07x07 - Dark Memories

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MAN SCREAMS

Police, please!

- Are you the person who called us?
- Yes!

Sounded like all hell was
breaking loose in there.

- Oh, yeah?
- Uh-huh.

- Dwayne?
- What?

There's definitely someone inside.

- We know you're in there! Open up!
- Dwayne, wait, wait! - What?

- There's someone on the floor.
I think he's hurt. - Eh?

Stand back from the door!

He's dead.

CLANKING

You wait here!

DOOR CREAKS

- DOOR THUDS
- Get me!

Hey!

Stop!

I am arresting you
on suspicion of...

Cordell Thomas?

What is... What's happened?

It's OK. I know who he is.

I know exactly who did it.

- Morning, Florence!
- Morning, sir.

- Where've you been?
- Night fishing, of all things.

I stopped off for
a quick rum after work,

got chatting to Bernard here
and I happened to mention

that I used to go fishing for trout
with my Uncle Terence as a kid.

Anyway, one thing led to another,
the next thing you know...

.. I've only gone and caught
myself a real live snapper!

Only he's not so
live now, obviously.

Well done, sir. That's a big one.

Thank you! So, we've
got a suspected m*rder.

- Is it far from here?
- It's a ten-minute drive.

Dwayne and JP are waiting
at the crime scene.

OK, no time to waste.
Thanks, Bernard! Cracking night.

- No problem, sir.
- Must do it again soon.

ENGINE HUMS

So what've we got, Dwayne?

Looks like a robbery
gone wrong, Chief.

This neighbour called up
about a disturbance.

He was putting out his rubbish
just after midnight.

And he heard shouting coming from
inside the neighbour's house.

Then he noticed a pick-up truck.

When we got there, I had
to breach the front door.

We found the owner
dead on the floor

and the assailant
making a run for it.

Did you manage to arrest him?

That's the bad news.

Just as JP was about
to cuff the suspect,

he broke loose and skedaddled.

Unlucky. I don't suppose there's
any good news to go with the bad?

Strangely enough, Chief, there is.

JP knows exactly who it is.

Cordell Thomas, sir.

We were at the same
school for a while.

Few years ago now.
But, erm, I remember his face.

That's definitely his
truck parked outside?

I checked the documentation
in the glove compartment.

- It's his. - Oh, the suspect dropped
this when JP tackled him.

Japers. Jewellery! Look at that!
Fair old whack!

To be honest with you sir,
I can't say I'm surprised

to find him caught up
in something like this.

Cordell was always
in trouble at school.

And who here's our victim?

Eugene Jones. Quite a known
face around the island.

Bit of a character. Owns
Lil's Cafe on the high street,

and a few other businesses.

Er, souvenir stall by the harbour.

A couple of hire cars,
you know, that kind of thing.

Quite the entrepreneur, eh?

And it was definitely his voice
the neighbour heard arguing?

Yes, but he couldn't
make out the other person.

From the shape of the wound,

looks like the victim
was hit by this.

Must've come from there.

So, they tussled over
here by the coffee table.

The vase gets knocked over.

The pair of them end up over
here, near the side-board.

Where the suspect
grabs the ornament,

then hits the victim
on the head with it.

Victim staggers back,
falls to the floor just here,

and then crawls forward.

Right, let's get that ornament
to the lab for a start.

You know, I always wondered
about silk pyjamas.

Are they worth the extra cost?

You know, compared to the more
traditional cotton-polyester mix?

I don't know, sir.

The worth of the pyjamas depends
on the quality of the silk.

And from where I'm standing,
with all due respect to the dead,

that is some cheap silk.

I'll take your word for it.
You clearly know your pyjamas.

Strange! He's holding something.

- Is that a peanut, Chief?
- It is indeed, Dwayne.

Now, why would our victim be
clutching a peanut?

You didn't notice any more of these
lying around the place?

- No, Chief. No nuts.
- Ah.

Well, we should do a proper search
anyway, just to make sure.

- Did he have any relatives?
- Yes, one sister. Celeste.

We're going to see her
after we finish up here.

Right, then,
we can release the body.

Finish processing the scene.
Florence, while they're doing that,

I think we should
head back to the station.

Try and figure out where
our k*ller is hiding himself.

Right, first things first, I'm going
to put Sammy here in the fridge.

Then we check the electoral register
for Cordell's home address.

I mean, it's unlikely
he'll head back there

but we need to make absolutely sure.

Sir, you named him Sammy?

What, you don't think
he looks like a Sammy?

Morning. Can we help you at all?

Cordell Thomas.

I know you know it was me
that did it, so...

.. I've come to hand myself in.

I've been working for Eugene
for the past four months.

Driving him round, making
deliveries, pick-ups.

So, you knew whose house
it was you were breaking into?

A few days ago, I was dropping
off the weekly takings.

Eugene got out this sports bag.
Asked me to take a look inside.

I knew straight away
the stuff was stolen.

He asked me if I thought I could
sell it on for a cut of the profits.

And what did you say?

I told him I'd think about it.

Kept talking myself out of it.

- But... - The little devil on your
shoulder got the better of you?

I got to thinking,
what if I cut Eugene out?

Split no profits. Take the
jewellery and sell it myself.

And that's why you broke in?

Eugene had told me he'd be out late
last night, so I went round there.

- What time was this?
- Just before midnight.

I know he always leaves the
window round the back ajar

to let some air in,
so I climbed through.

Eugene must've come home
early and gone to bed.

He came downstairs and found you?

He lost it when he saw
what I was doing.

Came at me. Pushed me against
the wall, hurting me.

So I grabbed the closest
thing at hand and I hit him.

I didn't mean to do it
as hard as I did,

but I didn't know
how else to stop him.

One question, Cordell.

When you hit Eugene,
did he go down straight away?

Why? What is it?

Well, it's just...

.. we found this at the crime scene.

- A peanut?
- Yeah, it was in Eugene's hand.

I'm just wondering if you've
any idea how it got there.

Erm, I've no idea.

It's a bit odd, though,
don't you think?

I mean, I assume he wasn't holding
on to it when he att*cked you?

He didn't att*ck you
with a peanut, did he?

- No, of course not.
- No! That'd be just plain weird, wouldn't it?

So, if he was out cold
after you hit him,

then how did he end up
with a peanut in his hand?

- I don't know.
- Me neither.

Something tells me you don't
think he's telling the truth.

It's the peanut, Florence.

Cordell was as baffled by it
being in Eugene's hand as we were.

Yet he was supposedly there
when it all happened.

- So, you think Cordell wasn't
there when it happened? - Maybe.

Then that would mean
someone else is the k*ller?

But all the evidence we've uncovered
so far supports Cordell's statement.

How he got in through the window.

Knowing the jewellery
would be there.

But we've also got the witness
who saw his truck outside

at the time of the m*rder.

So, if it wasn't
Cordell that did it...

Then why does it look
exactly like he did?

Ah! Well, JP, after
the night we've had,

I... I would say we've
definitely earned this one.

Huh, yeah, thanks, Dwayne.

- What's that?
- Eh? Muffin.

- You have a muffin?
- Yes.

Angelique at the bakery said
I could have one as a treat.

So, why do you get
a treat and I don't?

Because it's not
your special day, is it?

Oh! It's your birthday!

I... I totally forgot, Dwayne,
I'm so sorry.

It's not a biggy. It's not a real,
you know, landmark birth.

But still, happy birthday, partner.

Celeste.

- Celeste!
- We're not open yet.

It's the police!

- Oh!
- Officer Myers.

Officer Hooper. How can I help?

It's about Eugene.

What?

I'm afraid it's not good news.

We found him dead at
his house last night.

SHE GASPS

I'm sorry.

- What happened?
- Well, there was an intruder.

Looks like Eugene confronted him.

- An intruder?
- Yes.

You know who it was?

Ah, gents. How did you
get on with the sister?

- Well, sir, she was pretty upset.
- Poor woman.

We told her that we have
a suspect in mind.

- And what did she say?
- Well, she wasn't wholly surprised.

She was a bit wary when
Eugene took on Cordell.

Had heard about his reputation.

And what about the victim's house?
Find any more nuts?

Not a single one.

We found jars of rice, pasta
and beans in the kitchen.

But none with any nuts in it.

- What's that smell?
- Ah! That'll be Sammy.

Sammy? Who's Sammy?

Sammy's the snapper.
I caught him last night.

He's taken up temporary
residence in the fridge,

so apologies for any residual pong.

- Maybe I should give it a spray.
- Yeah.

Anyway, how are things here, sir?

- Any closer finding Cordell?
- Closer than you'd expect, JP.

He's in the cells, as we speak.

- What?
- Well, we can't take any credit for it.

Cordell was here waiting
for us when we got back.

- Confessed to the whole thing.
- So that's great, case closed.

Actually, the case
is still firmly open.

But you just said he confessed, sir.

The Inspector thinks
Cordell might be innocent.

- I should've known.
- OK, I don't understand, sir.

Cordell has admitted that he did it.

I... I know, JP.
It doesn't make any sense.

But I think Cordell has been
lying to us about what happened.

And we've got 24 hours
before we have to charge him,

so I want us to treat this as an
unsolved m*rder investigation.

You're the chief, Chief.

OK, so, sir, our victim.

Eugene Barnaby Jones.

43 years of age. Never married.

Inherited his mother's business,
Lili's Cafe,

when she d*ed four years ago.

- Right, and would you say he was
a well-liked man? - Not really.

Used to get a lot of
people's backs up.

But to the extent of somebody
actually k*lling him...

And yet k*ll him, somebody did.

And our only suspect so far
is this man, Cordell Thomas.

He claims he landed the fatal
blow during a botched robbery.

28 years old. Attended Honore
High School until the age of 16.

Since he left, he seems to
have drifted round the island,

- taking cash-in-hand work.
- Yeah, sounds like Cordell, sir --

- was always a bit of a loner.
- And he has form, right? - Yeah, probably.

Two charges of theft and one
for aggravated as*ault.

So if Cordell isn't our k*ller,
that can only mean one thing.

Somebody else is.
So who was it? Why did they do it?

And why is Cordell willing
to go to prison for them?

And if we can answer all that,

maybe we get to the bottom
of why our victim d*ed

holding a lone peanut in his hand.

So where do you want us to start?

- Do we know where Cordell lives?
- Mm-hm.

He rents a flat at the old
plantation house outside town.

OK, well, why don't you fellas
go and give it the once-over?

Yes, Chief. JP?

And Florence, you and I should start

with what I reckon is our
strongest lead we have so far.

- The stolen jewellery.
- Exactly.

I really don't know why
we're wasting time like this.

We've got a guy in
custody with proven form.

And he's confessed to the m*rder.

- What more does the Inspector want?
- For you to follow orders!

Look, if the Chief wants us
to look under every stone

and give the place a twice-over,
that's his prerogative.

- Hello?
- Oh, oh, excuse me, miss.

We're looking for room number 12.

- Cordell Thomas' apartment?
- That's right. You know him?

I care-take this place, so I see
him around. Has something happened?

He's been arrested.

Er, he was caught breaking
into someone's house.

But I'm afraid that's all
we can say at the moment

because it's still very much an
ongoing police investigation.

- And the flat would be?
- I'll show you.

- Bedroom, bathroom down there.
- Mm-hm.

- Well, erm, thank you, Miss, erm...
- Gayle. Marie Gayle.

Ah, Marie, thank you very much.

- JP?
- I'm sorry.

Are you sure it was Cordell?

Why? Is there someone else
you think it could be?

- No. It just doesn't sound like him.
- And what makes you say that?

I don't know Cordell that well.

You know, just to pass in the
corridor. But he seems decent.

You know, kind. That's all.

OK. Thank you.

Look, maybe the Chief's
right about this.

Maybe Cordell has changed
since you knew him. Hm?

That would be great.
No, no, I can hold.

Now, that's interesting.

This necklace.
It's got the initials LB.

Have you come across anyone
with those initials?

I've been calling
round the locksmiths

to see if they've attended
any unreported break-ins.

- Not having any joy?
- I wasn't.

But I just spoke to a guy who
got a call-out two weeks ago.

He remembered it because he thought
the husband was acting very shifty.

He's just getting me the details.

First girl I ever kissed
had the same initials.

Leoni Brennon. Terrifying, she was.

Spent the whole of primary school
living in fear of her.

- God, I hope it's not her.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.

OK.

Well, thank you for your help. Bye.

So, the owner of the house
is a Charles Blake.

I'll check the register.

He's lived on Saint Marie
for five years.

Other residents at the
address are... his wife.

- Lucy Blake.
- LB.

But if their house was burgled,
why didn't they report it?

Well, they say the only time

people don't like involving
the police in a crime...

.. is when those people
are criminals themselves!

Exactly. See if Mr Blake
has a record, would you?

Whoa! Look at this.

Who's been a naughty boy, then?

It's the police, love!
I'll deal with it.

- Don't worry, you stay there.
- Morning!

Apologies for the attire.
I've been hitting the treadmill.

Always try and fit in 5K
before breakfast, if I can.

Well you're a better man
than me, Mr Blake.

The most I ever manage before
breakfast is a trip to the bathroom.

So, how can I be of service to the
local constabulary this morning?

Do you recognise this?

Ah, that's Lucy's necklace.

- Where'd you find it?
- At a crime scene earlier this morning.

With quite a selection
of other pieces of jewellery,

and some gents' watches.

Now I was just wondering if maybe
they might belong to yourself

and Mrs Blake as well.

I couldn't tell you
without seeing them.

Ooh, so you are missing more than
just this one item at the moment?

We had a break-in
a couple of weeks ago.

They helped themselves
to my watch collection

and two of Lucy's jewellery cases.
She was gutted, poor lamb.

And you didn't think to call
the police to deal with it?

Entre nous, I never actually
got the stuff insured.

So a crime number was never
going to do me much good.

- But don't tell Lucy that, eh?
- If you don't mind me asking,

how much was it all worth?
The jewellery? The watches.

Well, couldn't tell you
off the top of me head.

I mean, I'm no Louis Cartier,

but I imagine that little lot
set you back a bob or two.

What are we talking,
60, 70 grand, maybe?

My property that got stolen,
Inspector.

So how I choose to deal
with it is up to me.

You see, that's what
worries me, Charlie.

The person who was found in
possession of it had been m*rder*d.

You don't think it's me
what done it?

- We checked your criminal record.
- I was shocked, frankly.

Armed robbery, as*ault,
numerous spells in prison.

And now I'm retired.
I don't do that any more.

Maybe. But I can't help thinking,
if a man like you gets ripped off,

then something tells me
you're not going to take that

lying down, are you?

For the record, where were you

between ten and eleven
o'clock last night?

I was in bed. Asleep.

- With Mrs Blake?
- As it happens, I was alone, actually.

Lucy was out with
the girls last night.

So, to be clear, Charlie...

.. you don't have an alibi for
the time our victim was m*rder*d?

No, Inspector.

I don't.

Morning, Dwayne.

- JP?
- Darlene.

So, how's my birthday boy today?

All the better for
seeing you, Darlene.

I take it we're still on
for dinner this evening?

Well, I should hope so.

I've already bought
all the ingredients.

- Oh? - Your favourite. - Mm.
- Creole-spiced ribs.

- Oh, Lord!
- So, you on the job right now

or am I allowed to give you
a little birthday kiss?

Well, funny you should say that,
you just catch me on a break.

That evidence isn't going
to log itself, you know.

Yes, of course. Goodbye, Darlene.

CORDELL: Hello?

Is anybody there? Can
I get some water, please?

I suppose you're enjoying all this.

As far as I'm concerned,
the sooner this is over with

and you're out of here, the better.

Everything OK, gents?

Everything's fine, sir.

Tell me. Do you
recognise this fella?

His name's Charlie Blake.

Never heard of him. Who is he?

The gear that Eugene
asked you to shift

- belongs to this man and his wife.
- What is this?

What's going on?
Why haven't you charged me yet?

Because I don't think you're
telling us the truth, Cordell.

I think you're covering for someone.

You know, right now, stuck in
this cell, I wish that were true.

But I'm afraid you are
wasting your time, Inspector.

There is no-one else involved.

Sir, postmortem and
lab results are in.

- I'll print off for you.
- Oh, thank you, Florence.

Oh, I almost forgot, Dwayne,

a little bird by the name of Darlene
tells me it's your birthday.

- Why didn't you say?
- Oh, you know me, Chief.

I'm not one to blow
my own birthday trumpet.

- Well, happy birthday, anyway!
- Thank you, Chief. - Yes, happy birthday!

- Thank you, Sarge.
- I'd offer to buy you a drink,

- only I hear you got plans.
- Well, I could still fit one in

before I have dinner
with Darlene, you know.

- Only if there's time, now.
- There's always time.

Right. Let's see if any of
this backs up our thinking.

So the pathologist
confirmed the time of death

would be just after
10 o'clock last night.

Which is when both Cordell and the
neighbour say it happened.

Small traces of blood
found on the ornament

confirm this to be the w*apon.
Partial finger-prints recovered.

And who did they belong to?

Cordell Thomas.

As well as Cordell being
caught at the crime scene,

and then confessing he did it,
we now also have a time of death

that matches his and
the neighbour's statements.

- Plus, his prints are on the m*rder w*apon.
- I know, JP.

Every single piece of evidence
we've uncovered so far

- points to Cordell as our k*ller.
- So, maybe he is, then, sir.

Florence. How're you getting on?

I've been going through
the victim's finances

and Eugene was struggling
to make ends meet.

Might also explains the sub-standard
quality of his silky jim-jams.

Er, you know what, Chief?

If our victim was trying
to sell that stuff,

maybe I should have a word
with Jimmy The Fence.

- Why not? Give him a bell.
- Will do. - Also, sir,

I found a monthly payment
for a lock-up

Eugene rents down by the beach.
Might be worth us taking a look.

Good thinking. How did you
fellas get on at Cordell's flat?

It looked like Cordell
didn't use it very much, sir.

I think Eugene had him
working long hours.

We also spoke to a couple
of his neighbours

and they confirmed exactly
what JP said earlier.

The man is a total loner.

Which makes me start to wonder, how
can the guy be covering for someone

- if he doesn't even know anyone?
- We did find this, sir.

Cordell's address book.
There's not many names inside it.

- But I'll phone around a few that's there.
- Mm. - Sir?

Key to Eugene's lock-up.

Lead the way, Detective!

Wow, look at all this stuff.

Man of taste!

Florence?

OK, I'll speak to the man outside.
See if he saw anything.

- Hello, sir. Can I ask you some
questions, please? - Yes, Officer...

Don't mind if I do.

Serves you right for trying
to steal a dead man's cookies.

Right, what've we got?

Thank you.

Sir? That was really interesting.

He said yesterday he
was working on his boat

when he heard shouting coming
from inside this lock-up.

When he looked,
Eugene's sister was there.

She was furious.

He couldn't make out
what it was all about.

But when she left, she said Eugene
hadn't heard the last of it.

I am not going to be
driven out of my own place!

Well, I think I might
know what it was about.

Look at these. It's where
Eugene keeps all his paperwork.

- He was selling the cafe?
- Although Eugene owns the restaurant,

it seems like it's Celeste
who runs the show.

So, if he'd decided to sell it...

Yeah, I imagine she wouldn't
be too happy about it.

Wow, this place is really something!

This your mum? Lily, was it?

- Yes. - I imagine she was the life
and soul of the place, am I right?

Take a seat.

Yes, she was a good hostess.

Made every night feel special.

- Like a party.
- And from what I gather,

Eugene was cut from the same cloth?

They both had a certain... charisma.

When your mother d*ed, she
left the business to Eugene.

- He was younger than you? - Mm-hm.
- Why not leave it to you, Celeste?

Seems it's you who
does all the work.

Eugene was her favourite.

But though it was
Eugene's name on the deeds,

it's my heart that beats
inside this place.

Oh, well, that's plain to see.

No doubt about that.

So, then, how did you
feel about the fact

that Eugene was planning
to sell the restaurant?

Huh, I, er...

I only found out yesterday.

Eugene never showed any
interest in this place.

Always too busy pursuing
his "other ventures",

as he liked to call them.

But all it ever did was
brought him more debt.

So, what were you
going to do about it?

There is nothing I can do.

We know you had an argument with
Eugene yesterday at his lock-up.

Sounds like you got pretty
worked up there, Celeste.

From the moment
that child was born...

.. Eugene had not a single ounce of
common sense in that head of his.

Mamma didn't care.

"He has spirit," she'd say.

But what good is spirit if you don't
have the gumption to go with it?

I admit it.

I disliked my brother.

And I would have gladly m*rder*d him

for what he planned to do
to this restaurant.

Except that she...

.. Mamma, would never
have forgiven me.

And unlike Eugene, I at least have
some respect for my mother's memory.

Where were you last night
around ten o'clock?

I was here. Cleaning up
after service.

Anyone vouch for that?

I was alone.

But sir, if Celeste k*lled Eugene,

why would Cordell agree
to cover for her?

When me and Dwayne
spoke to her earlier,

- she said she didn't even trust the guy.
- It's a fair point, JP.

I don't quite have an answer yet.

And it's the same problem with
our first suspect, Charlie Blake.

We can't find a strong enough
connection between him and Cordell.

Also true -- thank you, Florence.

So we only have two possible
suspects and, in both cases,

there's absolutely no reason

for Cordell to take the
blame for either of them.

Again, spot on. Much appreciated.

Dwayne, JP, I don't suppose
you've found anything

to support my theory that
Cordell might be innocent.

Dwayne, what about Jimmy the Fence,
was he any help?

Still waiting for him
to call me back.

JP, what about
Cordell's address book?

- Did you manage to speak to any of them?
- All of them, sir.

Mostly older friends who said

they've hardly seen
Cordell in the last year.

What about his phone records?

There's no registered accounts
with any of the island's networks.

He must've used a pay-as-you-go
phone and disposed of it

because we didn't find one at
the crime scene or at his flat.

- Maybe he ditched it before he handed
himself in. - Well, that could help.

Because you'd only ditch your
phone if there was something on it

- you didn't want the police to find.
- But how we going to find that, sir?

It could be anywhere on the island.

So, the truth is, Cordell
leads an isolated life.

With few, if any, friends.

Which makes it hard to
believe there's anyone

he could be protecting, even
if he wanted to. On top of which,

every single piece of
evidence we have so far

points firmly to him
as the guilty party.

- Apart from the peanut.
- Apart from the peanut.

All right, let's take a breather.
Clear the heads.

Here, sir. I made you a cup of tea.

I thought you looked
like you could use one.

Ah, that's very thoughtful, JP.

No situation can't be remedied
by a nice hot cup of cha.

- Sir. Can I ask you something?
- Course you can.

Well, that peanut.

Is that the only reason why you're
convinced Cordell is innocent?

I'll tell you what, JP.

I'll answer your question on the
proviso that you answer one for me.

- Deal?
- Deal.

What's your question?

Cordell Thomas.

Why are you so convinced
he's guilty?

There's more going on here

than just an old face from
the past, isn't there?

Cordell wasn't a very nice person
at school, you know?

In fact, he was very nasty, sir.
Bullied people, bullied me.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, must've been tough.

What age were you
when this happened?

I was 11. It lasted about a year.

I mean, I was small for my age
and easy to pick on.

And because I didn't ever put up
a fight, I think Cordell,

well, he realised he could do
whatever he wanted to me.

So he did.

What I saw inside him then,
you know, looking into his eyes

as he picked on me
and pushed me around...

I don't think that just leaves you.

Anyway, your turn.

Oh, yeah. The peanut. Yeah.

My old man was a copper.
Did I ever tell you that?

- No. A detective like you?
- No, no, no, no. Strictly uniform.

But he was good, you know.
He had a nose for it.

And he used to say you know
the truth not just by the reason,

but also by the heart.

And I guess that's
how I feel about Cordell.

There's something in here,
telling me that he didn't do it.

So, no. Wasn't just
about the peanut.

But what can you do about instinct

when all the physical evidence
is solidly stacked against you?

- HE SIGHS
- Running out of options, JP.

You know what, sir?

I think I know what we need to do.

Florence! JP and I have just
had an impromptu case conference

out on the veranda
and, well, the upshot is

we've decided to work through the
night to try and cr*ck this one.

- If that's the plan, then I'm in.
- Which means the pressure's on.

Because we've got less than 10 hours
before we have to charge Cordell.

- Thank you, Jimmy.
- Is that your man, Jimmy The Fence?

Oh, yes, about two weeks ago,
Jimmy got wind on the grape vine

that one of the local thieves
had burgled Charlie Blake's house.

Did he say who it was?

That was the only thing
I couldn't get out of him.

As soon as that thieving
little toe-rag realised

whose house he'd broken into, he
started to sweat like a hot banana.

He didn't want a man like
Charlie Blake on his back.

- So, what did he do? - Well, he went
to find someone to sell the gear to.

And in steps the unwitting
Eugene Jones, I take it?

Exactly. So, anyway,

Jimmy then heard that Charlie Blake
was kicking and screaming,

running up and down,
asking everybody

if they knew who had his gear.

So, Charlie wasn't going
to just let go of it.

You better believe it!
Apparently, he was fuming.

Saying that he was going to make
sure whoever had stolen his stuff

was going to suffer.

I think it's time you and I had
another little chat with Mr Blake.

And why don't you fellas pop
back to the victim's house?

- Give it another search.
- Yes, sir.

And see if you can speak
to the neighbour again.

See if there's anything at
all he forgot to tell us.

With all due respect, Chief,
it's getting a bit late

and some of us have places
we need to be, remember?

Oh, your birthday dinner!
I am so sorry, Dwayne.

You go on, we can manage.

- Well, if you're sure it's OK?
- Yeah, go on! Enjoy yourself.

Thank you, Chief.

HE SNIFFS

You know, Florence. Maybe
I should change my shirt first.

Still smells of fish.
What do you think?

- HE SNIFFS
- Yeah.

You know what the hardest thing
is about being a detective, Charlie?

No.

But I get the feeling
you're going to tell me.

It's having the faith
to trust your instincts.

Because it's abstract, intangible.

Nothing more than a feeling in your
guts telling you something's wrong.

- Your point? - Earlier today,
I had the same feeling about you.

And I was right to trust it.

We have a witness who claims
you were threatening revenge

- on whoever had your jewellery.
- The next thing,

the man in possession
of it turns up dead.

Now, are you telling me
that's just a coincidence?

I'll be brief, Inspector, cos I've
had my fill of your time-wasting.

You're right. I was looking
to get my jewellery back.

And if I found whoever had it,
there were going to be consequences.

However, things never got that far.

Because it now seems
someone b*at me to it.

And anything to prove to us
that it wasn't you who did it?

Nothing.

But if your instinct's as good
as you seem to think it is,

then why don't we
let that be the judge?

I... didn't... do it, Inspector.

Well, as the English would say,

- blimey.
- Blimey indeed.

Hmm! Oh!

It's your birthday, so help
yourself to as much as you want.

Oh, yes!

I've been waiting for this
all day, you know.

I thought I'd nearly have to cancel.

- Oh? - Yeah, see, we've got this case,
it's really baffling, you know.

So, the Chief wanted us
to work up all night.

But my very own boy in blue managed
to solve it just in time, eh?

If I had, they wouldn't still
be up there working on it now.

I reckon they'll be up there
for most of the night.

Anyway, so the Chief said to me,
"Look, it's your birthday,

"go and enjoy yourself."
So here I am.

Is something wrong, Darlene?

So, you have hot-footed it
up here to stuff your face.

- You better believe it!
- While the rest of your poor colleagues

are working through the night
to bring justice to this island.

But it's my birthday!

- Here, caffeine'll do you good.
- Thank you.

I mean, it probably
won't in the long run.

But it might stop us
from nodding off.

So, Charlie Blake?

- I hate to say this, sir, but...
- You think he's telling the truth?

Maybe we've had our m*rder*r
locked up in that cell all along.

Cordell. He had a coffee with him.

Sir, if you were going to
hand yourself in to the police

to protect someone, what's
the last thing you'd do?

Well, let the person
I was protecting know

that's what I was doing.

So, what, you think Cordell phoned
whoever it is he's covering for

before handing himself in?

It's like JP said, the
phone could be anywhere.

Except I remembered he
had a takeaway coffee,

it was six in the morning
when he got to the station

and there's only one place
open at that time in Honore.

- The bakery.
- He must've bought it before he came to us.

Cordell knows he has
to make one last call

before he gives himself up.

So he goes and buys a coffee,
phones whoever it is. And then...

Bins the phone, and he makes
his way to the police station.

That's the route you'd take
from the bakery to the station.

We need to check every bin
along that route.

Dwayne? What are you doing here?

Well, I... I couldn't enjoy myself

knowing my colleagues were
still working on the case.

So I came to help.

Darlene told you to, didn't she?

No, she didn't.

Though she's a very intimidating
woman when she wants to be.

Yeah, well, you're just in time
because we need to search every bin

- from the bakery to the police station.
- Seriously? Bin duty?

But it's my birthday!

And you didn't see anybody at all

while you were waiting
for us to arrive?

I would have told you if I had.

- And there's no-one else in the house
that might have seen something? - No.

Been just me here
for a few years now.

Since my wife passed.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Palmer.

Is that her over there?

There's my Bessy.

Well, you both look very happy.

We were.

You know, between us...

.. I used to be a bit of wild thing,
back in the day, you know.

Different girl every night.

But then, this one came along
and something changed.

Like, everything suddenly
make sense in life.

Of course it did.

Maybe Cordell has changed
since you knew him.

- You all right, son?
- Er, yes.

Erm, thank you,
you've been very helpful.

Come back again.

Sir!

I got it wrong.

I got this whole thing wrong, sir.

- Got what wrong?
- Cordell.

All this time, sir,
I was sure it was him.

But it was like what Mr Palmer
said, sir -- something changed.

You've lost me, JP.

OK, think about everything
we've learned about Cordell.

OK, he stopped seeing his friends.

He was spending hardly
any time in his own flat.

Sir, that's what happens
when you meet a girl.

That's what I was like when
I first started seeing Rosey.

I mean, the man even
got himself a job, sir!

Cordell was settling down.

- You mean he's got a girlfriend?
- Yes, sir.

And I think it's her
he's protecting.

All we have to do now, sir,
is find out who she is.

- Sir? Wrapped up in an old newspaper.
- Good work, Detective Sergeant.

Last number dialled was
at 5:32am yesterday morning.

- 20 minutes before Cordell handed himself in.
- Someone called Marie.

Marie? Looks like
you got this right, JP.

But who's Marie?

The caretaker.

OK. First we get Cordell
to revoke his statement

and tell us exactly what's gone on.

And if we're right about this,

then we'll have to go
and arrest the girlfriend.

I'll save you the time.
You can arrest me now.

Is anybody else here
getting a touch of deja vu?

KEYS JANGLE

Cordell? From the start of this
case, I struggled to believe

that you k*lled Eugene Jones.

I thought you were covering for
someone. And I was right, wasn't I?

That's right.

He didn't break in to Eugene's
house to steal the jewellery.

He went there to help me.

Because I k*lled Eugene.

About a week ago, Eugene did ask
me to sell some stolen goods.

But I told him no.
I didn't do that any more.

Cordell told me what happened.

And I told him he
did the right thing.

But I know how much
we could use the money.

So I thought I could sell it
myself, as a one-off.

Cordell need never know.

After a couple of days, I'd already
sold about a quarter of the stuff.

But then, one of the market traders
told me some man was asking round.

That he heard I was selling his
stuff and he wanted it back.

Charlie Blake was on to you.

Apparently, he was making
some nasty threats.

So, what did you do?

The night before last,

I went round Eugene's to
hand over the money I made.

And I told him I was scared
about this Charlie Blake.

And he just shrugged.

Told me I'd been careless
and it was my problem.

So I told Eugene, if he wasn't going
to help me, I'll go to the police.

- And he didn't like that?
- He started shouting at me.

I tried to leave.
But he wouldn't let me.

You know, he was holding me back.
Hurting me.

And I just wanted to get away. So I
grabbed the ornament and lashed out.

You hit him?

I went to, but I missed.

And he stumbled back, he fell and
banged his head on the coffee table.

And just laid there, dead.

Which is when you went to Cordell?

She was in a state, hysterical.
She could hardly speak.

I said not to worry.

I'd go check it out.

Next thing I know, I get a call from
him, telling me I'm to keep quiet.

That he's going to take the blame.

To protect me, both of us.

Sorry. Both of you?

You're pregnant?

Four months. That's why
Cordell did all this.

- To stop us going to prison.
- That's why it all started?

Why you needed the money?

We wanted to put a
deposit down on a house.

Just wanted to do
the best for our baby.

I'm sorry, Cordell.

Truth is, if anybody should be
apologising, it's me.

I know what I did to you
all those years ago, JP.

I get it.

Er, we were different people
back then.

- Erm, I... I think I need some air.
- Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Everything OK, sir?
- It makes absolutely no sense.

- What doesn't? - If Eugene banged
his head on the coffee table,

then he would have been found
lying the other way around.

And there was blood on the w*apon.

Which supposedly
isn't a w*apon at all.

So how did that get there?

And Marie said she gave Eugene
the money, but we never found any.

All we found was this lousy legume.

And ever since, we've located
not a single other nut

anywhere during this case.
Not in the victim's house,

his restaurant, his lock-up.

That's right. We never found
any nuts in the lock-up.

But there was a cookie jar,
wasn't there?

Except there were no cookies.
Or nuts, for that matter.

Only elastic bands.

No cookies, no nuts, no money.

The night before last,
I went round Eugene's

to hand over the money I made.

We found jars of rice, pasta and
beans, none with any nuts in it.

This neighbour called up
about a disturbance.

He was putting out his
rubbish just after midnight.

I was in bed, asleep.

I was here,
cleaning up after service.

That's it!

Why else would a dead man be
holding a peanut in his hand?

- It makes perfect sense.
- You want us to round up all the suspects?

It would be churlish not to, Dwayne.

And Florence, there's something
I need you to do for me.

- Sir?
- I need you to go on a nut hunt.

Um...

Enjoying yourself, Inspector?

Very much, Charlie. And all
the more so for you being here.

So glad you could make it.

Now, two nights ago
in this very room,

Eugene Jones was m*rder*d
in cold blood.

And it's important to
take note of that phrase

because that's exactly what it was.

In cold blood.

That night, Marie Gayle
pushed Eugene Jones,

causing him to fall and bang
his head on the coffee table.

She then turned to Cordell Thomas
who, to protect the woman he loved,

admitted to the crime himself.

However, we've come to realise

by the time Cordell got to the crime
scene and started to clean it up,

there were significant differences
to how Marie left it.

For a start, this ornament here
had traces of Eugene's blood on it.

If Eugene d*ed banging his
head on the coffee table,

why was there blood on this?

And if Eugene banged
his head on the table...

.. he would've been found
lying with his head here.

So, then, why,
when he was discovered,

was he facing the opposite way,
lying with his head here?

Doesn't make any sense.

We also know that between Marie
leaving and Cordell arriving,

a sum of money had gone missing.

How much money was it
you handed over to Eugene?

About 10,000.

Marie, when you gave Eugene
the money you'd made, tell me,

- where did he take it?
- Into the kitchen.

But we searched the kitchen.
And we never found any money there.

- So where did it go?
- Someone took it?

Exactly. The person who m*rder*d
Eugene Jones took it.

And now, I can finally
reveal our thief...

.. our m*rder*r...

.. isn't one of you four
in this room right now.

It is in fact Eugene's neighbour,
Samuel Palmer.

I have a feeling that
could be him right now.

- DOOR CLOSES
- Where's Samuel?

He wasn't there, sir.

All his clothes are gone,
and so is the money.

Dwayne, JP. Alert all the ports
and search his house,

- see if you can find any clues as to
where he might be going. - Yes, Chief.

Lost your culprit, Inspector?

I don't understand.
How could Samuel k*ll Eugene?

- It was me that pushed him.
- Well, from the outset,

everything that Cordell told us
made sense of the crime scene.

Except for one thing --

this peanut we found in the
victim's closed right hand.

So what was it doing there?

Well, I think you'll find
the answer lies in that kitchen

with the missing money.

All these jars full of rice
and pasta, beans, flour.

None of them contain nuts.

So, we assumed that Eugene
never had any nuts in the house.

But once I knew something
had gone missing,

specifically, a stash of cash...

.. well, then, maybe Eugene's jar of
peanuts had gone missing as well.

We found it in Mr Palmer's house.

In the cupboard,
underneath his sink.

And just as a cookie jar can
contain nothing but elastic bands,

so too a jar of peanuts can
contain a big load of money.

This is where Eugene kept his cash.

In this tube, secreted
amongst the nuts.

And this is where he put the 10,000
dollars that you gave him, Marie.

And ultimately, this is
what Samuel k*lled him for.

So, here is the final version

of what happened the
night of the m*rder.

Shortly after midnight,
Eugene's neighbour,

Samuel, he heard arguing, so
like the good neighbour he was,

he came over to investigate.

On hearing a fairly serious
fight taking place,

he returned to his own house
and he called the police.

Police, please!

Now, while he was doing that,
Marie here,

who Samuel had heard arguing
with Eugene, panicked

and fled to her boyfriend, Cordell.

Knowing that the police
were on their way,

I believe that Samuel
came back over here

to see if things had calmed down
a bit. And finding the door open,

he came inside and there was
Eugene's body lying on the floor.

What happened? Who did this?

I can only assume while
looking for a first-aid kit,

he came across the opened jar
of nuts with the money inside.

Hard to resist the temptation,
so he took it.

And nobody would've known.

Except Eugene came around!

And he saw Samuel with his money.

Must've been furious.

So he tried to stop him
from taking it.

I'm guessing Samuel knew that
Eugene would tell the police

that he'd tried to steal it.
He didn't want to go to prison.

He just wanted the money.

So, seeing the ornament
on the floor,

he picked it up and he hit him.

Clever fella that he was...

.. he hit him in
exactly the same place

Eugene had already been injured.

The trail would lead back
to the original assailant.

In theory, nobody would ever
have known that he was here.

Which is entirely what happened,
except for one thing.

While Samuel was busy shoving
the spilled nuts and the...

And the cash back into the jar, your
brother, in his last dying moment,

put his hand around this.

The one piece of evidence we had for
the entire case that made no sense.

But ultimately --
please excuse the pun here --

it cracked it wide open for us.

Mm.

So, I take it you're
done with me now?

We are indeed, Charlie.
It's been an absolute pleasure.

Sorry you didn't get
your man, Inspector.

So, what happens now?

Well, you'll be facing charges,
the pair of you.

But I would hope that
a forgiving judge

will take your situation
into account.

Thank you.

JP, how are you getting on?

Well, sir, I'm afraid there's
nothing in here

that indicates where
Mr Palmer might be.

No address book or laptop.
No mobile phone.

- Nothing. - Chief!
- I've got the harbour master.

He said a man fitting
Samuel Palmer's description

was seen carrying two suitcases and
paying a fishermen to use his boat.

He's heading to one
of the other islands.

- Any chance we could catch him?
- I've spoken to the other port authority.

He's heading that way,
so he shouldn't get far.

- Thanks, Dwayne. Good work.
- Chief. Harry!

Well, I guess that's
all we can do for now.

Hm, I guess his wild days
aren't over just yet.

Eh, Bessy?

ENGINE REVS

So, I was thinking if you were free

and fancied coming over
later for a beer,

we could make a start at
putting the past behind us.

I'd like that.

- Darlene just texted me.
- Oh, yes?

She's doing my birthday
all over again.

Wow!

That's a really great woman
you got there, Dwayne.

Yeah. I know.

♪ Better days are coming by and by

OK! Muah!

♪ Don't you get down-hearted,
don't you cry

♪ Troubles will be over,
all our joys come over

♪ Better days are coming by and by

♪ Don't you know
better days are coming...

- DOORBELL RINGS
- ♪ .. by and by

Hurry back, you know!

♪ Don't you get down-hearted,
don't you cry...

- Dwayne.
- Hmm?

- There's someone here to see you.
- Me?

Hello, son.

♪ .. by and by! ♪

Blessed love to you all.

- Everything all right?
- It's Billy. He's not answering.

Billy's wife was m*rder*d
30 years ago.

We never caught the
person that did it.

- What's he doing here?
- Is everything OK with Dwayne?

I think his dad being
around is bothering him

more than he'd like to admit.

I need for us to put this right.

We will, sir. We will.