All language subtitles for Halál a Paradicsomban 15x03 gépi

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Morning,

Henry. Sorry to disturb.

Fleur wants it all clear.

You know those parakeet flowers of
yours?

Mm -hmm. 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?

Well, they do best in parcel 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, neighbor.

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 mule... upon me. I must...

Fancy a cold glass of homemade lemonade?

I'd kill for one.

I think it came from down there.

Did it come from Henry?

Henry! Henry!

I hope you don't... Henry!

Henry!

Henry?

No!

Who did this?

Feet down.

Relax your faces.

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

You create it.

Okay?

You're really into this.

This 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?

like you stepped on the sea urchin, more
like you just heard the rums 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 prime 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

to turn up for a team photograph?

He better make it to the launch.

This evening.

Um, 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 St. 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

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.

Oh, 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.

That feel like I've seen it somewhere
before.

Yeah, it's Pegasus.

Oh, the flying horse mutant thing.
Something like that. And the bloke

is Bellerophon. He's part of the
parachute regiment in Sigmir.

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,

usually start at the last page first.

Know what I mean?

Swerve the sad endings.

Hang on.

There's one missing.

This section is Charles Dickens' novels.

Pickwick Papers, Our Mutual Friend David
Copperfield, etc.

There's one missing.

Which one is it?

I think he's tired of two cities.

Yeah, he's definitely tired 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.

Maybe.

Nothing in the bedroom, sir.

I was checking 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 ties 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 at working dates. From my
studio, I can see Henry's.

Someone was outside.

lurking, peering through his windows.

At first I thought maybe it was the
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
St Marie, right?

Anyone else ever stop by?

Not that I know of.

Flo's right.

Mr. Asby wasn't much for company.

For footbooks.

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

Tailor -toothed 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 a good
record, you know.

Bottom line.

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

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, um... Look, I didn't shoot anyone.

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

Right. OK.

So I may have driven past that house
last night, but only because I took a

turn. I was looking for a property, a
villa that I'd seen online, and I

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, well, I'm

looking to buy out here.

Remote accounting, less stress.

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

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?

Why, in 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 confirmed that they
spoke at 15 .30 UK time, which is 10 .30

here. They spoke for five minutes, and
it all tallies with the call of

It has to be Craig that shot Henry
Ashby.

His clothing was identified, and the
bike, and he was outside Henry's the

before.

And you saw what it was like at the
villa. It was all over the place. But he

an alibi for the time of the murder,
sir. So if it was him, then how did he

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 location, secret

handshake. Exploding pen.

His military records came in.

Henry rose to the rank quickly before a
voluntary discharge 15 years ago.

Then, nothing.

No paper trail, no fixed address.

Vanished. Until...

St. Marie.

What about his phone?

Zero phone calls.

The man had nobody checking in.

I mean, it's like you 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?

Duck. Living off -grid with serious
money behind him. Makes you wonder who

what was he running from.

I've got a mate in Organized 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 lounge. Ready, sir?

I'll catch you up. I've got this phone
call to make first.

Okay.

See you there.

Don't be late.

You know, Commissioner asked us to say a
few words about what St. 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 favorite
places to fill your belly.

Okay.

Do you think that's quite what the
Commissioner... Hmm?

You know what?

That is perfect.

Big crowds.

It tends to happen when you're off a few
snacks.

The inspector's cutting it fine.

We want to be in his booth when he
arrives.

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

What a wonderful cause.

If only every idea came together so
smoothly.

I should have escorted him here myself.

Marvin made a commitment, no?

Focus on your pinch.

And at number two, we have the grill
bar.

You know the one with the sweet, sweet
curry goat? The one where the chef sings

love songs as he cooks.

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

Thank you. Thank you for that
enthusiasm.

Officer rules.

And thank you.

for coming, everyone.

Tonight is a new beginning.

Since returning to St. 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.

No answer.

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?

Um... Well... Um... Um, actually,

Commissioner, um, can I take this one?

D .I. 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 realized the

time.

But that's because he cares about his
work. All of us standing here care so

about what we do.

It's not just about solving crime.

It's about doing it right.

And that's why we show up.

Because it's not just what we do, it's
who we are.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Well done.

Next question.

For two Sgt. Thomas, Sebastianette.

Look. Look who arrives just in time for
the clean -up. Look, I'm late. I know.

The good news is there's no more
speeches, but the bad news, no more

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

I mean, I should have worked this out
before.

Worked out what?

He was a spy.

Now, Officer Rose, Henry Ashby was a
professional hitman.

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

here? Yes.

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...

I made my expectations very clear.

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

You might also offer thanks to D .S.
Thomas, who covered for your absence

great aplomb.

Thank you, D .S. Thomas.

Right, are we done?

No. You will make amends with some
community outreach work.

This is Desiree.

One of our more senior residents was in
attendance last night. She told me she

was in need of a little police
assistance.

I said I would pay her a visit.

That is her address.

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.

Yes, Thomas was updating me.

Your victim is a hitman.

Yeah, organised crime linked Henry Ashby
to a shelved cave.

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 non -existent. I went

the victim's bank statements,
Commissioner.

There were years of large cash deposits.

No employer, just drafts.

Why did they never catch him? I expect
because 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.

Look, I... Still feel like I've seen
that tattoo somewhere before, you know.

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 -breaking gone wrong.

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

Two robberies, two deaths, same M .O.

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

Dead.

They were trying to scare me.

Who all?

Loan sharks.

I started gambling and told myself I
could get it out of control, but I owed

much money.

And they were starting to hound me. And
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.

A 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 St.
Marie.

How did you find Henry?

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

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

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. Okay, 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

video. Although I did briefly get
sidetracked by this chicken -wearing

Please, bring it around the bush some
more, Officer Rose.

Sir, that tattoo.

You know how I thought I recognized 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 rogue cameras along the way.

We should also look into who else knew
Henry. Mm -hm. Got it.

Police are going to want to talk to me.

But I don't want him to worry.

Feel 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 prawn.

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

Captain Crustacean's firecracker prawn.

But thank you.

But if you want real flavor, ooh, you
got to go to Old Man Baptiste behind the

cricket ground. My father used to take
us after school. Baptiste had this

marinade.

Legendary. All right, take your time.

Bye, Steve.

Oh, are you okay?

I'm all right.

If what, he will make it to Old Man
Baptiste before he shows.

We 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 okay, sir. I, uh... I know you're
maybe not feeling like yourself

at the moment.

Yeah, well, um... It's, uh, it's not
been the best few weeks.

Finding that brother, then him going
away again.

But, you know, mate, I don't let those
things get to me, 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 fertilizer.

Hush money.

Maybe. But the payment 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 bobby, 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... He's my son.

Rio.

He was diagnosed with Hodgkin's
lymphoma.

I called it early, but he still turned
everything upside down.

The bill, 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 it 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 kids' health care?

I mean, for a man who killed for a
living, he seemed to suddenly find a

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.

What?

It was a few weeks ago.

Fleur is pretty out of it.

I tried to help her out with the sun
and... Men like him always think they

get away with it. She started muttering
about Henry.

She wasn't making a lot of sense.

I doubt she meant anything by it.

But it's been playing on my mind.

there was a shortcut along Fisherman's
Way.

I'm pretty sure you brought the stone
barrier.

No.

No?

Thank you for the memories.

Oh, I'll never know if he lived up to
his hype.

Sorry, Sarge. Makes me realise how long
I've been away from St. Mary.

Come back expecting everything to be the
same.

But things change, right?

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

No.

I couldn't stay in Jamaica anymore.

It was right to leave.

Do you miss him?

Your ex?

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 that he's not
much of an art collector.

Please, they're fragile.

Like your relationship with Henry?

Yeah, your gardener told us about your
drunken threats.

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, detective, 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 real 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.

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

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 realized, 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,

et cetera, et cetera.

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

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?

What's he been into again?

Where'd him 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.

Inspector!

At Mrs Desiree's gate, a bit back.

Ah.

So... Spent half the night... Going
through Henry's laptop. He was

Fleur. Social media, old exhibitions,
personal records.

It 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 moved 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, 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 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 St. Marie,
casually moved in next door and then

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 this? Of course I
wanted him to pay.

To see the shame in his eyes when he
realized I knew who he was, what he'd

But I never got the chance.

I didn't kill him.

Lucy's husband is out here, too.

Craig's on St. Marie.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

You two turning up on the same island.

You knew he was here.

Okay, um...

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.

But 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 left top. 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.

Officer Rose, you be Craig, just there.

And Sergeant Fletcher, you be the
vendor.

Right. Phone.

OK, go. Yes, bro.

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 your 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 by us. 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 they want
us to believe you.

Okay, yes.

I haven't been telling the truth, but...

Come on, please. You have to give me one
more chance.

30 seconds.

OK.

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 then I heard a gunshot, OK? And I
thought he'd seen me. I thought maybe he

was shooting at me.

But I didn't stick around to find out. I
got on the moped and I went away 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

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.

Because 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 bookshelf. And it

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...
Look.

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?

Trying to scare me.

Who was?

Lonesome. I'd started gambling, and I
owed so much money, and they were

to hound me.

My son, Rio, he was diagnosed with
Hodgkin's lymphoma.

So then Henry started helping, paying
for treatment, wouldn't take no for an

answer. If I have to read a book, I
usually start at the last page first, so

have to start ending.

Which would mean... You worked it out.

I have.

And if I'm right about all this...

In a funny way, the answer's 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, yeah?

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

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,
recognized 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 St. 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 St. Marie.

Henry was on to 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 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 sculpted 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.

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 gathered mud from the garden.

Before firing a second gunshot at 10 .30
from your kitchen, breaking a plant pot

and creating a false time of death.

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.

Her 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 a real victim here.

And it's just as I suspected.

I spent my life following orders, but
this one was the cruelest.

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 said.

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
hitman, to stage a botched armed robbery

so you could cash in your wife's life
insurance and pay off your gambling

Fleur, I assume you held on to these?

The book?

The gun?

Was 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

having to admit you and Craig planned to
kill Henry.

So, yeah.

This confession will ensure Craig
finally faces the murder charges for

friend.

However, I'm afraid your attempt to
pervert the course of justice can't be

overlooked.

Craig Finnock, I'm arresting you for
conspiracies and murder.

She loved you, and you sentenced her to
death.

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

As soon as Mervyn arrives, we'll be
ready to go.

Dare I ask?

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

Sir Sarge, I did some digging and asking
around.

I got you this.

Old Man Baptiste's secret recipe.

As much as anyone could remember.

Thank you.

Thought you might want to taste the
home, you know.

I just need to learn how to cook now.

Now this will really burn your eyebrows
off your face.

Sorry. Sorry.

Better late than never, Marvin.

Go and stand beside the commissioner.

Sorry I'm late, Commissioner.

I had a visitor.

Mrs. Desiree dropped by.

She made me a cake.

Locking 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.

But you're not helping right now. Not
one person is who I thought they were.

I never thought you would be one of
them.