Death In Paradise (2011) s08e06 Episode Script

Beyond the Shining Sea Part 2

Listen to me, please.
I know he didn't do this.
We need to do something.
Do you know what's been going on? Then we need to talk.
I'm following Patrice in his car.
We're heading north, out of Belle Mer.
Please, please call me.
Patrice? It's me.
Do you know something about Harrison? METALLIC CLANG GUNSHOT Agh! BANG LABOURED BREATHING Patrice! SHE GROANS SHE GASPS PHONE RINGS BEEP This is Jack Mooney's phone.
Please leave a message after the tone.
SHE SOBS You're quiet, sir.
Me? No, just HE SIGHS Usually, when you solve a case, you get a genuine sense of closure, you know? And you're not feeling that with the Tiana Palmer case? No.
I'm not.
PHONE RINGS It's DS Cassell.
Hey, Sarge.
LABOURED BREATHING Is everything all right? She's hurt.
What? She says she's been shot.
What?! She's what? Where is she? I should've stayed outside.
Waited for you.
No, no, no, no, that's OK, Sarge.
Just tell me where you are, and we'll be straight there.
I don't know.
Followed Patrice.
North.
Can you describe where you are at all? It's empty.
PHONE DROPS Sarge? Sarge! She's not responding.
Did she say where she is? Yeah, she said that she followed Patrice somewhere north.
She said it was empty.
There's a map in the Jeep.
OK.
Florence's voicemail said she overheard Patrice on the phone arranging to meet someone, so she followed him.
Well, this is the only place north of Belle Mer.
It's an old boat yard.
Look, there's Patrice's car.
You two take the back.
But be careful, whoever did this might still be in there.
She said an empty room.
Florence! Oh, no! Florence? Can you hear me? - JP! - Sir? Tell me if you can hear what I'm saying, Florence.
Sir You're going to be all right.
OK.
DISTANT SIRENS Oh! Just stay awake now, Florence.
You're going to be fine.
JP! Did you see who did this to you, Florence? No.
OK, don't worry, just stay with me.
Stay still.
I've got you, Florence.
You're going to be OK.
Just through here.
This way, JP! It looks like a single bullet wound to the stomach.
She's conscious.
How is she, sir? I don't know, JP.
She's alive.
Sir, I think you need to see something.
It'll have to wait, JP.
Sir, it can't wait! Oh, God, no, Patrice! There's bruising to his left temple, so whoever did this hit him.
Do you think this is connected to the Tiana Palmer case? I do, sir, yes.
Harrison Green was arrested just over an hour ago.
Even though he admitted he did it, Patrice here was convinced Harrison was innocent.
Harrison is not a killer.
I've known him all my life.
Florence overheard Patrice on the phone to someone talking about Harrison.
Then we need to talk.
And he arranged to meet whoever it was here.
Yeah, I know it.
20 minutes.
DS Cassell followed him, and The rest you know.
HE SIGHS Sir I checked the last dialled number on Patrice's phone, made an hour ago.
The call Florence heard.
Mm.
It's a landline for the villa on Rosalie Island.
Ewan Boyd's place? Who's Ewan Boyd? Ewan Boyd owns a lucrative financial investment company.
A millionaire many times over.
And he lives on this Rosalie Island? He divides his time between New York, London and, erm, his Caribbean bolthole, as I believe he calls it.
Is he there at the moment? I heard mention he's back.
Anyone else live there? He usually arrives with some sort of entourage.
There's something in that bag.
Strange.
A cushion? Yeah.
Pretty good fabric, too.
Why would someone put a lovely-looking cushion in a bag, then throw into the sea? Because perhaps they didn't want it any more? Captain says we'll be at Rosalie Island in ten minutes, Inspector.
Which way to the house? I'll show you.
It seems we have company.
I'll deal with it.
Afternoon.
I'm Frances Compton.
How can I be of help? Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.
We'd like to speak to everyone currently residing at that house about an incident that occurred on Saint Marie this afternoon.
Please, come this way.
Ewan Boyd.
Welcome to Rosalie Island, Inspector.
Well, I appreciate you finding the time to talk to us, Mr Boyd.
No, Ewan, please.
What's this all about, then? It's the police, Martin.
They're here to talk to us about a murder on Saint Marie.
Christ.
This is going to be fun, then.
This is Martin Stow, Inspector.
He heads up my legal team.
Yes, excuse the clobber, but you catch me on one of the rare occasions when I managed to make it into the gym.
Three days ago, a young woman by the name of Tiana Palmer was murdered, we believe by her boyfriend, Harrison Green.
Either of those two names mean anything to you? We know Harrison.
We use his water-taxi to get to and from the mainland.
And you all used it? Well, Frances and Ewan probably more than me, but Are you sure it was him? He seemed like a very pleasant kid.
Well, he's just confessed to it.
But since then, there's been another murder.
Bloody hell! And just to be clear, none of you have come across Tiana Palmer? No.
No, I don't know her.
Never met the girl.
Pretty, though.
I'm sorry, what does any of this have to do with us? After Harrison was arrested, his best friend, a man called Patrice Campbell, phoned this villa here.
Patrice spoke to whoever it was who answered the phone and arranged to meet them on Saint Marie to talk about Harrison.
My DS followed Patrice to that meeting, and both of them were shot.
And the call to this villa was made at .
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1.
30 this afternoon.
And lasted for Oh.
Two minutes, three seconds.
So it follows that one of you answered the phone.
One of you spoke to Patrice Campbell.
Well, I know I didn't.
I did hear the phone ring, but I was busy working PHONE RINGS .
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so I I didn't pick it up.
I assumed someone else answered.
PHONE RINGS I was taking a siesta after lunch PHONE RINGS .
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so all too happy to let it ring out.
So you're saying there was no-one else here, on the island, yet none of you answered the call made by Patrice Campbell? And tell me, does anyone here own a gun? Sorry, who do you think we are? It's OK, Martin.
The Inspector's just doing his job.
No.
No, Inspector, none of us owns a gun.
Right, and did anyone here leave the island in the last two hours? Uh-uh.
Out of curiosity, if you did need to get over to the mainland, do you have the means? Well, we have a small tender, but it's being serviced on Saint Marie.
Although, the previous owners left a little skiff behind, but that had a hole in it, right? Chucked it out, few years back.
So there you go, Inspector.
We don't have a gun and we don't have a ruddy boat, so it can't be one of us that did it.
I hope that clears things up for you.
I want you to search this place, high up and low down.
See if you can find a gun, or any evidence of one.
Yes, sir.
Let's see if they were telling the truth about not having a boat.
Sir? Any news? Well, we searched the house.
There's no sign of a gun or any bullets, or even paperwork for a weapon.
And what about you, sir? Did you find their boat? No, Ruby, I didn't.
Went around the whole perimeter of this island, no watercraft to be seen anywhere.
Oh! Mind you, I think this is where they used to keep their skiff.
Couple of oars there and some fuel canisters.
But no actual boat.
So maybe it wasn't one of them that did it.
But who did Patrice speak to at the villa if it wasn't one of them? Hang on! Cushions.
Cushions? Cushions.
Like peas in a pod.
The one from Rosalie Island is an exact match for the one I found floating not a hair's breadth from where Patrice was murdered.
All three of them deny coming over to meet Patrice.
But if one of their cushions made it over to Saint Marie, then that means someone must've brought it.
I mean, it didn't travel here by itself, did it? But why would a killer bring a cushion to commit murder? And how? They didn't have a boat.
I mean, it was 20 minutes between Patrice making a call and him being shot, so they couldn't have swum it in that time.
So how did our murderer get to Saint Marie and back again? PHONE RINGS Commissioner.
How's Florence? Well, that is fantastic news, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Thanks for letting us know.
She's out of surgery.
They managed to remove the bullet successfully and see no reason why she can't make a full recovery.
Well, it's late.
We should try and get some sleep.
In the morning, I will pay a visit to Harrison Green and see what he has to say about what happened to Patrice.
Thank you.
Both of you.
That was a tough hand we were dealt today, but you stayed focused, kept going and you acted with integrity.
You can be very proud of yourselves.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
You really put the wind up us for a while there, Detective Sergeant Cassell.
Don't ever do that to me again.
SHE GROANS There she is.
You OK? You're in hospital.
You took a bullet, remember? But the doctors say you've nothing to worry about.
Patrice .
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is he OK? Florence, I'm so sorry.
There's no easy way to say this FLORENCE SOBS No! Oh, my goodness, no! We all know there was a gun kept here in this office, but now it's gone, and a man has been shot dead, so who the hell took it? - No! - Steady! No.
You all right, sir? No way, not Patrice.
Sorry, Harrison.
I don't understand.
Who did this? Why?! This is what I'm trying to tell you.
Whoever it is did it because Patrice wanted to speak to them about you, about you not killing Tiana.
But I did.
I told you.
It was me.
No-one else.
I stabbed her! And there was no-one else involved? No! And what about the people on Rosalie Island? Is there something you're not telling me about your relationship with them? No.
They've been good to me.
Given me a lot of work over the years, and friendly with it.
Friendly? In what way friendly? Just chatting with me on my boat.
No more.
Inspector What I did to Tiana .
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I did it on my own.
Because I had to.
I was bursting with pain.
And I did it to make it stop.
You met with Harrison this morning.
What did he say? Well, he insists that he acted alone when he stabbed Tiana.
And he says the only connection he has to the residents of Rosalie Island is their use of his water-taxi the last few years.
But, sir, if Patrice met someone from Rosalie Island to talk to them about what Harrison had done, and then the same person ended up killing him, I mean, surely Patrice was onto something, right? Correct.
Somebody was trying to silence Patrice.
Which means there's more to Tiana Palmer's murder than we first thought.
And it all links back to Rosalie Island.
Our job is to find out what that connection is.
So, Ewan Boyd.
Originally from Edinburgh, in Scotland.
At the age of 27, he set up an investment company.
His current net worth is - get this - 33 million.
I mean 33 million?! Ah! Frances Compton.
Joined Ewan's company in the early '90s as in-house psychiatrist and motivator.
Her official title now is Company Vice President.
In-house psychiatrist and motivator.
How does that work? It's not uncommon in high-finance companies.
It's all about keeping employees' focused.
You know, getting rid of negative thoughts so they can perform at their best.
And earning their CEOs as much money as is possible, I assume.
And finally, Martin Stow.
Boyd's legal executive.
Works at a corporate firm in New York City and was a partner by the age of 30, but left not long after to work in-house for Boyd.
Right.
They all claim they were on Rosalie Island at the time of the shooting, so how did they do it? We searched that island high up and low down, there was no boat there.
And I checked the harbours this morning, and no-one hired a boat for them or went to pick anyone up.
So where do you intend to start? Well .
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so far, there is no hint in the Tiana Palmer investigation of a link to Rosalie Island.
But maybe we haven't come across one because we weren't looking for one.
Tiana's phone and her laptop.
We need to recover deleted files and web history.
You know, stuff Tiana didn't want people to find.
My cousin Roscoe is an absolute genius when it comes to computers.
Right, Commissioner Patterson? Roscoe is annoyingly proficient when it comes to technology.
OK, I'll be back.
Right, give Roscoe a bell.
Sure thing.
JP, how are you getting on with the suspects' phone records? Ah, yes.
So we have lots of calls made to New York and to London, and a fair few made to Harrison.
I assume when they needed transport to the mainland.
Apart from that, there's only one other phone call made to a Saint Marie number in the last month.
Who to? To a luxury gift shop in Port Royal, and it came from Ewan Boyd's phone number.
Well, it's not much to go on, but if we're looking for a link between Rosalie Island and Tiana Palmer, we've got to start somewhere.
Yep.
OK.
OK So this is what Ewan Boyd ordered just over three weeks ago.
And get this - he even asked for an inscription to be made.
"For Tiana from E".
And a kiss? So Ewan did know her.
It appears so, sir.
And had feelings for her, too, I think it's fair to surmise.
The thing is, the shop delivered it to Tiana a week ago, and she returned it back the same day.
She didn't even ask for a refund, just said she couldn't accept it.
So let's start again, how did you and Tiana meet? Well, she came to a party here, on the beach An open-house thing.
A few locals from Belle Mer came over.
Tiana was one of them.
And what? You just got chatting? Well, that's how it works for me, Inspector, meeting women.
Do you have a different approach? HE LAUGHS Er, no.
Not sure I have an approach at all, to be honest with you, Ewan.
But then, I was never one for chatting up girls half my age.
HE LAUGHS DRYLY Did Tiana ever mention she had a boyfriend? Briefly.
That's why she was out drinking, she said, letting off steam.
Seemed like they were going through a rough patch.
And after the first night that you met, how many times did you see her after that? She came to a couple of other parties.
It was early days.
And yet you were already sending her expensive jewellery.
I just wanted her to know that I was interested, that's all.
Except, she wasn't.
Miss Palmer .
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returned the jewellery.
So I believe.
And you were angry about that? Disappointed, no more.
Is there something the matter, Inspector? It's all a bit convenient, don't you think? What is? A young woman who rejects you is killed a few days later and her boyfriend arrested.
Convinced her boyfriend is innocent, a friend of his phones this villa here to see if he can get at the truth of the matter.
And what happens? He winds up dead himself.
Now do you see the picture I'm painting for you, Ewan? How it looks to us? PHONE RINGS It's Ruby, I'd better take it.
Excuse me a moment.
Ruby I need a glass of water.
That's fine, Mr Boyd.
I wasn't asking your permission.
And you say this was in Tiana's deleted internet history? Yes, sir.
I took her laptop to Roscoe, and he's managed to recover everything she got rid of in the last month.
Good man, Roscoe.
Absolutely.
And he's also forwarded you a link to her e-mails, and it should be waiting for you in JP's inbox.
Great.
Thanks, Ruby.
Ah, thank you, sir.
Bye! OK, I've got them, sir.
"I understand your desire to get to know Mr Boyd better.
"But maybe some time apart might be more advisable.
"Some breathing space, perhaps.
" And they're all from Frances Compton.
So that's another one of our suspects who lied about the fact they did know Tiana.
Mm-hm.
Well, you need to understand, Tiana wasn't the first pretty young thing Ewan showed an interest in.
He likes to let his hair down every now and then, as a release.
Ewan's infatuations never last long, and the kind of girls he attracts can be a little hard to shake off.
It's his money, you see, makes them rather clingy.
And so you, what? You make sure they get the message it's over? I'm more adept than Ewan at sugar-coating the pill.
It's always been a skill of mine - managing people's expectations .
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helping them come around to my way of thinking.
But from what I know of Tiana, I struggle to believe that she'd be after Ewan because of his money.
Yeah, I sensed she was different.
She wanted more from their relationship, and I didn't want her getting hurt.
Which is why she returned the jewellery Mr Boyd sent her.
She must've got the hint from the e-mails.
I assume so.
And what about you, Frances? What are your own feelings for Mr Boyd? SHE CHUCKLES Sorry? Well, you've been working with him for 30 years now.
You work together.
You live together.
You even holiday together, judging by the photos I saw up in his office.
We're very close.
I'd be lying if I said otherwise.
And what if someone threatened that? Not because they were after his money, but because they genuinely cared about him.
How would you feel about that? I'd be delighted for him! But in the 30 years I've spent with Ewan, I've never once seen him stay in a relationship for more than a month or so.
It's, erm Well, it's just not what he wants from life.
Thank you for your time.
Pleasure.
Is it me, or do you get the impression it's really Frances who's pulling all the strings round here, not Ewan? Hm.
I wonder who MF is? One of Ewan Boyd's many dalliances, I imagine.
PHONE RINGS Ah, sir, you're back.
I've got quite a few things to update you on.
That's great, Ruby, just one sec.
Catherine! How are you? I've just been to visit Florence.
Is she OK? The doctors are happy, but .
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in herself, not good.
She just wants to be with you, trying to find Patrice's killer.
Maybe you could drop by this evening.
Let her know how you're getting on with the case? OK, thanks, Catherine.
Yeah, we got engaged.
Wow! Hey, there.
Brought some visitors for you.
If you're up to it.
It's good to see you, Sarge.
It's really good to see you.
Yeah, well, I've looked bloody everywhere.
Listen, if by some miracle it turns up at your place, you let me know straight away, yeah? If it's one of the three suspects on Rosalie Island, there must be some way they were able to travel across to Saint Marie and back.
They've no boat.
No-one we know of chartered them one.
And as for swimming it, well, that's too far in the time they had.
That said, why was one of their cushions at the crime scene? You definitely didn't catch a glimpse of whoever it was pulled the trigger? I saw .
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movement in the shadows, and I heard a gunshot.
GUNSHOT Agh! No.
That was it.
Ruby, you said you had something from the lab? Um, yes, they managed to connect the gun to a previous crime.
It was an armed robbery about a year ago.
JP, are you aware of anyone who might fence a dodgy weapon? Um Well, the only guy I know that deals with illegal weapons is a man called Darrius Brookes.
Oof! You know him? Well, not personally, but I've heard Uncle Selwyn mention him.
Not a fan of Darrius is Uncle Selly.
They have history.
Well, that's where we go next.
But in the morning.
Oh.
Yeah.
Hang in there, Sarge.
Yeah, hang in there, Sarge.
HE SIGHS Sorry, I should've We're supposed to be getting married tomorrow.
I don't think I know how to deal with this Well, the thing that helped me was .
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to think if Kathleen had the choice .
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what would she want me to do with my life? And the answer always came back the same.
She'd want me to try and be happy again.
Somehow.
Someday.
If you're feeling like there's no point to it all .
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just look at the ring on your finger, who it represents .
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and think, what would he want for you? Try and get some sleep.
A friendly sort, then, is our Darrius? DOG BARKS Mr Brookes.
Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.
OK, well, that didn't play out quite as I'd hoped.
Darrius! Come back here now.
We need to have a little chat.
So, how long have they been in there now? Three minutes since the last time you asked me, Ruby.
Which is what? 30 minutes.
They have been in there half an hour.
OK? Thank you, JP.
So how did it go, sir? Well, the Commissioner played a blinder.
Darrius sang like the proverbial canary.
Him and I have, erm, history.
Told you.
What did he say? A week ago, he was approached by one of the residents from Rosalie Island and sold them a gun.
So who did Darrius sell the gun to? I don't know who this Darrius fellow is, and I don't know why, but he's making the whole thing up.
He is? Right.
So you're saying that you and he have never met or even spoken? Never.
This is Mr Brookes' mobile phone.
There was a call received on it .
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yesterday at 6.
29.
Now, I'm going to phone the incoming number right now.
Let's see what happens.
PHONE RINGS Right, I'm not saying another word.
Fine.
JP, Ruby, arrest him.
Yep.
No, you're not doing this.
Martin Stow, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder.
I haven't murdered anyone, for God's sake! You don't have to say anything Ewan! Ewan! Get in here now! .
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but anything you do say may be given in evidence against you in a court of law.
What is happening? They know about the gun, Ewan.
They know about the bloody gun.
Would someone care to tell me what the hell is going on? In private, please.
The the truth of the matter is .
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I'm ill, Inspector.
A brain tumour.
I was receiving treatment back in New York, but it wasn't really working, so Well, if you're forced to face your final days, you might as well do it somewhere sunny, eh? I'm sorry, Ewan.
Have they said? A year, give or take.
That's why Martin is over here, sorting my affairs.
It's a complicated process.
Boards of directors and trustees to consider.
And making sure I honour the most loyal of my friends and associates.
The thing is .
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the gun was mine.
I asked Martin to get it for me.
And why did you need a gun? Well, I've lived my entire life on my own terms.
Always have.
In every way.
When I finally go .
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I want to be in control of where it happens, how it happens and when it happens.
But when I specifically asked if anyone on Rosalie Island had a gun, you were all lying to me when you said you didn't.
When you left the island that night, we assumed you hadn't found the gun because I'd hidden it.
When I went to look for it, it had gone.
When you asked us two days ago if anyone else was on the island on the afternoon of the shooting, we said no.
And at the time, that's what we thought.
But, in light of everything, we now think someone did get onto Rosalie Island.
They found the gun, they took it, and they used it to commit murder.
Because I can promise you .
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it was none of us here that did it.
Maybe Ewan Boyd was right .
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and it wasn't one of them who killed Patrice.
But then, why phone Rosalie Island? He must have wanted to speak to one of the people living there.
And it can't be a coincidence that this cushion was found only steps away from where Patrice was killed.
Which brings us back to the other question that we still haven't answered.
How did they do it? There's no boat on Rosalie Island, no-one went to pick them up, and it's too far to swim in 20 minutes.
So how did they get to the mainland, commit murder and back again? My dad used to say, when he was stuck on a case, "If you've stopped moving forward, "then the best thing to do is to go back.
" I'm going back to Belle Mer.
Just the one, please.
You don't understand.
You don't understand.
Welcome to Rosalie Island, Inspector.
You don't understand.
We're very close.
I loved her.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
Sir? Sir? Sir? Florence! You've been discharged? I didn't know where to go, so So you came here.
Sir.
You're leaking.
Oh, yes, so I am.
Must be a crack in it.
Here.
Thank you.
I'm afraid I haven't managed to catch the person who did this to you.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
I know you will.
I never thought of that! That's why it was there, like this tissue is here.
Well, then, that would make sense of it.
Yes, absolute sense, now that I think of it.
And if I'm right about this Well, then, that's why you'd bring a cushion along to a murder! Although the previous owners left a little skiff behind, but it had a hole in it, right? Chucked it out, few years back.
Why would someone put a lovely-looking cushion in a bag? We searched that island high up and low down, there was no boat there.
Which way to the house? I'll show you.
Well, isn't that the darnedest thing? You know what happened? Well, I need to get back to the station.
JP, I need you to arrange a dive team, and get them over to that stretch of water near the crime scene.
Sarge? What are they looking for, sir? I'm OK.
A boat, JP.
A lit A little boat.
I'm on my way.
Ah, yes! Here we go.
What are those? The e-mails Tiana wrote.
The answer has to be in them somewhere.
HE MUMBLES What was this really all about? Magnifying glass! My goodness! Who's this? Tiana Palmer's birth mother.
"I understand your desire to get to know Mr Boyd better.
"But maybe some time apart might be more advisable.
" If you're forced to face your final days, you might as well do it somewhere sunny, eh? At last! At last it makes some flaming sense.
Ruby, grab the crime scene kit.
I need you to do some fingerprint dusting.
Yes, sir.
We're going to Rosalie Island? Oh, Florence, I I'm not sure that's a good idea.
I mean, you don't want to have to No.
I want to know who did this to me.
To Patrice.
Three days ago, after Harrison Green was arrested, at 1.
30 in the afternoon, Patrice Campbell phoned this villa.
Now, why did he call here? Well, I think he was confused and frustrated.
His best friend, in his mind, had been wrongfully arrested for murder.
And having heard that a top lawyer was visiting Rosalie Island, he called here to try and enlist your help.
But it wasn't Martin who answered the phone.
It was Frances.
Sorry? What?! That's ridiculous! PHONE RINGS Patrice Hello? Then we need to talk voiced his belief that Harrison was innocent, and you started to worry.
To contain the situation and make sure Patrice didn't speak to anyone else, you needed to meet him in person, as quickly as possible.
Which brings us to the part of this case that made no sense.
How did you manage to make it all the way to Saint Marie and back again without any means of transport? Well, as it turns out, there was a way for Frances to return here after the shooting - on the same boat that we travelled to Rosalie Island on.
Not a particularly big boat, but there was a little area where you could remain hidden, unnoticed, under a tarpaulin.
I have just had Officer Patterson dust that area for prints, and you'll never guess what she found.
Prints belonging to .
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Frances Compton, found on the tarpaulin and on the fuel canisters.
So we know how you got back here, but how did you make it over to Saint Marie in the first place? You told us yourself the only boat on Rosalie Island had been chucked out a few years ago.
But that was an outright lie.
While Ewan was right about the boat having a hole in it, I think you still kept it in the shed down near the beach.
What? I found this near where Patrice was shot.
You've some experience with boats, I believe, Frances? We both have.
We've been on countless sailing holidays.
Well, I just checked with our boatman, Barney, on the way over.
And apparently, if your vessel's gaining water, the first thing you need is something waterproof to plug the hole.
But also something that will expand outwards to keep the plug in place.
Like a cushion in a plastic bag.
Now, let's be clear.
I don't think you went to Saint Marie with the intention of killing Patrice.
But you were worried that he was onto you in some way.
And so, as insurance, you took the gun.
I have no idea what was said between you that afternoon, but one thing I do know.
When his fiancee, an officer in the Saint Marie police force, turned up, that's when things started to change.
And you panicked.
If Patrice spoke to Florence and the police started to look into what had gone on, well, then your involvement in Tiana Palmer's murder would be exposed.
Patrice? And that's why you had to silence Patrice.
And you hit him.
Which explains the bruising on his head.
You knocked him out.
METALLIC CLANG But DS Cassell was still a threat.
Look, whatever it is, I can help, OK? If she saw you and Patrice's unconscious body, well, then your secret would still come out.
Do you know something about Harrison? And you decided you had no choice but to act.
Unknown to you, she wasn't dead.
She was able to call us and alert us as to where she was.
But with Patrice as good as a witness to you committing murder Florence .
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you had to shoot him, too.
In his case, killing him.
PHONE RINGS JP, I'm putting you on speakerphone.
They've found it, sir.
A small skiff about ten feet out.
And there's a name painted on it.
"Rosalie".
Forced to adjust your plan, you realised you couldn't go back to Rosalie Island on your skiff or you might be seen.
So you decided to get rid of it.
You pulled out the plug you'd made earlier and you let the boat sink out of sight.
As for the gun, well, I assume, as we never found it, you just lobbed it into the sea.
And then you stayed out of sight yourself.
Waiting.
Biding your time.
Until our boat arrived.
You were trapped, with no way of getting back.
So as soon as the boat was left unattended, you seized your opportunity and you went on board.
You found a place to hide, a place so risky you knew we'd never suspect that all along Patrice's killer was right there next to us, on the same boat we were using to get to Rosalie Island.
And when we arrived here, you snuck away.
We had no idea you were there.
I'm sure you knew a quicker way back to the house than we did.
So, when you appeared at the house, as if you'd been there all afternoon, well, nobody was any the wiser.
I'll deal with it.
But why? Why why did any of this happen? This is Tiana's birth mother.
She was adopted, Tiana, and she was raised over there, in Belle Mer.
She was left with this photo as her only connection to her real mum, who she's never known.
Do you recognise her, Ewan? This was years ago, right? 23 years ago, to be precise.
Marie Forrest.
Or MF, as you carved into the wood on your arbour down there.
I wonder who MF is? We had fun.
She stayed here for a couple of months.
I liked her.
But it didn't come to anything.
Not for you, maybe.
But for Marie, it did.
She had a daughter.
Your daughter.
Tiana.
And when Tiana came here that first night, she had no idea that you were her dad.
Welcome to Rosalie Island.
I'm Ewan.
But there was something she saw here.
Now, that's when she first realised.
Summer of 1996, the time she was conceived.
And if, like us, she also saw the carving, well, I imagine she put two and two together.
Is that what happened, Frances? I tried to put her off the scent, but she knew.
She just knew.
She said she could feel it when she met him - Ewan was her father.
And she wanted a DNA test.
And I knew what the result was going be, and it was all going to come out sooner or later.
So you decided she needed to die? Why, why, why did she need to die? You said to me the other day, Ewan, in your will, you wanted your most loyal friends and your colleagues to be rewarded.
Now, would I be right in thinking that Frances does particularly well? Yeah.
I've left her half my estate .
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and a controlling share of the business.
If you found out you had a daughter, well, then, no doubt, you would want to provide for that daughter after you'd gone.
It would be her that would inherit the lion's share of the estate, your business And that's why Tiana had to die.
I don't understand.
Why would this Harrison bloke kill Tiana for Frances? Because he didn't know he was doing it for her.
Patrice had grown up with Harrison.
They were best friends.
And he swore Harrison was gentle.
He didn't have it in him to kill.
He's good.
He's kind, gentle.
You can't seriously think he killed Tiana.
So how come he became this man who was so angry with Tiana that he had to kill her? I was bursting with pain.
I needed to make it stop.
Well, because, on their frequent trips to and from Saint Marie, Frances had started to poison Harrison's thoughts.
Harrison was in a vulnerable state.
He he was under pressure.
His business was struggling.
He had debts.
And his girlfriend was having doubts about their relationship.
He was ripe, in other words, for Frances to drip-feed into his head how unbearable his hurt would be at losing the love of his life.
You're very good at getting people to do what you want, aren't you, Frances? I mean, it's your job, let's be honest here.
It's always been a skill of mine - managing people's expectations, helping them come around to my way of thinking.
And that's what you did with Harrison Green.
You cleverly, subtly, wantonly worked him up into thinking the only way out of this situation was to commit murder.
You you twisted his mind against Tiana.
Gaslighting is one word for it.
Manipulating someone into questioning their own sanity.
And to this day, Harrison doesn't know what you did.
But we know.
You brainwashed him into killing Tiana.
And then you murdered Patrice to cover it up.
Because of you, a mother and a father have lost their only daughter, and a young woman has lost the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Ruby, you can make the arrest.
Yes, sir.
No.
I will.
Yes, Sarge.
Frances Compton FRANCES CLEARS THROA I'm arresting you .
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for the murder of Patrice Campbell.
You handled yourself with real dignity back there, Florence.
Thank you, sir.
I've been thinking about what you said.
How you dealt with losing your wife, and .
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I realised .
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you came here.
You left everything behind and you made a new start.
Well, yes, I .
.
I guess I did.
Wasn't planned, though.
Just happened.
Well, I think that's what I need to do, too.
For a while, at least.
Go away? Saint Marie is a small island, and .
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I don't think there's anywhere here that doesn't have a memory of Patrice in it.
So maybe if I go somewhere else, I can just pretend I'm someone else.
Oh, now, please don't do that.
You're pretty perfect as you are.
I have some family on Martinique, so I think I'm going to stay with them.
After that .
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who knows where? And if I'm sad, maybe I can just call you, and you can make me laugh.
It's a deal.
I'll miss you.
The feeling's entirely mutual.
It won't be the same without you, Sarge.
Thank you so much, DS Cassell.
Thank you.
Well, I guess, erm, this is it, then.
Well, I'll just go and put your bags in the boot.
Yeah.
I'll give you a hand, sir.
Yeah.
You know, I really don't want you to leave, Sarge.
But you'll come back and visit, right? Of course.
Martinique is not so far.
We could all come visit you.
I'd like that.
I'm sorry we're losing you in these circumstances, but I understand your decision.
Just know how grateful I am personally for everything you've done for this island.
Well, you're just so uptight, Uncle Selly.
Go on, give her some goodbye love.
You OK, sir? Yeah.
Well, your carriage awaits.
Can't believe I'm going.
You look after yourself, Sarge, and if there's anything you need, just call us.
I will.
Well, I never said it before, so I'm just going to go ahead and say it.
Thank you, Detective Sergeant Florence Cassell.
What for? For being my friend from the moment I set foot on this island.
Goodbye, sir.
Jack, please.
For the love of God, call me Jack.
Take care.
Goodbye, Jack.
Bye, Sarge.
See you later, Sarge.
We're going to miss you.
And if you're feeling like there's no point to it all, just look at the ring on your finger, who it represents, and think, what would he want for you? Got a new song to add to tonight's playlist.
Whatever you say.
All right, everybody, Dezzie Dixon here.
GUNSHOT Oh, Lord They think it's MY fault that Florence got shot? They're sending someone over from Internal Affairs.
I am Detective Sergeant Madeleine Dumas, Internal Affairs.
I'm sure you and your team are extremely professional.
Welcome to Saint Marie.
I think you're going to have to start looking for a replacement.