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I really should be going soon,
Juliet will start to worry.

-And how long has
she got to go?
-Two weeks.

-Ah.
-You know, my mother said
first babies are always late.

-We'll see.
-Hmm.

How's things going
with your new step daddy?

-Not funny, Dwayne.
They're just friends.
-Yeah, right!

-Dwayne, no!
-(LAUGHING) One more.

-I'm in trouble.
-(CAMILLE LAUGHING)

You're late.

And good morning to you, too.

Well, that's not fair.

-Excuse me?
-I agreed to do small talk,
particularly in the mornings,

but that doesn't mean I can't
point out when you're late.

I'm late because
there's been a murder.

Up in the hills.

- So, what do we know?
- Not much.

Nadia Selim, 30 years old.

Lived at this address
for a little under two years.

(DOG BARKING)

Quiet, Harry! Quiet!
These are friends.

Sorry, he's Nadia's dog
and he's very distressed.
Come here.

And you are?

Georgie Westcott,
I live across there.

-You're the lady
who made the call?
-Yes.

Well, um, Nadia and I travel in
to work together, every morning.

But this morning she was late,
which isn't like her.

(SOBBING)
And I rang, and

when there was no answer,

I used my spare key and went in,
and that's when I found her.

Hey,
I've found the bedroom.

You know, where the body is?

You're worried
the furniture's not straight?

Yeah.

Your neighbour's late
for picking you up.

Do you really use your spare key
to enter her house?

Why would she have coins
stuffed in her mouth?

-Sir?
-That's interesting.

I've got a body up here and
somebody has stuffed coins in
her mouth.

What have you got
that's so interesting?

Dwayne's police shield.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Sir, the medics want to know
about moving the body.

I'll, um, go and talk to them,
Fidel.

-Photograph the scene for me,
if you would.
-Yes sir.

Can you tell us how your shield
ended up at a murder scene?

I only met her last night.

So what happened?

When we finished last night,
we all went for a drink.

-"We all" being?
-Me, Fidel and Camille.

I see.
You didn't invite anyone else?

No.

Or think to invite anyone else?

Never mind. Carry on.

We had something to eat,
a few beers, some rum.

Then I met her, Nadia,
outside the bar.

(GREETING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

We talked, sort of hit it off,
you know. She said she wanted
to go for a walk.

She was very pretty. In the end,
I walked her all the way home.

- What time was this?
- About ten.

You want to come in for coffee?

That, um, mark on your neck,
how did you get it?

We were messing around.

She asked me to teach her
some self-defence moves.

-You mean, you slept with her?
-No!

Like I said,
I was showing her some moves.

She said she was nervous
about walking home alone.

OK.

We had a bit of a cuddle.

-Just a cuddle?
-Yes.

And after your "cuddle"?

I left just after midnight.

You didn't see anyone
on the way home?

No.

-And when you left,
the victim was alive and well?
-Yes.

What kind of question is that?

The kind you ask a witness
in a murder enquiry.

-No, this is Dwayne.
-He's still a witness.

-You just asked him
if he killed her!
-No, I didn't.

-You asked if she was
still alive when he left!
-Look, it's OK.

I know you have to
ask me this stuff.

It's procedure, right?

I've got photos, sir.

Thank you, Fidel. Right,
I want door-to-door enquiries,

start taking statements
from all the neighbours.

Anyone who knew her,

-particularly if anyone saw her
or anyone else last night.
-Yes, sir.

-Not you, Dwayne.
-Chief?

You're a witness,
possibly the last person
to see the victim alive.

I can't have you
asking people questions.

Why not?

Because if he asks them
whether they saw the victim
with anyone last night

and they say,
"Yes, Officer, with you,"

it muddies the water
just a little, don't you think?

Go back to the station
and write up your statement.

Yes, Chief.

-What?
-Fidel, go and start talking
to the neighbours.

Please tell me you don't believe
Dwayne is involved in this.

He's the last person
to see her alive.

-Apart from the killer!
-He has a scratch mark
on his neck.

-He admits came from the victim.
-He explained that.

I'm doing things
by the book, Camille.

I don't care about your book!

I want to know if you think
Dwayne killed this girl,
yes or no?

Based purely on my knowledge
of Dwayne

and the fact everything points
to this being premeditated,

while Dwayne met her
hours before she was killed,

making it difficult to
corroborate premeditation,

I'd say that, on balance,
it's unlikely.

Was that yes or no?

-No!
-Good!

Although, that doesn't mean
he didn't do it.

Look, we owe it to the victim
to conduct a
thorough investigation.

-Why are you so grumpy?
-I'm not grumpy.

-Yes, you are.
-I'm doing my job.

-Then stop talking about Dwayne
and find the killer.
-There's a connection.

Dwayne left his badge behind,
so he must have
been in uniform, right?

-Yes.
-OK. So you're a
girl in a bar, fine.

So you invite a policeman
back to your house, fine.

But then you're killed
the moment he leaves?
It's connected. It has to be.

OK, um, but why?

At risk of being called
grumpy again, that's what
I intend to find out!

-All right?
-Morning, sir.

Is that right, someone was
killed down there last night?

-Yes, do you live here?
-Me?

Oh, no, no. I was just passing,
I saw all the commotion.

-I heard it was a young woman?
-If you'll excuse me.

-Burglar, was it?
-I'm sorry,
I can't discuss that with you.

This is about last night,
isn't it?

-What?
-Why you're being so grumpy.

-Don't know what you mean.
-Because we all
went for a drink...

-No, no, no, not "we all",
just you three.
-I knew that's what it was.

-OK, look...
-Discovering the words "we all"
doesn't seem to include me...

a little bit chastening,
that's all.

How can it include you?
You never come out for a drink!

-You never ask me.
-Oh no, no, no, no.

We stopped asking,
it's different.

And you tell me,
who's more rude,

the person who stops asking,
or the person who
never once said yes?

OK, I'm sorry I snapped.
You're just so...

"So" what?

-English.
-And you're very French.

Now can we please
get on with the task in hand?

Why did the killer
fill her mouth with money?

Hmm.

Repaying a debt?

Looks like asphyxiation.
No other sign of trauma,
as far as I can see.

It doesn't make sense.

-Hmm?
-Are you even
listening to me?

Why are these drawers
sticking out?

OK, so she's murdered,
coins symbolically placed
into her mouth,

but you're still
on the furniture, aren't you?

"Nadia Selim,
Finance Director, JIT Shipping."

-You ever heard of
JIT Shipping?
-No.

So, go on, then.
What's so interesting
about the furniture?

I think that after Nadia
was killed, the house
was searched, thoroughly.

This cushion was unzipped,

this cover wasn't straight,

the corner of this carpet's
folded over,

the books aren't quite flat
against the shelves.

Everything's been checked
and put back, done so you
almost wouldn't notice,

unless you knew
what you were looking for.

OK. So the killer was
looking for something.

-That's good.
-No, it's not good.

It's illogical.

The smashed glass,
the lamp knocked over,
suggest she was in her bed.

She lashed out,
but she was suffocated
before she could do anything.

What's illogical about that?

-Well, she was killed first,
then the house was searched.
-Hmm.

Why not keep your victim alive,

so she can tell you
where to find
what you're looking for?

As I said, it's illogical.

So what did Nadia
have in her house that
was worth killing over?

And did the killer find it?

-Were any of these windows open?
-No.

Or have they been
forced in any way?

Not as far as we can see.

No sign of a break-in, either.
So how did the killer get in?

Maybe the victim opened
the door? But why would she?
It was past midnight.

The neighbour had a key.

(DOG GROWLING)

(SHUSHING) Good boy.

Do we really believe
the neighbour let herself in

just because the victim
was late for work?

Agreed.

How did the killer get inside
without breaking any locks?

Why did he fill the victim's
mouth with coins?

What was he looking for
when he searched the house?

Why did he kill her
before he started looking?

And, having killed her,
did he find
what he was looking for?

And is her death in any way
linked to her
taking home a policeman?

-Ah, Fidel.
-What did the neighbours say?

Not very much.

It seems the victim
kept herself to herself,
didn't really socialise.

And last night?

Two of them heard
her dog barking around ten.

That must have been
her and Dwayne
arriving at the house.

But no-one saw or heard
anything suspicious.

Those that knew her say
she was a nice lady,

and they can't think
why anyone would
want to harm her.

Hmm. Yet someone did.

Where next?

I'm Jon Taylor,
I own the company.

Thank you for seeing us.

No, anything that can
help catch Nadia's killer.

I couldn't believe it
when I heard.

-It's hit everybody here
very hard.
-Of course.

What line of business
are you in, Mr Taylor?

Import, export.

-Throughout the Caribbean,
USA and Europe.
-What sort of goods?

Well, whatever I can
make a profit on.

I understand Nadia
was your finance director?

That's right.

Is that her desk?

-Yes.
-Mind if I take a look?

Nadia dealt with
our finances but,

her real skill was finding
loopholes in tax regimes.

She could get a subsidy
in one country by
taking goods out of it

and a rebate in another
by bringing them in.

How long did she work for you?

A couple of years.

I don't know how we're
going to get on without her.

Did she owe you money?

Sorry, why?

Or have any debts elsewhere?

No, I...I don't think
she even had a credit card.

She didn't approve of debt.

What about her
next-door neighbour?

Georgie Westcott.
She also works with you?

That's right, Georgie's my PA.

And how did Nadia and she
get on?

Yes?

Georgie...

I think she felt a little
overshadowed when Nadia arrived.

Jealous, even.

Nadia really was
a remarkable woman.

So, they didn't get on?

They weren't natural friends,

and Nadia could be withering
if she felt you weren't
pulling your weight.

Can I ask where you were
last night?

I was at home.

All night?

Yes.

Anyone with you?

-No, I live alone.
-Hmm.

So, you're not married,
or in a relationship?

No.

Anything?

Is this her personal laptop?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I can't allow that.

-Why's that?
-It's got sensitive
information on it.

We're used to handling
sensitive information.

That may well be,
but the computer belongs to
the company and...

Would you rather we
got a warrant
and took it by force?

Whether or not he killed Nadia,
Jon Taylor is hiding something.

I'll start with
checking Nadia's laptop.

-Here's my statement, Chief.
-Thank you.

Dwayne...

-Do I need to read this?
-Chief?

Does it say anything other than
you met her in the bar,

walked her home,
taught her self-defence moves,

during which you
sustained a small injury,

then gave her a
bit of a "cuddle"

-before leaving around midnight?
-No, Chief.

You didn't argue,
or asphyxiate her, or fill her
mouth with loose change?

Of course I didn't.

Then I'm eliminating you
from our inquiries.

What about procedure?

We work better as a team,
so start by looking at the files

and seeing if we've got anything
previous on Nadia Selim
or JIT Shipping.

Thanks, Chief.

I'm on it.

You see, what kind of
name is Selim?

It sounds Turkish
or Middle Eastern.

According to this,
you were right. Selim is Arabic,
it means "safe".

There were 26 coins in all,
not even three dollars.

Hmm, hardly a debt repaid.

Which leaves us with it being
symbolic, a message to someone.

But who?

Only one thing on file, Chief.

About five weeks ago,
one of the victim's neighbours
made an official complaint

-about her dog barking.
-I thought it looked vicious.

It's a beautiful dog.

Until it takes your arm off.

Who made the complaint?

A Jacko Gardiner.

-I interviewed him this morning.
-And?

He complained about the dog
again, but other than that
he said that

he didn't see or hear anything
and he didn't know the victim
particularly well.

Well enough to make
a complaint about her.

You're not going to kill someone
because their dog
barks too much.

-Hmm.
-I once investigated a murder
where a husband killed a wife

cos she refused to pass him
the TV remote control.

Yeah, that is annoying.

And, at the moment,
if we're ruling you out,

it's all we've got.

That's interesting.

Hmm.

-(DOG BARKING)
-Hmm.

Hmm.

-You know what's funny?
-What?

I get it.

-What?
-Barking dogs,

neighbours snitching on
one another, vendettas.

I may have been transplanted
a few thousand miles,
surrounded by jungle and, um

that is quite clearly a
goat crossing the road
even as I speak,

but I recognise this place.

This is suburbia.

Your version of it perhaps,
but suburbia.

(WHISPERING)
These are my people.

What you want?

Mr Gardiner,
could we have a quick word?

I understand you made a
formal complaint against
your neighbour, Nadia Selim.

That dog of hers should be shot.

-Right.
-Because?

It's vicious.
She didn't control it,
she let it run wild.

It's a danger to others,
and it bark day and night.

The postman turn up, it bark.

Somebody walk past, it bark.

-And you heard it last night?
-Yes, I did, just as I was
getting into my bath.

And what time was that?

Like I told the boy
you sent earlier,00.

I always take my bath
at00.

Did you ever argue with
Miss Selim about her dog?
Go to her house?

-No.
-You never went
to her house last night?

-No!
-After midnight?

I said no, didn't I?

Have you seen anyone
in the area recently
you don't know?

-Yeah.
-Good, who?

You two. Is that it?

Yeah, well, um...

We may be back.

(MOCKS) "My people."

-Wait...
-What?

-The statements taken by Fidel,
did you read them?
-Yes.

Well, some of them,
including Mr Gardiner,

reported the dog barking
at or around 10pm.

When we think she and Dwayne
arrived at the house.

Exactly. But none of them
mentioned anything about it
barking later. Why not?

I mean, the killer must
have arrived after Dwayne left.

It's past midnight,
someone arrives at the house,
possibly breaking in somehow.

Why didn't the dog,
that seemingly barks
at everything, bark?

-You're right,
it doesn't make any sense.
-No.

The curious incident of the dog
who didn't bark in the night.

Sorry?

-Never mind. Another question.
-What?

When Fidel went to interview
Georgie Westcott,
there was no answer,

so why is she now watching us
from behind her net curtains?

Hello?

Hello?

Why were you watching us?

I wasn't.

Not really.

An officer came to your door
this morning, but you
didn't answer. Why was that?

I must have been out,
walking Harry.

Sorry.

Do you mind if we, um...

Yep.

It's good of you to
look after Miss Selim's dog.

He's not a nuisance
for you at all?

Of course not.

We had a pact.
If anything happened to me,
Nadia would look after my cat,

and if anything
happened to her...

You have a cat?

She's in hiding.

She doesn't much like Harry.
Well, dogs in general.

We went to see your employer,
Mr Taylor.

You are his personal assistant,
is that right?

Yes.

And you don't seem
very happy about it.

He's...

What?

-A bit of a lech.
-Excuse me?

First it was me,
that was bad enough.

But all that changed
when Nadia came along.

(SCOFFING)

He fell for her hook,
line and sinker.

He'd send her inappropriate
e-mails, and when he
talked to her,

you could tell he was...

You know.

No, what?

Undressing her with his eyes.

Why did Nadia
put up with it?

She said it was nothing
compared to what she'd
put up with in the past.

-Oh?
-I assumed she had
boyfriend trouble,

but she never really
talked about it.

Whenever I tried to talk to her
about her past,

she'd stick her head in one of
her crosswords and pretend
she wasn't listening.

Look...

I didn't know
whether to give you this,

whether I'd be
betraying her. But...

I suppose I should.

Give us what?

Yesterday, she seemed
really on edge.

She brought me this envelope,
asked if I'd look after it
for a few days.

That's why you went
into her house this morning?

You were already worried
about her, weren't you?

What is it?

Looks like an emergency
escape plan. Money and an
Antiguan passport.

But what would she be
planning to escape from?

Oh, what's that?

A vet's bill.

Why would she keep a vet's bill
that's two years old?

Knowing how much
Nadia loved Harry,

it was to let me know
the name of his vet.

Hmm.

Miss Westcott, have you ever
heard the name Rose Duchamp?

No, why?

Because according to this
passport, that was Nadia's name.

- So, who was
Rose Duchamp? Watch...watch out.
- Ow!

And why was
she living on Saint-Marie
under a false name?

OK, run the passport
through the computer,
see if it's real or not.

-I'm on it.
-What's this, Chief?

Looks like Nadia Selim
could be a fake identity.

Fidel, did you speak
to any witnesses

who heard the victim's dog
barking after midnight?

-No.
-As far as I can make out,
he only barks at strangers.

He didn't bark when we went to
see Georgie Westcott just now,

cos he'd seen us
once today already.

-He barked at me last night.
-That's the point,
you were a stranger.

So why didn't he
bark at the killer?

Precisely.

The dog must've known
the killer.

A friend, or a neighbour.

Unless you've got
a better explanation?

Well, I've been through
her laptop, nothing special,
photo and music files,

and some racy e-mails
from someone called Big John.

Her employer.

Well, I tell you,
some of them even made me blush.

OK, that's weird.

Her passport's authentic,

she is Rose Duchamp
from Antigua.

But her details are on
an intelligence list

and there's a number
we've got to ring

if we have any information
about her whereabouts.

-Who's flagged it?
-SOCA. Who are SOCA?

SOCA...

The Serious Organised
Crime Agency, based in London.

But why would they be interested
in a finance director
from the Caribbean?

This is Detective Sergeant
Camille Bordey

calling from the Honore Police
Station on Saint-Marie.

We've got some information
about Rose Duchamp and...

Uh, yes, I'll hold.

-So what do this
SOCA do, exactly?
-Serious crime.

The mafia,
Eastern European gangs.

And if she's involved in
serious crime, it explains why
she left Antigua in a hurry

and why she's been here
under a false name.

Until yesterday, when her past
may well have
caught up with her.

Um...OK.

-Well?
-They said they wouldn't tell me
anything over the phone.

That's a little patronising.

And they've got a case officer
on the island already.

What? There's someone
already here? Who?

DI Chris Ricketts.
Sorry I haven't
come forward sooner,

I just wanted to take
stock of everything,
see what was what.

-So, how long have you
been here?
-I arrived two days ago.

Two days? How's London?

Winter's just settling in,
you can smell the damp leaves,

see people's breath.

Ah, it's really cold, is it?

It was bitter
the morning that I left.

The grass stiff with
white frost, you could feel it
crunching underfoot.

It's not like this inferno.

-What season's this?
-Oh, they don't have seasons.

-What?
-They don't have seasons,
it's this hot all year round,

January to December.

How can you have a year
without seasons?

-When do the leaves fall off?
-They don't.

Excuse me, we've got a case
to discuss, remember?

Ah, yes, yeah,
we were getting to that.
It's, uh...

Well, you know, good manners
to exchange pleasantries first.

-Camille's French.
-Ah.

So, to business.

Right. Well, two years ago,

a woman contacted us
anonymously from Antigua,

saying she had information
about a money-laundering ring,

but didn't know
what to do with it.

-This was Nadia?
-Who?

-Oh, I'm sorry, Rose Duchamp?
-That's right.

She'd got involved with a guy
who turned out to be a
money launderer,

quite a big player.

She admitted she'd stolen files
from her boyfriend that could
blow the ring sky high.

-So what went wrong?
-Well, somebody got to her.

They must've frightened
the living daylights out of her,

because she just disappeared,
vanished into thin air.

That was, until two days ago,

when she called me out the blue.

This man, the one
she was going to tell you about,
you think he found her?

She rang off before
she could say where she was,
so we put a trace on the call.

My boss put me on a plane,
and, well, here I am.

-So, she never gave you
the information?
-No.

You've, you've not found
anything, have you?

Files? Notebooks?
CD? Laptop, even?

No. We checked
her work laptop,

but just music,
some inappropriate e-mails
from her boss.

We're also pretty sure
her house was searched
after she was murdered.

That's it.

Whoever killed her probably took
the information she was holding.

Well, we can't be sure.
But it's certainly a
reasonable assumption.

Well, the ex-boyfriend
has to be the murderer.

Has there never been anyone
else, since you've been here?

Oh, the occasional
holiday romance.
Nothing serious.

And was that out of choice,
or just how things turned out?

I don't know.

Maybe bite-size
pieces of romance are easier
to digest at my age.

Besides, I enjoy my own company.
I have lots of friends.

So there's nothing you miss
about being a couple?

Sometimes.

When I see something funny,
or read something
in the newspapers,

I turn to tell someone,
but there's no-one there.

For me, it's always
the mornings.

I'm still putting two cups
on the table, still putting four
slices of bread in the toaster.

That's nothing to do
with being lonely,

that's just going senile.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

This is DI Chris Ricketts
from SOCA in London.

-Yeah, I saw you this morning.
-Yeah, sorry about that.

Autopsy report's in, sir.
Death by asphyxiation.

Embedded fibres seem to confirm
the pillow was used.

Bruising suggests a knee or
forearm was used
to hold her down, and

there were more coins
found lodged in her throat.

Four, to be precise,
I'd imagine.

Yes.

Right, as we know, the victim's
real name was Rose Duchamp,

and it seems her killer
was a man from her past.

We think he's based in Antigua,
part of a money-laundering
ring worth...

Hundreds of millions of dollars.

Rose had information that could
have put this man behind bars

and she called London
after two years of living
a new life, a new identity.

-Why?
-She was in fear of her life.

You think she saw him?

-Do we have any description
of this man?
-Nothing.

And even if we did,
I doubt it would help.

Why not?

For two years, this guy's
been one step ahead of us.

If he killed Rose Duchamp in the
early hours of this morning,

he's probably left
the island by now.

Not necessarily.

Look, you don't get it,
the man is a ghost.

We don't know what he
looks like, what he's called,

and the only person who could
positively identify him

was murdered this morning.

He's almost certainly
still on the island.

He's a professional!
He's not going to hang around.

That's why he will.

Only an amateur would try
and leave within hours
of the murder taking place,

thereby drawing
attention to himself.

No, he's still here.

-That's why this case has
never really got started.
-What?

There was no traction.

No one who quite hit the spot

because the killer's
a professional.

-But we don't even
know who we're looking for!
-Ah, but we do.

We may not know his name
or what he looks like,

but we know why
he killed Rose Duchamp,

we know how, and we know when.

We also know
he's still on the island.

Which means, quite possibly
for the first time,

we're one step ahead of him.

DI Ricketts, can you give us
access to the existing files?

-It would help us
to know what you know.
-Yes, yes. Of course.

Fidel?

You can use my desk, sir.

Check with
the airlines,

see if you can
get a passenger list
for all flights from Antigua

-during the past month.
-OK.

Dwayne, background.
Check the neighbours,

see if any have links
to Antigua, in case
he wasn't working alone.

-Yes, Chief.
-If anyone needs me,
I'll be at the crime scene.

Detective Inspector,
just the man.

Actually, I'm in something
of a hurry, sir.

-Five minutes.
-Well, I...

All right.

Not in there.

Come on.
I'll buy you a cold drink.

Hi!

You'll have to get
yourself your drinks.

Aidan's cooked me
a farewell lunch.

He flies home tomorrow.

Well, I'm sure
I'll be back, you know.

It's very beautiful here.

Oh, sorry, my manners.

Aidan, this is Camille's boss,
Inspector Poole.

-Inspector.
-Richard, please.

I've heard a lot about you.

-Oh?
-Camille likes to talk. A lot.

Oh, a family trait.

And this is Selwyn Patterson,
the police commissioner for
Saint-Marie.

Aidan Miles,
pleasure to meet you.

Please, don't let us
disturb your lunch.

This is all a bit
cloak and dagger, isn't it?

I, um...

I have something
I need to talk to you about.

Oh?

What's this?

I've been talking to your
superintendent in London.

The detective they brought in
to cover for you
has finished his attachment.

I don't understand, sorry.

It's a human resources thing.

Before they can offer him
the position permanently,

the Met guidelines state that
you must be offered
the position first.

What?

That's the number for
the human resources officer

dealing with the case.

If you ring her,
you can have your old job back.

(LAUGHING)
I can have my old job back?

I can go back to London, and

not be hot,
or have sand everywhere?

Yes.

Or, of course,
you could stay here.

Oh...

I could go to the White Hart,

sit in the snug
with a pint in my hand.

Yes, you could.

(SIGHS)

I thought it best
I told you alone,

to give you time
to make your decision.

No, yeah, yeah, absolutely.

No, I shall have to think
long and hard.

Whoo, it's a tough one.

But, um, you'll have to
phone today.

-What?
-The last day they can keep
the job offer

open for you is today,

6 pm, UK time.

That's in, um, two hours.

What?

And when exactly did the Super
ring you with this news?

It wasn't today, was it?

Not as such, no.

And it wasn't yesterday, was it?

No.

It was long before today.
You didn't want me to know.
You hoped it would go away.

You're leading a good team
here, Detective Inspector.

That's no excuse!

I'd like you to stay.

(SIGHING)
I want to go home.

I know.

Then I suggest
you make the call.

-Oh, I was just, um...
-Sorry, can't stop! There's a
call I've got to make!

Oh, you'll be the
best dad, Fidel,

but he'll need Uncle Dwayne
to teach him about a few things.

Oh, really? Like what?

Women, motorbikes,
climbing trees.

I can climb trees.
Hello? Sorry, yes.

This is Officer Fidel Best
calling from
Honore Police Station.

That was quick, Chief.

If we cross-reference
the passenger list against
the hotels,

see where they were staying,
we can find out who can
account for their movements,

and we can dismiss
a huge amount of them.

-Why?
-Women,
children, elderly.

Good thinking.

But we've no way of knowing
whether he got the information
Rose was hiding or not.

We have to
assume he has.

I'm sorry, but how can we
expect to solve this puzzle

if Inspector Ricketts has
been on it for years
and not got anywhere?

Wait!

Have you got something?

Oh.

Well, that's...

(LAUGHING) Oh.

Selim, it means safe.

-Uh...
-Nadia Selim,
30 years old,

lived at this address
for a little under two years.

Of course.

(DOG BARKING)

Why would she keep a vet's bill
that's two years old?

(LAUGHING)
Oh, oh!

Oh, that's brilliant!

(LAUGHING)

Oh! That's superb!

Nearly two hours, I've got time.

Right, um, exciting news.
Well, at least, exciting for me.

So I'll stop being English
and buy you all a drink.

Meet me across the road,
say bon voyage.

Yeah.

In one hour, only I've to go and
pick up Georgie Westcott first,
so I'll see you there.

Drinks are on me!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I wouldn't mind, you know.

Mind what?

If you wanted him to move in.

I can find a place.

Thank you, but we're
a little way from that yet.

Just a "little way"?

-Stop it!
-(CAMILLE LAUGHING)

-I heard he cooked you lasagne.
-Which was very nice.

I'm happy you're not alone.

Hearing you laugh,
watching you dance.

Oh, I always dance.

Why are you arguing with me?
I'm trying to give you
my blessing here.

I know.

Thank you.
But I'm not calling him Dad.

-Hello? Ah!
-(DOG BARKING)

Sorry, everyone! Sorry!

Half an hour left.
Perfect.

I might, um,
have to jump around a bit,
because

well, I never really
looked at it the way it was
designed, as a puzzle.

Once I did, I got it.

-At least, I think I have.
-Got what?

-I think I know where to find
our killer.
-How exciting!

Should we really be
doing this here?

Yes, because as soon as
we're done, I have an
announcement to make,

so we'd come back here anyway,
so I thought we may as well,
you know...

-Can we just get on with it?
-Hey, that's the Chief.

This case has been a puzzle
right from the start.
Quite literally.

Firstly, the murder of Nadia,
as you knew her,
Rose Duchamp

as she really was,
was carried out
with the kind of

professional attention to detail
none of our suspects
were capable of.

According to Inspector Ricketts,

we know that Rose came to
Saint-Marie to run away
from her past,

more specifically, the lover
she discovered to be a criminal.

She at first intended
to hand him over to the police,

but was clearly got to before
arrangements could be made.

Um, it's strange that someone
managed to get to her so easily

if she was under police
protection, don't you think?

But can we be sure
that it was Rose's criminal
ex-lover that murdered her,

and not the lascivious boss,
or the cranky neighbour,
Jacko Gardiner,

or the somewhat
resentful friend,
Georgie Westcott?

I think we can.

You see, the biggest clue
to the identity of the killer

was the coins found stuffed
in the victim's mouth.

On the surface,
something of a random act,

until you realise
there were 26 coins,

plus a further four
found lodged in her throat.

Thirty pieces of silver. Judas.

So this was a message
that she was killed for
betraying someone?

Exactly that.

Someone who wanted others
to know the penalty
for such a betrayal.

And then we have
mystery number two.

The house was searched,
so the killer was clearly
looking for something. But what?

Logically, it had to be the
information we're told Rose had
promised the police.

-Makes sense.
-Hmm.

But Rose gave an envelope
to her neighbour
for safekeeping.

So it occurred to me, if she
knew that she was in danger,

that her past had caught up with
her, then why leave
the information in the house?

Why not give it to her neighbour
for safekeeping as well?

And then it hit me.

That's exactly what she did.

When the killer broke into
Rose's house last night,

he had no idea that the key
piece of information he needed
wasn't there.

I think he saw Rose with a
policeman, and knew
he had to act.

Obviously, the locks on the door
didn't prove too much
of an obstacle to him.

We know that Harry, Rose's dog,
barked at strangers, yet

none of the witnesses heard
a dog barking after midnight,

so we can be sure
that Harry knew the killer.

As Rose brought the dog with her
from Antigua, I assume he
recognised the killer instantly.

In fact, I'd hazard a guess
that Harry here will run
straight to the killer.

You mean
the killer's here?

Oh, yes.

In fact, he was here last night,
which is why Rose
was frightened,

why, when she saw
a police officer,

she made sure
she made him take her home.

Wait, you said Rose left some
information with her neighbour.

I thought it was just cash
and a passport.

Yeah.

And this.

A vet's bill.

75 dollars
for identity-chipping Harry.

But if you accept that
the victim gave her neighbour
all her most valued possessions,

the thing that brought her
to Saint-Marie must be there.

If it wasn't the
passport or cash,

then it had to be
this vet's bill.

It wasn't until an hour ago
that it occurred to me
how she did it.

So Georgie and I took Harry
to see the vets

to have the chip removed.

Only to discover that it
wasn't a pet identity chip,

it was a memory chip.

No doubt containing all the
incriminating files Rose told
the police in Antigua about.

I'm sure the identity of Rose
Duchamp's killer's on here,

along with enough evidence
to convict him.

So all we have to do is
run it through the computer?

Yes. But she left us
one last clue.

You see,
Rose was incredibly bright.

She loved to play games,
solve puzzles.

And the final clue
is the most damning of all.

It's also the simplest to solve,
once you know how.

So, what is it?

She knew that
if anything happened to her,

it was the last chance she had
to expose the person
she was running from.

It was the name
that she gave herself
when she came to Saint-Marie.

Nadia...

Selim.

Anyone?

You see, any good crossword
enthusiast, as Rose was,

knows to looks out
for an anagram,

or, as in this case,

words that work
equally well,

when spelt backwards.

It was you, Aidan, wasn't it?

You killed Rose Duchamp.

It was you who approached her
in her sleep and killed her
before searching her house.

You're the man
she was running from,

the ex-boyfriend at the heart
of the money-laundering ring

who she's finally exposed.

You came to Saint-Marie
two weeks ago.

You've been looking for Rose
ever since you got here.

You found her last night.

(CAR HONKING)

-Take him away.
-(PHONE RINGING)

-Two years.
-Took us one day.

Well, at least I get to go home.

Home!

Oh, I've lost the
piece of paper!

What? Wait, hold on!
Sir, the baby's coming!

-What?
-Juliet, you know, she's...
The baby! It's coming!

-Then go!
-Yeah, go, go, go!

-You process him,
I'll bring the car round.
-What?

No, I'll process him,
you bring the car.

I'll lock him up,
then we'll follow Fidel.

(RICHARD SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

I don't seem to
have any signal.

I don't suppose anybody else
has got any, have they?

What's more important
than Fidel's baby?

Sir, you don't, uh,
you don't have any signal?

No, sorry.

(BABY CRYING)

-I'm a daddy!
-Oh!

Well done, Fidel!

(LAUGHING)

(CHEERING)

So...

Did you make the call?

You know I didn't.

Good! You decided to stay.

No, not exactly,
I just couldn't...

I'm sorry, sir, but you
tricked me, again.
I find that very underhand.

Would you like to make
an official complaint?

-Who to?
-The police commissioner.

That's you, isn't it?

Yes.

This is my daughter.

Are you sure?

(LAUGHING)

-Congratulations, Fidel.
I'm very happy for you.
-Thank you, sir.

-There's nothing quite as
glorious as a new life.
-No.

You can hold her, sir,
if you want.

Oh, actually,
I've never held a baby before.

Then it's about time you did.

Yes, great...

(LAUGHING)

Oh, hello.

(LAUGHING) Ah!

Oh, God, she's just been
sick on me.
Sorry, what do I do now?

It's OK, I'll take her.

Yes, please do, please.
I'm so sorry, I made her sick.

Murderers!

I'm so much more comfortable
with murderers than babies.

Don't worry,
I'll take her
back to her mother.

Maman?

-You all right?
-I'm always all right.

-Good night, Richard.
-Good night.

Hello?

Over here!

Thanks.

Aren't you going to sit down?

Oh, down here?

Uh, yeah.

-On the sand?
-Yes.

I was starting to think
you'd loosened up a bit.

I have.

I mean, sitting on the beach,
beer in hand, free spirit.

I'm virtually feral.

Hardly!

All the time you've been here,
have you learnt anything?

Have you changed
your opinion, maybe?

Yeah.

-How?
-There is something I've
realised, something I...

...suppose it's taken
me a long time to notice.

-Yes?
-Something I've really
come to appreciate,

-more than I thought I would.
-What?

My own company.

Now what have I done?

Nothing.

That is so annoying.

-Wait, I'm annoying?
-Yes.

You're so English!

-Being English
doesn't mean you're annoying.
-Yes, it does.

Well, if you don't mind me
saying so, I think that's
very childish.

-And very French.
-Excuse me?

And what has being
French got to do with it?

-You started it.
-No, I didn't!

- Agh! Agh!
- What?

I've got, I've got
sand in my eye.

(CAMILLE LAUGHING)

Stop laughing,
I'm dying here!
I've got sand in my eye!

Stop being a baby!

(RICHARD SCREAMING)

(CAMILLE LAUGHING)