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("DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS" PLAYS)

(RADIO DJ)Oh, it's cold,
and it's grey out there today.

However, never fear
because Christmas Day

is less than a week away.

We're all feeling warm and cosy
and twinkly on the inside.

But if you're not, don't worry,
here's something

that will get you
in the festive mood.

Okay, but it's been a week now
and the water tank is still leaking.

I appreciate you've got other
properties to look after, but...

It's just... my girlfriend's
coming round on Christmas Day.

And she's not gonna be over the moon
if it's like Niagra falls in here.

(DRIPPING)

No, I understand
you're a very busy man, Mr Driscoll.

("DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS"
CONTINUES)

(CONTROLLER)Got a pick-up for
a Mrs Jenkins at 32 Wardsby Villas.

Going to Streatham High Road.
Any takers?

Four-one. I'm on that, Sal.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (AIR PUFFING)

(GIRL) He's seeing you.

Oy!

- (GIRL) Hey, go, go!
- (COLIN) You idiots!

(BOY LAUGHS)

(GIRL) Bye, loser!

(MELLOW MUSIC)

Four-one. I'm gonna need
some roadside assistance.

(CONTROLLER)Not again, Colin.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT SWEET MUSIC)

One day Colin... one day...

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(BLISS) Oh, champagne, yeah.

That goes right in the fridge.
Thanks.

I found Guy Fawkes
loitering in the hallway.

- Where do you want him?
- Down on the beach, please.

(BLISS) Great.

Oh, Mari, Mari, no.

No swimming please.

- The pool area is out of bounds.
- Why?

Cause it's all set up for the party,

and I don't want the tableware
getting splooshed with water.

It was never like this
when Mum had parties.

They were actually fun.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Philip.

You've a conference call coming up.

I never tire of it, you know.

(PHILIP)
Watching the old girls pass by.

Seeing your empire before you?

More like I'm reminded just how small
my part is in it all.

I think the shareholders
in New York would disagree.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You know, you just
can't get away with that anymore.

(BLISS) Excuse me a moment.

Honey, what is your ex-wife
doing here?

Well, I couldn't not invite her.

Bliss, what a wonderful party.

Better than anything
I ever threw here.

That's kinda what I was going for.

Then you've surpassed yourself.

(BLISS) Mm.

I'm going to see
if I can get a top up.

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)
God, this music's awful.

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

- (FAINT JAZZ MUSIC)
- (DISTANT CHATTER)

(RUSTLING)

Hello? Is someone there?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE)

(LOUD BANG)

Bit eager with the fireworks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SWELLING)

I... I don't know what to say.

It's my favourite.

And not cheap.

By deduction, I think I can guess
who gave me this...

Inspector?

Oh I might go over budget a little.

You are the Commissioner, after all.

I will enjoy it very much.

Well, that just leaves me.

And by process of elimination,
dictates it must be you

who gave it to me so, uh, let's see.

It's nice and soft.

Maybe a fancy new tie.

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

(NEVILLE) And it is...

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Socks.

You bought me plain, brown socks.

You see, I realised, in all the time
I worked with you,

I actually know
very little about you.

But then I remembered...

That I wear socks?

There's just something about you
that makes me think of... socks.

Thank you, sir. Much appreciated.

Right, time for a drink, I think.

Good idea.

Evening, Neville!

(NEVILLE) Evening, Catherine.

Four of your famous
rum punches, please.

- With pleasure.
- (CHUCKLES)

So, I hung a little
sprig of mistletoe above your table.

(CATHERINE) I thought it might
give you a chance to...

(CLICKS TONGUE)
you know, kiss Florence.

Right, I... I'm not sure.

Is that really my...
my style, do we think?

(CATHERINE) Probably not.

It would involve
you actually doing something.

That's a tad unfair, Catherine.

I did try and do something.

It's just events
conspired against me.

(CATHERINE) You haven't told me.

What happened that night?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CATHERINE)You were all ready
to tell Florence how you felt.

What I wanted to say was...

And then nothing happened!

I need a few more
rum punches inside me

before we open
that can of worms, Catherine.

Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

It's a divert from the station.

Party's over, I reckon,
guy called Philip Carlton,

looks like he shot himself.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BRUCE) There was going to be
a fireworks display

at eleven o'clock.

The man we hired to organise it
came down here a few minutes before.

(STUTTERS)
And that's when he... he found...

The victim owns the villa, you said?
It was his party?

It was actually his wife's idea.

Philip Carlton was
a well-respected business man.

(SELWYN) He owned
the Carlton Atlas Shipping Company.

Must have had
a few quid going spare then?

I'd say so.

Marlon, photographs, please.

(FLORENCE) And we should bag the gun.

(NEVILLE)
The villa's not that far away,

I'm surprised no one
heard the gun shot.

I was on the terrace.
I feel like such a fool.

- (LOUD BANG)
- (BRUCE)I thought it was one

of the fireworks
going off by mistake.

What time was this?

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- Quarter to eleven.

(MARLON) Uh, Sarge.
We got a mobile phone.

- (FLORENCE) It's locked.
- Pass code is four, one, eight, two.

I've been working with Philip now
for nearly 40 years.

There's not much
I don't know about him.

Looks like the last thing
the victim did

was to record a video.

At 10:43.

That's two minutes
before the shot was fired.

I, uh, I don't think this will come
as any surprise to you.

(PHILIP)I'm sure you'll understand
this has to happen,

right now, right here.

So, Mr Carlton recorded
these final few words.

And then, took his own life.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Philip...
(NATASHA CLICKS TONGUE)

always suffered from
"down days", as he called them.

And you're his wife, Mrs Carlton?

Ex wife, but I kept the surname.

After 40 years,
I'd grown rather fond of it.

I'm the latest incumbent, Inspector.
Bliss Monroe.

Oh, so you didn't take
your husband's surname?

No, I don't believe
in that kind of thing.

It's regressive and archaic.

Okay, sure.

What Natasha's saying
is Philip was prone

to the odd bout of depression.

And had Mr Carlton
been particularly downcast of late?

A little, I'd say, yes.

Dad always found
this time of year hard. Didn't he?

Yes, Philip lost his father
at Christmas.

(NATASHA)
I mean, it was years ago, but...

they had
a very difficult relationship,

strained, at best.

It haunted Philip that he never
made peace with his father.

I tried to get him
to speak to my therapist.

I told him he had to deal
with these issues.

Not bottle them up.

But he could be so stubborn.

And you think this is
what Mr Carlton was referring to

in the message he left?

It has to be.

(BRUCE) This afternoon,
he looked so lost.

I should've said something.

But I thought

he always picks himself up,
dusts himself down.

Always.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I've, uh, finished
processing the scene.

I'll get the paperwork written up.

And I'll speak to the coroner.

Poor family.

Some Christmas.

- (DISTANT SIRENS BLARING)
- (KEYS JINGLING)

(LOCK CLATTERS)

(COLIN) What are you doing
at your parents' house?

You're meant to be
spending Christmas here with me.

No, right, of course.

I can appreciate why
you'd want to be somewhere else.

So, maybe I should come up,
and, uh, be with you all.

No, no, I understand,
yeah, silly idea.

Proper talk?

I see.

Yeah.

Well, we can do that
when you get back.

Okay. Bye, love.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(MELLOW MUSIC)

(EERIE SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CAR ENGINE STOPS)

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

Let's go. See if we can't spread

- a little Christmas joy.
- (CAR DOOR SLAMS)

What do you say, Officer Pryce?

I'll try my best, Commissioner.

But I'm finding it very hard
to raise a smile myself,

dressed like this.

Stop complaining.
And put your hat on.

Now, where's my sack?

(PHONE BUZZING)

(SELWYN GRUNTS)

Hello, Officer Pryce speaking.

Uh, yes, he's, uh, he's right here.

Commissioner, it's your secretary.

She's got someone called, Interpol,
on the line for you.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

The hotel has a spa and pool.

And on Christmas day,
we go down the beach to swim

and eat barbecued fish.

It's just... I mean,
c'est juste parfait.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm a bit of a traditionalist
at heart, Florence.

When it comes to Christmases,

I like them cold and drizzly,
and grey!

- Hmm. Which I don't get at all.
- (CHUCKLES)

Well, while it's cold
and drizzly and grey outside,

inside, the fire's on,
and it's warm and cosy.

The smell of roast turkey's
wafting in from the kitchen.

I'm all snuggled up on the sofa.

My Nan's nattering away
whilst she sips her sherry.

Now for me,
that's"c'est juste parfaite."

- (CHEF'S KISS)
- Oui.

(CHUCKLES)

That's my family. I better go.

Yeah, um...
(GRUNTS)

(NEVILLE)
Have a lovely Christmas, Florence.

Thank you, you too.

Enjoy your trip home to Manchester.

- Thank you.
- You've earned it.

(LIGHT MUSIC)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

I don't believe what I'm seeing.

There's been a development
in the Philip Carlton case.

Oh?

Interpol received
a phone call last night.

A man based in London.

He'd been sent a Christmas card

claiming that Mr Carlton
was murdered.

(SELWIN) He's waiting
to speak with us now.

Okay.

Sorry, I have to ask,
why are you both dressed like that?

I've been asking myself
the same question.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

I thought it was a joke at first.

But then I looked up the name
and I saw this news article

about this rich guy,
Philip Carlton,

who'd killed himself
on your island?

Which is where this came from.

The post-mark's smudged,
but you can still make it out.

"Saint Marie."

And that's when
I thought to myself,

"This is not a joke, Colin.
This is serious."

(WHISPERS)
There you go.

Is that an elf?

Not a real one.

Mr Babcock.
Is there any reason you can think of

why someone
might've sent this to you?

No.

So you have no connection
to Philip Carlton?

Never met him,
or someone in his family?

I'd never even heard of the guy
until I got this Christmas card.

Well, we're gonna need you
to bag up the card

and the envelope,
and send it over to us. Okay?

Sure. Uh, just email me
the address.

Thank you for your assistance.

- We'll be in touch if we...
- (PHONE RINGING)

- need to speak to you, again.
- (MARLON) Hello?

Right. Um... bye, then.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

There's a chance this Christmas card
was sent as a joke.

Not a very funny one, but...

Even if it was,
what I don't understand is, why him?

Why send it to some random
mini-cab driver in the UK?

Uh, sir, that was the pathologist.

There's something
he thinks you should know.

"Postmortem lividity shows
that the victim's body

was moved after he died."

Possibly lifted and then dragged.

If the body was moved,
that means that someone

placed the gun
in Philip Carlton's hand

to make it look like a suicide.

And in so doing,
covering up a possible murder.

Which might explain
why this was sent.

If we have a murder case
to investigate,

then I suggest
we put on more suitable attire.

Sir, I'm not going home, am I?

For Christmas.

You're gonna want me to stay here?

Sorry, Inspector.

(SIGHS)

I'll call my mum and let her know.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PHILIP)
I don't think this will come

as any surprise to you

and I'm sure you'll understand
this has to happen,

right now, right here.

If Philip Carlton was murdered,
it begs the question...

Why did he leave
what appears to be a suicide note?

Yeah. I mean,

he doesn't specifically
refer to taking his own life.

He says, uh...

"I don't think it will come
as a surprise to you,

you need to understand,
this has to happen."

Could he be referring
to something else that had to happen?

But what?

(SIGHS)

We need to get in touch
with his family,

and let them know this case
is being treated as suspicious.

(NEVILLE) And we should contact
the head office in New York.

Search the house and grounds,

we'll have to go through
his phone and email records.

There's a lot to do, sir.
And we're a woman down.

I suppose, there is someone
I can think of

who we could ask to assist us,
a retired officer.

He's been away from the island
the last few years, travelling.

But, I hear he's coming home
for Christmas.

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Man, oh man!
It's good to be back!

Yes-i!

Dwayne! You're back!

Yes-i! And there's going to be

a lot of partying
on the island tonight!

Ai-ai-ai!
(CHUCKLES)

(FISHERMAN MURMURS)

Well, this I can't believe.

The Commissioner himself coming
to welcome me back to Saint Marie.

I'm honoured, truly.

- That's not why I'm here.
- Oh.

Not in any trouble, am I,
Commissioner?

Okay, I might've been
a bit loosey-goosey

with the duty free allowance
on the way back, but...

I wondered if you could help us out
with a murder case.

We are a depleted team,
and it's all hands to the pumps.

DI Neville Parker. Dwayne Myers.

Nice to meet you, Dwayne.

Oh? So you're the new detective, huh?

You're even more pale and pasty
than they said you were.

- Who told you that?
- I have my sources.

And this is our newest recruit.
Trainee Officer Marlon Pryce.

Uh, wait. Didn't I arrest you once,
back in the day?

Uh, it... it's certainly
more than possible, yeah.

Well, this is a rag-tag bunch.

(SIGHS)
So, what do you say? Will you do it?

The thing is,
if you got me working Christmas,

we on overtime rates?

I suppose.

And could there be
a little seasonal drinkies thrown in,

in the light of the sacrifice?

I am sure...
something can be arranged.

Man, he's more of a player than I am.

Is that a "yes", then?

♪ I've got a hard road to travel ♪

♪ And a rough rough way to go ♪

- ♪ Said it's a hard road ♪
- (DWAYNE) Out of the way!

♪ To travel ♪

♪ And a rough rough way to go ♪

♪ But I can't turn back
My heart is fixed ♪

♪ My mind's made up ♪

♪ I'll never stop
My faith will see... ♪

I'm sorry. Murder?

Why on earth would you say that?

The Post Mortem suggests
that Philip Carlton's body was moved,

after he died, which is suspicious.

Also, there is a man in the UK
who received a Christmas card

sent from this island.

Inside it was written,
"Philip Carlton was murdered."

(SCOFFS)

What man?

He's a mini-cab driver
who lives in South London.

His name is Colin Babcock.

- Colin Babcock?
- Mm-hm.

(SCOFFS)

Does that ring any bells
for any of you?

No.

Is this who you're talking about?

Yeah, that's him.

This has gotta be a joke, right?

I mean, look at him.
(SCOFFS)

No disrespect
to this Colin Babcock guy, but...

he's kind of a nobody.

(NEVILLE) Well, nevertheless,
until we can prove otherwise,

we can't ignore the allegation.

But who would want to kill Philip?

That's what we were
going to ask you all.

Is there anyone you can think of
who may have had a motive?

Well, we'll need to take statements
from each of you. And your staff.

And if we can get a list
of all the guests

who attended the party?

We'll also need to search
the house and the grounds.

You're not joking about this,
are you?

No.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DWAYNE MUTTERS)

What's he like?

The new Inspector?

Oh, uh, smart, knows his stuff.

But, um, he can be
a bit strange, you know.

Marlon, the English,
they're all strange.

Now let's get down to business,
I'll search inside the house,

you go outside
and do the grounds, alright?

(MARLON) Sure thing.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What?
- So...

while I'm out there
getting all hot and sweaty,

you're inside, where
the air-conditioning's on full blast?

I don't know what you mean.

Hmm.

- (MARLON) We'll toss for it.
- What?

- Heads or tails?
- (MUTTERS)

Eh!

Heads!

Hmm. Tails. You lose. I'm inside.

So you got moves, huh? All right.

(SCOFFS)
You win today.

(BRUCE) The estate is divided equally

between Natasha, Bliss and Marigold.

He had two phones?

One for work
and that one for personal.

It's six, two, four, three.

Seem to be a lot of recent calls
from the ex-wife, Mrs Carlton.

(BRUCE) Yeah, Natasha struggled
with the separation.

I don't think she ever
quite accepted it.

And the calls?

Most days,
after a glass of wine or four,

she'd call and just let rip.

(BRUCE) Philip stopped answering
after a while.

Let his voice-mail bear the brunt.

(AUTOMATED VOICE)
You have one new message,

received Friday, 12:33pm.

That's the day of the party.

(NATASHA SLURRING)
Why've you done this?

I don't understand

Everything is just for her.

That, that silly little...

witch.

What we had was so...

and you went and crushed it,
Philip.

I hate you for what you've done,

I hate you for what you've done,
I hate you...

I was feeling
rather sorry for myself,

overdid the vino at lunch.

Look, I'm not the first person
to drunk-dial an ex.

No, but you'd been
making rather a habit of it

from what we've heard.

Oh, Bruce has been
yapping to you, has he?

Good old yappy Bruce!

Mrs Carlton, you're obviously
still bitter about the divorce.

I am, yes.

(NATASHA) But if I was
going to murder someone,

it would be that vacuous Yank
he's shacked up with.

Look, what reason
would I have to kill Philip?

I still loved the man,
for God's sake!

If you still loved him,
and you couldn't have him...

That does give you motive.

No, it doesn't.

Not if...

In my heart, it was never
going to last. Him and her.

(NATASHA) It just wasn't.

You thought he'd come back to you?

I was sure of it, yes.

All I had to do
was bide my time and wait.

And everything would...

correct itself.

Except that now
that's never going to happen, is it?

(NATASHA) Because he's...

(CLICKS TONGUE)
gone.

He's gone from my life for good.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DWAYNE) Ah, Commissioner. Inspector.

So, how did it go
with the crazy ex-wife?

Probably best
if we don't call her that.

While Natasha Carlton
does have motive,

she also seems genuinely
grief-stricken by Mr Carlton's death.

What about you gents? Any news?

Uh, so we searched
the house and the grounds.

Took witness statements.
And spoke to all the staff.

And nobody knew
of any monkey business

going on
in the victim's private life.

Although we did get something
from the guy

who organised the parking
the night of the murder.

His name's Emmanuel.

He said he noticed
a car up on the hill,

close to the villa,
around the time of the murder.

(MARLON)And when he
approached the car, it sped off.

Did he get a registration number?

We got better than that.

He said the car was
a busted orange Triumph.

(MARLON) There's only one person
who drives a car like that

on this island...

Zelda Moncrief.

I can't believe she still owns
that old orange rust-bucket.

Who's Zelda Moncrief?

Calls herself an investigator,
but don't let the title fool you.

Zelda has her fingers
in a number of pies,

most of them illicit.

Yeah, she's got
quite the greatest hits list.

Dwayne and me thought
we'd pay her a visit first thing.

- Right, Dwayne?
- It's like I've never been away.

Well I, get the feeling
that this is as a good time as any

to wrap things up for this evening.

Sir, in the morning,
I suggest we do some digging

into the victim's background
and those closest to him.

(NEVILLE) Because, while we may be
looking for a potential killer,

we also need to find
whoever it was who wrote

and posted this Christmas card.

The question is:

just why did they send it
to this man?

(NEVILLE) Colin Babcock.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

Evening, Catherine. Busy tonight.

(CATHERINE)
The wanderer has returned.

So, Neville...

It's just us. No one will hear.

Please tell me, what happened
between you and Florence?

Do I have to, Catherine?

Yes! Or I'll never serve you
chicken and chips again.

(SIGHS)

Okay, well...

(NEVILLE)So I went
and knocked on Florence's door.

The thing is I... I had something
I wanted to... to tell you.

(NEVILLE)And I was about to do it.

I was about to tell her.

What I wanted to say was...

And?

(SIGHS)
Well, then Florence...

noticed something.

What is it?

A mosquito landed and perched
right on my forehead.

Ah, no.

(NEVILLE)
Well, Florence told me not to move.

And she was gonna bat it away.

But then at the last second
I sort of panicked and...

(NEVILLE) Oh, no!

I don't know if I've ever mentioned,

but I'm extremely susceptible
to nosebleeds.

And, and when my nose bleeds,
boy does it gush.

Ah, Neville...

So she insisted
on cancelling her date

and taking me to A and E.

While we were sitting there
waiting to be seen I...

(FLORENCE) Sir...

I just remembered.
What was it you wanted to tell me?

I kind of felt like
I'd missed my moment, you know.

Ah.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)

So...

what now?

Will you try again?

Well, when I watched her
getting on the boat this morning,

all that was
going through my head was that,

I couldn't wait
for Christmas to be over

and for her to come back again.

(SIGHS)

Maybe next time,
don't make a big deal of it.

- Just be casual.
- (GLASS THUDS)

Mmm. Oh, no, no.

- Oh, yes.
- No, I really shouldn't.

Trust me. You need it.

Okay.

(CHILL MUSIC)

(DWAYNE)
Okay, CJ. I'll see you and Bomba

on Boxing Day
for the poker game, hah.

And you tell Turtle Pete that I'm
gonna clean him out, oh yes I am!

- You better believe it.
- (CJ) Yes, sir.

(DWAYNE) Dum, dum.

(DWAYNE HUMMING)

One last little rum...
(GROANS)

(HUMMING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(MOTOR ENGINE HUMMING)

So I was speaking with JP last night.

- Huh?
- He was telling me all about you.

I bet. Me and him,
we made a good team.

He was like the ying to my yang.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

I've been kinda missing him,
since he went.

He was a sort of
a mentor to me, you know.

Then you were learning from the best.
Smart cookie, that boy.

Though he reckoned
I could learn a thing or two

- from you.
- Oh?

Said you had your own
unique style of policing.

Yes, it's called the full package.

(KNOCKING)

Watch and learn.

Hey, Officer Dwayne Myers, ey,

I thought I'd seen the back of you.
I should be so lucky, huh?

And a Merry Christmas
to you too, Zelda.

This is my colleague,
Officer Marlon Pryce.

Yes, I know Marlon.

(ZELDA) Hmm.
Still doesn't suit you, you know?

That uniform.
Still look like a little thief.

Uh-hum. Morning, Zelda.

Hmm. So go on now, what you want?

A man called Philip Carlton
was found dead two nights ago.

(MARLON)
We're treating it as suspicious.

Well, I ain't never heard of the guy,
so me can't help you, can I?

Oh, yeah? Well, we have a witness
who places your car

outside the victim's house
around the time of the shooting.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

Guess you better come inside.

Hmm.

You know I was just mixing up some
Creme de Ponche when you knocked.

- (DWAYNE) Oh?
- You want a glass?

While we're discussing matters?

- It's a bit early, isn't it?
- Mm.

Christmas Eve an' all, ey.

Well, I suppose a little
Creme de Ponche wouldn't do any harm.

- Voila! Coming right up.
- (CHUCKLES)

- You sure you should be doing that?
- What?

Drinking on duty.

Marlon.
(SCOFFS)

What you have to understand
is this is all part of my process.

Put the people at ease.

Make them think
that you're on their side.

By the way, you're driving.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

(GROANS)

(ENGINE REVVING IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE REVVING)

No, no, no, no! Please!

(DWAYNE) Quick, give me the keys!

The ignition is busted.

Zelda!

So losing a suspect...

that all part
of your process too, hmm?

- It's only my second day!
- (GROANS)

I'm a bit rusty!

Sir, I'm just going over

the witness statements
taken yesterday.

There are three people who
stood to gain from the victim's will.

Bliss, Natasha and Marigold.

Mm-hm. None of these people
have an alibi

at the time of the murder.

So, any one of them could've been
down on the beach

and shot the victim.

So Bruce Garrett is the only one
of the four who has an alibi.

(LOUD BANG)

At least we know who didn't do it.

Although, that said, he may still
have had a possible motive.

Really?

Last night, I spoke
to a couple of contacts

at the Yacht Club who had some
dealings with Carlton Atlas Shipping.

And they say Mr Garrett
had grown resentful over time.

Why?

Because while he remained loyal
to Philip for close on 40 years.

He was never anything
other than a salary man.

(SELWYN)
No shares, dividends, nothing.

Commissioner, Chief, we have
a real live situation going on.

Zelda Moncrief has done a runner.

How did that happen?

During an interview,
she hot footed it good and proper.

- Right?
- That's right.

And it wasn't our fault
in any way whatsoever.

I was putting out an all-port warning
when Reggie down the harbour

said he saw her getting
on a ferry over to Guadeloupe.

So Zelda was seen
near the Carlton Villa

on the night of the murder
and now she's absconded.

You two need to get
to Guadeloupe and find her, ASAP!

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

- (KNOCKING)
- (COLIN) Hello.

Oh, hi, can we help you in any...

- (LUGGAGE RATTLING)
- Wait! Are you...?

Colin Babcock. I know.

Bet you weren't expecting this?

(ZIPPER ZIPS)

(COLIN)
I thought I'd bring you these.

Uh, thanks.

But you could've just posted them,
like we asked.

I was going to, but...

this is probably gonna sound mad,
but I've never been to the Caribbean.

(COLIN) And I've always wanted to
and I thought,

now I've got a reason.

I won't get in your way.

I just wanted to introduce myself,
and I'll be on my way.

I'll get this
to the lab for processing.

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Hey, Dwayne.

Check me out.
(LAUGHS)

You get these on your travels?

Tahiti.

Oh, what a night that was.

I had my heart broken twice,
you know,

both times by the same woman.

Oh, Mahana,

what it could've been between us.

So what made you do it?

Pick up everything and set sail?

It was me and my father, Nelson.

(DWAYNE)
We had a lot of making up to do.

So, we thought we'd see the world
while we were doing it.

Is he back on Saint Marie as well?

No, he went back to London.

That's where home is for him.

Well, it's a shame
you won't be together for Christmas.

Yeah.

Well, we'll probably
speak on the phone, you know,

something like that. Hmm, yeah.

(MELLOW MUSIC)

Yeah.

Okay, thank you.
(NEVILLE GRUNTS)

Sir, I've been working through
the victim's laptop.

The last few internet searches
he made

were for this guy, Rufus Adler,
an actor based in the UK.

(SELWYN)
Doesn't seem to have had many jobs.

Why was Philip Carlton so interested
in some unemployed actor?

Well, I spoke to his agent,
who told me that

Mr Adler recently dispensed
of their services,

because he was moving
to the Caribbean

and according
to immigration just now,

Rufus Adler arrived in Saint Marie
a week ago.

This is his address, shall we?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Well, for an out-of-work actor,
Mr Adler appears to be

renting himself
a rather expensive villa.

(SELWYN)
Unless he's staying with a friend?

Hmm.

(NEVILLE) So how long have you two
been seeing each other?

Uh, four years or so,
very much on and off,

because we both travel so much.

We met when I was teaching yoga
out in LA.

And, uh, were you still
seeing each other

when you met
Philip Carlton, Ms Monroe?

The way I live my life is my choice.

Polyamory is not a crime.

I was just keen to know
whether your husband was aware?

He found out recently.

(NEVILLE) And you, Mr Adler,
you arrived on the island a week ago.

Two days before
Philip Carlton's murder. Why?

See, Bliss was having
a hard time of it.

So, I flew out.

A hard time?

(BLISS) Yeah, it's like we told you.

Philip was in a real funk,
at least the last month or so,

and I wasn't coping with it.

And now here you both are.

Having just inherited a third
of Mr Carlton's billion-pound estate.

How convenient for you.

Okay, stop.

You're gonna need
some actual evidence

if you're gonna
throw accusations like that around.

Not an accusation, Miss Monroe,
just an observation.

Get your things, we're going home.

(TENSE MUSIC)

- I don't think we should cook.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(BLISS) Let's get takeout.

- Love you.
- Bye, mum.

(NATASHA) Bye.

Oh, my God, Mum,
look, I can't believe it.

(MARIGOLD) She's moving him in.

We haven't even had
dad's funeral yet,

and it's Christmas Eve.

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

Okay, so Zelda had already
passed through passport control

by the time they heard
that we were looking for her.

Now, apparently, she was picked up

by a dodgy looking light skinned guy
in a vest, riding a scooter.

Did they get a registration?

Didn't have any plates.
But they reckon he was local.

But look, he could be anywhere!

(SIGHS)

- You know what?
- What?

- I think I might have an idea.
- Oh, really?

So, if this dodgy light skin guy
lives in town,

his scooter
has to be parked up somewhere.

- So?
- So...

if we walk every street on this map,

we are bound to find it.

- (DWAYNE) You know what?
- (MARLON) Mm?

That must be just about
the dumbest plan

I've ever heard in my life.

Walking every street
in the city with my feet?

(SCOFFS)
That would literally kill me, man.

Well, have you got a better idea?

- Uh...
- Uh...

Well, until you do, let's get to it.

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(NEVILLE) Okay, thank you.

The VP of Carlton Atlas Shipping
can think of no reason

why someone would want
Philip Carlton dead.

Particularly as they were
just about to throw a party

for his 40th year
heading up the company.

Bruce Garrett was
gonna organise a retrospective of it.

All in all, a well-loved CEO.

A distinctly different
state of affairs to his childhood.

According to this article,
Mr Carlton was six

when his mother died.

He was sent to boarding school
in England, where things got worse.

It seems he was bullied,
didn't make friends.

(SELWYN) He and his father
remained estranged after that,

spent the rest of his life
dealing with the fall-out.

All of which sets the scene
for a supposed suicide perfectly.

Whoever killed Philip Carlton
knew exactly what they were doing.

But who was it? Who shot him?

- (PHONE BUZZING)
- Oh.

Hey, Catherine.

Uh, yeah, okay,
I'll... I'll come over now.

Bye.

("JINGLE BELLS" INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING)

Inspector Parker?
What are you doing here?

Well, I know the owner and she hates
to see people drink alone.

Thanks.

Cheers!

- To a Caribbean Christmas, eh?
- Yeah.

So, explain to me again
why you've come out here?

Can't just be
because you've never been before.

Christmas kind of got cancelled.

My girlfriend made
other arrangements.

That turned out didn't include me.

Oof, I'm sorry.

Anyway, I thought to myself,
"Go for it, Colin.

Be spontaneous for once in your life,

stop living in the shadows."

Here I am.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

So Colin, now that
we've sorted your accommodation.

You have?

Yeah, oh, I forgot to mention, um,

you can kip at my place, if you want.

- Really?
- Sure.

Thank you.

Now, most importantly,

what would you like to have
for your dinner?

Do you do chicken and chips?

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

Oh! The English!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

It was him!
I... I saw him there, clear as day.

(BLISS) Colin Babcock.

What the hell's
he doing in Saint Marie?

He can't be here, he just can't.

I need to get onto Mum,
I've got to do something.

(STORM RUMBLING)

No!

Okay.

I reckon if I take this street
and you take the next one,

we meet up at the end, hm?

Ah, so, the dumbest plan
I ever heard in my life

got even dumber.

We can't search all these streets
in this weather!

So what do you suggest we do?

I don't know.

But not doing this
would be a hell of a start.

May I remind you, Dwayne,

that it's your fault
we're here in the first place.

And how'd you work that one out?

'Cause you're the one
who fell for Zelda offering you

a glass of Christmas punch!

It was early in the morning.

I wasn't thinking straight.

You know, I have no idea why JP said
you're such a good police officer.

(MARLON) You've lost us a suspect!

And then when I come up
with a plan to try and find her,

you do nothing but moan about it.

This whole thing
would've been easier without you.

Oh, well be my guest then!

(DWAYNE) I was only trying to help!

It's Christmas Eve,
if you haven't noticed!

- Dwayne!
- (DWAYNE) What?

I've got places I should be!

Dwayne! Dwayne!

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Here you go, Colin.

Looks like I've made a friend.

Oh, uh, that's Harry. He's my lodger.

(NEVILLE) Or maybe I'm his lodger?

Anyway, Harry, this is Colin Babcock.

- Nice to meet you, Harry.
- Oh.

(NEVILLE) Colin, that Christmas card
that you received.

Are you sure there's nothing
you can think of

that might explain
why it was sent to you?

No. Nothing. Really.

Hmm.

All right. Good night, Colin.

(COLIN) Thanks again.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(DWAYNE) My fault?
How is it my fault?

Some welcome home this is!

- (DWAYNE) Hey!
- (HORN HONKING)

Watch where you're going!

Right, when I get you,
I'm going to teach you

to show an officer
of the law some respect!

Seriously?
You didn't see me standing here?

(SINGING IN DISTANCE)

(CHOIR SINGING "SILENT NIGHT")

(PHONE BUZZING)

(CHOIR SINGING CONTINUES)

- (CHOIR SINGING CONTINUES)
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- (CHOIR SINGING CONTINUES)
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(COLIN GROANING)

- (COLIN) Help!
- (THUDDING)

Neville!

(NEVILLE) Colin!

Colin!

I need an ambulance.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Dwayne?

Ah.

(RAINCOAT RUSTLING)

Man, it's... it's really coming down
out there.

I'm completely soaked.

Tell me about it.

Man, it's quiet in here.

Peaceful.

My, um, my little sister right now...

(CHUCKLES)
She'll be going crazy,

refusing to go to sleep,
waiting for Santa to arrive.

I swear, man, she's a...
she's a non-stop noise machine.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

First Christmas I won't be there.

Marlon, I...
(SIGHS)

- I'm sorry about the...
- (MARLON) It's cool.

It's cool man. I'm... I'm sorry too.

I haven't been feeling myself lately.

The truth of the matter is,
my father,

the reason he went to London
is because he got ill.

And I mean really ill.

I'm sorry.

So why didn't you go with him?

(SCOFFS)

Because while I'm here,

I can pretend maybe
it isn't really happening.

So many wasted years, me and him,
not speaking to each other.

(DWAYNE)
I don't want to lose him, Marlon.

Not when I've only just
got him back into my life.

I know my father needs me,

but I'm really scared right now,
you know.

(MARLON CLEARS THROAT)

(RAINCOAT RUSTLING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

This isn't really helping, is it?

Okay.
(CHUCKLES)

Man, I'm not much good
at giving advice.

But you know, one of the things
JP taught me was that...

how as police officers,
we're there for each other.

No matter what.

Partners, you know.

And I reckon
that's all this is for you.

You just have to be there
for your partner.

Right?

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MARLON) Sounds like
the rain's easing up.

(DWAYNE) Well, officially,
it's Christmas Day,

and there won't be any planes
going back to London just yet.

So, I think, me and you,
should go and finish what we started.

But how, how we gonna do that?

It's like you said,
Zelda could be anywhere.

I'll tell you how.

We'll do it exactly
the way you said it.

By walking every single street
in this city!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

Morning, Inspector.

Morning, sir.
And, uh, Merry Christmas, I guess.

(CHUCKLES)
And to you.

How is Mr Babcock? Any news?

Well, the doctor says
he has a bad concussion.

But they're not worried.

Might take him a while
to come round, though.

(SELWYN) The fact that he was
the target of this assault

would suggest
that this Christmas card

wasn't sent as a joke.

I agree, sir. Plus, I found this
among his possessions.

Looks old, like he's had it a while.

I have a feeling
he knows more than he's letting on.

But what can he know?

Considering he'd never
even heard of Philip Carlton

until a couple of days ago?

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Oh, it's from the lab, sir.

They've found a match
for the fingerprints

on the card and the envelope.

So, who was it? Who sent the card?

I'm sorry, that just can't be right.

The evidence
is pretty indisputable, Mr Garrett.

But I swear to you,

I did not send some total stranger
in London

a Christmas card
saying Philip was murdered.

I mean, why would I?

As far as I'm concerned,
the man shot himself.

Then...

is there another possible explanation

as to how your prints
ended up on the card?

Well, the only thing I can think
is that someone's trying

to set me up here, to frame me.

But why would they do that?

I have no idea!

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

(DWAYNE) Marlon,
are we nearly there yet?

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

(MARLON) I don't understand.

The scooter should've been parked
on one of these streets.

It should've been here!

(SIGHS)

Maybe you're right,
maybe the idea was dumb.

- No, it's not.
- (MARLON) Yes, it was.

Look at us.
Walking all night and for what?

- (SCOOTER ENGINE HUMMING)
- Scooter...

- Where?
- Over there.

(SCOOTER ENGINE REVVING)

You know. It just could be.

Dwayne, Dwayne, come on!
Get up! Let's go!

- (DWAYNE PANTING)
- (UPTEMPO MUSIC)

No way. I don't believe it.

(MARLON) It's the scooter, Dwayne.

No registration plates. And look!

It's got a dodgy guy
in a vest driving it. Come on!

(DOOR CREAKING)

Anton, you find anywhere open?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Mm?

(CHUCKLES, MURMURS)

Can I tempt either of you officers

with a glass of Creme de Ponche, eh?
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

So, you want to tell us
why you were at the Carlton Villa

the night Philip Carlton was shot?

(SUCKS ON TEETH)

Zelda.

This has been a tiring
few days for all of us.

Please. Don't let this take
longer than it needs to.

I was there 'cause that Mr Carlton
was paying me some money.

She had this on her.

What was this money for?

I'd done a bit of work for him.

The private investigating
side of things, ey.

What work?

He had me find someone for him.

- Who?
- His son.

He had a son?

Hm, back in the day,
him and him wife have a baby

and give it up for adoption.

Him asked me to track the kid down.
Not easy, I tell you.

- But you found him?
- Uh-huh, some boy in England, London.

Goes by the name of...

Colin Babcock.

So hold on, if you were just there
to collect the money,

why've you been giving us
the run-around?

'Cause I thought
you'd pin his murder upon me.

Never trusted your like, hmm.

Never will!

Move!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I was travelling round India
after my A Levels

when I met Philip.
We were together for a few months,

and then the news came through
about his father dying.

So, we flew over here,

and Philip was made the new CEO
of Carlton Atlas Shipping.

It was in the midst of all that
that we found out I was pregnant.

The timing couldn't have been worse.

But you went through with it,

and then put the baby up
for adoption?

It was the hardest decision to make.

But considering
how young we both were,

and the huge changes that
we were dealing with in our lives,

you know,
it felt like the right choice.

And, um, all these years later,

Philip decided to start
looking for his long-lost son?

Yes, I think he hoped it might help
to bring some peace into his life.

So, you knew he was doing this?

He... he didn't tell
any of us, at first.

But I came across the letter
he was writing to his son.

(BLISS)I spoke to Natasha about it
to see if it was true.

They had a son.

But the letter never got sent?

No.

Why not?

Because it may have meant
that the billion pound estate

which was to be divided
between the three of you,

would then include,
a fourth party, hm?

Can you blame us? Some random bloke
getting his hands on our money.

So, what did you do?

We told Philip, in no uncertain terms
he couldn't go through with it.

I just feel I really need to do this.

Philip, you are being selfish!

This affects all of us, Dad.

We're putting an end to this.

(NEVILLE)
And he just accepted that?

Well, when he was feeling low,

Philip was not someone
to put up a fight.

He could be very easily managed.

So that's what we did.
We managed him.

So, if you're thinking one of us
killed Dad over it, you're wrong.

- Yeah.
- (NEVILLE) Well, you say that...

But why should we believe you,

when you've already
tried to kill Colin Babcock?

We bloody did not!

Well, someone did.

Look, I wasn't
trying to kill him, all right?

(GASPS)

I... I just thought if I gave the guy
a bit of a scare, he'd go away.

(GASPS)
What on earth made you think that

- that was a good idea?
- I... I'm sorry.

I just saw how angry you were

when he turned up on the island.
I thought I'd help.

Except, it all got out of hand,
the... the silly man fought back,

and banged his head
when I pushed him off.

I really didn't mean to hurt him.

Of all the idiotic things
you could do!

Mr Adler, you're gonna need
to accompany us to the station.

And Mrs Carlton, I'd like to suggest
that you take a DNA test.

Just to confirm that you
and Mr Carlton are indeed

- the parents of Colin Bab...
- I will do no such thing.

I'm sorry?

(NATASHA) I may have given
a baby up for adoption

but, I can tell you now,
it was not Colin Babcock.

(NATASHA) I mean, you've only got
to see his photograph,

he doesn't look anything
like me and Philip, for God's sake.

I really think that we're done here.

Come on, my darling.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

Hey, them ruin
your Christmas too, honey, hmm?

(CHUCKLES)

So, I guess we arrange
a DNA test for Colin and the victim

and apply for a warrant
to force Mrs Carlton

to take one as well, right?

I'm sensing the energy levels
are a little low right now, guys.

Sorry, Chief. We were
up all night looking for Zelda.

And I haven't had
anything since breakfast.

I must admit even I am not feeling
my usual sprightly self.

- (NEVILLE) You're right.
- (MOUTHS) Sprightly?

No way to spend Christmas Day, is it?

- Hello everyone!
- Catherine?

Now I knew you were all
working hard, so...

I may have accidentally
cooked too much Christmas lunch.

(LAUGHS)
wow!

It's only leftovers,
but there's more than enough.

Oh, Catherine, I could kiss you.

So, we're going to need
a table to eat at.

And, there's more food
to collect from the car.

- I've got the table.
- I've got the car.

- Excellent!
- (TROPICAL CHRISTMAS MUSIC)

And you know what,
personally speaking,

I've always preferred the leftovers

to the actual
Christmas Dinner anyway.

A bit of cold turkey and stuffing,
a dollop of piccalilli, lovely!

Catherine, this is a total feast.

You are a saviour, Catherine.

A Mayoress must look after
her team of police, no?

Oh, uh, there's seafood
in this for some reason.

Okay. Oh, this seems
to be full of seafood as well.

If you're looking
for turkey, Neville,

I'm afraid you might be disappointed.

A traditional Christmas Day lunch
on Saint Marie is always lobster.

Oh, yes it is!

What? No mashed potatoes?
No Brussel Sprouts?

- Brussel Sprouts with lobster?
- What?

Stop sulking, Inspector.

You're right, sir.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Catherine, this looks, um, fantastic.

- Maybe there is one more surprise.
- Oh.

Don't get your hopes up, Neville.

It's not your
Christmas turkey dinner.

But it is...

Chicken and chips! Yes!

(NEVILLE CHUCKLES)

You know what, this might just be
the best Christmas ever!

(LAUGHS)
Cheers everybody, Merry Christmas.

(ALL) Merry Christmas!

Happy Christmas, Neville.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(CALL DIAL TONE)

- Hey! Evening, sir.
- Oh.

Hi, Florence, uh, I just wanted to
wish you a Happy Christmas.

Thank you and the same to you.

I hope it wasn't
too disappointing for you.

No, you know what,
it's been all right.

Really? Even though
you were working?

And not home in
grey, cold, drizzly Manchester?

Well, despite all that,
I have somewhat unexpectedly

had a pretty good Christmas.

Then I'm pleased for you.

Um, Florence, there's something
I've been wanting to...

uh, to say for a while now.

Hmm, okay?

(SOFT MUSIC)

I've had a really great time,
this last year, in Saint Marie.

And a lot of that
has been down to you.

And I think us
spending time together...

Um, I... I've maybe grown

a bit fond of you.

A... a lot fond of you, actually.

So, I... I was wondering if...

would you maybe consider

going for a drink, or... or dinner
or, um, just... just a walk

on the... on the beach with me,
maybe, ever?

- Florence?
- (LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

Florence?

It's frozen! I don't believe it!

(MARLON) Inspector.

Uh, hospital just called.
Colin Babcock's awake.

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

I've had this ten,
maybe twelve years,

always makes me smile
when I'm having a bad day.

It's not a coincidence though is it?

That you have a photo of Saint Marie?

I never knew my parents.
I grew up in care.

And one day,
when I was feeling alone in life,

I decided to go looking for them.

And what happened?

I requested my file
from the local authorities, and...

When I went to collect it,

It had got water damaged,

burst pipe, ink had run everywhere,
you could hardly make any of it out,

just a few words here and there.

And two of those words
were Saint Marie?

At first, I thought it must be
a church or an orphanage

or something, Saint Marie?

Then I looked it up,
and I found out about this island,

and it looked so warm,
and sunny, and...

so far away from my life.

So, when you received
the Christmas card

with the Saint Marie stamp,
post-mark,

you wondered
if maybe there was a connection?

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you sooner, Neville.

I just... I thought you'd think
I was mad coming all this way.

I think if I'd never known
my parents,

I would have done whatever it takes.

So, do you know now?

The Christmas card, is it something
to do with my past?

It might be.

We're doing a DNA test to confirm it.

So, I might
finally meet my birth family?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(PUFFS)

The lab sent over the results.

And? Is Colin Philip Carlton's son?

It's really not a biggie.

It was always a long shot,

coming out here
thinking I'd find my parents.

- I'm sorry, Colin.
- Really, I'll be fine.

I'm used to
a few knock-backs in life.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

This Christmas card
has led us a merry dance.

(SELWYN) First, it was sent to a man

who appears to have
no connection to the case.

And then,
when we eventually uncover a link

between him and the victim,

it turns out,
there wasn't one, after all.

What are you saying, sir?

That maybe this really was
nothing more than a practical joke.

And we've been investigating a murder
when no murder was ever committed.

But, sir, the body
was moved after he died,

which means that someone
staged the scene

to look like he'd taken his own life.
We can't ignore that!

(SELWYN) But then we also
can't ignore the video message

recorded by the victim,
two minutes before he died.

If this isn't a suicide note,
then what is it?

I, um, I don't think this will come
as any surprise to you,

and I... I'm sure you'll understand
this has to happen,

right now, right here.

"Right now, right here?"

Right here!

- Of course!
- Chief?

I can't believe
I didn't notice it before...

Notice what, sir?

Well, it's what isn't there
that I didn't notice,

rather than what is there,
if that makes sense.

"Postmortem lividity shows
that the victim's body was moved

after he died."

I was travelling around India
when I met Philip.

Then the news came through
about his father dying.

(SELWYN) He was sent
to boarding school in England...

he and his father
remained estranged after that.

They were just about to throw a party

for his 40th year
heading up the company.

(NEVILLE)Bruce Garraway
was going to organize

the retrospective for him.

Is Colin, Philip Carlton's son?

Yes! But where? Where?
That's the question!

Where did it happen?

Why have you
been giving us the run-around?

Zelda!

You lied to us. You weren't there
to collect Philip's money.

You were there
to give him something, weren't you?

Zelda! Come on, please.
I need to know the truth.

And tell me where you were.

When you handed over what he wanted.

Down the bottom of the garden
close to the beach.

And where was Philip Carlton?

Him sat on a bench,
underneath this arbour.

- (RUSTLING)
- Is someone there?

Yes!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Inspector, if we don't know
what it is we're looking for,

how will we know when we've found it?

(NEVILLE) If I'm right about this,
sir, then I assure you, we'll know.

It'll be something
that pre-dates Philip's dad's death.

Maybe something
from Philip's school days.

Like a school photo?

Exactly like that, sir.

See, Philip Carlton...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Philip Carlton was murdered.

And that is a statement of truth,
it's a fact.

And yet, it's also a lie.

Let's go back in time, one week,
to the night of the party.

Just before ten thirty
Philip Carlton left the party.

And headed down here, to this bench.

Where he was meeting this woman,
Zelda Moncrief.

(NEVILLE)
Because not only had he paid her

to find his long-lost son
for him...

(SELWYN)Mr Carlton had also
asked her to acquire a gun for him.

Correct?

You see, Philip Carlton
had already made up his mind

to take his own life that night.

So, after Zelda left
and he was alone,

he recorded the message on his phone,

then he put the gun to his head.

(GUNSHOT)

So, the conclusion
that everybody drew

about the way Mr Carlton died,
was, in fact, correct.

One of our officers has just
finished processing this second scene

and can confirm that there are

significant traces of blood
on this seat.

So, the Christmas card was wrong?

Philip wasn't murdered?

No, the Christmas card is right.

(NEVILLE)
Philip Carlton was murdered.

But the man who
shot himself here last week

was not Philip Carlton.

He was an imposter.

That doesn't make any sense.

This is the real Philip Carlton.

(SELWYN) When he was eighteen years
of age, just about to leave school.

(NEVILLE) And although this photo
is nearly 40 years old,

I think we can all agree that,
that is not the same man

who was found dead on a beach
a week ago today.

Because this man,
the real Philip Carlton,

was murdered, nearly 40 years ago.

And it's that murder, in the past,

that I think the message
in the Christmas card

must be referring to.

Oh, the dig team is here.

Dig team? Why do we need a dig team?

Because we believe

that there's a body
buried underneath this bench.

The body of Philip Carlton.

Isn't that right, Natasha?

(TENSE MUSIC)

If Philip Carlton was murdered,
the real Philip Carlton,

it leaves us asking one question,

just who has Natasha been married to
these last 40 years?

Who is the imposter?

According to Natasha,
she and Philip met and fell in love

while travelling in India
after finishing school.

She was using her maiden name
back then, Berridge.

(NEVILLE) But there's one small fact

that's been left out
of the story all this time.

When Natasha met Philip Carlton,

she was not travelling alone.

We checked the immigration records
and when you and Philip arrived here,

nearly 40 years ago,

another person
with the surname Berridge

landed in Saint Marie
around about the same time.

His name was Andrew Berridge.

Your cousin Andrew, I believe?

And that's who
you've been married to all this time.

We loved each other.

(NATASHA) Andrew and I.

So, so much.

No one understood.
No one wanted us

to be together, and...

just because, because we were...

So you ran away together
and travelled round India.

We didn't know what we were doing,

we didn't know where we were going,

we just... all we knew was that
we could never go back home.

Then you met Philip,
a lonely young man, no friends.

We just let him tag along with us,

and then the news broke through

of his father dying
and his inheritance, and...

I... I realised you see,
that there was a new life

for me and Andrew.

There was a new life with security
and wealth and a future.

So, you let Philip believe
you'd fallen for him? Seduced him?

It wasn't very difficult, really.

I mean, he... he wasn't
very experienced with girls.

(NATASHA) And he was grieving
for his father, so I comforted him,

and I told him that
Andrew and I were finished.

Then we came over here together,
to the empty villa.

And Andrew followed a few days later.

By which time, I assume,
you'd already committed murder?

You and Andrew
lived the lie ever since...

with him assuming
Philip Carlton's identity,

enjoying the privilege and luxury
of another man's life.

Except Andrew always
struggled with it more than you.

The truth of what you'd done.

(NEVILLE) That's why he ultimately
decided to take his own life.

And the message he recorded
all the information is there;

if you know the truth.

I'm sure you'll understand,
this has to happen,

right now, right here.

Right now. Right here.

Right here!

(NEVILLE)
He was referring to the site

where Philip's body was buried.

See, I watched the footage again,
one last time,

and I realised something,

we may have found the
body on the beach,

but if you listen closely,
you can't hear the sound of the sea.

It's what isn't there
that I didn't notice

rather than what is there.

Because your ex-husband
shot himself on that bench,

not on the beach,
and when you found him, dead,

the gun on the ground,
you panicked and moved the body

to misdirect us away from that bench.

I heard the shot, the gunfire.

(NATASHA)
Just something in me, just...

I knew, I knew.

I'd always been frightened
he would do something like that,

because...

it weighed so heavily
on him, you know, what we'd done.

What I'd done.

(NEVILLE)So you dragged his body
down to the beach.

You restaged it
to make it look like

that's where the suicide
took place.

But none of this
explains the Christmas card.

- Who... who sent it?
- (NEVILLE) Bruce!

There was a reason your fingerprints
were all over this Christmas Card.

And that's because it was you
that sent it to your old boss,

the man who was
pretending to be Philip Carlton.

Because I believe
you were blackmailing him.

(NEVILLE) You'd stumbled across
the truth of his identity

when you were digging through
some old pictures of Philip.

And you came across
this old school photo.

We know you were already resentful
of the way Philip treated you.

(SELWYN)He was never anything
other than a salary man.

No shares, dividends, nothing.

And in that moment, you realised,
that all these years,

working faithfully, loyally.
You'd also been had.

You had two choices:
you could either expose him

and no doubt damage the reputation
and integrity of the company.

Or you could make it
worth your own while.

I know your secret.

So, we know that Mr Garrett here
wrote the Christmas card.

But how did it find its way
to Colin Babcock?

Well, I believe
the victim himself sent it.

(NEVILLE) After he was prevented
from sending the letter

to the child that he and Natasha
gave up for adoption.

We're putting an end to this.

His final attempt
at finding some peace with himself,

snatched from his hands.

I think this is ultimately
why he decided to end it all,

to take his own life.

And looking down at his desk,
he saw the Christmas Card

next to the envelope
with Colin's address written on it,

and no letter to put inside.

(NEVILLE)So, he took the card,

put it in the envelope,

and posted it,

knowing that this final act
of defiance,

would put the cat
amongst the pigeons.

And set into motion
a series of events

that would ultimately
bring to light the dark secret

that he'd been living with
for most of his life.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Make the arrest, please.

I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry.

I did what I had to do
to live with the man that I wanted!

Mum...

But I am sorry for you darling,
I don't regret it.

- (MARIGOLD) Mum...
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry...

Mr Babcock, I presume?

You're welcome here.

Good morning, Colin.
How're you feeling?

- Yeah, good, thanks. Better.
- Good.

Erm, what's going on, Neville?

Your officer who phoned wouldn't say.

Well, we did another paternity test,
comparing your DNA

with a man who was murdered
a long time ago.

And that man owned this house,

and the Carlton Atlas
Shipping company.

- Right.
- This is him.

The original Philip Carlton,
shall we say.

(NEVILLE) This man, it turns out,
is your father.

This is my dad?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Feeling a bit choked up
actually, Neville.

Well, brace yourself,

because I have some
other news for you.

How'd you mean?

Since you're
the sole surviving blood relative,

that also means,
you are the sole surviving heir.

Okay...

So, all of this,
it's all yours, Colin.

The villa.

The business. The money.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, right. As if...

You're serious?

Bloody hell.

Merry Christmas, Colin.

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(CHEERING)

Thank you Neville!

Dwayne.
(GRUNTS)

What you got in here, man?

Honestly, my entire wardrobe.

All the extra things
I'll need to keep warm in England.

Hurry up, Dwayne.
We'll miss the flight!

Yes, Chief, I'm coming!

Look after me old lady, you know!

No worries.

And, um...

I hope your dad's all right, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, um, so you know,

I think you're managing just fine
without Sergeant Hooper.

You just keep doing things
the way you've been doing them. Okay?

Okay, Chief.
Let's get this show on the road.

Yes!

Are you sure sharing
the flight back with Dwayne is wise?

A bit of company's
never a bad thing, is it?

Well, have a Happy New Year,
everyone.

- You too, Neville.
- You too. Have a good trip.

- I'll be back before you know it.
- Indeed.

(LIGHT MUSIC)

(SELWYN) Officer Pryce.

We have a small task
to finish at the Children's hospital.

Just as long as I don't have to
put on that costume again, sir?

Think of the children, Officer Pryce,
think of the children.

(SIGHS)

(CATHERINE) Something the matter?

I don't know.

(CATHERINE) What is it?

Neville kind of asked me on a date.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

We were on a video call.
The screen froze. He kept talking.

And I don't think he knows I heard.

Ah, so what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I don't know!

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Ah! So, um, Chief,
I should probably tell you

before we get on the plane
that I'm a terrible fidgeter

when I'm flying.

I'm like a trapped bluebottle.

I can't keep still,
except when I'm snoozing, of course.

But then I again I snore really bad.

So if I get too loud,
you might want to give me

the old nudge in the ribs
to keep me quiet, you know.

All right, Chief?

Oh, boy.

♪ You wondering now what to do
Know you know this is the end ♪

♪ You're wondering how you will pay
For the way you did behave ♪

♪ Well, the curtain has fallen ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ I won't return
Forever you will wait ♪

♪ You wondering now what to do
Know you know this is the end ♪

♪ Yes, sir! Here we go ♪