♪ This is my island in the sun
♪ Where my people has toiled since time begun
♪ I may sail on many seas but these shores
will always... ♪
-(CORK POPS) -(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Ah!
-Said it could never be found. -Ha-ha!
NAOMI: Well done, darling.
Guess they didn't reckon on you coming along,
eh, Mr Walker?
We did it, Dad.
We did, Sam.
To us.
-To us. -And the Santa Ana silver.
For 400 years,
this little lot has sat on the seabed
just waiting to be discovered.
We did it. (LAUGHS)
We did. Cheers!
ALL: Cheers! Whoo!
You know, the last few weeks have been amazing.
I'm glad you think so, Addison.
So I was wondering,
how you feel about me maybe joining
the team full-time?
Got a thirst for more riches, eh?
Walker!
I know you're there.
Tosh Walker! Show yourself!
-Newton Farrell, there's a surprise.
-What the hell's going on?
I heard about your little find.
You must feel real proud of yourself.
You know I found that silver fair and square.
There was nothing fair about what you did!
You took advantage of me!
Yeah, well, that's how it goes sometimes.
Deal with it.
Ah!
Dad! Dad! Dad! Leave it, leave it.
Leave him, leave him.
Leave it, Dad!
Get away from my boat.
-Get away from my boat! -NAOMI: He's not worth it.
This...
This is not over. You hear me?
This is not over.
ADDISON: He's drunk.
I better make sure he gets back to his boat OK.
(INAUDIBLE CHATTER)
NAOMI: So, are we going out or not?
Tosh, come on.
Forget about what's happened. We're supposed
to be celebrating.
(SIGHS)
I know, why don't we go on ahead
then give you some time to calm down
and you can meet us there?
SAM: Yeah?
Promise me you won't go on Newton's boat.
Yeah, I promise, I promise.
NAOMI: See you later.
(LAUGHTER)
(CARIBBEAN MUSIC PLAYING)
-Hi. -Hi.
-Where is Tosh? -He'll be here in a bit.
-I'm gonna get some drinks. -Mmm-hmm.
It's been 45 minutes. Where is he and why isn't
he answering his phone?
Well, you know what my dad's like
when he gets in a mood.
-I'm going to go and find him. -(MOBILE RINGS)
Oh, this is him now. Tosh?
Tosh? Where are you?
He's on Newton's boat. He says he's being stabbed.
NAOMI: Call an ambulance!
(SIREN WAILING)
SAM: Uh, right, you wait here, Naomi.
Addison, you come with me.
Dad! Dad, are you in there?
-No one's here. -I'll look out front.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Nothing.
He's not there. No one is.
DWAYNE: Somebody call about a stabbing?
Yeah, that was us. Um, we're not sure
what's happened.
Where is he?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
-Good morning, sir. -Morning, Florence.
Whoa, you're hungry.
Oh, yes. It's JP's stag do tonight.
So I thought I better start lining my stomach ASAP.
You think it's going to be boozy?
With Dwayne in charge, it could be carnage.
How about you? What are you up to?
A body's been found washed up on the beach
at Blue Bay Cove.
Dwayne and JP are already there.
Not a moment to lose, Florence. Er, um...
-Are you done with those? -Yes, I think so.
I don't want to overdo it.
All right, let's go.
Just one more.
Morning, JP.
Morning, Sir. Sarge. Body's just this way.
HUMPHREY: So, JP, excited about
tonight's festivities?
Oh, yes, sir, very much.
Can't wait to find out what Dwayne has
in store for me.
Yes, I bet. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Eh?
-Ah, Dwayne. -Ah, Chief.
What have we got?
Well, the driver's licence says the victim's name
is Tosh Walker.
52 years of age from the UK. But the thing you
should know is, Chief,
is that me and JP got a call out to the harbour last night.
JP: Yes, the victim's wife and son
thought he'd been stabbed.
You see, yesterday afternoon,
Mr Walker had a run-in with a man called
Newton Farrell.
HUMPHREY: Who is?
He lives on the harbour. Bit of a no mark,
if you ask me.
And he love a drink.
Then later on, at 7:45, Mrs Walker gets a call
from her husband.
When she answered it, all Mr Walker said was,
"Newton stabbed me."
When she asked him where he was,
he said, "His boat."
His son called an ambulance straight away.
When it arrived five minutes later, Farrell nor Walker
could be found,
which is when we arrived.
Definitely a stabbing, Sir. I'd say a 3cm width blade.
And there are marks at one end of the wound.
-So maybe a serrated knife? -Possibly.
It looks like it pierced the heart.
-He'd have died pretty quickly.
-(MOBILE RINGS)
HUMPHREY: So the last anyone heard
from Tosh Walker
was that he'd been stabbed on Newton's boat.
JP: That's great.
HUMPHREY: 12 hours later,
he washes up here with a knife wound
in his chest.
Looks like this one could be done and dusted by lunchtime.
Sir, that was one of the fishermen we spoke to
last night in the harbour.
He was on his way back from a morning catch
when he spotted Newton Farrell.
Lunchtime!
Yes, yes, all right, Dwayne. So, where is he?
You want us to go and arrest him, Chief?
HUMPHREY: No, not just yet.
Let's see what he's got to say for himself, first.
Good morning, Humphrey. Florence.
Catherine.
-Newton Farrell? -Who's asking?
Detective Inspector Goodman and Detective
Sergeant Cassell.
Would you mind telling us where you were
yesterday evening at around quarter to eight?
Why you want to know that?
Tosh Walker's body washed up on the beach, this morning.
He'd been stabbed.
In the last phone call he made to his wife,
at quarter to eight yesterday evening,
he said he was on your boat and that you stabbed him.
How do you explain that?
Sorry, Humphrey, but are you sure
about the time?
Yes, positive, Catherine.
It's just Newton was here at quarter to eight.
Sorry?
Newton was here at quarter to eight.
Really?
He arrived at 7:30 and was here
most of the evening.
I remember I had been talking to a friend of mine.
She hadn't realised the time and said she had to go.
As she left, Newton arrived.
It was half past seven, I'm sure of it.
Rum.
-What time is it? -Five past ten.
So you were here yesterday evening at 7:45?
Yes, I was.
So why would Tosh claim you stabbed him?
I don't know.
I don't know why he would say a thing like that.
Right.
Well, that's all our questions for now, Mr Farrell.
As we suspect your boat is a possible crime scene,
my officers will need to carry out a full search.
You'll need to be there with them.
OK.
OK. Catherine.
He may have an alibi,
but he's certainly not behaving like he's innocent.
My colleague said that your husband and Mr Farrell
had a "falling out".
Can you tell us what it was about?
Professional jealousy. Newton never liked Tosh.
They have known each other for a while, then.
Newton's in the same business as us, marine salvage.
He and Dad met about eight years ago
off the Miami coast.
They were searching for the same shipwreck,
but Dad got there first, reaped the rewards
and Newton's held it against him ever since.
What was the argument about yesterday evening?
The Santa Ana silver.
Sorry, um...
(LAUGHS) But what is the Santa Ana silver?
It's a hoard of around 200 rare antique silver coins.
Sorry, do you mean like actual treasure?
It's not quite the terminology we'd use,
but in layman's terms, yeah, treasure.
And that's why you're here, to find the silver.
Well, we've already found it.
Brilliant!
(CLEARS THROAT)
We began the recovery last week.
Yesterday afternoon, we completed our final dive.
Gosh, wow! Congratulations.
How much, um...
If you don't mind me asking, how much is it worth?
Er, the estimated value is about £300,000.
(WHISTLES)
And Newton Farrell was annoyed by Mr Walker's success again?
Newton claims to have been searching for the Santa Ana
silver for years now.
But the truth is,
he's been drinking himself into an early grave.
When my dad swept in and found it in
less than a month
it was just...
Like history repeating itself?
And this is why you think he killed Tosh?
Er, could you talk us through exactly
what happened yesterday?
It was late afternoon.
Walker!
NAOMI: And Newton turned up very drunk and very angry.
It's not the first time.
NEWTON: Tosh Walker!
SAM: Word had got out that we'd completed
recovery of the silver.
I heard about your little find!
So he came looking for Dad.
I found that silver fair and square.
There was nothing fair about what you did.
Ended up punching him.
Ah!
Just before we left, he said...
This...
This is not over.
And what happened then?
Newton went back to his boat, I went with him.
How was he?
Your father is a cheat! And a liar!
SAM: I had to give him a drink to calm him down.
-He stole my life. -All right.
Just take a seat there.
But then, by the time I'd left,
he'd crashed out.
And when was it the, um, spat reignited?
So are we going out or not?
NAOMI: It was about seven o'clock.
We were supposed to be going out,
but Tosh was still stewing,
so Sam and I left him to cool down and told him
to meet us at the bar.
And then at about quarter to eight...
(MOBILE RINGING)
This is him now. Tosh?
I got a phone call from Tosh saying that he'd been stabbed
and he was on Newton's boat.
And by the time we got there, five minutes later,
there was no sign of either of them.
You are going to arrest him? Newton?
I mean, it has to be him.
Um, yes, the evidence is very compelling,
Mrs Walker, I must admit.
But you see we've already spoken to Mr Farrell
and it would seem that he has an alibi
for the time of the murder.
He was at Catherine's bar last night,
from 7:30 onwards.
That's impossible.
I'm afraid it would appear not.
(DOOR OPENS) Is that bleach I can smell?
Did you mop this floor?
Nothing wrong in me keeping my place ship-shape, is there?
Not at all.
It's just that everything else in here
is full of dust and grime.
I'll be upstairs if you need me.
HUMPHREY: My goodness.
According to this,
there's an estimated £35 billion worth of treasure,
lying on the seabed.
Oh, really?
I know. Just think of it.
All those doubloons and pieces of eight
just lying there.
Oh, I used to be a bit of a numismatist
when I was younger.
Sorry, a what?
Oh, I collected coins, yes.
Although, it wasn't an extensive collection.
I was only 11 at the time.
But, um, well...
Yes, anyway, that's me.
(CLEARS THROAT) But what about our professional collector,
Tosh Walker?
What have we got on him?
Well, sir, he is 52 years of age
and a marine salvage hunter.
Originally from Donegal, Ireland,
left school at 16 to work on the trawlers.
Moved into salvaging in his early 30s.
Arrived in Saint Marie a month ago
to begin the search for the Santa Ana silver.
And what of the people with him?
OK, so there is Tosh's wife, Naomi Walker.
She's 37.
Worked as a hair dresser on cruise ships.
Became the second Mrs Walker five years ago.
And I've put a call in to Mr Walker's solicitor
to find out who inherits his estate.
Good idea.
And there is Tosh's son from his first marriage,
Samuel Walker.
He's 25.
Studied marine archaeology at Southampton University.
Followed his father into the family business.
Arrived on the island three months ago
to set up the Santa Ana salvage operation.
And there is a deckhand, Addison Patrick.
18 years old. Local.
Normally works with his father, a fisherman,
but joined Tosh's salvage operation,
three weeks ago.
I see. Well, none of them are exactly steeped
in motive, are they?
And as they were all together in the harbour bar
when the call came through from Tosh at 7:45,
I'm not sure how any of them could have done it.
Which leaves us with Newton Farrell.
Who is 48 years of age.
Born and raised on the island.
Been trying to make a living out of marine salvage
most of his life.
Yes. So Mr Farrell is our prime suspect.
He has motive. He's aggrieved
that Tosh Walker
recovered the treasure that he believes
was rightfully his.
And on the night of the murder,
Tosh Walker made a call to his wife
in which he told her that Newton had stabbed him.
And as we know he died extremely quickly.
The knifing must have taken place in the moments
before the phone call.
When we questioned Newton this morning,
his behaviour was, as you would say, "shifty."
Shifty indeed, Florence.
All of which seems to suggest that he is our killer,
except for the fact that he was witnessed
at Catherine's bar at the time of the murder.
Which just doesn't make sense.
If it wasn't Newton who stabbed him,
then why did Tosh tell his wife that it was.
Unless it wasn't Tosh making the call?
Someone else trying to frame Newton?
Maybe.
-(MOBILE RINGS) -I'll get that.
-Detective Sergeant Cassell. -Who killed you Tosh, Walker?
JP: So, uh, Dwayne. DWAYNE: Uh-huh?
I was wondering when you were going to tell me
what we're up to tonight.
I can't do that.
It would spoil the surprise. (KISSES TEETH)
But when you say, "a surprise"...
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Ah! What have we here?
That's a knife sheath.
With no sign of the knife that goes in it.
Hmm.
OK, that's great. You've been very helpful.
Thank you.
-Tosh Walker's solicitor. -Oh, yes?
And what did he have to say?
The estate is divided equally between Tosh's wife
and his son.
Not that there's much to share out.
Oh?
Well, the salvage business has been struggling
for over a year.
But the discovery of the Santa Ana silver
puts them back in the black again.
True.
But the solicitor also told me that Tosh contacted him
six months ago
to discuss filing for divorce.
Really?
He sent the application papers to Tosh
but never got them back.
I see. And on what grounds did he want a divorce?
He suspected his wife of having an affair.
Hmm.
It really isn't quite how it seems.
So how is it?
I knew Tosh had requested the divorce papers.
He showed them to me.
He accused you of having an affair.
I wasn't having an affair.
But I can understand why he thought I was.
I had a health scare about a year ago.
I never told Tosh.
Why not?
He wasn't very good at dealing with
those kind of things.
And don't get me wrong,
I loved Tosh very much.
He was an amazing and exciting man to be with.
But he wasn't brilliant at dealing with things
that he couldn't control.
It made him feel vulnerable and he didn't
like that at all.
Knowing you were ill would have had that effect?
Yeah.
And when that happened, he wasn't a particularly
nice man to be around.
So, I thought it was best for both of us that I just
dealt with it all on my own.
Except he started to think you were having an affair.
I was sneaking off to hospital twice a week,
receiving secretive phone calls
about test results.
I can understand why he came to
the conclusion he did.
-So he threatened a divorce? -That's all it was, really.
Just an empty threat. In the end I confessed.
Told him I'd been ill
but that everything was going to be OK.
HUMPHREY: How'd he take it?
He was relieved I wasn't seeing someone else
but hurt I didn't tell him the truth.
And everything was fine between you both since then?
Yeah, it was.
It really was.
All his stuff's here, so just feel free to...
-Oh, do you know the code to the safe?
-4132.
Oh, er, Mrs Walker, um, just wanted to check,
you're sure it was Tosh who phoned you last night?
It couldn't have been someone else pretending
to be him, perhaps?
Of course it was him. I know my own husband's voice.
Yes. Yes, of course.
-(BEEPING) -(CLICKS OPEN)
Whoa! Would you look at that?
The Santa Ana silver.
Are you sure it's OK to touch them?
Remember, Florence, I know my way
around old coins.
It's really quite something.
Barely a scratch on it. It's virtually mint.
Uh-oh.
-Sir? -Yeah?
Divorce application form.
It looks like it was completed,
but Tosh never signed.
So maybe Naomi's telling the truth
and it was a threat Tosh made
but never acted on.
Ah, there you are. Don't worry it's fine.
Or, Florence, maybe she killed Tosh before
he had a chance to sign them.
(MOBILE RINGS)
We should take this laptop.
Dwayne, how can I help?
Right, on our way.
(SIGHS) They're ready for us on Newton's boat.
Boats, boats, boats!
OK, Chief, so the first thing you should know
is that Newton definitely had a clean-up in there.
The cabin floor has been mopped
thoroughly with bleach.
-So no traces of blood then? -DWAYNE: No traces of blood.
But suspicious behaviour, nonetheless. What else?
We found this. Sheath for a diver's knife.
But no knife.
And I checked with the guy who runs the fishing shop
in the harbour.
This particular make of case
would normally hold a three centimetre width
serrated diver's knife.
Same as the one used to kill Tosh.
FLORENCE: So, no sign of Tosh's mobile phone here?
Afraid not, it must have been thrown
into the sea with his body.
-Tweezers, please. -Yes.
Thank you.
A-ha!
What is it?
It's a cheroot, Florence, like the ones Tosh smoked.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So, tell us Mr Farrell, why did you mop the floor
of your boat?
It was dirty, so I cleaned it.
And you were happy for the rest of the cabin
to remain dirty.
I was going to clean the rest later.
FLORENCE: Does this belong to you?
Yes, it's mine.
So where is the knife that should sit in it?
I lost it a few months ago.
FLORENCE: Only the knife that was
used to kill Tosh Walker
is the exact style of knife that would fit in this.
Must be a coincidence, hmm?
Yes, must be.
Mmm.
OK, let's try this last one on for size.
Tosh Walker. When was the last time
he was on your boat?
He wasn't. I mean, he has never been on my boat.
-Why would he? -This didn't
belong to him, then?
Tosh Walker smoked cheroots.
I mean, we'll have to get it down to the lab
to see if it's got his DNA on it.
-But, uh... -FLORENCE:
But if it did belong to him,
that means he probably had been on board your boat.
Yes, and with the mopping and this,
and uh... Oh, yes, let's not forget
the phone call
he made to his wife saying you stabbed him.
And the fact that you had a very strong motive
to kill him.
HUMPHREY: Oh, yes, that's a good one as well.
If we take all that into account,
it's not looking too good, is it?
But I was at Catherine's bar when it happened. Wasn't I?
Anything else? Hmm?
Oh, Florence, how are you getting on
with Tosh Walker's laptop?
There are some interesting emails between Mr Walker
and his son, Sam,
from when Sam was out here doing the prep
for the salvage operation.
Go on.
It seems the original plan was that Sam would
handle it all on his own.
But Tosh was getting worried Sam wasn't making
quick enough progress.
So Tosh came out here to complete the job himself.
Well, how was Sam about this?
At first, he tried to convince Tosh he could manage.
But in the end, he was quite accepting.
I'll keep digging, see if there's more to it.
Chief! I think I might have something.
Yes, Dwayne?
I've been going over Tosh Walker's phone records.
The network provider sent them over,
and you see this number here?
-Mmm-hmm. -It's a Saint Marie landline.
And it called Tosh Walker's mobile
yesterday afternoon at 3:00.
Anyway, I traced the number and it belongs to
Jimmy the Fence.
Jimmy the Fence?
Yes, Chief, if you've got something
that you maybe should not have
and you want to get rid of it, then he's your man.
I'll bear that in mind, Dwayne.
And so what was Jimmy the Fence
doing calling Tosh Walker
only a few hours before he was killed?
Well, hopefully, we'll be able to find out.
I left a message for Jimmy to call me
as soon as he picks it up.
OK. Right, well, it's getting on.
I think we should officially call it a day.
Some of us have a stag do to organise.
Good call, Chief.
Right!
Now.
JP.
I'll be round to pick you up at 6pm sharp.
Make sure you're ready. (CHUCKLES)
I don't think I want to go to my stag do.
Don't worry, JP.
I felt exactly like you did before my stag.
I was terrified.
And how was it?
Oh, well, it was one of the single
worst experiences of my life.
(LAUGHS) But I'm sure that your stag do
won't be like that.
Look, the thing is.
Why did you choose Dwayne to be your best man,
in the first place?
Well, that's easy. You know, he's my friend.
My best friend, if I'm to be honest and...
You know, he virtually saved my life once.
So, put simply, you chose Dwayne because
you know you can trust him.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right.
Yes. Thank you. OK.
Sarge, um, see you later.
-He's doomed, isn't he? -I'd say so.
But enough of JP's stag night. I want to hear
what happened on yours.
Believe me, Florence, you do not.
And you know what they say,
"What goes on the stag, stays on the stag."
God help JP! (SIGHS)
DWAYNE: Come on. JP: Where are we, Dwayne?
DWAYNE: You'll find out when you find out.
-I don't like this. -Keep moving.
-Ah. -Just a few more steps, man.
I shouldn't have done this thing, man.
-Hey, stop! -That's nothing, man.
Keep going.
-Dwayne... -OK!
So you're ready for your stag do to begin?
-No! -Good. Three! Two! One!
Voila!
ALL: Surprise!
(CHEERING)
You tricked me!
-Me? -Yes, you!
-No! -Hey! This is amazing, Dwayne!
Go enjoy yourself!
JP: Hey, man! Yes, boy!
MC Humph has the tunes.
-( AGADOO PLAYS) -Oh, gosh,
um, personal choice, um...
(WANNABE PLAYS)
-( THE BIRDIE SONG PLAYS) -Bit embarrassing, er...
-( DANCING QUEEN PLAYS) -Right.
Right.
-( THE LIQUIDATOR PLAYS) -Yes.
Well, I must say, Dwayne, it's absolutely fantastic.
DWAYNE: Well, you know what I thought?
I thought, "What would JP enjoy most on his stag night?"
Then it hit me. Beer and prawns on the beach
with his best friends.
Proper island style!
Aw, man, Dwayne, this is perfect.
Thank you, man. (LAUGHS)
But if you really want to thank me,
why don't you go and get us a couple of beers, now?
Hey, man, OK.
-No really, Dwayne, well done. -Thank you, Chief.
Not a stripper in sight, eh?
Not yet.
No, you haven't, have you?
-Uh-oh. -What?
Look who's just turned up.
The stripper?
Good evening, gentlemen.
Oh, lord. Commissioner.
Quite the party.
Yes, it's, uh, JP's stag, sir. Dwayne organised it.
Yes.
Very impressive, Officer Myers.
Thank you, Commissioner.
Well, I don't intend to interrupt
the proceedings for too long
but I wondered if I might have a minute of your time,
Inspector.
Yes, of course, sir.
(MUSIC STOPS)
(HUMPHREY SIGHS)
I believe Newton Farrell is a suspect in the
Tosh Walker murder case?
Yes, sir, quite a strong suspect.
Do you know him?
Not personally. But I know of his reputation.
You, perhaps, aren't aware,
but as well as being Commissioner of Police,
I am also chairman of the Saint Marie Cultural
and Heritage Commission.
You are?
Hmm, where do you find the time, sir?
The Commission firmly believe
that the rightful home for the Santa Ana silver
is in a museum on this island.
When we found out, a few years ago,
that Newton Farrell managed to get hold of documents
outlining its location,
we were disappointed, to say the least.
-(MUSIC STARTS) -(CHEERING)
And since, unsurprisingly,
Mr Farrell, in the intervening years, has drunk
himself into a stupor,
Tosh Walker seized his opportunity and claimed
the silver for himself.
You and the board must be very disappointed, sir.
It's the people of Saint Marie we feel for the most.
I'd be grateful if you would keep me abreast
of any developments
regarding Newton Farrell.
Yes. Yes, of course, sir. (CHEERING)
I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.
Yes, thank you, sir. Um...
Would you like to, uh, join us?
No, I think not.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
-So what do you reckon, Dwayne?
-Hmm?
Are you ever going to be attending your own stag do?
Kinda like my life the way it is, you know.
No too many responsibilities. And being here tonight,
good friends, good food, glass of rum
and that sunset...
What more could a man want, eh?
What more indeed?
JP: OK!
Another rum?
-Hit me. -Yes.
Another rum.
This is the best, JP. This is the best.
-To JP. -Quite right, quite right.
To JP!
-JP! -JP!
Ahh!
(CHUCKLES) Oh, let me let you in on a secret.
DWAYNE: Hmm?
You know how you tricked me earlier?
You see that bootleg rum Francois bought earlier?
-Yeah, the rocket fuel? -Yes, 99% proof.
-99%, yes. -Mmm-hmm.
I made sure that every time I got the rums in,
I gave you directly from that bottle.
-OK. -(CHUCKLES) Yes.
-Then can I let you in on a secret too?
-OK.
-(CHUCKLES) -I know.
Which is why I made sure
I swapped drinks every time you gave me one.
Then, who did you swap it with then?
(THUDS)
Cheers.
Now this you have got to try.
No, no. No, thank you, sir. No more food. Please.
Ah, has that been fried as well?
It's barely touched the pan, Dwayne.
Sir, you know you can't fry everything?
This is a full English breakfast.
It is the only guaranteed hangover cure there is,
and in my opinion,
the most important cultural contribution my country
has ever given to the world. -I don't know how
he does it, either. -(MOBILE RINGS)
Oh, I better get this, Chief. It's Jimmy the Fence.
-OK. -Jimmy. Sarge. Yes.
-Morning, sir. -Morning, Florence.
JP.
So how are we this morning?
Couldn't be better, frankly.
Yes, the Inspector was right to tell me to trust Dwayne.
It was truly the best night ever.
It was?
Florence, could I interest you in some fried eggs
and a sausage?
Or some fried bread?
That sounds delicious, but I've had breakfast.
Thank you.
Chief! Chief! I just spoke to Jimmy.
Apparently, Tosh Walker had visited him five days ago.
Now Tosh told Jimmy
that someone was going to come and try and sell him
some antique silver coins.
He asked Jimmy to call him if that happened,
and he would see him all right.
-And did that happen? -Yes, Chief.
That's why Jimmy called Tosh on the day he was murdered.
Jimmy had been visited by someone trying to
offload 15 silver coins
stolen from the Santa Ana hoard.
Who was it?
The deckhand, Addison Patrick.
(EXHALES)
Addison? We're wondering if we could
ask you a few questions.
Uh, sure. Dad, just give us a minute.
We spoke to a friend of yours this morning.
A man called Jimmy the Fence.
He passed on to us some rather
interesting information
about you and a handful of silver coins.
Tosh was on to you, wasn't he?
Did he threaten to go to the police?
-Yes. -HUMPHREY: Addison.
Did you stab Tosh Walker? No!
I didn't!
I wouldn't!
So tell us what did happen?
(SIGHS)
At first, I was only meant to take one coin
as a souvenir for the first dive.
(COINS CLINK)
TOSH: All right! Let's count this lot.
ADDISON: Didn't think anyone would notice.
And when they didn't...
You took a few more?
It seemed like easy money.
So what happened?
I asked Tosh if I could stay working with him.
Thought I was on to a good thing.
Earning a wage and taking a little extra on the side.
But he knew what I had done.
Got a thirst for more riches, eh?
The thing is, Addison, I don't normally
employ thieves.
ADDISON: He said I had two options.
He could go to the police
or I could give back what I had taken
on the condition
-he never clapped eyes on me again.
-So what did you do?
I ran home to get the coins, came back to find Tosh,
but him and Sam were having an argument.
An argument?
Thought I'd see him later, at the bar to give it to him.
But he never showed up.
Where's Tosh?
When I heard Tosh died, I didn't know
what to do with them.
Here.
This argument between Sam and Tosh,
would you say it was serious?
ADDISON: I think so.
When I went in to see Tosh, he really didn't
want me around.
Your bright idea...
Addison, not now! We are having this...
Do you know what it was they were arguing about?
I didn't hear it all.
But I know it was Tosh telling Sam
that he didn't want him working with him any more.
That after this job, they should go
their separate ways.
He was letting Sam go?
He said he felt he was holding
the business back.
Wasn't good enough.
HUMPHREY: How did Sam take it?
ADDISON: He looked hurt. Really hurt.
Why didn't you mention this before, Addison?
This is important information!
Because it didn't have anything to do
with Tosh's murder.
Sam didn't kill Tosh. It was Newton Farrell.
HUMPHREY: Mr Walker. We wondered if we might
ask you a few questions.
SAM: Sure.
How did you feel when your father
turned up on Saint Marie
to help you find the Santa Ana silver?
How did I feel? Um...
I was pleased to see him. You know, he was my dad.
Yes.
It's just that we know that things hadn't been great
between you and your father for a little while.
What do you mean?
We saw the emails between you both
before Tosh came here.
He wasn't supposed to be joining you, was he?
You were intending to run the salvage operation yourself.
But he didn't trust you to do it successfully.
And then we find out on the day your
father was killed,
he fired you from the family business.
It can't have been very pleasant for you?
Er, no, it wasn't. Um...
But it wasn't a surprise.
You know, Dad had had his concerns
about me for a while.
You know, he said I didn't have enough drive
or enough commitment.
But he'd said it so many times before, it was water
off a duck's back.
What, even when he fired you? I mean, that must have hurt?
You know how my father got hold of the documents
indicating the location of the Santa Ana silver?
He took Newton Farrell out to a bar and got him drunk
and then had me sneak on to Newton's boat
and make copies of them.
That's what my father was like.
You know, at best he was underhand
and at worst he was...
An unforgiving and ruthless man.
So was I hurt that he thought I wasn't good enough
to work alongside him? Uh, no.
No, not if being good enough meant I had to be like him.
So let's run through what we know.
Addison Patrick stole from Tosh.
But insists he was going to give the silver coins back.
Naomi Walker lied to Tosh about her illness,
but did come clean in the end.
And while Sam Walker was sacked by Tosh,
he had little respect for this father,
seeming almost relieved that he got out of
the family business.
Hardly the most convincing set of reasons to
commit murder, are they?
-Which brings us back... -Once more...
-To Newton Farrell. -Our prime suspect
from the very start.
Not only did he have the motive,
but both the physical and circumstantial
evidence is damning.
But what we have to find out
is how he stabbed the victim on his own boat,
while at the same time he was witnessed
drinking in a public bar,
half a mile away.
Newton, you've not touched your rum.
That's not like you.
Newton, is everything all right?
I've done a bad thing, Catherine.
A really bad thing.
-And then what did he say? -Nothing.
He just got up and walked away.
I tried to get him to stay but he wouldn't listen.
That's when I called you.
Thank you for letting us know, Catherine.
My pleasure.
Newton Farrell is as guilty as sin, Florence.
It's virtually a confession.
Well, wait until you hear this, sir.
That was the lab.
That cheroot we found on Newton's boat.
It did belong to Tosh Walker.
His DNA was all over it.
So Tosh was almost definitely on Newton's boat?
-But there is more. -There is?
They also found significant traces
of Tosh's blood on it.
So, do we arrest him?
We arrest him.
(VEHICLES APPROACHING)
Don't try anything foolish, Newton.
We got you covered.
JP.
Newton Farrell,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Tosh Walker.
Remember that cheroot stub we found on your boat?
We got the lab to test it.
Not only did they find Tosh's DNA on it,
they also found significant traces
of his blood on it, as well.
Can you explain any of that?
Yes, I killed Tosh Walker.
Please don't try and deny it, Mr Farrell, we've got lots...
Sorry, what?
When Tosh Walker visited me, two nights ago,
I stabbed him and disposed of his body.
I see. (CLEARS THROAT) Well...
Maybe you should talk us through it.
Why don't you start at the beginning?
We know you and Tosh argued that afternoon.
There was nothing fair about what you did.
Deal with it.
So what happened then?
When I left Tosh, I was still fuming.
Sam caught up with me and walked me back to my boat.
Tried to calm me down.
He handed me a drink. Probably the last thing
I needed.
I'd already had a skin full.
Next thing I know,
I'm sat there in front of Tosh's dead body,
a knife in my hand.
I felt sick!
I panicked.
The first thing that came into my head
was get rid of the body.
So I took the boat out.
Threw him over the side?
Knife as well?
Tosh's mobile?
That must have been in his pocket.
Then what'd you do?
I brought the boat back into the harbour,
cleaned it up.
I mopped that floor as hard as I could.
Then I went over to Catherine's bar.
(LAUGHS)
I never needed a drink so much in my life.
You still don't remember the time you arrived
at Catherine's bar?
You said it was 7:30?
Well, yeah, that's what Catherine told us.
But we know that Tosh called his wife from your boat
at 7:45, asking for help.
(SIGHS) Catherine must have got the time I arrived
at the bar wrong.
-That's all it could be. -(SIGHS) Yes,
I suppose she must have.
I know what I did that night, Inspector.
I killed Tosh Walker.
Now I must face the consequences of my actions.
Sir, we're off. Are you coming?
I might stay a little while longer.
Something's bothering you?
Yes, I'm not sure what.
It's rather annoying, really.
Chief, you've already got a confession.
What more do you want?
Yes, I... I know, but, it's just... (SIGHS)
How can it all boil down to Catherine getting
the time wrong?
I mean, it can't be as simple as that, can it?
-Maybe it is. -And it does make
the most sense.
She was adamant,
absolutely positive that Newton arrived
at half past seven.
But if that was true, then it means that
Tosh Walker phoned his wife
15 minutes after he died.
-And that's not possible. -She's right, you know, Chief.
And you and I both know that dead people
don't send text messages.
Or make phone calls!
No, they don't. You're right, Dwayne.
What if maybe they did?
I mean, it's impossible, I agree.
So he couldn't.
But what if he could?
That would explain everything.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Tosh?
NAOMI: I know my own husband's voice.
He's on Newton's boat. He says he's been stabbed.
NAOMI: Sam and I left him to cool down and told him
to meet us at the bar.
I know what I did that night, Inspector.
I killed Tosh Walker.
Well, I had to give him a drink
to calm him down.
No one's here.
The question is, "Why?"
I wasn't having an affair. But he had reason
to think I was.
Not if being good enough meant I had to be like him.
The Santa Ana silver.
The estimated value is about £300,000.
(WHISTLES)
But it can't be, can it?
I need to find a doctor. Are you not feeling well?
Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, not my doctor.
Oh, um, also I need to gather the suspects together.
But why?
Because we've arrested the wrong person.
Good evening.
About an hour ago,
we arrested Newton Farrell for the murder of Tosh Walker.
Now the evidence against him was damning, to say the least.
And his eventual confession gave us all we needed
to charge him
and make a successful conviction.
So why are we all here?
Well, because it turns out
that Newton Farrell did not murder your husband.
But you just said that he confessed to it.
Why would he do that if he were innocent?
Because he genuinely thought he had done it.
But I did.
Er, no, Mr Farrell, you did not kill Tosh Walker.
You did dispose of his body, but you didn't kill him.
So who did it?
It was his son. Wasn't it?
Sam.
You are joking, right?
HUMPHREY: Oh, no. No joke.
I am deadly serious when I say
you killed your father.
With a little bit of help from your stepmother.
-Isn't that right, Naomi? -I'm sorry. Me?
Yes, you.
It was the two of you that came up
with a plan together
to murder Tosh and then frame Newton Farrell
for the crime.
How could we have killed Tosh?
I spoke to him on the phone, just after he'd been stabbed.
Ah, yes, good point. I'll come back to that.
For now, let's start a little earlier
in the evening.
When Newton Farrell turned up at your boat
and threatened Tosh.
Something that had become a bit of a regular occurrence.
It's not the first time it's happened.
Tosh Walker! Show yourself.
Newton Farrell. There's a surprise.
Now you couldn't have predicted
that it would play out quite the way it did
with Newton punching Tosh.
But you knew that tempers would flare between them.
So then you took Mr Farrell back to his boat.
Where you proceeded to give him a healthy
dose of rum.
Because for your plan to work, you needed Newton asleep.
Now not too hard to achieve.
I mean, he was already half-cut, as he was
most days at that time.
So, a few more swigs of booze would just tip him
over the edge.
And once he was out for the count,
I assume you went and found his diving knife.
And then planted it somewhere
you could easily recover it when you needed it later on.
That evening you were meant to be going out to celebrate.
But you knew Tosh wouldn't be in the mood,
not after his run-in with Newton Farrell.
HUMPHREY: And as you headed to the bar,
leaving Tosh to stew,
you knew it wouldn't be long before he paid Newton a visit.
Which is the last time we'd seen Tosh, so how could
either of us have done it?
'Cause it wasn't the last time Sam saw Tosh.
Was it?
'Cause on his way to the bar,
Sam took a little detour via Newton Farrell's boat.
Didn't you, Sam?
You followed your dad along the quayside
and then on to Newton's boat.
And once there, with Newton spark out,
you took Newton's knife and you used it
to kill your father.
(GROANS)
FLORENCE: When you had done that,
it took but a matter of seconds for you to wipe
the knife of your fingerprints
and place it into Newton's hand.
You then took Tosh's phone.
HUMPHREY: Which would play a vital role in your plan
a little later on.
FLORENCE: And then you ran back
to catch up with Naomi
as she made her way to the harbour bar.
HUMPHREY: And all you had to do then,
was catch your breath and enter the bar together.
So as far as any onlookers were concerned,
you left the harbour together
and you arrived at the bar together.
Which means that neither of you could have
had time to kill Tosh.
Then when the time was right, I assume, Sam,
you reached under the table,
and dialled Naomi's mobile using Tosh's phone.
This is him now. Tosh?
And Naomi, all you had to do then
was pretend you were speaking to Tosh on the other end.
Tosh?
HUMPHREY: And actually all there was was silence.
Tosh, where are you?
You then left the bar to go and find Tosh's body
at Newton's boat.
Which is where things didn't play out
quite as you'd intended.
You see, your plan
was to stumble upon the crime scene
as you, Sam, had left it.
Tosh's body lying on the floor
and Newton asleep with a knife in his hand.
An incriminating scene, to say the least.
And with the phone call you'd just taken from Tosh,
you both would have rock-solid alibis.
But that's not what happened, is it?
Unfortunately, Newton woke up.
And panicking, he disposed of the body.
So, by the time you arrived at his boat
expecting to see Tosh dead
and Newton asleep with a knife in his hand,
I imagine you must have been shocked
by the fact that the boat was completely empty.
There's no one in here.
Suddenly, not only did you both
have perfect alibis,
but now, so did Newton.
Which has been sending us round the houses ever since.
You see, Newton was the prime suspect.
I mean, the evidence was stacked against him.
It had to be him,
but he was at Catherine's bar when Tosh was
supposedly stabbed.
Drink.
Despite that one mistake, you still very nearly
got away with it.
You see, because Newton was so drunk that night,
waking up to find Tosh's body on his floor
and a knife in his hand,
he came to believe that he genuinely
committed the murder himself
in some kind of a blacked out drunken state.
Why would we kill him together?
Yes, good question. And one that had me
very much stumped.
I mean, the murder could only have been committed
if you two were working together.
But why would a son contrive with his stepmum
to kill his own dad? Doesn't make sense.
And then it dawned on me.
Everything you told us about the events that night
had been a lie, Naomi.
The phone call from Tosh, the walk to the bar,
nothing you said was true.
So what else had you told us that might not be true?
Well, for example, the affair that Tosh was
convinced you were having.
I told you I was ill. I was getting treatment.
That's why Tosh thought I was seeing someone else.
That must have been tough,
dealing with something like that on your own?
Not being able to share it with someone, that's hard.
So I phoned your doctor back in the UK.
Are you saying I lied about it?
No, not at all.
I was just curious to know whether you were on your own
when you were undergoing treatment.
Or was there someone with you.
Someone who was offering the support
your husband couldn't.
And your doctor said there was someone.
A young man he assumed was your husband.
Now as there's only one other Mr Walker...
Sam.
That was you, wasn't it?
I mean, you've done a brilliant job hiding this
from everyone here.
But I think you two are in love.
Sam, you said yourself you were nothing
like your father.
Not if being good enough meant I had to be like him.
So when Naomi got ill a year ago,
I imagine when she couldn't face
telling Tosh...
He wasn't very good at dealing with
those kind of things.
She found a replacement confidante in you.
And that it seems, blossomed into
something much more.
You then realised that if this relationship
was going to last,
you had two choices. Option one.
Reveal the truth to Tosh. How would that go down?
Tosh finding out that his wife and his son
have fallen in love?
Not very well, I would imagine.
He was an unforgiving and ruthless man.
I mean, at the very least, he would have
disinherited you.
I mean, you'd lose everything.
And maybe even that wouldn't be enough
for a man like Tosh.
Whereas, option two. If you kill Tosh,
then he need never know what had gone on
behind his back.
And you walk away with the Santa Ana sliver,
as well.
Which is why the murder had to happen here
on Saint Marie.
Tosh, he was penniless.
But you knew if you waited for him
to find the lost silver,
then you'd walk away with £300,000.
Not a bad amount of money to make a fresh start with.
It's a clever plan.
Very clever.
If it hadn't been for Newton here,
waking up when he did.
Dwayne, JP, do the business.
Good evening, Inspector. And congratulations.
Good evening, sir. And thank you.
I wanted you to know that with Mrs Walker
and Mr Walker Junior charged with murder,
the Commission should be able to make a claim
on the Santa Ana silver.
All being well, it will stay where it belongs.
Here, on the island.
So, thank you. I'm extremely grateful.
Anytime, Sir.
Right, jolly good, here we go. There are bin bags,
we have marigolds,
and there are additional cleaning accoutrements
in the kitchen,
should you require them.
But Chief, do you not think that
as I organised the stag party,
I should maybe be exempt from cleaning it up?
With respect, Dwayne, I do not.
Right, let's go to work!
You know, sir, there is one thing
I still want to know.
-Go on. -OK.
Well, what happened on your stag party
that made it so unpleasant?
(SIGHS)
OK. But not a word to the others, OK?
-I promise. -OK.
So, my stag night took place somewhere called Southend,
a little seaside town on the southeast coast
of England.
Only that's not where I was when it happened.
You weren't there?
-No. -Where were you?
A place called Southport.
A little seaside town in the northwest of England.
See, I had misread the email. Ended up going to
a different town.
You missed your own stag night?
-Yes, that's about the sum of it.
-What did you do?
Well, Florence, I don't know if you've
tried to travel by train
between Southport and Southend at 6pm on a Saturday evening,
but it is a rather circuitous route.
Four different trains.
What time did you get there?
Two in the morning. By which time everyone
was drunk and in bed.
Apparently, it was an amazing night.
Best stag do ever, so I've heard.
I think that might be the saddest story
I've ever heard.
And remember, Florence,
what goes on the stag, stays on the stag.
Don't worry, sir. Your secret is safe with me.
MAN: Three, two, one!
This time next week, we'll be back home.
Be nice to be back.
(GUNSHOT)
-FLORENCE: Sir, watch out! -(BRAKES SCREECH)
HUMPHREY: Oh! Oh, Humphrey?
Yes.
This is where they transferred you? (LAUGHS)
DWAYNE: Relax, JP.
It's a whirlwind romance. These things happen.
Do you think I'm getting married too soon?