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[bright music]

[Announcer] 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 nearly a week now

and the water tank is still leaking.

[water dripping]

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

but it's just my girlfriend's coming around on Christmas Day

and she's not gonna be over the moon

if it's like Niagara Falls in here.

[water dripping]

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

[water dripping]

♪ But I will be there to sing this song ♪

♪ To pass the time away ♪

[Dispatcher] One pick up for a Mrs Jenkins

at 32 Aubrey Villas.

She's going to Streatham High Road, any takers?

Four one, I'm on that, Sal.

[Kid] Be quick he's seen you, he's seen you!

Oi!

[Kid] Hey, go, go!

[Colin] You idiots!

[kids laugh]

[Kid] Shame, goodbye loser!

[gentle music]

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

[Dispatcher] Not again Colin.

[Colin sighs]

[gentle music]

One day Colin, one day.

[upbeat music]

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.

All right.

Oh, Mary, Mary, no swimming please,

the pool area is out of bounds.

Why?

Because it's all set up for the party,

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

It was never like this when mum had parties,

they were actually fun.

[tense music]

Philip.

You have a conference call coming up.

I never tyre of it,

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.

[gentle music]

[upbeat music]

[woman breathes heavily]

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

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 kind of what I was going for.

Then you've surpassed yourself.

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

[soft music]

[sighs] God, this music's awful.

[soft music]

Hello, is someone there?

[suspenseful music]

-[band music] -[guests clapping]

[loud gunshot]

There we go with the fireworks?

[tense music]

[bright music]

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?

I thought 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 the process of elimination dictates it must be you

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

It's nice and soft,

maybe a fancy new tie?

[paper rustles]

And it is...

Socks.

You bought me plain brown socks.

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

I actually know very little about you,

but then I remembered.

That I wear socks.

There is 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.

Evening Catherine.

Four of your famous rum punches please.

With pleasure.

[cork pops]

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

I thought it might give you a chance to

kiss Florence.

Right I'm not sure.

Is that really my style, do we think?

[phone buzzing]

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.

You haven't told me what happened that night.

[mellow music]

You were all ready to tell Florence how you felt.

[door knocking]

What I wanted to say was...

[gentle music]

And then nothing happened!

I need a few more rum punches inside of me

before we open that can of worms, Catherine.

[glasses bangs]

Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

It's a divert from the station.

The party's over I reckon.

A guy called Philip Carlton,

it looks like he shot himself.

[soft music]

There was gonna be a fireworks display at 11 o'clock.

The man we hired to organise it came down here

a few minutes before, and that's when 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 businessman,

he owned the Carlton-Atlas Shipping Company.

Must have had a few quid going spare then.

I'd say so.

Marlon, photographs please, and we should bag the gun.

The Villa is not that far away,

-[camera clicks] -I'm surprised no one

heard the gunshot.

I was on a terrace, I feel like such a fool,

I thought it was one of the fireworks gone off by mistake.

What time was this?

Quarter to 11.

Serge, we got a mobile phone.

[suspenseful music]

[Florence] It's locked.

Passcode 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.

It 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 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.

Mr. Carlton recorded these final few words,

and then took his own life.

-[sombre music] -[camera clicks]

Philip had always suffered from down days,

as you call 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,

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.

This afternoon he looked so lost.

I should have said something, but I thought,

he always picks himself up, dusts himself down, always.

[soft music]

They've finished processing the scene.

I'll get the paperwork written up.

And I'll speak to the coroner.

[soft music]

Poor family,

some Christmas.

[tense music]

[door opens]

What you doing at your parents' house?

You're meant to spending Christmas here with me.

[door closes]

[keys clink]

No, right, of course.

I can appreciate why you'd wanna be somewhere else,

so maybe I should come up and be with you all.

No, I understand, yeah, silly idea.

Proper talk?

I see.

Yeah, well, we can see do that when you get back.

Okay, bye love.

[solemn music]

[dramatic music]

[upbeat music]

Let's go see if we can't spread a little Christmas joy.

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]

Hello, Officer Pryce speaking.

Yes, he's right here.

Commissioner, it's your secretary.

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

[soft music]

[upbeat music]

The hotel has a spa and a pool,

and on Christmas Day we go down to the beach to swim

and eat barbecued fish.

It's just, [speaks foreign language] perfect.

[Neville chuckles]

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

When it comes to Christmas',

I like them cold and drizzly, and grey.

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 from the kitchen.

I'm all snuggled up on the sofa,

my nan's nattering away while she sips her sherry.

Now for me that [speaks French] perfect.

Wee.

[Neville laughs]

That's my family, I better go.

Yeah, have a lovely Christmas Florence.

Thank you, you too.

Enjoy your trip home to Manchester.

-Thank you. -You've earned it.

[soft music]

[Florence speaks French]

-[upbeat music] -[car doors slam]

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.

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.

[soft 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 postmark's smudged

but you can still make it out, St. Marie.

And that's what I thought to myself,

this is not a joke Colin, this is serious.

Was that an elf?

Not a real one.

Mr. Babcock, is there any reason you can think of

why someone might have 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 in the envelope

and send it over to us, okay?

Sure, just email me the address.

Thank you for your assistance,

we'll be in touch if we need to speak to you again.

All right.

Goodbye then.

[computer beeps]

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?

Sir, that was the pathologist,

and he's got something he thinks you should know.

Post-mortem 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 gonna want me to stay here.

Sorry Inspector.

[Neville sighs]

I'll call my mum and let her know.

[soft music]

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

but 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, he doesn't specifically refer

to taking his own life.

He says,

"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?

Like what?

[tense music]

We need to get in touch with his family,

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

We should contact the head office in New York,

search the house and grounds.

I'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

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.

[joyful island music]

Man oh man, it's good to be back, yes!

[joyful island music]

Dwayne, you back?

Yes, and there's going to be a lot of partying

on the island tonight.

[man shouts excitedly]

Well, this I can't believe!

The commissioner himself

coming to welcome me back to St. Marie.

I'm honoured, truly.

That's not why I'm here.

Oh.

[car engine revs]

I'm 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 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.

Wait, didn't I arrest you once back in the day?

It's certainly more than possible, yeah.

Well, this is a ragtag bunch.

So what do you say?

Will you do it?

The thing is if you've got me working Christmas,

we on overtime rates?

I suppose.

And could there be a little seasonal drinkies throw in,

in the light of the sacrifice?

I'm sure something can be arranged.

My, 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 ♪

[Dwayne] Show us the way!

♪ 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 ♪

♪ We'll see ♪

I'm sorry, murder?

Why on earth would you say that?

The postmortem 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."

What man?

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

his name is Colin Babcock.

Colin Babcock?

Mm-hmm.

[Marigold sobs]

Does that ring any bells for any of you?

No.

This is who you're talking about?

Yeah, that's him.

This has gotta be a joke, right?

Look at him.

No disrespect to this Colin Babcock guy, but

he's kind of a nobody.

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?

[ominous music]

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.

[ominous music]

Hey, what's he like?

The new inspector.

Oh.

Smart, knows his stuff.

But he can be a bit strange.

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, all right?

Sure thing.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

What?

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

you're inside while the air conditioning is on full blast.

I don't know what you mean?

Mm.

We'll toss for it.

-What? -Heads or tails?

Heads!

Tails, you lose.

I'm inside.

So you got moves, huh?

All right, you win today.

The estate is divided equally between Natasha,

Bliss and Marigold.

He had two phones?

One for our work and that one for personal.

It's six, two, four, three.

There seems to be a lot of recent calls

from the ex-wife, Mrs Carlton.

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 it rip.

Philip stopped answering after a while,

let his voicemail bear the brunt.

[Voicemail] You have one new message,

received Friday 12:33 p.m.

That's the day of the party.

[Woman] Why have you done this?

I don't understand.

Everything was just for her,

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. -[sombre music]

[teacups clink]

I was feeling rather sorry for myself.

I 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.

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 love 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.

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?

Because he's gone.

He's gone from my life for good.

[sombre music]

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 seemed genuinely grief stricken

by Mr. Carlton's death.

What about you gents, any news?

Oh, so we searched the house and the grounds,

took witness statements and spoke to all the staff.

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.

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.

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 to pay her a visit first thing.

Right, Dwayne?

It's like I've never been away.

Well, I get a feeling that this

is as good a 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.

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.

And the question is,

just why did they send it to this man, Colin Babcock?

[tense music]

[joyful island music]

Evening Catherine, busy tonight?

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.

Okay, well.

So I went and knocked on Florence's door.

[door knocking]

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

And I was about to do it, I was about to tell her.

What I wanted to say was...

And?

Well, then Florence noticed something.

What is it?

A mosquito landed and perched right on my forehead.

Oh, no.

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...

Oh, no.

[hand smacks]

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

but I'm extremely susceptible to nosebleeds

and when my nose bleeds, boy does it gush.

Oh, Neville.

So she insisted on cancelling her date

and taking me to A & E.

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

Sir, I just remembered,

what was it you wanted to tell me?

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

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.

[Neville sighs]

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

just be casual.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, yes.

No, I really shouldn't.

Trust me, you need it.

Okay.

[soft music]

[joyful island music]

Okay CJ, I'll see you and Bomba on Boxing Day

for the poker game, huh?

And you tell [indistinct] that I'm going to clean him out.

Oh, yes I am.

You better believe it.

[Bomba] Yes sir.

[Dwayne sings]

Da da da.

One last little rum [exhales].

-[glass clinking] -Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum.

[mellow music]

-[upbeat music] -[motorbike revs]

I was speaking of JP last night.

Huh?

He was telling me all about you.

Yeah, I bet.

Me and him, we made a good team.

He was like the yin to my yang.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I've been kinda missing him since he went.

He was sort of a mentor to me.

[laughs] Then you are 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.

[door knocks]

Watch and learn.

[door opens]

Hey, Officer Dwayne Myers.

I thought I'd seen the back of you.

I should be so lucky, huh?

And a merry Christmas to you too, Zelda.

[Zelda sneers]

This is my colleague, Officer Marlon Pryce.

Yes, I know Marlon.

Still doesn't suit you, that uniform,

you still look like a little teef.

Morning Zelda.

So go on now, what you want?

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

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.

I guess you better come inside.

Mm.

I was just mixing up some cream de punch when you knocked,

you want to talk glass while we're discussing matters?

Well, it's a little early, isn't it?

Christmas Eve and all.

Well I suppose a little creme de punch

wouldn't do any harm.

Voila, coming right up.

Are you sure you should be doing that?

What?

Drinking on duty.

Marlon, what do 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.

-[Dwayne scoffs] -[engine revving]

No, no, no, no, no, please.

Quick, give me the keys.

The ignition is busted.

-[upbeat music] -Zelda!

[soft music]

So losing a suspect, is that a part of your process too?

It's only my second day.

I'm a big rusty.

[soft music]

Sir, I'm just going over

the witness statements taken yesterday.

There are three people who stood to gain

from the victims will.

Bliss, Natasha and Marigold.

None of these people have an alibi

at the time of the murder.

So any one of them could have been down on the beach

and shot the victim.

So Bruce Garret is the only one of the four

who has an alibi?

At least we know that he didn't do it.

Although that said,

he may still have 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 Co

And they say Mr. Garret grew 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.

No shares, dividends, nothing.

Commissioner, Chief,

we have a real life situation going on.

Zelda Moncrief has done a runner.

How did that happen?

During an interview,

she hotfooted it good and proper, right?

That's right.

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

I was putting out an all ports warning,

when Reggie on the Harbour said he saw her getting

on a ferry over to Guadalupe.

So Zelda was seen

near the Carlton Villa on the night of the murder,

and now she's absconding.

You two need to get to Guadalupe and find her ASAP.

[upbeat music]

-[door knocks] -Hello.

Oh, hi.

Can we help you in any...

Wait.

Are you...

Colin Babcock?

I know, I bet you weren't expecting this.

Thought I'd bring you these.

Thanks, but you could have just posted them like we asked.

I was going to but...

This is probably going to sound mad

but I've never been to the Caribbean.

And I've always wanted to and I thought,

now I've got a reason.

But 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 music]

Hey Dwayne, check me out [laughs].

You get these in your travels?

Tahiti.

Oh, what a night that was.

I had my heart broken twice.

Both times by the same woman.

Oh Mahanna.

What it could have been between us.

So what made you do it,

pick up everything and just set sail?

It was me and my father, Nelson.

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 St. Marie as well?

No, he went back to London.

That's where home is for him.

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

Yeah.

Well, we will probably speak on the phone,

something like that.

[soft music]

Yeah.

[soft music]

Okay, thank you.

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.

Doesn't seem to have 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 St. Marie a week ago.

This is his address, shall we?

[tense music]

For an out of work actor Mr Adler appears

to be renting himself a rather expensive villa.

[engine revving]

Or I guess he's staying with a friend.

[mellow music]

So how long have you two been seeing each other?

Four years or so.

Very much on and off because we both travel so much.

We met when I was teaching yoga out in L.A.

And 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.

And you Mr Adler, you arrived on the island a week ago,

two days before Philip Carlton's murder, why?

See, Bliss was was having a hard time of it,

so I flew out.

A hard time?

Yeah, it's like we told you,

Philip was in a real funk at least 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 Ms Monroe, just an observation.

Get your things, we're going out.

[tense music]

[car door closes]

I don't think we should cook.

Let's get takeout.

-Love you. -Bye mom.

Goodbye.

[car door slaps]

Oh my God mom, look.

I can't believe it, she's moving him in,

we haven't even had dad's funeral yet.

And it's Christmas Eve.

[tense music]

[upbeat 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.

They get a registration?

Didn't have any plates,

but they reckon he was local.

But look, he could be anywhere.

You know what?

What?

I think I might have an idea.

Oh, really?

So if this dodgy light-skinned guy lives in town,

then his scooter has to be parked up somewhere.

So?

So if we walk every street on this map,

we are bound to find it.

You know what?

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,

[chuckles] that will literally kill me, man.

Well, have you got a better idea?

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

[mellow music]

[thunder claps]

[mellow music]

Okay, thank you.

The VP of Carlton-Atlas Shipping can think of no reason why

anyone 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 the retrospective for 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.

He and his father remained estranged after that,

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

All of which sets the scene

for the supposed suicide perfectly.

Whoever killed Philip Carlton

knew exactly what they were doing.

But who was it?

Who shot him?

[phone vibrates]

Hey, Catherine.

Yeah, okay.

I'll come over now, bye.

[upbeat music]

Inspector Parker, what are you doing here?

Well, I know the owner

and she hates to see people drink alone.

Thanks.

-Cheers. -[bottles clink]

to a Caribbean Christmas, eh?

Yeah.

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

it 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, I forgot to mention.

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?

[soft music]

Oh, the English.

[soft music]

[tense music]

It was him, I saw him there clear as day, Colin Babcock.

What the hell is he doing in St Marie?

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

We need to get to mom we've got to do something.

[tense music]

-[thunder claps] -[tense music]

Nope.

Okay.

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

we meet here by the end.

Oh, 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 do you work that one out?

Because you're the one who fell

into Zelda offering you a glass of Christmas punch.

It was early in the morning, I wasn't thinking straight.

I have no idea

why JP said you're such a good police officer.

You've lost us a suspect.

And then when I come up with a plan for trying to find her,

you do nothing about moan about it.

This whole thing would have been easier without you.

Oh, well be my guest then.

I was only trying to help,

it's Christmas Eve if you haven't noticed.

Dwayne.

What?

I've got places I should be.

Dwayne, Dwayne!

-[door squeaks] -Here you go Colin.

It's like I made a friend.

Oh, that's Harry, he's my lodger

or maybe I'm his lodger.

Anyway, Harry, this is Colin Babcock.

Nice meet you, Harry.

Oh.

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.

Thanks again.

[tense music]

My fault, how is it my fault?

Some welcome home this is.

-[water splashing] -[car honking]

Mind where you're going.

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

to show an officer of the law some respect.

[water splashes]

Seriously, you didn't see me standing here?

[choir sings in foreign language]

[choir sings in foreign language]

[tense music]

[tense music]

[Colin grunts]

-[tense music] -Colin?

Colin?

I need an ambulance.

[door clicks]

Dwayne.

[Dwayne scoffs]

Man, it's really coming down out there.

I'm completely soaked.

Tell me about it.

Man, it's quiet in here.

Peaceful.

My little sister right now she'll be going crazy.

But she wasn't able to sleep

waiting for something to arrive.

[chuckles] I swear man, she's a nonstop noise machine.

The first Christmas I won't be there.

Marlon, I am...

I'm sorry about the--

It's cool.

It's cool man, 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?

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.

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.

[soft music]

This isn't really helping, is it?

I'm not much good at giving advice.

But one of the things JP taught me was that

I was police officers, we're there for each other

no matter what.

Partners.

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

you just have to be there for your partner.

Right?

[soft music]

good, it sounds like the rain's easing up.

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 are we gonna do that?

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

I'll tell you how.

We do it exactly the way you said it,

by walking every single street in the city.

[mellow music]

Morning Inspector.

Morning sir, and a merry Christmas, I guess.

And to you.

How is Mr Babcock, any news?

No, doctor says he has a bad concussion

but they're not worried.

It might take him a while to come around though.

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 pings]

Oh, it's from the lab sir.

They 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.

[mellow music]

[joyful music]

Marlon, are we nearly there yet?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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. -Yes, it was.

Look at us walking all night and for what?

A scooter.

Where?

Over there.

[engine revving]

You know it just could be.

Dwayne, come on, get up.

-Let's go. -[Dwayne grunts]

[upbeat music]

No, way [laughs].

I don't believe it.

It's the scooter Dwayne,

no registration plates, and look,

it's got a dodgy guy in a vest driving it.

Come on.

Anton, you find anywhere open?

[Zelda laughing]

Woi.

Can I tempt either of you officers

with a glass of creme de punch?

[upbeat music]

Oi.

So, wanna tell us why you were at the Carlton Villa

the night Philip Carlton was shot?

[Zelda kisses 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

because 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.

What work?

He had me find someone for him.

Who?

His son.

He had a son?

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 me tell you.

But you found him.

Some boy in England, London,

goes by the name of-

Colin Babcock.

Hold on, if you were just there to collect the money,

why have you been given us the run around.

Because I thought you'd pin his murder upon me,

never trusted your like, never will.

Move.

[mellow music]

I was travelling around 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.

He was in the midst of all 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.

Considering how young we both were

and huge changes that we were dealing with in our lives.

It felt like the right choice.

And 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 didn't tell any of us at first,

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

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?

[tense music]

Because it may have meant that the billion pound state

which was to be divided between the three of you

would then include a forth party.

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.

[paper tears].

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 it.

So if you're thinking one of us killed dad

over it you're wrong.

Yeah.

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.

[tense music]

Look, I wasn't trying to kill him.

[group gasp]

I just thought if I gave the guy a bit of a scare

he'd go away.

What on earth made you think that that was a good idea?

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,

this 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 Babcock.

I will do no such thing.

I'm sorry?

I may have given a baby up for adoption,

but I can tell you now it was not Collin Babcock.

You've only got to see his photograph,

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

I really think that we're done here.

Come on my darling.

[mellow music]

Hey, them ruin your Christmas too honey [laughs]?

[door squeaks]

[tense music]

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.

I'm sorry, chief.

We were up all night looking for Zelda.

And I haven't had anything since breakfast.

Now I must admit

even I'm not feeling my usual sprightly self.

You're right, no way to spend Christmas day, is it?

Hello, everyone?

Catherine [laughs].

Now, I knew you were all working hard,

so I may have accidentally cooked too much Christmas lunch.

-[officers laughing] -Wow.

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

Oh, Catherine, I could kiss you.

So we're gonna 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.

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, dollop of piccalilli.

[Dwayne] Lovely.

Catherine, this is a total feast.

You are our saviour Catherine.

The mayoress must look after Chief of police, no?

Oh, 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 St Marie

is always lobster.

Oh, yes it is.

What, no mashed potatoes, no Brussels sprouts?

Brussels sprouts with lobster?

Stop sulking Inspector.

You're right sir, you're right, I'm sorry.

Catherine, this looks fantastic.

Maybe, there's one more surprise.

Don't get your hopes up, Neville.

It's not your Christmas Turkey dinner,

but it is...

Chicken and chips, yes [laughs].

You know what,

this might just be the best Christmas ever.

[laughs] Cheers everybody, merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.

Happy Christmas Neville.

[upbeat music]

[group chattering]

[table scrapes]

[laptop rings]

Hey, evening sir.

Hey Florence.

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.

Oh, 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.

Florence, there's something I've been wanting to say

for a while now.

Okay.

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

and a lot of that has been down to you.

And I think us spending time together...

I've maybe grown...

A bit fond of you.

A lot fond of you actually.

So I was wondering if...

Would you maybe consider going for a drink, or dinner,

or...

Just a walk on the beach with me maybe...

Ever?

[soft music]

Florence?

-[all laughing] -Florence?

It's frozen, I don't believe it.

Inspector.

Hospital just called, Colin Babcock's awake.

Oh, I've had this ten, maybe 12 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 St 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,

a 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 St Marie?

At first I thought it must be a church,

or an orphanage, or something, St. 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 St. Marie stamp, the post mark,

you wondered if maybe there was a connection?

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

I just 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.

[soft music]

The lab sent over the results.

And, is Colin Philip Carlton's son?

[soft music]

It's really not a biggie.

It was always a long shot coming out here,

thinking I would find my parents.

I'm sorry, Colin.

Really, I'll be fine,

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

[soft music]

This Christmas card has led us a merry dance.

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.

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

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.

Post-mortem 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.

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,

Bruce Garrett was gonna organise

the retrospective for it.

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.

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.

Was 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?

If I'm right about this sir,

then I assure you we'll know.

It'll be something that predates Philip's dad's death,

maybe something from Philip's school days.

[suspense music]

Like a school photo?

[suspenseful music]

Exactly like that sir.

See, Philip Carlton.

[dramatic music]

Philip Carlton was murdered.

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 10:30

Philip Carlton left the party,

and headed down here to this bench.

Where he was meeting this woman, Zelda Moncrief.

Because not only had he paid her

to find his long lost son for him.

[Selwyn] Mr. Carton 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

and he put a gun to his head.

[gunshot fires]

So the conclusion that everybody drew

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

One of our officers has just finished processing

the 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.

Philip Carlton was murdered.

But the man who shot himself here last week

was not Philip Carlton.

He was an imposter.

This doesn't make sense.

This is the real Philip Carlton

when he was 18 years of age just about [indistinct].

And although this photo's nearly 40 years old,

I think we can all agree

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 you 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.

But there's one small fact that's been left out

of the story all this time.

When the 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 a surname Berridge

landed in St 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.

[tense music]

We loved each other...

Andrew and I...

So, so much.

No one understood,

no one wanted us to be together, and...

Just because

we were...

So you ran away together and travelled around 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.

Your friend.

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.

He wasn't very experienced with girls,

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.

[mellow music]

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.

It's why he ultimately decided to take his own life.

And the message you 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.

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.

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.

Gunfire.

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,

what we've done, what I've done.

[Neville] So you dragged his body down to the beach.

You re-staged it to make it look like

that's where the suicide took place.

But none of this explains the Christmas card,

who sent it?

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.

You'd just stumbled across the truth of his identity

when you were digging through some old pictures of Philip,

you came across this old school photo.

We know you were already resentful

of the way Philip treated you.

He was never anything other than a salary man,

no shares, dividends, nothing.

And in that moment you realise

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.

After he was prevented from sending a 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 for himself

snatched from his hands.

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

to take his own life.

Looking down at his desk,

he saw the Christmas card next to the envelope

with Colin's address written on it

with no letter to put inside.

So he took a card, put it in the envelope and posted it.

Knowing that this final act of defiance

would put the cat amongst the pigeons,

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.

[soft 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.

Mom?

But I'm not sorry for you darling,

I don't regret it.

Mom.

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

[mellow music]

[engine revs]

[car door slams]

Mr Babcock, I presume.

You're welcome here.

Good morning Colin, how are you feeling?

Yeah, good thanks, better.

Good.

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.

This man, it turns out, is your father.

This is my dad?

[mellow music]

I feel a bit choked up actually Neville.

Well, brace yourself,

because I have some other news for you.

How do you mean?

Since you are the sole surviving blood relative

that also means you are the sole surviving heir.

Okay.

All of this...

It's all yours, Colin.

The Villa, the business, [chuckles] the money.

Yeah right, [laughs] as if.

You're serious?

Bloody hell.

Merry Christmas, Colin.

[upbeat music]

[Colin screams]

[upbeat music]

Thank you, Neville.

[upbeat music]

Dwayne, what you got to in there man?

Honestly?

My entire wardrobe.

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

Hurry up, Dwayne, we'll miss the flight.

Yes Chief, I'm coming.

-[keys jangle] -[soft music]

Look after me old lady.

No worries.

And I hope your dad's all right, yeah?

Yeah, me too.

Oh, so you know...

I think you're managing just fine

without Sergeant [indistinct].

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?

Oh, 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.

[mellow music]

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 a costume again, sir.

Think of the children, Officer Pryce.

Think of the children.

Something the matter?

I don't know.

[Catherine] What is it?

Neville asked me on a date.

Really?

Yeah.

What did you say?

Nothing?

We were on a video called, 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.

[upbeat music]

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 [indistinct].

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

But then 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.

All right chief?

Oh, boy.

♪ You're wondering now what to do ♪

♪ Now you know this is the end ♪

♪ You're wondering how you should feel ♪

♪ For the way you did behave ♪

♪ Brother Carlton has fallen ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ You won't return again, forever you must stay ♪

♪ You're wondering now what to do ♪

♪ Now you know this is the end ♪

[singer laughs]

♪ Yes sir here we go ♪