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SOLOMON: Got to get the boat back to Antigua.

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

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

Still haven't heard from your brother?

You know what? I think he's actually ignoring my calls.

I keep thinking about how things were between us,

you know, when we last saw each other.

Then maybe you should go visit him in Antigua.

I'm actually taking your advice, as it goes.

I'm going to see Sol.

I don't even know if he wants to see me,

but, hey, what's the worst that can happen?

DS Thomas?

I think something has happened to the Inspector.

You!

MUSIC: The Tide Is High by The Paragons

Do you need help finding something?

No, thanks. You're all right.

You look like you could do with a boost, my friend.

Captain Juicy's Boom Juice!

Celia! Boom Juice.

Get your eight a day in one delicious fruity hit.

Eight? I thought there was only five.

Not anymore. Pineapple juice.

I promise you'll never taste pineapple sweeter

than the black pineapple grown right here on Antigua.

Go on, then.

Mm.

Actually, that's pretty good, to be fair.

I'm a man of my word.

$10.

Oh, you couldn't tell me where I can get a taxi, could you?

Just at the end of the road. You enjoy the rest of your day now.

Thank you. Cheers, mate. Take care.

He's not at the house,

but a neighbour said try this place down at the harbour.

Oh, and there he is. Sol!

Sol!

Morning, boys.

Um, any chance I could borrow your scooter?

What are you up to, Sol?

TWIGS CRACK

THUNK

Captain Juicy.

Hello?

Hello?

Captain Juicy's Boom Juice!

NAOMI: Inspector? We've got a situation.

THUMP

Inspector?

Inspector, are you there? Can you hear me?

MERVIN GROANS

What the hell's going on?

You!

Solomon... Untie me.

Sorry, man, no can do. What?

Not yet, anyway. Why not?

Solomon, what is happening here?

Don't ask me. I got here literally minutes -

no, seconds before you.

Opportunity going on with, er...that guy over there.

Captain Juicy. How do you know Lester?

What is he doing dead on the floor?

You tell me. You are the detective.

What was this opportunity?

Investing in his juice business.

I get here to sign the papers

and there he is on the floor, dead.

Blood gives me the heebies, so I'm making tracks.

And then I see you going in there,

so I follow you and...

You crack me over the head and you tie me up.

I panicked.

I didn't want you thinking I had something to do with it.

A tad extreme, wouldn't you say?

Maybe, but I just needed a chance to explain myself properly.

HE GRUNTS Mervin. Mervin...

..I promise I'll untie you

if you just agree to leave this to the Antiguan police.

Sorry, I can't do that, I'm afraid.

Why you always got to be so difficult?

There's three glasses of rum on that table.

I know one of them's yours. How?

Twist of orange. Coincidence.

And there was a gun on the floor. Where's the gun now?

I hid it for safety. Why didn't the killer take it with him?

A bit sloppy, wouldn't you say?

Maybe it was his first time. Whose was that third glass?

You've had a knock to your head. You need to see a doctor.

What have you got yourself into, Solomon?

This has nothing to do with me!

All I know for sure is

this place is not safe.

The killer could still be here.

TWIGS SNAP

Any luck getting through?

It's still going to voicemail,

but we'll keep trying, and I'll let you know.

All right.

OK, they've arrived.

You take Solomon. I'll take the Inspector.

I want financials, phone records, anything that could...

..get us their last location.

Hello? Hey? Mister?

You on a likkle space trip or what?

Hey. Huh?

Sorry. It's just...

Antigua's big, you know, like 281km kind of big.

I mean, it's madness. How are we ever going to find him?

We don't know nothing about the island.

Look, I know that this seems like a lot right now, OK?

But my Granny Fletcher always used to say,

"You can't focus on what you don't know."

All right? You focus on what you can do.

Mm. OK?

We'll take it step by step.

Cool.

Step by step, Sarge.

OK. Phone records, Officer Rose.

HE EXHALES

Selwyn called me.

I've cancelled all my meetings,

and I'm here to help in any way I can.

Well, we appreciate that, Catherine.

We could really do with the extra womanpower today.

OK, we're on comms. Can you keep trying

the Inspector's phone just in case he picks up?

Of course. All right.

Let's get moving, team.

It's a strange place to meet

to discuss juice sales, don't you think?

Remote. No-one around.

Unless that's not what you were discussing, of course.

Here's what I think.

That rock on the table -

it looks like uncut diamonds embedded in it.

Your man over there is married.

Try it.

I've seen his wedding ring.

Nothing says "I love you" like a big, shiny diamond.

That was your mistake, wasn't it?

Uncut diamonds are known to be dull in appearance.

No lustre.

You can see those sparkling a mile off.

That's it, isn't it?

You were ripping Lester off, weren't you?

He rumbled you, things got heated, and then you shot him.

Fine.

It was a con.

But it wasn't me that did that.

You want to tell me who that third glass belongs to now?

Solomon!

Who else was here?

SELWYN: Why are we waiting?

Where is she? What could she be doing?

HE SIGHS

What's the matter?

We wouldn't even be here if I hadn't told the Inspector to come.

You were only trying to help.

Well, maybe I need to stop doing that, sir.

Commissioner Patterson!

What an honour.

And DS...

What's your name again? Naom...

I heard you were back. What happened?

Tired of the golf course?

What's your cap? We should play some time.

Why are you here, Mr Fox?

Well...long story.

Busy?

Give us the short version, please.

Oh!

There it is, that cheeky little sense of humour.

I love it.

So... Hold on.

Patricia! Bring my guests some coffee and johnny cakes.

And make it speedy this time, OK?

DIAL TONE

She hung up.

We're working on our efficiency.

So, yes, the, um... HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

The hiccup with the Inspector's mother's case.

Hiccup?!

You almost let a murderer walk free.

Key word almost.

Understandably, I was not the flavour of the month.

Anyway, the Chief thought I could hone my skills

from the ground up. So here I am.

Officer in training.

Hence the uniform.

Lucky blue is my colour.

So, my partner tells me

the Inspector's gone AWOL here in Antigua.

We'll need full support. Circulate his photo

to all patrol cars... Hold on.

You'll need the appropriate permissions in place.

SELWYN CLEARS HIS THROAT Can't operate without them.

Question of jurisdiction.

If you could wait in reception, please.

Officer Curtis.

Question of jurisdiction! SHE SCOFFS

Yeah, right. PHONE CHIMES

Solomon's last transaction was on a credit card

at a bar called Little Nan's, down by the harbour.

Come on. Er, sir, the permit?

Sometimes it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

You know those little birds that peck at a crocodile's teeth?

Well, that's me. Peck, peck, peck, peck.

Small fry.

The glass belongs to a man called Cheech.

He's a professional.

A few weeks ago, we met at this restaurant, Little Nan's.

Cheech wanted help with a grift.

There's this fancy beach club along the coast.

Oh, lovely. Yep. Don't skimp on the champagne.

Lester and his wife are new members.

You are too kind, Charlie.

Lester's nice, but a real dope.

So Cheech gets friendly, starts to build trust.

Cheech, he senses a problem between Lester and his wife.

One night, he says he can get them a deal

on a diamond for their anniversary.

We're talking serious money.

Introduces me as Gus Anderson, his contact.

Fast-forward to today.

Nothing sweeter than doing good business.

Lester's looking at the gem.

We're starting to negotiate the price.

Then Lester notices something.

He gets up.

We have a problem here.

Shouting at Cheech.

This is a fake.

"This diamond's a fake,

"just like you, and I'm going to report you to the police."

I'm reporting you to the police!

Cheech says, "That's not going to happen."

Can't let you do that.

Then he pulls out the gun and...

GUNSHOT ..bang.

Want my advice, no fee?

Let's get out of here, man. Morning, chaps.

Solomon, not going to introduce us, hmm?

So you must be...

Charlie McCarthy. Oh.

Cheech to my friends.

Thought you were one of them, but seems I was mistaken.

Oh! Give him a prod and he falls to pieces.

Yeah.

Accusing me of the very worst crime.

That's what happened, man. Is it? Really?

I heard your little story. Absolute twaddle.

So you were hiding outside all this time?

Well, in the vain hope Sol would convince you to go.

It seems he can't be trusted.

What do you think, Merv? Can I call you Merv?

I'd rather you didn't.

Cos Sol here tells me you're a detective. What's your take?

Well... HE CLEARS THROAT

..it could all be true.

The one detail that's niggling me, though...

Mr McCarthy, you're right-handed, correct?

Last time I checked.

Sol, you said this guy brought the gun.

Well, why would he have a left-handed gun?

How could you possibly know that?

Ejection port on the left-hand side of the gun.

Stops the casings hitting you in the eye.

Lester is the only person here that's left-handed.

Try it. Go on, then.

So that gun must have been Lester's.

It was made up. It was a story.

Bravo, old chap.

You certainly had your vitamins when you were growing up.

Why, Sol?

Why would you lie?

Unless you're covering up...

..for your guilt. Exactly.

I am no saint,

but I would never kill someone.

The person who did it is sitting right there. No, no, no.

Innocent as the day I was brought into this cold world

bawling for my mother, God rest her soul.

All right. All right, here's the deal.

One of you killed Lester. One of you didn't.

If it wasn't you, just help me to find the truth

and I promise you, when this is over, you'll be protected.

And something that I need to know pronto is,

why's Lester's shoes on the wrong feet?

I mean, no way he dressed like that this morning.

So one of you definitely switched his shoes after he was killed.

Why?

Domino Bob here confirms Solomon was here this morning.

He said he left around 9am -

had some business to attend to, apparently. Not sure what.

I might know. My friend over there was very helpful.

He's a regular. Said Solomon was here last night

playing poker with a man he called Lester and another man.

Funny accent. Said "old chap" a lot.

British. British.

Solomon and the British man were plying Lester with drinks.

They were talking about concluding their business,

arranging to meet tomorrow, AKA today.

Who was Lester? My friend said

he was wearing a T-shirt with a Captain Juicy logo.

So, conclusions.

One, Lester and Solomon had some kind of deal going on.

Two, they were meeting earlier today. And three...

Hide!

Uh...

Commissioner.

Permission granted.

On one condition. Which is?

The DI request I accompany you,

prevent you from going rogue again.

That... HE CHUCKLES

That won't be necessary, Officer Fox.

No doubt you have much better things to do.

No, wait.

Let me help you, Commissioner.

Go some way towards making up for what happened.

Captain Juicy -

does that mean anything to you?

He owns a juice bar in town. I'll show you.

I've always wanted to experience a proper kidnapping.

"I'll find you...

"..and I'll kill you."

Liam Neeson - Taken! You haven't seen it?

Phew! What a guy!

Look, my DS knows I'm in some kind of trouble.

I guarantee you, she's on Antigua right now, looking for me.

And one of you is going to be in a whole lot of pain.

No need for threats.

Oof.

This is how it happened, ab initio.

English, please. My Latin's a little rusty.

That's one thing they do teach you in boarding school,

along with attachment issues and a lifelong addiction to Jaffa Cakes.

Yep. From the Latin ab initio, "from the beginning".

And you have most of the facts.

Yes, we were here to con Lester.

Yes, he did rumble us.

Oh, and as you quite brilliantly pointed out, it was Lester's gun.

So why did he bring his gun unless he already knew something was up?

Because something was up

and because he did know.

My pal here left out an important detail.

Don't, man.

I told you, keep your mouth shut.

Yes, Lester and his wife were having problems,

exacerbated by the fact that your brother is sleeping with her.

First lesson of a long con -

never get emotionally involved.

Is this true?

Lester's sitting there. He's looking at the gem.

Stands up and starts shouting,

"No! It's all a fake, just like Sol."

He knows all about the affair.

Lester whips his gun out. Sol tries to stop him.

They fight.

Gun goes off. GUNSHOT

Lester's dead.

Case closed, Your Honour.

Don't trust him, man.

He's making it up to save his wrinkly skin.

Maybe.

There's one detail, however.

Blood.

Look at his shirt.

There isn't any.

If Solomon shot Lester at close range, like you said,

there'd be blood spatter.

I knew you'd have my back, brother.

This isn't about you.

But this proves you can't trust him.

I can't trust a word either of you say right now.

You're both giving me a whole lot of rubbish

and neither of you can explain to me why this guy over there

has his shoes on the wrong feet.

Well, while you two chew over that particular problema,

I'm going to go out and make a call.

Wait.

How do I know you won't leave?

Oh, I'm staying...

..until I can prove to your dear brother that you did this. Yeah.

Please don't try anything,

because I will be watching the door.

I thought we could use this little...problem

to our advantage, but it's proving tricky, so...

Yeah, take it easy, OK?

I told you, I'm going to deal with it.

Yeah? You sit tight.

So they're expecting a call? Yes.

Tropical Smash!

It's very delicious.

Who's that?

Officer Rose!

It's me.

What the hell are you doing there?

Long story. SELWYN CLEARS THROAT

WHISPERS: I'll fill you in later.

How are you getting on with the background checks?

Oh, we've been digging up all sorts of secrets.

Catherine, is that you?

As the English say, all hands to the pumping!

CHUCKLING: I don't think they do.

OK, so Lester Lewis didn't turn up for work today,

and by all accounts, he's a good boss.

What else do we know?

MATTIE: Well, the man don't hang about.

In 2012 he's in a van, selling pineapple juice.

LOUD SLURPING Cut to today -

five vans, this shop, and more opening up across the Caribbean.

Last year, profit was just over $250,000.

And we've got more.

We've taken a look into his family.

Wife's called Pearl, daughter of a British diplomat.

They've got two teenage sons.

No criminal record, no debts -

not even a library fine.

Anything from Solomon's phone?

Phones, plural. The man has five of them.

And the number that he calls the most frequently belongs to

a man named Charlie McCarthy, a British man in his 50s.

He moved out here 30 years ago.

He has a real sketchy past.

I mean, he was acquitted of murder

in 1993 for stabbing a man in a Chelsea pub.

Knowing what we do about Solomon,

what if he and this Charlie were plotting together to con Lester?

Charlie is not the kind of guy you want to run into on a dark street.

If our Inspector got mixed up with him, then...

Next steps. Find out where they were meeting.

There's an office here.

We can send over emails, documents, see if that helps.

Lester's wife might know where her husband is.

They live on Hibiscus Drive, up in Valmero Hills.

As postcodes go, that's not too scruffy.

I'll show you.

HE SLURPS

How far is this place?

About a half-hour drive.

PHONE RINGS Oh. I need to take this.

Here, DS Robinson, you get in.

DS what? SHE SIGHS

Good day, ma'am. This guy!

We're wasting time. Mm.

Yep.

What's the hold-up?

I'm not entirely sure.

So, slight change of plan.

Oh, no, no, no. The plan is we go speak to Pearl Lewis.

She's the best lead we've got.

Is she, though?

It feels a little speculative to me.

Why don't we blue-sky an alternative strategy?

Over lunch?

An army marches on its stomach.

Now, there's a restaurant up there that does a phenomenal curry goat.

I'll see if I can get us a table.

VEHICLE ENGINE RUMBLES

Hey!

We'll bring it back.

And it's DS Thomas, you dumbo.

That was a little unexpected.

Well, someone once told me

it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

I mean, there's nothing from the shop.

It's just a bunch of invoices from Customs,

exporting pineapples out of Antigua to other islands.

At very reasonable prices, I might say. Mm.

Must change my supplier.

Does that seem odd to you, though, the low prices?

How's Lester making all this profit, then?

You know how the Inspector's always saying

the devil is in the detail?

Does he?

Well, no, but he's definitely thinking it.

And right now I think we need to dig deeper

into the smaller print.

I'll be back in 60 seconds, yeah? Don't go anywhere.

Mm.

So, this pineapple is 905g,

and according to the invoice, there's 15 per crate.

So how many is that in total?

13,575.

Years working in a bar.

Impressive.

But here it says there are 25,000g.

So where's all that extra weight coming from?

One of these exports goes to Jamaica.

I'll give my friend in Customs a call.

Doesn't look like Mrs Lewis is here.

All this from selling juice?

PHONE RINGS

Sergeant Fletcher.

Ahoy there. So,

our captain - he's no juice seller.

We're looking into the export documents of the shop

and spot a discrepancy.

My girl Big Patsy works down at Jamaican Customs,

and she tells us that last month

they seized a fruit shipment from Captain Juicy.

And guess what -

seven bricks of cocaine hitching a ride.

Did they raise this with the authorities?

Seems they did, but the case was thrown out.

Funny, that, right?

Maybe not.

There might be someone at this end

with skin in the game.

Where does he plant the fruits he exports?

At a farm somewhere, maybe.

We haven't found an address so far.

Somewhere like that. Somewhere...

..out of the way could be where the Inspector is being held.

But if that's where Lester operates his business,

it's going to be hard to find.

We're at his house now. Let's try and find an address for the farm.

We'll keep you posted.

Is this really how you make a living?

Don't judge me, man.

I don't judge you,

even though you make some seriously questionable life choices.

Like this hat, for instance.

Did Mum know what you were doing?

Don't bring her into this. Why not?

The Dorna I knew would not want to have her son

lying and cheating people to make money.

The Dorna you knew?

What are you talking about? You never even met her.

You were too late.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was.

But I'm here now.

So let's talk, yeah?

Properly.

NAOMI EXHALES There's nothing here.

Sir...

..the painting.

It's not hanging straight.

I'll start with the family birthdays.

No. Try...

..13...

..1...

..24.

CHEERFUL TUNE PLAYS MECHANISM UNLOCKS

HE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

Dog's name is Max.

Numerical value in the alphabet.

Hmm?

Some people like their pets more than their children.

Ah. Hmm?

"Cabana."

Pool house, maybe. Mm.

Mm. Well,

definitely still on the island.

What's this doing in there?

Hmm.

Hmm.

That's why. Mm.

Get out, or I'll call the police.

We are the police.

When I was small, Mum would tell me this bedtime story -

Anansi And The Yam Hills. You know it?

Anyway, Anansi is a big spider, a trickster.

Sees his friend Tiger has planted a field of juicy yams.

He sneak into there at night to steal them.

Next morning, Anansi join Tiger

setting traps to catch the likkle thief.

Guess what? One night...

..snap.

Anansi get caught in a trap himself.

Mum would say...

.."See what greed does, Solomon?

"It comes to bite you on the behind sooner or later."

Even then, she could see it in me.

In the end...

..that's why I left.

How old were you?

15.

Went to live with my dad.

What did Mum think about that?

She hated it.

We grew apart.

Dad spoilt me. Anything I wanted.

You know...

..I never said this to you,

but I'm sorry things turned out the way they did for you, bro.

It must have been tough.

Hmm. The hardest thing was that, um...

..nowhere, and I mean nowhere...

..ever felt like home.

Cos you never knew when you'd be moving on, you know?

Growing up, I used to have this fantasy...

..that the doorbell would ring...

..and Mum would walk in...

..and say it had all been one big mistake.

And there was me ignoring her calls.

Always next Saturday, right?

Till one day I got the call.

Never got the chance again.

What about your dad? Is he still around?

Died when I was 19. Heart attack.

Oh. Must have been rough. Sorry.

Don't be. Fool left me with a mountain of debt to sort out.

So his situation and, um...

..your...way of life...

HE CHUCKLES

Wish I could say that was the reason, but...

..I paid off those debts a long time ago.

I always had that spider on my shoulder.

Never been able to shake him off.

Solomon...

Look, if you've done something bad...

..there's still a way back, you know?

But that's it.

I haven't done anything.

I swear I didn't kill that man.

You've got to believe me, please, bro.

Lester's in Florida on business.

We know for a fact he isn't.

His passport is in your safe.

Oh. Well, I...

Do you know a man called Solomon Clarke or Charlie McCarthy?

SHE SIGHS

I'm scared he's done something stupid. Your husband?

No. Gus.

Er, Solomon, was it?

But I know him as Gus.

And how well do you know him?

We met at the beach club.

Well, it's pathetic, really,

but with him, I just...

I feel like I'm 22 again.

You know, he makes me laugh.

You were having an affair with Solomon.

Does Lester know?

He, um...

Yeah, he suspected something.

But last night, he tried to, um... SHE CLEARS THROAT

To what?

To get his name out of me.

Did he hurt you?

His temper gets the better of him.

But Gus was angry when I told him what Lester did to me.

And if they were meeting today, then something could have happened.

So we will ask you again.

Do you know where they are?

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, detectives, no.

I can't help you.

You should have the files from the USB.

Seb?

Received. Great. See if there's any info on

properties Lester owns. SIREN WAILS

There's a situation here.

Selwyn Patterson and Naomi Thomas, you're under arrest.

WOMAN ON PHONE: Get rid of them.

Sit tight and I'll call you when it's done.

Is this strictly necessary?

Unfortunately, yes.

Vehicle theft's a serious offence.

Oh, come on! We were only borrowing it.

Wait.

Please. Count yourselves lucky.

Our cells are far more comfortable than yours.

SHE SIGHS At least we got air conditioning.

Lester's pineapples. They're grown on Rosemont Farm.

The north part of the island.

Right here is Lester's rental agreement.

Good work.

How are we going to let them know when they're stuck in those cells?

Mm.

I might have an idea.

But I'll need to call in a favour.

Yes! Bad gyal Catherine!

S-Sorry. Inappropriate?

Not really.

Bonjour.

Officer Crow said you wanted to talk about the conditions.

Mm.

Look.

I understand what's happening here.

You feel like we have disrespected you.

And to be fair, we have.

Go on. Mm.

We don't know what's going on here.

Obviously, someone up top doesn't like us digging around.

But I do know that deep inside,

you have something called integrity.

And there are times in your career

where you've got to choose which line to tread.

Right now...

..is one of those times.

DS Thomas? Anything you want to add?

I'm sorry for borrowing your car.

HE TUTS

Stealing.

Stealing your car.

And...?

SHE SCOFFS Really?

Really.

And for calling you a dumbo.

Sergeant Fletcher says Lester rents a place called Rosemont Farm

up near Taruvo Peak.

That's over on the north side. Come on, let's go.

Look who's back.

HE TUTS Well, well.

I think enough happy families. Out. Now.

HEATED CONVERSATION OUTSIDE

I'm staying right here.

..way above your head.

ARGUMENT CONTINUES

SIREN WAILS

HE GRUNTS SNAP

TWIG SNAPS Agh!

HE CLEARS THROAT After you. I'll cover the rear.

GUN COCKS Mervin.

Very rude to leave a party without saying goodbye.

Except in France.

HE GRUNTS Mervin!

Mervin!

Hey, hey.

Nice try.

Move, both of you.

Where is he?

Apparently,

the farm was sold last week. Under new ownership.

So he moved operations to avoid detection.

But where?

There must be hundreds of fruit farms on Antigua.

Hmm. Back to the office?

Start ringing around the different fruit farms?

The keys.

"Cabana."

Thought they were for the pool house, but farm, maybe?

Yep. On the south peninsula.

SELWYN CHUCKLES

Sergeant Fletcher. New intel for you.

Come on!

Turn around.

Turn around. What are you going to do?

Kill us both? One hell of a mess.

Since you refused to leave

out of some pathetic loyalty to your brother,

it might be my only option.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa. Just a second.

Just tell me something, yeah?

Do you recognise this?

What is it?

It's a camera.

I found it in the shack, and it was definitely on.

Which is making me wonder what it had filmed.

Nothing sweeter than doing good business with good people.

Cheers. Gentlemen,

we have a problem here.

This is a fake, just like you!

You sleep with my wife? Lester... ARGUING

GUNSHOT

That's enough. That's enough.

I'm so sorry, man.

Why, Solomon? Hear me out.

Lester's not a good man. I couldn't let him hurt Pearl again.

H-He came at me. The gun was on the table.

I-I wasn't thinking, just picked it up and pulled the trigger.

You killed someone, Solomon. Yeah?

And then you lied to me like it was nothing.

Why was that in the room?

I record all my work for insurance.

But...why didn't you just show me that before?

I mean, it's all proof, right?

The shoes.

You still haven't explained why Lester's shoes

were on the wrong feet. I told you, I have no idea.

In the video, they were the right way round.

Which means they were definitely switched after he was killed.

Which means...

We met at this restaurant, Little Nan's.

Cheech wanted help with a grift.

Lester is the only person here who's left-handed.

That gun must have been Lester's.

Lester's not a good man. I couldn't let him hurt Pearl again.

If Solomon shot Lester at close range, like you said,

there'd be blood spatter.

Do you recognise this?

Solomon, you did fire the gun,

but you didn't kill Lester. Stop talking. Now.

SIREN WAILS

Sergeant Fletcher, we're on our way.

My grandpa drives faster than this, and he's 87 years old.

ENGINE REVS

You might want to turn away, Sol.

This won't be pretty.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

Is that...?

Police! Drop your weapon.

Sergeant Fletcher?

Follow him. Follow him.

Ah-ah! Don't even think about it.

Ah! It's good to see you in one piece.

Thank you, Sergeant Fletcher.

Inspector! HE CHUCKLES

Sit down.

Boy, am I glad to see you! Come here, man.

All right, Officer Rose, you can put me down now.

You're good? You all right? Yeah.

Ah! Yeah, man.

SHE SIGHS

Sir! Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.

OK.

Um...

..I'll explain later.

What's the situation here?

Yeah, Mervin, what is it?

You said I fired the gun, but didn't kill Lester.

Lester's dead?

He's in the shack over there.

This is all a set-up, Solomon.

Lester and Cheech were in cahoots to con you.

Me and Cheech were conning Lester.

Yeah, that's what Cheech told you.

All porkies.

So what was in it for you?

I'm assuming a big chunk of cash,

but Lester wasn't making that kind of money from being Captain Juicy.

So what was it?

Cocaine. The juice business was a front.

He was shipping it all over Antigua and to other islands.

What a surprise. But why?

Why would they do this to me?

Have you never heard the phrase "useful idiot"?

The plan was to fake Lester's death and frame you for it.

There's no way that was fake.

I pulled the trigger.

I saw the blood. The bullet was a blank, OK?

Did you never find it strange that Lester was coming at you

with the gem when there was a gun right in front of him?

No. He forced you to pick up the gun and shoot him.

GUNSHOT

And the blood was easily faked.

That's why there's no spatter on you.

It was in a pack under his shirt.

No, no, no. That's so screwed up.

And you still haven't answered my question.

If it wasn't me, who killed Lester?

Ah. My bad. I forgot to mention.

Lester isn't actually dead.

Is he?

Are you telling me he's been lying in there the whole time, alive?

That's why the shoes were on the wrong feet.

You had run off.

Yeah. I wasn't thinking straight.

Cheech said he'd sort it.

Listen to me. I'm going to sort this. You need to walk away.

Yeah, yeah, man. Yeah, yeah.

And in that brief window of time, Lester got up.

It's game over, Mr McCarthy.

You know how this works. Help us to help you.

Now, I'm assuming the plan was

for Lester to be picked up somewhere remote.

The plan was for him to climb over the ridge,

down the rocks, into a boat that was waiting for him.

Take him to Cuba. New life.

And no way was he climbing over rocks in flimsy suede loafers.

He took his shoes off

and he was going to change into something more sturdy -

let's say trainers.

But then, oops, spanner in the works, I turn up.

Hey, hey!

Hello?

He then has to put his loafers back on

and carry on playing dead.

Cheech, it was you that hit me over the head.

But I bet you got the shock of your life when Solomon came back.

Like I said, I saw you go into the shack,

and I thought he would hurt you.

And I was right.

He said he'd hide while I convinced you to leave.

But you wouldn't go. Stubborn fish, aren't you?

It has been said.

Now, the big question for me is,

why did Lester fake his own death?

I'm guessing he upset someone higher up the food chain.

Ah, he got too big for his boots.

They were unhappy, so he had to disappear.

And what about his wife, Pearl?

She was part of the con as well, I assume.

And the affair,

the stuff about Lester being abusive -

all no doubt to rile you up so you'd shoot Lester.

No, man.

That was real. I felt it, here.

Oh, give me strength.

Sorry to disappoint you, but it wasn't.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Take it easy, OK?

I'm going to deal with it. I'll call you when it's done.

Pearl and the kids were going to join him

in a few months when the dust settled.

And had I not arrived, your little plan would have worked.

And the footage on your hidden camera

would prove that Lester was dead,

and it was Solomon that killed him.

Irrefutable evidence.

At first, I was confused.

Why were you so reluctant to reveal the video?

But then I remembered

this camera was still recording when I discovered it.

So it currently contains unedited footage,

which means not only has it captured Lester

being apparently shot by Solomon,

but also, more importantly,

Lester subsequently rising from the dead like Lazarus.

Going somewhere?

Mervin.

Sorry for dragging you into this messed-up situation.

But that's just you, isn't it?

Trouble with a capital T.

At least you have solid people around you.

Yeah. I really do.

Take care of yourself, Mervin.

You too, Solomon.

How are you feeling?

Uh... Well...

..could do with a shower, but apart from that...

Sir, this was inside the shack.

Spare trainers, just like you said.

So, Inspector, what now?

You want to freshen up?

No. Thank you.

I just want to go home.

So...DS Naomi Thomas...

A beautiful name. Mm.

We make a pretty efficient team, do we not?

HE CLAPS HANDS

I'd still like to learn a lot from you.

Perhaps over drinks or...? Never.

OK. That's...

That's never going to happen.

Maybe...

MUSIC: I'll Be Home by William Bell

Captain Juicy?!

It's all they had, sir.

Nah, I'm good.

I'm not sure how I'm going to thank you.

Oh!

You could buy all the coffees next week.

Deal.

You said "home", by the way.

I did? You did.

Slip of the tongue.

THEY CHUCKLE

Yes, I! Oh!

Hortense Leroux, Saint Marie's favourite agony aunt,

poisoned by her own column.

How did he get the one poisoned newspaper to Hortense?

Can I suggest that you concentrate on what is actually important?

Finding the person who did this.

You were kidnapped. Almost killed.

The best thing for me to do is just forget it ever happened.

The island will be watching our investigation.

Let's keep things as professional as we can.

This stays between us.

You can't keep pretending... Pretending?

Yes! Pretending like you're OK.