Episode 4 Death in Paradise

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

If he'd stuck to the diet, this would've been a whole lot easier.

If he'd stuck to the diet we wouldn't be here.

My brother didn't listen to you when he was alive, Ivann,

and he sure as hell ain't listening to you now!

OK, fellas, this is not what Cedrik would've wanted.

MOURNERS SING A HYMN

There's probably not a great deal I can tell you about Cedrik Verga

that you don't already know yourselves.

The barbershop was, and hopefully will continue to be,

the hub of our community.

And the big man...

..was the beating heart of the place.

But it was his antics outside of work

I think Cedrik will be remembered for.

He was a joker, a rascal...

and the party wasn't over

until the fat man was on his back, passed out on the floor.

LAUGHTER

There was another side to Cedrik, too.

He was a caring man.

A man who knew right from wrong.

A man who would've given you the shirt off his back

if the situation called for it.

You know what you did for me, my friend.

Dwayne...

Cedrik was very proud of you, you know?

I hope so.

We thought we'd go back to the barbershop, have a beer there.

Yeah. He'd like that.

Sunny afternoon. A few beers, shooting the breeze...

Hoping nobody wanted a haircut.

You go ahead, I'll catch you up, yeah? Come...

I'll see you later.

Watch out for Dwayne.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-Food is a demonstration of love.

-Really?

Of course. Women love men who can cook.

Yes, sir. Florence is right.

I made Rosey dinner the other evening.

I thought she was going to propose.

I can cook.

You can?

Mm. Well known for it.

So, what's your signature dish?

-Shepherd's pie.

-Shepherd's...?

Shepherd's pie.

Lamb mince, onions, carrots, peas, gravy granules.

Mashed potato on the top, whack it in the oven.

What are...gravy granules?

Gravy...in powdered form.

-You just have to add water.

-And you can eat it?

Mm-hm.

Or drink it in a mug. Dip in a slice of bread.

-I think this might be tougher than we think.

-What?

Oh, Dwayne, er... I didn't expect you back today.

Er, how...how was it?

Well, obviously, it was a funeral, so I imagine it would...be

as good as a funeral can be.

N-Not good, exactly, but, erm...

Did it go well?

Yes, Chief.

-Good.

-Chief, you got a minute?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Well, it's a prank.

In poor taste, perhaps, but still...

But it's from Cedrik's phone.

And I put the phone in his coffin myself.

-You put it in his coffin?

-It's an island thing.

People get buried with their phones so you can send them a last message.

I see.

-You just don't expect any to come back the other way.

-Quite.

When was it sent?

Ten minutes after the funeral had finished.

Right, so Cedrik, the coffin and the phone are in the ground...

Furnace.

-He was cremated.

-Ah...

Isn't that a bit dangerous? Don't the batteries explode?

-Really?

-Anyway, it doesn't matter now.

-And there was nothing suspicious about his death?

-No.

He passed away in his sleep.

The coroner confirmed it as natural causes.

Didn't you say he was a bit of a practical joker?

He was.

But why would he say he'd been murdered?

Because you're a policeman?

-Maybe.

-You're not convinced.

Chief, I've known Cedrik since I was 13 years old.

Cedrik's jokes were rubber chickens

and super-gluing your drink to the bar. Not this. Not to me.

-No way.

-OK.

Let's think about this logically.

Now, clearly, Cedrik himself couldn't have sent that message.

He was dead. Agreed?

Agreed.

So the simple fact is, someone else must've sent it.

And the question is,

did they do it with or without Cedrik's prior knowledge?

Now, if it is just a prank, it's in pretty poor taste,

if Cedrik wasn't involved.

However, if he did set someone else up

to send that text after his death,

that would mean he knew he was about to die.

Yet, from what you say, he died unexpectedly in his sleep.

So how could he?

What?

Cedrik gave me this a few days before he passed away.

-I better be going, you know?

-Nn...

What?

I want you to take this. Something to remember me by.

Cedrik wore this every day.

Never took it off.

Wait, you think he gave it to you

because he thought something was going to happen to him?

Well, then, why wouldn't he tell you when he was alive,

rather than send a mystery text after his death?

I don't know, Chief. None of this makes any sense.

Look, like you said, it was a prank.

-Let's just leave it like that. Forget it.

-No, no, no, no.

Look, he was your friend.

And maybe there's a small part of you that doesn't want to let him go.

And that's OK. Because, you know, friendship is important.

I'll tell you what.

Let's you and me go and take a little look, shall we?

That's Cedrik's barbershop just there.

-I thought he died at home?

-He did.

His house is just up the road there.

Cedrik was never one for a long commute.

So who found him?

Ottilie.

His girlfriend.

She lives up in the hills.

-How did you know him?

-Ha!

I was about 13, 14.

I was hanging out with the bad boys, you know?

Anyway, one night we was passing by Cedrik's barbershop

and we noticed a window open round the side.

Me being the smallest, I climbed in to case the joint,

see if there was any cash or valuables lying around.

You were a juvenile delinquent? Excellent(!)

So what happened?

Suddenly I felt a hand on my collar.

Boom!

It was pitch-black. I couldn't see diddly squat.

Next thing I know, my feet are off the ground

and I'm staring into the angry eyes of Cedrik Verga.

He painted a picture for me...

..where the road I was on would lead me,

or what could be possible

if I put all my energy into something good instead.

He gave me a simple choice that night.

Either he went to the police,

or I changed my ways and worked in his barbershop

every Saturday for free.

Child labour.

Good option.

I didn't care. It changed everything for me.

I started to take my studies seriously.

Turned up for school.

So Cedrik's the reason you're where you are now?

He thought I could do better.

And I believed him.

It's a very nice sentiment, Dwayne.

We had a lot of good nights here, you know?

Shall we go inside?

Oh, yeah.

Cedrik never had much time for keys.

EMPTY BEER CAN SCRUNCHES

Liked to drink, though.

There was an all-night vigil before the funeral.

It turned into a bit of a party.

-So this is Cedrik?

-Yeah.

He was a big man.

He was.

Who are these people with him?

Father Floyd.

Cedrik's brother Temmy.

And Dr Ivann Tate.

Ah... That's them as well.

The four musketeers.

They've been friends their whole lives.

What's this?

Cedrik had sleep apnoea.

He had to wear that thing at night to keep his airways open.

Sleep apnoea's when you stop breathing in your sleep, right?

-I think so.

-And then the brain realises it's not getting any oxygen

and wakes you up with a start,

at which point, hopefully, you start breathing again.

That pillow's missing a case.

-Do you remember if it was like that last night?

-No.

Well, from everything I've learnt,

Cedrik didn't have the healthiest lifestyle.

He was overweight, he had sleep apnoea...

There was also something about his heart - blocked arteries.

Too many cigars.

So the likelihood is...

it had to be natural causes.

Hard to see past that, if I'm being honest, Dwayne.

You're right, Chief.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Three things bother me.

One.

Prank or not, of all the things to send in a message from the grave,

"I was murdered" is pretty specific.

Two.

Why give you something to remember him by,

unless he thought he wasn't going to be around?

-You said three.

-Three.

Why have only one pillow...

..without a pillowcase?

Right, drop me back at the shack and then go home.

Take some time, OK?

If you can get the pillow to the lab on your way,

tell them I asked if they can prioritise it.

-What am I asking them to look for?

-I've no idea.

Coroner's report on Cedrik Verga.

Right...

"Severe atheroma of all three major coronary arteries.

"Such a degree of disease would, on balance of probabilities,

"be sufficient to cause a cardiac arrhythmia

"and sudden death consistent with the history available."

Death certificate signed by Dr Ivann Tate.

One of the musketeers.

-Sorry?

-A lifelong friend of Cedrik's.

Ah, JP, how did you get on with the door-to-door? Anything of interest?

Mainly a big outpouring of love. He was liked by everybody.

I talked to the woman who lives above the barbershop.

She said that Cedrik, his brother Temmy, Father Floyd and Ivann

were downstairs the night Cedrik died.

Said she heard raised voices around half midnight.

-There was an argument?

-It's hard to say.

She said they were always noisy and she didn't think much of it.

So, Cedrik drinking with his friends, like he always did.

No doubt smoking, too, like he always did.

Arteries clogging up. He goes home, he gets into bed,

where the coroner says he suffered

"a cardiac arrhythmia and sudden death

"consistent with a bla bla bla."

-So that's it?

-Pretty much.

PHONE RINGS

Honore police.

Just a moment. The lab for you.

Ah, the pillow.

Last box to tick.

DI Goodman.

You're sure?

Belonging to who?

Right.

Conclusion?

Yes. Yes, please. As soon as it's typed up.

Thank you. Bye.

Sir?

The lab found saliva and sweat on the pillow. Nothing unusual in that.

But they were intrigued with the grouping, so ran further tests.

And they found DNA hot spots

correlating to the location of the eyes, nose and mouth.

DNA belonging to who?

Well, they need to run further tests, but almost certainly Cedrik.

Well, what does that mean?

Well, this pattern wouldn't show up

if he was simply resting his face on the pillow.

It would require extreme pressure.

It would need to be pushed down hard.

Someone held it over his face?

Yes.

Despite the coroner's report,

despite his medical condition,

it seems Cedrik's message from beyond the grave was...true.

He was murdered.

So it's true.

Cedrik gave me this because he knew he was going to be killed.

Why would a man who knew he was about to be killed

just accept it and do nothing to protect himself?

And who sent the message?

Why send the message? Why not just report it?

You said his girlfriend discovered the body?

-That's right. Ottilie.

-Well, she's not a bad place to start.

You're right, Chief.

It's time to put back on my uniform.

JP, let's go!

Good.

Florence, you and I should go and see these remaining musketeers.

Dwayne, I don't mean to pry, but...

-are you OK?

-No.

My lungs feel like they're about to explode.

I meant about everything that happened.

-Just tell me to shut up if you don't want to talk about it.

-Shut up.

OK.

You know, it's weird.

When Cedrik died, I felt so helpless.

At least now it feels like I can finally do something for him.

Cool.

Oh, I had no idea this road was so long.

And so steep.

The clue's in the name, JP.

Hill Rise.

Ottilie lives here?

Cedrik was very much like me in that respect.

What he lacked in assets, he made up for in charm.

Dwayne?

That's Cedrik's brother. He's the headmaster.

Temmy Verga.

DI Goodman, DS Cassell.

-Pleased to meet you.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-Thank you.

You said you wanted to talk about Cedrik?

-Er, yes, if that's all right?

-Of course.

-I've asked Ivann and Floyd to come along, as you requested.

-Thank you.

Come this way.

Last Tuesday,

around 10am, I got a phone call from the barber's,

checking to see if Cedrik was with me.

-He wasn't?

-No.

I couldn't get hold of him on his phone, so I went to his house.

Cedrik!

Cedrik...

He was stone-cold.

It's the biggest regret of my life,

not spending that last night with him.

When you entered his house, nothing looked unusual, out of place?

How was Cedrik the week before he died?

Same old Cedrik.

A little quieter, maybe.

His phone...

the one I put in his coffin for him.

Yes?

Did anyone else touch it before you gave it to me?

Why?

Did they?

I don't think so.

Look, Dwayne, you're really scaring me!

Why are you here?

Sorry I'm late.

-Dr Ivann Tate.

-DI Goodman.

Father Floyd.

Father.

-What's going on?

-It's about Cedrik.

There's some evidence that might suggest

he didn't die of natural causes.

We're considering all possibilities.

He had sudden heart failure.

Er, yes, he did. And we're trying to establish why.

Wait. You're suggesting Cedrik was murdered?

Actually, I haven't suggested anything yet.

Do you gentlemen know if anyone had a grudge against Cedrik?

He was an affable sort of guy.

Popular, laid-back.

He didn't attract trouble.

The night before Cedrik died,

you were all with him at the barbershop?

What was the occasion?

Cedrik had arranged a game of poker.

What time did you arrive?

Around...8pm.

Did Cedrik mention feeling unwell?

Not at first. He said he felt unwell later.

-He was drunk.

-He was tipsy, Ivann.

Not exactly falling over.

We've got reports of raised voices around half-past midnight.

We... We'd gone by then, hadn't we?

It wasn't an argument, as such.

Ivann and Temmy had just left.

I was trying to persuade Cedrik to go home.

He said he felt unwell,

but he's already cracked open another bottle.

"Kill or cure," as he used to say.

You tried to stop him drinking, tempers flared?

Hardly.

It was a 30-second discussion,

after which I left him to it and caught up with the others.

Er, Dr Tate, your name appears on the death certificate.

Ottilie rang me when she found Cedrik.

I raced over, so it fell to me to...certify him dead.

"Sudden death consistent with the history available."

That's what it read on the report.

Yes.

And if there's been some sort of mistake,

it's got nothing to do with me.

I wasn't the pathologist.

Poker night?

Yes, Cedrik organised a card game for his friends the night he died.

And I wasn't invited?

Now, I keep coming back to that question.

If Cedrik knew his life was in danger, why not raise the alarm?

Well, Ottilie thought he was quieter than normal

and she tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't open up.

Dwayne, presumably you've known Cedrik's friends

as long as you've known him?

What else can you tell us about them? Father Floyd...

They all grew up together.

When they left school, Floyd went to the seminary in Martinique.

He came back in his late 20s and took up his post in Honore.

-Dr Ivann Tate...

-Ivann went to medical school in London,

before coming back to open up his practice here.

I never heard Cedrik say a bad word about him.

He's a nice man. Kind, compassionate.

-He's your doctor?

-My mother's.

She speaks very highly of him.

Which leaves us his brother Temmy.

I guess he must've been the closest to Cedrik.

Blood's thicker than water and all that.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

What?

Well, back in the day, Ottilie and Temmy had been an item.

We're talking childhood sweethearts.

But we all kind of knew that Temmy thought she was the one.

And then, years later, Cedrik hooks up with her?

-How did Temmy react?

-Difficult to know.

My guess is that he took it all in his stride.

He was the total opposite to Cedrik. Quiet, never made a fuss.

Even though his carefree brother's taken off with the love of his life.

Sorry, Dwayne.

Oh, erm, Temmy got into a fight in a bar recently.

He was given a caution.

That can't be right. I would've known.

It was a place on St Helene. Two weeks ago.

One week before Cedrik was killed.

Hm...

Dwayne, JP, I want you to go back to Cedrik's house,

see if there are any papers,

-anything that can tell us something we don't know.

-Chief.

-Chief.

Florence, we need to speak to Temmy - again.

Back to school.

Why go to a bar on another island?

I went for a quiet drink.

-By yourself?

-Mm-hm.

And then you got into a barroom brawl?

That was unfortunate. Wrong time, wrong place.

Anthony! Walk!

We understand that you'd recently found out

about your brother's relationship with Ottilie.

Ottilie and I was a very long time ago.

Cedrik did what he wanted to do.

No-one was going to stop him.

But someone has stopped him, Temmy.

The night he died, you attended his poker night.

-And?

-It must be upsetting.

Cedrik carrying on with his life, getting drunk, living it up.

Meanwhile, you're on the sidelines, looking on as he gets the girl.

Ottilie is not a girl.

And I am not some angst-ridden teenager.

We're all grown-ups.

Dwayne describes you as being quiet, not one to make a fuss.

Yet, you're cautioned for fighting in a bar.

What is that? Temper?

All that pent-up frustration, you've just got to let it out sometimes?

I like your version of me.

It's much more interesting than the truth.

I may have loved Ottilie once...

..but I loved my brother more.

How does it go?

"Beware the wrath of a quiet man."

I know where this is going, Chief.

But Temmy hasn't got it in him.

Look at the timeline.

News drops about Ottilie's relationship with Cedrik.

Temmy, completely out of character,

gets caught up in a bar fight

and less than a week later, Cedrik is murdered.

Temmy would not kill his brother.

I heard about the development in the Cedrik Verga case, Officer Myers.

Most unfortunate.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Inspector Goodman?

Yeah.

Cedrik Verga was an important part of our community.

He'll be missed.

So I understand, sir.

This message from the grave,

it's...a bad business.

If it turns out to have been a prank,

we'll all look very foolish.

Yes, sir. And while I can't explain the mystery text message yet,

I do believe that Cedrik Verga was murdered.

You're sure?

As I can be, sir.

It's hard enough for Cedrik's friends

to come to terms with his death.

Then we have this whole anniversary business on top of that.

Anniversary?

It's 45 years since Hurricane Francis.

We've got the remembrance ceremony this evening.

It will be difficult for everyone.

But especially for Cedrik's friends.

Why might that be, sir?

They lost a friend the night of the hurricane.

Sorry, I didn't realise.

All I can ask is...

if feathers are to be ruffled,

that you'll ruffle them as delicately as possible.

Oh...

and, er, keep an eye on Officer Myers.

We all know the story about the boy thief

who grew up to become a policeman

and how close he was to Cedrik.

Yes, of course, sir.

Trouble, Chief?

No, no. It was just, er, you know, the usual.

To be kept in the loop.

Hurricane Francis...

How many people died?

Five. It's our biggest natural disaster.

One of the victims was close to Cedrik and his friends?

Don't know.

It's not the kind of thing people talk about.

Right.

Oh, here we are.

A list of the casualties.

Yes, four of them were grown-up.

And... Oh, yes, here we are. Vincent Garcia.

"Vincent was as much a victim of the Myth of Mont Clair

"as the storm itself."

What does that mean?

What? What is it?

Do you want to know if you're going to heaven or hell, Chief?

-Not particularly.

-Then don't go up to Mont Clair in a storm.

Ah, yes.

If you could just leave that there. Thank you. Yes.

-What's that?

-Well, I've been considering

what you said yesterday, Florence.

About the food of love and all that

and, well, I've decided to test my culinary skills.

And I'll be delighted if you three would be my guinea pigs.

That would be...

Nice. Sure.

-Good.

-Er, there's a remembrance night in the square

for the victims of Hurricane Francis.

Cedrik would want me to be there.

Yes, of course. Yes.

And, you know, Dwayne, you still have, erm, compassionate leave.

You know, feel free to take it, if you want it.

How about I catch up with you for dinner after this thing is over?

Excellent!

Gentlemen...

Dwayne.

Cedrik would be ashamed of you, Dwayne.

What?

Divulging Temmy's personal affairs to your superior.

I take it it was you.

Look, nothing about this is personal.

You're a traitor, Dwayne.

There's still that question -

why did Cedrik not do anything to protect himself,

when it appears he knew he was about to be murdered?

Maybe he did something wrong himself.

If he told the police about the threat of murder,

he'd have to confess about the reason for the threat.

That doesn't really tie in with the whole Temmy jealousy motive.

But it's an interesting thought, Florence.

-Right!

-What is that?

Shepherd's pie. I thought I'd show you what I got.

And I was hoping it might make Dwayne feel a bit better.

I'm worried about Dwayne.

Yes, me, too.

I mean, these weren't just Cedrik's friends.

They were Dwayne's friends as well.

It's all a bit too close to home.

No, I'm worried about where he is.

That remembrance ceremony finished ages ago.

-Maybe I should go and look for him.

-I think we should take the pie out.

It's been in the oven for two hours.

-Chief!

-There you are!

I've just seen Ottilie

in a compromising situation with another man!

News of our investigation is spreading,

so I asked around and she's been seen out and about

with this new fella ever since Cedrik died.

You think she might've been cheating on him?

She obviously wanted him out the way! And that gives her motive.

-You don't know that.

-Listen, Cedrik gave me this for a reason.

Finally, this is something that makes sense.

I'm going to have to catch her red-handed.

How do you propose to do that?

Surveillance.

We haven't eaten!

Not now!

-In the morning!

-Fine.

But right now, I think you ought to grab a chair,

calm yourself down, come and partake in some of this.

Finally!

I thought it would've been burnt to a crisp by now.

So did I.

Schoolboy error. Easily rectified.

Just give it another 40 minutes.

Would anybody like some toast?

-Morning, Florence.

-Morning, sir.

Oh...I've been thinking.

If I'm going to woo the ladies with my culinary skills,

-I think I need to invest in a cookery book.

-I don't know.

-Maybe turning on the oven might be a good start.

-Yes.

The devil is in the detail.

Oh, what's this? It's addressed to Cedrik.

Oh, yeah. The postman had heard about our investigation

into Cedrik's death, so he delivered that here.

Right...

It's a watch.

It appears Cedrik ordered it on the 10th.

-Two days before Cedrik died.

-That's a shame.

Yes, it is.

It is a shame.

It sort of undoes everything.

-Sorry?

-Well, I was working on the basis

that Cedrik thought he was going to die.

But why would you order a watch if you thought you were about to die?

Sir...

Yes. What is it?

In the box of Cedrik's paperwork...

-love letters, by the look of it.

-Really?

They're not signed,

but they're addressed to Father Floyd.

Father Floyd's having an affair?

But why would Cedrik have another man's love letters?

Hang on...

The argument between Father Floyd and Cedrik.

Supposedly about his drinking.

You think it might have been about these?

I think it's time we paid Father Floyd a visit.

Come on, number two.

I'm afraid I've got another funeral in 20 minutes.

Well, I'm sure it won't take that long.

OK. We can see Ottilie's driveway from here.

Do you really think

Ottilie could have anything to do with Cedrik's death?

It's just she seemed heart-broken...

when we spoke to her.

-People put on fronts, JP.

-CAR ENGINE STARTS

Happens all the time.

She's on the move!

Why did Cedrik have these letters, Father?

I wanted his advice. I had no idea he'd kept them.

He obviously knew about the affair.

It was not an affair.

-Then, what was it?

-I fell in love with a parishioner.

Cedrik told me I had a choice -

remain a priest or leave my vocation and be with her.

That doesn't sound like Cedrik. He was a bit of a hedonist, wasn't he?

Have a nice time and be damned with the consequences.

These have got nothing to do with Cedrik's death!

Murder.

What was the argument about, Father?

I've already told you!

You had a pop at him for drinking too much.

Thing is, he always drank too much. That wasn't news to you.

Was Cedrik becoming a little indiscrete, Father?

-No!

-Did you want your letters back?

I loved Cedrik.

He had more integrity than anyone I know

and I am not going to stand here

and listen to YOU sully a good man's reputation.

I'd like you to leave.

What would happen if people found out

Father Floyd was having an affair?

Presumably, he'd lose his job.

It's not just that. People hold him in such high esteem.

Yes, it would be an almighty fall from grace.

If Cedrik decided to spill the beans,

Father Floyd would lose everything.

Whose house is that?

Bingo! Ottilie's upgrade.

Phone the Chief!

Good afternoon. Inspector Goodman, Sergeant Cassell.

Sorry to bother you, but we...

Playing the part of the grieving widow,

then sneaking off to meet your toy boy.

He's a nurse.

-Nurse?

-He looks after the lady who lives here.

Sorry, whose house is this?

Mrs Garcia's.

I thought Cedrik was sneaking off to see another woman.

He only told me the truth about it when I challenged him.

What is Cedrik's connection with Mrs Garcia?

He was friends with her son.

Vincent Garcia.

"Vincent was as much a victim of the Myth of Mont Clair

"as the storm itself."

The boy who died in Hurricane Francis?

Mm-hm.

Can we speak to her?

She doesn't know that Cedrik has passed. Please, don't tell her.

Madame, some friends of Cedrik's are here. They'd like to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs Garcia.

I'm Inspector Goodman. I'm here with my colleague Officer Myers.

Dwayne?

Er, that's right.

Cedrik talks about you all the time.

He's very proud.

Don't fuss, Morgan! I'm fine.

I believe Cedrik visits you a lot.

Yeah, he understands.

Time doesn't heal everything.

He is the only person who still mentions my son's name.

I'm very sorry about what happened to Vincent.

I can picture them now...

walking off down the road.

Vincent wanted to go into the hills, into the rainforest.

We hammered it into all of the children.

The mountain was out of bounds.

But Vincent was so stubborn.

The others saw the storm coming and tried to stop him,

told him to come with them down to the jetty and hide under a boat.

But he just ran off.

The police searched for him for weeks.

But they never found his body.

I don't think the other boys ever forgave themselves.

Yes, yes. When you...say other boys?

Cedrik and his three friends.

Ivann...

Floyd and Temmy?

If Vincent had stayed with them,

he would still be alive today.

She needs to rest now.

Come.

What's wrong with her, Ottilie?

She has pancreatic cancer.

-She's getting treatment?

-Palliative care.

She'd be in hospital by now, if it wasn't for Cedrik.

What's it got to do with Cedrik?

He organised for her medical bills to be paid.

How could he afford that?

I don't think he did it alone. He asked the others to help.

How long has Mrs Garcia got?

A few weeks, at best.

The cancer was at an advanced stage by the time they discovered it.

Originally, she was misdiagnosed with depression.

By who?

I don't think it's my place to say.

It's a doctor, I presume?

Dr Ivann Tate.

JP, could you run a financial check on Dr Tate, please?

-Florence, you and I should go and speak with him in person.

-OK.

Dwayne...

this came in the post for Cedrik this morning.

-What?

-He ordered it for himself.

Cedrik hated watches.

He said it made people watch their lives tick away.

Yes, well, I quite agree with that.

Well, maybe it was a gift for someone?

That five-dollar piece of tat?

No, sir. Cedrik had more class than that, Chief.

-Someone made a mistake.

-Right.

Come on, Florence.

JP...

..I'm going to tell you something now.

You have to promise never to repeat it.

I'm scared.

I've looked up to these men my whole life

and I'm starting to wonder if I've got it all wrong.

Well, if it's any consolation, Dwayne...

I'm here for you.

Thank you.

We understand that you failed to spot Mrs Garcia's cancer.

Is that why you decided to help foot her medical bills?

I like the woman. She was the mother of an old friend of mine.

Vincent?

Yes.

I believe that pancreatic cancer is notoriously difficult to diagnose.

The symptoms are often confused with depression. That's what I presumed.

Why would you presume that?

After losing her son,

she'd suffered from depression for most of her adult life.

-I just thought it was getting worse.

-Any reason why it should?

Old age, the anniversary...

She often talked about dying

without ever knowing what happened to Vincent.

It's so sad.

Cedrik suggested we paid for her care...

..in memory of Vincent.

The truth is, we were glad to do it.

Chief?

Dr Tate has been overdrawn at his bank for most of the last 12 months.

He's also taken out a loan

and all of his savings accounts have been emptied.

Sounds like he's struggling to pay for Mrs Garcia's care.

Maybe Cedrik was forcing his hand.

Or Dr Tate was so genuinely wracked with guilt

about his misdiagnosis of Mrs Garcia.

Still, it's completely disproportionate.

There has to be more to it.

Ottilie notices Cedrik is withdrawn.

He then gives Dwayne a gold chain,

saying that he wants you to have something to remember him by.

All of this suggests he knows what's coming.

Yet, two days before his murder, he orders a cheap watch.

You're sure Cedrik never wore a watch?

-Never.

-And neither do you, sir.

Me? Well, gosh, no. There's no point.

You just have to walk down the street. There are clocks everywhere.

The town hall, the pharmacy's got one.

I'm positively bombarded by time. I don't like it.

No, I can't ever imagine a scenario where I'd need a watch.

But say you were stranded on a desert island.

Why would I need to keep track of the time on a desert island, JP?

OK.

Say you are held hostage, chained to a radiator in a darkened room.

You have no idea where you are...

Knowing that it's quarter to 11 or not is not going to help me, JP.

Actually, that's genius.

JP, that is genius. That is why Cedrik bought the watch.

Maybe he'd done something wrong himself.

I want you to take this. Something to remember me by.

Death certificate signed by Dr Ivann Tate.

The four musketeers. They've been friends their whole lives.

-How long has Mrs Garcia got?

-A few weeks, at best.

He had more integrity than anyone I know.

-It's a watch.

-Cedrik hated watches.

I came to warn you.

We're going to get hit by a category-three storm tonight.

I've spoken with the harbour master, who says....

Sorry.

The Myth of Mont Clair. What is it exactly?

Legend has it that if the eye of a storm

passes directly over the island,

the firmament opens up above Mont Clair

and you'll get to see your final destination.

Final destination?

-You get to see if you're going to...

-Heaven or hell. Brilliant!

JP, you're the closest thing we have to a teenage boy,

so imagine, if you wouldn't mind -

you're at the peak of your adolescent recklessness,

surrounded by your closest buddies.

A hurricane is due in a matter of hours.

You've all heard the stories of Mont Clair.

Wouldn't you be tempted

to go on a bit of a Boys' Own adventure into the jungle?

-Well, yes, of course you would.

-Yes, yes, I would.

And if there were five of you and four of you didn't want to go,

-you wouldn't go off on your own.

-You're relating Cedrik's murder

back to a 45-year-old cold case?

Yes, sir. Yes, I think I am.

I think those five young boys went up the mountain together.

And if they did, they know what happened to Vincent Garcia!

You think that's why Cedrik was murdered?

-Because he was going to reveal what he knew?

-Exactly.

Even if that's true, why would Cedrik break his silence now?

Because Mrs Garcia's condition was worsening.

There was every chance that she was going to go to her grave

not knowing what really happened to her son.

I believe that Cedrik let it be known

that he was going to confess about Vincent Garcia.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Can I just get this straight, please?

You're saying that Cedrik and his friends

had something to do with Vincent Garcia's disappearance?

Yes.

And then you're saying Cedrik's brother

and his closest friends turned on him and murdered him?

Just say your scenario is true.

How would you even start to prove it?

Especially if they've gone to the length of killing Cedrik

to keep their secret buried.

The problem with this case has always been the lack of a body.

Which isn't going to change.

Yes, but if we could find Vincent Garcia's remains,

I believe that we could solve Cedrik's murder.

I searched that jungle with everybody else.

How likely is it you'll find his body now?

With the greatest respect, sir, that was 45 years ago.

Things have moved on. You know, sonar, 3D imaging...

None of which we have on the island.

Please.

Let us try.

-Dwayne...

-Shhh!

Come, come, come.

-This better be good, Dwayne.

-Good?

If anyone sees me here, I'm done. Career over. Come!

-How long have you known me?

-I don't know.

-About 30-odd years.

-And we trust each other, right?

If you know where Vincent Garcia's body is...

please, tell me.

I think you should take some time out, my friend.

I'm begging for your help here, you know, Father.

Because the only thing I'm interested in right now

is Cedrik's reputation.

I don't want his good name linked to the death of a child.

We cannot help you. We don't know what happened to Vincent Garcia.

This is ridiculous.

-I'm going home.

-I wouldn't.

Because there's a 3D imaging radar device

being flown in from Martinique in the morning.

And when this storm has passed,

they're going to send it up into the jungle.

And if there is a body up there...

..they're going to find it.

Well, I hope they do.

It would put a lot of minds at rest.

THUNDER WIND HOWLS

Look, are you sure about this?

-Yes, yes, we have no choice.

-Come.

THUNDER

If the river breaches...

we'll never get back down again.

This is as far as we can go in the car.

What the hell was that?

Dr Ivann Tate, Temmy Verga, Father Floyd Lynch,

you're all under arrest on suspicion of murder.

Dwayne, cuff them.

A child's remains has been found at the site where you arrested the men.

Sorry...to be the bearer of such grim news.

I'll go and break the news to Vincent Garcia's mother.

Commissioner!

I'd like to do that, please.

That woman deserves an apology,

and you have absolutely nothing to apologise for.

Shall I get the suspects from the cell?

Yes, please.

Oh, and Ottilie Dubois,

can you call and arrange for her to join us at Cedrik's barber shop?

Yes, Chief.

This has been an especially hard case to solve.

We began with an anonymous text message to Officer My...

Dwayne.

On further investigation,

forensic evidence from Cedrik's pillow

told us that he'd almost certainly been smothered.

We believed that the killer had to be someone close to him...

..yet we were dealing with three men who, ostensibly,

loved and cared for the victim more than anyone else in the world.

However, all three of you also had motives for murdering Cedrik.

Father, you knew he had the knowledge and the evidence

-to bring your world crashing round your ears.

-He would never have used that against me.

No, of course not, I don't think so either.

Temmy, you could only watch

as the woman you'd held a torch for your whole life chose your brother over you.

And, finally, you, Dr Tate.

You see, we couldn't believe that you'd hand over your life savings

to Mrs Garcia because of a mistake that any doctor could've made.

So was there something else that made you pay for Mrs Garcia's care?

-Guilt perhaps?

-No!

The reason Cedrik was murdered had everything to do with the Garcia family, didn't it?

-All of us are happy to speak about what happened to Vincent Garcia.

-Uh-huh.

As for it having anything to do with Cedrik's death...

Tell us what happened to the boy.

When the storm hit,

we decided to take cover in the old boat we used to play on, under the jetty.

But Vincent wanted to go up to Mont Clair instead.

We tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen.

This is very well remembered, bearing in mind how long ago all this happened.

-It's almost as though you've rehearsed it.

-How dare you!

Perhaps you practised again last night after Dwayne left you.

Think they fell for it?

Let's go.

The remains of Vincent Garcia

were found on Mont Clair at dawn this morning.

Three yards from where you were arrested last night.

I mean, I hate coincidences at the best of times,

-but that is a humdinger!

-It's time for you to tell the truth.

For all this time, a mother has been waiting to find out

what happened to her child.

And you have said nothing, done nothing to alleviate her pain.

-It was an accident.

-Temmy!

I've been carrying this around my whole life, we all have.

It's weighing me down.

Vincent was younger than us,

we used to tease him,

get him to do things just so we could laugh at him.

We threw mangoes at him.

I threw his hat into the river,

told him he had to go and get it back or his mother would be upset.

He fell and banged his head.

We tried to save him!

We dragged him out of the river...

but it was too late, he was already...

We didn't know what to do!

We were told not to go up there.

So we put him under the roots of a dead tree...

covered him with whatever we could find and let the storm do the rest.

We made up the story about him running away.

-We made a pact.

-Of silence?

-No.

We decided, in whatever capacity we could,

we would give ourselves back to the island.

-We would atone.

-Yes, but more recently it's got to the point

where this so-called atonement wasn't good enough for one of you, was it?

What sort of state was Cedrik in before he died, Ottilie?

He'd found out that Mrs Garcia was about to die.

He was upset about that, but I knew there was more to it.

It felt like he owed her something.

I wasn't sure what, but I knew it involved his friends,

or, at least, Ivann.

You sent that text, didn't you?

I knew that something must've happened.

The way he was with me, he kept saying how I'd be OK without him.

He knew something was going to happen to him.

I took the SIM Card out of his phone

before I gave it to Dwayne to put in the coffin.

I honestly don't know why I sent that message,

part of me thought I was imagining things, that I was being foolish.

I just knew something wasn't right.

What would people think?

What would people think if you openly pointed the finger at them?

And say you were wrong? It had to be anonymous.

And if they were prepared to silence him...

..then maybe they'd do the same to you?

For God's sake, Ottilie! No-one is silencing anyone!

You see, all this time, I've been asking myself the question,

why Cedrik seemed so resigned to the fact that he was going to be murdered.

Why? Why not raise the alarm and tell someone he was in trouble?

The answer lay here.

A cheap watch, purchased two days before he died.

Why? It doesn't make sense.

I mean, for a start, Cedrik never wore a watch,

so why on earth would he buy one now?

You see, the sad fact is that Cedrik didn't think he was going to be murdered.

I think...I think he was going to confess.

Confess and let Vincent's mother die in peace,

finally knowing what happened to her son.

Cedrik didn't need a watch to see his life tick by,

but he knew he'd need one in jail.

They do say that not knowing the time

can start to drive you a little crazy inside.

Cedrik never thought he was going to get killed,

he thought he was going to prison.

And the gold chain?

That was just a parting gift to someone he really cared about.

Cedrik was ready to admit...

..to a crime committed 45 years ago,

and he was prepared to take his punishment.

But you three weren't, and that is why he had to die.

None of us would harm Cedrik. We loved him!

I would never hurt him.

You've been awfully quiet, Father.

I imagine it's hard...

..standing every day in that pulpit preaching the word of God.

And every day, having to live with the truth of what you'd done.

Of all of you...

..I imagine you had the most to lose.

Am I right?

It wasn't them.

I killed Cedrik.

-But why, Floyd?

-Because all we did was play a game.

It wasn't fair that he was going to take away everything,

just because of a woman who was dying anyway.

He'd told me what he was going to do after the poker,

that's why we argued.

When I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about it,

what we'd lose, all of us!

And for what?! So I went to see him to talk sense into him,

but when I got there he was fast asleep.

I had heard Ivann talking to him,

saying how if he wasn't careful, he'd have a heart attack one day,

just go to sleep and never wake up.

I found myself...

picking up the pillow.

Come on! Come on!

You know, Dwayne, in the end, all the good things Cedrik did is what brought the truth to light.

People loved him. It's what made Ottilie send that text, it's what made you want to find out the truth.

-As you sow, so shall you reap.

-Exactly.

You know, Chief, I've been thinking about this whole atonement thing.

I mean, Ivann became a doctor, then there was a priest, a teacher.

I wondered how Cedrik had atoned?

-He was the only one who tried to keep Vincent's memory alive.

-Hmm.

I think it might be why he helped me too, you know?

I dare say it was. Although, generally speaking,

I think that good people tend to gravitate towards good people.

-It's why we make a good team.

-Surely that goes without saying, Dwayne.

DWAYNE LAUGHS

Anyway, thank you, Chief.

-Thank you? What for?

-Listening to me.

Well...

Come on, I've got some cold beers in the fridge.

Yes.

The oven was definitely on this time,

I checked myself.

HUMPHREY CHUCKLES

Shepherd's pie! Argh!

And this time...it is piping hot!

Great! Gravy and mash.

Just the sort of thing you want to eat

when it's 96 degrees in the shade.

What?

It smells... I dunno...good?

LAUGHTER This is my mum's recipe.

She gave it to me when I went to university,

it stopped me from getting scurvy.

And the beauty of this is...

you only need a fork.

Less washing up.

And before we start, a toast.

To absent friends.

-ALL:

-To absent friends.

-Tuck in!

-OK!

Mmm!

Wow! It's good!

Like, really good!

If this doesn't wow the ladies, Chief, I don't know what will.

Aunt Mary! Over here! MARY LAUGHS

Aunt Mary was always my most favourite aunt.

Well, she witnessed the victim's death

and she's saying it wasn't an accident.

And you think that that man's death might have something to do with me?

The Commissioner says he's going to show me the sights himself.

It's a sacrifice...I'm prepared to make.

This is the police! Who's there?!

-RATTLING Yargh!

-Yargh!

GRUNTING