Death in Paradise (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript

After being escorted home by Dwayne Nadia Selim is found murdered in her bed and her house ransacked. Work colleague Georgie Westcott reveals that Nadia was actually called Rose Duchamp and British cop Chris Ricketts arrives to explain that Rose was an informant about to expose a money-laundering racket.Rose was also a great lover of word puzzles,which,along the reaction of her dog,allows Poole to trap her killer. However,events conspire to prevent him from getting his old job in London back as crafty Commander Patterson sees him as being of more use on the island.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
I really should be going soon,
Juliet will start to worry.

And how long has she got to go?
Two weeks.

You know, my mother said
first babies are always late.

We'll see.

How's things going
with your new step daddy?

Not funny, Dwayne.
They're just friends. Yeah, right!

Dwayne, no! One more.

I'm in trouble.

Right, 15 across,
"Essence of Eastern book,"

"about Greek character?"

Any ideas?

No, me neither.



Where are you from? What do you do?

How about you first?

You'll never guess.

I thought maybe a postman?

This is me. Nice.

Thank you for walking me home.

You want to come in for coffee?

You're late.

And good morning to you, too.

Well, that's not fair.

Excuse me? I agreed to do small talk,
particularly in the mornings,

but that doesn't mean I can't
point out when you're late.

I'm late because
there's been a murder.

Up in the hills.

So, what do we know? Not much.

Nadia Selim, 30 years old.

Lived at this address
for a little under two years.

Quiet, Harry! Quiet!
These are friends.

Sorry, he's Nadia's dog
and he's very distressed. Come here.

And, you are?

Georgie Westcott,
I live across there.

You're the lady
who made the call? Yes.

Well, Nadia and I travel
in to work together, every morning.

But this morning she was late,
which isn't like her,

and I rang, and...

when there was no answer,

I used my spare key and went in,
and... that's when I found her.

Hey, I've found the bedroom.

You know, where the body is?

You're worried
the furniture's not straight?


Your neighbour's late
for picking you up.

Do you really use your spare key
to enter her house?

Why would she have coins
stuffed in her mouth?

Sir? That's interesting.

I've got a body up here and somebody
has stuffed coins in her mouth.

What have you got
that's SO interesting?

Dwayne's police shield.

Dwayne's outside.

Sir, the medics want to know
about moving the body.

I'll, go and talk to them,

Photograph the scene for me,
if you would. Yes sir.

Can you tell us how your shield
ended up at a murder scene?

I only met her last night.

So what happened?

When we finished last night,
we all went for a drink.

"We all" being...?
Me, Fidel and Camille.

I see.

You didn't invite anyone else?


Or think to invite anyone else?

Never mind. Carry on.

We had something to eat,
a few beers, some rum.

Then I met her, Nadia,
outside the bar.


We talked, sort of hit it off, you know.
She said she wanted to go for a walk.

She was very pretty. In the end,
I walked her all the way home.

What time was this? About ten.
You want to come in for coffee?

That, mark on your neck,
how did you get it?

We were messing around.

She asked me to teach her
some self-defence moves.

You mean, you slept with her? No!

Like I said,
I was showing her some moves.

She said she was nervous
about walking home alone.


we had a bit of a cuddle.

Just a cuddle? Yes.

And after your "cuddle"?

I left just after midnight.

You didn't see anyone
on the way home?


And when you left,
the victim was alive and well?

Yes. What kind of question is that?!

The kind you ask a witness
in a murder enquiry.

No, this is Dwayne.
He's still a witness.

You just asked him if he killed her!
No, I didn't.

You asked if she was still alive
when he left! Look, it's OK.

I know you have to
ask me this stuff.

It's procedure, right?

I've got photos, sir.

Thank you, Fidel. Right,
I want door-to-door enquiries,

start taking statements
from all the neighbours.

Anyone who knew her,

particularly if anyone saw her
or anyone else last night. Yes, sir.

Not you, Dwayne. Chief?

You're a witness, possibly the
last person to see the victim alive.

I can't have you
asking people questions.

Why not?
Because if he asks them whether

they saw the victim
with anyone last night

and they say,
"Yes, Officer, with you,"

it muddies the water
just a little, don't you think?

Go back to the station
and write up your statement.

Yes, Chief.

What? Fidel, go and start
talking to the neighbours.

Please tell me you don't believe
Dwayne is involved in this!

He's the last person to see her
alive. Apart from the killer!

He has a scratch mark
on his neck he admits

came from the victim.
He explained that.

I'm doing things by the book, Camille.
I don't care about your book!

I want to know if you think
Dwayne killed this girl, yes or no?

Based purely on my knowledge
of Dwayne

and the fact everything
points to this being premeditated,

while Dwayne met her
hours before she was killed,

making it difficult to
corroborate premeditation,

I'd say that, on balance,
it's unlikely.

Was that yes or no?

No! Good! Although, that
doesn't mean he didn't do it.

Look, we owe it to the victim
to conduct a thorough investigation.

Why are you so grumpy?
I'm not grumpy.

Yes, you are.
I'm doing my job.

Then stop talking about
Dwayne and find the killer.

There's a connection.

Dwayne left his badge behind, so
he must have been in uniform, right?

Yes. OK. So you're a girl in a bar,

So you invite a policeman back
to your house, fine.

But then you're killed
the moment he leaves?

It's connected. It has to be.

OK, but why?

At risk of being called grumpy again,
that's what I intend to find out!

All right? Morning, sir.

Is that right, someone was
killed down there last night?

Yes, do you live here? Me?

No, no. I was just passing,
I saw all the commotion.

I heard it was a young woman?
If you'll excuse me.

Burglar, was it? I'm sorry,
I can't discuss that with you.

This is about last night, isn't it?

What? Why you're being so grumpy.

Don't know what you mean. Because
we all went for a drink...

No, no, no, not "we all", just you
three. I knew that's what it was.

OK, look... Discovering the words "we
all" doesn't seem to include me...

a little bit chastening, that's all.

How can it include you?
You never come out for a drink!

You never ask me. No, no, no, no.

We stopped asking,
it's different.

And you tell me, who's more rude -
the person who stops asking,

or the person
who never once said yes?

OK, I'm sorry I snapped.
You're just so...

"So" what?

English. And you're very French.

Now can we please get on
with the task in hand?

Why did the killer
fill her mouth with money?

Repaying a debt?

Looks like asphyxiation. No other
sign of trauma, as far as I can see.

It doesn't make sense.

Are you even listening to me?

Why are these drawers sticking out?

OK, so she's murdered, coins
symbolically placed into her mouth,

but you're still
on the furniture, aren't you?

"Nadia Selim,
Finance Director, JIT Shipping."

You ever heard of JIT Shipping? No.

So, go on, then. What's so
interesting about the furniture?

I think that after Nadia was killed,
the house was searched, thoroughly.

This cushion was unzipped,

this cover wasn't straight,

the corner of this carpet's
folded over,

the books aren't quite flat
against the shelves.

Everything's been checked
and put back,

done so you almost wouldn't notice,

unless you knew
what you were looking for.

OK. So the killer was looking
for something, that's good.

No, it's not good. It's illogical.

The smashed glass, the lamp knocked
over, suggest she was in her bed.

She lashed out, but she was suffocated
before she could do anything.

What's illogical about that?

Well, she was killed first,
then the house was searched.

Why not keep your victim alive,

so she can tell you where
to find what you're looking for?

As I said, it's illogical.

So what did Nadia have in her house
that was worth killing over?

And did the killer find it?

Were any of these windows open?


Or have they been forced in any way?
Not as far as we can see.

No sign of a break-in, either.

So how did the killer get in?

Maybe the victim opened the door?
But why would she? It was past midnight.

The neighbour had a key.


Any order.

Do we really believe
the neighbour let herself in

just because the victim
was late for work? Agreed.

How did the killer get inside
without breaking any locks?

Why did he fill the victim's
mouth with coins?

What was he looking for
when he searched the house?

Why did he kill her
before he started looking?

And, having killed her,
did he find what he was looking for?

And is her death in any way linked
to her taking home a policeman?

What did the neighbours say?

Not very much.
It seems the victim kept

herself to herself,
didn't really socialise.

And last night? Two of them heard
her dog barking around ten.

That must have been her and
Dwayne arriving at the house.

But no-one saw or heard
anything suspicious.

Those that knew her say
she was a nice lady, and

they can't think why anyone
would want to harm her.

Yet someone did.

Where next?

I'm Jon Taylor, I own the company.

Thank you for seeing us.

No, anything that can
help catch Nadia's killer.

I couldn't believe it when I heard.

It's hit everybody here very hard.
Of course.

What line of business
are you in, Mr Taylor?

Import, export.

Throughout the Caribbean,
USA and Europe.

What sort of goods?

Well, whatever
I can make a profit on.

I understand Nadia
was your finance director?

That's right.

Is that her desk?


Mind if I take a look?

Nadia dealt with our finances.

But her real skill was finding
loopholes in tax regimes.

She could get a subsidy in one
country by taking goods out of it

and a rebate in another
by bringing them in.

How long did she work for you?

A couple of years.

I don't know how we're
going to get on without her.

Did she owe you money?

Sorry, why?

Or have any debts elsewhere?

No, I... I don't think
she even had a credit card.

She didn't approve of debt.

What about her next-door neighbour?

Georgie Westcott.
She also works with you?

That's right, Georgie's my PA.

And how did Nadia and she get on?



I think she felt a little
overshadowed when Nadia arrived.

Jealous, even.

Nadia really was a remarkable woman.

So, they didn't get on?

They weren't natural friends,

and Nadia could be withering if she
felt you weren't pulling your weight.

Can I ask where you were last night?

I was at home.

All night?


Anyone with you?

No, I live alone.

So, you're not married,
or in a relationship?



Is this her personal laptop?


I'm sorry, I can't allow that.

Why's that? It's got sensitive
information on it.

We're used to handling sensitive
information. That may well be,

but the computer belongs
to the company and...

Would you rather we got a
warrant and took it by force?

So, this is where
you've been hiding.

Can I get you something?
No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm just admiring the view.

You can join me, though.

I can see why
you don't want to leave here.

I haven't travelled much,
not really, you know.

But I can't imagine many places in
the world more beautiful than this.

The Caribbean
is very seductive.

That's why I stay here.

Well, I realise that
if we are going to be together,

it's going to have to be here.


Yes, yes.
It's a very big step, you know,

leaving everything you know
and starting a new life.

I'd never ask you to do that.

So you don't want me to stay?

That's not what I said.

I'm just a holiday romance you'll
forget about the second I leave? No!

So you do want me to stay?

It's a decision only you can make.

Let's walk.

Whether or not he killed Nadia,
Jon Taylor is hiding something.

I'll start with checking
Nadia's laptop.

Here's my statement, Chief.
Thank you.


do I need to read this? Chief?

Does it say anything other than
you met her in the bar,

walked her home,
taught her self-defence moves,

during which you
sustained a small injury,

then gave her a bit of a "cuddle" before
leaving around midnight? No, Chief.

You didn't argue, or asphyxiate her,
or fill her mouth with loose change?

Of course I didn't.

Then I'm eliminating you from
our inquiries. What about procedure?

We work better as a team,
so start by looking at the files

and seeing if we've got anything
previous on Nadia Selim or JIT Shipping.

Thanks, Chief.

I'm on it.

You see, what kind of name is Selim?

It sounds Turkish or Middle Eastern.

According to this, you were right.
Selim is Arabic, it means "safe".

There were 26 coins in all,
not even three dollars.

Hardly a debt repaid.

Which leaves us with it being
symbolic, a message to someone.

But who?

Only one thing on file, Chief.

About five weeks ago,
one of the victim's

neighbours made an
official complaint

about her dog barking.
I thought it looked vicious.

It's a beautiful dog.

Until it takes your arm off.

Who made the complaint?

A Jacko Gardiner.

I interviewed him this morning. And?

He complained about the dog again,
but other than that he said that...

he didn't see or
hear anything and he

didn't know the victim
particularly well.

Well enough to make
a complaint about her.

You're not going to kill someone
because their dog barks too much.

I once investigated a murder
where a husband killed a wife

cos she refused to pass him
the TV remote control.

Yeah, that is annoying.

And, at the moment,
if we're ruling you out,

it's all we've got.

That's interesting.

You know what's funny? What?

I get it. What?

Barking dogs, neighbours snitching
on one another, vendettas.

I may have been
transplanted a few

thousand miles,
surrounded by jungle and,

erm, that is quite clearly a goat
crossing the road even as I speak...

but I recognise this place.


is suburbia.

Your version of it perhaps,
but, suburbia.

What you want?

Mr Gardiner,
could we have a quick word?

I understand you made a formal complaint
against your neighbour, Nadia Selim.

That dog of hers should be shot.

Right. Because?

It's vicious. She didn't control it,
she let it run wild.

It's a danger to others,
and it bark day and night.

The postman turn up, it bark.

Somebody walk past, it bark.

And you heard it last night?
Yes, I did,

just as I was getting into my bath.

And what time was that?

Like I told the boy
you sent earlier, ten o'clock.

I always take my bath
at ten o'clock.

Did you ever argue with Miss Selim
about her dog? Go to her house?

No. You never went to her house
last night?

No! After midnight?
I said no, didn't I?!

Have you seen anyone in the area
recently you don't know? Yeah.

Good, who? You two.

Is that it?

Yeah, well...

we may be back.

"My people."

Wait... What?

The statements taken by Fidel,
did you read them? Yes.

Well, some of them,
including Mr Gardiner,

reported the dog barking
at or around 10pm.

When we think she and Dwayne
arrived at the house.

Exactly. But none of them mentioned
anything about it barking later.

Why not? I mean, the killer must
have arrived after Dwayne left.

It's past midnight,
someone arrives at the house,

possibly breaking in somehow.

Why didn't the dog, that seemingly
barks at everything, bark?

You're right,
it doesn't make any sense. No.

The curious incident of the
dog who didn't bark in the night.


Never mind. Another question.

What? When Fidel went to interview
Georgie Westcott, there was no answer,

so why is she now watching us
from behind her net curtains?



Why were you watching us?

I wasn't.

Not really.

An officer came to your
door this morning,

but you didn't answer.
Why was that?

I must have been out,
walking Harry.


Do you mind if we?


It's good of you to look after
Miss Selim's dog.

He's not a nuisance for you at all?

Of course not.

We had a pact. If anything happened
to me, Nadia would look after my cat,

and if anything happened to her...

You have a cat?

She's in hiding.

She doesn't much like Harry.
Well, dogs in general.

We went to see your employer,
Mr Taylor.

You are his personal assistant,
is that right? Yes.

And you don't seem
very happy about it.



A bit of a lech. Excuse me?

First it was me,
that was bad enough.

But all that changed
when Nadia came along.

He fell for her hook,
line and sinker.

He'd send her inappropriate e-mails,

and when he talked to her,
you could tell he was...

You know.

No, what?

Undressing her with his eyes.

Why did Nadia put up with it?
She said it was nothing

compared to what she'd
put up with in the past.

I assumed she had
boyfriend trouble,

but she never
really talked about it.

Whenever I tried to talk to her
about her past,

she'd stick her
head in one of her

crosswords and pretend
she wasn't listening.


I didn't know
whether to give you this,

whether I'd be betraying her. But...

I suppose I should.

Give us what?

she seemed really on edge.

She brought me this envelope, asked
if I'd look after it for a few days.

That's why you went
into her house this morning?

You were already worried about her,
weren't you?

What is it?

Looks like an emergency escape plan.
Money and an Antiguan passport.

But what would she be
planning to escape from?

What's that?

A vet's bill.

Why would she keep a vet's bill
that's two years old?

Knowing how much
Nadia loved Harry,

it was to let me know
the name of his vet.

Miss Westcott, have you ever
heard the name Rose Duchamp?

No, why?

Because according to this passport,
that was Nadia's name.

So, who was Rose Duchamp?
Watch... watch out.

And why was she living on
Saint-Marie under a false name?

OK, run the passport through the
computer, see if it's real or not.

I'm on it. What's this, Chief?

Looks like Nadia Selim
could be a fake identity.

Fidel, did you speak
to any witnesses

who heard the victim's dog
barking after midnight? No.

As far as I can make out,
he only barks at strangers.

He didn't bark when we went
to see Georgie Westcott just now,

cos he'd seen us
once today already.

He barked at me last night. That's
the point, you were a stranger.

So why didn't he bark at the killer?


The dog must've known the killer.
A friend, or a neighbour.

Unless you've got
a better explanation?

Well, I've been
through her laptop,

nothing special, photo
and music files...

and some racy e-mails
from someone called Big John.

Her employer.

Well, I tell you,
some of them even made me blush.

OK, that's weird.

Her passport's authentic,

she is Rose Duchamp from Antigua.

But her details
are on an intelligence list

and there's a number
we've got to ring if we

have any information
about her whereabouts.

Who's flagged it?
SOCA. Who are SOCA?


the Serious Organised
Crime Agency, based in London.

But why would they be interested in a
finance director from the Caribbean?

This is Detective Sergeant
Camille Bordey

calling from the Honore Police
Station on Saint-Marie.

We've got some information
about Rose Duchamp and...

Yes, I'll hold.

So what do this SOCA do, exactly?
Serious crime.

The mafia,
Eastern European gangs.

And if she's involved
in serious crime,

it explains why
she left Antigua in a hurry

and why she's been here
under a false name.

Until yesterday, when her past
may well have caught up with her.



They said they wouldn't
tell me anything over the phone.

That's, a little patronising.

And they've got a case officer
on the island already.

What? There's someone already here?

DI Chris Ricketts.
Sorry I haven't come forward sooner,

I just wanted to take stock
of everything, see what was what.

So, how long have you been here?
I arrived two days ago.

Two days? How's London?

Winter's just settling in,
you can smell the damp leaves,

see people's breath.

It's really cold, is it?

It was bitter
the morning that I left.

The grass stiff with white frost, you
could feel it crunching underfoot.

It's not like this inferno.

What season's this?
They don't have seasons.

What? They don't have seasons,
it's this hot all year round,

January to December.

How can you have a year
without seasons?

When do the leaves fall off?
They don't.

Excuse me, we've got a case
to discuss, remember?

Yes, yeah, we were getting
to that. It's...

Well, you know, good manners
to exchange pleasantries first.

So, to business.

Right. Well, two years ago,

a woman contacted us
anonymously from Antigua,

saying she had information
about a money-laundering ring,

but didn't know what to do with it.

This was Nadia? Who?

I'm sorry, Rose Duchamp?
That's right.

She'd got involved with
a guy who turned out

to be a money launderer,
quite a big player.

She admitted she'd
stolen files from her

boyfriend that could
blow the ring sky high.

So what went wrong?
Well, somebody got to her.

They must've frightened
the living daylights out of her,

because she just disappeared,
vanished into thin air.

That was, until two days ago,

when she called me out the blue.

This man, the one she was going to tell
you about, you think he found her?

She rang off before she could say where
she was, so we put a trace on the call.

My boss put me on a plane,
and, well, here I am.

So, she never gave you
the information? No.

You've, you've not found
anything, have you?

Files? Notebooks?
CD? Laptop, even?

No. We, we checked
her work laptop,

but, just music, some
inappropriate e-mails from her boss.

We're also pretty
sure her house was

searched after she was murdered.
That's it?

Whoever killed her probably took
the information she was holding.

Well, we can't be sure. But it's
certainly a reasonable assumption.

Well, the ex-boyfriend
has to be the murderer!

Has there never been anyone else,
since you've been here?

The occasional holiday romance.
Nothing serious.

And was that out of choice,
or just how things turned out?

I don't know.

Maybe bite-size pieces of romance
are easier to digest at my age.

Besides, I enjoy my own company.
I have lots of friends.

So there's, nothing you miss
about being a couple?


When I see something funny,
or read something in the newspapers,

I turn to tell someone,
but there's no-one there.

For me, it's always the mornings.

I'm still putting two
cups on the table, still

putting four slices of
bread in the toaster.

That's nothing to do
with being lonely,

that's just going senile.

I'm sorry. Don't be.
You're probably right.

Has anybody ever told you
how extraordinary you are?

It's what everyone says.

To be honest, I'm starting
to find it a little tedious.

Fidel. Where's Dwayne?


This is DI Chris Ricketts
from SOCA in London.

Yeah, I saw you this morning.
Yeah, sorry about that.

Autopsy report's in, sir.
Death by asphyxiation.

Embedded fibres seem to confirm
the pillow was used.

Bruising suggests a knee or
forearm was used to hold her down,

and there were more coins
found lodged in her throat.

Four, to be precise, I'd imagine.


This your girl?

That's her.

Right, as we know, the victim's
real name was Rose Duchamp,

and it seems her killer
was a man from her past.

We think he's based in Antigua, part
of a money-laundering ring worth...?

Hundreds of millions of dollars.

Rose had information that could
have put this man behind bars

and she called London after two years
of living a new life, a new identity.

Why? She was in fear of her life.
You think she saw him?

Do we have any description
of this man? Nothing.

And even if we did,
I doubt it would help.

Why not?

For two years, this guy's
been one step ahead of us.

IF he killed Rose Duchamp
in the early hours of this morning,

he's probably left
the island by now.

Not necessarily.

Look, you don't get it,
the man is a ghost.

We don't know what he looks like,
what he's called,

and the only person who could
positively identify him

was murdered this morning.

He's almost certainly
still on the island.

He's a professional! He's not going
to hang around. That's why he will.

Only an amateur would try and leave
within hours of the murder taking place,

thereby drawing
attention to himself.

No, he's still here.

That's why this case has never
really got started. What?

There was no traction.

No-one who quite hit the spot...

because the killer's a professional.

But we don't even know who
we're looking for! But we do.

We may not know his name
or what he looks like,

but we know why
he killed Rose Duchamp,

we know how, and we know when.

We also know
he's still on the island.

Which means,
quite possibly for the first time,

we're one step ahead of him.

DI Ricketts, can you give us
access to the existing files?

It would help us
to know what you know.

Yes, yes. Of course. Fidel?

You can use my desk, sir.

Check with the airlines,
see if you can get a

passenger list for all
flights from Antigua

during the past month. OK.

Dwayne, background.
Check the neighbours,

see if any have links
to Antigua, in case

he wasn't working alone.
Yes, Chief.

If anyone needs me,
I'll be at the crime scene.

Detective Inspector, just the man.

Actually, I'm in something
of a hurry, sir.

Five minutes. Well, I...

All right.

Not in there.

Come on.
I'll buy you a cold drink.


Aidan, can I ask you something?

That sounds ominous.

No. It's...

Well, I know we said
we'd talk to Camille.

Yes? Would you mind
if we just wait a little while

before we tell anyone?

You mean until after I get back?

I couldn't bear it
if you didn't come back.

I'd rather not look like a sad and
stupid old woman to everyone as well.

Now you hate me.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I could never hate you.

And I understand,
so that's what we'll do.

Really? Really.


You'll have to get
yourself your drinks.

Aidan's cooked me
a farewell lunch.

He flies home tomorrow.

Well, I'm sure I'll be back,
you know.

It's very beautiful here.

Sorry, my manners.

Aidan, this is Camille's boss,
Inspector Poole.

Inspector. Richard, please.
I've heard a lot about you.

Camille likes to talk. A lot.

A family trait.

And this is Selwyn Patterson, the
police commissioner for Saint-Marie.

Aidan Miles, pleasure to meet you.
Please, don't let us disturb your lunch.

This is, all a bit
cloak and dagger, isn't it?


I have something
I need to talk to you about.

What's this?

I've been talking
to your superintendent in London.

The detective they brought in to cover
for you has finished his attachment.

I don't understand, sorry.

It's a human resources thing.

Before they can offer him
the position permanently,

the Met guidelines state that you
must be offered the position first.


That's the number for
the human resources officer

dealing with the case.

If you ring her,
you can have your old job back.

I can have my old job back?

I can go back to London,

and not be hot,
or have sand everywhere?!


Or, of course, you could stay here.

I could go to the White Hart,

sit in the snug
with a pint in my hand.

Yes, you could.

I thought it best
I told you alone,

to give you time
to make your decision.

No, yeah, yeah, absolutely.

No, I shall have to think
long and hard.

Whoo, it's a tough one.

But, um, you'll have to phone today.

What? The last day they can keep
the job offer open for you is today,

6pm, UK time.

That's in, two hours.


And when exactly did the Super
ring you with this news?

It wasn't today, was it?

Not as such, no.

And it wasn't yesterday, was it?

No. It was long before today.

You didn't want me to know.
You hoped it would go away.

You're leading a good team here,
Detective Inspector. That's no excuse!

I'd like you to stay.

I want to go home.

I know.

Then I suggest you make the call.

I was just...
Sorry, can't stop!

There's a call I've got to make!

You'll be the best dad, Fidel,

but he'll need Uncle
Dwayne to teach him

about a few things.
Really? Like what?

Women, motorbikes, climbing trees.

I can climb trees.
Hello? Sorry, yes.

This is Officer Fidel
Best calling from

Honore Police Station.
That was quick, Chief.

If we cross-reference the passenger
list against the hotels,

see where they were staying, we can find
out who can account for their movements,

and we can dismiss
a huge amount of them.

Why? Women, children, elderly.

Good thinking.

But we've no way of
knowing whether he got

the information Rose
was hiding or not.

We have to assume he has.

I'm sorry, but how can we
expect to solve this puzzle

if Inspector Ricketts has been on
it for years and not got anywhere?


Have you got something?

Well, that's...

'Selim... it means safe.'

'Nadia Selim, 30 years old,

'lived at this address for a little
under two years.' Of course.

'Why would she keep a vet's bill
that's two years old?'

That's brilliant!

That's superb!

Nearly two hours, I've got time.

Right, exciting news.
Well, at least, exciting for me.

So I'll stop being English
and buy you all a drink.

Meet me across the road,
say bon voyage.


In one hour, only I've
to go and pick up

Georgie Westcott first,
so I'll see you there.

Drinks are on me!

I wouldn't mind, you know.

Mind what?

If you wanted him to move in.

I can find a place.

Thank you, but we're
a little way from that yet.

Just a "little way"?

Stop it!

I heard he cooked you lasagne.

Which was very nice.

I'm happy you're not alone.

Hearing you laugh,
watching you dance.

I always dance.

Why are you arguing with me?

I'm trying to give you
my blessing here.

I know.

Thank you.
But I'm not calling him Dad.


Sorry, everyone! Sorry!

Half an hour left. Perfect.

I might,
have to jump around a bit,

because, well, I
never really looked at

it the way it was
designed, as a puzzle.

Once I did, I got it.

At least, I think I have.
Got what?

I think I know where to find
our killer. How exciting!

Should we really be doing this here?

Yes, because as soon as we're done,
I have an announcement to make,

so we'd come back here anyway, so I
thought we may as well, you know...

Can we just get on with it?
Hey, that's the Chief.

This case has been a puzzle right
from the start. Quite literally.

Firstly, the murder
of Nadia, as you knew

her, Rose Duchamp
as she really was,

was carried out with the kind of
professional attention to detail

none of our suspects
were capable of.

According to Inspector Ricketts,

we know that Rose came to Saint-Marie
to run away from her past,

more specifically, the lover
she discovered to be a criminal.

She at first intended
to hand him over to the police,

but was clearly got to before
arrangements could be made.

It's strange that someone
managed to get to her so easily

if she was under police protection,
don't you think?

But can we be sure that it was Rose's
criminal ex-lover that murdered her,

and not the lascivious boss, or the
cranky neighbour, Jacko Gardiner,

or the somewhat resentful friend,
Georgie Westcott?

I think we can.

You see, the biggest clue
to the identity of the killer

was the coins found stuffed
in the victim's mouth.

On the surface,
something of a random act,

until you realise
there were 26 coins,

plus a further four
found lodged in her throat.

Thirty pieces of silver. Judas.

So this was a message
that she was killed

for betraying someone?
Exactly that.

Someone who wanted others to know
the penalty for such a betrayal.

And then we have mystery number two.

The house was searched,
so the killer was

clearly looking for something.
But what?

Logically, it had to be
the information we're

told Rose had promised the police.
Makes sense.

But Rose gave an envelope
to her neighbour for safekeeping.

So it occurred to me, if she
knew that she was in danger,

that her past had caught
up with her, then

why leave the information
in the house?

Why not give it to her neighbour
for safekeeping as well?

And then it hit me.

That's exactly what she did.

When the killer broke into
Rose's house last night,

he had no idea that the key piece of
information he needed wasn't there.

I think he saw Rose with
a policeman, and knew he had to act.

Obviously, the locks on the door

didn't prove too much
of an obstacle to him.

We know that Harry, Rose's dog,
barked at strangers,

yet none of the witnesses heard
a dog barking after midnight,

so we can be sure
that Harry knew the killer.

As Rose brought the dog
with her from Antigua,

I assume he recognised
the killer instantly.

In fact, I'd hazard a guess that Harry
here will run straight to the killer.

You mean the killer's here?


In fact, he was here last night,
which is why Rose was frightened,

why, when she saw
a police officer,

she made sure
she made him take her home.

Wait, you said Rose left some
information with her neighbour.

I thought it was just cash
and a passport.


And this.

A vet's bill.

75 dollars
for identity-chipping Harry.

But if you accept that
the victim gave her

neighbour all her most
valued possessions,

the thing that brought her to
Saint-Marie must be there.

If it wasn't the
passport or cash,

then it had to be this vet's bill.

It wasn't until an hour ago that
it occurred to me how she did it.

So Georgie and I took Harry
to see the vets

to have the chip removed.

Only to discover that it wasn't
a pet identity chip,

it was a memory chip.

No doubt containing
all the incriminating

files Rose told the
police in Antigua about.

I'm sure the identity
of Rose Duchamp's killer's on here,

along with enough evidence
to convict him.

So all we have to do is
run it through the computer? Yes.

But, she left us one last clue.

You see,
Rose was incredibly bright.

She loved to play games,
solve puzzles.

And the final clue
is the most damning of all.

It's also the simplest to solve,
once you know how.

So, what is it? She knew that
if anything happened to her,

it was the last chance she had to
expose the person she was running from.

It was the name that she gave herself
when she came to Saint-Marie.




You see, any good crossword
enthusiast, as Rose was,

knows to looks out for an anagram,

or, as in this case...

words that work equally well...

when spelt backwards.

It was you, Aidan, wasn't it?

You killed Rose Duchamp.

It was you who approached
her in her sleep

and killed her before
searching her house.

You're the man she was running
from, the ex-boyfriend

at the heart of the
money-laundering ring

who she's finally exposed.

You came to Saint-Marie
two weeks ago.

You've been looking for Rose
ever since you got here.

You found her last night.

Take him away.

Two years.

Took us one day.

Well, at least I get to go home.


I've lost the piece of paper!

What? Wait, hold on!
Sir, the baby's coming!

What?! Juliet, you know, she's...
The baby! It's coming!

Then go! Yeah, go, go, go!

You process him,
I'll bring the car round. What?!

No, I'll process him,
you bring the car.

I'll lock him up,
then we'll follow Fidel.

I don't seem to
have any signal.

I don't suppose anybody else
has got any, have they?

What's more important
than Fidel's baby?

Sir, you don't,
you don't have any signal?

No, sorry.

I'm a daddy!

Well done, Fidel!


did you make the call?

You know I didn't.

Good! You decided to stay!

No, not exactly,
I just couldn't...

I'm sorry, sir, but you tricked me,
again. I find that very underhand.

Would you like to make
an official complaint?

Who to?

The police commissioner.

That's you, isn't it?


This is my daughter.

Are you sure?

Congratulations, Fidel. I'm very
happy for you. Thank you, sir.

There's nothing quite as glorious
as a new life. No.

You can hold her, sir,
if you want.

Actually, I,
I've never held a baby before.

Then it's about time you did.

Yes, great...


God, she's just been sick
on me. Sorry, what do I do now?

It's OK, I'll take her.

Yes, please do, please.
I'm so sorry, I made her sick.


I'm so much more comfortable
with murderers than babies.

Don't worry, I'll take her
back to her mother.


You all right?

I'm always all right.

Good night, Richard.

Good night.


Over here!


Aren't you going to sit down?

Down here?


On the sand? Yes.

I was starting to think
you'd loosened up a bit.

I have.

I mean, sitting on the beach,
beer in hand, free spirit.

I'm virtually feral.


All the time you've been here,
have you learnt anything?

Have you changed your opinion, maybe?



There is something I've realised,

something I suppose it's taken me
a long time to notice.

Yes? Something I've really
come to appreciate,

more than I thought I would. What?

My own company.

Now what have I done?


That is so annoying.

Wait, I'M annoying?

Yes. You're so English!

Being English doesn't mean
you're annoying. Yes, it does.

Well, if you don't mind me saying
so, I think that's very childish.

And very French.

Excuse me?! And what has being
French got to do with it?

You started it. No, I didn't!


I've got, I've got sand in my eye.

Stop laughing, I'm dying here!

I've got sand in my eye!
Stop being a baby!