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That"s your latest
travel update

from us here at the station.

It"s the 1st of December,

so Christmas
has officially started,

and this is a classic.

Jingle Bell Rock
by Bobby Helms

# jingle bell rock

# jingle bells swing
and jingle bells ring

# Snowing and blowing... #

Marjorie? Marjorie?

Oh!

Morning, Alan!

Christmas begins.

Indeed.

Oh... There you go.

# Jingle bells chime
in jingle bells time

# Dancing and prancing

# In Jingle Bells Square

# In the frosty air... #

Oh!

Well, I could do with
a nice cup of tea after that.

I've never seen the town centre
so busy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Helen.

I didn't know
there was a team meeting.

Oh, you're fine, Marjorie. I was
just making a small announcement.

You'll never believe it.
She's only taking us away

for the office Christmas party!

It's been a tough old year,

and I just wanted to say
thank you to everyone

for helping me get through it.

And guess what?

We're only going
to the ruddy Caribbean!

Oh, my goodness gracious me!

Oh, although it does mean missing
the away game at Colchester.

What's that matter?

It's the Caribbean!

What a way to celebrate
our engagement!

You've properly budgeted for it,
Mum? Yes, Neil,

it's all accounted for.
Quite sure?

You know, I've always wanted
to visit that part of the world.

Oh... Um...

...not you, Marjorie, love.

It's senior staff only.

I am so sorry.
I should have said.

Oh, of course. Um...

I'm sorry, Helen. Silly old me.

Duh!

Oh, I...
I probably should get that.

We are so going bikini shopping
after work tonight!

Well, I might treat myself
to some Speedos.

Dugdale's Branded Merchandise.
Marjorie speaking.

# Deck the halls
with boughs of holly

# Fa la—la la—la
La la la la... #

Dugdale's Branded Merchandise.
Marjorie speaking.

Yes, I'll just put you through
to our warehouse.

Hi!

Happy Christmas.

Is it?

Hi, Marjorie.
I just want to let you know

that there's a Commissioner
Patterson arriving.

It's a serious situation
over here.

Give him access
to anything he needs.

I've told the police here that
we're going to co—operate fully.

Will do, Helen.

Oh, I hear him now.
Um, we'll speak later.

OK.

Ah!

You must be the policeman
from the Caribbean.

Commissioner Patterson, is it?

Selwyn Patterson.

So, um...

what has actually happened
out there?

The police were called to your
colleagues' holiday villa,

where, I'm sorry to say,
a man was found shot dead.

Murdered.

Morning, Miss Bordey.
Morning, Seb.

It's the final rehearsal
for the Nativity this evening.

I wish you all the best.

And good luck to you,
little king people.

Yes I.

Yes, yes!

Allez, let's go.

Good morning, Sarge.
Morning, Seb.

Got a card from Darlene. Oh.

Looks like she won't make it
back for Christmas.

Her auntie's still sick,
so she's staying on Montserrat.

Nothing in the post
for the Inspector,

you know, from Antigua.

His brother, you mean?

It's been three months.
I guess...

it's like a lot, you know?
I mean, getting a letter

from a brother
you never knew you had?

It might take some time.

I just feel sorry for him.

He keeps saying
he's fine about it,

but...I don't think he is.

Where is DI Wilson?

Rehearsing.

Oh, yes! Oh, I am so jealous.

He must be hyped up
to wear that costume, huh?

I bet he is.

I'm really not happy about this.

Why not, Mervin?

Because I look like a ninny.

No, you don't. You look very...

...authentic.

I just don't think
the boots are helping.

Look, with all due respect,
Miss Bordey,

I just think you'd be better
off finding somebody else

for this. You know,
somebody less...me.

Mervin, it has always been
the Commissioner

who carries out this task for me.

With him gone...

Inspector!

Oh, great.

Yes, sir. You look cool, man.

Not another word.

Could we have a chat, sir?

We have a murder to attend.

For real?

Well, that's that, then.

I've got work to do.
Conversation over.

Conversation paused.
Sorry, Catherine.

Come on, let's go.

Um... Inspector?

You think maybe
you should change first?

Victim's name
is Darrian St Jules.

He's a local fisherman.
Lives half a mile up the coast.

Right.

The guests staying here
are from the UK.

They all say
they haven't a clue who he is

or what he was doing here,

but clearly someone must have
shot him and left him there.

Right.

No sign of the gun,
but paramedics are saying

that the bullet's still lodged
in the victim's shoulder.

Cause of death was possibly
from internal bleeding.

Right.

And what about you, Inspector?
Anything of interest?

Well, he certainly liked
his aftershave.

Have a sniff.

I guess that's pretty strong.

I wonder
if it's cos of his work.

You know, slapped on the old cologne
to cover the smell of fish.

I knew a binman in Tooting
did the same thing.

And that's what
bothers you the most?

The fact that the victim used
a bit too much aftershave?

Actually, what's
bothering me the most

is what's written
on the palm of his left hand.

Blitzen? Like the reindeer?

It's the only one I can think of.

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,

Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen.

And Rudolph.

Thank you, Officer Rose.

The ink seems fresh,

which means he wrote it
in the last 12 hours or so.

And then not long after,
he was shot.

Well, it is Christmas, sir.
Could just be a coincidence?

We've no idea who this guy is

or what he's doing in
our villa, so how could we know

why he wrote the name of one of
Santa's reindeer on his hand?

I don't know.
I'm just asking the question.

Not a problem, is it?

No. No, of course not.
Thank you.

Let's start with you telling me what
you're doing here on Saint Marie.

Well, we flew here
for our office Christmas party.

Wasn't cheap.

We were having
the time of our lives.

No, I'm relaxing!

- Life's a beach!
- Life's a beach!

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

Look!

Oh, my God, you downed it.

Everyone get in!

Maybe talk us through
the events of last night.

Yeah. What happened exactly?

We said we'd take it
easy for our last night.

Then we got back here
and carried on drinking.

Yeah, it looks like
quite a party you had.

Damn right it was.

Sorry, that's not appropriate.

The rum out here, it's stronger
than we're used to.

Oh! Heavens above!

One more straight away, and
no—one is allowed to say no.

Come on, it's our last night!

And what time did the party end?

Haven't got a clue, mate,
to be honest.

Yeah, it's all a little bit hazy.

I really don't remember
very much.

You lot are lightweights, man.

I remember everything.

Helen, you and me put Neil to bed
about midnight.

I'm sure I wasn't that bad.
Oh, you so were.

Oh, he's always had
a low tolerance with...

Mum! Sorry, love.

Can we just...?

Helen, you went to bed as well.

Me and you kept on it
till...about half three.

Gav, you were so cute.

You were dead to the world
by then, so, er,

I left you asleep in the hammock.

And then what?

Oh, and then, um, the taxi
for the airport woke me up.

Everyone! Wake up!

Wake up!

That's when I saw him.

I thought he was asleep at first.

But when I got closer
I saw the blood.

Someone call an ambulance!
Now!

You were in the hammock when
whatever happened happened?

You didn't hear the gunshot?

Well, yeah. Yeah,
you'd have thought, but, well,

it's like Helen said, you know,
the rum out here, it's...

Stronger than you're used to.

Inspector!

Got something you should see.

This is the only security
camera footage from the villa.

The footage is from this morning,
outside the front door.

The victim arrives at 5:32am,
heads inside.

The door was unlocked,
so he let himself in.

After that, nobody is seen
leaving or arriving.

So the only way in or out
is from the front,

and the drop at the back
is too steep for access.

So it's got to be
one of these four

who shot Darrian St Jules.

Which means the gun that
they used must still be here.

But they're all saying
they've never met him before.

So why would one of them
kill a total stranger?

Hello, can I help you?

Hi, we've come to check in.
The name's Helen Dugdale.

Of course. One moment, please.

Can't believe they're not
letting us fly home.

It's police overreach,
is what it is.

So much for doing
something different.

We should have just gone to
the Red Lion, like last year.

None of this would have happened.

Gav...do you think
there's something

Helen's not telling us?

She's been on edge
ever since the police arrived.

So why did Darrian go to that villa
at 5:30 in the morning?

Hmm. Let's see
what we find at his house.

How are you getting on, sir?

Well, I haven't found anything
that connects our victim

to the suspects,

but I have found this —
the victim's aftershave.

Really? This again?

It's different to the one he
was wearing at the crime scene.

Here, have a sniff.

I haven't found any others here,

and there certainly
wasn't one on his person.

So why did he smell different
to the brand of aftershave

that he owns?

So, I searched the suspects,

the villa and surrounding areas,

and there was no gun.

No, it has to be there.

No—one left the villa
after the victim was shot,

so the weapon has to be there
somewhere.

Yeah, no, I totally
get your logic, Inspector.

But it ain't there. For definite,
there's no gun at the villa.

But that doesn't make any sense.

So sorry. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes!

Well, this is a strange one.

We've got four people

suspected of shooting a man
they don't know

with a gun they don't have.

Let's start working through
the victim's laptop,

see what's on there.
We need to find that gun.

What?

Actually, sir,

it's the Nativity service,
if you'd forgotten.

Are you serious? And...

we promised Catherine
we'd make sure you get there.

Look, we've got a murder case
to solve,

in case you hadn't noticed!

And I haven't got time

for play—acting with a bunch of
kids at some school Nativity.

Then you'd better
find the time, Inspector!

Why is she...?

Good evening to you, Inspector.

Officer Curtis,
what a pleasant surprise.

My niece is performing
in the Nativity tonight.

And word has got back to me that
they might not have a narrator,

cos the man
who's supposed to be doing it

is being a grumpy goose
about the whole thing.

A grumpy...? Now, listen...

No, you listen to me.

You are doing it. End of.

So get your backside down
to that church and man up.

You know, I never
did like this sort of thing.

Yes [!

The... The Nativity,
the carol services...

Right. Is there anything about
Christmas you do like, sir?

No, not really.

Oh, hang on, yeah.
Um, The Great Escape.

The what?

The Great Escape.

The movie. It was on telly
every Christmas.

You know, with the motorcycle
stunt and the cooler?

The dirt down the trousers?

Oh, I give up. Me too.

Mervin, we're waiting.
Ready when you are.

Right.

Right, um... Here we go, then.

I guess.

You OK?

OK, then.

A long time ago,
in the town of Nazareth,

there lived a young woman
named Mary.

She was engaged to
a carpenter named Joseph.

I understand he didn't want
to wear the costume,

but did he really
have to do it in the hat?

And then one day
an angel called Gabriel...

...came to Mary
and said to her...

Sorry, it was... It was mine.

I knew it was going to be his.

Sir!

Sir!

It's someone calling from Antigua.

It could be... Your brother?

Listen, sorry, everyone,
I need to take this, yeah?

Well, I think
one of us should, er...

Don't worry, Miss Bordey.

Officer Sebastian Rose
to the rescue.

Yes, my likkle king people.
Wagwan?

Whoo!

So, a long, long time ago

in the town of Nazareth

there lived a young woman, very nice
woman. Her name was Mary.

She was engaged
to a carpenter named Joseph...

Mervin Wilson speaking.

Mr Wilson? It's Tyreese
at Cariba Phone Network.

I just noticed your contract's
coming up in the New Year

and I thought we could have a chat
about upgrading your phone.

Mr Wilson, are you still there?

Yeah, I'm here. Um...

No, no upgrade, thanks.

Are you sure about that,
we've got some tiptop...?

# The first Noel

# The angels did say

# Was to certain poor shepherds

# In fields as they lay

# In fields as they lay

# Keeping their sheep... #

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Hey, sir.
You didn't come back.

Just wanted to check
how you're doing.

Yeah, it wasn't
Solomon on the phone.

Anyway, I've been thinking.

We really don't know
anything about these people.

You know, their lives in the UK.

I was thinking we could use
someone to do a bit of digging

into our suspects
back in their hometown.

Right. You want me to get in
touch with the Swindon police?

No, no, I've already done that.
They're flat out till New Year.

But then I remembered
we do have someone in the UK

who maybe could give us a hand.

Ah, you must be the policeman
from the Caribbean.

Commissioner Patterson, is it?

Selwyn Patterson.

I'm no longer a commissioner.

I'm retired now.

Right. OK.

So now you're just...?

Helping out.

Somewhat reluctantly,
if I'm honest with you.

So, um, what has actually
happened out there?

The police were called to your
colleagues' holiday villa,

where, I'm sorry to say,
a man was found shot dead.

Murdered.

I'm keen to get on with things

and get out of here
as quickly as I can.

Righty—oh.

Well, I'll give you
the guided tour.

Er, welcome to
Dugdale's Branded Merchandise!

Er, so, er,
that desk over there is Helen.

She's the managing director.

Er, this desk belongs
to our graphic designer, Gavin.

Accounts manager, Neil.

And Karen, head of sales.

And this one?

Oh. Oh, she's not here
any more.

She left a couple of months ago.

Who?

Er, Ashley.
Ashley Simms, her name was.

It was all somewhat
clandestine, if you ask me,

Mr Patterson.

She did what they call
a midnight flit.

Never came back.

Are you sure you don't
want a cup of tea?

I'm going to make myself one.

This drawer is locked.

Oh, yes, it's been like that
since Ashley left.

She has the only key.

I've been meaning to sort it.

Commissioner.

You do know what time
it is over here, right?

Half past three in the morning.

But as I've abandoned
a good friend's wedding

to travel to Swindon

and help you out... OK, fair do's.

How can I help? The bullet you
recovered from your victim.

Have you had the ballistics
report back on it yet?

Yeah, it was a .45 calibre.
Most likely fired from a pistol.

And did you find the weapon?

No. Why?

Because I'm currently looking
at a .45—calibre pistol

in a desk drawer in Swindon.

Well, it can't be the same one.

Can it?

Morning, sir.
Morning, Inspector.

This can't be right.
It just can't be.

What's going on?

The Commissioner found a gun
locked in the desk drawer

of an ex—employee
called Ashley Simms

in the Dugdale's offices
back in the UK.

What? Local forensic lab
fast—tracked it,

and they say that is the gun

that fired the bullet that
killed Darrian St Jules.

Look. Security footage shows

that no—one touched that drawer
since the shooting.

Wait, so how was that gun
used to shoot Darrian St Jules

on this island

if the same gun was locked
in a drawer 5,000 miles away?

I know, right?
It makes no sense.

We need to speak
to Helen Dugdale.

Helen?

If you're in there,
can you open the door, please?

We need to speak with you
about Ashley Simms.

There's something
you need to see.

I know it's not enough,

and it won't change
how you feel about me,

but...I do mean it.

I don't know why
I keep doing this.

Blow everything up.

But...that's why I've come here.

To get away.

Try and understand...why...

...I hurt people...

That's Ashley.
..the way that I do.

She stole from me,
from the company.

How much? £500,000.

Phew. Ouch.

My husband, Keith...

Dugdale's was his company,

until he passed away
at the start of the year

from a heart attack.

I'm sorry to hear that.

That's when I took over
the reins.

I really wanted to make it work,

and it was around that time
that we had a position to fill.

And you gave the job
to Miss Simms?

I knew she had a past,
that she'd been to prison,

but Keith always believed in
giving people a second chance,

and I wanted to honour that.

But Miss Simms let you down.

Not even a year's passed

and I've already lost
half a million pounds.

Did you report Ashley
to the police?

I was too embarrassed.

So I... I hired someone to find out

where she sent the email from.

And that video she recorded,
that was sent from this island?

Yes.

OK, so what does any of this

have to do with Darrian St Jules?

The man I hired
discovered that Darrian

had rented a holiday let
to Ashley.

That's why I came here,
to try and get my money back.

I made sure our villa wasn't
far from Darrian's house,

so it would be easy
to go and visit him.

So you were lying when you told
us you didn't know Darrian.

Did you meet with him?

Yes.

A few days ago.

He confirmed that Ashley had rented
this little place

he has down on the beach.
That's her.

So she was definitely here?

She'd arrived a few months ago,
at the start of October.

He still had all the paperwork,

but he said that she'd moved on
a few days ago,

and he didn't know where.

So what was Darrian
doing turning up at your villa

in the early hours yesterday?
I don't know.

I really don't.

How much do the others
know about this?

Nothing.
They don't know anything.

They think they're on a works do.

Not even your son?
No, not even Neil.

So then the only person
who knew Darrian,

and therefore
wanted him killed, was you.

No. I swear I didn't.

I can see how this looks,
but I didn't shoot him.

I don't...

I need to take this.

Commissioner. Have you got
something? Inspector.

I've searched Ashley Simms' flat

and emailed you over
some photographs.

I'm afraid there is little
of use to your investigation.

I think she cleared out her flat

before she flew to the Caribbean.

OK. Thanks anyway, sir.

Now, if that is everything,

I'm going to catch my train and
enjoy the rest of my Christmas.

Yeah, um,
you have a good one, sir.

And you, Inspector, and you.

Thank you for your help,
Miss Dodds.

Oh, I didn't do anything, really.

And you're nothing
if not efficient.

So...

...what are your plans
for Christmas?

I'm spending it with
my daughter and her partner.

They've rented a cottage
up in the, um...

Yorkshire Dales.

Oh, it's lovely up there.

So I'm told. I'd better...

I'm flying solo this Christmas.

I mean, that's how it's been since
Mum passed — just me, myself and I.

Sorry. I really...
Oh, no. No, no,

I rather enjoy it, actually.

You know,
there's no family arguments.

I can eat what I like,
watch what I want on the telly.

Christmas alone is underrated,
I say.

Indeed.

Now, I really don't want
to miss my train.

Oh, of course!

Goodbye, Mr Patterson.

Goodbye.

And merry Christmas!

And a very merry Christmas
to you. Ah!

For passengers on platform one
awaiting the 3:15 to Leeds,

please be aware
that due to frost on the line

this train is now delayed.

Please wait
for further announcements.

So... Immigration confirmed

Ashley Simms arrived
on the island two months ago,

but they have no record
of her ever leaving.

So, in theory, she's still here.

Mm.

OK, Officer Rose. I want you
to check the harbours,

see if anyone matching
Ashley's description was taken

to one of the other islands
in the last few days.

Ashley, harbour, last few days.
Got you.

Check the hotels, holiday rentals,
guest houses on the island.

Hotels, rentals, guest houses.
Got you.

You need to do whatever it takes to
find her. Do you understand?

Cool. Totally getting you
right now, Inspector!

I guess that means you're
working Christmas Day, then?

Obviously.
It's a murder investigation,

and we need to find out
who did it.

Right. Only...that's a lot of
work for Seb to do by himself

over Christmas.

Well, my mother has her
whole church thing going on,

and everybody else is busy,
so...it's cool.

There you go. Sorted.

Thanks, Seb.

No worries. See you in a bit.

I'll let my parents know I won't be
flying home this evening.

Appreciate it.

Ashley Simms aside,

we still don't have a scooby
how the killer made the gun

they shot Darrian with
disappear from that villa,

then reappear in a locked
desk drawer back in the UK.

And that — Blitzen...

What's that about?

Unless it has nothing to do
with Darrian's murder, sir,

and it is just a co...

You don't believe in coincidences.

I mean, in what circumstance

does someone write the name
of one of Santa's reindeer

on the palm of their hand?

Are you doing all right, sir?

After last night?

Look, if Solomon
doesn't want to get in touch,

I'm cool with that.

Well... DS Thomas...

I'd rather we didn't talk
about it any more.

All right?

Yes, what?

I'm at Swindon East.

And?

Your Tannoy keeps announcing

there is a rail replacement
service to Leeds,

but it hasn't turned up.

Yeah, it got cancelled.

I'm sorry?

The service replacing
the service that got cancelled

also got cancelled?

Yeah, that's about the sum of it.

No more trains until Boxing Day.

So...what do you suggest I do?

Don't know, mate.

Have a merry one, yeah? See ya.

And a merry Christmas
to you too.

I'm sorry, mate,
but it's Christmas Eve

and none of my drivers are going to
want to go outside of Swindon.

Have you tried a hire car company?

Yes. But nothing is available
in the area until the 27th.

You have no rooms available at all?

We're fully booked.

Everywhere will be
this time of year.

Maybe you could try
the Salvation Army?

This is Andrina.

Leave me a message
when you hear the beep.

It's me. I'm still in Swindon.

There's no transport, no hotels,

and there's no—one here
who seems able to help me.

And I don't know what to do.

Mr Patterson?

I think you'd better come with me.

How...

How did you know
I would still be here?

I had the local radio on.
It said all trains cancelled.

And we've got to look after each
other at Christmas, haven't we?

Thank you, Miss Dodds.

Come on. You must be freezing.

Yes! After... After you!
Thank you.

Good morning to you all!
It's six o'clock

on this beautiful
Christmas Day morning

here on Saint Marie.

And there's a surprise guest
with me here in the studio.

I've got a young officer,

Sebastian Rose,
from the Saint Marie Police,

talking with me right now.

Yes, it is me, Officer Sebastian
Rose from Honore Police Station.

Merry Christmas, everybody!

He and his colleagues want your help

looking for a young woman
called Ashley Simms.

Am I right?

That is it. You are
totally right, Alphonse.

If anybody has heard anything
or seen anything...

Anything else, Mr Rose?

Well, what I would say,
Jacinta, is even if it was

just a glimpse one of your
viewers had of this woman,

they should still get in touch.

Oh, Seb.

Oh, and also, er, the people

can check out a video I made on our
social media page — @SMPolice.

# Ashley Simms,
have you seen her?

# If you've seen her,
call this number

# Ashley Simms,
have you seen her?

# If you've seen her,
call this number

# Ashley Simms,
have you seen her?

# If you've seen her, call... #

Commissioner. Morning.

This is a surprise.

Inspector.
Have you seen that video

Officer Rose has put
on social media?

It's deeply inappropriate.

Would you like another sherry,
Selwyn?

Er... No... Thank you.

Ha—ha! Who's that?
Is that the receptionist?

Marjorie Dodds.

I'm spending
Christmas Day with her.

Well, I'm glad you two
hit it off. Good for you, sir.

It's not like that, Inspector.

I got stuck in Swindon.
There were no trains to Leeds.

OK. Look...

just take that video down.

No disrespect, sir, but, um,

it's not really your problem
any more, is it?

Just sort it, Inspector!

Yeah, I've got his bank statement
in front of me...

That's great.
Could you email it over?

I'll do that right away. Cheers.

# Have you seen her?

# If you see her,
call this number... #

Literally every tree.

# If you've seen her,
call this number

# Ashley Simms,
have you seen her?

# If you've seen her,
call this number... #

All right! I'm coming!

I've got a lead.
A possible suspect

for Darrian St Jules's murder.

We need to go
and talk with them now.

Merry Christmas, sir.

Oh, um...

Merry Christmas.

I'll be right with you.

Our financial checks
show that two days ago

you wired £100,000 from this island

to your bank account back
in England.

No, he didn't.

What?

Want to tell us
where you got that money from?

What did you do, Neil?

Yes, Neil, what did you do?

I followed you. Why?

You were acting so weird.

A few days ago, when you went off
by yourself.

I knew that it had to be about
the money that Ashley had taken.

I'm sorry...

I couldn't understand
why you didn't tell me.

I know you were just
trying to protect me, Mum,

but I was worried about you.

I was just trying to help.

So I waited until the guy,

Darrian, had left.

The door was unlocked,
so I let myself in.

There wasn't anything I could find,

until I found an old biscuit tin.

It was full of money.

And what did you think

when you opened it and saw
£100,000 in cash inside?

What I still think —

that it was money
that belonged to the company.

Why else would
this local fisherman have

that much money in sterling
in his house?

And that's why you took it?

Cos it was money that Ashley
had stolen from us. From Mum.

And I don't want
to see her lose everything.

Not after
she'd already lost my dad.

Oh, sweetheart.

All right.

OK.

So, fast—forward to the morning you
were due to leave the island, yeah?

Our victim turns up at 5:30.

We've been trying to work out
why he went there that morning.

But what if he realised
that you stole from him

and came to confront you about it?

No. On my life,

I... I... I didn't even see him
that morning.

This aftershave — it's yours,
right? Rivage Mystique?

Yeah. Why?

This is the exact same
aftershave Darrian was wearing

the morning of the murder.

Right?

You're not suggesting that
this is evidence I shot him?

Why would I kill someone

and then spray him
with my own aftershave?

Darrian definitely smelled
of this when we found him.

But why?

What if there was another smell
the killer was trying to hide?

You know,
a bit like your binman.

Yeah, but... What?

Neil's right. It's not enough.

Some Christmas this is.

Oh, come here.

Give your mum a hug.

Oh, hang on. Sorry.

Oh.

No, not now, Marjorie.

Hi, this is
Helen Dugdale's phone.

Please leave a message after the
tone and I'll call you back.

Hello, Helen, it's Marjorie.

I'm phoning to wish you
a merry Christmas.

We're about to have our lunch,

and I just wanted to let you know
that I'm thinking of you all.

Hope everything
sorts itself out soon.

Dinner is served.

This looks wonderful.

Thank you.

Ah!

Here's to a merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Mmm!

Right, then. Tuck in.

I would like to offer you
an apology, Miss Dodds.

Oh, Marjorie, please.

And there's really
no need for an apology.

Oh, there is.

You've been nothing
but gracious and welcoming

for the last couple of days,

while I...

I've been nothing but, um...

grouchy.

Ha! No, no,

I wouldn't go that far.

Though...

...I did sense
you weren't very happy.

Is it to do with your old job?

What makes you ask that?

I don't know. It's just

when we first met, the way
you said you were retired,

it was like you weren't
entirely comfortable with it.

My superiors back on Saint Marie,

they tried to get rid of me,

after 50 years
of doing a job I loved.

In the end, I...

I just walked away.

Oh, I know what it's like.

I'm just silly old Marjorie
on reception.

Don't even get invited
to the Christmas party

they're having out there.

I'm sorry.

And I've always wanted
to go to the Caribbean.

Look at us,

moping like this
on Christmas Day,

when you've cooked
this feast for us!

We should be enjoying ourselves.

Here.

Will you do me the pleasure?

Oh, well, if you insist!

Ah!

I won!

I won!

Oh, where's it gone?
Where's it gone?

Oh, here it is.

It's a tiny little sewing kit.

All right, um, let me
check with the Inspector.

OK, speak to you soon. Bye.

Hey! Merry Christmas, guys.

Merry Christmas, Seb.

Yeah, ditto.

Now, where are we at with
the search for Ashley Simms?

So, um, B&Bs, hotels,
guest houses —

nobody's heard from her.

And no—one's called in
with a sighting either.

It's like she's vanished
into thin air.

Oh, and Catherine just called.

She said she can still squeeze us in
for her Christmas Day lunch,

but it's her last sitting,
so we have to go now.

And we're still
asking ourselves,

"How was Darrian shot
with a bullet fired from a gun

"locked in a drawer in Swindon
at the time that it happened?”

And what has Blitzen
got to do with all of this?

Are you coming, sir?

Well, yeah, you guys go.
I'll just keep working.

Are you sure, sir?

Wait a minute.

What are these? Oh, those are
invoices, sir.

You know, for the stuff I organised
to help find Ashley Simms.

You have, um, posters, adverts
for TV and radio and...

There's over $1,000 that we owe.

We can't afford this!
well, I...

How big did you think
our budget was?

It's only because you said,
"Whatever it takes."

Yeah, but not this much!
I mean, what were you thinking?

All right, let's...
Let's calm it.

Seb, why don't you head over
to Catherine's

and I'll catch up with you?

With respect, he's just
doing his best to help,

and he's given up his Christmas
to do it, sir.

Look, I know the case
is frustrating

and you've got other things
on your mind...

What other things?

Well, your brother not calling.

What? That's not bothering me.

It isn't. It isn't?

No, it isn't. Yes, it is.

Of course it is.

And I really wish
you'd just admit that

rather than pretending
like you don't care

when you so clearly care!

Just don't take it out
on the rest of us.

Joyeux Noel, Camille.

And to little Chloe.

Her grandmother
is missing her today.

Has she opened her presents yet?

No, not yet.

Ah, one moment, Camille.

Yes, OK. I miss you.

No Mervin?

Inspector.

Everything all right?

I'm feeling bad, sir, about
messing up your Christmas.

I'm sorry you couldn't get
to spend it with your daughter.

It's not your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it's
the British transport system...

which, I am told, is not uncommon.

I mean...

I'd like to say you get used
to it, but I'd be lying.

Just a minute.

Is that the sea I can hear?

Yep. I'm at the shack.

It's beautiful out here.

It's a really clear night.

But then, all nights are
like that here, aren't they?

The moon here is a little
more grey than I remember it

in Saint Marie.

I'm just wondering
if I made a mistake,

staying on in Saint Marie.

Why? Because...

I know I'm not good
when I put myself on the line.

I feel like I'm just
hanging around, waiting.

Your brother.

Yeah.

I don't think
he wants to get in touch.

I'm sorry. It's not really your
problem any more, is it,

whether I stay or go?
It still feels like it is.

Inspector, if you are not sure
what to do,

the only advice
I can offer is that

you put your trust
in that island.

I did, for most of my life.

And in return,

it delivered me true happiness.

If Saint Marie won't
bring your brother to you,

then perhaps...

...it will bring you...someone...

...or something else.

Be patient.

Yeah, well, you know patience
isn't my forte, right?

I know.

And what am I supposed to do
in the meantime?

Might I suggest you focus on
solving that case you have?

You're missed here, you know.

Goodnight, Inspector.

Blitzen. Why Blitzen?

Officer Rose. Inspector.

What's up?

I wanted to come
and say I'm sorry,

for spending all that money
you don't have in your budget.

So, er, I wanted to pay it back.

There's $322
and 86 cents in there,

which I took from my savings.

I mean, it's all my savings,
but that's cool.

And if you deduct $20
from my wages each month,

it should be paid back
in about...

two years, I reckon.

Officer Rose.

You've got a good heart.

Anyone ever tell you that?

Well, my auntie,
like, all the time,

you know?

Take this. But I thought...

You don't have to pay anything back.

We'll find it in the budget.

And there's no need
to apologise, all right?

In fact, I should apologise
for blazing at you like that.

What you did was, um...
was really good work.

Anyway, come on.
I've got a new lead.

Let's go and wake DS Thomas up.

He can't keep doing this.

Happy Boxing Day, DS Thomas.

Listen, um...

...I want to apologise,

for losing it
and ruining Christmas.

I'll make it up to you,
I promise.

And you were right

about me taking it out on you
because of Solomon.

I just really wanted it, you know?

I'm sorry, too.

Good morning, Sarge!

Heh—heh! The Inspector tell you
the good news yet?

He's only gone and made
a big breakthrough in the case,

which is a big relief,
cos I was drawing a blank.

Ha! You have tea?

So I've been going through Darrian
St Jules's phone records,

and he phoned someone the day
before he was murdered —

a friend of his
called Treshaun King.

Now, he was over on Montserrat
for Christmas.

So I asked Darlene
to speak with him.

Darlene? Last night?

Yeah. And how was she with that?

Er, you know, she was...
She was cool with it.

Inspector, it's Christmas Day.

What in God's name
do you think you're doing?

Anyway, it turned out
Darrian feared for his life

and was asking Treshaun where
he could get hold of a gun,

for protection.

He thought someone
was going to kill him?

Did he say who?
Uh—uh. But he did say

he was caught up in something
he shouldn't have.

And get this. He thought
the woman he was trying to help

had been murdered.

Now I'm caught up in it all.

And now he was worried that he
was going to suffer the same fate.

wait, wait, wait.
Darrian told Treshaun

he thought Ashley Simms
was murdered?

It would explain why no—one's
seen her the last few days.

So then, if this is true,

that means that
whoever killed Ashley Simms

probably also murdered
Darrian St Jules.

To silence him. So what we need
to start looking for now

is anyone who had
a reason to kill Ashley Simms.

Well, both Helen and Neil
Dugdale, to start with.

Ashley stole half a million
pounds from their company.

And...there's someone else as well.

We've been looking
at your phone records

and these, Miss Hickson,
are text messages from you

to Ashley Simms
just before she came out here.

"You'll regret ever meeting me."

"Stay away from my boyfriend,
or else.”

“I'm not afraid to hurt you."

The list goes on.

Care to explain?

They had a thing, all right?

Gavin and Ashley
had a thing behind my back.

Well, sort of.

Sort of?

Yeah, like, it wasn't
like a real thing.

Like, they never really
got together, but...

But he liked her?

Yeah.

God knows why.

She was weird.

But I think Gav liked that
about her.

And he called things off
between us.

That's when I started
warning her off.

Guess I just got
a bit carried away.

I just...

I just didn't want
to lose him.

And you didn't.

Now that Ashley's
conveniently disappeared,

you've got Gavin to yourself
now, haven't you?

What? Is that what you think?

That I killed her?

I... I wouldn't. I didn't.

It'll be about Gavin.

We need to tell them what we know.

But Ashley
called things off with Gav.

Why would I kill her?

Inspector?
You need to hear the truth.

What?

And I'm afraid you're not
going to get that from her.

No disrespect, Karen.
Neil, come on, man.

What are you saying?

Whatever she's told you,
it's ten times worse.

Neil, what are you...?
Whoa, whoa.

You've had your chance. Go on.

He had a thing for Ashley.

Is that it? We already know.

No, it was more than that.
Gavin was obsessed.

When Ashley said they couldn't
see each other any more,

he had to take time off work.

And I've seen the posters
you've been putting up.

If Ashley's gone missing,
then I'm telling you

it'll have something
to do with Gavin.

Inspector!

Someone's just
broken into the villa

where Darrian was shot.

Come on!

Mr Bradbury.

This doesn't look good at all.

But then, I don't think
you need me to tell you that.

You want to start by telling us
what we're going to find

in that pool
you've just emptied?

And we know it's not the gun
used to kill Darrian St Jules,

because that's currently
sitting in a police station

somewhere in Swindon.

So what's down there?

Why have you come back
to the crime scene, Gavin?

What's so important?

Inspector! Found something.

What is it? A bullet.

One that's been fired.

Why is there a bullet
in the pool, Gav?

It's like...

...a keepsake.

Something to remember Ashley by.

A bullet?

There are other things

that I've got of hers as well,
like...

...more like...like normal things.

No, I'm really not interested
in those, funnily enough.

Ashley, she's...

She's not like anyone
I've ever met before.

Like, it was exciting
being around her,

and her life
was so different to mine.

Yeah, I hear that.

The bullet? Yeah.

She has a gun.

She was looking after it
as a favour for someone

that she knew from prison,
and she...

Well, we went out
to the woods one day,

and she let me fire it.

It was... It was
amazing, right? It was...

..you know...exhilarating.

And I went
and got one of the bullets.

You know, like, I said
that I would keep it with me

to remind me of her.

And they say romance is dead!

So why did it end up in the pool?

I panicked.

When there was that dead guy
and Neil called the police,

I was worried
that if you found it

you'd think it was me
that shot him,

so I took it out, and I was
wondering what to do, and...

...I dropped it.

Right? It fell in the pool.

And the more you were sniffing
around, the more I started

to worry that you'd find it,
so I came back and I...

So you loved Ashley, then?

Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

Hmm.

Must have really hurt
when she ended things.

Gavin, we believe
Ashley Simms was murdered

on this island
in the last few days.

What? No. What? She can't be.

And we're kind of wondering
if maybe you did it.

Me?!

Why would I kill Ashley?

Cos you couldn't have her,
and it hurt like hell.

No. No, no, no.
You've got this wrong.

I didn't kill her, or that man.

You seem a bit edgy, Gavin.

Is there something
you aren't telling us?

There's nothing.

Really, there is nothing.

Paradise Cove Hotel, please.

What is it that he's not saying?

Hmm.

Hey, this is Ashley's phone.
You know what to do.

Ashley, it's me.

We need to talk.
I'm worried about you.

The police have been asking
questions and I think they...

they know about us, so...

Just let me know what
you want me to do, yeah?

Please call me back.

I love you.

You all right, sir?
You seem a bit...tense.

I just can't work this one out.

I mean, we've got
one potential murder victim

whose body we haven't found,

another murder victim
whose body we have found,

but that murder weapon
was locked in a desk drawer

on the other side of the world
when that murder took place.

I mean, where do we even start?

Well, sounds like you need to
go get a likkle shoulder rub.

You know?
Release some of that tension.

Nah, you're all right,
Officer Rose.

Ah, this guy again.

Listen, mate, I told you before,

I'm not interested in upgrading
to another phone.

So stop calling me, yeah?

Is that Mervin Wilson?

Yeah, it's still Mervin Wilson
and I'm still not interested.

It's me, Solomon.

Your brother.

Are you there, Mervin?

Mervin?

Yes. Yes, he's here.

Don't hang up.

Er...

Solomon...

It's Mervin.

Yeah, you already know that.
Um...

Look, mate, I'm sorry, I just
wasn't expecting your call.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long
to get in touch, but...

it was...you know.

No, no, no, mate,
I totally understand. Yeah?

I mean, it's a lot to process,
right?

But, um, hey,
you're calling now, aren't you?

Yeah, man, it's a process.

But I'm glad to be calling now.

Are you still there?

Mervin?

Er, yeah. Yeah, I'm still here.

Um...

Look, um, Solomon,

I'm really, really sorry
to do this to you,

and I am so glad you called

and that
we're finally speaking,

and I really, really want us
to talk again, but...

...right now there's something
I need to do, yeah?

Yeah, man, no problem.
we'll talk soon.

That was quick.

Officer Rose...

That billboard.
You did that, right?

Yes, sir, I did.

But you should already
have the invoice for that.

It's not going to cost any extra.

No, I don't care about the cost.

It was worth every penny.
Come and look!

You see, all along

we've been looking at Ashley's
footage on phone screens

and laptops, yeah?

Well, they were too small.

I don't understand.

You see where Ashley is?

This is a still
from the video she made.

And in the background
there's a ship passing by.

Now, before, that was just a speck,

but now you've blown it up,
look at it!

What about the ship?

Well, look at what it's called!

Blitzen.

Blitzen! Yeah?

Now we know.

Oh, Officer Rose,

if you weren't so tall
I'd kiss you!

Why would Darrian write the name
of that ship on his hand?

Well, he obviously saw
the footage himself

and then, um,
he saw something in it.

But what?

Blitzen?

It's like
she's vanished into thin air.

That's why I've come here.
I thought I was helping someone.

You know what?

I think I'm starting to work out
what went down here.

But I need to make a phone call,

and you need to get onto airport
security. Come on!

Al right, mate.
Much appreciated.

Cheers.

Wow.

What's "wow"?

So, that ship behind Ashley Simms,

it's owned by a Scandinavian
container shipping company.

Now, we know from
the information on that footage

that Ashley recorded it on
the 4th of October, right?

Right. Well, check this.

The Blitzen was passing
by the south coast of England

on the 4th of October.

Thousands of miles from the
Caribbean.

So Ashley recorded
that video on a beach

back in the UK?

Which means she was never even here!

Inspector, the airport
just emailed over

security camera footage the day
Ashley Simms arrived on the island.

wait. She was here? Huh?

Thank you for a
wonderful Christmas, Marjorie.

Oh, it's been lovely.

Let me give you a hand
with that.

Oh, don't be daft. You don't
know where anything goes.

Then you can tell me.

It's the least I can do.

Living room, sideboard drawer.

Living room, sideboard drawer.

Thank you.

Living room, sideboard drawer...

But if Ashley Simms
has never been here before,

why do immigration records
show that she has?

Because someone else came,
pretending to be Ashley,

presumably on a fake passport,

and that someone paid Darrian
100K to lie and say

Ashley rented his property
for the past few months.

But why would they do that?

To misdirect and confuse
anyone looking for her.

Because they'd already killed
Ashley and taken the money?

So one of our four suspects has been
here three months previously?

Which is why we're going
through this footage,

cos it will show who was
pretending to be Ashley Simms.

There.

Why didn't I see that before?

That's why I've come here, to try
and understand why I hurt people.

No, it was more than that.
Gavin was obsessed.

Of course.

After that, nobody is seen
leaving or arriving.

So it's got to be one of these four
who shot Darrian St Jules.

You were in the hammock when
whatever happened happened.

You didn't hear the gunshot?

It's like Helen said, you know,
the rum out here, it's...

Stronger than you're used to.

What if there was another smell
the killer was trying to hide?

It makes perfect sense now.

For definite,
there's no gun at the villa.

The Commissioner found a gun
locked in a desk drawer

at Dugdale's offices back in the UK.

We need to call the Commissioner.

The Commissioner? Why?

Because he's with the killer
as we speak!

Come on, sir, pick up.

And what about these ones?

Same drawer!

Ah.

I've always wanted
to go to the Caribbean.

I said the same drawer.

Um...

That necklace...

The stone is lithamar,
unique to Saint Marie.

You told me you always wanted
to go to the Caribbean,

like you'd never been.

You were lying.

No. No, Selwyn. I...

It was you that went to Saint Marie
three months ago!

If Ashley never went,
then...is she dead?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

It... It just happened.

Miss Dodds...

I think...you should put
the knife down now.

Please.

Oh...

That...video she made...

It wasn't in the Caribbean, was it?

Bournemouth.

On a Sunday. She'd...
She'd gone to the seaside.

She realised she'd made a mistake
stealing that money, didn't she?

Then she wanted
to give the money back

and send the video as an apology.

I want to say sorry.

Don't know why I keep doing this.

Miss Simms
didn't leave the country.

I'd gone in to the office that day

to deal with an order
that had gone wrong.

It wasn't my fault,

but I was the one who had
to go in and fix it.

And then when I let myself in,
I found Ashley there,

and I knew — I knew straight away
what the money was.

You...you overhear a lot when
you sit at reception all day.

I knew it was you!

And...and...and I went
to call the police.

Wait, I'm giving the money back!
Marjorie, don't.

Please.

I'm calling the police now.

Don't do this to me.
You're not!

And Ashley tried to stop me.

I won't let you, Marjorie!

Get off me!

I pushed her off me, and...

And I wasn't even supposed
to be in that day!

It's like I told you.

Nobody...nobody cares for me there!

They just take me
for granted, and...

You saw the money
and thought...

...finally, you could take
something back for yourself.

All you had to do
was dispose of the body.

Where?

In my back garden.

And then you made a fake
passport in Ashley's name.

Oh, that wasn't hard, you know,

with all the kit
we've got in the office.

You flew on that passport
to Saint Marie,

to make it look as if
Miss Simms had run away

to the other side of the world

and rented a property there
for the last few months.

You know, I really did want
to go to the Caribbean.

It's just that
I never had the chance,

or the money, until...

And if you were
going to misdirect

from what really happened here
in Swindon,

where the dead body was,

then the farther away,
the better,

and no—one would realise...

...until things
started to go wrong,

and you received a phone call.

You're saying
Marjorie killed Ashley Simms?

Our receptionist? That Marjorie?

That Marjorie.

Yes, Marjorie Dodds,
the receptionist,

killed Ashley Simms in England,

and made it look as if
she ran away to the Caribbean,

with your 500K. Oh, my...

I did not see that coming.

So which one of us shot the man
found in our swimming pool?

It wasn't any of you.

But it had to be. You said so.

No—one else was here.

Yeah, you're right,
I did say that.

But what I didn't know then was

that Darrian St Jules
wasn't shot at your villa.

It just looked like he was.

That's why no gunshot was heard,
because there wasn't one.

He'd already been shot.

We know now,
from our colleague in the UK,

that Marjorie
had paid Darrian money.

She came to the island
three months ago,

on a forged passport,
and she gave him £100,000

to lie and cover if anyone
ever came to the island

asking after Ashley.

She'd convinced him
he was doing a favour

for a very vulnerable friend
of hers.

But when you visited him
a few days ago, Mrs Dugdale,

asking questions, mentioning
the missing 500 grand,

Darrian started to wonder

what he'd got himself involved in.

And when he rewatched
that footage more closely,

the footage of Ashley
you'd shown him,

as an experienced fisherman

who knew the waters
off Saint Marie very well,

something about it
bothered him.

Zooming in, he was able to read the
name of the boat, Blitzen.

He knew this was not
a Saint Marie vessel.

He worked out
that the video of Ashley

was actually shot in the UK.

And having heard from you,
Mrs Dugdale,

that Ashley went missing
with 500 grand of your money,

Darrian started to realise

that Ashley had never been
to the island.

He'd only ever met Marjorie.

So, he phoned Miss Dodds,

asking what was going on.

We need to talk.
Er, listen, Darrian,

you've got this all wrong.

Al throughout this case,

we thought Darrian's killer
had to be one of you four.

The one person we never
suspected was Marjorie Dodds,

who was all the way back in Swindon.

Or so we thought.

With Darrian threatening
to go to the police,

Marjorie asked him to hang fire,

and she would fly out here
and speak to him in person.

Marjorie was here, on this island, at
the exact same time we were? Yeah.

She arrived the night
before Darrian was shot

and flew back to the UK
the next morning.

Unable to convince
Darrian to keep quiet

and carry on with the lie,

Marjorie started to grow desperate,

worried he'd tell the police.

I can give you more money.

How much? Just tell me
and I'll give it to you.

We know Darrian was
searching around for a gun,

for self—protection.

I just want you to leave.

Now!

He never expected Marjorie
would use it against him.

What are you doing?
Put the gun down!

After shooting Darrian,
Marjorie left

and headed for the airport, before
getting back on the plane.

Arriving at Dugdale's offices
just in time

to meet with our very own
Commissioner Patterson. Oh!

If Marjorie shot Darrian
at his house,

how did he end up at our villa?

Marjorie thought she'd killed him,

but what she didn't know
when she left Darrian's place

was that he was still alive.

It was the fact
that he smelled so strongly

of someone else's aftershave
that helped us work it out.

Neil's aftershave, in fact.

We thought it was there
to cover up another smell —

that we now know was antiseptic.

The stuff you use
to clean up a wound.

Because as soon
as Marjorie quit the scene,

Darrian regained consciousness
and patched himself up.

As far as he was concerned,

the bullet was just lodged
in his shoulder,

wasn't life—threatening.

So he put on a fresh T—shirt

and headed off for the hospital
to get it properly seen to.

But on the way, he passed
your villa,

which was just
half a mile down the road.

And I think Darrian intended

to alert you
to what had gone down.

He stopped here to
tell you the truth about Ashley

and to warn you about
what Marjorie had done.

That's why he came here
that morning,

to tell you what your colleague
had done to Ashley

and, in turn, to him,

to make sure it didn't happen
to anyone else.

But what Darrian didn't know
was that his wound

was worse than he thought,
and he was bleeding internally.

And so, despite his brave
effort to alert you all

to the truth,
he died here in your villa.

But then someone proceeded

to stage the scene

as if he was shot
in this villa.

Didn't you, Mr Bradbury?

Me? What? What are you
talk...? No, of course not.

No.

And you did it
because Ashley told you to.

You're crazy. Ashley?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Let me have your phone.

Gavin, please.

It's OK.

Unlock it.

Bingo.

Text messages,
seemingly from Ashley Simms,

from the moment she disappeared
right up to today.

But all of these were sent
by Marjorie Dodds...

...who kept Ashley's phone
after she killed her.

No, no, you're wrong.
She can't be...

You've been texting her? No.

This whole time?
Karen, I'm sorry. Look...

No! No! Karen!

And here — proof of what happened.

Messages exchanged on
the morning of Darrian's death.

Because despite
what you told us, Gavin,

you were actually the first
to discover Darrian's body.

You knew who Darrian was,

because Ashley had told you
all about him.

And so you contacted Ashley,

left a message telling her

that Darrian had turned up
to the villa and died,

and asking her
what was going on.

A few minutes later she,
or rather, Marjorie, texted back.

See, Marjorie realised that
if the police were called

and found Darrian
with his wound patched up,

they'd know he was shot
somewhere else,

and the trail would lead
right back to her.

So she had to do two things.

First, she texted you
with instructions.

Second, she had to clear up
the real scene of the crime.

Marjorie's confessed
to our colleague in the UK

that she quickly doubled back
from the airport

and returned to Darrian's
house, before disposing

of the gun and the T-shirt he
was wearing when she shot him.

Meanwhile, you moved the body
outside to the swimming pool.

There's also a mention here
of that bullet you kept

as a memento
in the text messages

you sent to Ashley.

Well, that's how Marjorie knew.

So, as Ashley, she asked you

to remove the bullet
she killed Darrian with

and replace it with the one
she knew you had.

However, in your haste,
you must have dropped

the bullet you extracted
into the swimming pool.

But you knew you could come
back and retrieve it later.

Once you'd switched the bullets,
the hard bit was over.

You disposed of the dressing...

...then made a hole
in his T—shirt,

and let the blood
around the wound soak in,

so now it looked like
Darrian had been shot

after he entered the villa,
not before.

The last problem you had was getting
rid of that antiseptic smell,

because that stuff lingers, right?

And if the police noticed it,

we'd certainly be asking who
cleaned up the wound, and why.

So you ran into the bathroom

and got hold of
some aftershave — Neil's —

and doused him in it.

So now all you had to do
was pretend to be asleep

when Mrs Dugdale discovered
the body.

Gavin, we need to get to the
airport. You've got to pack!

Leaving us without a scooby
as to how a man was shot

with a gun that was locked in
a desk drawer 5,000 miles away

in a Swindon warehouse.

In the end,
it wasn't just the police

that Marjorie Dodds had duped.
It was you as well, Gavin.

You see, you thought you were
helping the woman you loved,

a woman you'd do anything for,

when you were actually
helping her killer.

Officer Rose?

No.

Mr Bradbury, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion of perverting

the course of justice. You do
not need to say anything...

But it may harm your defence if you
do not mention when questioned

something you later rely
on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used as evidence.

I need to know.

Why did you come to the train
station that night

and invite me into your home?

Why take that risk?

Because I didn't want to spend
Christmas on my own again.

I'm so sorry I spoiled it all.

Inspector?

Commissioner?

The arrest has been made,
I'm pleased to say.

Same here.

We couldn't have done it
without you, sir.

Oh, and are you doing
all right? Me?

Yes, of course. I'm fine.

Merry Christmas, sir.

I'm doing fine.

We regret to announce
that the 10:15 to Leeds

will be delayed
due to a shortage of train staff.

Chief Commissioner,
it's Selwyn Patterson.

And to you.

And apologies for calling you
during the holidays,

but, um,

I wanted to know if you'd found
my replacement as yet.

I see.

I've been doing some thinking,

and I wondered
if there was any chance

of my returning to the role...

...if it's still vacant.

The thing is, Harry,

the classic Christmas Day
Sunday roast lunch

is all well and good,
but when push comes to shove,

the real culinary high point

is the turkey and stuffing
sarnie,

because, my friend,
in my humble opinion,

it is one of the greatest
delicacies known to mankind.

Like bacon and eggs?

Ah, DS Thomas, you're just in time.

Come in, come in.

Grab those for me, would you?

So, er,
what is this about, sir?

I promised I'd make up
for spoiling Christmas Day,

and that is exactly what I'm doing.

Come on.

I don't know why
I didn't think of this before —

my front room on the beach.

Is that a good idea, do we think?

Yeah. Why not?

So we're watching something?

We certainly are, DS Thomas.
Not The...?

The Great Escape. Yeah!

Beers and butties, everyone.

And thank you to our local mayor
for letting me have

the leftovers from the bar.

And you've put it all between
two slices of bread.

Yeah. How English!

Excited for this film, Inspector.

Sounds dope.

UUm...sir?

Is this really your favourite
thing about Christmas?

Well, yeah.

When I was a little boy,
growing up,

most times I didn't know
where I was going to end up

spending Christmas, right?

With a foster family
or in a care home.

But wherever I ended up,

the one constant, every Christmas,

was this film.

And it was a...
It was a comfort to me.

I bet that little boy never thought
he'd be here in the Caribbean

all these years later,
watching that same film,

surrounded by his friends.

He certainly didn't, Catherine.

So, um...

...to him. To him.

OK, then. Showtime. Yep.

Um...

Look, er, just give me
a few minutes, yeah? Yeah?

Solomon, how are you doing, man?

You got my message, yeah?
Um, look...

...I'm sorry I had to cut you off
like that before, yeah?

It was just an emergency
at work I had to deal with.

So, how's your Christmas been?

Yeah? Good.

Mine? Um...

Yeah, yeah,
it's been really good.

Look, um...

...I don't know how you feel
about this, but...

...I was wondering if you
wanted to meet up some time.

Yeah?

I definitely would like to.