13x05 - Episode 5

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GONG RlNGS SOOTHINGLY.

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PHONE BUZZES

GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION

Namaste.

MAN: Ray, have I caught you
at a good time?

Actually, one of my chakras is blocked!

Anyway, do we have a deal?

He's offering 400 all in.

Ah.

All right, well,
let me have a think about it.

Look, I can do the sunglasses,
the handbags and the T-shirts

all in for 500, but anything less
and I'm bankrupting myself.

Aren't I, Hoagie?

PARROT SQUAWKS

All right. Let me speak to him
and I'll call you straight back.

I can't open it. You do it.

You sure?

OK.

"Dear Miss Pryce, thank you for
coming to meet with us last week.

"We have now reviewed your exam
papers in which you scored very...

"highly.

"And, as such,

we would like to offer you a place
in our school on a scholarship."

I got the scholarship?

You got the scholarship!
Jocelyn, I'm so proud of you!

OK. We're going out to eat tonight. OK?

Let me go and get changed.

Yes!

Well, I reckon it's officially
sundowner o'clock.

What do you say, old boy?

Fancy a cocktail? Eh?

PHONE BUZZES

How are you doing, Hoagie, my friend?

I feel a very negative energy, you know?

Can't seem to shake it off.

What to do, eh?

Thanks again for dinner, Marlon.

That's all right, sis.

I'm going to go do my homework. OK.

MARLON SIGHS HEAVlLY.

PHONE BUZZES

Ray?

It's been a long time.

Marlon... GROANS.

Ray, are you there?

I'm hurt, Marlon. Serious.

I'm at home.
Can you help me, please?

What happened?

Ray? LINE GOES DEAD.

Ray!

Ray!

Ray! Where are you?

Oh, no.

NEVlLLE: Marlon?

Inspector, I have a suspected dead body

at Maison De Ray up on Rue Du Vert.
Get here ASAP.

TWIG SNAPS

THUD

NEVlLLE: Marlon?

VOICE FADES: Marlon, talk to me!

NEVlLLE'S VOICE ECHOES:
Marlon? Marlon, can you hear me?

Marlon?

It's me, Dl Parker.

Yeah. I know who you are, sir.

That's a good sign.

MARLON GROANS

Are you all right, honey?

Well, I've got a... pretty
banging headache

but, other than that,
I'm cool, thank you.

We were really worried
about you, Marlon.

Well, I should hope you were!

Listen, the paramedics want
to take you to the hospital,

check out that head injury. Have
you any idea what happened here?

His name is Ray. Raymond Saunders.

I used to work with him,
back in the day when I...

you know, sold dodgy DVDs,
stolen goods and... other stuff.

He was kind of my boss, you know?

Have you had any contact with him since?

I cut all ties, sir.

So, then, why did he call you
this evening?

I don't know, sarge.

I mean, he said he needed help
and that he was hurt,

but... why he called me specifically...

HE GROANS

I have no idea.

No, no, no. No, I'm fine,
I'm fine, thank you.

Poor Ray. I can't believe
someone did this to him.

I know you said you worked
together back in the day,

but were you... friends?

Not friends exactly. It was
just more business between us.

But he was a good guy, you know?

He looked out for me. I liked him.

Have you any idea who att*cked you?

He had his face covered, sir.
I did not get a proper look.

But it was a man?

Definitely.

OK. Well, let's get you
to the hospital.

MARLON SIGHS

MARLON GROANS Easy, easy...

Hm!

Bit of a contradiction,
I reckon, our victim.

Why do you say that, Inspector?

He's obviously into
the whole new age, spiritual,

"the universe gives back whatever
you put out" kind of thing, yet...

he had no problem
living a life of crime.

Maybe it was karma
that got him in the end.

He's still got his wallet,
so, it wasn't a robbery.

And this time, we actually
have a witness to the m*rder,

albeit of the avian variety.

Unless...

Now, you haven't heard it talk,
have you?

I mean, maybe he could tell us
who the k*ller is.

Make life a lot easier, wouldn't it?

We'll have to find
someone to take care of it.

When I do door-to-door,
I'll ask a neighbour.

So...

Ray called Marlon at half past six.

The paramedic I spoke to said
when he got sh*t

he would have d*ed within minutes.

So, I guess that's roughly
our time of death.

Yeah.
It's odd, though, isn't it?

Ray Saunders and Marlon hadn't
spoken to each other for three years

and yet, while he's on the floor,
bleeding to death,

Marlon's the one person
he chooses to call.

Why not phone an ambulance?
It might have saved his life.

Why Marlon?

Thank you.

He got an all-clear on the scan,
no signs of concussion,

but he has to take it easy
for the rest of the day.

OK.

They've discharged you, then?

Nurse says I'm... pretty much as
close to superhuman as you can get.

Well, as you're feeling better,

are you up to talking
some more about Ray Saunders,

telling us what you know?

So, first of all, Ray had a son, Max.

He's currently in prison in
Guadeloupe, but he should be told.

I'll look into it.

You should also speak to
a guy named Booker StJean.

So, what's his connection
with the victim?

Basically, Ray's right-hand man.

If there was trouble brewing
or someone had a grudge,

Booker would know about it.

Yeah. That's him.

So... let's go pay him a visit.
Uh-uh.

Dl Parker and DS Thomas
will look into it.

As of now, I am driving you home.
You are officially stood down.

Why? I feel fine, sir, and
I want to help find who sh*t Ray.

And you will. But not today.

It's actually quite convenient we're
going to get some alone time, sir,

me and you, because, erm...

there's this thing
we need to speak about.

What thing?

I think I might have to
hand in my notice.

That kind of thing.

Your notice?

I'm sorry, sir.

Mr StJean?

DS Naomi Thomas, DI Neville Parker.
We spoke on the phone.

I'm sure you must still be in some
shock after what happened to Ray.

We appreciate you talking with us.

Marlon said you might know
who could have done this,

who it was he saw
at Ray's villa last night.

I want to help you but...
I don't know who did it or why,

and that's all me have to say about it.

You seem a little nervous, Mr StJean.

Anything you know that might help
point us in the right direction

will be treated in the
strictest confidence, I promise.

It's what me tell you already.
Me no know! Sorry!

Mr StJean?

Can you think of any reason
that Ray Saunders might have

called Marlon last night
after he'd been sh*t?

Sorry, what?

Well, it seems strange to us
that he would call someone

he's had no contact with
for three years.

You were his closest ally,
we're told. Why not just call you?

I don't know.

So, you think it's odd, as well?
I suppose.

Where were you last night around 6.30?

I was at home, alone. All night?

Look, to answer your question,
I don't know why Ray phoned Marlon.

And you're right, nobody can
vouch for me when him get sh*t,

but none of that means
that me did it

cos me have no reason to k*ll him.
No reason at all.

Definitely seemed on edge,
didn't he?

PHONE RlNGS.

It's Darlene.

Hey, Darlene. What have you got?

OK!

What is it?

She says to let you know...

that the parrot situation
has... evolved.

She's smart, sir.

Proper book-smart.

And this school in Jamaica,
it's the real deal.

Such a cool opportunity for Jocelyn.

And your mother can't go with her?

She's got responsibilities here.

My grandma, for one. She needs care.

And I don't want Jocelyn to miss out.

That's why I'm going to move out
there with her, look after her.

And what about work? Will you
continue as a police officer?

Well, I want to but...

I've already made contact
with the force over there

and they do not have
any openings right now.

So, I'll just do something else
until something opens up.

Bar work or...

SIGHS ...I don't know, man.

Commissioner... I'm really sorry,
sir. I didn't mean to let you down,

after everything you've
done for me, you know?

Marlon, you don't need to apologise.

And you haven't let me dawn.

You're doing a good thing
for your sister, the right thing.

I'm just sorry to see you go.

SIGHS
I'm sorry to be going, sir.

Ah... I'd better go.

She would have been
pretty worried about me.

MARLON: All right?

HE SIGHS

I just...
I just don't see why this...

Uh-uh. "Hoagie".

I just don't see why Hoagie
has to be by my desk.

DARLENE CHUCKLES

How did you get on searching
the victim's house, Darlene?

Found a few overdue utility bills.

Suggests maybe he was having
some money problems.

I'll do some further financial checks.

Also, I found this -

a receipt from the off-licence
down the road.

Now, I checked,

and the victim was seen at
six o'clock buying a bottle of rum.

That's the last sighting
of him alive that we've got.

So, Ray Saunders is seen alive at 6pm.

Half-an-hour later,
he phones Marlon, having been sh*t.

Ray, are you there?

He's found dead
when Marlon arrives at 6:50...

Ray! Where are you?

Which confirms the m*rder must
have taken place between 6 and 6.30

for which Booker Stjean has no alibi.

I've looked through
recent texts and emails

exchanged between the victim
and Booker StJean.

There's nothing to suggest
any kind of tension or falling-out.

Seems friendly between them.

So, we have one suspect
but no suggestion of a motive.

PHONE RlNGS.

Oh, it's Marlon!
Everything all right?

PARROT WHISTLES AND SQUAWKS

OK, hang on. Marlon wants to know
if we can meet him

this evening at Catherine's Bar.
He has something to tell us.

Sure. We'll be there.
We'll be there.

You know, the other thing
I'm getting stuck on is why,

when he's lying on the floor,
staring death in the face,

does Ray Saunders call this guy
and not this guy?

RlNGlNG TONE.

PHONE RlNGS.

What?

ON PHONE: I know what you did.

I know what you did.

Well, then I guess we'll both
keep our mouths shut... won't we?

So... you're leaving us?

I know it's going to be
a bit of a wrench for you all.

You should have said
it was going to be sad news.

I was hoping you were going to pass on

some useful information about the case.

Er, sorry, I didn't...

Marlon, we are all really,
really going to miss you.

It won't be the same without you.

I guess I'm just the glue that
binds this team together, aren't I?

And you're OK about...
giving up policing for a bit?

It's not ideal, no, but, erm...
it'll sort itself out.

But it's exciting news
for Jocelyn, though.

You must feel proud.

Yeah. Yeah. She's a...
pretty special sister.

I know how much she means to you.

I'll get some more drinks, hm?

Philippe? Four more beers, please.

It's bittersweet, no?

Saying goodbye but knowing
it's for the right reason.

Selwyn?

Everything OK?

Hm?

I'd feel better about all this

if Marlon didn't have to give up
his job as a police officer.

But there'll be an opening
soon enough over there.

But what if there isn't?

We both know what life is like
when you step away from something

and responsibilities take over.

You can... start to drift...

forget what it was
you wanted to do in the world,

who it was you wanted to be.

He's worked so hard to get himself
on the right path in life.

Is there no-one you can call in Jamaica?

I've spoken to
the Police Commissioner over there

but he's a busy man

and has no interest in recruiting an
officer he has no budget to pay for.

I can't see what else I can do.

NEVlLLE: Cheers.
ALL: Cheers!

To new beginnings.
NEVILLE: Yeah, new beginnings.

MUSIC ON RADIO

MESSAGE BEEPS

Morning, Inspector.

You seem to be enjoying yourself there.

Yeah, I was just, er, texting Chloe.

Chloe?

Sunset Chaser, as was.

Ah!

Your admirer from afar. Yeah.

So, you've got an actual name
for her now?

Yeah, and a locale and a job.

She's a solicitor based in Leeds.

And you two are getting on now, then?

Like a house on fire.

We were up till midnight last night
exchanging text messages.

She's a quizzer, like me,
so, we had a bit of a back-and-forth

about our toughest pub quiz questions.

That sounds a hoot. Yeah.

So, erm, now you know each other better,

are you going to ask her
for a little piccy?

Already done it. Ah.

Ah!

Yeah.

HOAGlE WHISTLES AND SQUAWKS.

Ah! Hey, Marlon, Hoagie.

Ah, morning, Darlene, Inspector.

What is that smell?!

Oh, erm, Hoagie's perch
may need cleaning, sir.

I popped in overnight to feed him.

And if I were you, I would
do it sooner rather than later

cos that smell will just
keep on getting worse!

So, from what I've read...

you're thinking Booker's a suspect?

Yeah, there's definitely
something he's not admitting to us.

What's your take on him?

Oh, he's loyal to Ray.

They ran a tight unit.

Never any animosity between them?

Not that I'm aware of,
but that was three years ago, sir.

Mm.

Inspector? We just heard back
from the court.

They've granted a search warrant.

OK. Why don't you two head over to
Booker's apartment and make a start?

HOAGlE SQUAWKS.

Hello! Morning, Sarge. Morning.
Hello, pretty boy.

Morning, Inspector. Er, hi!

So...

HOAGlE WHISTLES AND TUTS.

I think we've got
a possible second suspect.

Oh, yeah?

Ray Saunders's cleaner got in touch.

A couple of days before he was k*lled,

she said a man turned up
threatening Ray,

pushing and shoving him.

The man was furious, demanding
Ray pays him what he owes or else.

Did the cleaner know who the man was?

Ray's son, Max Saunders.

You owe me. Do you understand?
Give me my money. Give me my money!

I thought he was in prison.

I heard back this morning that
he got released a week ago.

His probation officer is on his way
over to meet with him. Huh.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Yeah, I went to his house
and threatened him.

And, yes, things got a bit physical.

And, between you and me, I wish I'd
got a bit more physical with him.

But it weren't me who k*lled him.

Why were you so angry with him?

He owed you money, we heard.

Then you heard right.

But he refused to pay?

I am not going to give you
any money. That's it!

You're going to regret this.

What did you mean when you said,
"You're going to regret this"?

That was an implicit thr*at?

Pretty bloody explicit, I'd say.

Did you mean you wanted to k*ll him?

I don't know.

Possibly.

You admit that you wanted to k*ll him.

I'm just being honest with you.

Why did he owe you money?

That's between me and him.

Mr Saunders, are you aware that,

by admitting that you wanted
to k*ll your father,

you're making yourself
a very strong suspect?

I don't care, cos I know
I didn't do it and I can prove it.

How?

What time did you say
it happened, darling?

Huh. Between 6 and 6.30.

Yeah, well, I was here,
and I've got a witness.

My probation officer.

He turned up on the dot of six,
left not long before seven.

Ask him. We will.

We done, then?

For now. See yourselves out.

He confirms he arrived here
and met Max at six o'clock,

stayed for about 50 minutes,
then, he left.

So, he can't have done it.

Nope.

Even though he's shown no hint of
sorrow at his father's death,

even going as far as admitting
that he wanted to k*ll him.

Max Saunders is not our k*ller.

All right, let's check in with Darlene,

see how they're getting on
searching Booker's apartment.

RlNGlNG TONE.

We've just finished searching

the inside of Booker's apartment,
Inspector.

There's no sign of a g*n.

We're just checking outside.

Y'all done?

Yeah, we're done.

My DI thinks there's something
you aren't telling us,

and he's usually right
about these things.

Booker, I know me and you
weren't best buddies,

but you can speak to me,
you know?

BOOKER SUCKS HIS TEETH

Let's go.

MANHOLE COVER CLANGS

Darlene, get me the crowbar, please.
OK.

The one place we didn't look.

Phew! Oh, my...

Well, would you look what we have here!

Hm! You know what's in this, right?
Hm!

Hey, Booker! Stop!

You take the other way.
Right. Wait, Booker!

Booker, stop.

Come back, Booker. Stop!

Booker, wait! Booker!

Well, feel free to disagree

but I'd say things aren't
looking good for Booker StJean.

DARLENE SCOFFS Seconded.

Mm. Any sign of the hoodie
he was wearing that night? Uh-uh.

There's something sticky on the g*n.
And the gloves, as well.

Was there something
in the bag leaked?

No.

Maybe the lab can work out what that is.

All right, so, I put out
an all-ports warning for Booker.

I've also told his neighbours to let
us know if he returns, but... huh.

I've also tried his phone. It must
be turned off. I'll keep trying.

Well, if Booker StJean
did k*ll Ray Saunders,

then, there has to be a reason.

Did you guys find anything
at his flat that might explain it?

No signs of money being owed
or threats being made.

The neighbour even saw Ray coming
and going a few times recently.

He said there was never
a cross word between them.

I can ask my old crew, see if they
heard anything. Yeah, good idea.

NAOMl: Inspector?

I've just been speaking with the
governor at the Guadeloupe prison,

and he shed some light on why

Max Saunders came out
angry with his father.

Max is out?

Yeah. Er, about a week ago.
We've just been to interview him.

Do you have any idea
why he was angry at his dad?

Three years ago, Max was caught
with two kilos of cocaine

by the Guadeloupe border force.

Apparently, he was doing
a pick-up for his father.

I didn't get the impression
Ray Saunders was a drug dealer.

He was just dipping his toe
but got badly b*rned.

The whole pirate DVD market
was crashing, so, he had to find

another source of income.
He turned to dealing dr*gs?

And when Max was caught,
he took the fall for his father.

So, that's why he was expecting payment,

for not informing on his dad.

Max was a bit of a hothead,
acts before he thinks,

so, I'm not surprised he'd come out
and want to confront his father.

OK, so, we've got Max Saunders
steeped in motive,

but all the physical evidence proves

he can't possibly have
committed the m*rder.

Because he has a watertight alibi.

And then, there's Booker StJean
who had means and opportunity

but, so far, not one whiff of a motive.

So, if it was him, how did he do it?

And if it was him, why did he do it?

And, to compound everything,

we actually have a witness to the m*rder

who, ironically, is unable to speak.

Oh, no, Hoagie can speak, sir.
I've heard him.

Maybe he could tell us
who the k*ller is.

Well, he can only say
what he's heard Ray say, so...

HOAGlE WHISTLES.

Can you speak?

Huh? Who's a pretty boy?

Did you see anything?

Hm? Who's a pretty boy?

Do you know who k*lled Ray Saunders?

Night, Darlene.

See you in the morning, Sarge.

Night, Inspector!

Night, guys. Night.

Er, night, guys.

Darlene, listen, I'll lock up. It
looks like I'm going to be spending

the evening cleaning up
Hoagie's droppings, anyway.

You really are living your best
life, aren't you, Inspector? Yeah!

Is... everything OK?

Er, yeah, it's just
Chloe's gone rather quiet

since I asked her
to send a photo of herself.

Ah.

Not a word since, to be honest.

You know what I think? What?

Just give the girl a chance!

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Enjoy your parrot poo, Inspector.

DARLENE CHUCKLES
Night, Darlene. Night!

And then, you've just got to
find the common denominator.

The common de-what?

Marlon! I've already explained it
to you. You're so annoying.

Oh, hey, Sarge.

Hey, Jocelyn.
I got these for you and your mum.

Congratulations on your scholarship.

I guess I'm the brains of this family.

Do you want to watch some telly
before you go to bed? Thank you.

Don't mind me dropping by?

I managed to get my hands on
the last two Hummingbird cupcakes

from the bakery.

Then, I definitely do not mind
you dropping by. Want a beer?

Yeah. All right.

So, er, is there a reason
for dropping by?

Er, yes.

CLEARS HER THROAT

I just...

wanted to let you know that...

I'm really going to miss you.

Like, properly miss you.

HE SIGHS Yeah. Yeah, you, too.

So, how are you feeling
about it all?

Fresh start, new challenge.

It'll be good for me. Right?

But... not as a police officer?

Yeah, a position will open up soon.

I'll just have to wait, I guess.

And if it doesn't?

Will you be OK with that?

MARLON SIGHS

You can be honest with me, Marlon.

You know that, right?

If it's bothering you,
you can tell me.

You see, this afternoon,
at the station, we were talking

about Max Saunders getting arrested
for smuggling dr*gs.

That could have been me. Literally.
How?

Ray asked me to do the pick-up
in Guadeloupe first.

And even though I hadn't done
anything like that in my life

and I kind of swore I would never,
I was seriously considering it,

because I could do with the money.

But you didn't do it.

Before I could give Ray an answer,
he told me Max was going instead,

so... fate intervened.

And not long after that,

the Commissioner offered me the
trainee police officer gig, and...

You haven't looked back since.

Not until today.

It made me realise how close I was

from going down
a very different path in life.

That could have been me
in jail for three years.

But it wasn't.

Naomi... this job...

being a police officer...

it saved me. You know?

I've become a person
I never thought I would.

And I'm proud of myself!

I never thought
I'd ever feel that way.

And I know it might sound selfish,

and I want to do good by Jocelyn,
but...

I don't want to give it up.

I don't want to
not be a police officer.

It's who I am.

JOCELYN: Marlon!
The TV's playing up again!

I'd better go in now.

♪ As long as you need me

♪ I'll be there... ♪

RlNGlNG TONE.

PHONE BUZZES

Commissioner, it's DS Thomas.

I'm sorry to bother you, but...

I just wanted to see if
there's anything more we could do

to find Marlon some police work
in Jamaica.

Believe me, I share
your concern for Officer Pryce,

but I think the best thing
you can do

is to focus your attention
on the m*rder investigation.

LlNE GOES DEAD.

Yes, sir.

Commissioner?

SELWYN CHUCKLES

It's very good to see you, sir.

And you, Sergeant Hooper.

Boop! And you.

I really do appreciate you agreeing
to help with this situation.

Ah, any time, sir. I'm just happy
to do my bit. Especially for Marlon.

Right, then. Shall we go get him a job?

Let's go do it!

Oh, you look so smart!

All right, we'll see him there
shortly. Thanks.

Hey. What's the latest?

Well, no word on Booker's whereabouts.

Darlene's going round the harbours
and marinas, putting them on alert.

But the good news is Marlon's been
speaking to a few of his associates.

And I got some pretty juicy intel.

It turns out it was not an accident
that border police

caught Max Saunders with two kilos
of cocaine three years ago.

Someone tipped them off? Yep.

Who?

His own dad.

Ray set Max up?

Tension had risen between them two.

Max wanted his dad out of the way

so he could continue
the family business on his own.

But Ray was one step ahead,
b*at him to it.

Exactly.

But can we be sure Max knew it was
his father who double-crossed him?

Final piece of the puzzle -

Ray Saunders's network provider
emailed over

his deleted voicemail messages
from the last two weeks.

This was found on Ray's answerphone
the morning of the m*rder.

MAX: This is it, Dad.
No more warnings.

You don't do what you did to me
without there being consequences.

You betrayed me.
And I am coming for you.

Well? Well, it's pretty damning.

You're clearly threatening revenge,

and later that day
your father was m*rder*d.

Coincidences can happen, you know.

Mr Saunders, when you said,
"You don't do what you did to me"...

what exactly were you
referring to? You tell me.

OK... We think it's the fact
that your father set you up,

tipped off the border police
in Guadeloupe.

Put you away for three years.

That's what you think, is it?

Yeah, it is what we think.

Well, you're entitled
to your opinion, aren't you?

But you're not actually denying it?

Are you really, seriously telling me
that you didn't sh**t your father,

despite all the evidence proving
you were intent on revenge?

Inspector, I am really, seriously
telling you it wasn't me.

And when you talk about
all this evidence,

let's not forget my alibi,
because that's evidence -

evidence that proves I was nowhere
near my father when he was sh*t.

Beer?

I don't know whether
I'm coming or going with this case.

An hour ago, I was convinced
Max Saunders was the k*ller.

Now, after that bizarre interview,
I fully believe he's innocent.

It just feels like it's too easy
for it to have been him.

It's like he's got too much motive.

NAOMl: Unless... it's a double bluff?

Then, there's also his alibi.

His own probation officer was
with him at the time of the m*rder.

Can't ask for a more reliable witness.

Then, we focus back into Booker StJean.

He has no alibi.

We found what we believe is
the w*apon at his house

and he's on the run.

I mean, you don't get
more guilty-looking than that.

Yeah, but he has no motive.

Even Marlon's old associates
drew a blank when he asked around.

They couldn't think of a single reason.

Booker would sh**t Ray Saunders.

Then... we just keep digging.

It's like you said, Inspector, if
he did it, there has to be a reason.

Yeah.

PHONE BUZZES

What?

BOOKER: Look here,
I always try to play fair.

That's why I'm calling you now,

to let you know
I'm going to the police.

I'm... I'm going to confess.

LlNE GOES DEAD.

All right.

I appreciate all your help.

Inspector, I've just been
working through Ray's finances,

and he really seemed
to get himself in a mess.

The savings he had...
have disappeared.

Hm!

He has an overdraft
that makes me want to cry,

and the bank have taken action
to repossess his house.

It all seemed to start going wrong
for him about three years ago.

That's around the same time
Ray sabotaged Max's drug pick-up.

Yeah, I assume he took
a financial hit on that.

When he tipped off the border police,

he must have known he wasn't going
to get his dr*gs or money back.

From what I heard, he was pretty
stubborn about the whole thing.

He was so set on taking Max down,

he didn't really care
about the financial loss.

Just saw it as collateral damage.

That's why he got into all
the meditating and spiritual stuff,

to find some peace with what he did.

Inspector?

Just heard back from the lab

on the items we found
outside of Booker's apartment block.

The g*n definitely fired the b*ll*ts
we found at the scene.

There was also g*nsh*t residue
all over the gloves.

And the lab analysed
the sticky substance.

They say it's glucose.

Plus, no-one else's prints or DNA is
on either item, apart from Booker's.

Then, it must be him.
He had to have done it.

ENGlNE REVS.

PHONE RlNGS.

DARLENE: Honore Police.

Yeah. We're on our way.

VEHICLE DRAWS TO A STOP, DOOR SLAMS

Sir?

The witness that called it in said
he saw an orange car speeding off.

We've got an index number.

The car was reported stolen
earlier today.

So, we're supposed to believe
it's a coincidence that a stolen car

was involved in a hit-and-run
with a suspect in a m*rder case?

Inspector, do you mind
if I try and speak with him?

Booker, we know
someone did this on purpose.

You can trust me.

Just tell us who did this to you.

I don't know.

There's been a few calls
between them since the m*rder.

It was Max Saunders
who did this to you, wasn't it?

I didn't see anything.

If Max did this to Booker
to send him a warning message, why?

Maybe... Booker and Max
are in on this together.

No. No, I really cannot see
Booker and Max joining forces.

Hey, it's getting late. We've
all had a lot to deal with today.

Why don't you guys all get off home?
I'll lock up here.

Er, Hoagie will probably
need feeding,

so, I'll come and give you a hand.
All right. Later.

Night, guys. Night.

Here you go, Hoagie.

NEVlLLE CHUCKLES No?

Do you think I should be giving him
more than just these biscuits?

There's something going on
between the both of you.

HOAGlE WHISTLES.

What is it?

Oh!

You know what, Marlon? I no the
three years since I've known you,

you have become
a frighteningly good police officer,

and no more so than during this case.

Considering you had
a connection to the victim,

considering you were att*cked
by one of the suspects,

you've never let it cloud your judgment.

Throughout, you've stayed
diligent, focused, composed.

So, basically, everything
I never used to be, right?

No, I'm just saying that...

if this is how far you've come
in just three years...

I reckon we're going to be
working late tonight.

Fancy a beer?

Yeah, why not?

OK.

What about you, Hoagie?
Fancy a beer?

HOAGlE: Fancy a cocktail?
Fancy a cocktail?

HOAGlE CLICKS BEAK.

Did he just say, "Fancy a cocktail"?

Fancy a cocktail?

Wait... Hoagie can speak.

Well, he can only say
what he's heard Ray say.

That's what Hoagie just said.

He's only saying that because he
would have heard Ray saying that.

Right.

And Ray loved a sundowner.
He was always making cocktails.

I reckon it's officially
sundowner o'clock, Hoagie.

What do you say, old boy?

What's your point?

Well, it's what's not there, sir,

considering he was always
making cocktails.

NEVlLLE CHUCKLES
Marlon - you're a genius.

It's been right there in front of us
the whole time. Except it wasn't.

But we didn't notice that it wasn't.

So, if it was him, how did he do it?

And if it was him, why did he do it?

The g*n definitely fired the b*ll*ts
we found at the scene.

GRUNTS

There's something sticky on the g*n.
DARLENE: And the gloves, as well.

It just feels like it's too easy
for it to have been him.

It's like he's got too much motive.

I've just been working through
Ray's finances,

and he really seemed
to get himself in a mess.

That's it.

You know who k*lled Ray?

Yes, I do.

But, to confirm it, we need
to revisit Booker's apartment.

I want to have a look inside his
kitchen cupboards. Of course you do.

Me and the Inspector worked out what
happened the night of Ray's m*rder,

which means I know you were there -
and you knocked me out. Right?

But... we also know
it wasn't you who m*rder*d Ray.

It was Max. Wasn't it?

Booker, to reassure you,
I have officers on the way

to arrest Max Saunders
as we speak.

Also...

if it makes things easier,

why don't Marlon and I talk you through

what we think happened that night,

and then, you can just confirm
whether it's right, OK?

We now realise that when
I arrived at Ray's villa that night,

he wasn't actually dead.

It was just staged to seem that way...

because you were helping him
fake his own death.

We found traces of glucose
on the g*n and gloves we recovered.

Clearly, something had
leaked on to them.

That something turned out
to be fake blood.

We searched your apartment
again this morning.

We found these -

a Halloween favourite
in homes across the world.

Corn syrup and red food dye.

Add a little bit of water,

and you've got a pretty convincing
imitation blood.

Now, that, combined with the b*llet
that you fired into the glass doors,

that completed the illusion
that Ray had been sh*t.

Ray phoned me claiming to be hurt.

Can you help me, please, Marlon...?

So, when I arrived,
I didn't think for a minute

that what I was seeing
was not a real m*rder scene.

I assume the plan, once Marlon had
been knocked unconscious by you,

was for Ray to disappear
into the night.

He had a boat moored,

some cash he had scrambled together
stashed there,

and he was going to go
to another island, and I...

I was going to join him
once the heat had d*ed down.

And, with Ray presumed dead, all
his debts would be cleared, right?

A clean start. No money problems.
That's all Ray wanted.

The intention being that, when
Marlon regained consciousness,

he, and we, would assume the k*ller
had just disposed of the body

to cover his tracks,
to confuse the police.

That's why Ray specifically
phoned Marlon that night.

You wanted a police officer there to
witness Ray's seemingly dead body.

That way, his word
wouldn't be questioned.

It would be accepted that Ray was dead.

And, to put the cherry
on the cake,

you already had a potential suspect
waiting in the wings.

The plan was to plant the g*n
at Max's guest house, seal the deal.

But... Something went very wrong.

I heard a sh*t five minutes
after I knocked you out.

sh*t

And when I came back, I see Ray
in the exact same position, but...

this time, he's dead for real.

I see Max running and
I knew straight away what he did.

Somehow he figured out what
we were planning and him just...

We assumed that Ray had been sh*t
somewhere between 6 and 6.30,

during which time Max was
with his probation officer.

But, in actual fact, Ray was sh*t
after Marlon had found his body,

just before seven o'clock.

It's been hard for me
these last few days,

pretending as if
I didn't know the truth,

pretending as if I didn't care.

Ray was a good man, despite
what oono might think about him.

He look after me.

I know that, Booker.

He looked after me, too.

How you figure it out?

It was Hoagie.

He gave us some vital information.

He repeated something
that Ray must have said.

Fancy a cocktail?

"Fancy a cocktail?"

When we searched the villa that night,

there was no cocktail shaker on the bar.

But Ray had made himself
a cocktail that evening,

so... where was it?

Max had taken it

because that is where the b*llet
that he k*lled Ray with was lodged.

There was one b*llet
found at that crime scene.

The one that you fired
into the glass door.

That's why all the physical evidence
pointed at you.

One g*n, one b*llet,
one b*llet wound.

Now, we don't know where

but Max must have hid his own g*n
and the cocktail shaker.

PHONE RlNGS.

It's Naomi.
She must have made the arrest.

Hey, Naomi.

Inspector, we've got a problem.

Max Saunders has absconded.
We don't know where he is.

Max is on the run, but we have
no idea where he's gone. Booker?

Wait, you said Ray had a boat he was
going to take to another island.

Would Max know where it is?
He must do.

There's a place down the track
from where you found me.

That's where I lay low
for the night.

That's where Ray's boat is.
Let's go.

NEVlLLE: There he is! Quick!

MARLON: Max! Max!

Max, stop!

Get off me! I'm drowning!

It's, like, two inches deep.
Relax. Get up.

Marlon, you good?

Max Saunders, I'm arresting you
for the m*rder of Ray Saunders.

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

if you do not mention when questioned

things which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be taken as evidence.

Darlene? Could you give him a hand?

Naomi, we should get these
to the lab. OK.

PHONE RlNGS.

DARLENE: This way.

Come on! Sir?

Are you OK?

Yeah. It's just, erm...

I'm going to miss all this.

Marlon? That was the Commissioner.

He says after we've finished
processing the arrest,

he wants us to join him
at Catherine's Bar.

He's got a surprise for you.

Hm! I'd better get changed.

Good evening, Commissioner.
Good evening, Inspector.

Congratulations on solving the case.

It sounded particularly challenging.

Yeah. Yeah, it was a tough one

but we all pulled together
to get it done.

None more so than Marlon.

I honestly think we wouldn't have
cracked it without him.

So, Commissioner, what's this
surprise you're talking about, hm?

Turn around and you'll see.

JP! What are you doing here?

I'm here to see you! What?! Ha!

Good to see you, man! Yeah, man.

Inspector!
You're looking very well, sir.

You too, JP. Good to see you.
You too.

Oh, and a couple of new faces.
This is DS Naomi Thomas.

It's good to finally meet you.
He never stops talking about you.

No, that's not...
She's exaggerating.

And Darlene of course I know.

A fully qualified officer now.
Congratulations.

SELWYN: Ah, if you'll excuse me,
I'll go and get us some more drinks

and leave Sergeant Hooper to fill you in

on the next part of the surprise.

"The next part of the surprise"?

So, come on, what is it?

You and Rosey aren't having
any more babies?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Well, not as much as I'm aware.

I really hope not, man.
Like, having twins is...

EXHALES

Go on, then. What's the news?

So, the Commissioner told me
how you're moving to Jamaica,

and currently there's no jobs
going over there with the police.

Not yet, no. So, he and I paid the
Superintendent over there a visit.

We had a little chat, and, er...

I told him that you
are a great officer...

and what a shame that it would be

if the first trainee on our scheme
was to just fall by the wayside.

I really hope this is going
where I think it's going.

To cut a long story short, Marlon,

there is a job waiting for you
in Jamaica as soon as you land.

MARLON: Wow.

Thank you, JP.
No, man. Any time, Marlon.

But, to be honest with you,

none of this would have
happened if it wasn't for him.

You feel happier now, yes?

It needed fixing.

MARLON CLEARS HIS THROAT

I want you to know that...

I mean it when I say it, sir...

thank you.

OK.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

How about a hug, sir?

Hm... Yeah. Come on.

Yeah, there we go. That's nice.

SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

So, erm, still no word from Chloe?

Er, no.

I, erm, guess maybe
Marlon was right and she was...

hiding something from me.

Oh, who's that?

No way!

You know the woman?

Er, yeah. Yeah, I ...I do.
Well, I did.

That's my ex, Zoe.

Wait. So we can all get the facts,
when exactly were you two an item?

We broke up just before I came out here.

We haven't spoken a word since.
Must be nearly four years ago.

What's going on?

The Inspector's ex-girlfriend
from Manchester just turned up,

totally out of the blue.

I'm going to miss that dude, man.
It's always nonstop entertainment.

Hi, Zoe. Hello, Neville.

It's been a while, right? Yeah.

Yeah, been a long time. Erm...

Er...

obvious question, but...

what are you doing here? I'm... so
sorry to just turn up like this.

It's, erm...
it's a funny old thing, really,

and you're probably going
to think it's a bit mad, but...

only...

I'm her.

Who?

Sunset Chaser. Chloe.

It's me.

Oh, the club card!
I'll see you down there.

NEVlLLE: Cora Blyth was
knifed in the heart

in a moving lift in 15 seconds. But
how did they even get into the lift?

Did you have something to do
with what happened? Course not!

What do we know about the Blythe?
She was my mum, OK?

I'd never hurt her.
Not for money, not for anything.

Why would I destroy this family?

You have a hot date tonight.

It's about time we both
deserved some happiness.

SELWYN: Ready to welcome
our new colleague?

Ready or not, here he comes!