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("DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS" PLAYS)

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

However, never fear because Christmas Day

is less than a week away.

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

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

that will get you in the festive mood.

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

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

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

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

(DRIPPING)

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

("DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS" CONTINUES)

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

Going to Streatham High Road. Any takers?

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

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (AIR PUFFING)

(GIRL) He's seeing you.

Oy!

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

(BOY LAUGHS)

(GIRL) Bye, loser!

(MELLOW MUSIC)

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

(CONTROLLER)Not again, Colin.

(SIGHS)

(SOFT SWEET MUSIC)

One day Colin... one day...

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(BLISS) Oh, champagne, yeah.

That goes right in the fridge. Thanks.

I found Guy Fawkes loitering in the hallway.

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

(BLISS) Great.

Oh, Mari, Mari, no.

No swimming please.

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

Cause it's all set up for the party,

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

It was never like this when Mum had parties.

They were actually fun.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Philip.

You've a conference call coming up.

I never tire of it, you know.

(PHILIP) Watching the old girls pass by.

Seeing your empire before you?

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

I think the shareholders in New York would disagree.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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

(BLISS) Excuse me a moment.

Honey, what is your ex-wife doing here?

Well, I couldn't not invite her.

Bliss, what a wonderful party.

Better than anything I ever threw here.

That's kinda what I was going for.

Then you've surpassed yourself.

(BLISS) Mm.

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

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS) God, this music's awful.

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

- (FAINT JAZZ MUSIC) - (DISTANT CHATTER)

(RUSTLING)

Hello? Is someone there?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(APPLAUSE)

(LOUD BANG)

Bit eager with the fireworks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SWELLING)

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

It's my favourite.

And not cheap.

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

Inspector?

Oh I might go over budget a little.

You are the Commissioner, after all.

I will enjoy it very much.

Well, that just leaves me.

And by process of elimination, dictates it must be you

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

It's nice and soft.

Maybe a fancy new tie.

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

(NEVILLE) And it is...

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Socks.

You bought me plain, brown socks.

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

I actually know very little about you.

But then I remembered...

That I wear socks?

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

Thank you, sir. Much appreciated.

Right, time for a drink, I think.

Good idea.

Evening, Neville!

(NEVILLE) Evening, Catherine.

Four of your famous rum punches, please.

- With pleasure. - (CHUCKLES)

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

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

(CLICKS TONGUE) you know, kiss Florence.

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

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

(CATHERINE) Probably not.

It would involve you actually doing something.

That's a tad unfair, Catherine.

I did try and do something.

It's just events conspired against me.

(CATHERINE) You haven't told me.

What happened that night?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

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

What I wanted to say was...

And then nothing happened!

I need a few more rum punches inside me

before we open that can of worms, Catherine.

Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

It's a divert from the station.

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

looks like he shot himself.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BRUCE) There was going to be a fireworks display

at eleven o'clock.

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

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

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

It was actually his wife's idea.

Philip Carlton was a well-respected business man.

(SELWYN) He owned the Carlton Atlas Shipping Company.

Must have had a few quid going spare then?

I'd say so.

Marlon, photographs, please.

(FLORENCE) And we should bag the gun.

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

I'm surprised no one heard the gun shot.

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

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

of the fireworks going off by mistake.

What time was this?

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - Quarter to eleven.

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

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

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

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

Looks like the last thing the victim did

was to record a video.

At 10:43.

That's two minutes before the shot was fired.

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

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

right now, right here.

So, Mr Carlton recorded these final few words.

And then, took his own life.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Philip... (NATASHA CLICKS TONGUE)

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

And you're his wife, Mrs Carlton?

Ex wife, but I kept the surname.

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

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

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

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

It's regressive and archaic.

Okay, sure.

What Natasha's saying is Philip was prone

to the odd bout of depression.

And had Mr Carlton been particularly downcast of late?

A little, I'd say, yes.

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

Yes, Philip lost his father at Christmas.

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

they had a very difficult relationship,

strained, at best.

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

I tried to get him to speak to my therapist.

I told him he had to deal with these issues.

Not bottle them up.

But he could be so stubborn.

And you think this is what Mr Carlton was referring to

in the message he left?

It has to be.

(BRUCE) This afternoon, he looked so lost.

I should've said something.

But I thought

he always picks himself up, dusts himself down.

Always.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I've, uh, finished processing the scene.

I'll get the paperwork written up.

And I'll speak to the coroner.

Poor family.

Some Christmas.

- (DISTANT SIRENS BLARING) - (KEYS JINGLING)

(LOCK CLATTERS)

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

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

No, right, of course.

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

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

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

Proper talk?

I see.

Yeah.

Well, we can do that when you get back.

Okay. Bye, love.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(MELLOW MUSIC)

(EERIE SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CAR ENGINE STOPS)

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

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

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

What do you say, Officer Pryce?

I'll try my best, Commissioner.

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

dressed like this.

Stop complaining. And put your hat on.

Now, where's my sack?

(PHONE BUZZING)

(SELWYN GRUNTS)

Hello, Officer Pryce speaking.

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

Commissioner, it's your secretary.

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

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

The hotel has a spa and pool.

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

and eat barbecued fish.

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

(CHUCKLES)

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

When it comes to Christmases,

I like them cold and drizzly, and grey!

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

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

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

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

I'm all snuggled up on the sofa.

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

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

- (CHEF'S KISS) - Oui.

(CHUCKLES)

That's my family. I better go.

Yeah, um... (GRUNTS)

(NEVILLE) Have a lovely Christmas, Florence.

Thank you, you too.

Enjoy your trip home to Manchester.

- Thank you. - You've earned it.

(LIGHT MUSIC)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

I don't believe what I'm seeing.

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

Oh?

Interpol received a phone call last night.

A man based in London.

He'd been sent a Christmas card

claiming that Mr Carlton was murdered.

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

Okay.

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

I've been asking myself the same question.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

I thought it was a joke at first.

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

about this rich guy, Philip Carlton,

who'd killed himself on your island?

Which is where this came from.

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

"Saint Marie."

And that's when I thought to myself,

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

(WHISPERS) There you go.

Is that an elf?

Not a real one.

Mr Babcock. Is there any reason you can think of

why someone might've sent this to you?

No.

So you have no connection to Philip Carlton?

Never met him, or someone in his family?

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

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

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

Sure. Uh, just email me the address.

Thank you for your assistance.

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

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

Right. Um... bye, then.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

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

Not a very funny one, but...

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

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

Uh, sir, that was the pathologist.

There's something he thinks you should know.

"Postmortem lividity shows that the victim's body

was moved after he died."

Possibly lifted and then dragged.

If the body was moved, that means that someone

placed the gun in Philip Carlton's hand

to make it look like a suicide.

And in so doing, covering up a possible murder.

Which might explain why this was sent.

If we have a murder case to investigate,

then I suggest we put on more suitable attire.

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

For Christmas.

You're gonna want me to stay here?

Sorry, Inspector.

(SIGHS)

I'll call my mum and let her know.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PHILIP) I don't think this will come

as any surprise to you

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

right now, right here.

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

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

Yeah. I mean,

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

He says, uh...

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

you need to understand, this has to happen."

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

But what?

(SIGHS)

We need to get in touch with his family,

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

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

Search the house and grounds,

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

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

I suppose, there is someone I can think of

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

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

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

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

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

Yes-i!

Dwayne! You're back!

Yes-i! And there's going to be

a lot of partying on the island tonight!

Ai-ai-ai! (CHUCKLES)

(FISHERMAN MURMURS)

Well, this I can't believe.

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

I'm honoured, truly.

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

Not in any trouble, am I, Commissioner?

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

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

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

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

DI Neville Parker. Dwayne Myers.

Nice to meet you, Dwayne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, this is a rag-tag bunch.

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

The thing is, if you got me working Christmas,

we on overtime rates?

I suppose.

And could there be a little seasonal drinkies thrown in,

in the light of the sacrifice?

I am sure... something can be arranged.

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

Is that a "yes", then?

♪ I've got a hard road to travel ♪

♪ And a rough rough way to go ♪

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

♪ To travel ♪

♪ And a rough rough way to go ♪

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

♪ My mind's made up ♪

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

I'm sorry. Murder?

Why on earth would you say that?

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

after he died, which is suspicious.

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

sent from this island.

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

(SCOFFS)

What man?

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

His name is Colin Babcock.

- Colin Babcock? - Mm-hm.

(SCOFFS)

Does that ring any bells for any of you?

No.

Is this who you're talking about?

Yeah, that's him.

This has gotta be a joke, right?

I mean, look at him. (SCOFFS)

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

he's kind of a nobody.

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

we can't ignore the allegation.

But who would want to kill Philip?

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

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

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

And if we can get a list of all the guests

who attended the party?

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

You're not joking about this, are you?

No.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DWAYNE MUTTERS)

What's he like?

The new Inspector?

Oh, uh, smart, knows his stuff.

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

Marlon, the English, they're all strange.

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

you go outside and do the grounds, alright?

(MARLON) Sure thing.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What? - So...

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

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

I don't know what you mean.

Hmm.

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

- Heads or tails? - (MUTTERS)

Eh!

Heads!

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

So you got moves, huh? All right.

(SCOFFS) You win today.

(BRUCE) The estate is divided equally

between Natasha, Bliss and Marigold.

He had two phones?

One for work and that one for personal.

It's six, two, four, three.

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

(BRUCE) Yeah, Natasha struggled with the separation.

I don't think she ever quite accepted it.

And the calls?

Most days, after a glass of wine or four,

she'd call and just let rip.

(BRUCE) Philip stopped answering after a while.

Let his voice-mail bear the brunt.

(AUTOMATED VOICE) You have one new message,

received Friday, 12:33pm.

That's the day of the party.

(NATASHA SLURRING) Why've you done this?

I don't understand

Everything is just for her.

That, that silly little...

witch.

What we had was so...

and you went and crushed it, Philip.

I hate you for what you've done,

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

I was feeling rather sorry for myself,

overdid the vino at lunch.

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

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

from what we've heard.

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

Good old yappy Bruce!

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

I am, yes.

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

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

Look, what reason would I have to kill Philip?

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

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

That does give you motive.

No, it doesn't.

Not if...

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

(NATASHA) It just wasn't.

You thought he'd come back to you?

I was sure of it, yes.

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

And everything would...

correct itself.

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

(NATASHA) Because he's...

(CLICKS TONGUE) gone.

He's gone from my life for good.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(DWAYNE) Ah, Commissioner. Inspector.

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

Probably best if we don't call her that.

While Natasha Carlton does have motive,

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

What about you gents? Any news?

Uh, so we searched the house and the grounds.

Took witness statements. And spoke to all the staff.

And nobody knew of any monkey business

going on in the victim's private life.

Although we did get something from the guy

who organised the parking the night of the murder.

His name's Emmanuel.

He said he noticed a car up on the hill,

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

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

Did he get a registration number?

We got better than that.

He said the car was a busted orange Triumph.

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

on this island...

Zelda Moncrief.

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

Who's Zelda Moncrief?

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

Zelda has her fingers in a number of pies,

most of them illicit.

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

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

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

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

to wrap things up for this evening.

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

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

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

we also need to find whoever it was who wrote

and posted this Christmas card.

The question is:

just why did they send it to this man?

(NEVILLE) Colin Babcock.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

Evening, Catherine. Busy tonight.

(CATHERINE) The wanderer has returned.

So, Neville...

It's just us. No one will hear.

Please tell me, what happened between you and Florence?

Do I have to, Catherine?

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

(SIGHS)

Okay, well...

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

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

(NEVILLE)And I was about to do it.

I was about to tell her.

What I wanted to say was...

And?

(SIGHS) Well, then Florence...

noticed something.

What is it?

A mosquito landed and perched right on my forehead.

Ah, no.

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

And she was gonna bat it away.

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

(NEVILLE) Oh, no!

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

but I'm extremely susceptible to nosebleeds.

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

Ah, Neville...

So she insisted on cancelling her date

and taking me to A and E.

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

(FLORENCE) Sir...

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

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

Ah. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

So...

what now?

Will you try again?

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

all that was going through my head was that,

I couldn't wait for Christmas to be over

and for her to come back again.

(SIGHS)

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

- Just be casual. - (GLASS THUDS)

Mmm. Oh, no, no.

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

Trust me. You need it.

Okay.

(CHILL MUSIC)

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

on Boxing Day for the poker game, hah.

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

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

(DWAYNE) Dum, dum.

(DWAYNE HUMMING)

One last little rum... (GROANS)

(HUMMING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC)

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(MOTOR ENGINE HUMMING)

So I was speaking with JP last night.

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

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

He was like the ying to my yang.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

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

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

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

Though he reckoned I could learn a thing or two

- from you. - Oh?

Said you had your own unique style of policing.

Yes, it's called the full package.

(KNOCKING)

Watch and learn.

Hey, Officer Dwayne Myers, ey,

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

And a Merry Christmas to you too, Zelda.

This is my colleague, Officer Marlon Pryce.

Yes, I know Marlon.

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

That uniform. Still look like a little thief.

Uh-hum. Morning, Zelda.

Hmm. So go on now, what you want?

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

(MARLON) We're treating it as suspicious.

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

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

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

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

Guess you better come inside.

Hmm.

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

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

While we're discussing matters?

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

Christmas Eve an' all, ey.

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

- Voila! Coming right up. - (CHUCKLES)

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

Drinking on duty.

Marlon. (SCOFFS)

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

Put the people at ease.

Make them think that you're on their side.

By the way, you're driving.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

(GROANS)

(ENGINE REVVING IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE REVVING)

No, no, no, no! Please!

(DWAYNE) Quick, give me the keys!

The ignition is busted.

Zelda!

So losing a suspect...

that all part of your process too, hmm?

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

I'm a bit rusty!

Sir, I'm just going over

the witness statements taken yesterday.

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

Bliss, Natasha and Marigold.

Mm-hm. None of these people have an alibi

at the time of the murder.

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

and shot the victim.

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

(LOUD BANG)

At least we know who didn't do it.

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

Really?

Last night, I spoke to a couple of contacts

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

And they say Mr Garrett had grown resentful over time.

Why?

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

He was never anything other than a salary man.

(SELWYN) No shares, dividends, nothing.

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

Zelda Moncrief has done a runner.

How did that happen?

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

- Right? - That's right.

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

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

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

So Zelda was seen near the Carlton Villa

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

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

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

- (KNOCKING) - (COLIN) Hello.

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

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

Colin Babcock. I know.

Bet you weren't expecting this?

(ZIPPER ZIPS)

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

Uh, thanks.

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

I was going to, but...

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

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

now I've got a reason.

I won't get in your way.

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

I'll get this to the lab for processing.

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Hey, Dwayne.

Check me out. (LAUGHS)

You get these on your travels?

Tahiti.

Oh, what a night that was.

I had my heart broken twice, you know,

both times by the same woman.

Oh, Mahana,

what it could've been between us.

So what made you do it?

Pick up everything and set sail?

It was me and my father, Nelson.

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

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

Is he back on Saint Marie as well?

No, he went back to London.

That's where home is for him.

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

Yeah.

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

something like that. Hmm, yeah.

(MELLOW MUSIC)

Yeah.

Okay, thank you. (NEVILLE GRUNTS)

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

The last few internet searches he made

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

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

Why was Philip Carlton so interested in some unemployed actor?

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

Mr Adler recently dispensed of their services,

because he was moving to the Caribbean

and according to immigration just now,

Rufus Adler arrived in Saint Marie a week ago.

This is his address, shall we?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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

renting himself a rather expensive villa.

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

Hmm.

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

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

because we both travel so much.

We met when I was teaching yoga out in LA.

And, uh, were you still seeing each other

when you met Philip Carlton, Ms Monroe?

The way I live my life is my choice.

Polyamory is not a crime.

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

He found out recently.

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

Two days before Philip Carlton's murder. Why?

See, Bliss was having a hard time of it.

So, I flew out.

A hard time?

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

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

and I wasn't coping with it.

And now here you both are.

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

How convenient for you.

Okay, stop.

You're gonna need some actual evidence

if you're gonna throw accusations like that around.

Not an accusation, Miss Monroe, just an observation.

Get your things, we're going home.

(TENSE MUSIC)

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

(BLISS) Let's get takeout.

- Love you. - Bye, mum.

(NATASHA) Bye.

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

(MARIGOLD) She's moving him in.

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

and it's Christmas Eve.

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

Okay, so Zelda had already passed through passport control

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

Now, apparently, she was picked up

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

Did they get a registration?

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

But look, he could be anywhere!

(SIGHS)

- You know what? - What?

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

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

his scooter has to be parked up somewhere.

- So? - So...

if we walk every street on this map,

we are bound to find it.

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

That must be just about the dumbest plan

I've ever heard in my life.

Walking every street in the city with my feet?

(SCOFFS) That would literally kill me, man.

Well, have you got a better idea?

- Uh... - Uh...

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

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(NEVILLE) Okay, thank you.

The VP of Carlton Atlas Shipping can think of no reason

why someone would want Philip Carlton dead.

Particularly as they were just about to throw a party

for his 40th year heading up the company.

Bruce Garrett was gonna organise a retrospective of it.

All in all, a well-loved CEO.

A distinctly different state of affairs to his childhood.

According to this article, Mr Carlton was six

when his mother died.

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

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

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

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

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

Whoever killed Philip Carlton knew exactly what they were doing.

But who was it? Who shot him?

- (PHONE BUZZING) - Oh.

Hey, Catherine.

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

Bye.

("JINGLE BELLS" INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING)

Inspector Parker? What are you doing here?

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

Thanks.

Cheers!

- To a Caribbean Christmas, eh? - Yeah.

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

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

Christmas kind of got cancelled.

My girlfriend made other arrangements.

That turned out didn't include me.

Oof, I'm sorry.

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

Be spontaneous for once in your life,

stop living in the shadows."

Here I am.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

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

You have?

Yeah, oh, I forgot to mention, um,

you can kip at my place, if you want.

- Really? - Sure.

Thank you.

Now, most importantly,

what would you like to have for your dinner?

Do you do chicken and chips?

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

Oh! The English!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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

(BLISS) Colin Babcock.

What the hell's he doing in Saint Marie?

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

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

(STORM RUMBLING)

No!

Okay.

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

we meet up at the end, hm?

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

got even dumber.

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

So what do you suggest we do?

I don't know.

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

May I remind you, Dwayne,

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

And how'd you work that one out?

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

a glass of Christmas punch!

It was early in the morning.

I wasn't thinking straight.

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

(MARLON) You've lost us a suspect!

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

you do nothing but moan about it.

This whole thing would've been easier without you.

Oh, well be my guest then!

(DWAYNE) I was only trying to help!

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

- Dwayne! - (DWAYNE) What?

I've got places I should be!

Dwayne! Dwayne!

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Here you go, Colin.

Looks like I've made a friend.

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

(NEVILLE) Or maybe I'm his lodger?

Anyway, Harry, this is Colin Babcock.

- Nice to meet you, Harry. - Oh.

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

Are you sure there's nothing you can think of

that might explain why it was sent to you?

No. Nothing. Really.

Hmm.

All right. Good night, Colin.

(COLIN) Thanks again.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(RAIN PATTERING)

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

Some welcome home this is!

- (DWAYNE) Hey! - (HORN HONKING)

Watch where you're going!

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

to show an officer of the law some respect!

Seriously? You didn't see me standing here?

(SINGING IN DISTANCE)

(CHOIR SINGING "SILENT NIGHT")

(PHONE BUZZING)

(CHOIR SINGING CONTINUES)

- (CHOIR SINGING CONTINUES) - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(COLIN GROANING)

- (COLIN) Help! - (THUDDING)

Neville!

(NEVILLE) Colin!

Colin!

I need an ambulance.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Dwayne?

Ah.

(RAINCOAT RUSTLING)

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

I'm completely soaked.

Tell me about it.

Man, it's quiet in here.

Peaceful.

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

(CHUCKLES) She'll be going crazy,

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

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

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

First Christmas I won't be there.

Marlon, I... (SIGHS)

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

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

I haven't been feeling myself lately.

The truth of the matter is, my father,

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

And I mean really ill.

I'm sorry.

So why didn't you go with him?

(SCOFFS)

Because while I'm here,

I can pretend maybe it isn't really happening.

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

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

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

I know my father needs me,

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

(MARLON CLEARS THROAT)

(RAINCOAT RUSTLING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

This isn't really helping, is it?

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

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

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

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

No matter what.

Partners, you know.

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

You just have to be there for your partner.

Right?

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)

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

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

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

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

But how, how we gonna do that?

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

I'll tell you how.

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

By walking every single street in this city!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

Morning, Inspector.

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

(CHUCKLES) And to you.

How is Mr Babcock? Any news?

Well, the doctor says he has a bad concussion.

But they're not worried.

Might take him a while to come round, though.

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

would suggest that this Christmas card

wasn't sent as a joke.

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

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

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

But what can he know?

Considering he'd never even heard of Philip Carlton

until a couple of days ago?

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Oh, it's from the lab, sir.

They've found a match for the fingerprints

on the card and the envelope.

So, who was it? Who sent the card?

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

The evidence is pretty indisputable, Mr Garrett.

But I swear to you,

I did not send some total stranger in London

a Christmas card saying Philip was murdered.

I mean, why would I?

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

Then...

is there another possible explanation

as to how your prints ended up on the card?

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

to set me up here, to frame me.

But why would they do that?

I have no idea!

(CHEEKY MUSIC)

(DWAYNE) Marlon, are we nearly there yet?

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

(MARLON) I don't understand.

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

It should've been here!

(SIGHS)

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

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

Look at us. Walking all night and for what?

- (SCOOTER ENGINE HUMMING) - Scooter...

- Where? - Over there.

(SCOOTER ENGINE REVVING)

You know. It just could be.

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

- (DWAYNE PANTING) - (UPTEMPO MUSIC)

No way. I don't believe it.

(MARLON) It's the scooter, Dwayne.

No registration plates. And look!

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

(DOOR CREAKING)

Anton, you find anywhere open?

- (DOOR OPENS) - Mm?

(CHUCKLES, MURMURS)

Can I tempt either of you officers

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

(UPBEAT PLAYFUL MUSIC)

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

the night Philip Carlton was shot?

(SUCKS ON TEETH)

Zelda.

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

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

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

She had this on her.

What was this money for?

I'd done a bit of work for him.

The private investigating side of things, ey.

What work?

He had me find someone for him.

- Who? - His son.

He had a son?

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

and give it up for adoption.

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

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

Goes by the name of...

Colin Babcock.

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

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

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

Never trusted your like, hmm.

Never will!

Move!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

I was travelling round India after my A Levels

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

and then the news came through about his father dying.

So, we flew over here,

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

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

The timing couldn't have been worse.

But you went through with it,

and then put the baby up for adoption?

It was the hardest decision to make.

But considering how young we both were,

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

you know, it felt like the right choice.

And, um, all these years later,

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

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

So, you knew he was doing this?

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

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

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

They had a son.

But the letter never got sent?

No.

Why not?

Because it may have meant that the billion pound estate

which was to be divided between the three of you,

would then include, a fourth party, hm?

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

So, what did you do?

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

I just feel I really need to do this.

Philip, you are being selfish!

This affects all of us, Dad.

We're putting an end to this.

(NEVILLE) And he just accepted that?

Well, when he was feeling low,

Philip was not someone to put up a fight.

He could be very easily managed.

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

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

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

But why should we believe you,

when you've already tried to kill Colin Babcock?

We bloody did not!

Well, someone did.

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

(GASPS)

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

(GASPS) What on earth made you think that

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

I just saw how angry you were

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

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

and banged his head when I pushed him off.

I really didn't mean to hurt him.

Of all the idiotic things you could do!

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

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

Just to confirm that you and Mr Carlton are indeed

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

I'm sorry?

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

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

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

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

I really think that we're done here.

Come on, my darling.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

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

(CHUCKLES)

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

and apply for a warrant to force Mrs Carlton

to take one as well, right?

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

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

And I haven't had anything since breakfast.

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

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

No way to spend Christmas Day, is it?

- Hello everyone! - Catherine?

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

I may have accidentally cooked too much Christmas lunch.

(LAUGHS) wow!

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

Oh, Catherine, I could kiss you.

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

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

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

- Excellent! - (TROPICAL CHRISTMAS MUSIC)

And you know what, personally speaking,

I've always preferred the leftovers

to the actual Christmas Dinner anyway.

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

Catherine, this is a total feast.

You are a saviour, Catherine.

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

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

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

If you're looking for turkey, Neville,

I'm afraid you might be disappointed.

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

Oh, yes it is!

What? No mashed potatoes? No Brussel Sprouts?

- Brussel Sprouts with lobster? - What?

Stop sulking, Inspector.

You're right, sir.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Catherine, this looks, um, fantastic.

- Maybe there is one more surprise. - Oh.

Don't get your hopes up, Neville.

It's not your Christmas turkey dinner.

But it is...

Chicken and chips! Yes!

(NEVILLE CHUCKLES)

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

(LAUGHS) Cheers everybody, Merry Christmas.

(ALL) Merry Christmas!

Happy Christmas, Neville.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(CALL DIAL TONE)

- Hey! Evening, sir. - Oh.

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

Thank you and the same to you.

I hope it wasn't too disappointing for you.

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

Really? Even though you were working?

And not home in grey, cold, drizzly Manchester?

Well, despite all that, I have somewhat unexpectedly

had a pretty good Christmas.

Then I'm pleased for you.

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

uh, to say for a while now.

Hmm, okay?

(SOFT MUSIC)

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

And a lot of that has been down to you.

And I think us spending time together...

Um, I... I've maybe grown

a bit fond of you.

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

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

would you maybe consider

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

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

- Florence? - (LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

Florence?

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

(MARLON) Inspector.

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

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

I've had this ten, maybe twelve years,

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

It's not a coincidence though is it?

That you have a photo of Saint Marie?

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

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

I decided to go looking for them.

And what happened?

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

When I went to collect it,

It had got water damaged,

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

just a few words here and there.

And two of those words were Saint Marie?

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

or something, Saint Marie?

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

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

so far away from my life.

So, when you received the Christmas card

with the Saint Marie stamp, post-mark,

you wondered if maybe there was a connection?

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

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

I think if I'd never known my parents,

I would have done whatever it takes.

So, do you know now?

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

It might be.

We're doing a DNA test to confirm it.

So, I might finally meet my birth family?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(PUFFS)

The lab sent over the results.

And? Is Colin Philip Carlton's son?

It's really not a biggie.

It was always a long shot,

coming out here thinking I'd find my parents.

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

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

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

This Christmas card has led us a merry dance.

(SELWYN) First, it was sent to a man

who appears to have no connection to the case.

And then, when we eventually uncover a link

between him and the victim,

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

What are you saying, sir?

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

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

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

which means that someone staged the scene

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

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

recorded by the victim, two minutes before he died.

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

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

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

right now, right here.

"Right now, right here?"

Right here!

- Of course! - Chief?

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

Notice what, sir?

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

rather than what is there, if that makes sense.

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

after he died."

I was travelling around India when I met Philip.

Then the news came through about his father dying.

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

he and his father remained estranged after that.

They were just about to throw a party

for his 40th year heading up the company.

(NEVILLE)Bruce Garraway was going to organize

the retrospective for him.

Is Colin, Philip Carlton's son?

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

Where did it happen?

Why have you been giving us the run-around?

Zelda!

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

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

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

And tell me where you were.

When you handed over what he wanted.

Down the bottom of the garden close to the beach.

And where was Philip Carlton?

Him sat on a bench, underneath this arbour.

- (RUSTLING) - Is someone there?

Yes!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

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

how will we know when we've found it?

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

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

Maybe something from Philip's school days.

Like a school photo?

Exactly like that, sir.

See, Philip Carlton...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Philip Carlton was murdered.

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

And yet, it's also a lie.

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

Just before ten thirty Philip Carlton left the party.

And headed down here, to this bench.

Where he was meeting this woman, Zelda Moncrief.

(NEVILLE) Because not only had he paid her

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

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

Correct?

You see, Philip Carlton had already made up his mind

to take his own life that night.

So, after Zelda left and he was alone,

he recorded the message on his phone,

then he put the gun to his head.

(GUNSHOT)

So, the conclusion that everybody drew

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

One of our officers has just finished processing this second scene

and can confirm that there are

significant traces of blood on this seat.

So, the Christmas card was wrong?

Philip wasn't murdered?

No, the Christmas card is right.

(NEVILLE) Philip Carlton was murdered.

But the man who shot himself here last week

was not Philip Carlton.

He was an imposter.

That doesn't make any sense.

This is the real Philip Carlton.

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

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

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

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

Because this man, the real Philip Carlton,

was murdered, nearly 40 years ago.

And it's that murder, in the past,

that I think the message in the Christmas card

must be referring to.

Oh, the dig team is here.

Dig team? Why do we need a dig team?

Because we believe

that there's a body buried underneath this bench.

The body of Philip Carlton.

Isn't that right, Natasha?

(TENSE MUSIC)

If Philip Carlton was murdered, the real Philip Carlton,

it leaves us asking one question,

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

Who is the imposter?

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

while travelling in India after finishing school.

She was using her maiden name back then, Berridge.

(NEVILLE) But there's one small fact

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

When Natasha met Philip Carlton,

she was not travelling alone.

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

nearly 40 years ago,

another person with the surname Berridge

landed in Saint Marie around about the same time.

His name was Andrew Berridge.

Your cousin Andrew, I believe?

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

We loved each other.

(NATASHA) Andrew and I.

So, so much.

No one understood. No one wanted us

to be together, and...

just because, because we were...

So you ran away together and travelled round India.

We didn't know what we were doing,

we didn't know where we were going,

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

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

We just let him tag along with us,

and then the news broke through

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

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

for me and Andrew.

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

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

It wasn't very difficult, really.

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

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

and I told him that Andrew and I were finished.

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

And Andrew followed a few days later.

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

You and Andrew lived the lie ever since...

with him assuming Philip Carlton's identity,

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

Except Andrew always struggled with it more than you.

The truth of what you'd done.

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

And the message he recorded all the information is there;

if you know the truth.

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

right now, right here.

Right now. Right here.

Right here!

(NEVILLE) He was referring to the site

where Philip's body was buried.

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

and I realised something,

we may have found the body on the beach,

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

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

rather than what is there.

Because your ex-husband shot himself on that bench,

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

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

to misdirect us away from that bench.

I heard the shot, the gunfire.

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

I knew, I knew.

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

because...

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

What I'd done.

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

You restaged it to make it look like

that's where the suicide took place.

But none of this explains the Christmas card.

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

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

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

the man who was pretending to be Philip Carlton.

Because I believe you were blackmailing him.

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

when you were digging through some old pictures of Philip.

And you came across this old school photo.

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

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

No shares, dividends, nothing.

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

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

You had two choices: you could either expose him

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

Or you could make it worth your own while.

I know your secret.

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

But how did it find its way to Colin Babcock?

Well, I believe the victim himself sent it.

(NEVILLE) After he was prevented from sending the letter

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

We're putting an end to this.

His final attempt at finding some peace with himself,

snatched from his hands.

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

to take his own life.

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

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

and no letter to put inside.

(NEVILLE)So, he took the card,

put it in the envelope,

and posted it,

knowing that this final act of defiance,

would put the cat amongst the pigeons.

And set into motion a series of events

that would ultimately bring to light the dark secret

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

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Make the arrest, please.

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

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

Mum...

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

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

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

Mr Babcock, I presume?

You're welcome here.

Good morning, Colin. How're you feeling?

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

Erm, what's going on, Neville?

Your officer who phoned wouldn't say.

Well, we did another paternity test, comparing your DNA

with a man who was murdered a long time ago.

And that man owned this house,

and the Carlton Atlas Shipping company.

- Right. - This is him.

The original Philip Carlton, shall we say.

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

This is my dad?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Feeling a bit choked up actually, Neville.

Well, brace yourself,

because I have some other news for you.

How'd you mean?

Since you're the sole surviving blood relative,

that also means, you are the sole surviving heir.

Okay...

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

The villa.

The business. The money.

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

You're serious?

Bloody hell.

Merry Christmas, Colin.

(UPBEAT CHEERFUL MUSIC)

(CHEERING)

Thank you Neville!

Dwayne. (GRUNTS)

What you got in here, man?

Honestly, my entire wardrobe.

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

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

Yes, Chief, I'm coming!

Look after me old lady, you know!

No worries.

And, um...

I hope your dad's all right, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, um, so you know,

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

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

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

Yes!

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

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

Well, have a Happy New Year, everyone.

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

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

(LIGHT MUSIC)

(SELWYN) Officer Pryce.

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

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

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

(SIGHS)

(CATHERINE) Something the matter?

I don't know.

(CATHERINE) What is it?

Neville kind of asked me on a date.

- Really? - Yeah.

- What did you say? - Nothing.

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

And I don't think he knows I heard.

Ah, so what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I don't know!

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

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

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

when I'm flying.

I'm like a trapped bluebottle.

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

But then I again I snore really bad.

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

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

All right, Chief?

Oh, boy.

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

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

♪ Well, the curtain has fallen ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ I won't return Forever you will wait ♪

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

♪ Yes, sir! Here we go ♪