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Yeah. Well, it's a bit of a work in progress

until we get the website mock-ups, you know.

Of course. I can chase Jason, see where he's at with that.

Yes.

Is there anything else you would like to cover?

No, I think that's everything.

OK. Then great.

I guess I should start packing my suitcase, then.

You know, Debs, we're really excited

you can make it out for our Christmas party.

It's going to be a blast.

No retreat! No surrender!

Ha-ha. Gotcha.

Did you get the suitcases out?

Huh? Er...

No, I forgot.

I'll do it now.

What's the matter?

I don't feel so good, Deb.

What is this, Dave? What's going on?

I just...

I don't think I should fly under this condition.

You know, my stomach's really acting up.

I knew you were going to do this.

Do what?

You never wanted to come, did you?

Ever since we got invited, you couldn't

have been less interested. That's not true.

It's... It's a massive schlep for just, like, a couple of days.

Right? Especially at Christmas.

It's going to be bedlam at the airport. You're not ill.

You just can't be bothered. Do you know what, Dave? Fine.

There is a Christmas party in the Caribbean

with my name on it, and I'm going.

MUSIC: Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses

♪ Bah Humbug, now that's too strong!

♪ Cos it is my favourite holiday

♪ But all this year's been a busy blur

♪ Don't think I have the energy

♪ To add to my already mad rush

♪ Just cos it's 'tis the season

♪ The perfect gift for me would be

♪ Completions and connections... ♪ Merry Christmas!

♪ Left from last year, ski shop

♪ Encounter most interesting

♪ Had his number but never the time

♪ Most of '81 passed along those lines

♪ So deck those halls, trim those trees

♪ Raise up cups of Christmas cheer

♪ I just need to catch my breath

♪ Christmas by myself this year

♪ Merry Christmas, merry Christmas

♪ Couldn't miss this one this year

♪ Merry Christmas, merry Christmas

♪ Couldn't miss this one this year

♪ Merry Christmas, merry Christmas

♪ Couldn't miss this one this year

♪ Merry Christmas, merry Christmas

♪ Couldn't miss this one this year... ♪

Hiya. You're Debbie, yeah?

I'm Riley.

I'm interning for Mr Stableforth, which sounds well posh,

but it ain't, cos he's really just Uncle Gerry to me.

And before you say it, I know that makes me sound like one of them

nepo babies, but I'm so not.

It's lovely to meet you, Riley.

I'll show you to your room.

Oh, and you haven't got long to unpack,

cos we're having lunch on the terrace at one.

How are you with fish? Chef's making snapper. Ugh...

There we go.

Let's get this party started.

What an absolute Christmas cracker.

Ah!

May I say, Bel, how lovely you look?

Ah, thank you.

I suppose it makes a change, doesn't it?

Instead of a normal Christmas tree.

Now, apparently, there's a hotel in New York

spent $10,000 on one of these.

Shut up! Mm. You don't think it's worth that? There she is.

Don't listen to me, darling. I don't know what I'm talking about,

at least not when it's art.

My agent reckons I could have squeezed double for that.

Well, if you ask me, ladies, I think it's priceless.

Come here. Thanks, Dad. Merry Christmas.

Can I get a photo of my two ladies?

Yeah.

No, up higher, baby. It's a better angle.

Such a shame your fiance couldn't make it out. Mm.

Poor guy, stuck at home. Yeah, I'm really sorry about that.

Especially after you paid for the flights and everything.

You made the right choice, though.

You don't want to be trapped on a plane with him when it's

coming out both ends, do you?

Right, then. Introductions.

Mum, Dad. Come and meet Debbie.

Oh!

This is our digital marketing guru. Hello, darling. I'm Bella.

It's lovely to meet you, Bella.

Hello, Debs. Gerry, hi.

Marianna. We spoke briefly.

Mwah, mwah.

It's really nice to meet you in person.

Oh, this is just a little, um, yeah...

Just home-made jam.

Oh. Ah.

Ain't that lovely?

Get that down you, Debs. Help with the jet lag.

Thanks, Gerry. I need it.

Sir, the food is ready.

Well, I think old A over there

says it's time for red snappers and chips.

Let's go eat!

Let's go do this!

Merry Christmas!

Hey.

Hey.

You made it, then?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about not coming.

Let's talk about this when I get back.

How do you mean, talk?

I'm just not sure if I can do this any more, Dave.

Me and you.

We're on totally different pages.

It doesn't mean we can't get ourselves realigned.

You know, if we try. I'm shattered, Dave.

I didn't sleep on the plane.

I just want an early night.

Sure.

GERRY DISTANTLY: This is wrong!

Can't you see this is plain wrong?!

I'm disappointed!

SHE SIGHS

YELLING

You heard that too?

Hello?

Is everything all right?

Hello? Where is everyone?

Is everyone all right?

This is ridiculous.

Where did it come from? I don't know.

We both heard it, didn't we? That scream.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello?

Oh, God. Oh!

Oh, my goodness, no!

What is it?

Oh, God, no. It's Dad. Dad!

Dad! Um... We need to call for an ambulance.

What's happened? It's Gerry!

It-it looks like he's fallen.

Gerry!

There's no signal. I'll head back.

You two go and check on Dad.

Uncle Gerry! Oh, Gerry!

Oh, my goodness. Oh...!

He's still alive.

Gerry, are you all right? Can you...can you hear us?

GERRY GROANS

It's, uh...

..behind you.

What?

I... I don't...

I don't understand.

Uncle Gerry.

Uncle Gerry?

Uncle Gerry...!

I feel honoured to have been entrusted by our mayor to turn on

the lights this year on the Honore town Christmas tree.

I would like to thank the children from the local primary school...

OK, Mum, I don't... No, no.

..a wonderful job making the decorations.

CROWD APPLAUDS

Daloris, you've come to see the lights turned on?

No, I'm just passing through.

I've got an appointment at the hospital. At this time?

Are you sure about that, sweetheart?

Yes, of course.

Oh. I think you've made a mistake.

It's 9:30 in the morning. It's tomorrow.

How did I manage that?

Join me in counting down from ten...

OK, Mum.

Yeah, just text me if there's any delay. Otherwise, I'll just see you

at the airport. Hey! Get away from there!

Mum, I have to call you back. CROWD: ..three, two one!

CROWD GROAN

SWITCH CLICKS

The policeman unplugged! Look!

Neville?

Yes?

What are you doing? Uh...

Well, actually, it wasn't...

Plug it back in!

Yeah... Sure.

I just want to point out that it wasn't me that actually...

Get on with it, Inspector!

Yes, sir.

FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYS, APPLAUSE

I just wanted to say congratulations, sir.

That was beautifully handled. No, no, I...

This is direct from the station. I better take this. Uh...

Well... I...

Thank you, Inspector, for ruining what was supposed to be

one of the highlights of my year.

No, but, sir, I-I-I...

I-I didn't...

He was so looking forward to it.

Neville!

Catherine, I-I didn't...

Guys.

The paramedics got an accident and death up in the hills.

Oh, no.

Commissioner?

Victim is Gerard Stableforth,

58 years old, CEO of a UK-based clothing company.

Witnesses heard a scream, came to investigate

and found him lying down there.

The family assume it was an accident.

There's no suggestion of suicide?

No note was left.

And apparently he was in good spirits at lunch.

The paramedics believe the number of broken bones

is consistent with a fall from that height.

The wife says that they had had a long, boozy lunch

in the afternoon.

So maybe he just wasn't clear-headed.

If it was sunset...

..getting dark.

If we're looking at accidental death,

this is going to be one for the coroner.

Inspector, Commissioner.

There's something I think you should hear.

Riley here is the victim's niece.

When she and another witness found Mr Stableforth,

he was still alive.

Well, it's like I said to Marlon... Officer Pryce.

..when we found Uncle Gerry, he could hardly breathe.

He did manage a few words.

What did he say?

Looked straight at Debbie and says...

It's, uh...

..behind you.

What?

"It's behind you."

"It's behind you"?

And then what?

Well, it's like I said to Marlon... Officer Pryce.

..we both looked behind us, and there was nothing there.

When we turned back, he'd...

..passed on.

Any idea what he might have meant? "It's behind you"?

RILEY SIGHS

But it felt like it really mattered, if you know what I mean.

Like he needed to say it.

And this other witness, Debbie, where is she?

Back at the villa, I guess.

NEVILLE SIGHS

Long night, eh, sir?

Inspector, Commissioner.

We've got a situation occurring.

One of the witnesses - Debbie Clumson -

I can't seem to find her.

I've checked the house and the grounds, but there's no sign.

Everything is still in her room.

Clothes, mobile phone, passport.

Maybe she went for a walk.

Get some air. It's been a fraught night, by all accounts.

Except it seems as if she's been missing for quite a while.

This is getting mega-freaky now.

So, there are only two routes out of the villa grounds,

both of which are covered by security cameras.

This is the front of the house from 8:00 last night.

That's when we arrived...

..up until a few minutes ago.

No sign of Miss Clumson leaving.

And the other camera?

At the top of the private track leading down to the ravine.

Again, from last night up until this morning,

no sign of our missing person.

All it shows is the paramedics.

But no Debbie Clumson.

No Debbie Clumson.

So, then, that must mean she's still here at the villa somewhere.

I'll speak to Marlon and Darlene, get them to do a fingertip search

of the villa and surrounding grounds.

Mm.

Something not right about this, sir.

Man falls to his death,

and the very last person he spoke to disappears shortly after.

It can't just be a coincidence.

It makes me wonder if there's more to Gerald's Stableforth's

death than we first thought.

Someone wanted him dead, you mean?

If it really was just an accident and nothing more,

why has one of our key witnesses gone missing?

So, currently, our last sighting of Debbie Clumson is around

just after 8:00 last night,

when she left Riley and came here to check on the ambulance.

I'll go and see what's happening.

OK?

Did anyone see her after that?

I haven't seen Debbie since we finished lunch.

Sweetheart?

No.

Mr Stableforth?

I believe Miss Clumson told Riley that you and her

had headed down to the ravine together.

Yes.

Uh...

We both heard a scream from our bedrooms, just after 8:00.

ECHOING SCREAM

You heard that, too?

We went down to the ravine.

Saw what had happened.

And, uh, I came back here to phone for an ambulance.

Was there a reason for Miss Clumson to come here to Saint Marie?

To par-tay.

Sorry?

To party.

We were supposed to be having a bit of a Christmas bash here tonight

for a few business associates.

Celebrate the launch of a new product.

Oh, we're going to need to...

..phone around and cancel.

VOICE BREAKING: Let them know the news.

Oh, Mum. Hey, hey, sh.

Look, I know this is a difficult time, but just to be clear -

no-one has laid eyes on Debbie Clumson since she left the ravine

over eight hours ago?

I... I don't understand.

How do you mean, missing?

Erm...

The last time your fiance was seen

was at approximately just after 8:00 last night.

No-one knows where she is or what's happened to her.

Mr Chadwick, are you aware of anything in regard to

Debbie's dealings with the Stableforth family

that might explain what happened to her?

STAMMERING: Oh... Nothing. She...

They were just her client, you know? It was just a...

It was just a gig, you know?

OK.

Well, if anything occurs, please let us know,

and we'll be in touch as soon as there are any developments.

DISCONNECT BEEP

Hold on, love.

I'm coming for you.

KEYBOARD CLACKS

Yeah, the guy's still here.

Something tells me it won't be for long.

Looks like he's headed your way.

All right. Thank you.

Yes, I appreciate you talking with me.

PHONE BEEPS

So, I think we're right to treat Mr Stableforth's death

as a possible murder, sir.

There's a lot more going on the day he died than the family told us.

Go on.

So, I charged the victim's phone last night and saw there was

one number he called 13 times the same day.

His lawyer.

What were the calls about?

Gerald Stableforth's company, Hitman Fashions,

has been in financial difficulty for some time.

How bad?

$4 million in the red.

NEVILLE EXHALES

Yeah. The night he fell to his death,

Mr Stableforth had decided to declare bankruptcy.

But according to his lawyer,

Benjamin Stableforth was very much against it.

He attempted a corporate takeover bid to stop it happening -

get the company under his own control - but it failed.

We need to talk to Benjamin Stableforth ASAP.

Mr Chadwick! Mr Chadwick.

DI Neville Parker. Welcome to Saint Marie.

This is DS Naomi Thomas.

Thank you. Thank you for coming to pick me up.

Any news on Deb?

No, sorry. No developments.

But I'll update you fully when we get to the hotel.

Yeah, yeah. Let's get there.

Uh, well, actually, there is one other person

we're waiting to pick up.

To do with the case?

No, not as such.

It's actually, uh...

There he is!

My favourite son!

It's my mum.

Your mum? Yeah.

Well, she was due to fly in for Christmas, so I...

Come on, you. You give your mother a big hug.

Yeah. Hi, Mum. Hello.

Oh!

Oh, that feels good! Yeah...

Oh.

Oh! And this must be Naomi.

Am I right? Yep.

It's lovely to finally meet you, Mrs Parker.

Oh, you too, sweetheart.

Neville didn't tell me how beautiful you are.

Aw, that... Oh.

Oh. We're hugging, as well...

And who do we have here?

Erm...

Oh. Uh, this is Dave Chadwick. He's connected to the case.

Oh.

My fiance's gone missing.

Oh...

Oh, Dave.

You poor, poor thing. You must be worried sick.

Not doing too well, actually.

Oh, you poor love.

I reckon you need a hug more than anyone.

An extra big one.

Come on.

Oh...

Oh.

Thank you, Mrs Parker.

Melanie. Please.

OK. Come on, Mum.

Come on, Dave. Dave...

So, we've leafleted the island with these missing person flyers,

and we've even managed to get a copy into the local newspaper,

so we're pulling out all the stops.

Right. And, uh, you know, what can I do?

In terms of what?

In terms of getting stuck in and looking for Deb.

You know, one more body's only going to help, right?

Truthfully, Dave, the best thing you can do is probably

just stay here and let us get on with our job.

I promise we'll keep you updated with any developments. Right?

Erm... Dave Chadwick, checking in.

Erm... Excuse me.

I'm going to need to do some photocopying.

Quite a lot, actually.

OK... Just up there.

NEVILLE STRAINS

PANTING: So, this is your bed here.

I'm in the second bedroom round the back.

Uh...

This is the bathroom.

There is the, well, the beach.

Wi-Fi is intermittent, at best.

Oh, and there is a lizard called Harry who may

or may not come and say hello.

Oh...

I love it, Nev.

It's even better than the photos you sent me. Yeah.

Hey, you not put your decks up yet?

Oh... No, I've got to go and interview this suspect, Mum. Oh.

I'll speak to you later.

PHONE BEEPS Yes, Marlon? Oh...

I'm on my way.

Oh!

Hello, love.

How are you coping living with that one, then, eh?

Hi. Hello. Can I give you one of these?

Have you seen her at all?

There you are. Thank you.

Hi... Hi. Have you seen her at all?

Oh, hiya. Do you recognise her?

It was Darlene who found it, sir, just on the ground over there.

The clasp's broken.

Like it maybe got ripped off or something.

But...also...

There are some small specks of blood on it.

OK. Let's get this over to the lab.

And check with Dave Chadwick

if this is definitely his fiance's bracelet.

OK, sir.

Well, it's definitely hers.

Oh... Man, not her again.

Sir, she has been following us around all day.

Jabbering on.

You're sure it's hers, honey?

I noticed it at lunch. I thought it looked nice.

We appreciate the help, Ms Biggs,

but this is a confidential police investigation.

Oh, right. Sorry.

I'm just interested in this kind of thing, you know.

I was saying to Marlon... Officer Pryce. ..I'm a big crime buff.

Cop shows, that kind of thing.

I binge 'em nonstop.

That's great, Riley, but you're going to have to keep

your distance from this investigation, OK?

Catch you later, Marlon.

Why would she say that?

You want to take this to the lab?

At least she won't be able to get to you there.

If that is Debbie Clumson's bracelet,

the fact there's blood on it, that's not reassuring, is it?

No.

And you haven't found anything else

that might explain what happened to her?

All I can tell you, Inspector, is that she definitely is not here.

NEVILLE EXHALES

Then where the hell is she?

Have you seen this woman?

No?

Hi. Excuse me. Have you seen her?

Do you recognise that face?

Thanks for your time.

Why have I never done this before, Catherine?

All those Christmases I've spent back in England,

and I've been missing all of this!

It's so good to finally meet you, Melanie.

You, too.

Oh, and before I get too tiddly and forget, I just...

I just want to say thank you.

I know how much you've done for Neville.

Keeping an eye on him.

Oh, you don't need to thank me.

He's become a good friend of us all.

How's he been...

..recently, you know, after everything that's happened?

It still plays on his mind, I think.

I've noticed he's been a bit distant on the phone sometimes.

He was never going to get over it quickly.

Not something like that.

I know.

Look, I'm not going to waste your time and pretend there

weren't hostilities between me and Dad the day that he died.

Well, I think that's very wise, Mr Stableforth,

because we know what you tried to do.

I admit I thought Dad trying to liquidate the company

was a catastrophic mistake.

I was doing everything in my power to stop it from happening.

Why?

Because we would have lost everything.

Our business properties, our homes, they'd all have to be sold.

Not to mention the damage it would do to our reputation.

But according to Mr Stableforth's legal and accounting teams,

bankruptcy was inevitable.

Well, I respectfully disagree.

So, what was YOUR plan to deal with the situation?

Over the last year, we've been developing a new product line,

branching out from clothes...

..into this.

Attack Stain Remover.

An old contact of Dad developed a new enzyme technology for us.

I've even brought you some samples so you can see how good it is.

And this is why you didn't want the company to fold?

I know if we could keep going just a little longer,

we could get ourselves out of the red.

Look, it's all there.

Business plans, financial projections.

I'm just trying to be as transparent as I can with you.

Well, we appreciate the cooperation, Mr Stableforth.

But none of what you're telling us actually changes the fact

that with your father dead, you get everything you wanted.

Hitman Fashions is still an active company.

And your new business venture lives to fight another day.

You still think Dad was murdered?

It wasn't just a tragic accident?

We're very much not ruling it out.

Well, then let me assure you,

I would not kill my own father

just to take control of the family business.

We'll need to see all the company's accounts.

Tell me, what plans do you have while you're on the island?

Oh, you know...

..paint the town red, Catherine.

And blue, and green!

Well, the Commissioner, Selwyn, is having a Christmas Eve drinks party.

Mm-hm.

I will make sure you're on the guest list.

Ooh!

And tomorrow we're having a Christmas carnival parade

here in Honore.

I like the sound of that.

Hey, hang about.

There's that fella whose fiance's gone missing.

Oh, goodness, he's caught the sun.

Hiya, Dave!

You all right? You look a bit hot and bothered.

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Melanie.

I've just...

I've just been handing out these flyers all day, in the heat.

It's just a bit...

I'll get him a glass of water.

Come sit down a minute.

Thanks, Catherine.

Thank you.

So...

No sign of her yet, then?

No, not yet.

But, you know, it's...

It's early days still, right?

Looks like I've timed this just right.

You knocking off? Hi, Mum.

How's your day been? I feel like I've abandoned you.

Oh, don't worry yourself.

Catherine's been looking after me royally.

Are you tipsy?

Only the tiniest smidge.

The rum out here's very potent, isn't it?

Hey, do you fancy driving us home?

I've got a surprise waiting for you.

Come on, then.

Mum!

I just had a couple of tea punches.

Tea punches?

Yeah, they're tiny.

They're very strong, Mum. What are they?

They're rum? It's rum? They're rum, yes! Pure rum.

RECORD PLAYS

Mum, on a scale of one to ten, how worried should I be?

Oh, at least a nine.

Right.

Just a couple of steps now.

And...open your eyes.

When did you do all this? This afternoon.

With a little help from Catherine.

That's amazing, Mum. Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, and she left us some Caribbean creme punch.

Can't let that go to waste.

Sure.

Mum, I'm sorry I'm not going to see much of you these next few days,

what with the case.

Don't be daft.

Duty calls.

Anyway, my diary's already fully booked.

Catherine's taking me to the carnival tomorrow,

and she's organised us dates, a couple of hunky Frenchmen.

Ooh la la!

Why am I not surprised?

Well, it should really be you going out on dates,

not your old mother.

Yeah, I... I don't really know if I'm ready for that yet.

After everything.

Sophie? You've not really talked about that much since it happened.

Well, there's not much to say, is there?

Isn't there?

Catherine reckons it still plays on your mind.

Yeah, maybe...a bit.

But, you know...

Hey, come on, are we having this punch or what? Of course.

Cheers, love. Cheers, Mum.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

MUFFLED CONVERSATION

I've missed you so much. I've missed you, too.

Is everything good?

Yeah, everything's good.

DOOR SHUTS

Inspector. Sir. Over here.

So, let's put the bar over there instead.

By the fountain.

As you can see, I'm tied up making preparations for my party,

but I, nonetheless, wanted to check in on the case.

Of course, sir.

All looks like it's coming together nicely.

I'm looking forward to attending.

You're still planning on coming, then?

I am, sir, yes.

You did invite me.

Try not to embarrass yourself.

There will be a number of local dignitaries attending.

I don't want a repeat of the Christmas tree fiasco.

I'll do my best, sir.

Mm.

Actually, sir, I should just say, that wasn't my fault.

There were these two young guys... Yes, yes, yes.

So, the postmortem is in and it confirms what we suspected.

Victim died due to injuries sustained during a fall.

Nothing to suggest foul play.

No bruising or fingermarks indicating he was pushed?

No. But that doesn't mean that he wasn't.

I still think in light of Debbie Clumson's subsequent disappearance,

we can't rule out the possibility

that Gerald Stableforth was murdered.

What if the physical evidence points solely to his death

being an accident?

You're going to have a hell of a task proving it was murder.

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

It's Naomi, sir.

Naomi, what have you got?

Been here all night, then? Mm-hm.

But don't worry.

I'm feeling wide awake and raring to go.

Plus, it was totally worth it.

OK. What have you got?

So, I saw this guy arrive last night.

He's Mariana Stableforth's fiancee.

They're recently engaged, but there was just something off about him.

Alarm bells start ringing?

I found his name on Mariana's social media.

Callen Shaw, originally from Australia,

but seems to have a presence on the London art scene,

which I assume is how they both met.

What makes you say that?

Well, Mariana graduated from art college two years ago,

but hasn't made much of a go of it.

Her father's been bankrolling her ever since.

So what's the score with the boyfriend?

He has form, sir, with a capital F.

Embezzlement, theft, forgery.

All around the UK art underworld.

I put a call into the UK Fraud Department to see

if there was any further intel.

And it turns out Gerry Stableforth was feeding them information

about Callen and his criminal activities.

He was informing on his own daughter's boyfriend?

According to the detective I spoke with, Gerry hated Callen

wanted him nowhere near Mariana,

so he'd hired a private investigator to dig up whatever dirt he could.

Gerry was desperate to put Callen away.

Work. Oh!

MUSIC: I Want To Go Home by Derrick Morgan

♪ I wanna go

♪ I wanna go home... ♪

Your photocopying.

Oh.

Thank you.

Much obliged.

♪ If you see my momma

♪ My dear sister and brother, yay

♪ Tell, Lord, oh, I want to go... ♪

MUSIC FADES OUT

Callen's not a bad man.

Not really.

He's done some quite bad things, though.

I don't know how much you know about his past.

Everything.

I know everything.

And I'm sure you'll judge me for that, but I don't care.

I love him.

What else matters?

We've spoken with the private investigator your father hired.

He said you've already contacted him, AFTER Mr Stableforth's death.

Told us how you've already paid him off.

It was precautionary, nothing more.

Timely, though, considering he was about to deliver evidence

on your fiance, that would most likely see him put in prison.

Your father would have made sure of it.

But now that he's dead, it's all gone away,

just like that.

Look, I admit I had an idea of what Daddy was up to, but I swear

I didn't know how close he and this PI had got to...

To destroying your and your fiance's lives?

So if you didn't know just how bad things were about to get,

what about Callen? Did he know?

No, of course not. How could he?

Ah, Mr Shaw.

DI Parker. DS Thomas.

You arrived back here at the villa last night, I heard?

I did.

Do you mind if I ask where you'd been?

I think you just did.

Flew in from London. And what were you doing in London?

This and that.

We're just trying to establish where you were at the time

of Gerry Stableforth's death.

I see.

Well, now you know.

By the way, I'm not sure if Mariana mentioned, but you should know now,

if poor old Gerry WAS pushed into that ravine,

which I personally doubt,

there's no way it could have been Mariana that did it.

Why is that?

Cos she was on a video call with me when it happened.

How was your day? Yeah, it was good.

We had a barbecue and Debbie arrived.

And... MAN SCREAMS

Did you hear that? What?

Scream.

It was probably just an animal or something, babe.

Don't worry about it.

See you around, DI Parker.

Well, he seems like a nice chap.

Let's check with both their service providers

they were on that video call at the time of the murder,

and check with immigration that he was definitely in the UK. Sir.

The lab have emailed.

The traces of blood on the bracelet we found

have been confirmed as Miss Clumson's.

Dave, it's DI Parker. Where are you right now?

CHEERING AND DRUMBEAT

Thanks for running me home to change, sir.

CARNIVAL MUSIC

Neville! Neville!

Over 'ere!

Excuse me. Sorry.

We didn't think we'd see you here.

You've not come for the carnival, have you?

I'll get you both cocktails. Oh, sorry, Mrs Parker.

We're here for work. Oh.

You having fun, then? I'm having the time of my life.

Don't wait up tonight.

Catherine and me are going bachata dancing.

Yes. It's my favourite dancers.

Claude and Jean Paul.

Yoohoo!

Mum, are they dates?

Just behave yourself, will you?

I will do no such thing!

If you can't be naughty on your holidays, then when can you?

Am I right, Catherine? Of course.

Now, come on, let's go party. Yeah.

I find their accents very alluring.

It renders me quite helpless.

Sorry about that.

Oh, no need to apologise, Inspector.

Your mum is cool.

I love the way she can just put herself out there like that.

It's amazing.

You know, truthfully,

she's had more dates on this island in 24 hours than I've had in...

..two years.

It's just all so effortless.

It's enviable, really.

Oh, there's Dave.

Dave! Dave!

Dave.

Hey, let's go somewhere and talk privately.

Dave, you really need to use some suntan lotion.

That doesn't look healthy.

Come on.

If Deb's blood is on there...

..how do you think it got there?

Well, we don't know.

And while there may be a more innocent explanation,

it does seem to suggest that something happened to Debbie

the night she went missing.

Somebody hurt her, you mean?

Deb. We're sorry we didn't have better news.

Look, we need to get back to the investigation,

but why don't you just take a rest and head back to the hotel?

We'll be in touch. OK?

Come on, Dave.

No retreat. No surrender.

Merci. Merci.

I...know this woman.

I'm sure I do.

Two days ago, Debbie Clumson seemingly vanished into thin air

not 20 minutes after Gerald Stableforth had, I believe,

been pushed to his death.

There has to be a connection between the two, Naomi. But what is it?

It must have something to do with what the victim said

to Miss Clumson just before he died.

"It's behind you." Possibly.

There's nothing else to suggest a link between the two,

other than a few work-based video calls they shared.

But what could he have meant by it?

"It's behind you."

PHONE DIAL TONE

PHONE RINGS

Saint Marie police, Officer Price speaking.

Good afternoon, Mar... Officer Price.

You don't know me, and I wish to remain anonymous.

It's you, isn't it, Riley?

Who? I don't know any Riley.

I recognise your voice, OK?

I've heard it so much the last couple of days, how could I not?

Well, I didn't think you'd know it was me.

I put a piece of cloth over the mouthpiece to disguise my voice.

That's not a real thing, all right? They only do that in the movies.

I can't believe I've blown me own cover.

So? Come on, what do you want?

Well, I can't tell you now you know it's me, can I? Why not?

Riley, are you calling to pass on some information?

Something that might be of use to the case?

Maybe.

But you have to promise you won't tell anyone we spoke,

especially not Auntie Bella.

Is that who this is about? Promise, Marlon?

I promise, OK?

The evening Uncle Gerry was killed,

in fact, not long before it happened,

I saw Bella angry with him.

Like, seriously angry.

Look, there are children, Gerry, and you're going to ruin their lives.

I don't know what she was referring to,

but she loves those kids so much.

Too much.

She'd do anything for them.

So you think it was Bella who killed Gerry to protect them?

It could be.

She looked so angry.

Look, the last thing I heard her say that night was...

I will do everything and anything I can

to stop you from destroying them.

So that's why you've been hanging around, bothering me?

I was scared of anyone finding out if I spoke with you.

There's already been one murder.

I don't want to be murder victim number two.

He was a good man, Marlon.

Uncle Gerry.

He did so much to help me.

That family...

..it was horrible to him.

The lot of them.

He didn't deserve to die.

This is Riley's doing, isn't it?

We're not at liberty to disclose that.

Silly girl.

She can't keep her beak out.

You don't deny it, then,

that you confronted your husband the evening he fell to his death?

So you're still convinced it's murder, I take it?

That one of us lot killed him?

Increasingly so.

Gerry and I were married for over 30 years.

If I'd resorted to murder every time we had a row,

he'd have been dead a long time ago.

So what were you referring to

when you said he was going to ruin Benjamin and Mariana's lives?

Inspector, I know that you've spoken to them both already.

You know what Gerry was planning.

Benjamin's business, you mean?

Trying to get Callen put in prison?

Everything that mattered to those kids, he wanted to take away.

I mean, what sort of parent does that?

He should have just let them be.

Let them have their happiness.

And when you said you'd do everything

to stop him destroying them,

did you mean that?

The instinct we have as mothers to protect our children...

..it can be overwhelming sometimes.

But it wasn't me that murdered him.

And I can prove it.

How?

After we argued, I was upset.

I needed some air, so I went outside.

The chef that we'd hired, Andre, was packing up.

He offered me a cigarette.

It was the exact same time when...

GERRY SCREAMS

..Gerry...

Well, you know.

We'll need to get your chef's contact details,

so we can confirm what you're saying. Of course.

Here.

I really do think it's time you left me and my family alone now,

don't you?

Not one of us is guilty of murder.

Here.

And you're sure of the time?

All right, Andre, thanks for talking with me.

So all of our suspects have alibis.

Bella Stableforth was outside

the front of the house talking to the chef.

Benjamin was inside the house in his bedroom.

Mariana was on a video call with her boyfriend, Callen,

who wasn't even in the country.

Have we had that verified yet?

Immigration confirmed that Callen Shaw flew to London a week ago

and returned the day after Gerald Stableforth's death.

So none of them could have done it.

Well...

..one of them could.

Riley Biggs.

She claims she heard the scream from inside the villa,

but no-one can vouch for her.

Marlon, did you get any further with her background check?

Left school at 16, worked a few different jobs

until interning for her uncle.

Nothing close to a motive.

So to sum up...

..four of our suspects had strong motives,

but were nowhere near the ravine at the time

of Gerald Stableforth's death.

The only one person who could have done it has no motive whatsoever.

None of which explains why Debbie Clumson

disappeared shortly after the murder took place,

nor, for that matter, where she is now.

I mean, couldn't really get much worse, could it?

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Mum. Everything all right?

Er...

I don't believe it.

It were at the carnival. He just suddenly keeled over, collapsed.

I reckon it's via heatstroke.

For the love of...

Doctor said he just needs rehydrating

and some corticosteroids for the sunburn.

I told him to go back to the hotel.

I told him to let us get on with the case.

He's an idiot. No, he's not. He's just...

..in love. Well, more fool him.

Hey, you don't mean that, Nev.

DI Parker.

Is there any more news on Deb?

Er, no, Dave.

Not yet. Sorry.

I'd better get back to it.

I made a right hash of things.

No, Dave.

You couldn't have done more since your Debbie went missing.

I kind of meant before all that.

Things haven't been going so well with us lately, you know?

I think she was thinking of ending it with me.

Why?

I could be a bit crap, you know, lazy.

Not thinking about what Deb wants.

I know I should try harder than I do.

And now because of me being a useless lummox,

all this has happened. None of this is your fault, Dave.

Yes, it is. If I'd just...

..come out here the way Deb had wanted me to...

..I would have been there that night,

you know, and she wouldn't have been...

..where...wherever the hell she... HE COUGHS

If you've been a bit crap, you wouldn't be the first man.

Just don't let it happen again, yeah?

But you need to know, and I say this to you without a shred of doubt...

..if there's one man in the world who can find your Debbie

and bring her home safely...

..it's my son.

Er, can I help you, madam?

It's Darlene I've come to see.

Oh. This way.

Darlene?

Daloris, what are you doing here?

Is everything OK?

I know this person, Darlene.

Are you sure about that?

So how do you know Debbie Clumson?

I didn't know that was her name, but... Right. But you've met her?

I'm sure I have.

I know I have.

But I can't rightly recall where it was.

Daloris has been diagnosed with dementia.

She sometimes has to work a little harder to remember.

Daloris, this is our phone number here.

If you remember anything else,

please just call us straight away, OK?

It's behind you.

I'm sorry?

It's behind you.

Er, why do you say that, Daloris?

I think that's what I heard her say.

I'm sure of it.

"It's behind you."

Yes. This is what I heard her keep saying.

But nothing more than that?

Inspector, why don't I take Daloris home,

where she can relax without us staring at her?

See if she remembers any more?

Yeah. Good idea, Darlene.

Thanks, Daloris.

That can't be a coincidence.

Daloris and Debbie must have interacted at some point.

Yeah.

Which means Debbie Clumson is still definitely out there somewhere.

Pssst!

Sarge.

Wake up!

HE SIGHS

You know you work too hard?

Here.

My sister made some Christmas bonbons.

I reckon you need a bit of a sugar hit.

It's been two nights in a row I haven't been to bed, Marlon.

I don't know if I can keep going.

Come on, Sarge.

If anybody's got it in them, it's definitely you.

Oh, I'm shattered.

I've been at the hospital all night.

How is he?

Worried about his fiance.

Room for a little one?

Yeah.

That's the thing, when you love someone, you can't help but worry.

You're nothing if not subtle, are you, Mum?

Talk to me, Nev.

Why does everyone's love life seem so easy

and it's always such a struggle for me?

I don't think Dave's finding it easy right now.

No. And I wouldn't wish what he's going through on anyone.

But it's real, isn't it?

It's a real solid love that he's got.

Whenever I meet someone, it always seems so fleeting.

Just like it's never really meant to last.

I get it, Nev.

You've had a bad run these last few years.

Things not working out with Florence and then her, Sophie.

I mean, there's being unlucky in love,

but it just feels like I'm cursed.

And I know you mean well telling me to go out there and find someone,

but maybe it's just not meant to happen.

Maybe I need to just accept that. Don't say that, Nev.

Everybody deserves to be with someone.

I really need to crack on with this.

Not writing a pantomime, are you?

What? "It's behind you."

I remember you and Izzy shouting that out

at the Palace in Manchester years ago now.

Mum, you're a genius.

Hey, guys.

It is strangely pertinent for this time of year, isn't it?

What is, sir?

That phrase. "It's behind you."

How do you mean, Inspector?

Well, it's an old pantomime saying.

Does that have any bearing of our case? I think maybe.

I think maybe that's how Debbie Clumson was able to disappear

without being seen.

It was by hiding in plain sight.

Because the fact of the matter is,

there's only one way she could have left that villa and...

..and if that's what happened,

there's only one place she could have gone.

Inspector?

Darlene, can you find out if Daloris had a hospital visit recently?

I know she did.

A 9.30 appointment the morning after Gerald Stableforth's death.

Of course.

Is there anything to suggest that Debbie Clumson

was at Daloris's house?

Actually, sir, I was just about to call you.

We were just talking and Daloris seems to think that Debbie

might have been staying here with her.

But there's no evidence of that in the house.

She was here.

She's gone now.

She left.

If I'm right about this, then Debbie Clumson

is about to rematerialize any minute now.

And do you know where, sir?

Well, I'm taking an educated guess, but since she hasn't turned up

here and we've had no word from the hospital, suggests there's

really only one place she could possibly be.

And where's that, Inspector?

Back where it all started.

O...

..M...G.

She's just there, see?

Hi, Debbie.

I'm DI Neville Parker.

DS Naomi Thomas.

I wondered if you'd turn up.

I know we haven't met before, but please believe me when I say...

..it's really good to see you.

I'm so sorry if I caused a fuss.

Oh, no, you...you haven't.

Everyone's just been a bit worried, that's all.

Erm...

Do you think you're up to telling us what's gone on the last few days?

Where would you like me to start?

At the beginning, please.

The evening you found Gerry Stableforth's body

at the bottom of the ravine.

The last person to see you was Riley.

You left her to go and check on the ambulance?

Yes, erm...

I'll go and see what's happening, OK?

I was heading back to the villa when I noticed something

here on the bench.

It was a document folder.

The reason I was curious was because I'd seen Gerry arguing

with someone and he was waving something similar, but not long

before we found him.

Do you know who he was with?

So, I came over to have a look.

I picked it up, looked inside.

That's when I felt this hard, sharp pain in my head.

But when I came around...

..I couldn't remember anything.

How I'd got here, what my name was.

All I knew was that I felt scared and that someone

had tried to hurt me.

So what did you do?

I saw blue flashing lights in the distance.

I thought maybe it was a police car.

So I went over to go and see and everyone was just

stood around and I knew that someone there had hurt me.

I felt scared. I wasn't safe.

I knew I had to get away.

So you crept into the ambulance and hid there.

And you stayed there while it drove to the hospital.

And then you got out?

I didn't know what to do.

It was so busy.

There were so many people there.

And I just wanted a moment alone to try and get my memory back

before I spoke to anyone.

I mean, I felt so stupid.

I couldn't even remember my own name.

And that's where you met Daloris?

She'd had an appointment there, and when she was leaving, she saw me.

And I guess she could see that there was something up.

I was just sat there and I told her, "I don't know who I am"

and, bless her, she said she knew how I felt.

The same thing happened to her sometimes.

So she offered to take you to her home, to look after you

until your memory came back.

And you've stayed there since then?

Trying to remember?

Yeah. I slept mostly for the first few days, I guess

because of the head injury.

And when I was awake, all I could hear going around in my head

was this voice saying, "It's behind you."

I didn't know what that meant.

And then yesterday evening, I was in the bathroom, and the first

proper memory came back to me.

I was here.

I'd found the document folder, and I remember the villa

and that I was here for work.

And I just thought if I could find my way back here, then maybe

I would be able to remember the rest.

So that's what you did.

You came back here.

And the folder that you found on the bench,

what was inside it?

Papers, er, documents.

I only saw the top few.

And then there were all these photographs.

Photographs of what?

Of me.

So, congratulations, all of you.

You found our missing person.

Yeah, but we still have a murder case to solve.

Although at least we are now in possession of some information

we didn't previously have.

As well as Gerald Stableforth being pushed over the ravine

that evening, someone also attacked Debbie Clumson.

Was it the same person?

We can only assume it has something to do with the contents

of the folder Debbie found.

Somebody did not want her to see what was in it.

It might explain why Gerry Stableforth was murdered.

I mean, it's got to be a possibility.

Debbie said Gerry was arguing with someone shortly

before he was killed.

And then she discovered the very same folder

Gerry had been waving around during the argument.

That folder must be the key to solving this case.

If only we had it.

We should search the villa one last time.

I know we're clutching at straws, but it's all we've got.

Let's do it.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Are you done, Inspector?

Can we have our home back now?

Or is there somewhere else you want to poke your nose?

Actually, Mrs Stableforth, there's one place we haven't looked yet.

What are you doing?

Be careful, that's valuable!

"It's behind you."

It's behind...

Behind you.

Immigration confirmed that Callen Shaw flew to London

a week ago and returned the day after Gerald Stableforth's death.

Well, Mariana graduated from art college two years ago,

but hasn't made much of a go of it.

Her father's been bankrolling her ever since.

Is this a joke or what?

I'd seen Gerry arguing with someone and he was waving something similar.

Dad trying to liquidate the company was a catastrophic mistake.

I was doing everything in my power to stop that from happening.

$4 million in the red.

LOW WHISTLE Yes.

I will do everything and anything I can

to stop you from destroying them.

Not one of us is guilty of murder.

It's behind you.

Marlon, Darlene, I need you to collect all the suspects'

mobile phones. Contact the lab and see if they

can get a technician over here straight away.

Coming right up, sir.

Naomi, I need you to contact the local sorting office and see

if they're expecting a parcel delivery to this address.

I'm on my way. Commissioner, if you would be so good,

we need to contact the UK Constabulary in Woking.

Leave it with me.

Inspector.

You can definitely prove Gerald Stableforth's murder?

You have the evidence?

I believe I do, sir.

Riley Biggs. Yes, sir?

How do you fancy helping me out?

What, seriously? Yeah.

I just need you to head down to the ravine,

and when you get there, just scream. Scream?

Scream your heart out.

Thank you all for bearing with us.

I think we're about ready to start.

Now,

the truth of this case boils down to one simple fact.

Gerald Stableforth died that fateful day

because he uncovered a secret.

A criminal act taking place right under his nose.

And it was his desire to do the right thing to stop that

from continuing that led to him being murdered.

What criminal act?

Theft, perpetrated on an innocent victim -

Debbie Clumson.

These screen grabs of Debbie taken during a video call show her sitting

at home in her dining room.

But, as these enhanced photos show, it was what was sitting

behind her that was more interesting to whoever took them,

specifically this vase.

Now, according to other documents in this folder, this isn't just some

cheap reproduction ornament.

This is a very, very rare, very, very valuable

Ming Dynasty original.

It's worth close to $6 million, which is around about

the kind of money that this family could do with to help them

out of the financial black hole they find themselves in.

Ha!

Mariana, you're the artist.

You spent three years studying the subject, which is why I assume

it was you that first noticed the valuable antique

in Debbie's video calls.

Then, after you'd done some research, I think you and Benjamin

and Callen came up with a plan to steal a $6 million vase

from an unwitting victim.

You invited Debbie and her fiance out here to the Caribbean

for your Christmas party, thus ensuring that the house

would be empty,

so that Callen

could then travel to the UK at the same time,

break into the property,

and steal the vase.

I've already liaised with the police in Miss Clumson's home town

and they accessed the property.

There was no initial signs of a break-in, but closer inspection

suggested that the back door lock had been picked.

Hmm.

They emailed a photograph they took.

Showing the vase apparently still in place

on the sideboard.

And yet the same object also appeared to have made its way

here to Saint Marie.

Now, one of these two vases is a forgery made by Mariana.

And I think it's safe to assume that the one that was left back

in Woking is the fake.

And this one right here is the original.

The UK Police dusted the house for prints and took DNA samples,

which I'm sure we'll be able to match with yours,

Mr Shaw.

And we'll be doing the same with this vase

and the crate it travelled in.

Fine.

Do what you want.

Which brings us to the evening of Gerry Stableforth's death

and the sequence of events that led to its occurrence.

This folder, the fact that Debbie Clumson found this folder

after she'd seen Gerald waving it around during an argument

suggests to me that he had uncovered the intended scam.

I think he'd found this folder earlier that day,

realised what his two children were plotting,

and threatened to come clean to Debbie.

We believe that's what the argument was about.

He confronted Benjamin and Mariana and told them what he'd uncovered

and his desire to be honest with Debbie, not only risking

potentially both your arrests, but also denying you the $6 million

you needed to restore your family's wealth.

All through this case, we've assumed that Gerald was only arguing

with one person, but why couldn't it be two?

Because you were both there with him during the argument

that evening, weren't you?

I'm disappointed!

And in that moment, with your hopes of financial security dashed,

you decided that there was only one way of salvaging the situation.

Couldn't have been us.

We were nowhere near the ravine when it happened.

He's right. We have alibis.

Mm.

Except it's not quite true, though, is it?

Because the time when everyone here at the villa heard Gerry scream

wasn't the time that he actually fell to his death.

It can't be, because no-one who was here at the villa

could have heard Gerry scream during his fall.

It's not possible.

You know that Riley and I conducted a little experiment earlier

where I sent a down to the ravine, and she screamed her lungs out.

We all stayed here.

But I didn't hear anything.

So it begs the question, just how did everyone at the villa

that evening manage to hear Gerry scream?

Benjamin, this is your mobile phone.

Our lab technician has managed to recover a deleted file recorded

at exactly 7:45 on the evening of the murder.

Conveniently it's still connected to the Bluetooth speakers

on the terrace.

Shall we have a listen?

MAN SCREAMS

That's Gerry! Please!

That is your father's scream.

Mariana, Benjamin recorded as he fell to his death.

Because one of you pressed the record button on this phone...

All you have to do is press record.

..while the other pushed him into the ravine, didn't you?

It wasn't me that killed Dad.

I just did what Benjamin told me to do.

Shut up, Mariana. Just shut up.

So you just stood and watched, holding a phone while your brother

murdered your own father.

GERRY SCREAMS

You then both hurried back here to the villa.

Made sure you could provide yourselves with alibis.

You heard that too?

Why would you do this?

How could you?

Which leaves only one loose end to tie up.

Which one of you was it that attacked Debbie Clumson

the same evening?

Well, we assume, Mariana, since it was you that made

the Christmas tree installation,

it was also you that hid the folder inside it.

After Benjamin came back to the house and told me and Mum

about Dad's fall, I was making my way to the ravine when I saw

Debbie with that folder and...

I just panicked.

When Benjamin saw what I'd done...

The police are on their way.

You have to deal with that.

..he... When I said deal with it, I meant destroy it,

Mariana, you utter fool.

Benjamin.

This folder.

This folder and this photo.

I think it was playing on Gerry's mind

just before he was pushed to his death.

And then when Debbie approached him and asked if he was all right.

He knew he only had a few moments to live.

Those final words he said to her.

It's behind...

Behind you.

"It's behind you."

He was trying to help her.

He was trying to save her from being the victim of a $6 million robbery.

Let's make the first arrests.

Benjamin Stableforth,

I'm arresting you for the murder of Gerald Stableforth.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence...

Mum, I'm sorry!

I'm coming with you. Wait!

You OK?

Well, just to say it was a privilege working with you, partner.

You too, Officer Pryce.

Marlon's fine.

CLEARS THROAT

$6 million?

Flippin' 'eck!

There is some other news that we have to mention.

Your fiance, Dave,

he's on the island. What?

He's here at this hospital, in fact.

Oh, he'll be fine. It was heatstroke.

Why is he here?

And what is he doing in the heat? He hates the heat.

He was looking for you, actually.

Walked every inch of the island, as far as I can tell,

just trying to find you.

Hello?

Dave?

I'll leave you both to it.

HE GROANS Oh, it's OK. It's OK, it's OK.

Wow.

It turns out you have been a bit of a hero by all accounts.

I don't know about all that.

But I'd like to try and be a bit more of one,

if you'll give me a chance.

I've really missed you, Dave.

I love you.

I love you, Debbie Clumson.

Come here.

Ah! Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't give up on it.

Love.

I know it's daunting, comes ready-made with all sorts of

pain and heartache, but...

..it can be so worth it.

Promise me you'll keep trying.

I promise.

The vase that I inherited from Great Aunt Sylvia,

it's worth $6 million.

What? HE COUGHS

Take it easy.

♪ People laughing

♪ Children shouting

♪ Gifts start sharing

♪ Parang music playing! ♪ Parang! Parang! Parang!

♪ We come out to have a good time... ♪

Thank you very much.

Well, I must say, Officer Curtis,

you're looking very nice this evening.

As are you, Officer Pryce.

Well, well...

Oh, hey, team! You're here!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Come, come, come, come.

Oh!

Naomi's been enjoying the cocktails, haven't you?

Ah, yes. You guys have got to try this.

It's called the Crotherin's Cricketer.

The... Erm...

I mean, it's...

Catherine's Christmas Cracker.

Sarge, how many of those have you had?

Only two, but it seems to be going straight to her head.

I haven't slept in three days.

Right, then, I'm going to hit the buffet.

You want me to get you something?

Mm. Mm!

Some pick and mix would be great, Darlene, thank you.

I'll come to give you a hand.

I wonder where the Inspector's got to.

Good evening. Hey.

Hi.

Oh, no!

I'm guessing you didn't read the invitation properly, sir.

Maybe not all of it.

Everyone here's dressed to the nines.

Apart from you.

OK. I better go home and get changed before the Commissioner sees me.

The Commissioner's seen me.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

Hi. Excuse me.

Nothing you can do about it now except

get a drink down you and make the best of it.

OK. Thanks, Naomi.

I'm going to go and lurk in the shadows, out of sight

and Commissioner's mind.

Good luck.

MARLON CLEARS THROAT

I wish I was more like her.

Who, the Inspector's mum?

I mean, nothing bothers her, you know?

Does just as she pleases, kisses who she wants when she wants.

I wish I was more like her, Marlon.

Sarge.

You don't need to be like anybody else.

You're cool just the way you are.

Really?

You think I'm cool just the way I am?

Yes, you are.

OK. What just happened?

MARLON CLEARS THROAT

♪ Here where the sun is shining... ♪

How's my ace detective son doing?

I've just seen Naomi kiss Marlon.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, good for them.

I guess.

And they're not the only ones, are they, Mother?

You can't go to a Christmas party and not have

a little kissy under the mistletoe, Neville.

So, new year, new start, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm really glad you're here, Mum.

Oh, so am I.

COMMISSIONER CLEARS THROAT

Sir.

I am so, so sorry for the whole dress code mix-up.

Especially after you specifically asked me not

to ruin your evening...again. Mm.

Tell me, Inspector...

Yes, sir?

Did I see DS Thomas kissing Officer Pryce?

Erm...

I think maybe you did, sir.

I thought so.

Did I also see your mother kissing someone herself?

That did also happen, sir.

Yes.

Then I may have to find some mistletoe myself.

Ha! Merry Christmas, sir.

And to you.

HE LAUGHS