12x01 - Episode 1

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Not long now.

Oh! And we have lift-off!

Ha-ha-ha! Come, come.

A toast to Astraeus,

Titan God, the stars
and the planets.

There. Lovely bubbly!

Fizzy wizzy!

Drink, my love? Hmm?

Oh! Um...

Yes. Yes, why not? There we go.

Thank you.

A little drink and I think a few
words from my dear friend,

the professor. Oh! Speech!
I don't know what to say.

I've seen a good few planetary
conjunctions,

but never a total eclipse.

We know this one is going to be
fleeting, only three minutes

and seconds,
so let's all observe it in silence,

with our own thoughts and dreams

and with whatever god
we choose to walk with us.

Champagne to my real friends and

real pain to my sham friends. Oh!

Cheers, all! Cheers.
To very good health.

You OK, love? Oh, yes. Just
the culmination of a life's work.

♪ Just give me some guava
I will sing you a song

♪ Hey-ho, blow the man down... ♪

If you don't mind, Jeremy.
I'd prefer to watch in silence,

like the professor said?

♪ Give me some time, bo-mo-mo... ♪

It's nearly half-past, everyone.

Wow!

Ho-ho! Wow!

Wow! Oh!

That was truly remarkable! Ah!

Bertrand?

Bertrand, where are you, darling?

Where on earth is he?
Maybe he's gone back to the car.

Why would he leave before
it was over like that?

Bertrand?

Come on, stop playing silly buggers!
Bertrand!

My dear, he couldn't have gone far.
Why don't we just spread out?

Bertrand? Professor Sworder?

Oh... Please, no!

Over here!

No!

Thank you.

Morning, Naomi. Morning, sir.

Welcome back. How was your journey?
Oh! What are the chances?

Once every , years planetary
event and my flight gets delayed.

Oh! I didn't know you were coming
back for the eclipse. Yeah.

Well, Saint Marie has dark
sky status,

so I thought I might get
a clearer view from here.

Ah.
You couldn't see it from the plane?

No. All I could see from the plane
was a chubby toddler blowing

raspberries at me
from the top of his seat.

And I had to pay an excess baggage
fee for my telescope.

Oh. I'm sorry, sir.

So, tell me about the case.

You said a man fell
to his death at Cap Michelle.

Yeah, Professor Bertrand Sworder.
Professor Sworder?

Did you know him?

Yeah, he was quite well known
back in the UK.

Hosted a few TV documentaries,
was on The Sky At Night a few times.

A real inspiration to hobbyist
astronomers like me.

I can't believe he's gone.
Also, sir, Marlon called.

The victim's wife found
a note in her handbag.

It seems as if the professor
intended to take

his own life last night. Oh, no!

We can only access the crime
scene by boat, sir.

DI Neville Parker. DS Thomas.

Jeremy Herbert. Sunil Singh.
We were...

We were up there with Bertrand
when...

I just still can't believe it.

I assume you were here to watch
the conjunction eclipse. Yeah. Yeah.

And during the conjunction, none
of you were aware of what happened?

Sad to say,
our attention was focused elsewhere.

Until the eclipse was over

and then
we realised what had happened.

And it was you who alerted the
police? Yeah. Well, Sally. Sally?

A PHD student, over from England.

She's...
She was the professor's protege.

There's no signal
up on the clifftops,

so she went to the pay phone.

We jumped in the car and headed
down to the harbour to get a boat.

We're up in Cap Michelle.
Someone's just fallen off the cliff.

Thought it best if Sally
and Mrs Sworder stayed up there,

while we came here with the sea
rescue people.

And there's no access to this beach,
other than by boat?

Definitely not. OK.

Thank you.

Grains of sand in the victim's hair.

And all among his clothes.

Seaweed also suggests that the sea
washed in after he fell.

Ha!

Sir?

From a brief initial examination,
they reckon the injuries

sustained tally with
a fall from a significant height.

What do you have there?

It's a notebook, found
it in the victim's jacket pocket.

But, look, it's a crossword.

It's yesterday's crossword,

to be precise,
and it's half-finished.

It's probably nothing.

So, tell me about this note Marlon
said the victim left.

Mrs Sworder gave it to him
up at the cafe.

They're waiting to talk to us now.

This is it.

"I'm so sorry for abandoning you,
my love,"

"but I'm not sure I can endure
what's about to happen in my life."

"Please, forgive me."

Let's go and talk to them.

Mrs Sworder, are you up to answering
a few questions? Thank you.

I was just wondering
if you knew what your husband was

referring to in this
note that he left.

He says he can't endure
what's about to happen in his life.

I really haven't a clue.

It's just... It's all so unexpected.

Anyone else understand it?

No.

Sorry. Me, neither.

Miss Blake?

No. Was Professor Sworder acting
normally, the last few days?

I suppose he had seemed a little
distant recently.

I maybe thought something was up.

But not so much that he'd...

I noticed it, too.

I just thought he was nervous.

His whole life was leading up
to last night.

And just to be clear,
during the conjunction,

there was no-one else up there with
you, just the four of you? Yes.

OK. Thank you.

Ah... Oh, um, sorry, one...
One other thing.

It's probably nothing, but I found
this in the Professor's notebook.

Did he often do crosswords? Yes.
Practically every day.

You don't know when he tore this
out of the newspaper, do you?

Well, I happened to notice him
filling it in up on the clifftop,

while we were waiting for it
to get dark.

You saw him filling this in? Yes.
The whole newspaper.

He hadn't torn it out yet? No.

Well, that IS interesting.

Like I say, it's...
It's probably nothing. Excuse me.

Ha! There it is!

See?

Yep.
The dude definitely ripped it out.

That's significant, why?

Look, the only reason someone
would tear a crossword

out of a newspaper and then slip
it into their notebook would be

if they were intending to finish
it at a later date, right?

So, why would Professor Sworder
do that if he was planning

to k*ll himself that night?

He probably wouldn't. Exactly.

So, how did he end up
falling off a cliff?

Well, I'm struggling to believe
it was an accident.

The only reason Professor Sworder
was up here

was to watch that eclipse.

Do we really believe during the few
minutes that it was happening

that he just wandered away from his
telescope

and accidentally fell off the edge?

So, then, someone must have
pushed him off? It was m*rder?

But, sir, if someone did k*ll
Professor Sworder last night,

surely the others would have
noticed. Sarge is right.

If someone pushed him over the edge,
there would have been a tussle,

the prof would have fought back,
screamed out.

Somebody would have heard something.
Yeah.

If Professor Sworder was
manhandled over the edge,

it does seem odd that no-one else

who was here was aware
of it happening.

So, we should do all the usual
background checks on everyone

who was present here last night.

And go over the victim's phone
and email communications, OK?

Marlon, maybe have a word with
the people who run the cafe.

See if they saw anything last night.

I'm going to drive Miriam home.

Call us if you need anything.

So, what do we do now? We wait.

So, it was Professor Sworder who
first predicted the planetary

eclipse last night? Yep. Or the
Great Occultation, as he called it.

You know, he made the discovery
when he was only ,

back in the early ' s.

Wrote a very successful
book about it.

I highly recommend it.
It's a scintillating read.

It sure sounds it. Hmm.

So, I've done some initial
background on our suspects.

Miriam Sworder,
she and Bertrand met at university,

but were just
friends for a long time.

Came from a pretty wealthy
background.

And what about the protege,
Sally Blake?

She went to a secondary
school in Dublin

and won a scholarship to study
astrophysics.

I went on her social media page

and saw that she's been a fan of the
professor since she was a child.

Even met him once when she was .

Says it was seeing him on TV that
inspired her love for astronomy.

What about this guy, Jeremy Herbert?

An old friend of Bertrand's
from university.

Heads up the Barrington Observatory
just outside of Pontefract.

That just leaves this fella,
Sunil Singh.

"A highly regarded amateur
astronomer."

He's an IT administrator
in Pune, India,

but he's on the board
of the Astronomical Society there.

Not sure what the connection
to Professor Sworder is yet.

Well, until we find evidence
that there was another person up

there on that clifftop, we have to
work on the basis that it was

one of these four that pushed
Professor Sworder over the edge.

Um, you guys know there are a few
journalists outside, right?

They're not here for the
Professor Sworder case, are they?

That's what they said. A couple of
them are from some science magazine.

It sounds like they're expecting
a press conference or something.

Did the Commissioner organise it?
Can't have done.

I've not even updated him
on the case yet.

Well, I'd better give him a call.

That's odd.

It's not going to voicemail.

So, who wants to meet
Saint Marie's newest trainee

police officer? Darlene,
you passed initial training.

Oh, I didn't just pass.

The examiner said
I had the highest test score

of any trainee on the island.
Congratulations, Darlene!

That's fantastic, Darlene. Um...

But I had the highest test score
out of any trainee on the island,

so... Oh, no, Marlon!

Did you just get your butt kicked?

But I am still the most senior
officer, though, right?

I mean, that doesn't change
anything. Just for now, honey.

Celebratory drink at Catherine's
bar after work?

If you insist, Inspector.

Congratulations, Darlene.
I'm so pleased for you.

The drinks are on me. Oh, thank you.
Thank you. Thanks, Catherine.

Welcome back, Neville.
How was your trip home?

And how is Arthur? Oh, sir. I forgot
you were meeting your baby nephew.

Arthur is the most adorable little
thing you have ever seen.

Oh, he is such a cutie! Yeah.
He's got his mother's look, no?

He's so sweet, sir.

He's all right, I guess.

I think you're going to make a
wonderful uncle. Thanks, Catherine.

Oh, I'll be back in a minute.

Catherine? Er...

I just wondered if, um... If you'd
heard anything from... Sophie.

Oh, she's away for a few days,
doing some island hopping.

It's just we exchanged a few
texts over Christmas

and I just wondered
if she'd left me a message.

Actually, she did.

She said to tell you she's
hopelessly in love with you

and is counting the seconds
until she sees you again.

Did she?

No, she didn't. You're joking.

It's that... famous French
sense of humour I enjoy so much.

She's back tomorrow evening.
And she left no message.

But she did ask if I knew
when you were getting back.

Did she? Hmm. Good to know
she's taking an interest.

Good.

♪ Baby, hold on Baby, hold on

♪ Doo-doo

♪ Doo-doo... ♪

So, how did it feel, the first
day as a uniformed officer?

You know, Marlon, I'm so excited.
I just can't wait to get stuck in.

I'll be honest, though, it's not as
comfortable as I was expecting. Oh.

Just wait till we hit the potholes.

Morning. Morning, sir.

Did you manage to check in
with the commissioner?

I see journalists are still outside.

Yeah, I just thought I'd talk
to them myself.

Commissioner's secretary said he's
taken some last-minute leave.

All they knew was that a press
conference was planned

for o'clock this morning at the
Manda Bay Hotel,

but then got cancelled.

Where are Marlon
and Darlene off to?

They're heading down to the harbour.

Marlon got a lead from a waitress
from the cafe near the crime scene.

Oh! Hey.

I see you took my advice and picked
up a copy of this little beauty.

Actually, sir,
that's not why I have it. No?

I was going through the professor's
emails and there's an exchange

between him and Jeremy Herbert
about that very book.

Mr Herbert was accusing
Professor Sworder of plagiarism,

claiming that The Great Occultation
was actually his discovery.

Did he have any evidence
to prove this?

There were some audio files attached
to one of the emails.

Recordings from when Sworder
and Herbert were students

on placement at Stanford University
in the US.

There's another student with them,
a Jyoti Kirmani.

The audio files only recently
surfaced.

I'm not sure what
he was planning to do,

but it's obvious from these emails
that Mr Herbert was very angry.

Oh.

-odd years of your friend taking
the glory for your work.

It's going to hurt.

Well, I tried to take legal action
in the past over what Sworder did.

Until now, there was no evidence.

See, I never made any
notes about my theory.

It was all just
floating around in my head.

And in the past, what did he say
when you accused him

of stealing your hypothesis?

He said, "Our recollections
about what was said that day"

"were obviously very different."

So... what?
You just accepted what he'd done?

I resigned myself to
accepting what he'd done.

Mine and Bertrand's paths would
cross every now and then.

Conferences, seminars.
And I saw that the book had made him

quite the revered figure
in the astronomers' community.

So I realised I was only really
harming myself by holding a grudge.

These audiotapes, how did you come
to be in possession of them?

It was Sunil Singh.

He was approached by someone
who knew Jyoti Kirmani.

She was at Stanford
when you were both there? Yes. Yes.

Sadly, Jyoti d*ed recently,
back home in India

and the tapes were uncovered.

And what was your plan, coming here
to Saint Marie to meet him?

Renumeration, my boy.

My share of the spoils.

Bertrand made a small
fortune from that book.

Not to mention the reputation
he gained.

And he agreed to pay.

Otherwise, I made it clear
that Sunil and I would go

to the press and tell
the world the truth.

It was you and Mr Singh who
organised the press conference.

Your insurance plan?

I needed Bertrand to know that we
meant business.

But then he d*ed before he could
pay you the money. Yes.

Even in death,
Bertrand has the last word.

And the last word is "cheat".

Hmm!

It's still there. Hmm?

The resentment.

If you are suggesting that
I k*lled him,

Inspector, then answer me this -
why would I k*ll a man

the night before he was
about to pay me

three-quarters of a million pounds?

Here you go, madam. Thank you.

That's him over there.

Eddie Fingers Marlow,
the finest pickpocket on the island.

The waitress I spoke to at the cafe
said when she was locking up

on the night of the m*rder,

she saw a man in a loud two-piece
coming down from Cap Michelle,

riding a scooter,
chewing a toothpick

and I knew it had to be Eddie.

And what time did she say
she saw him?

A few minutes after the eclipse.

So, he could be our m*rder*r?
No, no, no.

Eddie is... many things,
but he's not a k*ller.

But I do want to know what
he was doing up at Cap Michelle

that night and what he saw. Well,
then, let's go and speak to him.

Wait, wait, wait. Darlene, Darlene.

Eddie's a bit of a slippery
customer.

A sight of a uniform
and he gets really twitchy.

So, just leave this one to me.

All right? OK.

Yo, Marlon Pryce! Ha-ha-ha!

Yo, bro! Look at you,
all dressed up in your finery.

Even got a little
crease in your pants, eh?

So...

Thank you.

Just spoke to the victim's bank.

They knew nothing of any
payment to Mr Herbert,

but, apparently, three days ago,
Professor Sworder arranged

for his entire estate to be put in

an asset protection trust
in his wife's name.

Really? It gives her sole
responsibility of his entire estate.

He and his wife have a
home on the island, don't they?

Want to pay her a visit? Yes, I do.

All right.

Thank you for your help, sweetheart.

So? What did he say?

Well, on the record,
he was up at Cap Michelle,

doing a bit of stargazing.
And off the record?

Fleecing tourists.
Well, doesn't he sound charming!

The thing is, Marlon, I called
in a check on that scooter of his,

just to make sure.

Those are fake licence plates,

which means that scooter's more
than likely stolen.

Ah. Oh, brother!
Right, wait here. Marlon.

No, no. Why do I have to wait here?
Darlene, I know this guy, OK?

And I know how to handle him,
so, just...

Yo, yo. Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Yo, yo, Marlon! Marlon! Marlon!

It's no good for business

if you've got officers hanging
around all day long, you know?

Where did you get this scooter,
Eddie? Scooter? Ha-ha!

Scooter, scooter.

No, no, what's he up to?

Well... Yo, yo,
you dropped something, you know.

Wait, Eddie! Stop, police!

Darlene... He's getting
away on the scooter, Marlon.

You don't think I know that?! Start
the engine! I don't have the key.

Huh.

Like I said, a real slippery fish.

So what are we going to do now?

Um... Eddie's a hard guy to track
down. Lives off the grid, you know.

But, um, don't worry about it.
I'll, um... I'll think of something.

I'll think of something.

I'm sorry, I refuse to believe it.
Bertrand didn't plagiarise anything.

We have the evidence, Mrs Sworder.
It's pretty clear cut.

Then it's been faked
and you've been had!

You know, Jeremy Herbert has
lived in Bertrand's shadow

since the moment they met.

Why else do you think Mr Herbert
ended up running a two-bit

observatory in some godforsaken
part of Yorkshire?

It wasn't out of choice,
I can tell you that much.

Bless you.

Thank you.

What about the asset
protection trust?

Don't tell me
you didn't know about that.

It required your signature,
as well as his.

He leaves everything
in your protection in the event

of his death and then three days
later, he's m*rder*d.

That's quite a coincidence.

I don't need my husband's money,
Inspector.

I have my own.

But more importantly than that,
I loved my husband very much,

which is why I wouldn't shove the
man over a cliff.

Please, close
the door on your way out!

She took that in her stride.

Something in here's got
right up my nose

and I'm not just talking about her.
It's pretty dusty in here, sir.

How's it going? I found the journals
Professor Sworder wrote in.

This one from covered the time
he and Mr Herbert were at Stanford.

Haven't had time to read
through it yet.

Might give us some insight into

what actually went
on between them, though.

Anything of interest in here? Empty.

What, both of them? Yeah.

OK, well, let's get all this stuff
back to the station, eh?

Hmm.

So, we now know that
the victim's career

and reputation was founded on a
-year-old lie that he propagated.

And that two of our
suspects were in possession

of the evidence to prove so.

But we're still left asking
ourselves how one of the four

suspects managed to drag Professor
Sworder away from his telescope

and push him over a cliff
edge in total and utter silence.

I don't care who you are, someone
tries to throw you off a cliff,

you let people know about it.

For as long and as loud as you can.

Yeah.

So, how did they do it,

in the few minutes everyone was
focused on the eclipse?

Pull yourself together!

So, this is where you're hiding!

Can a man not take some time
to go fishing

without a search party being called?

Not when he's
the head of the police force.

And it's not like you to just
disappear. I haven't disappeared.

No? No!

So, what are you doing here?

I just needed a little time
to myself, time to think.

Andrina has written to me. Ah!

She, understandably, has
a lot of questions she wants to ask.

It's only natural of her, no?

I'm just not sure this is something
I want in my life right now.

It is a big change.

Meeting your daughter
for the first time.

We're strangers, the two of us.

What answers can I give her
when I know nothing about her?

And...

..what if she comes all this way...

..and we find out
we don't even like each other?

Then, so be it.

She flies home again
and you get on with your lives.

So, you think I should meet her.

I think I'm the wrong person to ask.

The thought of not having
Cam in my life, couldn't imagine it.

But only you can decide, Selwyn.

All I would say is

maybe spending all this
time by yourself is not healthy.

OK, that is Antares...

..which means that is Scorpius.

Ha!

Oh!

Harry!

Harry, move!
Go on, get out of the way!

Who are you talking to? Hey.

Well, um, don't judge me,

but, um, I was talking to a lizard.

Erm, Sophie, this is Harry,

Harry, Sophie.

Hello, Harry. How are you doing?

That's actually lizard
for, "Hello, Sophie."

Right. A pet lizard and a telescope.

I mean,
that's some serious nerdiness.

Well, in my defence,
the lizard was here when I moved in.

But the telescope is all me.
A bit of a childhood hobby.

Catherine said you've been
visiting the other islands.

Yeah. I went trekking
in the rainforest in Dominica.

It was beautiful.

Knocked spots off Heaton Park.

I was wondering if...
I was wondering...

Oh.. No, sorry. You... You go first.
You go.

Right, I was just passing and
I thought I'd stop by and say hello.

And see if maybe you'd want to
go for a drink tomorrow night?

That is exactly what I was going
to say. Great... Great minds.

Um... I would love that. Yeah?
I would love it. Yeah.

Um...

We... We could have a
glass of wine on the beach.

Sounds lovely.

All right, well, I'll let you
two get back to whatever it was

you were arguing about.

Night, then.

Night, Sophie.

Harry?

I think I've got myself a date.
Whoa!

Harry?

Harry? Sorry, mate.

You OK?

When he left Stanford and returned
to the UK in December ' ,

Bertrand Sworder was determined to
"win Miriam back", as he puts it.

"I know if Miriam is to love me,
like I love her,"

"I need to make something of myself
and be somebody."

Is that why he plagiarised
The Great Occultation?

A way of making his mark
on the world?

Darlene?

Oh, this... This better be good

because I had eight more minutes
of sleep left on my alarm clock.

So, I was leafing through
the small ads

in the Saint Marie Times
over breakfast...

You've had breakfast already?
..and I saw this.

Look!

"Silver grey scooter for sale,
$ ."

Eddie's scooter.

He's selling it?
Eddie doesn't know me,

I could phone and pretend that
I was interested in buying it,

arrange to meet him, then we can go
and slap the cuffs on him.

Yeah, we could do that.

But I already put the word out
to some of my contacts.

So leave it to me, OK?

I think you and me need to have a
little tete-a-tete. A what-a what?

I decided to become a police officer

because I was fed
up of feeling left out.

And for the last two days,

thanks to you, I could not have
felt more like a spare part.

Look, I didn't mean to make
you feel like that.

OK, I'm sorry.
But this is new for me, too.

Being a senior officer.

I... I guess I just wanted to show
you that I could do it.

I just want us to work as a team.
I want that as well.

So, if we are going to bring
in Eddie, we do it together. Mm-hm.

So, go and make the call.

Beautiful morning, isn't it?

Oh! Ooh! Sorry, Naomi. Sir! Should
have looked where I was going.

Are you all right this morning, sir?
Absolutely could not be better.

Top of the world. Very productive
evening last night. That's great.

So, I was reading through
Professor Sworder's journal.

Turns out, he and Jyoti Kirmani
has a brief fling

when they were at Stanford together.
When he got back to England,

she contacted him to say that she
was pregnant with his baby.

But there's no mention anywhere of
him having a child.

He didn't want anything
to do with it.

I think he had his heart set
on marrying Miriam by that point.

But here's the thing, something
about the dates was niggling at me.

Jyoti Kirmani contacted him
in August '

to say she was one month pregnant,

which would make the baby's
birthday around March ' , right?

Have a look at Sunil Singh's
date of birth.

March .

Now look at his full name.

Sunil Singh Kirmani. He's always
abbreviated it to Sunil Singh,

but Kirmani is his real last name.

I checked with the Indian
authorities,

he is Jyoti and Bertrand's son.

But he hasn't said this to anyone.
Exactly.

Long lost son turns up to find
the man who abandoned his mother

and then... The father turns up
dead at the bottom of a cliff.

I, um... Ahem. I was when my
mother told me who my father was.

But you didn't make contact?

She made it clear to me that he had
little interest in being a father.

So, when your mother passed away,
you found the tapes?

The recordings of her,
Professor Sworder and Mr Herbert?

I was... flabbergasted,
quite honestly.

What I heard, what Jeremy Herbert
was saying.

About The Great Occultation?

He was clearly proposing the theory
that Professor Sworder had

since published as his own.

It left me no choice but to contact
Jeremy and let him know.

He deserved to have the
truth come out.

And when you arrived
here on Saint Marie,

under the guise of coming to see
the conjunction eclipse,

did you confront the professor?

Tell him who you really were?

No. And not because I feared
his rejection after all these years.

Because I had no desire to associate
myself in any way

with such a fraudulent man.

So, to be clear, this trip out here
to Saint Marie was just,

what, an act of pure altruism?

To help Jeremy Herbert,
a man who you hardly knew?

Are you sure you weren't
trying to exact some

sort of revenge on your absent
father?

I'd be lying if I said no.

But sincerely, Inspector,

that desire for revenge

did not extend to m*rder.

I can assure you.

Come on, Eddie.

Where are you?

Move!

Mr Marlow?

You're Talisha?
Mm-hm, that's me, honey.

I have the money right here.
You know?

You don't look much like a woman
that should be riding round

on this scooter, you know?

You look like you've got
a bit of class about you. Mm!

I didn't come here to be flirted
with, I'll have you know.

I am a married woman, Eddie.

That is a shame! I could have got
used to flirting with you!

You are a bad man, I could just
tell, but since you ask,

the scooter's not for me.
It's for my son.

He just passed his test,
so I thought I'd just give him

a little gift.

I don't really know
much about these things,

so would you mind turning
the engine on for me?

I just want to make sure it's
all in working order.

Talisha, Talisha, Talisha! Whoo!

Your wish is my command.

Purrs like a kitten, she does.

What you doing?

Trainee Officer Darlene Curtis.

I am arresting you, Eddie Marlow,

on suspicion of handling
stolen goods.

This is Marlon's doing, right?

Well,
you have to tell Marlon from me

he's going to have to wake up a lot
earlier to catch me out!

Argh!

As it happens, Eddie, I did get up
early this morning.

Argh!

Only eight minutes early, mind.

But I guess that's all
I really needed, huh?

Let's go.

And you're sure about that?

OK. I appreciate your help.

Inspector, DS Thomas.

We know that Eddie put false
plates on the scooter.

So I checked the serial number with
the vehicle licensing agency.

The scooter is registered to
Professor Bertrand Sworder.

The scooter belongs to the victim?

Look, Officer,
I wasn't lying when I said I went up

to Cap Michelle to do some dipping.

So, how did you end up walking away
with Professor Sworder's scooter?

It was coming up to half-midnight
when I came across his scooter.

It was sitting there, hidden in some
bushes, key in the ignition.

It's like it was asking to be taken
and I'm only human, you know.

The victim travelled to Cap Michelle
in his own car with Miriam, right?

Mm-hm. So,
what's his scooter doing up there?

If I tell you something
that I saw whilst

I was up there that night,
will it go in my favour?

You know? If it helps the case,

it could potentially be taken into
account when you're sentenced, yes.

All right.

I was heading back with the scooter
when I heard voices.

Hushed, but intense, you know.

So, I went to check it out.

And that's when I saw
the professor guy, you know,

the one who was k*lled.

He was with this young woman, s,
short, brown hair.

Sally Blake. She was crying.

Sally, I'm sorry. Please!
This needs to stop! Please!

She was worked up and he was saying
something like, um...

You weren't even supposed
to be here!

I hate you!
I need you out of my life!

Did you hear any more than that?

That was it.

Him disappear
and she stood there, crying.

She looked like she was...
She was really, really hurting.

Were you in a relationship
with Bertrand?

Is that what it was?

But you cared about him.

I never had friends growing up.

People don't like it
when you're smarter than them.

I was just the weird science girl.

Even when I went to university,
I just found it hard to connect.

I'm not good at being around people.
Professor Sworder was different?

Ever since I was a kid, I just
thought he was so... brilliant.

That's why you came to study
under him? He was so supportive.

And encouraging.

I've never felt that comfortable
with anyone before.

But it wasn't reciprocated.

About a month ago,
I told him how I felt.

And the look on his face,
I knew straight away I'd ruined it.

I'd ruined everything.
What did he say?

He suggested that I find another
professor to mentor me,

that we stop working together.

You weren't supposed to
be on this trip, were you?

I just thought he'd come around.

See what we'd be together, but...

..that night on the Cap Michelle,

he said I should get some
counselling,

that I had things
I needed to work through.

That he wanted me out of his life.

And how did that make you feel?

Angry? Frustrated?

I know I need to sort myself out.

But I swear - I wouldn't k*ll him.

I couldn't.

Darlene spoke with Miriam Sworder.

She was as surprised as we were

when she found out the professor's
scooter was up at Cap Michelle.

She didn't even know it was missing.

So neither her nor her
husband put it there?

Anything in it? Erm...

There's this.

But it's probably nothing, right?

If we accept that one of these four
suspects k*lled Professor Sworder,

we still have no idea how he or
she could have done it.

Well, there were three other
witnesses present

when the k*ller pushed
Professor Sworder from the cliff.

And I refuse to believe that
that could have happened

without at least one of
them hearing something.

A cry for help, the sound of
a scuffle,

a scream as the poor man
fell to his death.

I mean, that's what you do
if you fall to your death, right?

You scream.

Unless he didn't actually fall.

Erm... But he did, sir.

I mean, we found him
at the bottom of the cliff, dead.

No, I know. I know that,
but what if he didn't actually fall?

Not then, anyway.
I have to be honest, sir.

I have no idea what tree you're
barking up right now.

It's the only feasible way a man
could be k*lled in plain sight

of three witnesses without any of
them realising what was going on.

There's this.

She went to the pay phone,
we jumped in the car.

Anything of interest in here? Empty.

The scooter is registered to
Professor Bertrand Sworder.

Ha!

Marlon, Darlene,
can you get over to the courthouse?

We're going to need
a search warrant.

What is it you need searching?

Somewhere we didn't even
know existed.

All of the evidence in this case
initially pointed to.

Professor Bertrand Sworder's fatal
fall being a su1c1de.

All the evidence, that is,

apart from this.

Professor Sworder kept this
crossword

because he was confident that he
would not in fact die that night,

even though that's exactly
how it would have appeared

to the rest of you,
because, you see,

Professor Sworder had come up with
a plan to fake his own death.

Why?

Because he had no desire to face
the humiliation

of being exposed as a plagiarist.

Or to give up the riches he earned
over the years off the back of it.

That's why he came up with a plan
to stage his own su1c1de

and then go into hiding
until he could begin his life anew

in another part of the world.

It's also why he transferred
his whole estate into a trust

where no-one except his wife
would be able to get to it,

because we now know that Mrs Sworder
was in on the plan

with her husband
from the very start.

This is all nonsense.

All of it!

It's not nonsense, Mrs Sworder.
We have the evidence.

My DS and I just searched the
clifftops again, except this time,

a little further along from where
you were all sitting.

You know what we found?

Two holes in the ground
a couple of feet apart.

And...

..this climbing anchor. We believe
a rope ladder was fixed there

the night of the m*rder
by Professor Sworder himself.

A rope ladder? Yes.

Because, you see, Professor Sworder
didn't actually fall to his death.

Well, not at first, anyway.

The afternoon of the
Great Occultation, Professor Sworder

drove to Cap Michelle on his scooter
and left it, hidden.

From the scooter's top box,
he removed the rope ladder.

He then proceeded to the clifftop
to secure the rope ladder

a safe distance away from the edge
from where you'd all be gathering,

not to be seen.
He then headed back to the car park

where Mrs Sworder was already
parked up.

There, they both waited for the rest
of you to arrive for the main event.

Now, it was during the three minutes
and seconds

of the conjunction eclipse,

while the rest of you were
transfixed by what was

happening in the sky, Professor
Sworder left his telescope...

..walked out of sight
to the rope ladder,

made his way down to the beach.

He then headed back over to the area
directly beneath

where you were all sitting
and there he lay down

on the rocks as if he'd fallen,

so that
when you went searching for him,

and saw him lying down there,
you would assume the worst.

Over here!

We know it was you, Miss Blake,
who went to phone the police

while Mr Kirmani and Mr Herbert
drove to the harbour

to arrange a boat
to travel back to the beach.

Now, we think that Mrs Sworder
probably subtly encouraged

you all to do these things

because she and Bertrand needed
time alone for him

to get back up the rope ladder.

What on earth was
he going to do after that?

Well, the plan, we think, was for
him to then use the scooter

to make his way back here
to the villa,

so that when you and Mr Kirmani
arrived at the beach,

you would assume that his body had
just been washed out to sea.

And Mrs Sworder, of course, could
confirm this and claim

that she'd seen
the whole thing happen.

Meanwhile, once back home,
Bertrand could hide himself away.

Well, until the dust settled.

It's pretty dusty in here, sir.

Until the dust settled!

See, it was the dust that got me
thinking, Mrs Sworder.

That and the two filing cabinets
placed next to each other

that had absolutely
nothing inside them.

Inspector, Sarge.

Just as you suspected.
We found the rope ladder.

You know, Mrs Sworder,

if there is one thing guaranteed to
make me sneeze, it's plaster dust.

Which was deposited all over
the study, having been used

by Bertrand to build a wall to
create the extra room.

The filing cabinets placed there
to hide the entrance.

So, that was the plan,

as originally conceived
for Professor Bertrand Sworder

to fake his own death.

But that's not exactly
how it played out.

Is it, Mrs Sworder?

Because when Bertrand climbed
his way back to the clifftop,

you must have called him
over to you.

This is it. This is our chance
to start all over.

So, now, he's standing on a
clifftop, directly above

the exact spot in which he'd been
seen a few minutes earlier.

And that is where you pushed him
over the edge.

Argh! Argh!

You must have then hurried down to
the beach to make sure he was lying

in roughly the same position he'd
been seen a few minutes previously.

And then you came back to the
clifftop, gathered the rope ladder,

and hid it in your car,

before bringing it back here to
hide in the secret room.

Why?

Why did you do that to him?

Because he broke her heart,
Miss Blake.

"I know if Miriam is to love me
like I love her,"

"I need to make
something of myself."

He knew he had to present to you
a man who was...

Who was going to be a somebody.

That's why he stole
Mr Herbert's discovery

about The Great Occultation and then
wrote this whole book about it.

And it worked. I believe you really
did fall in love with him,

with the great
Professor Bertrand Sworder.

And that's why
when he had to come to you

and admit that this successful man
that you'd fallen in love with

was nothing more than a fraud,
I think, in that moment,

you felt that your whole marriage,

the last -odd years of your life,
has been nothing but a lie.

When I saw him climbing over
the edge of that cliff,

he looked so pathetic.

And I hated him.

And I couldn't stop myself.

Miriam Sworder,

you're under arrest for the m*rder
of Professor Bertrand Sworder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something which you may
later rely on in court.

Probably nothing.

To Darlene, congratulations
on completing

your first case as an officer.

And you know? I couldn't have had
a better team-mate supporting me.

Ah, back at you,
Trainee Officer Curtis.

Oh, and before I forget,

Eddie Marlow said to give you this.

His phone number. What?

Well, once he found out you wasn't
actually married,

he said if you fancy a drink once
gets out of prison, give him a call.

Why on earth would he think that
I'd want to go out with

a good-for-nothing pickpocket
like himself? Hmm? OK.

But never say never, though.

Inspector?

Oh! Sir!

I know you've been trying
to get hold of me

over the last couple of days.

I've had some personal matters to
attend to. Yeah, no problem, sir.

I understand. Neville.
For your date with Sophie.

Oh! A little liquid aphrodisiac.

Merci, Catherine.

Erm... Much appreciated.

Evening, Selwyn.

Catherine. How's everything?

Have you thought any
more about Andrina?

I've written to tell her
I need more time to think.

That way, if nothing else,
at least I'm being honest.

Wait, wait.

You organised an after school
board game club? Yeah.

Every other Tuesday, four till six.
What can I say? I like board games.

And you had a stamp collection?

Yeah, but I was a kid.

You still have an actual telescope.
No, no.

You are at least as big
a nerd as I am. At least! All right.

Maybe. Definitely.

So, don't laugh at me,

but I've never really done
the holiday romance thing before.

Uh... Well, I guess
I haven't, either.

But...

Is that what this is, then?

I mean...

I'd enjoy spending some more time
together while I'm here.

But it is only ten days.

Is that going to be a problem?

Well,
we're both intelligent human beings,

who know what they're doing.

Right? I mean, I am!
I can't speak for you.

If you don't see a problem,

and I don't see a problem, then...

Then that's sorted, then.

Yeah.

♪ ..Mean the world to me, baby

♪ Ma-ma-ma ma-ma

♪ And we will never, never part

♪ Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma... ♪

The police are here.
They're looking for Kit,

he was supposed to
be in court this morning.

Preppers?
People who make preparations to try

and survive a global disaster
or catastrophe.

We've got a dead body, Inspector.
So, he d*ed in the bunker?

This doesn't end well for us,
does it?

You've decided you want to apply
to be a sergeant?

Is there a problem, sir?

Are you and Sophie still going
jet-skiing this evening? Oh, man!

This, I have to see! Why would
they need g*ns like that?

She's coming this way, Sarge!
Step away, now!