DI Humphrey Goodman
You know, bizarrely, I'm the only one who never met Richard Poole. But during this case, I-I feel as if I've got to know him, a little - mostly by the effect he had on those around him. But it seems we all forgot one very crucial thing: he was a detective, a good one. Now I think he made a discovery, had a theory about what he discovered, and then sent home for evidence to corroborate that theory. And in doing so, he has, in essence, solved his own murder.
[at the conclusion of the case, the team celebrates at Catherine's bar; Dwayne brings a whole ice bucket filled with beers to the table.]
DI Humphrey Goodman
Man alive, that is what I call getting a round in!
[Humphrey is digging on the beach, alone, while the rest of the team watches.]
He said he didn't need any help.
DDwayne
Oh, he needs help, all right.
FFidel
Just wait and see, Dwayne. There's a method to his madness. [pause] Not that I'm saying he isn't mad...
[Humphrey lets out a triumphant yell.]
Humphrey
Found it!
[They all rush over.]
Humphrey
One minute, just hold on... [pulls a bag out of the sand, falling backwards onto the beach] ...and you'll be able to see!
DDwayne
How the hell did you know that was there?
Humphrey
Oh, come on! You all knew there was a bag buried on the beach, you must have done.
Humphrey
[hands it to Fidel] Go on, officer, open it.
FFidel
No, no, no, you do it, sir.
Humphrey
Oh, I don't need to. I already know what's in it.
[Humphrey walks off. Camille and Dwayne immediately crowd Fidel.]
[They all look inside, then look back at Humphrey in amazement.]
FFidel
[gleefully, to Dwayne] Method to the madness!