All language subtitles for Death.in.Paradise.S14E00.Christmas.Special.2024.720p.HDTV.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

Oh, boy.

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa
Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane.

Fixin' and blixin' and all his
reindeer's pullin' on the reins.

They'll sing and children sing and all
is merry and bright.

Excuse me, wait.

Oh, of course. Thank you. Here comes
Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,

down Santa Claus Lane.

He's got a bag that's filled with toys
for boys and girls again.

Hear those sleigh bells jingle, jangle.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.

So jump in bed and cover your head,
cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

Well, is this the business or what?

You actually look quite sexy as Santa.

Oh, I should hope that it is Claus.

Oh, Santa.

Now, that's a little ride on my sleigh.

Ah, cheers, baby.

Yeah, so this is the actual outfit that
I wore in the Christmas video.

I mean, most people didn't know who I
was. It was just a bit of a cameo for a

laugh, you know. So, does it bother you
it never got to number one back in the

day? No chance.

I made shedlugs out of writing that
song. I mean, it's the Christmas gift

keeps on giving.

I mean, it was never really about the
charts or the record sales.

The biggest buzz I gave hearing it being
played over the radio every Christmas

or over a supermarket tannoy or somebody
banging it out on a karaoke, you know

what I mean?

A Christmas paradise in the sun.

For me and you Uh -oh, uh -oh, uh -oh My
Christmas

paradise is you Uh -oh, uh -oh, uh -oh
He

has really made an effort with his
outfit.

Oh, Stuart, it's nothing if not
committed.

At least he's not out of tune like
others I can mention.

Can you send me the sales figures for
the last quarter, please?

How you doing, Mr. Connell?

You fancy having a go?

Oh, not sure it's quite my scene.

Still working?

You're supposed to be on holiday.

What about a rum punch to loosen you up,
eh?

Or maybe I'll just leave you to it.

mind you.

Bed.

Yeah,

Kaz, I swear, he's sound asleep, in bed,
eight o 'clock, on the dot, just like

you said. Excuse me, you haven't seen a
small boy, brown hair, freckles, playing

with some other kids, have you?

I think they're down on the beach.

Yeah, Kaz, I promise you, I have not
lost our son.

Kaz?

Kaz?

You down there, mate?

Dad?

It's bedtime.

The other kids are staying up.

Yeah, well, their parents haven't got
your mum on their back, have they?

Please let me stay up.

Look, you don't want to blow it with
Santa after you've been so good this

right? Come on.

Let's go.

Yep. Yes, Cass. Yeah, I promise you'll
be in bed within five minutes.

Give him up for Stuart, everyone!

It's still time for you to get your
aneum down if you want to sing.

But right now, we're going to do
Christmas Caribbean style.

Oh, my gosh, you're so good, you're
brilliant.

Sweaty buckets in this. I might go get
changed. I told you to be too hot, you

big idiot.

You can't call Father Christmas an
idiot.

Cheers, Guy.

Hey, let me know about the transmission,
yeah?

Hi there.

Excuse me.

Who's the dead man on the beach?

Dad?

We've got a body at the Paradise Bay
Hotel.

All right, Darlene.

I'm on my way.

Commissioner, you've heard.

Yes.

I thought we could head over there
together.

How are we going to do this, sir?

Without a replacement for D .I. Parker
yet.

There's no local senior detective
available.

So I put in a call to London requesting
a day I be sent over as soon as

possible.

Did they tell you how long it will take
for someone to get here? No. But with

the Christmas holidays upon us, it won't
be any time soon.

So, what do we have?

The victim is Stuart Forwell.

Here on a Christmas break with his
fiancée.

He got dressed up to go to the bar for a
drink last night.

Half past nine, he headed back to his
bedroom to get changed.

Wasn't seen again until his body was
spotted by one of the other guests.

Excuse me.

Okay. Commissioner Patterson speaking.

Commissioner Patterson, it's Marcus from
Resources and Staffing. Some good news

for you. We checked our records and it
turns out we already have a detective

there.

Here?

On the island?

Yeah, I'm at the airport now.

If I can actually get out the taxi.

Listen, mate.

I don't want to say it's been the
holiday from hell.

But it's not far off.

No, no, the... No, the people are nice
enough, but... It's like everything

moves at half the normal speed.

Seriously, it's like stepping back in
time.

Excuse me.

The important thing is I managed to
change my flight.

Yeah.

Of course it cost me extra, but worth it
if it gets me out of here, right?

Hello?

Great.

You still there?

Yeah, that's the other thing. The signal
out here is terrible.

God knows how they manage.

Listen, I'm calling the gov the second I
land, mate.

Let him know I'm returning early.

What? Hang on, mate.

That's funny. That's him calling now.

Listen, let's grab a beer when I get
back, all right?

Yeah, see ya.

Gov, I was just talking about you.

Yeah, yeah, I am in San Marie now, but
I'm... Me?

Listen, Gov, I would love to, but the
thing is I'm actually leaving early.

Can't someone else do it?

But I'm actually on the plane right now.
It's literally about to take off.

Come on, Gov. You're not here to get off
the plane now, are you?

Yeah, no, it's all good, Gov.

Like you said, hopefully it'll be done
and dusted and I'll be home in no time.

OK.

Unbelievable. Come on, Ollie.

Don't be shy. Tell him what you saw.

So you're a sheriff?

Me? No, I work for the local council.

Oh, sorry, him, yes, yes. He loves
cowboys, all that stuff.

We're kind of like sheriffs.

See?

And you want to help the good guys,
right?

You were asleep, weren't you, bud?

Yeah. There was a bang outside like a
gun, so I went onto the balcony.

I saw this man. He looked hurt. He fell
back, didn't move again.

And was anyone else there?

Someone ran away, but I couldn't see who
it was, so I went downstairs to the

reception. There was a dead man on the
beach.

Do we know what time this was?

Darlene checked the security camera
footage and it was 17 minutes past 10

Ollie appeared.

It only takes a couple of minutes to get
to reception.

That means the shooting must have
happened about 10 .15.

Miss Reed, can you think of any reason
as to why someone would want to do this

to your fiancé?

No.

We've only been here for a few days. We
don't know anyone.

Excuse me.

Hi. I didn't want to say anything in
there because it might be nothing, but

about Miss Reed.

Yesterday afternoon, I overheard her on
the phone to her friend.

I don't know what to do, Ali.

Yeah, but I just want it all to go away.

She was in a state.

What am I going to do?

Saying she didn't want to be with her
fiancé anymore, but she didn't know how

end it.

I just thought I should mention it.

Thank you.

Shall I go speak with her, sir?

Who's that, Curtis?

Commissioner, we've had another murder
called in.

Only, the thing is, this one is also
dressed as Santa Claus.

Yeah, I know I checked out this morning.

But now I need my room back again.

Yeah, well, believe me, we all get
thrown curveballs from time to time.

Listen,

you got my number, yeah?

Well, just call me or text me if there's
a problem.

OK? OK? Thank you. Thank you.

Commissioner Peterson.

Patterson.

Patterson? Yeah.

Oh, must have misheard.

The signal, Randy, was well dodgy.

This is Detective Sergeant Naomi Thomas.

Inspector? There isn't anywhere, Randy,
I can get a takeaway coffee, is there?

Actually, you know what?

Forget that stupid question.

Let's go and see this dead Santa of
yours, yeah?

Right.

Well, this is a first.

And the other guy, the other Santa, he
was shot as well?

Both in the chest.

We've asked the lab to prioritize
comparing both bullets once they've been

recovered. But the likelihood is the
same person shot both of them?

Inspector Officer Darlene Curtis.

A pleasure to meet you, sir.

And you.

Our second victim's name is Tony Hurst.
And get this, he's a songwriter.

He only went and wrote my favorite
Christmas song ever, A Christmas

Bit of a legend, then.

There's a framed platinum disc on the
wall.

So, what do you make of it, Inspector?

Inspector?

Inspector?

Where's he gone?

Inspector!

Clubs.

I want to see what gift

That Santa is holding in his hands. His
hand?

Pen.

Tell.

I once chased a Santa Claus down Oxford
Street.

Shoplifting.

The department store staff thought he
worked in the grotto.

But he was just some bloke in a Santa
outfit.

Talk about hiding in plain sight.

Do you think the killer has something he
wanted us to see?

Please.

Don't do this.

I'm begging you.

You don't have to do this. Just tell me
what it is you want and we can start it

out.

Sir, look.

10 .15.

The same time our first victim was shot.

For real?

If both murders happened at the same
time, then we're dealing with two

killers. Who seemingly agreed to kill
their victims the exact same time, in

exact same manner, wearing the exact
same costumes.

Interesting.

I... Just wanted to say that we
appreciate you agreeing to stay on the

and help us with the investigation.

Inspector?

Sorry, where are we now?

A police station.

That's a police station.

Oh, that is the police station.

Right.

You're used to somewhere bigger?

Well, kind of.

And the team?

It's not just the two of them, is it?
There is another uniformed officer,

Dwayne, but he's taken his Christmas
holidays early.

Yeah, I'm sure he's earned it.

You do still have air con in there,
though, right?

Excuse me, Commissioner.

The press are wondering when there's
going to be a statement made.

There's already been talk of there being
a Santa serial killer.

So who's your media and comms liaison
officer?

We don't have one of them either.

Inspector, we are a small island with a
small team, a small budget. The sooner

you get used to that fact, the better.

Tell them I'll make a statement in due
course.

Okay, sir.

Commissioner.

I've updated Miss Reed on our second
murder, and we're struggling to find any

link between her fiancé and Tony Hearst.

I swear, Sue never met this guy.

We've checked Mr.

Folwell's texts, call register, e
-mails, checked his bank account,

only thing we do have... ..is this.

D .S. Thomas mentioned about what Tony
Hearst did, about how he wrote that

A Christmas Paradise, and...

This was last night at the party.

But we think it must be a coincidence.

So what's this I hear about you not
wanting to marry your fiancé?

What? Sorry, who are you?

D .I. Mervyn Wilson.

Nice to meet you. So apparently a
witness heard you saying you wanted to

things with Mr. Falwell, but didn't know
how to? That's right, isn't it?

It is.

So come on then, what's the deal?

Do you like to speak to me like that?

Is it true?

I just, I wanted it so much.

You know, to be married and to have kids
like everyone else. I just do what I

always do and stayed with someone for
the wrong reasons.

So you didn't love him, you just
convinced yourself you did?

Yes.

That's why I had to call my friend
because I didn't know what to do.

You know, calling off the wedding, that
was so huge and disappointed my family.

Again, another relationship down the
drain and it all got too much.

And now all that's gone away?

What? No.

No, I didn't. I wouldn't. That is not
what happened.

Commissioner, Inspector Saj, the lab's
just called.

There's something you might want to
know.

Sorry, that again?

The bullets recovered from both victims'
bodies have been compared.

And stress marks indicate they were
fired from the same gun.

But that can't be. Both victims were
shot at the same time.

How can the same gun be used in two
separate murders who committed it the

same time miles apart from each other?

I don't know, but that is what the lab
is saying.

It's over.

Do it, you stupid idiot.

I feel I ought to say, on behalf of the
rest of the island, this really isn't

one of our better hotels.

In fact, I wouldn't go as far as to say
it's possibly the worst.

Well, let's hope so, eh?

I'm still trying to work out what this
one star is for.

If you start to tire of this chance,
there is somewhere we can go.

Good to know.

Anyway... If you don't mind me asking,
how did you end up here?

I was all a bit last minute, really.

And this was the only place that still
had a room.

I guess with it being Christmas.

I meant, um... St. Mary's.

Oh, right.

A mate recommended it.

I see.

Yeah, no other reason than that, really.

But you haven't warmed to the island.

You couldn't feel in it, you know?

I'm in some places you take to and some
you don't, right?

Oh. And that's why you decided to leave
us.

Mm -hm.

Sorry,

got to get a bit.

Hello? Oh, hi. Is that Mr. Wilson?

Speaking. Hi, Mr. Wilson.

It's Angelique from Kariba Car Hire.

Just to say we dropped your car off and
left the keys with reception.

It's the same one you had the last few
days. The blue one.

Okay.

Thanks very much. Cheers.

Is that the police?

My name is Brianna Clementson.

I saw the news this evening about the
two murders

I think I know who the killer might be.

No, I don't know his name, but I got the
registration number.

It really is the season.

Old man.

Have a look at this.

Old man.

Oh, God. Where he gone now?

Good morning,

Bertries Winton.

Hope you'll make it this evening.

Good morning,

Duane.

You coming to the Christmas fair?

No, sorry, Catherine.

Me and my father are going out on the
boat, and we won't be back till Boxing

Day.

I wonder if the commissioner might have
got you working on this double murder

case. Why?

What did he say? It was him who signed
off on my holiday, you know. And as far

as I'm concerned, that's legally
binding.

I haven't seen Selwyn.

I just know they're very busy.

Well, I've made plans to go fishing with
my father, and that's what we are

doing, if I can find him.

Oh, he's over there, talking with Tyrus.

Tyrus, that toe rag is shadier than a
palm tree at high noon.

Excuse me, Catherine.

How's this, you?

An extra five dollars?

Me throwing a box of crack on.

Me talking luxury brand.

Hey, what's going on here with you two?
You all right, son?

No. Officer Myers, always a pleasure.

Pleasure? You still owe my auntie
Delilah a refund for that old drop -down

rickety radio you sold her?

She didn't get a peep out of it.

Well, if she have the receipt, me me
glad to exchange it. But me nah do

You don't do receipts either, so go
figure that.

And now you trying to fleece my father?

Just some Christmas supplies, Dwayne.

A couple of bottles of rum, some cigars,
so we can enjoy ourselves.

Right.

It's bootleg.

Really?

Now you give him back his money?

or I'm going to arrest you for selling
counterfeit goods.

Your choice.

And a Merry Christmas to the both of
you. And a Happy New Year to you.

Why are you dressed like that, anyway?

I'm just in the news.

What? No.

Me TV don't work. Why?

Then try reading a newspaper, then. And
you.

You didn't even tell me you were going.

Ah, Dad.

Come on. Stop it. I'm all right.

Your hands on.

Let me see that for a second.

I tell you, the island is really shaken
up by these murders.

And I have a list as long as my arm of
people think that they know who the

murderer is.

I wouldn't be surprised if Santa himself
doesn't make an appearance at some

point.

They're in early, sir.

We've got another one.

I was heading home after work.

That was the night before last, when the
other shootings happened.

No problem.

May I have it all lined up? I just need
this started before Christmas.

Tell her what time it was.

10 .15, I remember noticing.

And any reason why you were... are...
dressed...

like this?

Me own a stall down the Arba.

Always life is spruce myself up this
time of year.

Get the people in the spirit.

Too much gloom in the world, right?

So what exactly happened?

Heard some movement over there.

Somebody there?

Then?

First shot meets me.

Second one clip me.

Man have to get out the way before the
turn.

And then what?

The car came round the bend.

Reckon they spoke to whoever was
shooting at me.

I saw them running off.

Okay, Tyrus.

It's been two days, man.

Why are you only reporting this now?

And... Don't go thinking you can fob me
off.

I'm not as easygoing as this lot.

You see, in my experience, people tend
not to keep quiet about being shot

they've got something to hide
themselves.

Well, I might owe a local money if you
get me.

So at first I thought it was someone
giving me a scare, a warning, you know.

But then I read about the other
shooting.

Inspector, I've located one of the
bullets.

I'll get it down to the lab and then
I'll keep looking.

But what if whoever did this, what if
they're still out there?

What if they want to finish off what
they started?

Is my life still in danger?

He's right.

I mean, how can we know for certain they
won't come back and try again?

But how are we expected to do that, sir?

We're spread thin enough as it is.

So, old man, what do you reckon?

Some fishing and then a beer?

Or a beer and then some fishing?

Definitely the second option.

Yes, sir.

So, this is the life, huh?

You, me, and the sea.

Yeah.

Lady Honoré.

Lady Honoré, this is the Coast Guard
calling.

You receive.

Wesley.

You there, Dwayne?

Everything all right, Wesley?

Not for you, it isn't. I've got
Commissioner Patterson here. He needs to

with you.

It's okay.

I can take care of myself.

Nelson, honey?

Don't you worry about that.

You can come and stay with me and my
aunties.

As long as you don't mind spending time
in a house full of women.

I don't mind at all.

Dwayne, come on. We need to get going.

We may contact and update you as and
when.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I'm spending Christmas in a house full
of women.

Catherine.

Oh. Ready for the Christmas fair this
evening? We're ready.

But whether it should still go ahead, I
don't know.

You're not going to cancel? People are
nervous, scared.

Then perhaps a few familiar faces might
offer some reassurance.

You really feel good in orbit, sir.

You know what? As quaint as that looks,
I'll just stay here and...

Commissioner,

I called Darlene. She's on her way home.

And the inspector?

He's building up to it.

Commissioner?

It's Brianna Clemerson.

You probably don't remember me, but
we've crossed paths at church a couple

times. Yes, of course.

I wondered if you had a moment.

I spoke with one of your officers about
the two murders last night.

But I know how busy you all are.

There's someone I think you'll need to
be considering as a suspect. Let's go

find somewhere quiet to talk.

Imagine that.

Of all the people I get to spend
Christmas with, Tyra's the tea leafy

Oh, you think I'm true about this?

Take a look at the sleeping arrangement.

So where you sleeping?

Inna the bed.

I think we should take turns on the
sofa.

What sofa?

There's no way on earth I'm sharing that
tiny thing with you.

Dwayne, I know it's not the Christmas
you wanted.

Seriously?

You need to stop being such a baby about
it. It's obviously used to a more

cosmopolitan environment than here.

Is that the eye -fancy pants you're
talking about?

Naomi was just saying he can be a little
frank in his opinion.

Plain rude is what he is.

Honestly, he makes another comment about
how nothing out here works properly.

I swear I'm going to get the pepper
spray out.

Serious? I just keep telling myself it's
just one kiss, and then he'll be gone.

What?

Okay, thank you.

Inspector, let me introduce you to
Catherine. She's our town mayor and owns

best bar on the island.

All right.

So nice of you. That was a laugh on the
phone. The third bullet is a match for

the other two, which means we're deaf
and up. All three victims were shot by

same gun at the same time in three
separate locations.

So riddle me that, dear Thomas.

Excuse me, I'm a host this evening.

A pleasure meeting you, Mervyn.

Thank you to the Honorary Town Steel
Band.

And now, a very special treat for us
all.

Singers from St. Xavier's Church.

And this man who has been parking on
your street?

Lurking. Why do you think he's a
possible suspect for the recent murders?

Because of the house he's parked
outside.

All Mr. Blanchard lives there. And he
works at a Father Christmas for the

at the supermarket up in Port Royal.

Can you give me a description of the man
you've seen on your road? Yes, he's...

right there that's him that man over
there in the green

hat he's the one who has been committing
these murders i promise

what's

going on i think they're saying that
you're the kilo sir

This is crazy.

You don't actually believe her, do you?
Of course not.

But I do need to know why you were
hanging around this street.

Unless you deny it.

Look, it's not illegal, is it?

And I'm not actually breaking any laws,
so what's the big deal?

This is a small island, Inspector.

People talk.

And the last thing I need is them
talking about you as a suspect in our

case. This is ridiculous, all right?

I mean, it's nobody's business what I
was doing here, including yours, with

respect. So if you don't mind,
Inspector.

And with equal respect, I'm afraid to
say it is my business, as your senior

officer, heading up an investigation in
which your name has gone under the

spotlight. I have every right to insist.

You explain yourself.

Inspector.

Please.

Tell me.

Well, I, um... I, um...

I think...

I think that's my mother's house.

Sorry.

My mum lives there.

I think.

Well,

I mean, I'm sure she does, but without
actually knocking on the door and

I can't be 100%. I've never met her.

Yet.

Ever.

So... that's why you came out here.

And that's why I was about to fly home.

Because I realised it was all a big
mistake coming here, yeah?

And then my boss called and asked me to
stick around and help with your

investigation.

Look, I'm sorry, yeah? I'm sorry if I
scared that woman.

But right now, I'd rather put this
behind her so I can get on with the job

catching your killer and then I can get
the hell out of here.

I'm going to walk back to the hotel.

Thank you.

Tyra, please, not today.

Good morning to you. It's a beautiful
Christmas Eve here on St. Marie. And I

hope you are feeling excited and looking
forward to the big day tomorrow. Like a

hole in the head.

Morning, Mrs. Emma.

Hi. Just to let you know, I'll be
checking out this morning, unexpectedly.

I've got a flight back to the UK today.

Okay, madam.

Work reasons.

Morning, Inspector.

Oh, wow.

That's a big breakfast you've got there.

So, that was, uh, funny yesterday
evening.

Everyone thinking you were the killer.

Funny?

Well, I mean, not funny, haha, exactly,
but, um... Funny.

Unexpected.

Right. The commissioner said that there
had been some mix -up, but it's all

sorted now.

Pretty much.

Pretty so, isn't it?

Why she thought you were the killer.

So, look, a new leader's come in.

A publisher in the UK's been in contact.

Apparently, Tony Hurst was writing his
memoir. They asked us to email over the

latest draft.

Said it was saved on his laptop.

Only, when I checked the crime scene log
Officer Curtis made, there's no laptop

on it.

See?

You think his laptop was stolen? Oh,
we're leaving?

But you haven't even finished your
breakfast.

Off we go again.

So I went back to Tony Herr's villa,
dusted the desktop and surrounding area

fingerprints. And did you find anything?

Carla Hammond, shoplifting charge, back
in the UK in her teens.

And who's she?

She's a successful businesswoman, runs
an online luxury design company, but

who she was that's of more interest.

40 years ago, under a different name,
Carla Hammond recorded A Christmas

Paradise.

She sang that? Mm -hmm. And a few days
ago, she arrived on this island.

Carla Hammond.

D .I. Wilson.

D .S. Thomas.

Like to have a little chat?

And we'd also like to take a look into
those suitcases.

Well?

It's definitely his.

So at the very least, we're looking at
theft.

Do you want to tell us what you're doing
in possession of Tony Hearst's laptop,

Miss Hammond?

Carla, we know about the memoir Mr
Hearst was writing, which I'm assuming

must get a mention or two in.

You look very different these days.

I mean, to how you looked when the song
came out.

Unrecognisable. It was 40 years ago,
Inspector.

Yeah, I know that, but it's more than
that. It's more than just age.

I looked at the website for your
business.

Impressive. But there isn't one mention
of who you used to be.

You know, your past celebrity.

In fact, I'd go as far as to say you
tried very hard to pretend it never

happened.

Which makes me wonder if there's
something in that memoir you didn't want

out.

And what might that be exactly?

That it wasn't me that sang the vocal on
A Christmas Paradise.

That a session singer recorded the song
and I was just the pretty face that

climbed along.

And by that look on your face, I'm
guessing he wasn't making that up.

I was a model back in 1984.

And the real singer...

We paid her off, but she didn't have the
looks.

Tony's words, not mine.

And I was offered the opportunity
instead.

So why reveal it now?

Well, despite appearances, Tony was in
need of money.

His royalties didn't bring in what they
used to, so he did a deal on his memoir.

Publishers wanted all the juicy secrets.

So you flew out here to convince him not
to go through with it?

There's nothing I can do about it.

The publishers have got it.

Please, Tony.

I'm begging you.

And you're right.

The last thing I need is to be thrust
into the spotlight after all these

Press at my door.

Photo in the news.

Out in me as a liar. I don't need to be
made a fool of, Inspector.

The ditzy model who mimed along to a pop
song.

Well, obviously, I'm not her anymore.

So how did you get hold of his laptop
then?

That night, I admit, I went to see Tony
again.

Tony, I am not going to take an offer.
But when I got to his villa, he was

already dead.

And I realised nobody else knew I was
here on the island.

And if I took the only copy of the
memoir, no -one would ever know where it

went. And your secret would be safe?

of Tony Hearst's memoir.

You need to tell us exactly what it says
about Carla Hammond.

Doing it right now, honey.

See you soon.

What does he want now?

Duane?

Is everything all right?

Yes, darling.

I'm just having something soup.

And you called me to tell me that.

Honestly, honey, I am in the middle of a
murder investigation here.

Okay, look.

I was asking after my father.

How's he doing?

He's at my auntie's right now.

But why don't you just give him a call?

I'm sure he's missing you.

Is everything okay?

Everything's just great, Dwayne.

Darlene's family are really looking
after me.

Oh, lucky you.

That's good of you, Tanisha.

It's very noisy there.

Is that a party going on? I guess you
could call it a kind of party. I mean,

a big one.

Be right with you.

Look, I'd better go, son. Sounds like my
barbecued lobster's ready.

Lobster? Bye, Dwayne.

Cyrus? Cyrus?

Oh, you legend.

Really appreciate you doing this for me,
man.

Me owe you. Hey.

What in blazes is going on here? Who's
that?

Oh, just a friend of mine.

He gets me some last -minute Christmas
shopping.

A few presents me asking to pick up.

And how did he know you was there?

Well, I might have used your phone for
calling when you weren't looking.

And compromised your own safety?

Not Marcel's corner, man. He not tell.

Who are these presents for?

No one.

Just gifts.

Show me.

Nose personal.

Tyrus.

What kind of Christmas present is that?

It's for my daughter.

She really wanted a puppy.

I didn't know you had a daughter.

Well, now you do.

So how was you going to get them to her
if you stuck out here with me?

You were going to make a break for it,
wasn't you?

Now I'm going to have to confiscate the
puppy. No way, man.

Cyrus, I'm here to protect you.

And I can't do that if you go off
gallivanting.

Now I've got to look after the both of
you, huh?

So what have we got? We've got three
victims in Santa Claus outfits, all of

were shot with the same gun at the same
time in three different locations.

Stuart Falwell was at his hotel.

Tony Hearst was at his villa.

And Tyrus DeMille was walking home.

So, questions.

How?

How did our killer manage to fire the
same gun in three different locations at

the exact same time?

And what does our killer have against
people dressed as Santa Claus?

I have another question.

Um, why are we here?

And I don't mean in a...

what's the meaning of life kind of way.
Just why are we here in the market

and not at the police station? That's
usually where we do this kind of thing.

Yeah, right.

I just prefer it here.

Right. Yeah, it reminds me a bit of
being back in London. I find it easier

think when there's busyness, you know,
people about bustle, noise.

You're missing it there?

I'm looking forward to getting back for
you that way.

So what's the Mervyn Wilson Christmas
like back in London?

Nothing special, really.

I'm quiet.

Thought you didn't like quiet.

I work over Christmas, usually. I take
the Christmas day shift.

How come?

I live alone.

So, yeah.

What about you?

What does a D .S. Thomas Christmas look
like?

Well, if I can, I go back to St.
Barnabas.

That's where I grew up.

Spend it with my family, my uncle's
family.

Nothing special, you know. We spend the
day cooking, talking.

That's what Christmas is about.

Spending time with the people who love
you.

Right?

Yeah, yeah, yes, sir.

So what's he called, then?

The puppy?

Tyrus.

You named him after a fool?

If so, she remembers me.

Jasmine.

Me and her mother aren't together
anymore, so she not see me as much.

That's why I got her all those presents.

I just really wanted to make her a
special day, you know?

I'd made plans like that myself.

Me and my father.

Just the two of us.

Well, I guess we're both missing out
this Christmas.

Stuck in here.

Everything all right?

Commissioner Patterson say you know
someone on the street?

It's not Dorna, is it?

Dorna Bray, yeah. You know her?

I just came to visit her.

I'm sorry, but Dorna passed away.

A few months back it was.

Are you a friend of hers?

Um, no, not really.

Thanks. Anyway, sorry to disturb you.

Excuse me, I'll come back. I have to
take this.

Is everything all right?

Hey!

How's the party going?

It's all right, you know.

Everyone's enjoying themselves.

You okay?

Don't forget, if you're not feeling
well, take one of your tablets, you

No, I'm all right.

It's just... It's not the same, is it?

It's someone else's family.

At Christmas, anyway.

Tell me about it.

I know it wasn't what we planned, you
know.

But, hey, maybe next year, huh?

Yeah.

Maybe next year.

Commissioner. May I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Excuse the, uh, mess.

I think it's actually worse on the
inside than the outside.

Yeah, quite an achievement, right?

I didn't realize the mother was Donna
Bray.

I didn't know her well, but...

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it.

It's all good.

I'm fine.

Really.

I mean, I didn't actually know her, did
I?

So, um, nothing's changed as far as I'm
concerned.

It's hard to know what to do in such
circumstances, but I've always believed

that actions do speak louder than words.

We should move you somewhere more
comfortable.

All right, mate.

What's your name, then?

Yes, Thomas.

What have you got?

Merry Christmas, sir.

Oh. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Um,
same for you.

Merry Christmas, Inspector.

Is this, um... Just Caesar's Greens, or
is this a work call?

You need to get over here, sir. I've got
the lead for you.

Sir?

Sir, can you... I think you already hung
up.

What you doing out here?

Hi.

I was just sitting here thinking,
Christmas is such a precious thing.

And I don't think me and my father have
many left.

He's healthy, you know?

Sorry.

I'm worried this might be the last
Christmas day we spend together.

He's on time.

Punctuality has never been his strongest
point.

What's going on?

Tyrus, I want to spend Christmas Day
with my father.

And you want to spend it with your
daughter.

So we're going to make it happen.

What?

Yes.

Now that's what I call a Merry
Christmas.

Yes, I.

Yes, I.

Yes, I. Yes, I.

So I've been speaking with Tony Hearst's
record company, and Kenny Simmons

sampled the chorus from A Christmas
Paradise and used it in a track he

on social media.

Six million likes. It was going to be a
big hit for Kenny. Going to be.

Well, Kenny initially released the track
without ever seeking Tony Hearst's

permission to use the sample.

When the song started getting some
attention, the record company became

And Tony Hearst refused to grant it,
right?

Unless it was for the right fee, which
Kenny couldn't afford.

And now Tony Hearst is dead.

According to Kenny's lawyers, the record
company are keen to get the process

moving again.

I'll bet they are.

Do we really have to do this now?

It's Christmas, dear. There's children
in there waiting for their presents.

And how thrilled will their parents be
if they find out the police let an

unknown killer play Santa's little
helper? I didn't kill anyone.

But... You have benefited from Tony
Hearst's death, haven't you?

Your song.

Tony Hearst ruined any chance of it
being released.

But that's all changed now, hasn't it?

Now he's no longer with us. Well,
nothing's been signed, all right?

These things are complicated.

Well, not in your case, they're not.

You see, we've spoken to the record
company, and we know they're keen, and

you're definitely keen. So let's skip
the modesty, yeah?

Because you're about to become seriously
minted, right?

I could do all right for myself.

Give me what I've always wanted.

A singing career.

Make something of my life.

Leave all this behind, yeah?

I guess.

Look, you can deny actually murdering
Mr. Hearst, because of course you would.

But don't tell me his death isn't
something you desired.

Because it's about to change your whole
life.

I didn't kill him.

I have to get back to work.

Inspector?

I found something in Tony Hirst's memoir
to do with Jamie Barton.

It's got on your file for a bit, bud,
OK?

But you said you'd pay.

Yeah, I will.

As soon as I get back, all right?

Promise.

I won't be long.

This can't be a coincidence that he's
here on the island and never even

mentioned it to us.

Sir, that's not going to make it come
any quicker.

It's the police.

Do you remember me from the other day,
dear Thomas?

Happy Christmas.

Did Santa bring you that?

You look like a real sheriff now.

You want to get to the point?

What do you think, Inspector?

Maybe you're sleeping right now.

Is your dad not here?

He's downstairs.

OK.

Why don't you guys go and look if you
find Mr Barton, and I'll stay here with

Folly.

Please don't do that, Mr Barton!

Put the gun down. I wasn't going to. I
swear, I'm not going to hurt you. That's

not who I am. Then put it down.

Now step away.

This isn't what you think. I know it
looks bad now, but... We know about your

mum, Mr Barton.

She sang that famous song that Tony
Hearst wrote.

Are you telling me it's pure chance that
you're here on this island and he's

been shot?

And now we find a gun?

Is that what you're telling me?

I just wanted money.

That's all.

What she's owed.

He made a fortune off that song and she
got nothing.

The only reason I came here was for the
money.

All mum wanted was to sing.

That was a dream.

And when a big chance came along, he
goes and steals it from her. It's

of him, it's because of what he did,
that she started drinking.

And now she's ill.

She needs help and I can't afford it.

But he can.

Yeah, what you got?

Apparently Jamie has a gun.

Did Ollie tell you that?

He found it the night of the murder,
thought it was a toy, only...

He said he was playing cowboys with Mr.
Falwell that night and that he pretended

to shoot him with it.

My Christmas paradise.

Hey, you can't shoot Father Christmas.
I'll put you on the naughty list.

OK, thank you.

What's going on?

Ollie said he found your gun the same
night Mr. Falwell was shot.

Mr. Barton, your kid is now involved.

Do you understand?

That's where we are now.

So the truth, please.

Now.

Oh.

He knew what he was getting for
Christmas.

It's a cowboy set, you know, toy guns.

He went looking and he found it and...
And... So you're saying that it was

that... No, no, no, no, no. I swear
that's not what happened. But no.

What then?

Stuart.

He saw Ollie with the gun and he
realized it wasn't a toy.

Wait a minute. Let me see that.

Now, if Mr. Falwell threatened to go to
the police, that gives you motive. No, I

would never do that. I would never do
that. And now you've got motive to kill

Tony Hurst. I told you, I just wanted to
scare him. I just wanted to pressure

him into giving my mum what he owes her.
I didn't want to kill him. I didn't

want to kill him. Inspector.

I think you might be telling the truth.

What? This gun.

It didn't fire the shot recovered from
Tony Haas' body.

All stood for wealth.

Sorry, what?

I measured the barrel of the gun, sir.

It's not a match for any of the bullets
we found.

It's a different caliber.

He is not the killer.

He's not the killer.

At every single turn, with every piece
of evidence we uncover, it makes less

less sense.

It's so damn quiet here.

I mean, look, there's literally no one
around.

Well, it is Christmas Day, sir.

And do you have to keep criticising
every single thing about the silence?

Because when you do, it's very hard for
us not to take it personally.

Pull over.

What? Pull over.

Now.

Basketball.

F .Y .I.

It isn't personal.

All right? And I'm sorry you felt that.
It wasn't intended.

Because... For the record, the only
thing that's made it vaguely bearable

last few days is the fact that you and
Officer Curtis do actually seem to know

what you're doing.

Anyway, as I was saying, basketball.

But why are you going to the... Really,
we should stop doing that.

No, the boy's mother is already on a
flight over. We just need some care of

temporarily.

He's in the hotel creche at the moment.

Yes. Thank you.

Bye.

Inspector Wilson.

No idea.

He and D .S. Thomas should have been
back a while ago.

Where are you both?

Sorry.

What's going on?

I wish I knew, sir. He just stood there
staring for a while, then moved around

the court a bit, and now... He's not
very good, is he?

Commissioner!

Inspector! Is it normal for you to play
basketball in the midst of a murder

case? I've never played before in my
life, to be honest with you.

Probably explains why I keep missing,
right?

That doesn't answer my question.

Visualization. Three victims, one gun,
three hoops, one ball.

How can I shoot three hoops with one
ball at the exact same time? You can't.

Exactly.

Inspector, this case is proving to be...
How increasingly

challenging.

I know, right?

I came here because I've been in contact
with the team in London and they have a

detective ready to fly over here this
evening.

What?

Why? To take over the case.

Why would I do that?

In light of your personal circumstances,
I feel I have a duty of care.

And considering all you've been through
in the last few days,

Perhaps you are not the best person to
be leading such a demanding

investigation.

Maybe it was just not meant to be.

I swear, I'm not going to hurt you.
That's not who I am.

Half past nine, he headed back to his
bedroom to get changed.

I measure the barrel of the gun, sir.

It's a different caliber.

Inspector.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

And if it wasn't meant to be, then what
was? And when?

Okay.

Victim number one.

I have no idea what's going on right
now.

And just by the commissioner's fear, he
doesn't either.

But something tells me he does.

I need the other ball.

Come on!

It wasn't meant to be.

Your words.

And that's the point, isn't it? Yeah,
because if things don't go the way you

expect it to, then all you can do is
play the hand you're dealt. And that's

our killer did.

Victim number two.

When I say shoot, I want you to shoot,
yeah?

Please, sir.

Victim number three!

Ready?

Shoot!

That's how!

That means the shooting must have
happened about 10 .15.

10 .15.

10 .15, I remember noticing it.

All three victims were shot by the same
gun at the same time in three separate

locations.

That's exactly how... It is not
impossible.

You know how it was done?

I know how it all was done.

But, um, Officer Curtis, I need you to
do something for me first, please. Um,

Jamie Barton's gun. I need you to check
it for fingerprints, because...

I don't think it's Jamie's gun.

Sure, Inspector.

If I'm right, and I think I am, then we
should go and make an arrest.

Actually, Inspector, we tend to do
things a little differently here.

Sorry?

What do you mean?

Look, why can't I just write it up in
the case file?

I mean... That is standard procedure,
right?

Let's say it's a matter of tradition.

If you would.

I assume you're wondering

why you're gathered here.

Like this.

I'm wondering the same thing myself, to
be honest.

But as this case is...

Confounded us at every turn. I suppose
one last surprise shouldn't be too

unexpected.

And you know what? In a funny way,
that's what this has all been about.

Expectation. What we think is going to
happen and what does.

I mean, take me for instance.

A few days ago, here I was on this
island, a mere tourist.

And yet now, I'm heading up one of the
most puzzling murder cases I've ever

encountered.

Didn't see that one coming a mile off.

But then, as I said to Commissioner
Patterson, we play the hand we're dealt.

And that's the key to understanding this
case.

Because as planned as it may seem, three
victims in Santa Claus outfits, all of

whom were shot at the exact same time in
three different locations with just one

gun.

As contrived as it may appear, none of
it was meant to happen.

Let's go back to the evening it all
started.

At 9 .30, Stuart Falwell headed back to
his hotel...

Stuart Falwell headed back to his hotel
to

get changed out of his Santa Claus
outfit.

And on the way, he comes across a little
boy.

Your son, Ollie, out playing cowboys
near the beach.

And when Stuart notices, the gun that
little Ollie was playing with was real.

He becomes concerned.

Now, that gun, let's call it Gun A.

That wasn't the gun we found you with
earlier this morning, was it, Mr Barton?

Despite you leading us to think it was,
it was a different gun you acquired to

threaten Tony Hurst.

And when Stuart confronted you about
seeing little Ollie in possession of

I think you sent Ollie back to your
hotel room and the two of you went

quiet to talk. I'm taking this to the
police. No, please.

I'll be arrested.

No, you can't. I don't believe you
intended to shoot Stuart.

Like you said, you're not a killer.

It's just not in you.

But I think you tried to get the gun off
him.

You can't. You can't do this. Just...
And in that tussle,

the gun went off.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Well, so it was an accident.

But the other two shootings were not.

And now we know there was a second gun
involved, it's not too much of a leap to

work out there was a second person
involved.

Isn't that right, Kenny Simmons?

Sorry? We know you had very good reason
for wanting Tony Hurst dead.

With him out of the way, his record
company would let you release your song,

which was guaranteed to make you a small
fortune.

And Stuart Falwell's death provided some
useful misdirection for Tony Hurst's

murder. I didn't do anything.

Yes, you did, Kenny.

We found your fingerprints on the gun we
recovered from Mr Barton this morning,

so we have evidence you were involved.

And assuming Mr Barton here wants to
receive the smallest sentence he can

don't think he's going to take the rap
for all this. Are you, Mr Barton?

No.

No. So, here's what happened.

I think Kenny witnessed what took place
on the beach that night when the gun

went off accidentally.

And in that moment, his plan began to
form.

I didn't mean to.

I know what to do.

A plan to make three different shootings
look like they all happened at the same

time.

We know that Stuart Falwell left the bar
at 9 .30 and it turns out was shot not

long after.

Not at 10 .50.

But Ollie said that he came straight
down to reception after it happened. He

lied.

He simply waited and went down to
reception later.

Why? Because that's what his dad told
him to do.

I think there's a dead man on the beach.

And who would disbelieve a seven -year
-old kid?

We certainly didn't.

In fact, all throughout the case, we
took little Ollie at his word, working

the basis that the first murder happened
at 10 .15.

Which brings us to the second shooting,
which did happen at that time, 10 .15.

It was Kenny who took that same gun that
accidentally killed Stuart Falwell, gun

A, and used it to shoot Tony Hurst.

I assume having used his track on your
own song, done your research?

You already knew that Tony kept the
costume he wore 40 years ago.

Get inside.

It wasn't vital to the plan, but it
added another layer of mystery that

add to our confusion.

And so while it was being recorded on
camera... Don't do this. I'm begging

You don't have to do this. Just tell me
what it is you want and we can work

something out.

Which leaves us our third and final
victim, Tyrus DeMille.

The solution to which can be found in
the fact that there was a second,

different gun at play.

Gun B, if you will. Which I believe
belongs to you, Kenny.

And so, while you were about to murder
Tony Hurst on the dot of 10 .15, you

Jamie to follow Tyrus as he headed home.
And at that exact same time, at 10

.15... fire off a few rounds in his
general direction with gun B, but

killing him.

Somebody there?

I believe, Jamie, once Tyrus had fled,
you recovered the three bullets you'd

fired from gun B. And on the way back
from Tony Hurst's villa, you released

three rounds from gun A into the same
place, so that when we found them, there

would be a match for the bullets fired
into the first two victims.

I assume you agreed not to talk or
interact with each other when it was

not to raise any suspicion.

But it did mean you were each left with
the other's gun, and that's why we found

you still in possession of it, Mr
Barton, waiting to return it to Mr

But why shoot another person?

To confuse us, the police.

Were none of the victims or the suspects
having any apparent connection to Tyrus

DeMille? But that was the whole point,
wasn't it?

None of it was meant to make any sense
at any point.

At all. You just wanted to send us on a
merry dance.

Going round and round in circles
endlessly.

An unsolvable case.

And you know what?

I'll admit it.

It almost, very nearly, had me beat.

Well and truly.

Then I guess it was worth the try.

You can make your arrest.

He is annoying.

But he could be.

Well done, Inspector.

Thank you.

Sure.

Is something the matter?

Well, I just don't see why that was
entirely necessary.

I prefer to just write it up in the case
report.

We do that here as well.

Well, he's to his own, I suppose.

Officer Curtis, would you be so good as
to let Officer Myers and Tyreston know

they are free to go?

Okay, sir.

Come on.

Thanks for what you did today.

You made me daughter's Christmas.

No, you did.

With a little bit of help from the
puppy.

Go on.

Listen,

if the radio's still not working, tell
your auntie to bring down the arbor.

I thought it.

No receipt required.

I believe it when I see it.

Now go and spend some time with your
daughter.

Yes, sir.

Driver. Howdy.

How'd it go?

Anything to report?

Nope. Cool as ice.

Just like me.

So, here's the funny thing. There I was
with the inspector earlier today on the

hotel beach dealing with quite an
intense situation.

Oh. I measured the barrel of the gun,
sir.

It's a different caliber.

And what do you think I see?

I don't know, darling. What did you see?

Three men on a boat.

Who all... Very familiar to me.

One of them looked like your father.

One of them looked a bit like Tyrus.

And one of them looked like you, Dwayne
Myers.

So much so that I almost thought it was
you.

But then I remembered you were locked
away in the safe house, so it can't have

been. That's the strangest thing I've
ever heard in my life.

In fact, it's almost impossible to
believe.

Inspector. Commissioner.

Just thought I'd pop by.

Wanted to make sure you're positive you
won't join us for Christmas dinner.

Yeah, I'm positive.

I mean, thanks again, but I need to
finish this case report.

Sooner it's done, soon I'm out of here,
right?

Well, just to say there's no great rush
for you to leave.

Meaning? We are still in need of a
permanent D .I. here.

Me?

You're joking, right?

No.

No, right. Well, I'm surprised you think
that's a good idea, to be honest with

you. I thought you might be.

But I think you might make a good fit
here.

It's like you don't know me at all.

I know you feel this island doesn't
offer as much as it did when you

Is that a reason to leave?

Perhaps by getting to know St. Marie,
the island where your mother spent her

life, you might get to know a little of
her.

Okay. Look, I'm flattered and
everything, but it's just not an option.

I just want to get back to London ASAP.

I understand, Inspector.

Merry Christmas.

And to you, sir.

So what do you reckon?

We get back out to sea tomorrow?

Catch ourselves a few snapper. Sounds
like a good plan to me. Oh, and just to

let you know that we are going to be
having quite a few more days like that

ahead of us in the future.

Oh?

I've already told the commissioner.

I've officially told him that I'm going
to be handing my badge in.

I just realized that there are far more
important things I need to be doing in

my life right now.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

Come on, they're waiting.

Oh, here they come.

Here.

End time.

Thank you. So, where's this new
detective?

Melvin declined the offer of Christmas
dinner.

Oh, really?

Yeah, he's a bit like that.

Rude.

He just... Likes to do his own thing.

A little bird tells me that you're
hanging up your uniform.

You're spending more time with your
father.

Well, I couldn't do both things.

You know, I never thought I'd actually
say this, but... You are a good man,

Dwayne Myers.

So does this mean that the...

Absolutely not.

Merry Christmas, darling.

Shall we?

I think that's everyone.

We can't thank you enough for doing
this.

And the best still to come.

I've made a special rum cake for
dessert.

And I'm going to flambé it.

I think a toast is in order.

Merry Christmas.

To all of you, Merry Christmas!

So, what's it been like

working with the new boy?

Well, he's, um... Yeah, definitely
very... English.

Well, that's one way of putting it.

They're all the same, you know.

That's the truth.

Always so inscrutable.

I don't know what you mean.

Let a mystery in the latest installment
of Strike, the Ink Blackheart.

Corman and Robin find themselves
embroiled in a case that stretches them

their limit. Watch now.