(BELL TOLLING)
-I found it in the wardrobe at home.
-Mmm-hmm. -Must have been DI Hume's.
-Hmm.
Why don't you do all the red bits first?
Do you know how wrong that statement is?
You start at the corners, then the edges,
then the middle.
Just like a case.
-How is your prisoner? -What prisoner?
The drunk and disorderly from last night. Minor assault.
-He's still not happy. -Why?
Didn't he like your cooking?
Says he wants to go home.
And his wife's been calling every 10 minutes.
Then tell her to keep a tighter rein on him.
-Can someone help me? -What is it?
It's my husband.
He's dead.
I shot him.
(GULLS CAWING)
(HYPERVENTILATING)
It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to come.
Look. Here.
(WHISPERING) Will you get her
a drink of water?
-Is it bad? -Yeah.
There's no one here.
A woman confesses to murder and there's no body, no blood.
More than that, the entire site
looks like it's been cleansed.
The tide could have cleaned the blood from the sand,
maybe took the body, too.
Call the coast guard.
I want a sweep of this entire coastline.
In this heat, he'll bloat and
float pretty quickly.
I know it's tough, Megan, but I need you to tell me
exactly what happened.
MEGAN: Lucas just stormed off.
I tried to stop him, but when I caught up, he went for me.
-(GRUNTS) -(SCREAMS)
I grabbed something to protect myself.
I think it was a rock.
When he fell, I saw a gun in the sand.
I think that's what he must have hit me with.
You haven't got the guts. Look at you.
Little mousy Megan.
If people only knew!
That gun's not even...
RICHARD: So,
what did you do with the gun?
MEGAN: I dropped it in the sand beside him.
Was it unusual for him to be violent
towards you in that way?
Um, here. Sorry.
Thank you.
-Where did the gun come from? -I don't know.
-You'd never seen him with a gun before?
-No.
What's going to happen to me?
-Well, I... -I'm so frightened.
If you shot someone, why didn't you
report it right away?
I don't know, I was scared. Um, I just walked.
She was probably in shock.
-Where are you staying? -With friends.
They have a house here.
We came over to celebrate their anniversary.
It happened as I told you, I swear.
Come on. Come on.
Okay, Mr Knight. You're being
released without charge.
But now that you've been cautioned,
should you commit any similar offence
whilst on the island,
it will be taken into account, okay?
I didn't commit any bloody offence.
You know, we could always put you back in the cell.
How do I get out of here?
This way.
RICHARD: She doesn't look like a killer.
CAMILLE: (SCOFFS) Too pretty?
No, she just seems so... innocent.
Apart from just confessing to murdering her husband?
You know what I think?
Someone spiked her drink,
she had a bad dream, woke up and thinks it's real.
And her injuries?
Okay, so she had too many cocktails, fell over,
cracked her head and went a bit mental.
Super.
I look forward to bringing the Commissioner up to speed.
Hmm. "We had a woman confess to murdering her husband
"and after an exhaustive investigation,
"we are of the considered opinion that
she 'went a bit mental'."
-Drugs? -Thank you, Dwayne.
Go and take care of Mrs Talbot.
You're being very...considerate,
bearing in mind she just committed a murder.
Ah, but we haven't established that.
I mean, it's hard to confirm the murder has even taken
place without a body.
Wow.
You like her, don't you? -Oh, nonsense.
-Oh.
English, softly spoken. I bet she's just your type.
That's not strictly true.
You were holding hands.
-I? -Yeah, you.
She...
We weren't holding hands. She was holding my hand.
Mmm-hmm.
You'd like her to be innocent, so you can run
barefoot across the sand
and make wild love in the surf.
Not only is that inaccurate, Camille,
it's also childish, fanciful
and unhygienic.
You'll need to do a full written
statement under caution.
Of course. Whatever you say.
Don't worry. We'll explain everything
fully as we go along.
Camille?
Would you take Mrs Talbot through, please?
Yes, sir.
So, what happened?
Crazy woman. Went all the way
there and nothing.
No body, no nothing.
-I need you to go back to the beach.
-What for?
If there was a gun, the tide wouldn't be able to carry
it out, would it?
I mean, a body maybe, it would float.
But a gun's too heavy.
If the tide dragged it, it would just get stuck in the
sand. Correct?
-I guess so. -Yeah.
Take a metal detector.
Concentrate on the area where Mrs Talbot said the body was.
Yes, sir.
What happens now?
Well, I have given it some thought
and without a body,
it's difficult to simply take this
statement at face value.
So, I think it'll be fine for you to go
back to your villa
and we'll carry on with our investigation.
Uh, mmm. But you must surrender your passport.
-It's just a formality. -I understand.
Thank you.
Yes, thank you. Now...
Right. Let's get you home.
Megan, where on earth have you been?
And where's Lucas?
Mrs Knight?
Detective Inspector Richard Poole
and Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey,
Honore Police.
-May we come in? -Of course.
Patrick, darling? It's the police.
Patrick?
What's happened?
ASTRID: Oh, my God! That's awful.
Can I ask when you last saw Mr Talbot?
It was last night.
We were supposed to have dinner together at Pierre's.
Lucas arrived very late and very drunk.
He caused a scene. I had to take him outside.
And he and Megan were arguing and he strode off
and she went after him.
And you didn't see either Mr or Mrs Talbot again?
No, I came straight home.
Is that a rain tree?
Yes, it is.
Don't see many of those over here, do you?
It's all palms and coconuts but...
Wow! Look at that.
Magnificent specimen.
Ah, that's made my day.
So, what about you, Mr Knight?
Did you see Mr or Mrs Talbot again?
PATRICK: Of course I didn't, I was arrested.
Excuse me?
Do you lot actually talk to each other?
I took Lucas out of the restaurant to stop him
trashing the place.
One of your officers saw me punching him,
got the wrong end of the stick and arrested me.
I spent the night in your cells.
I see. Right.
Well, there you are.
Megan doesn't want to stay here.
(RADIO PLAYING)
-Gregory. -Morning, Dwayne.
How's it going?
-How long you been here? -Half an hour.
Looks like you've been here all night.
No way! I just parked up.
I was just going to do some fishing,
that's all.
Hmm.
You see any tourists on the beach
last night? You hear anything?
No, like I said. I wasn't here last night.
I hear what you're saying.
But in 20 years, I have never heard
the truth pass your lips.
Come on. Out of the truck.
Open it up.
I'll find a place in town.
I know you don't want me here. Not really.
You don't have to go.
She's got a mind of her own, Patrick.
She can do as she pleases.
Is it true? What the police said?
Lucas hurt me. Not just last night.
I know you don't want to believe it,
but it's true.
-Lucas had his problems. -He hit me, Astrid.
You're a sensitive soul.
You feel things other people would shrug off.
Like this?
Or this?
I want to go now.
All right, one thing. Do either of you own a gun?
Of course we don't.
No, no.
No. Nope, thank you.
(SIGHS)
Room 25, in case you want to visit.
I know what you're doing and it won't work.
And what is that?
These insinuations about Mrs Talbot.
Oh, you don't think she's pretty?
-Yes. No. -Which is it?
Neither. I'm a police officer, she's a potential suspect.
It would be inappropriate to have an opinion.
So now she's only a potential suspect?
-Yeah. -Despite us having
a full confession?
No, I believe she told us honestly what she thinks
happened but...
There's blood on her dress.
She admitted her husband had been
violent towards her before,
that she feared for her life.
We haven't found a body.
That doesn't make her innocent.
It doesn't make her guilty, either.
So, you don't believe she murdered her husband?
Yeah, I think that's very likely
but to be sure,
to be absolutely sure, we need a body.
DWAYNE: (ON RADIO) Come in, car one.
-Go ahead, Dwayne. -We found the body.
Got caught up in the props of a fishing boat
on its way back in.
RICHARD: So you think cause of death
was the gunshot wound?
Much obliged.
CORONER: Bye.
-What's the verdict? -Shot in the head.
Must have been dead before he hit the ground.
She said she shot twice.
Yeah, unlikely they're both head.
-He has other injuries. -Hmm.
Probably propeller contact. The coroner can confirm.
Look, his stopwatch is running.
Really?
-Turn it off. -(BEEPING)
CAMILLE: One hour twenty-three minutes.
Hmm.
CAMILLE: Huh!
Hello. Where did that come from?
Caught behind the watch.
Doesn't match his jacket.
Hang on.
RICHARD: Fidel? FIDEL: Sir?
Take this phone and put it in a large bag
and fill it with rice.
-Rice, sir? -Yeah,
make sure it's well-covered.
It'll soak up the moisture.
-And do not turn it on. -Sir.
Looks like it happened just as she said.
She shot him in the head, the tide took him out.
You want me to do it?
No. I'll do it.
Fidel.
Hello.
Megan Talbot, I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the murder of Lucas Talbot.
You do not have to say anything
but it might harm your defence
if you do not mention, when questioned, something you
later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given as evidence.
Do you understand?
I've got the best duty solicitor
on the island on her way.
-I don't want one. -Just talk to her, okay?
They're here to make things easier.
This man hurt you.
I think you have every right to claim self-defence.
Oh, um...
Can I just ask one last thing?
Have you ever seen this before?
From an item of yours or your husband's clothing,
perhaps?
I don't think so.
No.
Leave it.
You arrested Patrick Knight, didn't you?
Yes, sir.
The other man was on the floor.
He was punching him.
That must have been Lucas Talbot.
I dragged him off, he resisted,
so I handcuffed him.
And Lucas Talbot?
By the time I got Mr Knight in the car, he'd gone.
Hmm.
Does anyone know why they were arguing?
No, sir.
(EXHALES)
Look, I just don't understand why she can't
explain any of this.
The button could be flotsam.
Yeah, but one button? Behind the watch there?
And the stopwatch, an hour and
twenty-three minutes.
We've got times and places. We've got blood on her dress.
We've got a body and we've got a confession.
All the pieces are there.
Yes, they are.
Do you think Megan Talbot shot her husband?
-Yes. -Then it's over. Come on.
I'll buy you a cup of tea.
FIDEL: You know, life would be a lot easier
if everyone just came in and confessed.
-DWAYNE: True. -No struggling to find clues.
-Interviewing witnesses. -Just an open and
shut case every time.
-I'll drink to that. Cheers! -Cheers!
-Inspector? -How did he get the gun?
-And why wasn't it on the beach?
-What?
Look, if the body was taken out by the tide,
where's the gun?
Perhaps she lied. She could have
thrown it into the sea.
But why?
I mean, if you come into
a police station
confessing to murdering your husband,
why lie about what you did with the gun?
Doesn't make sense.
Well, maybe she was confused, couldn't remember
things properly.
You said yourself she must have been in shock.
Hmm. Hmm, it's possible.
What about the button behind the watch?
How does that fit in?
And hey, something else that's really irritating...
-Really? -Patrick Knight.
Now, as I understand it, he was belligerent
and complaining about his night in the cells.
CAMILLE: So?
So, when we went to the house
and his wife called him to say that we were the police,
you know what he said?
"What's happened?"
Look, come on. Think about it logically.
If you'd been what you thought was
wrongfully arrested,
spent the night in the cells, then been released,
and then the police turned up at the house,
wouldn't you assume it was all connected?
I mean, wouldn't your first reaction on hearing that
the police were at the door
be to, you know, I don't know,
jump to conclusions
and complain about police harassment
or something, yeah?
But he just said, "What's happened?"
Maman, what would you say if the police
came to your house?
What's the first thing you would ask?
What's happened?
Yeah, okay. Now say you've just been
released from the cells.
What have I done?
-What? -Am I guilty or innocent?
-Sorry, does that matter? -You tell me.
You're the policeman.
Okay, you're guilty.
Then why have you released me?
Okay. Look.
Forget it. Ignore his reaction if you want to.
I'm clearly on my own here but no gun,
the button, the stopwatch.
They all mean something.
Did we get any statements from the staff at
the restaurant where they ate?
I was going to do it this afternoon.
-Let's do it now. -But we just got here.
Look, even if Mrs Talbot's guilty
and her confession is true,
that's no excuse for shoddy police work.
We still need to provide all the necessary evidence
for the prosecution.
-Or the defence. -Mmm. That, too.
Dwayne, Mrs Knight said that Lucas Talbot
was very late for dinner and very drunk. Find out where
he was drinking.
And Fidel, check with the UK.
Find out what you can about Astrid and Patrick Knight.
-And the victim, too. -Yes, sir.
Come on. Chop chop!
Pierre is the best seafood chef
on the island.
Yeah. I'm not a big fan of seafood,
if I'm honest.
Most of it has eyes.
Bit disconcerting to eat something while it's
staring back at you.
Hey, Camille. Good to see you.
-We got some beautiful lobster in today.
-Mr, um...
Pierre.
I gather you had a party of four in here last night,
name of Knight?
Several weeks on the island of Sainte-Marie
and this is your first time in here?
Am I right, Mr UK policeman?
That's correct. Though I have really, really been meaning
to sample your menu.
What stopped you?
Murders, mainly. They wreak havoc
with the appetite.
I see. You're not going to help
because I haven't eaten here.
-Isn't that a bit childish? -I think what
the Inspector means is
he'd love to try the Pierre Platter.
-Wouldn't you? -Do I really have to go
through this charade to get police work done?
Yes.
I would love to try the Pierre Platter.
Mr and Mrs Knight were here last night.
-With a lady. -Mrs Talbot?
-Quite petite, blonde hair, very pretty?
-Yes. That sounds like her.
Then the other man came in drunk, right after 9:00,
started shouting.
He was very abusive, so Mr Knight took him outside.
And that was it?
Well, there was a lot of shouting
in the car park,
so one of my staff called the police.
Why don't you see it for yourself
while I prepare your lunch?
-We have it on security camera.
-Oh.
Oh, that's him.
Ah! Wish I knew what they were saying.
It's there on the body language.
Yeah, but I don't speak body language.
I only did Latin and Mandarin.
Lucas Talbot is angry.
He wants to go back inside.
So, we don't really know who he was angry with.
His wife.
Why?
Because he was trying to get back in the restaurant.
-Mr Knight was stopping him doing so.
-Hmm.
-Ooh! -Good grief.
(CAMILLE CHUCKLES)
PIERRE: So, how is the food?
I feel like Poseidon himself.
Tell me, do you recognise
this button?
No.
Really? There's nothing in the restaurant it
could have come from?
I'm sorry, no.
Never mind.
-Thank you. -Now, please enjoy.
Thank you.
-Ah, Pierre. -Dwayne.
Smells good.
So?
Well, it seems like Lucas Talbot
drank in every bar in Honore
before he got here last night.
He must have been steaming.
I talked to people who saw him drinking
and from what I can make out,
he just sat on his own texting on his mobile phone.
He left the last bar in the harbour about 9:00.
That fits with the time he arrived here.
Ah, these were calling me all along the street.
Okay, so.
I ran all three names through the computer,
Lucas Talbot first.
He has three previous arrests on suspicion of assault,
all reported by women he was in a relationship with.
His company, which organised
VIP social events,
went into liquidation last month.
There wasn't much on Patrick and Astrid Knight.
No convictions. Nothing so much
as a parking fine.
-She's very wealthy, though. -She is?
Mmm-hmm.
It looks like Mrs Knight already had all the money
when they got married.
I pulled these off the internet.
She runs a celebrity PR company
specialising in protecting high-profile
clients from the press.
When they get themselves in trouble, she's the first
person they call.
-And Patrick Knight? -He was
a journalist when they met, but he's just started his
own management company.
So, it seems like he's trying to even things up.
Okay, good.
So, Astrid and Patrick Knight protect reputations
and cover up improprieties.
I wonder what they'd do if someone came to them
saying they'd just murdered their husband?
I am still not sure why we're back here.
Because we may have a body and a confession,
yes, I'm prepared to accept that
Megan Talbot may very well be the killer,
but what we don't have is the truth.
I'm certain of it.
Truth that will, at the very least,
explain the button,
the stopwatch set at an hour and
twenty-three minutes,
and what happened to the gun. -(BELL DINGING)
-And you think that they know something
-they haven't told us? -Yes, I do.
Okay, what's the plan?
I don't have one. Mrs Knight.
I wonder if we might ask you a few more questions?
Megan left some things.
I've boxed them up in case they're needed.
-How very efficient of you. -I try.
RICHARD: Though efficiency must be
second nature to you
in your line of work.
Public relations, isn't it?
You've been doing your homework, Inspector.
Second nature to me, I'm afraid.
I just lost a very dear friend
and his wife has confessed to his murder.
I've found that keeping busy helps keep my mind off that.
Of course.
Though I have to admit, I do find it intriguing.
What is?
Well, should Mrs Talbot have contacted you,
how you might have advised her in your professional capacity?
Are you suggesting that's what happened?
You tell me.
I'm very good at what I do.
-I'm sure you are. -So,
if someone came and told me they'd murdered their husband
I very much doubt my advice would be to go and confess
all to the police.
Can I get you some tea?
That would be very nice. Thank you.
That sounded very much like you were
accusing my wife of something.
Really?
Terribly sorry. That wasn't my intention.
(WHISPERING) What are you doing?
Oh! You and that button!
Right.
-You keep them talking. -No, no, no, no.
You keep them talking.
I'll check the buttons.
Your colleague has been a long time in the bathroom.
-I'm sure she's fine. -Perhaps I should check.
You know, this tea is a splendid colour.
I'll be honest with you. I've had a lot of
difficulty with tea.
Honestly, I'm having real difficulty.
Don't know what it is, you know?
It just doesn't spank the palate as it should.
Have you found that?
I really think we should go and see
if she's all right.
As I say, an excellent colour.
Sandy, gold. There are some nice oranges
coming through there.
Do you mind?
Ooh!
And the real clincher, of course,
is the taste.
Oh, ooh. No, that's awful.
Sorry, um, oh, wait.
What on earth are you doing?
Is this not Mrs Talbot's room?
No, it's not. And even if it was, you need permission
to conduct a search.
I know the law inside-out.
You're right, we do.
I must ask you to leave.
Had you had the decency to ask,
I'm sure we would have been happy to show you
anything you wanted. Then, can I ask what you
and Mr Talbot were arguing about
outside the restaurant last night?
He was drunk. I was trying to
convince him to go home.
By punching him?
It got out of hand.
Mr Talbot had serious
financial difficulties.
Were you aware of them?
-No. -Hmm.
So, you were his friends, yet he didn't
share his financial concerns?
-Well... -Lucas was a very proud man.
If he'd have asked, I'd have helped him.
But he didn't.
And may I ask why you're asking all these questions,
Inspector?
-It's as though we're under suspicion.
-Why would you think that?
Because we've already told you everything that we know
-and yet here you are again. -It's my job.
And you take it very seriously, don't you?
Is that what the British police do with the nasty
ones these days,
post them overseas?
Were you bit of a bully back in the UK?
One thing I'm not, madam, is a bully.
Well, then perhaps you'll leave us alone to grieve over
our dear friend in peace.
I wouldn't like to get the wrong side of her.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Call Dwayne. Have him and
Fidel watch the house.
You're not going to eat that there, are you?
Juliet made it for me.
Slow-releasing carbs are what's needed
for a long stakeout.
I should've asked her to pack some
doughnuts for afters.
That's what you eat on a stakeout, isn't it?
Doughnuts?
Hmm.
Yeah, all I've got is a yogurt.
Not the same, really, is it?
We could go and get some doughnuts, I suppose.
(CAR ENGINE STARTING, MOTORCYCLE STARTING)
I was joking. Forget the doughnuts.
What if they move while we're gone?
What?
Oh.
Oh, you know that Dwayne saw someone
parked near the beach,
-where the body was supposed to be?
-No.
A local small-time thief called Greg Collins.
So, I thought I might drive there on my way home,
-see if anyone's parked there. -Be careful.
I will. Goodnight, sir.
Goodnight, Camille.
-Why did she stop there? -I don't know.
She dumped something. Get sifting.
I always have to go through the rubbish. Isn't it your
turn to get stinky?
Imagine if you find a gun or something.
The Inspector will be really impressed.
(SIGHING)
We've been through it all three times.
No gun, nothing suspicious at all.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hello? Camille?
-Camille? -Come and have a look at this.
-Are you all right? -Couple of bruises.
It's my own fault. I should have
called for backup.
-Did you see who it was? -No, but it was
the same pickup truck.
So, Dwayne is pretty sure it was Greg Collins.
And he was in a hurry to leave.
I found this by one of the holes.
Well, if he was fishing, why would he run?
Hmm, bubble wrap?
Are the maggots especially fragile over here?
What is it?
Two stakeouts in one night.
-Which one are you having, Dwayne?
-Greg.
Okay, I'll take the moneyman when he gets here.
-I'll seize the merchandise. -Great, and I'll...
I'll, um...
-What am I going to do? -Backup.
Backup? Great.
-Okay, you do Greg, I'll do backup.
-No, no, Greg's yours.
(WHISPERING) Okay, get into positions.
-Wait till he takes the cash. -Okay.
Stop right there! Police!
-(MAN EXCLAIMS) -Gregory, give it up.
Give it away.
Seriously, Dwayne, this is a big
misunderstanding.
Hawksbill turtle eggs.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Endangerment and theft of a protected species.
Assault on a police officer.
-Oh, that was an accident. -It's still assault.
And with your history, should be good
for what, three years?
Easy.
So what do you want?
The beach where you assaulted Sergeant Bordey,
there was a shooting there two nights ago.
-Is that right? -We think you
were parked there
-when it took place. -(SCOFFS)
Sorry, I think you've got me mixed up with someone else.
-So you weren't there? -No.
Okay, fine, see you in three years.
Okay, okay.
I'll take the fine for the eggs,
you drop the assault thing.
What do we get in return?
I think you were there,
I think you saw a man and a woman pass you on their
way to the beach.
The question is did you see anyone else?
No, there was no one else.
-Take his statement, would you?
-But I saw the woman.
The one in the cell, shooting the guy.
Lucas.
-(GRUNTS) -(SCREAMS)
He went to pick her up and she clumped
him with a rock.
-Picked up the gun... -RICHARD: And?
Shot him. Dead.
Well, what did she do with the gun?
I don't know, I legged it back to the van.
And you didn't report this because...
Well, it was my gun, wasn't it?
I mean, I only use it for rats and rabbits but
it was still mine.
I went back in the morning to see if it was still there,
but there was nothing.
No gun, no body.
That's when Dwayne moved me on.
Autopsy report's in, Chief.
(SIGHS) Go on.
Bullet to the head was fatal. Blood showed high
levels of alcohol.
Oh, and the other injury wasn't propeller damage.
It was the second bullet. Bounced off his skull.
(RICHARD SIGHS)
Two shots, just like she said.
We also know where the gun came from
and now we've got an eyewitness to add
to the confession.
-No more room for doubt. -(SIGHS)
No.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
Okay, so the button was just flotsam from the water.
-Okay. -The gun is in
the sea somewhere.
-Yeah, maybe. -And
the stopwatch was unrelated.
-Yeah. -So no more mystery.
-No. -And, uh...
-Will you wait for her? -Camille.
Twenty years, it's a long time. I mean, you're a man,
you've got needs.
She'll understand, I'm sure.
-There is one thing. -What?
Who's the best marksman out of you three?
Okay, if Greg Collins' statement is right,
Megan was around 12 feet from Lucas Talbot
when she shot him.
Hmm?
In your own time, two shots hit less than
two inches apart.
Easy.
-Good. -Yeah.
-Now close your eyes. -But why?
In Megan's statement, she had both her
eyes tightly shut.
Her hands were shaking, too, but we'll ignore that
for the time being.
When you're ready!
Strange.
Megan Talbot, despite never having
fired a gun before,
having both eyes shut and hands shaking,
fired two shots
which hit inches apart from the same distance.
Dwayne, are we missing something?
(SIGHS) Was Mrs Talbot a Navy SEAL or an MI5 agent?
-No, Chief. -I thought not.
Anyone know where this leads?
It's a hiking trail into the woods. I don't think
it goes anywhere.
Follow it for a bit, see what you find on the way.
If people only knew!
(GUNSHOTS) What's happened?
(BEEP)
(SIGHS)
Hmm. Ah!
Now, okay.
What is it?
Why is the most obvious thing always the hardest to see?
What?
-FIDEL: (ON RADIO) Dwayne, come in.
-I'm here. Go ahead.
Yeah, tell the Chief I found where the trail leads.
He'll never guess.
-RICHARD: The Knight house. -How did he do that?
FIDEL: Okay, then, well, he probably knows they're
getting ready to leave.
-Unlock Mrs Talbot. -Why?
Put her in the car.
Tell Fidel to meet us at the house.
And I need you to go and collect something.
-Fidel? -Yes, Dwayne.
-You've got it, haven't you? -Not exactly.
But you know why? -Not fully.
-But at least you know how?
Oh, yeah. I know how.
Well, partly.
-Come on. -I'm coming.
What did you put in this?
Oh, for God's sake, stop fannying about
and just put them in the car.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(DOGS BARKING)
Excuse me, can I help you?
Excuse me!
-What are you doing? -I'm starting at the corners.
Richard. Richard.
Richard!
Of course! Of course, of course, of course.
Of course what?
We've been advised by our lawyers to ask you to
leave the premises.
We won't be long.
Just need a few minutes of your time.
Why is she here?
Excellent question.
Mr Knight, would you mind passing that
phone to Mrs Talbot?
MEGAN: It's mine. I lost it a few days ago.
RICHARD: The day you shot your husband?
Yes.
RICHARD: May I?
We found it on the victim's body after we pulled
him out of the sea.
So we of course assumed it was his
but once we could turn it on, we saw that the screensaver
was in fact a photograph of Mr Talbot.
Which, unless he's extremely vain,
made it much more likely the phone
belonged to his wife.
But why would he have his wife's phone?
(SIGHS) You know, I usually enjoy
this part, but, um,
I have to confess to feeling slightly uneasy.
I know how valuable friendship is and marriage, too.
I don't want to, um,
wreck one without good reason.
Yeah, so Mr Knight, if you could confess
to killing Mr Talbot, that'd be great.
What?
And Mrs Knight, if you could confess to covering it up,
that'd be most appreciated.
Go on, it'd be much easier.
I suggest you leave right now.
I'll be making a formal complaint to
your senior officer.
You know full well Megan admitted to killing
Lucas on the beach.
Lucas wasn't dead on the beach.
Not dead.
The wound on the side of his head
that we thought was caused by a propeller strike
was one of two shots Megan took.
-That gun's not even... -RICHARD:
The bullet skimmed his head.
It was enough to drop him to the floor,
enough to cause substantial blood flow to make him
lose consciousness,
but it wasn't enough to kill him.
The second shot missed.
You shot your husband, Mrs Talbot,
as my colleagues pointed out all along,
that's irrefutable.
-But you didn't kill him. -What?
So, let's ask ourselves, what would a man like this do
in such a situation?
Waking up with the mother of all headaches,
would he go to the police and tell them he'd been shot,
seek justice in the correct way?
Or would he seek revenge?
It was a long hike.
Especially injured and disorientated.
I imagine it took him several hours to make his way
through the woods.
But eventually, he arrived here,
on your lawn.
PATRICK: Aren't you
forgetting something?
RICHARD: Am I?
Yes, you seem to be accusing me of killing Lucas,
but I spent the night in one of your cells.
Oh, yes, I was coming to that.
You see, windows of opportunity
can be large or small.
Yours was tiny.
Your window began when you arrived home
after we released you
and you saw Lucas Talbot.
For reasons we shall come to, this sight terrified you.
Megan... Megan left me for dead.
(PANTING)
-Patrick, help me. -ASTRID: Patrick, is that you?
Patrick? Patrick?
RICHARD: This was the fatal wound that we
found on the body.
From the same gun, but fired by Mr Knight,
not by Mrs Talbot.
I'm sure that Mr Knight concocted some kind of story
to explain why Lucas attacked him.
What was it? He, uh,
begged you for money, you refused,
he threatened to kill you?
But your next problem was that having just killed Lucas,
there were two police officers at your door.
Right, get him in the shed. RICHARD:
This is when Mrs Knight's
professional instinct kicked into action.
(GRUNTING)
The queen of the cover-up got to work,
while Patrick hid the body and cleaned the mattress.
Megan, where on earth have you been?
Where's Lucas?
Mrs Knight? Detective
Inspector Richard Poole.
This is Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey, Honore Police.
May we come in?
Of course. Patrick, darling?
It's the police.
You have a very vivid imagination.
RICHARD: It's the only explanation
that fits the facts.
Good luck getting a jury to agree with you.
Obviously, I have evidence.
It was the first thing you took
out of the dumpster, Fidel.
Only, we didn't know it.
Not from an item of clothing. It was a stud.
Torn from the sun-bed, when Mr Knight dragged Mr
Talbot's corpse off.
Once I knew where the button came from,
it was clear that Mr Talbot couldn't have
died on the beach.
CAMILLE: And as the watch snagged on the button,
it started the stopwatch function.
Exactly.
We arrived here at 9:30 a.m.
and I turned off the stopwatch at 10:53 a.m.
An hour and 23 minutes.
The time it took for you to load the body into
the car and drive it down
to somewhere secluded enough to dump
it into the sea,
no doubt throwing the gun in after it, which explains why
it was never found.
-This is a joke. -Afraid not.
You see, I have established means and opportunity.
Everything fits.
Which brings me back to motive.
See, reports of Mr Talbot drinking
on the night of his death
all said that he was busy texting on his mobile phone,
which isn't strictly true, on two counts.
Firstly, he was reading text messages
and secondly, it wasn't his phone, remember?
It was his wife's.
There's an exchange of texts - quite graphic texts, in fact -
between Mrs Talbot and her lover.
There's no name, there's just a number.
That's why I wanted Mrs Talbot here,
so we could see her and Mr Knight together.
Because they were your texts, weren't they, Mr Knight?
You were having an affair with Mrs Talbot.
That phone is dead.
It was in the sea. This is all bluff.
You're trying to stand up to a bigger man
than yourself, Inspector, and you'll fail.
In a bar you could intimidate me,
Mr Knight, but here, no.
You stupid bastard!
Mr Talbot discovered the affair after looking at his
wife's mobile phone.
He was drinking that night so he could get Dutch courage
to confront you both.
And he was threatening to go back into the restaurant
to tell your wife, wasn't he? That's why you
were punching him.
And that's what your argument on the beach was about,
wasn't it?
Little mousy Megan.
If people only knew!
You couldn't afford to have your affair exposed, could
you? Not yet.
Not whilst your wife was in the process of
financing your new company.
So, the woman who prides herself on being in the know,
on being in control and orchestrating things,
was the one person in this entire sordid affair
that didn't know the truth.
You killed my best friend so you could
steal his wife and my money.
Shut up! He can't really
prove any of this.
You know, our... Our lawyers will
tear them to shreds.
My lawyers, and they'll do
nothing of the kind.
Well, you'll go down too, you helped me!
A loyal wife trying to protect her philandering husband?
I think I can work with that.
Megan.
You didn't kill your husband, but the truth is you
were far from innocent.
The texts on here are all jumbled.
You can't read them.
-Really? -You bluffed him.
Bullies always crumble when you stand your ground.
I learnt that one the hard way.
-So it's over now? -Absolutely.
-Did you fancy her? -No.
-She's not my type. -Oh. What is your type?
To be honest, I've never quite worked that out.
But I suspect that women who shoot you in the head aren't
too high up the list.
Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes! (SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
FIDEL: Sir? Sir?
RICHARD: One knock will suffice,
thank you.
(SIGHS)
What do you think?
Well, I like the way you've painted it one colour,
instead of the 15 colours things
have to be painted over here.
Are you going to give her a test?
What, out there, in the sea?
No, no, on the road.
Come on!
So, what do think of the name?
Perfect!
Voila!
-Shouldn't this be champagne? -On my wages?
Very well, I name this boat...
Actually, it's probably not a good idea to spread
glass on the beach.
Um, Fidel... Yeah.
I name this boat Roast Beef.
May God bless her and all who sail in her.
(ALL CLAPPING)
It's okay. It's okay. You can relax now.
Don't push me!
CAMILLE: I am just trying to get you a drink.
RICHARD: Sorry.
This always used to happen at school.
But you're not at school any more.
You're here, on Sainte-Marie, with some friends.
Colleagues, predominantly, but I take your point.
-Cheers! -Cheers!