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[DRUMS BEATING]

[CHEERING]

You don't know how lucky
you are, you know.

Solly hasn't stepped foot
on stage for ten years.
Amazing!

Where's the Chief?
I don't want him to miss this.

-He said he had to get some air.
-Air?

[WOMAN SOBBING]

-You're going to miss the show.
-Yeah? Wouldn't
that be terrible?

You know they say that a man
who doesn't love music,
doesn't love life.

Oh, come on!
Dwayne will have a coronary
if you miss this.

Think of it as
a team-building exercise.

Richard, come on!

[CHEERING]

-Ah chief, you're just in time!
-Well, this is fun!

Don't spoil it.

[LAUGHING]

Look, here he comes.

[CROWD CHEERING]

-Any minute now.
-Sorry, what is it
we're waiting for?

The singer, Solly,
bursts out of the coffin.

Why?

It's show business.

Ladies and gentlemen.

[CHEERING]

-The one...
-ALL: Yeah!

-The only...
-ALL: Yeah!

-Solomon...
-Any minute now.

Solly Jackson!

[CHEERING]

It's a trick...
Just wait and see.

It has to be.

I thought you said it was
show business?

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

OK, Honore Police, move back,
thank you, thank you.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

RICHARD: Convenient really,
having your own coffin,
ready and waiting.

Blood groupings show he was
definitely killed inside it.

Close range, gunshot wound. You
should have the area searched,

see if anyone discarded the
murder weapon anywhere.

Maybe in the coffin?

Well, no, no.
That would be highly unlikely.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Or not.

Have Dwayne run it for prints.

-Any idea what this is?
-Maybe a good-luck charm?

Obviously didn't work, then.

It's, erm...

Strange the way he's been
laid out, isn't it?
With his arms folded.

At rest in repose.

You don't do that unless you
have a connection with someone.

Whoever did this must have
known him. Cared about him.

Maybe even loved him.

They've got a funny
way of showing it.

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

For, er, Solly to die?

No, no, for the band
to get back together.

I've played with other groups
since we split but...

When Curtis, Eddie and Solly
was out there, oh!

It was magical.

-Why did the band break-up
the first time?
-I don't know.

-You must have some idea.
-No, I just hit the keys.
I avoid all that stuff.

A couple of months back, Eddie,
the bass player, called me up

and said Solly had finally
agreed to do some new shows.

Some shows? So, this
wasn't just a one-off?

Eddie had big plans for us,
back in the studio,
back on the road...

Would have been fun.

-When was the last time
you saw Solly?
-Hmm, backstage.

Just when we went to get ready.

Just make sure you boys
can keep up with me.

OK?

Explain the coffin to me.

It was Solly's thing.

15 minutes before the show,
he goes out
and gets into the coffin,

pulls the lid and waits there
to be taken onto stage.

And, erm, he
went in there alone?

Nobody was allowed,
Solly was very strict about it.

You could set your watch to it,
15 minutes...

Some things never change,
I guess.

15 minutes, fellas! He'll be
getting in there right now.

We were all backstage together,
Solly away on his own.

The rest of us finally able
to relax and have some fun.

See, when we first started out,
we were good, you know,

we were solid,
but nobody came to see us.

We were just another band,
we didn't stand out.

-So you came up with the
coffin as a stage gimmick.
-Solly did.

You can say what you like
about the guy,

but he was a genius when it came
to that side of things.

Played out the
whole mystical angle.

Telling the press that
he slept in it,

that that's where he got
his voodoo force!

It had been ten years since
we were out on stage.

So I guess he needed this time,
now more than ever,

to get into character.

To do the things the way
he always did.

I didn't believe a word of it.

Not then, not now.

The coffin,
the whole 15 minutes alone.

He didn't need it. I think he
just wanted to make sure
that we knew he was the boss.

That he was better than
the rest of us.

So erm, there was, er,
some resentment in the
band towards him?

We spent years working hard
to sell records,
to make him famous,

but the more popular we got,
the more Solly got distracted.

The drinks,
the party, the women.

He threw away his career,
all our careers.

So, yeah, you can say there was
some kind of resentment, yes.

Sorry, do, do you think you
could put that thing elsewhere
while we talk to you,

it's, er, it's just
a little distracting.

I am an ophiophilist.

It means I am fond of snakes.
Smart creatures. Very loyal.

Even so...

-You'd rather I just let
her run free?
-Whoa!

No that's fine, that's fine,
that's fine.

So quarter to nine,
Solly goes to his coffin,
to prepare for the show.

Where were you?
With the rest of them,
backstage, ready to go on.

I wasn't sure about
the comeback, old wounds,

but there's no denying it,
building up to that
nine o'clock show time...

Boy, it felt good to be back.

When the band start playing
their first, erm, number...

It's your job to make sure
the coffin appears on stage?

Two minutes into the music I go
backstage, to get the coffin.

Break a leg, Solly!

I didn't know anything was
wrong till I opened it up.

So you're the only one
who had access to Solly?

-Officially, yes.
-And erm...

Where were you during the
15 minutes of his "alone time"?

Well, I was on stage,
checking out the equipment.
You can ask anyone at the bar.

And as far as you know,
nobody went to see him
during that time?

Solly would have torn them off a
strip, but Solly being Solly...

There can always been exceptions
to the rules, like that girl.

-Which girl?
-I didn't know her name.

Been around for a week or so,
said she was a photographer.

Pretty little thing, early 20s.

Solly was obviously
very fond of her

'cos he didn't shout
or scream around her like
he did with everybody else.

She even stopped by
to see him this evening.

Right, do you remember what
shoes she was wearing?

Any, any distinctive features?
You know, plain shoes?

Or something a little
more ostentatious?

Quite a pronounced heel?

Maybe blue flowers on the front?

I didn't realise you were so
interested in women's fashion.

I'm not!

-I'm simply trying to establish
what shoes she was wearing.
-Hmm, I see.

Shoes are shoes, man,
and with a smile like that,
you focus on her face.

That can't have been easy
for his wife.

Solly running round
with a younger girl.

Nothing Solly ever did
was easy on other folk.

So, you're seriously
telling me you
weren't jealous of him

spending time
with a younger, prettier woman?

Which is what I would
be asking Avita Jackson,
if you hadn't let her leave!

Sir, she was crying,
she'd just lost her husband...

No, no, no, no, she hadn't lost
him, he was murdered,

which is all the more reason
to keep her here.

OK, Chief. I screwed up, I know.

Right...

Avita the wife.

Eddie, bass player,
architect of the comeback.

Curtis the guitarist,
Renward the keyboard player
and Neville the roadie.

Each one has an alibi
for the time of the murder.

Two questions.

Who was the mystery lady
with pretty shoes?

Yes, but also...

-Why a gun?
-There are better ways, quieter.

Exactly.

Where do you want this, Chief?

Ah!

Just what we need.

On the table, please.

Seen this?

Mmm-hmm...

A woman with impressively
large breasts!

No, here, look.
The pendant round his neck.

Oh, so...
The killer took it off
and placed it in his hands.

OK, great, why?

I don't know.

DWAYNE: Erm, good to go, Chief.

Do you want me to
clear some space?

In case you get the urge to
kick off your shoes and dance?

It's important that
we profile the victim.
Family, friends, colleagues,

but in Solly's case we have
the added benefit

of being able to learn about
him from his own words.

His own songs.

Understand the man and you'll
understand the murder.

[LOUD GRIME MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Wind up de gal
With the voodoo style

♪ Wind up
Wind up de gal

♪ With the goodness style

♪ Wind up de gal
With the wickedest style... ♪

On second thoughts, Dwayne,
perhaps it would be better

if you listened to it,
transcribe the lyrics for me.

No need.
Solly sang about two things.

Monsters and women.

There were some pretty
weird-looking individuals
at that show,

but, er, I think we can
rule out any of them
being actual zombies.

So what did he say about women?

Solly sang about being
a bit of a playboy.

You know, man the hunter,
women the prey.

Every girl a flower waiting
to be plucked.

An uncharted map to be explored.

Yep, well, we get the picture,
although, erm...

Strictly speaking, there's no
such thing as an uncharted map.

The whole point of cartography
is to illuminate the unknown.

It's poetry.

You have no romance
in your soul.

Either way, I think we can
safely say Solly had an
eye for the fairer sex.

Oh, Solly had his fun all right,
all over town!

-Despite being married.
-For 20 years.

And seeing as certain members
of the service saw fit to let
her slip away yesterday...

Perhaps now we should see
what the wife
has to say for herself.

Mrs Jackson?

Mrs Jackson?

Sorry for disturbing you.

You, er...

Thinking of leaving?

-I'm Detective Inspector...
-I know who you are.

I understand this
is a difficult time for you.

-Would you mind if I saw
your shoes?
-Yes.

Won't take a second.

They're on my feet.

And there's another pair
by the door.

Thank you.

Is there another item of
clothing you'd like to see?

No, no.
Although I, er...

Do notice you're throwing
away those that belong
to your husband.

There's no reason for me
to hang on to them now.

You don't seem very upset.

Would you rather I was weeping
and wailing on your shoulder?

Am I sorry he's gone? Yes.

Do I miss him?
I don't know yet.

Am I going to sit here
and dwell on it?

I have too much to do before
I go back to St Lucia.

Solly's wake to organise, and
grief isn't going to help that.

-At the time of his death...
-I was backstage.

Watching his band mates act like
the little kids they are.

Do you know of anyone who
might have wanted him dead?

I know people who didn't like
him, but to kill him?

We suspect the murderer
might be someone he knew,
someone close to him.

Are there any brothers,
sisters, children?

Solly was an only child.
And as for having little ones...

I thought about it, cried about
it, but he wasn't interested.

Although, the other day,
man looks round at me and says,

"It wouldn't have been
the end of the world".

That was Solly.
Just when you think you've
figured him out,

he'd find a new way
to mess with your mind.

This, erm, pendant he wore...

Did it have any particular
significance for him?

Just Voodoo tat.
Practically worthless.

Scrape away the Obeah
make-up, the costumes,
the whole silly act,

when he started singing,
he could break your heart.

If he wanted to.

I'm sure he got
a lot of attention.

Certainly his music paints him
as something of a womaniser.

Solly was a go-out, stay-out
sort of man.

If he came home before sunrise,
I never saw it

and what he did when he was
out there, I never asked.

I never wanted to know.

There was a girl seen hanging
around this past week,
do you know her?

I saw her.

OK, let's give Solly his space,
come on, let's do this.

Smile.

Do you think he was
having an affair with her?

-Do you think I want to
answer these questions?
-Sir.

I'm sorry, I know it's hard,
but I have to ask.

I don't know.

Nevertheless, the
prospect of a comeback...

Many more shows,
many more crowds,
many more women.

The thought of that must have
made you very unhappy.

Unhappy enough to kill him,
is what you mean.

I'm simply trying to establish
your state of mind at the time
of the murder.

Oh. Is that what you're
trying to do?

You should watch your tone
with the lady.

Avita.

This is a murder investigation,
we have to follow all leads.

Her husband died yesterday.

She was with the rest of us
when Solly got...

When he passed away.

We were all together, no matter
how many questions you ask.

I'm so sorry.

What?

We think Solly was killed
by someone close to him, right?

And yet everyone close
to him has an alibi.

The gun in the coffin...

The body in repose,
the pendant in the hand.

There's got to be a reason
behind all of these things.

Which is?

Well, I don't know,
I'm just saying.

Oh, I thought you had something.

-No.
-Oh, never mind.

Pendant.

-What?
-Show me the pendant,

the one that was found
in Solly's hands.

-Gold, yeah?
-Yes.

See, just like these ones.
Right? In the early albums.

Then in the last few,
early to mid '90s, he switched,
look, to silver.

Yes, but when he was killed...

Back to gold again.

-It's got to be significant.
-Bad news.

Tried tracing the gun,
came up with nothing.

No serial number, no leads.
Sorry, Chief.

And what about
our mystery girl?

-Anything on her? Chief.
-Sorry Chief.

Yeah, great.

Well, keep hitting the streets,
asking people.

-It's not as if she's just
going to walk in here and say...
-WOMAN: Hello?

Ah, hello?

I'm Michelle Bouchant. I hear
you've been looking for me.

Yes.

I'm Detective Inspector
Richard Poole.

You have nice shoes.

-Thank you.
-Very nice. Distinctive.

So, you met Solly a few times?

I was doing
a photo assignment on him.

-For a newspaper or magazine?
-Uh, freelance.

You're not local?

No, well, sort of.
My mother was.

We moved away when I was young.

Where were you before
the show started last night?

I was just at the venue,
waiting for it to kick off.

-Didn't leave at all?
-No.

May I?

There's more between you and
Solly than a photo assignment.

Thank you.

She didn't do it.

-Why?
-Too pretty.

-So you weren't at the venue
when the band came on stage.
-No.

It wasn't a question. It was
a statement. I know you weren't.
You were outside, crying. Why?

You know the "why" part?
Means it's a question I'd like
you to answer.

I was just stressed.

- Huh? Really?
Because of what, work?
- Yes.

Of course. Yeah,
your photo assignment.

You can see for yourself.

Not bad. You have a decent eye.

You also have
a silver pendant that Solly
wore round his neck

up until his death.

So, if you have his pendant,
you must have been
very close with him?

No, I only met him last week.

You were born in 1991?

Yes. The same year
the album covers

show the pendant changing
from gold to silver.

He gave the gold one away,
didn't he?

To your mother.

Yes.

Solly was your father?

One for him and one for her.

They had swapped.

He gave her the gold pendant.
He kept the silver one.

-And you switched them back
when you killed him.
-What!?

No, I didn't.

-You didn't switch them
or didn't kill him?
-I, I didn't kill him.

Then why switch the pendants?

Seemed only right.

To give him back the one that,
she had kept for so long.

So you admit to being there?

I went to wish him luck

before he went out there.

He was so excited
about doing another show.

Two months back, I didn't know
anything about my father.

Name, face, nothing.

Then, my mother...

She gets sick.

She died, 12 days ago.

I came here because
I didn't know where else to go,
thought I had no other family.

Did he mention anyone at all,
anyone who might have had
a motive to kill him?

He wasn't killed.
That's what hurt the most.

I'd just found him
and he said it made him
feel complete.

And then for him
to take his own life...

I knew he'd been worried
about the comeback,

about whether he could
still wow the crowds.

But I never thought
he'd do this.

Solly, no!

I should have run.
I should have got help.
But I didn't.

I couldn't let them find him,
not like that.

Solly had said to me
that when he went out,

he wanted to be doing what
he loved, out there, on stage.

I'd just watched my mother pass
away in some anonymous hospital,

surrounded by people
she didn't know.

I wasn't going to let that
happen to my father.

As wrong as it was,
it was also right.

Out there, on stage.

One last show.

The gun, arms folded, pendant.

All accounted for.

Er, we'll need to
keep the camera.

Photographs,
potential evidence.

And the pendant.

I just don't believe it.

Chief, all the evidence!

Not to mention
everyone close to him,

everyone who loved him,
has a cast-iron alibi.

Something's not right.

[MOBILE PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Oh. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

The prints on the gun.

Not Solly's?

No. Only Solly's.

I know you're disappointed.

His little mystery
solved already.

Have they run a gunshot
residue analysis on Solly's
hand and clothes yet?

No.

Make sure they do it.
Holding a gun is not
the same as firing it.

As far as I'm concerned,
this case isn't closed yet.

Work to be done.

I don't suppose you could
put that into some sort of...

Never mind.

Come on!

-We could keep going.
-With the band?

-I could sing.
-Since when last you sing?

In the shower.

-A bit strange.
-Hmm?

Just...

Solly gets offed.

And then there's you,
all of a sudden,
wanting to be lead man.

-What are you saying?
-Him not saying a thing.

No!

I want to know what
Eddie means. Hmm?

Are you suggesting
I had anything to do
with Solly's death?

-Thanks!
-Goodnight!

-Hello?
-Hi.

They tell me this is the best
place in town to get a drink?

They tell the truth.

Might I recommend
the Planters Punch?

That's the most
expensive drink here.

Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.

-I almost wished
I'd never met him.
-He upset you?

He hurt my mother a lot
and I guess I was
looking forward to...

Making him pay?

No.

Just...

Making sure he understood
what he'd done.

It doesn't matter now, does it?

Not going to happen.

It's over.

Not quite over.
The investigation is still open.

We're not quite convinced
it was suicide.

But if it wasn't...

Do you think you'll
find out who did it?

We'll do everything we can.

And I know DI Poole won't sleep
until he's found out the truth.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

I warn you...
I'm armed and...

Well, I'm armed.

[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]

DWAYNE: Somebody
doesn't like you.
RICHARD: Indeed.

An ophiophilist.

Someone who loves snakes.

-Try and keep up, Dwayne.
-Oh! Curtis, the guitarist.

You think it was a warning
to stay away, stop the case?

We'll find out in the morning.

Do you want some
company tonight?

In case they come back?

Well, that's very
kind but, erm...

Just to warn you, I do snore.

Now, I don't mind
sleeping on the sofa,
but I am told I'm very loud.

I'll be fine.

You're sure?

Oh, it was worth it, you know.

Just to see those pyjamas again.

-Sleep OK?
-Of course.

Only, you did seem a little
shaken last night.

No. Not at all.

It's just an Englishman
never likes to have
his sleep disturbed.

I've got something that will
make you feel better.

Gunshot residue report.

-No sign of Solly having
fired the gun.
-Correct.

I knew it.

Well, I suspected it.

So we can definitely
rule out suicide.

Solly's death was murder.
I think we should...

[SCREAMS]

[CHUCKLES]

Ow, wow! Very immature!

I'll have words with
whoever did that.

There's only you and me here.

Well, I'm sorry, sir.
You were saying we should...

Ask Curtis about his snake.

And why it ended up
in my bungalow.

[CHUCKLES]

-Excuse me?
-Yeah.

Yeah, well, there's the house
of a man who ran out of money.

Better be careful. We don't know
how he'll react when cornered.

Curtis James? This is Detective
Inspector Richard Poole.

What do you want?

Do you mind if we see
your snake for a moment?

Is that meant to be funny?

Not particularly.

She's been missing all night.
I've been searching
for her everywhere.

Sorry about the mess.

Been going crazy
trying to find my girl.

Wait a minute. How did you
know she was missing?

Because somebody placed it
in my bungalow last night.

You've found her?
Is she all right?

Yes, but that's not
really the point.

-Oh, thank you very, very much.
-No, no, you don't understand.

It was deliberately placed
in my home. A dangerous animal.

Reptile, not animal.

And I have a
licence somewhere.

You're still failing
to understand.

Look, under the
circumstances, your anim...
Your reptile

Was used to threaten
a police officer.

What, you're going to arrest me?
But I haven't done anything.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Well, she's safe, right?
My snake.

Definitely OK?

This woman in this photograph...

Is that Avita?

You seem close.

We were.

-Before...
-Before Solly?

Better come upstairs where you
can get a little breeze.

You seemed very bitter about
Solly when we spoke to you.

Even after you'd discovered
he'd just died.

We were in a band.

Didn't mean we were family.

And it didn't mean I liked him.

Because of how things
turned out with Avita?

When I met her,
she wanted to be a singer.

I'd just joined Solly's band.

She used to do the odd show
with us, you know.

Two of them out front, singing
away, tearin' it up.

I didn't see it coming.

I was blind.

You never got over her?

Have you seen her?

Right. I think we've established
that you like her.

So...

In a way, everything's
worked out for you.

All right. Let's say I did it.

Say it's me kill him, yeah?

What would you do next,
if you was me?

Act normal.

Go about my business, albeit a
little sad, in mourning.

Would you drive to the
investigating officer's house

and put a snake, a snake,
you know, that was clearly
tied to you through his door?

If I was incredibly
stupid, I might.

Do I seem incredibly stupid to
you, Detective Inspector?

I don't know you well enough
to say for sure. You might be.

Or maybe you think someone else
did it and you're trying to
throw me off the scent.

Like, er...

-Maybe Avita?
-No.

-She didn't do it.
-You don't sound
100 percent sure.

All right, she was a little
angry with Solly, but...

Angry? Why?

Because she'd found out
he had a daughter?

Yes?

Then?

She's a good woman.

-Are you having
an affair with Avita?
-What?!

No, you weren't, were you?

All those looks,
it's always been from afar.

For so long.

Did you know
she feels the same way?

You really think so?

Oh, I saw the way she reacted
when you came round to see her,

like everything was all right.

Yes, as beautiful as
this is, you're still
suspected of murder.

And for threatening and
potentially harming
a police officer.

Stop smiling!

Curtis has motive. Solly stole
his girlfriend. Never moves on.

Has to watch his friend
become a big star,

the woman he loves
on Solly's arm.

CAMILLE: Well, if only he
didn't have an alibi.

I know.

Those 15 minutes Solly's alone,

I've checked
all the witness statements.

The band, Avita, all together.

-Somebody's lying.
-Yup! Someone is.

You're in love with Curtis!

-I'm sorry?
-What he means to say is...

You love Curtis,
he loves you.

Does the fact that I'm
recently widowed not
mean anything to you?

So, you're not denying it, then?

You don't think
I know where this is going?

Curtis already phoned me
and told me he said
I knew about Michelle.

A fact you failed
to mention to us.

So now you want to know
was I was upset, hurt,

angry enough to kill him?

If you'd be so kind
as to indulge me?

Yes...

Yes...

No.

[SIGHS]

Did you still love Solly?

I don't know.

Do you think he was pleased
to find out he had a child?

A daughter would
mean responsibility.

We're talking about a man
who burned his bills, so he
didn't have to deal with them.

Michelle seems to think
he was happy.

People put a brave face
on things.

But if he was nice to her,
she's lucky.

Because he cared?

Because he died
before she knew the man he was.

Or maybe she did see
that side of him.

Poor girl.

-Is now a bad time?
-Not at all.

Nice to see you all together.

We just wanted to finalise
the details for Solly's wake.

Yeah, very conscientious.

We've known each other
for 20 years.

What else did you expect?

It's natural they'd all come
together at a time like this.

[MUSIC ON STEREO PLAYING]

[DWAYNE HUMMING]

There's something we're missing.
Got to be.

Maybe they
were all in it together.

No, one of them would have
cracked. Given something away.

OK, so, Avita,
angry at her husband for
the child he never knew about.

Curtis, jealous of him for
the years stolen with
the girl he loved.

Michelle, her mother
left to bring her up alone.
And the rest of the band...

[SHOUTS] Will you
please turn this racket off!

-Sir...
-I can't work with this noise!

[HE SIGHS]

-You're being too hard.
-It's a police station,
not a discotheque.

No, not on Dwayne. On yourself.

Sometimes you
just have to relax,
go with the flow.

-Please tell me you
didn't just say that.
-I just mean

if you loosen up a little,
you unwind,

things wouldn't be so tough.

-Yep. Music please, Dwayne!
-CAMILLE: Oh, come on, Sir.

No, I need to loosen up.

I'm going
to rip off all my clothes
and limbo under a desk!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-What are you doing?!
-CAMILLE: He was
being sarcastic.

So, you want me to...

-Yes!
-No!

Come on, you've made your point.

This song.

The Serpent Swing.

-It's the one they play when
Solly comes on stage, yeah?
-Yes.

-I need to hear the version
they played on the night.
-This is it.

No, no. No, this is the studio
version. I need the actual one,

the live one they played
the night of the murder.

Unless you have a time machine,
that's going to be impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

Fidel.

How you doing, Ricky?

Fidel, grab it. We'll take this.

-God bless Solly!
-You got any live stuff?

We're looking for a bootleg of
last night's show.

No, no. Be illegal.
We don't carry that.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Now, you and I both know
that isn't true.

So unless you want me
to look for myself...

-Shame the show ended early
the other night, huh?
-Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING
THROUGH HEADPHONES]

Look. I think
he's getting into it.

What, the music?

He can't help it.

Even if it only lasts a few
minutes, the rhythm gets to you.

[LAUGHING]

-Not the Chief!
-Not the Chief!

Can you really imagine
him getting on down,
dancing away to it?

I can hear you, you know.

-Dwayne?
-Chief?

In your professional opinion,
on a scale of one to ten, how
would you class Solly's band?

A ten.

Keep good time, perfect tune,
rarely make mistakes?

I'd say never.

-Really?
-Hmm.

'Cos that's not
what I'm hearing.
Still, what do I know?

You're the big fan.

Now, let's see if they managed
to hit the right notes on this,
The Greatest Hits.

Hang on. When did you buy this?

At the market.
When we picked up the live one.

This is an official release?

That's right.
Came out yesterday.
Apparently it's very popular.

[MOBILE PHONE RINGS]

Sorry. Excuse me.

What do you think?

All his best tunes are here,
JuJu Jamboree,

oh, Stick A Spell On My Heart.

And? Nothing else?

No.

Oh, well, apart from
the fact that

even considering
how fast digital production is,

the band would have
had to be pretty focused
to get the CD burnt,

cover designed, printed,
packaged and distributed

only one day after Solly's
death. No, there's nothing else.

Fidel, well?

False alarm.

Juliet thought she was going
into labour, trapped wind.

You know for a moment there,
I really thought
the baby was coming early.

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There's a time period in which
you're expecting the baby
to arrive, yeah?

Right.

And all things going to plan,
that will happen.

Of course.

OK, where's the rest of
Michelle's photos?

-On my desk.
-OK.

[LAUGHS]

The drums start.

The bass comes in. The guitars.

The horns.

I have no idea
what he's talking about.

It's a metaphor.

Right, I still have no idea.

It all starts to come together.

Separate pieces becoming one.

-Fidel, one last job for you.
You can meet us there.
-Where?

We have a wake to attend.

You know, timing is everything.

[CLANGING]

-Sorry!
-If you could join us...

I just need to get everything
ready for the wake.

Only take a minute. Or ten.

Ten golden minutes.

The window of opportunity
the murderer used to kill Solly.

Taken by Michelle at 8:34,
according to the camera,
on the night of Solly's murder.

And yet the dressing room clock
in this same photograph...

Says it's 8:44.

8:34 in the camera,
8:44 on the dressing room clock.

Ten minutes.
Here's a photograph I took
of the dressing room clock

just before I came in here.

The same camera,
same dressing room clock.

And the time on
the dressing room clock?

11:55.

And the time on the camera?

11:55.

Thank you, Renward.

Hmm...

We were meant to believe that
Solly died in the 15 minutes
before he went on stage.

His "alone time". But he didn't.

Because someone changed
the dressing room clock.

Unknown to Solly, he got into
the coffin ten minutes early,

giving the killer
time to do the job,

then slip away
and join the others.

Leaving no-one any the wiser
as to the fact that
Solly was already dead.

Hmm. That's interesting.

Now none of you has an alibi
for the time of the murder.

So, who's the killer?

Curtis, broken hearted,
jealous.

Eddie...

All that effort put into a
reunion and Solly still
ungrateful as ever.

Renward, the man
who loved the band.

Cast out for ten years, waiting
on the whim of his singer.

Avita...

Many women would have walked
away a long time ago.

No one could fault you for
trying. Just as no one could
fault you

for finally breaking when you
found out about the daughter.

Michelle, Solly walked out
on your mother.

Didn't want to know,
left her to bring you up alone.
Can't have been easy.

Everyone had a motive.
Uh, you missed someone.

-No.
-Me.

-Well, you didn't do it.
-I could have.

Really? What was your motive?

He owed me money?

-Did he?
-No.

But you're not wrong.

I mean, you're not the killer,
but you have hit
the big question.

Who stood to gain
from Solly's death?

After all,
the new CD's available

from all good market stalls
and retailers now.

In fact, I, er, checked,
and interestingly enough

it's going to make the Caribbean
charts next week. Top ten.

And why?

Because Solly is dead.

Precisely.

As career moves go,
I understand it's one of
popular music's finest.

Did, erm, Solly have life
insurance?

He thought he was
going to live forever.

Savings?

Surely a will?

So he leaves nothing but the
music. And the royalties.

-Do you see any of those?
-No. I just played guitar.

All royalties go to
the songwriters,

which is Solly and...

Eddie.

Never going to commit
to a tour, was he?

New album, doubt it'd sell
enough to cover the costs.

In fact, alive,
he was worthless.

One last show. One last payday.

It was you who changed the time
on the dressing room clock.

Making Solly head off
to the coffin early.

Fireworks were due to start
around 8.35.

And so they did. Right on time.

Then, there you were,
making sure you were noticed.

If anyone was asked
what time they saw you,

it would be the same time
that Solly was alone.

You knew Solly better
than anyone.
Knew he'd be in the coffin,

knew you'd have time to
shoot him, make it look like
suicide and be back with band

before anyone realised.
Ready to go on stage.

And everything was
going to plan.

Neville would fetch the coffin
just after 9pm.

He'd find it open...
Solly dead.

Suicide...
Tragic.

Another casualty of rock 'n'
roll. Another legend born.

Another album
flying off the shelves.

You were so surprised
when you saw that coffin arrive

you lost it for a moment,
didn't you?

Should have been playing an A.
You played an E flat.

So I hit a wrong note.

-It's not a crime.
-No.

But murder is.

You love the limelight.
You can't just sit back,
out of the way, can you?

When you find out
it's a murder investigation,
you plant a snake,

trying to implicate Curtis.

A move not unlike your
song writing,
brash, unsubtle, clumsy.

So clumsy you didn't think to
wipe your fingerprints off the
dressing room clock

when you changed the time.

That's right.

Got your sticky fingers
all over it.

I've got a top-ten album.

What have you got, huh?

-You've got something
else as well.
-What?

This!

Been wanting
to do that for years.

Is there anyone in
this band you do like?

Everyone will remember me!

This is the story! You got a
singer and a songwriter.

One's dead, one's a killer.
I'm a legend!

I don't know about that.

You're just the bass player.

[SLOW REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING]

Do you think they could
turn this down a little?

I just don't see why
it always has to be so loud.

So you can feel the rhythm.

In your head, your feet,
your heart.

-No!
-One song.
And it's a slow one.

-I do not dance.
-You've got a good ear.

-Only person who noticed
that off-note in the song.
-Ears aren't feet.

It's what Solly
would have wanted.

[SIGHS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS]

Richard!