All language subtitles for Death.in.Paradise.-.Special.3.-.Christmas.in.Paradise_3_text

[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 ♪