(MOTOR WHIRRING)
He's going to kill himself on that thing
one of these days.
Chuck a steak on, Phil.
One of your specials.
Black on the outside, still bleeding in the middle.
-Funny. -Come on,
man, it gotta be done.
Marky-boy, you have stuff for tonight?
-What stuff? -Baby, didn't I mention it?
-No, you didn't mention it. -Well,
-as Mark's going away tomorrow...
-Hmm?
...after dinner I thought we could have
a little bon-voyage beer.
Oh, you mean get drunk and start
talking gibberish on the boat.
Hmm, are we invited?
Strictly boys only, I'm afraid.
Well, brothers only, actually, Phil,
no offence.
Can't think of anything worse than watching you two
-drinking yourselves stupid. -Well, that's what happens
when you have a brother who thinks he's still 18.
Better than being old before my time.
ABIGAIL: Children, please.
Benjamin.
-Can I have a refill, please? -Coming up.
-You haven't told her yet, have you?
-(SIGHS) -You've got to, you promised.
-I will.
-(ALL LAUGHING) -Hey, look.
Look at the sunset.
(COMMISSIONER CLEARS THROAT)
-Morning, sir. -Good morning, Dwayne.
Where is the Inspector?
Uh, he should be here any minute, sir.
He sometimes has trouble getting through the market.
Well, Sergeant Bordey is still in Paris.
They've extended her course,
so she won't be here for another
day or two.
Yeah, we'll manage, sir. It's pretty quiet.
Good. Let the Inspector know and have him call if
there are any problems.
Yes, sir.
Extended her course. (SCOFFS) Right!
-Well. -Honore Police Station.
Yeah, go on.
Okay, um, well, try not to touch anything
and we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?
Okay.
Phil Owen, down at the marina.
Says someone's broken into his dive shed.
-What did they take? -That's the thing. Nothing.
Yeah, I found it like this when I came to
work this morning.
Hey, Ben! I didn't think I'd see you until noon.
-You okay to dive? -(MUFFLED SPEECH)
-(CHUCKLES) -Mark and Ben had
a session last night.
-I don't think I'd be fit to dive.
-And nothing was stolen?
PHIL: Well, it's hard to tell. I mean,
stuff's been moved about.
Look, I might find something gone later. But I need to fix
the door and the lock.
So, you need a crime number for the insurance, eh?
Yeah. -Business still slow?
-Oh.
It's been a dream to run a dive school
my whole life.
Just be nice if it paid your rent too, eh?
-MARK: Oh, damn! -All right, Mark?
-Good night? -My head doesn't think so.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Right, let's get you written up.
(SIGHING)
(ALL SPEAKING FRENCH)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
DWAYNE: (CHUCKLING) I think Mark had a bit too
much to drink last night.
-Hey, Phil. -Yeah?
You seen Benjamin?
I saw him dive off the boat but that was
a couple of hours ago.
Well, he's not back.
-Are you sure? -His gear's still gone.
I'll call Abigail.
Abigail, is Benjamin with you? Oh. Um, no, it's just, um...
No, no, no, no. No, it's okay, don't worry.
Don't worry too much. I'll call you when
we find him. Okay.
-Did you see Benjamin, Allie? -No.
He's not back from his dive.
Phil!
Over here!
(AIR HISSING)
(KNOCKING)
Hello? Sir?
Hmm.
Sir?
Sir, you're burning up.
Two slices of corned beef, please, Doris.
-Sir, can you hear me? -No. No,
I've just had one, thank you.
Okay, uh...
-Don't worry, sir. -(RICHARD GROANING)
(CHATTER OVER RADIO)
-Somebody better tell Abigail. -(MOBILE RINGING)
Fidel, where are you?
I'm with the Inspector.
He's got a fever. The doctor's with him now.
I'm down on the beach.
We just pulled a body out of the water.
Only, I don't think it was an accident.
Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure who to call.
-What does the doctor say? -Tropical fever.
-He needs total rest. -And chicken soup.
What's wrong?
Well, it's just if the Inspector is ill
and Camille is away...
-You and Dwayne can manage. -But that's just it.
Dwayne just called and they've recovered
a body from the sea.
-Oh. -Yeah, and the thing is
he thinks it's a murder.
Benjamin Lightfoot went diving from that boat over there
around 9:30 this morning.
When he didn't come back, the alarm was raised,
a search was made in the bay, and his body was
eventually found
over there by his boss's wife Alex
in around 10 feet of water.
So, why don't you think it was an accident?
Because even if you ignore an experienced
diver like Benjamin
drowning in 10 feet of water,
when we pulled him out, the air tank was full
but the air valve was turned off.
So someone turned it off and held him under water.
I can't see how it could be anything else.
-Okay, come on. -But what about
signs of trauma?
Yes, but it's a strange one.
He had this weird bruise on his chest.
But in a sharp rectangle, you know?
Nothing on the sea bed could have done that.
All right. But how can we even gather any evidence?
I mean, the crime scene is underwater somewhere.
I doubt we'll even be able to establish
an accurate time of death.
Okay, let's think.
What would the Chief do first?
Oh.
Well, um...
He'd pace up and down a bit, talking to himself.
Then he'd moan about the heat.
Then he'd tell me to do door-to-door enquiries.
Okay, then you do that
and I'll finish off this.
(GASPS) You've not touched your soup.
I'll get you a fresh bowl.
(MOANS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Sir.
What are you... No, no, but you're
not supposed to be...
No, I'm not telling you how the case is. No.
No. Sir, I'm hanging up on you now. I'm hanging up
on you now, sir.
Hey, Phil, is Mark on his boat?
Think so.
-How is he holding up? -Not brilliant.
Do you need to ask him questions now?
I'm sorry, but I have to establish
where everyone was
-when Benjamin was diving. -Oh, that's an easy one.
I was here with you. You were writing
up the break-in
-when he went in, remember? -Yeah.
-And you? -ALEX: I was out in the water
-looking for dolphins. -On your own?
Yeah.
Can either of you think why anyone
would want to kill Benjamin?
No, everybody loved Benjamin.
He could be a bit headstrong at times,
but it was part of his charm.
And he and Mark were definitely
on the boat last night?
Yeah, yeah. It was quite a night,
by the sounds of it.
Even heard them arguing at one point,
when I was locking up.
-Oh? -I couldn't make
out what it was about,
but I heard Benjamin going off on one.
Yeah, but they were brothers. They'd been drinking.
It won't have been anything serious.
Okay. Thanks.
-How'd you get on? -Not much.
-You? -Nothing.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hello?
Yes, sir.
On our way, sir.
That was the Commissioner. He wants us back
at the station.
Dwayne, Fidel,
this is Detective Sergeant Angela Young.
-Sir? -She is in
Sainte-Marie on holiday.
But when she found out about our problem,
she kindly volunteered to step in.
She will be your senior officer.
Until Inspector Poole or Sergeant Bordey returns.
Is that understood?
Make her as welcome as you can.
-Very pleased to meet you, Angela.
-Sergeant Young.
(SIGHING) Camille?
No, it's Catherine.
Your mother keeps bringing me soup.
-Then you should eat it. -I can't tell her.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) She does that thing.
With the eyebrows? And then the French thing.
-What if someone sees us together?
-Excuse me?
He'll have to wear it back to front
or it will all pop out. Richard, can you hear me?
-It's Catherine. -I didn't order any cheese!
FIDEL: It was really good of you.
To give up your holiday like this.
We appreciate it.
Yes, well, once you've seen the rainforest,
waterfall and parrots
and sat on the beach, that's about it, isn't it?
I was bored by day three.
-There's lots of... -I want a statement
from the brother first. Call me when you're done.
I want to see the wife myself.
Ma'am. Uh...
-Yes? -Shall I go with him?
Why don't you do that?
WOMAN ON PHONE: Sir?
Are you still there? Sir?
Yes. I'm... I've, uh...
(SIGHS) ...got a credit card.
-Do you deliver? -Yes, we do.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hello? You must have the wrong number.
I'm not supposed to be talking to you!
You need rest!
(MOBILE RINGING)
I can't imagine what it's like to lose a brother.
-I'm truly sorry. -Thank you.
We're just clearing a few things up.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah. Well, you have a job to do.
DWAYNE: Benjamin stayed on your boat
last night, didn't he?
MARK: Yeah. Well...
It's not my boat. It's what I do for a living.
I crew boats.
This one belongs to a Brit and about once a year
I get to sail it back to the UK.
I was supposed to be leaving today.
That's why Benjamin was with me
last night.
It was a farewell drink.
Our last night together for a while.
Mark, did you and Benjamin have an argument last night?
Only, someone thought they heard
raised voices.
We were drinking. We were loud.
But if somebody was arguing, it wasn't me and Benjamin.
If you and Benjamin had been drunk,
gone to sleep very late,
isn't it strange he still went diving?
I guess. I would have stopped him, but he didn't even
tell me he was going. I heard the splash
as he went overboard. That's the first I knew.
I thought divers had to tell someone
when they go out.
They do. But Benjamin wasn't
very good at rules.
After he'd gone, what did you do?
Last-minute chores, getting the boat
ship-shape before I set off,
but when Benjamin didn't come back,
I started to get worried.
So I went to see Phil.
You know the rest.
So you've been on the boat since Benjamin was found?
I went to the house to see Abigail, his wife,
but she wasn't there.
So after that, yeah, I've been here.
So, if she wasn't there,
who told her about her husband's death?
-How was the brother? -Distraught.
Did he tell us anything we didn't already know?
-Uh, not really. -This is
the wife's house, yes?
-Yes, ma'am. -Right, you come with me.
Freddie, you can go write up the brother's
statement for me to read
-when I get back. -Ma'am, it's...
Come on!
We're so sorry about your husband.
But we need to ask you some questions.
It's okay. I need to know what happened, so please.
Can I ask
where were you when your
husband's body was found?
I was here.
Oh, um...
only, it's just your brother-in-law Mark
told us he'd come up here to tell you the news
straight afterwards
and couldn't find you.
Well, Phil, Benjamin's boss,
rang earlier, said Benjamin
was missing, so...
I left soon after,
went down to the bay.
And that's when I found...
Can you tell us a little about your husband?
What kind of man was he?
He was, um,
perfect, you know?
And I loved him.
He was so looking forward to the birth and...
Maybe we should leave this for a while.
(ABIGAIL SOBBING)
(SIGHS)
I do not appreciate being interrupted like that.
But she's seven months pregnant
and just lost her husband.
And our job is to find his killer, not offer
counselling to his relatives.
That does not happen again. Do you understand?
Yes, ma'am.
-When did you order these? -RICHARD: Hmm?
Richard,
-what have you been ordering? -Hmm...
-Nothing to do with work? -No.
We didn't have any homework today.
It had better not be.
-Have you finished your soup? -Hmm.
-(WHISPERING) I'll be back later.
-Goodnight, Mum.
Young, red bandana.
-No. -Okay, thank you, sir.
-Anything? -Nothing.
A few boats came into the harbour yesterday,
but no one saw a diver.
-What is it? -FIDEL:
The brother's statement
is on your desk, ma'am.
There's a guy on one of the boats.
-Been watching us all morning. -Do you know who he is?
DWAYNE: No.
ANGELA: Then take Freddie and question him.
But drop me back at the station first.
You didn't hear Benjamin and Mark arguing.
How would you know?
Well, why didn't you tell me?
Oh, right, so we're telling each other
everything now, are we?
-What? -No secrets?
Just like the old days?
I've got no idea what you're talking about.
I saw you.
And him.
The looks, the little whispers.
Sneaking off in corners together.
-Me and Benjamin? -Don't treat me like an idiot.
That's what you said to the police,
isn't it?
"Everyone loved him."
But it wasn't everyone, was it, Alex?
It was you.
-You think we were having an affair?
-Don't laugh at me.
Phil!
Phil, I love you.
I've never been interested in anybody else since
the day that I met you.
Especially not Benjamin. But I saw you.
Yeah, you saw us whispering, maybe even huddled
together in corners,
but not because we were having an affair.
What, then?
DWAYNE: So...
How long have you been in Sainte-Marie?
-I arrived yesterday morning. -Mmm-hmm.
And how long do you intend on staying?
A few days.
You was watching us through binoculars.
Can I ask why?
Yeah, I heard about that guy, the one that drowned.
-Just curious. -Curious?
Well, I'm on me own on the boat all day.
You guys are the most exciting thing that's happened
since I got here.
Are you going to tell me there's a law
against being nosy?
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, sir, thank you for your time.
Pleasure. Thanks.
(EXHALING)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(EXHALING) -Well?
-FIDEL: Oh, um...
Danny Barber, native of Panama.
Here sightseeing for a few days.
There was something about him.
I don't know what, but I didn't like him.
-Then run a check. -I've got his
photo on the camera.
Shall I run it through the Interpol site
as well?
That's generally what I mean by a check.
All right, so I've read all these reports.
What software do you use to assimilate and
cross-reference statements?
-Ma'am? -Where do you look
at all the evidence
in one place to cross-reference?
Oh.
-A whiteboard? -Yes, ma'am.
Great.
So, we have an experienced diver found dead in
10 feet of water,
his air tank turned off, strange marks on his chest.
-Do we have an autopsy report? -Not yet, ma'am.
(SIGHS) The victim was drinking with his brother
the night before
and didn't tell anyone he was going out.
-Ma'am? -Yes?
-I noticed something. -What?
We got these pictures from Mr Lightfoot's employers,
Phil and Alex Owen. -And?
-Well,
in every one of the photos when he's alive,
he's wearing a red bandana, yes?
But not when we found the body.
I used to see him a lot at the marina,
and he always wore a bandana.
I'm pretty sure he was wearing it when I saw him
jump off the boat.
-That's it? -You don't think it's strange?
No, I think it fell off in the water somewhere.
Only, the Inspector says that these little things
are usually important, so...
The Inspector isn't here, is he, Freddie?
I am. And I want little things that mean something.
Like an autopsy report, a time of death,
forensic evidence, witness statements
and a motive.
Call the lab, chase up the reports.
Then both of go through all the statements again
and find me a motive!
(CLEARS THROAT) The boat guy?
I typed in his description, got a photo match.
He goes by a number of names.
Danny Parker, Michael Smith.
But his real name is Danny Fernandez and he's on
an Interpol watch list.
-For what? -Gun-running,
drugs, conflict diamonds.
So the passport he showed us, it must be a fake.
It would be quite something to make
an arrest this quickly.
Well, go and pick him up, then.
-There he is. -(SIREN WAILING)
-Hey, what you doing? -Get down!
Stop! Police!
-You are under arrest. -For what?
Endangering the life of a police officer.
And travelling under a false passport,
but mostly for the first one.
-I've done nothing wrong. -He tried to run, ma'am.
Thank you, Freddie.
Did you know Benjamin Lightfoot?
No, who's he?
You've been watching us all morning.
And you're locking me up for what, exactly?
Looking at you through binoculars?
DWAYNE: No, for travelling on
a false passport.
We're are locking you up until I find out why
you're so interested
in our investigation.
-He's definitely hiding something.
-ANGELA: I don't doubt it.
The question is does it have anything
to do with the murder?
Well, we've got lots of bits, but nothing that
links them together.
Well, like...
An experienced diver that drowns
in shallow water.
Bruises on his chest and...
international smuggler with a fake passport
and a missing bandana.
(LAUGHS)
That's what the Inspector's really good at.
You know, putting things together
and making sense of them.
You spend a lot of time talking about this Inspector,
which, luckily, isn't annoying at all.
DWAYNE: Uh...
There's something we need to add to the list of things
that don't make sense.
The preliminary autopsy report just came through online.
And?
There was no sea water found in Benjamin Lightfoot's lungs.
-What? -What, so he wasn't drowned?
Yes, he was drowned, but in fresh water.
Have you, um, got his case file?
Yes.
Autopsy report?
And the autopsy shows that he had only fresh
water in his lungs.
-Really? -Mmm-hmm.
Then he must have been drowned elsewhere
and then, um...
you know, his body dumped at sea.
Yes.
Mmm...
Mmm. Who was the last person to see him alive?
His brother and Dwayne.
Oh, yeah. Do we know what was stolen from the dive shed yet?
Nothing.
(SIGHS) Why break in if you're not going
to steal anything? I don't know, but we
don't think it's connected.
So there's a break-in at the victim's place of work,
a short time later he's found dead
and it's not connected?
Well, Sergeant Young doesn't seem to think so.
Ah, yes, Sergeant Young. How is she?
-Still call you Freddie? -Yes, sir.
I wish Camille was here.
Look, it's vital we get to the bottom of the break-in,
could break open the whole case.
-Okay. -Oh!
And I've been thinking.
About your bandana, I think you're right.
It doesn't make any sense, it having fallen
off in the water.
He dived regularly wearing it
so the one time it falls away is the day he dies. Why?
The struggle, maybe.
Mmm, possibly.
I need to give it some more thought.
-Um, sir? -Hmm?
I can smell chicken soup.
The, um, plant pot beside you is full of chicken soup.
-It's Camille's mother. She's demented.
-Ooh!
She thinks chicken soup is some kind of wonder drug.
The new penicillin.
She's been force-feeding me.
Would you like me to remove the incriminating evidence,
sir?
Yes, please, Fidel, if you could.
I'd be most grateful.
(YAWNING)
Did you or your husband know a Danny Barber?
Who?
He's also known as Danny Fernandez.
I don't think so.
-Who's he? -He's a criminal.
A smuggler.
His boat is moored in the marina.
Benjamin never mentioned anyone called Danny.
Hmm.
And did your husband make regular trips overseas?
No.
In fact, I don't think he left the island since I met him.
Um, Abigail?
Sorry, but did Benjamin take a suitcase with
him to the boat?
Knowing Benjamin, I doubt he even
took a toothbrush.
It's just...that blue case up there...
I saw one just like it on Mark's boat.
Well, that can't be.
But they're a pair and only one is there.
His passport, ma'am.
If your brother was only staying with you one night,
why did he pack so many clothes and a passport?
You argued with your brother, didn't you?
You can either tell me the truth
or I can arrest you.
Dwayne, get onto Government House.
We're going to need a warrant to impound this yacht.
All right, wait. I'll tell you.
My brother was a gambler. He owed money.
Is that what you argued about?
He had no sense of responsibility.
He just breezed through life leaving the rest
of us in his wake,
clearing up the mess he left.
(SIGHS) I'm not interested in your
brother's shortcomings.
I'm more interested in who he owed money to.
He didn't say.
Well, then why mention it at all?
Because he wanted me to bail him out,
just like he always did.
Marky-boy, I just need a few grand.
You'll get it back, promise. And where am going to get
that sort of money from?
You'll find it. You've done it before.
Not this time, huh?
MARK: I didn't have that sort of money,
so I told him I couldn't.
I wouldn't help him.
So why the suitcase?
He said I was his last chance. He was in serious trouble.
If he couldn't pay the debt, he'd have to leave the island.
His life was in danger.
From whom?
I don't know.
In your statement, you said you were about to
leave for the UK.
Did you agree to take him with you?
So that's it. If he owed money and had gambling debts
and we find out who he owed money to,
we'll find our killer.
Sorry, ma'am. But if you're going to kill someone for
their gambling debts,
do you really go to so much trouble?
Drowning them, dumping them at sea?
Then what's your theory?
-Uh, I don't have one. -I thought not.
Get onto the bank. I want details of his
finances, see how bad it was.
-Well? -They've
checked the shed again
and still can't find anything missing.
I'm not interested in the damn shed. That's not what
I sent you for!
-Oh, no. Sorry, that was... -Oh, was what?
Not what you asked me for.
You asked me to find out if they knew Danny Fernandez
and no, they don't.
They'd seen him in the marina before
but never spoken to him.
All right, so of all the people we've questioned,
who would Benjamin Lightfoot most likely be frightened of?
To fear for his life enough to run and leave his
pregnant wife behind?
-Danny Fernandez. -ANGELA: Exactly.
So, Dwayne, you do the bank like I asked.
Freddie, you go down to Danny Fernandez's boat.
I want it searched from top to bottom.
If there's any evidence linking him to Benjamin,
I want it found.
Chop-chop.
What are you doing out of bed?
Just, um, looking for chicken soup.
Oh, so you like it.
It's like an angel crying on my tongue.
Oh!
You seem stronger too, so it must be working.
Yes, yes.
We should alert the Red Cross, hmm?
We could rid the world of famine and disease in
a single stroke.
It'd be known in Brussels as the Chicken Soup Strategy,
no child will ever cry again.
-I heard from Camille. -Oh?
I told her you were ill so she's on her way home.
She'll be here in a few hours.
You've missed her.
Well, I mean, that's...
That's to say, you know, the fact that she isn't here
is, you know, not ideal.
So in that sense, uh...
Why can't you Brits ever just say
how you feel?
-We can. -Go on, then.
Just say something.
Don't think about it first. You let it out.
Okay.
Your soup tastes like old socks
that have been marinated in diesel,
sprinkled with urine
and baked for three days covered in a sack
that's been used to wipe a donkey's backside!
(RICHARD EXHALES)
Hmm!
(DOOR SLAMMING)
No secret compartments on Danny's boat anywhere.
Or stashes of cash or contraband.
The only thing I found is a set of scales.
But no drugs.
No, the diving equipment hasn't been used for years.
The air tank's all seized up, the rubber's all split.
Okay. Mmm-hmm, I'll catch you later.
No problem.
Got the bank statements.
The full autopsy report came in.
The wounds on the victim's chest had tiny shards
of metal in them.
And there was a stone lodged in his oesophagus.
-That's not the only thing that's weird.
-Oh?
The Lightfoot account looks quite healthy
for someone who owed a lot of money.
But there are two transactions in there.
$25,000 paid into his account two weeks ago,
then taken out in cash the next day.
It was paid from an account held by Alex Owen.
FIDEL: You know, I don't get it.
Why would Alex Owen give Benjamin $25,000?
Well, he asked his brother for help,
why not his boss's wife?
Okay, but then why didn't she mention it?
I mean, 25,000 is a lot of money. You know what I
could do with that?
The other thing is he took the money out of
the bank in cash.
So it must have been to pay off his gambling debts.
-Maybe. -Not maybe.
-Definitely. -Well, how can you know that?
Because when you lose money gambling, the kind of people
you owe the money to,
they don't like to take cheques.
Okay, well, then one thing still bugs me.
Only one?
He told his brother Mark that he owed money
and that if he didn't pay it off,
he feared for his life, right?
-So? -Yet that was after Mrs Owen
had given him the 25,000.
So if he paid off his gambling debts,
the only other person he owed money
to was Alex Owen.
Said it was a one-off, it wouldn't happen again,
but he owed all this money,
he didn't dare tell Abigail because she'd kill him.
Obviously, I don't mean...
You gave him money to pay his debts off?
No, she gave all our savings to pay his debts off.
Every penny we had.
Why didn't you tell us this earlier?
Well, because I was trying to spare
Abigail any more pain.
It's all connected, isn't it? It's got to be to
do with his debts.
-And when did you find out about this?
-After Benjamin was killed.
Now, don't get any ideas.
I'm not being cleaned out and being accused of murder,
not in the same week.
Did Benjamin ever say if he planned to pay you back?
He said he wouldn't rest until he paid
back every dollar.
-And you believed him? -Yes!
Phil Owen has a fresh water vat
in his dive shed.
DWAYNE: True. I never thought of that.
That's why I'm a Detective Sergeant
and you're not.
-And... And the marks on his chest?
-Shh.
There was clearly a struggle,
During which he'd have to be held face down
with some force...
which would explain marks on his chest.
As for the stone lodged in his oesophagus,
lots of stones on the seabed where the body was found.
The key is the money Benjamin owed, the money he
begged his brother for.
The only thing that makes sense is that
Phil Owen lied about not finding
out about the money
until after Benjamin was dead.
He'd then went back to get it. We know Benjamin
didn't have it.
So after a furious row, Phil Owen killed
Benjamin Lightfoot
by holding him under water in his fresh water barrel!
(MIMICS CHOKING) What about
the guy in the cells?
There's nothing that links
him to the victim.
Therefore, he's nothing more than a distraction.
It has to be Philip Owen.
FIDEL: Are you sure this is a good idea?
DWAYNE: Look, the Chief needs to know we're about
to make an arrest.
Um, Dwayne, one thing before we go in.
You've been feeding him information on the quiet.
But how did you know?
Because so have I.
Only I didn't bring a bag of fruit
every time I went.
FIDEL: Sir?
So, why are you here?
Uh, Sergeant Young is about to make an arrest.
We thought you should know.
Well, then, you must tell me who it...
He's done too much, he's wiped out.
We should leave. Let him sleep.
-Mmm. -(RICHARD GROANING)
No, wait, he's back.
Mmm.
Where was I?
Oh, yes.
You were about to tell me who you think killed
Benjamin Lightfoot.
Yes.
Right, so, Sergeant Young thinks
it could only be one person.
That's what I believe, too.
It was Phil Owen.
-And he's gone again. -No, he's listening.
Taking it all in.
So Phil's the killer.
Well, we'd better arrest him for murder, then.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Perhaps you could help me get dressed.
Uh, Dwayne, drop us at the station
and then I need you to go and get a couple of things for me.
I'm not... I'm not dead yet, thank you.
At first sight, it was a baffling case.
Yet all it needed was dogged determination,
a little police work
and an instinct for the truth.
Hmm. In the final analysis, Benjamin Lightfoot's murderer
could only be one person.
The only person here with the means,
motive and opportunity.
RICHARD: I couldn't agree more.
Mark Lightfoot, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of your brother, Benjamin Lightfoot.
What? This is a madness. Philip, do something.
FIDEL: You do not have to say anything
but it may 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? Will someone please explain
to me what's going on?
-Ah, Helena. -Helena?
Detective Inspector Richard Poole.
We haven't met but I've heard
a lot about you.
I apologise for the dramatic nature
of my arrival
but I felt compelled to drag myself from my sickbed to
prevent a grave injustice.
And of course to arrest Mark here
for the murder of his brother.
He can't be the murderer.
I saw him on the boat when Benjamin went diving.
And so did one of your officers.
Yeah, it was him.
No. You only thought you saw Benjamin that morning.
In fact, that's rather the point.
Did you tell your brother the real reason
you were sailing
for the UK that day or did he already know?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
RICHARD: I think you do.
You're a smuggler, Mr Lightfoot,
aren't you?
Once a year you sail that boat to the UK.
That's what you told my officers,
isn't it?
And you crew boats all over the Caribbean.
That's how you met Danny Barber, or Fernandez,
as we now know he is.
Or is it a coincidence that a suspected smuggler is in
the bay of Honore
the same day you're leaving for the UK?
Though as any detective worth their
salt will tell you,
there's no such thing as coincidence in a murder
investigation. Fidel.
The scales on Mr Fernandez's boat
confused us.
There was no trace of drugs, even in lab tests.
The drugs were only one of the things Mr Fernandez was
known to deal in,
the others being guns and conflict diamonds.
Like this one.
Found lodged in the oesophagus of the victim.
Uncut, so they still look like stones,
but easy enough to identify with a little basic research.
Uh, I was waiting on a lab report.
Once we knew what the stone was,
the rest suddenly made sense.
'Cause the way you got them through UK Customs was
really quite brilliant.
They weren't even hidden.
You're wrong. If those are diamonds, I have no idea
how they got there.
I think you're lying.
I also think that when your brother
discovered what they were
and tried to take some of them to pay his debts,
you pushed his head into the fish tank
and held him there.
No.
RICHARD: In his struggle to breathe, this stone became
lodged in his throat.
I can't be sure but it certainly explains
the shape of the wounds on his chest
and why there were metal shards
embedded in them.
Metal, by the way, not plastic,
as it stated quite clearly in the lab report, I believe.
It also explains the one thing you didn't consider
when you dumped his body into the sea,
why his lungs were full of fresh water.
Ah!
Mr Fernandez.
(GROANS)
At the moment you're charged with possession of
a counterfeit passport
and illegal movement of conflict diamonds.
What you have to decide
is whether you want to add accessory to
murder to that list.
-Mark? -Oh, so you do know him.
(CHUCKLES)
Question is will the jury believe you
when you tell them you're not a murderer?
All right.
It was his idea to use the catamaran, the fish tank.
He approached me.
I'll tell you everything.
I had nothing to do with the killing
of his brother.
I still don't understand. I saw him.
By the time you saw Benjamin go diving,
he was already dead.
(SIGHS)
You were forced to admit that you'd argued with your brother
the night he was murdered.
As you didn't know what had been overheard,
you decided to tell us the truth.
You didn't tell us what happened next, did you?
...a few grand. You'll get it back, promise.
And where am going to get that sort of money from?
You'll find it. You've done it before.
Not this time, huh? Not this time.
Come on, big brother, you know I mean it.
Just drink your drink, all right?
After a night of heavy drinking, emotions ran high,
tempers flared,
you started to fight over the diamonds.
Look at the diamond!
(BENJAMIN LAUGHING)
RICHARD: All those years of resentment, hmm?
A little brother who breezed through life,
leaving you in his wake to clear up his mess.
I doubt we'll ever know if you meant to kill your
brother that day.
But once you realised that you had, you knew you had to
dispose of his body.
And I have to say
your plan was ingenious.
The first part
was to get him into some of the boat's scuba kit,
then get his body onto the dinghy.
You thought it would look like a tragic diving accident.
After all, what else could it be?
Your first mistake was in not realising
that his lungs would be full of fresh water.
The second was in forgetting to turn on his air tank.
Once you dumped his body in the sea,
you came back.
It was you that broke into Phil's dive shed, wasn't it?
And now we understand why it looked like
nothing had been stolen,
because nothing had.
You simply needed a police officer there for the final
piece of the jigsaw.
You disposed of your brother's body at sea under
cover of darkness.
But in order to get away with his murder,
you needed to prove he was still alive.
So you impersonated him.
Making sure you put on one of his
trademark red bandanas.
Because in scuba gear, it would be hard to tell
two people apart,
let alone two brothers of a similar age and build.
Hey, didn't think I'd see you until noon!
DWAYNE: And as long as you spoke
through the snorkel,
you'd even sound the same.
I mean, why would anyone think anything
suspicious was happening?
At that stage, nobody knew anything
suspicious had happened.
You wasn't being clumsy when you dropped and
smashed that bottle,
you was cleverly proving that you were on that boat
after your brother had left it.
Good night?
DWAYNE: So how could you be the murderer?
The murder hadn't happened yet.
Your brother was still alive, or so everyone would think.
RICHARD: I asked Dwayne to pick up
not just the fish tank
but also to look through the trash
that you put out that day.
'Cause inside there was one clue that broke
the whole case wide open.
Benjamin had never appeared without his red bandana
before the day that he was murdered.
Why was that?
You see, that really bugged me.
Until I realised that you'd remembered to wear it
when you impersonated him that morning
but in your panic to dispose of the body, you hadn't.
So...
the bandana, the marks on his chest, the stone,
the fresh water in his lungs,
the break-in at the dive shed.
All the things that individually make no sense,
but when you put them all together,
they all add up to one fact,
that you murdered your brother Benjamin and disposed of
his body in the sea.
Lock him up, Fidel.
Mark, how could you?
He was your brother.
And I hated him.
My whole life I hated him and none of you
can understand.
You just laugh at me,
the brother who wasn't as cool or as interesting.
My whole life, people, they would run
around after him.
I run around after him clearing up his mistakes,
paying his debts,
letting him use me. But you never
saw that, did you?
Nobody noticed me.
My sincere condolences, Mrs Lightfoot.
And the suitcase?
All Mark. Intended to throw
us off the scent.
He must have packed it when he went to the house,
supposedly to tell you about your husband's death.
I knew he wouldn't leave me.
Sorry, is that what you were going to say?
You know damn well it wasn't.
Yes, I did know that,
but that's why I'm a Detective Inspector
and you're not.
(SIGHS)
FIDEL: So, we caught a murderer and an international
diamond smuggler.
That's a good day.
Yes, it is.
I'm not sure Sergeant Young was too pleased.
I'm sorry, but she wasn't very nice.
Don't worry, Freddie, she's gone now.
RICHARD: Uh-oh, that doesn't look good.
I have just got off a nine-hour flight
and what do I get?
Virtually, as the plane hits the tarmac,
my mother on the phone saying you've insulted her?
Well, I didn't insult her. It was more critique.
You said her soup tasted of old socks!
She told me to be honest.
When women tell you to be honest, it doesn't mean
they want you to be honest.
Well, what sense does that make?
It doesn't have to make any sense.
-We're talking about my mother.
-She was force-feeding me.
I could have reported her for aggravated assault.
-I grew up on chicken soup. -That explains a lot.
What is that supposed to mean?
FIDEL: Looks like things are back to normal, then.
DWAYNE: Amen to that.
FIDEL: Fancy a beer?
RICHARD: Well, it's clearly made you very argumentative,
for a start.
CAMILLE: I'm argumentative?
RICHARD: Well, excuse me, but while you were swanning
around in Paris,
I was solving a murder from my sick bed.
CAMILLE: From what I've heard, Dwayne and Fidel
did all the hard work.
RICHARD: Is all this really about your
mother's chicken soup?
CAMILLE: No, all of this is because you are a...