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♪ This is the law,
chapter one

♪ The law

♪ The law, for the good

♪ The law for the ugly♪

-Detective Inspector Poole.
I take it you're here for me.
-Very good.

What gave us away?

Well, unless you're on
some weird stag do...

Vincent Carter.
This is the prisoner,
Leon Hamilton.

He is officially now
in your custody...

But I have been given orders
to escort you to Saint-Marie.

Thank you, Vincent.

Mr Hamilton,
you understand that, on arrival,

we take you to Saint-Marie Jail
where you'll serve
the remainder of your sentence.

Pardon.

After you.

So, you've been
to Saint-Marie before?

Not that you'll see much of it
from inside the prison.

Perhaps when you get out.

I suppose I ought to make
the best of the view
while I still can.

-Good book?
-Not really.

I think Agatha Christie's
my favourite.
Murder on the Orient Express.

Now that was a good book,

unlike this,
where the murder victim died

actually clutching a
photograph of his killer.

From what I've read so far,
this case could only
have been easier

if the murderer had
"Yes, I did it"
tattooed on his forehead.

Then you wouldn't need
a murder detective at all.
A trained chimp would suffice.

"Inspector Bubbles of the Yard".
Got a ring to it.

I do love a good murder.

ALL: Whoa!

It's always a bit rough when we
leave the harbour, just until
we get round the point.

I'm sorry, but do you think I
could stretch my legs for a bit?
Get some fresh air?

-Do you have to?
-I really don't feel too good.

Very well.

Everything OK?

He wants to stretch
his legs for a bit.

I'll come with you.

Do you think you'll be sick?

A warning would be
appreciated if you do.

Just so that I can take
wind direction into account,
take evasive action.

I can't say I blame you.

Excuse me!

Never liked waves,

not since a family holiday
to the Isle of Wight
when I was nine.

That was a ferry.

The "SS Vomit"
I think it was called.

Oh, there we go! Sorry,
probably not helping, is it?
All this talk...

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Vincent!

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Nobody move! Vincent!

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

-What happened?
-Leon Hamilton, the prisoner.
I'm afraid we lost him.

-He got away?
-No. "Lost him" as in...

-You know, dead.
-What was it? A heart attack?

While he was still handcuffed
to you? That's terrible!

No, it wasn't a heart attack.
He was more...

Murdered. Stabbed,
to be precise.

Wait, wait!
Someone murdered him when
he was still handcuffed to you?

I want a full passenger list.

Background checks,
see if you can find any link
with the deceased.

-Don't forget the ferry crew.
-And you didn't see who it was?

I looked away for one second.

-What?
-Nothing.

-You think it's amusing?
-No.

-Have you called
the commissioner yet?
-No, why?

He asked you to collect
the prisoner in person to ensure
the transfer went smoothly.

-Yeah.
-Well, it didn't, did it?

-Go smoothly?
-No.

-Do you want me to
come with you?
-I'm not a child!

OK!

COMMISSIONER: Have you any
idea how much paperwork
this will generate?

What on earth were you doing?

How can someone murder the
person standing next to you,
and you not even notice?

I mean, it should be funny.
It sounds funny. They're
laughing at Government House,

laughing when they see me.

But I'm not laughing.
Where were you?

The sea was rough around the
point. It happened so fast.

I've spoken to your superiors.

You will stay on the island
until I release you.

-Sir, I...
-It isn't a request.

They're arranging
some accommodation for you,

and I want a report on my desk
by first thing in the morning.

-Sir.
-Now get out of my sight!

It wasn't his fault, sir.
The prisoner was in my custody.

I'd say that's hardly something
to be proud of, Inspector.

I could understand
if he was secretly poisoned,
in fact, secretly anything!

I could even forgive a
gunshot from another boat,
or a jet ski or a helicopter.

But no, a knife
was plunged into his back

while you were standing next to
him, joined at the wrists!

-Sir.
-Sir.

Sir.

CAMILLE: Are you OK?

The commissioner and I
had a frank exchange of views,

and it was decided I hadn't
exactly covered myself in glory

as far as the prisoner's
transfer was concerned.

I wholeheartedly
agreed with him,

and suggested I be shipped
back to London in disgrace.

He refused,
but it was worth a try.

So, as I'm still stuck here,

I intend to find the person
who murdered Leon Hamilton...

Who caused me no little
embarrassment if it's the
last thing I ever do.

In fact, to coin a phrase,
"this time it's personal".

Where is the bin?

[SHOUTING] There is never a bin!

Thank you.

I spoke to the coroner,
he'll do the autopsy later,

but it looks like a single
knife wound, entry point
under the shoulder blade.

Then it must have pierced
the heart in order for death
to be instantaneous.

And you think it was?
Instantaneous?

I may have missed the
actual blow, Camille,

but I think I'd have noticed
if he'd started screaming and
clutching at his back.

Sorry.

[SIGHS]

Right. What about
the passengers?

We've got witness statements,
but it will take a while
to cross-check them.

Right, you get onto that.
Fidel, I want Leon Hamilton's
file sent over.

I want to know details
of his circle.

Business associates, lovers,
jealous siblings,

anyone who may have
had a reason to kill him.

I also want the autopsy
report and any forensics
on the murder weapon

on my desk the
second they're done.

Yes, sir.

So where do we start?

Well, means and opportunity
are self-evident,
so the key has to be motive.

Who wanted Leon Hamilton dead?

[KNOCKS]

He's dead.
And you owe me fifty grand.

There were 180 passengers.
We can maybe discount
50 of those.

Why?

We have witness statements
placing them either in the
inside section or in a group.

-That still leaves 130 suspects.
-And none of them saw anything?

Nothing. The ferry captain also
said you were only about a mile
away from the coast

when the victim was found dead.

Meaning someone could have
swum to shore after the murder.

So we can't even be sure
that the killer

was still on the ferry
when you got to Saint-Marie?

-If you're looking at suspects,
I think I can add some names.
-How many?

Just about 900.

RICHARD: Well, it's hardly my
idea of a luxury resort.

A tad underdeveloped,
you might say.

What actually happened?

About two years ago,
hundreds of people on the island
invested in Paradise Beach.

-When it went under,
they all lost their money.
-It was worse than that.

Small businesses put their money
in, hoping to get the catering
and cleaning contracts.

Other people
put their pension funds in.

-It destroyed a lot of lives.
-That's terrible.

The construction company
was based in Guadeloupe.

Leon Hamilton was charged
with embezzlement
and false accounting.

That's why the commissioner
wanted him to finish
his sentence here.

-So that justice
could be seen to be done.
-Yes.

The commissioner's name
is on here, too.

-So he knew Leon Hamilton?
-I doubt it. But officially...

If the commissioner lost money,
does that make him a suspect?

I imagine it does.

Who wants to be the first
to interview him?

No?

Right, well, let's cross
him off for now, shall we?

So we've got a man murdered
in broad daylight while
handcuffed to a police officer,

just over a thousand suspects,
and it's a hundred degrees.

Marvellous.

That's odd.

It says here Leon Hamilton was a
keen sailor, had his own yacht.

Is that important?

It was a bit rough as we
left the harbour, and
he complained of feeling sick.

Why would he feel seasick
if he was an experienced sailor?

Did he actually say
he was seasick?

No.

-Then it could have been
something else.
-I suppose so.

Fidel, tell them I want a
toxicology report on the victim,
just to be on the safe side.

Yes, sir.

I have a woman here who
said she spoke to the officer
on the ferry.

They talked about the book
he was reading?

Yep, that was before
we went outside.

Said she loved a good murder.

Suzie Park?

On her way to visit
grandparents in Saint-Marie.

Check to see if her grandparents
are on the investors list.

In fact, we should check
everyone on the passengers list
against the investors list.

[PHONE RINGS]

-OK, I know this guy.
-Who?

-Samuel King.
-CAMILLE: Yes?

-He's bad news.
-Violent?

-Very.
-Put him on the A pile.

Thank you.

Leon Hamilton's wife is
flying in from Guadeloupe
tomorrow morning

to formally identify the body.

OK, go and meet her.
See if you can get her story
while you're at it.

-OK.
-It's late.
We should call it a day.

How was your day?

That bad, eh?
Although I'm assuming
no one actually died.

Which means I almost
certainly have you beat.

[HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLAYING]

-OK, thank you, sir,
we have your details.
-Thank you.

-That's the third
one this week.
-What?

An old beggar woman.
She stops tourists by
asking them for money.

When they take out their
wallet or purse, she
snatches it and runs.

-Morning, team.
-Morning, sir.

-Chief.
-Where were you last night?

Ah. Yes, sorry,
I went straight home.
Thought I'd finish these.

-CAMILLE: And?
-Hopeless.

The ferry was bound
for Saint-Marie, so
virtually everyone on it

knew someone who'd lost money
on the Paradise Beach complex.

The autopsy and toxicology
reports are done, but their
e-mail is down.

-They'll phone them through.
-OK. Dwayne and Fidel,

start rounding up
everyone on our A list.

-Let's eliminate who we can.
-Yes, Chief.

Let's find out if there
were any bigger investors
in Paradise Beach,

anyone who lost enough money
to want to kill Leon Hamilton.

We've got details of the bank.
I'll call them on my way
to the airport.

-Airport?
-Mrs Hamilton is coming
to identify her husband's body.

-Remember?
-Ah, yes. Sorry.

[PHONE RINGS]

-That should be the autopsy.
-Great.

Put it on speaker phone.
DI Richard Poole.

♪ Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!

♪ Happy Birthday...

Mum, Dad. Erm, yep, thank you.

Yes, the birthday card
came yesterday

and the parcel came
this morning. Thank you.

No, always good to send
separately, just in case.

Yep. Yep. Listen, Mum,
I'm actually at work

and, erm, I'm about to
go into a meeting, so
could we do this later?

Yep. Thanks again.

You too, yep. Bye. Goodbye.

It's your birthday, sir?

-Yes. Yes.
-Today?

-Happy birthday.
Happy birthday, sir.
-Thank you.

-So, how old are you?
-None of your business
how old I am.

Would everybody please
get on with their tasks?

[ALL WHISTLING HAPPY BIRTHDAY]

Morning.

-Thank you.
-That can't have been easy.

I've never seen a
dead body before.

Have you any family here?
Someone who can be with you?

It's just us.

Me. No.

You must have loved
him very much.

Yes.

If you're ready,
I can take you to your hotel?

I'm ready. Thank you.

This is terribly exciting.

I just need enough information
to eliminate you from our
enquiries, Mrs, um...

Miss Park.

-Miss Park.
-I love being interviewed.

When I took the prisoner up
to the seating area, you came
out a few moments later.

-Yes.
-You knew I was
with the prisoner?

Yes, I saw you. He was bent
over. It looked like he was
being sick.

And during your time outside,
did you see anyone

with a knife, or acting
particularly suspiciously?

No.

The boat was a bit rocky. I was
just holding on, to be honest.

Erm, your grandparents,

they invested in the
Paradise Beach complex
a few years ago.

Yes?

You weren't aware the
prisoner was Leon Hamilton,

the man convicted of
fraud when it went bust?

No, I wasn't.

-You didn't know?
-No. But if I had,
I'd have happily murdered him.

He took everything my
grandparents had,
every last penny.

I'm sorry.

That makes me a suspect,
doesn't it?

Fidel!

Of course I'll make myself
completely available,
should you need me again.

Would you like my passport?

No, it's OK. Thank you
for your help, Miss Park.
Have a good day.

-She seemed very chirpy.
-Mad as a bag of frogs.

-Is that the autopsy report?
-Yes, sir. Came while
you were with Miss Park.

-Single wound, through
the heart, just like you said.
-Hmm.

-Anything else?
-No other injuries, no.

-Toxicology?
-All clear.

Forensics on the murder
weapon is with the report.
No fingerprints.

We're checking the make of the
knife and outlets that sell it,
but it's a pretty common blade.

-Thanks, Fidel.
-Sir.

-Sir?
-Mmm-hmm?

I hoped I could spend
some time in the market
today, round lunchtime.

See if I can find
our beggar thief.

-Beggar thief?
-Yes, sir.

A woman posing as a beggar,
stealing from tourists.

I hate this kind of crime, sir.
It reflects badly on the island.

Two of the last thefts
were at lunchtime, so...

-Modus operandi.
-Yes, sir.

Then of course you must go.

Vincent.

-How's it going? Ah.
-It isn't.

Turns out he was the most
unpopular man on the island,
so I'm knee-deep in suspects.

-But that's a good
thing, isn't it?
-No. Two or three's good,

then you can whittle away by
process of gradual elimination.

907 just muddies the waters.

Whoa, whoa. What's that?

-I heard it was
someone's birthday.
-I'm a year older.

It hardly warrants a firework
display. Take it away.

-I thought you'd like it.
-Well, I don't.

I came to clear my head
and for a cup of tea,
so just tea, please,

without any form of
incendiary attached.

I think you might
have upset her.

She's French,
it's an occupational hazard.

Sorry we're making
slow progress.

-You must be keen to get home.
-A little.

I'll speak to the commissioner.
No point you being stuck here.

Thank you.

-How well did you know
Leon Hamilton?
-Not that well.

I'd see him in the
association room sometimes.
But I work in admissions, so...

There are over 300
prisoners in the jail.

Men like Leon Hamilton
tend to keep their heads down.

That's the thing, you see, he
didn't strike me as a con man.
There was no brashness.

Oh?

In fact, I'd say there was a...
Sadness about him.

Well, he was going
from one prison to another.

-True.
-Dwayne said you were here.

Vincent, you remember
Detective Sergeant Bordey.

Hello, Vincent.
You found us, then?

I suggested he came here
for his meals.

Catherine has been very
thoughtful.

Yes. He has that effect
on my mother.

-Au revoir, Catherine.
-Au revoir, Vincent.

Got a spoon?

So, Mrs Hamilton
formally identified her husband.

She told me she has little
to do with his business,

and she was as shocked
as everyone else

when he was found
guilty of fraud.

How long's she staying
on Saint-Marie?

Just long enough to make the
funeral arrangements.

Hmm.

Is she, erm...

Not having the body
shipped home?

No, she said he used to sail
around the islands
and he loved Saint-Marie,

so she wants him cremated here.

[DIALS PHONE]

I'm here.

Leon Hamilton told me he'd never
been to Saint-Marie before,

yet now his wife says
he often sailed here and it
was his favourite place.

Haven't you ever heard
of a husband and wife
who don't communicate?

Yet add the fact that supposedly
he was an experienced sailor

who felt seasick on a ferry,
and something just
doesn't add up.

Like what?

Maybe he lied to his wife
about where he'd been,
to cover up an affair.

Maybe she lied
about him loving Saint-Marie,

because their
marriage was a sham

and she didn't care enough
to have him shipped home.

No, she loved him.
I'm sure of it.

-How?
-I talked to her.

And you can tell
whether people are in love

just by talking to them,
can you?

Yes.

By what they say,
their eyes,
the tone of their voice...

I find that very
hard to believe.

CAMILLE: Have you
ever been in love?

This has to be connected to
Hamilton's business dealings.

-Have we spoken to the bank?
-No. They haven't
got back to me.

Then let's start there.

[CHATTERING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

What about Samuel
King's statement?
Anything of interest?

He's been around long enough
not to give too much away.

I asked him why he
was on the ferry.
He said he was sightseeing.

He denies knowing the victim.

But you don't believe him?

The thing is, I saw him at the
bar paying for his coffee.

He had a wad of notes
big enough to choke a donkey.

-Did you ask him about it?
-He said he sold an old car.

-But?
-He couldn't remember
what kind of car it was,

whose name it was registered in,
or who he sold it to.

I don't believe it!
I was so close!

The beggar thief struck
in the market again.

-She got a purse.
-You got outrun
by a little old lady?

-She disappeared down
an alley, so...
-The shame of it.

-Maybe next time, you try
and catch her.
-OK, see you later.

Wait, wait. What are we doing
for the Chief's birthday?

-I don't think he's keen
on surprises.
-We have to do something!

-You could run down
and get a cake.
-You think?

No, on second thoughts,
wait till we catch your
little old lady.

We'll send her.
She'll be quicker.

RICHARD: I'm sorry to
interrupt your break.

EMILIE: You don't want
bank coffee,
believe me. Please.

-Thank you.
-Bonjour.

-Cappuccino, please. Two.
-Water for me. Thank you.

When Leon Hamilton
put his company into liquidation
and his creditors were notified,

it was soon clear none of
his suppliers had been paid,

even though the company
accounts showed they had.

-False accounting?
-Yes.

-That's when we
called the police.
-How much money?

Close to 2 million dollars
is still unaccounted for.

Our investigators tried to
track it down but it was
transferred overseas.

They got as far as Miami,
and then lost it.

We think it's in
Europe somewhere.

So Paradise Beach
was a scam?

Essentially, yes.
He raised almost a million
from private investors

and took a loan from
us for the rest.

And the loan was unsecured?

It was secured against the land,
but it now seems that the land
was virtually worthless.

Anything he built there
would have fallen into
the sea within a year.

He'd falsified
surveyors' reports.

Were there any larger investors?
Anyone who took a real hit?

The largest single investor
after the bank

was a local businessman,
Gordon Foster.

He attended
Leon Hamilton's trial.

Got thrown out for shouting
abuse at the defendant.

So he's a man with a grudge.

He lost 300,000 dollars.
Wouldn't you be?

I've brought statements
from all the relevant accounts.

-That's Gordon's.
-Uh-huh.

Mr Foster?

Detective Inspector
Richard Poole.

-This is Detective Sergeant
Bordey. May we join you?
-Be my guest.

-How can I help?
-We'd like to talk to you
about Leon Hamilton.

There's not much to say.
He was a con man
and deserved all he got.

You're saying he
deserved to die?

I meant prison.

Though there was a time when
I'd have gladly strangled him
with my bare hands.

That's a figure of speech.

How well did you know him?

Hardly at all.

He was a bit of a recluse.
I had one meeting to
listen to his pitch

telling me how much money
I was going to make,
and another to sign a contract.

-In Saint-Marie?
-No. I had to fly to Guadeloupe.

He talked about opening
an office here,
but it never happened.

Now I know why.

And the next time
you saw him was in court?

-Yes.
-Where you threatened him?

Too right.

I invested because
I run a cleaning firm.

Hamilton promised me the
contracts to Paradise Beach
if I did.

40 people lost their jobs
when he went bust

and the bugger very nearly
took me down with him.

Luckily, his wife appears
to have stood by him.

-What?
-His marriage
didn't break up, did it?

-How the hell did you know...
-You have a tan line.

The divorce came through
last week.

Me losing all the money
and the stress of it all, it...

It was the last straw.

-Can I ask where you
were yesterday?
-In my office.

-All day?
-From 8:30 am until 7 pm.

-Witnesses?
-How many would you like?

One would suffice.

[CLEARS THROAT]

This is the number of Alice,
my PA.

She was with me all day.

RICHARD: Thank you.

Well, he lost a fortune.

His business was clearly
threatened, and he lost
his wife and son.

Motive enough for me.

Thank you for
agreeing to see us.

Well, I'm not sure
what help I can be.

Your husband sailed a yacht
around Saint-Marie,
I understand?

-Yes.
-A lot?

Er, I don't know. Yes.

Apparently enough for you
to want to cremate him here.

Yes. Yes.

I mean...
Sorry, how is this important?

I won't know that until I have
your answer. So, how many times

did he come sailing here?
Once? Twice?

I said I didn't recall.

I see.

I understand you weren't
involved in the Paradise
Beach complex.

Not really. I mean,
of course I knew about it,

because Leon would talk about
it. But details?

Business isn't my strong point.

So you wouldn't have
any idea where he'd
stash 2 million dollars?

Excuse me?

The amount the bank believe he'd
stolen from the company account.

I would know
if we had that sort of money,

and I can you assure you
we most certainly did not.

Or perhaps he simply
didn't tell you about it.

I'm sorry,
I think that's enough.

Oh?

My husband died only yesterday.

In your care,
as I understand it.

So I have no intention
of sitting here listening
to you sully his memory.

Despite what you may have heard,
my husband was not a con man.

He may have cut the odd corner.
What businessman doesn't?

But he wanted Paradise Beach to
work as much as everybody.

He was just unlucky.
Nothing more.

And whatever his shortcomings,

he certainly didn't
deserve to die for them.

-See?
-See what?

I told you she loved him.

Hmm. She could just be
a very convincing liar.

But she talked
with such passion.

Mmm, but passion for
her dead husband

or passion not to get caught for
being involved in his murder?

Means, motive and opportunity

are usually difficult
to establish,

but here we have them
in abundance.

The means, a common blade,
easy enough for
anyone to pick up.

Opportunity, despite the
fact that he was a
prisoner being transferred,

the boat was crowded,
people bumping into one another,

simple enough for the killer
to find time for a single blow.

As for motive...

Half the island
appears to have one.

OK. I'll send an officer round.

Fidel, you'd better get down
to the old market, Cove Lane.

-The beggar thief just stole
another purse.
-No!

But the people on the ferry,
if they had recognised him,

they may have attacked him,
thrown him overboard, even,

but not this.

You're right.
It had to be premeditated.

Whoever killed Leon Hamilton
knew he was going to be
on that ferry.

It was a confined space,
nowhere to hide.

If you couldn't afford to be
seen, what would you do?

Pay someone to do it for me?

-Dwayne?
-Chief?

The man you interviewed earlier,
Samuel King, is he
capable of this?

At the right price? Hell, yes.

Then as we appear to have
hit a dead end,

maybe it's time I spoke
to him after all.

Where can I find him?

Mr King?

I'm Detective Inspector
Richard Poole.

As you know, this is Police
Officer Dwayne Myers.

We'd, erm,
like to ask you a few questions.

I've already spoken to your boy.

Well, now we have
some different questions.

Watch him!

Wait!

Coming through!

[GLASS SMASHES]

[SCREAMING IN PAIN]

Mr Foster!

It was a few weeks back,
just after my wife left.

I was drunk out of my skull.

I met Samuel King in a bar

and he was boasting about being
a part of the underworld,

a "fixer", if you like.

And apparently, I asked him
how much it would cost to...

"Fix" Leon Hamilton.

He said fifty grand.

God, I was drunk.
It wasn't a serious proposition!

Then why were you sitting
with him and why did you
run when you saw us?

Yesterday, he came to the house.
He said that he had done it

and he demanded payment.

My God, I had no idea
he was bloody going to
go through with it!

So you paid him?

I wish.

I don't have
that kind of money any more.

I just gave him a few hundred
to make him go away.

[SIGHS]

And then he came back for more?

He said that if I didn't come
here today with more money...

He would go to the police.

So, what would happen
if I just got up and walked out?

We both know
that isn't going to happen.

I could always leave
a little something behind.

You could say you
were distracted.

You know, I really hope
you're not suggesting
what I think you are.

Me?

No! Just asking a question.

-Did you lose him?
-No, I got him,
but he's in the hospital.

No, I didn't, erm...
I mean, it was his foot. Er...

Samuel King, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder
of Leon Hamilton.

He came into the bar wasted,
started talking about
this Leon Hamilton,

some big shot from Guadeloupe
who'd ruined his life,
and what he'd do to him.

So you offered to murder him?

I was only messing!
It was no big deal.

-I thought I might scam
an upfront payment off him.
-And then what happened?

Well, nothing.
I'd forgotten all about it

until I'd heard that
Leon Hamilton had been murdered

on the very same ferry
that I'd been on.
It was too good to miss!

So you went to Gordon Foster
and told him it was you
in the hope of getting paid.

Yeah.

It was working, too,
until you turned up.

Yeah, I think I know
the guy you're talking about.

-Gold chains. Mean-looking guy.
-That's him.

Yeah. Yeah, he would
get my vote.

Did Leon Hamilton talk
about Saint-Marie when
he was in prison?

-I'm not sure. Why?
-I was wondering
how often he'd been here.

Is it important?

I think so. I'm just, you know,
not really sure why.

Sex and money.

All murders are about
sex or money.

Erm, sorry,
I don't want to appear rude,

but, er, do you mind?

So no new developments, then?
Nothing I should know about?

No.

I could help.
I know the five
BRMs off by heart.

-The what?
-BRMs!

Basic rules of murder.

If it's not sex, it's money.
If it's not money, it's sex.

A wife is most likely
to kill a husband.

A husband is most likely
to kill a wife.

And the last person
you should discount should be
the one you least suspect.

I've never heard such claptrap
in 23 years of policing.

It's in the November issue
of Murder Monthly.

I don't care. Would you
excuse us? We were having
a private conversation.

Very well.

But remember,
if you use your BRMs,
you'll never go far wrong.

[CHUCKLES]

ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Richard
Happy bir... ♪

I know you're under pressure.

We all are. But would it
really be so hard to
just once be nice?

I'm sorry.

-Oh!
-It was very rude.

Yes, it was.

Is that it?

Good. Now, the bank statements

show money being drawn
out of the company account
over a period of time

AND from their private account.

You left people
singing Happy Birthday

just to look at bank statements?

Yes, and I've already
apologised. Can we move on?

You are impossible!

Mrs Hamilton withdrew
50,000 dollars

from their joint account
three weeks ago.

-Wait, wait, wait.
-Fifty thousand?

Isn't that what Samuel King
asked Gordon Foster to pay?

The exact amount. Bit of
a coincidence, don't you think?

Yeah.

Sex and money.

-Excuse me?
-The madwoman was right.
Great motives for murder.

I think we'll go and see Ann
first thing in the morning.

-So, are you coming back
to the party?
-I won't, if you don't mind.

Erm, early night.

-A lot to do tomorrow.
-I brought you a slice of cake.

Happy birthday.

[SLOW SONG PLAYING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

I thought you'd forgotten
all about me.

-Morning, sir.
-Morning, team.

-Great party, chief.
-Looks like it.

I was just going to
call you, sir.

Leon Hamilton is being cremated
at 11:30 this morning.
We ran an airline check.

Ann Hamilton has booked
the next flight off the island,
the 14:05 to Miami.

It's her, isn't it?
Where's Camille?

-On her way to
Ann Hamilton's hotel.
-OK, I'll see her there.

-You ready?
-What?

The beggar thief. You promised
to help me, remember?

That woman I left the
party with last night...

-There were two of them.
-Oh?

So I wasn't seeing double!

That's her! The beggar thief.

Stop! Stop!

Philip?

Wait till I tell your mother.

Police, police! Let me through!

Excuse me.

I think we were on
the right trail?

I think somehow she was involved
in her husband's death.

She must have had an accomplice.

CAMILLE: Samuel King
is in a cell.

Gordon Foster?

I think if we find out
who killed Mrs Hamilton,

we'll also find out
who killed her husband.

Unlike Leon Hamilton,
who had queues of people
wanting him dead,

we just need to work
out who profited from
Mrs Hamilton's death.

Let's get you locked up.

-Fidel?
-Yes, sir?

Why is he dressed as a woman?

-He's the beggar thief, sir.
-But that was a woman.

No, sir, it was Philip.
In a dress.

Oh.

-Anything else, sir?
-No, no. Er, thank you, Fidel.

Thank you. OK, they've
cordoned off the room.

-Shall I send Dwayne
and Fidel over?
-No!

-No what?
-That's...

That's what?

-If...
-If what?

-Where's Vincent?
-He was having
breakfast at Catherine's bar.

-Fidel?
-Yes, sir?

Get Gordon Foster.
Keep him here till I call you.

-Understand? Repeat it.
-Yes, sir.

Get Gordon Foster,
keep him here.

-Excellent. Go on.
-What's going on?

I don't know.
I mean, I think I know.

-Oh. You think?
-Well, it's how it
works, usually.

I mean, at least,
it's the start of how it works.

You raise a notion,
a thought, a possibility.

Then you bombard it with fact,

with things already
established, to test it.

And if that notion, however
absurd, however outlandish,

well, if it stands up
to that kind of scrutiny,
if it still fits,

if it can't be disproved
by what we already know...

Well, I mean, mostly,
not always, but, yeah, mostly,

it's the truth.

Ha!

Bring Samuel King. Come on!

Richard! I was hoping to
see you before I went.

-Then I'm glad not
to disappoint.
-Have a drink.

Er, no, thank you,
still on duty.

-So, how was your birthday?
-Good, thank you.

-You missed your own party.
-Yes, so I understand.

Still, always next year.

-Hopefully. Shall we?
-What's going on?

Well, I hoped we
might just run through the case.

-You don't mind, do you?
-Why should I?

Why indeed?

You see, this case should
have been the easiest
I've dealt with.

I was handcuffed to the victim
when he was murdered, after all.

But in reality,
it turned out to be
one of the most confusing.

The murder itself
wasn't particularly baffling.

Audacious? Yes.

Daring? Absolutely.

But then, erm...
Well, it just takes a second

to plunge a blade
into a man's heart.

No, this case has never
been about the how.

It's always been
quite literally about the who.

Samuel King looked like a
good bet to begin with.

Isn't that right, Camille?

Muscle for hire,
a man who claims to be willing

to take another man's life
if the price is right.

You were on that ferry,
you could have plunged a
knife into the victim.

You can't prove nothing.

Quite so.
Luckily, we don't have to, erm,

"prove nothing",

because you didn't kill
Leon Hamilton.

You're an opportunist.

I doubt you had the brains
or the audacity for this crime.

You simply saw an opportunity
for a pay day

from disgruntled investor
Gordon Foster

when he stumbled into
your bar by chance.

Er, look, I really
have to go soon.

Not much longer. It will be
worth the wait, I promise.

You see, the key to this case
was to be found not in the
murder of Leon Hamilton

but in the killing
of his wife, Ann.

Fidel, can you come over now?

-Yes, please.
-Not only do I believe

that Ann Hamilton was involved
in the first murder,

I also think she had
an accomplice,

an accomplice
who did the dirty work,

who, er, actually carried out
the murder for reward.

And what reward! Not only
Mrs Hamilton herself, of course,
but also the 2 million dollars

she'd helped her
husband hide from
the banks and their creditors.

But a murderer's accomplice
is a very dangerous individual,

particularly when there's money
at the heart of things.

I mean...

Once you've crossed that
threshold, why not have it
all to yourself?

-And that's what you did,
wasn't it?
-What?

It was you who plunged a blade
into that poor man's heart.

[SCOFFS]

The time to strike

was when the ferry hit rough
water as it rounded the point,

a single strike when you knew
everyone would be distracted
by having to hold on'

as the boat rolled.

I think you
have a very vivid imagination.

Yes, I have.

Without it, I very much
doubt we'd be having
this conversation.

There's an old cliche about
murder someone reminded
me of recently,

that in the vast
majority of murders

the motive's either
sex or money. In this case,
it was both.

And there's another cliche.

That if the wife is murdered,
it'll usually be the husband
who is responsible.

-Except this time it can't be.
-On the contrary, Dwayne...

-That's exactly what happened.
-What's going on?

It can't be!

But you're dead!

Because this isn't
Vincent the prison guard,
this is Leon Hamilton.

Mr Foster, as the only
man in this room

who's actually met him,
are you sure this is
Leon Hamilton?

Absolutely.

While in prison,
the real Leon Hamilton

met down-at-heel prison
guard Vincent Carter,

recently divorced, broke,
not much of a future
to look forward to.

What was the deal?

50,000 dollars for
six months, to swap places

and serve out the remainder
of your sentence here
on Saint-Marie.

The 50,000 dollars taken out
by your wife two weeks ago.

It was easy enough
for the real Vincent to
fake your prison records.

He worked in admissions,
didn't he?

So after you left the prison and
before you reached the ferry,

you swapped clothes
with the real Vincent Carter.

You knew you were going
to kill him, didn't you?

The master stroke was your wife
coming from Guadeloupe
to identify the body.

I'm here.

I thought you'd forgotten
all about me.

RICHARD: In fact, I think
you arranged
to meet her last night.

I think you planned how to
spend your ill-gotten gains.

And then she gave you
what you needed, didn't she?

Her signature.
And with it the money.

No need to waste the night.

In the morning,
you threw her to her death.

She also knew that as a keen
sailor, you often sailed
around Saint-Marie,

whereas the real Vincent said
he'd never been here before.

And because you
were a keen sailor,

you knew how rough the
sea got round the point.

And because the real
Vincent wasn't, he felt
seasick straightaway.

But although Vincent Carter
traded places with you,

he was just a smaller
part of the bigger game
you were playing.

This was about 2 million dollars
and gaining your freedom,

not just from prison
but also from your wife.

As soon as she identified
the wrong body, she was
no longer needed.

She thought the two of you
were in this together.

She was looking forward
to your reunion, not
suspecting for a second

that you did all of this
in order to kill her.

It was to be the perfect murder.

After all...

How could a dead man
kill his own wife?

Made you look pretty stupid,
though, didn't I?

Yeah. You did.

And please feel free
to continue gloating

throughout your
double life sentence.

Bravo!

Actually, it was Fidel
who cracked the case.

-Me?
-Mmm. Absolutely.

Your beggar thief,
the old woman that never was.

Without her,

or, er, him, as it turned out,
I'd never have made the leap.

That was quite something.

-Thank you.
-Coo-ee!

-Oh, Lord!
-I see you got someone, then?

So, what was it? Sex? Or money?

-Both.
-Thought so.

BRM. Never fails.

You don't want to know.

Well, I think we
should celebrate,

as you missed your own
birthday party last night.

Cracking idea!

Erm, actually, I'm a little
bit tired. Been up all night.

And one or two things to do.
So, er, why don't I
meet you back here?

If you don't,
we'll come and find you!

-Absolutely. Bye!
-We mean it.

Ah! Look, he's got his cake!

No! What are you doing?

[LAUGHING]

OK, go, go.

Happy birthday, sir.

OK. Here we go.

[CHUCKLES]

There you are!

-Cheers. To the chief.
-ALL: Cheers!