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-Found it in
the wardrobe at home.
-Mmm-hmm.

-Must've been DI Hulme's.
-Mmm.

Why don't you do
all the red bits first?

Do you know how wrong
that statement is?

Start at the corners,
then the edges,
then the middle.

-Just like a case.
-How's your prisoner?

-What prisoner?
-The drunk and disorderly
from last night, minor assault.

-He's still not happy.
-Why? Didn't he
like your cooking?

Says he wants to go home.
And his wife's been calling
every ten minutes.

Then tell her to keep
a tighter rein on him.

-Can someone help me?
-What is it?

It's my husband. He's dead.

I shot him.

(SOBS)

It's OK, OK. You don't
have to come. Look, here...

(WHISPERS)
Get her a drink of water.

-CAMILLE: Is it bad?
-Yeah.

There's no one here.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

A woman confesses to murder
and there's no body, no blood.

More than that, the entire site
looks like it's been cleansed.

The tide could have cleaned
the blood from the sand.
Maybe it took the body too.

Call the coastguard. I want a
sweep of this entire coastline.

In this heat, he'll bloat
and float pretty quickly.

I know it's tough, Megan,
but I need you to tell me
exactly what happened.

MEGAN: Lucas just stormed off.

I tried to stop him, but when
I caught up, he went for me.

(SCREAMS)

I grabbed something to protect
myself. I think it was a rock.

When he fell, I saw
a gun in the sand.

I think that's what
he must have hit me with.

(LAUGHS)
You haven't got the guts.

Ha, look at you,
little mousy Megan.

If people only knew...
That gun's not even...

RICHARD: So what did
you do with the gun?

MEGAN: I dropped it on
the sand, beside him.

Was it unusual for him
to be violent towards
you in that way?

Er, here, sorry...

Thank you.

-Where did the gun come from?
-I don't know.

-You've never seen him
with a gun before?
-No.

What's going to happen to me?

-Well, I...
-I'm so frightened.

If you shot someone,
why didn't you report
it right away?

I don't know,
I was scared.
Er, I just walked.

She was probably in shock.

-Where are you staying?
-With friends.
They have a house here.

We came over to celebrate
their anniversary.

It happened
as I told you. I swear.

Come on, come on.

OK, Mr Knight...
you're being released
without charge,

but now that you've been
cautioned, should you
commit any similar offence

whilst on the island, it will
be taken into account, OK?

I didn't commit
any bloody offence.

You know, we can always
put you back in the cell.

How do I get out of here?

This way.

RICHARD: She doesn't look
like a killer.
CAMILLE: Too pretty?

No, she just seems so...

Innocent.

Apart from just confessing
to murdering her husband?

You know what I think?

Someone spiked her drink,
she had a bad dream.
Woke up and thinks it's real.

And her injuries?

OK, so she had too many
cocktails, fell over, cracked
her head and went a bit mental.

Super.

I look forward to bringing
the Commissioner up to speed.

"Hmm, we had a woman confess
to murdering her husband

"and after an exhaustive
investigation,

"we are of the considered
opinion that she
went a bit mental".

-Drugs?
-Thank you, Dwayne. Go
and take care of Mrs Talbot.

You're being very considerate.
Bearing in mind she's just
committed a murder.

Ah! Well, we haven't
established that.

I mean, it's hard to confirm
a murder's even taken place,
without a body.

Wow, you like her, don't you?

Pile of nonsense.

Oh? English, softly spoken...
I bet she's just your type.

-Not strictly true.
-You were holding hands.

-I?
-Yeah, you.

She...

-We weren't holding hands,
she was holding my hand.
-Mmm-hmm.

You'd like her to be
innocent so you can run
barefoot across the sand

and make wild love
in the surf.

Not only is that inaccurate,
Camille, it's also childish,

fanciful and unhygienic.

RICHARD: We'll need to do
a full written statement
under caution.

Of course, whatever you say.

Don't worry, we'll explain
everything fully as we
go along. Camille?

Would you take Mrs Talbot
through, please?

Yes, sir.

-So what happened?
-Crazy woman.

Went all the way
there, nothing.

FIDEL: No body?
DWAYNE: No, nothing.

I need you to go
back to the beach.

-What for?
-If there was a gun,

the tide wouldn't be able to
carry it out, would it?

I mean a body, maybe, it would
float, but a gun's too heavy.

If the tide dragged it,
it'd just get stuck in
the sand, correct?

I guess so.

Yeah, take a metal detector,
concentrate on the area where
Mrs Talbot said the body was.

Yes, sir.

What happens now?

Well, I've given it some
thought and without a body,

it's difficult to simply take
this statement at face value.

So, I think it'll be fine for
you to go back to your villa

and we'll carry on
with our investigation.

Oh, but you must
surrender your passport.

-It's just a formality.
-I understand.

Er, thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Er, right, let's get you home.

Megan, where on earth
have you been? And
where's Lucas?

Mrs Knight?

Detective Inspector Richard
Poole. Detective Sergeant
Camille Bordey.

Honore police. May we come in?

Of course.

Patrick, darling.
It's the police.

Patrick?

What's happened?

(METAL DETECTOR CLICKS)

MRS KNIGHT: Oh, my God,
that's awful.

Can I ask when
you last saw Mr Talbot?

It, it was last night.

We were supposed
to have dinner
together at Pierre's.

Lucas arrived very late
and very drunk.

He caused a scene.
I had to take him outside.

And he and Megan were
arguing and he strode off
and she went after him.

And you didn't see either
Mr or Mrs Talbot again?

No. I, I came straight home.

Is that a rain tree?

-Yes, it is.
-You don't see many
of those over here, do you?

It's all palms and coconuts.
But, wow.

Look at that.

Magnificent specimen.

Huh. That's made my day.

So, what about you, Mr Knight?

Did you see Mr or
Mrs Talbot again?

-Of course I didn't.
I was arrested.
-Excuse me?

Do you lot actually
talk to each other?

I took Lucas out
of the restaurant to stop
him trashing the place.

One of your officers
saw me punching him,

got the wrong end
of the stick and arrested me.

-I spent the night
in your cells.
-I see.

Right. Well, there you are.

Megan doesn't want to stay here.

(INDISTINCT SONG
PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO)

-Gregory
-Morning, Dwayne.

How's it going?

-How long you been here?
-Oh, half an hour.

Looks like you've been
here all night.

No way, I just parked up,
I was just going to do
some fishing, that's all.

You see any tourists
on the beach last night?
You hear anything?

Like I said, I wasn't
here last night.

I hear what you're saying.

But in 20 years,
I've never heard
the truth pass your lips.

Come on. Out of the truck.

Open it up.

I'll find a place in town.
I know you don't want me here.

-Not really.
-You don't have to go.

She's got a mind
of her own, Patrick,
she can do as she pleases.

Is it true? What
the police said?

Lucas hurt me.
Not just last night.

I know you don't want
to believe it, but it's true.

-Well, Lucas had his problems...
-He hit me, Astrid.

You're a sensitive soul.
You feel things other people
would shrug off.

Like this? Or this?

I want to go now.

All right, one thing.
Do either of you own a gun?

-Of course we don't.
-No, no. No, no.
No, thank you.

(SIGHS)

Room 25.

In case you want to visit.

-I know what you're doing
and it won't work.
-And what is that?

These insinuations.
About Mrs Talbot.

What, you don't think
she's pretty?

-Yes. No.
-Which is it?

Neither. I'm a police officer,
she's a potential suspect,

it would be inappropriate
to have an opinion.

-So now she's only
a "potential" suspect?
-Yeah.

Despite us having
a full confession?

No, I believe she told us
honestly what she thinks
happened, but...

There's blood on her dress.
She admitted her husband

had been violent towards
her before, that she feared
for her life.

We haven't found a body.

-That doesn't make her innocent.
-It doesn't make her
guilty, either.

So you don't believe
she murdered her husband?

Yeah. I think
that's very likely.

But to be sure,
to be absolutely
sure, we need a body.

DWAYNE OVER RADIO:
Come in, car one.

-Go ahead, Dwayne.
-We found the body.

Got caught up in the
props of a fishing boat
on its way back in.

RICHARD: So you think
cause of death
was the gunshot wound?

Much obliged.

-What's the verdict?
-Shot in the head.

Must have been dead
before he hit the ground.

-She said she shot twice.
-Yeah. Unlikely they both hit.

He has other injuries.

Hmm, probably propeller
contact. The coroner
can confirm.

-Look, his stopwatch
is running.
-Really?

Turn it off.

One hour 23 minutes.

Huh...

-Hello. Where did
that come from?
-Caught behind the watch.

Oh, doesn't match his jacket.

Hang on...

-Fidel.
-Sir.

Take this phone
and put it in a large bag
and fill it with rice.

-Rice, sir?
-Yeah, make sure
it's well covered,

it'll soak up the moisture.

-And do not turn it on.
-Sir.

Looks like it happened
just as she said.

She shot him in the head,
the tide took him out.

-You want me to do it?
-No. I'll do it.

Fidel.

Hello.

Megan Talbot, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of the
murder of Lucas Talbot.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned something
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given as evidence.
Do you understand?

I've got the best duty
solicitor on the island
on her way.

-I don't want one.
-Just talk to her, OK? They're
here to make things easier.

This man hurt you.

I think you have every right
to claim self-defence.

Oh, er, can I just ask
one last thing?

Er, have you ever
seen this before?

From an item of yours or your
husband's clothing, perhaps?

I don't think so. No.

Leave it.

-You arrested Patrick Knight,
didn't you?
-Yes, sir.

The other man
was on the floor,
he was punching him.

That must have been
Lucas Talbot.

I dragged him off, he resisted,
so I handcuffed him.

And Lucas Talbot?

By the time I'd got
Mr Knight in the car,
he'd gone.

-Does anyone know
why they were arguing?
-No, sir.

I just don't understand
why she can't explain
any of this.

The button could be flotsam.

But one button?
Behind the watch, though?

And the stopwatch,
an hour and 23 minutes.

We've got times and places.
We've got blood on her dress.

We've got a body
and we've got a confession.
All the pieces are there.

Yes, they are.

Do you think Megan Talbot
shot her husband?

(SIGHS)

-Yes.
-Then it's over. Come on.

I'll buy you a cup of tea.

-FIDEL: You know what?
Life would be a lot easier

if everyone just came in
and confessed.

DWAYNE: True.

CAMILLE: No struggling
to find clues.
FIDEL: Interviewing witnesses.

Just an open-and-shut
case every time.

-I'll drink to that. Cheers.
-Cheers.

Inspector?

Where did he get
the gun? And why
wasn't it on the beach?

-What?
-Look, if the body
was taken out

by the tide, where's the gun?

Perhaps she lied, she could
have thrown it into the sea.

But why?

I mean, if you come into
a police station confessing

to murdering your husband,
why lie about what you did
with the gun?

-It doesn't make sense.
-Well, maybe she was confused.

Couldn't remember
things properly.

You said yourself
she must have been in shock.

Hmm, it's possible.

But what about the button
behind the watch?
How does that fit in?

-And, hey, something
else is really irritating me.
-Really?

Patrick Knight.

Now as I understand it,
he was belligerent

and complaining about
his night in the cells.

So?

So when we went to the house
and his wife called him

to say that we were the police,
do you know what he said?

"What's happened"?

Look, come on,
think about it logically.

If you'd been what you thought
was wrongfully arrested,

spent a night in the cells,
then been released

and then the police
turned up at the house,

well wouldn't you assume
it was all connected?

I mean, wouldn't your first
reaction on hearing the police
were at the door,

be to, I don't know,
jump to conclusions

and, er, complain about police
harassment or something, yeah?

But he just said,
"What's happened"?

Maman, what would you
say if the police came
to your house?

What's the first thing
you'd ask?

What's happened?

Yeah, OK. Now say you've just
been released from the cells.

What have I done?

-What?
-Am I guilty or innocent?

-Sorry, does that matter?
-You tell me,
you're the policeman.

OK, er, you're guilty.

Then why have you released me?

OK, look, forget it.

Ignore his reaction
if you want to.
I'm clearly on my own here.

But no gun, the button,
the stopwatch.

They all mean something.

Did we get any statements
from the staff at the
restaurant where they ate?

I was going to do it
this afternoon.

-Let's do it now.
-But we've just got here.

Look, even if
Mrs Talbot's guilty
and her confession's true,

that's no excuse
for shoddy police work.

We'll still need to provide
all the necessary evidence

for the prosecution.

-Or the defence.
-Hmm, that too. Dwayne...

Mrs Knight said that
Lucas Talbot was very
late for dinner

and very drunk. Find out where
he was drinking and Fidel,

check with the UK,
find out what you can

about Astrid and Patrick Knight
and the victim, too.

-Yes, sir.
-Come on. Chop, chop.

CAMILLE: Pierre is the best
seafood chef on the island.

Yeah, I'm not a big fan
of seafood, if I'm honest.
Most of it has eyes.

A bit disconcerting to eat
something while it's
staring back at you.

-PIERRE: Hey, Camille.
-Hey.

Good to see you. We've got
some beautiful lobster in today.

Mr, um, Pierre.

I gather you had a party
of four in here last night?
Name of Knight?

Several weeks
on the island of Saint-Marie

and this is your first time
in here, am I right,
Mr UK Policeman?

That's correct.

Though I have really,
really been meaning
to sample your menu.

-Well, what's stopped you?
-Murders, mainly. They wreak
havoc with the appetite.

I see. You're not going to help
because I haven't eaten here?
Isn't that a bit childish?

I think what the Inspector
means is, he'd love to try
the Pierre Platter.

-Wouldn't you?
-Do I really have
to go through this charade

to get police work done?

Yes.

I would love to try
the Pierre Platter.

Mr and Mrs Knight were
here last night with a lady.

Mrs Talbot? Quite petite,
blonde hair, very pretty?

Yes, that sounds like her.

Then the other man came
in drunk, right after nine,
started shouting.

He was very abusive,
so Mr Knight took him outside.

-That was it?
-Well, there was a lot
of shouting in the car park,

so one of my staff
called the police.

Why don't you see
it for yourself while
I prepare your lunch.

-We have it
on security camera.
-Oh.

Oh, that's him.

Ah, I wish I knew
what they were saying.

-It's there in
the body language.
-I don't speak "body language".

I only took Latin and Mandarin.

Lucas Talbot is angry.

He wants to go back inside.

So we don't really know
who he was angry with.

-His wife.
-Why?

Because he was trying
to get back in the restaurant,

Mr Knight was stopping
him doing so.

-Phew...
-Good grief.

So, how is the food?

I feel like Poseidon himself.

Tell me, do you recognise
this button?

-No.
-Really? There's nothing
in the restaurant

it could have come from?

I'm sorry, no.

-Never mind, uh, thank you.
-Now, please enjoy.

CAMILLE: Thank you.

-DWAYNE: Ah, Pierre.
-Dwayne, Dwayne.

-Smells good.
-So?

Well, it seems like Lucas Talbot
drank in every bar in Honore
before he got here last night.

He must have been steaming.

I talked to people who
saw him drinking and from
what I can make out,

he just sat alone,
texting on his mobile phone.

He left the last bar
on the harbour about 9 pm.

That fits with the time
he arrived here.

Ah, these were calling me
all along the street.

OK, so, I ran all three names
through the computer,

Lucas Talbot first, he has
three previous arrests on
suspicion of assault,

all reported by women
he was in a relationship with.

His company which organised
VIP social events went into
liquidation last month.

Not much on
Patrick and Astrid Knight.

No convictions, nothing
so much as a parking fine.

-She's very wealthy, though.
Mmm-hmm.
-She is?

It looks like Mrs Knight
already had all the money
when they got married.

I pulled these off the internet.

She runs a celebrity PR company
which protects high-profile
clients from the press.

When they get into trouble,
she's the first person
they call.

And Patrick Knight?

He was a journalist when
they met, but he's just started
his own management company,

so it seems he's trying
to even things up.

OK, good. So, Astrid
and Patrick Knight

help protect reputations
and cover up improprieties.

I wonder what they'd do
if someone came to them

saying they'd just
murdered their husband?

I am still not sure
why we're back here.

Because we may have a body
and a confession, and yes,

I'm prepared to accept
that Megan Talbot may
very well be the killer,

but what we don't have
is the truth. I'm certain of it.

A truth that will at the very
least explain the button,

the stopwatch set at
an hour and 23 minutes
and what happened to the gun.

-And you think that they know
something they haven't told us?
-Yes, I do.

-OK, what's the plan?
-I don't have one.

Mrs Knight, I wonder
if we might ask you
a few more questions.

Megan left some things,
I've boxed them up
in case they're needed.

-How very efficient of you.
-I try.

Though efficiency must
be second nature to you,
in your line of work.

-Public relations, isn't it?
-You've been doing your
homework, Inspector.

It's second nature to me,
I'm afraid.

I've just lost
a very dear friend

and his wife has confessed
to his murder. Keeping busy
helps to keep my mind off that.

-Of course. Though I have to
admit, I do find it intriguing.
-What is?

Well, should Mrs Talbot
have contacted you, how
you might have advised her...

In your professional capacity.

Are you suggesting
that's what happened?

-You tell me.
-I'm very good
at what I do.

I'm sure you are.

So, if someone came and told me
they'd murdered their husband,

I very much doubt my advice
would be to go and confess
all to the police.

-Can I get you some tea?
-That would be very nice,
thank you.

That sounded very much
like you were accusing
my wife of something.

Really? I'm terribly sorry,
that wasn't my intention.

(WHISPERS)
What are you doing?

You and that button.

You keep them talking.

No, no, no, no,
you keep them talking.
I'll check the buttons.

Your colleague has been
a long time in the bathroom.

-I'm sure she's fine.
-Perhaps I should check.

You know, this tea
is a splendid colour.

I'll be honest with you, I've
had a lot of, er, difficulty

with tea on Saint-Marie.
Real difficulty.

I don't know what it is...

It just doesn't spank
the palette as it should.
Have you found that?

-I really think we should go
and see if she's all right...
-As I say, an excellent colour.

Sandy. Golden. Nice oranges
coming through there.
Do you mind?

Oh...

And, er, the real clincher,
of course, is the taste.

Oh, er, no, that's
awful sorry. No, wait...

-What on earth are you doing?
-Is this not Mrs Talbot's room?

No, it's not. And even
if it was, you need permission
to conduct a search.

-I know the law, inside out.
-You're right. We do.

I must ask you to leave.

Had you had the decency to ask,

I'm sure we would have
been happy to show you
anything you wanted.

Then, er, can I ask what you
and Mr Talbot were arguing

about outside
the restaurant last night?

He was drunk, I was trying to
convince him to go home.

-By punching him?
-It got out of hand.

Mr Talbot had serious
financial difficulties.
Were you aware of them?

No.

So you were his friends,
yet he didn't share
his financial concerns?

-Well...
-Lucas was a very proud man.

If he'd have asked, I'd have
helped him. But he didn't.

Why are you asking all these
questions, Inspector? It's as
though we're under suspicion.

Why would you think that?

We've already told you
everything we know,
yet here you are again.

-It's my job.
-You take it very
seriously, don't you?

Is that what the British
police do with the nasty
ones these days?

Post them overseas? Were you
a bit of a bully back in the UK?

One thing I am not, madam,
is a bully.

Then perhaps you will leave
us alone to grieve over
our dear friend in peace.

I wouldn't like to get
the wrong side of her.

The lady doth protest
too much, me thinks.

Call Dwayne, have him
and Fidel watch the house.

-You're not going to eat
that there, are you?
-Juliette made it for me.

Slow-releasing carbs
are what's needed
for a long stakeout.

I should've asked her to pack
some doughnuts for afters.

That's what you eat on a
stakeout, isn't it? Doughnuts?

All I've got is a yoghurt.
Not the same, really, is it?

We could go and get some
doughnuts, I suppose.

(ENGINE REVS)

I was joking, forget
the doughnuts, what
if they move while we're gone?

What?

Oh...

CAMILLE: Oh, you know that
Dwayne saw someone parked

near the beach where the
body was supposed to be.

-No.
-A local small time
thief called Greg Collins.

So I thought I might drive
there on my way home,
see if anyone's parked there.

-Be careful.
-I will. Good night, sir

Good night, Camille.

-Why did she stop there?
-I don't know.
She dumped something.

-Get sifting.
-I always have to go
through the rubbish.

Isn't it your turn
to get stinky?

Imagine if you find
a gun or something?

The inspector will
be really impressed.

We've been through it all
three times. No gun.
Nothing suspicious at all.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Hello? Camille?

Camille?

-Come and have a look at this.
-Are you all right?

A couple of bruises,

it's my own fault. I should
have called for back-up.

-Did you see who it was?
-No, but it was the same
pickup truck

so Dwayne is sure it was
Greg Collins and he was
in a hurry to leave.

I found this by one
of the holes.

If he was fishing,
why would he run?

Huh? Bubble wrap?

Are the maggots especially
fragile over here?

What is it?

Two stakeouts in one night.

-Which one are
you having, Dwayne?
-Greg.

OK, I'll take the money man
when he gets here.

-I'll seize the merchandise.
-Great, and I'll, I'll, er...

-What am I going to do?
-Back-up.

Back-up? Great.

-OK. You do Greg,
I'll do back-up.
-No, no. Greg's yours.

We're on. OK, get
into positions.

-Wait until he takes the cash.
-OK.

Stop right there! Police.

-Come on, Gregory, give it up.
-Go away.

-Seriously, this is a
big misunderstanding.
-Hmm.

Hawksbill turtle eggs.

You should be ashamed
of yourselves.

Endangerment and theft
of a protected species.

-Assault on a police officer.
-Oh, that was an accident.

-It's still assault.
-And with your history.
Should be good for what?

-Three years?
-Easy.

-So what do you want?
-The beach where
you assaulted Sergeant Bordey,

there was a shooting
there two nights ago.

-Is that right?
-You were parked there
when it took place.

You've got me mixed up
with someone else.

-So you weren't there?
-No.

-OK, fine, see you
in three years.
-OK, OK.

I'll take the fine for the eggs,
you drop the assault thing.

What do we get in return?

I think you were there,
I think you saw

a man and a woman pass you
on the way to the beach.

-The question is, did you
see anyone else?
-No, there was no one else.

-Take his statement, would you?
-But I saw the woman,
the one in the cell.

Shooting the guy.

Lucas!

(SCREAMS)

GREG: He went to pick her up
but she clumped him with a rock.

-Picked up the gun...
-RICHARD: And?

(GUNSHOTS)

Shot him. Dead.

Well, what did she do
with the gun?

I don't know, I legged
it back to the van.

And you didn't report
this because...

It was my gun, wasn't it?
I mean, I only used it for
rats and rabbits.

But it was still mine.

I went back in the morning
to see if it was still there.

But there was nothing,
no gun and no body. That's
when Dwayne moved me on.

-Autopsy report's in, Chief.
-Oh! Go on.

Bullet to the head
was fatal, er, blood showed
high levels of alcohol.

Oh, and the other injury
wasn't propeller damage.

-It was the second bullet.
-Bounced off his skull.

Two shots. Just like
she said. We also know
where the gun came from

and now we've got an eyewitness
to add to the confession.
No more room for doubt.

CAMILLE: Cheers.
FIDEL: Cheers.

-OK, the button was just
flotsam from the water.
-OK.

-The gun is in
the sea somewhere.
-Yeah. Maybe.

-And the stopwatch
was unrelated.
-Yeah.

-And so no more mystery.
-No.

-And, er, will
you wait for her?
-Camille...

20 years, it's a long time.
I mean, you're a man,
you've got needs.

She'll understand, I'm sure.

-There is one thing.
-What?

Who's the best marksman
out of you three?

OK, if Greg Collin's
statement is right,

Megan was around 12 feet from
Lucas Talbot when she shot him.

In your own time.

-The two shots hit less
than two inches apart.
-Easy.

-Good. Now close your eyes.
-What, why?

In Megan's statement, she had
both her eyes tightly shut.

Her hands were shaking too,
but we'll ignore that
for the time being.

When you're ready!

Strange...

Megan Talbot, despite
never having fired
a gun before,

having both eyes shut
and hands shaking,

fired two shots which hit inches
apart from the same distance.

Dwayne, are we
missing something?

Was Mrs Talbot a Navy SEAL
or an MI5 agent?

-No, Chief.
-I thought not.

Anyone know where this leads?

It's a hiking trail into
the woods. I don't think
it goes anywhere.

Follow it for a bit. See what
you find on the way.

If people only knew.

(GUNSHOTS)

What's happened?

(SIGHS)

Hmm...

OK.

-What is it?
-Why is the most obvious thing
always the hardest to see?

What?

-FIDEL: Dwayne, come in.
-I'm here, go ahead.

Tell the chief I've found
where the trail leads.
He'll never guess.

-RICHARD: The Knight House.
-How did he do that?

OK, he probably knows
they're getting ready to leave.

-Unlock Mrs Talbot.
-Why?

Put her in the car.

Tell Fidel to meet us
at the house.

And I need you to go
and collect something.

Fidel.

-You've got it, haven't you?
-Not exactly.

-But you know why?
-Not fully.

-But at least we know how.
-Oh, yeah, I know how.

Well, partly.

-Come on.
-I'm coming.

What did you put in this?

Oh, for God's sake,
stop fannying about,
just put them in the car.

Excuse me, can I help you?
Excuse me?

-CAMILLE: What are you doing?
-Starting with the corners.

Richard? Richard? Richard?

-Of course, of course,
of course, of course.
-Of course what?

We've been advised by
our lawyers to ask you
to leave the premises.

We won't be long.

I just need a few minutes
of your time.

-Why is she here?
-Excellent question.

Mr Knight, would you
mind passing that phone
to Mrs Talbot?

It's mine. I lost it
a few days ago.

-The day you shot
your husband?
-Yes.

May I?

We, er, found it
on the victim's body

after we pulled him
out of the sea,

so we of course
assumed it was his but...

Once we could turn it on,
we saw that the screen saver

was in fact a photograph
of Mr Talbot,

which, unless he was extremely
vain, meant it much more likely
the phone belonged to his wife.

But why would he have
his wife's phone?

Oh, you know, I usually
enjoy this part, but, er,

I have to confess to
feeling slightly uneasy.

I know how valuable
friendship is
and marriage too.

I don't want to, er,
wreck one without good reason.

So, Mr Knight, if you could
confess to killing Mr Talbot,
that would be great.

-What?
-And Mrs Knight, if you could
confess to covering it up,

that would be most appreciated.

-Go on. It'll be much easier.
-I suggest you leave right now.

I will be making a formal
complaint to your
senior officer.

You know full well Megan
admitted to killing Lucas
on the beach.

But Lucas wasn't dead,
on the beach. Not dead.

The wound on the side
of his head that we thought

was caused by a propeller
strike was one of two shots
Megan took.

That gun's not even...

RICHARD: The bullet skimmed
his head. It was enough to
drop him to the floor.

Enough to cause substantial
blood flow to make him
lose consciousness.

But it wasn't
enough to kill him.

The second shot missed. You shot
your husband, Mrs Talbot.

As my colleagues pointed out
all along, that's irrefutable.
But you didn't kill him.

What?

So let's ask ourselves,
what would a man like this
do in such a situation?

Waking up with
the mother of all headaches,

would he go to the police to
tell them he'd been shot,

seek justice in the correct way?

Or, would he seek revenge?

It was a long hike. Especially
injured and disoriented.

I imagine it took him several
hours to make his way through
the woods but eventually,

he arrived here, on your lawn.

-Aren't you
forgetting something?
-RICHARD: Am I?

You seem to be accusing
me of killing Lucas,

but I spent the night
in one of your cells.

Oh, yes, I was coming to that.
You see, windows of opportunity
can be large or small.

Yours was tiny.

Your window began
when you arrived home
after we released you

and you saw Lucas Talbot.

For reasons we shall come to,
this sight terrified you.

(PANTS) Megan, Megan...
Left me for dead.

Patrick, help me.

MRS KNIGHT: Patrick,
is that you?

Patrick? Patrick!

This was the fatal wound
that we found on the body.

From the same gun,
but fired by Mr Knight,
not by Mrs Talbot.

I'm sure that Mr Knight
concocted some kind of story

to explain why
Lucas attacked him?

What was it?

He, er, begged you for money,
you refused, he threatened
to kill you?

But your next problem,
was that having
just killed Lucas,

there were two
police officers
at your door.

Right, get him in the shed.

RICHARD: This is when
Mrs Knight's professional
instinct kicked in to action.

The queen of
the cover-up got to work,

while Patrick hid the body
and cleaned the mattress.

Where on earth have you been?
And where's Lucas?

Mrs Knight? Detective
Inspector Richard Poole.

This is Detective Sergeant
Camille Bordey. Honore police.

-May we come in?
-Of course.

Patrick, darling,
it's the police.

You have a very vivid
imagination. It's the only
explanation that fits the facts.

-Good luck getting a jury
to agree with you.
-Obviously I have evidence.

It was the first thing
you took out of
the dumpster, Fidel.

Only we didn't know it.

Not from an item
of clothing. It's a stud.

Torn from the sunbed
when Mr Knight dragged
Mr Talbot's corpse off.

Once I knew where
the button came from,

it was clear that Mr Talbot
couldn't have died on the beach.

CAMILLE: And as the watch
snagged on the button, it
started the stop watch function.

-Exactly.
-We arrived here at 9:30 am,

and I turned off the
stopwatch at 10:53 am...

An hour and 23 minutes.

The time it took for you
to load the body into your car

and drive it down to
somewhere secluded enough
to dump it into the sea.

No doubt throwing the gun
in after it, which explains
why it was never found.

-This is a joke.
-I'm afraid not.

You see, I've established
means and opportunity.
Everything fits.

Which brings me back to motive.

You see, reports of
Mr Talbot drinking on the
night of his death,

all said that he was busy
texting on his mobile phone.

Which isn't strictly true
on two counts.

Firstly, he was reading
text messages, and secondly,
it wasn't his phone, remember?

It was his wife's.

There's an exchange of texts,
quite graphic texts, in fact,

between Mrs Talbot
and her lover.

There's no name,
there's just a number.

That's why I wanted
Mrs Talbot here,

so we could see her
and Mr Knight together.

Because they were your texts,
weren't they, Mr Knight?

You were having an affair
with Mrs Talbot.

That phone is dead. It was
in the sea. This is all bluff.

You're trying to stand up
to a bigger man than yourself,
Inspector, and you'll fail.

In a bar, you could intimidate
me, Mr Knight. But here, no.

You stupid bastard.

Mr Talbot discovered
the affair after looking
at his wife's mobile phone.

He was drinking that night
so he could get Dutch courage
to confront you both.

And he was threatening
to go back into the restaurant

to tell your wife that's
why you were punching him.

And that what your argument
on the beach was about,
wasn't it?

Little mousey Megan.

If people only knew.

You couldn't afford to have
your affair exposed,
could you? Not yet.

Not whilst your wife was
in the process of financing
your new company.

So the woman who prides herself
on being in the know,

on being in control
and orchestrating things,

was the one person in this
entire sordid affair
that didn't know the truth.

You killed my best friend
so you could steal his wife
and my money.

Shut up.

They can't prove any
of this, our lawyers
will tear them to shreds.

My lawyers, and they'll
do nothing of the kind.

Well, you'll go down, too!
You helped me.

A loyal wife trying to protect
her philandering husband?

I think I can work
with that.

RICHARD: Megan

You didn't kill your
husband. But the truth is,
you were far from innocent.

The texts on here are all
jumbled, I can't read them.

-Really?
-You bluffed him.

Bullies always crumble when you
stand your ground. I learned
that one the hard way.

-So it's over now?
-Absolutely.

-Did you fancy her?
-No. She's not my type.

Oh? What is your type?

To be honest, I've never
quite worked that out,

but I suspect the women who
shoot you in the head aren't
too high up the list.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

FIDEL: Sir. Sir.

RICHARD: One knock will
suffice, thank you.

What do you think?

Well, I like the way
you've painted it one colour

instead of the 15 colours things
have to be painted over here.

Are you going
to give her a test?

-What, out there?
In the sea?
-No, no. On the road.

Come on.

-So what do you think
of the name?
-Perfect.

Voila.

-Shouldn't this be champagne?
-On my wages?

Very well, I name this boat...

Actually, it's probably
not a good idea to spread
glass on the beach.

Er, Fidel?

I name this boat Roast Beef.

May God bless her
and all who sail in her.

(APPLAUSE)

-It's OK. You can relax now.
-Don't push me.

CAMILLE: I am just trying
to get you a drink.
RICHARD: Sorry.

That's what always used
to happen at school.

You're not at school anymore.

You're here, on Saint-Marie
with some friends.

Colleagues, predominantly,
but I take your point.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.