You know, sometimes we can all lose our way in life.
You start to wonder if the person you are
is the person you're supposed to be.
Because how can we be true to others
if we can't be true to ourselves?
And to be true to ourselves...
you need to listen...
to your heart.
And if you look deep enough...
you will know what to do.
But as long as we've got faith...
there is nothing we can't go through.
Amen!
♪ There is power, power
♪ Wonder-working power
♪ In the blood
♪ Of the Lamb
♪ There is power, power
♪ Wonder-working power
♪ In the precious blood
♪ Of the Lamb
♪ There is power, power... ♪
- Dad? - You OK to hold the fort for a minute?
I need some more fish. Yeah, yeah. All right.
You go ahead.
Everything all right? Yeah, good. Mm-hm.
Where's the snapper? Over there, in the cool box.
You doing OK?
Of course.
- Catch you later. - Mm.
Now, why ain't my fella over here giving me some loving like that?
Look at him - stuffing his face.
Always stuffing his face.
What?!
Listen, I got that client meeting first thing.
You all right if I go get some prep done?
Sure. We'll finish off here.
OK. I'll see you back home.
Thanks, Dad.
That boy works too hard.
But still, at least he's got you to look after him, right?
Alesha!
Demont? What is it?
Where's Christopher?
He... He's not here. Why?
I got this message from him a few minutes ago.
"Help. I need help."
I tried calling him, but it just goes to answerphone.
I'm worried that something has happened.
OK.
Thank you. I'll let you know if we hear anything, OK? All right.
- Morning! - Morning, sir.
Everything OK? No. We have a missing person.
Christopher Williams. 33 years old.
Was last seen at 6.30pm yesterday evening
at a church barbecue up in Port Royal.
He sent his father a text at midnight, saying he needed help,
but there's been no word since.
We might know where he is.
We got a call from the harbour master,
and his body's down there.
It's him, sir - our missing person, Christopher Williams.
Where was he discovered?
The boat was two miles north of the island.
The fishermen who found him were heading out
for their morning catch at 5am.
How did he end up out there, then?
Anything from the paramedics?
Well, the body was found in situ, so they've only verified the death.
Also...
This was found beside the victim.
Been in the wars a bit. Mm, tell me about it.
The battery's down, so I'll go and charge it at the station.
OK.
Do we know this boat? Does it belong to the victim?
We don't know yet, sir. No name, no identifying number, no?
No. I'll get Ruby to dust for prints.
It might give us something.
Right. Let me get this straight in my head. So...
One minute, Christopher Williams is at the local church barbecue,
and the next, he's lying face down in a rowing boat.
Two miles out to sea.
Dead as a doornail.
What happened?
I-I-I don't understand.
What was he doing in a boat?
Well, we're trying to work that out ourselves.
So he doesn't own one, then? A boat?
No. Or know anyone who does?
Not that I know of.
Well, I hate to ask, but...
Is there any chance that Christopher could have done this himself?
No, no. Absolutely not.
My son was happy. He loved his life.
Of course, yes. I'm sorry.
And if you could bear it, could we just go over the events
leading up to Christopher's disappearance?
We were clearing up at the church.
Christopher wanted to leave to do some work.
Listen, I got that client meeting first thing.
You all right if I go get some prep done?
And this was at half past six?
He was a notary. He had a meeting this morning.
And did he come back to the house for his work,
or does he have an office somewhere?
His office is in Port Royal.
I assumed he had gone there,
because his car wasn't in the drive when I got back.
And the next thing, Pastor, if I'm right,
you got a text message around midnight saying he needed help.
No-one else saw him or heard from Mr Williams
after he left you all at the church?
Oh. Sorry, I need to take this.
"Help. I need help."
Anyone else find this text message a little, you know, strange?
I mean, there's no mention of where he was
or what sort of help he needed, what was going on.
Maybe he ran out of time when he was writing it.
Maybe. Yeah.
But then, why text for help in the first place?
Why not just phone and speak to someone?
Perhaps he couldn't, for some reason.
Sorry, I-I didn't catch your name.
Clarence. Clarence Delport.
I'm Shonelle's husband. Clarence and I have been friends
with Alesha and Christopher since we were kids.
We just wanted to come and show our support.
Of course, yes. Very... Very considerate.
Sir?
Sorry, please excuse me. And thank you.
It was Ruby. There's been a development.
Curiouser and curiouser.
So, Christopher's body is found in a boat two miles out to sea...
but his car is left abandoned
here in the middle of the rainforest.
It's almost like a carjacking - open door, radio still playing.
I don't know what went on last night.
Something tells me that Christopher Williams
didn't wind up dead in that boat by accident.
Anna. Hiya.
I was about to call! Just a bit tied up at the moment.
Sure. What about Catherine's?
Siobhan's flying in later and we could all dine together.
Grand. See you there. Bye.
Sir?
Sorry, Madeleine. Yes...
Madeleine!
Do we have a location for where the boat was found?
Er, somewhere.
Ah! JP, Ruby, what have you got for us?
Well, I'm afraid I couldn't lift any prints from the boat, sir.
The wood was too old and wet.
JP, you fare any better?
Er...
No-one saw the victim return to his house after the barbecue,
so we can't be sure where he went.
Right.
Got it, sir.
So, it's four miles south-west of Port Royal.
- Thanks, Madeleine. - Pleasure.
There.
So... our victim's car
is found five miles inland -
here - radio still playing.
But he's all the way down here,
adrift in a boat in the middle of the Caribbean Sea...
which leaves us asking the very simple question -
"Just what the hell happened last night?"
First thing tomorrow,
could you head over to the victim's office in Port Royal?
Give it the once-over,
see if there's any indication that's where he went after the barbecue.
- Yes, sir. - And the rowing boat -
any chance we could trace where that came from?
Well, without an ID number or any fingerprints...
Plus, the harbour master didn't recognise the boat either, so...
Well, I could give it a go, sir.
I mean, as my Great-Grandmother Patterson always used to say,
"One, one coco - full basket!"
Wise words indeed from Granny Patterson.
- Yeah, go for it, Ruby. It's all yours. - Thank you, sir.
So, hopefully, come the morning,
we'll have ourselves a postmortem
and we'll be closer to understanding
if Christopher Williams was murdered -
and if so, how.
- Oh, dear. Found each other, then? - Yes.
I introduced them.
Hope you don't mind.
No, not at all, no.
Tell me. How are they getting on?
Like houses on fire.
You look like you might need this.
You're a mind-reader, Catherine. Thank you.
So sorry I'm late. We've a murder come in.
- Hey, Dad! - Hiya, love. It's so good to see you.
- And you. And how was your flight? - Long.
Well, you're here now. That's the important thing.
Hey.
So... what have you two been talking about, then?
You, mostly.
- Yeah, we skirted round your dress sense and your dad jokes. - Lovely.
And we were just about to start on your annoying habits.
Well, that won't take long.
Then Anna told me that you might join her on her trip.
I think that's a brilliant idea.
- You do? - Yeah!
Well, I don't expect you to drop everything here,
but I thought maybe you could, erm,
join me in San Francisco at the end of the month.
Then we could drive through the Midwest together
before heading south for the carnivals.
You could do the cowboy thing, Dad.
He has always wanted to be Gerry Cooper.
Gary. Gary Cooper.
I'll leave you with that thought while I go to the bathroom.
Well?
She's lovely.
Isn't the Rio Carnival the one
where women get bead necklaces for flashing people?
Hopefully that is not compulsory!
You'll have to keep an eye on Dad!
He'd be chasing after them with his jacket.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, will you cover yourself up?
"You'll catch your death of cold."
That is the soundtrack of my youth.
You know, we've been talking for ages, but your father here
still has not told me if he will be coming with me yet.
Well, there's a few things to sort out.
Some of us have a job, you know.
He'll be fine. He always does this.
He won't enjoy it as much if he doesn't worry about it first.
And what about you, Siobhan? So, you're here for a week, and then...?
Well, I've just finished uni. And as of yesterday,
I've got a job to go back to. Oh, congratulations! That's great!
Hard to believe. My little baby going out into the world,
all grown up.
- And where is it? - It's a publishing company back in London.
So after three years away, it'll be nice living back there -
see all my old friends, family.
And have you got somewhere to live?
I'm going to be moving back home.
Well, good luck to you. I wish you nothing but the best.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT Jack...?
Yes, very best of luck, love.
Cheers!
Well, I was not expecting that!
What?
OK, the postmortem's through. And get this -
our victim died from injuries sustained
after a fall from a significant height.
Even though his body was found on a boat in the middle of the sea?
- It's bizarre. - Mm.
Look at this. Heavy bruising to the skin. Internal bleeding.
Fractured and broken bones.
And most important of all, markings on the upper arms
suggesting someone grabbed him hard and, with force, pushed him.
So it WAS murder!
Yeah. And as to where it happened, I've no idea.
I mean, did he just fall into the boat and die?
If so, how? And where?
And why did his car end up so far inland?
OK...
Let's have a closer look at these people.
Our victim, Christopher Williams. What do we know about him? Here.
So, he was born here in Saint Marie in 1987.
His father is Demont Williams.
He's the pastor of the Port Royal Pentecostal Church.
His mother? She passed away when he was 11.
- Cancer. Must have been tough. - Yes.
What about the others?
OK...
I see they all became friends at the church Sunday school.
That's right.
Christopher and Alesha started dating when they were teenagers.
Love's young dream, eh?
Seems she also had a very hard childhood.
She was left orphaned as a baby.
We don't seem to have much on Clarence and Shonelle.
Well, er, Clarence is the church's music director.
Aside from that, I'm still working on it.
Clarence Delport...
Something about him yesterday.
I'll do some more digging.
Morning, sir. Sarge.
Ah, Ruby! How did you get on with the boat hunt?
I might have made a major breakthrough.
Great. What have you got?
- A splodge. - A what?
Come and see.
There.
A big splodge of red paint, like someone spilt it.
- Oh, yeah! - Which means now we can identify the boat, right?
I guess so.
I still reckon you have your work cut out there, Ruby.
Oh, but if someone recognises the boat...
and tells us where it came from...
You're nothing if not tenacious. Thank you, sir.
- JP, what have you got? - So,
I searched the victim's office,
and there's nothing there that hints at a motive.
However... Oh!
I do love a "however", JP.
There's a camera at the front, sir,
which confirms that Christopher came here straight after
the church barbecue, arriving at three minutes past 7.00.
But there's something else you should see, sir.
I've sent it over to you.
OK. Good stuff, JP. Thank you.
So... what have we got here?
Shonelle Delport!
Who says she didn't see Mr Williams again that evening
after he left church.
- Please, I don't want to talk about this with you. - Excuse me?
Shonelle? Who is it?
Mrs Delport, this is a murder investigation.
- It's serious. - I know! But...
Oh! It's you!
- Is there a problem? - Erm, they just had a couple of things
they needed to clarify with us.
- I can deal with it. - OK.
Why don't you want your husband to know, Shonelle?
Was there something going on between you and Mr Williams?
No, no, no, nothing like that. I would never betray Clarence.
Well, you say that, but you've already lied to us.
You WERE with the victim when you said you weren't.
Yeah, but there was nothing illicit about me being there.
I just had to... speak with him about something.
About what?
I can't tell you.
Shonelle, I don't know how to put this,
but you kind of have to.
Unless you'd like us to arrest you for obstructing the investigation.
Christopher had always been a bit of a... player.
You know? Saw other women.
I thought it had stopped, but I saw him with one a week or so ago.
I don't know who she was, but...
I knew he'd got back into his bad habits.
So I went to see him last night.
I told him that he should stop.
He's a married man! It's not right to sin like that.
So, what did he say?
Tried to talk his way out of it,
asked if I would tell Alesha.
I said I wouldn't if he stopped right now.
That was that. We went our separate ways.
Tell me. Did Alesha know about his past indiscretions?
But I never told you that.
I know what he got up to.
I'm no fool.
His phone buzzing with texts at all hours,
disappearing off to the office to work late.
Did you ever confront him about it?
About a year back.
He denied it.
I said, "If it's not true, show me your phone, show me the texts."
And?
He didn't.
But after that, he promised to stop, right?
He said he'd never stray again, as God was his witness.
But he did, didn't he?
I guessed as much.
It must have hurt...
made you angry.
Let's get this clear now.
I didn't kill him.
I'd already made my decision.
You were leaving him?
I got myself a little place on Montserrat.
I was planning on moving there in the next couple of weeks.
Did your husband know?
I hadn't told him yet.
I wanted to get everything in place first. But I was going to.
I didn't need to kill him...
because I was going to leave him.
And in my heart, I already had.
We need to go through the victim's phone records,
because if he was seeing another woman, I want to know who she is
and what she was doing the night of the murder.
I'll get on it now, sir.
Not working you too hard, are we?
Sorry, sir. I promise it was only like five minutes.
I've walked that far today. My feet are killing me.
No joy with your splodge of paint, then?
No.
And I've been all around Honore harbour, Port Royal harbour,
the marina next to Paradise Cove,
and I checked out four separate boat yards on the island.
No-one recognised the boat?
No-one.
Ah, well, you did your best.
I guess we'll just have to admit defeat on this one.
Defeat?
Oh, no.
That is not a word us Pattersons like to use.
I'm not giving up yet. I called the big guns out on this one.
- Good evening, team. - Commissioner.
I asked Commissioner Patterson
to call in a favour at Saint Marie Times.
I figured if we could put a photo of the boat into the newspaper,
someone might come forward.
As you know yourself, Inspector,
I am always happy to do my bit to aid an investigation.
Yes, you are. Of course. Thank you.
- Er, Commissioner? - Mm?
I was just wondering if we could have a quick chat.
- At your convenience. - Of course.
My secretary will find a time.
If you're ready, they're waiting for us down at the quayside.
- Yes, Uncle Selly. - Officer Hooper?
Oh, Commissioner!
I hear you're applying to take your sergeant's examination.
Oh. Er, yes, that's right.
I just thought that I'd challenge myself, you know?
Then you'll be pleased to hear
that this year's test paper is a particularly challenging one.
I set it myself, you know.
Great. Team Patterson are off doing their thing.
- Excellent! - So...
How did you get on, sir?
Well, it seems the victim isn't the saintly figure we first thought.
Nope. He's had a number of lovers outside of his marriage.
Well, that gives Alesha motive.
It does, yeah. Except she was leaving him,
moving to another island. She's got the documents to prove it.
And as for Shonelle Delport,
well, there's something going on with her and Clarence.
He was very fishy when we first met him.
And she clearly didn't want her husband to know
she'd seen Christopher the night he was murdered.
I've a feeling there's a lot more to it all than she's letting on.
Dear Father God...
please forgive me for being deceitful in my words
and in my actions.
- Oh, hey! - Hiya, love!
Did we have plans?
No, I'm going with Madeleine and Ruby to this beach bar
- Ruby's cousin owns. - Oh, right!
And why wasn't I invited?
Because it's a girls' night out and you're not a girl.
Siobhan, girl!
You are going to look like a man magnet in that dress tonight!
Inspector Mooney!
I didn't see you there.
I was just complimenting your daughter
on her very tasteful choice of attire this evening.
I heard what you said, Ruby. I'm pretending I didn't.
Go on. Enjoy yourselves.
Madeleine, for the love of God, would you please look after them?
Well, I'll do my best!
Let's go!
My Heart Is Gone by John Holt
♪ My heart is gone
♪ I need I need someone to lean on... ♪
Commissioner!
I wasn't expecting you.
I had a gap in my schedule.
Let me get you a drink.
As a young man, I thought about travelling the world.
But you didn't?
Do you regret it?
Why would I?
I've had a wonderful life here.
I'd regret missing even a day of the life I've had.
You see...
That's what I'm missing,
the thing that left me the day Kathleen passed away,
that sense of... knowing where you want to be...
and being there.
Some might say that travelling is a way of finding that.
And you?
I think I'd say that
true happiness has very little to do with geography.
So if I...
If I do go travelling...
could you cope without me?
Well, first thing you have to learn, Jack,
is that, in order to find happiness,
worrying about what everyone else wants is a luxury you can't afford.
Morning.
Oh, morning, sir!
So, did you see the Saint Marie Times? Look!
I made page four!
Brilliant. Any calls on it yet?
Well...
Not yet, but it's still early days.
Fingers crossed, eh?
Well, Madeleine, any developments?
I spoke with a woman Christopher was having an affair with.
And...? And she'd been visiting family in Dominica since Saturday.
I'm going to go through his texts again and see what else I can find.
JP, anything?
Well, I've been going through the victim's office computer,
and the only thing that seems odd -
he accessed his wife's e-mails and social media from it.
Snooping on his wife.
Well, maybe he got wind that she was thinking of leaving him.
Except... he's been doing it for a good while, sir.
I mean, as far as I can tell, over a year.
Hm. So he was insecure about his marriage, maybe.
But not so insecure he was worried about sleeping with other women.
Ah, yeah.
I'll carry on looking through the hard drive, see what else pops up.
Yeah. In the meantime, Madeleine, do you fancy a trip to church?
I'm still convinced that Shonelle and Clarence
are holding something back from us.
And I figure the one person who's known them
since they were kids is their pastor, Demont.
I don't know what you expect me to say, Inspector.
But these are good people, honest Christian men and women.
We're not here for gossip, Pastor.
We're simply trying to understand what was going on
in Christopher's life.
Your son's life.
What do you want me to tell you?
Whatever you want to tell us.
I married them here, Christopher and Alesha.
Such a beautiful day.
I felt so blessed.
I always expected to baptise their children here, too.
I married Clarence and Shonelle here as well,
just a few months later.
But, er, that was very different.
In what way?
The night before, around midnight, I was going to lock up
and I found Clarence on his knees, praying. Just there.
He was having doubts.
By the morning, he'd talked himself into going through with it.
You're not suggesting that... it had anything to do with Christopher?
Clarence could not love Shonelle...
because he loved Alesha.
Always did -
since they were teenagers at Sunday school.
He was besotted with her.
She thought they were best friends, but he hung on her every word.
The trouble for him was she chose someone else.
But I know he never stopped caring.
You know, Ruby, they say a watched pot never boils.
What, not even if you really, really want it to?
Not even if you really, really, really want it to.
Well, it may not be a formal investigative tactic,
but if I keep staring, then sooner or later, this telephone has to...
Well, you'd better answer it!
Honore Police.
Oh, yes, this is Officer Patterson speaking.
How can I help?
You saw the article in the newspaper this morning.
And you recognise the boat!
Glenroy Jacobs, Sarge. He used to be the lighthouse keeper
until it became automated ten years ago.
And he recognised the boat from the photographs in the newspaper?
Yes. He used to keep it in there in case of emergencies.
And then, when he moved on, he sold the motor and left the rest behind.
He used to keep it under a tarpaulin behind the lighthouse.
How can he be sure it was the same boat?
Well, that would be the red splodge, sir.
Glenroy swore he'd recognise it anywhere. And the story goes,
he got a tin of paint when he was giving the building a touch-up.
- That is really excellent work, Ruby. Mm! - I have to hand it to you.
OK. So this is potentially where our killer acquired the boat.
Might well be where the murder happened, too.
Sir, Sarge, can you come this way, please?
Yeah, so...
It looks like someone busted through the door to break in.
Also, sir, we noticed a recent tyre track up there.
OK, good stuff.
JP, could you dust the door for prints and the tarpaulin?
Ruby, you get a cast of the tyre tracks, please.
Madeleine, how are you with heights?
You sure you're OK?
Look! Scuff marks.
Maybe a sign of a struggle.
Now, what's that doing there?
What is it?
A small plastic ballerina is what it is.
It's the kind of figurine you'd get in a music box
or jewellery box.
Siobhan used to have one when she was little.
Ah! Me too, sir.
I used to use it to hide things that I didn't want my mother to see.
Maybe pictures of my high-school crush.
Ah, Curtis MacKenzie!
He was the best cricket player on the whole school team.
Sir? We've got a match on the prints from the tarpaulin.
Go on. Clarence Delport.
I think that's Clarence's pick-up truck.
- Ruby, compare the tyres to the cast you made. - Yes, sir.
♪ Don't be ashamed
♪ To say that you know Him
♪ Count the cost
♪ Take up your cross
♪ And follow Him. ♪
OK, Clarence, we're going to tell you what we know.
The boat that Christopher Williams' body was found in
has been linked back to the lighthouse at Hope Point.
And, as the postmortem results indicate,
Mr Williams died due to a fall from a significant height.
We're currently working on the basis that he was pushed off
the top of the same lighthouse.
We now have evidence that places both you and your pick-up truck
at the same location.
And we also understand that, for some time now,
you've been dealing with unrequited feelings for the victim's wife.
That's a motive right there, Clarence. You understand that?
Get rid of the husband, Alesha's all yours.
No. No! No, no, no. That's not... I wouldn't!
I didn't do it.
OK... I was there at that lighthouse, but...
I didn't kill Christopher.
So you're admitting you were at Hope Point the night of the murder.
But it wasn't you that killed Mr Williams?
But you know who did.
Clarence! If someone else did this and you know who it is,
then you really need to tell us.
I'm not saying anything more.
Fur Elise by Beethoven
Here you go, sir.
Sorry, Ruby. Miles away. Thank you.
OK. Hope Point lighthouse.
Let's find out if there's any meaning to the location,
any events that might have happened there.
Ah! We can do that, sir.
- Right. You go. - Thank you!
Our killer chose this location to commit murder for a reason.
If only we could figure out what it is.
Sir? Can I have a word?
Of course. I've gone back further through the victim's texts,
and I think Christopher Williams was very controlling of his wife.
Go on.
Telling her to cancel a night out he didn't want her going on,
deciding who she can or cannot see.
No wonder she wanted to leave home, start again.
She had to! Her heart was telling her what to do.
That cannot be ignored.
No, Madeleine.
It can't.
So, I was wondering, if Christopher was controlling,
even jealous, then it's possible that he and Clarence did fight.
And maybe we were right - maybe he's the one that did it
and he's just trying to put us off the scent.
Yes. Good work, Madeleine. Thank you.
Erm... I just need to go and do something.
I'll be back as quick as I can.
Oh! Jack!
Come on up.
Hi!
So, I thought I'd get a start on the packing -
and, of course, I had to open a bottle of rum
in order to liven the experience up a bit.
Join me?
Er, I won't, actually.
Oh!
What's up, Jack?
Anna...
I won't be coming with you on the trip.
Of course you won't.
Sorry?
I never really thought you would, Jack.
I don't blame you.
You lost your wife, your life came crashing down around your ears,
and so you ran away. There's no shame in that.
That's what you're doing, isn't it?
Actually, I'm doing the exact opposite.
You see, I was in an unhappy marriage,
so all the time, I was running away from who I truly am.
So, travelling the world is me finally being myself, being honest.
But that's what I'm doing, too.
- By staying in Saint Marie? - No!
By going home.
What?
You see, I finally worked it out.
Losing Kathleen, well, that was only part of the whole grieving process.
When she died, I lost the rest of my life, too.
My life is back there in London.
My house is sitting there, empty. That's my home.
My friends still go to the local for a beer and a big moan.
And now Siobhan is going back - back to our home.
So, gallivanting around the world with you,
as amazing as that would be - and I know it would be amazing -
I know that.
But that would be me just running away again.
And I've done enough running.
I'm going home.
So there it is.
How cross are you, on a scale of one to ten?
Ten...
now.
Well, that's fair.
You can curse me if you want. I...
I'll be away until next January, so, erm,
I will make London my last stop.
And I'll put the kettle on.
Sir, you need to see this.
- What is it? - Well, I did the digging on the lighthouse,
and there wasn't much, but I found this article in a newspaper from,
like, 30 years ago.
Three-month-old baby found abandoned at Hope Point lighthouse.
Mm-hm. The police attended that night.
Here is the case file.
The mother of the baby was called Elise Johnson.
But look at the name of the baby.
I mean, that's got to mean something, hasn't it,
Inspector Mooney? Yes, Ruby, it really does.
The music box - where is it?
Clarence, I'm a cat's whisker away from solving this.
Now, I already think I know what you did that night,
so please do yourself a favour and tell me where it is!
Shonelle has it.
Right.
There could have been another death that night...
one that wasn't deserved.
And that's why I did what I did.
And I don't regret it.
I found it underneath the front seat of his truck.
The night of the murder, Clarence came home late.
I knew he'd been up to something.
He was sweating, his clothes were dirty.
And then you said that Christopher had been murdered.
And I just knew it.
I confronted him about it yesterday.
He denied it.
- What did you do? - It wasn't me!
But I know he was lying.
You don't live with someone that many years
and not know when they're lying to you.
Fur Elise
Beethoven. Of course!
Three-month-old baby found abandoned at Hope Point lighthouse.
She was left orphaned as a baby.
Our killer chose this location to commit murder for a reason.
He was checking on her social media and e-mails pretty frequently.
Snooping on his wife.
I didn't need to kill him
because I was going to leave him.
There could have been another death that night.
You know what happened.
You know.
I'm sorry.
This belonged to your mother.
According to an old police report, it was found beside you...
when she left you on the step of that lighthouse.
I guess she wanted to leave me something to remember her by.
And you kept it ever since.
I never knew her, but...
I always felt love for her, no matter what she'd done.
That's... real unconditional love.
You know, when we realised
Christopher's killing took place at the lighthouse,
we couldn't work out why it happened there.
But we'd been looking at this all wrong,
because that wasn't the plan.
He was never meant to be there at all, was he?
So you didn't intend for him to die that night.
It was your own life you wanted to take, wasn't it?
Fur Elise
Beethoven - Fur Elise.
That was your mother's name, wasn't it?
Elise?
If I had a daughter, that's what I was going to call her.
And that lighthouse, like this music box,
had a meaning for you.
It was a connection to your mother.
And I think that's why you went there,
and you took this box with you.
That place always felt special to me, like I was safe there.
It was the closest I could get to being with her.
When we went to talk to you about Christopher's affairs
the other day...
I couldn't help noticing that
you were in some discomfort when you bent down.
I didn't pay much attention to it,
but now that I know more about Christopher as a person...
I suspect there's more to that injury you have.
Men who hurt their wives, they...
share certain characteristics.
They're controlling.
And they become jealous very easily.
They're almost always unfaithful.
And yet, they present themselves to their families and their friends
as... loving, caring, decent human beings.
He was violent towards you, wasn't he?
This... This was the last time he did it.
There was a social at the church for the women in the choir.
I was leaving to go to it.
But he didn't want me to go. So... we argued, and...
Do you mind me asking, how long did this go on?
From the start, he could get angry with me...
if he didn't want me to go somewhere, or
if he saw me talking to another man.
The first time he hit me, it was after we got married.
He was so apologetic.
Every time, he'd promise me,
"It won't happen again."
And it didn't.
We'd be fine. He'd be fine. Until...
Till it hit.
And that's why you decided to leave him
and move to another island.
And I assume, because of the course of events that night...
that he found out.
He'd go through my things.
He was always looking for something to prove that I was unfaithful,
or that I was lying to him.
When I got back from church, he wasn't there, but...
he'd laid out all the paperwork I had.
He wanted me to know that he knew what I was planning.
I knew exactly what he'd do to me when he got back.
You knew after that that he'd never let you leave.
Your dreams of freedom just dashed.
And that's why, when you were at your lowest point, you...
I... couldn't face him hitting me one more time.
And I had no-one to turn to -
everybody thinking he was perfect Christopher, the pastor's boy.
I just wanted it to end.
So I wrote him a note and I left the house.
I knew what I had to do.
And when he found that note, when he realised what you were going to do,
he went looking for you. Except he didn't know where you'd be.
So he went to find Clarence...
I'm going out of my mind. I don't know what to do.
To ask him for his help.
You must know where she is!
Yes? OK.
Clarence always took an interest in what I told him.
Because he cares about you a lot, doesn't he?
Clarence knew the significance of the lighthouse.
That's where you'd go.
Alesha!
OK. Wait here, wait here, wait here. I'll go, I'll go.
Alesha, I can't pretend to know exactly what happened that night.
But, given how it all ended and how Christopher was as a person,
I believe that he lost his temper with you.
He pleaded with me.
But I didn't want to talk to him. I couldn't even look him in the eye.
Alesha, what is this foolishness?
We're going home. Come on. Stop this nonsense!
And so he started getting angry.
Give me this!
He tried to pull me down the stairs.
He came at me...
We're going.
Don't! Stop!
And he wanted to hit me again...
Don't make me do this!
And I... You fought back.
And Clarence, having seen all this and...
having loved you for a very long time, he took charge.
I imagine he told you to go home, gather yourself, clear your head,
while he dealt with everything.
He looked after me that night like no-one ever has.
But he didn't have time to fully dispose of the body,
so he decided that the best thing he could do was to misdirect us
as far away from you and the lighthouse as possible.
And then, when he knew that you were safely at home,
he sent the text message from Christopher's phone to Demont -
to give you an alibi.
He put Christopher's body in the boat
and he pushed the boat out to sea...
so that whenever or wherever it was found, there'd be nothing,
in theory, to connect it back to the lighthouse.
He then towed Christopher's car up into the rainforest.
Clarence was smart.
For a while, he had us very confused. But...
Due to the sheer doggedness of one of our police officers,
we found our way to the lighthouse.
And when we were there...
Fur Elise
Well, this little lady
helped us eventually to piece it all together.
So, are you going to arrest me now?
I'm afraid so.
But I promise you, Alesha, that we will do everything we can
to make sure the judge fully understands the circumstances
in which you did what you had to do.
It will be taken into account. I'll make sure of it.
With Christopher, I felt so trapped.
Prison will be no different.
If this is what God wants from me, then...
No, no, no, no, no, Alesha, please.
You can't think like that.
Every single person on this earth
deserves to live their life free from fear...
to live it as they see fit.
And your life, well...
It's time for it to change.
Time for you to begin again.
Begin again?
Evening, Commissioner.
Inspector.
You made a decision?
Yes. I have, sir.
So?
Well, I won't be going travelling.
But I will be leaving Saint Marie.
You see, a good friend of mine told me...
that he'd never felt the need to go in search for anything.
The only thing he'd regret
is if he missed out on the wonderful life he'd had.
You're going home.
I am.
You came to us a virtual stranger, but please know...
you leave having gained the respect and affection
of the whole island.
You will be greatly missed.
Thank you, sir.
Are you ready, love? Madeleine's here.
I just wanted a last look at that view.
I'm going to miss it. Ah! We'll be back to visit. Lots.
Ah...
There you are, Harry, my old friend.
Look after the next one for me, won't you?
No Place Like Home by John Holt
♪ There is no place... ♪
I'm going to miss you.
Take care.
♪ Home, sweet home
♪ There is no place like home
♪ No matter where I go... ♪
JP. It's been a pleasure.
♪ No matter who I'm with
♪ Your eyes, your eyes I see
♪ No-one... ♪
I'm really going to miss you!
OK!
Good evening, team.
Commissioner. Evening, Commissioner.
I just thought I'd drop by to make sure you were all coping
in light of DI Mooney's departure.
Well, we're managing OK.
We miss him. But we're also very happy for him.
It's just a bit strange that he's not here, sir. Commissioner.
Have you found a new detective to take the Inspector's place, Unc?
Unfortunately,
I haven't had an opportunity,
but hopefully, a potential candidate will present themselves soon.
And until the post is filled, I will of course
make myself available to you, should a serious case occur.
But hopefully... that won't be necessary.
Thank you.
Erm, Commissioner?
We have a body at the White Sands Hotel.
One of the guests was found locked inside her room.
Appears to have taken her own life.
- We'd better get over there, then. - Yes.
All right...
♪ My heart is gone
♪ I need I need someone to lean on... ♪
Join me in raising a glass to our new Saint Marie resort.
Tamsin? Tamsin, are you in there?
A young woman who came here from your home city is dead.
You have a duty.
This guy is coming all the way from England just for a few hours,
and then he's flying straight back?
The man is mad!
Oh! I think it's him.