05x05 - Lost Identity

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Hello, sir. Welcome to Saint Marie.

- You're nervous.
- Me?
- Yeah!
- Gosh, no way!

I can't wait to see her.

- Aunt Mary was always my most
favourite aunt.
- How come?

Well, when I was growing up,
and my parents had

to take my brothers off to play
rugby or cricket or some ball game

or whatever, they'd always dump me
with Aunt Mary.

And what would you do?

Oh, gosh. What wouldn't we do,
Florence?

But if it was raining we'd stay
inside and do puzzles

from the Puzzler Magazine

or play Battleships or jigsaws,
even.

Aunt Mary would always let me do the
edges.

And that was... good?

Ah, here they come!

Aunt Mary!

Over here!

Humphrey!

- Oh, how handsome you are.
- Oh.

Oh, let me take a good look at you.

You don't look too bad yourself,
Aunt Mary.

Oh, you always say the right thing.

Oh, oh, yes, of course, gosh.

Er, Detective Sergeant
Florence Cassell.

Florence, this is Aunt Mary.

- Lovely to meet you.
- How do you do?

Welcome to Saint Marie.

So, Auntie, how was England
when you left?

Oh, freezing cold and dark as hell.

Feel as if I haven't seen
the sun for months.

I can tell you, this is far
more like it!

Here we are.

Now, I've been planning what
we can do tomorrow,

starting with a boat trip
to the coral reef.

- Now, hang on, it's here somewhere.
- Oh!

Oh. Hang on.

Oh, is this? Yes, here we...
Oh, dear, that's not very good.

Humphrey.

I can, er... I just...

Ah, it looks like this,

but just less tomato-soupy.

Or we can go to the rum museum,

which is also less tomato-y in real
life than it is in this photo.

Oh, look, as long as you've got
time, I want to do it all.

Good.

Yeah, can I order room service?

Just a burger and chips
and two bottles of beer.

No, thank you. That's great.

Oh.

I'm on my way, madam.

If there is anything there,
then we will find it.

Now, are you sure it was that
room up there?

Yes. I'm sure.

I know you probably think I'm
just a stupid old woman,

but I'm sure I heard something.

Oh, God.

What?

You're right.

There is somebody there.

Dwayne, JP, what's going on?

I think he must've fallen from that
top balcony, Chief.

Body's bruised, trauma to the back
of the head.

All consistent with a fall.

What about my aunt?
Anyone know if she's OK?

She's fine, sir.
I've just been talking to her.

- You have?
- Yeah, but you should know,

she witnessed the victim's death

and she's saying it wasn't
an accident.

This is m*rder?

Oh, great.

Right, Dwayne, JP, process the scene

and then get the paramedics
to remove the body.

I've got an aunt to interview.

Gosh, well, that's a first.

Oh, thank you, Freddie.

Aunt Mary.

Are you OK?

I'm... I'm just a bit rattled.

Freddie here's helping.

This is my nephew.
He's a detective inspector.

Freddie Hamilton, hotel porter.

DI Goodman.
Thank you for looking after my aunt.

Now, could I ask you, Mr Hamilton...

Oh, please. Everybody calls me
Freddie.

Yes, Freddie. Er, was the deceased
staying at the hotel?

Yes, I've got his check-in
details here.

John Green, staying in room 33.

It says he only arrived
at the hotel today.

Got a room booked in the name
of John Green.

You'll need to know what I saw,
won't you?

Yeah, yes, of course,
if you're up to it.

Oh, yes, of course.

You see, I was asleep.

I woke when I heard an altercation
in the next room.

So then I went downstairs into my
sitting room

and that's when I thought I heard
what sounded like a scream

as the poor man was pushed off his
balcony.

- Did you see who pushed him?
- No, I didn't, but...

straightaway afterwards
I went to his room.

You know, next to mine?

I knocked on the door,
but no answer.

So I phoned down to reception and

Freddie and I found the body
together.

Yes, er, what time was this?

Ten past two.

It had just gone two
when you called me.

Oh? Really?

Sorry. Then it was two.

Thank you, Auntie.

Er, if you wouldn't mind bearing
with us.

Er, Freddie, we just have a couple
more questions, if you would.

OK. So, when did you know
something was wrong?

It had been a quiet shift,
then the phone rang

and that's when Miss Goodman said
that she'd seen somebody fall.

Then we found the body together.

Did you see anyone leave or enter
the hotel just before or

- after Mr Green d*ed?
- No.

Do you have any CCTV cameras
at the hotel at all?

We've got one CCTV
camera in reception.

I can get the disc for you.

We'll want all the recordings
since lunchtime today,

when Mr Green checked in,
if that's OK?
- Of course.

Did you interact with the deceased
at all today?

I brought him a room-service dinner,
about eight o'clock tonight.

He was in good spirits

and he was on his balcony,
having a drink, reading a book.

He'd already got a tip ready
for me, so...

..I wished him well and I left.

He didn't seem troubled at all,
or, I don't know,

waiting for something?

No, no. Not that I could see, no.

Right.

Do you know if Mr Green
stayed here before?

Not since I've been working here,
no.

How long's that?

About 14 years.

Right.

So, what do you think, sir?

That we're about to make
ourselves very unpopular.

- Mr Green's room here.
- Thank you.

OK, Dwayne, JP, I want you to wake
up all the guests on this floor,

ask who else saw or heard anything.

Yes, sir!

OK, Dwayne, how about you
start at that end

and I'll start that end and race
each other back to the middle?

Yes, you go to it, tiger.

OK.

So, no signs of break-in
into the victim's room.

We also need to dust the door handle
and the door frame for prints.

- Yes, sir.
- Er, if you would,
Freddie, thank you.

Although, does the hotel record

when the pass-keys are used to open
the doors to the rooms?

Yeah, I can print out the hotel
key-card logs

as soon as I get the CCTV discs.

Thank you, Freddie.

Right.

OK.

Let's see what happened here.

How are you getting on, sir?

Er, yes, well, Freddie just
brought me the CCTV discs

and the log, and if we look
at room number 33...

Oh, yes, wouldn't you know it?

No key-card was used to access
the room after 8pm tonight.

So, John Green opened
the door to the k*ller himself?

Mm.

How about you?
How are you getting on?

Oh, not much, sir.

Although the victim works
for a company based in Colchester

called East Anglian Conservatories.

OK, Chief, so we've spoken to all
the other guests on the floor

and we couldn't find anyone who
heard or saw anything.

They were all asleep.

Although, sir, there was
a woman five doors down

who was on the same
flight as Mr Green.

She said she had a chat with him
and liked him.

He told her that he hadn't had
a proper holiday

for years and was looking forward
to getting some sun,

seeing some sights.

I don't know,
maybe it was a robbery.

His money's still in his wallet.

Whatever happened here, it
looks like the victim was asleep

or at least reading in bed

and then something made him
get up.

Yes, a knock on the door, perhaps?

Er, which made John Green
come down here to let this person in

and then this person pushed Mr Green
off the balcony to his death

and then made his or her escape

without, as far as I can tell,

leaving any indication
as to who our k*ller is

or, indeed, why John Green
had to die.

Hmm.

This is not really adding up to
a pile of very much.

Aunt Mary.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I was just thinking about that
poor man.

Yes, yes, I know.

Only, what with the case,

I'm afraid I won't be able to spend
much time with you

over the next few days.

Oh, don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.

- Are you sure?
- Of course.

Now you go and catch
whoever did this.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

What's that, old chap?

Someone coming?

There is?

Gosh, well, this is a development
in our relationship.

My very own guard lizard.

Ah, who disappears at the first
sign of danger.

Ah, Florence!

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning.

Are you OK?

Yes, couldn't be better.

Er, although I've been checking,

and John Green's got no criminal
record or criminal associates

on the UK Police database
or Interpol.

Oh, and I've spoken to
immigration, as well,

and he's never been on Saint Marie
before, either.

- He hasn't?
- No. This was his first
visit to the island.

Then how come he was m*rder*d
within hours of arriving here?

Yes, well, if I hear anything
further,

I'll be the first to let
you know, of course.

Yes.

All right, thank you, goodbye.

Mr Green's boss, sir?

Yes. He was rather shocked to
hear the news.

What did he have to
say about the victim?

Well, it's all rather sad,
really, Dwayne.

He said Mr Green was hard-working,

honest, popular with staff
and customers alike.

Said he runs the office
pub quiz team

and last year he was a brilliant
Secret Santa at the office
Christmas party.

So, Florence, tell me we've got
something from the fingerprints

we took from the victim's room.

I'm sorry, but the only fingerprints
I've been able to identify

all belong to the victim,

although you should know,
the door handle to the room

didn't have any prints on it at all.
It had been completely wiped clean.

Which suggests our k*ller
knew what they were doing.

Dwayne, how you getting on with
the hotel's CCTV discs?

Well, Chief, we've got two discs -

one covering yesterday
from 2pm to 2am

and the other one from 2am onwards.

This is the one I started with.

And you can see here, your aunt Mary
calls down to report the m*rder.

Freddie goes off to find the body.

And if we keep moving,

it's later...

There.

We arrive to inspect the body.

There is no evidence of the k*ller
making their escape,

but, then again, they could've
left by another route.

Good morning, everybody!

Ah, JP!

- How you doing, Chief?
- Yes, I'm quite well, thank you.
- Good.

OK, so I've been back to
the hotel, talking to staff,

and a few people who spoke to
Mr Green yesterday said

that he was a really nice guy,
friendly, typical holiday-maker,

but I do have one lead.

- You have?
- Yes, I spoke to a receptionist

and she says she organised a taxi
for Mr Green at about 4pm.

She did?

Where did he go?

From the hotel to
the botanical gardens.

He was gone for about an hour

- and then another taxi brought him
back again.
- Well done, JP.

Whatever I can do to help, Chief.

And you know what?
Maybe that's where John Green

met the person who later k*lled him.

I think we should go and check it
out, Florence,

although I'd like to pop in on the
hotel on the way. I want to see how
my aunt is.

Good idea.

Ah, Mr and Mrs Bachman,
how have you been this past year?

- Hello!
- Oh!

Oh, thank you.

Good morning, Freddie. I wonder,
have you seen my aunt today?

She's at the beach-side bar
with her friend.

- Her friend?
- Miss Lewis.
- I'm sorry...

Hello, Freddie.

- Let me help you.
- She has a friend?

Auntie.

Sir?

Morning, Inspector.

Detective Sergeant.

The Commissioner came to find me.
Check I was OK.

Isn't that kind of him?

You did, sir?

And he's had
the most brilliant idea.

Because it's important you
focus on the case now,

and yet it would be terrible if your
aunt's first day on the island

should tarnish
the rest of her stay here.

So, the Commissioner's
cleared his diary

and he says he's going to show me
the sights himself.

Wow!

Wow.

And you're sure you can,
er, spare the time, sir?

It's a sacrifice
I'm prepared to make...

...for the case.

Wonderful.

Can I ask you a question?

Did you see this man here yesterday?

Thank you.

Any progress, sir?

I've spoken to reception

and they don't remember seeing
John Green here yesterday.

And I can't find anyone who saw him,
either.

Although it is a big place.

And there are hundreds of tourists
here every day.

I mean, what if they just didn't
notice him?

Still nothing.

- Hey. You got to tell me what's
going on.
- Mm?

You keep smiling to yourself.

There's something up.

Well, er,

you're right, Dwayne, um...

but you're not allowed to tell
anyone, you know, because...

Well, I don't really know how to
put this, er...

Whoa.

I think...

...I'm in love.

You? In love?

Yes it's... It's... It's Rosey.

- Rosey?
- Yes, I love her.

And, you know, I keep on forgetting
that that's how I feel, you know?

So, I just find myself
doing something like...

like going through
the immigration lists and then

I suddenly remember
and I just start to smile.

I can't wait to tell her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're going to do what?

Tell Rosey I love her.

Are you crazy?

You can't ever tell
a woman you love her.

- I can't?
- No!

Because once you tell a woman that,

they own you.

And the next thing you know,
you'll be telling your friends you

can't see them tonight because
you fancy a "quiet night in".

So I...

I don't tell her I love her?

No!

Listen, JP.

You want a healthy relationship
with a woman, right?

Yes, yes. That's... That's exactly
what I want, Dwayne.

Then never tell her the truth.

How were the botanical gardens, sir?

Not a thing. How about you?

- I think I may be onto something,
you know?
- Really?

- You are?
- I said maybe.

You see,

I started on the other
CCTV disc, you know,

the one from the afternoon?

And there's John Green checking in.

He looks just like any other
tourist, right, Chief?

And here's you checking in your
aunt Mary just moments later.

Gosh, does my hair really
look like that?

OK, but if you go forward ten
minutes

this guy turns up.

- And who is he?
- His name's Neil Jenkins.

He's a career criminal from the UK,

who came to the island nine
years ago.

The police back in the UK asked us
to keep an eye on him.

He's done time for ABH - twice.

- And you recognised him?
- You better believe it.

When he came here, I made sure
I introduced myself to him.

Is there any footage of him

talking to John Green or
interacting at all?

- No, Chief.
- Or anything else
incriminating Mr Jenkins

in Mr Green's m*rder?

Yes. He's a known criminal

and he was in the same hotel
as the victim that afternoon.

That's pretty tenuous, Dwayne,

but if that's all we've got, let's
go and pay Mr Jenkins a visit.

Thanks so much for agreeing
to see us.

Always a pleasure to assist
the local constabulary.

How can we help?

Well, it's, er... It's just that...

Oh, wow!

Um, it's er,

just that your name came up as
part of our enquiries.

Really?

Hello.

Would you rather we had this
conversation elsewhere?

No.

I haven't got any secrets from my
wife. Ask away.

OK.

Were you at La Toubana Hotel
yesterday?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm a member of the gym there.

What time did you arrive and leave?

Got there about half past two.

Went to the gym, came out,

sat about in the sun for an hour.

Got home about four o'clock.

Does the name John Green mean
anything to you?

No. Don't think so. Ella?

- What's that, sorry?
- Do you know a John Green, love?

No. Why?

This is him.

Please have a good look.

Do you recognise him at all?

No. Never seen him.

And where were you both last
night around, er, 2am?

Well, I was in bed with my wife.

What is all this?

Can you prove that?

No, darling.

I was in bed with my
wife, Ella. She'll alibi me.

Oh, and I should tell you
that I'm on sleeping pills,

so come about midnight
I was out for the count.

- Isn't that right, dear?
- Yeah.

When I went to bed at midnight, Neil
had been asleep for over an hour.

Anyway, what's it matter where we
were at 2am?

- It's when this man was m*rder*d at
La Toubana Hotel.
- No!

All right, love. All right.
And you think

because I was in the area
earlier in the day,

that that man's death might have
something to do with me? Eh?

Well, unless you got any more
questions, get out.

Thanks for your help.

Is it just a coincidence? I mean,

the man had to be somewhere on the
day of the m*rder

and both he and his wife say he's
got an alibi for the time

John Green was k*lled.

And I can't find any link to Neil
Jenkins on Mr Green's phone, sir.

That's hardly surprising.

Neil Jenkins hasn't been back to
the UK in the last nine years.

And John Green has never been
to Saint Marie before.

Yeah, so how could the two men
possibly have known each other?

It's a very good point.

Yes, but how about the other Brits
currently on the island?

JP, have you been through the list
immigration sent over?

I have, and I compared the names
on the list to Mr Green's contacts

on his phone and no-one
he knows has arrived on the island.

Also, sir, I've gone through
Mr Green's e-mails

and he was just a regular,
normal guy.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS Oh, er...

Oh, gosh. Sorry,
I'd better get this.

Auntie!

How are you?

Oh, you're at Catherine's bar?

How very clever of the Commissioner.

Yes, we've actually got to
finish up here, anyway.

All right, see you then.

OK, everyone,

that's all we can do today.

Er, but everything we've learnt
about John Green tells us

he was hard-working, honest...

A good egg, no less.

A bon oeuf, Florence.

So, how come within hours of
arriving on holiday,

visiting an island
he'd never been to before

and travelling on his own,
no less,

someone got into this honest and
well-liked man's room

and brutally threw him to his death?

Well, we had a lovely day,
didn't we, Selwyn?

Oh, yes.

And it's so nice to hear the old
stories about you, Inspector.

What stories would these be?

Well, I had no idea you had
a family nickname.

I... I don't.

Oh, come on, Humphrey, you remember.

I don't!

You were about eight or
nine years old.

Back then, Humphrey had a quite
a little tummy on him. In fact...

In fact, he was almost entirely
spherical.

Auntie, you are not telling
this story.

And, er, we went to the local museum

and they had this old gaol that we
loved looking at.

You ARE telling this story.

And Humphrey was sitting
on the wall outside.

Only he fell off it
and banged his head

and that's when he got
his family nickname.

What was it?

Humpty Dumpty!

Are you all right, JP?

Oh, er, yes. Yes, I'm totally fine.

Thanks for asking.

You look a bit confused.

Well,

to be honest with you, er...

I am a bit confused.

But why?

Is it girl trouble?

Well, no. No, it's
the opposite, in fact.

Or if you put it another way,

yes.

Yes, it is.

No way, Chief?!

Yes, I'm sorry, Dwayne,
but it's true.

It is my deepest
and darkest secret.

You used to perform magic shows?

You should've seen them!

He'd make a poster.

"Humphrey's Marvellous Magic Show!"

And he'd come out in a little
bow tie

and do all these wonderful
card tricks.

A little bow tie?

Well, yes, I was only ten
years old at the time,

so it had to be quite small.

Anyway, it's been a long day.

Er, Humphrey, perhaps you'd
escort me back to the hotel?

Yes, of course, Auntie.

Please.

Thank you for a wonderful day.

The pleasure was all mine,
Aunt Mary.

Thank you.

I'll see you all soon.

Bye-bye. Au revoir. Bye-bye.

Same again, everyone?

I'll give you a hand, Commissioner.

- Dwayne, what have you done?
- What?
- The advice you gave JP!

And what advice would that be?

That JP must never tell Rosey
that he's fallen in love with her.

- Oh.
- What did you do? - I...

But... It's... It's...

It's because...
You know how it is, ladies -

when men get too clingy...

it puts you right off.

If he loves her, he has to tell her.

It's you he looks up to.

You need to get him to tell Rosey
how he feels about her.

Ah!

I'm sorry I didn't get to spend
any time with you today.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I had a wonderful time.

Yes.

Although there was something
I wanted to say, and, er...

...I thought maybe I'd find
the right time to say it,

but maybe there never is
a right time.

What is it?

Humphrey, look!

That's John Green's room.

My God, there's someone in there!

This is the police! Who's there?!

Aaargh!

Argh! Oh! Ohh!

Sir!

- Oh, Florence.
- Are you all right?

He has a cut to his head
and suspected concussion.

They've got to take him in
for observation,

but he's going to be all right.

I... I'm just a bit woozy and...

a little bit hurty up there.

What happened?

Someone broke into John Green's
hotel room.

They were looking for something.

But Humphrey didn't see who it was,
or what they were looking for.

You know, it's got to be our k*ller,
Florence.

OK, don't worry, sir.

I'll get JP to work the scene
and we'll discover who did this.

Yes, I know you will. Thank you.

But please, first, would you
escort Mary to her room?

No way - I'm not leaving your side
after what happened.

No, I'm coming to the hospital
with you.

OK, you can take him now.

I've got some water
and some grapes.

Where did you get grapes from?

Ah... A woman has to have
her mystery.

Before, you know...

I got tonked...

...you were trying to tell me
something.

So your memory's not affected.

Unlike mine.

I'm losing my marbles.

What?

Though some people would say
I never had any in the first place,

but, er...

Well...

...I went to the doctor,
and he did some tests.

You're not losing your marbles.

Oh, I am, Humphrey.

I forget things.

We all forget things.

I can't remember what day it is
half the time.

I know. But...

...I forget recipes that I've been
making my whole life, and...

the names of friends.

You know, I can't do
logic puzzles any more.

That's what you do.

Puzzles.

That's what we do.

It's scary.

I've had a wonderful life...

...and now I'm going to
forget it all.

Well, that was my reason
for this trip.

I wanted to spend some time with you
while I can still remember.

And I wanted to be the one
who told you.

And now I have.

So you reckon the chief
will be OK, Sarge?

He should be fine.

Oh, JP...

Did you discover what the
intruder was looking for?

Er... I'm sorry.

I mean, the drawers were open, the
victim's luggage was pulled apart...

I mean, the intruder was definitely
looking for something,

but I have no idea what it was,

or if he even found it
before he ran away.

Then what about fingerprints?

No new prints on any other surfaces
I could find.

So the intruder was wearing gloves.

- Almost certainly.
- Like he was the first time.

What have you got on your side?

I'm trying to run background checks
on Mr Green's contacts,

but I'm struggling.

He only knows about 30 people,

and they're all from his home town,
Colchester.

It's just not much to go on.

It's just like his credit report,
Sarge.

It's all above board, but where
it lists previous residences,

it's only got
his Colchester address,

which he moved into five years ago.

There are no other addresses
listed before then.

But he must have lived
somewhere before then.

You know what?

I think his passport was only issued
five years ago.

Yeah, it was.

OK, everyone.

I think we need to find out
what John Green was up to

before five years ago.

What is it?

Chicken soup.

Mmm.

Everyone needs chicken
soup when they're ill.

Yes, quite.

Ahem...

- What do you think?
- Er, well, it's, er...

It's delicious.

Now...

No over-exciting him.

I've spoken to the doctor,

and he needs complete bed rest
for at least another day.

OK?

- Of course.
- Yes.

Nuts to that. You've made
a breakthrough, haven't you?

Yes, what she said.

Well, sir, we finally realised
we didn't have a single record

for John Green from more
than five years ago.

It was like he didn't
exist before 2011.

That's when Sarge came up
with her genius idea.

What if he DIDN'T exist before 2011?

Ah, that's not possible!

It's not his real identity, is it?

I got onto the police back in Essex,

but at the right level this time -
the superintendent -

and she was able to confirm
my suspicions

and put me onto John Green's
handler.

John Green is not his real name,
Chief.

It's Marcus Knight.
He was a crooked accountant

who worked with a number
of criminal families,

and a load of diamond merchants
from the East End of London.

Oh, this is wonderful!

But six years ago, he knew
the police were closing in on him,

so he turned his files over to them

in return for a reduced sentence
and a new identity.

Yes, his evidence put seven other
criminals in prison.

Although the police still suspected
Mr Knight had stolen the best part

of a quarter of a million
pounds from his clients
before he went to the police.

Not that they were able
to prove it or recover the money.

But once he'd served his time
for false accounting,

the Government
gave Mr Knight a new name

and put him in witness protection.

- Brilliant! Well done, everyone.
- We've already been onto immigration,

and they say Marcus Knight
visited the island six years ago.

Just before he turned himself
in to the UK police.

He's been to the island before?

In which case, Florence,
you need to compile a list of all

Marcus Knight's known associates
before he went to prison,

starting with those criminals
he turned Queen's evidence against.

Yes, sir.

Ah... yes, well, well done,
well done, everyone.

Perhaps I'd better...

- HE SIGHS - ..rest.

- MACHINERY BLEEPS - Hmm!

- Don't worry, Aunt Mary,
er... just a moment...

Ah hello, hello.

Sorry, er, don't know
how that happened, but, er...

now I've got you here,
I wonder if you could help me.

Because we're going to need
a large whiteboard

and some marker pens
in varying colours.

Thank you.

I mean, after all, Auntie...

what else do we do
when we're confined indoors,

if not solve some puzzles?

You know what I
can't help thinking, Auntie?

That Marcus Knight is
the Cretan from the riddle.

Who?

The man from Crete who says that
all men from Crete are liars.

I don't know that one.

Yes, you do, the Epimenides
Paradox - you taught it to me.

You know, if he's from Crete,
he's lying,

and if he's telling the truth,
then he can't be from Crete.

I can't... can't remember it.

Sorry, I told you,
it's not what it was.

Don't worry.

All I'm saying is

that nothing we know about Marcus
Knight can be presumed to be true.

So what I keep coming back to is,

what if he never actually went
to the botanical gardens at all?

I see.

Well, where do you think he went?

No idea.

Hmm.

Although Dwayne said Marcus Knight
stole a quarter of a million pounds

before he went to prison
six years ago.

Yes, and Dwayne also said that
Marcus came out to the island

six years ago, as well.

Shortly before he turned himself in
to the police.

So maybe he's been hiding his money
on the island all this time!

Good grief, Auntie,
I wonder if you're right.

So if he DIDN'T go to the botanical
gardens, I wonder where he did go.

Well, where else is there nearby?

Somewhere he could have kept
a quarter of a million pounds safe

- for six years.
- Well, gosh, I don't really know.

I mean, there's just a few shops
up there. There's a...

a chemist, and...
and a laundry, I think, and...

And then there's just a...

Good grief!

There's also a bank!

Do you want to ring Florence,
or shall I?

I can confirm that a Marcus Knight

took out a safety deposit box
with us in February of 2010.

Six years ago?

Yes, and three days ago,
he presented himself and his key

to the branch, emptied his box,
closed down the account,

and handed back his key.

Do you know what he'd been keeping
here in those six years?

I don't. But I know it fitted
inside a brown holdall.

But we never found no
brown holdall in his room.

OK, so the k*ller took the bag of
money when he k*lled Marcus Knight.

Yes, because it was full
of a quarter of a million pounds.

And just imagine, Sarge,

the money's been sitting
in that bank all this time.

All you'd need is a key,
and all of the cash is yours.

You're right.

About what?

Where was the key all this time?

- How do you mean?
- OK...

Imagine - you're Marcus Knight.

You've put a load of money
in a safety deposit box,

and you know you're going to prison.

What are you going to do
with the key?

- Give it to someone for safekeeping.
- But who?

OK, Dwayne, go back to the bank

and get the key Mr Knight used
to open his safety deposit box.

I think we need to test it
for fingerprints.

Ah-ha-ha!

Find anything yet, JP?

Seven points of comparison.
That's admissible in court.

Who does the fingerprint belong to?

Neil Jenkins.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Marcus Knight is the real name of John Green,

the man who was m*rder*d only hours
after you were seen at his hotel.

The man you told us you didn't know.

Even though he visited you
six years ago.

Which is when he left his safety
deposit key with you, didn't he?

A safety deposit key we just
retrieved from the bank,

and we were able to lift a clean
fingerprint belonging to you

off the key fob.

Which implicates you in his m*rder,

unless you can explain
how your fingerprint got there.

All right.

All right, I admit...

...that I knew that John
was really Marcus.

Yeah.

He used to be my company accountant
years ago.

So why did you lie to us?

Because I wanted to
protect his secret.

- Which was...?
- Look...

before Marcus handed himself
over to the Old Bill,

he siphoned off a lot
of cash for himself,

and he was going to store it
in the bank for when he came out.

Now, he asked me
to look after the key.

The day that he came back,
we arranged a meeting.

We went to the hotel, sat out
on the balcony, had a few beers,

talked about old times, you know,
compared w*r wounds, it was lovely.

And then I gave him the key
so that he could go to the bank.

And you got on after all this time?

Yeah, of course we got on.

I mean, everyone loved Marcus,
didn't they?

I mean, I actually said to him

that he ought to cancel his
reservation at the hotel,

and he should spend the rest of his
holidays with us. Didn't I, darling?

- What was that?
- I said that he could spend

the rest of the holidays with us.

Yes!

- And he would have done
if he hadn't d*ed, the poor man.
- So you knew Marcus Knight, as well?

He was Neil's accountant, so I
suppose I knew him to say hello to.

And you both admit you knew
about the money

Mr Knight had been keeping
at the bank all this time?

- I didn't know about any money.
- Look, all right, all right...
All right, that's true.

Ella didn't know about the money.

It wasn't my secret to share -
simple as that.

Even though last time I was here,

you told me you had no secrets
from your wife.

You see, this is the problem
we've got, Mr Jenkins.

We know you couldn't have got
Mr Knight's money out of the bank

while he was in prison.

Because Mr Knight was the only one
who could get it out.

So this is what we're thinking.

Once you were sure Mr Knight
had his money, you went to his room

in the middle of the night, k*lled
him, and stole it for yourself.

Listen...

You're forgetting one thing,
all right?

I had an alibi for the night
that he was m*rder*d.

So where were you last night
just before midnight?

I was asleep. Why?

- Can you prove that?
- I've done
nothing wrong here, all right?

All I did was look after a key
for an old friend.

So unless you have got a warrant
or you're going to charge me,

then I've finished helping
the police with their enquiries,

so out!

I'm telling you,
Neil Jenkins is our k*ller!

He's a known criminal,
he's been looking after the key,

and he knows the bag
contained money.

But, Dwayne,
he's already a rich man.

Why would he need to k*ll for money?

We need the inspector.

If Neil Jenkins k*lled Marcus,

he'll have taken the bag of money
and hidden the cash somewhere.

So, JP, how's your research going?

Well, we already know a lot
about Neil Jenkins,

so I decided to do a few
background checks on his wife.

And I've discovered she was
on the police computer

under her maiden name, Ella Thomas.

15 years ago - about a year
or so before she married Neil -

she was cautioned for
running a fake perfume stall

in London on Oxford Street.

She also has a serious amount
of debts on her credit cards.

Oh, so she's not as innocent
as she pretends to be.

But how did she know that Marcus was
collecting the money that day, mm?

Her husband said he never told Ella
about the bag of money.

You know what?

We still don't know why the k*ller
returned to the scene of the crime.

I think we should find out,
don't you?

No, sir, sir! The doctors said
you had to stay in bed.

Yes, I know,
but what do doctors know?

Oh... hold on!

Oh... Don't worry, I'm fine.

Ah! And I hope you don't mind,
but for the remainder of the case,

I am co-opting the help
of a civilian expert.

Aunt Mary.

So, the k*ller gets back in here,

but what are they looking for?

And did they find it?

Almost certainly not, sir.

I mean,
seeing as you interrupted them.

Yes, but it was down here

that the original fight
for the money must have been,

because...

Mr Knight was thrown over
this balcony here.

Sir, it has to be Neil Jenkins.

He's the only person
on the whole island

who knew there was a bag
full of money.

- Well, yes, we keep saying that, but,
you know, I wonder if that's true.
- How do you mean?

Well, this whole case has been
the wrong way round from the start,
hasn't it?

I mean, John Green
wasn't even John Green.

So what if the one proven crook
in this case...

...isn't the crook after all?

I mean, Neil's already rich,

so why would he need to k*ll
for money?

And yes, in fact, what if the secret
of the money...

wasn't...

even...

a secret?

Yes, but why k*ll that night?

Singing!

Well, I'll be blowed.

'We went to the hotel, sat out
on the balcony, had a few beers,

'talked about old times.'

I said, "Look, why don't you cancel
your reservation at the hotel,

"come and spend the rest
of your holidays with us?"

- Yes, er... what time was this?
- Ten past two.

THAT'S why you'd k*ll that night...

and why the secret's not a secret!

But, wait, that's not possible.

(Maybe that's not impossible.)

Good grief!

You know who k*lled Marcus Knight?

Aunt Mary...

- That's your room next door,
isn't it?
- That's right.

Then I need the log of who opened
what doors that afternoon.

I need to know who was in Room 32!

Mr and Mrs Jenkins.

Why do you want to meet us up here?

Well, you want to know who k*lled
your good friend, Marcus Knight,
don't you?

Of course.

Please...

Now, Neil...

You and Marcus went to his room the
afternoon he was k*lled, didn't you?

What of it?

Freddie, if you would, please.

That's not Marcus's room.
It was that one over there.

Don't worry, all will become clear.
Please.

You see, all along,
you had to be our k*ller, Neil.

Only you knew
about Marcus's bag of money.

And yet...

Marcus was your one-time
company secretary.

You'd even, er... looked after
the key to his safe deposit box

for the last six years.

This is not the behaviour of someone
who has hate in his heart.

- You didn't k*ll him.
- Too damn right I didn't.

But it made me realise -
excuse me, Aunt Mary -

that there was someone else
on the island

who could have known
about that money.

And that was you, Ella.

Because even if you didn't tell your
wife about the bag of money, well...

I mean, Ella was still here
six years ago

when Marcus dropped that money off.

He could have told her
all about it then.

You already have a criminal past.

Selling fake perfume.

And you're maxed out
on your credit cards.

You need the money.

It's not that bad.

I didn't k*ll him!

No.

Because that honour belongs to you,
Freddie.

What?

You k*lled Marcus Knight.

What? I don't understand.
Why would I do that?

I know! I mean...

how did you even know
there was a bag of cash
to steal in the first place?

Well, let's see.

Because, as a porter...

you have one particular skill,
don't you?

And that is remembering
names and faces.

Ah, Mr and Mrs Bachmann,
how have you been this past year?

So I think your suspicions
were raised

the moment Mr Knight returned to
the hotel after a gap of six years,

saying his name was now Mr Green.

Afternoon! I've got a room
booked in the name John Green.

When a well-known island crook
arrived soon after,

we think you decided to find out
what was going on.

Because although you never
used your pass-key

to enter Marcus's room that night -
I mean, you'd never be so stupid -

the hotel records do show
that you were in this room

for 25 minutes that afternoon -

the room next door to Mr Knight's.

Even though there were no guests
staying here.

So why is that, Freddie?

It was when you heard the story
of a bag of cash

containing a quarter
of a million pounds.

You know what the tragedy is?

Marcus would possibly still be alive

if you hadn't invited him
to move into your house

for the rest of the holiday.

Because it made Freddie realise,

if he wanted his bag of money
for himself, he'd have to act fast.

When you got to deliver room
service to Marcus that night,

I mean, I think you checked
for the bag of money -

of course you did -

but you also made sure that
you left the door on the latch,

so you wouldn't need to use your
pass-key later on, didn't you?

As you knew the hotel logged
every time a key is used.

I... I was downstairs on reception
when he was k*lled.

Oh, yeah, that's right,
you were, weren't you?

Yes, the CCTV footage proves it.

If you would, please, JP?

Yes, Chief.

Because you're right, Freddie.

Here you are, just after 2am,
minding your own business.

And here's the phone call
from Aunt Mary, er...

phoning down to reception,

telling you that someone's fallen
from their balcony.

Oh, and there you are, getting
your torch and going to help.

So how on earth could you
possibly be the k*ller?

I mean, you never left reception.

But then I remembered...

...when we first interviewed you,

Aunt Mary said she phoned down
to reception at 2:10am.

But you corrected her,
and said it was more like two.

It had just gone two
when you called me.

It was only a difference of
ten minutes. What did it matter?

Well, as it happens, quite a lot.

So, thank you, Mary.

You weren't confused that night.

Or forgetful in any way.

It was ten past two
when you rang down.

And it was in this missing
ten minutes

that Freddie committed m*rder.

First...

he waited until he had to swap
the CCTV discs over at 2am,

as we know.

Well, Chief, we've got two discs.

One covering from
2pm yesterday to 2am,

and the other one
from 2am onwards.

But he didn't put in the new disc.
Not yet, anyway.

You see, at this stage,

he was just planning to carry out
a quick robbery,

get back to reception
and then put the new disc in

before anyone noticed his absence.

Which is what he did -
go into Marcus' room,

letting himself in
without using his key.

And then?

Well, we can't know for sure.

But we do know Marcus woke up.

Did he thr*aten to call the police,
Freddie?

Or were you always prepared
to k*ll for that money?

I mean, either way,
you knew you couldn't back down.

You had to get that money
at all costs!

And when you got back down
to reception,

I imagine you were just in...
in a desperate panic,

wishing you could
have your time over again.

And that's when you realised.

The disc wasn't recording!

You COULD have your time over again!

All you needed to do was set
the wall clock back to 2am

before starting the next DVD.

So that when Aunt Mary
rang down a few minutes later

to report the m*rder, you now
appeared to have an alibi

for the moments leading up
to the m*rder.

It was like you
never left reception.

Except when you look closely,

you can see the brown
holdall at your feet.

All you then needed to do
was return the wall clock

to the real time later on

after you'd taken the disc out
to give to us.

I mean, it was only ever a few
minutes out, anyway.

- But why?
- Why? I know.

I mean, after all,
Freddie's got no criminal record.

There's been no hint he's
stolen from guests before.

But then,
I imagine no-one's brought in

a quarter of a million pounds
in hard cash before.

So why?

I mean, in a world where you get
by on dollar tips here and there...

I imagine that amount of money
was just a bit too hard to resist,

eh, Freddie?

I mean, plus, it's stolen.

So if someone took it,

Marcus would never be able to
report its theft to the police.

Easy money, really.

I imagine the temptation
was just too great,

eh, Freddie?

Chief!

You were right. I searched Freddie's
house and found it. But...

Thank you, Dwayne.

Finally, the bag of money!

- Chief, I really think you should...
- One moment, Dwayne.

All along, we've been trying to
work out who k*lled Marcus Knight.

And the answer is...

anyone who wanted to get their hands
on a quarter of a million pounds.

I did try.

Where's the money?

There wasn't any.

When I opened the bag it was just...

...that.

Yes, of course.

That's why you broke back
into the room the following night.

Because you were still searching
for the money.

You didn't find it that time,
either, did you?
Not with me interrupting.

Argh!

There never was any money.

What a waste of a life.

Take him away, Dwayne.

OK, well, I think
this calls for a celebration,

don't you think, Auntie Mary?

Oh, yes, I think so, Dwayne.

JP? Sarge? A celebratory drink?

Yes? Let's go.

- Sir?
- Mmm?

We're going for a drink.

No.

- Yes, of course.
- What is it, Humphrey?

Well, I'm sorry, Auntie,
it's just, er...

Why would you put a load of old
mementoes into a safety deposit box?

Cos it's his old identity, sir.

I mean, he'd want to keep it safe.

Yes, no, I get that, JP,
it's just...

..why keep it safe in the Caribbean?

I mean, why not just put it
into storage in the UK?

And...

if his possessions are worthy
of a safety deposit box...

...then why not the money?

Sir...

We've looked.
There's no money in that bag.

So where did he put the cash?

Maybe there never was any cash.

Yeah, but he told Neil Jenkins
he was here to collect his money.

Then what if the bag
itself is the money?

With all due respect, Auntie Mary,
the bag's not even worth 20.

Yes, but what if it was?

Yes, because, erm...
What was Marcus's job again? He...

...wasn't just an accountant
to Neil Jenkins, was he?

That's right,
he worked for a diamond merchants'.

Chief...

We looked inside and out -
there's nowhere to hide anything.

And yet...

in the world of logic puzzles...

It's always your assumptions
that lead you astray.

Ha...

Yes, it is, isn't it?

No way!

He knows where the money is.

Now THAT'S how I'd hide
a quarter of a million pounds.

Ahem...

JP...

Oh, Dwayne, don't worry.
I haven't told Rosey how I feel.

I've followed your advice
down to the letter.

Ah, good, but possibly it wasn't
quite the best advice.

Mmm? It wasn't?

You see, JP, I've got a friend.

- Yes, I... I know.
- No, no, no, I mean...

I've got a FRIEND.

- Oh, you've got a FRIEND?
- That's
what I said - I've got a FRIEND.

- It isn't me, by the way.
- No.

But this friend of mine,
he sort of nearly, kind of,

fell for this girl real bad.

And the one thing
I sometimes wonder...

- Your friend.
- Huh?

The one thing your friend
sometimes wonders...

Oh, of course, the one thing my
friend sometimes wonders is...

what if he had told her how really
serious he was about her?

You think that might have...

- turned out a bit different?
- No.

But your advice...

- Your friend's advice...
- Mm?

I should tell Rosey I love her.

Yes, and soon!

Because this friend of mine,
he's got two female friends

who are waiting to b*at him
up really bad if you don't.

- Mmm?
- OK.

OK!

Ah...

Ah, JP! Everything OK?

Everything's just fine, Dwayne.

You see, everything's just fine.

Ah, and you both look like you need
a little Ti' Punch, eh?

I need at least two!

Dwayne!

So you know... we couldn't have
done it without you, Auntie.

It was quite an adventure!

Yes, I'll say!

So, your, er... memory was tip-top.

And your puzzle-solving abilities
were even...

tip-top-erer.

You know, this has been...

one rocking-chair moment.

What's one of those?

When I'm sitting in my rocking chair
and everything starts to go...

...I think there are some things
I won't be able to forget.

Like... this.

Like...

you, Humpty.

So, Inspector.

I just found this pack of cards
by the backgammon set.

Oh, gosh.

Mary...

...do you think we should
ask your nephew

to perform one of his famous
magic tricks, hmm?

Oh, absolutely, Selwyn.

No, look, really, gosh,
I mean, it's been so long.

- I just don't...
- Come on, Humphrey!

- HUMPHREY SIGHS - Come on, Chief.

All right, then, JP.

Pick a card, any card.

OK.

Now, don't let me see it.
Show it to your friends...

and then place it back in the pack.

Don't let me see it!

Now, I can't possibly know
what your card is.

And by shuffling this pack, I can't
possibly know WHERE your card is.

Ah...

But...

Tell me...

did you choose a red card?

Yes.

Was it a diamond?

No.

It wasn't? Are you sure?

Er, yes, sir.

And that's exactly
what I expected you to say,

because the card you chose
was two of hearts!

Oh, er, sorry, it's
been a while. Ahem...

Ladies and gentlemen...

two of hearts!

Ahem. Right, just bear with me.
Wait, wait, here we go.

Two of hearts!

It was, erm...

- Queen of hearts.
- Two of hearts!

Oh...

Ah... it's got to be here somewhere.
Wait, wait, wait, one second,

it's coming...

Two of hearts...

The two of hearts...

Catherine...

There isn't even
a two of hearts in this pack!

Oh(!)

Welcome to Le Calmar Saint Marie.

Let the food do the talking.

In here!

Definitely att*cked from behind,
turn round and then booph!

Hey! You little bl...

Out of breath, Grandad?

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of courtship.

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