You can go ahead.
(GONG CLANGS)
Right. Let's really open up about our feelings
in this session.
Isn't our time up? I thought I heard the gong.
We'll happily sit here until you feel ready to open your heart to us.
-Won't we, Bryn? -Yeah.
Before I came here, life was a struggle.
But now I know you're never gonna find self-acceptance,
unless you face your feelings.
Makes me feel like everything's broken.
And that no matter how hard I try,
I'll never be able to fix it.
CRESSIDA: Thank you for your courage, Gabe.
Come on, let's go eat.
EVA: I hope it tastes better than it looks.
I'm sure it's delicious, Eva.
Well, back home, it's usually takeaways,
followed by too many glasses of Pinot Grigio.
I don't suppose there's any alcohol in that green tea, is there?
What could be more important
than the food we put into our bodies?
If your life is so hectic, there isn't time to cook a healthy meal,
then you must change your life.
So this afternoon, I want to focus
on the healing power of the breath.
Enjoy your swim, my love.
Enjoy your meditation.
CRESSIDA: So let's begin in the usual way
by closing our eyes.
(INHALES) And taking a few deep breaths.
And you can slowly...
open your eyes.
(EXHALES)
Gabe, would you care to join me in making a small offering
in the Contemplation Garden?
So if we can achieve one thing for you during your time here, Gabe,
what would it be?
Peace of mind, I suppose.
Same as everyone.
I don't know that it is the same for everyone.
People come here for all sorts of different...
-Daniel? -Wait here.
He's dead.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Tonight, we celebrate a man
who quite literally needs no introduction.
However, I've got the job of giving him one.
What can you say about Commissioner Selwyn Patterson?
That's not a rhetorical question, Harry.
I need some help here.
Selwyn Patterson is inscrutable.
A hard taskmaster.
Doesn't suffer fools.
(GROANS)
I'm supposed to be bigging the man up here.
All right.
Sir.
Oh, perfect timing, Florence. Just the person I need.
This speech I've got to make for the Commissioner's Award.
-What about it? -Well, it's driving me mad.
In two days' time, I've got to stand up
in front of the great and good of Saint Marie
and say what a special man the commissioner is.
I don't have a notion where to start.
I mean, how am I supposed to make a speech
about someone I hardly know?
I don't know sir, I'm sorry.
I'm just going to have to clear the decks
and spend every minute of the next two days working on it.
Sir, someone's been found dead.
-Oh. -At a place called
the Calming Breath Spiritual Retreat.
It's up on the North Shore.
Well, to the North Shore we must go then.
FLORENCE: I heard it's been here for three years.
So, what exactly happens at a spiritual retreat?
According their website, it's a chance
to re-energise your mind, body, and spirit holistically.
Sounds exhausting.
So how much would that set you back?
Two thousand dollars a week.
Two thousand?
What, to have some hippie fellow walking all over your back
and sticking pins in your face?
Really?
(CHUCKLES)
To be fair, they're getting rid of the gadgets,
I can definitely see the appeal of that.
Our victim is a Daniel Friend.
Thirty-five years old, British.
He owns this place with his wife, Cressida.
Yeah.
And she is the one who found the body.
JACK: Poor woman.
Was she on her own when she came across him?
No, she was with one of the other guests.
They were on their way to something called the...
a contemplation garden.
-A contemplation garden? -I know.
I did ask, Chief.
But if I'm honest, I didn't really understand the answer.
Ah.
Ligature marks on the neck in a band about an inch and a half wide.
Cause of death, strangulation.
No defence wounds or any other signs of injury.
You would expect a fella this size
to put up some sort of a fight, wouldn't you?
Maybe the attacker surprised him from behind.
Possibly.
His belt.
It's the exact same width as the marks on his neck.
I assume he wasn't killed with his own belt,
what with him wearing it and all.
(SIGHS)
Dwayne, if you're done here, we can release the body.
DWAYNE: Yes, Chief. On the way.
Did you find anything on his person?
Uh, nothing, sir.
But...
I found this towel on the ground
a few feet from where the victim was lying.
I assume he dropped it when he was being attacked.
JACK: So, what, he was on his way for a swim?
Maybe there's a pool somewhere in the Contemplation Garden?
Chief, a key. I found it under the body.
(SIGHS) For a lock, or a padlock or something.
We should dust it for prints.
If it was underneath the victim,
then it either belongs to him...
Or to the killer.
Huh? You would think.
Dwayne, JP, why don't you finish processing the scene,
we should have a quick word with the witnesses.
Chief.
JACK: So when was the last time you all saw Mr Friend alive?
It was about half past 2:00.
CRESSIDA: We'd just finished lunch.
Daniel headed off for a swim as usual.
"As usual"? It was a regular thing?
Every day, same time.
Daniel said a dip in the sea was the best form of therapy he knew.
You have to go through the Contemplation Garden to get to the beach?
No. No, you literally have to go in another direction.
So why was he heading for the garden, then?
I don't know, it's not like him.
Daniel relished routine.
And when Daniel left, what were the rest of you doing?
We were all together.
GABE: Cressida was running a meditation circle.
(EXHALES)
A meditation circle?
Does that mean you all had your eyes closed?
-Yeah. -Yeah, I guess.
FLORENCE: And how long did that last?
About 30 minutes.
And afterwards, when you were done?
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING)
Gabe and I headed for a walk.
That's when we found him.
-Daniel? -Wait here.
He was just lying there.
GABE: I checked for vital signs.
Yeah, the first we heard about it
was when they came back and told us.
(CRESSIDA CRYING)
And then Gabe went to get his phone,
and then that's when we called your lot.
Now, can any of you think of a reason
why someone might want to murder Mr Friend?
Well, I mean, I only met the man yesterday,
so, I mean, I hardly knew him.
Same. I got here a few days ago
but he didn't seem like the kind of person to have enemies.
And what about outside the retreat?
Was there anyone on the island who he'd fallen out with?
Uh, he didn't really know anyone on the island.
I see.
So...
that means the only people on Saint Marie
that Daniel actually knew
were you four.
But... Yes, but I mean,
you don't think it was one of us,
because we were all out there on the lawn when it happened.
Forgive me. It's just, well...
The thing is, we think whoever strangled Daniel
might have used one of those belts
you're all wearing to do it.
And what with this being such an isolated spot, and...
as you said, Cressida, Daniel keeping himself to himself,
well, when you put all that together,
I can't help thinking that our killer
is someone within the retreat.
This one. It's missing a belt.
Well, it was there this morning.
Are you sure?
I was doing laundry. They were all here, I'm sure of it.
So you and your guests are the only ones who have access to this room?
Florence, tell Dwayne and JP to search the retreat
high up and low down.
Let's see if we can find our missing belt.
(SIGHS)
Twenty past 2:00 this afternoon,
Daniel Friend tucked his towel under his arm
and set off for his daily swim.
But instead of going to the beach as he normally would...
JACK: And for reasons we don't yet know...
He decided to head to the retreat's Contemplation Garden.
JACK: Here.
However, his journey was cut short
when he was accosted we think by one of the other residents
and strangled to death just here.
So, what do we have on our victim?
I haven't been able to dig up that much so far.
The retreat only has a basic website
and he seems to have no presence on social media.
Seems technology was anathema to Mr Friend.
Now, the only four people, as far as we are aware
who knew Daniel are the three paying guests,
and of course, his wife.
Cressida Friend.
A qualified yoga teacher.
Their business accounts show they opened the retreat
using money from her trust fund.
Trust fund?
Apparently, her family are big landowners in Dorset.
Oh, well. In that case, we should do a full financial check.
As an old mucker of mine at the Met used to say,
"Where there's money, there's motive."
What's a mucker?
Oh, it's just a friend, Florence.
Like you and me. We're a couple of muckers.
Hmm, muckers? Okay.
(SIGHS)
Gabriel Lee, 26.
Junior doctor.
Currently taking a year-long sabbatical
from Bristol General.
-Do we know why? -Not yet.
But I've got details for his consultant.
-I'll get in touch. -Right.
-So who's next? -Um...
Eva Ingram. Single.
A successful entrepreneur
who runs her own business importing wine.
She owns a number of shops around the UK.
And she arrived on the island only yesterday?
Claims she never met Daniel before.
We need to confirm that for ourselves.
And finally,
Bryn Williams, 51.
Lives in London, but originally from...
Pwell? Pwill? Pewell?
I'm sorry, how do you say that?
(CHUCKLES) I have no idea. I'm Irish.
Let's just say Wales.
So, what do we have on Bryn?
So far, not much.
His Facebook page states his profession as a maths teacher,
but I'm struggling to find evidence of that.
There are two significant questions
that lie at the heart of this case, Florence.
The first, if our victim went to the beach for a swim,
at the same time every day...
Daniel headed off for a swim as usual.
...then who or what made him change his mind today?
And the second,
if our killer is one of these four people,
who were sitting in this meditation circle...
then how did one of them slip out unnoticed
and commit murder?
JP!
You find anything yet?
JP!
JP?
Oh.
Why don't you make yourself at home, JP?
Put your feet up.
And why don't I make you a nice cold Planter's while I'm at it?
I'm sorry, Dwayne.
It's just, I started flicking through this book
and I just couldn't put it down.
-Oh! -It's really fascinating.
Believe by Daniel Friend.
The victim wrote it?
Yes, he's got a whole box of them.
I think it's for the guests to buy.
"Using the power of positive thinking
"to access your life's goals"?
Oh, come on.
Uh, Dwayne,
basically, it says that if there's something you want in life
and you project it in your mind,
you can actually make it happen.
-Oh, really? -Mm.
Well, let's put it to the test.
I'm projecting
in my mind
that JP will get up off of his backside
and start doing some work.
(SIGHS)
Amazing. It worked.
Very funny, Dwayne.
Well, never mind all that. How did you get on here?
Any sign of the belt?
Well, I found a whole load of Daniel's papers and journals.
And I boxed them up, but no belt.
-You? -Diddly squat.
We better get back to the station and update the chief, you know.
Positive thinking.
DWAYNE: I'm sorry, Chief.
We searched inside, outside, upstairs and downstairs.
It has to be there.
If our killer is...
Well, then how, when, and where
did they manage to dispose of the belt
when none of them left the retreat after the murder?
It doesn't make any sense.
Okay, let's call it a day,
crack on anew in the morning.
DWAYNE: Chief.
Have you got something there, Florence?
It's from the items JP found in Daniel's room.
-It's a notebook. -Shorthand.
Well, we should see if we can get it deciphered.
Will do.
DWAYNE: Uh, Sarge.
We're going for a quick drink to Catherine's bar.
Fancy joining us?
No, I might stay and make a couple of calls.
-Chief? -Oh, I'd love to, Dwayne.
But this speech is not going to write itself.
Commissioner's Award is in two days.
Well, a small rum might be
just what you need to get your creative juices flowing, eh? Hmm?
Oh, maybe you're right, Dwayne.
Maybe that's exactly what I need. Yeah.
Just a small one, now.
Absolutely, Chief. Just a small one.
-Or two. -Or three.
JACK: Hmm.
Morning, sir.
You look terrible. Have you slept?
Yeah. I think I might have nodded off
for about five minutes around 4:00.
Four?
You haven't been working on your speech all night?
We've come to the point where words cease to have any meaning.
They're just dancing in front of my eyes.
But then, just before you arrived, a breakthrough.
-Really? -I decided to seek professional help.
This guy, he's written biographies about everyone
from Churchill to George Best.
He says the key to writing about someone
is to know your subject inside out.
Get to know them intimately.
And how are you going to do that?
Oh, I'm going to invite the commissioner to spend some quality time with me.
Anyway, we've got more pressing issues.
How did you get on last night?
I paid my cousin a visit.
He's a clerk at Honore Town Court.
And did he mange to translate Daniel's scribbling?
Well, first off, I don't think this was written by Daniel Friend.
It's mainly about him, and it's written in the third person.
So someone was keeping a journal about Daniel.
It's all about their stay as a guest at the retreat.
And it's very critical of him.
And is there any way of working out who the author might be?
All the guest are mentioned in it.
Except for one.
Bryn Williams.
Yesterday you said that Bryn's social media
maintained he was a maths teacher.
(SPRAYS DEODORANT)
But you didn't find any evidence of that.
No, nothing.
I wonder.
Very few jobs left that call for shorthand.
But the one trade that still uses it
is journalism.
Nothing.
William Bryn, maybe?
His pseudonym.
All right, you drive.
I'm going to make a call to an old press officer friend of mine back in London.
See if I can find a number for Mr William's editor.
That's got nothing to do with what happened with Daniel.
No?
Because from where I'm standing,
this gives you a pretty strong motive for murder.
-You're joking, right? -Not in the slightest.
How about you start by explaining
why your notebook was in Daniel's possession?
Was he on to you?
(BRYN SIGHS DEEPLY)
I don't know how,
but he sussed that I was onto something, yeah.
Like ourselves, he sussed
that you weren't the common or garden maths teacher
you claimed to be.
Well, he worked out that I was writing an expose.
And he confronted you.
You know, for a man who spent his time banging on about inner peace,
he didn't half get angry.
And what did he say?
He told me to get on the next flight home ASAP.
-When did this happen? -A couple of days ago.
So how come you're still here?
We came to an arrangement.
I offered to write a complimentary article about the place.
Right, yes.
And why didn't you inform your editor about this?
-I just spoke with him half an hour ago. -Really?
Yeah, he had no idea Daniel was onto you.
But he did have some very interesting information to pass on about you.
Like how things aren't going too well
in your personal life at the moment.
Halfway through a divorce,
about to lose custody of your children.
And your work was suffering as a result.
According to him, this undercover gig here at the retreat
was pretty much the last chance saloon.
So Daniel Friend blowing your cover and sending you packing,
I imagine that's the last thing you need.
I can see how this might look.
It looks, Bryn, despite your protestations,
that you benefit from Daniel Friend's death.
Big time.
Man is clearly desperate, Florence.
But is he desperate enough to commit murder?
-Morning, Cressida. -Morning.
Wow, they're really... Really...
What are they, exactly?
Oh, we call them emotional expression sculptures.
They're from an art therapy class
I ran with Bryn and Gabe yesterday.
Emotional expression sculptures.
Ah.
I thought I'd put them out in the sun so they can dry quicker.
Anything to keep busy.
Inspector?
The day before yesterday, I happened to see Gabe with Daniel, and...
(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
CRESSIDA: It looked like Gabe was pretty livid at him.
Gabe was pointing and jabbing Daniel in the chest.
What time was this?
About 10:30 in the morning.
Did you hear any of what was said?
No, but...
CRESSIDA: The thing is, Gabe then walked out of the retreat.
We didn't see him again till yesterday morning.
He just disappeared for 24 hours.
And did you ask Daniel about this?
He said it was nothing to worry about.
But you think there was something to it?
Some issue between them?
All I know is, he still had a lot of anger in him when he made this.
I'll chase the consultant at the hospital Gabe works at.
Yeah, let's see how Dwayne and JP are getting on
with his phone records and financial checks.
Anything that might tell us where Gabe went
during that missing 24 hours.
Commissioner.
What an unexpected pleasure.
I wondered if you might have five minutes for a chat, Inspector.
Well, for you, sir, I've got the whole day.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
(JACK CLEARS THROAT)
As I'm sure you can imagine,
receiving the Island Special Award tomorrow night
is a great honour for me.
Of course.
I am not by nature a sentimental man.
-No. -And yet, I must admit,
I am deeply moved by this acknowledgement.
I can only imagine.
So you can see why I would hate to see the evening marred
in any way.
Well, goes without saying, sir.
Mayor Bordey tells me
you are giving the speech before the award is presented.
That's right, yes, and don't you worry.
It's coming along a treat.
I've got some lovely material already.
Although...
Why, is there an "although"?
Well, I just have the tiniest concern
that parts of it are a bit, well, general.
And I couldn't help feeling that if you and I could sit down,
have a drink,
Catherine's bar, say.
It's on.
Me and the commissioner, 7:00 p.m, Catherine's bar.
-Really? -Yeah.
A couple of rums, some gentle encouragement,
he'll be regaling me with anecdotes.
I'll have him singing like a bird.
He asked the commissioner for a drink?
-(PHONE RINGING) -Excuse me.
So, what's the story?
JP, is that a postmortem I see before me?
Yes, it is,
and it confirms Daniel Friend died due to asphyxiation.
Also, the fibres found around the victim's neck
are the same kind of fabric used
to make the rope belts at the retreat.
Except, we still have no idea
how the murderer managed to get rid of the belt
when not one of them left the retreat.
Oh.
Also, I dusted the key as requested.
And?
There's only one set of prints on them, and they're Daniel's.
Now, if we can only figure out what exactly it unlocks.
There's a locksmith in town, isn't there?
Ah, yes. Dread Locks.
Why don't you pop down as soon as you get a chance
and see if he can give us a steer?
JP: Okay.
-Sir? -Yes, Florence.
I have an e-mail back from Bristol General.
Gabe took his sabbatical after his twin sister, Ruth,
died six months ago.
Apparently, he was finding it hard to get over her death.
She took her own life.
Oh, what a terrible thing.
And here's a link to a website Gabe set up in her memory.
Poor girl. And so young.
Makes sense of what he was doing at the retreat.
Trying to deal with his grief, I suppose.
DWAYNE: Yes, see you there.
Chief, I've got something for you.
So I checked Gabe's phone records, like you suggested,
and the only phone call he made on the morning he went off the radar
was to one of the local taxi firms.
Apparently, he wanted to be dropped off at the nearest bar.
-Which is? -The Blue Parrot.
You want us to go over there and see if we can find out anything else, Chief?
It's like you can read my mind.
Impossible.
JP. Let's go.
JACK: Hmm.
Oh, yes, of course.
Little Michael who runs the place
just got three months for theft.
Oy, oy, oy.
His brother Tino must be running it.
And nothing keeps Tino away from his cricket.
Okay, let's go and find him, then.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He could be anywhere on the island.
His sister's place, his brother's,
either of his girlfriends.
Okay, well, I guess we just
wait here till Tino turns up.
You know,
I was reading a little bit more of this book last night, Dwayne.
Positive thinking.
And it says, if things aren't exactly working out the way you want,
there are these visualisation exercises you can use.
And how the hell is that going to be of any use to us now?
Well, what we want is for Tino to turn up
so we can ask him some questions.
-Uh-huh. -So...
If I close my eyes
and I picture the path ahead,
and I visualise Tino walking around the bend...
Okay, yes.
Yeah, okay. So now I've visualised it,
what I've willed to happen should actually happen.
Oh.
Okay.
JP: Hmm.
Maybe you should try another book.
Yeah, I probably to do, you know, a bit more practise on it.
That's an understatement.
No way.
Is that Tino?
That's him! The Rasta!
Oh, my. It actually worked!
This is hard to believe.
FLORENCE: Sir.
Have you ever heard of a thing called confrontation therapy?
Yeah, a colleague of mine tried it after a tough case.
Why?
Well, I've been looking at the retreat schedule,
and at 9:00 a.m the morning Gabe disappeared
he was booked in for a one-to-one therapy session with Daniel.
Which would have been just before Cressida saw them arguing.
So, what does confrontation therapy involve?
Well, as far as I can tell,
it's about taking responsibility for your problems.
It's pretty extreme.
A lot of shrinks reckon it's dangerous.
Especially if the subject is trying to deal with a significant trauma.
Like the death of a sister.
Like the death of a twin sister, yeah.
Okay, Chief, we just spoke to the barman,
who was there on the day Gabe Lee turned up.
A guy called Tino.
And what did Tino have to say?
That Gabe was clearly very angry when he arrived at the bar.
And the more he drank, the angrier he got.
Apparently, he spent the whole time telling Tino
exactly how much he hated Daniel Friend.
And get this,
Gabe's very last words before he left the bar was,
"Daniel Friend has got it coming."
JACK: What are you planting?
Celery or peas?
Sorry to hear about your sister.
Why? You didn't know her.
Well, I know how complicated grief can be.
It's not just the pain.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
It's the anger and regret.
The guilt.
She'd split up with her boyfriend.
They'd been together a couple of years, and...
He really messed her around.
She kept telling me she was fine.
But she wasn't.
And I should have seen that, that's what I regret.
Coming here, has it helped?
I understand you were having therapy sessions with Daniel.
Confrontation therapy.
Daniel kept talking about taking responsibility.
How we can't move on unless we do.
Felt like he was telling me it was my fault my sister killed herself.
And this is what prompted your argument with Daniel?
It's not my fault. It's yours!
Just before you left the retreat and headed for the...
Blue Parrot.
I knew that...
if I'd stayed, that I'd...
-What, hit him? -Yes.
-Or worse. -No.
No, I left so I could get him out of my sight, so I could calm down.
Yeah, but you didn't calm down, did you, Gabe?
Tino at the Blue Parrot told us that hours after the argument,
you were still ranting and raving, angry towards Daniel.
But I didn't kill him.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have.
I was sitting in that meditation circle with everyone else, wasn't I?
(SIGHS)
Gabe is right, Florence. We've got four suspects.
Each of them has an alibi, the same alibi
for the time the murder was committed.
They were all sat together in a meditation circle
inside the retreat.
Exactly. So just how did one of them do it?
Sir, I've just come back from the locksmith,
and he said this type of key would fit some kind of cash box.
-A cash box? -Hmm.
But you searched the retreat. Did you spot anything like that?
-I'm afraid not, sir. -Great.
So as well as the belt that was used to kill the victim,
we now have a cash box.
Two items that have gone missing.
Chief, I finished going through all the phone records
and e-mail correspondence from the retreat.
-Anything of interest? -Just one thing.
Two months ago, someone from the retreat
called the emergency services.
Now, it wasn't for us.
So that means it was either for the fire brigade,
or an ambulance.
-Do we know which? -I'm waiting for a return call.
Okay, well, let's see what turns up there.
Yes, Chief.
So how we getting on sorting through Daniel's paperwork?
Ah, we've gone through the first box,
which has all his papers since he moved here.
Nothing before that.
I haven't started on the second box yet.
Well, I guess that's my homework for tonight, then.
Oh, sir, don't forget your drink with the commissioner.
Sort the speech out first, and then I get stuck into that lot.
JACK: I'm just trying to get a sense of you as a civilian,
as well as a commissioner.
What do you look like when you take off your uniform?
Excuse me?
Could have put that better.
Erm... No, I just want to get a feel
for the real Selwyn Patterson.
I mean, I don't even know if you're married.
Why would you?
Well, why don't you take me back to where it all began?
Were you born here on the island?
Yes.
And do you have any family nearby, or...
No.
So, what are some of your earliest memories?
I'm not sure that's relevant.
You're hardly going to use that in your speech, are you?
Ah, Catherine.
Here we are, gentlemen.
Thank you, Mayor Bordey.
So, what's the occasion?
I have been helping the inspector
put the final touches to his speech
for tomorrow night.
But it's getting late.
Ah.
I hope I've been of use.
Yes, very helpful.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
Marvellous.
I've got nothing.
I'll be honest, Catherine, I'm way out of my comfort zone here.
Miles.
(EXHALES)
When I became Mayor, I was terrified of speaking in public.
But I've realised there are only two things to remember.
And what are they?
Number one, keep it short.
-And number two? -Keep it short.
I can do short.
How about I just say, "Fair play to you, Commissioner.
"You're a great fella, here's your award."
Mm-hmm.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
JACK: Ah, that's brilliant. Thank you.
No problem.
Ah, Florence, good morning.
Morning, sir.
-JP told me you were here. -I am.
Was that Archie Martindale you were talking to?
It was indeed. Do you know him?
Everyone knows Archie. He's a legend on the island.
He must be, what, 83 now?
Eighty-four.
And he's still driving the ambulance. It's amazing.
So, what were you talking to him about?
Oh, yeah. Sit down, I'll explain.
Sorry, monsieur. Two more coffees, please.
Right, so last night
I came across these.
Letters to Cressida, all unopened.
Daniel must have been keeping them from her.
Their from her parents.
From what I can glean, Daniel insisted
that Cressida cut off all communication between friends and family
after they got married and moved out here.
-Really? -For all his zen-like calm,
Daniel Friend, it seems, was a very controlling man.
I've come across people like that before.
I know how they operate.
And then I remember Dwayne saying that the emergency services
had been called to the retreat just a couple of months ago.
You think Daniel might have hurt Cressida?
It's just a hunch, that's all.
But I chased the call, and, yes,
the ambulance was called to tend to injuries
that Cressida had received.
Thank you.
Which is why you were talking to Archie.
Exactly.
He says that Cressida had treatment for a broken rib,
and Daniel was with her.
Did either of them say what had happened?
Yeah, they said she fell off a ladder
fixing something or other.
But Archie had doubts.
JACK: He was suspicious,
said that Cressida was tearful, on edge.
But they both stuck to the ladder story,
nothing he could do about it.
So, what, you think maybe Cressida had had enough and fought back?
She's the one who killed Daniel?
Well, only she can answer that.
(WAVES CRASHING)
CRESSIDA: This is where he used to swim every day.
Lovely.
We found these. Daniel's personal effects.
They're all addressed to you, and most of them are unopened.
Daniel was always threatened by Mum and Dad.
They were suspicious of him.
Why was that?
Because of the family trust, they assumed that everyone was on the make.
-But Daniel wasn't? -No.
Daniel wasn't interested in money.
He rejected any kind of materialism.
The retreat, whose idea was it?
Daniel's.
Initially.
But I didn't need much convincing.
And did he always get what he wanted?
Two months ago, you were taken to hospital.
A broken rib.
What happened?
It was an accident, that's all. I fell off a step ladder.
Are you absolutely sure about that, Cressida?
He's not here now. He can't hurt you anymore.
It was a row that got out of hand.
That's all.
I wanted to go home to England for my brother's wedding.
Daniel didn't want me to go.
-So he hurt you? -Not on purpose.
If you'd seen him afterwards,
he was always so contrite and loving.
Always?
So this happened more than once?
You must have been desperate to get away.
To escape.
I imagine you were prepared to do anything.
I could have walked away if I wanted to.
I didn't need to kill him to escape our marriage,
if that's what you're insinuating.
Hmm.
Ah! Chief, you're back just in time.
-What have you got? -You see,
we couldn't find anything on Daniel Friend
that dated back farther than three years.
His tax affairs, bank records, e-mail accounts,
even his current passport were issued three years ago.
Go on.
Now, me and JP are starting to think that Daniel Friend
isn't actually Daniel Friend.
So who was Daniel Friend before he was Daniel Friend?
That's what we don't yet know.
If he did change his name, it wasn't done officially.
So our victim had a previous identity.
I was on a fraud case once, back when I first started.
Months, we were after this fella.
He was so slippery, we used to call him the eel.
Kept reinventing himself.
New identities, the lot.
But finally, he tripped himself up.
You see, he had stashed mementoes of his previous life
under the floorboards.
Couldn't quite let go, I suppose.
But we haven't found anything like that in Daniel's possessions.
Hmm, not a whiff.
Yeah, but when we found Daniel, there was a key...
Chief.
For a cash box,
which we haven't yet found.
Now, what if this box
contains the remnants of his previous life?
I think the answer lies somewhere in the ground here.
Dwayne, do your thing.
Uh, Chief, there's quite a lot to cover here, you know?
Any specific place you want me to start?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Maybe we try visualising finding it.
Just like you saw me do earlier.
What if I'm not like you?
What if I haven't got the gift?
It's worth a try.
(DWAYNE SIGHS)
It was never going to happen, was it?
(BEEPING)
It worked! (CHUCKLES)
Sorry, what just happened there?
No idea. (CHUCKLES)
You were right, sir.
Right, well.
Let's see if this tells us
just who Daniel Friend really is.
JACK: Hello, Michael Bennett.
Yes, uh-huh.
Unlike Daniel Friend, Michael Bennett has a past.
And a pretty colourful one, too, by the looks of things.
A string of failed businesses investigated for embezzlement.
Thank you very much.
That was the airport.
Now, there was a Michael Bennett
booked on a flight to South Africa
the day Daniel died.
So that's what he was up to.
Why he was going to dig up the box.
He was making a break for it.
So this cash must have been his running-away fund.
But what was he running away from?
Sir, take a look at this.
Four years ago, Michael Bennett was the co-owner
of a homeopathic business in Hertfordshire
which went bust,
leaving his partner 100,000 in debt.
And why is that significant?
Look who co-owned it.
(GASPS)
Eva Ingram.
Eva?
Eva.
BRYN: She's not there.
Oh, she said she cleared it with you, Inspector.
Did she now? So where did she go?
Oh, she took a taxi to the harbour.
The harbour?
She's here somewhere!
There she is!
Just a one way ticket, please.
(PANTING)
Going somewhere nice, Ms Ingram?
(PANTING)
Michael Bennett ripped you off.
Left you £100,000 in debt,
and then vanished off the face of the earth.
I'd say that gives you a pretty good reason to want revenge.
Well, I didn't come here to kill him.
No? So why did you come here?
Why, you just fancied a bit of spiritual rejuvenation
-and then by sheer coincidence... -No.
I mean, there was one coincidence involved.
Which was?
One day a friend of mine called me
and said she'd happened upon this review of the retreat online.
And there was a photo of Michael.
Right, so you booked yourself a place.
What then? What was the plan?
Well, I mean, to confront him.
EVA: And demand an apology, and what he owed me.
He looked so shocked. He couldn't believe that I'd found him.
Welcome.
And what did he say?
That he'd have the money by the end of the week,
but, um he begged me not to mention it to Cressida.
And you believed him.
Even though you'd been here before, left high and dry.
Well, I'm not sure if I believed him,
but I knew I wasn't gonna leave here without my money.
I'm sure you weren't, but Daniel was.
He had a flight booked and a big load of cash.
I think he was about to do exactly what he'd done to you before.
His disappearing act.
Leaving you with only one option,
if you couldn't get your money, then you'd have to settle for revenge.
JACK: One man, two names.
Daniel Friend and Michael Bennett.
Four suspects, each of them with a motive.
And yet, not one of them had the opportunity
to follow Daniel down that path
and then strangle him.
Because they were all sitting together in a circle
in the half hour between Daniel being seen alive
and being found dead.
So just how on earth did our killer manage to do it?
-DWAYNE: Mmm. -JACK: Anyone?
(DWAYNE SIGHS)
It's impossible.
Except, it can't be, because it did happen.
Sir, the time.
Don't we need to get ready for the award ceremony?
Oh, it starts in less than an hour and I've still got no speech.
What am I gonna do?
If we put together everything we know about the commissioner,
I'm sure we can come up with something.
So, what have we got?
JP: Okay, so, um...
Yes, we know that the commissioner was born on the island.
-Mm-hmm. -JP: So, um...
Yes, anyone else?
-Well, he... -Um...
He is...
The commissioner. Let's think.
(ALL MUMBLING)
Oh, Chief, the man is an enigma.
(SIGHS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
JACK: It is my great pleasure...
It is my great pleasure...
It is my great pleasure this evening
to say a few words in honour...
(APPLAUSE)
And finally, we come to the last and most important
of our civic awards this evening.
The Lifetime Award for Services to the Island.
And here to present the award
is Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.
God help me.
You'll be great, sir.
(JACK EXHALES, CLEARS THROAT)
What can you say about Commissioner Selwyn Patterson?
(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)
Selwyn Patterson was born here in Saint Marie
and as you all know,
he's been our commissioner for quite a while now.
And even if some of you aren't certain
of what a commissioner actually does,
well, I'm sure you'll all agree that
he seems to know exactly what he's doing.
(CHUCKLES)
(COUGHING IN AUDIENCE)
Hand on heart, I don't really know the commissioner that well.
I mean, I've only been on the island for less than a year.
But I'd like to think
even in that short time,
I've got to know something about the people of Saint Marie.
People like the team I work with,
who'll come around to keep you company
when your daughter flies off to the other side of the world.
Or bring dinner to the office when you've been working too hard.
In short,
the people of this island are among the most friendly,
decent, good-hearted people
I've ever had the pleasure to meet.
And if you've decided
that Selwyn Patterson deserves this award,
well, then he must be a very fine man, indeed.
Congratulations, Commissioner.
Well said, sir.
It's typical, isn't it?
I mean, you can spend days trying to plan something
or you can make something up on the spot,
and the result is exactly the same.
Thank you, DI Mooney,
for those kind and well-chosen words.
Make something up on the spot.
Sir?
What if that's what the killer did?
Because Daniel wasn't where he was supposed to be.
Closing our eyes...
And then Gabe went to get his phone,
and that's when we called your lot.
It's not my fault!
We call them emotional expression sculptures.
She'd split up with her boyfriend.
Hello, Michael Bennett.
I've got it!
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
I believe that sound you've just heard
is DI Mooney solving a case.
Sounds like you have urgent matters to attend to.
JACK: That's it. That's exactly it.
All this time, I've had it the wrong way around.
Dwayne, call the undertaker.
We need to get Daniel's body back.
And wake up the pathologist.
We need him to run one more test.
JP: Everything's all set, sir.
A camera phone.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Ubiquitous these days, we all have one.
Our every movement is recorded.
No one, it seems, can eat a sandwich
without wanting to take a selfie of it.
Yet, these little fellas are strictly verboten
here at the Calming Breath.
Why?
Well, Daniel claims it was for holistic reasons.
But that wasn't the case.
His obsession with privacy wasn't for his guests' benefit.
It was for his own benefit.
Because truth is, Daniel was terrified
of being exposed for who he really was.
Michael Bennett.
Who?
But Daniel wasn't the only liar here at the retreat.
You've all got your secrets.
But only one of you has been lying
to cover up the fact that you're a murderer.
Now, all of you sitting there
are confident that you've got the perfect alibi.
And truth be told,
the question that's been eating away at me for the last few days
is how on earth did our killer manage to strangle Daniel
while sitting in a meditation circle.
But you don't still think it was one of us, do you?
Oh, more than ever.
As a matter of fact, I know for certain it was.
We now know the real reason
why Daniel didn't go for a swim that day
was because he was on his way to retrieve this
from where he'd buried it.
It contained the few remnants of Daniel's former life.
Michael Bennett's passport, his birth certificate,
and a significant amount of cash.
An escape fund, if you will.
Now that his cover had been blown
by the woman he used to own a business with,
he knew it was high time to scarper.
He had his flights to South Africa booked and ready.
But Daniel would never make it as far as Johannesburg.
He wouldn't even make it as far as the cash box.
Because while he was on his way to get that,
he collapsed and fell down in the dirt.
Unconscious.
Unconscious? Why?
Because he'd been drugged.
Drugged? You said he'd been strangled.
Oh, Daniel was strangled all right.
That's for sure.
But that wasn't the way he was meant to die, no.
He was supposed to drown, wasn't he?
Gabe?
Me? You can't be serious!
Yeah. We went back to the pathologist
and we asked him to run an additional test on Daniel's body.
And that showed that around 65 milligrams
of a strong, fast acting sedative
was in his system.
I remember Cressida saying...
It was about half past 2:00.
We'd just finished lunch.
I'm guessing that's how you got the sedative into Daniel's system.
In his green tea.
You knew what time Daniel went for his swim every day.
Half past 2:00.
Enjoy your swim, my love.
JACK: It was only a few minutes' walk from here to the beach.
And you knew what time lunch was served.
So it wasn't very difficult to work out what kind of a dose to give him.
Especially as you're a trained doctor.
Just enough to kick in as he was swimming out into the ocean,
causing him to fall into a deep sleep and drown.
Best case scenario,
his body would be lost to the ocean, never to return.
Worst case,
cause of death would be dismissed as a tragic accident.
Meaning, no one would bother to ask
for a blood analysis of the victim.
No. Not any more than they would
if the cause of death was strangulation.
Unlucky for you, Daniel decided not to go for a swim that day.
Instead, he headed for the Contemplation Garden.
No wonder finding him lying on the path knocked you sideways.
That was the last thing you were expecting.
And worst of all, he was still alive.
He was still alive?
JACK: In that moment,
you realised you needed to improvise.
So thinking on your feet, you made a bold decision.
You told Cressida...
He's dead.
(CRYING)
While Eva was comforting you,
Gabe offered to go and get his phone
so he could call the police,
knowing that this would give him enough time
to get back to Daniel and finish the job.
So, Gabe ran
and grabbed his phone.
And then he headed back to Daniel's body.
And then, so as he wouldn't leave any fingerprints,
he used the only weapon that he had on him.
The belt from around his robe.
And he strangled Daniel.
There was no struggle.
How could there be?
The man was unconscious.
And utterly defenceless.
And that left only one more thing for you to do
before returning to the others.
Dispose of the belt.
So where did you hide it?
No? Dwayne, JP, if you would.
On the morning of Daniel's death, Cressida here
held an art therapy session with Bryn and with Gabe.
It was only a few hours later that Daniel was killed.
The clay would have still been wet.
Oh.
(BOTH GASP)
FLORENCE: Once you had hidden the incriminating belt
with Daniel's DNA on it,
you then took a clean belt from the storeroom
and tied it around your own robe.
Why?
What did Daniel ever do to you?
It wasn't about what Daniel did to Gabe, was it?
It was what he did to Gabe's sister.
GABE: He really messed her around.
She kept telling me she was fine.
But she wasn't.
The man you married, Cressida,
was once in a relationship with Ruth Lee.
But she knew him as Michael Bennett.
Now, as far as I can tell, Michael Bennett,
he only ever achieved real success at one thing,
screwing over women.
(SIGHS)
Ruth was totally in love with Michael.
And then he just vanished.
Took her savings, her car, and...
broke her heart so badly,
she never came back from it.
Daniel Friend spent a lifetime running away
from his debt, from responsibility.
From himself.
But like I said, in an age where our every move is recorded,
no one can outrun their past.
Of course, the irony here is
that if Daniel hadn't been trying to run away,
on this occasion,
there was every chance that his killer
would have got away with murder.
You know when he saw me, he didn't even recognise me.
That's how little my sister meant to him.
I don't regret what I did. He deserved it.
At least now, Ruth can rest in peace.
JP.
JP: Okay, up you get.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, I can't deny what my eyes saw, JP.
This book really does have magic in it.
For instance,
right now Catherine is going to bring us both over a free beer.
And how did you come to that?
Well, how do you think, man?
I visualised it.
Remember?
Here you are, gentlemen.
(CHUCKLES)
Two beers.
You see? Cheers.
CATHERINE: Oh.
And your bill, Dwayne.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
But, Catherine, how come this says 10 beers?
The last time you were in, you forgot to pay.
But you don't mind settling up now, do you?
Oh, no, but...
-Later? -Hmm.
(LAUGHS)
-Like I said... -Hmm.
...it's all a big con.
You sure you're all right to finish off here, sir?
Yeah, you go on ahead.
-See you in the morning. -Night, sir.
DS Cassell.
Commissioner.
It might not have been quite the speech I was hoping for,
but in its own peculiar way,
I appreciated the sentiment.
Well, it was from the heart.
I gathered.
I was pleased to note how well you are settling into island life.
Saint Marie has clearly got under your skin.
Has indeed, sir.
Cricket.
Sorry?
Watching my father play cricket.
You wanted to know what was my earliest memory.
-Just for the record. -Right.
It's too bad I couldn't put that in my speech.
Who knows? Maybe in time,
we might get to know each other a little better.
I'd like that.
Perhaps we could go for another drink.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Inspector.
Police, please!
Cordell Thomas?
Now, why would our victim be clutching a peanut?
I didn't do it, Inspector.
You have hot-footed it up here to stuff your face,
while the rest of your poor colleagues are working through the night.
But it's my birthday!
JACK: First girl I ever kissed had the same initials.
Leonie Brennan. Terrifying she was.
God, I hope it's not her.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)