Detective Inspector Poole. I take it you're here for me?
Very good.
What gave us away?
Well, unless you're on some weird stag do.
(CHUCKLES)
Vincent Carter.
This is the prisoner, Leon Hamilton.
He is officially now in your custody.
But I've been given orders to escort you to Sainte-Marie.
Thank you, Vincent. Mr Hamilton, do you understand
that on arrival
we will take you directly to Sainte-Marie jail,
where you'll serve the remainder
of your sentence?
WOMAN: (ON PA) Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen....
-VINCENT: Pardon. -...the ferry is
leaving in 10 minutes.
Please board at Gate 1 immediately.
After you.
So, you've been to Sainte-Marie before?
Not that you'll actually see much of it from inside the
prison, of course.
Perhaps when you get out. (SIGHS)
I suppose I ought to make the best
of the view while I still can.
-Good book? -Not really.
I think Agatha Christie is my favourite.
Murder on the Orient Express.
Now, that was a good book.
Unlike this, where the murder victim died
actually clutching a photograph
of his killer.
From what I've read so far,
the only way this case could have been
any easier
is if the murderer had "Yes, I did it"
tattooed on his forehead.
Then you wouldn't need a murder detective at all.
A trained chimp would suffice.
Inspector Bubbles of the Yard. Got a ring to it.
I do love a good murder.
(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)
It's always a bit rough when we leave the harbour
-just until we get round the point.
-I'm sorry,
but do you think I could stretch my legs
for a bit?
-Get some fresh air? -Do you have to?
-I really don't feel too good. -Very well.
Everything okay?
RICHARD: Wants to stretch his legs for a bit.
-(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY) -VINCENT: Pardon, monsieur.
You think you'll be sick?
A warning would be appreciated if you do.
Just so that I can take wind direction
into account,
take evasive action.
You know, I can't say I blame you.
Excuse me.
Never liked waves.
Not since a family holiday to the Isle of
Wight when I was nine.
That was a ferry.
The SS Vomit, I think it was called.
(PEOPLE TALKING, INDISTINCT)
Whoa, there we go.
Sorry, probably not helping, is it?
-All this... -(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Vincent!
Nobody move!
Vincent!
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(INAUDIBLE)
-What happened? -Leon Hamilton, the prisoner.
I'm afraid we lost him.
-He got away? -No.
Lost him as in... You know, dead.
What was it, a heart attack?
While he was still handcuffed to you?
That's terrible.
RICHARD: No, it wasn't a heart attack,
it was more...
Murdered.
-(CAMILLE GASPS) -Stabbed, to be precise.
Wait, wait. Someone murdered him while he was still
handcuffed to you?
I want a full passenger list. And do background checks.
See if you can find any link with the deceased.
Don't forget the ferry crew.
And you didn't see who it was?
I looked away for one second.
-What? -Nothing.
-You think it's amusing? -No.
-Have you called the Commissioner yet?
-No, why?
I thought he asked you to collect
the prisoner in person
to ensure the transfer went smoothly?
-Yeah. -Well, it didn't, did it?
-Go smoothly? -No.
-Do you want me to come with you?
-I'm not a child!
Okay.
COMMISSIONER: Have you any idea how much paperwork
this will generate?
What on earth were you doing?
How can someone murder the person
standing next to you
and you not even notice?
I mean, it should be funny. It sounds funny.
They're laughing at Government House.
Laughing when they see me. What kind of laughing!
Where were you?
The sea was rough around the point.
It happened so fast.
I've spoken to your superiors.
You will stay on the island until I release you.
-Sir... -It isn't a request.
They're arranging some accommodation for you.
And I want a report on my desk by the first
thing in the morning.
Sir.
Now, get out of my sight!
It wasn't his fault, sir. The prisoner
was in my custody.
I'd say that's hardly something
to be proud of, Inspector.
I could understand if he was secretly poisoned.
In fact, secretly anything.
I could even forgive a gunshot from another boat,
or a jet ski, or a helicopter.
But no, a knife was plunged into his back
while you were standing next to him.
Joined at the wrists!
(SIGHS)
CAMILLE: Sir. FIDEL: Sir.
Sir.
CAMILLE: Are you okay?
The Commissioner and I had a frank exchange of views
and it was decided I hadn't exactly
covered myself in glory
as far as the prisoner's transfer
was concerned.
I wholeheartedly agreed with him
and suggested I be shipped back
to London in disgrace.
He refused. But it was worth a try.
So, as I'm still stuck here,
I intend to find the person who murdered Leon Hamilton,
that caused me no little embarrassment,
if it's the last thing I ever do.
In fact, to coin a phrase,
this time it's personal.
Where is the bin? There is never a bin!
Thank you.
CAMILLE: I spoke to the coroner. He'll do
the autopsy later today.
But it looks like a single knife wound, entry point under
the shoulderblade.
And it must have pierced the heart in order for death
to be instantaneous.
And you think it was? Instantaneous?
I may have missed the actual blow, Camille,
but I think I'd have noticed if he'd started screaming
and clutching at his back.
Sorry.
(SIGHS)
Right, what about the passengers?
We've got witness statements but it will take a while
to crosscheck them.
Right, you get onto that.
Fidel, I want Leon Hamilton's
file sent over.
I want to know details of his circle.
Business associates, lovers, jealous siblings,
anyone who may have had a reason to kill him.
I also want the autopsy report and any forensics
on the murder weapon
-on my desk the second they're done.
-Yes, sir.
-So, where do we start? -Well, means and opportunity
are self-evident, so the key has to be motive.
Who wanted Leon Hamilton dead?
(KNOCKING)
(DOG BARKING, FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
He's dead.
And you owe me 50 grand.
There were 180 passengers, we can maybe
discount 50 of those.
-Why? -We have witness statements
placing them either in the inside
section or in a group.
That still leaves 130 suspects.
-And none of them saw anything?
-DWAYNE: Nothing.
The ferry captain also said you were only about a mile
away from the coast
when the victim was found dead.
Meaning someone could have left the ferry and
swum to the shore
-after the murder. -So, we can't even be sure
that the killer was still on the ferry
when you got to Sainte-Marie?
If you're looking at potential suspects, I think I could
add some names.
-How many? -Oh, just about 900.
RICHARD: Well, it's hardly my idea
of a luxury resort.
A tad underdeveloped, you might say.
-What actually happened? -FIDEL: About two years ago,
hundreds of people on the island
invested in Paradise Beach.
When it went under, they all lost their money.
It was worse than that. Small businesses
put their money in
hoping to get the catering and cleaning contracts.
Other people put their pension funds in.
-It destroyed a lot of lives. -That's terrible.
The construction company was based in Guadeloupe.
Leon Hamilton was charged with embezzlement and
false accounting.
Which explains why the Commissioner
wanted him to come and finish
his sentence on Sainte-Marie.
So that justice could be seen to be done.
Yeah.
-The Commissioner's name is on here too.
-So he knew Leon Hamilton?
I doubt it. Mmm-mmm.
But officially, if
the Commissioner lost money,
does that make him a suspect?
I imagine it does.
Who wants to be the first to interview him?
No? Right, well, let's cross him off
for now, shall we?
So, we've got a man murdered in broad daylight
while handcuffed to a police officer,
just over a thousand suspects and it's 100 degrees.
Marvellous.
That's odd.
Says here Leon Hamilton was a keen sailor,
had his own yacht.
Is that important?
Well, it was a bit rough as we left the harbour
and he complained of feeling sick.
Why would he feel seasick if he was
an experienced sailor?
Did he actually say he was seasick?
-No. -Then it could have
been something else.
I suppose so.
Fidel, tell them I want a toxicology
report on the victim,
-just to be on the safe side. -Yes, sir.
I have a woman here who said she spoke
to the officer on the ferry.
They talked about the book he was reading?
Yeah, that was before we went outside.
Um, said she loved a good murder.
Susie Park. On her way to visit
grandparents in Sainte-Marie.
Check to see if her grandparents
are on the investors list.
In fact, we should check everyone
on the passengers list
-against the investors list. -(PHONE RINGS)
-Okay, I know this guy. -Sainte-Marie police station.
-Who? -Samuel King.
-CAMILLE: Yes? -He's bad news.
-Violent? -Very.
-Put him on the A pile. -Thank you.
Leon Hamilton's wife is flying in from
Guadeloupe tomorrow morning
to formally identify the body.
Okay, you'd better go and meet her.
See if you can get her story while you're at it.
Okay.
It's late, we should call it a day.
Oh!
How was your day?
That bad, eh? Although I'm assuming
no one actually died,
which means I almost certainly have you beat.
(CARD PLAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY)
Okay, thank you, sir, we have your details.
Thank you.
-That's the third one this week.
-What?
An old beggar woman.
She stops tourists by asking them for money.
When they take out their wallet or purse,
she snatches it and runs.
-Morning, team. -Morning, sir.
DWAYNE: Chief. CAMILLE:
Where were you last night?
Ah, yes, sorry, I went straight home.
-Thought I'd finish these. -And?
Hopeless.
The ferry was bound for Sainte-Marie
so virtually everybody on it
knew someone who'd lost money on the Paradise Beach complex.
The autopsy and toxicology reports are done but
the email is down.
They're phoning them through in 10 minutes.
Okay. Dwayne and Fidel, I want you to
start rounding up
everyone on our A list.
Let's start eliminating who we can.
-Yes, Chief. -Let's find out
if there were any bigger investors
in Paradise Beach.
Anyone who lost enough money to want to kill Leon Hamilton.
We've got details of the bank,
so I'll call them on my way to the airport.
-Airport? -Mrs Hamilton is
coming to identify
-her husband's body. Remember? -Ah, yes. Sorry.
-(PHONE RINGING) -Oh,
that should be the autopsy.
Great. Put it on speaker phone.
-DI Richard Poole. -# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday to you Happy birthday... #
Mum, Dad, yeah, thank you.
Yes, the birthday card came yesterday and the parcel
came this morning.
Thank you again.
No, always good to send separately,
just in case.
Yep, yep.
Listen, Mum, I'm actually at work
and, um...
Well, I'm about to go into a meeting.
So, could we do this later?
Yeah. Thanks again.
Yeah, you too. Yeah, bye.
-Goodbye. -It's your birthday, sir?
-Yes. Yes. -Today?
-Happy birthday. -Happy birthday, sir.
-Thank you. -So, how old are you?
None of your business how old I am.
Now, would everybody please just get on with
the tasks I've set them?
(DWAYNE WHISTLING HAPPY BIRTHDAY)
Morning. Thank you.
That can't have been easy.
I've never seen a dead body before.
Have you any family here? Someone who can be with you?
It's just us.
Me now.
You must have loved him very much.
Yes.
If you're ready, I can take you to your hotel.
Oh. I'm ready, I think.
This is terribly exciting.
I just need enough information to eliminate you from
our enquiries, Mrs...
Miss Park.
-Miss Park. -I love being interviewed.
When I took the prisoner upstairs
to the outside seating area,
I recall you came out a few moments later.
Yes.
And you were aware that I was with the prisoner?
Yes, I saw you at the rail.
He was bent over, it looked like
he was being sick.
And during your time outside, did you see anyone
with a knife or acting
particularly suspiciously?
No.
The boat was a bit rocky. I was just holding on,
to be honest.
Um...
your grandparents,
they invested in the Paradise Beach
complex a couple of years ago.
Yes.
You weren't aware that the prisoner
was Leon Hamilton,
the man convicted of fraud when it went bust?
No, I wasn't.
-You didn't know? -No!
But if I had, I would have quite happily murdered him.
He took everything my grandparents had,
every last penny.
I'm sorry.
That makes me a suspect, doesn't it?
Fidel.
Of course, I'll make myself completely available should
you need me again.
Would you like my passport?
No, it's okay. Thank you for
your help, Miss Park.
Have a good day.
-She seemed very chirpy. -Mad as a bag of frogs.
-Is that the autopsy report? -Yes, sir.
Came through while you were with Miss Park.
Single wound through the heart,
just like you said.
Hmm. Anything else?
No other injuries, no.
-Toxicology? -All clear.
Forensics on the murder weapon is with the report.
No fingerprints.
We're also checking on the make of the knife
and possible outlets that sell them. But it's
a pretty common blade.
(SIGHS)
-Thank, Fidel. -Yes, sir.
-Sir? -Mmm-hmm?
I was hoping I could spend some time
in the market today.
Around lunchtime. See if I can find
our beggar thief.
-Beggar thief? -Yes, sir.
A woman posing as a beggar stealing from tourists.
I hate this kind of crime, sir. It reflects badly
on the whole island.
And two of her last three thefts
were around lunchtime, so...
-Modus operandi. -Yes, sir.
Then of course you must go.
Vincent.
-How's it going? -It isn't.
-Ah. -Turns out
he was the most unpopular man on the island.
So, I'm knee deep in suspects.
-But that's a good thing, isn't it?
-No. Two or three's good.
Then you can whittle away
by a process of gradual elimination.
Nine hundred and seven just muddies the waters.
Whoa, whoa, what's that?
I heard it was someone's birthday.
I'm a year older. It hardly warrants
a firework display.
-Take it away. -I thought you'd like it.
Well, I don't.
I came for a walk to clear my head
and a decent cup of tea.
So just a pot of tea, please, without any form of
incendiary attached.
I think you might have upset her.
She's French, it's an occupational hazard.
Listen, I'm sorry we're making slow progress.
-You must be keen to get home. -A little.
I'll have a word with the Commissioner,
there's no point you being stuck here.
Thank you.
-How well did you know Leon Hamilton?
-Not that well.
I'd see him in the association
room sometimes.
But I work in admissions, so...
There are over 300 prisoners in the jail.
Men like Leon Hamilton tend to keep
their heads down. Yeah, that's the thing,
you see, he didn't strike me as a conman.
-There was no brashness. -Oh.
In fact, I'd say there was a...
sadness about him.
Well, he was going from one prison to another.
-True. -CAMILLE:
Dwayne said you were here.
Vincent, you remember Detective Sergeant Bordey.
Hello, Vincent. You found us, then.
I suggested he came here for his meals.
Catherine has been very thoughtful.
Yes, he has that effect on my mother.
- Au revoir, Catherine. - Au revoir, Vincent.
Got a spoon?
So, Mrs Hamilton formally identified
her husband.
She told me she has little to do
with his business.
And she was as shocked as everyone else when he was
found guilty of fraud.
Oh. How long is she staying on Sainte-Marie?
Just long enough to make the funeral arrangements.
Mmm. Is she, um,
not having the body shipped home?
No. She said he used to sail on the islands
and he loved Sainte-Marie, so she wants
him cremated here.
(DIALLING)
I'm here.
Leon Hamilton told me he'd never been
to Sainte-Marie before
and yet now his wife is saying he often sailed here
and it was his favourite destination.
Haven't you ever heard of a husband and wife who
don't communicate?
Yeah, when added to the fact that supposedly he was
an experienced sailor
who felt seasick on a ferry,
then something just doesn't add up.
Like what?
Maybe he lied to his wife about where he'd been
to cover up an affair.
Maybe she was lying about him loving Sainte-Marie
because their marriage was a sham and she didn't
care about him enough
to go to the trouble of having him shipped home.
-No, she loved him, I'm sure of it.
-How?
I talked to her.
And you can tell whether people are in love
just by talking to them, can you?
Yes.
By what they say, their eyes, the tone of their voice...
-I find that very hard to believe.
-(SIGHS)
CAMILLE: Have you ever been in love?
Look, this has to be connected with Hamilton and his
business dealings.
-Have we spoken to the bank yet? -No,
they haven't got back to me.
Then let's start there.
(PEOPLE TALKING, INDISTINCT)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
CAMILLE: What about Samuel King's statement?
Anything of interest?
He's been around long enough not to give too much away.
I asked him why he was on the ferry.
He said he was sightseeing.
He denies knowing the victim.
-But you don't believe him? -(CHUCKLES)
The thing is I saw him at the bar
paying for his coffee.
He had a wad of notes big enough
to choke a donkey.
Did you ask him about it?
-He said he sold an old car. -But...
He couldn't remember what kind of car it was,
whose name he was registered in
or who he sold it to.
I don't want to believe it, I was so close.
The beggar thief struck in the market again today.
She took a purse.
You got outrun by a little old lady?
No, she disappeared down an alleyway, so...
The shame of it.
Okay, you know what? Maybe next time,
you try and catch her, then.
-Okay, see you later. -Wait, wait. Um...
What are we doing for the Chief's birthday?
I don't think he's keen on surprises.
-We have to do something. -You could run down
and get him a cake.
You think?
No, on second thoughts, wait till
we catch your little old lady.
We'll send her. She'll be quicker.
RICHARD: I'm sorry to interrupt
your break.
BANK MANAGER: You don't want bank coffee, believe me.
Please.
RICHARD: Thank you. WAITRESS: Bonjour.
-Cappuccino, please. -Two.
Water for me, thank you.
When Leon Hamilton put his company
into liquidation
and his creditors were notified,
it was soon clear that none of his
suppliers had been paid,
even though the company accounts
clearly showed they had.
-False accounting. -Yes.
-That's when we called the police.
-How much money?
Close to two million dollars is still unaccounted for.
Our investigators tried to track it down but it was
transferred overseas.
They got as far as Miami and then lost it.
We think it's in Europe somewhere.
So, Paradise Beach was a scam?
Essentially, yes. He raised almost a million
from private investors and then took out
a loan from us for the rest.
-And the loan wasn't secured? -It was secured
against the land,
but it now seems that the land was virtually worthless.
Anything he built on there would have fallen into
the sea within a year.
He'd falsified surveyors' reports.
Were there any, you know, larger investors?
Anyone who took a real hit?
The largest single investor after the bank was
a local businessman,
Gordon Foster.
He attended Leon Hamilton's trial.
Got thrown out for shouting abuse
at the defendant.
-So, he's a man with a grudge. -He lost $300,000.
Wouldn't you be?
I've brought statements from all
the relevant accounts.
-That's Gordon's there. -Well...
Mr Foster, Detective
Inspector Richard Poole.
This is Detective Sergeant Bordey.
May we join you?
Be my guest. How can I help?
We'd like to talk to you about Leon Hamilton.
There's not much to say.
He was a conman and he deserved
everything he got.
Are you saying he deserved to die?
I meant prison.
Although there was a time when I would have
gladly strangled him with my bare hands.
That's a figure of speech.
-RICHARD: How well did you know him?
-Hardly at all.
He was a bit of a recluse. But I had one meeting
to listen to his pitch telling me how much money I
was going to make
and another to sign the contracts.
-In Sainte-Marie? -No,
I had to fly to Guadeloupe.
He talked about opening an office here
but it never happened.
Now I know why.
And the next time you saw him was in court?
-Yes. -Where you threatened him?
Too right.
I invested because I run a cleaning firm
and Hamilton promised me the contracts
to Paradise Beach if I did.
Forty people lost their jobs when he went bust
and the bugger very nearly took me down with him.
Luckily, his wife appears to have stood by him.
-What? -His marriage
didn't break up, did it?
-How the hell did you know that...
-You have a tan line.
The divorce came through last week.
Me losing all the money and the stress
of it all, it...
It was the last straw.
Can I ask where you were yesterday?
-In my office. -All day?
From 8:30 in the morning until 7:00 at night.
-Witnesses? -How many would you like?
One would suffice.
(CLEARS THROAT)
This is the number of Alice, my PA.
She was with me all day.
RICHARD: Thank you.
RICHARD: Well, he lost a fortune.
Business was clearly threatened and he
lost his wife and son.
Motive enough for me.
Thank you for agreeing to see us.
Well, not sure of what help I can be.
Your husband sailed a yacht around Sainte-Marie,
I understand.
Yes.
A lot?
Uh, I don't know. Yes.
Apparently enough for you to want to cremate him here.
Yes, yes, I mean...
Sorry, how is this important?
Well, I won't know that until I have your answer.
So...
How many times did he come sailing here?
Once? Twice?
-A dozen times? -I said I didn't recall,
didn't I?
I see.
I understand you weren't involved
in the Paradise Beach complex?
Not really.
I mean, of course I knew about it because Leon
would talk about it.
But details...
I'm afraid business isn't my strong point.
So, you wouldn't have any idea where he'd stash two
million dollars, then?
Excuse me?
The amount the bank believe he'd stolen from
the company account.
I would know if we had that sort of money.
And I can assure you we most certainly did not.
Or perhaps he simply didn't tell you about it.
I'm sorry, I think that's enough.
Huh?
My husband died only yesterday, in your care,
as I understand it.
So I have no intention of sitting here listening to you
sully his memory.
Despite what you may have heard,
my husband was not a conman!
Yes, he may have cut the odd corner.
What businessman doesn't?
But he wanted Paradise Beach to work as much
as everybody else!
He was just unlucky, nothing more!
And whatever his shortcomings,
he certainly didn't deserve to die for them.
-You see? -See what?
-I told you she loved him. -Hmm.
She could just be a very convincing liar.
But she talked with such passion.
Mmm, but passion for her dead husband
or passion not to get caught for being
involved in his murder?
DWAYNE: Uh-huh.
Means, motive and opportunity.
DWAYNE: Could you tell me your name?
Usually difficult to establish, but here we have
them in abundance.
Means.
Common blade, easy enough for anyone to pick up.
Opportunity, despite the fact that he was a prisoner
being transferred,
the boat was crowded, people bumping
into one another.
Simple enough for the killer to find time
for a single blow.
As for motive...
half the island appears to have one.
Okay, I'll send an officer around.
Fidel, you'd better get down to the old market, Cove Lane.
The beggar thief just stole another purse.
Oh!
But the people on the ferry, if they had recognised him,
they may have attacked him, thrown him
overboard, even, but not this.
You're right, had to be premeditated.
Whoever killed Leon Hamilton knew he was going
to be on that ferry.
It was a confined space, nowhere to hide.
If you couldn't afford to be seen,
what would you do?
Pay someone to do it for me.
-Dwayne? -Chief.
The man who you interviewed earlier, Samuel King,
is he capable of this, do you think?
At the right price? Hell, yes.
Then as we appear to have hit a dead end,
maybe it's time I spoke to him after all.
Where can I find him?
Mr King?
I'm Detective Inspector Richard Poole.
As you know, this is police officer
Dwayne Myers.
We'd, um, like to ask you a few questions.
I've already spoken to your boy.
Well, now we have some different questions.
Watch him!
Wait!
Coming through!
(PEOPLE TALKING, INDISTINCT)
WOMAN: Watch it!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN) (BOTH PANTING)
Mr Foster.
It was a few weeks back, just after my wife left.
I was drunk out of my skull.
I met Samuel King in a bar
and he was boasting about being
a part of the underworld.
A fixer, if you like.
And apparently I asked him how much it would cost to
fix Leon Hamilton.
He said 50 grand.
God, I was drunk! It wasn't
a serious proposition.
Then why were you sitting with him and why did you
run when you saw us?
Yesterday he came around to the house.
He said that he had done it and he demanded payment.
My God, I had no idea he was bloody going to
go through with it.
So you paid him?
I wish. I don't have that kind of money any more.
I just gave him a few hundred to make him go away.
(SIGHS) And then he came back for more?
He said that if I didn't come here today
with more money,
then he would go to the police.
So, what would happen if I just got up
and walked out?
(SCOFFS) We both know that isn't going to happen.
I could always leave a little something behind.
You could say you were distracted.
You know, I really hope you're not suggesting
-what I think you are. -Me? No.
Just asking a question.
Did you lose him?
No, I got him. He's in the hospital.
No, I didn't, um... I mean, it was his foot, uh...
Samuel King, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder of Leon Hamilton.
He came into the bar wasted.
He started talking about this guy Leon Hamilton,
some bigshot from Guadeloupe who'd ruined his life
and everything he was going to do to him.
So you offered to murder this man for money?
I was only messing.
It was no big deal. I thought I might scam a little
front payment off him.
And then what happened?
Well, nothing.
I'd forgotten all about it
until I'd heard that the same Leon Hamilton
had been murdered
on the very same ferry that I'd been
travelling back on.
It was too good to miss.
So you went to Gordon Foster and told him it was you
in the hope of getting paid?
Yeah.
It was working, too, until you turned up.
VINCENT: Yeah, I think I know the guy you're talking about.
Gold chains, mean-looking guy.
-Yeah, that's him. -Yeah.
Yeah, he would get my vote.
Did Leon Hamilton talk about Sainte-Marie when
he was in prison?
I'm not sure. Why?
Just wondering how often he'd been here.
Is it important?
I think so. Just, you know,
not really sure why.
Sex and money.
All murders are about sex or money.
Um...
Sorry, I don't want to appear rude,
but do you mind?
So, no new developments, then? Nothing I should know about?
No.
I could help.
I know the five BRMs off by heart.
-The what? -BRMs.
Basic Rules of Murder.
If it's not about sex, it's about money. If it's not about
money, it's about sex.
A wife is always most likely to kill a husband.
A husband is always most likely to kill a wife.
And the last person you should discount should be the one
you least suspect.
I've never heard such claptrap in 23 years of policing.
It's in the November issue of Murder Monthly.
I don't care where it is... Sorry, would you excuse us?
We were having a private conversation.
(SIGHS) Very well, but remember,
if you use your BRMs,
you'll never go far wrong.
# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday, dear Richard
# Happy birth... #
I know you're under pressure. We all are.
But would it really be so hard to just once be nice?
I'm sorry.
-Oh. -It was very rude.
Yes, it was.
Is that it?
Good.
Now, not only do the bank statements
show money being drawn out
of the company account over a period of time,
but look, the same thing is happening to
their private account.
You left a bar full of people singing Happy Birthday
just to come here and look at bank statements?
Yes, and I've already apologised.
Can we move on?
You are impossible!
Mrs Hamilton withdrew $50,000 from their joint
account three weeks ago.
Wait, wait, wait... 50,000?
Isn't that what Samuel King asked Gordon Foster to pay?
The exact amount.
Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?
Yeah.
Sex and money. Excuse me?
The mad woman was right.
Great motives for murder.
I think we'll go and see Ann first thing in the morning.
So, are you coming back to the party?
I won't, if you don't mind, um, early night.
A lot to do tomorrow.
I brought you a slice of cake.
Happy birthday.
( THE MOON AND THE SKY BY SADE PLAYING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
Morning, sir.
Morning, team.
-Great party, Chief. -Looks like it.
I was just going to call you, sir.
Leon Hamilton is being cremated at
11:30 this morning.
We ran an airline check.
Ann Hamilton has booked the next flight
off the island.
The 14:05 to Miami.
It's her, isn't it? Where's Camille?
Already on her way to Ann Hamilton's hotel.
Okay, I'll see her there.
Okay.
-Are you ready? -For what?
The beggar thief. You promised to
help me, remember?
(MOTOR SPUTTERING)
That woman I left the party with
last night...
There were two of them.
Oh, so I wasn't seeing double.
That's her, the beggar thief! Stop! Stop!
Phillip?
Wait till I tell your mother.
(SIGHS)
Police! Police, let me through.
Excuse me.
I think we were on the right trail, you know?
I think somehow she was involved
in her husband's death.
She must have had an accomplice.
CAMILLE: Samuel King is in a cell.
Gordon Foster?
I think if we find out who killed Mrs Hamilton,
we'll also find out who killed her husband.
Only unlike Leon Hamilton, who had queues of people
who wanted him dead,
we just need to work out who profited most
from Mrs Hamilton's death.
Let's get you locked up.
-Fidel? -Yes, sir.
-Why is he dressed as a woman? -He's the beggar thief, sir.
But that was a woman.
No, sir, it was Phillip in a dress.
Hmm.
Anything else, sir?
No, no. Thank you, Fidel.
CAMILLE: Thank you.
Okay, they've cordoned off the room. Shall I send
Dwayne and Fidel over?
No.
-No, what? -That's...
That's what? -If...
-If what?
Dwayne, where's Vincent?
He was having breakfast at Catherine's bar.
-Fidel? -Yes, sir.
Go and get Gordon Foster. His address is on file.
Keep him here till I call you, you understand?
-Yes, sir. -Repeat it.
Go get Gordon Foster and keep him at the station
until you call me.
Excellent. Now, go on.
-What's going on? -I don't know.
I mean, I think I know.
-Oh, you think? -That's how it works, usually.
I mean, at least it's the start
of how it works.
You raise a notion, a thought,
a possibility, then you
bombard it with facts,
things already established, tested.
And if that notion, however absurd,
however outlandish,
well, stands up to that kind of scrutiny...
If it still fits and it can't be disproved by what
we already know...
Well, I mean, mostly. Not always, but yeah.
Mostly it's the truth.
Ha!
Bring Samuel King. Come on!
Richard, I was hoping to see you before I went.
Then I'm glad not to disappoint.
-Have a drink. -Uh, no thank you.
Still on duty.
-So, how was your birthday? -Good, thank you.
-You missed your own party. -Yes, so I understand.
Still, always next year. Hopefully.
Shall we?
What's going on?
Um, well I hoped we might just run through the case.
-You don't mind, do you? -Why should I?
Why, indeed?
You see, this case should have been
the easiest I've dealt with.
I was handcuffed to the victim when he was murdered,
after all.
But in reality, it turned out to be
one of the most confusing.
The murder itself wasn't particularly baffling.
Audacious, yes.
Daring, absolutely.
But then, well,
it just takes a second to plunge a blade
into a man's heart.
No, this case has never been about the "how".
It's always been quite literally
about the "who".
Samuel King looked like a good bet to begin with.
Isn't that right, Camille?
Muscle for hire.
A man who claims to be willing to take another man's life
if the price is right.
You were on that ferry.
You could have found that second to plunge a knife
into the victim.
You can't prove nothing.
Quite so.
Luckily, we don't have to "prove nothing"
because you didn't kill Leon Hamilton.
You're an opportunist.
I doubt you had the brains or the audacity
for this particular crime.
You simply saw an opportunity for a payday
from disgruntled investor Gordon Foster,
when he stumbled into your bar by chance.
Hey, look, I really have to go soon.
Not much longer. It'll be worth the wait,
I promise.
You see, the key to this case
was to be found not in the murder
of Leon Hamilton
but in the killing of his wife, Ann.
Fidel, can you come over now?
Yes, please.
Not only do I believe that Ann Hamilton was involved in
the first murder,
I also think she had an accomplice.
An accomplice who did the dirty work, who, uh,
actually carried out the murder for reward.
And what reward!
Not only Mrs Hamilton herself, of course,
but also the $2 million she'd helped her husband hide
from the banks and their creditors.
But a murderer's accomplice is a very
dangerous individual,
particularly when there's money
at the heart of things.
I mean,
once you've crossed that threshold, why not have it
all to yourself?
And that's what you did, wasn't it?
What?
It was you who plunged a blade into that poor man's heart.
(SCOFFS)
RICHARD: The time to strike
was when the ferry hit rough water
as it rounded the point.
A single strike, when you knew that everyone
would be distracted
by having to hold on as the boat rolled.
I think you have a very vivid imagination.
Yes, I have.
Without it, I very much doubt we'd be having
this conversation.
There's an old cliche about murder that someone
reminded me of recently.
That in the vast majority of murders, the motive's
either sex or money.
In this case it was both.
And there's another cliche.
That if the wife is murdered,
it'll usually be the husband who is responsible.
Except this time, it can't be.
On the contrary, Dwayne.
That's exactly what happened.
What's going on?
It can't be.
But you're dead.
RICHARD: Because this isn't Vincent the prison guard,
this is Leon Hamilton.
Mr Foster is the only man in this room who's
actually met him.
Are you sure this is Leon Hamilton?
Absolutely!
(GRUNTS)
While in prison, the real Leon Hamilton
met down-at-heel prison guard Vincent Carter,
recently divorced, broke,
not much of a future to look forward to.
What was the deal?
$50,000 for six months to swap places
and serve out the remainder of your sentence
here on Sainte-Marie.
The $50,000 taken out by your wife two weeks ago.
It was easy enough for the real Vincent
to fake your prison records.
He worked in admissions, didn't he?
So, after you left the prison and before you
reached the ferry,
you swapped clothes with the real Vincent Carter.
You knew all along you were going to kill him, didn't you?
The master stroke was your wife coming from Guadeloupe to
identify the body.
I'm here.
(LAUGHS) I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
RICHARD: In fact, I think you arranged to meet
her last night.
I think you'd planned how to spend your
ill-gotten gains.
And then she gave you what you needed, didn't she?
Her signature, and with it the money.
No need to waste the night.
In the morning, you threw her to her death.
She also knew that as a keen sailor,
you'd often sailed around the island of Sainte-Marie,
whereas when I asked the real Vincent, he said he'd never
been here before.
And because you were a keen sailor,
you knew how rough the sea got when you rounded the point.
And because the real Vincent wasn't,
he felt seasick
as soon as the journey started.
But although Vincent Carter traded places
with you that day,
he was just a smaller part of the bigger game
you were playing, wasn't he?
Because this was about $2 million
and gaining your freedom, not just from prison,
but also from your wife.
As soon as she'd identified the wrong body,
she was no longer needed.
She thought the two of you were in this together.
She was looking forward to your reunion,
not suspecting for a second that you did all of this
in order to kill her.
It was to be the perfect murder.
After all, how could a dead man
kill his own wife?
Made you look pretty stupid, though,
didn't I?
Yeah, you did.
And please feel free to continue gloating
throughout the entirety of your double life sentence.
(GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
Bravo.
Actually, it was Fidel who cracked the case.
-Me? -Mmm, absolutely.
Your beggar thief, the old woman that never was.
Without her, or him, as it turned out,
I'd never have made the leap.
That was quite something.
Thank you.
-Cooee! -RICHARD: Oh, Lord.
I see you got someone, then.
So, what was it? Sex or money?
Both.
Thought so. BRM, never fails.
(LAUGHS)
You don't want to know.
Well, I think we should celebrate,
as you missed your own birthday party last night.
Cracking idea! Um...
Actually, I'm a little bit tired.
Up all night.
And one or two things to do.
So, why don't I meet you all back here?
Yes, because if you don't, we'll come and find you.
Absolutely. -CATHERINE: We mean it!
-Bye!
(WHISPERS) Oh, look, he's got his cake.
(GIGGLES) No! What are you doing?
(GIGGLING)
Okay, go, go! Leave him.
(LAUGHING) Don't!
Shh! Yeah.
(WHISPERS) Happy Birthday, sir.
Okay. (LAUGHING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Yeah, all right.
CAMILLE: Cheers to the Chief!