Oh, man!
I'm sorry, sir. Time's up.
If she was your goat, she would have gone to you.
This goat remains unclaimed.
-Fidel. -Yes, sir.
Goats aren't obedient. They don't come when called.
You do know that, don't you?
DWAYNE: Got him, Chief.
Ah, Dwayne, well done.
Oh, you can't put me in here.
Why
Maybe you should stop stealing yachts.
Lily,
I'm going to knock off early, if that's okay.
Sure thing, sir, have a nice evening.
Night, Chief.
Hi.
RADIO COMMENTATOR: Well, I think the West Indies are
being very clever...
FIDEL: Honore Police Station.
Okay, and what time was this?
FIDEL: Okay, we'll send someone over
right away.
Hello?
Um, Dwayne,
you know Lord Salcombe's place?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, his panic room's gone into lockdown.
Apparently, we've got the codes to open it in our safe.
-Well, shall I go and... -Oh, that's a very good shot.
-A beautiful cover
drive all the way...
-Dwayne! -Oh, for heaven's sake.
I'll do it.
Huh?
We've got a problem.
We were having a party and then from nowhere the alarm
started blaring.
Someone is locked inside the panic room.
Where is Lord and Lady Salcombe?
No one has seen them since the alarm went off.
I think you should know,
just before the alarm, there was a gunshot.
Everybody heard it.
So, everybody out, and don't touch anything.
What's going on?
LAWRENCE: There was a gunshot and the panic room has
been locked down.
Who's in there?
What on earth would I be doing in there?
Lawrence, call an ambulance.
Now!
It's Charlie Hulme.
RICHARD: I've just been informed the airline have
lost my luggage.
LILY: Sorry to hear that, sir.
RICHARD: If you could just point me in the direction of
the lost luggage desk?
Ah, thank you.
We don't need outside help.
Charlie Hulme was a British cop.
They want a British cop to lead the case.
RICHARD: What time do you open in the morning?
WOMAN: 0600 hours, sir.
RICHARD: Then I'll call you at 0601.
Thank you very much, Daphne.
Christ!
Sainte-Marie was colonised by the French,
who lost it to the British,
who lost it to the Dutch.
The Dutch lost it back to the French.
The French then handed it back to the British
in the mid-'70s.
So about 30% of the population is still French.
French, great. Just when I though it couldn't
get any worse.
Welcome to Honore Station.
I got to go. The Commissioner is here.
FIDEL: Ah.
Sir.
So, team,
Dwayne, Fidel,
this is Detective Inspector Richard Poole,
from the Met in London.
Thank you.
I'll take over from here.
Right, then. I want everything you've got on DI Hulme's death
on my desk immediately.
And if you can get onto IT to sort out
the login details for my PC.
It's imperative I get on the network ASAP.
Pen-pusher.
This is not going to go well.
Sorry, my monitor won't turn on.
Oh, this heat.
Then take your jacket off.
DI Hulme's been dead 48 hours.
Is this all you've got?
Where's the forensics report, ballistics, DNA?
We'll have them soon.
Who's this?
Everybody in that photograph was on the guest
list for the party,
apart from that woman.
And neither Lord or Lady Salcombe
or any of the other guests
know who she was or what she was doing there.
-In the file.
Is it always this hot?
No.
Sometimes it's a lot hotter.
RICHARD: Look, I'll be honest with you.
This whole Caribbean thing,
I mean, I'm sure it's very nice but, um...
Well, it's really not my idea of, uh...
Yeah. So as soon as I've solved this case
and I've got my luggage, I'm on the next plane home.
I can't think why they sent me here.
Sorry, where is here?
I thought you might like to see
where you're staying
before we go up to the house.
This is where we put the foreign officers.
Like you
and Charlie Hulme.
This is Charlie's old house?
You can freshen up and I'll pick
you up in an hour.
Christ.
I think they're very pleased to have me here,
if I'm honest.
The welcome's been very, uh...
Yeah, you know, and
the accommodation's very...
Oh, bloody splinter!
Oh, God.
Yeah, no, no, it's fine. It's fine, no.
It does a little bit, yeah, yeah, mmm...
Thank you for sending me, sir. Yep, okay.
-Yeah, uh, sorry.
Got to go, yeah, bye.
So, how did a British policeman get mixed up
with an aristocrat?
Who, Charlie?
Fun. Not your typical Englishman.
Charismatic, you know?
What do you mean by a typical Englishman?
Detective Inspector Richard Poole,
Metropolitan Police.
LAWRENCE: Ah, yes. Come in.
Thank you.
Well, I was out here serving drinks
to the guests.
It had just gone 8:00.
Then there was a gunshot from the study
and the alarms went off.
-Well,
I waited for the police to arrive.
Did you see this woman that night?
No.
What's that?
It's a laser tape measure.
Accurate to a millimetre over 150 meters.
We do have tape measures on Sainte-Marie, you know.
Not like this, you don't, Sergeant Thomson.
Now, when DI Hulme's body was found,
he was holding a book.
A travel guide to Europe. Why?
This is the vase, then, that was found
smashed on the night?
Mmm-hmm.
When the room was locked down, could anyone else have got in?
No. Not until I entered the code.
And it can only be opened from the outside.
Death was instantaneous?
He was killed by a .22 bullet,
shot up through the throat and straight into his skull.
It could almost be suicide, couldn't it,
but for two things.
One, gunshot and then alarm.
How could Charlie shoot himself, then manage to
shut down a heavy steel door?
And secondly, if it was suicide,
why didn't we find a pistol?
Then if it was murder...
How did the murderer kill DI Hulme and then escape from
a locked steel room?
James Lavender, how do you do?
Can you tell me exactly where you were standing when
the gun went off?
Fortunately for me, when the gun went off,
I was down here on my beach.
Oh, I see. Your beach.
A little proprietorial, aren't we?
Well, I do own it.
Right. And what were you doing down here?
I was down here for a touch of privacy
with a special friend.
A special friend who wasn't necessarily your wife?
Which is rather the problem.
James?
JAMES: My wife, Sarah, spotted us.
The argument was quick, wordless.
Ended with a large glass of wine
all over her dress. RICHARD: Well, that means you
were back at the party when the gun went off.
JAMES: No, I came back down here.
But my friend had gone.
And how well do you know the deceased?
Not at all.
Maybe Sarah invited him.
Sorry, do we have to, um...
LILY: Do you own a .22 pistol?
JAMES: No, I don't know the first thing about guns.
Wouldn't know one end from another.
But you've really dressed for
the Caribbean, haven't you?
Yeah.
Having heard the gunshot, what did you do next?
Well, then the alarms went off. I didn't know
what was going on so I hid.
Until I saw the police arrive.
I see the safe was open.
How many people know the combination to open it?
Well, I do, of course, and my wife.
That's it
-Yeah. -Well,
did you open it that night?
No.
Or give DI Hulme the combination?
-No! -Then your wife
must have opened it.
You're going to have to ask her
yourself, aren't you?
SARAH: My dress was ruined. I was humiliated.
I came back to the house.
So, this is where I was when the alarm went off.
And what did you do next?
I came in here to get dressed.
Did you invite DI Hulme to the party?
No. Didn't my husband?
LILY: He says he didn't.
On the day of the party, did you open the safe?
No.
Or give DI Hulme the combination
so he could open it?
No.
She's lying, isn't she?
One of them must have opened the safe, but why?
We got a British policeman murdered
in a rich man's panic room,
an old book clutched in his hands,
a safe that's open and a vase that's smashed.
As for suspects, only two people
without an alibi.
James, because he was down on his beach alone
and Sarah because she was taking a shower.
Not that any of this matters.
Doesn't get us any closer to understanding the how.
How did the murderer kill Charlie Hulme
and escape from a locked steel room?
It's impossible.
I need to see the pieces from the vase and the book
Charlie was holding.
-But first I need to see the body.
-That won't be possible.
What won't?
-No, none of it.
The book, the body, the vase. None of it is here.
-It's in Basse-Terre.
Fine, we'll get some sandwiches
on the way.
Basse-Terre, Guadeloupe.
Fine.
Which is a completely different island.
What?
We don't have forensic labs and DNA analysis
and ballistics here.
We are just a small island.
So, I bag the evidence from the murder
and it all gets flown to Guadeloupe.
Then how are we supposed to solve this case?
Arrange for the vase and the book to be
sent here by tomorrow morning.
-Of course, sir.
Hello?
Who are you?
I'm Detective Inspector Richard Poole
of the Metropolitan Police.
-I, um...
I am Mr Hulme's cleaner.
You're his cleaner?
Mmm.
Well, I won't get in your way.
You got your work cut out.
Thank you, sir.
So, um...
Are you a friend of Charlie's?
Something like that.
You're from England, right?
Ah, you can tell, can you?
Yeah.
Um, what are you doing here?
Is it a holiday, sir?
You haven't heard, have you?
Heard what?
And he was such a nice man.
-So full of life. Not your typical...
-Yes, I've heard. Yeah.
But who would kill him?
We're pursuing a number of lines
of enquiry.
Are you... Are you staying here, sir?
I hope not.
Well, do you need a cleaner?
Or laundry? I could always send
any of your suits.
No, it's fine. Really. Don't worry.
I'll just, um,
borrow the odd item from Mr Hulme.
-They are not all clean. -Oh, please.
No. You lost my suitcase, so you can find my suitcase.
What do you mean you've got no record of it?
I filled in the form. I gave to it Daphne.
Daphne. She was standing by the lost luggage counter
when I lost my...
I'll ring you back.
Shoo!
Where can I get a .22 calibre gun
and some blank rounds?
Best if I don't ask?
It's always best if you don't ask.
So, the book and the vase have arrived
from Guadeloupe.
Well done. Very good work.
So this is it, the book Charlie
was holding when he was shot?
-Mmm-hmm. -Hmm.
What's so special about it?
Ah!
And now the pieces from the smashed vase.
Yeah, yeah, this is all good. I should be able...
There's still two more bags, sir.
Even so, a bit of glue, and...
Okay. The gun is sorted.
Well, when you get it,
bring it straight to James Lavender's house.
Lily and I are going there now.
We are
As it turns out, Lady Salcombe's
been lying to us.
Good morning, Lady Salcombe.
Please, call me Sarah.
Then tell me, Sarah, why did you lie to me?
-You knew Charlie Hulme.
-No, I didn't. -You've been to his house.
I smelled the perfume on one of his towels,
a perfume I'd only smelled once before,
in your dressing room.
No!
-In the panic room that night. -I didn't.
Then you calmly went for a shower, washing off any
trace of evidence
-in the process. -No, I didn't kill Charlie.
But you did, Sarah, in cold blood.
You put a gun to his throat and pulled the trigger.
No. I didn't kill him. I loved him!
I'd always worried that James would
find out about Charlie and me.
When I saw him shot dead, it's...
You think James killed him?
-Charlie was investigating my husband.
He said he didn't dare tell me.
My life would be in danger.
It was you.
You gave Charlie the combination
to the safe, didn't you?
Charlie said there was a book in the safe
and that if he could just get a hold of it,
he would be able to put my husband in prison.
We've seen the book. It's just an old guidebook.
What's so special about it?
Apologies for interrupting. Your colleagues
say they're ready.
Dwayne, Dwayne, so...
Who is your prime suspect?
Sorry?
Well, we're having a little sweepstakes, so, you know,
a nod in the right direction?
It's a bit of a bit of a mystery so far.
We're thinking of fitting up one of the staff.
Listen. When I'm dressed like this,
don't mess with me, okay?
LILY: Okay, Dwayne, Fidel, are you in position?
Yup.
You sure these are blanks?
Yes.
Did either of you hear that?
You fired that gun yet?
The Detective Inspector is going to fire again.
-No, nothing.
This is a .22 pistol.
Same calibre as the gun that killed Charlie Hulme,
so if Dwayne and Fidel can't hear
me firing on a day like today,
what did the guests hear on the night of the party?
The gunshot that killed Charlie Hulme.
No, any gunshot they heard must have come from
a larger calibre gun.
A louder gun.
Ah, well, if it's a louder gun you're looking for...
You said you didn't own a gun.
No, I said I didn't own a .22 pistol.
But if it's a large gun you're after...
Darling?
What large gun?
It was my father's.
His service revolver.
It's been here for years.
It's gone.
There's a box of bullets but...
but the gun's disappeared.
.38 calibre Smith & Wesson rounds. Yep.
It's a loud gun.
And now it's missing.
-Me, of course. And...
and James.
-No.
So, once again, it's either James or Sarah
and I don't pick Sarah as a murderer.
Are you saying women don't kill people?
Sir, she doesn't have an alibi for the time of the murder,
hmm?
She was having an affair with the deceased,
she owns a gun she didn't tell us about, which now has
apparently gone missing.
Oh, yes, and she turns up at the scene of the murder
having showered and washed her hair?
Well, that, at least, is understandable.
What?
The shower. This unremitting heat.
I mean, how many showers do you have a day?
What's in this book worth dying for?
You know, if we could just prove the service revolver was
fired that night...
-Yeah.
Well, it would mean that Charlie could have been
killed before 8:00
with a quiet .22 pistol and the service revolver was
only fired at 8:00
to establish an apparent time of death.
You need a break.
So, tell me, what's London like?
Oh, uh, noisy, a mess.
Like being in a bar fight, mostly, but...
-Only place I'd live.
What's a typical London experience, hmm? Something
that fills you with joy?
Tell me.
Uh, so...
Walking into my local, the White Hart.
It's snowing,
-bitterly cold outside, but there's a...
-Right.
...a fire roaring in the grate, the windows misty
with condensation.
And I've got a beer in my hand,
sitting in the snug,
in the chair that I sit in and that first sip...
Alone?
Yes, but that feeling, you know, of belonging,
knowing who you are.
Whatever this is, it's not that.
Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow, shall I?
Yes, yes, good idea. Yeah.
-And, uh, thanks again. -Good night.
Yeah. Good work.
Uh, you've been fantastic.
Oh, come on!
Is the Inspector in yet?
No. He found a key.
Looks like it's for a safety deposit box.
Him and Lily have gone to the bank to check it out.
Just knock on the door when you want to be let out.
So, Charlie's a policeman abroad. It's not
necessarily suspicious
that he would have a safety deposit box.
On the other hand...
Cash, forged passports... Human trafficking.
It's got to be. Up through the Caribbean and
into the States.
It's a multi-million-dollar trade and it absolutely relies
on corrupt officials.
But how does all this tie in with James Lavender?
Because that is James Lavender's boat.
We found these in Charlie Hulme's
safety deposit box.
I want them logged and fingerprinted ASAP.
Yes, sir. It's the airport. They found your luggage.
Not now, Fidel. Dwayne.
Lily's getting a warrant to search James'
house and yacht.
I need you to give me a lift to the harbour, if you would.
You do have another car, don't you?
It's not just...
It's just the one car, isn't it? And what do you
do in emergencies?
I thought you'd never ask.
-There she is over there. -Well, how are we
going to get to it?
No, no. We haven't got a search warrant.
We have now.
Locked.
LILY: Hey! Look what I found!
You all right there, sir?
All right.
-People smuggling. -Told you.
-Hang on, you're Charlie's cleaner.
-Charlie didn't have a cleaner.
No! Dressed as a cleaner! Now what?
There you are.
Remind me to tell you the story of the tortoise and
the hare sometime.
What were you doing on James Lavender's boat?
Okay. What's your relationship with James Lavender?
And what were you doing in Charlie's house pretending
to be a cleaner?
Hang on.
This is you here, isn't it? You were at
the party that night.
-No, of course not. -Then why are
you talking to me?
No, of course. I'll arrange for a duty solicitor to visit
with you immediately.
-Oh, no, it's just...
It's a hundred degrees in here and you're standing
there in a suit and tie
-I'm a British policeman.
And you're in there 'cause I found you on a boat
that's been used for people-smuggling.
Give me my phone call.
Fidel, our friend wants her one phone call.
-Yes, sir. -As for you and me, Lily,
I think it's time to put the squeeze on James Lavender.
Yes, sir.
RICHARD: We're not leaving till we've got it all.
How the people smuggling works, who that woman is that
we've got in the cells,
oh, and what Charlie was doing in the panic room
when he was killed,
why he was killed, why he was holding the book
and how, finally,
how Charlie was murdered.
Oh, no.
LILY: Dead. He must have shot himself.
It's a .22 pistol, isn't it? Just like the one
that killed Charlie.
This isn't a suicide, sir. This is a confession.
-James killed Charlie. -But someone
warned him, didn't they?
The one phone call.
Okay, so who did you phone?
You are in so much trouble.
Sir, there's been a breakout. I'm ringing the Coast
Guard and INTERPOL.
We need to alert the airport. How did she escape
from a locked cell?
Detective Inspector, can I introduce you to Detective
Sergeant Camille Bordey?
Born in Sainte-Marie, trained in Paris,
but for the last two years has been working
undercover on Guadeloupe.
-Making the case against James Lavender.
-And she's back on the island.
Because I'm days away from an arrest,
so I'd appreciate if you...
I'm sorry, there's an undercover
police officer on this island
working the same case and you didn't
think to tell me?
We couldn't. Camille reckons there's a corrupt policeman
helping James Lavender. We couldn't take the risk.
It's not likely to be me, is it?
I've been in Croydon for the last 13 years!
And if you're looking for your corrupt copper,
it was Charlie Hulme.
-I've got a box
full of evidence
linking Charlie to human trafficking
and James Lavender's yacht.
Charlie was clearly James' right-hand man.
Then we need to go in hard, sir, arrest James
Lavender right now.
-Small problem. -Don't tell me,
there is some form we have to fill in
first in triplicate?
James Lavender's dead.
Looks like suicide, but either way,
as far as this case goes,
Charlie Hulme's a dead end and now,
so too is James Lavender.
This place.
Sir, look, you know, if James killed Charlie and then
killed himself,
I can take over from here, finish the paperwork.
You could be on the next plane out of here.
Oh, don't. I'm imagining it now.
Walking out at Heathrow. Being cold.
Finally being cold again. You know,
I never thought I'd miss it.
-Drizzle.
That feeling on your face, like a wet flannel.
Oh, England!
Problem is we may know what happened
but we still don't really know how it happened.
How was Charlie killed from inside a locked panic room?
Lily, I need you to stay here and conclude the interviews.
Fidel!
-You're with me. -Yes, sir.
-I don't believe it.
-You do not ever
want to know how long.
Okay, that seems about right. It took me...
This wasn't knocked over.
Look. Here and here. It was shot,
from slightly above and angling downwards.
Now, if you go over towards the desk,
let's say you're James.
-At this stage, all I know
is that somebody shot this vase, but with a .22
bullet or a .38?
That's the question.
The whole case rather depends on us finding the answer.
So, if you just hold that absolutely still,
let's find out where the bullet went.
You need to watch out for snakes, sir. They can be in
the trees sometimes, too.
-Sir! -God!
I thought you were... Where have you been?
I figured the tortoise would get there a whole lot quicker
with a metal detector.
Finally. Proof.
The bullet that shot the vase on the night of the murder
was a .38 calibre.
Fired by a bloody loud service revolver.
Oh, no, not again.
Yes, what
No, no, no. Start again. My luggage.
What do you mean it's still in Heathrow?
You lost it in Sainte-Marie.
Hey? Oh!
Oh, I see.
No, sorry. Just, uh, keep it in Heathrow, please
and I'll be back soon.
In fact, I'll be on the next plane
out of here.
You okay there, sir?
They never put my luggage on the plane.
Yeah!
Yes, of course! Ah!
It's the heat. It's finally got
the better of him.
-She fired the gun and then... -Should I call
for an ambulance?
Yes! You do!
Of course! Thank you, Fidel. Yes!
Okay. So, that phone call and then,
into the sea with you.
Brilliant! Brilliant! Leaving
the murderer for you to...
...commit murder.
Uh, just loosen your tie a moment there, sir.
It's very, very simple. Call the ambulance.
No, call the Commissioner. He's going to need to be
here for the arrest.
Okay, you said it. Better get the Commissioner here
as soon as possible.
What killed him in the first place?
That's the question.
But then, if the bullet's not the bullet...
What if...
Yes! -How many fingers
am I holding up, sir?
Fidel, James Lavender had a mobile phone on him when
he died. Get it for me.
I'm also going to need the .22 pistol he was holding when
we found his body.
And while you're getting them,
you and me, Dwayne, we're going to
have a little chat.
You know, I should have realised the lessons of
my luggage sooner.
Your luggage?
See, my case was never loaded onto the plane.
It remained in Heathrow.
So when the hold was opened in Sainte-Marie,
it looked as though it had disappeared.
Whereas, in reality, it was never
in there in the first place.
-The same way that
when the panic room
was opened, we thought the killer had disappeared,
but in reality,
the murderer was never in there.
Please just tell me who killed Charlie.
When Charlie investigated your husband, he set in motion
a chain of events
that would lead to his murder and your husband's.
RICHARD: On the night of the party, I think James
discovered Charlie
in the panic room and realised he had to kill him.
The only problem being James doesn't know his way
around a gun, as he told us.
So he only managed to shoot the vase,
at which point Charlie does the only logical thing
and locks himself
safely inside the panic room.
Now, James has just tried to kill a policeman,
so what does he do?
He goes back to his beach, where I presume he disposed
of the service revolver before making a call.
In fact, he must have made a phone call.
He didn't kill Charlie Hulme, so who did he get to do it?
-You can't be sure it wasn't James.
-I can.
James only managed to shoot a vase
using your service revolver, the only gunshot that was
heard on the night.
Don't you see what this means?
We have no way of knowing when Charlie was killed
because nobody heard
the .22 gunshot that killed him.
In fact, he could have been killed at any time on
the night of the murder.
So are you saying he was killed before the panic
room was shut down?
-No, sir.
I know who the murderer is and so do you,
Sergeant Thomson,
'cause it's you.
No. Dwayne.
-You quickly realised killing Charlie...
...only bought you time. Isn't that right?
How did the murderer kill Charlie Hulme
and then escape from a locked steel room?
It's impossible.
What you needed next was a sacrificial
lamb, so you planted
a safety deposit key in my bungalow,
knowing that I'd find it the next time I showered.
I mean, how many showers do you have a day?
'Cause once I had the key, you could then lead me to
the safety deposit box
with all the evidence you'd planted
to create supposed links
between Charlie Hulme, human trafficking
and James Lavender,
who you killed before picking up the warrant for us
to search his yacht.
Charlie was found shot dead inside a locked panic room,
on his own,
no gun nearby. If you think
about it logically,
as he's the only person found inside,
he must have been alive
when the room was locked down.
Who else could have shut that door down apart from him?
He's the only person found in there.
And if he was alive when he locked the room down...
LILY: So, everybody out and don't touch anything.
RICHARD: ...he must have also been alive when Sergeant
Thomson opened it up.
Even if he was dead within seconds of her
arriving on the scene.
You see, this wasn't an impossible murder,
it merely happened after the police arrived.
Isn't that so, Sergeant?
Now, I wonder who James rang that night,
having just attempted to murder a British policeman?
Ah. Why, here we are.
Because if he rang you, Sergeant,
that's going to be
pretty incriminating, don't you think?
Hello?
So why did he ring you? If not to say that
Charlie was going
to take you both down unless you took him out?
Why would I kill Charlie Hulme?
Are you saying women don't kill people?
Because the book Charlie was holding, the book he'd just
got from the safe,
and which was about to put you and James in prison.
The book he was holding was a travel guide.
-Yes, it was.
And yet, with this case, nothing has been as it seems.
The gun that was heard on the night wasn't the gun
that killed Charlie,
the bullet that was fired wasn't the bullet
that killed Charlie.
So, this is what I suddenly thought. What if the book
Charlie was holding
wasn't the book Charlie was holding?
LILY: It's Charlie Hulme.
Imagine the book Charlie was holding was incriminating
and you're Lily. What do you do?
Well, you clear the crime scene,
of course, standard procedure.
But then what?
Call an ambulance. Now!
Everyone's seen the book in Charlie's hand. You can't
very well remove it,
so you swap it for any book on these shelves
that looks the same.
The innocent book going into Charlie's hands
and the incriminating book going back on the shelves,
concealed amongst all these others.
Hidden in plain view, as it were.
What's more, I reckon I can do this in one.
Ah. Charlie Hulme's blood on this.
Everything you'd need to prove James' involvement in
human trafficking.
This was the only one with no writing
down the spine.
I imagine you were planning to come back
sometime and retrieve it?
Oh! Your name's in here.
All the way through, in fact,
and there's a fingerprint in Charlie Hulme's blood.
I mean, logically,
if you think about it, that's going to be
quite hard to explain
if it turns out to be yours.
You know, I have to take my hat off to you.
You had me pointing this way and that from the start.
And there were times, I must confess,
when you were dazzling.
You killed two people. Why?
You know how many times I've been passed over?
Someone sent from London to do a job I should be doing?
Charlie Hulme and now him?
So if I'm not good enough,
why not take the money instead and a lot of it?
Enough to get away from this. Away from you.
There's a whole world out there, you know, Fidel.
Problem is I don't think you'll ever get to leave
this island again.
Dwayne, Fidel, if you would.
Sure thing, Chief.
Hmm.
What if I'd trodden on you?
No point looking at me like that.
I'm off.
So, my super in London arranges
for me to be posted here,
you agree to it, and it's not a stitch
Of course not. It's just a sensible
reallocation of resources.
Look, don't get me wrong, I'm sure
the Caribbean's great,
beach holidays and snorkelling, but I can't work
here, let alone live here.
I don't know if anybody's noticed
but there's a tree growing through my front room!
-I've got no luggage. -Ah!
-You know how your luggage
was left at Heathrow?
Any other bombshells I should know about?
Of course not. No.
Well, maybe one.
-No. -Tell me about it.
-You're undercover! -Was undercover.
You kind of blew that when you
arrested me, remember?
-Come on, no one knows you're a copper.
-I do.
-And if a crook
like Marlon knows,
then everyone in the underworld will know she's a
copper, my brethren.
Yes you are!
-I'm trying. -Try harder.
-I can't work with her. -I can't work with him.
The paperwork is done. You're both staying.
So, as Commissioner, and I'm very pleased to say,
on behalf of the Royal
Sainte-Marie Police Force,