Episode 7 Death in Paradise

# This is my island in the sun

# Where my people has toiled since time begun

# I may sail on many seas But these shores will always... #

CORK POPS

CHEERING

They said it could never be found. Well done, darling.

They didn't reckon on you coming along, Mr Walker.

-We did it, Dad.

-We did, Sam.

-To us.

-To us.

And the Santa Ana Silver.

For 400 years, this little lot has sat on the seabed

just waiting to be discovered.

And we did it.

We did. Cheers!

-ALL:

-Cheers!

You know, the last few weeks have been amazing.

Oh, I'm glad you think so, Addison.

So, I was wondering how you feel about me

maybe joining the team full-time?

Got a thirst for more riches, eh?

Walker!

I know you're there.

Tosh Walker, show yourself.

Newton Farrell. There's a surprise(!)

-What the hell's going on?

-I heard about your little "find".

You must feel real proud of yourself(!)

Newton, I found that silver fair and square.

There was nothing FAIR about what you did!

You took advantage of ME!

Yeah, well, that's how it goes sometimes. Deal with it.

Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad.

Leave it. No, leave him.

Leave it, Dad.

Get away from my boat.

Get away from my boat!

He's not worth it.

This...

This is not over.

You hear me?

It's not over.

He's drunk. I better make sure he gets back to his boat OK.

So, are we going out or not?

Tosh, come on. Forget about what's happened.

We're supposed to be celebrating.

Ah, look, why don't we go on ahead

then give you some time to calm down and you can meet us there, yeah?

Promise me you won't go on Newton's boat.

Yeah, no, I promise, I promise.

See you later!

Where's Tosh?

-He'll be here in a bit. I'm going to get some drinks.

-Mm-hm.

It's been 45 minutes. Where is he?

And why isn't he answering his phone?

Well, you know what my dad's like when he gets in a mood.

-I'm going to go and find him.

-PHONE RINGS

Well, this is him now.

Tosh?

Tosh? Where are you?

He's on Newton's boat. He says he's been stabbed.

Call an ambulance.

Er, right, you wait here, Naomi. Addison, you come with me.

Dad?

Dad, are you in there?

No-one's here.

I'll look out front.

Nothing.

He's not there. No-one is.

Somebody call about a stabbing?

Yeah, that was us. Erm, we're not sure what's happened.

Where is he?

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning, Florence.

Wow. You're hungry.

Oh, yes, erm, well, it's JP's stag do tonight,

so I thought I'd better start lining my stomach ASAP.

You think it's going to be boozy?

With Dwayne in charge, it could be carnage.

-How about you? What are you up to?

-A body's been found washed up

on the beach at Blue Bay Cove. Dwayne and JP are already there.

Not a moment to lose, Florence.

-Oh. Erm...

-Are you done with those?

Yes, I think so. I don't want to overdo it.

Right, let's go!

Just one more.

-Morning, JP.

-Morning, sir. Sarge. The body's just this way.

So, JP, excited about tonight's festivities?

Oh, yes, sir. Er, very much.

Can't wait to find out what Dwayne has in store for me.

Yes, I bet. Be afraid, be very afraid, eh?

-Ah, Dwayne.

-Ah, Chief.

-What have we got?

Well, the driver's licence says the victim's name is Tosh Walker.

52 years of age. From the UK.

But the thing you should know is, Chief, is that me

and JP got a call-out to the harbour last night.

Yes, the victim's wife and son thought he'd been stabbed.

Yesterday afternoon, Mr Walker had a run-in with

-a man called Newton Farrell.

-Who is...?

Ah, he lives on the harbour. Bit of a no-mark, if you ask me.

And he love a drink, you see.

Then later on, at 7.45, Mrs Walker gets a call from her husband.

When she answered it, all Mr Walker said was, "Newton's stabbed me."

When she asked him where he was, he said, "His boat."

The son called an ambulance straightaway.

When it arrived five minutes later, Farrell nor Walker could be found,

which is when we arrived.

Definitely a stabbing, sir. I'd say a three-centimetre-width blade.

And there are marks at one end of the wound.

-So, maybe a serrated knife?

-Possibly.

It looks like it pierced the heart. He'd have died pretty quickly.

PHONE RINGS

So, the last anyone heard from Tosh Walker was that he'd been

stabbed on Newton's boat.

12 hours later, he washes up here with a knife wound in his chest.

Looks like this one could be done and dusted by lunchtime.

Sir? That was one of the fishermen

we spoke to last night at the harbour.

He was on his way back from a morning catch

when he spotted Newton Farrell.

Lunchtime!

Yes, yes, all right, Dwayne.

So, where is he?

-You want us to go and arrest him, Chief?

-No, not just yet.

Let's see what he's got to say for himself first.

Morning, Humphrey, Florence.

Catherine.

-Newton Farrell?

-Who's asking?

Detective Inspector Goodman, Detective Sergeant Cassell.

I wonder if you wouldn't mind telling us

-where you were yesterday evening at around 7.45.

-Why you want to know?

Tosh Walker's body washed up on a beach this morning.

He'd been stabbed.

And the last phone call he made to his wife,

at quarter to eight yesterday evening,

he said he was on your boat and that you stabbed him.

How do you explain that?

Sorry, Humphrey, but are you sure about the time?

Er, yes, positive, Catherine.

It's just Newton was here at quarter to eight.

Sorry?

Newton was here at quarter to eight.

Really?

He arrived at 7.30 and was here most of the evening.

'I remember. I'd been talking to a friend of mine.

'She hadn't realised the time and said she had to go.

'As she left, Newton arrived.

'It was half past seven, I'm sure of it.'

Rum.

What time is it?

Five past ten.

So, you were here yesterday evening at 7.45?

Yes, I was.

-So, why would Tosh claim you stabbed him?

-I don't know.

I don't know why he would say a thing like that.

Right... Well, that's all our questions for now, Mr Farrell.

As we suspect your boat is a possible crime scene,

my officers will need to carry out a full search.

You'll need to be there with them.

OK.

OK.

Catherine...

He may have an alibi,

but he's certainly not behaving like he's innocent.

My colleague said that your husband and Mr Farrell had a, erm...

falling out. Can you tell us what it was about?

Professional jealousy. Newton never liked Tosh.

They've known each other for a while, then?

Newton's in the same business as us. Marine salvage.

He and Dad met about eight years ago off the Miami coast.

They were searching for the same shipwreck but Dad got there first,

reaped the rewards, and Newton's held it against him ever since.

What was their argument about yesterday evening?

The Santa Ana Silver.

Sorry, erm, but what is the Santa Ana Silver?

It's a hoard of around 200 rare antique silver coins.

Sorry, do you mean, like, actual treasure?

It's not quite the terminology we'd use,

but, in layman's terms, yeah, treasure.

And that's why you're here, to find the silver?

Well, we already found it.

That's brilliant!

We began the recovery last week.

Yesterday afternoon, we completed our final dive.

Gosh! Well, congratulations.

How much, erm, if you don't mind me asking, how much is it worth?

Er, the estimated value is about £300,000.

HE WHISTLES APPRECIATIVELY

And Newton Farrell was annoyed by Mr Walker's success again?

Newton claims to have been searching for the Santa Ana Silver for years.

But the truth is, he's been drinking himself into an early grave.

So, when my dad swept in and found it in less than a month, it was...

Like history repeating itself.

And this is why you think he killed Tosh?

Could you talk us through exactly what happened yesterday?

It was late afternoon...

Walker!

..when Newton turned up very drunk and very angry.

It's not the first time it's happened.

-NEWTON:

-'Tosh Walker!'

-'Word had got out round the harbour

'that we'd completed recovery of the silver.'

I heard about your little "find".

So, he came looking for Dad...

I found that silver fair and square.

There was nothing FAIR about what you did!

..ended up punching him.

Just before he left, he said...

This...

This is not over.

And what happened then?

Newton went back to his boat. I went with him.

How was he?

Your father is a cheat and a liar!

'I had to give him a drink to calm him down.'

-He stole my life.

-All right. Just take a seat there.

'But then, by the time I left, he'd crashed out.'

Yeah, and when was it that the, erm, spat reignited?

So, are we going out or not?

'It was about seven o'clock. We were supposed to be going out,

'but Tosh was still stewing.

'So, Sam and I left him to cool down and told him to meet us at the bar.'

And then, at about quarter to eight...

PHONE RINGS

This is him now.

Tosh?

..I got a phone call from Tosh saying that he'd been stabbed

and he was on Newton's boat.

Then, by the time we got there five minutes later, there was

no sign of either of them.

You...you are going to arrest him - Newton? I mean, it has to be him.

Erm, yes, the evidence is very compelling,

Mrs Walker, I must admit.

But you see, we've already spoken to Mr Farrell..

and it would seem that he has an alibi for the time of the murder.

He was at Catherine's Bar last night from 7.30 onwards.

That's impossible.

I'm afraid it would appear not.

Is that bleach I can smell?

Did you mop this floor?

Nothing wrong in me keeping my place shipshape, is there?

Not at all.

It's just that...

everything else in here is full of dust and grime.

I'll be upstairs if you need me.

My goodness!

According to this, there's an estimated 35 billion pounds' worth

of treasure lying on the seabed.

Oh. Really?

I know. I mean, just think of it.

All those doubloons and pieces of eight just lying there.

Oh, I used to be a bit of a numismatist when I was younger.

Sorry, a what?

I collected coins. Yes, although it wasn't an extensive collection.

I was only 11 at the time. But, erm, well...

Yes, anyway, that's me.

But what about our professional collector, Tosh Walker?

-What have we got on him?

-Well, sir, he is 52 years of age

and a marine salvage hunter. Originally from Donegal, Ireland.

Left school at 16 to work on the trawlers.

Moved into salvaging in his early thirties.

Arrived in Saint Marie a month ago to begin

the search for the Santa Ana Silver.

And what of the people with him?

OK, so, there is Tosh's wife, Naomi Walker. She's 37.

Worked as a hairdresser on cruise ships.

Became the second Mrs Walker five years ago.

And I've put a call in to Mr Walker's solicitor to find out

who inherits his estate.

Good idea.

And there is Tosh's son from his first marriage, Samuel Walker.

He's 25.

Studied marine archaeology at Southampton University.

Followed his father into the family business.

Arrived on the island three months ago to set up

the Santa Ana salvage operation.

And there is a deck hand. Addison Patrick. 18 years old.

Local. Normally works with his father, a fisherman,

but joined Tosh's salvage operation three weeks ago.

I see. Well, none of them are exactly steeped in motive, are they?

And as they were all together in the harbour bar

when the call came through from Tosh at 7.45,

I'm not sure how any of them could have done it.

Which leaves us with Newton Farrell.

Who is 48 years of age. Born and raised on the island.

Been trying to make a living out of marine salvage most of his life.

Yes, so Mr Farrell is our prime suspect.

He has motive. He's aggrieved that Tosh Walker recovered

the treasure he believes was rightfully his.

And, on the night of the murder, Tosh Walker made a call

to his wife in which he told her that Newton had stabbed him.

And as we know he died extremely quickly,

the knifing must've taken place in the moments before the phone call.

When we questioned Newton this morning, his behaviour was...

as you would say, "shifty".

Shifty indeed, Florence.

All of which seems to suggest that he is our killer,

except for the fact that he was witnessed at Catherine's Bar

at the time of the murder, which just doesn't make sense.

If it wasn't Newton who stabbed him,

then why did Tosh tell his wife that it was?

Unless it wasn't Tosh making the call?

Someone else trying to frame Newton?

Hm, maybe.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, I'll get that.

Detective Sergeant Cassell.

Who killed you, Tosh Walker?

-So, er, Dwayne?

-Uh-huh.

I was wondering when you were going to tell me what we're up to tonight.

I can't do that. It would spoil the surprise.

And when you say a surprise...?

Ah! What have we here?

It's a knife sheath.

With no sign of the knife that goes in it.

OK. That's great. You've been very helpful. Thank you.

Tosh Walker's solicitor.

Oh, yes? And what did he have to say?

The estate is divided equally between Tosh's wife and his son.

Not that there's much to share out.

-Oh?

-Well, the salvage business has been struggling for over a year.

But the, er, discovery of the Santa Ana Silver puts them

-back in the black again.

-True.

But the solicitor also told me that Tosh contacted him

-six months ago to discuss filing for divorce.

-Really?

He sent the application papers to Tosh, but never got them back.

I see. And on what grounds did he want a divorce?

He suspected his wife of having an affair.

Hmm...

-It really isn't quite how it seems.

-So how is it?

I knew Tosh had requested the divorce papers.

He showed them to me.

He accused you of having an affair.

I wasn't having an affair.

But I can understand why he thought I was.

I had a health scare about a year ago.

I never told Tosh.

Why not?

He wasn't very good at dealing with those kind of things.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I loved Tosh very much.

He was an amazing and exciting man to be with.

But he wasn't brilliant at dealing with things he couldn't control.

It made him feel vulnerable, and he didn't like that at all.

-And knowing you were ill would have had that effect?

-Yeah.

And when that happened, he wasn't a particularly nice man to be around.

So, I thought it was best for both of us

that I just dealt with it all on my own.

Except he started to think you were having an affair.

Yeah. I was sneaking off to hospital twice a week,

receiving secretive phone calls about test results.

I can understand why he came to the conclusion he did.

So, he threatened a divorce.

That's what it was, really, just an empty threat.

In the end, I confessed, told him I'd been ill

but that everything was going to be OK.

How did he take it?

He was relieved I wasn't seeing someone else,

but hurt I didn't tell him the truth.

And everything was fine between you both since then?

Yeah, it was.

It really was.

All his stuff's here, so just feel free to...

Erm, do you know the code to the safe?

4-1-3-2.

Oh, er, Mrs Walker, erm, just wanted to check.

You sure it was Tosh who phoned you last night?

It couldn't have been someone else pretending to be him, perhaps?

Of course it was him. I know my own husband's voice.

Yes. Yes, of course.

ELECTRIC BEEPING

LOCKS CLICK

Whoa! Would you look at that!

The Santa Ana Silver.

Are you sure it's OK to touch them?

Remember, Florence, I know my way around old coins.

This is really quite something.

Barely a scratch on it. It's virtually mint.

Ohhh...

-Sir?

-Yeah?

-Divorce application form.

It looks like it was completed, but Tosh never signed.

So, maybe Naomi's telling the truth and it was a threat Tosh made,

but never acted on.

Ah, there you are. Oh, don't worry, it's fine.

Or, Florence, maybe she killed Tosh

before he had a chance to sign them.

PHONE RINGS

We should take this laptop.

Dwayne? How can I help?

Right. On our way.

They're ready for us on Newton's boat. Boats, boats, boats!

OK, Chief, so, the first thing you should know is that Newton

definitely had a clean-up in there.

The cabin floor's been mopped thoroughly with bleach.

-So, no traces of blood, then?

-No traces of blood.

But suspicious behaviour nonetheless. What else?

We found this. Sheath for a diver's knife.

But no knife.

And I checked with the guy who runs the fishing shop on the harbour.

This particular make of case would normally hold

a three-centimetre-width serrated diver's knife.

Same as the one used to kill Tosh.

So, no sign of Tosh's mobile phone here?

Afraid not. It must've been thrown into the sea with his body.

-Tweezers, please.

-Yes.

Thank you.

A-ha.

-What is it?

-It's a cheroot,

Florence. Like the ones Tosh smoked.

HE CLEARS THROAT So, tell us, Mr Farrell...

..why did you mop the floor of your boat?

It was dirty, so I cleaned it.

You were happy for the rest of the cabin to remain dirty?

I was going to clean the rest later.

Does this belong to you?

-Yes, it's mine.

-So, where's the knife that should sit in it?

I lost it a few months ago.

Only, the knife that was used to kill Tosh Walker is the exact

style of knife that would fit in this.

Must be a coincidence, hm?

Yes, must be.

Mmm.

OK. Let's try this last one on for size.

Tosh Walker - when was the last time he was on your boat?

He wasn't. I mean, he has never been on my boat.

-Why would he?

-So, this didn't belong to him, then?

Tosh Walker smoked cheroots.

We'll have to get it down to the lab to see if it's got his DNA on it.

But if it did belong to him,

that means he probably had been on board your boat.

Yes, and with the mopping and this,

and, er, oh, yes, let's not forget the phone call

he made to his wife saying you stabbed him...

..and that you had a very strong motive to kill him.

Oh, yes, that's a good one, as well.

If you take all that into account, it's not looking too good, is it?

But I was at Catherine's Bar when it happened, wasn't I?

Anything else, hm?

Oh, Florence, how are you getting on with Tosh Walker's laptop?

There's some interesting e-mails between Mr Walker and his son, Sam,

from when Sam was out here doing the prep for the salvage operation.

Go on.

It seems the original plan was that Sam would handle it all on his own.

But Tosh was getting worried Sam wasn't making quick enough progress.

So, Tosh came out here to complete the job himself.

Well, how was Sam about this?

At first, he tried to convince Tosh he could manage.

But in the end, he was quite accepting.

I'll keep digging, see if there's more to it.

Chief? I think I might have something.

-Yes, Dwayne?

-I've been going over Tosh Walker's phone records.

-The network provider sent them over. You see this number here?

-Mm-hm.

It's a Saint Marie landline.

It called Tosh Walker's mobile yesterday afternoon

at three o'clock.

Anyway, I traced the number, and it belongs to Jimmy The Fence.

Jimmy The Fence?

Yes, Chief. If you've got something that you maybe should not have

and you want to get rid of it, then he's your man.

I'll bear that in mind, Dwayne. And, so, what was Jimmy The Fence

doing calling Tosh Walker only a few hours before he was killed?

Well, hopefully, we'll be able to find out.

I left a message for Jimmy to call me as soon as he picks it up.

OK. Right, well, it's getting on.

I think we should officially call it a day.

Some of us have a stag do to organise.

Good call, Chief.

Right!

Now, JP...

..I'll be around to pick you up at 6pm sharp.

Make sure you're ready.

I don't think I want to go to my stag do.

Don't worry, JP. I felt exactly like you did before my stag.

-I was terrified.

-And how was it?

Well, it was one of the single worst experiences of my life.

But I'm sure your stag do won't be like that. Look, the thing is,

why did you choose Dwayne to be your best man in the first place?

Well, that's easy. You know, he's my friend.

My best friend, if I'm to be honest.

And, you know, he virtually saved my life once.

So, put simply, you chose Dwayne because you know you can trust him.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, you're right.

Yes. Thank you. OK.

Sarge, erm, see you later.

He's doomed, isn't he?

I'd say so.

But enough of JP's stag night,

I want to hear what happened on yours, sir.

Ah, believe me, Florence, you do not. And you know what they say,

what goes on the stag stays on the stag.

God help JP.

Come on.

Where are we, Dwayne?

You'll find out when you find out.

I-I don't like this.

Keep moving. It's just a few more steps, man.

I shouldn't have done this thing, man. Eh, what's that?

-That's nothing, man, keep going.

-Dwayne...

OK. So, are you ready for your stag do to begin?

-No.

-Good. Three, two, one...

voila.

ALL: Surprise!

CHEERING

You tricked me!

-Me?

-Yes, you.

-No!

Eh, this is amazing, Dwayne.

Go and enjoy yourself.

Hey, man! Yes, boy!

MC Humph has the tunes.

LIGHT POP MUSIC PLAYS Ooh, gosh, personal choice. Erm...

MUSIC: Wannabe by the Spice Girls Oh, dear. A bit embarrassing.

MUSIC: The Birdie Song (Birdie Dance) by the Tweets

MUSIC: Dancing Queen by Abba Right. Right.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS Yes!

Well, I must say, Dwayne, it's absolutely fantastic.

Well, you know what I thought?

I thought, "What would JP enjoy most on his stag night?"

And then it hit me.

Beer and prawns on the beach with his best friends,

proper island-style.

Ah, man, Dwayne, like, this is perfect! Thank you, man.

But if you really want to thank me, why don't you go and get us

-a couple of beers now?

-Hey, man. OK.

-No, really, Dwayne, well done.

-Thank you, Chief.

-Not a stripper in sight eh.

-Not yet!

No, you haven't, have you?

-Uh-oh.

-What?

-Look who's just turned up.

-Stripper?

-Good evening, gentlemen.

-Oh, Lord...

Commissioner!

Quite the party.

Yes, it's, er, JP's stag, sir. Dwayne organised it.

Yes.

-Very...impressive, Officer Myers.

-Thank you, Commissioner.

Well, I don't intend to interrupt the proceedings for too long.

But I wondered if I might have a minute of your time, Inspector.

Yes, of course, sir.

MUSIC OFF

HE SIGHS

I believe Newton Farrell is a suspect in the Tosh Walker

-murder case...?

-Er, yes, sir. Quite a strong suspect.

-Do you know him?

-Not personally.

But I know of his reputation. You, perhaps, aren't aware,

but as well as being Commissioner of Police, I am also

Chairman of the Saint Marie Cultural and Heritage Commission.

You are?

Where do you find the time, sir?

The Commission firmly believe that the rightful

home for the Santa Ana Silver

is in a museum on this island.

When we found out, a few years ago,

that Newton Farrell managed to get hold of documents

outlining its location, we were disappointed, to say the least.

MUSIC RESTARTS

CHEERING

And since, unsurprisingly, Mr Farrell, in the intervening years,

has drunk himself into a stupor,

Tosh Walker seized his opportunity

and claimed the silver for himself.

You and the Board must be very disappointed, sir.

It's the people of Saint Marie we feel for the most.

I'd be grateful if you would keep me

abreast of any developments regarding Newton Farrell.

Yes. Yes, of course, sir.

THEY ALL CHANT

I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.

Er, yes. Thank you, sir.

Erm...would you like to, er, join us?

No. I think not.

So, what do you reckon, Dwayne?

Hm?

Are you ever going to be attending your own stag do?

I kinda like my life the way it is, you know?

Not too many responsibilities.

And being here tonight, good friends, good food, glass of rum...

and that sunset...

what more could a man want, eh?

What more indeed.

OK!

-Another rum?

-Hit me.

-Yes!

-Another rum.

This is the best, JP. This is the best.

To JP.

Quite right, quite right. To JP.

JP!

JP.

Ahhhh!

Oh, let me let you in on a secret.

Hm?

You know how you tricked me earlier?

You see that bootleg rum Francois brought earlier?

Yeah, the rocket fuel.

-Yes, 99% proof.

-99%, yes.

Mm-hm. I made sure that every time I got the rums in...

I gave you directly from that bottle.

OK...!

-Yes!

-Then can I let you in on a secret, too?

OK.

I know.

Which is why I made sure I swapped drinks every time you gave me one.

Then who did you swap it with, then?

Cheers.

Now, this you have got to try.

No, no, no, thank you, sir. No more food. Please.

-Has that been fried, as well?

-It's barely touched the pan, Dwayne.

Sir, you know you can't fry everything.

This is a full English breakfast.

It is the only guaranteed hangover cure there is

and, in my opinion, the most important cultural

contribution my country has ever given to the world.

I don't know how he does it, either.

PHONE RINGS

Oh! I better get this, Chief.

It's Jimmy The Fence.

Jimmy. Sarge...

-Yes.

-Morning, sir.

-Morning, Florence.

JP!

-So, how are we this morning?

-Couldn't be better, frankly.

Yes, the Inspector was right to tell me to trust Dwayne.

It was truly the best night ever.

It was?

Florence, can I interest you in, er, some fried eggs and a sausage?

Or some fried bread?

That sounds delicious, but, erm, I've had breakfast. Thank you.

-Good choice.

-Chief? Chief, I just spoke to Jimmy.

Apparently, Tosh Walker had visited him five days ago.

Now, Tosh told Jimmy that someone was going to come and try

and sell him some antique silver coins.

He asked Jimmy to call him if that happened

-and he would see him all right.

-And did it happen?

Yes, Chief. That's why Jimmy called Tosh on the day he was murdered.

Jimmy had been visited by someone trying to off-load

15 silver coins stolen from the Santa Ana hoard.

Who was it?

The deck hand, Addison Patrick.

Addison?

We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions.

Erm, sure.

Dad, just give us a minute.

We, er, spoke to a friend of yours this morning.

A man called Jimmy The Fence.

He passed on to us some rather interesting information

-about you and a handful of silver coins.

-Tosh was onto you, wasn't he?

Did he threaten to go to the police?

-Yes.

-Addison, did you stab Tosh Walker?

No!

I didn't.

I wouldn't.

So, tell us, what did happen?

At first, I was only meant to take one coin

as a souvenir for the first dive.

Right, let's count this lot.

'I didn't think anyone would notice.'

And when they didn't...

You took a few more?

Seemed like easy money.

So, what happened?

I asked Tosh if I could stay working with him.

Thought I was onto a good thing,

earning a wage and taking a little extra on the side.

But he knew what I had done.

Got a thirst for more riches, eh?

The thing is, Addison...

..I don't normally employ thieves.

'He said I had two options.'

He could go to the police,

or I could give back what I'd taken on the condition

-he never clapped eyes on me again.

-So, what did you do?

I ran home to get the coins. came back to find Tosh,

-but him and Sam were having an argument.

-An argument?

Thought I'd see him later at the bar to give it to him.

'But he never showed up.'

Where's Tosh?

When I heard Tosh died, I didn't know what to do with them.

Here.

This argument between Sam and Tosh, you said it was serious.

I think so. When I went in to see Tosh...

he really didn't want me around.

Your bright ideas...

Addison, not now! We are having...

Do you know what it was they were arguing about?

I didn't hear it all, but...

I know it was Tosh telling Sam that he didn't want him

working with him any more,

that after this job they should go their separate ways.

He was letting Sam go?

He said he felt he was holding the business back...

wasn't good enough.

'How did Sam take it?

'He looked hurt. Really hurt.'

Why didn't you mention this before, Addison?

This is important information.

Because it didn't have anything to do with Tosh's murder.

Sam didn't kill Tosh. It was Newton Farrell.

Mr Walker?

We wondered if we might ask you a few questions.

Sure.

How did you feel when your father turned up on Saint Marie to

help you find the Santa Ana Silver?

How did I feel?

Erm, I was pleased to see him.

He was my dad.

Yes, it's just that we know that, erm, things hadn't been

great between you and your father for a little while.

-What do you mean?

-We saw the e-mails between you both

before Tosh came here. He wasn't supposed to be joining you, was he?

You were intending to run the salvage operation yourself.

But he didn't trust you to do it successfully.

And then we find out, on the day your father was killed,

he fired you from the family business.

That can't have been very pleasant for you...?

Er, no, it-it wasn't. Erm...

but it wasn't a surprise.

You know, Dad had had his concerns about me for a while.

You know, he said I didn't have enough drive and enough commitment.

But he'd said it so many times before,

it was water off a duck's back.

Even when he fired you? I mean, that must have hurt.

You know how my father got hold of the documents indicating

the location of the Santa Ana Silver?

He took Newton Farrell out to a bar and got him drunk

and then had me sneak onto Newton's boat and make copies of them.

That's what my father was like.

You know, at best he was underhand, and at worst he was...

an unforgiving and ruthless man.

Was I hurt that he thought I wasn't good enough to work alongside him?

Er, no, no.

No, not if being "good enough" meant I had to be like him.

So, let's run through what we know.

Addison Patrick stole from Tosh,

but insists he was going to give the silver coins back.

Naomi Walker lied to Tosh about her illness

but did come clean in the end.

And while Sam Walker was sacked by Tosh, he had little respect for his

father, seeming almost relieved that he'd got out of the family business.

They're hardly the most convincing set of reasons to commit murder,

-are they?

-Which brings us back...

-Once more.

-..to Newton Farrell.

Our prime suspect from the very start.

Not only did he have the motive,

but both the physical and circumstantial evidence is damning.

But what we have to find out is how he stabbed

the victim on his own boat while at the same time

he was witnessed drinking in a public bar half a mile away.

Newton, you've not touched your rum.

That's not like you.

Newton? Is everything all right?

I've done a bad thing, Catherine.

A really bad thing.

And then, what did he say?

Nothing. He just got up and walked away.

I tried to get him to stay, but he wouldn't listen.

That's when I called you.

-Thank you for letting us know, Catherine.

-My pleasure.

Newton Farrell is as guilty as sin, Florence.

It's virtually a confession.

Well, wait until you hear this, sir. That was the lab.

That cheroot we found on Newton's boat,

it did belong to Tosh Walker. His DNA was all over it.

So, Tosh was almost definitely on Newton's boat.

-But there is more.

-There is?

-They also found

significant traces of Tosh's blood on it.

So, do we arrest him?

We arrest him.

Don't try anything foolish, Newton. We got you covered.

JP?

Newton Farrell,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Tosh Walker.

Remember that cheroot stub we found on your boat?

We got the lab to test it.

And not only did they find Tosh's DNA on it,

they also found significant traces of his blood on it, as well.

Can you explain any of that?

Yes.

I killed Tosh Walker.

Please don't try and deny it, Mr Farrell, we've got lots of...

When Tosh Walker visited me two nights ago,

I stabbed him and disposed of his body.

I see.

Well, erm...

..maybe you should, er, talk us through it.

Why don't you start at the beginning?

We know you and Tosh argued that afternoon.

There was nothing FAIR about what you did!

Deal with it.

So, what happened, then?

When I left Tosh, I was still fuming.

Sam caught up with me and walked me back to my boat,

tried to calm me down.

'He handed me a drink. Probably the last thing I needed.

'I'd already had a skinful.

'Next thing I know, I'm sat there in front of Tosh's dead body,

'a knife in my hand.

'I felt sick.

'I panicked.

'The first thing that came into my head was get rid of the body.

'So, I took the boat out.'

And threw him over the side?

The knife, as well?

-Tosh's mobile?

-That must have been in his pocket.

Then what did you do?

I brought the boat back into the harbour, cleaned it up.

I mopped that floor as hard as I could.

Then I went over to Catherine's Bar.

I never needed a drink so much in my life.

You still don't remember the time you arrived there?

-You said it was 7.30.

-Well, that's what Catherine told us.

But we know that Tosh called his wife from your boat at 7.45

asking for help.

HE TAKES DEEP BREATH

Catherine must have got the time I arrived at the bar wrong.

That's all it could be.

Yes, I suppose she must have.

I know what I did that night, Inspector. I killed Tosh Walker.

And now, I must face the consequences of my actions.

Sir? We're off. Are you coming?

I might stay a little while longer.

Something's bothering you?

Yes. I'm not sure what. It's rather annoying, really.

Chief, you've already got a confession. What more do you want?

Yes, I-I know, but...

it's just...

how can it all boil down to Catherine getting the time wrong?

I-I mean, it can't be as simple as that, can it?

-Maybe it is.

-And it does make the most sense.

She was adamant, absolutely positive

that Newton arrived at her bar at half past seven.

But if that was true, then it means that Tosh Walker

phoned his wife 15 minutes after he died.

-And that's not possible.

-She's right, you know, Chief.

And you and I both know that dead people don't send text

messages or make phone calls.

No, they don't. You're right, Dwayne.

But what if maybe they did?

I mean, it's impossible, I agree.

So, he couldn't. But what if he could?

That would explain...everything.

-PHONE RINGS

-Tosh?

'I know my own husband's voice.' He's on Newton's boat.

He says he's been stabbed.

'Sam and I left him to cool down and told him to meet us at the bar.'

I know what I did that night, Inspector. I killed Tosh Walker.

Well, I had to give him a drink to calm him down.

No-one's here.

The question is, why?

I wasn't having an affair. But he had reason to think I was.

Not if being good enough meant I had to be like him.

The Santa Ana Silver.

The estimated value is about £300,000.

But it can't be, can it?

I need to phone a doctor.

Are you not feeling well?

Yes, fine. Sorry, not my doctor.

Oh, and also I need to gather the suspects together.

But why?

Because we've arrested the wrong person.

Good evening.

About an hour ago, we, er,

arrested Newton Farrell for the murder of Tosh Walker.

Now, the evidence against him was, erm, damning, to say the least,

and his eventual confession gave us all we needed to charge him

and make a successful conviction.

So, why are we all here?

Well, because it turns out that, er, Newton Farrell did not

murder your husband.

But you just said that he confessed to it.

I mean, why would you do that if you were innocent?

-Because he genuinely thought he had done it.

-But I did.

Er, no, Mr Farrell, you did not kill Tosh Walker.

You did dispose of his body, but you didn't kill him.

So, who did do it?

It was his son.

Wasn't it?

Sam.

You are joking, right?

Oh, no, no joke.

I'm deadly serious when I say you killed your father...

with a little bit of help from your stepmother.

-Isn't that right, Naomi?

-I'm sorry, me?

Yes, you.

It was the two of you that came up with the plan together to

murder Tosh and then frame Newton Farrell for the crime.

How could we have killed Tosh?

I spoke to him on the phone just after he'd been stabbed.

Ah, yes, good point. Erm, I'll come back to that.

For now, let's start a little earlier in the evening,

when Newton Farrell turned up at your boat and threatened Tosh...

..something that had become a bit of a regular occurrence.

It's not the first time it's happened.

Tosh Walker! Show yourself!

Newton Farrell. There's a surprise(!)

Now, you couldn't have predicted that it would play out quite

the way it did, with, erm, Newton punching Tosh.

But you knew tempers would flare between them.

So, then you took Mr Farrell back to his boat...

-He stole from me.

-..where you proceeded to give him

a healthy dose of rum,

because for your plan to work, you needed Newton asleep.

Now, not too hard to achieve.

I mean, he was already half-cut, as he was most days at that time.

So, a few more swigs of booze would just tip him over the edge.

And once he was out for the count,

I assume you went and found his diving knife...

and then planted it somewhere you could easily recover it

when you needed it later on.

That evening, you were meant to be going out to celebrate.

But you knew Tosh wouldn't be in the mood,

not after his run-in with Newton Farrell.

And as you headed to the bar, leaving Tosh to stew...

..you knew it wouldn't be long before he paid Newton a visit.

Which is the last time we seen Tosh,

so how could either of us have done it?

Because it wasn't the last time Sam saw Tosh. Was it?

Cos on his way to the bar,

Sam took a little detour via Newton Farrell's boat. Didn't you, Sam?

You followed your dad along the quayside...

and then onto Newton's boat.

And once there, with Newton spark out,

you took Newton's knife...

..and you used it to kill your father.

When you had done that, it took but a matter of seconds for you to

wipe the knife of your fingerprints and place it into Newton's hand.

You then took Tosh's phone.

Which would play a vital role in your plan a little later on.

And then you ran back to catch up with Naomi as she made her way

to the harbour bar.

All you had to do then was catch your breath

and enter the bar together.

So, as far as any onlookers were concerned...

you left the harbour together...

and you arrived at the bar together,

which means that neither of you could have had time to kill Tosh.

Then, when the time was right, I assume, Sam,

you reached under the table

and dialled Naomi's mobile using Tosh's phone.

This is him now.

Tosh?

And, Naomi, all you had to do then was pretend you were speaking

to Tosh on the other end...

Tosh?

..when actually all there was was...silence.

Tosh, where are you?

You then left the bar to go and find Tosh's body at Newton's boat.

Which is where things didn't play out quite as you'd intended.

You see, your plan was to stumble upon the crime scene

as you, Sam, had left it,

Tosh's body on the floor and Newton asleep with the knife in his hand.

An incriminating scene, to say the least.

And with the phone call you'd just taken from Tosh,

you both would have rock-solid alibis.

But that's not what happened, is it?

Unfortunately, Newton woke up...

..and, panicking, he disposed of the body.

So, by the time you arrived at his boat,

expecting to see Tosh dead

and Newton asleep with a knife in his hand, I imagine you must

have been shocked by the fact that the boat was completely empty.

There's no-one in here.

Suddenly not only did you both have perfect alibis,

but now so did Newton,

which has been sending us round the houses ever since.

You see, Newton was the prime suspect.

I mean, the evidence was stacked against him. It had to be him.

But he was at Catherine's Bar when Tosh was supposedly stabbed.

A drink.

Despite that one mistake, you still very nearly got away with it.

See, because Newton was so drunk that night,

waking up to find Tosh's body on his floor and a knife in his hand,

he came to believe that he'd genuinely committed

the murder himself in some kind of a blacked-out, drunken state.

Why would we kill him together?

Yes, good question, and one that had me very much stumped.

I mean, the murder could only have been committed

if you two were working together.

But why would a son contrive with his stepmum to kill his own dad?

Doesn't make sense.

And then it dawned on me.

Everything you'd told us about the events that night had been

a lie, Naomi.

The phone call from Tosh. The walk to the bar.

Nothing you said was true.

So, what else had you told us that might not be true?

Well, for example, the affair that Tosh was convinced you were having.

I told you, I was ill. I was getting treatment.

That's why Tosh thought I was seeing someone else.

That must have been tough, dealing with that on your own,

not being able to share it with someone. That's hard.

So I phoned your doctor back in the UK.

Are you saying I lied about it?

No. Not at all.

I was just curious to know whether you were on your own

when you were undergoing treatment.

Or was there someone with you,

someone who was offering the support your husband couldn't?

And your doctor said there was someone...

a young man he assumed was your husband.

And as there's only one other Mr Walker, Sam...

..it was you, wasn't it?

I mean, you've done a brilliant job hiding this from everyone here...

..but I think you two are in love.

Sam, you said yourself you were nothing like your father.

No, not if being good enough meant I had to be like him.

So, when Naomi got ill a year ago,

I imagine when she couldn't face telling Tosh...

He wasn't very good at dealing with those kind of things.

..she found a replacement confidant in you.

And that, it seems, blossomed into something much more.

You then realised that if this relationship was going to last,

you had two choices.

Option one, reveal the truth to Tosh.

How would that go down?

Tosh finding out that his wife and his son had fallen in love?

Not very well, I'd imagine.

He was an unforgiving and ruthless man.

I mean, at the very least, he would have disinherited you.

I mean, you'd lose everything.

And maybe even that wouldn't be enough for a man like Tosh.

Whereas, option two, if you kill Tosh,

then he need never know what had gone on behind his back

and you walk away with the Santa Ana Silver, as well.

Which is why the murder had to happen here on Saint Marie.

Tosh, he was penniless.

But you knew if you waited for him to find the lost silver,

well, then, you'd walk away with £300,000.

Not a bad amount of money to make a fresh start with.

It was a clever plan.

Very clever.

If it hadn't been for Newton here waking up when he did...

Dwayne, JP, do the business.

Good evening, Inspector.

And congratulations.

Good evening, sir. And thank you.

I wanted you to know,

with Mrs Walker and Mr Walker Junior charged with murder,

the Commission should be able to make a claim

on the Santa Ana Silver.

All being well, it will stay where it belongs - here, on the island.

So, thank you. I'm extremely grateful.

Any time, sir.

Right, jolly good, here we go.

There are bin bags. We have Marigolds.

And there are additional

cleaning accoutrements in the kitchen, should you require them.

But, Chief, do you not think that as I organised the stag party,

I should maybe be exempt from cleaning it up?

With respect, Dwayne...

I do not. Right, let's go to work.

You know, sir, there is one thing I still want to know.

-Go on.

-OK.

Well, what happened on your stag party that made it so unpleasant?

Oh...

OK, but not a word to the others, OK?

I promise.

OK.

So...

my stag night took place somewhere called Southend,

a little seaside town on the south-east coast of England.

Only, that's not where I was when it happened.

You weren't there?

-No.

-Where were you?

A place called Southport,

a little seaside town in the north-west of England.

See, I'd misread the e-mail, ended up going to a different town.

You missed your own stag night?

-Yes, that's about the sum of it.

-What did you do?

Florence, I don't know if you've tried to travel by train

between Southport and Southend at 6pm on a Saturday evening,

but it is a rather circuitous route. Four different trains.

What time did you get there?

2am in the morning,

by which time everyone was drunk and in bed.

Apparently, it was an amazing night. Best stag do ever, so I've heard.

I think that might be the saddest story I've ever heard.

And remember, Florence, what goes on the stag stays on the stag.

Don't worry, sir, your secret is safe with me.

Three! Two! One!

-This time next week, we'll be back home.

-Be nice to be back.

GUNSHOT

Sir, watch out!

Oh!

Humphrey!

-Yes.

-This is where they transferred you!

Relax, JP. It's a whirlwind romance. These things happen.

Do you think I'm getting married too soon?