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JAKE: Let's go! Come on, Charlie.

We should do this.

Okay, we see the wave,

we turn in, paddle long and smooth,

nose-to-tail. Now, we're going to get up.

Plant the hands. Push up.

Three, two, one...

Plant them, plant them!

-Keep low, low. -Yes!

Yes! You can do this, Charlie.

Just let it go, yeah?

-Show them who you really are. -I can do that.

-Good lad. -Hey, Jake!

-Best it's been for weeks. You've got to get out there.

-Yeah.

Jess, run through it a couple more times,

then take Charlie out. You're ready,

but look after him.

Sure thing.

Hey, hey, hey.

You busy?

Er, let me see. I've got the laundry

to finish.

Dinner to prep. Pay some bills. Get the

phone people out again.

Nothing important, then.

JAKE: This is what it's all about.

Away from the things of man.

You, me, the waves.

You do know I love you, don't you?

What have you done now?

Way to ruin a moment.

-Here she comes. Go hard... -Or go home!

-I need to get back to work. -Hey!

-Oh, no, no. It's fine.

-Go on. -Cheeky!

Smells good.

You joining us?

Oh, no, no, thanks.

Not on poker night, no.

So, where's Jake?

In his man-cave.

He knows you're coming over, he'll be out in a minute.

Okay.

Well, I'll go and set the cards up.

Excuse me.

Oh, Karl, those pills you gave him for his back.

They don't seem to be doing him much good.

Yeah, well, I have brought some more for him in here.

But you've just got to give it time.

-He's not as young as he was, you know.

-Mmm.

-Don't tell him that. -No, no, I wouldn't dare!

Jake? Jake!

Jake! Are you okay? Jake!

No!

KARL: Jake, Jake...

Jake...

Oh, God, Jake! Jake! Jake!

Sir?

Sir?

I don't suppose you know where he is?

Huh!

Oh, that's better! Mmm.

I just, uh...

I thought I'd get back into my running.

Really?

Yes, I was quite the distance specialist in my youth.

Mmm-hmm.

So, er, to what do I owe this pleasure, Camille?

Murder.

All right. Well, I'd better get changed.

I'll be waiting outside.

HUMPHREY: Right, what have we got?

Where?

-Sandy Cove Surf School. -Oh.

So, why running all of a sudden?

Oh, you know, uh, just need to do

a bit of exercise,

get back to my fighting weight.

Are you trying to impress someone?

Oh, gosh, no! No, no! Nothing like that,

perish the thought!

No, it's just that, uh... Well, I'm not getting

any younger, am I?

Time marches on.

Oh, no.

You're not in bad shape...

Really?

For your age.

-Right.

HUMPHREY: I seem to be wearing odd socks.

Anything I need to know about the Inspector?

How he likes to work?

I do most of the heavy lifting,

the detail work.

He relies on me, I suppose.

We are a well-oiled machine.

Ah. This way.

Our victim is Jake Peters. Former pro surfer,

ran the school here.

He was famous, apparently.

The victim came in here around 4:00 to work.

A gunshot was heard around 5:00.

First person on the scene is Dr Slater, a friend

of the deceased.

He said when he came here, he found the door locked

and had to break in.

Yes, well, key's still in it. So definitely locked

from the inside.

Right!

You can use mine if you want, sir.

Oh, er, gosh, no, this'll do. Thank you.

This is all rather impressive. I've never even heard of

half of these places.

Rincon Point, Manly Beach, Watergate Bay...

Mr Peters was found dead, with a gunshot wound to the chest.

There are powder burns, so it looks like

it was point blank.

There's no sign of the gun, but I found some nine

millimetre bullets in here.

They match this shell I found near the body.

Shot with his own gun?

Seems that way.

I'll bag the evidence.

When did it rain earlier?

Um, 4:00, 4:30, I think.

Before Mr Peters was killed.

Hmm...

So, robbery gone wrong, you think?

It's what the evidence says, Chief.

-HUMPHREY: Yeah. -The victim's wife

says his silver chain

and his watch are missing. Both worth a fair bit.

And he's got marks on his neck where they

pulled off his chain.

Oh, yeah. He's right, sir.

Sir!

I found this near the body.

Could be a link from the missing chain.

Yes, good work, Dwayne.

Thank you, Chief. Well, all seems

fairly clear-cut.

Please, go on.

Ah, okay.

DWAYNE: So...

Mr Peters is in here working.

Our thief comes in, either through

the open back window,

or the front door, locking it after them.

The victim goes for his gun.

There's a struggle.

Look, some of the boards there have been knocked over.

Yes, they all come in different shapes and

sizes, don't they?

Well, they're meant for different kinds of surf

and varying skill levels.

The voice of experience?

Yes, I do love to surf. Don't you?

Well, absolutely yes. Well, actually, when I say

"yes," I mean "no."

Actually, I've never surfed, I don't know why

I said that, I panicked...

Bang! The gun goes off.

The assailant rips off the chain, takes the watch,

-and then goes out the back window and gone.

-Makes sense.

Better check the traffic camera on the coast road.

Already in hand.

HUMPHREY: You're on fire today, Dwayne!

Is it okay if I release the body now, Chief?

HUMPHREY: Yes, don't see why not.

Right, so, I think I can assert with some confidence

that there are definitely only two ways into and

out of this workshop.

This door here was locked from the inside.

So, by your theory, Dwayne,

the killer must've left by the back window.

It's the only way, Chief.

There's just one small problem.

If you care to look, the sand outside

is not only wet,

thanks to the shower before Mr Peters' death,

but pretty much billiard-table flat.

Not a single footprint nor mark of any kind.

Which means that no one left through that way either.

But that's impossible!

Yes.

Isn't it?

Here you are. If we might have a word?

You won't be needing me, will you?

Er, no, please stay, Mr...

Beckett. Charlie Beckett.

Hi, Inspector, I'm Dr Karl Slater.

Sorry, I was with the paramedics.

And that's everyone, I take it?

Mrs Peters?

Yes.

So, you teach surfing here?

Yes, but Jake was the main draw

and, er, I run the place.

Charlie, Jess and Steve were our students.

Uh, actually, I'm a pro.

I'm just here for some fine tuning

with the main man.

Sorry, Steve's right, he's not really a student.

He's already made a bit of a name for

himself on the circuit.

This just isn't fair.

So, where were you all when you heard the shot?

I was in the kitchen getting the dinner ready.

I was just right over there, I ran straight over.

Can't have been more than five seconds.

I was down the beach, fancied a swim.

In my camper van. Crashed out.

I was just in the bedroom, there.

So, you were all on your own?

Doctor, you were first on the scene. The door was

locked from the inside.

You broke it down, finding Mr Peters deceased.

Jake

God, Jake, no! God, no.

Mr Peters' watch and silver chain were missing?

And no one could have been hiding in the workshop

when you arrived?

I don't see how. We would have noticed.

We found some bullets in a drawer.

Did Mr Peters own a gun?

No, no way. He hated them.

Erm, do you mind if we search the school?

Of course.

Thank you. That'll do for now, thank you.

Ooh, one last thing.

Mrs Peters, did your husband usually lock the door

of his workshop when he was inside?

I don't know, I'm not sure. Is that important?

Probably not.

Thank you.

CAMILLE: So, what do you think?

Mmm. Option one.

A rogue burglar is confronted by Mr Peters,

who is killed in a struggle and then robbed,

before his assailant disappears into thin air.

Or option two. Someone killed him and faked

the burglary to throw us off.

But how did the killer get away?

The only way out was through the window

and they would have left footprints in the wet sand.

It doesn't make any sense.

Yes, succinctly put, Dwayne.

You know, we need that search. If it was someone here,

then the gun and valuables can't have travelled far.

Leave that with me, Chief.

FLORENCE: I'll start at the schoolhouse.

And I'll start down on the beach.

Good.

HUMPHREY: Ah.

Is he wearing odd socks?

Sure is.

Ah!

-You being so keen. -I don't know what you mean.

-Dwayne! -Okay, she says she's

heard things about me.

And I don't need that!

She'll be watching me all the time.

-So, I need to show her the real Officer Dwayne Myers!

Look, I need to make an impression,

that way, I get a little wriggle room later on.

This is not just a hat rack, you know?

Sarge.

HUMPHREY: You really think it'll work?

Dwayne on his best behaviour

CAMILLE: Not a chance!

-No, I think I'll come at it

fresh in the morning.

And you

I never did ask, did I

Not good.

-Oh. -As Maman says,

"You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you

find your prince."

Oh, so, you did kiss him, then?

Thank you for the beer.

DWAYNE: Hmm.

-No, nothing.

It's mainly sea and jungle out there.

No real chance of finding anything. And you?

School's clean.

Let's call it a night.

If you say so, Sarge.

So, what do you usually do when you finish?

-I hear you're

a bit of a party animal.

Me? No. Tuesdays I help out

at the church.

-Polishing...

Things.

-Yes.

DWAYNE: Okay, get the boys together.

Bumpa Dupuis,

Crazy Ali, Pete the Shaman.

I'm looking for a gun and some jewellery.

-He's funny.

Trying to make out like he's Supercop,

that he does virtually everything here.

Last night, he told me he was going to help

out at the church.

Now, he's really trying to

impress you.

-I know. -So, are you going to tell him

you're onto him?

Now, where's the fun in that?

The one I can't work out is the Inspector.

Yeah, that takes time.

-Morning. -BOTH: Morning!

He may not look it, but he's brilliant.

He thinks of things you wouldn't believe, and...

HUMPHREY: Oh...

Well, he's also very, er...

Very English.

HUMPHREY: Ah, hm...

Ooh...

Right! Let's get cracking, shall we?

Ooh, excellent board, nice and neat.

-Courtesy of Officer Myers. -Ah. No problem, Chief.

Just in at 6:00 and wanted to

crack on as usual. Yes, of course.

How very like you, Dwayne.

So, any developments?

Florence

Florrie, Flo

"Florence." -Florence, Florence.

Nothing from the search.

And there have been no other thefts in the area recently.

Sarge...

Well, there were no other vehicles coming in or out

on the coast road camera.

And the place is isolated. Water on one side,

jungle on the other.

It's too remote to get there on foot.

And none of my contacts have any knowledge of a gun

or valuables being offered for sale.

Okay, if it's not random robbery, it must be someone

at the surf school.

Right.

Mr Peters goes into his workshop.

A shot is heard and the doctor's there in moments.

He breaks down the door which was locked from the inside

and finds his friend dead,

his watch and silver chain missing.

His wife says he didn't own a gun,

though there are bullets for one in a drawer, but

no gun at the scene.

-Which rules out suicide. -HUMPHREY: Indeed.

Someone must have killed Mr Peters

and then made their escape before the doctor's arrival,

and yet, the only possible way out was through

the back window,

and there were no footprints in the wet sand outside.

Are we missing something?

Yeah, one of those things you know,

but you don't know you know.

What is that...

"When you don't know what I am,

then I am something.

"When you do know, then I'm nothing."

Or is it the other way round?

"When you do know what I am, then I'm something.

"When you don't know, then I'm nothing."

Is that right?

What are you talking about?

I really have no idea, Camille.

I thought I knew, but, uh... Mind

like a sieve sometimes.

Let's focus on the people at the school.

Indeed. Thank you, Camille.

So, what about them?

Jake's wife, Katie. Married over 20 years,

toured the world with him.

Set up the school four years ago.

And the doctor friend who was first on the scene?

Karl Slater. GP, successful practice

in Port Royal.

Known the deceased since infant school.

Yes, seems a long time to wait to kill a best friend.

So, no motives leaping out there.

Keep digging. Erm, and the students?

Charlie Beckett. Works in admin

for a London firm.

New to surfing.

Thank you, Dwayne. Jessica Chambers?

CAMILLE: Uh, 18, from Cornwall. On a year out

before university.

Also a beginner.

And the local boy?

Steve Taylor. Trying to make it

as a pro surfer.

The odd run-in as a juvenile, but nothing recent.

Camille, do you have any contacts in surfer circles?

An inside take on the world would be useful.

Well, yes. Er, my friend Nicky surfs the Point all the time.

-I'll make a call. -Excellent.

Chief! You need to see this.

It's the background checks from the Met.

There's a flag on one of the files.

Ah. Mr Beckett.

He's wanted back home. For theft.

He stole thousands and got out before they

could issue the warrant.

Well, maybe it was robbery

after all.

Come on, Camille!

Is he usually like this?

I mean, all the talking to himself

and the things that don't seem to follow?

Of course. All the time. That's the Chief.

Let's face it, the guy's clever,

even if he is a bit...

-Exactly.

Ah, Mr Beckett. We need a quick word.

Small matter of a theft back in the UK.

I wouldn't if I were you.

I've recently taken up running again and you're

wearing flip-flops.

I've got this!

Ah!

Yes, I went off a bit quick there. Not really cut

out for the sprint.

I'm less Linford Christie and more Mo Farah.

Need to build up a head of steam...

If you say so.

Anyway, er, well done!

Oh, ow!

Want a hand going through the prints?

That's a lot of work.

No need. I love doing this stuff.

Okay. If you say so.

All right, I shouldn't have run, but you've

got the wrong man.

Oh, you didn't steal thousands of pounds?

It's a valid question.

If you are a thief and we have robbery resulting in murder,

then suddenly you become our prime suspect.

-Of course not!

-No!

You're a thief on the run and now a man is dead.

Look, I took the money,

in England.

-But I didn't mean to. Not really.

-I'm not sure I follow you.

I'd been at Michelson's 22 years.

I did everything asked of me. Worked all hours, no overtime.

Then they tell me the company's

been taken over,

and I'm out on my ear, but there was no redundancy.

The union was useless.

Nothing I could do about it.

Just sat there, killing the last few hours

on the Internet.

And then I saw this place. It looked amazing.

I still had the company

credit card.

And it paid for you to come out here?

Three weeks in paradise.

Did you think you'd get away with that?

Well, to be honest, I wasn't really thinking.

Yeah.

But it was the best decision I ever made.

Even if you go to prison?

Yes. I met Jake, didn't I?

He really wanted me to get it,

to feel what it's like out there.

He was such an inspiration.

It sounds like you got on well with him.

Well, there was only two of us, so we spent

a lot of time together.

Is that usual? Only two students.

Don't suppose so, but it was great.

I mean, Jess is way better than a beginner,

so he just focused on me.

Look, if you want to take me in,

then so be it.

No regrets. Jake taught me that.

Maybe not right now. If you'll surrender

your passport to us,

and guarantee your return home,

we'll put you on a flight in due course.

-Yeah.

Yes, but you are still a material witness

and a suspect in a murder inquiry.

He's hardly a master criminal.

But admits to theft.

Well, you saw Jess Chambers. She seemed keen to avoid us.

Didn't you also think it odd, what he said,

that there's no way she's a beginner.

Why pretend?

She wanted to be here for some other reason.

Jake, maybe? He was an attractive man.

HUMPHREY: Mmm. Married though.

Dr Slater. One quick question. And we do need to ask,

tricky though it might be.

Uh, Mr and Mrs Peters, their marriage. Was it a

happy one, do you think?

They were devoted to each other.

And shouldn't you be out there looking for the thief

that killed Jake?

Rather than hounding those that are grieving for him?

Touchy!

FLORENCE: Sir

The post mortem's in.

A nine millimetre bullet was recovered

from the heart.

Death almost instantaneous.

Gunshot residue on the victim is consistent with being shot

at close range in a struggle.

I've been through these now, Chief.

All the fingerprints at the workshop

either belong to the victim or those who we know

were at the school.

And Jake Peters' fingerprints are on the bullets.

Implying that he might well have had a gun,

though the wife denies it.

So where is it?

That, and our killer appears to have vanished.

We know they had to be in the workshop.

Mr Peters' death tells us that.

So how did they get out?

Do we have anything else on Jess Chambers?

FLORENCE: Nothing exciting.

She lives with her mum near Watergate Bay, Cornwall,

member of the surf club there.

Dig into the finances of the school,

and Mr and Mrs Peters.

Having only two students doesn't seem a very viable

business model to me.

-Will do, sir. -Hang on,

did you just say something about Watergate Bay?

Yes. Jess Chambers is from round there.

Now, why does that ring a bell?

Manly Beach, Watergate Bay.

Aha! Yes!

Jake here receiving an honourary award

last year at the Surf Festival in Watergate Bay.

So, he and Jess have both been there.

You think he knew her before? She never mentioned it.

People lie when they have something to hide.

CAMILLE: I'll do a search. "Jake Peters, Watergate Bay."

Yeah. The local paper covered it.

Look at this!

There's Jake and that's Jess Chambers.

Dr Slater was rather defensive when I suggested their

marriage might not be happy.

But would they risk it

Maybe that's what got him killed.

Yes... So, why did you come out here?

To this particular school?

JESS: I just wanted to learn from the best.

And this was the first time you met Jake?

Yes.

HUMPHREY: And you've never surfed before?

No. Why?

It's just that you look every inch the surfer girl,

and that definitely looks like Jake.

CAMILLE: You were dazzled by him,

weren't you?

He was away from home and his wife.

It's easy to see how an affair could start.

-Perhaps it ended badly.

-Or his wife found out. -No, you've got

this all wrong.

Then why did you have to kill him?

Kill him I just wanted

to get to know him!

Why?

Look, back home,

I never spoke to him.

And then, when I saw him there,

I told Mum and I didn't even know that she knew him...

She never said a word. She always told me that

it didn't matter.

And I just wanted to know, I suppose.

Jake was your father.

Mum told me about their wild summer together.

How she felt so alive, and nothing else mattered.

She didn't know she was pregnant, not then.

But she knew he was married.

So, it was just me and her.

And that was fine until I knew.

I just, I wanted to know him, that's all.

I wanted to know who I was.

So you came out here?

And you told him?

The day after I arrived.

He was cool, actually. Sweet.

But he said he couldn't be a father to me.

And you were you okay with that?

Well, I tried to be, but once I knew,

I couldn't just let it go and I kept hoping.

And then,

yesterday, before he died, I went to see him.

I just wanted him to change his mind.

I can't do this now.

But, he said that

knowing him would only bring me grief.

And he was right, wasn't he?

CAMILLE: You should have told us about it.

We thought it best not to.

"We?"

Katie and me.

His wife knew? Yeah. Jake told her.

Right!

"If you don't know me, then I'm something.

"If you do know, then I'm nothing."

Huh?

Something the Inspector said. I wonder what it means?

Believe me, I wouldn't try and get into the Chief's head,

you know?

So, how did your polishing go last night?

Ah... Excellent!

Very well. Everything is just...

-Yes, it is!

We need to catalogue and cross reference

the evidence from the scene.

You do catalogue the evidence?

-Of course! All the time.

I'll finish checking out the surf school while

you polish that off.

The kid had enough to deal with.

You concealed vital information.

How's it vital

Jess is 18 years old,

you've been married over 20 years.

Your husband was unfaithful.

She's the walking, talking proof.

You must see that as a possible motive for murder.

You think I'd kill Jake for playing around?

Jess's mum was beautiful.

She liked partying. For Jake, life was for living,

to be experienced.

You knew?

He never lied to me. That's who he was.

He was true to himself. Jake liked women and

they liked him.

-Course I minded!

The pain doesn't go away, you just

learn to deal with it.

Do you think that was why he rejected her?

For the sake of your marriage?

No. It was a surprise for both of us.

But I was cool with it,

I thought Jake would go for it,

but he just, he said it would never work.

She's got motive, but we need to know how she

could have done it.

How could she vanish into thin air?

-Right! -Eh! Eh!

Right. I'm locked in.

HUMPHREY: There must be

another way out.

Oh! Hey, Nicky!

Oh, hang on, this panel's loose...

You got the message?

Yes, I know. Long time.

Yes, yes!

I just need to talk to you.

-Yes! -Shh!

Oh, just a little further...

Yes...

Ah!

I appear somewhat stuck.

Ah, sorry...

Camille, a hand, please?

Well, yes, sure, see you there. Right.

Please hurry!

Ah! Of course.

I think there's something alive down here!

Sir? I'm down here!

Oh.

I'm just saying, I didn't see anything.

Well, I definitely felt something.

-Dwayne's made a breakthrough, sir.

Chief?

Right, what am I looking at?

I was cataloguing and cross-checking

the crime scene evidence...

Like I always do.

And I noticed that the pills on the scene were

only a month old,

prescribed by Dr Slater,

but according to Jake's medical records,

he hadn't seen the doctor in over a year.

So, I get to thinking, why aren't they mentioned?

Riluzole? Never heard of it.

I looked it up. It's an FDA-approved

drug to alleviate...

Am-yo-trop... No, wait...

Amy-o-tropic... Amy...

That, Chief!

-Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

-Yeah, what I said.

"A progressive neuro-degenerative disease

"affecting the brain and spinal cord."

Wait, you said "alleviate," not cure?

Apparently, there is no cure.

Right, so, some time before he was actually murdered,

Jake Peters was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

We'd better pay the doctor a visit.

HUMPHREY: Yes.

I just... I can't think why you'd need to talk to me.

I told you what happened, and all I can think of.

Tell us about these.

Look, I never wanted to lie about them.

I had to.

He made me promise.

So, Jake was dying.

Yeah.

I think you'd better start from the beginning.

KARL: A few months back, uh, Jake came to see me.

Just a check-up really, I think he'd been

feeling his age.

I never expected anything to be wrong with him,

but we did the tests.

And at first, I thought it was a mistake.

Jake was always so fit, so alive.

So, I did the tests again.

Same results. No mistake.

It's not your fault. There was nothing I could do.

Did Katie know

No, he didn't want her to know.

That was the promise.

And you were happy with that?

Well, yeah, you didn't... You don't know me and Jake.

We always kept each other's secrets,

we always told each other everything.

We've done that since we were kids.

We were like brothers.

He was always there for me.

And the one time that he needed me...

And yet, you knew nothing about the gun?

No, no. Why, why, why...

He wouldn't ask me, would he?

I mean, I'm a doctor after all.

I took an oath to protect life.

So, where might he have got it from?

Bah...

Steve, maybe?

But no, no, no, 'cause Jake said Steve was out of all that

and Steve's a good lad.

Are you sure that the gun belonged to Jake?

Yes, it would appear so.

Am I in trouble for this?

-You should have told us. -Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Does Katie really need to know about this?

I mean, that's what Jake wanted,

was to spare her that.

HUMPHREY: Where does all this leave us?

What are the odds of a man with a terminal illness

being murdered before he can die of said terminal illness.

I'd say really, really big.

Quite. That doesn't help, does it?

Only one person seems to have known about it,

and, logically, that should rule him out.

I mean, if he wanted him dead, surely, he'd

just wait for him to die.

We need to focus.

We may have motives... Adultery, abandonment,

possibly,

but none of that gets us closer to answering

the central question.

The only way out of the workshop was through

the open window.

Yes, but no one could have gone that way

-or they would have left footprints in the wet sand.

-Exactly!

Someone appears to be cleverer than us and they're watching

us go around in circles.

We need evidence. We need the gun. It might

still be at the school!

We searched the whole place.

Camille could be right.

It may be well hidden, but my guess is it's still there.

Whoever has it, they'll want to get rid of it.

You think they'll try and move it tonight?

Yeah, you're right.

Any volunteers?

Ey, ey, there's no need to ask, Chief!

I'll head over there

and I'll grab a bite on the way.

-And I'll take over at midnight.

-Great!

And I'd better head over to Dante Point.

See what my friend Nicky knows.

Ah, is that your surfer friend?

Mind if I tag along, get a feel for the scene?

As long as you don't call it "the scene."

Okay!

Nicky!

Cam!

Hey! -Hey.

Sir. This is my very good friend, Nick Dexter.

-Everyone knows me as Nicky. -Apparently so.

That's a good solid grip you've got there, Nicky.

Hey, we need to talk about Jake Peters

and Steve Taylor.

Here's me hoping you'd just come to see me.

Come, let's get a drink. I taught this girl to surf,

you know?

-Uh-huh! -Yes, of course you did.

Yeah, he used to come here all the time.

Yes, what was he like?

The legendary Jake Peters?

Well, he wasn't a legend round here.

He was just Jake.

-That's why he used to come. -Mmm-hmm.

-Yeah, he seems okay.

I mean, he used to be a bit of a bad lad,

but he got some focus.

Can you ask around maybe?

See what you can dig up, please?

What's in it for me?

The eternal gratitude of law enforcement.

Huh?

Uh...

Try that, Humphrey.

Oh. Erm...

It's very, er, green.

Mmm. What's in it?

Mainly green things. Well, it makes

sense, I suppose.

Tastes green, too.

I wondered, would you join me,

Catherine?

Hmm.

I've been pondering Camille.

-Oh, erm, well...

You know, we got talking earlier about her date.

-Didn't go well, apparently. -Oh, they never do.

-And I met Nicky. -Oh, I loved him.

Yes, I'm sure.

But that didn't work out either, did it?

Why is that?

I mean...

She's clever, beautiful.

But she's on her own. Why?

What is it that she's looking for, do you think?

The men she's been out with,

some are so handsome, so beautiful.

And there have been some real brains...

Doctors, architects...

And some are so funny, charming.

But none of them was enough for my Cammy. And why?

Only she knows,

but she obviously wants something more.

Maybe not just a man

who excites her and who she can admire,

but maybe also a man who can inspire her.

Not a tall order, then.

Yes, more green.

How long have you been asleep?

Oh, you know, only a minute.

Look, I couldn't help it, okay?

I was just trying to rest my eyes.

I'm just a bit tired, that's all.

I'm not surprised.

You've spent the last two days running around,

volunteering for everything, trying to make me think

you're RoboCop.

You don't need to impress me.

I've heard all about the infamous Dwayne Myers.

Oh, no...

Some bad. But most of it good.

-Mmm-hmm.

You're a solid officer, Dwayne.

Unorthodox, but you get results.

And that's good enough for me.

You could've said something sooner.

-Morning. -Morning.

-No, sir.

Ah, pity. Well, worth a try.

Florence does have some news, sir.

Yeah, I finished the school financials, like you asked.

They are nearly bankrupt. They owe all their suppliers,

they have two mortgages and are behind on both.

But there is one thing of particular interest.

A life-insurance policy taken out only

three weeks ago.

It covers Jake Peters for accidental death,

including murder.

Now he's dead.

His wife gets half a million dollars.

Hmm.

I really don't know what you're talking about!

-That's rather hard to believe.

-No, I'm telling the truth.

You've kept things back before.

That was different, it was personal!

You always seem to have an excuse.

Your husband's having an affair.

-I wouldn't kill him for that! -So you claim.

Now, we discover you're practically bankrupt.

And all your money worries are gone thanks

to a life insurance policy

conveniently taken out only a few weeks ago.

Jake must have done it, but it's not like him.

Not at all...

Why?

Look, the business wasn't doing great

but Jake wasn't interested in that side of things.

He loved teaching, but really he just wanted to surf.

He even talked about going back on the circuit

a few months ago.

He went off the idea, said he always needed

to be the best.

We would have got by somehow. We always did.

I could never hurt him, as much as he hurt me.

I just... I wanted to grow old with him.

But that wouldn't have happened, would it?

What do you mean?

Jake was diagnosed with a terminal condition.

What are you talking about?

You didn't notice him taking his pills?

They were for his back.

-They were to ease his symptoms.

-No.

You must have seen he wasn't well.

No. Really. There was nothing.

The day he died. The surf was perfect...

It was just us out there, no cares...

He was so alive!

Why didn't he tell me?

Dr Slater said Jake didn't want you to know.

What, Karl knew? Of course he did! Typical!

What do you mean by that?

Karl never really liked me.

Kept his distance, was awkward around me,

like I wasn't good enough. He didn't even

come to our wedding.

But Jake, he...

He should've told me.

-Hard to know

when she keeps lying.

But we still need to know how she could have done it.

Oh, hey, Nicky...

Yeah. What have you got for us?

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, so, what have you got?

Well, I asked about like you said.

Uh, most said Steve's okay. But a couple of guys

at Shark Bay

-said that he's bad news and to stay clear.

They said he was trying to get his hands on a gun.

-Ah! -No questions asked.

Now, why would he want a gun?

Well, I can think of one very good reason.

Thank you, Nicky, you may have just helped

us catch our killer.

-Always happy to help law enforcement.

-Come on, Camille.

Does he actually own a shirt?

You'd better come inside.

I think it's time we searched Steve Taylor's camper van.

-It's open. -Mmm-hmm.

So, technically, we don't need a warrant.

Quite right. Go on, then, but be quick about it.

Ah, there's something here.

Bingo!

What are you doing?

Care to explain this, Steve?

Oh. Ugh...

Be my guest.

Now, that's my kind of speed.

Well done.

Well, it's not smoking, but it's definitely a gun.

Nine millimetre. Just like the murder weapon.

-Ballistics will match it. -It's nothing to do with me.

Then we won't find your fingerprints on it, then?

You wanted a gun. You got it, and you killed Jake. Why?

Look, okay, so, I got the gun.

That's why my prints might be on it.

But I got it for Jake.

I owed him, so I couldn't say no.

Why would Jake want a gun?

He said there'd been some break-ins.

That he was worried for Katie.

-He just wanted it for protection.

-You're lying.

We know there haven't been any other break-ins

in the area.

That's what he told me!

We found the gun and Jake's stolen valuables

in your van

and you evaded arrest.

I panicked, okay? Seeing you both

there with that lot.

But I had nothing to do with killing Jake.

You have to believe me.

He's called a lawyer, we need to decide

if we're charging him.

An hour ago, you'd say everything

pointed to the wife.

Now, all the evidence points to Steve.

Yes, but why'd he do it?

I mean, what's his motive?

And how'd he get out of the workshop without

using the window?

See we know fragments, motives, secrets...

But we don't know the bigger picture.

What don't we know?

"If you don't know what I am, then I am something.

"If you do know, then I'm nothing."

That's it! It's a riddle.

We guessed that, Chief.

No! The answer to the riddle is "a riddle."

-That's stupid. -No, it's brilliant!

The work of a brilliantly twisted mind

hiding the all-too-obvious in plain sight.

Can it really be that simple? If you look at it that way...

Follow the chain of evidence.

Yes, and that gives us our how.

That's where they were.

And our who.

But the why.

The why...

Yes! You said it, Camille.

It all points to the wife.

That's why the door was locked!

He knows who did it.

So, who are we arresting?

That's not how we do things around here.

We just need to talk to the pathologist.

You're sure about this?

Relax. Let the Chief do his thing.

Good afternoon.

Um, thank you all

for coming.

Um, we're here to solve an impossible crime.

Two days ago, Jake Peters entered his workshop alone.

A shot is heard. The first on the scene finds him dead.

His jewellery gone, the victim of

an apparent robbery.

The door was locked from the inside,

so the killer had to have left by the back window.

There was no other way out.

It had rained earlier, the sand was wet.

There should have been footprints,

but there weren't any.

As I said, impossible.

There was no trace of the thief or the gun.

Perhaps the killer was someone at the school.

His wife, who would now be half a million dollars richer.

Or the supposed friend, caught with the murder weapon.

Or the long

HUMPHREY: Or the runaway thief?

You see, we had motives.

None of that helped with

the central problem.

Until I considered another riddle.

And then, it all started to make sense.

If the killer had no way out of the workshop,

then they had to still be there!

But we'd have seen him.

Oh, but you did.

Jake Peters killed himself.

Why would he do that?

He'd been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

That's why he said he couldn't be your father.

Jake lived his life on his own terms.

He lived to surf, he loved the freedom

it gives you.

The degenerative nature of the illness was something

a man like him would never be able to cope with.

He would do anything to avoid that.

He got Steve to find him a gun

and then he just needed to pick his moment.

And that day, the surf was perfect.

It was a good day to die.

He spent his last hours with the woman he loved

doing what he lived for.

He then came back to his workshop.

He locked the door.

He staged a struggle.

Stripped himself of his valuables and hid them away.

And then the final act.

It doesn't make any sense. The gun would still be there.

Well, it was.

Until someone else made it disappear.

You knew about it, didn't you? And as his oldest friend,

you had to be first on the scene.

So you could get the gun out of sight.

Later, you'd put it with the valuables into

your medical bag

and get them safely away when you accompanied

your friend's body.

Probably for them to be found later, confirming

the robber theory.

But how did they get in my van?

Because the rain made robbery-gone-wrong impossible

and we started digging. We discovered infidelity,

the insurance, you didn't know about that, did you?

No, no, I thought not.

That was all Jake. Done out of love,

but, er, rather stupid.

The locked door, the open window,

the apparent theft,

all that led to someone outside the school.

But the insurance implicated Katie.

You couldn't have that, could you?

Everything was leading us to Katie.

So you needed a foil,

a scapegoat, a patsy.

You must have known that Jake had got the gun from Steve.

I mean, it was all too easy.

You were laying the ground work

when we came to see you.

Steve

But no, 'cause Jake said Steve was out of all that...

In fact, you've been leading us by the nose

from the start.

Always one step ahead.

Did Katie call you after our visit?

She was panicked.

You know, she was convinced that you thought

she'd killed Jake.

Um, everything she told you was the truth,

but it just kept on looking more and more like a lie.

So, you had to act.

You planted the evidence.

No doubt planning to tip us off.

Why would you do that?

HUMPHREY: Only one thing makes sense to me.

Makes sense of all your actions.

Staying away from the wedding and not marrying yourself.

Protecting Katie while seeming not to like her.

The awkwardness...

Proximity can be tough,

torture, even.

Being so close to the woman you love

and not being able to tell her.

You do love Katie, don't you?

So, it was suicide, then?

Ah, no, it was in fact murder.

But you just said he killed himself.

Yes, he did, he did. Um, er...

It was murder made to look like suicide masquerading

as murder.

Yes.

You couldn't let him go back out on the circuit,

could you?

He was going to take the woman you love away.

He even talked about going back on the circuit.

He came in for his medical and you saw your chance.

Jake trusted you. Why wouldn't he?

You were a doctor, you'd taken an oath.

You were best friends, since childhood.

You knew him better than anyone.

You knew what he wouldn't be able to bear,

the slow degeneration,

the weakness, the incapacity in someone so vital.

Robbery

His suicide would lead to too many awkward questions.

No doubt you told Jake that it would save Katie pain.

And he saw a chance to look after the

woman he loved

to the tune of half a million dollars.

Our pathologist found no trace of any

degenerative condition.

And we tested the pills to treat his illness

and they were anti-psychotics.

You needed something to induce symptoms

and complete the illusion.

How could you do it?

You might not have pulled the trigger,

but it's still murder.

Take him away.

Katie... Katie...

How could you do it?

He wants to stay out a bit longer.

-Thinks he's getting the hang of it.

-He's certainly enthusiastic. -Yes!

-Well, he's definitely got a style of his own.

-CAMILLE: Ah, yeah!

Eh, look at that!

-Well, I never!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

DWAYNE: Hey, hold on!

He's not waving now, though!

-No. -No.

Oh!

Well, it's not bad for a start.

You think so?

You didn't die.

No, I didn't, did I?

Excellent!

It's all in the roll, you see.

When nature makes a rag doll of you,

then you must be the rag doll.

Okay.

I worry about you sometimes.

Do you?

Sure. You're fearless.

You see something, you go for it.

No matter what the risk.

It's inspiring, I suppose.

Is it?

Sure.

Being around you, it makes me smile.

-Yes, why not.

Be brave.

Be brave.

Welcome to the Saint Marie Heritage Society's tribute.

Humphrey, I think I'm being followed.

One of them managed to get some poison into the stew.

DWAYNE: I'll show you how the island really

marks the anniversary.

Look at the Chief! -Whoo!

FLORENCE: Stop!

In my head, I've talked this through a million times

and it's never come out right...

-Oh! -Ah!