04x08 - Unlike Father, Unlike Son

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Morning. Er, sorry...
finishing touches.

The place looks...

Spotless? Sparkling?

Mmm... What time does
your father arrive?

Erm... In about an hour, I think.

We're meeting up at the courthouse,

after the m*rder trial.

~ Did you pick up the...?
~ Case files are in the Jeep, sir.
~ Good,

good. We are watertight, aren't we?

An open-and-shut case.

Jack Harmer sh**t dead the
pastor's wife, Sabine Mason,

in a marina dr*gs drop gone wrong.

Right! Let's put this m*rder*r
behind bars, shall we?

Uh-uh...

Everything all right
in the back, JP?

Morning.

Dwayne.

~ Yesi.
~ Morning.

We'll be here the whole time.
Just so you know. Nice and calm.

This is Erol. He's been staying calm
since long before you were born.

I had the pleasure of Mr Harmer's
company at the pre-trial hearing.

Get him inside.

It's a long way for your dad
to come for just a few days.

Have you spoken to him?

Via e-mail. As I say, we're
not particularly close.

No, I'm beginning to get that.

Can you make sure those are deposited
into the evidence store?

Thank you.

Ah, Pastor Mason.

Good morning, Inspector.

How are you feeling?

A little apprehensive.

But justice will be done, I'm sure.

Will you tell my wife that I'm here?
She will see you in the courtroom.

A little light
refreshment, gentlemen?

Erol, I like your way
of thinking, you know!

JP!

~ Everything all right?
~ Hmm? Er, yes, fine. Yes, um...

As you said, open-and-shut case.

What could possibly go wrong?

This rum will make your toes curl!

I certainly hope so!

~ Oh...
~ Is that it?

I have some more in the kitchen.

Just wait, wait.

~ Hey, hey, hurry back now!
~ Mm-hm.

Oh, no!

What's happening?

~ That's the fire alarm!
~ What?!

~ We have to move the prisoner!
~ Oh, no!

How do you know it's not a drill?

Because I'm the one who
organises the drills.

That looks like blood...

He's bleeding!

He's been sh*t, I think.

He's dead!

Someone must've got in.

~ They can't have got far.
~ Right. Keys! JP,

check the prisoner entrance.
Erol, you stay here.

Dwayne! Where on earth
is that alarm coming from?

He's dead, Chief. Jack
Harmer's been sh*t.

Hey! Stop!

Lock down the entire courthouse.
Nobody leaves, nobody enters.

We placed him in the cell,
locked the cell door.

Who locked the cell? I did.

And he came in through
the prisoner entrance,

which was locked behind you?

Yes. And the security door at the
courthouse end was also locked

when we left the victim alone
in the cell. Erol unlocked it

when we came to investigate
after the alarm had sounded.

See, it's protocol

to move the prisoners outside
in the event of a fire.

But there was no fire?

No. We did a complete sweep of
the courthouse, and nothing.

And you didn't hear the g*n fire? No.

Look, the k*ller must
have used a sil*ncer.

Either that or the sound of the
alarm drowned out the g*nsh*t.

How many keys are there to this
cell and the other two doors?

Every door has its own key,

and there's only one copy of each.

And that prisoner entrance

can only be unlocked and
opened from the inside.

Where are these keys kept?

I keep them with me at all times.

And at night, they are locked in
the safe, you know, in the office.

And nobody else has access to these?

Just me.

JP, the car?

The only thing I can say for certain
is that it was an old green Citroen.

Was Jack Harmer served
anything to eat here?

No. Nothing.

~ And when was the cell last cleaned?
~ Last night. Why?

There are ants.

Chief, this is Honore. It's hot.

We have ants! Hmm...

I just thought it was time.

You don't have a pen, do you?

No.

So, if I understand this correctly,

there are two points of
entry to this corridor,

neither of which the k*ller
could have got through.

What time was this?

It was 9.47.

JP!

'I remember looking at my
watch. We returned 9.53.'

Which means that, within
that six-minute window,

I would wager that our k*ller...

reached through these
here bars, sh*t him...

and then made off.

But why the alarm? A
coincidence, a distraction?

Was it the k*ller?

All possible, Florence.

ALL possible.

But whichever it is,
it still doesn't explain

how the k*ller managed to gain entry
to the corridor in the first place.

And you definitely didn't see anyone?

We sat right there.

A clear sightline to the door.

And was Erol with you the whole time?

Well... not quite the whole time.

I mean, he went to go and
get some refreshments.

"Refreshments"?

Yes. He left not long before
the fire alarm went off.

Went to the kitchen next door
and came straight back here.

And, JP...

.. this car,

this old green Citroen.

Jack Harmer is m*rder*d.

Seconds later, a car speeds away from

the back of the courthouse
at breakneck speed.

Hey! Stop!

That's got to be our guy, Chief.

You would think so, Dwayne.

You would think so.

Right, to sum up - no-one could have
got through the prisoners' entrance

as it can only be unlocked
and opened from the inside,

leaving the courthouse entrance.

But then, to enter that way, someone
would've, A, needed a key

and, B, made it past
Erol's office unnoticed,

which would seem to discount both.

So how did they make it to the cell?

Right, Dwayne, run checks
on the green car.

Have any been rented, stolen
or sold in recent weeks?

JP, dust the cell and
corridor for prints.

Also see if you can find which fire
alarm point was set off. Yes, sir.

Florence, release all those who
were in the courtroom with us

at the time of death. Assemble
everyone else for questioning,

just in case the k*ller
wasn't in that car.

Also, there was a reporter outside
earlier, let's recover that camera.

Yes, sir.

And we do need to break the
news to Mr Harmer's wife.

Ohhhh....

I don't understand. How
can he have been sh*t?!

Yes, well, we're currently investigating

the possibility that the gunman
may have breached security,

and made it to your
husband's holding cell.

You let him die!

No, no... He should've
been protected.

You should've been protecting
him. I want to see him!

Yes, of course.

Um, as soon as we've finished here.

Are you ready for us, Chief?

Yes, please, come in.

Gentlemen...

Er, thank you. Please, do sit down.

As you're all aware, Jack Harmer was
m*rder*d this morning in his cell.

We believe that he was k*lled at
some point between 9.47 and 9.53am.

There's a six-minute window when
courthouse security was breached.

Mrs Harmer, do you remember
where you were at this time?

I was outside, I think.

Did you talk to anyone? See anyone?

Thank you.

Pastor Mason, when I spoke
to you this morning,

you were out in the main entrance
area. Did you move at all?

No. I was there the whole time.

And during those six minutes, er...
did you see anyone, talk to anyone?

I don't think so. There weren't
too many people around.

So you were alone? I must've been.

Mr Dumas, as we've ascertained,
you were with my officers

for some of the time, not all of it.

You left them in your office
to go to the kitchen?

I was only there a matter of moments.

And while I was heading back,
I heard the alarm go off, yes.

There's no way he could've
got to Jack's cell and back.

OK. Thank you. That's all for now.

Er, if you'd like to make your
way back out to the main foyer,

my colleague will be
taking exclusion prints.

You will also be searched, as a
matter of course, on your way out

by Officer Myers here.

Thank you. Gentlemen, madame.

Oh, and Dwayne...

Chief?

.. if, as I suspect, the body search
produces nothing, it might be worth

you and JP taking a look round
the rest of the courthouse.

You think the g*n's still here?

If the k*ller escaped
in the green car,

then no, the m*rder
w*apon is long gone.

But if our m*rder*r
is one of those three,

then that g*n cannot be too far away.

Chief.

Huh!

What a mess.

Right, let's get back to the station

~ and print the photos...
~ Humphrey! Oh, Lord!

~ What the bloody hell's going on?!
~ Ah! You made it.

I've been trying to call you

but it appears impossible
to get a signal.

What's happened?

Ah, yes. Er, a prisoner was sh*t dead

this morning in his cell. I'm afraid
I may have to postpone our lunch.

sh*t? In your custody?
Well, if you're

the island's finest, we're
all in trouble, aren't we?

Yes, very good.

Look, here's the key, um...
Here's the key to the shack.

~ Let yourself in, explore.
~ Shack?

I thought you lived
in a seaside villa?

Yes, that's what Mum
chooses to call it.

It's a bit more bijou
than that, I'm afraid.

Anyway, um... here's the
address, it's not far.

I really ought to be going.

Oof! Sorry. I'm so, so sorry...

I'm fine, I'm fine.
It's fine, I'm fine.

~ Thank you, sir. Oh, I'm sorry.
~ Erm, yes. Florence, er,

this is Martin. Martin Goodman.

QC.

My dad.

Hello. Welcome to Saint Marie.

If you need any tips
or good places to...

~ No, I think I'll head to the villa.
~ Good.

Right, OK, see you later.

No, macaque, I said
a green Citroen! Yes.

OK, let me know quick. Thanks.

Well?

So, that's the cell, the corridor
and the security doors all dusted.

And I've collected all
the exclusion prints.

Wow, that was fast work. You
trying to make me look bad?

Anyway, the chief wants us to search
the courthouse for the g*n.

OK.

Um, it's only he asked me to locate
the fire alarm that was set off.

So I'll do the fire alarms
and you search the courthouse.

I think that's for the best.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you.

The prison are sending over
Jack's personal effects.

They'll be with us in the morning.

And that was pathology.

They recovered the b*llet
from Jack's body.

A 0.22 calibre p*stol was used.

So, how on earth did
our m*rder*r gain access

to Jack Harmer's cell to sh**t him?

Well, until we solve
that little conundrum,

let's focus on what we do know.

Background checks?

Jack Harmer, he moved to
Saint Marie two years ago.

~ In 2003, he and his brother...
~ Paul?

.. were arrested for a bank
robbery back in London.

Paul testified against Jack
in return for his own freedom.

He ratted him out.

Jack spent ten years behind
bars, and then came to Honore,

where he quickly established
a drug-trafficking operation.

During a dr*gs drop-off at
the marina, he was interrupted

~ by Sabine Mason.
~ Pastor Mason's wife.

She panics and begins to scream.
He sh**t her in cold blood.

An anonymous tip-off led us to
his villa and the m*rder w*apon.

Though we were never able to
establish who sent that note

with the sunken letter E.

So, what of the other suspects?

Mae Harmer. She was originally
engaged to Paul,

but after he testified against
his own brother, Jack,

Mae began to visit Jack in prison.

A relationship formed
and she left Paul,

eventually fleeing
to Honore with Jack.

Well, there's a motive right there.

Did Paul want to avenge the
man who ran off with his girl?

~ Where is Paul now?
~ England.

He was jailed a few months back,
and was released four weeks ago.

Contact border control, check
he hasn't left the country.

Yes, sir.

~ Excellent. Next?
~ Pastor Mason.

Husband of the recently
deceased Sabine Mason.

Well known and respected
within the community.

And what about Erol Dumas?

Courthouse security.

Dwayne said he used to
be a bit of a ladies' man,

but seemed to calm
down a few years ago.

So, what of the fact
that Erol left the boys

to go in search of,
er... "refreshments"?

Not enough time to head
back down to the cell,

unlock the first security door,

sh**t the victim, return
and dispose of a g*n.

Quite. So the question remains. Who
k*lled Jack Harmer, how and why?

A question... I was just
about to ask you, Inspector.

A prisoner dead. In our custody.

You have any leads?

Because I've had the
Saint Marie Times

on my case all morning
wanting to know

exactly how a prisoner dies
behind bars, in our care.

Would you like a coffee?

I would like... a conviction.

Please.

Don't let me hold you up.

Oh, thank you.

So... any luck with the g*n?

I've looked everywhere. The
courtroom. The evidence store.

The kitchen. The toilet.

I even checked the judge's chamber.

These are all the photos
from the journalist.

There's Mae Harmer, Pastor Mason.

The entire morning of
the m*rder documented.

Well, it's all here, Florence. Right
in front of us for the taking.

~ Hello?
~ 'Guess what, Chief?'

~ Dwayne.
~ 'We've recovered the g*n.'

You have? Where?

We found it in an
air-conditioning unit

near the bench just
outside the courtroom.

'Looks to me like a 0.22 calibre.'

Well done, Dwayne.

~ 'Thank you, Chief!'
~ Have it biked to forensics

and see if it matches the
b*llet that k*lled Jack.

I'm on my way. JP?

An ale.

What is it?

I'm not sure tying my shoelaces
constitutes a crime, Inspector.

Gosh, one would hope
not. We'd never stop.

No, I'm more interested
in what's next to you.

I'm not sure I understand.

My officers recovered something
from the courthouse.

It was inside the
air-conditioning unit.

It was a g*n. There's
no-one else near you.

Was it your g*n?

We can wait for the prints,
should you prefer.

You know, I've given
my life to this church.

I hear people's troubles
each and every day.

I never thought I would
be on the OTHER side.

That man took her from me.

35 years of marriage, gone.

And though I preach
forgiveness, Inspector,

I could not find it in
MY heart to forgive HIM!

How did you do it?

Did you have a copy of the key?

How did you get down there
without being seen?

You misunderstand.
I didn't do anything.

But the g*n? It was never used.

~ I felt like a coward...
~ Hello?

.. but I made the choice
to hide the g*n. OK.

I didn't fire it.

I did not sh**t Jack Harmer.

I came to my senses. I knew
it wouldn't bring her back.

I still expect to see her. My Sabine.

Sometimes I think I do.

In her chair...

.. needlepoint in hand,
stitching away...

Contented.

Sir, can I have a word?

Excuse me, Pastor.

That was the lab. They've done

a preliminary residue test
on the pastor's g*n.

They're absolutely certain
it wasn't fired today.

So it wasn't the m*rder w*apon?

No. It wasn't.

OK. I understand. No, no, never mind.

If you do hear anything,
let me know. OK.

Anything I can do to help?

No, I'm all good, thanks. Ah, Chief!

How did it go? A broken
man seeking revenge.

But he failed to act.

However, the pastor does
have motive, bags of it.

But not the means nor
opportunity, it would seem.

Oh, yes, Chief. Your father called.

~ Oh...
~ Something about no hot water?

OK. Thank you. Any
news on the green car?

Nothing fitting that description

has been bought or sold
in the past three months.

And from what I can make out, nothing
like that has been stolen either.

So...

.. a man is sh*t dead,
inside his locked cell,

located within two additional
locked security doors.

There's no way the k*ller could have
come in via the prisoner entrance,

which can only be unlocked
and opened from the inside.

And to come from the
courthouse entrance,

the k*ller must have
passed Dwayne and JP,

unseen, unheard.

Which they didn't.

~ Add to that...
~ A fire alarm.

The speeding car.

The missing m*rder w*apon
and a trail of... ants.

Really?!

Really.

And we are no further ahead
with this investigation

than we were at the start.

Actually, sir, I found something.

I recovered this blue thread from
the smashed fire alarm point.

It was caught on the shattered glass,

so it belonged to whoever
set the fire alarm off.

Now, the only person wearing anything
close to that colour is...

Erol. His uniform.

Well done, JP. Good work.

See, this was found in the shattered
glass of the fire alarm.

It belongs to you.

'It matches your uniform exactly.

'You set off that alarm.

'As you walked back from the kitchen,

'you smashed the glass plate.'

That's the fire alarm!

What?! We have to move the prisoner.

Why?

Look, last week,

on my way back from work, this
guy, you know, he approached me...

Who? I don't know.

'He had a local accent.
I'd never seen him before,

'and he offered me money

'to set off the alarm.

'I thought he was joking.'

I didn't know setting off the alarm
would be a distraction for m*rder.

What did this man look like?

~ Um...
~ He was my height. Dark hair, dark clothes.

It was night, everything
happened so fast!

And how do we know you're
telling us the truth?

You've lied to us once already.

What did you do with
this money, Erol?

So, has anyone else approached you?

No. Nothing.

I know taking the money was wrong,
and for that, I am sorry.

So you should be. It's
a serious crime,

which we'll deal with once
we've solved this m*rder.

We'll get forensics on to this

and start the search
for your mystery man.

Average height and
build, dark clothes?

That's not much to go on, Chief.

How are you getting on, JP?

The envelope's clean. Whoever
gave him the cash wore gloves.

Or maybe it's another lie.

Is it me or are we going
round in circles?

Sir, it's getting late.

Sorry?

Shouldn't you be going
home? Your father?

Yes, quite. Um... yes. Wow, um...
You don't fancy joining us, do you?

As tempting as that is,

I was thinking of heading to a
service at the pastor's church.

I have a few friends who attend so
I thought I'd do some digging around.

Excellent. Bravo.

Sir... He's made the effort
to come all this way.

So, great news about Oliver
being made partner. Fantastic.

And little William turning
two, of course.

I saw the photos.

So, it's an interesting case

we've been working on... We
saw Sally a few weeks back.

She was at a works do. Your
mother and I were there.

She was with Derek, her fiance.

You remember Derek Grundy? That
awful man, terrible lawyer?

Sally spent the whole evening
asking after you.

I see.

Is she... Is she well?

Humphrey, she's going to marry
this man she barely spoke to

the entire evening because she spent
it asking your mother about you.

Your mother's done some digging.
They're going to be married in...

Humphrey, are you listening?!

Yes, yes, I am.

You need to get home and tell her

you made a terrible mistake
and you want her back.

I'm afraid I can't do
that. Of course you can!

You're fast approaching
middle age, you're single.

Divorced. And you're
desperately unhappy.

I'm not unhappy.

How long is it before you grow
up? Sally still loves you.

You need to get home, pick
up where you left off.

Put an end to this protracted and,
frankly, quite ridiculous gap year.

But I am happy here.

No, you're not. You think you are.

You've been here so
long, you've forgotten

~ .. what the real world looks like.
~ Look...

More beer?

I should think so.

Fresh towels in the bathroom,
water in the fridge.

Does it get any cooler than this?

~ Yes...
~ Not really. No.

Right... Night.

And you'll think about what
I said regarding Sally?

Of course.

What have you done?

Knock, knock.

Dad, are you up?

I'm sure he won't be too much longer.

Morning, all! Sorry I'm late.

A word, Inspector.

Outside.

I'm very disappointed.

It was my assumption that
you thrived on pressure.

I do, sir, very much so.

I mean, it's a complicated
case, no doubt, but...

I'm not talking about
the case, Inspector.

I'm talking about you.

Right, I see.

We're in the midst
of a m*rder enquiry,

our reputation's at stake and
you want to up and leave?

I don't want to leave.
What makes you think that?

According to your father,

~ .. you're considering your pos...
~ Sorry, what?

My father's spoken to you?

He came by my office first
thing to ascertain how quickly

you could be released
from your contract.

~ He explained the situation.
~ Situation?

~ What situation?
~ That you and your ex-wife

are going to give things another go.

We're what?!

Is that not the case?

No, sir. It's most
certainly not the case.

I'm staying here.

On this island. Solving this case.

And that is a promise.

~ Everything all right, Chief?
~ Absolutely.

Sir, I had an e-mail back from
border control in London.

Their records show that Paul
Harmer hasn't left the UK.

We are still waiting to hear
from parole for an address.

Thank you.

And also, I made it to
the church last night.

A couple of my friends said that
Sabine Mason had been seen at church

less and less over the
last couple of years.

And some of them had
even heard shouting

before services between
her and the pastor.

Hmm. Doesn't quite fit with

the image of domestic bliss
he painted, does it?

Chief, I'm working through Jack
Harmer's financial statements.

It turns out he signed
a life insurance document

two months before we arrested him.

Really? And do you know what, sir?

It gets better. Jack's
personal effects

arrived from the prison this morning.

And I've found a handwritten
letter from Mae to Jack

whilst he was inside. And it reads,

"I'm not getting rid of it. I'm
doing this with or without you."

She's having a baby.

So she's pregnant.

And if the husband dies in jail,

she gets the chance of a big
payout from the life insurance.

Now, that's a motive.

Yes. I think we should pay
her a little visit, don't you?

Jack has always been
in trouble with the law

for as long as I can remember.

Whether it was here or back home.

I needed security.

Because of your baby?

How do you know that?

My family is none of your business.

So you both take out
the life insurance.

Innocent enough. Lots of people do.

Jack is then arrested for
m*rder and refused bail.

During which time you find
out you're pregnant.

So you write to him, he replies.

"Now is not the time for bringing
a baby into the world."

You disagree. You're going to have
this child with or without him.

If you haven't got a warrant...

The truth is, Jack is worth more
to you dead than he is alive.

Financial security assured.

Answer me this, Inspector.
If I did do it,

how did I get down to his cell?

How did I get past
security, past you lot,

sh**t him, then leave,
all without being seen?

Just because I don't
know how she did it

doesn't mean she didn't do it.

Was it just me, or did Mae have
an awful lot of groceries?

That fridge was already overflowing.

That's a lot of food
for one single woman.

Well, she is eating for two.

Or three? Exactly.

So who's she harbouring?

Could it be the man in
the green car, maybe?

Very possible.

Dwayne, JP, maybe a little
light surveillance

might be in order. A stakeout?

JP, we're undercover. Follow my lead.

Call me if anything of interest
happens. Yes, Chief!

Long day?

Oh, it's not over yet.

Dinner with my father. Round two.

How's the hotel?

Air-conditioned.

So. Um, yes. The thing is...

Erm, er... there was something
I wanted to say.

Um... I, er... Well, the, er...

~ Um... well, the pertinent point...
~ Are you like this at work?

It's enough to drive you mad,

all this umm-ing and
ahh-ing all the time.

Yes. Uh, indeed.

So. Um... well, the Commissioner
came to see me today.

He said you enquired
about my contract,

and whether or not I could return...

Return home, yes. What of it?

Well, don't you think it's
a little, um... undermining?

I simply met with the Commissioner to
ascertain the terms of your contract.

Yes, my contract. Not yours.

It was a conversation, Humphrey,
not a coup d'etat.

And it was done for your benefit.

~ I mean, if you really can't see that...
~ What, exactly?

That you're living alone, in
a shack, with a bloody lizard!

You know what? I knew this was
a bad idea. I should just go.

Sit down!

What's the point? Because
whatever I say,

you're always going
to say the opposite,

say I'm wrong. Nonsense.

I just think you're better
than this, that's all.

Better than what, exactly?

This place. This job.

These people!

Now you're just being plain silly.

Now, a stakeout usually involves

an awful lot of sitting
around and waiting.

We should work out shifts,
so we both get some shuteye.

I really don't mind
doing it on my own.

No, no, no. You don't want to be
doing a whole stakeout on your own.

You could die of exhaustion!

I'm not going to die of exhaustion.

Really. I don't mind.

Actually, I'd rather do it on my own.

OK. So, tell me. What's going on?

Sorry?

I'm not an idiot, JP.

I know when someone has an
issue with me, you know.

I just don't think our working
methods are, you know, compatible.

Compatible?!

Yes. It's like at
the court yesterday.

You wanted to go for
a drink with Erol

whilst I didn't think
we had the time.

And then the next thing,
a prisoner has been sh*t.

Ah! So you're saying it's my fault?

No, no, no. I know it's not your
fault. I'm not saying that at all.

It's just...

someone d*ed in our custody.
On my first m*rder trial.

And what were we doing at
the time? Waiting for rum.

I... I just don't want to
be that kind of officer.

Obviously you don't think I take
things as seriously as I should.

But the way I do things,
my way, I get results.

I just thought that maybe together,

we could make a good fit, you know?

Well, maybe I was wrong.

I'll leave you to your stakeout.

I'll see you tomorrow. Mm.

'.. though we were never able to
establish who sent that note.'

How did the k*ller
make it to the cell?

There are ants.

This old green Citroen...

~ And you definitely didn't see anyone?
~ No, Chief.

Humphrey!

I'm busy.

Was it really necessary of you

to throw your toys out
of the pram like that?

I'm only trying to help.

Help?

Do you honestly believe that
I'm going to drop everything,

jump on the next plane home

and attempt to sabotage the pending
nuptials of my ex-wife?

What planet do you live on?!

All we ask is that you
take your life seriously.

But instead you insist on this
folly, of playing cops and robbers

on some Godforsaken island
in the middle of nowhere.

It isn't the middle
of nowhere! I'm...

I am a DI. I'm a good detective.

So, really?

Why did a man die in your custody?

And where's the k*ller?

I wanted so much more for you than
this, Humphrey. I really did.

I'm sorry that you think
me such a failure, Dad.

But I'm happier than I have ever
been, living on this island,

doing what I do.

And if you can't see that,
if you can't accept that...

.. then...

Have a safe flight back.

Yeah...! What time is it?

Almost eight, sir. Excellent.

~ Eight in the morning?
~ Yes, sir.

~ Oh.
~ Have you been here all night?

No. Yes.

~ Coffee?
~ Yes.

Did you sort things
out with your father?

Er, not exactly, no.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Have you seen the front page?

Oh, dear.

We have Dwayne and JP on a
stakeout as we speak, and...

and, erm, here is a copy
of the forensic report,

and also, I found some ants...

And this is as far as we've
got in the last 48 hours?

Nothing more?

Well, sir, in some respects,
progress has been slow,

um... but in other respects,

there has been much that we
have been able to rule out.

Saved by the bell.

JP, how's it going? Chief?

It looks like I've found
that mysterious green car.

Mae Harmer led me straight to it.

Excellent. Where are you now?

Erm, I'm just off the south road.
You know that abandoned house

at the back of the old golf course?

Yes, Mae Harmer's inside,
and she's with someone.

Don't move. We're on our way.

Well, sir, seems it's
suddenly all go!

I'm thinking we might
finally have a lead.

Don't wait around for me.

Of course not. Come on, Florence!

So there's JP - where's Dwayne?

JP, hang back here. Florence,
around the back.

Mrs Harmer? Hello? It's the police.

Open up! It's the police.

Chief!

Chief!

~ Police! Stop!
~ Oi!
~ Police!

Get off me! Get off of me!

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Dwayne.

~ Sir...?
~ Paul Harmer.

Hello, Paul.

I thought you'd gone!

I wasn't going to leave you
on your own, now, was I?

You were there the whole
night? Watching me?

I might've dozed off
a couple of times.

But, yes, I was there.

We're partners, JP. I wasn't
going to abandon you.

Is he talking?

No.

Nothing. But we did
find a fake passport.

That explains why border
control didn't pick him up.

Which begs the question, what
are you doing here, Paul?

I want to see Mae. This
was a revenge k*lling.

Payback for the fact that your
brother stole your fiancee.

All the other suspects
were in the courthouse

at the time of the k*lling,
Paul, it all points to you.

~ You k*lled your brother.
~ No!

~ Then why are you here?
~ To get him out!

How?

If you want to see Mae,
you need to start talking.

She called me a few weeks back
to say she was pregnant.

Jack had told her about
some plan to escape.

Jack needed a getaway driver,
someone he could trust.

I told Paul a time and a place
to be, and that's where he was.

I didn't know the details,

just that I was to be there waiting.

The plan was to meet Jack at the
marina and then we'd leave together.

Paul had no idea about any of this.

I did it for Mae, not him.

'But the time came and went. And when
the alarm kept going, a cop came out

'and I drove off.'

Hey! Stop!

Did you see anyone enter or
leave the prisoner entrance

when you were in the car?

No-one.

If Paul is telling the truth and
he didn't see anyone enter or leave

via the prisoner entrance,
then the k*ller must,

absolutely must, have come down
the stairs from the courthouse.

~ No, no, no. No way.
~ So we're back to square one.

Nothing about this case makes sense.

How could someone have k*lled
him inside that cell,

behind three locked doors?
It's not possible.

We've got a m*rder
but no m*rder w*apon.

~ Yes, and motives but no evidence.
~ And no leads.

If Paul didn't k*ll
Jack Harmer, who did?

And who paid Erol to
set off the fire alarm?

All we have is questions.

Got it!

Dwayne!

Sorry, Chief. Ah...!

Look, don't worry - he's still alive.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course!

Yes!

Jack had told her about
some plan to escape.

Yes.

You know who the m*rder*r is?

I've got a fairly
good idea, Florence.

I'm going to need your
help, Dwayne. Let's go.

I want someone to bring me
a bottle of tomato ketchup.

The squirty kind!

Got it! Got it.

Let's go and find out what it's for.

Excuse me, um...

~ Florence. My name is Florence.
~ Is Humphrey around?

I realised I still have his key.

You've just missed him. He's
on his way to the courthouse.

Oh, well, would you give him
this? I'm due at the airport.

He should only be half an hour
or so. You can catch him there.

Half an hour...

~ Well...
~ Fine.

Oh. Thank you.

Excuse me. Mr Goodman?

I know we don't really
know each other.

But for what it's worth, your
son is the most generous, kind,

unintentionally funny man I know.

And he also happens to
be a BRILLIANT detective.

I just wanted to say that.

I'm not questioning your
diligence in the slightest.

But now that I'm finally getting
some clarity on this case,

we may have been looking at
things through the wrong lens.

Ah! The evidence log.

Bear with me, Dwayne.

All will become clear very shortly.

This case was, for a short
while, seemingly unsolvable.

How could Jack Harmer possibly have
been m*rder*d inside a locked cell,

located within two additional
locked security doors,

and all within the space
of six short minutes?

The prisoners' entrance can only be
unlocked and opened from the inside

and my officers didn't see anyone

approach from the
courthouse entrance.

It all made little sense.

We know Jack d*ed from a single
g*nsh*t wound to the chest.

A 0.22 calibre p*stol.

So where was the g*n?
And what did all this

have to do with a rogue fire alarm

and a mysterious green car?

A case of many questions
but few answers.

Until now.

Isn't that right, Mae?

You conspired with
your ex-fiance, Paul,

to break your husband out of jail.

You did so because you were desperate

to have your baby grow up
with a father in their life.

Which brings us to you, Paul Harmer.

You flew all the way here, on
licence and a fake passport,

to act as the getaway
driver for your brother,

the very same brother who
ran off with your fiance.

Pastor Mason. A revenge att*ck
on the man who k*lled your wife?

That was certainly your plan.

But you bottled it and someone
b*at you to it. But who?

And how?

And why?

For starters, perhaps I should
clear up a misconception,

an inaccuracy. Jack Harmer
wasn't m*rder*d at all.

Jack's alive?!

Jack is very, very dead.

Now.

But...

Oh... gosh, um...

Um...

when my officers initially
discovered the body,

your husband was very much
alive. As alive as you or I.

But he was dead.

Me and Dwayne saw him.

We saw the blood.

Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit A.

It was all a ruse. A ploy.

An attempt to fake his own death
in order to escape justice.

The plan was deceptively simple.

Play dead,

and then, at the first
opportune moment,

make off in the getaway car.

Paul would then drive
Jack to the marina...

.. husband and wife would
sail off into the sunset.

But what you didn't know was...

who on earth was helping
Jack on the inside?

Me?

You.

Erol Dumas and Jack Harmer.
An unlikely pairing.

Although, perhaps not that unlikely,
given the circumstances,

because you'd already met.

On the day of Jack Harmer's
pre-trial hearing.

'D'you know what I think
happened? Jack reached out.'

'He needed help to break
out and offered money.

'And that's where
your cash came from.

'You weren't being paid
to set off the fire alarm,

'you were being paid to
get him out of jail free.'

And from thereon in, you
planned the great escape.

'And on the morning of the m*rder,

'I wager that you escorted Jack

'into the cell, secretly slipping
him a small bag of fake blood.

'And then all he had
to do was play the part.

'Jack Harmer waited
inside that cell.'

'And when the alarm sounded...

'.. he burst the bag.

'Simple.

'Effective.

'Deceptive.'

He's dead!

'But he wasn't dead, was he?

'He was laying in wait
for his chance to escape.'

This is just nonsense.

And the plan was for Jack
to rise from the dead.

He'd then appear to overpower you

and flee to the waiting
car, to the marina,

to freedom.

But you didn't quite follow
the plan, did you, Erol?

Why?

Because you, more than
anyone, wanted him dead.

And you guaranteed that you
were going to have time alone

with Jack Harmer to k*ll him...

Someone must have got in.

'.. by ensuring you
dispatched my officers.'

They can't have got far.

Right. Keys. JP, check the prisoner
entrance. Erol, you stay here.

'As soon as they were both out of
sight and Jack miraculously rose,

'you sh*t him.

'A few short seconds
was all you needed.

'sil*ncer attached, job done.'

Lock down the entire courthouse.
Nobody leaves. Nobody enters.

'And by this point he really was
dead. I checked that myself.'

Why would I go to all
that trouble, huh?

Why would I k*ll Jack Harmer?

All in good time, Erol,
all in good time.

But first, the m*rder
w*apon. Where was it?

Now, we know that you had to have

got rid of the g*n after the sh**ting

but before you were
searched by Dwayne.

So you couldn't have gone far.

'And although Officer Myers scoured
the bins and each of the boxes,

'he had no reason to search
individual evidence bags.

'Why would he?

'They were sealed and accounted for.

'But that is precisely'

where you hid the g*n in plain sight.

As a piece of evidence
in another trial.

Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit B.

Case number 1043.

Which is odd because, according
to the evidence log,

case 1043 didn't involve
any firearm whatsoever.

A 0.22 calibre p*stol.

A sil*ncer.

And the remains of the bag of blood.

Now, I was, um... fairly big on
the am-dram scene back at school.

So if I'm not mistaken...

Ah, yes. Glucose syrup.

'A sweet, sugary substance.

'That is why the ants came to play.'

So, we have a how. We have a who.

But why, why...

why?

The question I struggled with.

What connects Erol Dumas
to the original m*rder?

What connects Erol Dumas
to Sabine Mason? Hmm?

Well, first of all, there
had been, um... rumours

that Sabine Mason had
drifted from the church.

Sabine Mason had been seen at church

less and less over the
last couple of years.

That perhaps she wasn't as happy
at home as she once had been.

And then I thought,

what if she turned to someone
in her hour of need?

Perhaps there was a man.

That's it.

There was another man.

And then I remembered something
Florence told me about you, Erol.

Dwayne said he used to
be a bit of a ladies' man,

but seemed to calm
down a few years ago.

A one-time ladies' man.
Now, not so much. Why?

Because you'd met Sabine Mason.

It was the needlepoint
that gave you away, Erol.

Needlepoint in hand, stitching away.

I know taking the money
was wrong and for that...

Needlepoint gave you away.

"The heart sees what is
invisible to the eye".

But I can see, Erol.

What self-respecting 52-year-old
man has a needlepoint canvas

in their home?

'A 52-year-old man who's
been given it as a gift?

'Because that is where you
used to meet. The marina.

'Moonlit walks.

'Perhaps even a picnic. You'd been
seeing each other for years.'

This is RUBBISH! And how
do I know this, Erol?

'Cos you were there. That night
Sabine Mason was sh*t dead,

'you had gone to meet her.'

Just another assignation?

If only it was.

Ah, Dwayne, right on cue.

And where did you find this?

Erol's office.

Ah!

Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit C.

If I'm not mistaken, this typewriter
will prove your guilt.

You'll notice that the letter E

sits lower than the
rest of the letters.

The same as the anonymous
letter implicating

Jack Harmer in the m*rder
of Sabine Mason.

YOU were the one who
sent the anonymous note.

You witnessed Sabine Mason, the
woman you were in love with,

m*rder*d in cold blood
by Jack Harmer.

But you couldn't come forward.

You couldn't risk exposing your affair,
not with the pastor's wife!

So you sent an anonymous note

implicating Jack Harmer
in her m*rder.

Fate delivered you the man who
k*lled the love of your life.

Very nearly the perfect m*rder, Erol.

Very nearly the perfect m*rder.

Take him away.

Sir, that was...

Very impressive, Inspector.

I never doubted you for a second.

Yes.

Yes, this is the man
that saved my life!

But that's what we do,
man, cos we are partners.

Yes, we know, you keep saying.

Mm, mm! Yes, sir! Ow!

No more beer for you, JP.

What? What's wrong, man?

Come on, you've had too much.
Let's find you a chair.

Are you all right?

What? Yes. Of course.

Absolutely marvellous.
Quite a result, really.

I meant about your father.

Oh, yes. That's fine.
Entirely expected.

We bid our adieus last night.

~ Now, is it my round or is it my round?
~ It's your round, Chief!

Right, then... Sir?

Oh, er... right.

If you'll excuse me, I-I'd better...

Dad, what are you doing here?
Why aren't you on the plane?

I thought I ought to
say goodbye properly.

I see.

Well, there wasn't really
any need, but, er...

Look, it was good to see you.

Humphrey, I... I wanted to
say... I... erm... er...

What?

To say that... that...

What I wanted to say was, I...
Now you know where I get it from.

What I wanted to say was that

that was really something
earlier today,

at the courthouse.

Really something.

Frankly, I... I'm proud of you, son.

Gosh! Well, that's...

Thank you, Dad.

And, er, I was thinking,

your mother would rather
like it out here.

A chance to swim in warmer waters.

So maybe we could both come out
together next time and see you?

Yes, I'd like that.

Good to see you, son.

Good to see you, too.

Bye, Dad.

~ Are you OK?
~ Never better, Florence. Never better.

I think JP is drunk.
He's insisting we dance.

Oh, dear. Then I'm afraid there's
only one thing for it.

Go and join him?

Got it in one, Detective
Sergeant. Got it in one.

Come on.

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