Netflix's three-part documentary on Amy Bradley grips with emotion but fails as investigation. Instead of cutting implausible theories, it indulges them. Witness accounts are treated as fact, though any detective knows memory under fatigue, alcohol, and hindsight is unreliable. Hard evidence is what matters, and the series barely touches it.
The "crew conspiracy" theory collapses immediately. Twenty-seven years, no anomalies, no leaks, no history of criminal activity among the staff. A smuggling plot would have required multiple conspirators, sustained silence, and operational risk that simply never happened. The idea she walked off is equally implausible: Amy was young, attractive, and would have been noticed-especially barefoot at dawn, carrying no bag, after a sleepless night. Male crew in particular would have seen her. She did not disembark unseen.
She was also safe on her balcony. Extraction from there was not possible without family or nearby passengers hearing or seeing. What remains, after eliminating noise and fantasy, is the only plausible explanation: Amy, overwhelmed, in acute distress but without a planned suicide, went overboard. No attempt to swim, carried out by currents, never recovered. Painful, but parsimonious.
Netflix could have told that disciplined story-constraints, timelines, elimination of the impossible. Instead, it served speculation. Compelling television, yes, but not forensic truth.
