It is Friday. It's 5:52pm
and it is the end of the first week with my new clients,
Alasdair and Margot Hartnell.
They say that coming here
is the last roll of the dice for them.
They had been on the cusp of getting a divorce.
Walk forward. Turn right. Turn right!
Turn left. No, no, wait.
No, sorry, that's my bad.
SHE GRUNTS
For God's sake, Alasdair!
Love has been replaced by hostility. SHE SIGHS
You're useless at this.
- That's enough! - Sorry, darling.
- All trust has gone... - ..sake!
Sorry. Sorry.
It's OK, it's OK.
..compounded by the fact that they seem unable
to communicate in a meaningful and a reciprocal way.
I feel unheard...
..when I talk to you about how I'm feeling.
Well, often, when you do want to talk,
I've got work on my mind and...
..that's important too.
So it's just a case of bad timing, that's all.
Their marriage doesn't make sense to them any more.
Over the course of the coming weeks,
I'd like to see if we can retrace the steps
that led to this situation,
see if we can work out how they got here.
Next, we have Luke and Stacey Warber.
I believe the fault lines don't run as deep with them.
I'm grateful for how patient you are,
and that you're here with me now, doing this...
..cos...
..I know I'm not giving you what you need.
That's so sweet, babe.
On the surface, they have a loving marriage, but...
Now can we try taking each other's hands, please,
and maintaining that same eye contact.
..by their own admission,
there are significant intimacy issues.
Why can't you do this?
Um... Er...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Sorry, can we take five?
It's OK. Of course.
It's OK, Luke.
Take your time.
- I mean... - It's OK.
It's all part of the process.
It's Friday. It's the beginning of the weekend now,
but Monday will be a big day.
I have exciting plans.
I think that there could be a real breakthrough.
Hello.
Darling.
The wine's good.
- This looks nice, doesn't it? - Yes.
Hi, everyone. Hi.
I just wanted to say thank you very much
for all your hard work and your commitment this week.
You should be very proud of yourselves.
There's more for us to do next week,
but for now, enjoy your evening.
- Thank you. - Thank you. - Thank you.
Right, bon appetit!
- Cheers, everyone. - Cheers.
Cheers.
I just feel like every single thing I say is wrong.
Every word, every utterance -
she pounces on it like a wild animal.
Yeah. She certainly has a way with her words, your missus.
Hmph!
Hey?
- I thought you'd never ask. - It's only duty-free.
ALASDAIR CHUCKLES
That's Keira's stuff.
Can't still be swimming, can she?
My ex wanted me to try that kind of thing.
Couples therapy.
Not my cup of tea.
You don't think it could be good for a relationship?
Opening up more and sharing with each other?
Nah.
Ah, crime scene.
Inspector, um, I don't think you should wear that to the crime scene.
Why not?
Because it's got "I heart Saint Marie"
on the front of it.
Hmm?
Still haven't gotten your clothes back, then?
I must have left 50 messages with Solomon.
This is the only shirt he didn't take.
But I've got a mate from the Met to call in a favour,
and I've got him to triangulate his phone for me.
Ah. That's a very good use of their resources.
Hey, listen.
He stole from me, and that is a crime.
Inspector, I just think you should take the hat off.
Yeah, all right.
The victim is Keira Mayhew.
42 years old.
Fully qualified clinical therapist.
Ran a couples retreat here.
Cause of death looks like a drowning.
Went for a swim at seven o'clock yesterday evening,
and at nine o'clock two fishermen
came across a body about 100 metres out,
directly opposite this spot.
They watched over the body until the paramedics arrived.
Who else was here last night?
About six people in total.
Four residents, two staff - the chef and the waitress.
There's some bruising around her neck and shoulders.
Looks like finger marks.
Paramedics say they're recent - more likely from someone
forcing her down under the water.
They reckon it's murder. That's why they called us.
So, what, she swam out to sea,
and somebody was with her and did this?
Or maybe somebody was waiting for her out there on a boat.
Inspector, what would you say if I told you
I just found a bingo ball at the crime scene?
I'd say, "Have you actually found a bingo ball at the crime scene?"
And I would say yes.
Yes, I did find a bingo ball at the crime scene.
13.
Unlucky for some.
I mean, it probably doesn't have much to do
with Keira Mayhew's murder, though, right?
We don't know yet. Let's bag it.
- Mm-hm. - Oh, OK.
The bingo ball's officially evidence now.
- Bagging the bingo ball. - All right.
Sergeant Fletcher, you talk to the staff.
Officer Rose,
see if there's any security cameras in the place.
And DS Thomas, let's talk to the guests.
Oh, I'll keep hold of that.
I'm sorry, did you just say murder?
I thought it was an accident?
Well, it wasn't. So we need to ask you where you all were
between the hours of seven and nine last night.
Are you saying we're suspects?
When did you last see Keira Mayhew?
Before dinner. We were having some aperitifs
and she came and told us to have a nice night.
Enjoy your evening.
Thank you.
What time was that?
Just before seven. She went for a swim,
and didn't see her again until she was...
..was, um..
SHE TUTS
Dead?
Just say it!
And was that a regular thing,
her going for a swim at that time?
Seemed to be. Like, most evenings.
Keira said it was her own therapy -
getting into the sea after a long day.
She found it, uh, restorative.
And during the two hours between you seeing her
and her body being found, you were...?
We were all together, having dinner.
Look, it wasn't one of us, OK?
Nobody told us that we were going to be grilled like this.
None of us have even been to bed.
And I took a sleeping pill.
HE MOUTHS
Don't apologise for me, Alasdair.
You know I hate it when you do that.
Sorry, dear.
And don't call me "dear" either.
No, of course not. Sorry. Forgot.
OK. Well, if you think of anything, let us know.
God help us.
I spoke with the staff,
who can alibi each other for the time of the murder.
They were preparing dinner between seven and nine.
You think he listening?
- I'm listening! - Just checking, sir.
What did they say about the victim?
Well, that she was a decent boss.
Always paid them on time, was friendly.
Any idea who'd want to harm her?
No. They reckon she didn't really know anyone here.
Never saw her go out much.
Kept herself to herself.
I checked her phone.
All her texts and all her emails - work-related,
apart from her mum back in England.
How's she doing?
Not great. We said we'd speak tomorrow,
when she might be a little bit calmer.
I found this.
Date and time is yesterday...
..5:52 in the afternoon.
That's just over an hour before her swim.
CASSETTE REWINDS
RECORDER STOPS AND PLAYS
It's the weekend now,
but Monday will be a big day. I have exciting plans,
and I think that there could be a real breakthrough.
My instinct on this is that a lie is being told.
If I can draw out the truth...
..the fallout would be truly devastating.
RECORDER STOPS
And only a couple of hours later, she's been murdered.
You're thinking one of the guests here did it?
I'm thinking maybe one of them did.
On one hand,
all the four guests were having dinner together
at the time of Keira Mayhew's murder.
Now look.
There are only two cameras in the resort.
Just before seven o'clock, Keira Mayhew goes for a swim.
But on the other hand,
all the guests leave the table once during the evening.
So, in theory, it could have been any one of them.
All right...
Here. At 18 minutes past seven,
Mr Hartnell go to his bedroom to get his glasses.
And then here,
7:46, Stacey Warber goes to the bathroom
to check her make-up.
And at 8:03, Mrs Hartnell goes to grab her shawl.
And after that, at 8:30,
Luke Warber goes to his bedroom to get a bottle of rum.
So, each of them had opportunity
to kill the victim during the dinner?
Except, on the other OTHER hand,
no-one leaves the table for more than two to three minutes,
and they all return dry as a bone.
OK, so how did one of them manage to leave the dinner table,
run down to the beach,
get themself somehow out to sea 100 metres,
drown Keira Mayhew...
Then come all the way back, dry off,
before returning to the table in less than a few minutes?
Well...
..that's just not possible.
HE SIGHS
All right, Sebastian, I'll read the victim's notebook.
You make a start listening to these tapes.
Focus on the ones recorded since the four suspects arrived.
Hmph! These tapes are teeny-tiny.
Look.
They make me look like a giant.
- Says the giant. - Hmph.
So, printed the victim's schedule the day of her murder.
Trust exercises in the morning. Sounds fun.
Lunch, followed by one-to-one sessions in the afternoon
with Stacey Warber, then Alasdair Hartnell.
Inspector.
I came to check in on the murder case.
The Minister gets nervous when one of our resorts is hit by a crime.
I'd like to reassure her it's in hand.
Yes, sir.
We're currently working on the basis
that one of the four residents did it.
We just need to work out which one it was.
And how they did it.
And why.
So, pretty much everything.
Well...
You look smart, sir. Going somewhere nice?
Yacht club.
- Lobster night. - Ah!
Lobster night, eh?
That's why you're looking so snappy.
You know, snappy.
Like claws.
- No, no, no. - Lobster claws.
I get the joke, Inspector.
I just didn't find it very funny.
LAUGHTER
Enjoy your evenings.
You too, sir.
Snappy - like claws, you know?
PHONE VIBRATES
Oh, I need to get this.
Hello, mate.
Excuse me, Commissioner.
Anton Busette.
- How long has it been since we last...? - Crossed paths?
Or were you going to say crossed swords?
I hadn't decided before you cut me off.
How can I help you, Mr Busette?
Anton, please.
We're going to publish an article about you, Commissioner,
and I want to give you the right to respond.
Here is a draft copy of the piece.
Let me know when you're ready to talk.
ANTON CHUCKLES
Inspector!
That was your contact at the Met, wasn't it?
You know where Solomon is?
Palm Beach Hotel.
I'm coming with you.
- Wow, that's amazing. - What's it like?
It's something I could easily live without,
but once you have your own private jet,
it's hard to give that up, you know?
I love it!
Ladies, here's to a fun night, right?
SOLOMON CHUCKLES
Solomon!
HE SPLUTTERS
Mervin!
Oh, fancy seeing you here, man!
Was just talking about you.
Come, come, come, come, come.
Meet Tashelle and Tashana.
This is my brother, would you believe?
Mervin...
We're half-brothers. Where's my stuff?
You stole from me, and I want my things back.
I never stole anything. He gets confused sometimes.
Had a bump to his head a few years back and...
Solomon! I'm not joking around.
You get me my things now, or I arrest you.
It's your choice.
OK, man.
I understand.
Let me just...
Help!
Sir... Sir, are you OK?!
I'm fine. Go and get him!
Now you can add assaulting a police officer
to theft and breaking and entering!
Mervin... My brother, please don't do this to me.
I'm sorry, all right?
I just...
I really needed the money.
I'm in debt,
and it's to the kind of person you don't much want to be in debt to.
I'm sorry I let you down.
I just...
I didn't know what else to do.
I just need my stuff back, Sol.
24 hours.
Otherwise I'm pressing charges.
Do you understand?
Appreciate it, man.
So, we dusted the bingo ball for prints, sir,
like you requested, but got nothing from it.
Ah. Oh, well. Worth a try, eh?
Right, what else have we got?
We've done background on both couples.
The Hartnells live in Islington in London.
He's a barrister.
She runs a luxury interior design business.
Ah, very Islington.
They did a brief spell of grief counselling
with another therapist shortly after their daughter died.
She was only 17.
Seems their marriage has been struggling ever since.
What about the Warbers?
Also live in London.
Luke works in finance. Earns well.
Has been married to Stacey for three years.
I've been reading the victim's notes on both couples.
She records a lot after her sessions with them,
especially on the Dictaphone.
But it's OK.
Officer Rose is working on it.
Yes!
Yes, I am.
I am totally on top of it, so don't you worry, Inspector.
It seems the Warbers came out here
because they've been having intimacy issues.
It's been 18 months since they were last intimate with each other.
When you say intimate, you mean INTIMATE?
- Yes. - Hmm.
And according to the notes, the issue is entirely on Luke's side.
And in one of their last sessions,
Miss Mayhew got him to admit why he was like this.
Go on.
18 months ago, Luke was unfaithful.
He had a one-night thing.
- Naughty, naughty boy. - Mm-hm.
With him wife's sister!
Cha-cha.
NAOMI GASPS
- Oh, sorry, what?! - Mm-hm.
And ever since, he's been racked with guilt and shame.
Boy! He's been a busy, busy man.
I mean, that explains why he can't do the...business.
Mm-hm. Now,
Keira told him that he needs to confront it,
that he can't ignore it any more.
She was suggesting he tell Stacey?
I think she knew the marriage couldn't move forward
based on a betrayal like that.
MERVIN EXHALES
Is that what Keira Mayhew was referring to when she said...
My instinct on this is that a lie is being told.
So Luke killed her to silence her,
stop the truth coming out?
It's a cliche, isn't it?
Saying something is the biggest mistake of your life?
How did it happen?
I don't know. I just...
People flirt, you know...
..with Stacey.
We go for a night out, and the blokes swarm in.
I mean, you've seen her. She's gorgeous.
She could have anyone, if she wanted.
And what happened with me and Chelle, her sister,
it felt like I was...
..like I was proving myself,
that I've still got it too, you know?
But something in you must have wanted to come clean,
because you admitted it to Keira Mayhew.
I thought she'd help.
In what way?
Absolve me of the guilt, if I opened up.
I think that's a priest you're after.
But all she said was that the marriage couldn't survive
if it was built on a betrayal like that.
She was normally so calm and measured, but with that...
..it really bothered her,
like she wasn't going to let it go.
And that's what worried you,
panicked you - that she would tell Stacey herself,
and then you'd lose your "gorgeous" wife completely?
But you weren't going to let that happen,
and that is why you murdered Keira Mayhew.
No! No.
That's why I've come to you, because I know what it looks like.
But it wasn't me who killed her.
I swear to you.
All right.
That's all for now.
What a moron.
Sir?
Inspector.
Postmortem's in. Confirms what we thought.
Water in the victim's lungs
confirms she died due to drowning.
Finger marks on her shoulders and neck
suggest she was forced under the water.
But how did the killer manage to do it?
To leave from the dinner table here,
run down to the beach,
drown Keira, then get back to the dinner table,
seemingly with not a spot of water on them?
And in just a few minutes?
And how does this figure into all of this?
Why was it at our crime scene?
You do know things get washed up on beaches all the time?
Yeah, but a bingo ball?
Officer Rose.
Officer Rose?
- Officer Rose! - Huh?
Have you made any progress with the tapes yet?
No progress as such. But I assure you,
when I get something, you'll be the first to know.
Inspector, I just spoke with the victim's mum, Sandra.
- Go on. - To this day,
her mum doesn't know why Keira left the UK.
She didn't just want a change of scene?
No. It was totally out of the blue.
Overnight, Keira left her fiance,
announced that she was setting up a practice abroad.
Never even kept in touch with any of her friends.
So it got me thinking,
could Keira Mayhew's murder be connected to something
that happened back in the UK?
Hmm...
Hmm.
Also, sir, Keira's mum spoke with her just before that swim,
while she was heading down to the beach.
CAR HORN BEEPS
And she...
HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY
Officer Rose, see what's going on out there, will you?
HORN CONTINUES BEEPING
Anyway, she said Keira seemed distracted.
Distant, even.
Her mum said it was like she wasn't even present.
Inspector, some big-headed brother in a sports car
is asking for you.
Wh-...
So, you've got my stuff, then?
Not in a physical sense, no.
What's that supposed to mean?
Been a busy day.
Bit of business here, bit of business there.
Always somewhere I got to be in Solomon-land.
But I know who has your things, so...
..jump in, and let's go get them.
So this is where all my stuff is?
Nice.
It's Myrtle Chastenet's place.
You ever come across her?
No, funnily enough.
She's the kind of person you go to
if you have some things to sell that maybe other people
- may be less inclined... - So she fences stolen goods.
It's not for me to put a label on what...
So that's a yes.
We'll have you reunited with your stuff in no time.
She's a very amenable woman.
KNOCKS ON DOOR
Who is it?
Myrtle, it's Solomon Clarke. Remember me?
Got my brother here with me.
It was his stuff I sold you, and...
..we were wondering if we could get it back.
No! Now, clear off!
Myrtle, honey.
Don't you "honey" me, buster!
She's a lot more vexed than I remember her being before.
Myrtle? I'm going to cut to the chase.
You are currently in possession of items illegally taken from my home.
Myrtle?
Think she's thinking about it.
MYRTLE LAUGHS
What the...?
What did she do that for?
What is this stuff?
It's in my eyes. It's burning!
- It's hot sauce. - Ohh...
Why did she pour hot sauce over me?
- I don't know, man. - Argh!
But you've got to admit...
..it's kind of funny.
Myrtle, what are you playing at?!
How much hot sauce has she got? Why has she got so much of it?
I think it's some bootleg thing she's got going on.
And if that's not sent you packing,
then I will set Tiberius on you.
Who's Tiberius?
FIERCE BARKING AND THUMPING
Feels like we've come at a bad time.
Maybe we should come back another day.
They're threatening to publish this article.
Doesn't hold back, does it?
After everything I've done for this island,
this is the thanks I receive?
And the fact that Anton Busette is sharpening the knives
is of no surprise to me.
You and he have history?
Because I have no respect for his gossip-mongering rag.
This isn't journalism.
This is...attention-grabbing rhetoric.
SELWYN SIGHS
What?
This island petitioned to get you your job back,
and you walked away without any explanation,
like you didn't care.
And now, months later,
you come back as if nothing happened.
I do care.
You know that.
But others don't.
All they know is that their Commissioner of Police
abandoned them.
It's up to you to change their minds.
Oh, my eyes won't stop stinging, man!
Tell me about it!
There's some trickled down into my trousers.
Oh...
HE GROANS
I'm telling you, Mervin,
there's hot sauce in places
hot sauce is not supposed to go, Mervin, man!
WATER SPLASHES, SOLOMON WHIMPERS
MERVIN LAUGHS
That's some mighty fiery sauce Myrtle's been cooking up.
Look at us. We're covered in the stuff!
Like a couple of chicken wings.
SOLOMON SIGHS AND SPLUTTERS
- Oh... - Oh...
HE SIGHS
You're a...a liability, Sol.
You know that?
My life has been turned upside down since you came into it.
Yeah, I kind of have that effect.
I can't live like that, man!
I'm a Detective Inspector. Do you understand that?
And I need my clothes back.
And I need to not be chasing around after you.
This is not how I...
MERVIN SIGHS
I'm sorry, man.
HE SIGHS
HE GRUNTS
Oh, hey, Sarge.
You all right there, Usain Bolt?
Yeah, just, um...
Yeah. What are you doing here?
Been having drinks with a friend from Jamaica.
I was just on my way home when I see the lights are on,
and I realise Officer Rose is working late.
"Why is Officer Rose working late?" I'm asking myself.
Yeah... Just, um... Just going through these tapes.
Still... Still on these tapes.
And which one are you on now, then?
Ta-...
Tape number two.
Two? Tape two? Is that all?
I'm sorry, Sarge. It's just every time I start listening,
my mind just wanders somewhere else.
Then I start thinking about other things.
So then I rewind the tape to the beginning,
but then the same thing happens all over again.
It...
HE SIGHS
It's just...
..my brain, you know...
..can get a bit fidgety sometimes.
Like, I know what I'm meant to be doing,
and I intentionally try to do it,
but my mind just does its own thing.
SEB SIGHS
I just want to finish this.
Hmm. All right.
How about we go through this together?
You and me?
You sure, Sarge?
I know if it was me here needing assistance,
you would do exactly the same thing.
Right?
No.
I'm just joking. Of course I would. No question.
SHE SUCKS HER TEETH
So there you go, then.
SEB SIGHS
All right, let's do this thing.
Ah, boy, boy.
Whoo!
So, you have a good time with your friend?
- Oh, it was cool, you know. - Yeah?
Nice to hear all the gossip going on back in Kingston.
Ooh!
You know, you never did tell me why you left Jamaica.
I left...
..cos of a guy I was seeing.
Things got complicated between us,
and, um...
I just realised the best thing that I could do...
..was just to turn and walk away.
Mmm.
Good morning, Isaac.
Good morning.
SELWYN CHUCKLES
- Good morning, Clarence. - Morning.
Ah! How was the catch this morning?
Well, so-so.
So-so? Let me look, let me look. Let me see.
Got two...
OK. I...I want that one there.
That big one.
CONVERSATION FADES
Good morning, Sarge.
- Morning. - Morning.
SEB SIGHS
Inspector?
CLATTERING
I'm in here!
We got your message.
CLATTERING
MERVIN GRUNTS
HE SIGHS
So, I was doing a bit of noseying around the old place,
and, er, bingo!
Literally.
Oh, so that's where it came from?
Yeah. Apparently, this place used to be
a resort for the over-60s.
So this must have been here since then.
OK. So, how do you explain one of those bingo balls
ending up on the same beach as our crime scene?
Well, it didn't magic itself there, did it?
Somebody must have taken it from this,
so we're going to have to dust it for prints.
I could do that for you, sir.
Oh, nice one.
How about you two?
- Have you got something? - So,
the tapes Keira Mayhew recorded over the last week,
there was ten hours of it.
And throughout it all,
when she talks about Alasdair and Margot Hartnell,
she doesn't once mention they lost their daughter.
She was only 17.
Seems their marriage has been struggling ever since.
Which was kind of odd, right?
So we did some digging.
Their daughter Charlotte was killed in a car accident.
A hit-and-run.
But the person who did it was never found.
All that was known was that it was a female driver.
Only, the hit-and-run happened
outside the family home in Islington.
Keira Mayhew's practice was just over a mile away.
Also, it happened on 1st April 2021.
And Keira Mayhew, she moved over here six weeks later.
Is it possible that that's what it was?
Keira was behind the car accident?
That's good work, the pair of you.
Well done. You go and get that dusted,
and we'll go and talk to the Hartnells.
So who's going to hold this, then?
We didn't come here because we suspected Keira Mayhew
was the woman who killed our daughter.
We came in a last-ditch attempt to save our marriage.
Truly, we did.
Then why did you never mention to Miss Mayhew
the fact that you lost your daughter?
By your own admission,
your relationship problems started five years ago.
The same time.
We didn't talk about it with her
because we never talk about it.
It's easier if we don't.
Margot tries, bless her,
or used to, you know, to try to get me to open up, but...
..I just can't bear it.
I don't want to lose her. I want to fix our marriage,
but I can't if I have to churn all that up again.
I'm just not strong enough.
It's all right, my love.
If the Hartnells didn't come here for revenge,
then the question still remains -
why did Keira Mayhew leave London five years ago?
What happened to make her suddenly up sticks and move to
- the other side of the world? - Stacey...
Please give me a call when you get this.
Just...just let me know you're OK.
It's...
It's Stacey.
I think she's had a meltdown.
I haven't seen her since yesterday.
I think she knew.
I think Keira told her about me and her sister.
PHONE VIBRATES
Commissioner? Everything all right?
We'll look into it.
Er...
I saw she was upset, crying, so I went over.
And as soon as she said she was staying at the couples retreat,
I called you.
Couldn't get much from her,
except...she didn't want me to phone her husband.
Hmm. Well, that's hardly surprising.
Uh, sir, um, maybe I should take this one?
Everyone knows, don't they?
Only us.
May I?
Can you tell me when you found out, Mrs Warber?
Thursday night.
I went to get some air on the beach, and Keira was there.
She'd been drinking.
I'd not seen her like that.
She'd always been so composed.
She could hardly stand up,
so I helped her back to her bungalow.
She was sort of rambling,
talking about some guy who had betrayed her back in England
before she moved here,
had been cheating on her.
I got her home and put her on the couch.
And she looked me in the eyes and spoke to me.
- Oh, Stacey... - Like it really mattered.
Don't be like me.
Don't, Stacey.
There was just something in the way she'd said it.
And I knew she'd had a one-to-one session
with Luke that day, and maybe...
..whatever he'd said had, like, triggered her...
..reminded her of her own betrayal. That's why she was drunk.
So when she was asleep, I saw her notebook.
I felt sick.
Couldn't even process it.
Couldn't even breathe.
So I just pretended I didn't know.
Stacey, you've been through a lot in the last couple of days.
If you were in denial,
if Keira was pressing you to confront what you'd found out...
No... No, I didn't.
I admit there was all this pent-up stuff inside me,
but I didn't kill Keira, I swear.
All right.
Well, thank you for talking with me, Mr Shaw.
What did the ex-boyfriend have to say for himself?
The ex-fiance.
The affair he was having had been going on for three whole years
behind Keira's back when she found out.
Wow. That must have floored her.
I mean, her job is to provide relationship advice,
and all the time she was blind to a three-year-long deception.
Explains why she suddenly upped and left for another country.
And why Luke's betrayal triggered her so much.
And why she had one or three over the limit.
But it still doesn't explain
why she was murdered three nights ago.
Inspector, DS Thomas, I think we've got something.
Patrick Campbell, therapist.
Consultation fee, $150.
He's based in Guadeloupe.
Specialises in hypnotherapy.
Keira called him Friday afternoon asking for advice.
He offered to share their conversation
as part of our investigation.
On what?
She said a client of hers,
Margot Hartnell, had just opened up to her
and was struggling with the memory
of an event of her recent past,
cos she had completely blocked it out.
Which, apparently, is not uncommon
for people dealing with traumatic experiences.
And according to Mr Campbell,
it's a pretty unorthodox approach
for Keira to resort to hypnotherapy
so early on in the process,
but she was convinced it was necessary.
So, this forgotten memory,
do we know what it's to do with?
The night their daughter was killed in a hit-and-run five years ago,
Mrs Hartnell does not remember a thing about it.
But ever since,
she's been growing this feeling of guilt, you know?
Like maybe she might have done something bad that night.
Wait. You don't mean...?
All that was known was that it was a female driver.
Mrs Hartnell wanted it all off the record.
That's why there was nothing in her notes or recordings.
Right, we need to talk to Mrs Hartnell
and that therapist. We need him here sharpish.
Come on.
Well, at first, it was just guilt I felt.
Our grief counsellor said it was normal as a parent
to feel a sense of responsibility.
Look, whatever I did five years ago,
I want the truth to come out.
If you think I killed Keira Mayhew
because I wanted to stop that happening, you're wrong.
She arranged for me to have hypnotherapy today.
Well, that can still happen, Mrs Hartnell.
We've arranged for a hypnotherapist to speak with you,
if you feel you're able.
Inspector!
If you wouldn't mind going with Sergeant Fletcher.
Yeah.
I guess all we can do now is wait.
Ah, we're back to the bingo ball.
Inspector. Sarge.
Just got back from dusting off the bingo ball machine for prints.
Unfortunately, nothing.
What's up with the Inspector? Him all right?
NAOMI EXHALES
Inspector! Everything all right, sir?
You got something?
Sir, what are you doing?
It's a little experiment.
Do bingo balls float?
The bingo ball floats.
OK. So, why take it out of the bingo ball cage thingy
and bring it to the sea, to the water's edge?
Was it just to see if it floats?
Or...maybe it's to see where it goes.
In which case...
So how did one of them manage to leave the dinner table,
run down to the beach,
somehow get themself 100 metres out to sea,
drown Keira Mayhew...?
None of them left the table
for more than two to three minutes at a time.
And was that a regular thing,
her going for a swim at that time?
Like, most evenings.
She said Keira seemed distracted.
Of course!
That's why you were there, you little beauty!
Mwah!
MERVIN SPITS
OK, I need to speak to a fisherman,
or an oceanographer-ologist type of person.
Basically, anyone who knows the currents in this bay.
DS Thomas, I need a toxicology report done on Keira Mayhew.
Officer Rose, I need you to collect some evidence from her office.
But you know who did it?
I do. And I know how they managed to drown Keira Mayhew
100 metres out at sea
without even stepping a foot in the water.
Come on!
For those wondering why Margot Hartnell isn't here with us,
it's because she's currently with a hypnotherapist,
doing what she was always supposed to be doing today -
trying to recover a buried memory
of what really happened five years ago,
the night her daughter died.
Why am I telling you this?
Because Margot's therapy sessions
were meant to be conducted by Keira Mayhew,
until somebody tried to stop the truth from coming out...
..by murdering her,
Mr Hartnell.
Me? I... I did no such thing.
Oh? Oh, but you did.
- I know you did. - But how?
I was at dinner when it happened,
on dry bloody land.
Yeah, you were, which is why it was so clever of you.
But now that I've got a better understanding
of what's gone on, I believe you created
a small window of opportunity in which to commit murder.
But not 100 metres out at sea.
You drowned Keira Mayhew
right outside your own bungalow.
Because, from the very start of this case,
we've worked on the assumption that, as Miss Mayhew's body
was discovered 100 metres out at sea
in a straight line from where she swam,
that's where she was drowned.
But what if, actually,
when Miss Mayhew went for her evening dip,
she preferred to swim along the shore,
rather than out from it?
That would mean she'd have to swim past your bungalow
further along the beach,
and that would give you opportunity
to commit murder.
But when? I told you I was at dinner when it happened.
Yeah, we have security camera footage
that shows you leaving the dinner table
to get your glasses
at 18 minutes past seven.
I was gone, what, a couple of minutes?
Three minutes at the most.
You're not seriously suggesting
I was able to physically drown a fit and healthy woman
in that time, without getting soaked in water?
Yeah, sounds impossible, right?
But I don't think Miss Mayhew was as fit and healthy
as she might normally be.
I believe you sedated her.
We know that your wife uses sleeping pills.
None of us have been to bed. And I took a sleeping pill.
And we also know that you were the last person
to have a one-to-one session with Miss Mayhew
that day, at 5pm.
One-to-one sessions in the afternoon
with Stacey Warber, then Alasdair Hartnell.
- Keira... - Excuse me.
And while there...
Hi. Can I help you?
..we believe you spiked her drink
when she wasn't looking.
We didn't believe Keira was drugged,
because the finger marks on her neck suggested
she was held down by force and drowned.
We're awaiting the toxicology report
and results from the glass Keira drank from.
And I have no doubt we'll get confirmation
that there were significant traces of sleeping pills in her system.
And so, while Miss Mayhew was swimming,
she suddenly felt drowsy and swam ashore.
When you returned to your bungalow
under the pretence of getting your glasses,
you ran down to the beach where Miss Mayhew
was lying unconscious on the sand,
and then you did two things.
First, you grabbed her neck and shoulders,
making sure to leave bruises,
so it would look like someone had strangled her
and forced her under the water.
Before moving her into the sea,
for her to be carried away,
making sure that she was face down,
so that, still unconscious,
her lungs would fill with water.
It took less than a minute.
All you had to do now was hurry back to the dinner table,
and leave Keira to drown...
..and let the sea do the rest of the work for you.
We checked with a local oceanologist at the university,
and the current in this bay moves in a north-westerly direction,
which means it would have carried Miss Mayhew's body diagonally,
taking her from your bungalow, here,
to where her body was discovered here.
And with her clothes being left on the beach here,
we'd all assume she swam in a straight line.
Now, you had no idea where the currents would take Keira's body,
so you had to test it first, didn't you?
You went and found this...
..and you threw it into the sea
to observe which route it took, which was conveniently
in a north-westerly direction from your bungalow
directly to where Keira began her nightly swim.
And that's when your plan finally came together.
Keira's body was found still at sea,
not long after she drowned.
But this ball, left overnight, ended up washing up ashore.
And that was your undoing.
But why would he do this to her?
Because he didn't want Keira to help his wife remember.
Remember what?
What he did.
I remember, Alasdair.
I remember all of it.
All the horror of it.
You rushing in and telling me someone had hurt our little girl.
I remember the ambulance and the police...
..and the shock and the pain.
And I remember you coming in...
..and holding me, in tears, shaking.
Both of us heartbroken.
And I remember in that moment...
..the smell of alcohol on your breath.
And I remember coming back inside...
..and seeing you.
I checked the original case file, Mr Hartnell,
and the phone call to the police
in which the hit-and-run driver was described as female
came from an anonymous caller.
That was you, wasn't it,
trying to direct suspicion away from yourself?
HE SIGHS
I would have lost everything.
Alasdair Hartnell,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Keira Mayhew.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
I never want to see you ever again.
Well, well, well. Good evening to you both.
Good evening.
Catherine.
We spoke at Maryanne Edward's charity barbecue, I think?
I don't remember.
I certainly enjoyed our little chat.
SHE FORCES A CHUCKLE
Commissioner, can I get you a rum?
That won't be necessary.
This won't take that long.
Think I'll have one, Catherine, if you wouldn't mind.
I appreciate you giving me an advance copy of the article.
Here is my written statement in response.
ANTON CHUCKLES
Saying...?
I agree with every single word you've written.
Sorry?
After receiving some sage advice
from my good friend here.
As I say in my statement,
it hurt to think that the bond
I had forged with this island had been broken.
But the circumstances were of my own making.
So, I will be the one to fix it.
- And how will you do that? - As of tomorrow,
I will be commencing an initiative with my team,
and with a little help from the island's mayor.
An initiative to strengthen our relationship
with the community.
So, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.
Good evening.
Well...
..he just killed my article, didn't he?
With one single shot.
I think he maybe just has.
Enjoy your evening.
HE GRUNTS
Sorry, mate, that's my hat.
PHONE RINGS
Hey, Sol.
Look, I just got home
and I saw you brought all my stuff back.
Oh, you know, worked the old Solomon Clarke magic.
Yeah, well, I just wanted to say thank you.
Did you have to give Myrtle her money back?
I mean, you're not in debt still, are you?
Ah, don't worry yourself.
Anyway, man, got to get a boat back to Antigua.
Got some business over there that needs attending to.
Course you have.
I mean, there's always something going on
in Solomon-land, right?
You said it.
HE CHUCKLES
Um, look...
CLEARS THROAT
What about us now?
I mean, what do we do next?
I don't know, man.
Like you said, I am trouble.
A detective doesn't need that in his life.
Look, Sol, I didn't mean...
Maybe I shouldn't have said that...
And no disrespect to you, bro,
but...ain't much good to me having a police officer around.
Got a reputation to keep.
Yeah, yeah. No, I totally understand.
Look, man.
We tried this and...
..maybe it just wasn't meant to be, you know?
Look after yourself, brother.
Yeah, you too.
Look, Solomon, I...
CALL DISCONNECTS
Hello, neighbour.
- Quiet morning? - It was.
Henry Ashby.
Moved to Saint Marie ten years ago.
Henry was definitely mixed up in something murky.
The victim's copy of this book was missing from his bookshelf.
So where is it?
I need to reassure you that this island still matters to me.
Why did the detective not bother showing up?
Why was your moped seen outside the victim's villa
up in the hills?
Did you ever catch them, Inspector?
I'd sleep much better knowing you did.
It wasn't me!