I know it's daunting,
comes ready-made with all sorts
of pain and heartache,
but it can be so worth it.
If I do want to find the one,
I'm going to have to
put myself out there.
I'm leaving Saint Marie.
And I missed him...
...more than I thought I would.
I'm at the airport.
I really wanted to see you before.
I know.
Just our luck, eh?
HE SIGHS
Not a fan of flying either, eh?
You what, mate?
Er, I just...
..I thought that you looked
a little anxious, like me.
Yeah. Yeah.
It's part of the journey.
You know, it's... it's the landing
that I dread the most.
Statistically speaking,
it's the most likely time
when there's going to be
a mechanical malfunction,
so, you know, that's when...
Argh...
HE MIMICS expl*si*n
HE CHUCKLES
Really?
Sorry, this isn't helping at all,
is it? I'm sorry.
Do you know what always works
for me is...
...a couple of antihistamines.
Helps calm your nerves.
Just don't tell my doctor, eh?
Ah, secret's safe with me.
Yeah. Do you want some?
Er, do you know...? No, sorry.
I'll just... go to the toilet.
Oh.
TANNOY: Good afternoon.
Flight AH142 to Dominica
will shortly be ready
for boarding.
- Have a good flight.
- Thank you.
- Enjoy the flight.
- Thank you.
But it's your night to have Dorsey.
You can't just suddenly
change your plans.
She's been looking forward
to this all week.
Thank you.
HE EXHALES
I'm sorry, sir,
is everything all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just took a couple of antihistamines
and I forgot I'd had a few rum punches
on my leaving do.
Just a bit light-headed.
I'll sleep it off on the plane.
OK. Well, if you feel any worse,
please let me know.
Thank you.
HE SIGHS
All right, mate?
Oh, I, um... I'm fine. Really.
ECHOING: Want some water?
Oh, no, thank you. I just, um...
Just need to sleep.
COMMS: My name is
Captain Peter Holcroft.
Air Traffic have given us
the all clear,
so please make sure your
safety belts are securely fastened,
sit back and enjoy the short
flight to Dominica.
Prepare for take off.
Excuse me, sir,
could you please put that away
for take off?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.
At last, you're here!
It's so good to see you.
Welcome back.
It was such a shame you missed Neville.
It's exciting he's going travelling.
I'm pleased for him.
Mm.
It's my family.
Je reviens. Je m'en occupe.
Hello.
COMMS: We're about to begin our
descent into Dominica.
Please make sure your safety belts
are securely fastened.
Monette, that's ten minutes to landing.
- Excuse me.
- Hi.
Where's the guy that was sitting there?
I'm sorry, sir?
The guy that...
Red baseball cap,
brightly coloured shirt -
where's he gone to?
I don't know who you mean.
There's nobody else on this plane, sir.
It's just you and that other gentleman.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
MONSIEUR COTY: I'm going to drive
over to you as soon as I can.
Sir, the First Officer swears the
guy never got on the plane,
but I know that's not the case.
Describe this missing passenger
to me again.
Early 20s,
Hawaiian shirt, red baseball cap.
I remember him distinctly.
Then, I think we may have
a slight problem, Inspector.
That's him. That's the guy I saw on
the plane, definitely.
Ah. b*llet wound to the abdomen.
Paramedics think death
was due to loss of blood.
Commissioner?
Found a passport in the victim's bag.
Name's Kurt Henderson, 24 years old.
What else was in the bag?
Er, just phone, laptop, but I can
process those back at the station.
Nothing else of much interest.
Anything in his pockets?
Just his wallet.
Not much cash. No house
or flat keys.
Commissioner, I've taken a look around,
and there's no sign of a g*n anywhere.
The guy who found the body
said the beach was otherwise empty.
All right.
Finish processing the scene,
then head over to the airport and
speak with the authorities there.
- OK, sir.
- Commissioner.
Inspector...
...this is strange indeed.
Are you sure this young man
was on board that plane with you?
Positive.
But no-one else saw him, you say?
HE SIGHS
Let me speak to them again.
Sir, since I'm already across this,
and I would really like to get to
the bottom of it,
would you be happy if I came back
to lead the investigation?
- Of course.
- Thanks, sir.
One last case, eh?
Excuse me? Hey, er, how much longer
is this going to take?
Because I have drinks with
a local tour operator at 6.00.
I'm sorry, Monsieur Coty,
but I'm going to have to speak
with you all again.
So, there has been a development.
The man I saw on board the plane
under an hour ago
has since been found m*rder*d
on a beach in Saint Marie, which means,
Mr Holcroft, your plane is now a
possible crime scene,
so it will be sealed today
by the local police
and then flown back to Saint Marie
tomorrow for processing.
But surely, if this man's been
found dead back in Saint Marie,
that proves he couldn't have got
on the plane, doesn't it?
Not to me, it doesn't, Mr Holcroft.
We've got the flight manifest here.
That shows...
Yeah, there was a third passenger
due to fly with us today,
name of Kurt Henderson.
Kurt Henderson?
That's the guy found on the beach.
He definitely did check in,
but he didn't show for boarding.
I even went to look for him
at the gate.
This is him.
Ring any bells?
No, it's like I told you,
when I entered the cockpit,
I noticed Monsieur Coty,
but I don't remember seeing
that young man.
Monsieur Coty, weren't you at the
departure gate with both of us?
I remember someone else at the gate.
Might have been him.
But not on the plane.
NEVILLE SIGHS
Isn't it possible you just
imagined it, Inspector?
I really don't think I did.
Well...
Monette?
I'm sorry, it's just that you did say
you were feeling rather light-headed,
you know, from the alcohol
and the antihistamines, so...
Is this true?
HE CHUCKLES Well, then,
that explains it, doesn't it?
I admit I was feeling a little woozy,
but I wasn't hallucinating.
I saw Kurt Henderson sitting behind
me on that plane.
I even spoke to him.
Commissioner!
Finally!
Oh-ho!
You are actually here.
Yes, I am.
Catherine told me what happened to you.
Your injury. Ah...
You never said.
It's gone. It's over.
Let's move on. Hmm?
I'm really happy to see you.
And I have to say, you look good.
PHONE CHIMES
- Give me a second.
- OK, OK.
It's from Neville...
...saying he's coming back
to Saint Marie.
Albeit temporarily, DI Parker's
returning first thing in the morning
to head up a m*rder investigation.
I'll get to see him, after all.
- Morning.
- Morning, Naomi.
Darlene.
Oh, look!
It's the human boomerang!
Welcome back, Chief.
Good to see you again, Dwayne.
And you, sir.
So, where are we at?
Er, the postmortem and lab reports
have come through.
Cause of death as suspected.
g*nsh*t residue and scorch marks
indicate the g*n was fired
close to the body.
And the b*llet was a 9mm calibre,
probably fired from a p*stol.
We also collected CCTV footage
from inside the airport
showing Kurt Henderson
going through passport control
and heading towards the departure gate.
Anything outside the terminal?
Nope, which means
we still only have your word
that the victim
actually got on the plane.
Which he definitely did.
If you say so, Chief.
Officer Myers is right.
We've so far nothing to explain
how it was you saw
the victim on board that plane,
when three other independent
witnesses didn't.
I don't know, sir.
I struggle to believe
that they're all lying.
Until yesterday, they hadn't even
met each other.
Monette Gilbert was on
her first-ever shift
with Peter Holcroft,
and Raphael Coty lives in Paris
and has never been
to the Caribbean before.
Is there anything we've dug up,
any links to the victim?
I've been through the victim's
mobile phone
and email correspondence.
There is nothing suggesting
that he knew
any of the three people on the plane.
Dwayne and I had a trawl
through the victim's
and the suspects'
social media, Inspector.
Again, Chief, nothing.
Sir, 1... I know what I saw.
Kurt Henderson was
definitely on board that plane.
Then, you'll need to prove it,
Inspector.
Is there anything else we've uncovered
that might help?
We do have one lead.
I spoke to the victim's parents
last night.
According to them, Kurt Henderson
had been staying
with a married couple
for the last four months.
Taylor and Chelsea Fielding,
they're called.
NAOMI: I found a text thread on the
victim's phone
between him and a friend.
Turns out Kurt had been
a very naughty boy,
as had Mrs Fielding.
You mean they'd been...?
Exactly that.
Except, in the couple of days
leading up to his m*rder,
Kurt was texting his friend,
saying Chelsea Fielding was
getting too intense.
Infatuated, even.
Said she wanted to leave
her husband and run away with him.
So Kurt Henderson abandons
Chelsea Fielding
just as she's ready to commit to him...
...and then ends up dead on a beach.
When did you and your husband
first meet Kurt?
A few months ago now.
Kurt had been travelling.
He was skint, and Taylor warmed
to Kurt straight away.
Said he'd give him a job,
save up some pennies.
What does your husband do?
He's a property developer.
And did you like Kurt?
Get on with him?
Yeah.
Yeah, he was a laugh.
Obviously left in a bit of
a hurry, though,
leaving all his clothes behind.
Yeah. I hadn't noticed.
We found these texts
on Kurt's phone, Mrs Fielding.
They're between him and a friend.
Well...
This is true, I take it,
what he's saying about you both?
SHE SIGHS
It's just... I don't know.
The fact that you're not immediately
denying it is quite telling.
Look, I love it out here,
Taylor's so good to me,
but it can get boring lying around
a swimming pool all day.
Guess I just wanted a bit
more from life
and went looking for it
in the wrong place.
Is it true that you told Kurt
you'd leave your husband for him?
I don't think I meant that, not really.
I just said it in the moment, you know?
And how did you feel
when Kurt said he was leaving?
Angry?
A bit.
But not "k*ll him" kind of angry,
if that's what you're suggesting.
Really, I wouldn't have hurt Kurt,
whatever he'd done.
The obvious question, Chelsea,
that we have to ask is,
did your husband find out
about what was going on
between you and Kurt?
TAYLOR: I'd suspected for a
couple of weeks.
You notice things
when you're living with someone
and their behaviour changes.
When she was around Kurt,
there was just something in the air,
you know?
And what confirmed your suspicions?
Yesterday afternoon,
I got back from work.
Everything all right?
It's Kurt. He left.
It was just odd, you know,
after everything...
...him just upping and leaving
without even saying goodbye.
Just kind of confirmed
everything for me.
You were sleeping with him,
weren't you?
SHOUTS: Weren't you?
GLASS SHATTERS
Then what happened?
HE SCOFFS
What do you think?
We argued.
Well, I say argued,
it was less an argument
and more just me just
getting angry and shouting.
And...?
I don't want to lose her.
That's what it boils down to.
I love her.
I still love her, so...
...we're just going to
try and get through this.
So, then, you didn't go after Kurt?
Didn't want to teach him a lesson?
All I was focused on was us.
One more thing we have to ask.
Kurt's body was found
at six o'clock yesterday evening.
He was last seen alive around 5.00.
We were here, Inspector, all night.
Tay...
I really am sorry.
Look, we're going to get through
this, all right?
And we're going to be stronger for it.
So what do you make of
Mr and Mrs Fielding, Inspector?
They've both got strong motive
and no real alibi.
Oh, it's Florence! Florence!
Florence!
- Florence!
- Uh, Inspector, maybe you should...
Yeah, yeah.
- Ooh!
- Florence!
HE GASPS
Florence Cassell.
Hello, stranger.
Oh, am I happy to see you!
- Well, I'm happy to see you too.
- Come here.
Yeah.
Hey. It's so good to see you.
And not on a video call.
You too.
I can't believe you're here.
And what about you?
You'd already left.
Every time I get out...
AS MICHAEL CORLEONE:
..they pull me back in.
Hmm.
I was just coming to see you, actually.
So do you think you'll have time
for a drink maybe?
For you, Florence, I will make time.
Thanks.
PHONE RINGS
Honore Police Department,
Officer Dwayne Myers speaking.
Oh, Alphonse.
Oh, really?
Thank you for that. Oh, and,
Chief, the plane you and
the witnesses were on has just
landed back in Saint Marie.
Would you like me to go and start
processing it?
Er, yes, please, Dwayne,
that would be great.
So, how are we getting on
with these three?
Any closer to finding any links
between them and the victim?
So, we have received
Kurt's bank statements.
There is no financial connection.
Any other background?
Some, but it doesn't help either.
Raphael Coty.
Now, he works for a travel website.
He doesn't earn much,
but he gets to travel a lot.
It seems above board and legit...
...although I don't appear to have
his witness statement in the case file.
Oh, he had a prior work commitment,
so I said he could just
come here and do it when
he flies back from Dominica.
OK.
Er, so, Peter Holcroft.
He's lived on Saint Marie for 22 years,
has a charter plane business.
The only connection I could find
between him and the victim
is that Kurt bought a ticket
for the flight yesterday afternoon.
But even that was via
an online booking company.
Hmm. Co-pilot Monette Gilbert.
Saint Marie born and raised.
Recently divorced.
Has custody of
her six-year-old daughter.
So nothing at all to suggest
Kurt Henderson
had any interaction
with any one of these
before he boarded that plane.
That's if he even did board the plane.
But you said you saw him, Inspector.
You were adamant.
I still am.
I distinctly remember him sitting
behind me on that plane
and talking to me.
But...?
But why doesn't
anyone else remember it?
None of them appear to
have any reason to lie
and pretend they didn't see him, so...
...what's going on?
So, how does it feel to be back?
Must be great to see your family again.
Oh, yes. I missed them so much.
So what are your plans now?
SHE SIGHS
Being stuck in the same house
for so long...
maybe ['ll follow your lead
and do some travelling.
Well, I never thought I'd be the
one to say this, but...
...the thought of going away,
seeing the world, it's really,
properly exciting.
I'm so proud of you.
Well, it's mostly down to you,
you know.
When I first came here,
I wouldn't have done half
the things I have
if it wasn't for you encouraging me,
helping me,
pushing me.
You're a really important person
in my life.
What do you say? Another drink?
I've missed you, being away.
Yeah, me too.
And, er...
And I thought about you.
A lot.
I know you're leaving soon,
um, so I don't know what I'm
suggesting, but...
...but I wonder, is there any chance
we can spend some more time together?
The two of us?
You mean...?
I don't think I know what I mean.
I just know I'm liking
being back here with you.
Right.
I can't make any promises.
I know you got hurt before,
and I don't want to do that
to you again.
And I guess I'm still figuring
this out myself, so...
HE SIGHS
SHE SIGHS
I'm contrary, I know.
I'm just trying to be honest.
Er, yeah. No, um...
It's good to be honest.
Thank you... very much.
So...?
So, um...
Could I... think about it?
If that's all right?
Please?
Sure.
Yeah, you think about it, of course.
Well, I guess...
Goodnight, then.
- Morning.
- Morning.
So, er, how was your evening?
Oh, er, it was...
...fine.
It was fine.
OK. You and Florence have
a good time?
You must have had lots to talk about.
Yep. So what are we doing here?
Right.
So...
...Dwayne and Darlene finished
processing the plane
last night and, I'm afraid,
found none of Kurt Henderson's
fingerprints on board.
They focused on his seat,
armrest, safety belt -
found nothing.
Doesn't mean he wasn't
sitting there, though.
No, it doesn't,
but I've asked them to check
the plane again.
Oh, yeah?
I've done some digging into
Taylor Fielding.
Turns out he has a criminal record
both in the UK and the US,
mostly smuggling dr*gs.
This from the Miami Police?
Taylor was under surveillance
for six months
when he was suspected of
importing dr*gs from the Caribbean.
Now, he fled the States before
they had enough evidence
to arrest him, butt he most
important bit is...
They believed he was using
Peter Holcroft's charter plane
to courier the dr*gs.
Peter's business was in
financial struggle at the time.
He probably wanted the extra money
to keep it afloat.
Finally, we have a connection
between the victim
and anyone who was actually
on the plane.
Great work.
Look, I really don't know what you
want me to say about this.
Nothing was ever proven,
no arrest was ever made, so...
I understand that,
but if you are unwilling
to confirm the allegations
in this file...
Good, because I can tell you now,
that's not going to happen.
Nonetheless, there is some evidence
in here that is irrefutable.
The fact that Taylor Fielding
has in the past
chartered your plane a number of times.
Well...
And a few years later, a
young man who was staying with him
vanished from your aircraft and was
subsequently found m*rder*d.
Whoa-whoa-whoa.
What are you insinuating?
HE SCOFFS
That I did it?
That I m*rder*d this young man, what,
because Taylor asked me to?
On my life...
...Taylor and I have had no contact
whatsoever since all of...
Check my phone, my emails.
He hasn't approached me once.
So it was just a coincidence
that Kurt Henderson was on your plane?
Firstly, as I've already made
very clear,
Kurt Henderson never got on my plane!
The fact that he was due to...
Well...
...sorry to frustrate you, Inspector,
but a coincidence is exactly
what it is.
Inspector, we've got something for you.
Wait here, please, Mr Holcroft.
Ah, Chief! So, the sarge was right.
There's definitely been some
monkey business going on in here.
I looked under the seat...
...and there was a secret
compartment,
probably used for smuggling.
And more than that,
there's something in it.
That's a 9mm p*stol.
Same calibre that was used to
sh**t Kurt Henderson.
I've no idea how that got there.
You're saying it doesn't belong to you?
Of course not! I've never owned
a g*n in my life.
Who else knew about the smuggling
compartment under the seat?
HE SIGHS
No-one.
What about Monette?
No. No, definitely not.
How could she? We only met
two days ago.
So, then, who did put it there?
Well...
If that is the g*n that was used
to sh**t the victim,
do we have to start considering
the possibility
that maybe he was m*rder*d
on the plane?
We checked for traces of
blood yesterday
and we didn't find anything.
NEVILLE SIGHS
Although we know the g*n
was fired close to the body.
It's possible there was no
blood spatter.
But surely if there was a g*nsh*t,
- it would have woken him up.
- Mm-hm.
Unless a sil*ncer of some sort
was used?
There are some scratches on the
end of the barrel
near the muzzle.
Suggests a sil*ncer could
have been used.
But if Kurt Henderson
was sh*t on board the plane,
there had to be some sort of conspiracy
between the other three
people on board.
That's the only possible reason for
pretending they didn't see him,
if they were all somehow culpable
in his m*rder.
But none of them had met
the victim before.
Why would one of them sh**t him?
And why would three strangers
cover up a m*rder?
And even if that is what happened...
...how and why did Kurt's body
end up on the beach?
All valid questions...
...to which I have no answers.
But at least it's starting to look
like Kurt Henderson
was actually on board the plane,
like I said from the start, so...
...maybe I'm not going mad after all.
NEVILLE SIGHS
Do you think it would help
if 1 go round the shack
and get the Chief to, well,
you know, man up a bit?
It's a kind offer, Dwayne, but I
think he's probably best left alone.
I do get Neville's apprehension.
He was all ready to go travelling...
...and I turn up and say what I did.
I understand why it's thrown him.
But it made me realise how much
I cared about you,
and how important you were to me...
...as a friend.
HE SIGHS
- Hey.
- Hey.
Um...
- I'm sorry for interrupting.
- No, it's OK.
We were talking about you anyway.
Ah.
And I'm also sorry that...
...my reaction last night
was a little unexpected.
Just to warn you - what
I'm about to say
might be equally, if not more,
unexpected.
OK.
Noted.
Yeah. Um...
I think, in regard to your
offer last night,
as much as I don't want to,
I'm going to have to...
...respectfully decline.
Decline?
It sounds so formal.
I'm sorry, Florence. I wish
I was better at this sort of stuff.
Yeah, me too.
Uh...
Um... Yeah, I think...
The thing is...
...if we were going to give us a go,
and believe me, there's nothing
I'd like more...
...I kind of...
...I kind of want you to want it
as much as I want it,
and I don't think you do.
You said yourself, you don't know
where this is going to lead,
you can't make any promises,
and that's fine.
That's totally fine.
It wouldn't be fair of me to ask
for something you can't give.
But...
HE SIGHS
I can't help feeling that,
for my own self-preservation...
...I should probably bow out now.
I just feel like the...
fall back down would be...
even bumpier the second time around.
Oh, no, that's not good.
If a woman kisses you on the cheek,
then it's definitely game over.
He turned her down?
FLORENCE SIGHS
HE SIGHS
Morning, Inspector.
Look, I appreciate everyone's concern,
but I'd rather just focus on work.
The sooner we solve this case,
the sooner I can be on my plane.
Sure.
So, the lab confirmed the g*n we
recovered from the plane yesterday
was the one used to sh**t
Kurt Henderson.
So he was sh*t on board the plane?
That's what would make most sense,
except Taylor Fielding's prints
- were found on it.
- Well, that is interesting,
because I did some more
background on the suspects...
educational files, employment history,
tax records, council records.
As you'd expect, all very dull,
until... I found this.
A parking ticket administered
to Taylor Fielding's car.
Take a look at the time and date.
Between 5.00 and 5.20pm.
Same day as the m*rder?
He was parked outside the airport.
- Yep.
- So Taylor Fielding
must have followed the victim
to the airport
after he found out about the affair.
The fact that your fingerprints
are on the g*n
that was used to k*ll Kurt Henderson...
...that shows you had the means
to commit m*rder.
This parking ticket
proves that you were at the airport
that afternoon,
which means you had opportunity
to commit m*rder.
And we already know you have motive.
So, Mr Fielding,
what do you have to say?
I did it.
You're right.
It was me.
I went to the airport.
I found Kurt. I, um...
I took him to the beach and I sh*t him.
Taylor Fielding, I am arresting you
for the m*rder of Kurt Henderson.
You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you don't mention
something when questioned
that you later rely on in court.
No, I'm sorry. You can't.
You can't arrest him.
I'm afraid your husband
just confessed, Mrs Fielding.
Yeah, that's the problem.
There is no problem, all right?
Let's just get on with this, yeah?
- He's lying to you.
- Chels.
Don't, OK? Just leave it.
It wasn't him that did it.
Then, who did it?
Me.
It was me.
Chels...
You should have just kept
your mouth shut.
Stupid girl.
That afternoon, when Taylor came home
and I told him Kurt had left, well...
Well, you got this bad
feeling, didn't you, Tay?
Yeah, just knowing what Kurt was like,
always looking out for easy money.
So I came back here,
checked the safe...
...and it was empty.
He stole from you?
I felt like, um...
I don't know what the right words are
to describe it, but...
...it was my fault.
I hurt the man I love,
and then that idiot boy
went and stole from him.
So that's why you went after him?
Taylor looked so broken by it all,
So...
...I texted Kurt, told him not
to get on the plane.
Er, wait.
There were no texts from you
on his mobile phone.
We got a phone each
so that we could text.
It was his idea...
so that Taylor wouldn't find out
if he checked my mobile.
And what did you text him?
Told him not to get on the plane,
that Taylor had people waiting
for him in Dominica to hurt him.
I didn't know how else to stop him.
When I got to the airport,
I found Kurt outside
the departure hall.
And what did you say to him
when you saw him?
That I knew how to help him.
And then we drove to the beach,
where no-one would see us.
I knew Taylor's g*n was in
the glove compartment,
so I took it
and made Kurt give back
the 100K he stole and...
the burner phone as well.
- And he gave it all back?
- Yeah.
All of it?
BEEPING
Yeah, all of it.
And then?
Just seeing him there...
...and what he did to me,
to both of us...
...I was so angry.
And something in me...
It was like...
...a switch had flipped,
and I just pulled the trigger.
You should have let me go down for it.
I would have done that for you, Chels.
I've hurt you enough.
Sorry, sorry, just...
just hold on a sec.
Let's just rewind a minute.
You picked up Kurt from the airport,
having told him not to get
on the plane.
So he never actually boarded it?
No, I found him
after he'd snuck back round
the front of the terminal.
He said he'd got my text
and didn't get on board.
So if it wasn't Kurt Henderson
that I saw on the plane...
...who was it?
HE SIGHS
OK, thank you.
So...
...Taylor just admitted it was him
who wiped Chelsea's prints
off the g*n and hid it on the plane.
He realised we'd already searched it
so thought it would be safe there.
He knew how to access it
from hiring it from Peter Holcroft
previously.
Inspector?
Are you OK?
Am I...?
Did I...?
Did I just imagine all of it?
Kurt Henderson sitting on the
plane with me?
I mean, at the end of all this,
is the fact of the matter just that...
...he never did board the flight
to Dominica,
and Raphael Coty, Monette Gilbert,
the pilot, Peter Holcroft,
they were right all along? I just...
...I just imagined the whole thing?
I don't know, Inspector.
So, they've made an arrest.
It's the wife,
so we can breathe easy now.
HE EXHALES
NEVILLE SIGHS
Ah, Commissioner.
And what brings you
here this fine morning, sir?
I came to congratulate the Inspector
on solving his last case
here in Saint Marie.
Oh!
Hmm.
That doesn't look like the face
of a man
- feeling pleased with himself.
- It's not.
I do have a sense of satisfaction
at having arrested
Kurt Henderson's k*ller, but...
Sir, he's still getting hung up
over whether he saw the victim
on the plane or not.
From my understanding of the case
and what we know actually happened,
I assumed you'd accepted you
got it wrong.
- Fat chance of that.
- Hmph!
So, how do you explain it?
I can't.
Bonjour, bonjour!
Hi.
Monsieur Coty, what are you doing here?
To give my witness statement.
You said to come into the station
when I'm back on the island.
Yeah, yeah, of course. Sorry.
Leave it with me, Inspector.
Thanks, Darlene.
- I'll get you a chair.
- Thank you.
So, what do you want to do, Inspector?
You have your k*ller behind bars,
and with the case closed,
there's no reason for you
not to recommence your travels.
Inspector?
But if that's the case,
then that might explain it.
Or at least begin to explain it, right?
There is nothing suggesting
that he knew
any of the three people on the plane.
And he gave it all back?
Yeah.
There are some scratches
on the end of the barrel.
Suggests a sil*ncer could
have been used.
Psst!
Is he feeling all right?
Perhaps you should just wait outside.
OK.
Mm-hm. Oui, oui.
But if that's what happened,
then one of them is lying.
I mean, they're all lying,
obviously, but...
..I think there's a bigger lie
at the heart of it.
It's a long sh*t, but we need to
revisit the crime scene at the beach.
And we'll have to stop off at the shack
so I can pick up my metal detector.
HE EXHALES
Why am I not surprised that the
Chief has a metal detector?
More to the point,
what is he hoping to find?
DETECTOR WHINES
Ah.
Come on, come on, come on,
please be here. Please be here.
THUD
Bull's-eye.
OK, Dwayne.
Yeah, that's good to know.
And you're coming straight here, right?
OK, see you soon.
Phew! Well...
...this case has really tested me.
Ah, never before
have I doubted my own memory
as much as I have
in the last three days,
because although
I felt absolutely certain
that Kurt Henderson was sitting
behind me on the plane,
the other three people on board
insisted that he wasn't.
So I started to wonder if my...
my mind was playing tricks on me.
But it wasn't,
because Kurt Henderson did,
without question,
board that plane.
Didn't he, Monette?
Sorry...
And he was still on board the plane
while I drifted off to sleep,
whilst it was preparing for take off.
But then he got off.
Why?
Well, I think, Chelsea,
that even though you sent him a text
warning him not to get on the plane,
I think he didn't actually
check his phone
until he was already on board.
And then, fearing what might be
waiting for him
when he landed in Dominica,
felt he had no choice but to jump ship.
And you, Peter,
you, Monette, helped him to do that.
What?
Why would we?
That's a very good question.
Why would you do it?
...I imagine that your
first response
when he told you what he wanted to do
would have been to refuse point blank.
I need to get off the plane.
- What?
- Just open the door.
But I think he managed to find a way
of persuading you.
We got a warrant to search
your house, Mrs Gilbert.
And look at what we found.
$50,000.
That's a lot of money
to be lying around the house,
especially after a messy divorce.
And, Mr Holcroft, I have a suspicion
that once we finish
searching your property,
we'll find a similar amount.
Of course, there was a
third passenger sitting up there
near the front who would be
able to see and hear everything
that was going on
and see if the door was opened
and Kurt got out,
and he would, of course, have to be
included in the plan too.
Because $50,000 is also a lot of money
for a man like yourself, Mr Coty.
I mean, your job does allow you
to travel a lot,
but the salary is pretty below average,
- wouldn't you say?
- I don't know what you mean.
You don't mind if Officer Curtis
takes a look
into your bag, then, do you?
I mean, if you have nothing to hide,
it's no big deal, right?
I wouldn't be surprised if there's a
little less than 50,000 in there,
after we've taken away
the 500 or so that you spent
on those fancy new sunglasses.
I'm afraid it was your shades...
that gave away you and all
your co-conspirators, Monsieur Coty.
I saw them today
when you arrived at the station.
I noticed the designer brand.
And then I remembered
that on the day of the m*rder
you were wearing
a much older, cheaper,
well-worn pair.
So, now we know how Kurt Henderson
escaped a moving plane.
He paid his way off.
As it was taxiing to the runway,
Monette opened the door,
and Kurt jumped out,
then made his way to the perimeter
and jumped the fence.
And because we couldn't find
any fingerprints
where he was sitting,
I assume that you wiped the seat down
after he'd left,
to really, really sell the lie.
The only other passenger on board
had admitted to feeling light-headed
and had fallen asleep.
Would he really notice or even care
that the other passenger,
a stranger to him,
was no longer on board
when the plane landed?
Except that self-same passenger
happened to be a fastidious,
tenacious police detective.
Someone who does notice,
who does care
when a man seemingly
vanishes into thin air.
And the rest we already know.
Kurt made his way back
to the terminal, where...
I assume he was going to try and find
a flight to another island.
And that's where you, Chelsea,
picked him up,
brought him to the beach
and m*rder*d him.
End of story.
Something the matter, Chelsea?
It's just... I don't understand.
I got all the money off Kurt,
so how come he had more on him?
Uh...
You are right!
There is a discrepancy.
W... well, let's do the maths.
So there was the 100,000
that you recovered.
There was another 150,000
that Kurt gave out on the plane,
which gives a total of $250,000
that was stolen.
Isn't that right, Taylor?
How come you didn't tell me
he'd taken more than that?
I just didn't think it was
important, that's all.
Well, I think he didn't ever mention
the missing 150 grand
because he knew
what had happened to it.
What?
HE SCOFFS
How could I possibly know that?
Because Kurt Henderson told you
moments before you sh*t him.
I sh*t him.
No, Chelsea.
I don't think you did.
Everything you told us
about what happened the day
of the m*rder was true, except
you left one important part out.
After you left for the airport,
Taylor followed you...
to the airport and then here to
the beach.
We found g*nsh*t residue
on your clothes.
We know that you fired the g*n,
but I still don't think
you actually sh*t Kurt Henderson.
See, I found this b*llet
just here in the sand.
Now, I haven't had a chance
to get it tested at the lab,
but I believe this is from the
same g*n that sh*t Kurt.
And when you said that you
were angry with him
for what he'd done, you weren't lying,
and with your emotions riding high,
you pulled the trigger.
But I think, Chelsea, you missed.
Now, think about it.
Is that possible?
Did you actually check Kurt's body
after you'd fired the g*n?
No, I dropped the g*n
and then I ran to the car.
And that's where
Taylor, filled with anger,
desperate to find his money,
that's when he emerged
from the trees, right?
I sh*t Kurt. I think he's dead.
Go. You'd better go.
I'll take a look.
- Go, go!
- Yeah.
See, I remembered, Mr Fielding,
that we saw
some evidence of scratches
around the barrel of your g*n,
realised it could have been
made by attaching a sil*ncer.
So we got a warrant and we had
another little look in your safe.
That seemed like the best place to
start a search, and, er...
One sil*ncer, Chief!
Thanks, Dwayne.
So I think you grabbed the g*n
that Chelsea had dropped,
you attached the sil*ncer...
...and then after you made
Kurt tell you
what happened to the rest of the
money, you k*lled him.
The problem you now
had was that you couldn't go
and confront Peter
and Monette and Raphael
and demand to know where
the money was, because then...
they would know it was
probably you that had k*lled Kurt.
How else would you have found out
where the money went?
But if someone else was arrested
for the m*rder,
then you'd be free to reclaim
what was rightfully yours.
And if that someone else
who got sent down for the m*rder,
if that was the woman who
had betrayed you...
Well, that's two for the price
of one, isn't it?
The unfaithful wife stuck behind bars
for a crime she didn't commit,
and the adulterous lover sh*t dead.
Chelsea, Taylor knew that
we would find the g*n
with his prints on it hidden
on the plane,
that's why he planted it there,
because he knew that when
we came to arrest him,
you would be forced to confess
because you truly believed
you'd committed a m*rder.
Oh...
Whereas, in actual fact,
it was your husband who sh*t
Kurt Henderson,
and not you.
I can't believe you would
do that to me.
Stand up.
Why?
Taylor, what kind of person
would do that?
For one last case, Inspector,
that was...
Some case.
You know, um...
...working with you over the
last few years,
you've taught me so much.
Thank you, Inspector.
Thank you, Naomi.
Considering how much you hated
everything about Saint Marie
when you first came here...
...this island is going
to miss you... deeply.
Guess I'm all done here, sir.
Hmm.
HE SIGHS
See you, Harry.
Thanks for being a friend.
To the airport, please.
SIREN WAILS
Er...
I think we'd better stop.
What? Is something the matter?
We think there is, Inspector,
and we can't just stand by
and do nothing.
Neville, are you sure you're
doing the right thing,
letting Florence go?
We all know how much you care for her.
Of course I do, but
it's not as simple
as you're all making out.
But you're turning your back on
her because you're scared.
And we understand why,
but letting fear win, that's...
That's never good.
And isn't that the person
you used to be,
when you first came here?
Lately, I've started to worry that
I'm going to wake up when I'm 90
and regret every single second
I just made do with my life.
SHRIEKS
For once, try being bold.
What is going to be your next
adventure?
If you want to find the one, some
online chat is not going to cut it.
You need to pull your finger out.
Maybe the best thing to do is
go out into the world
and... live.
It's so easy to slip
back into old habits, isn't it?
Don't take any risks.
Stay out of harm's way.
But if you do that,
all you end up with is...
...regret.
Chief, it is simple.
If you love Florence,
you need to stop being a scaredy-cat
and just go and get her.
So what are you saying?
One last ride in the Bonnie and Side?
Hmm?
Dwayne to the rescue!
Come on, get up.
Go!
Go, go, go!
And don't forget to send me a postcard
from wherever it is you're
going to get to.
Florence?
Florence.
Hey.
You came to say goodbye?
Er, no, I didn't, actually.
Um... That is...
I don't want to say goodbye.
But if you do,
I mean, that's fine, obviously.
Um, especially after me behaving
like a complete and utter...
Idiot.
Well, I was going to say numpty,
but, yeah,
idiot is close enough.
Listen, Florence, I don't
need promises.
I don't need guarantees.
If the unknown is all you have to
offer,
then that's good enough for me.
Whatever happens and wherever it leads,
all I want is for us to take a
leap... together.
MUSIC: Morning Of My Life
by John Holt
♪ In the morning of my life
♪ The minutes take
so long to drift away
♪ Please be patient with your life
♪ It's only morning
and you're still to live your day
♪ In the evening
I will fly you to the moon
♪ To the top right-hand corner
of the ceiling in my room
♪ Where we'll stay until the sun shines
♪ Another day to swing on clothes lines
♪ May I be yawning
♪ It's the morning of my life Life
♪ It's the morning of my life My life
♪ It's the morning of my life My life
♪ In the morning
♪ In the morning
♪ In the morning. ♪
13x08 - Episode 8
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A British detective joins the police force on the Caribbean island of Saint Marie to solve murders.
A British detective joins the police force on the Caribbean island of Saint Marie to solve murders.