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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.