All language subtitles for Death.in.Paradise.S11E04 Engels

The Jamaican police has evidence
to suggest that

the shooting is connected
to this woman.

Miranda Priestley?
She's a drug trafficker.

The team on Jamaica are looking
for an officer to go undercover.

You are avoiding me, DS Cassell.

Have they told you
what your cover's going to be yet?

I'd be working as a live—in au pair.

Do you think, maybe this place,

what happened here,
that's what's stopping you?

I really want this job,

but I feel angry with myself
for being so afraid.

Sooner or later,

you're going to have to deal with
what's holding you back.

Ready for this, DS Cassell?

Afternoon.

Commissioner! Inspector.

I've just heard from the SIO

heading up the undercover operation
in Jamaica.

There's been
something of a development.

Sir, is Florence all right?
She's fine, but yesterday evening,

her handler discovered
that Miranda Priestley

has organised
a last—minute business trip.

The surveillance team
has been tracking the boat,

and it seems Ms Priestley
and her entourage

are headed here, to Saint Marie.

DS Cassell is with them?

Sir, what if someone she knows
sees her, blows her cover?

It's a hell of a risk.
This is not our operation.

We don't have a say.

Not much
of a welcoming committee. Eh...

Is Harley Joseph serious about this?

Well, I guess we're going
to find out, aren't we?

Daloris is going to ride with Mum,
if that's all right.

Thanks, Celeste.

So, do you know why we're here?

If Miranda hasn't told you,
then you don't need to know.

Miranda, welcome. At last, we meet.

Harley. It's good to be here.
This is my sister, Corine.

Come on in.
There are snacks out on the terrace.

No point discussing business
on an empty stomach.

Daloris is ready for bed.

I wondered if Miranda wanted
to say goodnight.

They're still at it. She'll have
to settle for her auntie tonight.

Harley, Harley, I'm not leaving
until I get what I want.

We're a long way off
finding common ground, Miranda.

I'm really not sure
where we go from here.

You know,
it would be very unfortunate

if we couldn't reach an agreement,
for both our sakes.

Daloris is in bed if you... Not now.

GUNSHOT

Celeste, what are you doing up?
There was a noise and it woke me.

And it sounded like —
I don't know — like a gunshot.

Strange. I didn't hear a thing.

You probably just dreamt it, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I must have.
Goodnight, Celeste. Goodnight.

Morning. Morning, sir.
Victim's one Harley Joseph.

50 years old.
Owned and ran the farm here.

Looking like he took his own life.
Body through there, is it?

The farm manager saw Mr Joseph
heading down here late last night.

Does it most nights
to check the next day's orders,

so he thought nothing of it.

Then, when he arrived this morning,
couldn't open up

because the key was in the lock
on the inside.

When he looked through the window,
got quite a shock.

And it was him
that forced the door?

Nothing else he could do
except phone us.

Marlon is processing the scene.

I'm going to finish taking
the witness's statement. Thank you.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Morning, sir. Morning, Marlon.

Do you want to talk me through it?
No problem,

though it's not exactly
a brain—buster, this one, sir.

Well, just give me what you've got.
All right, then. So...

So, we have a bullet wound
to the heart.

Reckon we're talking 9mm calibre,

which tallies to the revolver
over there...

...and also
with the bullet over here.

The farm manager says they kept
the gun here for security reasons,

not that they ever had to use it,
though. Hmm.

So, Mr Joseph came in here...

What time are we thinking?

The paramedics reckon the body's
been dead a good few hours,

so sometime last night.
So, he closed and locked the door...

...and then he put the gun
to his heart,

bullet went through,
embedded in the wall there.

Any indication as to why he did it?

The final piece of the pie, sir —

Mr Joseph left us a message. Oh!

"To whoever finds me,
I'm sorry, but I'm in trouble,

"and I can't find a way out,
apart from doing this. Harley."

Like I said, sir, easy—peasy, right?

Yeah...isn't it just?

Inspector, we've got a...situation.

Morning. I'm DI Neville Parker.
This is Sergeant Naomi Thomas.

Miranda Priestley.
My sister, Corine,

and this is... Liam Calder.

Celeste Aubert.

I assume you've heard the news.
It's just awful. The poor man!

The farm manager said
you were Mr Joseph's guests.

You arrived yesterday?

We came to discuss a potential
business deal. Which was...?

Miranda was considering
purchasing Mr Joseph's farm,

but we were some way off
agreeing a price.

So, is that your business,
Ms Priestley — farming, agriculture?

Miranda is involved in
a number of different ventures.

So, what happened
after you arrived back here?

We had some food, erm,

and Harley gave us
a tour of the farm.

After that, we started negotiations.
And how was Mr Joseph?

Anything in his behaviour to suggest
he wasn't feeling himself?

I guess, if I look back,
he seemed a little distracted.

Tense, maybe.

I know he wasn't happy
when we couldn't reach an agreement.

He had some debts, I believe.

He was hoping the sale of the farm
would pay them off.

We think this happened
late last night.

Did any of you hear a gunshot?

I was fast asleep, Detective.
It was a very long day.

I must have slept through it,
as well. Same.

Ms Aubert?

I didn't hear anything either.

Well, I guess, with the door closed,
when Mr Joseph fired the gun,

the sound can't have carried.

Like I said, it's just awful.

Mm.

If you need to speak
with Miranda again,

it's better if you go through me.

Works better if you call first,
rather than just turn up.

Understood.

Excuse me, Detective!
You left this on the terrace.

Right. Erm, thank you very much.

Ms Priestley.

So, what are you thinking, sir?
I mean, it's suspicious, right?

Miranda Priestley
comes over from Jamaica,

and in less than 24 hours
of her arrival,

a man is found shot dead.

ECHOES: You left this
on the terrace.

You know, I never leave
my Dictaphone lying around.

She must have taken it.

ON DICTAPHONE:
Sir, Miranda is lying.

I heard a gunshot
at just gone midnight.

She wasn't asleep in bed
like she said.

I saw her returning to the house
a few minutes after the shot.

I think she did it.
I think she killed Harley Joseph.

So, this could be a murder, then?

Which causes us a bit of a problem.

OK, I can believe that someone could
have followed Harley in, shot him,

and then staged it
to look like a suicide —

planted the gun next to him,
typed the letter,

and then locked and bolted the door
from the inside, but...

But after doing all that,

they'd be stuck inside here,
as well. Exactly.

And yet there was only one person
in this office this morning

when that door was broken down,
and that was the victim.

HE EXHALES SHARPLY
OK, come on.

Erm, can you two give the house
the once—over,

recover the victim's phone, laptop?

You know the score. Thanks.

Commissioner. Sir. Sir.

Let's go somewhere we can talk.

I've told the team on Jamaica

I want temporary jurisdiction
over the undercover operation.

And how did they take that, sir?

Distinctly unimpressed,
but DS Cassell is my priority.

If we need to pull her out of there
at any point,

I'm not wasting time deferring
to someone else for the decision.

We've agreed to inform
DS Cassell's immediate family

of the situation,
and a few select friends.

So, how do we play this?

I'm meeting with her handler
in the morning for a full debrief.

In the meantime, they're emailing
the intel they've gathered so far.

Beyond that, I want us to focus on
solving Harley Joseph's murder.

The sooner we do that,

the sooner we get Miranda Priestley
behind bars.

And Florence out of harm's way.
Exactly.

Right.

You know, Sarge,

there are some weird choices
in this dude's CD collection.

It's "victim"”, not "dude"”, Marlon.
Sorry. Sorry.

No offence intended, Mr Joseph.

But, like, how does the same guy

that's bought Jamaica Nites

keep it right slap bang next to

The Best Of British Choral Music?

I mean, like, that's just a crime
against reggae music right there.

What?!

FLORENCE: Daloris, time for tea.

SHE MOUTHS

Celeste,
when you're done with Daloris,

Miranda wants to speak with you.
Sure.

What would you like for tea?

Erm, what's all that
you've got there, sir?

This is all the intel the
Jamaican team have managed to gather

on Miranda Priestley
over the last two years.

Oh, looks like they've been busy.
Hmm, yeah.

Anything of interest so far?
Some useful initial background.

It's mostly about Miranda
and her sister.

They come from a pretty poor
neighbourhood in Kingston,

but they actually had
a very religious upbringing.

Their mother, Renell,
was a devout Catholic.

So, how did Miranda end up
doing what she's doing?

Crime was a way out
of poverty for her.

She did some low—level dealing
in her teens

and worked her way up

to larger—scale drug trafficking
and money laundering.

Corine Priestley joined the outfit
when she left school.

She was lured in by the big money
Miranda was making.

They've also had
some turbulent times along the way.

12 years ago,
their mother was killed —

shot by a rival trafficker.

It was felt that
Miranda was over—reaching,

stealing business
from more established

drug—trafficking operations.

So, a strong warning was sent.
That was just a warning?

Well, according to the case file,
both sisters were devastated,

but Miranda, as seems to be her way,
refused to be cowed by it.

She and Corine doubled down and
fought to protect their business.

And what about the daughter,
erm, Daloris?

Adopted two years ago.

There are no indications as to why
Miranda wanted to be a mother.

And Liam Calder —
how does he fit into the set—up?

Miranda's head of security
is his official title.

He's ex—military.

He joined Miranda's team
about three years ago.

Does most of her dirty work.
Does that make him a suspect, then?

Well, we certainly can't
rule it out,

especially as
he's used to handling firearms

and he's registered as owning
a Glock handgun himself.

But since Florence seems convinced
that Miranda did this,

she has to remain
our prime suspect.

So, where do we go from here, sir?

Well, I think we focus on
the victim — Harley Joseph.

We've recovered his phone
and laptop,

so we can make a start going through
his emails and phone calls.

Great. Speak to his friends,
family, employees,

see what they have to say.

The Commissioner and I are going
to carry on with the background.

But circumstances dictate.

I'll be in touch when things change.

Corine said you wanted me.

Why did you lie to the police?
Sorry?

You heard the question, Celeste.

Last night, you told me
you heard a gunshot.

Today, a man is dead
and the cops are here.

So, why didn't you tell them?

Because I knew
you didn't want me to.

And why would you care what I think?
You've only known me a few weeks.

Because...

...I'm not blind to what goes on.

I know the kind of work you do.

Not everything, but enough.

I love my job here,
looking after Daloris,

but that's not all I want from Life.

I see the opportunity,
working for you,

to do more, to be more.

That's why I lied for you.

It's Daloris' bedtime.

Neville, are you in? Catherine!

What a lovely surprise!

Selwyn told me about Florence.
You must be very worried.

Yeah. Well, I mean,
we all are, I guess.

Yes, but you especially, no?

Yeah, the last few weeks
have been tough, I admit.

I mean, I know it's Florence
who's actually going through it,

but it's not knowing
how she's getting on,

whether or not she's safe.

I think you need something
to take your mind off it,

a distraction. Well, I did try that.

I bought myself this lovely
make—your—own ship in a bottle.

A what? Erm, a make—your—own,
erm, ship in a bottle.

Always wanted to try one
ever since I was a kid.

Don't think I'm in
the right head space for
this kind of challenge, though.

Not got any suggestions, have you?
Well, if it was me,

I'd find a handsome Frenchman
and let him distract me.

I don't think handsome Frenchmen

have quite the same allure for me,
Catherine. Never say never, Neville.

I'll leave you to your work,
but if you need a friend,

you know where I am.
Thanks, Catherine.

CREAKING

I've put together a list of
the victim's employees

and business associates,

so I reckon we should head over
to the farm first. Cool.

Morning, Jamal.

Thank you.

I'll open them later.

Those look like birthday cards.

Why would someone be
sending you birthday...?

Wait a minute! Is it your birthday?
It might be.

Well, then, why didn't
you say anything?

Cos we've got an important case
on our hands, Marlon.

It's DS Cassell
we should be thinking of, not me.

Well, can I at least wish you
a happy birthday?

Only if you're quick about it.
QUICKLY: Happy birthday,
Sergeant Thomas.

SHE CHUCKLES
Now can we get to work? All right.

Morning, Commissioner!

OK, Mr Charles. Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

Yeah. Goodbye.

Morning, sir. Inspector.
That was the victim's solicitor.

Apparently, Harley Joseph had
no intention of selling the farm.

He just needed an investor
to bail him out of his debts.

Then why did
Miranda Priestley make out

they were negotiating a deal?

How was your meeting
with the handler?

As far as they're concerned,
it's still early days.

Operations like this take time.

DS Cassell needs to bed in,
earn the suspects' trust.

Which is why they want
to keep it live?

The only information fed back so far
is all to do with...

...Liam Calder.

DS Cassell believes

he's growing frustrated
with Ms Priestley.

Do we know why? Well,
there was an argument two weeks ago

where he accused Miranda
of being reckless, trigger—happy.

Said it wasn't
what he'd signed up for.

Could it be referring to
Otis Benjamin's murder? Possibly.

But what DS Cassell is convinced of

is that Mr Calder's loyalty
to Miranda is on the wane.

The team in Jamaica
are encouraging her to exploit that.

Looks like you could use this.

Thanks. The police are back.

Yesterday, I saw them
searching Harley's office,

taking his computer and his phone.

They think it's more than suicide,
don't they? That it's suspicious?

But I don't blame them.
I've got things I need to do.

I saw her — Miranda -
the night it happened.

I saw her walking back to the house
after the gunshot.

I told her
I wouldn't tell the police,

but I think she did it.

She killed him, didn't she?

Celeste, I don't know
what to say to you,

but this family, it's...

Miranda lives in a very dark place,

and you're better
as far away from it as you can get.

Yes, but I just want
to know the truth.

If I'm caught up in this,

I'm protecting Miranda,
but I want to know why.

What's going on?
That's a conversation
you should have with her.

You really think she'll tell me?

Look, I can't tell you
what's been going on

because I don't know either.

The dead guy they found on the beach
the police are questioning us about,

and now Harley —

I don't have a clue
what this is all about.

And it's not like Miranda
to cut herself off like this

and get her hands dirty.

So, why is she doing this?

Something's obviously got to her,

but what that is, I have no idea.

We've been speaking with
one of the guys who works here,

and there's something he heard

the day before yesterday
that you should know.

He was in one of the barns
checking delivery orders

when Miranda
and Corine Priestley came in.

And what exactly did he hear?

It was Corine doing
most of the talking,

saying to Miranda she knew

she wasn't interested
in buying the farm,

that there's more to it.

That's when our witness said
he heard Corine ask Miranda

if it was to do with
their mother's murder.

Is that what all this is about,
coming here?

Is it cos of what happened to Mum?

And what did Miranda say to that?

She seemed shocked that Corine
thought that, flat—out denied it.

She refused to talk about it
any more, and they left the barn.

Naomi.

"Is that what this is about,
coming here?

"Is it because of
what happened to Mum?"

Those are your words, Corine.

After Mum was killed...

...| started cutting out
the newspaper clippings about it.

I put them in this folder I had.

I don't know why. I was...

I wanted to feel like
I wasn't giving up on her.

It's been sat in a drawer
in my kitchen

for the last 12 years, that folder.

No—one's been near it.

Then, the other day,
I see Miranda's got it on her desk.

She's been going through it
for the first time.

Did you ask her about it?
Not straight away.

Then, all of a sudden,
she announces we're coming here,

says it's to do with buying
this farm, but I know it's not.

I'm her sister.
I know when she's up to something.

So, that's why you confronted her?

But she denied it?

And it's not right.

It's not fair. If she knows
something about our mum,

it's not her secret to keep.

I shouldn't be talking with you.
I shouldn't have said any of this.

DOOR OPENS
I think, from now on,

I'll be arranging
some legal representation

if you're going
to question us any further.

Inside, please, Corine.

# Happy birthday to you... #
Marlon, no.

# ..Happy birthday to you... #
What did I say?

# ..Happy birthday, dear Sarge... #

Marlon!
# ..Happy birthday to you. #

We really don't have time for this.
HE SIGHS

Sarge, all I'm asking for
is two minutes. Nothing more.

OK, two minutes, but no more.

Right, then,
blow out your candle first.

Erm, just so you know,

I obviously have not been
to the shops,

so everything is from here,

and that was the last bun
in the tin,

so, erm, it's probably stale.

It's the thought that counts.

I used some of
the Commissioner's newspapers

to wrap the present up.
Hopefully, he doesn't notice!

A stapler! How did you...?

How did you know?
That's exactly what I wanted.

Well, I saw you eyeing mine.

And I...I put a few staples
in there,

just to get you started.

Thank you, Marlon.

This is all very kind of you.

Look, I know we have
a really important case,

but it's your first birthday
in Saint Marie.

We can't let that pass.

IN DISTANCE: I understand that, sir.

I reckon we should get back to work.

What I'm still struggling
to understand

is how the events
of the last two days

might connect back to the murder

of Miranda and
Corine Priestley's mother.

There's nothing to suggest that

Harley Joseph had any connection
to the family prior to now.

Or has any criminal dealings,

let alone a drug—land killing
in Jamaica.

Also, sir, we went through

the victim's diary
and email correspondence.

And while Mr Joseph's farm
did export to Jamaica,

we've seen no evidence
of anything suspicious.

So, possibly,
Corine has got it wrong —

there is no link
to the mother's murder.

So, what's it all about, then?
Why did Miranda come here?

And why has Harley Joseph
been murdered?

Sir, postmortem
and lab reports are in.

Bullet wound to the heart
was just off—centre,

caused a major haemorrhage.

Death would have been
within a minute or so.

And the bullet
recovered from the wall

was definitely fired from the gun
found in the victim's hand.

Only prints on the gun were his.
PHONE RINGS

Saint Marie Police.
Officer Pryce speaking.

Erm, Commissioner, Inspector,
it's DS Cassell.

Put it on speakerphone.

Florence, are you all right?

I'm fine, but I don't have long.
Just tell us what you can.

OK. So, there is a wooden shack on
the north—eastern edge of the farm.

It's about half a kilometre
into the woods. Right.

I saw Miranda come here
last night, alone,

and she left with a box,
but I don't know what was in it.

I'm at the shack right now.
I don't know who it belongs to.

Erm, a woman, I think,
but I can't find any ID.

We need to get in contact and
find out who lives in that shack.

Marlon and I can do that, sir.

The only thing of interest

is some photos in an envelope
marked "Jamaica".

They look like they were taken
20 or so years ago.

They are of Miranda and Corine
when they were young.

I think they're with their mother.

Renell Priestley? Mm.

I saw some photos of her
in Corine's house in Jamaica,

so, yeah, I'm pretty sure it's her.

If I get the chance, I'U0 try
and find the box Miranda had,

see what it is she took from here.

Look, I've been gone a while.

I should probably get back
to the house now.

No, wait, Florence!

Erm...I just wanted
to make sure you're OK.

I'm fine. It's tough.
Tougher than I thought.

But it's just...

...| feel really alone.

Yeah, well, that's why
we're all here thinking of you.

And we're going to try and
solve this as quickly as we can,

so that we can get you out of there.

So, please, just...

Please be careful. I will.

Bye.

So, looks like it comes back around
to the mother.

Then perhaps Corine was right.

If she knows something
about our mum,

it's not her secret to keep.

And maybe these past 12 years...

...there is something
Miranda's been keeping secret

about Renell Priestley"s murder.

LINE RINGS

ON PHONE: St Mary's Hospice.
How can I help?

I'd like to make an appointment to
see one of your patients tomorrow.

This isn't working.

Daloris is asleep,

so if there's nothing else
you need from me, I'll just...

Take a seat. We need to talk. Sure.

I've been watching you, Celeste...

...these past few days.

Something about you...

...it's been bothering me.

What do you mean? Hmm.

The sweet, pretty little au pair
who lies to the police.

You did that very easily, Celeste.

Didn't take much convincing,
did you?

There's something
you're not telling me,

and I want to know what it is.

I lost someone.

The person I thought I was going
to spend the rest of my life with...

...he was shot.

Losing him the way I did...

...it felt like someone had changed
the rules halfway through the game.

I never want
to feel like that, ever.

But the only way to do that...

...to survive...

...is if I start
making the rules myself...

.like you did.

You know, when bad things
happen to us...

...that's when we find out
who we really are inside.

I'll get you a glass.

I know you're worried,
but if anyone can deal with this,

Florence can.

I don't doubt she can cope,
Catherine,

but there's something about all this
no—one's talking about.

When it's all over,

and Miranda Priestley's
hopefully behind bars,

in some ways,
it's just the beginning.

What do you mean?

It's a big network Miranda operates.
It'll take time to dismantle.

Not everyone involved
will be caught.

You mean Florence
might still be in danger?

Maybe.

Which is why
she'll probably have to move away,

get a new life, a new identity.

This is what's been on your mind,
why you've not been sleeping.

Oh, Neville.

And you really thought

sticking a ship in a bottle
would be the answer?

I didn't know what else to do,
Catherine.

But if you're right,

Florence must know this,
as well, no?

What doing this will mean for her?

I mean, I guess,
very possibly, she does.

There were always going to be a lot
of difficult memories here for her.

Maybe coming back to Saint Marie
hasn't been the answer for Florence,

like it has for you.

You think she wants to move on?

Maybe.

Well, if that's what she wants...

...| guess I want that for her, too.

And I need to help make that happen.

Morning. Inspector.

Sir, Marlon and I spoke with
the land registry first thing.

That shack near the farm?

Turns out it's owned by
Harley Joseph.

But we know he doesn't live there.
Someone else does.

So, we went back to his solicitor,

and it turns out Mr Joseph
has been renting the property

to the same woman since 2010.

Who is she?
A woman called Georgina Benjamin.

As in...

...Otis Benjamin?

Well, that can't be a coincidence.
Exactly.

So, I called the team in Jamaica

and asked them to do a check
on Ms Benjamin.

She's Otis Benjamin's aunt,
and get this, sir -

she was living in
the same block of flats in Kingston

as Miranda Priestley's mother.

They were next—door neighbours
for, like, years.

Until Renell Priestley was murdered,

which was when
Georgina Benjamin moved here

to the shack
on Harley Joseph's farm.

Do we know where Georgina is now?
St Mary Hospice up in Port Royal.

Marlon is heading up there now
to see what he can find.

So, if Georgina Benjamin was an old
neighbour of the Priestley family...

Why has Miranda turned up
at her home all these years later?

And why are these two men now dead?

Erm, Miranda isn't having
breakfast today?

She left early.
Not sure when she'll be back. OK.

Miranda?

Keep it right slap bang next to
The Best of British Choral Music.

MARLON CHUCKLES

"Georgina".

All right, thanks, Marlon.
Get yourself back here.

And...?

Georgina Benjamin was moved into
the hospice a couple of weeks ago.

She went into a coma
the night before last.

Nothing suspicious about it.
She's been ill for a while now.

But they don't expect her
to come out of it.

Also, apparently,

she had a visitor
earlier this morning — a woman.

Miranda Priestley.

She went into Georgina's room,
and when she heard

Ms Benjamin didn't have long left,
she went back out,

said that was all
she needed to know.

What's that about? Why the interest
in Georgina Benjamin?

ON CD: This is Otis, Otis Benjamin.

I'm here on Saint Marie
with my aunt Georgina,

and I'm talking to her about
something that happened
a long time ago —

the murder of her friend.
Ain't that right?

ON CD: Renell Priestley
was a good friend.

She didn't deserve what happened.
I've kept it secret all this time.

Although I'm scared,
I'm speaking out now.

And what is the truth?

I was there when it happened.
I saw it.

It wasn't some dealer.

It was her daughter Miranda.

Miranda Priestley
killed her own mother.

I think it's about time
you and I had a little chat.

Harley Joseph was found shot dead

inside a room
with one door in and out.

If Miranda Priestley killed him

and placed the gun in his hand
to make it appear like a suicide,

then how the hell did she then
get out of the room afterwards,

considering that one door was locked
and bolted from the inside?

It's impossible. Yeah, it is.

But then...

...sometimes
things that seem impossible...

...are often very easily explained.

Inspector, why do you have
a make—your—own ship in a bottle?

I needed
a displacement activity, sir.

Catherine suggested
I fall in love with a Frenchman,

but I don't think that was ever
really going to do the trick.

Not that I have anything
against Frenchmen, obviously.

Just there's just less of
a language barrier with a...

...make—your—own ship in a bottle.

And you get a rather lovely ornament
at the end of it.

Plus, I think I'm starting
to realise that

this ship in a bottle
holds the key to explaining

exactly how
Harley Joseph was murdered.

We have a bullet wound to the heart.
Reckon we're talking 9mm calibre.

And he's registered as owning
a Glock handgun himself.

The farm manager saw Mr Joseph
heading down here late last night.

MIRANDA: Harley gave us
a tour of the farm.

I didn't hear anything either.

We have to get to the crime scene.

So, is that why you came here
to Saint Marie — to find that CD?

You were never interested
in buying Harley's farm, were you?

I knew the recording
was here somewhere,

and as long as
Harley Joseph was alive,

he was an inconvenience.

I needed some time to find it.
So, you got rid of him?

And after all that,
you did the hard work for me.

And Otis Benjamin?
MIRANDA CHUCKLES

Stupid man.

Tried to blackmail me.
Caused a whole mess doing it, too.

But the clean—up process
is almost complete.

He got to you, though, didn't he?

I mean, he knew what it was worth,
that information.

Not just to the police,
but your sister.

If she found out what you did
to your own mother...

Keep walking, Celeste.

OK, if I'm right about this,

there's going to be a bullet hole
somewhere in this area,

and it should be about the same
height as the one inside the office.

Inspector, if you and I
take this wall,

Sergeant Thomas, Officer Pryce,
you do that one.

Sir, why do you think
there's a second bullet hole?

Because, Naomi, this murder is
exactly like that ship in a bottle.

It actually took place
outside the office here,

but then was re—constructed inside
to make it look like a suicide.

Sorry, run that by me one more time.

OK, well, here's what
I think happened.

What we know is
Miranda went on a tour of the farm

with Harley
the afternoon she arrived.

We also know that Harley kept a gun
inside this office

for security reasons.

I think Miranda saw the gun
on the tour,

and that's when she first started
to form her plan.

And all she needed to make it work
was another gun

the same calibre
as Harley's 9mm revolver.

We know Liam Calder carried a Glock.

And I wouldn't be at all surprised
if Miranda had her own gun, as well.

So, earlier that evening,
I think Miranda came down here

to set the scene to look like
a suicide would take place.

First, she'd get Harley's gun

and fire a single bullet
into that wall there.

GUNSHOT

Now, as I thought,

the noise of the gunshot
would be muted with the door closed,

so no—one in the house
would have heard it.

She'd then place the gun
very carefully

somewhere within easy reach,
but probably on the desktop,

and then she'd proceed
to type the suicide note.

Then all she had to do,
with the scene set,

was wait till later that evening.

Because the farm manager said
Harley would come down

to the office every evening
to check the next day's orders.

Exactly. She followed him down here
with a different 9mm-—calibre gun?

Yes, sir. Either Liam Calder's Glock
or her own gun.

Then, while they were here outside
the office... MIRANDA: Harley.

...Miranda Priestley shot
Harley Joseph in the chest.

GUNSHOT

Which is the same gunshot
that DS Cassell heard.

Because it was fired outside
and not inside the office.

Yes, but we know from the postmortem

that death wouldn't have been
instantaneous.

So, after Miranda shot Harley,

I think she then forced him
inside the office.

By threatening to shoot him again.

While Harley tried
to stem the bleed,

Miranda must have aimed
the gun at him a second time.

And his survival instincts,
like any of us,

would have made him scrabble
into the office, shut the door
and lock it behind him.

Likewise, he saw the gun and
must have grabbed it for protection.

But, with only a few seconds
left to live,

there was nothing else
he could have done.

HARLEY GROANS

That is why there must be

a second bullet hole
somewhere in this area,

because all Miranda then had to do
would be to find the bullet,

remove it, and then dispose of it.

Guys, we need to find
that bullet hole.

Sir, got it.

Here, look. That's it.

Marlon, can you test
for gunshot residue, please?

And I'd like to get a cast.
Got you, sir.

Let's head up to the house
and make the arrest. Yes, sir.

See you up there.

MIRANDA: Move.

All right, you can stop here.

So, this is it?

You're going to shoot me
and leave my body here?

They'll work out it was you.
Not after Liam's tidied up for me.

What were you doing sniffing around?

It wasn't an accident,
you finding that recording.

I'm a police officer undercover.

DS Cassell.

SHE CHUCKLES

Well, on your knees, DS Cassell.

I have... I have one last question.

Your mother...

...why did you kill her?

I mean, she was a good woman,
from what I read in your file.

She was disappointed in you.
That's what it was.

She was deeply disappointed in me.

Nothing I ever did
was good enough for that woman,

but I never sought her approval.

This wasn't emotional, what I did.

She was going to go to the police
and turn me in.

Tough love, she called it.
SHE CHUCKLES

But I'd worked too damn hard
and built up too damn much

to allow her to tear it all down.

That's why you took in Daloris —
to try and ease your conscience?

Even though you haven't got
an ounce of love for her.

No more questions, DS Cassell.

Sir, Miranda is not here.
Neither is DS Cassell.

GUNSHOT
No, no, no, no, no!

I think it's time
you and I had a little chat.

No more questions, DS Cassell.

GUNSHOT

Miranda Priestley, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Harley Joseph,

Otis Benjamin and Renell Priestley.

Sir, look! DS Cassell.

NEVILLE: Oh, thank God
you're all right!

I've made the arrest,
but she needs a paramedic.

I'll take it from here. Take this.

Are you all right?
Yes, I...I think I am.

It's just...
It's so good to see you both.

Bloody hell!
You gave me a scare there.

I don't think I've ever seen
the Commissioner leg it
like that before, though!

...I knew you'd be all right,
though.

If anyone could handle this,
it's you.

You've done us proud, DS Cassell.

PHONE RINGS

Commissioner Patterson.

You're going to be fine,
I promise you.

Poor kid. Yeah, but this is better
than what she had.

She needs a normal family,

one who will actually love her.
Yeah.

So, I guess you're going to have
to go away now, aren't you?

I think so.

But you always knew that, right?

You've helped me so much
the last year,

facing up to what happened
with Patrice here.

I knew I needed to come back
to do that.

But if I'm going
to start living again —

properly living —
it has to be somewhere else

where there are no ghosts.

Somewhere new.

Well, thank you, Florence.

You've made this island
a home for me,

and I'll never forget that.

I'm just going to miss you so much.

I'm going to miss you, too.
I'll let her know it's time.

That was the undercover team.
You don't have long, I'm afraid.

I guess I should say my goodbyes.

Victim's name is Ayana Jelani.

She's a singer from the UK.

So, how did she end up
taking aspirin

if she knew she was allergic to it?

They're trying to say
that it's my fault.

If someone else did kill Ayana,
they're doing a very good job

of making it look like
Darlene is to blame.

I see we have a visitor.

This is my sister lzzy.

If you cause me any trouble
while you're out here...

I won't, Nev. I promise.

Naomi, how would you feel
about stepping up,

giving me a hand
on top of your uniform duties?

I'd love that, sir.

I said police! Stop!