All language subtitles for Death.in.Paradise.S01E06.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-SLAG_track4_[eng]

[cheerful music]

[singing in foreign language]

He's going to kill himself
on that thing

one of these days.

Chuck a steak on, Phil!

One of your specials.

Black on the outside, still
bleeding in the middle.

-Funny.
-Come on, man.

Got to be done.

Marky Boy, you have
stuff for tonight?

What stuff?

Baby, didn't I mention it?

No, you didn't mention it.

Well, as Mark's going
away tomorrow,

after dinner, I thought

we could have a little
bon voyage beer.

Oh, you mean get drunk and
talk gibberish on the boat?

Are we invited?

Strictly boys only, I'm afraid.

Well, brothers only
actually, Phil. No offence.

Can't think of anything worse

than watching you two
drinking yourselves stupid.

Well, that's what happens

when you have a brother
who thinks he's still 18.

Better than being old
before my time!

Children, please!

Benjamin. Can I have
a refill, please?

Coming up.

You haven't told her
yet, have you?

-[Benjamin sighs]
-You've got to.

-You promised.
-I will.

[soft dramatic music]

[group laughing]

[Man] [indistinct]
Look at the sunset.

[gentle music]

[Commissioner clears his throat]

Morning, sir.

Good morning, Dwayne.

Where is the inspector?

He should be here
any minute, sir.

He sometimes has trouble
getting through the market.

Well, Sergeant Bordey
is still in Paris.

They've extended her course,

so she won't be here
for another day or two.

We'll manage, sir.
It's pretty quiet.

Good. Let the inspector know

and have him call if
there are any problems.

Yes, sir.

"Extended her course." Right.

How much IT can one
person learn?

I bet she's having too
good a time to come home.

You really think so, Dwayne?

She could have taken
that course anywhere.

She just so happened
to choose Paris.

What do you think?

I never really thought about it.

Honore Police Station.

Yeah, go on.

Okay. Well, try not
to touch anything

and we'll be there as
soon as we can, okay?

Okay.

Phil Owen, down at the marina,

said someone's broken
into his dive shed.

What did they take?

That's the thing. Nothing.

Yeah, I found it like this

when I came to work
this morning.

Hey, Ben! I didn't think
I'd see you until noon.

You okay to dive?

[indistinct]

[water splashing]

-[Dwayne chuckles]
-Mark and Ben

had a session last night.

I don't think I'd
be fit to dive.

And nothing was stolen?

Well, it's hard to tell.

I mean stuff's been
moved about, but...

Look, I might find something
gone later,

but I need to fix the
door and the lock.

So you need a crime number
for the insurance, eh?

Yeah.

Business still slow?

Oh. It's been a dream to run
a dive school, my whole life.

Just be nice if it paid
the rent too, eh?

[Mark] Oh, damn.

[Phil] All right, Mark?

Good night?

My head doesn't think so!

[Dwayne and Phil laughing]

Right, let's get you written up.

[gentle music]

[phone keys clicking]

[boat engine purring]

[dice clattering]

[players speaking in French]

[Dwayne] I think Mark
had a bit too much

to drink last night.

Hey, Phil!

[Phil] Yeah?

You seen Benjamin?

Yeah, I saw him dive
off the boat,

but that was a couple
of hours ago.

Well, he's not back.

You sure?

His gear's still gone.

I'll call Abigail.

Abigail, is Benjamin with you?

Oh, oh. No, it's just...

No, no, no, no, it's
okay. Don't worry.

Don't worry too much.

I'll call you when
we find him. Okay.

Did you see Benjamin out there?

No.

He's not back from his dive.

[jet ski buzzing]

[gentle music]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

Phil! Over here!

[upbeat music]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

[Mark panting]

[oxygen whooshing]

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

Hello?

Sir?

Sir?

Sir?

Sir, you're burning up.

[sighs] Two slices of
corned beef, please, Doris.

Sir, can you hear me?

No. No, I've just had
one, thank you.

Okay.

-[Inspector groaning]
-Don't worry, sir.

[police radio murmuring]

Somebody better tell Abigail.

[phone ringing]

Fidel, where are you?

I'm with the inspector.

He's got a fever. The
doctor's with him now.

I'm down on the beach.

We've just pulled a body
out of the water.

Only I don't think
it was an accident.

Okay, I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Thanks for coming, I
wasn't sure who to call.

What does the doctor say?

[Fidel] Tropical fever.
He needs total rest.

And chicken soup.

What's wrong?

Well, it's just if the
inspector's ill,

-and Camille's away-
-You and Dwayne can manage.

But that's just it.

Dwayne just called

and they've recovered
a body from the sea.

Oh.

Yeah. And the thing is,
he thinks it's a murder.

[Dwayne grunting]

-[Dwayne] How's the chief?
-Not good.

He needs complete rest.

I called the Commissioner

but it looks like
we're on our own.

So? We can do this.

Yeah, I hope so.

We've seen the chief
and Camille do it.

I mean, how hard can it be?

Yeah, okay.

So Benjamin Lightfoot
went diving

from that boat over there
around30 this morning.

When he didn't come back,
the alarm was raised,

a search was made in the bay,

and his body was
eventually found over there

by his boss's wife, Alex,
in around 10 feet of water.

So why don't you think
it was an accident?

Because even if you ignore
an experienced diver

like Benjamin drowning
in 10 feet of water,

when we pulled him out
the air tank was full

but the air valve was off.

So someone turned it off
and held him underwater.

I can't see how it could
be anything else.

Okay, come on.

But what about signs of trauma?

Yes, but it's a strange one.

He had this weird bruise
on his chest,

but in a sharp rectangle,
you know?

Nothing on the seabed
could have done that.

All right.

But how can we even
gather any evidence?

I mean, the crime scene
is underwater somewhere.

I doubt we'll even be
able to establish

an accurate time of death.

Okay, let's think.

What would the chief do first?

Well.

He'd pace up and down a
bit, talking to himself.

Then he'd moan about the heat.

Then he'd tell me to do
door-to-door inquiries.

Okay. Then, you do that
and I'll finish off this.

[melancholic piano music]

[Phil] We're so sorry.

[Abigail sobbing]

You've not touched your soup.

I'll get you a fresh bowl.

[Inspector groaning softly]

[phone keys beeping]

[phone ringing]

Sir.

What are you...

No, no, but you're
not supposed to be.

No, I'm not telling
you how the case is.

No. No, sir, I'm hanging
up on you now.

I'm hanging up on you now, sir.

Hey, Phil, is Mark on his boat?

I think so.

How's he holding up?

Not brilliant.

Do you need to ask
him questions now?

I'm sorry, but I
have to establish

where everyone was when
Benjamin was diving.

Well, that's an easy one.

I was here with you.

You were writing up the break-in
when he went in, remember?

[Dwayne] Yeah. And you?

I was out on the water,
looking for dolphins.

On your own?

Yeah.

Can either of you think

why anyone would want
to kill Benjamin?

No, everybody loved Benjamin.

He could be a bit headstrong
at times,

but it was part of his charm.

And he and Mark were definitely
on the boat last night?

Yeah, yeah.

It was quite a night
by the sounds of it.

Even heard them arguing at one
point, when I was locking up.

Oh?

I couldn't make out
what it was about,

but I heard Benjamin
going off on one.

Yeah, but they were brothers.
They'd been drinking.

It won't have been
anything serious.

Okay, thanks.

[water splashing]

How'd you get on?

Not much. You?

-[phone ringing]
-Nothing.

Hello?

Yes, sir.

On our way, sir.

That was the commissioner.

He wants us back at the station.

Dwayne, Fidel, this is
Detective Sergeant Angela Young.

Sir?

She is in Saint Marie
on holiday.

But when she found out
about our problem,

she kindly volunteered
to step in.

She will be your senior officer

until Inspector Poole or
Sergeant Bordey returns.

Is that understood?

Make her as welcome as you can.

Very pleased to meet
you, Angela.

Sergeant Young.

I need a box, first,

followed by notes on the
body found this morning.

Yes, ma'am.

We haven't got anything
written up yet.

We just got back.

Then don't let me stop you.

I could just tell you.

I'd prefer it written
up, thank you.

[objects clattering]

[box thumping on ground]

[sighs] Camille?

No, it's Catherine.

Your mother keeps
bringing me soup.

Then you should eat it.

I can't tell her.

[sighs] She does that
thing, with the eyebrows.

[indistinct] The French thing.

What if someone sees
us together?

Excuse me?

You'll have to wear it back
to front or it'll all pop out.

Richard! Can you hear me?

-It's Catherine.
-I didn't order any cheese!

Oh, no, mom, it's
fine, it's fine.

Anything's better than
sitting on that damn beach

watching Andrew go through
various shades of pink

and having to rub
cream on his back.

Just the thought of
it makes me heave.

Yeah.

It was really good of you.

To give up your holiday
like this.

We appreciate it.

Yes, well, once you've
seen the rainforest,

waterfall and parrots,
and sat on the beach,

that's about it, isn't it?

I was bored by day three.

-There's lots of beautiful-
-I want a statement

from the brother, first.
Call me when you're done.

I want to see the wife myself.

Ma'am.

Yes?

Shall I go with him?

Why don't you do that?

[Woman On Phone] Sir,
are you still there?

-Sir?
-Yes.

I've, got a credit card.

-Do you deliver?
-Yes, we do.

[upbeat music]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

You must have the wrong number.

I'm not supposed to
be talking to you!

You need rest.

[phone ringing]

[gentle music]

I can't imagine what it's
like to lose a brother.

-I'm truly sorry.
-Thank you.

We're just clearing a
few things up. You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you have a job to do.

[Dwayne] Benjamin stayed
on your boat

last night, didn't he?

Yeah. Well, it's not my boat.

It's what I do for a
living, I crew boats.

This one belongs to a Brit,

and about once a year I get
to sail it back to the UK.

I was supposed to
be leaving today.

That's why Benjamin
was with me last night.

It was a farewell drink.

Our last night together
for a while.

Mark, did you and Benjamin
have an argument last night?

Only someone thought
they heard raised voices.

We were drinking, we were loud,

but if somebody was arguing,
it wasn't me and Benjamin.

If you and Benjamin
had been drunk,

gone to sleep very late,

isn't it strange he
still went diving?

I guess. I would
have stopped him,

but he didn't even tell
me he was going.

[water splashing]

I heard a splash as
he went overboard.

That's the first I knew.

I thought divers had to tell
someone when they go out.

They do, but Benjamin
wasn't very good at rules.

After he'd gone,
what did you do?

[sighs] Last minute chores,

getting the boat ship-shape
before I set off.

But when Benjamin
didn't come back,

I started to get worried,
so I went to see Phil.

You know the rest.

So you've been on the boat
since Benjamin was found?

I went to the house to
see Abigail, his wife.

But she wasn't there.

So after that, yeah,
I've been here.

So if she wasn't there,

[suspenseful music]

who told her about her
husband's death?

[car engine purring]

How was the brother?

[Dwayne] Distraught.

Did he tell us anything
we didn't already know?

-Not really.
-This is the wife's house,

-yes?
-Yes, ma'am.

Right, you come with me.

Freddie, you can go and write
up the brother's statement

for me to read when I get back.

-Ma'am, it's-
-Come on!

We're so sorry about
your husband.

But we need to ask
you some questions.

It's okay. I need to know
what happened, so please.

Can I ask, where were you

when your husband's
body was found?

I was here.

Oh, only, it's just your
brother-in-law, Mark, told us

he'd come up here to tell you
the news straight afterwards

and couldn't find you.

No. Phil, Benjamin's
boss, rang earlier,

said Benjamin was missing,
so I left soon after.

Went down to the bay,

and that's when I found...

But you didn't see the brother?

We must have just
missed each other.

Can you tell us a little
about your husband?

What kind of man was he?

He was perfect, you know?

I loved him.

He was so looking
forward to the birth and-

Maybe we should leave
this for a while.

[Abigail sobbing]

I do not appreciate being
interrupted like that.

But she's seven months pregnant
and just lost her husband.

And our job is to
find his killer,

not offer counselling
to his relatives.

That does not happen
again, do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

[upbeat music]

When did you order these?

Richard?

What have you been ordering?

Nothing to do with work?

No, no, no. We didn't
have any homework today.

It had better not be.

Have you finished your soup?

I'll be back later.

Goodnight, Mom.

Young, red bandana.

No.

[Fidel] Okay, thank you, sir.

-Anything?
-Nothing.

A few boats came into
the harbour yesterday,

but no-one saw a diver.

What is it?

[Fidel] The brother's statement
is on your desk, ma'am.

There's a guy on
one of the boats,

been watching us all morning.

[Angela] Do you know who he is?

-[Dwayne] No.
-[camera clicking]

[Angela] Then take
Freddie and question him,

but drop me back at
the station first.

You didn't hear Benjamin
and Mark arguing.

How would you know?

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Oh, right.

So we're telling each other
everything now, are we?

What?

No secrets, just like
the old days?

I've got no idea what
you're talking about.

My body might be useless
these days, Alex,

but it doesn't make me stupid.

Phil!

I saw you. And him.

The looks, the little whispers,

sneaking off in corners
together.

Me and Benjamin?

Don't treat me like an idiot.

It's what you said to
the police, isn't it?

"Everyone loved him."

But it wasn't everyone,
was it, Alex? It was you.

You think we were
having an affair?

-Don't laugh at me.
-Phil.

Phil, I love you.

I've never been interested
in anybody else

since the day that I met you.

Especially not Benjamin.

But I saw you.

Yeah, you saw us whispering,

maybe even huddled together
in corners,

but not because we were
having an affair.

What then?

[boat engine shutting off]

-Sir?
-Yes, officer.

-Is this your boat?
-Yeah. Yeah, why?

Could I ask your name, please?

Daniel Barber.

-What's the problem?
-No problem, sir.

Can we see your papers?
Boat registration, passport?

Yeah, course. They're
down below.

We'll wait.

[radio plays bright music]

Psst!

[dramatic music]

I hated him because I thought
you were having an affair,

and this was about money?

He said he was in trouble.

That the people he owed
money to wouldn't wait.

I think they were
threatening him.

He was in trouble?

What about us?

The business is going
down the toilet

and you're lending him money?

He promised me he'd pay it back.

How much?

How much?

So how long have you
been in Saint Marie?

I arrived yesterday morning.

And how long do you
intend on staying?

A few days.

You was watching us
through binoculars.

Can I ask why?

Yeah, I'd heard about that
guy, the one that drowned.

Just curious.

Curious?

Well, I'm on my own
on the boat all day.

You guys are the most
exciting thing

that's happened since
I got here.

Are you gonna tell me there's
a law against being nosy?

Okay, sir. Thank you
for your time.

Pleasure.

Thanks.

[suspenseful music]

[Richard panting]

[Richard sighs]

Well?

Oh, pardon.

Danny Barber, native of Panama,

here sightseeing for a few days.

There was something about him,

I don't know what, but
I didn't like him.

Then run a check.

I've got his photo
on the camera.

Shall I run it through
the Interpol site as well?

That's generally what
I mean by a check.

All right, so I've read
all these reports.

What software do you
use to assimilate

and cross-reference statements?

Ma'am?

Where do you look at all
the evidence in one place,

to cross-reference?

Oh.

A whiteboard?

Yes, ma'am.

Great.

So we have an experienced
diver found dead

in 10 feet of water,
his air tank turned off,

strange marks on his chest.

Do we have an autopsy report?

Not yet, ma'am.

[sighs] The victim was
drinking with brother

the night before, didn't
tell anyone he was going out.

Ma'am?

Yes?

I've noticed something.

What?

We got these pictures from
Mr. Lightfoot's employers,

Phil and Alex Owen.

And?

Well, in every one of the
photos, when he's alive,

he's wearing a red bandana, yes?

But not when we found the body.

I used to see him a
lot at the marina

and he always wore a bandana.

I'm pretty sure he
was wearing it

when I saw him jump
off the boat.

That's it?

You don't think it's strange?

No, I think it fell off
in the water somewhere.

Only the inspector says

that these little things
are usually important so-

The inspector isn't here,
is he, Freddie? I am.

And I want little things
that mean something

like an autopsy report,
the time of death,

forensic evidence, witness
statements and a motive.

Call the lab, chase
up the reports,

then both of you go through
all the statements again

and find me a motive.

The boat guy, I tapped
in his description,

got a photo match.

He goes by a number of names.

Danny Parker, Michael Smith,

but his real name
is Danny Fernandez

and he's on an Interpol
watch list.

For what?

Gun running, drugs,
conflict diamonds.

So the passport he showed
us, it must be a fake.

Be quite something to make
an arrest this quickly.

Well, go and pick him up then.

There he is!

[police siren wailing]

-Hey, what you doing?
-Can't stop!

[dramatic music]

Stop! Police!

[boat engine humming]

You're under arrest.

For what?

Endangering the life
of a police officer.

And travelling under
a false passport,

but mostly for the first one.

Yes, sir, I have made an arrest.

He may be connected to the
death of Benjamin Lightfoot,

but at the very least, he's
travelling on a false passport.

Oh, not at all, sir.

It's a pleasure to
be able to help.

I've done nothing wrong.

He tried to run, ma'am.

Thank you, Freddie.

Did you know Benjamin Lightfoot?

No, who's he?

You've been watching
us all morning.

And you're locking me
up for what exactly?

Looking at you through
binoculars?

No. For travelling on
a false passport.

We're locking you up
until I find out

why you're so interested
in our investigation.

He's definitely hiding
something.

I don't doubt it.
The question is,

does it have anything
to do with the murder?

Well, we've got lots of bits,

but nothing that links
them together.

Well, like an experienced diver

that drowns in shallow water.

Bruises on his chest.

An international smuggler
with a fake passport

and a missing bandana.

[Fidel laughs]

That's what the
inspector's really good at,

you know, putting things
together and making sense of
them.

You spend a lot of time
talking about this inspector,

which luckily isn't
annoying at all.

There's something we need to add

to the list of things
that don't make sense.

The preliminary autopsy report
just came through online.

And?

There was no sea water found

in Benjamin Lightfoot's lungs.

What?

What, so he wasn't drowned?

Yes, he was drowned,
but in fresh water.

[gentle music]

She hasn't got a clue.

Oh. No, no, no.

She's got a lot of clues,

she just doesn't know
what to do with them.

Okay?

Yeah. Great.

Thank you, Dwayne.

Sir? It's only me, Fidel.

How are you feeling?

Like death.

I brought you some fruit.

How's the case?

About that, only,

well, look, I feel really
bad doing this,

going behind everyone's back.

I mean, you're supposed
to be resting.

I am resting. I'm in bed.

Yes, but sneaking
away to call you,

coming here, it feels wrong.

Well, it's not.

So what's been happening?

Okay. Danny Fernandez,

the guy on the boat I
was telling you about,

it turns out he's a smuggler
travelling on a fake passport.

Have you got his case file?

[Fidel] Yes.

Autopsy report?

The autopsy shows that he had

only fresh water in his lungs.

Really?

Then he must have been
drowned elsewhere and then,

you know, his body
dumped at sea.

Yes.

Who was the last person
to see him alive?

His brother. And Dwayne.

Oh. Yeah.

Do we know what was stolen
from the dive shed yet?

Nothing.

[sighs] Why break in if you're
not gonna steal anything?

I don't know. But we don't
think it's connected.

So there's a break-in at
the victim's place of work.

A short time later,
he's found dead.

And it's not connected?

Well, Sergeant Young
doesn't seem to think so.

-Ah, yes, Sergeant Young.
-Yeah.

How is she?

Still calling you Freddie?

Yes, sir.

I wish Camille was here.

Look, it's vital we get to
the bottom of the break-in.

It could break open
the whole case.

Okay.

Oh and I've been thinking,
you know,

about your bandana, I
think you're right.

It doesn't make any sense it
having fallen off in the water.

He dived regularly wearing it,

so the one time it falls
away is the day he dies. Why?

The struggle, maybe?

Possibly.

I need to give it some
more thought. [sighs]

Sir?

I can smell chicken soup.

The plant pot beside you
is full of chicken soup.

It's Camille's mother.
She's demented.

She thinks chicken soup is
some kind of wonder drug.

The new penicillin.

She's been force-feeding me.

Would you like me to remove

the incriminating evidence, sir?

Yes, please, Fidel,
if you could.

[yawns] I'd be most grateful.

[sighs]

[upbeat music]

[church bells chiming]

[suspenseful music]

Okay. I want Philip and
Alex Owen interviewed again.

I also want to see
the wife again.

We need to see if either
of them have any links

to Danny Barber, or
Danny Fernandez,

or whatever his name is.

There has to be a connection
and we need to establish it

before we can question him.

Dwayne, you come with me.
Freddie, you can do the Owens.

Wow.

Did you or your husband
know a Danny Barber?

Who?

He's also known as
Danny Fernandez.

I don't think so. Who's he?

He's a criminal, a smuggler.

His boat is moored
in the marina.

Benjamin never mentioned
anyone called Danny.

You're sure?

Yes.

And did your husband make
regular trips overseas?

No.

In fact, I don't think he left
the island since I met him.

Abigail.

Sorry but did Benjamin take a
suitcase with him to the boat?

Knowing Benjamin, I doubt
he even took a toothbrush.

It's just, that blue
case up there,

I saw one just like
it on Mark's boat.

Well, that can't be.

But they're a pair, and,
and only one is there.

[Dwayne] His passport, ma'am.

If your brother was only
staying with you one night,

why did he pack so many
clothes and a passport?

You argued with your
brother, didn't you?

You can either tell me the
truth or I can arrest you.

Dwayne, get on to
Government House.

We're gonna need a warrant
to impound this yacht.

All right, wait.

I'll tell you.

My brother was a gambler.
He owed money.

[Angela] Is that what
you argued about?

He had no sense of
responsibility.

He just breezed through life,

leaving the rest of
us in his wake,

clearing up the mess he left.

I'm not interested in your
brother's shortcomings,

I'm more interested in
who he owed money to.

He didn't say.

Well, then why mention
it at all?

Because he wanted me
to bail him out.

Just like he always did.

Marky Boy, I just
need a few grand.

You'll get it back. Promise.

[Mark] And where am I gonna
get that sort of money from?

You'll find it. You've
done it before.

Not this time.

I didn't have that sort of
money, so I told him I couldn't.

I wouldn't help him.

So why the suitcase?

He said I was his last chance.

He was in serious trouble.

If he couldn't pay the debt,
he'd have to leave the island.

His life was in danger.

From who?

I don't know.

In your statement,

you said you were about
to leave for the UK.

Did you agree to take
him with you?

So that's it. If he owed
money, had gambling debts,

then we find who
he owed money to

and we'll find our killer.

Sorry ma'am, but if you're
going to kill someone

for their gambling debts,

do you really go to
so much trouble,

drowning them, dumping
them at sea?

Then what's your theory?

-I don't have one.
-I thought not.

Get on to the bank. I want
details of his finances.

See how bad it was. Well?

They've checked the shed again

and still can't find
anything missing.

I'm not interested
in the damn shed.

That's not what I sent you for.

Oh no, sorry, that was...

Oh, was what?

Not what you asked me for.

You asked me to find out if
they knew Danny Fernandez

and no, they don't.

They'd seen him in
the marina before

but never spoken to him.

All right, so of all the
people we've questioned,

who would Benjamin Lightfoot
most likely be frightened of?

To fear for his life
enough to run

and leave his pregnant
wife behind?

-Danny Fernandez.
-Exactly.

So Dwayne, you do the
bank like I asked.

Freddie, you go down to
Danny Fernandez's boat.

I want it searched
from top to bottom.

If there's any evidence
linking him to Benjamin,

I want it found.

Chop, chop.

[gentle music]

What are you doing out of bed?

Just looking for chicken soup.

Oh, so you like it.

It's like an angel crying
on my tongue.

Oh.

You seem stronger too,
so it must be working.

Yes, yes.

We should alert the Red Cross.

We could rid the world of famine

and disease at a single stroke.

It will be known in Brussels
as the "chicken soup strategy."

No child will ever cry again.

I heard from Camille.

Oh.

I told her you were ill,
so she's on her way home.

She'll be here in a few hours.

You've missed her?

Well, I mean, that's,

that's to say, you know,

the fact she isn't here
is, you know, not ideal,

so in that sense...

Why can't you Brits ever
just say how you feel?

We can.

Go on, then.

Just say something.

Don't think about it
first. You let it out.

Okay.

Your soup tastes like old socks

that have been marinated in
diesel, sprinkled with urine,

then baked for three
days covered in a sack

that's been used to wipe
a donkey's backside!

[Catherine sighs]

No secret compartments
on Danny's boat anywhere,

or stashes of cash,
or contraband.

The only thing I found is a
set of scales, but no drugs.

No, the diving equipment
hadn't been used for years.

The air tank's all seized
up, the rubber's all split.

Okay. I'll catch you later.

No problem.

Got the bank statements.

The full autopsy report came in.

The wounds on the victim's chest

had tiny shards of
metal in them.

And there was a stone
lodged in his oesophagus.

That's not the only
thing that's weird.

Oh?

The Lightfoot account
looks quite healthy

for someone who owed
a lot of money.

But there are two transactions
in there.

$25,000 paid into his
account two weeks ago,

then taken out in
cash the next day.

It was paid from an
account held by Alex Owen.

You know, I don't get it.

Why would Alex En give
Benjamin $25,000?

Well, he asked his
brother for help,

why not his boss's wife?

Okay, but then why didn't
she mention it?

I mean, 25,000 is
a lot of money.

You know what I could
do with that?

The other thing is,

he took the money out
of the bank in cash.

So it must have been to
pay off his gambling debts.

Maybe.

Not maybe. Definitely.

Well, how can you know that?

Because when you lose
money gambling,

the kind of people you
owe the money to,

they don't like to take checks.

Okay, but then one thing
still bugs me.

Only one?

He told his brother,
Mark, that he owed money

and that if he didn't
pay it off,

he feared for his life. Right?

So?

Okay, that was after Mrs.
Owen had given him the 25,000.

So if he'd paid off
his gambling debts,

the only person he owed
money to was Alex Owen.

[knocking on door]

He said it was a one-off.

It wouldn't happen again.

But he owed all this money.

He didn't dare tell Abigail,
'cause she'd kill him.

And obviously, I don't mean-

You gave him money to
pay his debts off?

No. She gave all our savings
to pay his debts off.

Every penny we had.

Why didn't you tell
us this earlier?

Well, 'cause I was trying to
spare Abigail any more pain.

It's all connected, isn't it?

It's got to be do
with his debts.

And when did you find
out about this?

After Benjamin was killed.

Now don't get any ideas.

I'm not being cleaned out
and being accused of murder.

Not in the same week.

Did Benjamin ever say if
he planned to pay you back?

He said he wouldn't rest

until he'd paid back
every dollar.

-And you believed him?
-Yes!

Phil Owen has a fresh water
butt in his dive shed.

[Dwayne] True. I never
thought of that.

That's why I'm a detective
sergeant and you're not.

And the marks on his chest?

Shh.

There was clearly a struggle,

during which he'd have to be
held face down with some force,

which would explain
marks on his chest.

As for the stone lodged
in his oesophagus.

Lots of stones on the seabed
where the body was found.

The key is the money
Benjamin owed.

The money he begged
his brother for.

The only thing that makes
sense is that Phil Owen lied

about not finding out
about the money

until after Benjamin was dead.

He then went back to get it.

We know Benjamin didn't have it.

So after a furious row,

Phil Owen killed Benjamin
Lightfoot

by holding him underwater
in his freshwater barrel.

He then panicked, dumped
the body at sea. Boof!

What about the guy in the cells?

Clearly, he's a criminal,

but there's nothing that
links him to the victim.

Therefore, he's nothing
more than a distraction.

It has to be Philip Owen.

[Fidel] Are you sure
this is a good idea?

[Dwayne] Look, the
chief needs to know

we're about to make an arrest.

Dwayne?

One thing before we go in.

You've been feeding him
information on the quiet.

What? How did you know?

Because so have I.

Only I didn't bring a bag
of fruit every time I went.

[knocking on door]

Sir?

So.

You know about each other then?

Yes, sir.

I seem to be upsetting
everybody today.

I told Camille's mother that
her soup tasted like diesel,

and when I telephoned
to apologise

she said I was being childish.

Well, you did put your
soup in a plant pot.

Self preservation.

So why are you here?

Sergeant Young is about
to make an arrest.

We thought you should know.

Well, then. You must
tell me who it...

He's done too much.
He's wiped out.

We should leave, let him sleep.

No, wait. He's back.

Where was I?

Ah, yes. You were
about to tell me

who you think killed
Benjamin Lightfoot.

Yes.

Right, so Sergeant Young thinks
it can only be one person.

That's what I believe too.

It was Phil Owen.

And he's gone again.

No, he's listening,
taking it all in.

So Phil's the killer.

Well, we'd better arrest
him for murder, then.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Perhaps you could help
me get dressed.

Dwayne?

Drop us at the station,

and then I need you to go and
get a couple of things for me.

I'm not dead yet, thank you.

At first sight, it was
a baffling case.

Yet all it needed was
dogged determination,

diligent police work, and
an instinct for the truth.

In the final analysis,

Benjamin Lightfoot's murderer
could only be one person.

The only person here with the
means, motive and opportunity.

I couldn't agree more.

Mark Lightfoot, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of your
brother, Benjamin Lightfoot.

What? This is a madness!

-[handcuffs clattering]
-Phil, do something.

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?

Will someone please explain
to me what's going on?

Ah. Helena.

Helena?

Detective Inspector
Richard Poole.

We haven't met, but I've
heard a lot about you.

I apologise for the dramatic
nature of my arrival,

but I felt compelled to
drag myself from my sick bed

to prevent a grave injustice.

And of course, to
arrest Mark here

for the murder of his brother.

He can't be the murderer.

I saw him on the boat
when Benjamin went diving.

And so did one of your officers.

Yeah, it was him.

No. You only thought you
saw Benjamin that morning.

In fact, that's rather
the point.

Did you tell your brother
the real reason

you were sailing for
the UK that day,

or did he already know?

I have no idea what you're
talking about.

I think you do.

You're a smuggler, Mr.
Lightfoot, aren't you?

Once a year, you sail
that boat to the UK.

That's what you told
my officers, wasn't it?

And you crew boats all
over the Caribbean.

That's how you met Danny Barber,

or Fernandez, as we
now know he is.

Or is it a coincidence
that a suspected smuggler

is in the Bay of Honore

the same day you're
leaving for the UK?

Though as any detective worth
their salt will tell you,

there's no such thing
as coincidence

in a murder investigation.
Fidel?

The scales on Mr.
Fernandez's boat confused us.

There was no trace of
drugs, even in lab tests.

The drugs were only
one of the things

Mr. Fernandez was
known to deal in.

The others being guns
and conflict diamonds.

Like this one,

found lodged in the
oesophagus of the victim.

Uncut so they still
look like stones,

but easy enough to identify
with a little basic research.

I was waiting on a lab report.

Once we knew what the stone was,

the rest suddenly made sense.

Because the way you got
them through UK customs

was really quite brilliant.

They weren't even hidden.

You're wrong.

If those are diamonds, I have
no idea how they got there.

I think you're lying.

I also think that when
your brother discovered

what they were and tried
to take some of them

to pay his debts, you pushed
his head into the fish tank

-and held him there.
-No!

In his struggle to breathe,

this stone became lodged
in his throat.

I can't be sure, but it
certainly explains the shape

of the wounds on his chest

and why there were metal
shards embedded in them.

Metal, by the way, not plastic,

as it stated quite clearly
in the lab report, I believe.

It also explains the one
thing you didn't consider

when you dumped his
body into the sea.

Why his lungs were full
of fresh water.

Ah! Mr. Fernandez.

-[Angela sighs]
-At the moment, you're charged

with possession of a
counterfeit passport

and illegal movement of
conflict diamonds.

What you have to decide

is whether you want to add
accessory to murder to that
list.

Mark?

Oh. So you do know him?

[Danny chuckles]

The question is, will
a jury believe you

when you tell them you're
not a murderer?

All right.

It was his idea to use the
catamaran, the fish tank.

He approached me.

I'll tell you everything.

But I had nothing to do with
the killing of his brother.

I still don't understand.
I saw him.

By the time you saw
Benjamin go diving,

he was already dead.

[Inspector sighs]

You were forced to admit that
you argued with your brother

the night he was murdered.

As you didn't know what
had been overheard,

you decided to tell
us the truth.

But you didn't tell us what
happened next, did you?

I just need a few grand,

You'll get it back. Promise.

And where am I gonna get
that sort of money from?

You'll find it!

You've done it before.

[Benjamin] Not this
time. Not this time.

Come on, big boy, you
know I need it.

Just drink your drink,
all right?

After a night of heavy drinking,

emotions ran high,
tempers flared.

You started to fight
over the diamonds.

[water splashing]

A lot of money.

All those years of resentment.

A the little brother who
breezed through life,

leaving you in his wake
to clear up his mess.

-[water gurgling]
-[Benjamin groaning]

I doubt we'll ever know

if you meant to kill
your brother that day,

but once you realised
that you had,

you knew you had to
dispose of his body.

And I have to say, your
plan was ingenious.

The first part was to get him

into some of the
boat's scuba kit

and get his body
onto the dinghy.

You thought it would look
like a tragic diving accident.

[water splashing]

After all, what else
could it be?

Your first mistake was
in not realising

that his lungs would
be full of fresh water.

The second was in forgetting
to turn on his air tank.

Once you'd dumped his body
in the sea, you came back,

and it was you that broke into
Phil's dive shed, wasn't it?

And now we understand

why it looked like
nothing had been stolen,

because nothing had.

[metal thudding]

You simply needed a
police officer there

for the final piece
of the jigsaw.

You disposed of your
brother's body at sea,

under cover of darkness.

But in order to get away
with his murder,

you needed to prove
he was still alive.

So you impersonated him.

Making sure you put on one of
his trademark red bandanas.

Because in scuba gear,

it would be hard to tell
two people apart,

let alone two brothers of
a similar age and build.

Hey! I didn't think
I'd see you until noon.

And as long as you spoke
through the snorkel

you'd even sound the same.

[water splashing]

[water gurgling]

[water splashing]

I mean, why would anyone think

anything suspicious
was happening?

At that stage, nobody knew

anything suspicious
had happened.

You wasn't being clumsy
when you dropped

-and smashed that bottle.
-[bottle smashing]

You was cleverly proving
that you were on that boat

after your brother had left it.

Good night?

So how could you
be the murderer?

The murder hadn't happened yet.

Your brother was still alive.

Or so everyone would think.

I asked Dwayne to pick up
not just the fish tank,

but also to look
through the trash

-that you put out that day.
-[bag rustling]

Because inside there,
was one clue

that broke the whole
case wide open.

Benjamin had never appeared
without his red bandana

before the day that
he was murdered.

Why was that?

You see, that really bugged me,

until I realised that
you'd remembered to wear it

when you impersonated
him that morning,

but in your panic to dispose
of the body, you hadn't.

So the bandana,

the marks on his
chest, the stone,

the fresh water in his lungs,

the break-in at the dive shed.

All things that
individually make no sense,

but when you put
them all together

they all add up to one fact,

that you murdered your
brother Benjamin

and disposed of his
body in the sea.

Lock him up, Fidel.

[hand slapping]

Mark, how could you?

He was your brother.

And I hated him.

My whole life, I hated him,

and none of you could
understand.

You'd just laugh at me,

the brother who wasn't as
cool or as interesting.

My whole life, people,
they run around after him.

I run around after him,

clearing up his mistakes,
paying his debts,

letting him use me.

But you never saw that, did you?

Nobody noticed me.

My sincere condolences,
Mrs. Lightfoot.

And the suitcase?

All Mark, intended to
throw us off the scent.

He must have packed it
when he went to the house,

supposedly to tell you
about your husband's death.

I knew he wouldn't leave me.

[gentle piano music]

Sorry, is that what you
were going to say?

You know damn well it wasn't.

Yes, I did know that,

but that's why I'm a detective
inspector and you're not.

[Inspector sighing]

So we've caught a murderer

and an international
diamond smuggler.

That's a good day.

Yes, it is.

I'm not sure Sergeant
Young was too pleased.

I'm sorry, but she
wasn't very nice.

Don't worry, Freddie.
She's gone now.

Uh-oh. That doesn't look good.

I've just got off
a nine-hour flight

and what do I get?

Virtually as the plane
hits the tarmac,

my mother on the phone
saying you've insulted her?

Wait, I didn't insult
her, it was more critique.

You said her soup tasted
of old socks!

She told me to be honest.

When women tell you
to be honest,

it doesn't mean they
want you to be honest!

Well, what sense does that make?

It doesn't have to
make any sense.

We're talking about my mother.

She was force-feeding me.

I could have reported her
for aggravated assault.

-I grew up on chicken soup.
-That explains a lot.

What is that supposed to mean?

[Fidel] Looks like things
are back to normal then.

[Dwayne] Amen to that.
Fancy a beer?

-[hands clapping]
-[Richard] Well, it's clearly

made you very argumentative,
for a start.

[Camille] I'm argumentative?

[Inspector] Well, excuse me,

but while you were
swanning around in Paris,

I was solving a murder
from my sick bed.

[Camille] From what I've heard,

Dwayne and Fidel did
all the hard work.

[Inspector] What? Come on,

is all this really about
your mother's chicken soup?

[Camille] No, no.

All of this is because
you are a rude man.

[upbeat music]

I've been waiting for
this day for 10 years.

Just make sure you boys
can keep up with me.

So you're seriously telling
me you weren't jealous

of him spending time with
a younger, prettier woman?

Nothing Solly ever did
was easy on other folk.

There's obviously more
between you and Solly

than a photo assignment.

-[fireworks banging]
-[crowd cheering]

[Man] We were in a band.

Didn't mean we were family.

You just have to relax.

Go with the flow.

[Inspector yelling]

[upbeat music]