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-Ah!
Morning.
Er, sorry, finishing touches.
Sparkling?
Mmm.
What time does your father arrive?
HUMPHREY: Erm...
In about an hour, I think.
We're meeting up at the courthouse,
after the murder trial.
-Did you pick up the... -Case files are in
the Jeep, sir.
Good, good.
-An open-and-shut case.
Jack Harmer shoots dead the pastor's wife,
Sabine Mason,
in a marina drugs drop gone wrong.
Right!
Let's put this murderer behind bars, shall we?
FLORENCE: Uh...
Everything all right in the back, JP?
Morning.
EROL: Dwayne. DWAYNE: Yes, eh?
Morning.
We'll be here the whole time. Just so you know.
Um, nice and calm.
This is Erol. He's been staying calm
since long before you were born.
I had the pleasure of Mr Harmer's company
at the pre-trial hearing.
Get him inside.
It's a long way for your dad to come for just a few days.
-Via e-mail.
As I say, we're not particularly close.
No, I'm beginning to get that.
Can you make sure those are deposited into
the evidence store?
Thank you.
Ah, Pastor Mason.
Good morning, Inspector.
-A little apprehensive.
But justice will be done, I'm sure.
Will you tell my wife that I'm here?
She will see you in the courtroom.
A little light refreshment, gentlemen?
Erol, I like your way of thinking, you know!
DWAYNE: JP!
Er, yes, fine.
Yes, um...
As you said, open-and-shut case.
What could possibly go wrong?
EROL: This rum will make your toes curl!
DWAYNE: I certainly hope so!
Oh...
EROL: I have some more in the kitchen.
Just wait, wait.
-Hey, hey, hurry back now! -Mmm-hmm.
-MAN: Oh, no!
-We have to move the prisoner! -Oh, no!
JP: How do you know it's not a drill?
Because I'm the one who organises the drills.
That looks like blood!
He's bleeding!
He's been shot, I think.
He's dead!
Someone must've got in. They can't have got far.
Right. Keys!
JP, check the prisoner entrance.
Erol, you stay here.
Dwayne! Where on earth is that alarm coming from?
He's dead, Chief. Jack Harmer's been shot.
-Hey! Stop!
HUMPHREY: Lock down the entire courthouse.
Nobody leaves, nobody enters.
We placed him in the cell, locked the cell door.
-I did.
And he came in through the prisoner entrance,
which was locked behind you?
Yes. And the security door
at the courthouse end
was also locked when we left the victim
alone in the cell.
Erol unlocked it when we came to investigate
after the alarm had sounded.
See, it's protocol,
to move the prisoners outside
in the event of a fire.
FLORENCE: But there was no fire?
EROL: No.
We did a complete sweep of the courthouse,
and nothing.
-No.
Look, the killer must have used
a silencer.
Either that, or the sound of the alarm
drowned out the gunshot.
How many keys are there to this cell
and the other two doors?
Every door has its own key,
and there's only one copy of each.
And that prisoner entrance can only be unlocked
and opened from the inside.
FLORENCE: Where are these keys kept?
EROL: I keep them with me at all times.
And at night, they are locked in the safe,
you know, in the office.
And nobody else has access to these?
Just me.
JP, the car?
The only thing I can say for certain
is that it was an old green Citroen.
Was Jack Harmer served anything to eat here?
No, nothing.
And when was the cell last cleaned?
Last night, why?
There are ants.
DWAYNE: Chief, this is Honore.
It's hot.
-We have ants! -Hmm.
I just thought it was time.
-No.
So, if I understand this correctly,
there are two points of entry to this corridor,
neither of which the killer could have got through.
-It was 9:47.
DWAYNE: JP!
JP: I remember looking at my watch.
We returned 9:53.
Which means that, within that six-minute window,
I would wager that our killer
reached through these here bars,
shot him and then made off.
But why the alarm
Was it the killer?
All possible, Florence.
All possible.
But whichever it is, it still doesn't explain
how the killer managed to gain entry to the corridor
in the first place.
And you definitely didn't see anyone?
We sat right there.
A clear sightline to the door.
And was Erol with you the whole time?
Well, not quite the whole time.
I mean, he went to go and get some refreshments.
"Refreshments?"
Yes.
He left not long before the fire alarm went off.
Went to the kitchen next door and came straight back here.
And, JP.
This car,
this old green Citroen.
Jack Harmer is murdered.
Seconds later, a car speeds away from
the back of the courthouse at breakneck speed.
-JP: Hey! Stop!
That's got to be our guy, Chief.
You would think so, Dwayne.
You would think so.
Right, to sum up,
no-one could have got through the prisoners' entrance
as it can only be unlocked and opened from the inside,
leaving the courthouse entrance.
But then, to enter that way, someone would've,
A, needed a key
and, B, made it past Erol's office unnoticed,
which would seem to discount both.
So how did they make it to the cell?
Right.
Dwayne, run checks on the green car.
Have any been rented, stolen, or sold in recent weeks?
JP, dust the cell and corridor for prints.
Also see if you can find which fire alarm point was
set off.
-Yes, sir. -Florence,
release all those who were in the courtroom with us
at the time of death.
Assemble everyone else for questioning,
just in case the killer wasn't in that car.
Also, there was a reporter outside earlier,
let's recover that camera.
Yes, sir.
And we do need to break the news to
Mr Harmer's wife.
I don't understand.
How can he have been shot?
Yes, well, we're currently investigating
the possibility
that the gunman may have breached security,
and made it to your husband's holding cell.
You let him die!
-No, no... -He should've been protected.
You should've been protecting him.
I want to see him!
Yes, of course. Um, as soon as
we've finished here.
-Yes, please, come in.
DWAYNE: Gentlemen...
HUMPHREY: Er, thank you. Please, do sit down.
As you're all aware, Jack Harmer was murdered
this morning in his cell.
We believe that he was killed at some point between
9:47 and 9:53 a.m.
There's a six-minute window
when courthouse security was breached.
Mrs Harmer, do you remember where you were at this time?
I was outside, I think.
Did you talk to anyone
Thank you.
Pastor Mason, when I spoke to you
this morning,
you were out in the main entrance area.
-No, I was there
the whole time.
And during those six minutes,
did you see anyone, talk to anyone?
PASTOR MASON: I don't think so.
There weren't too many people around at the time.
-I must've been.
Mr Dumas, as we've ascertained,
you were with my officers for some of the time,
not all of it.
You left them in your office to go to the kitchen?
I was only there a matter of moments.
And while I was heading back, I heard the alarm go off, yes.
There's no way he could've got to Jack's cell
and back in that time.
Okay. Thank you. That's all for now.
Er, if you'd like to make your way back
out to the main foyer,
my colleague will be taking exclusion prints.
You will also be searched, as a matter of course,
on your way out by Officer Myers here.
-Thank you. -DWAYNE: Gentlemen, madame.
If, as I suspect, the body search
produces nothing,
it might be worth, you and JP
taking a look round the rest of the courthouse.
You think the gun's still here?
If the killer escaped in the green car,
then, no, the murder weapon
is long gone.
But if our murderer is one of those three,
then that gun cannot be too far away.
Chief.
Huh!
What a mess.
Right, let's get back to the station,
let's print the photos...
-MARTIN: Humphrey! -Oh, Lord!
What the bloody hell's going on?
Ah! You made it.
I've been trying to call you, but it appears
impossible to get a signal.
What's happened?
Ah, yes. Er, a prisoner was shot dead
this morning in his cell.
I'm afraid I may have to postpone our lunch.
Shot
Well, if you're the island's finest,
we're all in trouble, aren't we?
Yes, very good.
Look, here's the key, um...
Here's the key to the shack.
I thought you lived in a seaside villa?
Yes, that's what Mum chooses to call it.
It's a bit more bijou than that, I'm afraid.
But, anyway, um, here's the address,
it's not far.
I really ought to be going.
-Sorry. I'm so, so sorry...
FLORENCE: I'm fine, I'm fine.
It's fine, I'm fine.
-Thank you, sir. -Oh, I'm sorry.
Uh, yes. Florence, this is Martin.
Martin Goodman QC.
My dad.
Hello. Welcome to Saint Marie.
If you need any tips or good places to...
No, I think I'll head to the villa.
Good.
Right, okay, see you later.
No, macaque, I said a green Citroen!
Yes. Okay.
Let me know quick. Thanks.
Well?
So, that's the cell, the corridor
and the security doors all dusted.
And I've collected all the exclusion prints.
Wow, that was fast work.
You trying to make me look bad?
Anyway, the chief wants us
to search the courthouse for the gun.
JP: Okay.
It's only, he asked me to locate
the fire alarm that was set off.
So I'll do the fire alarms and you search the courthouse.
I think that's for the best.
HUMPHREY: Yeah, thank you. FLORENCE: Thank you.
HUMPHREY: The prison are sending over
Jack's personal effects.
They'll be with us in the morning.
And that was pathology.
They recovered the bullet from Jack's body.
A .22 calibre pistol was used.
So, how on earth did our murderer gain access
to Jack Harmer's cell to shoot him?
Well, until we solve that little conundrum,
let's focus on what we do know.
Background checks?
FLORENCE: Jack Harmer,
he moved to Saint Marie two years ago.
-In 2003, he and his brother...
...Were arrested for a bank robbery
back in London.
Paul testified against Jack in return for his own freedom.
He ratted him out.
Jack spent 10 years behind bars,
and then came to Honore,
where he quickly established a drug-trafficking operation.
During a drugs drop-off at the marina,
he was interrupted by Sabine Mason.
HUMPHREY: Pastor Mason's wife.
-She panics and begins to scream.
An anonymous tip-off led us to his villa
and the murder weapon.
Though we were never able to establish
who sent that note with the sunken letter E.
So, what of the other suspects?
FLORENCE: Mae Harmer.
She was originally engaged to Paul,
but after he testified against his own brother, Jack,
Mae began to visit Jack in prison.
A relationship formed and she left Paul,
eventually fleeing to Honore with Jack.
Well, there's a motive right there.
Did Paul want to avenge the man
who ran off with his girl?
-England.
He was jailed a few months back,
and was released four weeks ago.
Contact border control.
Check he hasn't left the country.
-Yes, sir. -Excellent.
-Pastor Mason.
Husband of the recently deceased
Sabine Mason.
Well known and respected within the community.
And what about Erol Dumas?
FLORENCE: Courthouse security.
Dwayne said he used to be a bit of a ladies' man,
but seemed to calm down a few years ago.
So, what of the fact that Erol left the boys
to go in search of, er, "refreshments?"
Not enough time to head back down to the cell,
unlock the first security door,
shoot the victim, return and dispose of a gun.
Quite. So the question remains.
Who killed Jack Harmer, how and why?
A question...
I was just about to ask you, Inspector.
A prisoner dead.
In our custody.
You have any leads?
Because I've had the Saint Marie Times
on my case all morning
wanting to know exactly how a prisoner dies
behind bars, in our care.
Would you like a coffee?
I would like a conviction.
Please.
Don't let me hold you up.
Oh, thank you.
So...
Any luck with the gun?
I've looked everywhere.
The courtroom. The evidence store.
The kitchen. The toilet.
I even checked the judge's chamber.
FLORENCE: These are all the photos
from the journalist.
There's Mae Harmer, Pastor Mason.
The entire morning of the murder documented.
Well, it's all here, Florence.
Right in front of us for the taking.
-Dwayne. -We've recovered the gun.
HUMPHREY: You have?
Where?
We found it in an air-conditioning unit,
near the bench, just outside the courtroom.
Looks to me like a .22 calibre.
-Well done, Dwayne. -Thank you, Chief!
Have it biked over to forensics,
and see if it matches the bullet that killed Jack.
I'm on my way. JP?
An ale.
What is it?
PASTOR MASON: I'm not sure tying my shoelaces
constitutes a crime, Inspector.
Gosh, one would hope not. We'd never stop.
No, I'm more interested in what's next to you.
I'm not sure I understand.
My officers recovered something
from the courthouse.
It was inside the air-conditioning unit.
It was a gun. There's no-one else near you.
Was it your gun?
We can wait for the prints, should you prefer.
You know, I've given my life
to this church.
I hear people's troubles each and every day.
I never thought I would be on the other side.
That man took her from me.
Thirty-five years of marriage, gone.
And though I preach forgiveness,
Inspector,
I could not find it in my heart
to forgive him!
How did you do it?
Did you have a copy of the key?
How did you get down there without being seen?
You misunderstand. I didn't do anything.
-It was never used.
But I made the choice to hide the gun.
I didn't fire it.
I did not shoot Jack Harmer.
I came to my senses.
I knew it wouldn't bring her back.
I still expect to see her.
My Sabine.
Sometimes, I think I do.
In her chair,
needlepoint in hand, stitching away.
Contented.
Sir, can I have a word?
Excuse me, Pastor.
That was the lab.
They've done a preliminary residue test
on the pastor's gun.
They're absolutely certain it wasn't fired today.
So it wasn't the murder weapon?
No, it wasn't.
DWAYNE: Okay, I understand. No, no, never mind.
If you do hear anything, let me know.
Okay.
Anything I can do to help?
No, I'm all good, thanks.
Ah, Chief! How did it go?
A broken man seeking revenge. But he failed to act.
However, the pastor does have motive, bags of it.
But not the means, nor opportunity,
it would seem.
Oh, yes, Chief.
Something about no hot water?
Okay, thank you. Any news on the green car?
Nothing fitting that description
has been bought or sold in the past three months.
And from what I can make out,
nothing like that has been stolen either.
So...
A man is shot dead, inside his locked cell,
located within two additional locked security doors.
There's no way the killer could have
come in via the prisoner entrance,
which can only be unlocked and opened from the inside.
And to come from the courthouse entrance,
the killer must have passed Dwayne and JP,
unseen, unheard...
Which they didn't.
-Add to that... -A fire alarm.
The speeding car.
HUMPHREY: The missing murder weapon
and a trail of ants.
-Really.
And we are no further ahead with this investigation
than we were at the start.
Actually, sir, I found something.
I recovered this blue thread
from the smashed fire alarm point.
It was caught on the shattered glass,
meaning it belonged to whoever it was that
set the fire alarm off.
Now, the only person wearing anything close
to that colour is...
Erol. His uniform.
Well done, JP. Good work.
See, this was found in the shattered glass
of the fire alarm.
It belongs to you.
It matches your uniform exactly.
You set off that alarm.
As you walked back from the kitchen,
-That's the fire alarm!
-We have to move the prisoner.
Why?
Look, last week,
on my way back from work,
this guy, you know, he approached me...
-I don't know.
He had a local accent. I'd never seen him before,
and he offered me money to set off the alarm.
I thought he was joking.
I didn't know setting off the alarm
would be a distraction for murder.
-Um...
He was my height.
Dark hair, dark clothes.
It was night!
Everything happened so fast!
And how do we know you're telling us the truth?
You've lied to us once already.
What did you do with this money, Erol?
So, has anyone else approached you?
No.
Nothing.
I know taking the money was wrong.
And for that, I am sorry.
HUMPHREY: So you should be.
It's a serious crime,
which we'll deal with once we've solved this murder.
But, we'll get forensics on to this
and start the search for your mystery man.
Average height and build, dark clothes?
That's not much to go on, Chief.
-The envelope's clean.
Whoever gave him the cash wore gloves.
Or maybe it's another lie.
Is it me, or are we going round in circles?
Sir, it's getting late.
Sorry?
Shouldn't you be going home
Yes, quite. Um, yes. Wow, um...
You don't fancy joining us, do you?
FLORENCE: As tempting as that is,
I was thinking of heading
to a service at the pastor's church.
I have a few friends who attend,
so I thought I'd do some digging around.
Excellent. Bravo.
Sir.
He's made the effort to come all this way.
So, great news about Oliver being made partner.
Fantastic.
And little William turning two, of course.
I saw the photos.
So, it's an interesting case we've been working on...
We saw Sally a few weeks back.
She was at a works do. Your mother and I were there.
She was with Derek, her fiance.
You remember Derek Grundy?
That awful man, terrible lawyer?
Sally spent the whole evening asking after you.
I see.
Is she well?
Humphrey, she's going to marry this man
she barely spoke to the entire evening
because she spent it asking your mother about you.
Your mother's done some digging.
They're going to be married in...
-Yes, yes, I am.
You need to get home
and tell her you made a terrible mistake
and you want her back.
-I'm afraid I can't do that. -Of course you can!
You're fast approaching middle age.
-You're single. -Divorced.
And you're desperately unhappy.
I'm not unhappy.
How long is it before you grow up?
Sally still loves you.
You need to get home, pick up where you left off.
Put an end to this protracted
and, frankly, quite ridiculous gap year.
But I am happy here.
No, you're not. You think you are.
You've been here so long,
you've forgotten what the real world
looks like.
Look...
-I should think so.
HUMPHREY: Fresh towels in the bathroom,
water in the fridge.
Does it get any cooler than this?
Yes... Not really, no.
Right.
Night.
And you'll think about what I said regarding Sally?
Of course.
What have you done?
Knock, knock.
Dad, are you up?
I'm sure he won't be too much longer.
HUMPHREY: Morning, all!
Sorry I'm late.
A word, Inspector.
Outside.
I'm very disappointed.
It was my assumption that you thrived on pressure.
I do, sir, very much so.
I mean, it's a complicated case,
no doubt, but...
I'm not talking about the case, Inspector.
I'm talking about you.
Right, I see.
We're in the midst of a murder enquiry,
our reputation's at stake and you want to up and leave?
I don't want to leave. What makes you think that?
According to your father, you're considering your pos...
Sorry, what
He came by my office first thing
to ascertain how quickly you could be released
from your contract.
What situation?
That you and your ex-wife
are going to give things another go.
We're what?
Is that not the case?
No, sir. It's most certainly
not the case.
I'm staying here.
On this island.
Solving this case.
And that is a promise.
-Absolutely.
Sir, I had an e-mail back from border control in London.
Their records show that Paul Harmer
hasn't left the UK.
We are still waiting to hear from parole for an address.
Thank you.
FLORENCE: And also, I made it to the church
last night.
A couple of my friends said that Sabine Mason
had been seen at church
less and less over the last couple of years.
And some of them had even heard shouting
before services between her and the pastor.
Hmm. Doesn't quite fit with the image
of domestic bliss he painted, does it?
Chief, I've been working through Jack Harmer's
financial statements
and it turns out he signed a life insurance document
two months before we arrested him.
It gets better.
Jack's personal effects arrived from the prison
this morning.
And I've found a handwritten letter
from Mae to Jack whilst he was inside.
And it reads, "I'm not getting rid of it.
"I'm doing this with or without you."
She's having a baby.
So she's pregnant.
And if the husband dies in jail,
she gets the chance of a big pay out from
the life insurance.
-Now, that's a motive. -Yes.
I think we should pay her a little visit, don't you?
Jack has always been in trouble with the law
for as long as I can remember.
Whether it was here, or back home.
I needed security.
Because of your baby?
How do you know that?
My family is none of your business.
HUMPHREY: So you both take out
the life insurance.
Innocent enough. Lots of people do.
Jack is then arrested for murder
and refused bail.
During which time, you find out you're pregnant.
So you write to him, he replies.
"Now is not the time for bringing a baby
into the world."
You disagree.
You're going to have this child
with or without him.
If you haven't got a warrant...
The truth is,
Jack is worth more to you dead
than he is alive.
Financial security assured.
Answer me this, Inspector.
If I did do it, how did I get down to his cell?
How did I get past security, past you lot,
shoot him, then leave, all without being seen?
HUMPHREY: Just because I don't know how she did it,
doesn't mean she didn't do it. Was it just me, or did Mae
have an awful lot of groceries?
That fridge was already overflowing.
That's a lot of food for one single woman.
Well, she is eating for two.
-Exactly.
So who's she harbouring?
Could it be the man in the green car, maybe?
Very possible.
Dwayne, JP, maybe a little light surveillance
might be in order.
A stakeout? JP, we're undercover.
Follow my lead.
Call me if anything of interest happens.
JP: Yes, Chief!
-Oh, it's not over yet.
Dinner with my father. Round two.
How's the hotel?
Air-conditioned.
So. Um, yes. The thing is... Erm, er, there was something
I wanted to say.
Um, I, er... Well, the, er...
Um...well, the pertinent point...
Are you like this at work?
It's enough to drive you mad all this
umm-ing and ahh-ing all the time.
Yes. Uh, indeed.
So. Um, well, the Commissioner came to see me today.
He said you enquired about my contract
and whether or not I could return...
Return home, yes. What of it?
Well, don't you think it's a little, um, undermining?
I simply met with the Commissioner
to ascertain the terms of your contract.
Yes, my contract. Not yours.
It was a conversation, Humphrey,
not a coup d'etat.
And it was done for your benefit.
-I mean, if you really can't see that...
That you're living alone, in a shack,
with a bloody lizard!
You know what? I knew this was a bad idea.
I should just go.
Sit down!
What's the point?
Because whatever I say, you're always going
to say the opposite,
-and say I'm wrong. -Nonsense.
I just think you're better than this, that's all.
Better than what, exactly?
This place. This job.
These people!
Now you're just being plain silly.
Now, a stakeout usually involves an awful lot of
sitting around and waiting.
We should work out shifts, so we both get some shuteye.
I really don't mind doing it on my own.
No, no, no. You don't want to be doing
a whole stakeout on your own.
You could die of exhaustion!
I'm not going to die of exhaustion.
Really. I don't mind.
Actually, I'd rather do it on my own.
OK. So, tell me.
I'm not an idiot, JP.
I know when someone has an issue with me, you know.
I just don't think our working methods
are, you know, compatible.
-Yes.
It's like at the court yesterday.
You wanted to go for a drink with Erol
whilst I didn't think we had the time.
And then the next thing, a prisoner has been shot.
Ah! So you're saying it's my fault?
No, no, no. I know it's not your fault.
I'm not saying that at all.
It's just,
someone died in our custody. On my first murder trial.
And what were we doing at the time?
Waiting for rum.
I just don't want to be that kind of officer.
Obviously you don't think I take things
as seriously as I should.
But the way I do things, my way, I get results.
I just thought that maybe together,
we could make a good fit, you know?
Well, maybe I was wrong.
I'll leave you to your stakeout.
-I'll see you tomorrow. -Mm.
HUMPHREY: Though we were never able to establish
who sent that note...
How did the killer make it to the cell?
There are ants.
This old green Citroen...
-DWAYNE: No, Chief.
Humphrey! I'm busy.
Was it really necessary of you
to throw your toys out of the pram like that?
I'm only trying to help.
Help?
Do you honestly believe that I'm going to drop everything,
jump on the next plane home
and attempt to sabotage the pending nuptials
of my ex
What planet do you live on?
All we ask is that you take your life seriously.
But instead you insist on this folly,
of playing cops and robbers
on some godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere.
It isn't the middle of nowhere! I'm...
-I am a DI. I'm a good detective.
Why did a man die in your custody?
I wanted so much more for you than this, Humphrey.
I really did.
I'm sorry that you think me such a failure, Dad.
But I'm happier than I have ever been,
living on this island, doing what I do.
And if you can't see that, if you can't accept that,
then...
Have a safe flight back.
Yeah! What time is it
Almost eight, sir.
-Yes, sir.
No.
Yes.
-Yes.
Did you sort things out with your father?
Er, not exactly, no.
-I'm sorry. -Thank you.
Have you seen the front page?
Oh, dear.
We have Dwayne and JP on a stakeout as we speak, and,
and, erm, here is a copy
of the forensic report, and also, I found some ants.
And this is as far as we've got in the last 48 hours?
Nothing more?
Well, sir, in some respects,
progress has been slow, um, but in other respects,
there has been much that we have been able to rule out.
Saved by the bell. JP!
It looks like I've found that mysterious green car.
Mae Harmer led me straight to it.
Excellent. Where are you now?
JP: Erm, I'm just off the south road.
You know that abandoned house
at the back of the old golf course?
Yes, Mae Harmer's inside, and she's with someone.
Don't move. We're on our way.
Well, sir, seems it's suddenly all go!
I'm thinking we might finally have a lead.
Don't wait around for me.
Of course not. Come on, Florence!
HUMPHREY: So there's JP. Where's Dwayne?
JP, hang back here. Florence, around the back.
Mrs Harmer It's the police.
Open up! It's the police.
Chief!
Chief!
-FLORENCE: Police! Stop! Police!
-PAUL: Oi!
Get off me! Get off of me!
Get off of me! Get off of me!
Dwayne.
-Paul Harmer.
Hello, Paul.
JP: I thought you'd gone!
I wasn't going to leave you on your own, now, was I?
You were there the whole night
I might've dozed off a couple of times.
But, yes, I was there.
We're partners, JP. I wasn't going to abandon you.
Is he talking?
Nothing. But we did find a fake passport.
That explains why border control
didn't pick him up.
Which begs the question, what are you doing here, Paul?
-I want to see Mae. -This was a revenge killing.
Payback for the fact that your brother stole your fiancee.
All the other suspects were in the courthouse
at the time of the killing, Paul,
it all points to you.
-You killed your brother. -No!
-To get him out!
How?
If you want to see Mae, you need to start talking.
She called me a few weeks back to say she was pregnant.
Jack had told her about some plan to escape.
Jack needed a getaway driver, someone he could trust.
I told Paul a time and a place to be,
and that's where he was.
I didn't know the details, just that I was to
be there waiting.
The plan was to meet Jack at the marina
and then we'd leave together.
Paul had no idea about any of this.
I did it for Mae, not him.
PAUL: But the time came and went.
And when the alarm kept going,
a cop came out and I drove off.
Hey! Hey! Stop!
Did you see anyone enter or leave
the prisoner entrance when you were in the car?
No one.
If Paul is telling the truth
and he didn't see anyone enter or leave
via the prisoner entrance,
then the killer must, absolutely must,
have come down the stairs from the courthouse.
No, no, no. No way.
HUMPHREY: So we're back to square one.
Nothing about this case makes sense.
How could someone have killed him inside that cell,
behind three locked doors?
It's not possible.
We've got a murder but no murder weapon.
DWAYNE: Yes, and motives but no evidence.
FLORENCE: And no leads.
If Paul didn't kill Jack Harmer, who did?
And who paid Erol to set off the fire alarm?
FLORENCE: All we have is questions.
-Got it! -Dwayne!
Sorry, Chief. Ah! Look, don't worry.
He's still alive.
Yes, of course!
Yes!
Jack had told her about some plan to escape.
Yes.
FLORENCE: You know who the murderer is?
I've got a fairly good idea, Florence.
I'm going to need your help, Dwayne. Let's go.
I want someone to bring me a bottle of tomato ketchup.
The squirty kind!
Got it! Got it.
Let's go and find out what it's for.
Excuse me, um...
-Florence. My name is Florence.
I realised I still have his key.
You've just missed him.
He's on his way to the courthouse.
Oh, well, would you give him this?
I...I'm due at the airport.
He should only be half an hour or so.
You can catch him there.
Half an hour... Well.
-Fine. -Oh. Thank you.
Excuse me. Mr Goodman?
I know we don't really know each other.
But for what it's worth, your son
is the most generous, kind,
unintentionally funny man I know.
And he also happens to be a brilliant detective.
I just wanted to say that.
I'm not questioning your diligence in the slightest.
But now that I'm finally
getting some clarity on this case,
we may have been looking at things
through the wrong lens. Ah!
The evidence log.
Bear with me, Dwayne.
All will become clear very shortly.
This case was, for a short while,
seemingly unsolvable.
How could Jack Harmer possibly have been murdered
inside a locked cell,
located within two additional locked security doors,
and all within the space of six short minutes?
The prisoners' entrance can only be unlocked
and opened from the inside
and my officers didn't see anyone approach
from the courthouse entrance.
It all made little sense. We know Jack died from a
single gunshot wound to the chest.
A .22 calibre pistol.
So where was the gun?
And what did all this have to do with a
rogue fire alarm
and a mysterious green car?
A case of many questions but few answers.
Until now.
Isn't that right, Mae?
You conspired with your ex-fiance, Paul,
to break your husband out of jail.
You did so because you were desperate
to have your baby grow up with a father in their life.
Which brings us to you, Paul Harmer.
You flew all the way here,
on licence and a fake passport,
to act as the getaway driver for your brother,
the very same brother who ran off with your fiance.
Pastor Mason.
A revenge attack on the man who killed your wife?
That was certainly your plan.
But you bottled it and someone beat you to it. But who?
And how?
And why?
For starters, perhaps I should clear up
a misconception, an inaccuracy.
Jack Harmer wasn't murdered at all.
Jack's alive?
Jack is very, very dead.
Now.
But...
Oh...gosh, um, um...
When my officers initially discovered the body,
your husband was very much alive.
As alive as you or I.
JP: But he was dead.
Me and Dwayne saw him. We saw the blood.
Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit A.
It was all a ruse. A ploy.
An attempt to fake his own death
in order to escape justice.
The plan was deceptively simple.
Play dead,
and then, at the first opportune moment,
make off in the getaway car.
Paul would then drive Jack to the marina,
husband and wife would sail off into the sunset.
But what you didn't know was,
who on earth was helping Jack on the inside?
-You.
Erol Dumas and Jack Harmer. An unlikely pairing.
Although, perhaps not that unlikely,
given the circumstances,
because you'd already met.
On the day of Jack Harmer's pre-trial hearing.
HUMPHREY: D'you know what I think happened?
Jack reached out.
HUMPHREY: He needed help to break out and
offered money.
And that's where your cash came from.
You weren't being paid to set off the fire alarm,
you were being paid to get him out of jail free.
And from thereon in, you planned the great escape.
HUMPHREY: And on the morning of the murder, I wager
that you escorted Jack
into the cell,
secretly slipping him a small bag of fake blood.
And then all he had to do was play the part.
Jack Harmer waited inside that cell.
And when the alarm sounded,
he burst the bag.
Simple.
Effective. Deceptive.
He's dead!
HUMPHREY: But he wasn't dead, was he?
He was laying in wait for his chance to escape.
This is just nonsense.
And the plan was for Jack to rise from the dead.
He'd then appear to overpower you
and flee to the waiting car,
to the marina, to freedom.
But you didn't quite follow the plan, did you, Erol?
Why?
Because you, more than anyone, wanted him dead.
And you guaranteed that you were going to have time alone
with Jack Harmer to kill him...
Someone must have got in.
HUMPHREY: ...by ensuring you dispatched my officers.
-EROL: They can't have got far.
-Right. Keys.
JP, check the prisoner entrance. Erol, you stay here.
HUMPHREY: As soon as they were both out of sight
and Jack miraculously rose, you shot him.
A few short seconds was all you needed.
Silencer attached, job done.
HUMPHREY: Lock down the entire courthouse.
Nobody leaves. Nobody enters.
And by this point he really was dead.
I checked that myself.
Why would I go to all that trouble, huh?
Why would I kill Jack Harmer?
All in good time, Erol, all in good time.
But first, the murder weapon. Where was it?
Now, we know that you had to have got rid of the gun
after the shooting
but before you were searched by Dwayne.
So you couldn't have gone far.
And although Officer Myers scoured the bins
and each of the boxes,
he had no reason to search individual evidence bags.
Why would he? They were sealed
and accounted for.
But that is precisely where
you hid the gun in plain sight.
As a piece of evidence in another trial.
Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit B.
Case number 1043.
Which is odd because, according to the evidence log,
case 1043 didn't involve any firearm whatsoever.
A .22 calibre pistol.
A silencer.
And the remains of the bag of blood.
Now, I was, um...
fairly big on the am-dram scene
back at school.
So if I'm not mistaken...
Ah, yes. Glucose syrup.
HUMPHREY: A sweet, sugary substance.
That is why the ants came to play.
So, we have a how.
We have a who.
But why, why,
why?
The question I struggled with. What connects Erol Dumas
to the original murder?
What connects Erol Dumas to Sabine Mason
Well, first of all, there had been, um...rumours
that Sabine Mason had drifted from the church.
Sabine Mason had been seen at church less and less
over the last couple of years.
That perhaps she wasn't as happy at home
as she once had been.
And then I thought,
what if she turned to someone in her hour of need?
Perhaps there was a man.
That's it.
There was another man.
And then I remembered something Florence
told me about you, Erol.
Dwayne said he used to be a bit of a ladies' man,
but seemed to calm down a few years ago.
A one
Because you'd met Sabine Mason.
It was the needlepoint that gave you away, Erol.
Needlepoint in hand, stitching away.
PASTOR MASON: I know taking the money was...
HUMPHREY: Needlepoint that gave you away.
"The heart sees what is invisible to the eye."
But I can see, Erol.
What self-respecting 52-year-old man
has a needlepoint canvas in their home?
HUMPHREY: A 52
Because that is where you used to meet. The marina.
Moonlit walks. Perhaps even a picnic.
You'd been seeing each other for years.
HUMPHREY: 'Cause you were there.
That night Sabine Mason was shot dead, you were going
to meet her.
Just another assignation? If only it was.
Ah, Dwayne, right on cue.
And where did you find this?
-Erol's office. -Ah!
Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit C.
If I'm not mistaken,
this typewriter will prove your guilt.
You'll notice that the letter E
sits lower than the rest of the letters.
The same as the anonymous letter
implicating Jack Harmer
in the murder of Sabine Mason.
You were the one who sent the anonymous note.
You witnessed Sabine Mason,
the woman you were in love with,
murdered in cold blood by Jack Harmer.
But you couldn't come forward.
You couldn't risk exposing your affair,
not with the pastor's wife!
So you sent an anonymous note
implicating Jack Harmer in her murder.
Fate delivered you the man who killed the love of your life.
Very nearly the perfect murder, Erol.
Very nearly the perfect murder.
Take him away.
Sir, that was...
Very impressive, Inspector.
I never doubted you for a second.
JP: Sorry, man. DWAYNE: Ow!
JP: Yes, this is the man that saved my life!
But that's what we do, man, 'cause we are partners.
Yes, we know, you keep saying.
-Mm, mm! Yes, sir! -Ow!
No more beer for you, JP.
What
Come on, you've had too much. Let's find you a chair.
Are you all right?
What? Yes. Of course. Absolutely marvellous.
Quite a result, really.
I meant about your father.
Oh, yes. That's fine. Entirely expected.
We bid our adieus last night.
-BOTH: It's your round, Chief!
Oh, er, right.
If you'll excuse me, I'd better...
Dad, what are you doing here
I thought I ought to say goodbye properly.
I see.
Well, there wasn't really any need, but, er...
Look, it was good to see you.
Humphrey, I, I wanted to say...
I, erm, er...
What?
To say that, that... What I wanted to say was, I...
Now you know where I get it from.
What I wanted to say was that
that was really something earlier today,
at the courthouse. Really something.
Frankly, I... I'm proud of you, son.
Gosh! Well, that's...
Thank you, Dad.
And, er, I was thinking,
your mother would rather like it out here.
A chance to swim in warmer waters.
So maybe we could both come out together
next time and see you?
Yes, I'd like that.
Good to see you, son.
Good to see you, too.
Bye, Dad.
-Never better, Florence.
Never better.
I think JP is drunk.
He's insisting we dance.
Oh, dear. Then I'm afraid there's only one thing for it.
Go and join him?
Got it in one, Detective Sergeant.
Got it in one. Come on.
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