# Om... #
Namaste.
Ray, have I caught you at a good time?
Actually, one of my chakras is blocked!
Anyway, do we have a deal?
He's offering 400 all in.
Ah.
All right, well, let me have a think about it.
Look, I can do the sunglasses, the handbags and the T-shirts
all in for 500, but anything less and I'm bankrupting myself.
Aren't I, Hoagie?
All right. Let me speak to him and I'll call you straight back.
I can't open it. You do it.
You sure?
OK.
"Dear Miss Pryce, thank you for coming to meet with us last week.
"We have now reviewed your exam papers in which you scored very...
"...highly.
"And, as such,
we would like to offer you a place in our school on a scholarship."
I got the scholarship?
You got the scholarship! Jocelyn, I'm so proud of you!
OK. we're going out to eat tonight. OK?
Let me go and get changed.
Yes!
Well, I reckon it's officially sundowner o'clock.
What do you say, old boy?
Fancy a cocktail? Eh?
How are you doing, Hoagie, my friend?
I feel a very negative energy, you know?
Can't seem to shake it off.
What to do, eh?
Thanks again for dinner, Marlon.
That's all right, sis.
I'm going to go do my homework. OK.
Ray?
It's been a long time.
Marlon...
Ray, are you there?
I'm hurt, Marlon. Serious.
I'm at home. Can you help me, please?
What happened?
Ray?
Ray!
Ray! Where are you?
Oh, no.
Marlon?
Inspector, I have a suspected dead body
at Maison De Ray up on Rue Du Vert. Get here ASAP.
Marlon?
Marlon, talk to me!
Marlon? Marlon, can you hear me?
Marlon?
It's me, DI Parker.
Yeah. I know who you are, sir.
That's a good sign.
Are you all right, honey?
Well, I've got a...pretty banging headache
but, other than that, I'm cool, thank you.
We were really worried about you, Marlon.
Well, I should hope you were!
Listen, the paramedics want to take you to the hospital,
check out that head injury. Have you any idea what happened here?
His name is Ray. Raymond Saunders.
I used to work with him, back in the day when I...
you know, sold dodgy DVDs, stolen goods and...other stuff.
He was kind of my boss, you know?
Have you had any contact with him since?
I cut all ties, sir.
So, then, why did he call you this evening?
I don't know, sarge.
I mean, he said he needed help and that he was hurt,
but...why he called me specifically...
..I have no idea.
No, no, no. No, I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you.
Poor Ray. I can't believe someone did this to him.
I know you said you worked together back in the day,
but were you...friends?
Not friends exactly. It was just more business between us.
But he was a good guy, you know?
He looked out for me. I liked him.
Have you any idea who attacked you?
He had his face covered, sir. I did not get a proper look.
But it was a man?
Definitely.
OK. Well, let's get you to the hospital.
Easy, easy...
Hm!
Bit of a contradiction, I reckon, our victim.
Why do you say that, Inspector?
He's obviously into the whole new age, spiritual,
"the universe gives back whatever you put out" kind of thing, yet...
he had no problem living a life of crime.
Maybe it was karma that got him in the end.
He's still got his wallet, so, it wasn't a robbery.
And this time, we actually have a witness to the murder,
albeit of the avian variety.
Unless...
Now, you haven't heard it talk, have you?
I mean, maybe he could tell us who the killer is.
Make life a lot easier, wouldn't it?
We'll have to find someone to take care of it.
When I do door-to-door, I'll ask a neighbour.
So...
Ray called Marlon at half past six.
The paramedic I spoke to said when he got shot
he would have died within minutes.
So, I guess that's roughly our time of death.
Yeah. It's odd, though, isn't it?
Ray Saunders and Marlon hadn't spoken to each other for three years
and yet, while he's on the floor, bleeding to death,
Marlon's the one person he chooses to call.
Why not phone an ambulance? It might have saved his life.
Why Marlon?
Thank you.
He got an all-clear on the scan, no signs of concussion,
but he has to take it easy for the rest of the day.
OK.
They've discharged you, then?
Nurse says I'm...pretty much as close to superhuman as you can get.
Well, as you're feeling better,
are you up to talking some more about Ray Saunders,
telling us what you know?
So, first of all, Ray had a son, Max.
He's currently in prison in Guadeloupe, but he should be told.
I'll look into it.
You should also speak to a guy named Booker StJean.
So, what's his connection with the victim?
Basically, Ray's right-hand man.
If there was trouble brewing or someone had a grudge,
Booker would know about it.
Yeah. That's him.
So...let's go pay him a visit. Uh-uh.
DI Parker and DS Thomas will look into it.
As of now, I am driving you home. You are officially stood down.
Why? I feel fine, sir, and I want to help find who shot Ray.
And you will. But not today.
It's actually quite convenient we're going to get some alone time, sir,
me and you, because, erm...
..there's this thing we need to speak about.
What thing?
I think I might have to hand in my notice.
That kind of thing.
Your notice?
I'm sorry, sir.
Mr StJean?
DS Naomi Thomas, DI Neville Parker. We spoke on the phone.
I'm sure you must still be in some shock after what happened to Ray.
We appreciate you talking with us.
Marlon said you might know who could have done this,
who it was he saw at Ray's villa last night.
I want to help you but... I don't know who did it or why,
and that's all me have to say about it.
You seem a little nervous, Mr StJean.
Anything you know that might help point us in the right direction
will be treated in the strictest confidence, I promise.
It's what me tell you already. Me no know! Sorry!
Mr StJean?
Can you think of any reason that Ray Saunders might have
called Marlon last night after he'd been shot?
Sorry, what?
Well, it seems strange to us that he would call someone
he's had no contact with for three years.
You were his closest ally, we're told. Why not just call you?
I don't know.
So, you think it's odd, as well? I suppose.
Where were you last night around 6.30?
I was at home, alone. All night?
Look, to answer your question, I don't know why Ray phoned Marlon.
And you're right, nobody can vouch for me when him get shot,
but none of that means that me did it
cos me have no reason to kill him. No reason at all.
Definitely seemed on edge, didn't he?
It's Darlene.
Hey, Darlene. What have you got?
OK!
What is it?
She says to let you know...
..that the parrot situation has...evolved.
She's smart, sir.
Proper book-smart.
And this school in Jamaica, it's the real deal.
Such a cool opportunity for Jocelyn.
And your mother can't go with her?
She's got responsibilities here.
My grandma, for one. She needs care.
And I don't want Jocelyn to miss out.
That's why I'm going to move out there with her, look after her.
And what about work? Will you continue as a police officer?
Well, I want to but...
I've already made contact with the force over there
and they do not have any openings right now.
So, I'll just do something else until something opens up.
Bar work or...
..I don't know, man.
Commissioner...I'm really sorry, sir. I didn't mean to let you down,
after everything you've done for me, you know?
Marlon, you don't need to apologise.
And you haven't let me down.
You're doing a good thing for your sister, the right thing.
I'm just sorry to see you go.
I'm sorry to be going, sir.
Ah...I'd better go.
She would have been pretty worried about me.
All right?
I just... I just don't see why this...
Uh-uh. "Hoagie".
I just don't see why Hoagie has to be by my desk.
How did you get on searching the victim's house, Darlene?
Found a few overdue utility bills.
Suggests maybe he was having some money problems.
I'll do some further financial checks.
Also, I found this -
a receipt from the off-licence down the road.
Now, I checked,
and the victim was seen at six o'clock buying a bottle of rum.
That's the last sighting of him alive that we've got.
So, Ray Saunders is seen alive at 6pm.
Half-an-hour later, he phones Marlon, having been shot.
Ray, are you there?
He's found dead when Marlon arrives at 6:50...
Ray! Where are you?
..which confirms the murder must have taken place between 6 and 6.30
for which Booker StJean has no alibi.
I've looked through recent texts and emails
exchanged between the victim and Booker StJean.
There's nothing to suggest any kind of tension or falling-out.
Seems friendly between them.
So, we have one suspect but no suggestion of a motive.
Oh, it's Marlon! Everything all right?
OK, hang on. Marlon wants to know if we can meet him
this evening at Catherine's Bar. He has something to tell us.
Sure. We'll be there. We'll be there.
You know, the other thing I'm getting stuck on is why,
when he's lying on the floor, staring death in the face,
does Ray Saunders call this guy and not this guy?
What?
I know what you did.
Well, then I guess we'll both keep our mouths shut...won't we?
So...you're leaving us?
I know it's going to be a bit of a wrench for you all.
You should have said it was going to be sad news.
I was hoping you were going to pass on
some useful information about the case.
Er, sorry, I didn't...
Marlon, we are all really, really going to miss you.
It won't be the same without you.
I guess I'm just the glue that binds this team together, aren't I?
And you're OK about...giving up policing for a bit?
It's not ideal, no, but, erm...it'll sort itself out.
But it's exciting news for Jocelyn, though.
You must feel proud.
Yeah. Yeah. She's a...pretty special sister.
I know how much she means to you.
I'll get some more drinks, hm?
Philippe? Four more beers, please.
It's bittersweet, no?
Saying goodbye but knowing it's for the right reason.
Selwyn?
Everything OK?
Hm?
I'd feel better about all this
if Marlon didn't have to give up his job as a police officer.
But there'll be an opening soon enough over there.
But what if there isn't?
We both know what life is like when you step away from something
and responsibilities take over.
You can...start to drift...
..forget what it was you wanted to do in the world,
who it was you wanted to be.
He's worked so hard to get himself on the right path in life.
Is there no-one you can call in Jamaica?
I've spoken to the Police Commissioner over there
but he's a busy man
and has no interest in recruiting an officer he has no budget to pay for.
I can't see what else I can do.
- Cheers. - Cheers!
- To new beginnings. - Yeah, new beginnings.
Morning, Inspector.
You seem to be enjoying yourself there.
Yeah, I was just, er, texting Chloe.
Chloe?
Sunset Chaser, as was.
Ah!
Your admirer from afar. Yeah.
So, you've got an actual name for her now?
Yeah, and a locale and a job.
She's a solicitor based in Leeds.
And you two are getting on now, then?
Like a house on fire.
We were up till midnight last night exchanging text messages.
She's a quizzer, like me, so, we had a bit of a back-and-forth
about our toughest pub quiz questions.
That sounds a hoot. Yeah.
So, erm, now you know each other better,
are you going to ask her for a little piccy?
Already done it. Ah.
Ah!
Yeah.
Ah! Hey, Marlon, Hoagie.
Ah, morning, Darlene, Inspector.
What is that smell?!
Oh, erm, Hoagie's perch may need cleaning, sir.
I popped in overnight to feed him.
And if I were you, I would do it sooner rather than later
cos that smell will just keep on getting worse!
So, from what I've read...
..you're thinking Booker's a suspect?
Yeah, there's definitely something he's not admitting to us.
What's your take on him?
Oh, he's loyal to Ray.
They ran a tight unit.
Never any animosity between them?
Not that I'm aware of, but that was three years ago, sir.
Mm.
Inspector? We just heard back from the court.
They've granted a search warrant.
OK. Why don't you two head over to Booker's apartment and make a start?
Hello! Morning, Sarge. Morning. Hello, pretty boy.
Morning, Inspector. Er, hi!
So...
..I think we've got a possible second suspect.
Oh, yeah?
Ray Saunders's cleaner got in touch.
A couple of days before he was killed,
she said a man turned up threatening Ray,
pushing and shoving him.
The man was furious, demanding Ray pays him what he owes or else.
Did the cleaner know who the man was?
Ray's son, Max Saunders.
You owe me. Do you understand? Give me my money. Give me my money!
I thought he was in prison.
I heard back this morning that he got released a week ago.
His probation officer is on his way over to meet with him. Huh.
I don't know what you want me to say.
Yeah, I went to his house and threatened him.
And, yes, things got a bit physical.
And, between you and me, I wish I'd got a bit more physical with him.
But it weren't me who killed him.
Why were you so angry with him?
He owed you money, we heard.
Then you heard right.
But he refused to pay?
I am not going to give you any money. That's it!
You're going to regret this.
What did you mean when you said, "You're going to regret this"?
That was an implicit threat?
Pretty bloody explicit, I'd say.
Did you mean you wanted to kill him?
I don't know.
Possibly.
You admit that you wanted to kill him.
I'm just being honest with you.
Why did he owe you money?
That's between me and him.
Mr Saunders, are you aware that,
by admitting that you wanted to kill your father,
you're making yourself a very strong suspect?
I don't care, cos I know I didn't do it and I can prove it.
How?
What time did you say it happened, darling?
Huh. Between 6 and 6.30.
Yeah, well, I was here, and I've got a witness.
My probation officer.
He turned up on the dot of six, left not long before seven.
Ask him. We will.
We done, then?
For now. See yourselves out.
He confirms he arrived here and met Max at six o'clock,
stayed for about 50 minutes, then, he left.
So, he can't have done it.
Nope.
Even though he's shown no hint of sorrow at his father's death,
even going as far as admitting that he wanted to kill him.
Max Saunders is not our killer.
All right, let's check in with Darlene,
see how they're getting on searching Booker's apartment.
We've just finished searching
the inside of Booker's apartment, Inspector.
There's no sign of a gun.
We're just checking outside.
Y'all done?
Yeah, we're done.
My DI thinks there's something you aren't telling us,
and he's usually right about these things.
Booker, I know me and you weren't best buddies,
but you can speak to me, you know?
Let's go.
Darlene, get me the crowbar, please. OK.
The one place we didn't look.
Phew! Oh, my...
Well, would you look what we have here!
Hm! You know what's in this, right? Hm!
Hey, Booker! Stop!
You take the other way. Right. Wait, Booker!
Booker, stop.
Come back, Booker. Stop!
Booker, wait! Booker!
Well, feel free to disagree
but I'd say things aren't looking good for Booker StJean.
Seconded.
Mm. Any sign of the hoodie he was wearing that night? Uh-uh.
There's something sticky on the gun. And the gloves, as well.
Was there something in the bag leaked?
No.
Maybe the lab can work out what that is.
All right, so, I put out an all-ports warning for Booker.
I've also told his neighbours to let us know if he returns, but...huh.
I've also tried his phone. It must be turned off. I'll keep trying.
Well, if Booker StJean did kill Ray Saunders,
then, there has to be a reason.
Did you guys find anything at his flat that might explain it?
No signs of money being owed or threats being made.
The neighbour even saw Ray coming and going a few times recently.
He said there was never a cross word between them.
I can ask my old crew, see if they heard anything. Yeah, good idea.
Inspector?
I've just been speaking with the governor at the Guadeloupe prison,
and he shed some light on why
Max Saunders came out angry with his father.
Max is out?
Yeah. Er, about a week ago. We've just been to interview him.
Do you have any idea why he was angry at his dad?
Three years ago, Max was caught with two kilos of cocaine
by the Guadeloupe border force.
Apparently, he was doing a pick-up for his father.
I didn't get the impression Ray Saunders was a drug dealer.
He was just dipping his toe but got badly burned.
The whole pirate DVD market was crashing, so, he had to find
another source of income. He turned to dealing drugs?
And when Max was caught, he took the fall for his father.
So, that's why he was expecting payment,
for not informing on his dad.
Max was a bit of a hothead, acts before he thinks,
so, I'm not surprised he'd come out and want to confront his father.
OK, so, we've got Max Saunders steeped in motive,
but all the physical evidence proves
he can't possibly have committed the murder.
Because he has a watertight alibi.
And then, there's Booker StJean who had means and opportunity
but, so far, not one whiff of a motive.
So, if it was him, how did he do it?
And if it was him, why did he do it?
And, to compound everything,
we actually have a witness to the murder
who, ironically, is unable to speak.
Oh, no, Hoagie can speak, sir. I've heard him.
Maybe he could tell us who the killer is.
Well, he can only say what he's heard Ray say, so...
Can you speak?
Huh? Who's a pretty boy?
Did you see anything?
Hm? Who's a pretty boy?
Do you know who killed Ray Saunders?
Night, Darlene.
See you in the morning, Sarge.
Night, Inspector!
Night, guys. Night.
Er, night, guys.
Darlene, listen, I'll lock up. It looks like I'm going to be spending
the evening cleaning up Hoagie's droppings, anyway.
You really are living your best life, aren't you, Inspector? Yeah!
Is...everything OK?
Er, yeah, it's just Chloe's gone rather quiet
since I asked her to send a photo of herself.
Ah.
Not a word since, to be honest.
You know what I think? What?
Just give the girl a chance!
Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
Enjoy your parrot poo, Inspector.
Night, Darlene. Night!
And then, you've just got to find the common denominator.
The common de-what?
Marlon! I've already explained it to you. You're so annoying.
Oh, hey, Sarge.
Hey, Jocelyn. I got these for you and your mum.
Congratulations on your scholarship.
I guess I'm the brains of this family.
Do you want to watch some telly before you go to bed? Thank you.
Don't mind me dropping by?
I managed to get my hands on the last two Hummingbird cupcakes
from the bakery.
Then, I definitely do not mind you dropping by. Want a beer?
Yeah. All right.
So, er, is there a reason for dropping by?
Er, yes.
I just...
wanted to let you know that...
..I'm really going to miss you.
Like, properly miss you.
Yeah. Yeah, you, too.
So, how are you feeling about it all?
Fresh start, new challenge.
It'll be good for me. Right?
But...not as a police officer?
Yeah, a position will open up soon.
I'll just have to wait, I guess.
And if it doesn't?
Will you be OK with that?
You can be honest with me, Marlon.
You know that, right?
If it's bothering you, you can tell me.
You see, this afternoon, at the station, we were talking
about Max Saunders getting arrested for smuggling drugs.
That could have been me. Literally. How?
Ray asked me to do the pick-up in Guadeloupe first.
And even though I hadn't done anything like that in my life
and I kind of swore I would never, I was seriously considering it,
because I could do with the money.
But you didn't do it.
Before I could give Ray an answer, he told me Max was going instead,
so...fate intervened.
And not long after that,
the Commissioner offered me the trainee police officer gig, and...
You haven't looked back since.
Not until today.
It made me realise how close I was
from going down a very different path in life.
That could have been me in jail for three years.
But it wasn't.
Naomi...this job...
..being a police officer...
...it saved me. You know?
I've become a person I never thought I would.
And I'm proud of myself!
I never thought I'd ever feel that way.
And I know it might sound selfish,
and I want to do good by Jocelyn, but...
I don't want to give it up.
I don't want to not be a police officer.
It's who I am.
Marlon! The TV's playing up again!
I'd better go in now.
# As long as you need me
# I'll be there... #
Commissioner, it's DS Thomas.
I'm sorry to bother you, but...
..I just wanted to see if there's anything more we could do
to find Marlon some police work in Jamaica.
Believe me, I share your concern for Officer Pryce,
but I think the best thing you can do
is to focus your attention on the murder investigation.
Yes, sir.
Commissioner?
It's very good to see you, sir.
And you, Sergeant Hooper.
Boop! And you.
I really do appreciate you agreeing to help with this situation.
Ah, any time, sir. I'm just happy to do my bit. Especially for Marlon.
Right, then. Shall we go get him a job?
Let's go do it!
Oh, you look so smart!
All right, we'll see him there shortly. Thanks.
Hey. What's the latest?
Well, no word on Booker's whereabouts.
Darlene's going round the harbours and marinas, putting them on alert.
But the good news is Marlon's been speaking to a few of his associates.
And I got some pretty juicy intel.
It turns out it was not an accident that border police
caught Max Saunders with two kilos of cocaine three years ago.
Someone tipped them off? Yep.
Who?
His own dad.
Ray set Max up?
Tension had risen between them two.
Max wanted his dad out of the way
so he could continue the family business on his own.
But Ray was one step ahead, beat him to it.
Exactly.
But can we be sure Max knew it was his father who double-crossed him?
Final piece of the puzzle -
Ray Saunders's network provider emailed over
his deleted voicemail messages from the last two weeks.
This was found on Ray's answerphone the morning of the murder.
This is it, Dad. No more warnings.
You don't do what you did to me without there being consequences.
You betrayed me. And I am coming for you.
Well? Well, it's pretty damning.
You're clearly threatening revenge,
and later that day your father was murdered.
Coincidences can happen, you know.
Mr Saunders, when you said, "You don't do what you did to me"...
..what exactly were you referring to? You tell me.
OK... We think it's the fact that your father set you up,
tipped off the border police in Guadeloupe.
Put you away for three years.
That's what you think, is it?
Yeah, it is what we think.
Well, you're entitled to your opinion, aren't you?
But you're not actually denying it?
Are you really, seriously telling me that you didn't shoot your father,
despite all the evidence proving you were intent on revenge?
Inspector, I am really, seriously telling you it wasn't me.
And when you talk about all this evidence,
let's not forget my alibi, because that's evidence -
evidence that proves I was nowhere near my father when he was shot.
Beer?
I don't know whether I'm coming or going with this case.
An hour ago, I was convinced Max Saunders was the killer.
Now, after that bizarre interview, I fully believe he's innocent.
It just feels like it's too easy for it to have been him.
It's like he's got too much motive.
Unless...it's a double bluff?
Then, there's also his alibi.
His own probation officer was with him at the time of the murder.
Can't ask for a more reliable witness.
Then, we focus back into Booker StJean.
He has no alibi.
We found what we believe is the weapon at his house
and he's on the run.
I mean, you don't get more guilty-looking than that.
Yeah, but he has no motive.
Even Marlon's old associates drew a blank when he asked around.
They couldn't think of a single reason
Booker would shoot Ray Saunders.
Then...we just keep digging.
It's like you said, Inspector, if he did it, there has to be a reason.
Yeah.
What?
Look here, I always try to play fair.
That's why I'm calling you now,
to let you know I'm going to the police.
I'm...I'm going to confess.
All right.
I appreciate all your help.
Inspector, I've just been working through Ray's finances,
and he really seemed to get himself in a mess.
The savings he had... have disappeared.
Hm!
He has an overdraft that makes me want to cry,
and the bank have taken action to repossess his house.
It all seemed to start going wrong for him about three years ago.
That's around the same time Ray sabotaged Max's drug pick-up.
Yeah, I assume he took a financial hit on that.
When he tipped off the border police,
he must have known he wasn't going to get his drugs or money back.
From what I heard, he was pretty stubborn about the whole thing.
He was so set on taking Max down,
he didn't really care about the financial loss.
Just saw it as collateral damage.
That's why he got into all the meditating and spiritual stuff,
to find some peace with what he did.
Inspector?
Just heard back from the lab
on the items we found outside of Booker's apartment block.
The gun definitely fired the bullets we found at the scene.
There was also gunshot residue all over the gloves.
And the lab analysed the sticky substance.
They say it's glucose.
Plus, no-one else's prints or DNA is on either item, apart from Booker's.
Then, it must be him. He had to have done it.
Honore Police.
Yeah. We're on our way.
Sir?
The witness that called it in said he saw an orange car speeding off.
We've got an index number.
The car was reported stolen earlier today.
So, we're supposed to believe it's a coincidence that a stolen car
was involved in a hit-and-run with a suspect in a murder case?
Inspector, do you mind if I try and speak with him?
Booker, we know someone did this on purpose.
You can trust me.
Just tell us who did this to you.
I don't know.
There's been a few calls between them since the murder.
It was Max Saunders who did this to you, wasn't it?
I didn't see anything.
If Max did this to Booker to send him a warning message, why?
Maybe...Booker and Max are in on this together.
No. No, I really cannot see Booker and Max joining forces.
Hey, it's getting late. We've all had a lot to deal with today.
Why don't you guys all get off home? I'll lock up here.
Er, Hoagie will probably need feeding,
so, I'll come and give you a hand. All right. Later.
Night, guys. Night.
Here you go, Hoagie.
No?
Do you think I should be giving him more than just these biscuits?
There's something going on between the both of you.
What is it?
Oh!
You know what, Marlon? In the three years since I've known you,
you have become a frighteningly good police officer,
and no more so than during this case.
Considering you had a connection to the victim,
considering you were attacked by one of the suspects,
you've never let it cloud your judgment.
Throughout, you've stayed diligent, focused, composed.
So, basically, everything I never used to be, right?
No, I'm just saying that...
if this is how far you've come in just three years...
I reckon we're going to be working late tonight.
Fancy a beer?
Yeah, why not?
OK.
What about you, Hoagie? Fancy a beer?
Fancy a cocktail? Fancy a cocktail?
Did he just say, "Fancy a cocktail"?
Fancy a cocktail?
Wait...Hoagie can speak.
Well, he can only say what he's heard Ray say.
That's what Hoagie just said.
He's only saying that because he would have heard Ray saying that.
Right.
And Ray loved a sundowner. He was always making cocktails.
I reckon it's officially sundowner o'clock, Hoagie.
What do you say, old boy?
What's your point?
Well, it's what's not there, sir,
considering he was always making cocktails.
Marlon - you're a genius.
It's been right there in front of us the whole time. Except it wasn't.
But we didn't notice that it wasn't.
So, if it was him, how did he do it?
And if it was him, why did he do it?
The gun definitely fired the bullets we found at the scene.
- There's something sticky on the gun. - And the gloves, as well.
It just feels like it's too easy for it to have been him.
It's like he's got too much motive.
I've just been working through Ray's finances,
and he really seemed to get himself in a mess.
That's it.
You know who killed Ray?
Yes, I do.
But, to confirm it, we need to revisit Booker's apartment.
I want to have a look inside his kitchen cupboards. Of course you do.
Me and the Inspector worked out what happened the night of Ray's murder,
which means I know you were there - and you knocked me out. Right?
But...we also know it wasn't you who murdered Ray.
It was Max. Wasn't it?
Booker, to reassure you, I have officers on the way
to arrest Max Saunders as we speak.
Also...
..if it makes things easier,
why don't Marlon and I talk you through
what we think happened that night,
and then, you can just confirm whether it's right, OK?
We now realise that when I arrived at Ray's villa that night,
he wasn't actually dead.
It was just staged to seem that way...
..because you were helping him fake his own death.
We found traces of glucose on the gun and gloves we recovered.
Clearly, something had leaked on to them.
That something turned out to be fake blood.
We searched your apartment again this morning.
We found these -
a Halloween favourite in homes across the world.
Corn syrup and red food dye.
Add a little bit of water,
and you've got a pretty convincing imitation blood.
Now, that, combined with the bullet that you fired into the glass doors,
that completed the illusion that Ray had been shot.
Ray phoned me claiming to be hurt.
Can you help me, please, Marlon...?
So, when I arrived, I didn't think for a minute
that what I was seeing was not a real murder scene.
I assume the plan, once Marlon had been knocked unconscious by you,
was for Ray to disappear into the night.
He had a boat moored,
some cash he had scrambled together stashed there,
and he was going to go to another island, and I...
I was going to join him once the heat had died down.
And, with Ray presumed dead, all his debts would be cleared, right?
A clean start. No money problems. That's all Ray wanted.
The intention being that, when Marlon regained consciousness,
he, and we, would assume the killer had just disposed of the body
to cover his tracks, to confuse the police.
That's why Ray specifically phoned Marlon that night.
You wanted a police officer there to witness Ray's seemingly dead body.
That way, his word wouldn't be questioned.
It would be accepted that Ray was dead.
And, to put the cherry on the cake,
you already had a potential suspect waiting in the wings.
The plan was to plant the gun at Max's guest house, seal the deal.
But... Something went very wrong.
I heard a shot five minutes after I knocked you out.
And when I came back, I see Ray in the exact same position, but...
this time, he's dead for real.
I see Max running and I knew straight away what he did.
Somehow he figured out what we were planning and him just...
We assumed that Ray had been shot somewhere between 6 and 6.30,
during which time Max was with his probation officer.
But, in actual fact, Ray was shot after Marlon had found his body,
just before seven o'clock.
It's been hard for me these last few days,
pretending as if I didn't know the truth,
pretending as if I didn't care.
Ray was a good man, despite what oono might think about him.
He look after me.
I know that, Booker.
He looked after me, too.
How you figure it out?
It was Hoagie.
He gave us some vital information.
He repeated something that Ray must have said.
Fancy a cocktail?
"Fancy a cocktail?"
When we searched the villa that night,
there was no cocktail shaker on the bar.
But Ray had made himself a cocktail that evening,
so...where was it?
Max had taken it
because that is where the bullet that he killed Ray with was lodged.
There was one bullet found at that crime scene.
The one that you fired into the glass door.
That's why all the physical evidence pointed at you.
One gun, one bullet, one bullet wound.
Now, we don't know where
but Max must have hid his own gun and the cocktail shaker.
It's Naomi. She must have made the arrest.
Hey, Naomi.
Inspector, we've got a problem.
Max Saunders has absconded. We don't know where he is.
Max is on the run, but we have no idea where he's gone. Booker?
Wait, you said Ray had a boat he was going to take to another island.
Would Max know where it is? He must do.
There's a place down the track from where you found me.
That's where I lay low for the night.
That's where Ray's boat is. Let's go.
There he is! Quick!
Max! Max!
Max, stop!
Get off me! I'm drowning!
It's, like, two inches deep. Relax. Get up.
Marlon, you good?
Max Saunders, I'm arresting you for the murder of Ray Saunders.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
things which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be taken as evidence.
Darlene? Could you give him a hand?
Naomi, we should get these to the lab. OK.
This way.
Come on! Sir?
Are you OK?
Yeah. It's just, erm...
..I'm going to miss all this.
Marlon? That was the Commissioner.
He says after we've finished processing the arrest,
he wants us to join him at Catherine's Bar.
He's got a surprise for you.
Hm! I'd better get changed.
Good evening, Commissioner. Good evening, Inspector.
Congratulations on solving the case.
It sounded particularly challenging.
Yeah. Yeah, it was a tough one
but we all pulled together to get it done.
None more so than Marlon.
I honestly think we wouldn't have cracked it without him.
So, Commissioner, what's this surprise you're talking about, hm?
Turn around and you'll see.
JP! What are you doing here?
I'm here to see you! What?! Ha!
Good to see you, man! Yeah, man.
Inspector! You're looking very well, sir.
You too, JP. Good to see you. You too.
Oh, and a couple of new faces. This is DS Naomi Thomas.
It's good to finally meet you. He never stops talking about you.
No, that's not... She's exaggerating.
And Darlene of course I know.
A fully qualified officer now. Congratulations.
Ah, if you'll excuse me, I'll go and get us some more drinks
and leave Sergeant Hooper to fill you in
on the next part of the surprise.
"The next part of the surprise"?
So, come on, what is it?
You and Rosey aren't having any more babies?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Well, not as much as I'm aware.
I really hope not, man. Like, having twins is...
Go on, then. What's the news?
So, the Commissioner told me how you're moving to Jamaica,
and currently there's no jobs going over there with the police.
Not yet, no. So, he and I paid the Superintendent over there a visit.
We had a little chat, and, er...
I told him that you are a great officer...
..and what a shame that it would be
if the first trainee on our scheme was to just fall by the wayside.
I really hope this is going where I think it's going.
To cut a long story short, Marlon,
there is a job waiting for you in Jamaica as soon as you land.
Wow.
Thank you, JP. No, man. Any time, Marlon.
But, to be honest with you,
none of this would have happened if it wasn't for him.
You feel happier now, yes?
It needed fixing.
I want you to know that...
I mean it when I say it, sir...
..thank you.
OK.
No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
How about a hug, sir?
Hm... Yeah. Come on.
Yeah, there we go. That's nice.
So, erm, still no word from Chloe?
Er, no.
I, erm, guess maybe Marlon was right and she was...
hiding something from me.
Oh, who's that?
No way!
You know the woman?
Er, yeah. Yeah, I...I do. Well, I did.
That's my ex, Zoe.
Wait. So we can all get the facts, when exactly were you two an item?
We broke up just before I came out here.
We haven't spoken a word since. Must be nearly four years ago.
What's going on?
The Inspector's ex-girlfriend from Manchester just turned up,
totally out of the blue.
I'm going to miss that dude, man. It's always nonstop entertainment.
Hi, Zoe. Hello, Neville.
It's been a while, right? Yeah.
Yeah, been a long time. Erm...
Er...
obvious question, but...
..what are you doing here? I'm...so sorry to just turn up like this.
It's, erm... it's a funny old thing, really,
and you're probably going to think it's a bit mad, but...
..only...
...I'm her.
Who?
Sunset Chaser. Chloe.
It's me.
Oh, the club card! I'll see you down there.
Cora Blyth was knifed in the heart
in a moving lift in 15 seconds. But how did they even get into the lift?
Did you have something to do with what happened? Course not!
What do we know about the Blyths? She was my mum, OK?
I'd never hurt her. Not for money, not for anything.
Why would I destroy this family?
You have a hot date tonight.
It's about time we both deserved some happiness.
Ready to welcome our new colleague?
Ready or not, here he comes!