All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - 15x04 - Episode 4 (iP.WEB-DL.720p-RAWR, iP.WEB-DL.1080p-RAWR).eng

* Feel the spirit *

* Moving in my soul *

* Clap your hands *

* Jump for joy *

* Clap your hands *

* Jump for joy *

* Shake your head... *

Lord, I know the coming days
are going to be hard for me.

Yasmine, we've got two less for lunch.

..to give me the strength to face them...

Lucia and Winston...
well, Winston's not feeling...

..if you're by my side...

I still made as much
green fig salad as usual.

Always gets eaten.

Oh, Sylvie, sweetheart, I'm so sorry.

We didn't disturb you, did we?

No. Just saying a quick prayer.

Oh, please don't tell me you got
the whole church ready on your own.

I don't mind. I enjoy it.

Yeah, but I told him to be here to help.

Oh...

So, I think I know
what you're going to say.

Despite me specifically asking you...

To arrive early and help
Mrs Godwin with the church.

I'm sorry. I promise,
it will never happen again.

- It will.
- I mean, yes. It's very probable.

So are you going to
make it to the service?

Um...

Well, I will try my best.

Jah Jah.

* I ain't gonna study war no more *

* Study war no more *

* Study *

* War no more *

* I ain't gonna study war no more *

* Study war no more *

* Study *

* War no more *

* I'm gonna put on my long white robe *

* Down by the riverside *

* Down by the riverside *

* Down by the riverside *

* I'm gonna put on my long white robe *

* Down by the riverside *

* Down by *

* The riverside *

* I ain't gonna study war no more... *

..Say a little prayer
in the morning for you.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Hmm!

I'm going to nip home and grab the food.

- Ah!
- Is Seb still not here?

You going to be OK setting up for lunch?

I'll be fine.

OK.

Today's collection, Pastor.

I'll go and finish tidy-up in here,

then I'll head over to your place.

I'll see you soon, Sylvie.

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

OK, everybody!

Come and sit down.

Oh, that boy has a sixth sense.

You can't get him to come
to church on time,

but dish up some food and there he is.

What a feast! Looks like
I timed it just right.

Can't wait to dig in.
I'm dead fo' hungry.

Miss Sealy.

- Mwah! Mama.
- Mmm!

- Y'all good?
- Mm-hm.

Nice to see you, Seb.

Right, come, everybody, sit down.

Wait.

Sylvie's not here.

Don't tell me she's still at the church.

Yes I. All good?

Mervin! Good afternoon.

We don't often see you here on your own.

Er, yeah, well, the Commissioner
has been encouraging me to...

..put myself out more.

And you've got to do what
the big man says, right?

So I thought I'd try my hand
with the dominoes crowd.

Good for you. I'll introduce you.

Um...!

It's a lot noisier than how
they play back home.

I mean, back there,
it's... it's... it's more sedate.

- And less, um...
- Passionate?

- Exactly that.
- So often the way with the English.

Ah... everyone, this is Mervin.

He was looking to play.

Oscar. Maybe you could
play with him. Hmm?

- Sure.
- Yeah. Nice to meet you, Oscar.

- Nice to meet you.
- Um...

Be gentle with me, yeah?
It's been a while.

Oh, Naomi! You're not working today?

We are now, I'm afraid.
Got an accidental death.

Coroner's away at the moment,

so we have to go and sign off on it.

Mervin's here.

He was just about to play
his first dominoes game

- on the island.
- There you go.

Oh.

- Oh.
- That's it.

Well...

OK, then. Uh...

Nice one, mate.

We should, uh, have a rematch sometime.

You know, by the 12th of never.

- It's not over already?
- The man totally thrashed me!

I was only gone a few moments!

Hands like a hurricane.
Never seen anything like it.

DS Thomas, please tell me
we've got a new case

to deal with, because that was
genuinely humiliating.

We have. By St Vincent's Church,

which is Seb's mother's church.

He was the one that called it in.

See you, Oscar.

English!

Victim's name is Sylvie Godwin.
She was 85 years old,

God bless her.

I can't believe she's
gone just like that.

Did you know her well?

Since I was a kid.

She was like an auntie to me, you know?

Sorry, mate.

So was she alone when it happened?

She stayed behind
after service to tidy up.

Looks like she was dusting the cross

and lost her footing
and pulled it down with her.

Poor woman.

Paramedics reckon she banged her head

when she landed.
Caused an injury to the brain.

And you found her body, Officer Rose?

Mm-hm.

Me and my mum and Miss Sealy.
She's the headmistress

at the church primary school
down the road.

Miss Godwin!

Something isn't right.

It's not adding up.

This whole scene in front of her,

it's just not adding up for me.

It's her shoes.

What's wrong with her shoes?

Well, there's nothing wrong
with her shoes, per se.

They're nice enough Sunday-best shoes.

Got a bit of a heel on them.
About two inches, I reckon.

The thing is, most people,

if they're going to climb up
on a chair to do some dusting

and they're wearing heels,

they're going to remove them beforehand

to be more sure-footed.

Safety first and all that.

And at 85 years old, I
think Mrs Godwin here

would be even more likely to do
that than anyone younger

or more agile.

So, what are you suggesting?

That she didn't climb up on the chair?

No, she didn't. And if she didn't
climb up on the chair,

she didn't fall from the chair.

And if she didn't fall from the chair,

she didn't bang her head from falling.

And if she didn't bang
her head from falling,

then what did actually happen here?

You think it's suspicious?

I think we've been sold a lie.

- Well, that's not possible.
- Why not?

Because the church was all locked up

from the inside, so
nobody could get in or out.

Show me.

So, when we got here,
we went to the back entrance.

It's locked!

That won't go in.

The key's in on the other side!

So we came round to the front entrance

to the same situation.

Let me see.

There's a key in here, too.

So, I had to bust the door open.

- See?
- Whose key is that?

Mrs Godwin's. She usually locks the door

when she's tidying up
so nobody bothers her.

Show me the back door.

Is this also the victim's key?

No. That's from the hook over there, sir.

I don't know how it got in this door.

Could someone have been hiding in here

- while you were in there?
- No way.

As soon as I found her,
I saw my phone had no juice,

I came straight in here
and called the ambulance.

I'm telling you, both doors
were locked on the inside.

If someone killed Mrs Godwin
and staged a crime scene...

..then...

How did they manage to get out?

No, that just can't be.

There is no reason anybody would
want to do that to Sylvie.

She's right. It's crazy
you think it is suspicious.

Well, can you tell us
a little more about her?

Did Mrs Godwin have any family?
Was she married?

Was, but he passed away...
When was it, now?

It was 2017.

I officiated the funeral.

I mean, you want to know
about Sylvie's life?

It was this church!

This church was her family!

That's the truth.

She had been coming to St
Vincent's since before I was born.

She was christened here,
she got married here, she...

And she never missed
a single Sunday service

in all of her life.

Pastor, I came straight over.

Thank you for coming, Hector.

Oh!

I called Hector and told him the news.

He was very close to Sylvie.

She was his school teacher
many years ago.

Hector Moise.

DI Wilson. DS Thomas.

So Mrs Godwin was a teacher?

St Vincent Primary School.

I took over from her
as headmistress when she retired.

And you kept in touch with her?

Always.

The things she did for me as a kid,

above and beyond, you know?

In what way?

She kept an eye on me
cos my parents didn't.

Sylvie and Walter, her husband,

they never had kids themselves.

Hector meant the world to her.

That's why this just can't be true!

That woman had nothing but good in her.

Well, if you think of anything,
you let us know, yeah?

Mm.

You can go and rest your feet now.

I'll clear all this up.

You want me to make you a herbal tea?

After a day like today,

all I want is for you to pour me a rum.

A large one.

All right. Christmas rum
coming out early this year.

Seb... Your Inspector...

..is he usually right
about this kind of thing?

99.9% of the time.

So, someone did murder Sylvie.

Mm.

But who?

I don't know.

But it couldn't have been
anybody at the church, right?

So maybe Sylvie had things
going on in her life

that we don't know about.

But, Mum, I promise you,

whatever it is, we'll figure it out.

All right.

I know this hasn't
played out how we expected,

but I had to do what I had to do.

No, I'm not coming back yet.

Not until I've got what I came for.

Finished your breakfast?

You're welcome.

Oh!

Commissioner, you made me jump.

Good morning, Inspector.

Good morning.

This arrived for me in the morning post.

It's from your victim.

Mrs Godwin saw me on the local news

covering the recent
police initiative event.

She said she could tell I
wanted to put things right,

and that's what she also
needed to do, right a wrong.

But she didn't say what that was?

Only that whatever it was
was of a criminal nature

and had something to do
with St Vincent's Church.

"There is a dark secret"

"that has been buried for too long,"

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

It was posted on Saturday morning.

And 24 hours later, she was dead.

Well, this gets more
interesting by the minute.

How much is in Mrs Godwin's
bank account?

$2,463,000.

What?! Are you sure about that?

Like, seriously?

Seriously.

Who knew primary school
headteachers earned so much?

I requested statements
that go further back.

All I have is the last five years,

and the money was already in the account.

The victim's husband - Walter, is it?

What did he do for a living?

Mr Walter Godwin. He was the caretaker

at the same school
that Mrs Godwin worked at.

I think that's where they first met.

So it's unlikely to be his money.

Do we know anything about her family?

Yeah. Mrs Godwin told me once
her parents were farmers.

They definitely weren't rich.

So she didn't inherit it.

Could the money have something to do
with the crime

she talks about in this letter?

The one connected to St Vincent's?

Officer Rose, give your mum a call.

See if it sparks a memory
or something, yeah?

Cool. But...

..all of this is a bit odd

because it's nothing like Mrs Godwin.

I mean, $2 million? That's crazy!

She wasn't that kind of person.

Once we're done here,

we're going to go and search
Mrs Godwin's house.

Also, we've emailed everyone

on the St Vincent's weekly newsletter

to see if any of the parishioners

saw anything suspicious yesterday.

OK, thank you.

Sir...

..that was the solicitor
handling Sylvie Godwin's will.

It seems Mrs Godwin has
left everything to Hector Moise.

Wow. So this guy's
just become a millionaire?

It appears so, sir.

What do we know about him?

He's a fisherman. Or was.

But he hasn't worked
for the last 18 months or so

due to an injury out at sea.

So if he's had no income
for almost two years, then...

Then two million's
going to come in very handy.

I don't know, either.
It's all a bit crazy right now.

Mum, I'll speak to you later.
I got to go.

I'll leave you to it, Inspector.

- No worries, Commissioner.
- Sir!

I just got off the phone to my mother

and she has no idea what Sylvie Godwin

was talking about in that letter.

Well, if anything else
comes to mind, let me know,

- yeah?
- All right.

Where are they going?

To interview Hector Moise.

He's a possible suspect now.

Hector? A suspect?

- Mm.
- He's a good guy.

He wouldn't kill anybody,
let alone Sylvie Godwin.

She was like a mother to him!

Well, these are the questions
we have to ask.

It's what we do.

Without fear or favour, remember?

Mm.

That used to be my boat... there.

Spent more time together,
me and her, than anyone else.

And then...

..some doctor you don't even know

writes a certificate saying
you can't do it no more.

Well, how are your finances,
now you're not working?

I'm struggling, all right?

No-one wants to employ a guy
who only knows how to do

one thing in his life.

Yeah, but that all changes
now, doesn't it?

Excuse me? What?

Mr Moise, you inherit the bulk
of Sylvie Godwin's estate.

And don't tell us you didn't know.

Her solicitor told us
Mrs Godwin informed you

- when she made the will a few years back.
- Yeah, I knew,

but she got hardly nothing,
just her house,

which is a few tens of thousands.

You think I'd kill for that?

You're telling us she didn't let you know

- what was in her will?
- No.

Why?

It's more than just her house.

$2.4 million more.

I'm sorry, what?

Is this a joke?

- Funny how things turn out, eh?
- Yeah.

I didn't know she had that kind
of money. I swear to you.

She never mentioned
a word to me about it.

Hmm.

Look, I get it.
I get how it looks to you.

I need money... badly. I'm desperate.

But I had no idea
Sylvie was loaded like that...

..so why would I kill her?

Sarge! Found some kind of time machine

in Mrs Godwin's office.

Oh! It's a computer!

- Uh, have you done those?
- No. Not yet.

- OK, you do that and I'll do this.
- Cool.

Well, it seems to be working.

So I noticed your dad
wasn't around yesterday.

If you don't mind me asking, is he...?

Yeah, he, um...

He passed away.

I'm so sorry.

How old were you?

- 11.
- That's so young. Must have been hard.

Really hard, you know?

Yeah... my first lesson in pain.

But seeing my mother rise up
every morning after that...

..that showed me what true
love looks like, you know?

Made us closer. A team.

You can tell.

"The Belshaw Diptych"?

You know what a diptych is?

Yeah. It's, um,
used to measure oil in the car.

You know, you dip it in, take it out.

I said diptych.

You're trying to say dipstick, right?

Diptych. "A painting or
a carving on two panels",

"usually hinged like a book."

Oh, you mean diptych?

Yeah, man, me know about
diptych and them thing, yeah.

Well, apparently,
this Belshaw Diptych is rare.

Priceless kind of rare.

Yeah?

Why was Sylvie interested in this?

Let's check her search history.

Wacha!

She searched the hell out of it.

This was three days ago.

Friday, the day before
she posted that letter

to the Commissioner.

The Belshaw Diptych is
a rare French panel painting

from the Middle Ages.

Each panel measures 50 by 30cm.

- Rare.
- So it's worth some coinage?

Hmm! It's worth major
coinage if anybody could find it.

It went missing from France
during the Second World War.

And here it is.

"It's believed the diptych was
taken from a museum in Paris"

"by a young German soldier
called Josef Kraus."

They reckon he brought that
same painting over here

- to the Caribbean.
- When the Vichy Government

sent a new governor to Martinique,

Kraus and a couple
of other German soldiers

accompanied him.

And what happened to it
when he came here?

Boy! Jah know, but Josef
Kraus, he fled the region

when the war finished, and
the painting never resurfaced.

And some historians believe

that Kraus hid the Belshaw Diptych

on one of the smaller
neighbouring islands,

like Saint Marie.

Right. So, our victim was
looking into this Belshaw Diptych,

and the next day sent a letter
to the Commissioner

saying she wanted to put
right a wrong that took place

many years before at St Vincent's Church.

And 24 hours later, Sylvie
was murdered in the church

with both doors locked from the inside.

She also had over
$2 million in her bank account,

and we've no idea how she got that money.

But if she came into
possession of this painting,

then maybe that could explain
why she ended up so rich.

OK, let's keep digging, yeah?

And, DS Thomas, get in
touch with the Commissioner.

Because if there's any truth in it,

this could be a big deal.

Everything all right?

It's just, like, first Hector,
then Mrs Godwin.

It's all...

It's all a bit much right now.

Sylvie was all about
doing the right thing.

You should have said so.

No, cos it's like you said, right?
Without fear or favour.

So it's not right,
me defending her, is it?

Even if I know it's the truth.

Seb, if this case is too close to home,

it's OK to take a step back.

No, it's cool, Sarge. It's cool.

I really want to help
get to the bottom of this.

For Sylvie.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- I'm good.
- All right.

Then I'll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?

- All right.
- Take care of yourself.

All right.
Thanks for letting me know, Mrs Martin.

You have yourself a good evening.

Sir. That was one of the
parishioners from St Vincent's.

Received the email we sent out

asking if anyone saw anything
suspicious yesterday.

- Uh-huh?
- Says she saw a woman outside the church

yesterday morning
parked up in a hire car.

Never seen her at St Vincent's before.

- Description?
- It was a silver vehicle

with logos for Cariba Car Hire.

The woman looked in her 50s

with shoulder-length blonde hair.

Not much of a tan, apparently.

So, with the hire car, maybe not a local?

Yeah, it's me again.

So who is she?

I'm telling you,
the police haven't found it yet.

I watched two officers leaving her house,
both of them carrying evidence,

and they didn't have it with them.

So where has it got to?

I know a little of the history

of the Belshaw Diptych. But how or why

that connects to Sylvie Godwin...

..I don't know.

But I shall ask around.

Evening, all. Um...

Sorry I'm late.

I had a prior arrangement
with a bloke called Barry.

Who, might I ask, is Barry?

It's funny you should ask that.

Well, Barry is a retired expat
who is returning to the UK

to be with his grandchildren,

so he's selling off
a bunch of stuff online.

So I got myself this beauty.

And what is that, sir?

This is the answer to Catherine's prayers

not that she knows yet.

What is the answer to my prayers?

Oh, Catherine. Well...

..it's the one thing that's missing
from your place.

Mm.

Oh!

- It's a dartboard.
- I can see that.

You see, the thing is,
dominoes is all well and good,

but for a boozer to be a proper boozer...

Pardon. But this is not a boozer.

- Pub.
- Or a pub!

Well, whatever this establishment
wants to call itself,

with this on your wall, it can only...

..enhance the communal vibe.

No. We're not an
English-themed sports bar.

- It's not going up.
- Yeah, but, Catherine...

- I said no!
- Just imagine...

Mervin! My final word.

No! No!

It seems you are now the proud owner

of your very own dartboard.

Hmm?

Ha-ha.

All a bit much for
me right now at the moment,

- you know?
- I know it is, my love. I know.

Whoa! Mum! What's this?

- Oh!
- Huh?

Seb, sweetheart...
Uh, this isn't, um...

Seb, you...
You weren't supposed to...

Good evening, Sebastian.
You all right?

Me? Are you all right?
What's this? Huh?

What's going on? Cos it look like...
What, are you...?

I, uh...

I... I guess you could say
we've been getting close,

- the two of us.
- Right.

Since when?

Well, um, since...

I suppose, since, um...

What would you say, Laurette?
How long has it been?

Well, I suppose we could say,
um... it's been...

- ..a year.
- A year?!

A year, Ma, and you never once
thought to mention it to me?

Uh... Hector, I'm so sorry, could you...?

Could you give us a moment, please?

Actually, I need to be
getting home anyway, so...

Sorry you had to find out
like this, Sebastian.

I should have...
We should have to...

Sorry.

I wanted to tell you, but I...

I was too scared.

Of how I'd react?

- No.
- So, then what?

See? It is cos of that.

No, no, really, it's not that.

A whole year, Ma.

A whole year you've been lying to me.

You know...

..in the last 24 hours,

it turns out not one person
is who I thought they were.

But I never thought
you would be one of them.

I need some air.

Good morning, Inspector, DS Thomas.

Inheritance?

Oh, well, I mean...

OK, that's interesting.

All right. Well, thanks.
And also, I wanted to know,

so... when was...?

- What the...?
- Oh, one second, sorry.

Good morning, Inspector. Sarge. Sarge.

What's going on, Seb?

Well, I went on a walk last night,

and I ended up here,
so I thought I'd come and...

- ..start on the case.
- Can we...?

Yes, sure. Sorry, sir.

Yes, sorry, sir.

Oh. Sorry.

Sorry. Oh, no. Sor... Sorry.

Yes, yes. Come on, yes.

So, um, I'm just on the phone with, uh,

Sylvie Godwin's bank manager.
And, interestingly,

the 2.5 million in her account,
she inherited it

from her husband, Walter Godwin.

The bank manager says she don't know
where he got it from

or how Walter got so rich.

- It was Walter's money?
- Yeah, and, unfortunately,

the lawyer who was handling Walter's will

is no longer around.

So... that's all I got.

Why is there a Post-it with
"postmortem!" written on it?

Oh, uh, the postmortem just came in.
It's here somewhere.

Got it. Under the takeaway.

I will clear that up for you, soon
as possible, Sarge. Sorry about that.

Why is there a pack
of toilet roll on my desk?

That's why I went for the walk
in the first place!

My new housemate was like,
"Don't forget the toilet roll."

PM says the victim became unconscious

and died of hypoxia and reckons

she was hit with something
with a sharp edge,

rather than banging her head
on the floor.

So we're right. It was murder.

What are all these printouts
on the floor, Seb?

Oh, that's from, uh, Cariba Car Hire.

They sent the details of the woman
who was seen outside

St Vincent's Church
the morning of the murder.

Selina Bascombe.

54 years old, from the UK, Berkshire.

Arrived here Friday and is
staying at the Golden Bay Hotel.

Yeah, I think she's just a tourist.
There's nothing interesting about her yet.

Well, then, you didn't
look properly, Seb.

Cos on her passport,
she uses her maiden name.

Godwin.

As in Sylvie and Walter Godwin?

H-How did I miss that?

We need to talk to her right away.

- Sergeant Fletcher.
- Mm?

Yeah, sorry about that. Hello?

Hello?

Seb, this is cool.

You're trying to move the case on.

But your head is pinging around

all over the place.
It's close to chaos in there.

I understand what it looks like, Sarge,

but I've been up all night
doing a lot of work,

- and I feel like I'm very...
- I think you should go home.

OK? Have a shower.
Get yourself straight.

- But, Sarge. I need to finish...
- I know, I know.

But you're not helping right now.

We can't work like this.

All right, Sarge. Cool.

Thanks for coming in, Miss Bascombe.

Please take a seat.

Walter Godwin was my grandfather.

He was stationed on Saint Marie
during the Second World War.

When the war ended, he
wrote to my grandmother,

who was pregnant with
my father at the time,

saying that he wasn't coming home,

that it was over between them.

And he knew she was pregnant?

Yes. Except...

I don't think it was him
who wrote that letter.

I think it was someone else.

Um... I found this on the
St Vincent's Church website.

It's the day that Walter Godwin
got married to Sylvie.

Well... that's Sylvie.

But that's not Walter Godwin.

That's not my grandfather, see?

That's not the same man.

So, you realised

that someone might have stolen
your grandfather's identity?

I know they did.

And you came here to Saint Marie
to find out

who this other Walter Godwin was?

That's why you were at the church
Sunday morning

to speak with Sylvie Godwin.

Mrs Godwin?

So, how did she react when you suggested

that the man who she'd been married
to for 60-odd years

may not be who she thought he was?

She already knew.

She said that she'd only just
found out herself that week.

- How?
- Well, her plumber

had found a box
hidden under the floorboards

when he was fixing a pipe.

I'll find out which plumber.

Sylvie said it had the true
identity of her husband in it,

all his personal documents,

making clear what happened
to my grandfather.

Which was what?

She wouldn't tell me.

She said that she wasn't ready yet,

and that she wanted to do it
in her own time

and in her own way, whatever that meant.

I think it meant she wanted to go
to the police first about it,

which must have frustrated you,

coming all this way
to be denied the truth.

It is my family!

You have no right
to keep this to yourself!

I'm sorry! I can't help you.

And in that moment,
caught up in it all,

- that's when you must have...
- No, no.

No. I wouldn't. Really, I wouldn't.

I just left.

I was angry, but I
didn't want to hurt her.

I just wanted to know
what was in that box.

And now she's dead
and I don't know where it is.

So, if Sylvie had this box
she talked about...

..where is it? Because
it wasn't at the crime scene

and it wasn't at her house.

And if someone did steal
Walter Godwin's identity, who?

And what happened to
the real Walter Godwin?

I just got off the phone with the plumber

who was over at the victim's
house last Friday.

Said Sylvie looked haunted
after she looked inside that box.

About an hour later, she
was getting inside a taxi,

saying she needed to go to
St Vincent's Primary School.

She went to see Yasmine Sealy.

OK, I'm going to lay it out, Miss Sealy.

I believe it's you who
has the missing box.

Sylvie's.

We could get a search warrant or...

It's a German passport.

From the Second World War,
looks like. Belonged to...

Josef Kraus.

"It's believed the diptych was
taken from a museum in Paris"

"by a young German soldier
called Josef Kraus."

The last visa stamp
shows he left Martinique

at the end of the war
and came to Saint Marie.

"Saint Marie Times,
September 27th, 1945."

It's a report about
an unnamed British soldier

getting into a fight with a
group of German naval officers

and left for dead
near St Vincent's Church.

His body was never found.

I believe that soldier was Walter Godwin,

and I think Josef Kraus
came across his body.

Josef realised
he could steal his identity,

if he could dispose of the body
without it being found.

A map of the St Vincent churchyard.

That must be where
the real Walter Godwin was buried.

He took Walter's uniform and papers

and buried him there, in this grave,

so no-one would ever find it.

From that moment on, Josef Kraus was...

Walter Godwin.

I guess he softened his
accent as much as he could,

and by the time he and
Sylvie met, about 15 years later,

he seemed like the Englishman
she thought he was.

We need to get a forensic dig team
over from Guadeloupe.

I'm assuming Mr Kraus

went to all these lengths
because of this.

The Belshaw Diptych.

I mean, if the authorities
worked out he stole it

and came looking for him,

then, with a new identity,
they wouldn't find him.

From what I know, he lived a simple life,

working as a caretaker for this school.

And when he and Sylvie met,

everyone always said
they truly loved each other.

That was the day she retired.

Handed the baton over to me.

Why have you got this box, Miss Sealy?

Sylvie brought it with her
when she came here on Friday.

I asked her if I could keep it so I
could look into it some more. That's all.

It's entirely innocent.

Not if you didn't tell us
about it, it isn't.

Actually, that's suspicious.

Why did you choose
to keep it to yourself?

This school is everything to me.

And I can't risk its reputation
being damaged.

We're struggling enough
as it is - financially.

All we have to keep going is donations,
people's goodwill. And if it ever got out

that we had a caretaker working here

that wasn't who we thought he was...

..was a Nazi soldier
who covered up a murder...

So you killed Miss Godwin
to stop all this?

No, no, no. I'm very sorry,

I should have told you
about it, I know, but...

..I didn't kill her.

So if Josef Kraus
sold the Belshaw Diptych

and had all that money,

then why he never do nothin' with it?

Never spend it. Nothin'.

Perhaps he kept it just in case.

I mean, if the truth
ever caught up with him,

then he had the means
to change his identity. Again.

Afternoon, Sergeant Thomas.

The trouble is, we're still
no closer to working out

who murdered Sylvie Godwin,

and then managed to exit the building

when both the front
and back door were locked

from the inside with
keys inside the lock.

He's buried here?

My grandfather?

We believe so, yes.

Officer Rose.

Inspector. Hey.

Um...

Sorry, I was just, uh,
taking a moment, you know?

I'll give you some space.

No, no, no. No, you're all right.

I was just coming in to see
if I could make any more sense

- of it all.
- Mm. Me too, I guess.

And?

Not much.

Usually, I find...

..it levels me out.

I can feel peace here.

Uh, sorry I haven't been much use
in this investigation.

It's just been a lot for me, you know?

I mean, look, we all have cases that, um,

throw us off balance from time to time.

And I've had more
than my fair share, trust me.

Right. See, when I'm thrown
by a case, my brain just...

..it starts jumping around like some...

..itchy-footed grasshopper, you know?

Well...

..maybe that is
your unique selling point.

So I'd say embrace it.

Own it. Don't let it own you.

In fact, you know what? Let's try it.

- Let's try it right now, yeah?
- How?

We visualise it.

Only this time, you are taking the lead.

OK, come on. Up you get. That's it.

OK...

This is the crime scene.

The murder of Sylvie Godwin.

That door, the front door,
is locked from the inside.

The key's in the door.

Sylvie's body is here.

This big wooden cross is on top of her.

Now, come on,

just freestyle it, yeah? Just say
whatever your brain wants to say.

Um... I'm thinking about
when I busted the door open...

..and I hurt my arm. You know?

When I got home, it was all bruised up,

so I drank some rum to numb the pain.

But... that also means
it was definitely locked.

OK. OK. What else?

Well, then, if you were the killer,

you'd probably prefer
to leave the scene out the back.

Yeah, yeah. Keep going, keep going.

So that way you're less likely
to be seen by others.

So, um, maybe...

..we're in the wrong room.

The back room! Come on.

So, what's it saying to you?

This room, what's it telling you?

- Hmm.
- What?

Collection box.

It's just, usually it sits right
there under the shelf.

Now it looks like it's been
pulled out a little bit.

- There's a coin in it.
- And that's odd because...?

Because Mrs Godwin
empties the collection box

every Sunday after the service...

Today's collection, Pastor.

..and she gives the money to my mum.

So... this must have been put in there

after she was murdered, which means...

Well, then, the killer
must have put it there!

That won't go in.

The key's in on the other side!

PM says the victim became unconscious

and reckons she was hit by something
with a sharp edge.

Diptych. "A painting
or a carving on two panels",

"usually hinged like a book."

Local art historians

generally believe
it was brought to Saint Marie.

Bingo!

Have you solved the case?

It was actually Officer Rose

and his itchy-footed
grasshopper brain that solved it.

- I did.
- That coin explains everything.

OK, let's move, people.

There's still some things we need to do.

Like get hold of a search warrant.

And we need the luminol.

Oh! And we need a tape measure.

- Why do we need a tape measure?
- To measure something!

Way back in 1945,

a young British soldier
by the name of Walter Godwin

was killed here on Saint Marie.

His identity was stolen
and his body was hidden

in someone else's grave.

Now, finally, thanks to Sylvie Godwin

and the discovery of this box,

that young man can get
the proper burial he deserves.

Thank you.

Which brings us to
the crime in the present,

Sylvie Godwin's murder at St
Vincent's Church on Sunday.

And although it occurred

many years after Walter Godwin's murder,

this little wooden box and its contents

helped solve this murder, as well.

We know from the postmortem

that Sylvie was hit with a sharp object.

This spray, luminol,
detects traces of blood,

and this proves that there was
blood on the box recently.

As you can see here.

Now, we haven't had the time

to carry out the relevant tests,

but when our lab compares this blood

with Sylvie's,
I'm confident they'll match.

And as this box has only been
in one person's possession

since the murder,
it has led me to believe

that Sylvie Godwin's killer was...

..Yasmine Sealy.

What have you done?!

That... That's not true.

Someone else must have taken it and...

Don't worry, Miss Sealy. We'll
be coming to this in a minute.

Throughout this case,

we've worked on the assumption that
Sylvie Godwin's husband,

real name Josef Kraus, had
sold the painting he had stolen,

which explains why

he had so much money in his bank account.

Well, it's half the truth,

because the unique
defining thing about a diptych

is that there are two halves to it.

Diptych.

"A painting or a carving on two panels,"

"usually hinged like a book."

And we now know that Josef Kraus

sold only one half
of the Belshaw Diptych.

And he kept the other half.

Goodness me.

Now, we'll never fully know why

Josef separated the two panels.

My sense is that he was someone
who liked to hedge his bets.

Be prepared for all eventualities.

I think that's partly why he
never spent any of the money.

Plus, having to explain to his wife-to-be

how he came into such major coinage

would mean admitting to the theft

of this famous piece of art
and also of being an impostor.

So, Josef held on to the
money and the picture.

So where has it been
the last 80-odd years or so?

Hanging on the wall
of the headmistress's office

at the St Vincent's Primary
School, which is now...

..your office, Miss Sealy.

Josef Kraus must have put it there

during his years as caretaker,

and no-one ever thought anything of it,

this faded religious icon

hanging on the wall of a church school,

surrounded by other religious images.

Earlier today, Miss Sealy,
when we talked in your office...

That was the day she retired.

..I saw that framed photo on
the wall of Sylvie and Walter,

and I happened to notice
the outline of a larger rectangle

around that frame
where the paint hadn't faded.

Clearly, another picture

had previously hung there for some time.

I didn't think much of it at
first, but I had it measured.

And guess what? It was 50cm by 30cm.

The exact same dimensions

as one half
of the Belshaw Diptych.

Each panel measures 50 by 30cm.

That's why Mrs Godwin came to
see you when she found the box

and realised what was
hanging on her old office wall.

We can't keep it. I'll go
and let the police know.

But you didn't agree, did you?

You told us your school
was struggling for money.

But we had a bit of a dig,
and it's... it's worse than that.

You've not drawn a salary
in the last six months

to keep it going.

You said yourself the place meant
so much to you.

And so the prospect
of getting millions of dollars

just landing in your lap...

Well, you just weren't willing
to give that up.

And so, after driving home

to pick up food
for Laurette's lunch gathering,

you returned to the church

to plead with Sylvie one more time.

Please don't do it!

That money...

It could help the school so much!

It could help me!

But Sylvie
wasn't for turning, was she?

I'm desperate!

As Officer Rose said, she
always tried to do good in life,

and she wasn't about to stop now.

Sorry.

So in that moment,

desire for the money
got the better of you,

and you decided
you were going to stop her.

I assume Sylvie had that box with her

in the church that day.

And this box...

..was your weapon of choice.

And once you used it to kill her,

you made it look like
there'd been some...

..tragic accident.

How could you?!

Now, knowing that
the front door of the church

had already been locked by Mrs Godwin,

you made your escape via the rear,

using the church's spare back door key,

that you took from the back room,

to lock the door from
the outside, and placing...

..this little coin in the lock...

- It's locked!
- ..so that when you returned

with Officer Rose and Laurette...

- That won't go in.
- ..and with a little play-acting,

it would seem like the door
was locked from the inside.

The key's in on the other side!

Then, when Officer Rose and his mum

headed round to the front,
you lingered briefly...

..and proceeded to open the door
with the church's spare key,

pushing this coin out in the process,
and then inserting that key...

..inside.

All you had to do was find
a moment to actually lock it.

OK, thank you.

Ambulance is on its way.

Seeing the coin
on the floor, you picked it up.

And without your bag or purse...

..you disposed of it
in the collection box.

And then actually locked
the back door with the key.

It was very clever of you,

making it look like Sylvie
was on her own in the church

when she had that fatal fall.

One might say... devilishly so.

But, you see, Sylvie was so determined

that the truth would come out,
that, even after her death,

her desire to put right
a decades-old wrong

finally won out.

This arrived for me in the morning post.

Officer Rose...

..I think this arrest
has your name on it.

Get up.

Yasmine Sealy, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Sylvie Godwin.

You don't need to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when
questioned something which

you later rely on in court...

Excuse me, Sarge. I'll be a second.

See you later.

Mum?

You all right?

I can't believe what that woman's done!

Poor Sylvie!

And just for money?!

I'm sorry for getting it wrong.

You haven't seen me
at my best on this case.

That's not what your Inspector told me.

He said it was because
of you that it all got solved.

Which is even more impressive

considering you had
other things to deal with.

Like your mother keeping secrets.

Honestly, Mum, I think
it's healthy you moving on.

I don't think you should be
getting old and lonely

and just focusing on me
and the church, you know?

You deserve happiness, too.

- You all right?
- Yes I.

So... you like him?

Then I'm pleased for you.

But you do know that

all that money he inherited
from the stolen painting,

he won't be getting
none of that, you know.

I'm not after him for his money!

But, seriously, though, I mean...

..he seems like a good guy.

With him shiny head!

See you Sunday.

Don't be late this time.

- Try my best.
- Hmm!

- Love you.
- Love you, too.

All right, that's the oche.

This is where you throw from.

You get three throws each,

and then it's the next player's turn.

All right? Let's get it started.

Game on. Round one.

Jah Jah.

I thought you were
supposed to hit the board,

- Inspector.
- Yeah, yeah,

I think there's something off
with the flight.

It's all right, not to worry.
We got this, sir.

Sir, you are really bad at this.

No, it's not me, honestly.
It's the darts.

You know, you're giving off some
real bad loser vibes right now.

Maybe you should let the
Commissioner take the last throw.

It's not his turn yet!

With respect.
Now, if you just stop talking,

then I can throw properly. All right?

There you go.

So...

So...

..that's two points, is it?

Just two points for our team?

Well, I'm just a bit rusty. That's all.

You want to join our team, Commissioner?

I mean, I don't think any of us
are going to be as bad as that.

* Moving in my soul *

* Feel the spirit... *

If you don't mind, Inspector.

All right. Well, come
on, then, Officer Rose.

You reckon you can do better?
Show us what you got.

* ..Jump for joy *

* Clap your hands *

* Shout for joy *

* Shake your head... *

Ladies and gentlemen
of The Tempest company,

this is your 15-minute call.

This was their final performance.
He suddenly collapsed

halfway through the second act.

The poison was in the bottle
that our victim

and the other two actors
drank from onstage,

but only Michael Farrer dies.

Would you like
to go for a drink with me?

That's inappropriate, Mr Gorman.

A complaint has been made

accusing you of unprofessional conduct.

Still haven't heard from your brother?

I think he's actually ignoring my calls.

Then maybe you should go
visit him in Antigua.

Somebody's given the Inspector some hair.

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