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It is Friday, it's 5 .52pm and it's the end of the first week with my new

client, Alistair and Margot Hartnell. They say that coming here is the last

of the dice for them. They had been on the cusp of getting a divorce.

Walk forward, turn right, turn right, turn left, no, no, wait, no, sorry,

my part.

Oh, for God's sake, Alistair! Love has been replaced by hostility.

You're useless at this!

That's enough!

Sorry, darling. All trust has gone.

Thank you. Sorry.

Sorry! OK.

Compounded by the fact that they seem unable to communicate in a meaningful

a reciprocal way. I feel unheard when I talk to you about how I'm feeling.

Well, often when you do want to talk, I've got work on my mind and

that's important too.

So it's just a case of bad timing, that's all.

Their marriage doesn't make sense to them anymore.

Over the course of the coming weeks, I'd like to see if we can retrace the steps

that led to this situation, see if we can work out how they got here.

Next we have Luke and Stacey Warbur.

I believe the fault lines don't run as deep with them.

I'm grateful for how patient you are and that you're here with me now doing

this, cos...

I know I'm not giving you what you need.

That's so sweet, babe. On the surface, they have a loving marriage, but now

can we try taking each other's hands, please, and maintaining that same eye

contact? By their own admission, there are significant intimacy issues.

Why can't you do this?

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sorry. Can we take five? It's okay.

Of course.

It's okay, honey.

Take your time.

I mean... It's okay.

It's all part of the process.

It's Friday. It's the beginning of the weekend now. But Monday will be a big

day. I have exciting plans.

I think there could be a real breakthrough.

Hello. Darling.

Wine's good.

Hi, everyone.

Hi. I just wanted to say thank you very much for all your hard work and your

commitment this week.

You should be very proud of yourself.

There's more for us to do next week, but for now, enjoy your evening.

Thank you. Thank you.

Right,

bon appétit.

Cheers, everyone.

Cheers.

I just feel like every single thing I say is wrong.

Every word, every utterance.

She pounces on it like a wild animal.

Yeah. She certainly has a way with her words, your missus.

I thought you'd never ask.

It's only duty free.

Kira's stuck.

Can't still be swimming, can she?

My ex wanted me to try that kind of thing.

Couples therapy.

Not my cup of tea.

You don't think it could be good for a relationship?

Opening up more and sharing with each other?

Nah.

Ah, crime scene.

Inspector, um, I don't think you should wear that to the crime scene. Why not?

Because it's got I heart St. Marie on the front of it.

Still haven't gotten your clothes back then.

I must have left 50 messages for Solomon. This is the only shirt he

But I've got a mate from the Met to call in a favour, and I've got him to

triangulate his phone for me. Yeah, that's a very good use of their

Hey, listen, he stole from me, and that is a crime.

Inspector, I just think you should take the hat off.

Yeah, all right.

I'm May Hu, 42 years old, fully qualified clinical therapist.

Ran a couples retreat here.

Cause of death, looks like a drowning.

Went for a swim at 7 o 'clock yesterday evening, and at 9 o 'clock, two

fishermen came across a body about 100 metres out, directly opposite this spot.

They watched over the body until the paramedics arrived.

Who else was here last night?

About six people in total, four residents, two staff, the chef and the

There's some bruising around her neck and shoulders.

Looks like finger marks.

Paramedics say they're recent. More likely from someone forcing her down

the water.

They reckon it's murder. That's why they called us.

So what? She swam out to sea and somebody was with her and did this.

Or maybe somebody was waiting for her out there on a boat.

Inspector, what would you say if I told you I just found a bingo ball at a crime

scene?

I'd say, have you actually found a bingo ball at the crime scene?

And I would say yes.

Yes, I did find a bingo ball at the crime scene.

Thirteen.

Unlucky for some.

I mean, it probably doesn't have much to do with Kieran Mayhew's murder, though,

right? We don't know yet.

Let's bag it.

Oh, okay. The bingo ball's officially evidence now.

Bagging the bingo ball.

All right.

Sergeant Fletcher, you talk to the staff.

Officer Rose, see if there's any security cameras in the place. And D .S.

Thomas, let's talk to the guest.

Oh.

I'll keep on with that.

Sorry, did you just say murder?

What, I thought it was an accident?

Well, it wasn't. So we need to ask you where you all were between the hours of

seven and nine last night.

Are you saying we're suspects?

When did you last see Keira Mayhew?

Before dinner. We were having some aperitifs and she came and told us to

nice night.

Enjoy your evening.

Thank you.

What time was that?

Just before seven.

She went for a swim and didn't see her again until she was... was, um... Dead.

Just say it.

And was that a regular thing, her going for a swim at that time?

Seemed to be, like, most evenings.

Keira said it was her own therapy, getting into the sea after a long day.

found it restorative.

And during the two hours between you seeing her and her body being found, you

were... We were all together having dinner.

Look,

it wasn't one of us, OK?

Nobody told us that we were going to be grilled like this. None of us have even

been to bed.

And I took a sleeping pill.

Don't apologise for me, Alastair. You know I hate it when you do that.

Sorry, dear. And don't call me dear, either.

No, of course not. Sorry. Forgot.

OK. Well?

If you think of anything, let us know.

Go help her.

I spoke with the staff who can alibi each other for the time of the murder.

They were preparing dinner between seven and nine.

You think he's listening?

I'm listening.

Just checking, sir.

What did they say about the victim?

That she was a decent boss, always paid them on time, was friendly.

Any idea who'd want to harm her?

No. They reckon she didn't really know anyone here. Never saw her go out much.

Kept herself to herself.

I checked her phone.

All her texts and all her emails, work -related.

Apart from her mum back in England.

How's she doing?

Not great.

We said we'd speak tomorrow when she might be a little bit calmer.

I can't miss.

Date and time is yesterday, 5 .52 in the afternoon.

That's just over an hour before her swim.

My instinct on this is that a lie is being told If I can draw

out the truth the fallout would be truly devastating

And only a couple of hours later she's been murdered you're thinking

one of the guests here did it I'm thinking maybe one of them did

On one hand All the four guests were having dinner together at the

time of Kira Mayhew's murder.

Now look, there are only two cameras in the resort. Just before 7 o 'clock, Kira

Mayhew goes for a swim. But on the other hand, all the guests leave the table

once during the evening.

So, in theory, it could have been any one of them.

Alright, um... Now here.

At 18 minutes past 7, Mr. Hartnell goes to his bedroom to get his glasses.

And in here...

7 .46, Stacy Wabba goes to the bathroom to check her makeup.

And at 8 .03, Mrs. Hartnell goes to grab her shawl.

And after that, at 8 .30, Luke Wabba goes to his bedroom to get a bottle of

So, each of them had opportunity to kill the victim during the dinner. Except,

on the other hand, no one leaves the table for more than two to three

And they all returned dry as a bone.

Okay, so how did one of them manage to leave the dinner table, run down to the

beach, get themselves somehow out to sea 100 meters, drown Kira Mayhew... Then

come all the way back, dry off, before returning to the table in less than a

minutes. Well, that's just not possible.

Right, Sebastian.

I'll read the victim's notebook. You make a start listening to these tapes.

Focus on the ones recorded since the four suspects arrived.

These tapes are teeny tiny.

Look, they make me look like a giant.

Says the giant.

So, printed the victim's schedule the day of her murder.

Trust exercises in the morning.

Sounds fun.

Lunch. followed by one -to -one sessions in the afternoon with Stacey Walbert,

then Alistair Hartnell.

Inspector, I came to check in on the murder case.

The minister gets nervous when one of our resorts is hit by a crime. I'd like

reassure her it's in hand.

Yes, sir. We're currently working on the basis that one of the four residents

did it.

We just need to work out which one it was and how they did it and why.

So? Pretty much everything.

You look smart, sir.

Going somewhere tonight?

Yacht club.

Lobster night.

Lobster night, eh?

That's why you're looking so snappy.

You know, snappy.

Like claws.

No, no, no. Lobster claws. I get the joke, Inspector.

I just... Didn't find it very funny.

Enjoy your evenings.

You too, sir. Snappy. Like clothes, you know.

Now, I need to get this.

Hello, mate.

Excuse me, Commissioner.

Anton Doucette.

How long has it been since we last... Cross paths?

Or were you going to say... Crossed swords.

I hadn't decided before you got me off.

How can I help you, Mr. Bouchette?

Anton, please.

We're going to publish an article about you, Commissioner, and I want to give

you the right to respond.

Here is a draft copy of the piece.

Let me know when you're ready to talk.

Inspector!

That was your contact at the Met, wasn't it?

You know where Solomon is?

Palm Beach Hotel.

I'm coming with you.

What's it like?

It's something I could easily live without.

But once you have your own private jet, it's hard to give that up, you know?

I love it.

Ladies,

it's a fun night, right?

Solomon!

Mervyn! Oh, Francis Lee and you here, man.

I was just talking about you. Come, come, come, come, come.

Meet Tashel and Tashana.

This is my brother, would you believe? Mercy! We're half brothers.

Where's my stuff?

He stole from me and I want my things back.

I never stole anything.

He gets confused sometimes.

Had a bump to his head a few years back. Solomon!

I'm not joking around.

You get me my things now or I arrest you.

It's your choice.

Okay, man.

I understand.

Let me just...

Now you can add assault in the police office. It's a theft and breaking and

entering. Mervyn.

My brother, please don't do this to me.

I'm sorry, all right? I just... I really needed the money.

I'm in debt.

And it's the kind of person you don't much want to be in debt to.

I'm sorry I let you down. I just... I didn't know what else to do.

I just need my stuff back, sir.

24 hours.

Otherwise, I'm pressing charges. Do you understand?

Appreciate it, ma 'am.

So, we dusted the bingo ball for prints, sir, like you requested, but got

nothing from it.

Oh. Oh, well, worth a try, eh?

Right. What else we got? We've done background on both couples.

The Hartnells live in Islington in London.

He's a barrister. She runs a luxury interior design business.

Very Islington.

They did a brief spell of grief counselling with another therapist

their daughter died.

She was only 17.

Seems their marriage has been struggling ever since.

What about the Warbers?

Also live in London.

Luke works in finance, earns well.

Has been married to Stacey for three years.

I've been reading the victim's notes on both couples.

She records a lot after her sessions with them, especially on the dictaphone.

But it's okay.

Officer Rose is working on it.

Yes. Yes, I am. I am totally on top of it. So don't you worry, Inspector.

It seems the warbirds came out here because they've been having...

Intimacy issues.

It's been 18 months since they were last intimate with each other. When you say

intimate, you mean intimate. Yes.

And according to the notes, the issue is entirely on Luke's side. And in one of

their last sessions, Miss Mayhew got him to admit why he was like this.

Go on.

18 months ago, Luke was unfaithful. He had a one -night thing.

Naughty, naughty boy.

Mm -hmm.

With him wife's sister.

Cha -cha.

Oh, sorry, what?

Mm -hmm. And ever since he's been wracked with guilt and shame.

Boy, he's been a busy, busy man. I mean, that explains why he can't do the

business. Mm -hmm.

Now, Kira told him that he needs to confront it, that he can't ignore it

anymore.

She was suggesting he tell Stacy.

I think she knew their marriage couldn't move forward based on a betrayal like

that.

Is that what Keira Mayhew was referring to when she said... My instinct on this

is that a lie is being told.

So Luke killed her to silence her? Stop the truth coming out?

It's a cliche, isn't it?

Saying something is the biggest mistake of your life.

How did it happen?

I don't know. I just... People flirt, you know?

With Stacey, we go for a night out and the blokes swarm in.

I mean, you've seen her. She's gorgeous. She could have anyone if she wanted.

And what happened with me and Shell, her sister, it felt like I was... like I

was proving myself that I've still got it too, you know? But something in you

must have wanted to come clean because you admitted it to Kira Mayhew.

I thought she'd help.

In what way?

Absolve me of the guilt if I opened up?

I think that's a priest you're after. But all she said was that the marriage

couldn't survive if it was built on a betrayal like that.

She was normally so calm and measured, but with that... ..it really bothered

her. Like she wasn't going to let it go.

And that's what worried you?

Panicked you that she would tell Stacey herself?

And then you'd lose your gorgeous wife completely.

But you weren't going to let that happen. And that is why you murdered

Mayhew. No.

No.

That's why I've come to you. Because I know what it looks like.

But it wasn't me who killed her.

I swear to you.

All right.

That's all for now.

Inspector, post -mortem's in.

Confirms what we thought.

Water in the victim's lungs confirms she died due to drowning.

Finger marks on her shoulders and neck suggest she was forced under the water.

But how did the killer manage to do it? To leave from the dinner table here, run

down to the beach, drown Kira, then get back to the dinner table, seemingly with

not a spot of water on them.

And in just a few minutes.

And how does this figure into all of this?

Why was it at our crime scene?

You do know things get washed up on beaches all the time.

Yeah, but a bingo ball... Officer Rose.

Officer Rose.

Officer Rose!

Huh? Have you made any progress with the tapes yet?

No progress as such, but I assure you, when I get something, you'll be the

to know.

Inspector, I just spoke with the victim's mum, Sandra.

Go on. To this day, her mum doesn't know why Kira left the UK.

She didn't just want to change the scene?

No, it was totally out of the blue.

Overnight, Kira left her fiancé, announced that she was setting up a

abroad, never even kept in touch with any of her friends.

So it got me thinking.

Could Kira Mayhew's murder be connected to something that happened back in the

UK?

Hmm.

Also, sir, Kira's mum spoke with her just before that swim while she was

down to the beach.

And she's... Officer Rose, see what's going on out there, will you?

Anyway, she said Kira seemed distracted, distant even. Her mum said it was

like she wasn't even present.

Inspector, some big -headed brother in a sports car is asking for you.

So, you got my stuff then?

Not in a physical sense, no.

What's that supposed to mean?

Been a busy day.

Bit of business here, bit of business there. Always somewhere I got to be in

Solomon Land.

What? And know who has your things, so... Jump in, and

let's go get them.

So this is where all my stuff is.

Nice.

Murata, just the nets, please.

You ever come across that?

No, funnily enough.

She's the kind of person you go to if you have some things that maybe other

people may be letting. So she fends for stolen goods?

Not for me to put a label on what. So that's a yes.

Well, have you reunited with your stuff in no time?

She's a very amenable woman.

Who is it?

Myrtle? It's Solomon Clark, remember me?

Got my brother here with me.

It was his stuff I sold you and we were wondering if we could get it back.

No.

Myrtle! Honey!

Don't you honey me, monster!

She's a lot more vexed than I remember her being before.

Myrtle! I'm going to cut to the chase.

You are currently in possession of items illegally taken from my home.

Myrtle!

Think she's tinkin' about it?

What the... What's she doing that for?

Where is this stuff?

It sits in my eyes.

It's burning.

Hot sauce.

Why did you pour hot sauce over me?

I don't know, man.

But it got at me.

Kind of funny.

Martin, are we a play or not? How much hot sauce has she got? Why has she got

much of it? I think it's some bootleg tea she's got going on. And if that's

central packing, then I will set Tiberius on you.

Who's Tiberius?

Feels like we've come at a bad time.

Maybe we should come back another day.

They're threatening to publish this article.

Doesn't hold back, does it?

After everything I've done for this island, this is the thanks I receive.

And the fact that Anton Rousset is sharpening the knives is of no surprise

me.

You and he have... History? Because I have no respect for this gossip

rag. This isn't journalism.

This is attention -rubbing rhetoric.

What?

This island petitioned to get you your job back.

And you walked away without any explanation, like you didn't care.

And now, months later, you come back as if... Nothing happened.

I do care.

You know that.

But others don't.

All they know is that the commissioner of police abandoned them.

It's up to you to change their minds.

Oh, my eyes won't stop singing, man. Tell me about it.

The sun should go down into my trousers.

I'm telling you, Marvin.

There's hot sauce in place. This hot sauce is not supposed to go on my oven,

man.

That's some mighty fiery sauce my husband's cooking up.

I mean, look at us. We're covered in this stuff.

Like a couple of chicken wings.

You're a liability, Saul.

You know that?

My life has been turned upside down since you came into it.

Yeah, I kind of have that effect.

I can't live like that, man.

I'm a detective inspector.

Do you understand that?

And I need my clothes back.

And I need to not be chasing around after you.

This is not how I...

I'm

sorry, man.

Oh, hey, Sarge.

Yeah, all right there, Usain Bolt.

Yeah, just, um, yeah.

What are you doing here?

Been having drinks with a friend from Jamaica.

I was just on my way home when I see the lights are on, and I realized Officer

Rose is working late.

Why is Officer Rose working late? I'm asking myself.

Yeah, just, um, going through these tapes.

Still, still on these tapes.

And which one you on now, then?

Tape number two.

Two? Tape two?

Is that all?

I'm sorry, Sarge. It's just every time I start listening, my mind just wanders

somewhere else. Then I start thinking about other things.

So then I rewind the tape to the beginning, but then the same thing

over again.

It's... It's just... my

brain, you know?

Can get a bit fidgety sometimes.

Like, I know what I'm meant to be doing, and I intentionally try to do it, but

my mind just does its own thing.

I just want to finish this.

Hmm.

All right.

How about we go through this together, you and me?

You sure, Sarge?

I know if it was me here needing assistance,

you would do exactly the same thing, right?

No.

I'm just joking. Of course I would. No question.

So there you go, then.

All right. Let's do the thing.

So, you have a good time with your friend?

Oh, it was cool, you know.

Yeah? Not to hear all the gossip going on back in Kingston.

You know, you never did tell me why you left Jamaica.

I left because of a guy I was seeing.

Things got complicated between us, and, um...

I just realized the best thing that I could do was just to turn and walk away.

Good morning, Isaac.

Good morning. Good morning, Clarence. Morning.

How was the catch this morning?

So -so. So -so? Let me look. Let me look. Let me see.

Okay,

I want that one there. That big one.

Good morning, Sarge.

Morning. Morning.

Inspector!

I'm here!

We got your message.

So, I was doing a bit of nosing around the old place, and bingo, literally. Oh,

so that's where it came from.

Yeah, apparently this place used to be a resort for the over -60s, so this must

have been here since then.

OK. So, how do you explain one of those bingo balls ending up on the same beach

as our crime scene?

Well... It didn't magic itself there, did it?

Somebody must have taken it from this.

So we're going to have to dust it for prints.

I could do that for you, sir.

Nice one.

How about you two? You got something?

So, the tapes Kira and me who recorded over the last week, there was ten hours

of it.

And throughout it all, when she talks about Alistair and Margot Hartnell, she

doesn't once mention they lost a daughter.

She was only 17.

Seems their marriage has been struggling ever since.

Which was kind of odd, right?

So we did some digging.

Their daughter Charlotte was killed in a car accident, a hit and run.

But the person who did it was never found.

All that was known was that it was a female driver.

Only, the hit and run happened outside the family home in Islington.

Kira Mayhew's practice was just over a mile away.

Also, it happened on the 1st of April, 2021.

And Kira Mayhew, she moved over here six weeks later.

Is it possible that that's what it was?

Kira was behind a car accident.

That's good work. A pair of you. Well done.

You go and get that dusted and we're going to talk to the heart knows.

So who's going to hold this then?

We didn't come here because we suspected Keira Mayhew was a woman who killed our

daughter. We came in a last -ditch attempt to save our marriage.

Truly, we did.

Then why did you never mention to Miss Mayhew the fact that you lost your

daughter? By your own admission, your relationship problem started five years

ago. The same time.

We didn't talk about it with her.

Because we never talk about it. It's easier if we don't.

I'll go try to bless her. Or you do, you know, to try to get me to open up. But

I just can't bear it.

I don't want to lose her. I want to fix our marriage. But I can't if I have to

turn all that up again.

I'm just not strong enough. It's alright, my love.

If the Hartnells didn't come here for revenge, then the question still

why did Keira Mayhew leave London five years ago? What happened to make her

suddenly up sticks and move to the other side of the world?

Please give me a call when you get this.

Just let me know you're okay.

It's her.

It's Stacey. I think she's had a meltdown.

I haven't seen her since yesterday.

I think she knew. I think Keira told her about me and her sister.

Mishnah, everything all right?

We'll look into it.

I saw she was upset, crying, so I went over.

As soon as she said she was staying at the conference retreat, I called you.

Couldn't get much from her, except she didn't want me to phone her husband.

Yeah. Well, that's hardly surprising.

Sir, maybe I should take this one.

Everyone knows, don't they?

Only us.

May I?

Can you tell me when you found out, Mrs. Warburg?

Thursday night.

I went to get some air on the beach and Kira was there.

She'd been drinking.

She'd not seen it like that.

She'd always been so composed.

She could hardly stand up, so...

I helped her back to her bungalow.

She was sort of rambling.

Talking about some guy who had betrayed her back in England before she moved

here.

I'd been cheating on her.

I got her home and put her on the couch.

And she looked me in the eyes and spoke to me.

Oh, Stacey.

Like it really mattered. Don't be like me.

Don't, Stacey.

There was just something in the way she'd said it.

And I knew she'd had a one -to -one session with Luke that day and maybe...

Whatever he'd said had, like, triggered her.

It reminded her of her own betrayal. That's why she was drunk.

So when she was asleep, I saw her notebook.

I felt sick.

Couldn't even process it.

Couldn't even breathe.

So I just pretended I didn't know.

Stacey, you've been through a lot.

in the last couple of days.

If you were in denial, if Kira was pressing you to confront what you'd

out... No. No, I didn't.

I admit there was all this pent -up stuff inside me, but I didn't kill Kira.

I swear.

All right.

Well... Thank you for talking with me, Mr Shaw.

What did the ex -boyfriend have to say for himself?

The ex -fiancee, the affair he was having had been going on for three whole

years behind Kira's back when she found out.

Wow, that must have floored her.

I mean, her job is to provide relationship advice, and all the time

blind to a three -year -long deception.

Explains why she suddenly opts and left for another country.

And why Luke's betrayal triggered her so much.

And why she had one or three over the limit.

But it still doesn't explain why she was murdered three nights ago.

Inspector Diaz -Thomas, I think we got something.

Patrick Campbell, therapist.

Consultation fee, $150.

He's based in Guadalupe.

Specializes in hypnotherapy.

Kira calls him Friday afternoon, asking for advice.

He offered to share their conversation as part of our investigation.

On what?

She said a client of hers, Margo Hartnell, had just opened up to her and

struggling with the memory of an event of her recent past because she had

completely blocked it out, which apparently is not uncommon for people

with traumatic experiences.

And according to Mr. Campbell, it's a pretty unorthodox approach for Kira to

resort to hypnotherapy so early on in the process, but she was convinced it

necessary. So this forgotten memory, do we know what it's to do with?

The night their daughter was killed in a hit -and -run five years ago.

Mrs. Hartnell does not remember a thing about it.

But ever since, she's been growing this feeling of guilt, you know? Like maybe

she might have done something bad that night.

Wait, you don't mean... All that was known was that it was a female

driver.

Well, Mrs Hartnell wanted it all off the record.

That's why there was nothing in her notes or recordings.

Right, we need to talk to Mrs Hartnell and that therapist. We need him here

sharpish. Come on.

Well, at first it was just guilt, I felt.

Our grief counsellor said it was normal as a parent to feel a sense of

responsibility.

Look, whatever I did five years ago, I want the truth to come out.

If you think I killed Keira Mayhew because...

I wanted to stop that happening, you're wrong. She arranged for me to have

hypnotherapy today.

Well, that can still happen, Mrs Hartnell.

We've arranged for a hypnotherapist to speak with you, if you feel you're able.

Inspector!

If you wouldn't mind going with Sergeant Fletcher?

Yeah.

I guess all we can do now is wait.

We're back to the bingo ball.

Inspector! Sarge.

Just got back from dusting off the bingo ball machine for print.

Unfortunately, nothing.

What's up with the inspector?

Am I right?

Inspector!

Everything all right, sir? You've got something?

Sir, what are you doing?

It's a little experiment.

Do bingo balls float?

The bingo ball floats.

Okay, so, why take it out of the bingo ball cage thingy?

And bring it to the sea, to the water's edge.

Was it just to see if it floats?

Or maybe it's to see where it goes.

In which case, so how did one of them manage to leave the dinner table?

Run down to the beach, somehow get themselves 100 meters out of the sea,

Kira Mayhew.

None of them left the table for more than two to three minutes at a time.

And was that a regular thing, her going for a swim at that time?

Like, most evenings.

She said Kira seemed distracted.

Of course!

That's why you were there, you little beauty!

OK, I need to speak to a fisherman or an oceanographer, ologist type of person,

basically anyone who knows the currents in this bay.

Dear Thomas, I need a toxicology report done on Kira Mayhew.

Officer Rose, I need you to collect some evidence from her office.

But you know who did it.

I do.

And I know how they managed to drown Kira Mayhew 100 metres out at sea

even stepping a foot in the water.

Come on!

For those wondering why Margot Hartnell isn't here with us, it's because she's

currently with a hypnotherapist, doing what she was always supposed to be doing

today, trying to recover a buried memory of what really happened five years ago,

the night her daughter died.

Why am I telling you this?

Because Margot's therapy sessions were meant to be conducted by Keira Mayhew

until somebody tried to stop the truth from coming out by murdering her.

Mr Hartnell.

Me? I did no such thing.

Oh, but you did.

I know you did.

But how? I was at dinner when it happened.

On dry, bloody land.

Yeah, you were.

Which is why it was so clever of you.

But now that I've got a better understanding of what's gone on, I

created a small window of opportunity in which to commit murder.

But not 100 metres out at sea.

You drowned Kira Mayhew right outside your own bungalow.

Because from the very start of this case, we've worked on the assumption

Miss Mayhew's body was discovered 100 metres out at sea in a straight line

where she swam, that's where she was drowned.

But what if actually when Miss Mayhew went for her evening dip, she preferred

swim along the shore rather than out from it?

That would mean she'd have to swim past your bungalow farther along the beach.

And that would give you opportunity to commit murder.

But when?

I told you I was at dinner when it happened.

Yeah, we have security camera footage that shows you leaving the dinner table

get your glasses at 18 minutes past seven.

I was gone, what, a couple of minutes? Three minutes at the most.

You're not seriously suggesting I was able to physically drown a fit and

woman in that time without getting soaked in water?

Yeah. Sounds impossible, right?

But I don't think Miss Mayhew was as fit and healthy as she might normally be.

I believe you sedated her.

We know that your wife uses sleeping pills.

None of us been to bed and I took a sleeping pill.

And we also know that you were the last person to have a one -to -one session

with Miss Mayhew that day at 5pm.

One -to -one sessions in the afternoon with Stacey Warber, then Alistair

Hartnell.

And while there, we believe you spiked her drink

when she wasn't looking.

We didn't believe Kira was drugged because the finger marks on her neck

suggested she was held down by force and drowned.

We're awaiting the toxicology report and results from the glass Kira drank from.

And I've no doubt we'll get confirmation that there were significant traces of

sleeping pills in her system.

And so, while Miss May he was swimming, she suddenly felt drowsy and swam

ashore.

When you returned to your bungalow under the pretense of getting your glasses,

you ran down to the beach where Miss May, he was lying unconscious on the

And then you did two things.

First, you grabbed her neck and shoulders, making sure to leave bruises

would look like someone had strangled her and forced her under the water.

Before moving her into the sea for her to be carried away.

making sure that she was face down so that still unconscious, her lungs would

fill with water.

It took less than a minute.

All you had to do now was hurry back to the dinner table and leave Kira to drown

and let the sea do the rest of the work for you.

We checked with a local oceanologist at the university and the current in this

bay moved in a north -westerly direction, which means...

it would have carried Miss Mayhew's body diagonally, taking her from your

bungalow here to where her body was discovered here. And with her clothes

left on the beach here, we'd all assume she swam in a straight line.

Now, you had no idea where the currents would take here his body. So, you had to

test it first, didn't you?

You went and found this.

And you threw it into the sea to observe which route it took, which was

conveniently in a north -westerly direction, from your bungalow directly

where Kira began her nightly swim. And that's when your plan finally came

together.

Kira's body was found still at sea, not long after she drowned.

But this ball, left overnight, ended up washing up ashore.

And that was your undoing. But why would you do this to her?

Because he didn't want Keira to help his wife remember.

Remember what?

What he did.

I remember, Alistair.

I remember all of it.

All the horror of it.

You rushing in and telling me someone had hurt our little girl.

And I remember the ambulance and the police and the shock and the pain.

And I remember you coming in and holding me in tears,

shaking.

It was heartbroken.

And I remember in that moment.

The smell of alcohol on your breath.

And I remember coming back inside and seeing

you.

I checked the original case file, Mr Hartnell, and the phone call to the

in which the hit -and -run driver was described as female...

Came from an anonymous caller.

That was you, wasn't it?

Trying to direct suspicion away from yourself.

Who could have loved him?

Alistair Hartnell.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Kira Mayhew.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned something you later rely on in court.

I never want to see you ever again.

Well, well. Good evening to you both.

Good evening.

Catherine, we spoke at Mary and Edward's charity barbecue, I think.

I don't remember.

I certainly enjoyed our little chat.

Commissioner, can I get you a rum? That won't be necessary. This won't take that

long. Think I'll have one, Catherine, if you wouldn't mind.

I appreciate you giving me an advance copy of the article.

Here is my written statement in response.

Saying... I agree with every single word you've written.

Sorry? After receiving some sage advice from my good friend here, as I say in my

statement, it hurt to think that the bond I had forged with this island...

had been broken, but the circumstances were of my own making. So I will be the

one to fix it. And how will you do that? As of tomorrow, I will be commencing an

initiative with my team and with a little help from the island's mayor, an

initiative to strengthen our relationship with the community.

So if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Good evening.

Well, he just killed my article, didn't he?

With one single shot.

I think he maybe just has.

Enjoy your meal.

Sorry, mate. That's my hat.

Hey, Sol.

Look, I just got home and I saw you brought all my stuff back.

Uh, yeah, no.

Weren't the old Solomon Clark magic?

Yeah, well, I just wanted to say thank you.

Did you have to give Myrtle her money back?

I mean, you're not indebted, are you?

Ah, don't worry yourself.

Anyway, man, got to get the boat back to Antigua.

Got some business over there that needs attending to. Of course you have.

I mean, there's always something going on in Solomonland, right?

You said it.

Um, look, uh...

What about us now?

I mean, what do we do next?

I don't know, man.

Like you said, I am trouble.

A detective doesn't need that in his life. So, I didn't mean... Maybe I

shouldn't have said that. No disrespect to you, bro, but ain't much good to me

having a police officer around.

Got a reputation to keep.

Yeah, yeah, no, I totally understand.

Look, man.

We tried this and... Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, you know?

Look after yourself, brother.

Yeah, you too.

Look, Solomon, I...

Yeah!

Hello,

neighbor. Quiet morning.

What?

Henry Ashby moved to St. Marie ten years ago. Henry was definitely mixed up in

something murky. The victim's copy of this book was missing from his

So, where is it? I need to reassure you that this island still matters to me.

Why did a detective not bother showing up?

Why was your moped seen outside the victim's villa up in the hills?

Did you ever catch them, Inspector? I'd sleep much better knowing you did. It

wasn't me!