All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - 15x01 - Episode 1 (iP.WEB-DL.720p-RAWR, iP.WEB-DL.1080p-RAWR).eng

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're shortly beginning our
descent into Saint Marie,

so if I could ask you to
fasten your seat belts.

Thank you.

We have a situation.

Kevin, I can't help you
if you don't talk to me.

I just want this to be over!

But I need to do it in
my own time, all right?

I can't be rushed! I won't be...
I won't be rushed!

All right.
No-one is rushing you.

Kevin? Where are you going?

Kevin! Please calm down, sweetheart.

I'm worried about you.
What are you going up there for?

Rosalie! Are you here?

I wasn't expecting to be picked up.

Your secretary, Rosalie,
thought it'd be a good idea.

I'm Leo. It's a pleasure
to meet you, Commissioner.

I've been spending some time
in London with my daughter.

But...

..I very much have been looking forward

to coming home again.

And what about you?

You're working at
Government House?

Interning.

Been four months now and
I'm totally loving it -

the job, the island...

I didn't know we had interns.

There's a new Business
and Tourism department.

George McCann heads it up.
I'm not sure if you know him.

Oh.

Rosalie?

Commissioner,
I am so sorry to bother you,

but I think you need to come
straight to Government House.

- Is he still up there?
- Yes.

What are all these new
people doing here?

They're government advisers.

Been brought in, you know,
to oversee business...

Business and Tourism, I know,

Kevin!

But why here?

Kevin!

Please!

Come back and talk!

Deborah?

Thank goodness you're here.
George is on his way over.

This is Commissioner Patterson.

I need you to phone the fire brigade

and an ambulance, just in case.

And alert my team.

Uh...

Kevin!

My name is Commissioner Patterson.

Perhaps we could talk?

He shut down a few minutes ago.

Just stopped talking.

Um, if you could step aside.

Kevin!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

I think you should all head inside

and wait for me there, please.

Commissioner Patterson, George McCann.

Kevin worked for me.
Do we know yet why he might...?

If you could just go inside and
wait with the others, Mr McCann...

Of course.

Er, emergency services are on their way?

Paramedics are coming,

and I spoke to Sergeant Fletcher
at the police station.

She's notifying her team.

Sergeant Fletcher?

Who is she?

Say, is there a Sebastian Rose here?

Anyone?

All right.

Well, I appreciate your attention.

I said I am looking
for a Sebastian Rose.

Has anyone seen him?

Yes I! That's me.

Sebastian Rose.

Seb for short.

Good morning, Officer Rose.

Mattie Fletcher. I'm your new sergeant.

It's good to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So, you have a fun night, then?

Yeah, man.

Partied hard. It was lit, you know?

I am sorry to poop your party,
but we've got a call-out. Here.

I mean, when duty calls, right?

What? Wait...

How did you know I was here and
how did you get me uniform?

I got your home address off your file.

I headed over to your house.
You were out,

but your mum was in,
so we had a quick chat

while she gave your uniform an iron.

She seems really cool.

Anyway, she had told
me that you'd been out

at a beach party all night.

Which means you're either
going to be at Turtle Bay

or down here at Paradise Cove.

And if you know anything about anything

about a beach party,
which I kind of just assumed you did,

then you're going to
be at Paradise Cove.

So, that's what I did, and here I am.

That answer your question?

- I guess so.
- OK.

Good morning!

- Good morning, Sarge.
- Morning.

Mattie, officially, welcome to the team.

Sorry you landed the Sunday
shift on your first day.

But...

..I made saffron buns.

Thank you so much, Sarge.

Mm. Amazing.

So, what's your inspector like?

He's English, right?

This, Harry, me old mate,
is what we call "the business".

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Inspector.

- We've got a case, I take it?
- Hello and welcome.

Well, an absolute blockbuster line-up...

He doesn't really do greetings.

Mm.

Sergeant Mattie Fletcher.

It's great to meet you, Inspector.

I was really enjoying my Sunday morning.

Full English.

Last night's Match Of The Day.

It's his favourite TV show.
He's totally obsessed with it.

Mm.

Officer Rose, you're on snaps.
I'll cordon off.

What's the story here, then?

Victim's Kevin Felton.

Worked as a tech consultant

for the Business and Tourism
team here at Government House.

Seems he took his own life.

We'll need postmortem to confirm,

but paramedics say injuries
are consistent with a fall.

Yeah.

Well, just found this
in his trouser pocket.

Wonder what that's for.

Must be the key to the roof door.

He locked himself up there, so...

Commissioner. Welcome back.

It's good to see you both.

And you, sir. We really missed you.

Didn't we, Inspector?

Is that the victim's bag?

Yes. This is the victim's bag.

There's not much in it.

A mobile phone, a wallet
and an empty sweet packet,

another empty sweet packet,
and a... banana, uneaten.

Locked. One second.

Sir, where are you...?

He hasn't changed, then, I see.

Not a bit.

Appreciate it.

Interesting.

Notification from his bank,
3:26 this morning.

$1,200, paid to Cariba Airlines.

- What time did he jump?
- 4:47.

And here, in his emails,
ticket for a flight to the UK,

due to depart this afternoon at 5pm.

So, if Kevin Felton
came to this building

for the sole purpose of
throwing himself off it,

then why, just over an hour beforehand,

was he forking out for a ticket
back home later this same day?

You're suggesting...

..the victim didn't take his own life?

I am indeed.

Which means...

..someone else did.

I was at home
asleep when Kevin phoned.

It was just gone half
past three in the morning.

He sounded drunk, upset.

Said he was coming here

and that he'd had enough and
he couldn't do this any more.

Couldn't do what any more?

He'd had a tough time lately.

His girlfriend split up with
him and flew back to the UK.

He was stuck on the island,
living alone.

And what would you say his
demeanour was when you got here?

I mean, he was always
a bit on edge, right?

He was an anxious kid, bless him.

A bit socially awkward, you know?

But this felt more intense.

Kept saying he wanted things to be over,

but needed it to be
done in his own time.

Well, that's when he
went up on the roof,

and I was going to follow
him up but Deborah arrived.

Rosalie phoned me...

..worried, so I jumped in my car

and I got here as quick as I could,

but next thing,
Kevin locked the roof door.

And that's when Deborah said I
should phone you, Commissioner.

This roof door key was
in Kevin's pocket.

You didn't have a spare

you could have used to open the door?

Well, there's never been another copy.

People go up there to take their breaks,

so we just leave it unlocked.

And where were you all when he fell?

Oh, I followed Commissioner
Patterson up to the roof.

Rosalie and I were at the
bottom of the stairs.

Mr McCann?

I was just pulling up in my car.

Why are you asking where we
all were when it happened?

Why does that matter?

Because we are treating Kevin
Felton's death as suspicious.

I'm sorry? You think...?

We think...

..there is a possibility

that Kevin Felton was
pushed to his death.

Nah! You're having a laugh, right?

No. I'm not.

But how, Commissioner?
Cos when you broke the door down,

- there was no-one else there, so...
- How could someone

push Kevin when he was on his own?

We're working on that.

Hmm.

I told George that he needed to
move offices now you were back,

but he dragged his feet.

But why are they even
working in Government House?

It was Mr McCann who
moved them all here.

I heard him say that
he wanted to get away

from the interfering
busybodies at the main offices.

Did he, now?

I'm also going to need
your keys to the building

as we're locking it down
until further notice.

Thank you.

We've done door-to-door,

but everywhere was closed when
it happened, so no witnesses.

Quarter to five, Sunday morning.

Hardly surprising.

- Hmm.
- Sergeant Fletcher, I presume?

Commissioner Patterson!

We met briefly when I
completed my training,

but I've been working back in
Jamaica the last few years.

Where is Officer Curtis?

Uh, she's over on Montserrat,
looking after her auntie.

Don't think she'll be
back for the foreseeable.

Why didn't the Chief Commissioner
contact me about this?

I should be across all recruitment.

OK, this is awkward.

Uh, Commissioner,

I am so sorry if I was
a surprise for you.

Uh...

Hmm.

Inspector?

Everything all right?

Uh, yeah. It's fine.

You sure?

It's a text from my brother.

We're meeting this evening...

..for the first time.

He got in touch with you after all?

Yeah. He did.

So, how are you feeling?

Me? Um, yeah. I'm good.

It's all good.

If it helps, I'm sure your brother

will be feeling just as nervous as you.

Er, Solomon?

Mervin?!

It's good to see you, man!

Listen, you ain't got $10 for the taxi?

- Left my wallet at the hotel.
- Oh, yeah, yeah... Sure.

Give me two seconds. I'll be back.

Let's see...

I tell you, it's been a mad day for me.

Zipping around from A to B.

What a business!

Uh, Catherine, uh, this is my...

..brother, Solomon.

Catherine is the mayor of Saint Marie,
and she runs this place.

And a friend of Mervin.

A real pleasure to meet you, Catherine.

Can I get you a drink, Solomon?

I would love a rum on the rocks
with a twist of orange, please.

And maybe something to eat, as well.

A plate of accra?

Ain't eaten since breakfast.

OK, d'accord.

So, what's with the bird?

The flamingo?

Mervin, if I tell you,
you wouldn't believe me.

- No, go on.
- Let's just say I owe a man a favour

and that favour's covered in feathers.

Ah, merci. Thank you.

Well, um...

I think we should toast, right?

Absolutely, man! Let's do it!

To...

- I don't know.
- To...

..having a brother!

- To having a brother.
- Yeah, man!

Mm. Mm.

Right, so, um...

Tell me about yourself.

I mean, I know you live in Antigua...

- Mm.
- ..but what's life like?

Um, what do you do?

Are you married? You got kids?

That's some good questions, man.

I mean, where do I begin, right?

Oh, that sounds like me.

Oh.

It's got to be one of these.
Excuse me one moment.

Andre, wagwan for ya?

Are you doing well?

Yeah, um...

Well, I think so.

It's early days, innit?

I mean, I want us to keep talking.

Mervin, I'm sorry,
but I've got to shoot, man.

Bit of business up in Port
Royal needs my attention.

Right.

I mean...

A shame, man. A crying
shame is what it is,

but what can you do?

Appreciate it.

My compliments to the chef.

Solomon, uh...

How about dinner tomorrow night?

Absolutely, man.

We'll do some proper talking then.

Wait a minute. Uh...

- What about your bird?
- Right.

I reckon you best hang on to it for now.

Morning, Commissioner.

You all good?

I have some interesting
information on George McCann.

Oh, yeah?

Inspector...

..what is that?

It's my bacon and fried egg butty.

I didn't get my Sunday
full English yesterday,

so... treated myself.

What?

It smells... of egg.

Cos they put an egg in it.

I don't want my car
smelling of egg, Inspector.

I had dinner at the
yacht club last night

and put some feelers
out about our suspect.

Four months ago,
Mr McCann was brought on board

as Saint Marie's Business
and Tourism tsar.

- Snazzy title.
- Hmm.

So, why here?

Apparently, he got bored
with his businesses

back in the UK and fancied
branching out abroad.

But word is, he accepts
backhanders from companies

who are keen to get their
building developments greenlit.

Any actual evidence of this?

No, but I trust my sources.

If George McCann is as corrupt
as people say, then...

Then it could be something to
do with Kevin Felton's death.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, we'll definitely
look into that, Commissioner.

Right, then. I'd better get
myself back to the station.

Actually, we can go together.

I want to stay across this case.

That murder happened under my own nose.

Oh. Right, then.

OK, sure.

Great.

Inspector, please don't
bring that eggy smell

back into my car.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Put it in your other hand,
put it out of the window and hold it...

OK! All right! I'm holding
it out of the window!

That's very good.

Postmortem confirms
Kevin Felton's injuries

- were sustained by a fall.
- It's gone cold...

I spoke to his girlfriend
back in the UK.

She video-called him
a couple of days ago.

Said he seemed pretty glum.

Well, he would do. She dumped him.

Actually, she reckoned it was
to do with something else.

Of course she did.

- He always like this?
- Yes.

Apparently, Kevin desperately
wanted to return home

to England, but...

..George McCann wouldn't
release him from his contract.

Couldn't he negotiate something?

She said Kevin tried,

but Mr McCann could be quite...
intimidating.

Said he didn't like disloyalty.

Like he was kind of punishing Kevin.

Have you searched the
victim's apartment yet?

Officer Rose and I are going
to do that straight after this.

What have you got there?
Is that from the crime scene?

Oh, yeah. So, I found it on the victim,

just tucked under the
front of his hoodie.

I think it's just a piece of rubbish.

Sagittarius.

What star sign was Kevin Felton?

Uh...

- 23rd of April, so...
- Taurus.

So, if he was a Taurus,

why does he have a
Sagittarian horoscope on him?

Uh, like I said, sir,
maybe it's just a piece of rubbish.

Yeah, you said,

but what was it doing on
him in the first place?

I mean, did it just
happen to be fluttering by

while he was falling to his death?
I don't think so.

- Anything else?
- I'm about to head over

and speak with my secretary, Rosalie.

She spent the last few months
working alongside our suspects.

Good idea, sir.

- Is that it?
- One more thing, actually.

Leo Quinn, George McCann's intern.

He's on his way into the station.

Why?

Because Sergeant Fletcher
and Officer Rose

discovered that he had a big
argument with our victim

just a few hours before he was murdered.

You wanted to talk with me?

So, we checked Kevin Felton's finances,

and we know he drank at Shades
bar late Saturday night.

That's Kevin.

Our officers also spoke to the barman,

and he says he saw Kevin having
a very heated conversation

with a man matching your description.

And if I'm not mistaken,
I believe that's you, there?

I wouldn't say it got
that heated between us.

Um, I mean, I can see
how that appears, but...

..I can promise you,
it really was all chill between us.

Oh?
Um...

That's you being chill?

OK, look, Leo, I'm going
to tell you something,

and I want you to listen
carefully before you respond,

because right now you're in danger
of looking like a bit of an idiot.

Now, the lip-reader hasn't
had a chance to examine this

properly yet, but when they do,

they'll know exactly what
was being said there.

We were arguing about
something Kevin knew,

had found out...

- ..about my dad.
- Who's your dad?

George McCann.

He didn't want people knowing about it.

He didn't want people
thinking he took me on

- just cos I'm his son.
- All right.

And what had Kevin found
out about your dad?

Was it something about
him being corrupt?

Taking payments?

What? Kevin was threatening
to reveal this?

Is that what he was referring to

when he told Rosalie he wants it over?

Kevin said Dad had it coming.

And that's why I lost it like I did.

And then you followed
him to Government House

because you were worried about what
he was going to say to the police?

I mean, that's a pretty
strong motive, right?

No.

No! Look, I was angry,
and I was worried,

I'll admit that, but...

..not so much that I'd go and kill him.

And I was nowhere near that roof,

so I couldn't have done it.

Boy!

Kevin Felton sure liked his pizza.

I reckon he was lonely, you know.
Had no friends here.

Just stayed in all day
playing games, eating pizza.

I mean, now I think about it...

..I could get used to that, you know!

So, Sarge, I have to know,

what was it like being an
officer in Jamaica, huh?

Must have been full-on, right?

Like some real bad man, huh?

Big island like that?

Well, Kingston town definitely has

- a life about it, you know?
- Hmm.

Hmm, there's always something going down

you got to keep your eye out for.

What made you come back?

Oh, uh, I don't know. I...

It just felt like the
right time, I guess.

Mm. Mm.

Hmm...

There's nothing in the bin.

He must have recently emptied that.

Can you go check the garbage outside?

Gotcha.

That's some super-smart

Jamaican kind of thinking going on, huh?

Uh-huh.

Well, thanks for talking with me.

That was Leo Quinn's mother,
Angela, back in the UK.

Thought I'd see if she
could tell us anything

- about Leo and his father.
- And?

Her and George have been
estranged a long time.

He wasn't really a big part
of Leo's life growing up.

So, why did George end up
giving him a job out here?

It wasn't George's choice.

Sounds like Leo always wanted to follow

in his father's footsteps.

Maybe idolised him a bit.

- What have you got?
- Suspect's phone records,

and a fair bit of activity
the night of the murder.

First, Leo calls George at 3:09,
presumably to let him know

that Kevin was threatening
to expose his corruption.

Then George gets straight
onto the blower to Deborah.

We have a situation.

And again, 40 minutes later.

I mean, there's
definitely something dodgy

going on between them.

But which one pushed Kevin off the roof

and how they managed to
do it when none of them

were anywhere near him
ain't got a scooby.

Hang on, looks like the search

of Kevin Felton's apartment
has proved fruitful.

Here we have bag number one.

And you're probably thinking,

"Why am I calling it bag number one?"

That's because inside of it...

..is bag number two.

We checked. It's the same
confidential waste sacks

as the ones that they're
using at Government House.

You're probably wondering,
"What's inside bag number two?"

You know

you're going to have to clean
all this up, Officer Rose?

Yeah, I know, but it was worth it.

OK, so why did our victim

take this confidential
shredded waste to his house

and then bin it?

My thinking is that Kevin Felton
was looking for something -

a document that had been shredded.

But the fact that he
then put all of this

back into the rubbish bin

could suggest that maybe he
found what he was looking for.

- It's possible.
- So, then, where is it?

If Kevin Felton did piece
together some sort of document,

what he do with it?

Unless he had it on him

when he went to Government
House yesterday.

But it wasn't about his person.

And all the suspects were searched

before they left Government House,

so no-one took it with them.

Then it could still be there.

Right, first thing in the morning,
we need to search that building.

How'd it go with the police?

I think they're onto you.

Catherine, meet Mattie Fletcher.

She's our new sergeant.

She just transferred from Jamaica!

Lovely to meet you, Mattie,
but I think we've met before.

I actually grew up here in Saint Marie,

and I might have come
here a couple of times

when I was a teenager.

And you, you might have kicked
me out a couple of times

for not being old enough.

I remember. You and your
friends would drive me crazy.

I am so sorry. I promise I'm
so much better behaved now.

Mm.

Excuse me one moment.

Hello, stranger!

- Welcome home.
- Ah...

It's so good to see you.

I'm so happy you're back on Saint Marie,

- where you belong.
- Ah!

It's not been the same without you.

I've missed it here!

And your job, too.

I don't regret having
had some time away,

spending it with Andrina.

But I realised there's more I
have to give to this island.

But maybe not the return
that you envisaged, no?

Mm.

I've had dealings with
George McCann as mayor.

He's what the English
would call a bad egg.

I don't know all he's been up to yet,
but I know enough.

And the fact that he's been conducting

his nefarious business

in one of this island's
most respected buildings...

It's not right.

I want this case solved,
and I want him and his team out.

That building, this island...
deserve better.

Solomon, welcome.

Come in, man.

A little something for us to bond over,
the old kill-devil.

Shouldn't there have been a
label on this, do you think?

It's vintage.

You never get a label
with the proper old stuff.

Oh, well, if you say so.

Here you go.

Well, this is a sweet
little place you've got.

I know, right?

Came with the job.

And how'd you end up being a detective?

Was it always what you wanted to do?

Well...

..kinda.

I really liked, um...

..solving things when I was a kid.

Moving around foster
families and care homes,

there'd always be some
fight breaking out

or things going missing
or kids running away.

But I'd always be the
one to sort things out

and put things right, you know?

Yeah.

You've done well, man.

You should be proud.

Oh, thank you. I am.

Oh! Wow!

So, what about you, mate?

- What's your line of work?
- Oh!

You know, this and that.
Bit of buying and selling.

But I've not really found my thing yet.

Not like you have.

Well, finding your thing
can take time, can't it?

Listen, man.

I'm sorry things were
so hectic last night,

but I am glad we're doing this.

Straight up.

Me, too, Solomon. Me, too.

Call me Sol, yeah?

Sol.

- Morning, Naomi.
- Morning, sir.

How are you doing?

Uh, good, yeah.

Really good, actually.

Things went better with
your brother last night?

Yeah, definitely.

I mean, it was really good to have
some proper time together, you know?

And we, uh... We just talked a lot,
mostly about Dorna.

I mean, our mum.

Yeah.

It was just really nice to hear what
she was like as a mother, you know?

I'm pleased for you, sir.

So!

Uh, we've got the transcripts
through from the lip-reader.

Oh, right, yeah. And?

It's pretty much as Leo said,
apart from one thing -

mention at one point of a title deed

for a property that was being developed.

But Kevin turns his back
as soon as he says it

so that's all I got.

I just wondered if that's the document

Kevin was looking for in
the confidential waste.

I've asked Mattie and Seb
to keep an eye out

when searching Government House.

Good work.

Ah! Morning, Commissioner.

Rosalie and I have something
of use to the investigation.

There's a homeless guy who
often sleeps in the town square

outside Government House.

His name is Lloyd,
and I saw him there when I arrived,

the night it all happened.

So he's a possible witness?

We went to visit him.

He'd clearly come into
some money recently.

He was wearing new clothes. He said...

..two nights ago, he'd been given $500

to go and sleep somewhere else

by a woman matching Deborah
Shelman's description.

She paid him off.

So he wasn't there to witness
whatever was about to happen.

That's what Deborah does.

She makes problems... disappear.

So, as Kevin was proving
to be a threat to George,

did she make that problem
disappear as well?

This is ridiculous.

I admit, I gave the man a few quid.

A few quid? You gave
him $500, Ms Shelman.

But only cos I felt bad for him.

I never said he had to
move somewhere else.

Well, he says you did.

All I said was I hope
he can find somewhere

more comfortable to sleep
with the money I gave him.

He must have misunderstood.

And your role is well
remunerated, right?

Oh, we checked the company's finances.

You seem to get a lot of bonuses.

It matters to him people are loyal,

and he rewards them for it.

OK, so what is your official
job title, Ms Shelman?

I'm George's operations manager.

Oh, operations manager.

And what does that entail, exactly?

Anything and everything,

but not, because I think
this is where you're heading,

pushing a man off a roof.

You're right that George pays me well,

but it's not enough for
me to kill for him.

If there's nothing else...

Hmm.

Let's see what the search has shown up.

George, it's me.

The police are getting warmer.
Much warmer.

There's nothing here that we could find

that's like a title deed

or any other documents
that have been shredded,

but the only thing of interest was this.

These are the ground plans

for a boutique hotel development.

They have a swimming pool,
spa, restaurant.

Nice. Very bougie.

I'll get it.

It's just there are no details on it.

No architect mentioned,
no address, name of developer...

And all the other projects
here have those details...

..except for this.

It just makes me think

that there's something
they're trying to hide.

Who was at the door earlier?

Just some guy.
Wanted me to move the bike.

It was blocking him in.

Something wrong, Sarge?

Maybe.

So, Sarge, what are we looking for?

Something doesn't make sense.

Maybe that guy was distracting you

so someone could slip inside and hide

- while you moved the bike.
- Ah...

I knew something wasn't right, you know?

Boy!

All right. I'll check over here, Sarge.

I knew it!

DI Wilson from Sergeant Fletcher!

George McCann just broke
into Government House.

Seen exiting through
the rear fire escape.

He is in a grey convertible,
licence number

Charlie Zulu 2-1-7 Foxtrot Hotel.

Heading east along Main Road.

Will pursue. Over.

- Police!
- OK, Mattie.

Received. Over.

We're on it, Mattie.
You can stand down. Over.

Sergeant Fletcher, do you receive? Over.

Sergeant Fletcher,
you can stand down now. Over.

What the hell is she doing?

Mr McCann, I need you to step
out of the vehicle, please.

Sergeant Fletcher, you all right?

Sergeant Fletcher?!

Yeah, no, yeah.

I'm OK. I'm... I'm fine.

- That really wasn't cool.
- I was just trying to...

Not now.

Inspector!

We'll do this later.

I think this is what
Kevin Felton had found.

It's a title deed -
but look where it's for.

Government House.

No architect mentioned,
no address, name of developer...

You were going to tear it down,
or as good as.

Turn it into a hotel.

Commissioner, there's a development
you need to know about.

As I'm sure
you're aware, Mr McCann,

I have a detective and
two uniformed officers

at your solicitor's office
with a search warrant.

They have already uncovered

further evidence
confirming our suspicions.

All right, well,
hit me with what you've got,

and I'll tell you if you're close.

You and your team were of the belief

that the land Government House sits on

wasn't actually owned by the government.

The only title deed in existence

showed it belonged to a farmer

who passed away in the early 1900s.

With questionable manoeuvrings,

you attempted to make a land grab.

There's nothing questionable about it.

It was all within the
boundaries of the law -

but let's not split hairs. As you were.

A lost title deed that
superseded the one you had.

It showed the land was legally acquired

by the Saint Marie government in 1929,

which is why you
proceeded to destroy it.

Unfortunately for you,
Kevin Felton had suspicions.

He retrieved the document,
pieced it together,

and worked out what you were up to.

That is why you murdered him

before he could reveal the truth.

You're 99% right.
I admit I had big plans

for that old relic of a building.

Would have been a gold mine.

And, yeah, maybe I played
a bit fast and loose

with the planning laws here,

so go ahead and charge me with whatever.

I'll let my solicitor
work his magic, cos -

and you should know this -
he's good at that. Very good.

Now, let's get on to the
1% you're wrong about.

Kevin Felton's death.

As you know, Commissioner Patterson,
me, Debs, Leo,

none of us were on that
rooftop when it happened,

so how, in any way, could it be murder?

He's right.

All our suspects have the perfect alibi.

Me.

We're farther away from
solving this murder

as we were at the start of the case.

- What?
- There's a man with a flamingo

strapped to the back of his car.

Ah, yeah. That's, um...

..my brother. My half-brother.

Um, I'll give you a little time.

Hmm.

Mervin, my man!

How's things?

It was a fine old night
we had last night.

Yeah. Yeah, it really was!

We should do it again sometime soon.

Let's keep the dialogue going, yeah?

No question.

So, what are you doing here?

Uh... I wanted to talk
to you about something.

- A kind of favour.
- Yeah, OK.

I was wondering...

..you couldn't loan me a little money?

Just temporary, like.

Um...

Yeah, sure. What is it? 50? 100?

Two... thousand.

$2,000?

Sol, that's not a little.

- That's...
- Eh, the thing is,

there's a couple of
business opportunities

ripe for investment coming my way.

I'll have it back to you in no time.

I don't think I've got
that kind of money to lend.

I know we're brothers, but...

- Hey!
- ..I've only...

No worries, man, it's cool.

Always worth the ask, right?

Is that what all this is about?

Me and you? You just needed some money?

What? No, course not.

I want to do this for real.
I just thought...

I'm sorry.

I, uh, better shoot.

Yeah.

Nearly forgot.

Is it all right if I nip by your place

and pick up that flamingo
you've been looking after?

- Isn't that it?
- No, man.

That's the other one.
They're a matching pair.

That's why I had to bring this one here.

I'm reuniting them.

Oh, yeah, I see, um...

Yeah, help yourself.

How's it going with you both?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I mean, right now,
it feels like we're both

coming at this brother thing

from completely different directions.

Well, that doesn't mean it
isn't worth sticking at it.

The flamingo...

Flamingo?

The flamingo!

Well, that's it, isn't it?

That's how!

That's how the victim could have been

pushed off the rooftop
without anyone being there.

How could someone
push Kevin off the roof

when he was on his own?

Rosalie phoned me, worried,

so I jumped in my car,
and I got here as quick as I could,

but Kevin... Kevin!

..locked the roof door.

- Is he still up there?
- Yes.

Like I said, sir,

it's probably just a piece of rubbish.

And that explains the horoscope!

The horoscope?

- The horoscope!
- And the flamingo?

The horoscope and the flamingo!
That explains everything!

Well, almost. I need to check
a couple of things first.

The GPS tracker on the
car that picked you up,

and I need to take a look
outside Government House.

So, what's he looking for?

I have no idea.

Well, whatever it is,
I think he found it.

This case, I'll be honest,
it's been tough.

Our victim falls to
his death from a roof.

Our three suspects all
have solid alibis...

..because you could all be accounted for

at the time it happened.

The only explanation that makes sense

is that Kevin Felton
jumped of his own accord.

That's what we've been saying
from the start. It was suicide.

Except it wasn't. It was murder.

And we now know that it was you,
Leo Quinn, who did it.

But I was with everyone else
when it happened, like you said.

Well, yeah... except that's not when it
happened or, indeed, where it happened.

Because at the point where Kevin Felton

was heard falling onto that car,
he was already dead.

And to make it look like
that's when and, indeed,

how it happened, you...

..and your father...

..and Ms Shelman constructed
a very clever plan

that nearly had us all fooled.

You see, it was something
I saw just this afternoon.

Someone was transporting something
on the back of their car,

and it got me to thinking
how you could have made it

look like Kevin fell on
that car when he didn't.

Then I remembered this.

It's a horoscope, torn from a newspaper,

found tucked inside Kevin's hoodie.

And that's when I started to
wonder if Kevin didn't fall

where we thought he did.

Mr Quinn, we know the night
of his murder Kevin told you

he was going to reveal
the truth about Mr McCann

making an illegal land
grab on that building.

And so, you phoned your father,

and you both headed off
to Government House,

- where Kevin phoned Rosalie.
- No, I didn't.

- I didn't follow Kevin.
- Oh, but you did, Leo.

You see, I checked the
GPS tracking on your car,

and it shows that you arrived
at Government House at 3:44am

and parked around the
back for 26 minutes.

It was a big deal for Kevin,

what he was going to do that night.

We know he felt intimidated
by you, Mr McCann.

So, calling the police,
revealing your corruption,

I think that weighed heavy on him.

But I need to do it in
my own time, all right?

It's maybe why he went to the bar first

and had a couple of drinks
that evening to steel his nerves

because he discovered a
crime was being committed

by you, his boss, and he
wanted the truth to come out.

And doing so would also mean

he could finally leave
his lonely life here

and fly back home to England.

Feeling anxious, he went up
onto the roof to get some air -

and when Rosalie went
downstairs to see Ms Shelman,

Mr Quinn, you also
headed up to the roof.

We'll never know what
happened up there that night.

We assume you...

You can't do this to us.

..pleaded with him, but he refused...

- You'll destroy us!
- ..to listen to you.

Everything my father's built up!
His reputation!

He'll go to prison for fraud!

Aww...

And in the heat of the moment,

you ran at Kevin with some
force and you pushed him.

Whoa!

Mr McCann,

I believe you arrived
at Government House

around the same time that happened.

We understand you never had

much involvement in your son's life.

So, why not just let the
police deal with his actions?

Why risk getting involved yourself?

Well, we think,
after seeing what Leo had done,

realising the loyalty he'd
shown in trying to protect you,

you decided to help him.

Phone records show that
you made your second call

to Ms Shelman that night
at 4:04 in the morning -

to, A, bring her in on your plan,

and, B, to tell her to keep
Rosalie distracted downstairs

while Leo exited the roof.

So, as instructed,

Leo recovered the title
deed from Kevin's bag

and came off the roof,

locking the door with the only
key and taking it with him.

You then told Leo to go and
collect the Commissioner

from the airport,
as he was supposed to, at 4:30am,

while you remained in the
alley with Kevin's body.

It was four in the morning,

so, unlikely anyone would appear
but in case someone did,

you knew you could deal with it.

I mean, we know you're no stranger
to chucking money at a problem

to make it go away.

And, Deborah, you tasked
Rosalie with getting hold

of the Commissioner once he landed,

while you went and "dealt" with Kevin,

pretending he was still
alive behind the door.

Kevin!

Kevin!

When I arrived at Government
House with Mr Quinn,

Rosalie took me upstairs,
believing Kevin was on the roof.

We had no reason to think
you didn't follow us inside.

But you didn't.
You turned, got in your car

and drove round to the alley
at the back of the building.

As the GPS also proves.

Once there, you knew you had to
make some kind of dent in the roof

to make it look as though
Kevin had fallen in it.

I imagine that you would
just jump up and down on it,

and you and your father, George McCann,

moved Kevin's body onto the car roof,

remembering to put the roof
door key in his pocket.

Unfortunately for you,

there were bins out back, overflowing.

And this...

..unassuming piece of rubbish

must have been lying on the ground,

and as you moved Kevin's body,
got stuck under his hoodie.

You see, it was always bugging me

why this was inside Kevin's clothing.

But if he fell at the
rear of the building

and not at the front...

..then this little horoscope
starts to make sense.

He got all that
from a piece of paper?

Mm-hm.

Mr Quinn, you then drove round
to the front of the building

and parked the vehicle exactly
where you had previously,

before heading inside.

Mr McCann, you also drove round
to the front of the building

and proceeded to create a loud bang.

Hearing that noise from outside

was Leo's cue to set
off his car alarm...

..while you got back into your car,

giving the impression
you'd just arrived.

It was certainly a
convincing show you put on,

and you very nearly got away with it.

You tried to take from this island

somewhere that stands for
all that is good and right.

But... much like myself,
that building isn't going anywhere.

George McCann, stand up!

Stand up!

I'm arresting you for perverting
the course of justice,

fraud and theft,

and for assisting in the
cover-up of a murder.

Deborah Shelman,
you are also under arrest.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not later...

Thank you.

You wanted to see me, Commissioner?

Come.

You've done some good work,
Sergeant Fletcher,

during this case.

And you seem to have settled
in well with your colleagues.

But after hearing what
happened this afternoon,

your reckless behaviour...

..I am concerned.

I am sorry, sir.

I just wanted to get us a result, and...

I know it was a stupid thing to do.

How do I know it won't happen again?

Because I won't let it.

I just lost myself for a moment.

Hmm.

It isn't the first time, though,
is it, that you have...

..lost yourself?

Your employment file from Jamaica,

and I've spoken to the
Chief Commissioner...

..so...

..I know what happened
there before you left.

That's all in the past now, sir.

It's behind me.

I promise you, there
will be no more mistakes.

OK.

Go.

I'm sorry about
your brother, sir,

that he made things awkward for you.

Maybe the Commissioner was right.

The road was always going to be bumpy,

so perhaps it's worth sticking with.

I mean...

..he's family, right?

So whatever curveballs are thrown...

..I want it to work.

Anyway, serious talk over.

It is officially beer o'clock. Come on.

Sir, where are all your clothes?

And...

And the record player
and all the records?

Sir, you have had a break-in!

No.

He's cleared the place out.

Couples therapy. Not my cup of tea.

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

Turn left! Wait, no! Sorry!

- For God's sake, Alasdair!
- Nah.

Each of them had opportunity

to kill the victim during the dinner.

Except no-one leaves the table

for more than two to three minutes.

This island petitioned
to get you your job back

and you walked away
like you didn't care.

- Solomon!
- Mm!

You get me my things now,
or I arrest you.

It's your choice.

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