All language subtitles for Death in Paradise S13E00 2023 Christmas Special

Yeah, well,
it's a bit of a work in progress

until we get the website mock-ups.

Of course. I can chase Jason...

...see where he's at with that.

Yes.

Um, is there anything else
you would like to cover?

No, I think that's everything.

Okay.

Then great, I guess I should start
packing my suitcase then.

You know, Debs,
we're really excited

you can make it out
for our Christmas party.

It's gonna be a blast.

No retreat!
No surrender!

I've got you.

Did you get the suitcases out?

Huh? Uh, no, I forgot.

I'll do it now.

What's the matter?

I don't feel so good, Deb.

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

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

My stomach's really acting up.

I knew you were gonna do this.

Do what?

You never wanted to come, did you?

Ever since we got invited,

you couldn't have been
less interested.

That's not true.

It's, it's a massive schlep

for just like
a couple of days, right?

Especially at Christmas.

It's gonna be bedlam
at the airport.

You're not ill,
you just can't be bothered.

Do you know what, Dave? Fine.

There is a Christmas party
in the Caribbean

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

♪ Bah! Humbug!
Now that's too strong ♪

♪ 'Cause it is
My favourite holiday ♪

♪ But all this year's
Been a busy blur ♪

♪ Don't think I have the energy
To add to my all ready mad rush ♪

♪ Just 'cause
It's 'tis the season ♪

♪ The perfect gift
For me would be... ♪

Merry Christmas!

♪ Ski shop encounter
Most interesting ♪

♪ Had his number
But never the time ♪

♪ Most of '81
Passed along those lines ♪

♪ So deck those halls
Trim those trees ♪

♪ Raise up
Cups of Christmas cheer ♪

♪ I just need to catch my breath ♪

♪ Christmas by myself this year ♪

♪ Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Couldn't miss this one
This year ♪

♪ Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Couldn't miss this one
This year ♪

♪ Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Couldn't miss this one
This year ♪

♪ Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas ♪

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

- Hiya. You're Debbie, yeah?
- Mm.

I'm Riley.

I'm interning for Mr Stableforth,

which sounds well posh,
but it ain't

'cause he's really
just Uncle Gerry to me.

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

one of them nepo babies
but I'm so not.

It's lovely to meet you, Riley.

I'll show you to your room.

Oh, and you haven't
got long to unpack

'cause we're having lunch
on the terrace at 1:00.

How are you with fish?

Chef's making snapper.

There we go.

Let's get this party started.

Absolute Christmas cracker.

Oh.

May I say, Bell,
how lovely you look?

Ah, thank you!

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

Instead of a normal Christmas tree.

Apparently, there's a hotel
in New York spent 10,000 dollars

on one of these.

- Shut up!
- Mm-hmm.

What, you don't think
it's worth it?

- Here she is!
- Oh, don't listen to me, darling.

I don't know
what I'm talking about,

at least not when it's art.

My agent reckons I could have
squeezed double for that.

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

- Come here.
- Thanks, Dad.

Merry Christmas.

Can I get a photo of my two ladies?

- Yeah.
- Lovely.

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

Such a shame
your fiancé couldn't make it up.

- Mm-hmm.
- Poor guy, stuck at home.

Yeah, I'm really sorry about that,

especially after you paid
for the flights and everything.

You made the right choice though.

You don't wanna be trapped
on a plane with him

when it's coming out both ends,
do you?

Right, then.

Introductions.

Mum, Dad, come meet Debbie.

Oh!

This is our digital marketing guru.

Hello, darling. I'm Bella.

It's lovely to meet you, Bella.

- Hello, Debs.
- Gerry! Hi.

Mariana. We spoke briefly.

Mwah, mwah.

Really nice to meet you in person.

Oh, this is just a little, um,
yeah, it's just homemade jam.

Oh, really?

- How lovely.
- How nice.

Get that down you, Deb.
Help with the jetlag.

Thanks, Gerry. I need it.

Sir, the food is ready.

Well, I think, uh,
old André over there says

it's time
for red snappers and chips.

Let's go eat.

Let's go do this.

Merry Christmas!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You... you made it then.
- Yeah.

I'm, uh,
I'm sorry about not coming.

Let's talk about this
when I get back.

How do you mean, "talk"?

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

Me and you.

We're on totally different pages.

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

you know, if... if we try.

I'm shattered, Dave.
I didn't sleep on the plane.

I just want an early night.

Yeah, sure.

This is wrong.

Can't you see? This is plain wrong!

I'm disappointed.

Oh.

You heard that too?

Hello?

Is everything all right?

- Hello?
- Where is everyone?

Is everyone all right?

This is ridiculous.
Where did it come from?

We both heard it, didn't we?

A scream.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God.

Oh, my goodness, no!

What is it?

Oh, my God, no. Please, Dad. Dad!

Dad!

We need to call for an ambulance.

What's happened?

It's Gerry.
It looks like he's fallen.

Gerry!

There's no signal.

I'll head back.
You two go and check on Dad.

Uncle Gerry?

Gerry?

Oh, my goodness.

He's still alive.

Gerry, are you all right?

Can you... can you hear us?

It's...

...behind you.

What?

What?

I don't understand.

Uncle Gerry?

Uncle Gerry?

Uncle Gerry?

I feel honoured
to have been entrusted

by our mayor
to turn on the lights this year

on the Honoré Town Christmas tree.

And I would like
to thank the children

from the local primary school...

- Okay, Mum. I don't, no.
- ...for doing such a wonderful job

making the decorations.

Daloris, have you come
to see the lights turned on?

No, I'm just passing through.

I've got an appointment
at the hospital.

At this time?

Are you sure
about that, sweetheart?

Yes, of course.

Look, I think

you've made a mistake.

It's 9:30 in the morning.

It's tomorrow.

How did I manage that?

Join me in counting down
from ten, nine...

Okay, Mum, yeah,
just text me if there's any delay,

otherwise, I'll just see you
at the airport.

Hey, get away from that.

Mum, I've got to go.

One.

The policeman unplugged!

Look!

Neville?

Yes?

What are you doing?

Uh, well, I... It wasn't...

Plug it back in.

Yeah, sure.

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

Get on with it, Inspector!

Yes, sir.

I just wanted to say
congratulations, sir.

That was beautifully handled.

- No, no...
- Divert from the station.

I'd better to take this.

- Well?
- But...

Thank you, Inspector,

for ruining what was supposed to be
one of the highlights of my year.

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

- I, I didn't...
- He was so looking forward to it.

Neville!

Catherine, I, I, I, I...

Guys, the paramedics.

Got an accidental death
up in the hills.

Oh, no.

Commissioner?

Victim is Gerard Stableforth,

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

Witnesses heard a scream,
came to investigate

and found him lying down there.

The family assume
it was an accident.

There's no suggestion of suicide?

No note was left.

And apparently,
he was in good spirits at lunch.

The paramedics believe
the number of broken bones

is consistent
with a fall from that height.

The wife says that they'd had
a long boozy lunch

in the afternoon.

So... maybe
he just wasn't clearheaded.

If it was sunset, getting dark...

If we're looking at
accidental death,

this is gonna be one
for the coroner.

Inspector, Commissioner.

There's something
I think you should hear.

Riley here is the victim's niece.

When she and another witness
found Mr Stableforth,

he was still alive.

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

When we found Uncle Gerry,
he could hardly breathe,

but he did manage a few words.

What did he say?

Looked straight at Debbie
and says...

It's...

...behind you.

What?

"It's behind you."

"It's behind you"?

And then what?

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

We both looked behind us
and there was nothing there.

When we turned back,
he'd... passed on.

Any idea what he might have meant,

"It's behind you"?

But it felt like
it really mattered,

if you know what I mean,
like he needed to say it.

And this other witness,
Debbie, where is she?

Back at the villa, I guess.

Long night, eh, sir?

Inspector, Commissioner.

We've got a situation occurring.

One of the witnesses,

uh, Debbie Clumson,
I can't seem to find her.

I've checked the house
and the grounds

but there's no sign.

Everything is still in her room,
clothes, mobile phone, passport.

Maybe she went for a walk,
get some air.

It's been a fraught night
by all accounts.

Except it seems

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

This is getting mega freaky now.

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

both of which are covered
by security cameras.

This is in front of the house

from eight o'clock last night.

That's when we arrived,
up until a few minutes ago.

No sign of Miss Clumson leaving.

And the other camera?

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

Again, from last night
up until this morning,

no sign of our missing person.

All it shows is the paramedics.

But no Debbie Clumson?

No Debbie Clumson.

So then that must mean

she's still here
at the villa somewhere.

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

of the villa
and surrounding grounds.

Mm.

There's something not right
about this, sir.

Man falls to his death

and the very last person
he spoke to

disappears shortly after.

It can't just be a coincidence.

Makes me wonder if there's more
to Gerard Stableforth's death

than we first thought.

Someone wanted him dead, you mean?

If it really was just an accident
and nothing more,

why has one of our key witnesses
gone missing?

So, currently,
our last sighting of Debbie Clumson

is around just after eight o'clock
last night,

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

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

Did anyone see her after that?

I haven't seen Debbie
since we finished lunch.

Sweetheart?

No.

Mr Stableforth?

I believe Miss Clumson
told Riley that you and her

had headed down
to the ravine together.

Yes.

Uh...

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

You heard that too?

We went down to the ravine,
saw what had happened,

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

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

To part-ay.

Sorry?

To party.

We were supposed to be having a bit

of a Christmas bash here tonight
for a few business associates,

celebrate the launch
of a new product.

We're gonna need
to phone around and cancel.

Let them know the news.

- Oh, Mum.
- Hey, hey.

Look, I know
this is a difficult time,

but just to be clear,

no one has laid eyes
on Debbie Clumson

since she left the ravine...

over eight hours ago?

I, I... I don't understand.

How do you mean, missing?

Um.

Uh, the last time
your fiancée was seen

was at approximately

just after eight o'clock
last night.

No one knows where she is,
or what happened to her.

Mr Chadwick,
are you aware of anything

in regard to Debbie's dealings
with the Stableforth family

that might explain
what happened to her?

Um, nothing.

They were just her clients,
you know.

It was just a...
It was just a gig, you know.

Okay, um...

Well, if anything occurs,
please let us know,

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

Hold on, love.

I'm coming for you.

Yeah, the guy's still here.

Something tells me
it won't be for long.

Looks like he's heading your way.

All right, thank you.

Yes, I appreciate
you talking with me.

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

as a possible murder, sir.

There was a lot more going on
the day he died

- than the family told us.
- Go on.

So I charged
the victim's phone last night

and saw there was one number
he called 13 times the same day.

His lawyer.

What were the calls about?

Gerald Stableforth's company,
Hit Man Fashions,

has been in financial difficulty
for some time.

- How bad?
- Four million dollars in the red.

Yeah.

The night he fell to his death,
Mr Stableforth had decided

to declare bankruptcy,
but according to his lawyer,

Benjamin Stableforth
was very much against it.

He attempted

a corporate takeover bid
to stop it happening,

get the company
under his own control,

but... it failed.

We need to talk
to Benjamin Stableforth ASAP.

Mr Chadwick?

Mr Chadwick, I'm DI Neville Parker.

Welcome to Saint Marie.
This is DS Naomi Thomas.

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

Any news on Deb?

No, sorry, no developments,
but I'll update you fully

when we get to the hotel.

Yeah, yeah, let's get there.

Uh, well, actually,
there is one other person

we're waiting to pick up.

To do with the case?

No, not as such.
It's actually, uh...

There he is!

My favourite son!

- It's my mum.
- Your mum?

Yeah, well, she was due to fly in
for Christmas, so...

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

- Yeah, hi, Mum. Hello.
- Oh!

- That feels good!
- Yeah.

Oh!

And this must be Naomi,

- am I right?
- Yup.

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

Oh, you too, sweetheart.

Neville didn't tell me
how beautiful you are.

Oh. Oh, we're hugging as well.

And who do we have here?

Um...

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

Oh!

My fiancée's gone missing.

Oh. Oh, Dave...

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

- Not doing too well, actually.
- Oh, you poor love.

I reckon you need a hug
more than anyone,

an extra big one.

Come on. Oh.

- Thank you, Mrs Parker.
- Melanie, please.

Okay. Come on, Mum.

- Come on, Dave.
- Dave.

So we've leafleted the island

with these missing person fliers,

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

so we're pulling out all the stops.

Right, and, uh,
you know, what can I do?

In terms of what?

In terms of getting stuck in
looking for Deb, you know.

One more body's
only gonna help, right?

Truthfully, Dave,
the best thing you can do

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

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

All right?

Um, Dave Chadwick, checking in.

Um, excuse me.

I'm gonna need to do
some photocopying.

Um, quite a lot, actually.

Okay.

So, this is your bed here.

I'm in the second bedroom
round the back.

Uh. This is the bathroom.

There is the, well, the beach.

Uh, Wi-Fi is intermittent at best.

Oh, and there is a lizard
called Harry who may

- or may not come and say hello.
- Oh.

I love it, Nev.

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

Have you not put your decs up yet?

Oh, no, I've got to go
and interview a suspect, Mum.

Oh.

- Yes, Marlon?
- Oh.

I'm on my way.

Oh!

Hello, love.

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

Hi, hello, uh,
can I give you one of these?

Have you seen her at all?

Hi there.
Hi, have you seen her at all?

Oh, hi, do you recognise her?

It was Darlene who found it, sir,

just on the ground over there.

The clasp is broken,

like it maybe got ripped off
or something.

But also...

There are
some small specks of blood on it.

Okay, let's get this
over to the lab.

And check with Dave Chadwick
if this is definitely

- his fiancée's bracelet.
- Okay, sir.

Well, it's definitely hers.

Oh, man, not her again.

Sir, she has been
following us around

all day, yabbering on.

You're sure it's hers, honey?

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

We appreciate the help, Miss Biggs,

but this is a confidential
police investigation.

Oh, right.

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

- I was saying to Marlon...
- Officer Pryce.

...I'm a big crime buff.

Cop shows, that kind of thing.
I binge 'em nonstop.

That's great, Riley,

but, uh, you're gonna have to
keep your distance

from this investigation, okay?

Catch you later, Marlon.

Why would she say that?

You wanna take this to the lab?

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

If that is
Debbie Clumson's bracelet,

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

No.

And you haven't found anything else

that might explain
what happened to her?

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

Then where the hell is she?

Oh, hi, have you,
um, seen this woman?

Hi, excuse me.

Have you seen...
Do you recognise that face?

All right, thanks for your time.

Why have I
never done this before, Catherine?

All those Christmases
I've spent back in England,

and I've been missing all of this!

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

You too.

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

I just wanna say thank you.

I know how much you've done
for Neville,

keeping an eye on him.

You don't need to thank me.

He's become
a good friend of us all.

How's he been recently, you know,
after everything that's happened?

It still plays on his mind,
I think.

I've noticed
he's been a bit distant

on the phone sometimes.

He was never going
to get over it quickly,

not something like that.

I know, I know.

Look, I'm not gonna waste your time

and pretend
there weren't hostilities

between me and Dad
the day that he died.

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

because we know
what you tried to do.

I admit I thought
Dad trying to liquidate the company

was a catastrophic mistake.

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

Why?

Because we would
have lost everything.

Our business properties, our homes,

they'd all have to be sold.

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

But according to Mr Stableforth's

legal and accounting teams,
bankruptcy was inevitable.

Well, I respectfully disagree.

So what was your plan
to deal with the situation?

Over the last year,

we've been developing
a new product line,

branching out from clothes...

into this.

Attack stain remover.

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

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

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

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

we could get ourselves
out of the red.

Look, it's all there.

Business plans,
financial projections.

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

Well, we appreciate
the cooperation, Mr Stableforth,

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

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

Hit Man Fashions
is still an active company.

And your new business venture
lives to fight another day.

You still think Dad was murdered?

It wasn't just a tragic accident?

We're very much not ruling it out.

Well then, let me assure you
I would not kill my own father

just to take control
of the family business.

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

Tell me, what plans do you have
while you're here?

Well, you know,
paint the town red, Catherine.

And blue, and green.

Well, the Commissioner, Selwyn,

is having
a Christmas Eve drinks party.

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

Ooh!

And tomorrow, we're having
a Christmas carnival parade

here in Honoré.

I like the sound of that.

Eh, hang about.

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

Oh, goodness, he's caught the sun.

Hiya, Dave.

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

Oh, I'm fine, Melanie.

I've just...

I've just been handing out
these flyers all day

and in the heat, it's just a bit...

I'll get him a glass of water.

Come and sit down a minute.

Thanks, Catherine.

Thank you.

So...

...no sign of her yet then?

No, not yet.

But you know, it's...
it's early days still, right?

Looks like I timed this just right.

You knocking off?

Hi, Mum.

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

Oh, don't worry yourself.

Catherine's been looking
after me royally.

Are you tipsy?

Only the tiniest smidge.

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

Eh, do you fancy driving us home?

I've got a surprise
waiting for you.

Come on then. Mum!

I just had a couple of tea punches.

- Tea punches?
- Yeah, they're tiny.

They're very strong, Mum.

What are they?
They're rum? It's rum.

They're rum, yeah.
It's pure rum.

Mum, on a scale of one to ten,

how worried should I be?

Oh, at least a nine.

- Right.
- Oh.

Just a couple of steps now.

And... open your eyes.

When did you do all this?

This afternoon,
with a little help from Catherine.

That's amazing, Mum.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, and she left us
some Caribbean cream punch.

Can't let that go to waste.

Sure.

Mum, I'm sorry
I'm not gonna see much of you

these next few days,
what with the case.

Don't be daft.

When duty calls.

Anyway, my diary
is all ready fully booked.

Catherine is taking me
to the carnival tomorrow,

and she's organised us dates.

Couple of hunky Frenchmen.

Ooh la la!

Why am I not surprised?

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

not your old mother.

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

after everything.

Sophie?

Not really talked about that much
since it happened.

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

Isn't there?

Catherine reckons
it still plays on your mind.

Yeah, maybe, a bit.

But you know...

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

Of course.

Cheers, love.

Cheers, Mum.

I wanna see you.

I missed you so much.

Missed you too.
Everything okay?

Yeah. Is everything good?

Yeah, everything is good.

Oh, sorry.

- Inspector. Over here.
- Sir.

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

by the fountain.

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

but I nonetheless wanted
to check in on the case.

Of course, sir.

Uh, looks like
it's coming together nicely.

I'm looking forward to attending.

You're still planning
on coming then?

I am, sir, yes.

You did invite me.

Try not to embarrass yourself.

There will be a number
of local dignitaries attending.

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

I'll do my best, sir.

Actually, sir,
I, I should just say...

that wasn't my fault,
there were these two young guys...

Yes, yes, yes...

So, the post-mortem is in
and it confirms what we suspected.

The victim died
due to injuries sustained

during a fall.

Nothing to suggest foul play.

Hmm. No bruising or finger marks
indicating he was pushed?

No, but that doesn't mean
that he wasn't.

I still think
in light of Debbie Clumson's

subsequent disappearance,
we can't rule out the possibility

that Gerald Stableforth
was murdered.

But if the physical evidence
points solely to his death

being an accident,

you're going to have
a hell of a task

proving it was murder.

Yeah. Oh

Oh. It's Naomi, sir.

Naomi, what have you got?

You've been here all night then?

Mm-hmm, but don't worry,
I'm feeling wide awake

and raring to go.

Plus, it was totally worth it.

Okay, what have you got?

So... I saw this guy
arrive last night.

He's Mariana Stableforth's fiancé.

They're recently engaged.

But there was just something off
about him.

Alarm bells start ringing?

I found his name
on Mariana's social media.

Callen Shaw.

Originally from Australia,
but seems to have a presence

on the London art scene,

which I assume
is how they both met.

What makes you say that?

Well, Mariana graduated
from art college two years ago

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

Her father's been bankrolling her
ever since.

So what's the score
with the boyfriend?

He has form, sir, with a capital F.

Embezzlement, theft, forgery,

all around the UK art underworld.

I put a call
into the UK fraud department

to see
if there was any further intel,

and it turns out

Gerry Stableforth
was feeding them information

about Callen
and his criminal activities.

He was informing
on his own daughter's boyfriend?

According to the detective
I spoke with, Gerry hated Callen,

wanted him nowhere near Mariana.

So he'd hired
a private investigator

to dig up whatever dirt he could.

Gerry was desperate
to put Callen away.

- Good work.
- Ah!

♪ I want to go home ♪

♪ I want to go home ♪

Your photocopying.

Oh, thank you.

Much obliged.

♪ If you see my mother ♪

♪ My dear sister
And brother, yeah ♪

♪ Tell Lord
Oh, I want to go home ♪

Callen's not a bad man.

Not really.

He's done
some quite bad things though.

Don't know how much
you know about his past.

Everything.

I know everything.

And I'm sure
you'll judge me for that

but I don't care.

I love him.

What else matters?

We've spoken
with the private investigator

your father hired.

He said
you've all ready contacted him,

after Mr Stableforth's death.

Told us
how you've already paid him off.

It was precautionary, nothing more.

Timely though,

considering he was about to deliver
evidence on your fiancé

that would most likely
see him put in prison.

Your father
would have made sure of it.

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

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

but I swear I didn't know how close
he and his PI had got to...

To destroying
your and your fiancé's lives.

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

what about Callen?

Did he know?

No. Of course not. How could he?

Ah, Mr Shaw.
DI Parker, DS Thomas.

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

I did.

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

I think you just did.

Flew in from London.

And what were you doing in London?

This and that.

We're just trying to establish
where you were

at the time
of Gerry Stableforth's death.

I see.

Well, now you know.

By the way, I'm not sure
if Mariana mentioned,

but you should know now,

if poor old Gerry
was pushed into that ravine,

which I personally doubt,

there's no way
it could have been Mariana

who did it.

Why's that?

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

- How was your day?
- Yeah, it was good.

We, um, had a barbecue
and Debbie arrived and...

Did you hear that?

- What?
- A scream.

It was probably
just an animal or something, babe.

Don't worry about it.

See you round, DI Parker.

Well, he seems like a nice chap.

Let's check
with both their service providers

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

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

Sir.

The lab have emailed.

The traces of blood
on the bracelet we found

have been confirmed
as Miss Clumson's.

Dave.

It's DI Parker.

Where are you right now?

Thanks for running me home
to change, sir.

Oh, Neville, Neville!

Over here!

Excuse me.
Sorry, sorry.

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

Not come for the carnival,
have you?

I can get you both cocktails.

Oh, sorry, Mrs Parker,
but we're here for work.

- Oh.
- You're having fun then?

I'm having the time of my life.

Ah, don't wait up tonight.

Catherine and me
are going Bachata dancing.

Yes, with my favourite dancers,
Claude and Jean-Paul.

Yoo-hoo!

Mum, are they dates?

Just... behave yourself, will you?

I will do no such thing.

If you can't be naughty
on your holidays

then when can you?
Am I right, Catherine?

Of course.

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

I find their accents very alluring.

It renders me quite helpless.

Sorry about that.

Oh, no need
to apologise, Inspector.

Your mum is cool.

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

It's amazing.

You know, truthfully...
she's had more dates

on this island in 24 hours
than I've had in...

two years.

It's just all so effortless.
It's enviable, really.

Oh, there's Dave. Dave!

Dave.

Dave.

Hey, let's go somewhere
and talk privately.

Dave, you really need
to use some suntan lotion.

That doesn't look healthy.

Come on.

If Deb's blood is on it,
how do you think it got there?

Well, we don't know, and...

while there may be
a more innocent explanation,

it does seem to suggest

that something happened to Debbie
the night she went missing.

Somebody hurt her, you mean?

- Deb...
- We're sorry

we didn't have better news.

Look, we need to get back
to the investigation,

but why don't you just take a rest,
head back to the hotel.

We'll be in touch, okay?

Come on, Dave.

No retreat. No surrender.

Merci.

Merci.

I know this woman.

I'm sure I do.

Two days ago, Debbie Clumson
seemingly vanished into thin air,

not 20 minutes
after Gerald Stableforth had,

I believe,
been pushed to his death.

There has to be a connection
between the two, Naomi,

but what is it?

It must have something
to do with what the victim said

to Miss Clumson
just before he died,

- "It's behind you."
- Possibly.

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

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

But what could he have meant by it?

"It's behind you."

Saint Marie Police,
Officer Pryce speaking.

Good afternoon, Ma...

Officer Pryce.

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

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

Who? I don't know any Riley.

I recognise your voice, okay?

I've heard it so much
the last couple of days,

how could I not?

I didn't think you'd know

it was me.

I put a piece of cloth
over the mouthpiece

to disguise my voice.

That's not a real thing, all right?

They only do that in the movies.

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

So?

Come on, what do you want?

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

Why not?

Riley, are you calling
to pass on some information?

Something that might be of use
to the case?

Maybe.

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

especially not Auntie Bella.

Is that who this is about?

Promise, Marlon.

I promise.

Okay?

The evening Uncle Gerry was killed,

in fact not long
before it happened,

I saw Bella, angry with him.

Like, seriously angry.

Look, they're our children, Gerry,
and you're gonna ruin their lives.

I don't know
what she was referring to,

but she loves those kids so much.

Too much.

She'd do anything for them.

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

Could be.

She looked so angry.

But the last thing
I heard her say that night was...

I will do everything
and anything I can

to stop you from destroying them.

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

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

There's already been one murder.

I don't wanna be
murder victim number two.

He was a good man, Marlon.

Uncle Gerry.

He did so much to help me.

That family...

they was horrible to him.

The lot of them.

He didn't deserve to die.

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

We're not at liberty
to disclose that.

Silly girl.
She can't keep her beak out.

You don't deny it then,
that you confronted your husband

the evening he fell to his death?

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

that one of us lot killed him?

Increasingly so.

Gerry and I were married
for over 30 years.

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

he'd have been dead
a long time ago.

So what were you referring to
when you said he was going to ruin

Benjamin and Mariana's lives?

Inspector,

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

You know what Gerry was planning.

Benjamin's business, you mean?

Trying to get Callen put in prison.

Everything that mattered
to those kids,

he wanted to take away.

I mean,
what sort of parent does that?

He should have just let them be,
let them have their happiness.

And when you said
you'd do everything

to stop him destroying them,
did you mean that?

That instinct we have as mothers
to protect our children,

it can be overwhelming sometimes.

But it wasn't me that murdered him,
and I can prove it.

How?

After we argued, I was upset.

I... needed some air,
so I went outside.

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

He... offered me a cigarette.

That was the exact same time...

...Gerry...

well, you know.

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

so we can confirm
what you're saying.

Of course. Here.

I really do think
it's time you left me

and my family alone now.

Don't you?

Not one of us is guilty of murder.

Here.

And you're sure of the time?

All right, André,
thanks for talking with me.

So, all of our suspects
have alibis.

Bella Stableforth
was outside the front of the house

talking to the chef.

Benjamin was inside
the house in his bedroom.

Mariana was on a video call
with her boyfriend Callen,

who... wasn't even in the country.

Have we had that verified yet?

Immigration confirmed
that Callum Shaw

flew to London a week ago

and returned the day
after Gerald Stableforth's death.

So, none of them
could have done it.

Well...

one of them could.

Riley Biggs.

She claims she heard a scream
from inside the villa,

but... no one can vouch for her.

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

Left school at 16,
worked a few different jobs

until interning for her uncle.

Nothing close to a motive.

So, to sum up...

four of our suspects
had strong motives

but were nowhere near the ravine

at the time
of Gerald Stableforth's death.

The only one person
who could have done it

has no motive whatsoever.

And none of which explains
why Debbie Clumson disappeared

shortly after
the murder took place,

nor, for that matter,

where she is now.

Couldn't really get much worse,
could it?

Hi, Mum.

Everything all right?

Uh...

I don't believe it.

It were at the carnival.

He just suddenly
keeled over, collapsed.

They reckon it's severe heatstroke.

For the love of...

Doctor said
he just needs rehydrating

and some corticosteroids
for the sunburn.

I told him to go back to the hotel.

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

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

he's just... in love.

- Well, more fool him.
- Hey.

You don't mean that, Nev.

Uh, DI Parker...

Is there any more news on Deb?

Uh, no, Dave. Um, not yet.

Sorry. I'd better get back to it.

I've made a right hash of things.

No, Dave,
you couldn't have done more

since your Debbie went missing.

I kind of meant...
before all that.

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

I think she was thinking
of ending it with me.

Why?

I could be a bit crap, you know.

Lazy.

Not thinking about what Deb wants.

I know, I know
I should try harder than I do,

and now because of me
being a useless lummox,

all this has happened.

None of this is your fault, Dave.

Yes, it is.

If I'd just come out here
the way Deb had wanted me to,

I would have been there
that night, you know,

and she wouldn't have been...

where... wherever the hell she...

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

Just don't let it
happen again, yeah?

But you need to know,
and I say this to you

without a shred of doubt...

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

and bring her home safely...

it's my son.

Uh, can I help you, madam?

It's Darlene I've come to see.

Oh, um, this way.

Darlene.

Daloris, what are you doing here?
Is everything okay?

I know this person, Darlene.

Are you sure about that?

So, how do you know Debbie Clumson?

Uh, I didn't know
that was her name, but...

Right, but you've met her?

I'm sure I have.

I know I have,

but I can't rightly recall
where it was.

Daloris has been diagnosed
with dementia,

so she sometimes has to work
a little harder to remember.

Daloris, this is
our phone number here.

If you remember anything else,

please just call
straightaway, okay?

"It's behind you."

I'm sorry?

"It's behind you."

Uh, why do you say that, Daloris?

I think
that's what I heard her say.

I'm... I'm sure of it.

"It's behind you."

Yes, this is
what I heard her keep saying.

But nothing more than that?

Inspector, why don't I
take Daloris home,

where she can relax
without us staring at her,

see if she remembers any more.

Yeah, good idea, Darlene.

Thanks, Daloris.

That can't be a coincidence.

Daloris and Debbie
must have interacted at some point.

Yeah.

Which means Debbie Clumson

is still definitely
out there somewhere.

Psst!

Sarge!

Wake up!

You know you work too hard?

Here, my sister made
some Christmas bonbons.

Reckon you need
a bit of a sugar hit.

It's been two nights in a row

I haven't been to bed, Marlon.

I don't know if I can keep going.

Come on, Sarge.

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

Oh, I'm shattered.

I've been at the hospital
all night.

How is he?

Worried about his fiancée.

- Room for a little one?
- Yeah.

That's the thing
when you love someone,

you can't help but worry.

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

Talk to me, Nev.

Why does everyone's love life
seem so easy,

and it's always such a struggle
for me?

Don't think
Dave's finding it easy right now.

I know, and I wouldn't wish
what he's going through on anyone,

but... it's real, isn't it?

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

Whenever I meet someone,
it always seems so fleeting,

just... like it's never
really meant to last.

I get it, Nev.

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

Things not working out
with Florence,

and then... her, Sophie.

I mean, there's being unlucky
in love, but...

it just feels like I'm cursed.

And I know you mean well
telling me to go out there

and find someone, but...

maybe it's just not meant
to happen.

Maybe I need to just accept that.

Don't say that, Nev.

Everybody deserves
to be with someone.

I really need
to crack on with this.

Not writing a pantomime, are you?

- What?
- "It's behind you."

I remember
you and Izzie shouting that out

at the... at the Palace
in Manchester, years ago now.

Mum, you're a genius.

- Hey, guys.
- Thanks, Marlon.

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

What is, sir?

That phrase, "It's behind you."

How do you mean, Inspector?

Well, it's an old pantomime saying.

Does that have any bearing
on our case?

I think maybe...

I think maybe
that's how Debbie Clumson

was able to disappear...
without being seen.

It was by hiding in plain sight.

Because the fact
of the matter is...

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

and if that's what happened,

there's only one place
she could have gone.

Inspector?

Uh, Darlene, can you find out

if Daloris had
a hospital visit recently?

I know she did.

A 9:30 appointment the morning
after Gerald Stableforth's death.

Of course! Uh...

Is there anything to suggest
that Debbie Clumson

was at Daloris' house?

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

We were just talking,
and Daloris seems to think

that Debbie might have been
staying here with her,

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

If she was here... she's gone now.

She left.

If I'm right about this,
then Debbie Clumson

is about to rematerialize
any minute now.

And you know where, sir?

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

and we've had no word
from the hospital, that suggests

there's really only one place
she could possibly be.

- And where's that, Inspector?
- Back where it all started.

O. M. G.

She's just... there, see?

Hi, Debbie.
Uh, I'm DI Neville Parker.

DS Naomi Thomas.

I wondered if you'd turn up.

I know
we haven't met before, but um,

please believe me when I say...

it's really good to see you.

I'm so sorry if I caused a fuss.

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

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

Um... do you think
you're up to telling us

what's gone on the last few days?

Where would you like me to start?

At the beginning, please,
the evening you found

Gerry Stableforth's body
at the bottom of the ravine.

The last person to see you
was Riley.

You left her to go
and check on the ambulance?

Yes, um...

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

I was heading back
to the villa, um,

when I noticed
something here on the bench.

It was, uh, a document folder.

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

arguing with someone,
and he was waving something similar

not long before we found him.

Do you know who he was with?

So, uh, I came over to have a look.

I picked it up, looked inside.

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

But when I came around...

...I couldn't remember anything,

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

All I knew was that I felt scared

and that someone...
had tried to hurt me.

So what did you do?

I saw blue flashing lights
in the distance.

I thought
maybe it was a police car,

so I went over to go and see...

and everyone was just stood around,

and I knew
that someone there had hurt me.

I felt scared. I wasn't safe.

I knew I had to get away.

So you crept into the ambulance
and hid there?

And you stayed there
while it drove to the hospital...

and then you got out?

I didn't know what to do.

It... It was so busy.
There were so many people there.

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

before I spoke to anyone.

I mean, I felt so stupid.

I couldn't even remember
my own name.

And that's where you met Daloris?

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

she saw me
and I guess she could see

that there was something up.

I was just sat there,
and I told her,

"I don't know who I am,"
and... bless her,

she said she knew how I felt.

The same thing
happened to her sometimes.

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

until your memory came back?

And you've stayed there since then,
trying to remember?

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

I guess,
because of the head injury.

And when I was awake,

all I could hear
going around in my head

was this voice saying...

"It's behind you."

I... I didn't know what that meant.

And then yesterday evening,
I was in the bathroom...

and the first proper memory
came back to me.

I was here.

I'd found the document folder,
and I... I remembered the villa,

and that I was here for work,
and I just thought

if I could find
my way back here, then...

maybe I would be able
to remember the rest.

So that's what you did.

You came back here.

And the folder
that you found on the bench,

what was inside it?

Papers, uh, documents.
I only saw the top few.

And then
there were all these photographs.

Photographs of what?

Of me.

So, congratulations, all of you.

You found our missing person.

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

Although at least we are now
in possession of some information

we didn't previously have.

As well as Gerald Stableforth

being pushed over the ravine
that evening,

someone also attacked
Debbie Clumson.

Was it the same person?

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

of the folder Debbie found.

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

It might explain
why Gerry Stableforth was murdered.

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

Debbie said
Gerry was arguing with someone

shortly before he was killed.

And then
she discovered the very same folder

Gerry had been waving around
during the argument.

That folder must be the key
to solving this case.

If only we had it.

We should search
the villa one last time.

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

Mm.

Let's do it!

Are you done, Inspector?

Can we have our home back now,
or is there somewhere else

you want to poke your nose?

Actually, Mrs Stableforth...

there is one place
we haven't looked yet.

What are you doing?

Be careful, that's valuable!

"It's behind you."

It's...

...behind you.

Immigration confirm
that Callen Shaw

flew to London a week ago

and returned the day
after Gerald Stableforth's death.

Well, Mariana graduated
from art college two years ago

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

Her father's been bankrolling her
ever since.

Is this a joke or what?

I'd seen Gerry
arguing with someone,

and he was waving
something similar.

...Dad trying
to liquidate the company

was a catastrophic mistake.

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

Four million dollars in the red.

I will do everything
and anything I can

to stop you from destroying them.

Not one of us is guilty of murder.

"It's behind you."

Marlon, Darlene,

I need you to collect
all the suspects' mobile phones.

Contact the lab
and see if they can get

a technician
over here straightaway.

Coming right up, sir.

Naomi, I need you
to contact the local sorting office

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

I'm on my way.

Commissioner,
if you would be so good,

we need to contact
the UK constabulary in Woking.

Leave it with me.

Inspector.

You can definitely prove

Gerald Stableforth was murdered?

You have the evidence?

I believe I do, sir.

- Riley Biggs.
- Sir?

How do you fancy helping me out?

- What, seriously?
- Yeah.

I just need you
to head down to the ravine,

and when you get there,
just... scream.

- Scream?
- Scream your heart out.

Thank you all for bearing with us.

I, uh, think
we're about ready to start.

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

Gerald Stableforth died
that fateful day

because he uncovered a secret.

A criminal act taking place
right under his nose

and it was his desire
to do the right thing,

to stop that from continuing,
that led to him being murdered.

What criminal act?

Theft.

Perpetrated on an innocent victim,
Debbie Clumson.

These screen grabs of Debbie

taken during a video call,
show her sitting at home

in her dining room.

But as these enhanced photos show,

it was what was sitting behind her

that was more interesting
to whoever took them,

specifically... this vase.

Now, according to other documents
in this folder,

this isn't just some cheap
reproduction ornament.

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

Ming Dynasty original.

It's worth
close to six million dollars

which is roundabout

the kind of money
that this family could do with

to help them out
of the financial black hole

they find themselves in.

Mariana, you're the artist.

You spent three years
studying the subject...

which is why I assume
it was you that first noticed

the valuable antique
in Debbie's video calls.

Then, after you'd done
some research,

I think you,
and Benjamin, and Callen

came up with a plan to steal
a six-million-dollar vase

from an unwitting victim.

You invited Debbie and her fiancé
out here to the Caribbean

for your Christmas party,

thus ensuring
that the house would be empty

so that Callen
could then travel to the UK.

At the same time,
break into the property

and steal the vase.

I've already liaised
with the police

in Miss Clumson's hometown,
and they accessed the property.

There was
no initial signs of a break-in,

but closer inspection

suggested that the back door lock
had been picked.

Hmm.

They emailed a photograph they took

showing the vase

apparently still in place
on the sideboard.

And yet,
the same object also appeared

to have made its way here
to Saint Marie.

Now...

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

and I think it's safe to assume

that the one that was left
back in Woking is the fake,

and this one right here
is the original.

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

which I'm sure...

we'll be able to match
with yours, Mr Shaw.

And we'll be doing the same
with this vase

and the crate it travelled in.

Fine.

Do what you want.

Which brings us to the evening

of Gerald Stableforth's death,

and the sequence of events
that led to its occurrence.

This folder.

The fact that Debbie Clumson
found this folder

after she'd seen
Gerald waving it around

during an argument
suggests to me...

that he had uncovered
the intended scam.

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

realised what his two children
were plotting,

and threatened to come clean
to Debbie.

We believe
that's what the argument was about.

He confronted Benjamin and Mariana

and told them what he'd uncovered,

and his desire
to be honest with Debbie,

not only risking
potentially both your arrests,

but also denying you
the six million dollars you needed

to restore your family's wealth.

All through this case,
we've assumed

that Gerald was only arguing
with one person, but...

why couldn't it be two?

Because you were both there
with him

during the argument that evening,
weren't you?

I'm disappointed!

And in that moment,

with your hopes
of financial security dashed,

you decided
that there was only one way

of salvaging the situation.

It couldn't have been us.

We were nowhere near the ravine
when it happened.

He's right. We have alibis.

Mm.

Except...

it's not quite true though, is it?

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

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

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

could have heard Gerry scream
during his fall.

It's... not possible.

You know that...

Riley and I conducted
a little experiment earlier

where I sent her down to the ravine

and she screamed her lungs out.

We all stayed here.

But I didn't hear anything.

So it begs the question,
just how did everyone

at the villa that evening
manage to hear Gerry scream?

Benjamin, this is
your mobile phone.

Our lab technician has managed
to recover a deleted file

recorded at exactly 15 minutes
to 8:00

on the evening of the murder.

Conveniently, it's still connected

to the Bluetooth speakers
on the terrace.

Shall we have a listen?

That's Gerry! Please!

That is your father's scream...

Mariana, Benjamin,
recorded as he fell to his death?

Because one of you

pressed the record button
on his phone...

All you have to do is press record.

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

It wasn't me that killed Dad.

I just did
what Benjamin told me to do!

Shut up, Mariana. Just shut up!

So you just stood and watched,
holding a phone,

while your brother
murdered your own father.

You then both hurried back here
to the villa...

and made sure
you could provide yourselves

with alibis.

You heard that too?

Why would you do this?

How could you?

Which leaves
only one loose end to tie up.

Which one of you was it
that attacked Debbie Clumson

the same evening?

Well, we assume, Mariana,

since it was you that made
the Christmas tree installation,

it was also you
that hid the folder inside it.

After Benjamin came back
to the house,

and told me and Mum
about Dad's fall,

I was making my way to the ravine

when I saw Debbie
with that folder, and...

...I just panicked.

When Benjamin saw what I'd done...

The police are on their way.

You have to deal with that.

- He...
- When I said deal with it,

I meant destroy it,
Mariana, you utter fool.

Benjamin...

This folder...

This folder and... this photo.

I think it was playing
on Gerry's mind

just before
he was pushed to his death,

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

he knew he only had
a few moments to live.

Those final words he said to her...

It's...

...behind you.

"It's behind you."

He was trying to help her.

He was trying to save her

from being a victim
of a six-million-dollar robbery.

Let's make the first arrests.

Benjamin Stableforth,

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

You do not have to say anything...

- Oh, God, I'm so sorry!
- No!

I'm coming with you! Wait!

You okay?

Well, just to say

it... was a privilege
working with you, partner.

You too, Officer Pryce.

Marlon is fine.

Si...

Six million dollars?

Flipping heck!

Uh, there is some other news

that we have to mention.

Your fiancé Dave,
he's on the island.

- What?
- He's here

at this hospital, in fact.

Oh, he'll be fine.

- It was heatstroke.
- Why is he here?

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

He was looking for you, actually.

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

just... trying to find you.

Aww.

Hello?

Dave?

I'll leave you both to it.

It's okay, it's okay.

Well, it turns out
you have been a bit of a hero,

by all accounts.

I don't know about all that.

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

if... if you'll give me a chance.

I've really missed you, Dave.

I love you.

I love you, Debbie Clumson.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

Don't give up on it.

Love.

I know it's daunting

and comes ready-made
with all sorts of...

pain and heartache,

but... it can be so worth it.

Promise me you'll keep trying.

I promise.

It's worth

- six million dollars!
- What?

Take it easy.

Thank you very much.

Well, I must say,
Officer Curtis,

you're looking very nice
this evening.

- As are you, Office Pryce.
- Well, well.

Hey, team! You're here!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

It's good to see you too.

Mm! Come, come, come.

Aww!

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

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

It's called
the Crotherine's Cricketer.

Um, I mean, it's a...

Catherine's Christmas cracker.

Sarge, how many of those
have you had?

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

I haven't slept in three days.

Right then.

I'm going to hit the buffet.

You want me to get you something?

Mm-mm.

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

I'll come to give you a hand.

I wonder
where the Inspector's got to.

Good evening. Hey.

Hi.

Oh, no.

Ah...

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

Maybe not all of it.

Everyone here is dressed
to the nines.

Mm, apart from you.

Okay, I'd better go home
and get changed

before the Commissioner sees me.

The Commissioner's seen me.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

Hi. Excuse me.

Nothing you can do about it now
except get a drink down you

and make the best of it.

Thanks, Naomi.

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

and... the Commissioner's mind.

Good luck.

I wish I was more like her.

Who, the Inspector's mum?

I mean...

nothing bothers her, you know?

Does just as she pleases,

kisses who she wants,
when she wants.

I wish I was more like her, Marlon.

Sarge...

...you don't need
to be like anybody else.

You're cool just the way you are.

Really?

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

Yes. You are.

Okay, what just happened?

How's my ace detective son doing?

I've just seen Naomi kiss Marlon.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, good for them.

I guess.

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

You can't go to a Christmas party

and not have a little kissy
under mistletoe, Neville.

So, new year, new start, yeah?

Yeah.

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

Oh, so am I.

Sir, um...

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

Especially after you
specifically asked me

not to ruin your evening.

- Again.
- Hmm.

- Tell me, Inspector.
- Yes, sir?

Did I see DS Thomas

kissing Officer Pryce?

Um...

I... think maybe you did, sir.

I thought so.

Did I also see your mother

kissing someone herself?

That did also happen, sir, yes.

Then... I may have to find
some mistletoe myself.

- Merry Christmas, sir.
- And to you.