All language subtitles for Death.In.Paradise.S13.Christmas.Special.2024.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta-eng

("Here Comes Santa Claus" playing)

Oh, boy.

♪ Here comes Santa Claus,
here comes Santa Claus.

♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane.

♪ Vixen and Blitzen
and all his reindeers.

♪ Pullin' on the reins.

Found it!

♪ Bells are ringin',
children singin'.

♪ All is merry and bright.

Hee-hee!

Excuse me?
Wait.

(Stuart) Oh, the hat. Of course.
Thank you.

- Looks good, huh?
- Yes.

♪ Right down Santa Claus Lane.

♪ He's got a bag
that's filled with toys.

♪ For boys and girls again.

♪ Hear those sleigh bells
jingle jangle.

♪ Oh, what a beautiful sight.

♪ So jump in bed
and cover your head.

♪ 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. ♪

Well, is this the business
or what?

(both laugh)

You actually look quite sexy
as Santa.

Hmm, so I should hope,
Mrs Claus.

Ooh, Santa!

Now, fancy a little ride
on my sleigh?

(laughs)

(Tony)
Ah, cheers, babe, yeah.

Yeah, so,
this is the actual outfit

that I wore
in the Christmas video.

I mean most people
didn't know who I was.

It were just a bit of a cameo
for a laugh, you know.

(director) So does it bother you
it never got to number one

back in the day?

No chance.

I made shedloads
out of writing that song.

I mean it's the Christmas gift
that keeps on giving.

I mean it were never
really about the charts

or the record sales.

The biggest buzz I get
is hearing it being played

over the radio every Christmas,
or over the supermarket Tannoy,

or some bloke banging it out
on a karaoke.

You know what I mean?

♪ A Christmas paradise in the sun.

♪ For me and you.

♪ Oh-oh, a-whoa-oh, oh-oh.

♪ My Christmas paradise is you.

♪ Oh-oh, a-whoa-oh, oh-oh.

♪ My Christmas paradise is you. ♪

He has really made
an effort with his outfit.

Oh, Stuart is nothing
if not committed.

At least he's not out of tune,
like others I could mention.

(both laugh)

Can you send me the sales figures
for the last quarter, please?

How you doing, Mrs Hammond?

You fancy having a go?

Oh, not sure
it's quite my scene.

Still working?

You're supposed to be
on holiday.

What about a rum punch
to loosen you up, huh?

Or maybe I'll just leave you
to it.

♪ A Christmas paradise in the sun.

♪ For me and you.

♪ Oh-oh, a-whoa-oh, oh-oh. ♪

- Right, that's my cue for bed.
- ♪ My Christmas paradise is you.

♪ Oh-oh, a-whoa-oh, yeah-eah.

♪ My Christmas paradise is you.

♪ I'll be good, I'll be nice. ♪

Yeah, Caz, I swear,
he's sound asleep in bed,

8:00 on the dot,
just like you said.

Excuse me, you haven't seen
a small boy, brown hair, freckles,

was playing with some other kids,
have you?

I think they're down
on the beach.

Yeah, Caz, I promise you
I have not lost our son.

Caz? Caz?

Ollie, are you down there, mate?

- Dad?
- It's bedtime.

The other kids are staying up.

Yeah, well their parents haven't got
your mum on their back, have they?

Please let me stay up.

Look, you don't want to blow it
with Santa

after you've been so good
this year, right?

Come on, let's go.

(mobile phone vibrating)

Yeah? Yes, Caz, yeah.

I promise he'll be in bed
within five minutes.

Give it up for Stuart, everyone!

(whistles)

Here, here, here.
Father Christmas himself.

- Ho ho ho!
- Whoo!

There is still time for you to get
your name down if you want to sing.

But right now we're going to do
Christmas Caribbean style!

Hey!

Oh, my gosh, you were so good!
You were brilliant!

I'm sweating buckets in this.
I might go and get changed.

I told you you'd be too hot,
you big idiot.

Hey, you can't call
Father Christmas an idiot.

(Kenny) ♪ Fa-la-la-la-la,
la-la-la-la.

♪ Don we now our gay apparel.

♪ Fa-la-la, la-la-la,
la-la-la. ♪

(Tony) Cheers, guys.

Hey, let me know about
the transmission, yeah?

Hi there.

- Excuse me?
- Mm?

I think there's a dead man,
on the beach.

(line ringing)

Sarge?

We've got a body
at the Paradise Bay Hotel.

(theme music playing)

(Naomi) Alright, Darlene,
I'm on my way.

Commissioner. You've heard?

Yes.

I thought we could head
over there together.

How are we going to do this,
sir...

...without a replacement
for DI Parker yet?

There's no local
senior detective available,

so I put in a call to London,

requesting a DI be sent over
as soon as possible.

(Naomi) Did they tell you
how long it will take

for someone to get here?

(Selwyn) No.

What with the Christmas holidays
upon us,

it won't be any time soon.

- (camera shutter clicking)
- So, what do we have?

The victim is Stuart Fullwell,

here on a Christmas break
with his fiancée.

He got dressed up to go to
the bar for a drink last night.

Half past 9:00 he headed back
to his bedroom to get changed.

Wasn't seen again
until his body was spotted

by one of the other guests.

- (mobile phone ringing)
- Ah, excuse me.

- Okay.
- Commissioner Patterson speaking.

(Marcus)
Commissioner Patterson,

it's Marcus
from resources and staffing.

Some good news for you.

We checked our records

and it turns out we already have
a detective out there.

Here? On the island?

On Saint Marie.

(Mervin) Yeah,
I'm at the airport now...

if I can actually get out of
the taxi.

Listen, mate,

I don't want to say
it's been the holiday from hell,

but it's not far off.

No, no, the...

No, the people are nice enough,
but...

...it's like everything moves
at half the normal speed.

Seriously, it's like
stepping back in time.

'Scuse me.

The important thing is
I managed to change my flight.

Yeah.

Of course it cost me extra,

but worth it if it gets me
out of here, right?

Hello? Oh, great.

You still there?
Yeah, that's the other thing.

The signal out here is terrible.

God knows how they manage.

Listen, I'm calling
the guv the second I land, mate,

let him know I'm returning early.

(incoming call beeps)

Hang on, mate.

That's funny,
that's him calling now.

Listen, let's grab a beer
when I get back, alright?

Yeah, see ya.

Guv, I was just talking
about you.

Yeah, yeah, I am
in Saint Marie now but I'm...

Me?

Listen, guv, I would love to,

but the thing is,
I'm actually leaving early.

Can't someone else do it?

But I'm actually on the plane
right now.

It's literally about
to take off.

Come on, guv,
you're not seriously gonna

make me get off the plane now,
are you?

Yeah, no, it's all good, guv.

Like you said,
hopefully it'll be done and dusted

and I'll be home in no time.

Okay.

Unbelievable.

Come on, Ollie, don't be shy.
Tell them what you saw.

So you're a sheriff?

Me? No.
I work for the local council.

Oh, oh, sorry, him.
Yes, yes.

He's, er... he loves cowboys,
all that stuff.

We're kind of like sheriffs.

See?

And you want to help
the good guys, right?

You were asleep,
weren't you, bud?

Yeah.

There was a bang outside, like a gun,
so I went onto the balcony.

(gunshot)

I saw this man. He looked hurt.
He fell back, didn't move again.

And was anyone else there?

Someone ran away
but I couldn't see who it was,

so I went downstairs
to the reception.

I think there's a dead man,
on the beach.

Do we know what time this was?

Darlene checked
the security camera footage,

and it was seventeen minutes
past 10:00 when Ollie appeared.

It only takes a couple
of minutes to get to reception.

That means the shooting
must have happened about 10:15.

Miss Reed, can you think
of any reason as to why

someone would want to do this
to your fiancé?

No. We've only been here
for a few days.

We don't know anyone.

Excuse me? Hi.

Um, I didn't want to say
anything in there

because it might be nothing,

but it's about Miss Reed.

Yesterday afternoon I overheard
her on the phone to her friend.

I don't know what to do, Ali.

Yeah, I just want it all
to go away.

(Kenny) She was in a state...

What am I gonna do?

(Kenny)
...saying she didn't want to be

with her fiancé anymore,

but she didn't know
how to end it.

I just thought
I should mention it.

Thank you.

(mobile phone ringing)

Shall I go speak with her, sir?

Officer Curtis?

Commissioner, we've had
another murder called in.

Only, the thing is, this one
is also dressed as Santa Claus.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know
I checked out this morning,

but now I need my room
back again.

Yeah, well, believe me,

we all get thrown curve balls
from time to time.

(door closes)

Look, listen,
you've got my number, yeah?

Well, just call me or text me
if there's a problem, okay?

Okay, thank you, thank you.

(sighs)

Commissioner Peterson.

Patterson.

- Patterson?
- Yeah.

Oh. Must have misheard.

The signal round here
is well dodgy.

This is
Detective Sergeant Naomi Thomas.

Inspector.

There isn't anywhere round here I can
get a takeaway coffee, is there?

Actually, you know what?
Forget that.

Stupid question.

Um, let's go and see
this dead Santa of yours, yeah?

Right.

Well, this is a first.

And the other guy, the other Santa,
he was shot as well?

Both in the chest.

We've asked the lab
to prioritise comparing

both bullets
once they've been recovered.

But the likelihood is
the same person shot both of them?

Inspector,
Officer Darlene Curtis.

(Darlene)
A pleasure to meet you, sir.

And you.

Our second victim's name
is Tony Hurst.

And get this.
He's a songwriter.

He only went and wrote
my favourite Christmas song ever...

"A Christmas Paradise."

Bit of a legend, then.

There's a framed platinum disc
on the wall.

(Selwyn) So, what do you make of it,
Inspector?

Inspector? Inspec...

Where's he gone?

Inspector!

Gloves.

I want to see what gift
our Santa is holding in his hand.

- (Darlene) His hand?
- Pen.

Ta.

I once chased a Santa Claus
down Oxford Street.

Shoplifting.

The department store staff
thought he worked in the grotto,

but it was just some bloke
in a Santa outfit.

Talk about hiding in plain sight.

Do you think the killer had
something he wanted us to see?

Please...

Don't do this.

I'm begging you.
You don't have to do this.

Just tell me what it is
you want,

and we can sort it out.

(gunshot)

Sir, look.

10:15.

The same time
our first victim was shot.

For real?

If both murders happened
at the same time,

then we're dealing with
two separate killers.

Who seemingly agreed
to kill their victims

at the exact same time,
in the exact same manner,

wearing the exact same costumes.

Interesting.

I just wanted to say
that we appreciate you agreeing

to stay on the island
and help us with the investigation.

Inspector?

Er, sorry, where are we now?

The police station.

(chuckles)
That's a police station?

Oh, that is the police station.

Right.

You're used to somewhere bigger?

Well... kind of.

And the team.

It's not just the two of them,
is it?

There is
another uniform officer, Dwayne,

but he's taken
his Christmas holidays early.

I'm sure he's earned it.

You do still have air-con
in there, though, right?

(Darlene)
Excuse me, Commissioner.

The press are wondering when there's
going to be a statement made.

There's already been talk
of there being

a Santa serial killer.

So who's your media and comms
liaison officer?

You don't have one of them either.

Inspector, we are a small island,
with a small team,

with a small budget.

The sooner you get used to
that fact, the better.

Tell them I'll make
a statement in due course.

Okay, sir.

Commissioner.

I've updated Miss Reed
on our second murder,

and we're struggling
to find any link

between her fiancé and Tony Hurst.

I swear Stu never met this guy.

(Naomi) We've checked Mr Fullwell's
texts, call register, emails,

checked his bank account...
nothing.

The only thing we do have...

...is this.

DS Thomas mentioned
about what Tony Hurst did,

about how he wrote that song,
"A Christmas Paradise," and...

♪ A Christmas paradise in the sun. ♪

(Naomi) This was last night,
at the party.

♪ For me and you. ♪

But we think it must...
it must be a coincidence.

So what's this I hear about you

not wanting to marry
your fiancé?

♪ Oh-oh, a-whoa-oh, oh-oh. ♪

What? Sorry, who are you?

DI Mervin Wilson.
Nice to meet you.

So apparently
a witness heard you saying

you wanted to end things with
Mr Fullwell but didn't know how to.

- That's right, isn't it?
- It is.

(Mervin) So come on then,
what's the deal?

Is he allowed to speak to me
like that?

Is it true?

I just...
I wanted it so much.

You know, to be married
and to have kids like everyone else,

but I just do what I always do

and stayed with someone
for the wrong reasons, and...

So you didn't love him,
you just convinced yourself you did?

That's...
That's why I had to call my friend,

because I didn't know
what to do.

Calling off the wedding,
that was so huge and...

Disappointing my family, again,

another relationship
down the drain,

and it just...
it all got too much.

And now that's gone away.

What? No.

No, I didn't. I-I wouldn't.
That is not what happened.

Commissioner?

Inspector, Sarge,
the lab's just called.

There's something
you might want to know.

(Mervin) Say that again?

The bullets recovered from both
victims' bodies have been compared,

and striation marks indicate

they were fired
from the same gun.

But that can't be.

Both victims were shot
at the same time.

How can the same gun
be used in two separate murders

that were committed
at the exact same time,

miles apart from each other?

I don't know, but that is
what the lab is saying.

(car departing)

It's over, Stuart,
you stupid idiot.

(Selwyn) I feel I ought to say,

on behalf of the rest
of the island,

this really isn't one
of our better hotels.

In fact, I would go as far as to say
it's possibly the worst.

Well, let's hope so, eh?

I'm still trying to work out
what its one star is for.

If you start to tire
of its charms,

there is somewhere
we can put you.

Good to know. Anyway...

If you don't mind me asking,

how did you end up here?

Oh, it was all
a bit last-minute, really.

And this was the only place
that still had a room.

I guess with it being Christmas.

I meant, um, Saint Marie.

Oh, right.

A mate recommended it.

I see.

Yeah, no other reason than that,
really.

But you haven't warmed
to the island?

Just wasn't feeling it,
you know?

I mean some places you take to
and some you don't, right?

Ah. And that's
why you decided to leave early?

Mm-hmm.

(mobile phone vibrating)

Sorry, gotta get this.

- Hello?
- (woman) Oh, hi, is that Mr Wilson?

- (Mervin) Speaking.
- (woman) Hi, Mr Wilson.

It's Angelique
from Cariba Car Hire.

Just to say we dropped
your car off,

and left the keys
with reception.

It's the same one you had
the last few days, the blue one.

(Mervin) Okay. Thanks very much.
Cheers.

(Brianna) Is that the police?

My name is Brianna Clemetson.

I saw the news this evening
about the two murders,

and I think I know who
the killer might be.

No, I don't know his name,
but I got the registration number.

♪ Christmas.

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

♪ Christmas.

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

♪ I'm walking down the street
with you. ♪

(Dwayne)
Ah, it really is the season.

Old man,
come and have a look at this.

Old man!
Oh, God, where he gone now?

Oh, morning, Bertrise, Winton.

Hope you'll make it this evening.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Oh, morning, Dwayne.
You coming to the Christmas fair?

Er, no, sorry, Catherine.

Me and my father
are going out on the boat

and we won't be back
till Boxing Day.

I wondered if the commissioner
might have got you working

on this double-murder case.

Why? What did he say?

It was him who signed off
on my holiday, you know,

and as far as I'm concerned
that's legally binding.

I haven't seen Selwyn.
I just know they're very busy.

Well, I'd made plans
to go fishing with my father,

and that's what we are doing.

If I can find him.

Oh, he's over there,
talking with Tyrus.

Tyrus? That toerag is shadier
than a palm tree at high noon.

'Scuse me, Catherine.

As it's you,
for an extra five dollars,

me throw in a box of crackers.

Me talking luxury brand.

Hey, what's going on here
with you two?

- You alright, son?
- No.

Officer Myers,
always a pleasure.

Hmm? Pleasure?

You still owe my auntie Delilah
a refund

for that old, broke-down,
rickety radio you sold her.

She didn't get a peep out of it.

Well, if she has the receipt
me be glad to exchange it,

but me na do refunds.

You don't do receipts either,
so go figure that.

And now you're trying
to fleece my father!

Just some Christmas supplies,
Dwayne.

A couple of bottles of rum,
some cigars,

so we can enjoy ourselves.

(Tyrus) Right.

- It's bootleg.
- Really?

Now you give him back his money,

or I'm going to arrest you
for selling counterfeit goods.

Your choice.

And a Merry Christmas
to the both of you.

And a Happy New Year to you.

And why are you dressed
like that anyway?

Haven't you seen the news?

What? No.
Me TV don't work. Why?

Then try reading a newspaper,
then.

And you, you didn't
even tell me you were going.

(Nelson) (chuckling) Ah, come on.
Stop it. I'm alright.

Yo, Anton.

Let me see that for a second.

(Darlene) I tell you, the island is
really shaken up by these murders,

and I have a list
as long as my arm of people

thinking that they know
who the murderer is.

I wouldn't be surprised
if Santa himself

doesn't make an appearance
at some point.

You're in early, sir.

We've got another one.

I was heading home after work.

That was the night before last,

when the other shootings
happened.

No problem.
Me have it all lined up.

I just need this sorting
before Christmas.

Tell her what time it was.

(Tyrus) 10:15.
I remember noticing.

And, er, any reason why you were...

are dressed...

...like this?

Me own a stall down the harbour.

Always like to spruce myself up
this time of year,

get the people in the spirit.

Too much gloom in the world,
right?

So what exactly happened?

Heard some movement over there.

Somebody there?

Then...

- (gunshot)
- Bang!

First shot missed me.

- (gunshot)
- Second one clipped me.

(gunshot)

Managed to get out the way
before the third.

And then what?

A car came round the bend.

Reckon it spooked
whoever was shooting at me.

I saw them running off.

Okay, Tyrus.

It's been two days, man.

Why are you only
reporting this now?

And don't go thinking
you can fob me off.

I'm not as easy-going
as this lot.

You see, in my experience,

people tend not to keep quiet
about being shot.

Unless they've got something
to hide themselves.

Well, I might owe
a little money, if you get me.

So at first I thought it was someone
giving me a scare.

A warning, you know.

But then I read about
the other shootings.

(Darlene) Inspector!
I've located one of the bullets.

I'll get it down to the lab
and then I'll keep looking.

But what if whoever did this,
what if they're still out there?

What if they wanna finish off
what they started?

Is my life still in danger?

(Mervin clears throat)

He's right.

I mean, how can we know for certain
they won't come back and try again?

He's gonna need protection.

But how are we expected
to do that, sir?

We're spread thin enough
as it is.

So, old man, what do you reckon?

Some fishing and then a beer?

Or a beer and then some fishing?

Definitely the second option.

- Yes I!
- Ah, hey.

Ah! So...

This is the life, eh?

You, me, and the sea.

Yes.

(both chuckling)

(man on radio) Lady Honoré.

Lady Honoré,
this is the coastguard calling.

Do you receive?

(together) Wesley.

(Wesley) You there, Dwayne?

Everything alright, Wesley?

Not for you it isn't.

I've got Commissioner Patterson here.
He needs to speak with you.

Oh, no.

Ah...

Are you serious?

I have to spend Christmas
in a safe house?

You'll be driven there now.

Now?

And who is it
I'm supposed to be protecting?

The subject is a man
called Tyrus Demille.

That no-mark?

We believe there is
a genuine threat to his life.

And what about my father's life?

We're supposed to be
spending Christmas together.

I got it all planned.

It's okay.
I can take care of myself.

Nelson honey,
don't you worry about that.

You can come and stay with me
and my aunties,

as long as you don't mind spending
time in a house full of women.

I don't mind at all.

(Darlene chuckles)

Dwayne, come on,
we need to get going.

We'll make contact
and update you as and when.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I'm spending Christmas
in a house full of women!

(chuckles)

Catherine.

Oh.

Ready for
the Christmas fair this evening?

We're ready.

But whether it should
still go ahead, I don't know.

You're not going to cancel?

People are nervous, scared.

Then perhaps a few familiar faces
might offer some reassurance.

Hmm?

- Yeah.
- Good.

("Jingle Bells" playing
on steel drums)

We really should go do our bit, sir.

You know what?

As quaint as that looks,
I'll just stay here and, er...

Commissioner. I called Darlene.
She's on her way down.

And the inspector?

(Naomi) Er, he's...

...building up to it.

Commissioner.

It's Brianna Clemetson.

You probably don't remember me,

but we've crossed paths
at church a couple of times.

Yes, of course.

I wondered if you had a moment?

I spoke with one of your officers
about the two murders last night,

but I know how busy you all are.

There's someone I think you need
to be considering as a suspect.

Let's go and find
somewhere quiet to talk.

(Dwayne) Imagine that.

Of all the people I get to spend
Christmas with.

Tyrus "the Tea Leaf" Demille.

What, you think I'm thrilled
about this?

Take a look at
the sleeping arrangements.

So where you sleeping?

In the bed.

I think we should take turns
on the sofa.

What sofa?

There's no way on earth I'm sharing
that tiny thing with you.

Dwayne, I know it's
not the Christmas you wanted.

But seriously, you need to stop being
such a baby about it, honey.

(Naomi) He's obviously used to
a more...

cosmopolitan environment
than here.

Is that DI fancy-pants
you're talking about?

(Catherine)
Naomi was just saying

he can be a little frank
in his opinions.

Huh!
Plain rude is what he is.

Honestly, he makes
another comment about

how nothing out here
works properly,

I swear I'm going to get
the pepper spray out.

Serious!

(Naomi) I just keep telling myself
it's just one case,

and then he'll be gone.

(Mervin) Okay, thank you.

Inspector, let me introduce you
to Catherine.

She's our town mayor
and owns the best bar on the island.

- Alright?
- It's so nice to meet...

That was the lab on the phone.

The third bullet is a match
for the other two,

which means for definite
all three victims were shot

by the same gun,
at the same time,

in three separate locations.

So riddle me that, DS Thomas.

Excuse me.
I'm a host this evening.

A pleasure meeting you, Mervin.

Thank you
to the Honoré Town Steel Band,

and now a very special treat
for us all.

Singers from
St. Xavier's Church.

(cheers and applause)

♪ O holy night.

♪ The stars are brightly shining.

♪ It is the night of the dear... ♪

- Hush now.
- ♪ ...Saviour's birth. ♪

(Selwyn) And this man who has been
parking on your street...

(Brianna) Lurking.

(Selwyn) Why do you think
he's a possible suspect

for the recent murders?

Because of the house
he's parked outside.

Old Mr Blanchard lives there,

and he works
as a Father Christmas

for the grotto at the supermarket
up in Port Royal.

Can you give me a description
of the man

you've seen on your road?

Yes. He's...

He's right there.

- Er, sorry... er...
- That's him!

That man over there
in the green hat.

He's the one who has
been committing these murders.

- (Selwyn) I-I promise...
- (woman) That's him over there.

The Santa killer.

(crowd murmuring)

What's going on?

I think they're saying
that you're the killer, sir.

Believe me.
Believe me.

Sit down.

This is crazy.

You don't actually believe her,
do you?

Of course not.

But I do need to know why you
were hanging around this street.

Unless you deny it.

Look, it's not illegal, is it?

I'm not actually breaking
any laws,

so... so what's the big deal?

This is a small island,
Inspector.

People talk.

And the last thing I need
is them talking about you

as a suspect in our murder case.

This is ridiculous. Alright?

I mean, it's nobody's business
what I was doing here.

Including yours, with respect.

- So if you don't mind...
- Inspector.

And with equal respect,
I'm afraid to say it is my business,

as your senior officer,

heading up an investigation

in which your name has come
under the spotlight.

I have every right to insist

you explain yourself.

Inspector...

...please...

...tell me.

Alright. Um...

I, um...

I think...

I think that's my mother's house.

Sorry?

My mum lives there.

(clears throat)
I think.

You think?

Well, I mean...

I'm sure she does,

but without actually
knocking on the door and asking,

I can't be a hundred percent.

I've never met her.

Yet.

Ever.

So...

...that's why you came out here.

And that's why
I was about to fly home,

because I realised it was
all a big mistake coming here.

Yeah?

And then my boss called
and "asked" me to stick around

and help with your investigation.

Look, I'm sorry, yeah?

I'm sorry if I scared that woman,

but right now

I'd rather put this behind us

so I can get on with the job of

catching your killer,

and then I can get the hell
out of here.

I'm gonna walk
back to the hotel, yeah?

Thank you.

(engine starts)

(snoring)

(Dwayne) Tyrus, please, no...

(deejay) Good morning to you.

It's a beautiful Christmas Eve
here on Saint Marie,

and I hope you're
all feeling excited

and looking forward to
the big day tomorrow.

- Yeah, like a hole in the head.
- (snoring)

Morning, Mrs Hammond.

Hi, er, Just to let you know

I'll be checking out
this morning unexpectedly.

I see.

I've got to fly back
to the UK today.

- Okay, madam.
- Work reasons.

Morning, Inspector.

Oh, wow.

That's a...
big breakfast you've got there.

So, that was, er, funny
yesterday evening.

Everyone thinking
you were the killer.

Funny?

Well, I mean not funny "ha ha"
exactly, but, um...

Funny. Unexpected.

Right.

The commissioner said
that there had been some mix-up

but it's all sorted now.

- Pretty much.
- Strange, though, isn't it?

Why she thought you were
the killer.

So, look,
a new lead has come in.

A publisher in the UK
has been in contact.

Apparently Tony Hurst
was writing his memoir.

They asked us to email over
the latest draft.

Said it was saved on his laptop.

Only, when I checked the crime scene
log Officer Curtis made,

there's no laptop on it.

See?

You think his laptop was stolen?

Oh, we're leaving?

But you haven't even
finished your breakfast.

(sighs)
Off we go again.

So I went back
to Tony Hurst's villa,

dusted the desktop
and surrounding area

for fingerprints.

And did you find anything?

Karla Hammond. Shoplifting charge
back in the UK in her teens.

And who's she?

She's a successful businesswoman,
runs an online luxury design company,

but it's who she was
that's of more interest.

Forty years ago,
under a different name,

Karla Hammond recorded
"A Christmas Paradise."

- She sang that?
- Mm-hmm.

And a few days ago
she arrived on this island.

Karla Hammond?

DI Wilson, DS Thomas.
We'd like to have a little chat.

And we'd also like to take
a look into those suitcases.

Well...

It's definitely his.

So at the very least
we're looking at theft.

Do you want to tell us
what you're doing

in possession of
Tony Hurst's laptop, Miss Hammond?

Karla, we know about
the memoir Mr Hurst was writing,

which I'm assuming
you must get a mention or two in.

You look very different
these days.

I mean to how you looked
when the song came out.

Unrecognisable.

It was 40 years ago, Inspector.

(Mervin) Yeah, yeah, I know that,
but it's more than that.

It's more than just age.

I looked at the website
for your business.

Impressive.

But there isn't one mention
of who you used to be,

you know, your past celebrity.

In fact, I'd go as far
as to say you tried very hard

to pretend it never happened.

Which makes me wonder if
there's something in that memoir

you didn't want coming out.

And what might that be, exactly?

That it wasn't me that sang the vocal
on "A Christmas Paradise."

That a session singer
recorded the song,

and I was just the pretty face
that mimed along.

And by that look on your face,

I'm guessing
he wasn't making that up.

I was a model back in 1984,

and the real singer,
they paid her off

because she didn't have the looks...
Tony's words, not mine...

and I was
offered the opportunity instead.

So why reveal it now?

Well, despite appearances,
Tony was in need of money.

His royalties didn't bring in
what they used to,

so he did a deal on his memoir.

The publishers wanted
all the juicy secrets.

So you flew out here to convince him
not to go through with it?

There's nothing
I can do about it.

The publishers have got it.

Please, Tony, I'm begging you.

And you're right.

The last thing I need is
to be thrust into the spotlight

after all these years,
press at my door,

photo in the news,
outing me as a liar.

I don't need to be made
a fool of, Inspector.

The ditzy model
who mimed along to a pop song.

Well, obviously I'm not her anymore.

So how did you get hold
of his laptop, then?

That night, I admit,

I went to see Tony again.

Tony, I am not gonna
take no for an...

But when I got to his villa,
he was already dead.

And I realised nobody else knew
I was here on the island,

and if I took the only copy
of the memoir,

no one would ever know
where it went.

And your secret would be safe.

(sighs)

(Naomi) Darlene, we're emailing over
a copy of Tony Hurst's memoir.

We need you to tell us
exactly what it says

about Karla Hammond.

(Darlene) Doing it right now, honey.

- See you soon.
- (mobile phone vibrating)

Oh, what does he want now?

Dwayne, is everything alright?

(Dwayne) Yes, Darlene.

I'm just having some tinned soup.

(Darlene) And you called me
to tell me that?

Honestly, honey, I am in the middle
of a murder investigation here.

Okay, look,
I was asking after my father.

How's he doing?

He's at my auntie's right now.

But why don't
you just give him a call?

I'm sure he's missing you.

(mobile phone vibrating)

(Dwayne) Is everything okay?

Everything's just great, Dwayne.

Darlene's family are
really looking after me.

Oh, lucky you.

That's good of you, Tanisha.

(Dwayne) It's very noisy there.

Is that a party going on?

I guess you could call it a kind
of party.

I mean, not a big one.

- (woman) Let's start now.
- Be right with you.

Look, I'd better go, son.

Sounds like
my barbecued lobster is ready.

- Lobster?
- Bye, Dwayne.

Lobster.

(horn honks)

Tyrus? Tyrus?

Oh, you legend.

Really appreciate
you doing this for me, man.

- Me owe ya.
- Hey!

What in blazes is going on here?
Who's that?

Oh, just a friend of mine.

He getting me some last-minute
Christmas shopping.

A few presents me ask him
to pick up.

And how did he know
you was here?

Well, I might have used
your phone to call him

when you weren't looking.

And compromise your own safety?

Marcel's cool, man.
He na tell.

Who are these presents for?

No one. Just gifts.

- Show me.
- No, it's personal.

Tyrus.

(dog yelps)

What kind of Christmas present
is that?

It's for me daughter.
She really wanted a puppy.

I didn't know you had
a daughter.

Well, now you do.

So how was you going to
get them to her

if you're stuck out here
with me, hmm?

You were gonna make a break
for it, wasn't you?

Now I'm going to have
to confiscate the puppy!

No way, man!

Tyrus, I'm here to protect you,

and I can't do that
if you go off gallivanting.

(dog whining)

Ch-ch-ch-ch!

(sighs)

Now I've got to look after
the both of you, huh?

(Mervin)
So what have we got?

We've got three victims
in Santa Claus outfits,

all of whom
were shot with the same gun,

at the same time,
in three different locations.

Stuart Fullwell was at his hotel.

(gunshot)

Tony Hurst was at his villa.

Don't do this.

(gunshot)

And Tyrus Demille
was walking home.

(gunshot)

So, the question is, how?

How did our killer manage
to fire the same gun

in three different locations
at the exact same time?

And what does our killer
have against people

dressed as Santa Claus?

I have another question.

Um... why are we here?

And I don't mean in a "What's the
meaning of life?" kind of way.

Just why are we here, in the market,

and not at the police station?

That's usually
where we do this kind of thing.

Ah, yeah, right.
Um, I just prefer it here.

Right.

Yeah, reminds me a bit
of being back in London.

I find it easier to think
when there's busyness, you know,

people about, bustle, noise.

You're missing it there?

I'm looking forward to getting back,
put it that way.

So what's a Mervin Wilson
Christmas like back in London?

Nothing special, really.
Quiet.

Thought you didn't like quiet.

I work over Christmas, usually.

I take the Christmas Day shift.

How come?

I live alone.

So... yeah.

What about you?

What does a DS Thomas Christmas
look like?

Well, if I can,
I go back to St. Barnabas.

That's where I grew up.

Spend it with my family,
my uncle's family, um...

Nothing special, you know.

We spend the day cooking,
talking.

That's what Christmas is about.

Spending time with the people
who love you.

Right?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

- So what's he called, then?
- Huh?

Your puppy.

Er... Tyrus.

(chuckles)
You named him after a fool?

(laughs)

It's so she remembers me.

Jasmine.

Me and her mother
aren't together anymore,

so she na see me as much.

That's why I got her
all those presents.

I just really wanted to make it
a special day, you know?

I'd made plans like that myself.

Me and my father,
just the two of us.

Hm.

Well, I guess we're
both missing out this Christmas.

Stuck in here.

(woman) Everything alright?

Commissioner Patterson said
you know someone on this street.

It's not Dorna, is it?

Dorna Bray, yeah.
You know her?

I just came to visit her.

I'm sorry, but Dorna passed away.

A few months back, it was.

Are you a friend of hers?

Um... no, n-not really.

Thanks anyway.
Sorry to disturb you.

(engine starts)

(line ringing)

- (mobile phone ringing)
- Excuse me. I'll come back.

I have to take this.

Miss Clemetson?
Is everything alright?

(mobile phone vibrating)

Hey!
How's the party going?

Oh, it's alright, you know.

- Everyone is enjoying themselves.
- Are you okay?

Don't forget,
if you're not feeling well,

take one of your tablets,
you know.

No, I'm alright.

It's just it's not the same, is it?

It's someone else's family.

- At Christmas, anyway.
- Tell me about it.

I know it wasn't
what we planned, you know.

But hey...
maybe next year, huh?

Yeah. Maybe next year.

(knocking on door)

- (Mervin) Commissioner.
- May I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Excuse the, er, mess.

I think it's actually worse
on the inside than the outside.

Yeah.
Quite an achievement, right?

I didn't realise
your mother was Dorna Bray.

I-I didn't know her well, but...

I'm so sorry.

Ah, don't worry about it.

It's all good. I'm fine.

Really.

I mean, I didn't
actually know her, did I?

So, um, nothing has changed
as far as I'm concerned.

It's hard to know what to do
in such circumstances,

but I've always believed

that actions do speak
louder than words.

I think we should move you
somewhere more comfortable.

(gentle music playing)

Alright, mate?

What's your name, then?

(mobile phone vibrating)

DS Thomas. What you got?

Merry Christmas, sir.

(Mervin) Oh. Oh yeah,
I forgot about that.

Um, same to you.

Merry Christmas, Inspector!

I-Is this, um,
just seasons greetings,

or is this a work call?

You need to get over here, sir.
I've got a lead for you.

(line clicks)

Sir?

Sir, can you...?

I think he already hung up.

(Tyrus) Dwayne.

- Oh.
- What you doing out here?

Nothing.

I was just sitting here thinking.

Christmas is such
a precious thing,

and I don't think me and my father
have many left.

His health, you know?

Sorry.

I'm worried this might be
the last Christmas Day

we spend together.

Ah!

He's on time.

Punctuality has never been
his strongest point.

What's... What's going on?

Tyrus, I want to spend
Christmas Day with my father,

and you want to spend it
with your daughter.

So we're going to
make it happen.

What? What...

Yes.

♪ There is a winter wonderland.

♪ And it's an island in the sun. ♪

Ahh. Now that's what
I call a Merry Christmas!

Yes I.

Yes I!

Yes I.

♪ Giant celebration,
make the world better.

♪ Light of my life, make my
tropical dream come true.

♪ Christmas paradise in the sun.

♪ What you saying?
Come again?

♪ She's my Christmas paradise,
my sugar and spice.

♪ Yeah, yeah.

♪ She's my Christmas paradise. ♪

(Darlene) ♪ She's my Christmas
paradise, my sugar and spice. ♪

(humming)

So I've been speaking with
Tony Hurst's record company,

and Kenny Simmons sampled the chorus
from "A Christmas Paradise"

and used it in a track
he released on social media.

Six million likes.

It was going to be a big hit
for Kenny.

Going to be?

Well, Kenny initially
released the track

without ever seeking
Tony Hurst's permission

to use the sample.

When the song started
getting some attention,

the record company became aware.

And Tony Hurst refused
to grant it, right?

Unless it was for the right fee,
which Kenny couldn't afford.

And now Tony Hurst is dead.

According to Kenny's lawyers,

the record company are keen
to get the process moving again.

I bet they are.

Do we really have to do this now?

It's Christmas Day.

There's children in there
waiting for their presents.

And how thrilled will
their parents be if they find out

the police let an unknown killer
play Santa's little helper?

I didn't kill anyone.

But you have benefitted from
Tony Hurst's death, haven't you?

Your song.

Tony Hurst ruined any chance
of it being released.

But that's all changed now,
hasn't it?

Now he's no longer with us.

Well, nothing's been signed,
alright?

These things are complicated.

Well, not in your case
they're not.

You see, we've spoken
to the record company,

and we know they're keen,
and you're definitely keen.

So let's skip the modesty, yeah?

Because you're about to become
seriously minted, right?

I could do alright for myself.

Give me what I've always wanted.
A singing career.

Make something of my life.

Leave all this behind, yeah?

I guess.

Look, you can deny

actually murdering Mr Hurst,

because of course you would,

but don't tell me his death
isn't something you desired.

Because it's about to change

your whole life.

I didn't kill him.
I have to get back to work.

Inspector, I found something
in Tony Hurst's memoir.

It's to do with Jamie Barton.

Just got to nip out for a bit,
bud, okay?

But you said you would play.

Yeah, I will.
As soon as I get back, alright?

I promise.

I won't be long.

(door opens)

(Naomi)
This can't be a coincidence,

that he's here on the island
and never even mentioned it to us.

Sir...

That's not gonna
make it come any quicker.

(continues pushing button)

Hm!

(Ollie) Who is it?

Ollie, it's the police.

Do you remember me
from the other day? DS Thomas.

Happy Christmas.

Did Santa bring you that?

You look like a real sheriff now.

You want to get to the point?

With respect, Inspector,
maybe just zip it right now.

So, er, is your dad not here?

He's downstairs.

Okay.

Um, why don't you guys go and look
if you can find Mr Barton,

and I'll stay here with Ollie.

Please don't do that, Mr Barton!

- Put the gun down.
- I wasn't gonna, I swear.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
That's not who I am.

Then put it down.

Now step away.

This isn't what you think.

I know it looks bad now, but...

We know about your mum,
Mr Barton.

She sang that famous song
that Tony Hurst wrote.

Are you telling me it's pure chance

that you're here on this island
and he's been shot?

And now we find a gun.
Is that what you're telling me?

I just wanted money.

That's all.
What she's owed.

He made a fortune off that song
and she got nothing.

The only reason I came here
was for the money.

All Mum wanted was to sing.

That was her dream.

And when her big chance came along,
he goes and steals it from her.

It's because of him,
it's because of what he did

that she started drinking.

And now she's ill.

And she needs help,
and I can't afford it.

But he can.

(mobile phone vibrating)

- Yeah, what you got?
- Apparently Jamie has a gun.

Did Ollie tell you that?

(Naomi) He found it
the night of the murder.

Thought it was a toy, only...

He said he was playing cowboys
with Mr Fullwell that night,

and that he pretended
to shoot him with it.

♪ My Christmas paradise,
oh-oh... ♪

- Bang! Bang!
- Hey!

You can't shoot
Father Christmas.

I'll put you
on the naughty list.

(Mervin) Okay. Thank you.

What's going on?

(Mervin)
Ollie said he found your gun,

the same night
Mr Fullwell was shot.

Mr Barton, your kid is now involved.

Do you understand?
That's where we are now.

So, the truth, please. Now.

Ol, he knew what
he was getting for Christmas.

It's a cowboy set,
you know, toy guns.

He went looking
and he found it and...

...then...

So you're saying
that it was Ollie that...

No!
No, no, no, no.

I swear that's
not what happened.

- No.
- What, then?

(Jamie) Stuart.

He saw Ollie with the gun,
and he realised it wasn't a toy.

Wait a minute, let me see that.

(Mervin) So if Mr Fullwell threatened
to go to the police,

that gives you motive.

No, I would never do that.
I would never do that.

And we know you've got motive
to kill Tony Hurst.

I told you,
I just wanted to scare him.

I just wanted to pressure him
into giving my mum what he owes her.

I didn't want to kill him.

- I didn't want to kill him.
- Inspector.

I think he might be telling
the truth.

What?

This gun... it didn't fire
the shot recovered

from Tony Hurst's body.

Or Stuart Fullwell's.

Sorry, what?

(Darlene) I measured the barrel
of the gun, sir.

It's not a match for any
of the bullets we found.

It's a different calibre.

He is not the killer.

He's not the killer.

At every single turn,

with every piece of evidence
we uncover,

it makes less and less sense.

It's so damn quiet here.

I mean, look,
there's literally no one around.

Well, it is Christmas Day, sir.

And do you have to keep
criticising every single thing

about this island?

Because when you do, it's very hard
for us not to take it personally.

- Pull over.
- What?

Pull over. Now!

Basketball.

FYI, it isn't personal.

Alright?
And I'm sorry you felt that.

It wasn't intended.

'Cause, for the record,

the only thing
that's made it vaguely bearable

the last few days

is the fact
that you and Officer Curtis

do actually seem
to know what you're doing.

Anyway, as I was saying, basketball.

But why are you going to the...

Really wish he'd stop
doing that.

No, the boy's mother
is already on a flight over.

We just need
some care for him temporarily.

He's in the hotel creche
at the moment.

Yes. Thank you. Bye.

(sighs)

Inspector Wilson?

No idea.

He and DS Thomas should
have been back a while ago.

(mobile phone rings)

Where are you both?

Sorry?

Where?

- (Selwyn) What's going on?
- (Naomi) I wish I knew, sir.

He just stood there staring
for a while,

then moved around the court a bit,
and now...

He's not very good, is he?

(Mervin) Commissioner.

Inspector, is it normal for you
to play basketball

in the midst of a murder case?

I've never played before in my life,
to be honest with you.

Probably explains
why I keep missing, right?

(Selwyn) That doesn't answer
my question.

Visualisation.
Um, three victims, one gun.

Three hoops, one ball.

How can I shoot three hoops with
one ball at the exact same time?

- You can't.
- Exactly.

(Selwyn) Inspector,
this case is proving to be...

- How?
- ...increasingly challenging.

I know, right?

I came here because I've been
in contact with the team in London,

and they have a detective ready
to fly over here this evening.

What? Why?

To take over the case.

Why would they do that?

In light of your
personal circumstances,

I feel I have a duty of care.

And considering all you've
been through in the last few days,

perhaps you are
not the best person

to be leading
such a demanding investigation.

Maybe it was just not meant to be.

I swear, I'm not gonna hurt you.
That's not who I am.

Half past 9:00 he headed back
to his bedroom to get changed.

I measured the barrel
of the gun, sir.

It's a different calibre.

(Selwyn) Inspector?

Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

And if it wasn't meant to be,
then what was?

And, er, and when?

Okay.

Yes!

Victim number one.

(Darlene) I have no idea
what's going on right now.

And judging
by the commissioner's face,

he doesn't either.

But something tells me he does.

I need the other ball.

Come on!

Alright.

It wasn't meant to be.

Your words.

And that's the point, isn't it?

Yeah, because if things don't go
the way you expect it to,

then all you can do
is play the hand you're dealt.

And that's what our killer did.

Um...

Victim number two.

When I say shoot,
I want you to shoot. Yeah?

Please, sir.

Victim number three.

Ready?

Shoot!

That's how!

That means the shooting
must have happened about 10:15.

10:15.

10:15.
I remember noticing.

All three victims were shot
by the same gun,

at the same time,
in three separate locations.

That's exactly how.

It is not impossible.

You know how it was done?

I know how it all was done.

But, um, Officer Curtis,

I need you to do something
for me first, please.

Um, Jamie Barton's gun.

I need you to check it
for fingerprints

because I don't
think it's Jamie's gun.

(Darlene) Sure, Inspector.

If I'm right... and I think I am...

then we should go
and make an arrest.

(Selwyn) Actually, Inspector,

we tend to do things
a little differently here.

Sorry?

What do you mean?

Why can't I just write it up
in the case file?

I mean, that is
standard procedure, right?

Let's say
it's a matter of tradition.

If you would?

(clears throat)

I assume you're all wondering why

you're gathered here like this.

I'm wondering the same thing myself,
to be honest.

But as this case has
confounded us at every turn,

I suppose one last surprise
shouldn't be too unexpected.

You know what?

In a funny way,
that's what this has all been about.

Expectation.

What we think is gonna happen,
and what does.

I mean, take me, for instance.

A few days ago, here I was
on this island, a mere tourist.

And yet now,

I'm heading up one of
the most puzzling murder cases

I've ever encountered.

Didn't see
that one coming a mile off.

But then, as I said
to Commissioner Patterson,

we play the hand we're dealt,

and that's the key
to understanding this case,

because as planned
as it may seem...

three victims
in Santa Claus outfits,

all of whom
were shot at the exact same time

in three different locations
with just one gun...

as contrived as it may appear,

none of it was meant to happen.

Let's go back to the evening
it all started.

At 9:30 Stuart Fullwell
headed back to his hotel...

Stuart Fullwell headed back
to his hotel

to get changed out of
his Santa Claus outfit.

And on the way he comes across
a little boy...

your son, Ollie...

out playing cowboys
near the beach.

And when Stuart notices the gun

that little Ollie was playing with
was real,

he becomes concerned.

Now, that gun...
let's call it Gun A...

that wasn't the gun we found
you with earlier this morning,

was it, Mr Barton?

Despite you leading us
to think it was,

it was a different gun you
acquired to threaten Tony Hurst.

And when Stuart confronted you

about seeing little Ollie
in possession of it,

I think you sent Ollie back
to your hotel room,

and the two of you
went somewhere quiet to talk.

- I'm taking this to the police.
- No, please, I'll be arrested.

(Jamie) No, you can't.

I don't believe you intended
to shoot Stuart.

Like you said,
you're not a killer.

It's just not in you.

But I think you tried
to get the gun off him.

(Jamie) You can't...
You can't do this.

- Just, please...
- (gunshot)

(Mervin) In that tussle,
the gun went off.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

So it was an accident?

But the other two shootings
were not.

And now we know there was
a second gun involved,

it's not too much of a leap
to work out

there was
a second person involved.

Isn't that right, Kenny Simmons?

Sorry?

We know you had very good reason
for wanting Tony Hurst dead.

With him out of the way,

his record company
would let you release your song,

which was guaranteed
to make you a small fortune.

And Stuart Fullwell's
death provided

some useful misdirection
for Tony Hurst's murder.

- I didn't do anything.
- Yes, you did, Kenny.

We found your fingerprints
on the gun

we recovered from Mr Barton
this morning,

so we have evidence
you were involved.

And assuming Mr Barton here

wants to receive the smallest
sentence he can get,

I don't think he's gonna
take the rap for all this.

- Are you, Mr Barton?
- No.

No.
So... here's what happened.

I think Kenny witnessed
what took place

on the beach that night
when the gun went off accidentally.

(gunshot)

And in that moment
his plan began to form.

I didn't mean to.

I know what to do.

A plan to make
three different shootings

look like they all happened
at the same time.

We know that Stuart Fullwell
left the bar at 9:30,

and, it turns out,
was shot not long after.

Not at 10:15.

But Ollie said that he came

straight down to reception
after it happened.

He lied.

He simply waited
and went down to reception later.

Why? Because that's
what his dad told him to do.

I think there's a dead man,
on the beach.

And who would disbelieve
a seven-year-old kid?

We certainly didn't.

In fact, all throughout the case
we took little Ollie at his word,

working on the basis
that the first "murder"

happened at 10:15.

Which brings us
to the second shooting,

which did happen at that time...
10:15.

(gunshot)

It was Kenny
who took that same gun

that accidentally killed
Stuart Fullwell... Gun A...

and used it to shoot Tony Hurst.

I assume, having used
his track on your own song,

done your research,

you already knew
that Tony kept the costume

he wore 40 years ago.

Get inside.

(Mervin)
It wasn't vital to the plan,

but it added another layer
of mystery

that would add to our confusion.

And so while it was being recorded
on camera...

Don't do this. I'm begging you.
You don't have to do this.

Just tell me what it is you want,
and we can work something out.

(gunshot)

(Mervin) Which leaves us
our third and final victim...

Tyrus Demille.

The solution to which
can be found in the fact

that there was a second,
different gun at play...

Gun B, if you will...

which I believe belongs to you,
Kenny.

And so, while you were
about to murder Tony Hurst

on the dot of 10:15,

you told Jamie to follow Tyrus
as he headed home,

and at that exact same time,
at 10:15,

fire off a few rounds in his
general direction with Gun B,

but without killing him.

Somebody there?

(gunshot)

I believe, Jamie,
once Tyrus had fled,

you recovered the three bullets
you'd fired from Gun B,

and on the way back
from Tony Hurst's villa,

you released three rounds
from Gun A into the same place,

so that when we found them
they would be a match

for the bullets fired
into the first two victims.

I assume you agreed not to talk
or interact with each other

when it was done,
so as not to raise any suspicion.

But it did mean you were
each left with the other's gun,

and that's why we found you
still in possession of it,

Mr Barton, waiting to return it
to Mr Simmons.

But why shoot another person?

To confuse us, the police,
with none of the victims

or the suspects having
any apparent connection

to Tyrus Demille.

That was the whole point,
wasn't it?

None of it was meant to make
any sense at any point at all.

You just wanted to send us
on a merry dance,

going round in round
in circles endlessly.

An unsolvable case.

And you know what?
I'll admit it.

It almost,
very nearly had me beat.

Well and truly.

Then I guess it was worth a try.

You can make your arrest.

He is annoying,
but he's good, eh?

Well done, Inspector.

And thank you.

Sure.

Is something the matter?

Well, I just don't see
why that was entirely necessary.

I'd prefer to just write it up
in the case report.

We do that here as well.

Well, each to his own,
I suppose.

Officer Curtis,
would you be so good

as to let Officer Myers
and Tyrus Demille

know they are free to go?

Okay, sir.

Come on.

Thanks for what you did today.

You made my daughter's Christmas.

No, you did.

With a little bit
of help from the puppy.

(both chuckle)

Go on.

Listen, if the radio
is still not working,

tell your auntie
to bring it down the harbour.

I'll sort it.
No receipt required.

I'll believe it when I see it.

(both chuckle)

Now go and spend some time
with your daughter.

Yes I.

Driver. Allez.

How'd it go?
Anything to report?

Nope. Cool as ice.

Just like me.

So, here's a funny thing.

There I was with the inspector
earlier today,

on the hotel beach, dealing with
quite an intense situation.

Oh?

(Darlene) I measured the barrel
of the gun, sir.

It's a different calibre.

And what do you think I see?

I don't know, Darlene.
What did you see?

Three men on a boat...

...who all
looked very familiar to me.

One of them
looked like your father.

One of them
looked a bit like Tyrus.

And one of them looked like you,
Dwayne Myers.

So much so
that I almost thought it was you.

But then I remembered you
were locked away in a safe house,

so... it can't have been.

That's the strangest thing
I've ever heard in my life.

In fact,
it's almost impossible to believe.

(sucks teeth)

Hm.

(mid-tempo music playing)

♪ You can take the boy
from the country. ♪

(knock on door)

Inspector.

Commissioner.

Just thought I'd pop by.

Wanted to make sure
you're positive

you won't join us
for Christmas dinner.

Er, yeah, I'm positive.

I mean, thanks again, but I
need to finish this case report.

Sooner it's done,
sooner I'm out of here, right?

What?

Um, just to say there is
no great rush for you to leave.

Meaning?

We are still in need
of a permanent DI here.

Me? You're joking.

Right?

No.

No. Right, well...

I'm surprised
you think that's a good idea,

to be honest with you.

I thought you might be.

But I think you might make
a good fit here.

It's like you don't know
me at all.

I know you feel this island
doesn't offer as much

as it did when you arrived.

But is that a reason to leave?

Perhaps by getting to know
Saint Marie,

the island where your mother
spent her life,

you might get to know
a little of her.

Okay, look, um...

I'm flattered and everything,
but it's just not an option.

I just want to get
back to London, ASAP.

I understand, Inspector.

Merry Christmas.

And to you, sir.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(Nelson)
So what do you reckon?

We get back out to sea tomorrow,
catch ourselves a few snapper?

Mm, sounds like
a good plan to me.

Oh, and just to let you know

that we are going to be having
quite a few more days like that

ahead of us in the future.

- Oh?
- Mm!

I've already told
the commissioner.

I've officially told him

that I'm going to be
handing my badge in.

Yeah.

I've just realised that there are
far more important things

I need to be doing in my life
right now.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

Mm, come on, they're waiting.

(laughs)
Oh, here they come.

Just in time.

(Dwayne) Mmm.

- Thank you.
- So... where's this new detective?

Mervin declined the offer
of Christmas dinner.

Oh, really?

Yeah, he's...
he's a bit like that.

Rude!

He just likes
to do his own thing.

Ahh!

A little bird tells me that
you're hanging up your uniform,

to spend more time
with your father.

Mm, well,
I couldn't do both things.

You know, I never thought
I'd actually say this,

but, um, you are a good man,
Dwayne Myers.

So does this mean that we, um...

Absolutely not.

Merry Christmas, Darlene.

- (laughs)
- Shall we?

I think that's everyone.

We can't thank you enough
for doing this.

And the best is still to come.

I've made a special rum cake
for dessert,

and I'm going to flambé it!

I think a toast is in order.

Merry Christmas to all of you.

(all) Merry Christmas!

(laughter)

So... what's it been like
working with the new boy?

Well, he's, um... hmm.

(Naomi) Yeah, definitely very...

(Dwayne) English?

Well, that's one way
of putting it.

Mm.
They're all the same, you know.

That's the truth.

(Darlene chuckles)

Selwyn, always so inscrutable.

I don't know what you mean.

(gentle music playing)

(engine starts)

(song playing indistinctly
on radio)

(Kenny)
Come with a whole new verse.

♪ There is a winter wonderland.

♪ And it's an island in the sun.

♪ So wind up your waist,
put a smile on your face.

♪ Let's sway
with some reggae and rum.

♪ When we walk out together,
warm up the weather.

♪ Giant celebration,
make the world better.

♪ Light of my life, make my
tropical dream come true.

♪ Christmas paradise in the sun.

♪ What you saying?
Come again? ♪