All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - 15x03 - Episode 3

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Morning, Henry.

Sorry to disturb.

Fleur wants this all clear.

You know those parakeet flowers of yours?

- Mm-hm.
- Not loving that spot.

They'll stay where they are.

Poor things, wilting away.

I always say gardening
is all about balance.

Here I was thinking it was about
enjoying peace and quiet.

Or connecting with something bigger
than yourself.

Go on. Where do you plant them?

Ah, well, they do best in partial shade.

Plenty of morning light,
but avoid the afternoon sun.

Don't want them burning out.

I shall bear that in mind.

Baxter! Drop everything!

I've had 30 kilos of grog clay delivered

and it's baking in the sun.

Be a darling and shift it for me,
would you,

before it turns to concrete?

Hello, neighbour!

- Quiet morning!
- It was.

Friday, 9:30, as usual?

If you're late again,
I'm leaving without you.

Oh, you are cruel!

Can you remind me to pick up starfruit?

I've been experimenting
with my smoothies.

Right, Baxter, let's go!

When the muse is upon me,

I must strike while
the clay is still soft!

Fancy a cold glass of home-made lemonade?

I'd kill for one.

I think it came from down there.

Did it come from Henry's?

- Henry!
- Henry?

I hope he's all right. Henry!

Henry!

Henry?

No!

Who did this?

OK.

Chins down.

Relax your faces.

In Paris, we say you don't
take a photograph, you create it.

OK?

You're really into this.

Just makes a change to be in a photo
where my head won't get cut off.

Every family photo ever,

you see me from the shoulders down.

Shall we try your hand on your hip?

Less like you've stepped on a sea urchin,

more like... you just heard
the rum's on the house.

Morning, Commissioner.

Where is Inspector Wilson?

We did try, sir.

He said he's only here short-term,

so didn't think it was his place.

Also, apparently, football is on.

And, presumably, the crime rate
drops every time his team plays?

One can only hope, sir.

The whole point of this initiative

is to make the wider community feel

that we are all in this for them.

To strengthen their trust in us.

How are we going to begin to do that
when our senior detective

can't be bothered to turn
up for our team photograph?

He'd better make it to
the launch this evening.

Erm, I should get that.

Excuse me, sir.

Come on!

Just give me the second half!

It's not even a big game!

What?

The Commissioner is seriously not
happy you missed your close-up.

Can't they just Photoshop me in?

Something tells me he's
not going to go for that.

Is that all you came here for?

No. There's been a
shooting up in the hills.

Stupid island!

Victim's name is Henry Ashby.

Originally from the UK.

Moved to Saint Marie ten years ago.

What else do we know?

His neighbour, Fleur Edwards,

and her gardener, Baxter Turton, heard
the shot around 10:30.

When they arrived, the
doors were wide open

and they saw someone on a white moped

speeding off through the trees.

Miss Edwards said she saw the same moped

outside the house last night.

Even got a registration number.

Sergeant Fletcher is on the case.

Well, there's mud on the floor.

No sign of a forced entry,

so, either the victim let the killer in,

or the killer let themself
in from the garden,

shot Henry and pegged
it back the same way.

That's a serious tattoo, boss.

I feel like I've seen
it somewhere before.

Yeah, it's Pegasus.

Oh! The flying horse mutant thing!

Something like that.

And the bloke riding him is Bellerophon.

It's part of the Parachute
Regiment insignia.

Mate of mine had one.

He said the Army
trained him for anything...

..which is why he now
runs a soft play in Croydon.

Yeah, he might be a military man,

so let's check that out, shall we?

Ten years on this island and
not even a vase in the gaff.

A big reader, though!

Yeah.

Man had a lot of books.

- Interesting.
- What is?

This is a meticulously organised library,

and he's filed his books
alphabetically by author.

Reading's never really
been my thing, you know?

But if I have to read a book,

I usually start at the last page
first, you know what I mean?

Swerve the sad endings.

Hang on.

There's one missing.

This section is Charles Dickens novels.

Uh, Pickwick Papers,

Our Mutual Friend, David Copperfield,
etc.

There's one missing.

Which one is it?

I think it's Tale Of Two Cities.

Yeah, it's definitely Tale Of Two Cities.

Where can that have got to?

Officer Rose, check
the bedside table, yeah?

He might have lent it to
someone or even lost it.

Mm. Maybe.

Nothing in the bedroom, sir.

I was taking off my boots.
Then we both heard it.

It was terrifying.

I could feel it in my bones.

Something awful had happened.

We rushed straight over, but...

We were too late.

Next thing I know, I heard
tyres kicking up dirt.

Couldn't get a look at the
registration plate,

but they were wearing
a helmet and a black top.

And you said you think you
saw the same moped last night?

I'm often up working late.

From my studio, I can see Henry's.

Someone was outside, lurking,
peering through his windows.

At first I thought maybe
it was a delivery driver.

Wrong address...

But something felt off,

so I jotted the number
plate down in my sketchbook.

How long have you lived out here?

Three months.

Long enough to adore it.

I needed space for my work.

To find inspiration and...

Look!

Of course, when I arrived, the garden
was an absolute jungle.

Hired me on the spot.

Said the weeds were choking her genius.

And Henry?

Was he a good neighbour?

He kept... Kept to himself.

Didn't seem to want to get close.

Still, he drove you into
town on Fridays, right?

Big shop day.

That's the only thing on his calendar.

He offered.

I may have mentioned how
tiresome I find driving,

having done it for years in London.

And there's no Jubilee line
on Saint Marie, right?

Er, quite.

Anyone else ever stop by?

Not that I know of.

Fleur's right. Mr Ashby
wasn't much for company.

Preferred books.

Yeah, speaking of which,
did he ever lend you any?

Tale Of Two Cities, maybe?

Dickens?

Inspector?

We'll be in touch. Thank you.

So, that moped's from a rental
outfit, Mope and Glory.

Just spoke to the owner, Winston.

Bit of a relic, but he keep
up good records, you know?

Bottom line?

Er, driver's a tourist from the UK.

Arrived a week ago,

but he provided an
ID and a local address.

Craig Pinnock, an accountant from
Nunhead in London.

Craig Pinnock?

Want to step away from the bike, please?

So, how can I help you, detectives?

There's not a problem, is there?

We need to establish your
whereabouts this morning.

Yeah, a fatal shooting
just a few miles from here.

A man called Henry Ashby was murdered.

Do you know him?

Well, no!

Never heard of the guy.

That's funny.

A moped, just like the one you were
scrubbing clean outside,

was used to flee the scene.

We also have evidence
placing that same white moped

and its driver outside the
victim's house last night.

What? Sorry.

No, there must be some mistake.

I, erm...

Look, I didn't shoot anyone.

H-How do we clear this up?

Let's start from the beginning, yeah?

Last night, why was your moped seen

outside the victim's
villa up in the hills?

Right. OK.

Erm, so I may have driven past that
h-house last night,

but only because I took a wrong turn.

I was, erm...

I was looking for a property,

a villa that I'd seen online,

and, erm, I thought there
might be somebody in

to point me in the right
direction, but no answer.

You were looking for a
house for sale after dark?

Yes. I mean, it was supposed
to have beautiful sunset views

and, erm, well, I'm
looking to buy out here.

Remote accounting. Less stress. Ha.

So, you were at the victim's villa,

but you never interacted with him?

No, no. Absolutely not.

What about in the morning?

It was definitely my moped that was seen?

Our witnesses didn't get a registration,

but the description matches.

And the rider was wearing...

..a black top.

OK, so I can see now why
you might think it was me,

but... it wasn't.

So it was just coincidence?

Someone else was there this morning,
dressed just like you,

on a similar white moped,
outside the same property

you were visiting last night?

Must be.

That's bizarre, isn't it?

But I can assure you, detectives,

that I was nowhere near that house.

Then, where were you, 10:30,
when the shooting happened?

Buying coconut water.

There's a street vendor, and I'd
stopped to make a work call.

Felt thirsty.

And this was definitely 10:30.

- Where was this?
- Crescent Cove.

The opposite side of the island to
the crime scene.

Convenient.
- Convenient?

Now, look, you've got the wrong person.

I didn't shoot anyone. Check my phone.

We will.

Thank you for your help.

We'll be in touch if we
need anything further.

Well, the vendor confirms
he served Craig this morning,

and he was on his phone the whole time.

That's why he remembers him.

Craig's client also confirms

they spoke at 15:30 UK time,
which is 10:30 here.

They spoke for five
minutes and it all tallies

with the call log on Craig's phone.

But it has to be Craig
that shot Henry Ashby.

His clothing was identified.
And the bike.

And he was outside
Henry's the night before.

And you saw what
he was like at the villa.

- He was all over the place!
- But he has an alibi

for the time of the murder, sir.

So if it was him, then, how did he do it?

Craig's definitely holding back.

So if we don't yet know how he
managed to shoot Henry Ashby,

let's focus on his motive.

Why did he do it?

Sergeant Fletcher.

What have you got for us?

Inspector, bit of a
development at Henry's.

Seems there's a little more
to him than we first thought.

A spy! I'm telling you,
he has to be a spy!

Henry was definitely mixed
up in something murky.

Surveillance, perhaps?

A spy! 100%!

I'm talking code names, you know?

Drop-off locations! Secret handshakes!

Exploding pens?

His military records came in.

Henry rose through the ranks quickly

before a voluntary
discharge 15 years ago.

Then nothing.

No paper trail. No fixed address.

Vanished until Saint Marie.

What about his phone?

Zero phone calls.
The man had nobody checking in.

I mean, it's like he
just totally ghosted life.

And his laptop? Locked down tight.

But I've asked the lab,
and they're checking it out.

But his bank account?

Ha! Stacked.

Living off-grid with
serious money behind him.

Makes you wonder who or
what was he running from...

I've got a mate in
Organised Crime Command.

I'll give her a call,
see if what we've found

triggers anything her end.

But let's keep looking
into Craig Pinnock.

Now we know that the
victim isn't what he seems,

there must be a reason
Craig wanted him dead.

It's time we headed over to the
Commissioner's launch.

Ready, sir?
- Er, I'll catch you up.

I've got this phone call to make first.

OK.

See you there.

Don't be late.

You know, the Commissioner
asked us to say

a few words about what Saint Marie
means to us,

and I was like, "Man, I mean,
where do I start?" You know?

So, what did you go for?

Officer Rose's top ten favourite
places to fill your belly.

OK!

Eh, do you think that's quite
what the Commissioner...?

Hmm?

You know what? That is perfect.

You all right?

Big crowd.

It tends to happen when
you offer free snacks.

The Inspector's cutting it fine.

Wouldn't want to be in
his boots when he arrives.

It's a wonderful
turnout, don't you think?

Worth all the phone calls.

If only every idea came
together so smoothly.

I should have escorted him here myself.

Mervin made a commitment, no?

Focus on your speech.

And at number two,
we have the Grill Bar.

You know the one?
With the sweet, sweet curry goat?

The one where the...

The chef sings love songs as he cooks.

I'm actually thinking about
starting my own food tour.

So, at the end, I'm open to investors.
We can speak...

Thank you, thank you!
Thank you for that enthusiasm.

Officer Rose.

And thank you for coming, everyone.

Tonight is a new beginning.

Since returning to Saint Marie,

I have been made aware
that I need to recommit,

to reassure you that this
island still matters to me.

To us.

And you, its people, matter even more.

This is the first step.

Rebuilding trust...

..strengthening the relationship
between myself and my team...

..and you, the people we serve.

Ah...

No answer.

Ah, we will proceed
with a Q&A as planned.

First questions, please.

Yes, I've got a question.

Why did the detective
not bother showing up?

- Erm...
- Why not?

- Yeah!
- Well...

- Yes?
- Erm...

Erm, actually, Commissioner,
erm, can I take this one?

Of course.

Thank you.

DI Wilson's not here because he's
working on a murder case,

and knowing him, he's
probably so deep into it

he hasn't realised the time.

But that's because he
cares about his work.

All of us standing here care
so much about what we do.

It's not just about solving crimes,

it's about doing it right.

And that's why we show up,

because it's not just what we do, it's...

..it's who we are.

Thank you to Naomi.

Next question!

So, to Sergeant Thomas for bossing it.

Look.

Look who arrives just
in time for the clean-up.

Look, I'm late, I know, but I've...

Good news is, there's no more speeches,

but the bad news - no more snacks.

The Commissioner left ten minutes ago,

and he said he's very disappointed,
but not surprised.

Direct quote.

Stop talking!

Look, I've got some major
intel on our victim, all right?

I mean, it all makes total sense now.

The military background, the
fake passports, living off-grid.

I mean, I should have
worked this out before!

- Worked out what?
- He was a spy!

No, Officer Rose, Henry Ashby
was a professional hit man.

So, multiple passports were
found in the victim's house.

I don't believe it.

Why is it so hard to get a book out
of the library?

Inspector!

You do still work here?

Yeah...

Commissioner, look,
I'm sorry about last night,

but I was doing what I
thought was best for the case.

Disappearing in the name
of duty is still disappearing.

I made my expectations very clear.

Yes, Commissioner, I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.

You might also offer thanks to DS Thomas,

who covered for your
absence with great aplomb.

Thank you, DS Thomas.

Right, are we done?

No.

You will make amends with some
community outreach work.

Mrs Desiree, one of our
most senior residents,

was in attendance last night.

She told me she was in need of a
little police assistance.

I said you would pay her a visit.

That is her address.

Mm.

A Tale Of Two Cities.

Have you read it before?

No, but I used to work weekends

with a guy who ran Dickens tours.

Like all his best - redemption, hope,

the destructive nature of revenge.

Not a million miles from this case.

Erm...
- DS Thomas was updating me.

Your victim is a hit man.

Yeah, Organised Crime linked
Henry Ashby to a shelved case.

He's the prime suspect in
a historic hit job in Putney,

made to look like a break-in.

The victim was a shop owner
with ties to loan sharks.

Henry made it look like a break-in?

The theory goes -
Henry's the guy you call in

when things get heavy.

There's other suspected hits,

but the evidence is nonexistent.

I went through the victim's bank
statements, Commissioner.

There were years of large cash deposits.

No employer, just drops.

Why did they never catch him?

I expect cos he was good at his job.

All they had on the guy was
some grainy CCTV footage

and the description of a
very distinctive tattoo.

Pegasus!

Though I still feel like
I've seen that tattoo

somewhere before, you know?

I'm just not sure where.

So, I did some digging into
our suspect, Craig Pinnock.

Turns out Craig's a widower.

This was his wife, Lucy Pinnock.

Died ten years ago on the 2nd of July.

So?

She was shot.

A home break-in gone wrong.

No suspect, no motive,
just a robbery turned fatal.

Two robberies, two deaths, same MO.

Well, that's no coincidence.

And here, three days before
Lucy's death, the last cash drop.

So, if Henry was a contract killer

and Lucy Pinnock was
one of his last jobs, then...

Craig Pinnock suddenly
has really good motive

to want Henry Ashby dead.

They were trying to scare me.

- Who was?
- Loan sharks.

I'd started gambling and, erm,

told myself I could get it under control,

but I owed so much money and
they were starting to hound me.

When they came to collect
what you owed them,

you didn't have it, and
your wife was collateral.

I hate myself every day
for what they did to her.

For what I caused.

But you didn't tell the police?

Must have been eating
you up alive inside.

The shame, the guilt, the rage?

And so you decided you'd
hunt down Henry Ashby yourself.

I knew that the police
would never find him,

because they didn't know the full truth -

that it was a professional hit.

Not an easy job.

I mean, the trail was cold, wasn't it?
For years!

The killer was hiding
out here on Saint Marie.

How did you find Henry?

Well, the people I owed money to,
I did some digging.

Eventually, I found out who they paid
to do their dirty work. Ha.

So, you knew exactly who
Henry was, and you came anyway?

If there was a chance I
could look him in the eye,

get him to answer for what he did...

So, revenge! That was your plan.

You knew exactly whose
house you were at that night.

OK, look, I admit I went
there to confront him,

but I never laid eyes on him.
He wasn't there!

You went back the next
morning to finish the job!

No, I've already told you this.

I was on the other side of the island.

Look, whoever went there
that morning to shoot him,

it was someone else. It wasn't me!

Something wrong, Officer Rose?

Or are you just exercising
your thumb muscles?

Hey! I'm working, actually.

Had to scroll through this
group chat to find this video.

Although I did briefly get sidetracked

by this chicken wearing carnival pearls.

Please, beat around the bush
some more, Officer Rose.

Sir, that tattoo...

You know how I thought I recognised it
from somewhere?

Boom!

Three months ago,
Henry saved a woman

who was caught up in a
riptide out at Turtle Bay.

He did no photos, no press,

but somebody filmed it,
and the video went viral!

The man went in twice!

Once for the old lady.

Once for the little dog.

I printed these off.

You can see the Pegasus tattoo in both.

So, we have a trained assassin who
saves poodles in his spare time.

But it means literally anybody
looking for Henry Ashby

could have seen that video and come to
the island for revenge.

All right, so,

maybe someone else on a white moped
wearing a black top

did go to Henry Ashby's place
that morning and shoot him?

OK, we're going to have
to check all routes

to the woods behind Henry's place and
any road cameras along the way.

We should also look
into who else knew Henry.

Mm-hm, got it.

Listen, it's me.

The police are going
to want to talk to me.

But I don't want you to worry.

Still no joy with the moped?

No sign of anyone else on a white bike

who could have possibly shot Henry.

What about Fisherman's Way?

It's the fastest route to the house.

The only camera along there
has been busted for weeks.

So it's the perfect time for lunch!

- Cold case, hot prawns.
- Oh.

No, seriously, you
have to try one of these.

Captain Crustacean's firecracker prawns.

Why, thank you.

But if you want real flavour,
ooh, you got to go

to Old Man Baptiste
behind the cricket ground.

My father used to take us after school.

Baptiste had this secret marinade.

Legendary.

- Ooh!
- Mm.

All right, take your time.

They're spicy.

Mmm.

I mean, it's got a little bit of a kick.

Oh, are you OK?

Yeah, all right...

If we're speedy, we'll make it to
Old Man Baptiste

- before he shuts.
- Me need milk!

Interesting.

Listen...

..I didn't get to say
this properly before,

but thank you for covering
for me last night,

whatever it was you did - or said.

That's OK, sir. I...

I know you're maybe not feeling like
yourself at the moment.

Yeah, well, erm...

It's, uh... It's not been
the best few weeks.

Finding a brother, then
him going away again.

But you know me, I don't let
those things get to me, right?

Right! No.

Sure you don't.

- What?
- Well...

We haven't seen you much
in the last week, sir.

All you do is stay in your
shack and watch football.

I like football.

I know, but it's a lot of football.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of games.

Listen, let's just focus on the case.

What have you got?

Actually, those weekly shopping
trips Henry used to take?

He was pulling out $500 like clockwork.

That's some major coinage for groceries.

And guess who was depositing
the exact same amount

into their account the
same day, every week?

- Fleur?
- Baxter.

Henry was bankrolling Fleur's gardener?

Why?

Well, doesn't look like
it was for fertiliser.

- Hush money.
- Maybe.

But the payments stopped.

One was due Friday.

Never came.

And a couple of days later, Henry's dead.

It's true.

Henry...

..gave me money.

But you never thought to mention it?

Why was he paying you?

He said it wasn't charity.

He had money sitting there,
doing nothing.

We're not talking about a
few bob here, Mr Turton.

This is thousands.

It sounds a lot to me
like leverage, extortion...

No, no, no, that's not what it was.
I would never.

He stops paying you, you get
angry, decide to punish him,

- and that's why you...
- It's my son, Rio.

He was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma.

We caught it early, but it still
turned everything upside down.

The bills, the waiting, trying to keep
things normal for him.

I was barely holding it together.

So then Henry started helping,
paying for treatments.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

And last week, Rio got the all clear.

And the final thing Henry said to me

was that he didn't want a penny back.

Do you get the sense Henry was
trying to atone for his actions?

Saving that woman and her dog,

paying for Baxter's kid's health care.

I mean, for a man
who killed for a living,

he seemed to suddenly
find a moral code in life.

Detectives.

Sorry.

There's something I need to tell you.

I wasn't sure whether to say anything.

Fleur's been great to me, really.

But?

It was a few weeks ago.

Fleur was pretty out of it.

I tried to help her
out of the sun, and...

Men like him always think
they can get away with it...

- She started muttering about Henry.
- ..but not this time, Baxter.

She wasn't making a lot of sense.

I doubt she meant anything by it,

but it's been playing on my mind.

I told you there was a short cut
along Fisherman's Way.

I'm pretty sure you broke
the sound barrier.

No... No!

"Thank you for the memories"!

Now I'll never know if
he lived up to his hype!

Sorry, Sarge.

Makes me realise how long
I've been away from Saint Marie.

Come back expecting
everything to be the same,

but things change, right?

You don't regret coming back,
do you, Sarge?

I couldn't stay in Jamaica any more.

It was right to leave.

Do you miss him?

Your ex?

Aha! No.

It just doesn't feel the same here,
you know?

That's all. Just...

..getting used to it.

Right, come on.
Let's go back to the station.

Let's try the back.

Miss Edwards.

Oh, hello.

Apologies for the mess.

They come as a pair, Inspector.

Not really my taste, to be honest.

What he really means is,

he's not much of, erm, an art collector.

Please, they're fragile.

Like your relationship with Henry?

Yeah, your gardener told us about
your drunken threats.

Oh! Who knew I'd hired Chatty Cathy?

What did you mean when you said,

"Men like him always get away with it"?

He tried it on with me.

Didn't like being rejected.

It sounded like you wanted to punish him

for more than just making a pass at you.

What aren't you telling us, Miss Edwards?

All I'm guilty of, detectives,
is bruising Henry's delicate ego.

I don't believe you.

I think you knew exactly who he was,
didn't you?

I haven't the foggiest idea
what you're talking about.

I saw someone on a moped
outside Henry's place.

That's who killed him.

Did you ever catch them, Inspector?

I'd sleep much better knowing you did.

Us, too.

We'll be in touch.

Fleur's story isn't
sitting right with me,

but she has an alibi.

Baxter was with her in her house when
Henry Ashby was shot.

And Baxter's account checks out.

I spoke to the hospital.

Everything he said
about his son Rio is true.

Which brings us back to Craig Pinnock,
who has motive coming out of his ears,

but he also has an alibi for the murder.

So, what you're saying is

the three people who could
have shot Henry Ashby

couldn't have shot Henry Ashby.

Exactly that.

Inspector.

One laptop, lab-fresh, fully decrypted.

- Now, that's more like it!
- I don't think so, Inspector.

You have somewhere to be,

if you haven't forgotten,
which I sense you have.

Mrs Desiree?

How about I give you a lift there?

Make sure you don't get lost, hmm?

Maybe I should take this.

Good luck, Inspector!

Inspector!

I bump into Mrs Desiree in church
every now and then.

She makes the most superb ginger cake.

Good for her.

You seem confused, Inspector.

Well, it's just that I thought you said

she needed police assistance.

Fixing her gate, that's a handyman's job.

Perhaps. But if you hadn't realised,

the reason I asked you to do this

was in the hope that you might learn
something from it.

Yeah, yeah, I figured as much.

Going that extra mile for the community,

improving police relationships, etc, etc.

Actually, this was more about you
than my community initiative.

Me?

Inspector, I know the last week or
so has been tough on you

and might have had you
even thinking about

why you stayed on on this island.

Maybe.

Look, I'm not going to lie, OK?

Now that Solomon and I have parted ways,

yeah, it has had me wondering.

Which is perfectly understandable.

But hiding away, avoiding people,

not being part of this island's life?

You're missing out.

Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

But, you know, fixing some old lady's
gate, you really think that's the answer?

Iced tea, Commissioner?

Oh, yes! Thank you.

I'll be right with you.

In answer to your question...

..I suppose you'll find out, Inspector.

Don't I get any iced tea?

Speeding ticket!

Where them catch you?

Fisherman's Way!

Must have been when we were
going to Old Man Baptiste.

I thought you said that
camera was broken!

It's been taped off for months.

If it's working, then maybe
that's the route the killer took.

Let's go.

Mrs Desiree's gate bit back.

Ah, so...

..spent half the night going
through Henry's laptop.

He was researching Fleur.

Social media, old exhibitions,
personal records.

That doesn't sound like a crush.

No, he was looking for a connection.

And now, I know to what.

Fleur and Lucy Pinnock were housemates.

Same university. Seemed super close.

Lucy was using her maiden name.

So, three months ago,
Fleur moves in next door

to the man who killed her
best friend, and now he's dead.

She was like a sister.

Must have been a shock when she died.

It didn't make sense.

A robbery with nothing really taken,

and she'd never be caught up in
anything dangerous.

- So what did you do?
- The day before it happened...

..Lucy told me she thought
a man was following her.

It spooked her. She...

She described him -
his height, his build.

Said he had a tattoo -
a winged horse on his forearm.

I told the police. They dropped it.

But you never forgot.

And then, years later,
you saw a news story -

Henry, saving a woman and her dog.

All of a sudden, there he was.

So you tracked him down to Saint Marie,

casually moved in next door,
and then made nice?

I wanted to understand how someone
like that could keep on living.

And when you couldn't understand,
you killed him.

In case you'd forgotten,
Inspector, I was making lemonade,

something I was about to offer you,

but I'm thinking better of it.

Hang on, so you're telling
me the man who robbed

Lucy of her life was on your doorstep
and you did zilch?

Of course I wanted him to pay!

To see the shame in his eyes

when he realised I knew who he was,
what he'd done.

But I never got the chance.

I didn't kill him.

Lucy's husband is out here, too.

Craig's on Saint Marie.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

You two turning up on the same island?

You knew he was here.

OK, erm..

..the night before Henry died,

I did see someone on a
moped outside his house.

It looked like Craig.

My heart almost stopped.

I told myself if it was him,

whatever he was up to,
I wanted nothing to do with it.

And then Henry turned up dead.

I gave you the number plate,

hoping and praying that I was mistaken...

..and that Craig wasn't involved.

He's at the centre of everything,

just never where we need him to be.

Inspector, you're going
to want to see this.

Well, we just checked the speed camera
on Fisherman's Way,

and it caught something.

OK, so, this is about six minutes away

from the victim's house, 10:21,
the morning of the murder.

Just wait for it...

Boom! Right there, sir!

Guy in a black top on a white moped

with the same registration plate as
the one Craig Pinnock hired.

So Craig Pinnock did it!

We now know he drove
to the victim's house

at the time of the murder.

Wait...

Why did the street vendor say

he was buying coconut
water when it happened?

OK, let's play this out.

DS Thomas, you be the victim.
Over there, please.

Erm, Officer Rose, you be Craig.
Just there.

And, Sergeant Fletcher,
you be the vendor, right?

Er, phone?

- OK, go.
- Yes, bruv!

Just grabbing a coconut water now, innit?

Yeah. I'll send over them figures soon.

Definitely not going
to shoot nobody today.

Remind me never to take you undercover.

That's it!

It's simple!

Craig wasn't actually on a call.

He was pretending - like
Officer Rose was just now.

He made sure he was seen and heard so
that when we asked the vendor...

We were told the story
Craig wanted us to hear,

not the truth.

The vendor never knew the time,

only that Craig was on the phone.

- Confirmation bias.
- Exactly!

The real call was made at 10:30,
but from somewhere else.

Craig shot Henry, rode a short distance,

made the call as planned at 10:30.

Finally, his alibi has crumbled!

I'm telling you, I'm innocent.

You lied about your alibi, and
now you want us to believe you.

I haven't been telling the truth,

but, come on, please, you have
to give me one more chance!

30 seconds.

OK, erm...

So, yes, I went to Henry's
house and I took a gun.

I was working myself up
to killing him OK, I admit it.

But... but then I heard a gunshot, OK?

I thought maybe he was shooting at me.

But I didn't stick around to find out.
I just...

I got on the moped, and I...

And I went away, and I...
And I didn't look back!

And this gun, your gun, where is it now?

Well, I chucked it in the sea.

Look, I can show you exactly where.

Please. You have to believe me!

It wasn't me!

I believe him.

Even though he's repeatedly lied to
us throughout this investigation?

Yep.

Even though he admits to being at the
victim's house at the time of the murder?

- With a gun.
- And a motive.

Yep.

So, if you think he
didn't do it, sir, then...?

Who did? I haven't a scooby.

Cos it also can't be either of these.

And I'll tell you what's really
bugging me about all this...

..the victim's copy of
this book was missing

from his book shelf,

and it hasn't turned up anywhere
during the investigation.

So, where is it?

Wait, you read the whole
book in the last few days?

Well, I just speed-read it.

So, what was the story about?

Well, basically, it's about a guy
who tries to make things right,

and the only way he feels
he can do that is if he...

Whoa.

Wait a minute.

Because if you look at it that way...

..that changes the whole
perspective on everything.

A Tale Of Two Cities.

Redemption, hope, the destructive
nature of revenge.

Do you get the sense Henry was
trying to atone for his actions?

- They were trying to scare me.
- Who was?

Loan sharks. I'd started gambling
and I owed so much money

and they were starting to hound me.

It's my son, Rio.

He was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma.

So then Henry started helping, paying
for treatments.

Wouldn't take no for an answer.

If I have to read a book,

I usually start at the last page
first, swerve the sad endings.

- Which would mean...
- You worked it out.

I have.

And if I'm right about all this,

in a funny way, the answer has been
there the whole time.

- The book?
- Yeah.

I think I know where it might be.

And that explains everything.

Thanks, Charlie. Appreciate it.

Ready, boss?

Second time lucky, eh?

A book.

A gun.

And a bullet.

Let's start with this, shall we?

A Tale Of Two Cities.

A story about redemption and sacrifice.

And at the back of this book,

Henry Ashby left a story of his own.

The main character in this
story, he dies in the end,

but he gave up his life to
atone for what he'd done.

For a while, we were looking for a killer

that was never there.

Because Henry Ashby wasn't murdered.

He took his own life.

Henry's final words.

A suicide note addressed
to you, Miss Edwards,

written in the back of the book,

but also a confession to
Lucy Pinnock's murder.

But why would Henry take his own life?

And why now?

The past caught up with him.

Fleur, you found the viral video,
recognised Henry,

and you shared it with Craig, didn't you?

You finally found the
man who murdered Lucy

after all these years.

But you didn't wait for Craig.

You came out to Saint Marie alone.

You conveniently moved
in next door to Henry.

All this to get closer to
the man who killed Lucy.

And those drunken
threats you aimed at Henry

that the gardener witnessed -

Henry hadn't tried it on
with you at all, had he?

What was eating away
at you was the thought that

this man had got away with murdering
your best friend.

So you insisted Craig fly to Saint Marie.

Henry was onto you, wasn't he?

Something felt different.

He seemed... off with me.

Drove in silence.

So you had to strike
before he fled the island,

or did something even worse?

And together, you
orchestrated your revenge.

The plan was simple.

Craig, you would arrive at Henry's
place just before 10:30.

You both arranged your alibis.

Fleur, you knew Baxter would
be at yours for his shift.

And, Craig, you arranged a work call
that you'd take at 10:30,

after you shot Henry,

then made out that you were buying
coconut water at the same time.

But then something unexpected
happened, didn't it?

Because Henry worked out
what you had in store for him.

Craig, when you scoped out Henry's
the night before his death,

we believe Henry, as a trained killer,
was watching you.

Your actions, Craig, tipped
Henry off that his time was up.

The past, the guilt, it was all coming
back to haunt him.

And as a man who lived in control,

he chose the only thing he felt he
could still command -

the ending to his own story.

It's not the right way,

but in his mind, it was the only option.

So, sometime before 10:30
the following morning...

..Henry shot himself.

Fleur, you must have been confused.

Had Craig arrived early?

But when you found the body,
you also found the book.

And inside it...

..something you weren't expecting.

The truth - in a note left for you.

And once you'd read it,

you knew there and then that you
couldn't let this die with him.

So you proceeded to stage a crime scene

to make it look like
Henry had been murdered.

You took his gun,

the one thing he kept for protection,
given his past,

and you left the doors wide open.

You even scattered mud from the garden.

Before firing a second gunshot at
10:30 from your kitchen,

breaking a plant pot and creating...

A second bullet from a second gunshot,

which you recovered from your garden
later that morning.

All that was left was to steer us
toward the right culprit.

The moped number plate was smooth,

but why go to all that trouble?

"Her death haunted me most.

"Usually, they had it coming,
but not her."

You see, that's what's so
heartbreaking about it,

isn't it, Craig?

Because Lucy was the real victim here.

It was just as I suspected.

"I spent my life following orders,

"but this one was the cruellest.

"Your friend was an innocent woman,

"and you should know the truth.

"The hit was commissioned
by her own husband."

You see, the order didn't come

from faceless loan sharks, but from you.

You're the reason she's dead.

I'm sorry, you've got this all wrong.

When will you finally stop lying?!

You played the grieving
husband seeking revenge

when all you really wanted was silence.

You hired Henry Ashby,
a professional hit man,

to stage a botched armed robbery

so you could cash in
your wife's life insurance

and pay off your gambling debts.

Fleur, I assume you held on to
these...

..the book, the gun, as your plan B,

in case your plot to stitch
up Craig was exposed?

You framed him for Henry's murder

because you couldn't go to the police
without having to admit

you and Craig planned to kill Henry.

So, yeah...

..this confession will ensure

Craig finally faces the murder charges
for your best friend.

However, I'm afraid your attempt to
pervert the course of justice

can't be overlooked.

Craig Pinnock, I'm arresting
you for conspiracy to murder.

She loved you, and you
sentenced her to death.

I hope it haunts you
for the rest of your life.

So, as soon as Mervin arrives,
we'll be ready to go.

Dare I ask?

I'm sure he'll be here, sir.

So, Sarge, I, erm, did some digging
and asking around.

I got you this.

Old Man Baptiste's secret recipe.

Uh, as much as anyone could remember.

Thank you.

Thought you might want a
taste of home, you know?

Hmm, I just need to
learn how to cook now.

Hmm! Now, this will really burn your
eyebrows off your face.

Sorry, sorry.

Better late than never, Mervin.

Go and stand beside the Commissioner.

Sorry I'm late, Commissioner.

I had a visitor.

Mrs Desiree dropped by.

She made me a cake!

Lucky you!

It's a nice cake as well.

And, yeah, I get it.

Look out, not in. Right?

Everyone's ready?

Three, two...
- Thank you.

..one!

Smile!

Got an accidental
death by St Vincent's Church -

which is Seb's mother's church.

- You think it's suspicious?
- That's not possible.

The church was all
locked up from the inside.

Nobody could get in or out.

"There is a dark secret that has
been buried for too long

"and it's time the truth came out."

Your head is pinging
around all over the place.

But, Sarge, I need to finish...

I know, but you're not helping right now.

Not one person is
who I thought they were,

but I never thought you'd be one of them.

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