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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.

| guess...| want to say sorry.

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.