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Cheers. Here's to Mum. Here's to my family.

I'm so sorry, I lost track of time.

Hi.

Oh!

Still can't believe this view. I know. I mean, look at it.

Yeah, we have been.

I love this one.

Come on. Come on, up you get, you boring old thing,

come and dance with me.

Gorgeous. Mm.

Mum?

Cora? No, no, no. It's all right, I'm fine. Don't fuss, don't fuss.

I'm starving Me too!

You OK? Perfect.

Dinner? Yeah, come on.

Gorgeous.

Excuse me? Would you mind? A rare sight, this, us in our glad rags.

My good side.

My good side is my back side.

Cheers, m'dear.

Oh, could you...? Here you go.

OK? Yeah, yeah.

Oh, the club card. Oh, Joe! I'll, erm... Bag, bag, bag.

I'll see you down there.

I'll call the concierge and tell them to come and get you.

Hello? Hi, is that the concierge?

Yeah.

Of course, sir.

You're welcome. Yes, any time.

There's one burglary in Bay Cove, two bag snatches at the market

and about three desks' worth of paperwork to process.

Thank you.

Missing Marlon? Just a bit. Have you heard from him?

He's very pumped about Jamaica.

Says the girls there are "off the charts",

but that his favourite two girls in the world will always be us. Ah!

No rush, Darlene, just whenever you can get to it.

How does next Christmas sound?

Oh, sorry. Yeah, that's a lot. I was a bit distracted.

Evening.

Sir! I'm afraid I come as the bearer of bad news.

The officer I hired to replace Marlon

has decided to stay on the Caymans. Personal reasons.

It's all right, Darlene. I'll stay late to help out.

Darlene, I can't tonight, I'm sorry. Of course. You're meeting your ex.

Zoe. The catfisher.

What if she pretended to be someone else

because she was nervous to get in touch? No, no, no, no.

Her coming all the way here to see him does not scream "nervous" to me.

Guys, guys, I don't think the Commissioner's interested in this.

Oh, no... I am.

So, what did Zoe have to say for herself yesterday?

It was Marlon's leaving drinks, so it wasn't the time or place,

er, hence tonight, but, um...

I'll come in early tomorrow so the workload doesn't become too much,

so long as something big doesn't come in.

Honore Police.

We're on our way.

No, don't touch a thing.

That was the Arawak Hotel. A tourist has been stabbed.

Cora Blyth, 67.

Arrived yesterday from the UK with her husband Joe, daughter Holly

and Holly's husband Sam. And she was seriously ill.

How serious is seriously?

Actually, Cora was dying. Could she have done this to herself?

It doesn't look self-inflicted from the angle of entry.

The postmortem will confirm.

All right. Darlene, walk us through what we know. Around 6.30,

Joe helped Cora into the lift nearest their room.

The housekeeper up there confirmed that Cora was alone and alive

when the lift door closed and that Joe immediately called the concierge

to say that she was on her way down.

The concierge says she took Joe's call as the lift came down,

then the doors opened and Cora was there, dead.

So how long from Joe's call coming through to the lift arriving?

The concierge said 15 seconds. Reception has CCTV, so we'll check.

Could the killer have got into the lift on a floor in-between?

There isn't one. The Blythe' room is on the first floor, one level up.

And, apparently, the lift takes 15 seconds

to travel down a floor anyway, so there wasn't time for it to stop.

Not even between floors if someone pressed the alarm button?

No, it would have taken too long.

OK. We'll have to confirm timings for ourselves, but if it all

checks out, that means Cora Blyth was knifed in the heart

on her own in a moving lift in 15 seconds.

All right, let's see what we've got.

The usual stuff. Lip balm, tissues...

a personal alarm... and the receiver. But why would she have

the alarm button and the receiver with her at the same time?

Er, let's get these all processed, please, Darlene.

You see that? One of her nails is broken.

- What's happened? - I'm really sorry.

Please, just wait there.

Hi. Hi. Are you Cora Blyth's daughter?

Yes. Why? What's wrong?

Murdered.

I just...

I can't...

Can I ask, what brought you all to the island?

Um, Mum had a bucket list

of all the things she wanted to do before she...

Sorry.

She said a trip to Saint Marie was at the top from day one.

Did she have any enemies, anyone who might have reason to hurt her?

A long list. You can check with your colleagues back in the UK.

Cora was a barrister. She got a lot of very serious criminals sent down.

Have you noticed anyone following you recently,

seen anyone behaving suspiciously?

No, nothing like that.

Who took that photo? The housekeeper, just before...

So you helped your wife into the lift but then you left her alone.

I'd forgotten the club card. That's how you pay for things around here.

Oh, the club card. Oh, Joe!

Oh, God, I should have been with her.

Oh, gosh...

Sam, Holly, can you confirm where you were at about 6.30?

I'd... I'd gone down to the pool to go for a swim.

Was anyone else there? There were some people sunbathing there.

They would have seen me.

I was jogging with the hotel running club.

Is that where you ripped your top?

Oh, yeah, I guess so.

And the other runners, they'll be able to vouch for you?

Oh, well, I don't think so. I... I took a longer route on my own.

15 seconds. Hmm! This backs up the concierge, too.

Look, you can see her taking Joe's call...

and then...

the lift arriving. I'll check the phone records,

make sure they match. But, sir, did you see Joe's photo?

Cora's nails were all intact,

so that one nail could have only broken off in the lift.

Look. Well, it's not there now. Could it have got caught

on the murderer's clothes when she was trying to fight them off?

But how did they even get into the lift?

Through that hatch?

They could have been lying in wait above.

Climb in, stab Cora, climb out,

up the lift shaft onto the roof. Hmm. Could you two

maybe give it a try, see how fast you can do it?

Sergeant? What are you doing up there?

Come on!

It's, um...

Well, you want to give it a go?

Not in this skirt.

Go again. Quick, quick, quick.

29 seconds for me to get down from the hatch,

stab the victim and climb up again. Maybe faster with more practice?

Twice as fast, though?

Did the family mention she was religious? No.

They also didn't mention that she had a fortune hidden in here.

Let's check with the bank, see what they know about it.

John's First Epistle. "If we confess our sins,"

"he will cleanse us of all unrighteousness."

Inspector, check out the bookmark. There's something written on it.

This must be Cora's bucket list.

"Alexandria, Pompei, Venice, War And Peace."

Notice anything weird about it?

Saint Marie isn't even there.

Exactly. But her family thought it was top of the list.

Mm-hm. Darlene, first thing tomorrow, could you do a sweep

of all the exit routes and search the hotel bins?

Keep an eye out for Cora's nail. Her killer's DNA could still be on it.

Will do.

Oh, and, erm, Inspector,

good luck with Zoe!

Wow. It's stunning. Yeah.

When I bumped into your mum last year, I couldn't believe it

when she told me you'd moved here. The Neville I knew never would have.

Except he did.

Yeah. And then, when I read your blog, I just...

I knew I had to get in touch.

But, you know, exes, it's a bit awkward.

And then I thought, you know, why not test the waters first?

Look, I am so sorry for pretending to be someone else.

Talk about stupid! Yeah.

Not as stupid as mixing up Trafalgar and Waterloo

in the Northern Quiz League semifinal.

That is a low blow, Parker.

You know that quickfire rounds are my kryptonite.

So, apart from trying to redeem your pub quiz reputation,

what else have you been up to in the last few years?

Well, nothing as exciting as you.

Why don't we catch up tomorrow night, over dinner?

Talk about life, useless trivia, stuff.

Sure. Yeah, I'll cook.

Wow! OK, you really have changed.

Ah! I presume you've come to help search the hotel bins, sir.

You presume wrong. But I may have a solution

to your excessive workload... if you can handle it.

Morning. Morning.

So, how was it with Zoe? Good.

Maybe better than good, actually. We're, er, having dinner tonight.

Oh! So, not only do we have to work out who killed Cora Blyth

but also how they did it

when she was on her own in a moving lift for just 15 seconds.

And why is Saint Marie not on that bucket list

when the whole family claims that's the reason they came here?

Is the postmortem in yet?

As expected, knife to the heart, resulting in massive cardiac trauma.

The angle of entry shows Cora didn't do it to herself. Murder weapon?

Steak knife. No prints. But it wasn't from the hotel.

We'll check local restaurants. What do we know about the Blythe?

Joe Blyth, an engineer, 64. Lives with Cora in North Wales.

They moved there from London when they had Holly.

I checked his phone records. His call to the concierge

matches with the CCTV. Well, still, he is the husband

and was the last person with her, so... let's do a full set of checks,

see if anything could signal a motive. And call Cora's solicitor.

What about Holly?

32, works for a charity. Lives in Clapham in London.

Announced on her socials last month that she is pregnant.

Oh! Her husband, Sam Portlake, 35. Works part-time at a dog cafe.

It's a cafe where you go to stroke dogs.

Alongside that, he is studying to be a veterinary nurse.

His alibi holds up. There were some guests by the pool around 6.30

that saw him dive in. So, Sam's a mature student,

Holly works for a charity.

Clapham's not cheap. Where's the money coming from?

Is there something about this family that just feels off to you? Well...

I went through Cora's phone. Now, in the last few days,

she called Joe, Holly, the hotel, a tour company.

Nothing unusual, except a message she sent to Sam yesterday.

"Have you decided yet?"

Could just be where to go for lunch. Except there was no reply,

and it's the only text she sent him in the last month.

Most of her other messages are in the family group.

It's Darlene. No sign of Cora's nail, but she found something else.

It could be from Holly's T-shirt. It was snagged on the fire escape

leading down from the roof. So her top was ripped up there,

not out on a run. And if anyone did climb out of a lift shaft

onto the roof, this would have been their way out.

Everything all right, Darlene?

The Commissioner's found us a new officer, and he's starting today.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Oh, er, Naomi, looks like Holly wasn't out on a run

when Cora was killed, so she had opportunity.

That's not all she had, Inspector. The solicitor just called me back.

Cora was going to make a new will as soon as she got home.

Joe still keeps the house,

but she wanted to leave her savings to charity.

Who would have got them in the original will?

Holly. Over half a million pounds.

And Cora just told the family that was about to change.

Holly, we found this caught on the fire escape

down from the hotel roof. Is it from your T-shirt?

Yes, I was on the roof last night.

Why? To be on my own. Done it twice now.

Just start a run, then sneak up there. It's just, erm...

Well, the thought of losing Mum...

er... her never getting to meet... my baby, er...

I just felt sad.

We've run some financial checks. Your mum paid the rent on your flat,

but she also made several large lump-sum deposits into your account

in the last year. Well, she insisted. I never pressured her.

How do you mean, she insisted? Having a baby has always been

the dream for us, me and Sam - ever since we met, but...

it's been a struggle. Mum went through the same thing

before she had me, so she wanted to give us the best chance.

Paid for a top fertility clinic and, well, it worked.

Then was it a shock when she wanted to make a new will

without you in it?

Mum rediscovered her faith when she got diagnosed, so...

Leaving her money to worthy causes? Yeah, it made sense.

But you might lose your apartment, no?

What with a new family on the way? Well, I'm due a promotion,

Sam's degree's almost done. We'd have been fine.

Did you see anyone else on the roof yesterday by the lift shaft?

Did YOU go anywhere near it?

No.

No, of course not.

We're just trying to get the facts.

Yeah, well, here's the most important one. She was my mum.

OK? I'd never hurt her. Not for money, not for anything.

What's going on here? Is everything OK?

What's going on? Ah, Mr Blyth, we're just clearing up a few things.

I actually have a couple of questions for you both.

You OK? Mm-hm.

Do you know why visiting Saint Marie

wasn't actually on Cora's bucket list?

We found it in her room.

No idea. And were either of you aware

that she had $10,000 in cash hidden in her bedside drawer?

No!

Why would she...?

Holly had a lot to lose if Cora got back to England alive.

Yeah, but whoever killed Cora must have been face-to-face with her

when they stabbed her. Could Holly do that to her own mum? Over a will?

I mean, it's a lot.

I'll request UK police records, see if there's any history of violence.

Yeah.

Good, you're all here. Ready to welcome our new colleague?

Ready or not, here he comes.

Dwayne! Good to see you.

Chief!

Oh!

Commissioner. Meet Detective Sergeant Naomi Thomas.

Ms Thomas. Welcome back.

And, of course, you already know...

Darlene, baby!

It's... It's Officer Curtis now.

Oh.

Yes, ma'am. Where is Nelson?

I thought coming to Saint Marie was his idea.

I told the old man I'd head over first and get our place shipshape.

Then you told me the team was on their knees without me,

so here I am, the full package. My exact words were,

"We are one short and you know the ropes."

Pot-ay-to, pot-ah-to. Let's go.

Ah, Jacqueline!

Dwayne. You're back! Yes-I, and there's going to be

a lot of partying on the island tonight.

Joe! Joe!

Joe, I am so sorry for your loss.

Look, I know it's awful timing...

but did Cora tell you what she promised me?

She hasn't mentioned you for years.

What are you even doing here?

Did you have something to do with what happened? Course not!

Surely you don't believe I could ever hurt her!

The police might, when they realise that you're here on Saint Marie.

Oh, Dwayne, you can sit at Marlon's old desk.

He's left your boat keys in the top drawer. Thank you, Chief.

Oh, and for the record,

Marlon sat at MY old desk.

Ah, it's like I've never been away.

Except JP's got a whole lot better-looking.

So, we're still trying to establish how the killer got in and out

of that lift in 15 seconds, and why.

Holly had financial motive and no alibi, but the brutal nature

of this crime, her own mother, it just feels unlikely.

Ah, the Met's emailed.

So, Holly has no history of violence.

All Joe's checks are clean, too.

But last week, Sam reported an ex-girlfriend stalking him.

He wanted a restraining order. OK. Let's check with London

for more details, and then we'll go and talk to him.

Darlene, could you show Dwayne the crime scene and bring him

up to speed on the case? It'll be her pleasure, Chief.

Shall we?

Ah! Bonnie and side!

Er, the sidecar is yours.

No. I insist. You sit and let me do all the hard work.

I don't want to put you out. You won't. I'll drive.

Dwayne always drives. Not any more, honey.

No!

Chief! Inspector!

Hmm!

My ex-girlfriend's been hassling me back home. Does Holly know?

I've not mentioned it to her, so, erm...

Why not?

When did you and your ex split up?

Erm, the summer before I met Holly.

So how come she only just started harassing you now?

We could call her to check.

We had a... We had a fling around New Year's.

Don't get me wrong, I love Holly. We're starting a family together.

She's my world. Just sometimes I...

feel like a loser that doesn't deserve her.

I slept with my ex to make me feel better.

And it did.

Until it didn't.

The Met officer on your case was an old friend of Cora's.

He called her to check your statement.

Did Cora ask you the same questions we just did

and reach the same conclusion? That you cheated on her daughter?

We know Cora sent you this text.

"Have you decided yet?" What did she want you to decide?

Joe hates me, no matter how hard I try.

Cora was always on my side.

You made a vow to my daughter before God, and you've broken it.

She said it was my call. Confess to Holly or not.

I had to choose. But if you chose not to,

wouldn't Cora have told Holly?

She didn't want to risk the marriage, so she left it up to me.

You're not going to tell Holly, are you?

It depends how the case proceeds.

I didn't kill Cora. Why would I destroy this family?

It must have been someone Cora sent down, like Joe said.

It must have been.

Look, some things are just personal.

You are so annoying.

Excuse me? That room is sealed. You didn't see the crime scene tape?

Stop! Police!

Keep up, Dwayne!

Run faster! You run faster! Leave her to me!

Excuse me, excuse me!

Coming through!

Honey, you know you're meant to shower FIRST.

Any idea who she is? Someone who had a grudge against Cora?

According to UK Prison Service...

no-one Cora prosecuted has been released from jail recently.

Darlene, let's call Immigration,

see if her photo matches any recent arrivals. OK.

And we now know that Sam did have a motive to kill Cora.

She was trying to force him to tell Holly he'd been unfaithful to her.

Confessing his sin, like that Bible verse she bookmarked.

He could have lost his marriage and his unborn child. Yeah, he made out

Cora was happy to keep quiet about it, but...

I don't believe she'd let him commit adultery and say nothing.

I'll call back the ex, dig for more.

Yeah, we can look at it with fresh eyes tomorrow.

Oh, yeah!

Pst-pst-pst!

You have a hot date tonight.

Yes-I!

Sounds amazing.

Still, life on the island can't all be sunshine,

snorkels and swimming with sharks. No, I've never swum with...

You've changed, but not THAT much.

How about romance? A place this gorgeous, don't tell me

you've never been bitten by the love bug. Couple of times, maybe.

And? Well, you know, just... the usual stuff.

Got my heart broken. Twice.

Happens to the best of us. Really? Mm. As I recall,

you're usually the one doing the heartbreaking.

I got dumped a month ago.

By my... fiance.

I'm fine now! Just got to suck it up and get back out there.

You sound like my mum. Oh, words every woman dreams of hearing.

No, I just mean, er...

It wasn't that long ago I got to thinking maybe I should just

give up on live. But then my mum came out for Christmas

and made me promise I wouldn't. Quite right, too.

It's about time we both deserved some happiness.

Either way, it's definitely time for some Eccles cakes.

You didn't. Oh, I did.

And I got some very strange looks at customs, too.

Go on.

I 'll, er...

So, I just spoke to Sam's ex in London,

and she said he's been sleeping with other women,

even in the last month, and she can prove it. Texts, photos, the works.

Well, let's get them verified, but if she's right,

that means Sam's a serial adulterer

while his wife's pregnant and her mum's seriously ill.

That's a marriage-ender and a motive for murder.

Except... he has an alibi. Hmm. Darlene, how are we getting on

with immigration checks? No matches for the brunette as yet.

Ah!

Looks like someone's been busy. Yes, looking for the woman

that outwitted you yesterday. I already found her.

Layla, the concierge. Sweet girl. We go way back.

Anyway, I told her to show the CCTV to the bellboys, and one of them

said he's seen the woman guiding tour groups in town.

Great stuff, Dwayne! Let's get a list of all the registered guides

and see if we can identify her from that. Layla had another titbit,

too. A hotel cleaner

witnessed a huge row between Joe and Cora the first day they arrived

and said it was intense. Dwayne! You're on fire!

It's just good old-fashioned police work.

Ha-ha! I mean, you're not going to

find all the answers in an office file, now, are you?

Now, Dwayne, don't start with me, now, today... You listen...

Listen, if you're going to identify this brunette,

you're going to have to learn to work together.

Naomi and I are going to go and talk to Joe.

Wait. A tour guide.

Some of Cora's last calls was to a tour company on the island.

Hmm! Yep, there it is. Gary's Guides.

I guess office files have their uses after all. Here she is.

Thanks. Thanks for meeting me here.

Cora had such faith.

I'd hoped, being here, I might feel a bit closer to her, but...

I don't.

When we spoke before, you said that you and Cora shared everything.

But you didn't share her faith?

No. I've never been a believer.

She also didn't share that she had $10,000 in her bedside drawer.

And her discovery about Sam, did she share that?

What discovery? Sam was sleeping with someone behind Holly's back.

Dirty little rat. I always said he wasn't good enough for her.

Seems like Cora hid a few things from you and Holly.

Can you think why?

It can only be because she wanted to protect us.

Protect you from what? Or whom? Well, if I knew that...

What were the two of you arguing about

the day you arrived on the island? A witness said it was... intense.

Cora had just told me what charity she was giving her money to.

Her church. I saw red.

I said the priest must have been exploiting her faith.

I couldn't believe that she was leaving it to them and not to Holly.

You know why I need to do this. But you're not the one

that's going to get hurt!

Why didn't you mention this before? Well...

Well, we'd moved beyond it, you know.

Cora explained that... that it was all her own idea.

She hadn't even mentioned it to the priest.

Do you recognise this woman? She may be connected to Cora.

No. Sorry, no, I've never seen her before.

OK. We'll be in touch.

Darlene?

The brunette is Lexi Reece.

Then I thought, what if Alexandria wasn't the name of a city

but a person?

Lexi's short for Alexandria.

She's the top of the bucket list. She's the reason Cora came here.

That is excellent work, you two. Now all we have to do is find her.

So, er, that is the end of today's tour.

If you liked it, please do post a review online.

If you didn't, what's wrong with you?

So, any last questions?

Yes. Were you at the Arawak Hotel yesterday at around five o'clock?

Er, who said that?

I did.

Our inspector would like to have a little word with you.

$10,000?

I know. It... It felt weird.

I mean, we were friends in the nineties,

but I hadn't heard from Cora since.

So getting a call at work, out of the blue,

her promising me all that cash...

messed with my head. Did she ask for anything in return?

Just a little chat one night in her hotel room.

Didn't even say what about. So I went.

When I heard that Cora was dead, I wished I hadn't.

Still, you went to the room the next day, tried to break in.

I spoke to Joe Blyth first.

He always did whatever Cora said. Under the thumb.

You mean she could be controlling? I'm not slagging her off.

Fair play to her. It's just he never argued back.

So if she told him the cash was for me, I knew he would hand it over.

Had she told him?

No. Gutting. So I went to check to see if the money was in her room.

It is mine... morally.

Not legally speaking, though.

I tell you what else isn't legal - evading a police officer.

Were you worried that we might find out about your past?

We've got your records. Cora was your lawyer in London

back when she was still a defence barrister. You were barely 18,

got convicted of dealing class A drugs, got sent down.

Did you blame her? Why would I? The Blythe were the only people

who looked out for me when I was released. Even so,

you were detained at a mental health facility not long after.

Yes, OK, I was sectioned. But not cos of them.

Cos of me.

Went back to dealing, started using,

got pregnant with my loser boyfriend. Couldn't cope.

New baby, all the drugs... My head just...

I lost it.

Baby got put into care.

The point is... is that Cora risked a lot

to keep me out of jail a second time.

She even got me off a child neglect charge,

as long as I promised never to contact my kid.

I knew I couldn't keep up my end of the bargain

if I stayed in the country, so I didn't.

Came here, made an honest life.

And the child?

You know the rules. Kids get your details when they turn 18.

Haven't heard a thing.

But the only reason I'm not rotting in jail is Cora.

So she's the last person I'd ever want to hurt.

Really? Oh.

I understand, Doc.

Thank you.

Dwayne?

Is everything OK? Yes. The old man will be arriving tomorrow.

Wasn't that a doctor, though?

Yes. The old goat hasn't got as much life left in him

as I've been making out.

That's why we're really back.

This is where he wants to spend the rest of his days.

Dwayne, I... I'm so sorry.

Listen, erm, why don't you both come round to mine on Saturday?

I'll make some Creole spiced ribs.

Thank you. He'd love that.

Sorry.

It's from a restaurant around the corner from Gary's Guides.

But there are tables outside, so...

So any one of them could have swiped it. OK. Let's try this.

Who has the strongest reason to kill her now?

Er, Inspector, are you winking at me?

Er, no. I've got something in my eye, sorry.

Don't mind me, guys. You just carry on. OK.

So, Holly has half a million reasons to want Cora dead.

She was just about to be cut off from financial support.

Or did Joe finally snap

when Cora pushed him too far after years of control?

Yes, but this was a planned murder, not a crime of passion.

Oh, I think it's an eyelash.

Sam's motive was pretty pressing. If Holly found out he was a cheat,

he'd lose her and his baby. Lexi has a record. Needed money.

Could she have blackmailed Cora and then something went wrong?

Ah! Got it... I think. I got it.

I've got it!

I knew there was something off! Inspector?

I have a feeling I know why Cora was murdered. I just don't know how yet.

Oh, ah! Ow. Ow!

Oh! Ah!

Yes!

Nowhere near fast enough. You sure that thing isn't faulty?

If none of us can get in and out in time, how did the killer?

Oh. Oh...

You all right there, Dwayne? Dizzy.

Going through that damn hatch, up and down, up and... Oh...

I see.

I see!

Up and dawn.

The concierge says she took Joe's call as the lift came down,

then the doors opened and Cora was there, dead.

Up and down, up and... Oh...

But why would the alarm button

and the receiver both be with her at the same time?

So that one nail could have only broken off in the lift.

Could it have got caught on the murderer's clothes when she was

trying to fight them off? I'd gone down to the pool to go for a swim.

Having a baby has always been the dream for us.

Mum went through the same thing before she had me.

The Blythe were the only people who looked out for me

when I was released. But what happened to the nail?

Dwayne, I'm going to need you to search through some drain filters.

From the beginning of this case, there's one question

that has been bugging us. How was Cora, alone and in a moving lift,

murdered in 15 seconds?

Well, the answer's very simple.

She wasn't. The concierge said that the lift came down,

the doors opened and Cora was there.

But no-one actually saw the lift coming down... because it wasn't.

It was coming up.

Now, Cora's lift did actually travel down initially, but it went

past reception and stopped at the lift lobby by the pool,

which was deserted at dinner time, except for...

Sam. And that is where you murdered her.

What? You've got this all wrong.

You retrieved the knife that you'd hidden earlier and, after you'd

killed her, you wiped your prints off the knife with a towel

and sent the lift back to reception. This is... This is crazy.

Have you got proof for any of this?

Yeah.

We found Cora's nail in the filter of the pool,

which is where you washed away all the forensic evidence

that would link you to the murder...

by jumping into the water and firming up your alibi.

We're testing the nail for traces of your DNA. There'll be no doubts.

Well, you're wrong. I mean... Sam, a murderer?

It's true. He couldn't have killed Cora. He wouldn't have had time.

I called the concierge the moment the lift doors closed.

You can check with the housekeeper.

We did. And that's why you had the housekeeper

take that phat of you, isn't it? To make sure that you had an alibi,

because you were in on the plan, too.

You gave Sam the receiver for Cora's personal alarm

so that you could signal him when she was on her way down.

Then you made up the club card excuse so that she'd be alone

before pressing the lift button, but for the pool, not for reception.

Then, in front of the housekeeper, you pretended to call the concierge.

HI, is that the concierge?

Whereas, in fact, you were talking to no-one at all.

After Sam had killed Cora, he put the receiver in her bag, too,

so that it wouldn't be linked to him.

But why would the alarm button and the receiver

both be with her at the same time?

And then, after he'd had time to kill your wife...

Hello? ..back in your room... Is that the concierge?

That's when you eventually made the call to the concierge for real.

You made us think that Cora had to have died in those last 15 seconds,

because we assumed that the call the housekeeper thought you'd made

was the same call that the concierge actually took.

This is ridiculous. Me and Sam?

Yeah. You played up your antagonism

so that no-one would suspect you were in it together.

Joe hates me, no matter how hard I try. Dirty little rat.

I always said he wasn't good enough for her.

OK. Erm...

Holly, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this,

but I promise I wouldn't unless I had no choice.

Cora found out that Sam was cheating on you.

Now, I told your dad, but what I have to ask you is, did he tell you?

No.

No, he... didn't. Why, Joe?

Why not tell her? It would prove you were right about Sam all along.

Or when Cora found out about Sam's infidelity,

did she tell you straight away? And you approached him and promised

to keep it secret as long as he helped you kill your wife.

Sam? Was that the deal?

You murdered a defenceless woman. We have the proof.

Are you really just going to sit there and take all the blame?

He said, erm, cos she was ill, it wasn't really murder.

More like, erm...

putting down a sick dog.

Really? What, you think I plotted with this lying cheat

to kill my wife so that he and Holly could get the inheritance?

Why would I do that? No. I think you plotted with him

to keep Holly in your life and keep yourself out of prison.

With Cora's new-found religion, she wanted to "cleanse her soul",

which meant confessing to Lexi about a terrible wrong

that she'd done to her and making amends.

Getting a call at work, out of the blue,

her promising me all that cash... Ten grand!

Lexi, can you remember, on the night that you were committed

to the mental health facility, was Cora there?

I called her when I started to lose it. She got the doctor.

Joe took the baby out of harm's way. What...? Why do you ask?

Because Holly told us that Cora had struggled to conceive.

Oh, please...

Please.

Not here. Not like this.

Don't they deserve the truth?

Doesn't SHE deserve the truth?

We were desperate for a child.

A purpose, a reason to stay sober.

But it wasn't happening for us.

You just fell into our laps.

We moved away, somewhere that people didn't know us.

We loved you. We thought it was a good thing that we were doing,

taking you away from her.

Cora lied when she said Lexi would be charged with neglect

if she ever tried to contact her child.

Lexi, you believed her. Why wouldn't you,

after everything she'd done for you?

The Blythe were the only people who looked out for me

when I was released.

That's what Joe and Cora were fighting about

the day before she died. She'd told him the real reason

she wanted to come to Saint Marie.

Cora, we can't tell her. We committed a crime.

I committed a sin, a sin that I have to confess before I die.

If Cora confessed, you'd be sent down and you'd doubtless lose Holly.

You could only see one way out -

to kill your wife... with a perfect alibi.

And it very nearly worked,

until I realised that Holly had brown eyes, like mine.

I got it.

I've got it!

It's very, very rare for a child to have brown eyes

if both parents' eyes are blue, like Joe and Cora's.

So we did a familial match DNA test and, er...

Holly...

you are Lexi's daughter.

And to stop Cora telling the truth, Joe ended her life.

I'll always be your dad, Holly.

I don't even know you.

If there's anything we can do...

It's just...

the thought of...

going home...

all on my own.

Well, there's no rush.

Plus, I can think of one reason

you might want to stick around a little longer.

This case I've been working on the last few days, it's...

it's really got me thinking about... life and...

what I want to put on my bucket list, that sort of thing.

Well, being in the Caribbean with you...

this right here's my bucket list.

Yeah, erm...

it's not mine.

What? I'm sorry.

Look, when we kissed last night...

The spark wasn't there any more. Yeah. I know.

That's because neither of us really want this. It's just a...

It's a rebound thing.

You were just trying to get over having your heart broken...

and so was I.

But I am still really grateful you came out here.

You are? Yeah.

You've shown me that I was right not to give up on finding love.

And chatting to Sunset Chaser, the thrill of that,

the hope that this might actually be the one...

I miss that. I want that again. I-I ...want to fall in love.

I travelled halfway across the world to give this another shot.

If you want to find the one, some online chat's not going to cut it.

You need to pull your finger out.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Come on.

I might stay here a bit longer, enjoy one last Caribbean sunset.

Yeah.

Well, Chief, you made the right call. Getting back together

with an ex never works.

Amen to that. Mm...

But there's something else, isn't there?

Dwayne? Mm? Let's get another round of drinks.

But we haven't finished these ones yet. Now.

Oh! Why do you always have to have your own way?

Because my way is always the right way. Go.

G...!

So?

Well, I've finally figured out

what I'd like to put at the top of my bucket list.

Finding live again.

That's great, sir. Yeah, but... if there's one thing

this jib teaches you, it's that... life's too short.

It's not just the cases. It's what happened

with the Commissioner a few weeks ago. I hear you.

So, I need to be more like Zoe, really take a risk,

go for it, before it's too late.

What do you mean? Well, this is a small island, Naomi.

It's full of ghosts for me.

Florence, Sophie... Rebecca.

What are the chances of me finding love again here?

Yeah.

So, if I...

if I do want to find the one...

and I really do...

I'm going to have to put myself out there, literally.

So I'm going travelling.

I'm leaving Saint Marie.

Hello?

So it's true? You can come out of witness protection?

It sure is, sir. Miss me?

Hi, guys, it's me.

I'm out here in the Caribbean with my bestest buddies ever.

We have a possible suspicious death over on St Auguste.

We already have a detective in sit...

Florence! We're screwed, aren't we?

Our four likely suspects were together in the restaurant

when it happened. So if it WAS one of them that did it, then...

How? I missed him. More than I thought I would.

You've got to know. The Inspector's leaving Saint Marie.

Hopefully you'll make it back by then. I really hope so, too.