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Listen to me, please. I
know he didn't do this.

We need to do something. Do
you know what's been going on?

Then we need to talk.

I'm following Patrice in his car.

We're heading north, out of Belle Mer.

Please, please call me.

Patrice? It's me.

Do you know something about Harrison?

Agh!

Patrice!

This is Jack Mooney's phone.

Please leave a message after the tone.

You're quiet, sir.

Me? No, just...

Usually, when you solve a case,

you get a genuine sense
of closure, you know?

And you're not feeling that
with the Tiana Palmer case?

No. I'm not.

It's DS Cassell.

Hey, Sarge.

Is everything all right?

She's hurt.

What? She says she's been shot.

What?! She's what? Where is she?

I should've stayed outside.

Waited for you.

No, no, no, no, that's OK, Sarge.

Just tell me where you are,
and we'll be straight there.

I don't know.

Followed Patrice. North.

Can you describe where you are at all?

It's empty.

Sarge? Sarge!

She's not responding.

Did she say where she is?

Yeah, she said that she
followed Patrice somewhere north.

She said it was empty.

There's a map in the Jeep. OK.

Florence's voicemail said she
overheard Patrice on the phone

arranging to meet someone,
so she followed him.

Well, this is the only
place north of Belle Mer.

It's an old boat yard.

Look, there's Patrice's car.

You two take the back. But be careful,
whoever did this might still be in there.

She said an empty room.

Florence!

Oh, no! Florence?

Can you hear me?

Sir?

Tell me if you can hear
what I'm saying, Florence.

Sir... You're going to be all right.

OK.

Oh!

Just stay awake now, Florence.
You're going to be fine.

Did you see who did
this to you, Florence?

No. OK, don't worry, just stay with me.

Stay still. I've got you, Florence.

You're going to be OK.

Just through here. This way, JP!

It looks like a single bullet wound
to the stomach. She's conscious.

How is she, sir?

I don't know, JP. She's alive.

Sir, I think you need to see something.

It'll have to wait,
JP. Sir, it can't wait!

Oh, God, no, Patrice!

There's bruising to his left
temple, so whoever did this hit him.

Do you think this is connected
to the Tiana Palmer case?

I do, sir, yes.

Harrison Green was arrested
just over an hour ago.

Even though he admitted he did it,

Patrice here was convinced
Harrison was innocent.

Harrison is not a killer.
I've known him all my life.

Florence overheard Patrice
on the phone to someone...

talking about Harrison.

Then we need to talk.

And he arranged to meet
whoever it was here.

Yeah, I know it. 20 minutes.

DS Cassell followed him, and...

The rest you know.

Sir...

I checked the last dialled
number on Patrice's phone,

made an hour ago. The
call Florence heard. Mm.

It's a landline for the
villa on Rosalie Island.

Ewan Boyd's place?

Who's Ewan Boyd?

Ewan Boyd owns a lucrative
financial investment company.

A millionaire many times over.

And he lives on this Rosalie Island?

He divides his time
between New York, London

and, erm, his Caribbean bolthole,
as I believe he calls it.

Is he there at the moment?

I heard mention he's back.

Anyone else live there?He usually
arrives with some sort of entourage.

There's something in that bag.

Strange.

A cushion?

Yeah. Pretty good fabric, too.

Why would someone put a
lovely-looking cushion in a bag,

then throw into the sea?

Because perhaps they
didn't want it any more?

Captain says we'll be at Rosalie Island

in ten minutes, Inspector.

Which way to the house?

I'll show you.

It seems we have company.

I'll deal with it.

Afternoon.

I'm Frances Compton.

How can I be of help?

Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.

We'd like to speak to everyone
currently residing at that house

about an incident that occurred
on Saint Marie this afternoon.

Please, come this way.

Ewan Boyd.

Welcome to Rosalie Island, Inspector.

Well, I appreciate you finding
the time to talk to us, Mr Boyd.

No, Ewan, please.

What's this all about, then?
It's the police, Martin.

They're here to talk to us
about a murder on Saint Marie.

Christ. This is going to be fun, then.

This is Martin Stow, Inspector.

He heads up my legal team.

Yes, excuse the clobber,

but you catch me on one
of the rare occasions

when I managed to make it into the gym.

Three days ago, a young woman by the
name of Tiana Palmer was murdered,

we believe by her
boyfriend, Harrison Green.

Either of those two names
mean anything to you?

We... know Harrison.

We use his water-taxi to
get to and from the mainland.

And you all used it?

Well, Frances and Ewan
probably more than me, but...

Are you sure it was him? He
seemed like a very pleasant kid.

Well, he's just confessed to it.

But since then, there's been
another murder. Bloody hell!

And just to be clear, none of
you have come across Tiana Palmer?

No.

No, I don't know her.

Never met the girl. Pretty, though.

I'm sorry, what does any
of this have to do with us?

After Harrison was
arrested, his best friend,

a man called Patrice Campbell,

phoned this villa here.

Patrice spoke to whoever it
was who answered the phone

and arranged to meet them on
Saint Marie to talk about Harrison.

My DS followed Patrice to that meeting,

and both of them were shot.

And the call to this
villa was made at...

... 1. 30 this afternoon.

And lasted for...

Oh.

Two minutes, three seconds.

So it follows that one
of you answered the phone.

One of you spoke to Patrice Campbell.

Well, I know I didn't.

I did hear the phone ring,
but I was busy working...

... so I... I didn't pick it up.

I assumed someone else answered.

I was taking a... siesta after lunch...

... so all too happy to let it ring out.

So you're saying there was
no-one else here, on the island,

yet none of you answered the
call made by Patrice Campbell?

And tell me, does anyone here own a gun?

Sorry, who do you think we are?

It's OK, Martin. The
Inspector's just doing his job.

No. No, Inspector,
none of us owns a gun.

Right, and did anyone here leave
the island in the last two hours?

Uh-uh.

Out of curiosity,

if you did need to get over to the
mainland, do you have the means?

Well, we have a small tender, but
it's being serviced on Saint Marie.

Although, the previous owners
left a little skiff behind,

but that had a hole in it, right?

Chucked it out, few years back.

So there you go, Inspector.

We don't have a gun and
we don't have a ruddy boat,

so it can't be one of us that did it.

I hope that clears things up for you.

I want you to search this
place, high up and low down.

See if you can find a gun,
or any evidence of one.

Yes, sir.

Let's see if they were telling
the truth about not having a boat.

Sir?

Any news?

Well, we searched the house.

There's no sign of a gun or any bullets,

or even paperwork for a weapon.

And what about you, sir?
Did you find their boat?

No, Ruby, I didn't.

Went around the whole
perimeter of this island,

no watercraft to be seen anywhere.

Oh!

Mind you, I think this is where
they used to keep their skiff.

Couple of oars there
and some fuel canisters.

But no actual boat.

So maybe it wasn't one
of them that did it.

But who did Patrice speak to at
the villa if it wasn't one of them?

Hang on!

Cushions.

Cushions?

Cushions.

Like peas in a pod.

The one from Rosalie Island

is an exact match for the one I
found floating not a hair's breadth

from where Patrice was murdered.

All three of them deny
coming over to meet Patrice.

But if one of their cushions
made it over to Saint Marie,

then that means someone
must've brought it.

I mean, it didn't travel
here by itself, did it?

But why would a killer bring
a cushion to commit murder?

And how? They didn't have a boat.

I mean, it was 20 minutes
between Patrice making a call

and him being shot,

so they couldn't have
swum it in that time.

So how did our murderer get
to Saint Marie and back again?

Commissioner. How's Florence?

Well, that is fantastic news, sir.

Thank you, sir. Thanks
for letting us know.

She's out of surgery. They managed
to remove the bullet successfully

and see no reason why she
can't make a full recovery.

Well, it's late.

We should try and get some sleep.

In the morning, I will pay
a visit to Harrison Green

and see what he has to say
about what happened to Patrice.

Thank you. Both of you.

That was a tough hand
we were dealt today,

but you stayed focused, kept
going and you acted with integrity.

You can be very proud of
yourselves. Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

You really put the wind
up us for a while there,

Detective Sergeant Cassell.

Don't ever do that to me again.

There she is.

You OK?

You're in hospital.

You took a bullet, remember?

But the doctors say you've
nothing to worry about.

Patrice...

... is he OK?

Florence, I'm so sorry.

There's no easy way to say this...

No!

Oh, my goodness, no!

We all know there was a gun
kept here in this office,

but now it's gone,

and a man has been shot
dead, so who the hell took it?

- No!
- Steady!

No. You all right, sir?
No way, not Patrice.

Sorry, Harrison.

I don't understand. Who did this? Why?!

This is what I'm trying to
tell you. Whoever it is did it

because Patrice wanted to
speak to them about you,

about you not killing Tiana.

But I did.

I told you. It was me.

No-one else. I stabbed her!

And there was no-one else involved?No!

And what about the
people on Rosalie Island?

Is there something you're not

telling me about your
relationship with them?No.

They've been good to me.

Given me a lot of work over
the years, and friendly with it.

Friendly? In what way friendly?

Just chatting with me on my boat.

No more.

Inspector...

What I did to Tiana...

... I did it on my own.

Because I had to.

I was bursting with pain.

And I did it to make it stop.

You met with Harrison this
morning. What did he say?

Well, he insists that he acted
alone when he stabbed Tiana.

And he says the only connection he
has to the residents of Rosalie Island

is their use of his
water-taxi the last few years.

But, sir, if Patrice met
someone from Rosalie Island

to talk to them about
what Harrison had done,

and then the same person
ended up killing him,

I mean, surely Patrice
was onto something, right?

Correct.

Somebody was trying to silence Patrice.

Which means there's more
to Tiana Palmer's murder

than we first thought.

And it all links back to Rosalie Island.

Our job is to find out
what that connection is.

So, Ewan Boyd. Originally
from Edinburgh, in Scotland.

At the age of 27, he set
up an investment company.

His current net worth is
- get this - 33 million.

I mean... 33 million?! Ah!

Frances Compton.

Joined Ewan's company in the early '90s

as in-house psychiatrist and motivator.

Her official title now
is Company Vice President.

In-house psychiatrist and motivator.

How does that work?

It's not uncommon in
high-finance companies.

It's all about keeping
employees' focused.

You know, getting rid of negative
thoughts so they can perform at their best.

And earning their CEOs as much
money as is possible, I assume.

And finally, Martin Stow.

Boyd's legal executive. Works at
a corporate firm in New York City

and was a partner by the age of 30,

but left not long after
to work in-house for Boyd.

Right. They all claim
they were on Rosalie Island

at the time of the shooting,
so how did they do it?

We searched that island high up and
low down, there was no boat there.

And I checked the harbours this morning,

and no-one hired a boat for
them or went to pick anyone up.

So where do you intend to start?

Well...

... so far, there is no hint in
the Tiana Palmer investigation

of a link to Rosalie Island.

But maybe we haven't come across one

because we weren't looking for one.

Tiana's phone and her laptop.

We need to recover deleted
files and web history.

You know, stuff Tiana
didn't want people to find.

My cousin Roscoe is an absolute
genius when it comes to computers.

Right, Commissioner Patterson?

Roscoe is annoyingly proficient
when it comes to technology.

OK, I'll be back.

Right, give Roscoe a bell.

Sure thing.

JP, how are you getting on with
the suspects' phone records?

Ah, yes.

So we have lots of calls made
to New York and to London,

and a fair few made to Harrison.

I assume when they needed
transport to the mainland.

Apart from that, there's
only one other phone call

made to a Saint Marie number
in the last month. Who to?

To a luxury gift shop in Port Royal,

and it came from Ewan
Boyd's phone number.

Well, it's not much to go on,
but if we're looking for a link

between Rosalie Island and Tiana
Palmer, we've got to start somewhere.

Yep. OK.

OK...

So this is what Ewan Boyd
ordered just over three weeks ago.

And get this
- he even asked for an inscription to be made.

"For Tiana from E".

And a kiss?

So Ewan did know her.

It appears so, sir.

And had feelings for her, too,
I think it's fair to surmise.

The thing is, the shop
delivered it to Tiana a week ago,

and she returned it back the same day.

She didn't even ask for a refund,

just said she couldn't accept it.

So let's start again, how
did you and Tiana meet?

Well, she came to a party
here, on the beach...

An open-house thing.

A few locals from Belle Mer
came over. Tiana was one of them.

And what? You just got chatting?

Well, that's how it works for
me, Inspector, meeting women.

Do you have a different approach?

Er, no.

Not sure I have an approach at
all, to be honest with you, Ewan.

But then, I was never one for
chatting up girls half my age.

Did Tiana ever mention
she had a boyfriend?

Briefly.

That's why she was out drinking,
she said, letting off steam.

Seemed like they were
going through a rough patch.

And after the first night that you met,

how many times did
you see her after that?

She came to a couple of other parties.

It was early days.

And yet you were already
sending her expensive jewellery.

I just wanted her to know that
I was interested, that's all.

Except, she wasn't.

Miss Palmer...

... returned the jewellery.

So I believe. And you
were angry about that?

Disappointed, no more.

Is there something
the matter, Inspector?

It's all a bit convenient,
don't you think?What is?

A young woman who rejects you

is killed a few days later

and her boyfriend arrested.

Convinced her boyfriend is innocent,

a friend of his phones this villa here

to see if he can get at
the truth of the matter.

And what happens? He
winds up dead himself.

Now do you see the picture
I'm painting for you, Ewan?

How it looks to us?

It's Ruby, I'd better take it.

Excuse me a moment.

Ruby...

I need a glass of water.

That's fine, Mr Boyd.

I wasn't asking your permission.

And you say this was in Tiana's
deleted internet history?Yes, sir.

I took her laptop to Roscoe, and
he's managed to recover everything

she got rid of in the last month.

Good man, Roscoe.

Absolutely. And he's also
forwarded you a link to her e-mails,

and it should be waiting for you
in JP's inbox. Great. Thanks, Ruby.

Ah, thank you, sir. Bye!

OK, I've got them, sir.

"I understand your desire to
get to know Mr Boyd better.

"But maybe some time apart
might be more advisable.

"Some breathing space, perhaps. "

And they're all from Frances Compton.

So that's another one of our suspects

who lied about the fact
they did know Tiana.

Mm-hm.

Well, you need to understand,

Tiana wasn't the first pretty young
thing Ewan showed an interest in.

He likes to let his hair down
every now and then, as a release.

Ewan's infatuations never last long,

and the kind of girls he attracts
can be a little hard to shake off.

It's his money, you see,

makes them rather... clingy.

And so you, what? You make sure
they get the message it's over?

I'm more adept than Ewan
at sugar-coating the pill.

It's always been a skill of mine
- managing people's expectations...

... helping them... come
around to my way of thinking.

But from what I know of Tiana,

I struggle to believe
that she'd be after Ewan

because of his money. Yeah,
I sensed she was different.

She wanted more from their relationship,

and I didn't want her getting hurt.

Which is why she returned the
jewellery Mr Boyd sent her.

She must've got the
hint from the e-mails.

I assume so.

And what about you, Frances?

What are your own feelings for Mr Boyd?

Sorry?

Well, you've been working
with him for 30 years now.

You work together.

You live together.

You even holiday together,

judging by the photos
I saw up in his office.

We're very close. I'd be
lying if I said otherwise.

And what if someone threatened that?

Not because they were after his money,

but because they
genuinely cared about him.

How would you feel about
that? I'd be delighted for him!

But in the 30 years
I've spent with Ewan,

I've never once seen him
stay in a relationship

for more than a month or so.

It's, erm... Well, it's just
not what he wants from life.

Thank you for your time. Pleasure.

Is it me, or do you get the impression

it's really Frances who's pulling
all the strings round here,

not Ewan?

Hm.

I wonder who MF is?

One of Ewan Boyd's many
dalliances, I imagine.

Ah, sir, you're back. I've got
quite a few things to update you on.

That's great, Ruby, just one sec.

Catherine! How are you?

I've just been to visit Florence.

Is she OK?The doctors are happy, but...

... in herself, not good.

She just wants to be with you,
trying to find Patrice's killer.

Maybe you could drop by this evening.

Let her know how you're
getting on with the case?

OK, thanks, Catherine.

Yeah, we got engaged.

Wow!

Hey, there.

Brought some visitors for you.

If you're up to it.

It's good to see you, Sarge.

It's really good to see you.

Yeah, well, I've looked
bloody everywhere.

Listen, if by some miracle
it turns up at your place,

you let me know straight away, yeah?

If it's one of the three
suspects on Rosalie Island,

there must be some way they
were able to travel across

to Saint Marie and back.

They've no boat. No-one we
know of chartered them one.

And as for swimming it, well,
that's too far in the time they had.

That said, why was one of their
cushions at the crime scene?

You definitely didn't catch a glimpse

of whoever it was pulled the trigger?

I saw...

... movement in the shadows,
and I heard a gunshot.

Agh!

No.

That was it.

Ruby, you said you had
something from the lab?

Um, yes, they managed to connect...

the gun to a previous crime.

It was an armed robbery
about a year ago.

JP, are you aware of anyone
who might fence a dodgy weapon?

Um...

Well, the only guy I know
that deals with illegal weapons

is a man called Darrius Brookes. Oof!

You know him?

Well, not personally, but I've
heard Uncle Selwyn mention him.

Not a fan of Darrius is Uncle Selly.

They have history.

Well, that's where we go next.

But in the morning.

Oh. Yeah.

Hang in there, Sarge.

Yeah, hang in there, Sarge.

Sorry, I... should've...

We're supposed to be
getting married tomorrow.

I don't think I know
how to deal with this...

Well, the thing that helped me was...

... to think if Kathleen
had the choice...

... what would she want
me to do with my life?

And the answer always
came back the same.

She'd want me to try and be happy again.

Somehow.

Someday.

If you're feeling like
there's no point to it all...

... just look at the ring on
your finger, who it represents...

... and think, what
would he want for you?

Try and get some sleep.

A friendly sort, then, is our Darrius?

Mr Brookes.

Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.

OK, well, that didn't play
out quite as I'd hoped.

Darrius!

Come back here now.

We need to have a little chat.

So, how long have
they been in there now?

Three minutes since the
last time you asked me, Ruby.

Which is what?

30 minutes.

They have been in there half an hour.

OK?

Thank you, JP.

So how did it go, sir?

Well, the Commissioner played a blinder.

Darrius sang like the proverbial canary.

Him and I have, erm, history.

Told you.

What did he say?A week ago, he was
approached by one of the residents

from Rosalie Island and sold them a gun.

So who did Darrius sell the gun to?

I don't know who this Darrius fellow is,

and... I don't know why, but
he's making the whole thing up.

He is? Right.

So you're saying that you and
he have never met or even spoken?

Never.

This is Mr Brookes' mobile phone.

There was a call received on it...

... yesterday at 6. 29.

Now, I'm going to phone the
incoming number right now.

Let's see what happens.

Right, I'm not saying another
word. Fine. JP, Ruby, arrest him.

Yep. No, you're not doing this.

Martin Stow, I am arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

I haven't murdered
anyone, for God's sake!

You don't have to say anything...
Ewan! Ewan! Get in here now!

... but anything you do
say may be given in evidence

against you in a court
of law. What is happening?

They know about the gun, Ewan.
They know about the bloody gun.

Would someone care to tell
me what the hell is going on?

In private, please.

The... the truth of the matter is...

... I'm ill, Inspector.

A brain tumour. I was receiving
treatment back in New York,

but it wasn't really working, so...

Well, if you're forced
to face your final days,

you might as well do
it somewhere sunny, eh?

I'm sorry, Ewan.

Have they said... ?

A year, give or take.

That's why Martin is over here,

sorting my affairs.

It's a complicated process.

Boards of directors and
trustees to consider.

And making sure I honour the most
loyal of my friends and associates.

The thing is...

... the gun was mine.

I asked Martin to get it for me.

And why did you need a gun?

Well, I've lived my entire
life on my own terms.

Always have.

In every way.

When I finally go...

... I want to be in
control of where it happens,

how it happens and when it happens.

But when I specifically asked if
anyone on Rosalie Island had a gun,

you were all lying to me
when you said you didn't.

When you left the island that night,

we assumed you hadn't found
the gun because I'd hidden it.

When I went to look for it, it had gone.

When you asked us two days ago

if anyone else was on the island
on the afternoon of the shooting,

we said no. And at the
time, that's what we thought.

But, in light of everything,

we now think someone did
get onto Rosalie Island.

They found the gun,

they took it, and they
used it to commit murder.

Because I can promise you...

... it was none of us here that did it.

Maybe Ewan Boyd was right...

... and it wasn't one of
them who killed Patrice.

But then, why phone Rosalie Island?

He must have wanted to speak to
one of the people living there.

And it can't be a coincidence
that this cushion was found

only steps away from
where Patrice was killed.

Which brings us back
to the other question

that we still haven't
answered. How did they do it?

There's no boat on Rosalie Island,

no-one went to pick them up,

and it's too far to swim in 20 minutes.

So how did they get to the mainland,
commit murder and back again?

My dad used to say,

when he was stuck on a case,

"If you've stopped moving forward,

"then the best thing
to do is to go back. "

I'm going back to Belle Mer.

Just the one, please.

You don't understand.

You don't understand.

Welcome to Rosalie Island, Inspector.

You don't understand.

We're very close. I loved her.

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

Sir? Sir?

Sir?

Florence!

You've been discharged?

I didn't know where to go, so...

So you came here.

Sir.

You're leaking.

Oh, yes, so I am.

Must be a crack in it.

Here.

Thank you.

I'm afraid I haven't
managed to catch the person

who did this to you. I'm sorry.

It's OK. I know you will.

I never thought of that!

That's why it was there,

like this tissue is here.

Well, then, that would make
sense of it. Yes, absolute sense,

now that I think of it.

And if I'm right about this...

Well, then, that's why you'd
bring a cushion along to a murder!

Although the previous owners
left a little skiff behind,

but it had a hole in it, right?

Chucked it out, few years back.

Why would someone put a
lovely-looking cushion in a bag?

We searched that island high up and
low down, there was no boat there.

Which way to the house? I'll show you.

Well, isn't that the darnedest
thing?You know what happened?

Well, I need to get back to the station.

JP, I need you to arrange a dive team,

and get them over to that stretch
of water near the crime scene.

Sarge?What are they looking for, sir?

I'm OK. A boat, JP.

A lit... A little boat.

I'm on my way.

Ah, yes! Here we go.

What are those?

The e-mails Tiana wrote.

The answer has to be in them somewhere.

What was this really all about?

Magnifying glass!

My goodness!

Who's this?

Tiana Palmer's birth mother.

"I understand your desire to
get to know Mr Boyd better.

"But maybe some time apart
might be more advisable. "

If you're forced to
face your final days,

you might as well do
it somewhere sunny, eh?

At last! At last it
makes some flaming sense.

Ruby, grab the crime scene kit.

I need you to do some
fingerprint dusting. Yes, sir.

We're going to Rosalie Island?

Oh, Florence, I...

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I mean, you don't want to have to...

No.

I want to know who did this to me.

To Patrice.

Three days ago,

after Harrison Green was arrested,

at 1. 30 in the afternoon,
Patrice Campbell phoned this villa.

Now, why did he call here?

Well, I think he was
confused and frustrated.

His best friend, in his mind, had
been wrongfully arrested for murder.

And having heard that a top
lawyer was visiting Rosalie Island,

he called here to try
and enlist your help.

But it wasn't Martin
who answered the phone.

It was Frances. Sorry?
What?! That's ridiculous!

Patrice... Hello?

Then we need to talk... voiced his
belief that Harrison was innocent,

and you started to worry.

To contain the situation

and make sure Patrice
didn't speak to anyone else,

you needed to meet him in
person, as quickly as possible.

Which brings us to the part of
this case that made no sense.

How did you manage to make
it all the way to Saint Marie

and back again without
any means of transport?

Well, as it turns out,

there was a way for Frances to
return here after the shooting -

on the same boat that we
travelled to Rosalie Island on.

Not a particularly big boat,
but there was a little area

where you could remain hidden,
unnoticed, under a tarpaulin.

I have just had Officer Patterson
dust that area for prints,

and you'll never guess what she
found. Prints belonging to...

... Frances Compton,

found on the tarpaulin
and on the fuel canisters.

So we know how you got back here,

but how did you make it over to
Saint Marie in the first place?

You told us yourself the
only boat on Rosalie Island

had been chucked out a few years ago.

But that was an outright lie.

While Ewan was right about
the boat having a hole in it,

I think you still kept it in
the shed down near the beach.

What?

I found this near
where Patrice was shot.

You've some experience with
boats, I believe, Frances?

We both have. We've been on
countless sailing holidays.

Well, I just checked with our
boatman, Barney, on the way over.

And apparently, if your
vessel's gaining water,

the first thing you need
is something waterproof

to plug the hole. But also
something that will expand outwards

to keep the plug in place.
Like a cushion in a plastic bag.

Now, let's be clear.

I don't think you went to Saint Marie

with the intention of killing Patrice.

But you were worried that
he was onto you in some way.

And so, as insurance, you took the gun.

I have no idea what was said
between you that afternoon,

but one thing I do
know. When his fiancee,

an officer in the Saint
Marie police force, turned up,

that's when things started to change.

And you panicked.

If Patrice spoke to Florence

and the police started to
look into what had gone on,

well, then your involvement
in Tiana Palmer's murder

would be exposed. Patrice?

And that's why you
had to silence Patrice.

And you hit him.

Which explains the bruising on
his head. You knocked him out.

But DS Cassell was still a threat.

Look, whatever it is, I can help, OK?

If she saw you and
Patrice's unconscious body,

well, then your secret
would still come out.

Do you know something about Harrison?

And you decided you had
no choice but to act.

Unknown to you, she wasn't dead.

She was able to call us and
alert us as to where she was.

But with Patrice as good as a
witness to you committing murder...

Florence...

... you had to shoot him, too.

In his case, killing him.

JP, I'm putting you on speakerphone.

They've found it, sir.

A small skiff about ten feet out.

And there's a name
painted on it. "Rosalie".

Forced to adjust your plan, you
realised you couldn't go back

to Rosalie Island on your
skiff or you might be seen.

So you decided to get rid of it.

You pulled out the
plug you'd made earlier

and you let the boat sink out of sight.

As for the gun, well, I
assume, as we never found it,

you just lobbed it into the sea.

And then you stayed
out of sight yourself.

Waiting. Biding your time.

Until our boat arrived.

You were trapped, with
no way of getting back.

So as soon as the boat
was left unattended,

you seized your opportunity
and you went on board.

You found a place to hide, a place
so risky you knew we'd never suspect

that all along Patrice's killer
was right there next to us,

on the same boat we were
using to get to Rosalie Island.

And when we arrived
here, you snuck away.

We had no idea you were there.

I'm sure you knew a quicker way
back to the house than we did.

So, when you appeared at the house,

as if you'd been there all afternoon,

well, nobody was any the wiser.

I'll deal with it.

But why? Why... why
did any of this happen?

This is Tiana's birth mother.

She was adopted, Tiana,

and she was raised over
there, in Belle Mer.

She was left with this photo as
her only connection to her real mum,

who she's never known.

Do you recognise her, Ewan?

This was years ago, right?

23 years ago, to be precise.

Marie Forrest. Or MF, as
you carved into the wood

on your arbour down there.

I wonder who MF is?

We had fun. She stayed
here for a couple of months.

I liked her.

But it didn't come to
anything. Not for you, maybe.

But for Marie, it did.

She had a daughter. Your daughter.

Tiana.

And when Tiana came
here that first night,

she had no idea that you were her dad.

Welcome to Rosalie Island. I'm Ewan.

But there was something she saw here.

Now, that's when she first realised.

Summer of 1996, the
time she was conceived.

And if, like us, she also
saw the carving, well,

I imagine she put two and two together.

Is that what happened, Frances?

I tried to put her off
the scent, but she knew.

She just knew. She said she
could feel it when she met him -

Ewan was her father.

And she wanted a DNA test.

And I knew what the result was going be,

and it was all going to
come out sooner or later.

So you decided she needed to die?

Why, why, why did she need to die?

You said to me the other
day, Ewan, in your will,

you wanted your most loyal friends
and your colleagues to be rewarded.

Now, would I be right in thinking
that Frances does particularly well?

Yeah.

I've left her half my estate...

... and a controlling
share of the business.

If you found out you had
a daughter, well, then,

no doubt, you would want to provide
for that daughter after you'd gone.

It would be her that would inherit
the lion's share of the estate,

your business...

And that's why Tiana had to die.

I don't understand. Why
would this Harrison bloke

kill Tiana for Frances?

Because he didn't know
he was doing it for her.

Patrice had grown up with Harrison.

They were best friends. And
he swore Harrison was gentle.

He didn't have it in him to kill.

He's good. He's kind, gentle.

You can't seriously
think he killed Tiana.

So how come he became this man

who was so angry with Tiana
that he had to kill her?

I was bursting with pain.

I needed to make it stop.

Well, because, on their frequent
trips to and from Saint Marie,

Frances had started to
poison Harrison's thoughts.

Harrison was in a vulnerable
state. He... he was under pressure.

His business was
struggling. He had debts.

And his girlfriend was having
doubts about their relationship.

He was ripe, in other words, for
Frances to drip-feed into his head

how unbearable his hurt would be
at losing the love of his life.

You're very good at getting people to
do what you want, aren't you, Frances?

I mean, it's your job,
let's be honest here.

It's always been a skill of mine
- managing people's expectations,

helping them... come around
to my way of thinking.

And that's what you
did with Harrison Green.

You cleverly, subtly,

wantonly worked him up into thinking
the only way out of this situation

was to commit murder.

You... you twisted
his mind against Tiana.

Gaslighting is one word for it.

Manipulating someone into
questioning their own sanity.

And to this day, Harrison
doesn't know what you did.

But we know. You brainwashed
him into killing Tiana.

And then you murdered
Patrice to cover it up.

Because of you, a mother and a father

have lost their only daughter,

and a young woman

has lost the man she wanted to
spend the rest of her life with.

Ruby, you can make the arrest. Yes, sir.

No.

I will.

Yes, Sarge.

Frances Compton...

... I'm arresting you...

... for the murder of Patrice Campbell.

You handled yourself with real
dignity back there, Florence.

Thank you, sir.

I've been thinking about what you said.

How you dealt with
losing your wife, and...

... I realised...

... you came here.

You left everything behind
and you made a new start.

Well, yes, I...

... I guess I did.

Wasn't planned, though.

Just happened.

Well, I think that's
what I need to do, too.

For a while, at least.

Go away?

Saint Marie is a small island, and...

... I don't think there's anywhere here

that doesn't have a
memory of Patrice in it.

So maybe if I... go somewhere else,

I can just pretend I'm someone else.

Oh, now, please don't do that.

You're pretty perfect as you are.

I have some family on Martinique, so
I think I'm going to stay with them.

After that...

... who knows where?

And if I'm sad, maybe I can just
call you, and you can make me laugh.

It's a deal.

I'll miss you.

The feeling's entirely mutual.

It won't be the same without you, Sarge.

Thank you so much, DS Cassell.

Thank you.

Well, I guess, erm, this is it, then.

Well, I'll just go and
put your bags in the boot.

Yeah. I'll give you a hand, sir. Yeah.

You know, I really don't
want you to leave, Sarge.

But... you'll come back
and visit, right? Of course.

Martinique is not so far.

We could all come visit you.

I'd like that.

I'm sorry we're losing
you in these circumstances,

but I understand your decision.

Just know how grateful I am personally

for everything you've
done for this island.

Well, you're just so
uptight, Uncle Selly.

Go on, give her some goodbye love.

You OK, sir?

Yeah.

Well, your carriage awaits.

Can't believe I'm going.

You look after yourself, Sarge,

and if there's anything
you need, just call us.

I will.

Well, I never said it before,

so I'm just going to
go ahead and say it.

Thank you, Detective
Sergeant Florence Cassell.

What for?

For being my friend from the
moment I set foot on this island.

Goodbye, sir.

Jack, please. For the
love of God, call me Jack.

Take care.

Goodbye, Jack.

Bye, Sarge. See you later,
Sarge. We're going to miss you.

And if you're feeling like
there's no point to it all,

just look at the ring on your finger,

who it represents,

and think, what would he want for you?

Got a new song to add
to tonight's playlist.

Whatever you say.

All right, everybody, Dezzie Dixon here.

Oh, Lord...

They think it's MY fault
that Florence got shot?

They're sending someone
over from Internal Affairs.

I am Detective Sergeant
Madeleine Dumas, Internal Affairs.

I'm sure you and your team
are extremely professional.

Welcome to Saint Marie. I think
you're going to have to start

looking for a replacement.