12x90 - Christmas Special 2023

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Death in Paradise". Aired: 25 October 2011 –; present.*
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12x90 - Christmas Special 2023

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New day. New dawn.

Oh, come on, Dad.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Let's hope so.

Morning.

Hello?

Is everything alright?

Hello?

Is everything okay?

Everything alright, sir?

Oh, I've had better
starts to my day.

And I'm only on 66 steps.

Have a 10,000 target, right?

Whoo!
That'll put hairs on your chest.

Hey, Jamie. Can't stop picking
up Betty from a sleepover.

Don't forget, we're at the
climbing wall party later.

We're on a health kick.

Please feel free to join in.

I'm good. Thanks.

Right.
Let's get started.

We could drive into the village,
you know. We're electric.

Thinking of your steps, sir.

Those kind of footprints
are allowed.

The victim's Danny Tarleton,


who was out jogging.

Body found by Lana
Markham two hours ago.

Oh, there's a chili competition.

Nothing I like more than
a bit of spicy food. You?

More of a sushi man, myself.

Before you ask,

weather vane pointing very
much through the heart.

Sharp force injury.
Single thrust. Anterior chest.

Body's still warm. No rigor.

I'd say time of death
within the last three hours.

Oh, and, uh, there's
something else.

Not your typical
jogging accessory.

I've heard of people
running with weights, but

pair of slippers?

DCI Barnaby. DS Winter.
I gather you found the body.

What were you doing
out here so early?

I'm a meteorologist
and climate campaigner.

I have equipment
all over the valley.

Did you know
Mr. Tarleton well?

Fair to say, we weren't close.

Danny was a petrol head
who hated the village's

green conversion. One of
the few that resisted it.

Locked horns with
Brian constantly.

- Brian?
- Havergal.

Him and his wife, Dixie, fully
embraced the green initiative.

Help me to convince
everyone... most people

that Goodman's
Land was precious.

When exactly did the
village go green?

Three years ago.
I believe the village

can be used to illustrate how
climate change can be reversed.

And is the environmental
debate still an issue?

Look, I like Brian, but he
tends to be a bit domineering,

imposes fines and penalties
if people break the rules.

Tensions are running high,

especially with the impending
sale of the village.

We're being bought by a Texan,
Rooster Harlin III.

How do you mean being bought?

The entire village
and the land it's on.

A lease dating back
centuries has run out.

Deposit's already paid.

Fair to assume some people
aren't happy about that,

you included.

They're called the
Dark Ages for a reason.

New owner's an oilman. Couldn't
be less green if he tried.

The weather vane,
you recognize it?

Looks like the one
from Birch Barn.

There's a student living
there at the moment.

Why k*ll someone
with a weather vane?

The victim clearly wasn't
a fan of all things eco.

Or maybe it's got something
to do with the climate issue.

Or somebody hoping
we'll think that.

Check out Lana Markham
and pay a visit

to the student in the barn.

I'll talk to the victim's father.

Morning, Aldo.

Oh, come on now.
Don't be like that, mate.

Once more unto the breach.

Aldo's grumpy as ever.

Well, it's not our fault
his butcher's gone under.

I mean, no one likes to see
a business close down,

but he's had three years
to try and make it work,

and he's had the chance to
change like everyone else.

I don't think my
recent sanctions

have helped his mood, though.

He broke the rules
again.

You did what you had to do.

You banned him
from the pub quiz,

and you rationed
his toilet roll.

- He'll get over it.
- Oh, I don't know.

I also threatened to
block his deliveries.

But he's not the only one.

I mean, the Cottinghams
are still using their hot tub

and refusing to pay the fines.

And the Deans left their
lights on last night.

They know the rules.
The curfew is 7:00.

Lights off for everyone,
including us.

Oh, Dixie,
darling, go easy.

It's not life or death,
you know.

It blooming well is.

In this village,
status is everything.

Oh, there's my gorgeous girl.

Huh?
Sorry. What?

Your mother was just saying
how lovely you looked.

They're all ethically approved

salon and thingamabobs,
I take it?

'Course. Good.

Right.
I'm off to the barn in a sec.

Are you okay to give me a hand
with a chili competition?

And what do these nails
say to you?

Don't get triggered.

You know I have to look
my absolute best for my socials.

I've got a campaign to run.

- Oh, God.
- Mum!

Not this again.
You might be happy

jumping into bed with the American,
but I'm not.

Well, he has to stay somewhere.

And if he's going to
buy the village, we need

to keep on his good side.
See the whites of his eyes.

Yeah, well, I am going to
give a Rooster a roasting

and a Havergal
welcome to remember,

- which will be going live.
- Oh, do you have

to do that, darling?
We don't want to upset him.

That's exactly what I want to do.

I'm an influencer,
so I'm going to use my platform

to raise awareness of me.

And of course what this village
is actually achieving here.

Just go back to your chili sauce

or whatever it is you're doing.

You have reached 2,556 steps.

Good job.

Didn't have a bad
bone in his body, that lad.

Loved life. Kept fit.

Out early doors
come rain or shine.

Same route.

So his route would have
been familiar to others.

Did you see Danny this morning?
How was he?

He was a bit hung over,
but fine.

Looking forward to the arrival
of the new guy in town.

Oh, yes, Rooster Harlin III.

Danny was confident that Rooster
would return the village

to how it was before all this...
eco madness.

You're not a fan
of the village's

- green revolution, then?
- We're dairy farmers.

Were.

When everything was ranked green,

it hit us bad.
We lost everything.

Not just us.

Aldo McLean recently
lost his butchers.

Presumably, changing
your old ways

was difficult and expensive.

Dairy cattle are often treated
with antiseptics and fungicides.

There are alternatives,
but they're pricy.

We did our best.

It was never enough
for the Havergals.

Don't you get on?

Not anymore.

They own the pub.
Out like they run the village.

All the deliveries
go to the pub.

So you name it, they
order it in for us.

Even tell us what to
wipe our backsides with.

Brian's a control freak.
Thinks he owns the place, literally.

This whole scheme,

it's changed him.

Not for the best.

Tell me about the
lease on the village.

It dates back 850
years but will expire

unless someone proves
a claim on the land.

But no one can.

There's a local legend that
the lease has been overruled,

that one family does
have a legitimate

right of ownership
in perpetuity.

Based on what?

Medieval documents

that no one's ever seen,

that maybe never existed.

Some years back,
the Havergals asked me

to help prove it was them.

But I could find no evidence.

I see.

Might I take a look
around your son's room?

Yeah.

Reduce, reuse,
recycle me nothing.

No.
Appearance is everything.

Clearly.

Can we go? I hate coming here.

Not flashy enough for you?

Can't you get a phone like the rest of us
so I can call you at least?

Village's e-waste is
down 40% from last year.

Yeah, whatever.
I think you'll find that phones

are pretty useful when it
comes to changing the world.

And shoes.
Shoes would be good.

I like to stay grounded.
Question is,

do you want to change the world,
or are you just pretending?

Fake and single.

Not a good vibe.

Don't you judge me,
barefoot boy.

You think you know me,
but you don't.

Come on.
We've got content to film.

Danny's passion.

Designs for a race track,

in the greenest
village in Midsomer.

His dream.

He was hoping Rooster
would fund it.

Was your son in a relationship?

Definitely not.

I'd have known.

I see.

And I take it you don't know
who these belong to?

Detective Sergeant Winter,
Causton CID.

Oh.
Please, come on in.

Wow.

Wish my halls of residence
looked like this.

I have funding from Tokyo University
for my PhD

on the fragility of ecosystems
in and around Goodman's Land.

Quite a long way to come.

Tokyo to Midsomer.

Worth it, though.

I've only been here
a couple of days,

but the area is fascinating.

Truly fascinating.

- I can explain if you want.
- Maybe another time.

But what I would like
is you to explain

where you were
first thing this morning.

Collecting soil samples.

I like to go out
as soon as it's light.

You didn't take a weather vane
with you, by any chance, did you?

Or notice that the one
on your roof is missing?

Uh, it was there last night.

You didn't see or hear anyone
in the vicinity overnight?

No.

Thank you very much.
Winter.

Found proposed race track plans.

And some women's shoes were
in Danny Tarleton's wardrobe.

I've given them to forensic.
Size 5,

whereas the trainers
he was jogging in

were size 9 or 10 at least.

Well spotted, sir.

I'm a detective, Winter.
Observation is everything.

See if we can find out
who those shoes belong to.

Liam Tarleton has no idea.

I want to have a word
with the Havergals.

How was your student?

Oh, intense.
I'll check him out with his uni.

Bog off, you bunch of
woke fueled snowflakes.

Nothing wrong with a bog, Aldo.

Wholesome. Natural. Organic.

Unlike you and your
fake extensions.

You're a disgrace,
you know that?

Wielding your
unwelcome influence.

Destroying livelihoods.
Get that thing out of my face!

Okay, okay, okay.

Emotions are clearly
running high.

Do you mind telling me why?

I came up here to
welcome Rooster.

Yeah, well, we're here to
send the rooster packing.

Yeah. This is our land.

Why? Why, what am I missing?
Why here?

He only ever travels
by helicopter.

He's known for it.

This is the only place
he can land.

Not if we can stand in the way.

Here's the truth about Harlin.

Lied about fossil fuels,
lost court cases, lost his soul.

Sold it, more like.

Oh, get off your high horse,
Harper.

What do you know about souls?

Says the butcher.

Or should I say ex-butcher?

Butchering has been
my whole life.

Or it wasn't until this
lot stuck their oar in.

Do you know how much it costs

to source and
transport organic meat?

Sneer all you like.

Didn't stop you eating my
meat for years, did it?

God, he totally
gives me the ick.

Right, I've heard enough.

We're going to need your names
and details from all of you

about your whereabouts
this morning.

Danny Tarleton's been k*lled.

Can I be of assistance, ma'am?

My name's Rooster.

Red Rooster Harlin III.
Pleasure's all mine.

Find out everything we
can about Tobit Seaton,

Harper Havergal,
and Aldo McLean.

Just take this down
the road to the barn

as quick as you can.
Thanks very much.

Mr. Havergal?

DCI Barnaby, DS Winter.
We need to ask you a few questions.

Of course.
Oh, is this about Danny?

Harper, my daughter, just called me.
Terrible news. Awful.

Howdy, y'all.
Say, is one of you gentlemen

Mr. Brian Havergal,
pub landlord?

- I am.
- Can you get this little old lady a drink?

She seems to have
taken quite a turn.

Less of the old, you oily brute.

Sounds like my ex-wives.

Mr. Harlin, I believe.

We heard you were
arriving by helicopter.

Oh, too flash, too windy.
Those days are gone.

DCI Barnaby. Sergeant Winter.

My, oh, my. Glory be.

Slap my thighs,
and call me Betsy.

Are you two a pair of genuine,
bona fide Sherlock Holmes?

Not exactly, but we are
investigating a m*rder.

Wonderful!
Tell me, do you wear a Deerstalker?

- Not as a rule.
- Heck.

Can I be of assistance?
Who d*ed?

Name's Danny Tarleton.
Do you know him?

I can't say that I do, Watson.

Or are you Holmes?

Perhaps we could all go inside,
Mr. Havergal.

Hell, yes!
I can't wait for a pint of God's earth.

We think
Mr. Tarleton's death

could have something to do
with your arrival, Mr. Harlin.

You're quite a divisive figure.

I'm a pussycat
when you get to know me.

And I can assure
you I have no plans

to change this village one iota.

Liar!

My daughter, Harper.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.
And I'm no liar.

I fell in love with this place.
Why would I want to change it?

How about because you're
the devil incarnate

when it comes to pollution
and climate change?

Or how about
Mr. Tarleton's plans

to build a motor racing circuit?

That would count as
quite a change, don't you think?

Did you know
anything about that?

Can't say that I did.

Why would we believe you,
you fat cat

American capitalist cretin?!

I just love the
way you guys speak!

Is that
William Shakespeare,

or just a good, old fashioned
Anglo-Saxon insult?

Are you for real?

- Is he for real?
- Enough, Miss Havergal.

Yee-haw!
Spoken like a true sheriff.

Mighty fine chili!

Give it a try?

See what you Brits is made of.
What do you say?

I say we might have to warn
Dixie that she has a challenger.

Nice one, deputy.

Well done. Winter.
May I?

Have you any idea how long
you're planning to stay...

Cheers.

Find out everything
you can about our larger-

than-life Texan friend
with the asbestos mouth.

He's playing us, sir.

Very possibly.

Are you okay, sir?

Of course I am.
Clearly just got a rogue chili.

Either that or you need
to get your mouth insured.

Sir?

Just got a little...

Sir?

You think this is where Danny Tarleton's
getting his slippers?

Why take women's slippers
out of the recycling?

Maybe he's got a thing
about women's shoes, sir.

This is the master bedroom.

Oh, mighty fine room.

Also happens to be the room

where my husband's
ancestors used to sleep.

Hot dang.
For real?

Yeah, this building's been in
Brian's family for generations.

It dates back to
the 12th century.

His ancestor, Arthur Havergal,
gave the village its name,

Goodman's Land.

He was the "good man" who
looked after the villagers.

I mean, the Havergals,
well, they are the village.

Why, that's fascinating.

I reckon I'll sleep
like the dead tonight,

jet lag and all.

Ma'am, I just love your history,

even if it is all
in the past now.

The past is, after all,
another country.

Not here, it isn't.

Might I ask you a question?

Can you tell me where
Miss Lana Markham lives?

Lana? Yeah. She lives in Rose cottage
across the street just opposite.

Why?

I believe that's between
me and Miss Markham, ma'am.

There's no need
to call me ma'am.

Your Highness will do nicely.

I haven't got time to go
through these. One's for Aldo.

Can you take a look?

Yeah. Go on then.

Miss Markham?

Lana?

Let's see.

"Can we meet?

Rooster Harlin.





No fingerprints on
the weather vane.

Anything on the slippers?

Not so much the slippers,
but the shoes, yes.

All the shoes in the victim's
wardrobe are size 5.

And judging from

the hallux valgus
impressions on the shoes...

- The hallux what?
- Bunions to you.

I'd say they belong
to the same woman.

Interesting,

although his father said that
Danny wasn't in a relationship.

And the shoes weren't his size.

Maybe he was a foot fetishist.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

I never jump to anything,
especially conclusions.

His wallet had a membership
card for a foot fetish club,

Achilles Heel.
He was a fully paid up member.

Maybe someone disapproved.

One other thing.

Sarah asked me to remind you.

Think of it as brunch.

Oh, this is yours.
I have mine.

What have you found
out about our Texan?

Oh, there's loads of stuff.

Not all positive, I'm sure.

No, he certainly was the worst kind
of old school oilman.

But to be honest, I'm not sure
how he's paying for the village.

He's been fined
repeatedly by regulators

for failing to
declare emissions.

It's cost him
millions of dollars.

His biggest critic was a fellow
Texan called Dougie Duke.

Maybe we should contact him.

If only. He's completely
fallen off the radar.

Then there's something else.

Tech are sending through Danny
Tarleton's photos and texts,

but his e-mail shows a long
exchange with Rooster Harlin.

The discussions
were well under way

about the motor racing circuit.

So Mr. Harlin is definitely lying

about no change for the village.

Okay.

- What is it?
- Ahem.

Compromising photographs
of Harper Havergal

and Danny Tarleton.
He was...

He was threatening to go public
unless she paid him money.

What are you
actually doing here?

Lana, isn't it?

Research into climate change.

You know that's what I do,
right?

I don't want or need you
interfering with years of work.

Understood?

Do yourself a favor
and stay out of my way.

I don't mean to bother you
at this difficult time, but, um...

Do you recognize this man?

Yes.
Name is Dougie Duke.

I did some local history
work with him. Why?

No, no, no, no, never
mind why for now.

When did you last see him?

No offense, Mr. Harlin,
but now...

really isn't a good time.

I get it.

Loss of a child goes against
the natural order of life.

Hopes. Dreams. Future.

But if I can level with you...

there's something about this
village I'm about to buy

that's a little off right now,

and it seems to me
we both need answers.

I was wondering if you
could help me with this.

I can't make head
nor tail of it.

It's medieval documents, mainly.

Oh. Sorry... I'm sorry.

I wasn't looking.

My fault.

You must be Ken from Tokyo.

The student, right?

Harper Havergal,
as in the Havergals.

Yeah, I'm like an influencer,
so I've heard loads about you.

Village goss and all.

It seems we have
loads in common.

I love Tokyo,
and I love technology.

And I love mango.

Uh...
Manga... Manga?

Yeah.

And you like all things green.

As do I. So, what do you say?

Mojito, pub, 7:00?

Sounds good. Yeah.
I'll be there.

Content to edit first.

I'm not really a
fan of social media.

Digital distractions
wreak havoc with fragile egos.

See you at 7:00.

Has a package arrived for me?

Sure has.

All set for tomorrow's
competition, are we?

I'm really
looking forward to it.

You haven't got a cat's
chance in hell of winning.

We'll see, won't we?

Yes, we will.

Mr. Harlin? Aldo McLean.

A pleasure and a
delight to meet you.

Oh, bless your heart.
How y'all doing?

Good, good!

If you need
anyone to help you with anything,

anything at all,
I'm... your man.

Well, actually, there is something
you could do for me,

in return for a fee, of course.

I need to know how truly
green the village really is,

or if they're pretending.

Could you possibly
help me with that?

My pleasure.
This lot aren't as

squeaky clean as they'd like to make out,
if you know what I mean.

Well, this ain't
my first rodeo, Al.

But you gather the
dirt, my friend,

and maybe we can discuss
it over a pint of wallop.

Oh, a pint, a pint. Of course.

Hey, you are... You're going
to turn the clock back, aren't you?

Eh, maybe more forwards
than backwards.

Just me.

So far, so good.

All going to plan.

This lot are all
hat and no cattle.

So that's the latest on

Harper Havergal brings
down the slimeball oilman

and conquers the... the world.

We need to ask you a
couple of questions.

Did you know Danny
Tarleton intimately?

If by intimately you mean
were we in a situationship,

then yes.

Sorry. What?

Less than a relationship,
more than casual sex.

Standard.
Or pretty vanilla, actually.

Which would explain the explicit

photos of you on his phone.

Oh, those?

Yeah, loser tried to do
a number on me.

Threatened to "expose" me.
Like I cared.

Danny was a fantasist
who used people,

played them, or tried to.

Trust me.
Didn't even register.

I didn't care about him.

Quite a thick skin
you've got there.

- And if he had gone public?
- All for it.

Would have just brought
more followers to the yard.

Easy gains. Major influence
on my social sphere

equals account growth, revenue,
and job offers around the world.

So presumably they
were your size 5 shoes

we found in his wardrobe.

You're joking, right?

Never went near his place.

I'm a size 6 anyway.

Did you know anything
about his plans

for a motor racing
circuit in the village?

What?
No.

No. Like I said, he was full of it.
He liked to blag.

I see.

And the... green agenda in the village,
you're fronting the fight.

So... where does Lana Markham
fit in?

She started everything,
I suppose.

But you're not a fan?

'Course I am.
She's the real deal.

She's just a tough
act to follow.

I've heard about the
great British hospitality.

But a dead rat?

Where I come from,
that is not a sign of welcome.

It's not here, either.

Any idea who might
have put it there?

Well, of course not.
Could have been anyone.

I mean, all the rooms are
accessible from down here,

and he's not popular.
No offense.

A little taken.

Lying doesn't exactly help.

Pardon me?

The motor racing circuit
you denied all knowledge of.

We've seen your e-mails
with Danny Tarleton.

They make for
interesting reading.

Especially the bit when
you ask him to keep schtum.

Yeah, well,
that didn't work.

Danny was in here last
night mouthing off about it.

We thought he was having us on

until he started
waving plans around.

- Did you know that?
- No, sirree, Bob.

It wasn't me who silenced
him, if that's your angle.

I agreed to nothing.

So what? I... I looked
at his big plans.

He wasn't the only one.

Hell, my laptop blew up
with e-mails.

I made a decision to
be nice to everybody.

Keeping them sweet
whilst you get

your feet firmly
under the table.

I simply asked for discretion.

What did Mr. Tarleton
say specifically

about the motor racing circuit?

That he was going to dig up
the field where Tobit lives.

Finishing line straight
through his shack.

Tobit lost it.
Spitting nails, he was.

We'll
need a word with him.

Can I help you?

Miss Kilcannon, maybe you can.

Someone put a rat in
Mr. Harlin's bedroom.

Wouldn't be you by any chance,
would it?

No, it wasn't me.
I get squeamish around rats.

But, um, you're a taxidermist.

Have you been doing
the taxidermy long?

Ever since the village went eco.

Before that, I ran the local garage,
but that had to go.

Well, that must have
been inconvenient.

Not really. Who am I
to stand in the way of progress?

Besides, I've always
been a fan of recycling.

They're roadkill, mainly.

Have you sold many?

Yes, plenty.

Well, sort of.

No.

Three ravens.
But they had maggots,

so old Reggie the
fisherman took them.

Nice shoes.

Did you know Danny
Tarleton well?

No more than anyone else.

Winter, get me everything
you can on Ginny Kilcannon.

Ah, yes.

Glasgow.

We need to talk
about Dougie Duke.

Tomb in the churchyard.
What he found out.

I'll see you in 10.

First Danny Tarleton
and now his father.

Think it's some kind of
vendetta against the Tarletons?

Possibly.
But we also know that Mr. Tarleton

had been looking into the
land claim on the village.

And let's not forget,
he's the current chili eating champion.

Penetrating injury of the
left anterior triangle

reaching the internal carotid
artery and jugular vein.

Time of death, within the hour.

m*rder w*apon?

Yes.

An AeroCone, I believe.

A meteorological tool
for measuring rain.

Well, that can only belong to
Lana Markham or Ken Makoto.

But they leave their
equipment out and about

so anyone could find them,

which doesn't exactly
narrow things down.

Did he have a phone on him?

No sign of one.

- We'll get on to the service provider.
- Yeah.

And I still need to
speak to Tobit Seaton.

You keep an eye on Rooster.

All is not what
it seems with him.

Where did you say you
went this morning?

The gas guzzler?!

And you didn't go
to the eco salon.

I... Don't even
think about lying.

I've already called them.

- And? W-What is this?
- How are we supposed to uphold

standards if our own daughter

keeps flouting the rules?
We're the Havergals!

We have to set an example.

You know, I fine people
for breaking the rules.

And what does that say about you, huh?
What example?

Spying on people?
Spying on your own daughter?

Now, that...
That is a new low.

- We're the Have...
- The Havergals. Yes.

Yes, I know.

I've known nothing else.

I've grown up with that.

Family first, protect the name,
honor, obey.

Like I really care.

Don't you?

No. No, no.

I'll have you know,
my socials are off the scale.

I can go anywhere I want.

Paris. Dubai.

Should have gone ages ago.

Me and your mum don't know
why you haven't.

We're not stopping you.

We've always said you could
be what you wanted to be.

Whatever.
I'm out of here now.

Oh, Harper.

Oh, plea...

You have reached your target.
Keep up the good work.

Thank you.

A lovely spot.
You're clearly very committed.

How do you get on
with Miss Havergal?

Meaning she isn't?

Oh, let's just say she cuts
quite a different figure.

We have our moments,
but we rub along.

As long as she doesn't
have to come down here.

She hates it here.

Why is that, I wonder?

Says it's too green and natural.

She's too obsessed with her
phone to appreciate nature,

or anyone, anyway.

You're quite a varied bunch,
aren't you?

You, Harper Havergal,
Miss Markham?

How do those two get on?

I mean, talk about
different vibes.

Polar opposites.
They used to be friends, though,

till things changed.
Lana changed.

Go on.

Uh, Lana was our inspiration.

Passionate,
a real force of nature.

And pretty damn cool
to hang with.

Wanted to make a difference,
you know.

And then her heart got broken.

Guy called Dougie.

Dougie?
Dougie Duke, by any chance?

Uh, think so.

American. Good bloke.
He used to live here before me.

What happened to him?

Did a runner.

Lana never got over it.

About this place,
I gather you...

You weren't happy
with Danny Tarleton

announcing his plans for
a motor racing circuit.

That would have quite a
carbon footprint, wouldn't it?

If he started to
dig up this field,

you'd lose your Garden of Eden.

Maybe. Maybe not.
I have rights.

Do you?

I'm guessing you don't
have a tenancy agreement.

If this land belongs
to Rooster Harlin

- and he's in favor...
- It's not going to happen.

Particularly now that Danny
and his father are dead.

Call it karma.

I'd rather call it m*rder.

I believe that the earth is sacred.

I believe that life is sacred.

I'm an activist, not a m*rder*r.

Winter, where's Mr. Harlin?

We need to speak to
him about Dougie Duke.

He's meeting with Lana Markham.

I'm sorry! Uh, I...

She's not happy about it.

I'm on my way.

- Hang on...
- I don't know who you are

or what you want,
but you have no right

coming here
showing me that photo.

Is this some kind of bad joke?

No. I had no intention
of upsetting you.

I'm sorry about that.

- You two know each other?
- No, we don't.

No, we were just
introducing ourselves.

Oh, to see if you have
anything in common,

like an American
called Dougie, perhaps?

Dougie Duke?

He's quite a critic of you, Mr. Harlin.
Care to share?

Dougie is my brother.

Dougie Duke Harlin.
He dropped the Harlin

because he was ashamed of me.

He came here to look
into our family history.

That was four years ago.

I haven't seen him since.

And, Miss Markham,
your connection?

Dougie and I were involved.

We instantly hit it off.

Kept it quiet, but
we were together

for best part of a year.

Till he upped and left.

When was that?
When did you last see him?

He left...
just before we launched

the green initiative
for the village.

What made him leave?

Dougie lived life off the grid,

especially when it
came to commitment.

I wanted more,
gave him an ultimatum,

and the next morning,
he was gone.

I only have one regret in life.

Me and Dougie
never saw things eye to eye.

I came here hoping maybe we
could work things through.

We had very different
outlooks on life.

Mainly about oil?

Dougie was an environmentalist

before anyone in Texas had
even heard of the word.

But one thing we always
agreed on was that one day,

we'd check out our
English heritage.

I hoped maybe by coming here,
I might find him.

Miss Markham,
do you have any idea

where Dougie might have gone?

He was on his way to Greece
when he arrived here.

I always assumed
that's where he'd gone.

We can check. Even people
who live off-grid leave a trail.

Not our Dougie.

I tried to track him down.
Nothing.

Way I see it,
maybe if I lived here,

one day, he might come back,

just to box my ears,
if nothing else.

Winter,
check Tarleton's farmhouse.

Yes, sir.

This is no time
to play hide and seek, Winter.

You find anything?

Yes, that Liam Tarleton
was looking into

the Harlin family history.

And the immigration
office got back to me.

So, there is record of
Dougie arriving in the UK

but not leaving.

So if he is living off the grid,
he's still in the UK.

All roads lead back
to the Harlins.

Something to mull overnight.

Well, let's pick it
up in the morning.

Sir.

Are you cheating?

- Would I?
- Yes, you would!

Nonsense.
I'll have you know

that I have done a whopping...
Drum roll, please...

You have done 43 steps.


Oh, hang on, what's
going on here?

No, the... the... the
app must have broken.

It was over 11,000
last time I looked.

I don't believe a word of it.


I've been traipsing
up hill and down dale

all over Goodman's Land.

There's two dead bodies and
a lot of ground to cover.

DCI John Barnaby,

inventing murders just
so you can cover the fact

that you've been a
couch potato all day?

Whereas I'm on 23,264.

Betty was on fine form today.

I think that's why
she's crashed out now.

Two of a kind.

What was that? Oh,
I do apologize.

That's my routine.

Every morning,
the rooster crows.

You okay, sir?

Oh, I will be if
this thing works.

I had to download a new app.

Now this one gives you a heart
rate, calories b*rned, altitude.

You never know.

Oh, here you go,
its first message.

"Hi, Speedy."

- Speedy?
- Yeah.

You accidentally
forgot your juices.

It's juice
fasting day today.

No solids. So be warned,
he might be grumpy.

He's always grumpy.

A few things, sir.
I finally heard back from Tokyo Uni.

They confirmed that Ken
Makoto is a PhD student there.

But guess what his PhD is about?

Oh, I know that, Winter.

It's something to do
with ecosystems in the area.

No. The economic expansion
of the cobalt industry

in Uzbekistan.

So he's lying about his PhD.

I'll speak to him.

And another thing.

Lana Markham has been
in a very public battle

with the Department
of Climate Change,

accusing them of
ignoring her research,

saying that she gets a
better hearing abroad.

Why might that be relevant?

Because she does.
There's an environmental group

that's been championing her
research in Austin, Texas.

Rooster's hometown.

Coincidence?

I doubt it.

Find out everything you can
about the environmental group...

board members, trustees.

Oh, and Danny
Tarleton's bank records

show regular deposits
from Ginny Kilcannon.

Why would she be
doing that, I wonder?

Well, first thing's first.
Greasy spoon on Causton Lane.

I need a bacon butty.

Sir.

Mmm, smells strong and aromatic.

It is. I brew it very slowly.
Please, be my guest.

Oh, no. Most kind.

But I'm afraid I'm...
rationing my intake.

Oh, why not?

How's the PhD going?

Well, it's rich territory.

Forgive my ignorance,
but how does research

into ecosystems in
this area factor into

a PhD on the cobalt
industry in Uzbekistan?

A long way from
Midsomer to Uzbekistan.

It's hard to explain.

Indeed.

Try.

Climate change research
is a delicate subject.

I'm using Goodman's
Land as a test case.

A microcosm, if you like,
for global strategy.

My findings might
be controversial,

so my faculty suggested
I submit a cover title at this stage.

Ah.
Lie, you mean.

What happened to the window?

Someone clearly
tried to break in.

Why didn't you report it?

I've only just noticed it.

I was out, and...
no one actually got in.

You know, I see quite
a few security systems

and alarms in my line of work,

but I don't think I've ever
seen something this high-tech.

Have many visitors?

Uh, no, that's mine
from yesterday.

Typical student.

There's nothing typical
about you, Mr. Makoto.

What's the blend?

It's called mesquite.

Mesquite.

Give me five. I just need to
deal with something, yeah?

Hey.

What happened last night?
You stood me up.

Did I?

Yeah.
How about tonight instead?

No disrespect.

I just really need someone
with his finger on the pulse.

This whole... forever-student
thing is just not my vibe,

friend or more than.

Sure. No sweat.

Excuse me. Bye.

It's do or die time.

Do you want to stop?
Have you heard enough?

I'm not going to stop
until you tell me.

Really, really f*cked.

Oh. £100.

I told you it was
going up a bit.

So what?

I sell shoes online to people
who have a foot fetish.

It's not a crime.

Indeed not.

You clearly didn't want Tobit
Seaton knowing about it.

Why was he following you anyway?

No idea.

I don't trust anyone
in this village,

and I didn't want him or anyone
else knowing my business.

And yet Danny Tarleton knew.
Was he one of your customers?

Danny was the reason
I got into it.

I saw him raiding the recycling,
and he propositioned me.

Asked me then and there.

In return for money,
which you took, because

the taxidermy wasn't thriving.
Is that right?

I was broke and had a fabulous
wardrobe full of shoes,

and I thought, why not?

Everyone in the village
had to do new things.

Be inventive.

Turns out there are a
lot of Dannys out there.

You have to adapt to survive.

And yet there are
regular amounts of money

passing from you
to Mr. Tarleton.

Was he blackmailing you?

Yes. I branched out,
took my feet global.

People will paid
way more than Danny.

Leaving him scrabbling
around in the bins again.

He was furious and knew

I didn't want anyone else
in the village to know.

So yes, I paid him some of
my money to keep him quiet.

That must have been galling.

Did Danny's father find out?

Perhaps you silenced both of them

and then tried to make it look
like both deaths

were somehow connected
to the climate issue.

Look, I sell shoes online.

And, yes, I lobbed a rat
into Rooster's bedroom.

But I didn't k*ll anyone. How
could you even think that?

Because, as you say, you've
got to adapt to survive.

Target reached.
Well done, Speedy.

Do you think it could be her?

She's got motive
for k*lling Danny.

She does.
But then so does Harper Havergal

and pretty much anyone
who's green in the village.

And why would she
k*ll Liam Tarleton?

Where are we at on

the family history
papers he was looking at?

- Still working on it.
- Okay. Well, keep at it.

And chase tech
about Liam's phone.

I need to speak to Tobit Seaton.

Spying on people?
Not very ethical or idealistic.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Then allow me to
confiscate your camera

and look at everything on it.

What happened to your hand?

Fell over.

It looks like an electric
shock mark to me.

Did you try to break
into Birch Barn?

We could look for fingerprints

or, to be more precise,
footprints.

Or you could start
telling the truth.

Why the surveillance?

For the village.

For Brian.

To see who's...
breaking the rules.

And what does Brian do
with that information?

He shows them the proof,

Then imposes sanctions
or fines them.

The money goes into the pot to
help with the eco stuff we need.

An ecologically sound
neighborhood watch scheme.

I guess.

Surveillance is one thing,
but breaking and entering,

that's a criminal offense.

Why Ken Makoto?

Because he's an
outsider to the village.

No one really knows
why he's here.

Do you?

No, I do not.

All the same,
I'll need to take those pictures

as potential evidence.

Tobit Seaton's camera.

Let's access his photos and
see if there are any old ones.

- You cr*ck the puzzle yet?
- No.

I can confirm that
Harper Havergal did help

Liam Tarleton and Dougie
Harlin with their research.

The handwritten note matched
her signature on her website,

but I don't really know
what I'm looking for here.

I mean, I was never very good
at history, let alone Latin.

- Latin?
- Well, the claim on the land

revolves around a family tomb
in the grounds of the church.

These documents that seem to
have come from Rooster Harlin,

well, they Tr*mp
the original lease

to state that the village
is owned in perpetuity

by the family named on the tomb.

- Which is?
- Illegible.

What's left looks like
M-A, but it's hard to tell,

and the rest of the lettering is obscured,
perhaps deliberately.

Can't be Makoto, can it?

Malcolm?

Oh, and the inscription also
says "gratia et dignitas."

"Grace and dignity," Winter.

Yeah, I know, I-I looked it up.

Oh, and I spoke to the
owner of Birch Barn

about the security there,

and they apologized
that there wasn't any.

So whatever there is, Ken
Makoto brought with him.

There's something about
him that doesn't add up.

How can a student afford
high-tech security?

How sensitive can
this research be?

I've already requested
his student ID.

Oh, and get this.
The environmental group

that published Lana
Markham's research?

The one in Texas?

Rooster Harlin recently
became a member.

It seems that he had something
of a conversion in recent years,

so his environmental credentials

aren't quite as bad as
everyone seems to think.

But... why let everyone think the opposite?
Why not explain?

I'm not sure. Good cover maybe

while he's trying to
track down his brother?

Ah, coffee.

You're not allowed coffee, sir.

No. Fleur has confirmed
that Ken Makoto's coffee

is a special blend
made in Austin, Texas.

So... So Ken has
coffee from Texas.

Lana Markham's research
has fans there,

and Rooster Harlin lives there.

There must be a connection.

Well, we know there's
a connection between

Rooster and Lana
because of his brother, but

where does Ken Makoto fit in?

Checking your steps, Speedy?

Checking the time, actually.

The chili competition
is about to start,

and I suspect our presence
there might be a good idea.

What's going on?

Catching up with Tobit.

Turns out Rooster Harlin
is Dougie's brother.

Don't know what Rooster's
doing here, though.

Didn't Dougie leg it?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

Anyway, see you later.

Was it you who took pictures
of me and gave them to dad?

They were taken on
your camera, right?

We're meant to care for
the environment, Harper.

Do something good.

Grubby, though, isn't it?

You're a snake,

sneaking about,
following me, grassing on people.

You and me were
meant to be a team.

I thought you had my back.

You're no better than the rest of us,
you know, you and Lana.

- You think you are, but you're not.
- I am, Harper.

I'm way better than you,
'cause I'm genuine,

and I'll stop at nothing
to promote the cause.

It's called commitment,
and it's called

being authentic.

Whatever.

Just warming up
for the big event.

Hey, you participating?

No, I think I'll skip this one.

It's one thing
losing to Liam Tarleton,

but losing to a Texan?
Imagine the shame.

You'll be fine, darling.
Don't you worry.

You're hotter than
a burnt bagel.

Final entry?
Aldo's all-time greats.

Time to find out
who the winner is.

Those aren't allowed,
I'm afraid.

Why? Is this a fix,
what with Brian in charge?

Now, you know I'm trustworthy.

Unlike you.

Here's what was in that
package that was sent to you.

Manufactured capsicum to
make your chilies hotter

by unnatural and illegal means.

Those are banned.
So are you.

Not participating
in the competition?

Too busy saving
the world, right?

You trying to bait me?

No.

I'm trying to build
a bridge with you.

I'm not good with bridges.
Best leave it.

- The thing is...
- I said just leave it.

Champion chili
eating contestants,

take your places, please.

Oh, come, now,
we need more than three.

We've got three seats to fill.
Who else will go?

Come on, let's fill them up.
Ladies, come on.

Any more for me? Yeah.
Thank you very much.

How marvelous. And you, sir,
with your red chili... No?

I believe we have Detective
Sergeant Winter to join us.

You can... You can
complete the lineup.

Now, Mr. Harlin, would you be
so kind as to do the honors?

I'd love to.

I'll show you, Dixie Havergal.

You can't do that, Aldo.
You're banned.

Watch me!

I need to confirm,
but cause of death seems clear...

Heart att*ck brought on by the
intense heat of what he ate.

- Death by chili.
- Can chilies do that?

Not your regular chili, no.

But chilies dripping in 8-Methyl-
N-Vanillyl-6-nonenamide

significantly raise the
risk of heart att*ck,

particularly in men and
women of a certain age

or those with underlying
health issues.

Capsaicin,

the chemical that gives
chilies their heat,

which even from a
cursory examination,

I'd say this chili
was doused in.

So he was deliberately poisoned.

Question is,
was he the real target?

Were all the chilies laced,
or just the one Mr. McLean ate?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Let Fleur examine
them in the lab.

Well, Dixie Havergal
certainly knew about the hot stuff.

Because she banned Mr. McLean
from the competition.

Exactly.

Ah, that's tech.

Last call that Liam Tarleton
made was to the pub.

Did you tamper with
the chilies in any way?

Of course not.

I was next in line,
for crying out loud.

Perhaps only one of the
chilies was poisoned.

Question is whether Aldo McLean

was the target or Rooster.

Of course, you didn't see
eye to eye with either.

Why would Dixie do such a thing?

- She just wouldn't.
- Well, perhaps you would, then.

You spy on the rest
of the village,

getting Tobit Seaton
to gather surveillance.

It's very controlling.

I'm protecting this village,
maintaining the Havergal legacy.

According to what you think.

A-According to what
the Havergals have done

for centuries, actually.

Yes, about that.

The last call that Liam Tarleton
made was to the pub.

Did you take it?
Did either of you take it?

Mr. Havergal, who else
might answer the phone?

It's just us.

We get busy.
We're on the go.

Pulling pints, chatting to people,
serving food.

Sometimes...
we don't answer the phone.

Is that right?

Where are these from?

The memory card on
Tobit Seaton's camera.

Dougie Harlin was
clearly popular.

Maybe this isn't
about climate change

or ownership of the village.

I'm not sure, but
maybe it's about love.

Talking of photos,
that's Ken Makoto.

Don't tell me.

A Japanese student at Tokyo
University doing a PhD

- on cobalt in Uzbekistan.
- Yeah.

So the only thing we know
for sure about our Ken Makoto

is that he isn't Ken Makoto.

Correct.

So who is he?

I'll speak to him.

That environmental
group in Austin, Texas,

do we have a list
of board members?

Focus on Liam
Tarleton's research.

The key to all of this
lies somewhere in there.

Dougie Duke Harlin
came to Goodman's Land

to research his family history.
Maybe he discovered something.

Then why run away?

I mean, there's no trace of him.
No bank card usage.

Hasn't shown up
on any databases.

The only thing we know about
him is that he disappeared.

Like Liam Tarleton, maybe
he discovered something,

something someone didn't like.

You suggesting we might have
another body to contend with?

I'm considering all possibilities,
Winter.

Well, if you're right, then
Lana Markham has a motive.

She told us herself that
she gave him an ultimatum.

One thing at a time.

What if Danny
Tarleton wasn't k*lled

because of anything to
do with climate change?

What if he was k*lled because
of the land that he was planning

to dig up?
Such a beautiful spot. An Eden.

That would put Tobit
Seaton firmly in the frame.

Or anyone else who had
something to hide there.

What are you thinking, sir?

I'm thinking there's
a lot of people

pretending to be
what they're not.

Don't you knock?

I think the time
for pleasantries is over.

Ah. Two cups of Texan coffee.

You can come out now,
Mr. Harlin.

I checked out the environmental
group in Austin, Texas,

the board members and the sole
funder above them, Niko Akabane,

a reclusive Japanese
billionaire,

one of the youngest ever.
Made his money from tech

and now wants to focus on
reversing climate change.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Akabane.

You are the person who's
actually buying the village,

aren't you?

- Yeah.
- Why don't you just come clean

and tell everyone who you are?

'Cause I'm not a people person.

Ironic for someone
trying to save the world.

This village is the heart
of everything I believe in,

a perfect test case study

for how climate change
can be reversed.

Lana's research
was ignored here,

but Rooster's brother
sent it to me.

Without her knowing?

She has no idea.

Niko tried to find Dougie.
Couldn't.

He came across me instead.

I needed to know if Lana's research
here was on the money.

It is.
I needed to check it out myself.

And you needed a
smokescreen, a front man.

Who better than me?

A bankrupt former oil man
wanting to find his brother

and... and pay something back.

I was more than
happy to flush out

who's really into a green future
and who's just pretending.

Aldo McLean, God rest his soul,
gave us the lowdown.

We think that chili he
swallowed was intended for you.

That possibility
had crossed my mind.

You're the detective, Sherlock.

Who you think was behind this?

Before I answer that,

can I ask a question
about your brother?

If he was involved with Lana,
do you believe

that he would just take off
and leave without a word?

No, I do not.

Look, Dougie was a ladies' man
and a free-spirited traveler,

but he was also a gentleman.

A ladies' man, was he?

Yes, indeed.

But we were brought up properly.
It's our family motto.

Gratia et dignitas,
grace and dignity.

Vir bonus facit.
"Makes a good man."

"Good man."

I'm sorry to tell you,
Mr. Harlin,

but I think the person
who k*lled Aldo McLean

and the Tarletons might also
have k*lled your brother.

Sir, I think I've cracked it.
Meet me at the church.

Winter?

Winter?

It'll be okay.

You'll be alright.

We can talk it through.

Winter, are you okay?

Ugh, yeah. Ohh.

Mr. Havergal,
who were you talking to?

Uh, I-I-I just
found him out here.

I-I was taking him inside
to take a look at him.

Lying and assaulting
a police officer?

I should arrest you
right now, Mr. Havergal.

I'm sorry.

I can explain.

W-Why don't we go to the pub?
We could all do with a drink.

One second, Mr. Havergal.

Why are we here, Winter?
Because of the inscription?

Yeah. The M-A on
the family crest,

I think it's H-A.

Of course it is. Havergal.
I've said it all along.

Or Harlin.

And the... the
lettering that's worn,

it looks like there's an L.

And I think the Goodman
of Goodman's Land

was a Harlin all along.

That's what Liam Tarleton
pieced together.

As did Dougie Duke
four years ago.

Quite a family gathering.

She has nothing to do with this.

This all started when Danny Tarleton
drunkenly bragged

about plans to build
a motor racing circuit, didn't it?

You lied when you said you
didn't know about his plans.

You couldn't have him digging
up that field, could you?

So you stole the weather
vane and lay in wait.

Is everything alright?

Hello? Is everything okay?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

And what's she doing here?

I admit it. I did it.

I k*lled them.
I k*lled them all.

You said that you
didn't answer the phone

to Liam Tarleton.

I lied. I did.

No, you didn't.

It was you who answered the
phone to Liam, wasn't it?

What's going on?

Liam Tarleton discovered

that the village actually
belongs to the Harlins.

So he rang the pub to tell you,
because he knew

that you'd worked on the
original research with Dougie.

Hello?

But you couldn't have
Liam telling everyone.

So you intercepted and
k*lled him with equipment

grabbed in passing before
making it back to the pub

before anyone missed you.

Only word spread
that Rooster Harlin

was none other than
Dougie's brother.

New problem. If Rooster
started digging, what to do?

Presumably you saw the
contents of the package

that was delivered to Aldo.

And decided to try
to poison Rooster.

But Aldo McLean was
k*lled by mistake.

So what's in that field,
Miss Havergal?

A body?
Someone you knew well?

Someone who's been missing,
perhaps?

Whose body? Tell me.

Did you know that your daughter

was in love with
Dougie Duke Harlin?

You're mine!

Dougie?

Dougie?

You and Dougie?

You were too young for him.
It never would have worked.

So you did know.

I recognize heartbreak
when I see it.

I just thought he...
he'd left.

This isn't just about
ownership of the village.

This is about love, isn't it?

Not just any love,
but first love.

And
if Danny Tarleton dug up

the land around
Tobit Seaton's shack,

- he would have found...
- Don't! Stop.

What did you do to Dougie?

What did I do to him?

I loved him, that's what I did.

No, we... we teased each other

about who really
owned the village,

the... the Harlins
or the Havergals.

But if we were together,
it wouldn't have mattered.

I loved him so much.

But he wouldn't see it.

You wanted him
and the village?

Yes, I-I wanted to be someone.
Somebody.

You know, all my life,
I'd been told I can be whatever

I wanted to be,
have whatever I wanted.

And that was it.

But he rejected you.

Yes.

For her.

No, he came to me,

and he said he knew for
sure about the claims,

that it wasn't ours
and that it was his.

And that he loved...

Lana.

No, I pleaded with him.

But he said that we
were just a bit of fun.

And that we were over.

And in that moment,
your whole world crumbled.

You'd lost the village
and Dougie.

That's when you changed.

You became... this.

I had nothing left.

I need to know where Dougie is.

He's buried behind the shack.

Where the fire pit was.

His favorite place.

It's over.

Forensics have started
digging in the field

behind Tobit Seaton's
shack.

Over 10,000?

And some.

I even got congratulations.

From Sarah?

No, the app.

I'm very sorry about Dougie.

Me, too.

And I'm sorry I doubted him.

All that matters now
is that you continue

with your work in his memory.

Dougie would want that.

I hope we can
ensure your research

gets the attention it deserves.

We'll roll it out to the world.

I don't know what to say.

One small concern,
if I might interject.

Mr. Akabane here
has bought a village

that actually belongs to you.

How are you going
to resolve that?

Oh, I don't know.

We'll think of something.

Either way,
it's going to be greener than ever.

Absolutely.

We never did finish
our competition.

Great Britain versus America.

You know you want to.

No pressure, Winter.

It's only national pride
you're playing for.

Okay.

Let's do it.

God's earth!

Well. Yee-haw.

Let's get you a pint
on the way home.

I might even buy this one.


Yeah. Well, it's a bit of
a work in progress



until we get the website
mock-ups, you know.



Of course. I can chase Jason,
see where he's at with that.



Yes.



Is there anything else
you would like to cover?



No, I think that's everything.



OK. 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 going to be a blast.



No retreat! No surrender!



Ha-ha. Gotcha.



Did you get the suitcases out?



Huh? Er...



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.



You know, my stomach's
really acting up.



I knew you were going to 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 going to 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.



MUSIC: Christmas Wrapping
by The Waitresses.



♪ Bah Humbug, now that's too strong!



♪ COs 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 already mad rush



♪ just cos it's 'tis the season



♪ The perfect gift fr me would be



♪ Completions and connections... ♪
Merry Christmas!



♪ Left from last year, 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?



I'm Riley.



I'm interning for Mr Stableforth,
which sounds well posh,



but it ain't, cos 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,



cos we're having
lunch on the terrace at one.



How are you with fish?
Chef's making snapper. Ugh...



There we go.



Let's get this party started.



What an absolute Christmas cr*cker.



Ah!



May I say, Bel, how lively you look?



Ah, thank you.



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



Instead of a normal Christmas tree.



Now, apparently,
there's a hotel in New York



spent $10,000 on one of these.



Shut up! Mm. You don't think
it's worth that? There she is.



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 phat of my two ladies?



Yeah.



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



Such a shame your fiance
couldn't make it out. Mm.



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 want to be trapped
on a plane with him when it's



coming out both ends, do you?



Right, then. Introductions.



Mum, Dad. Come and 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.



Marianna. We spoke briefly.



Mwah, mwah.



It's really nice to meet you in person.



Oh, this is just a little, um, yeah...



Just home-made jam.



Oh. Ah.



Ain't that lively?



Get that dawn you, Debs.
Help with the jet lag.



Thanks, Gerry. I need it.



Sir, the food is ready.



Well, I think old A over there



says it's time fr red snappers and
chips.



Let's go eat!



Let's go do this!



Merry Christmas!



Hey.



Hey.



You made it, then?



Yeah.



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 any more, Dave.



Me and you.



We're on totally different pages.



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



You know, if we try. I'm shattered,
Dave.



I didn't sleep on the plane.



I just want an early night.



Sure.



GERRY DISTANTLY: This is wrong!



Can't you see this is plain wrong?!



I'm disappointed!



SHE SIGHS



YELLlNG.



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?
I don't know.



We both heard it, didn't we?
That scream.



Hello!



Hello!



Hello?



Oh, God. Oh!



Oh, my goodness, no!



What is it?



Oh, God, no. It's Dad. Dad!



Dad! Um... We need to call
for an ambulance.



What's happened? It's Gerry!



It-it looks like he's fallen.



Gerry!



There's no signal. I'll head back.



You two go and check on Dad.



Uncle Gerry! Oh, Gerry!



Oh, my goodness. Oh...!



He's still alive.



Gerry, are you all right?
Can you... can you hear us?



GERRY GROANS



It's, uh



behind you.



What?



I... I don't...



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
Honore town Christmas tree.



I would like to thank the children
from the local primary school...



OK, Mum, I don't... No, no.



A wonderful job making the decorations.



CROWD APPLAUDS



Daloris, you've 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.



Oh. 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...



OK, Mum.



Yeah, just text me if there's any
delay. Otherwise, I'll just see you



at the airport.
Hey! Get away from there!



Mum, I have to call you back.
CROWD: Three, two one!



CROWD GROAN



SWITCH CLICKS



The policeman unplugged! Look!



Neville?



Yes?



What are you doing? Uh...



Well, actually, 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.



FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYS, APPLAUSE



I just wanted to say
congratulations, sir.



That was beautifully handled.
No, no, I...



This is direct from the station.
I better take this. Uh...



Well... I...



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 didn't...



Guys.



The paramedics got an accident
and death up in the hills.



Oh, no.



Commissioner?



Victim is Gerard Stableforth,




clothing 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 su1c1de?



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 had had
a long, boozy lunch



in the afternoon.



So maybe he just wasn't clear-headed.



If it was sunset



getting dark.



If we're looking at accidental death,



this is going to 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...
Officer Pryce.



When we found Uncle Gerry,
he could hardly breathe.



He did manage a few words.



What did he say?



Looked straight at Debbie and says...



It's, uh



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"?



RlLEY SIGHS.



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.



NEVlLLE SIGHS.



Long night, eh, sir?



Inspector, Commissioner.



We've got a situation occurring.



One of the witnesses - 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 fr 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 the front of the house
from 8:00 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.



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.



It makes me wonder if there's
more to Gerald's 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 8:00 last night,



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



I'll go and see what's happening.



OK?



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 dawn to the
ravine together.



Yes.



Uh...



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



ECHOlNG SCREAM.



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 fr Miss Clumson
to come here to Saint Marie?



To par-tay.



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.



Oh, we're going to need to



phone around and cancel.



VOICE BREAKlNG: Let them know the news.



Oh, Mum. Hey, hey, sh.



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 don't understand.



How do you mean, missing?



Erm...



The last time your fiance was seen



was at approximately just
after 8:00 last night.



No-one knows where she is
or what's 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?



STAMMERlNG: Oh... Nothing. She...



They were just her client, you know?
It was just a...



It was just a gig, you know?



OK.



Well, if anything occurs,
please let us know,



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



DISCONNECT BEEP



Hold on, love.



I'm coming for you.



KEYBOARD CLACKS



Yeah, the guy's still here.



Something tells me it won't be
for long.



Looks like he's headed your way.



All right. Thank you.



Yes, I appreciate you talking with me.



PHONE BEEPS



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



as a possible m*rder, sir.



There's a lot more going on the day
he d*ed than the family told us.



Go on.



So, I charged the victim's phone
last night and saw there was



one number he called




His lawyer.



What were the calls about?



Gerald Stableforth's company,
Hitman Fashions,



has been in financial difficulty
for some time.



How bad?



$4 million in the red.



NEVlLLE EXHALES.



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.



Dl 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 I...



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



Yeah. Hi, Mum. Hello.



Oh!



Oh, that feels good! Yeah...



Oh.



Oh! And this must be Naomi.



Am I right? Yep.



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



Oh, you too, sweetheart.



Neville didn't tell me how beautiful
you are.



Aw, that... Oh.



Oh. We're hugging, as well...



And who do we have here?



Erm...



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



Oh.



My fiance'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...



Oh.



Thank you, Mrs Parker.



Melanie. Please.



OK. Come on, Mum.



Come on, Dave. Dave...



So, we've leafleted the island with
these missing person flyers,



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?



I no terms of what?



I no terms of getting stuck in
and looking for Deb.



You know, one more body's only
going to 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. Right?



Erm... Dave Chadwick, checking in.



Erm... Excuse me.



I'm going to need to do some
photocopying.



Quite a lot, actually.



OK... just up there.



NEVlLLE STRAlNS.



PANTlNG: 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.



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. Yeah.



Hey, you not put your decks up yet?



Oh... No, I've got to go and
interview this suspect, Mum. Oh.



I'll speak to you later.



PHONE BEEPS Yes, Marlon? Oh...



I'm on my way.



Oh!



Hello, love.



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



Hi. Hello. Can I give you one of these?



Have you seen her at all?



There you are. Thank you.



Hi... Hi.
Have you seen her at all?



Oh, hiya. Do you recognise her?



It was Darlene who found it, sir,
just on the ground over there.



The clasp's broken.



Like it maybe got ripped off
or something.



But... also...



There are some small specks
of blood on it.



OK. Let's get this over to the lab.



And check with Dave Chadwick



if this is definitely his
fiance's bracelet.



OK, sir.



Well, it's definitely hers.



Oh... Man, not her again.



Sir, she has been following us
around all day.



Jabbering on.



You're sure it's hers, honey?



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



We appreciate the help, Ms 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 you're going to have to keep



your distance from this
investigation, OK?



Catch you later, Marlon.



Why would she say that?



You want to 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.



NEVILLE EXHALES



Then where the hell is she?



Have you seen this woman?



No?



Hi. Excuse me. Have you seen her?



Do you recognise that face?



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 want to say thank you.



I know how much you've done
for Neville.



Keeping an eye on him.



Oh, 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.



Look, I'm not going to waste
your time and pretend there



weren't hostilities between me
and Dad the day that he d*ed.



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.



att*ck Stain Remover.



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



I've 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.



Hitman Fashions is still
an active company.



And your new business venture
lives to fight another day.



You still think Dad was m*rder*d?



It wasn't just a tragic accident?



We're very much not ruling it out.



Well, then let me assure you,



I would not k*ll 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 on the island?



Oh, you know



paint the town red, Catherine.



And blue, and green!



Well, the Commissioner, Selwyn, is
having a Christmas Eve drinks party.



Mm-hm.



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



Ooh!



And tomorrow we're having
a Christmas carnival parade



here in Honore.



I like the sound of that.



Hey, hang about.



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



Oh, goodness, he's caught the sun.



Hiya, Dave!



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



Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, Melanie.



I've just...



I've just been handing out these
flyers all day, in the heat.



It's just a bit...



I'll get him a glass of water.



Come 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've 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's very potent,
isn't it?



Hey, 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, yes! Pure rum.



RECORD PLAYS



Mum, on a scale of one to ten,
how worried should I be?



Oh, at least a nine.



Right.



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 creme punch.



Can't let that go to waste.



Sure.



Mum, I'm sorry I'm not going to see
much of you these next few days,



what with the case.



Don't be daft.



Duty calls.



Anyway, my diary's already fully booked.



Catherine's taking me to
the carnival tomorrow,



and she's organised us dates,
a 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.



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



After everything.



Sophie? You've 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.



VEHICLE APPROACHES



MUFFLED CONVERSATION



I've missed you so much.
I've missed you, too.



Is everything good?



Yeah, everything's good.



DOOR SHUTS



Inspector. Sir. Over here.



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.



All 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.



Mm.



Actually, sir, I should just say,
that wasn't my fault.



There were these two young guys...
Yes, yes, yes.



So, the postmortem is in and it
confirms what we suspected.



Victim d*ed due to injuries
sustained during a fall.



Nothing to suggest foul play.



No bruising or fingermarks
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 m*rder*d.



What 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 m*rder.



Yeah.



PHONE RlNGS.



It's Naomi, sir.



Naomi, what have you got?



Been here all night, then?
Mm-hm.



But don't worry.



I'm feeling wide awake and raring to go.



Plus, it was totally worth it.



OK. What have you got?



So, I saw this guy arrive last night.



He's Mariana Stableforth's fiancee.



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.



Work. Oh!



MUSIC: I Want To Go Home
by Derrick Morgan.



♪ I wanna go



♪ I wanna go home... ♪



Your photocopying.



Oh.



Thank you.



Much obliged.



♪ If you see my momma



♪ My dear sister and brother, yay



♪ Tell, Lord,
oh, I want to go... ♪



MUSIC FADES OUT



Callen's not a bad man.



Not really.



He's done some quite bad things,
though.



I 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 already 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 fiance, 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 this PI had got to...



To destroying your
and your fiance'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.



Dl 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 that did it.



Why is that?



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



How was your day? Yeah, it was good.



We had a barbecue and Debbie arrived.



And... MAN SCREAMS.



Did you hear that? What?



Scream.



It was probably just an animal or
something, babe.



Don't worry about it.



See you around, DI Parker.



Well, he seems like a nice chap.



Let's check with both their service
providers



they were on that video
call at the time of the m*rder,



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 Dl Parker.
Where are you right now?



CHEERlNG AND DRUMBEAT.



Thanks for running me home
to change, sir.



CARNIVAL MUSIC



Neville! Neville!



Over 'ere!



Excuse me. Sorry.



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



You've not come for the carnival,
have you?



I'll get you both cocktails. Oh,
sorry, Mrs Parker.



We're here for work. Oh.



You having fun, then? I'm having
the time of my life.



Don't wait up tonight.



Catherine and me are going
bachata dancing.



Yes. It's my favourite dancers.



Claude and Jean Paul.



Yoohoo!



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 there



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
and head back to the hotel?



We'll be in touch. OK?



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
d*ed.



"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."



PHONE DIAL TONE



PHONE RINGS



Saint Marie police,
Officer Price speaking.



Good afternoon, Mar...
Officer Price.



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, OK?



I've heard it so much the last
couple of days, how could I not?



Well, 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 me 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, OK?



The evening Uncle Gerry was k*lled,



in fact, not long before it happened,



I saw Bella angry with him.



Like, seriously angry.



Look, there are children, Gerry, and
you're going to 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 k*lled
Gerry to protect them?



It could be.



She looked so angry.



Look, 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 m*rder.



I don't want to be m*rder victim
number two.



He was a good man, Marlon.



Uncle Gerry.



He did so much to help me.



That family



it 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 m*rder, I take it?



That one of us lot k*lled him?



Increasingly so.



Gerry and I were married
for over 30 years.



If I'd resorted to m*rder 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?



The instinct we have as mothers
to protect our children



it can be overwhelming sometimes.



But it wasn't me that m*rder*d 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, Andre,
was packing up.



He offered me a cigarette.



It was the exact same time when...



GERRY SCREAMS



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 m*rder.



Here.



And you're sure of the time?



All right, Andre,
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 Callen
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 the scream
from inside the villa,



but no-one can vouch fr 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.



None of which explains why
Debbie Clumson



disappeared shortly
after the m*rder took place,



nor, fr that matter, where she is now.



I mean, couldn't really get much
worse, could it?



PHONE RINGS



Hi, Mum. Everything all right?



Er...



I don't believe it.



It were at the carnival. He just
suddenly keeled over, collapsed.



I reckon it's via heatstroke.



For the live 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.



DI Parker.



Is there any more news on Deb?



Er, no, Dave.



Not yet. Sorry.



I'd better get back to it.



I 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 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...
HE COUGHS.



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.



Er, can I help you, madam?



It's Darlene I've come to see.



Oh. This way.



Darlene?



Daloris, what are you doing here?



Is everything OK?



I know this person, Darlene.



Are you sure about that?



So how do you know Debbie Clumson?



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.



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 us straight away,
OK?



It's behind you.



I'm sorry?



It's behind you.



Er, why do you say that, Daloris?



I think that's what I heard her say.



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.



Pssst!



Sarge.



Wake up!



HE SIGHS



You know you work too hard?



Here.



My sister made some Christmas bonbons.



I 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 fiance.



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 live life seem
so easy



and it's always such a struggle
for me?



I don't think Dave's finding it easy
right now.



No. And I wouldn't wish what
he's going through on anyone.



But it's real, isn't it?



It's a real solid live 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 cr*ck on with this.



Not writing a pantomime, are you?



What? "It's behind you."



I remember you and Izzy shouting
that out



at the Palace in Manchester
years ago now.



Mum, you're a genius.



Hey, guys.



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
of 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,



and if that's what happened,



there's only one place she could
have gone.



Inspector?



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.



Is there anything to suggest that
Debbie Clumson



was at Daloris's 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.



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 do 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, 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.



I'm Dl Neville Parker.



DS Naomi Thomas.



I wondered if you'd turn up.



I know we haven't met before,
but 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.



Erm...



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, erm...



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



I was heading back to the villa
when I noticed something



here on the bench.



It was a document folder.



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



with someone and he was waving
something similar, but not long



before we found him.



Do you know who he was with?



So, 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 was so busy.



There were so many people there.



And 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 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 remember 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, er, 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 m*rder
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
att*cked Debbie Clumson.



Was it the same person?



We can only assume it has
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 m*rder*d.



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



Debbie said Gerry was arguing
with someone shortly



before he was k*lled.



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 it's all we've got.



Let's do it.



DRAMATIC MUSIC



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's
one place we haven't looked yet.



What are you doing?



Be careful, that's valuable!



"It's behind you."



It's behind...



Behind you.



Immigration confirmed 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.



$4 million in the red.



LOW WHISTLE Yes.



I will do everything and anything I
can



to stop you from destroying them.



Not one of us is guilty of m*rder.



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 straight away.



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's m*rder?



You have the evidence?



I believe I do, sir.



Riley Biggs. Yes, sir?



How do you fancy helping me out?



What, seriously? Yeah.



I just need you to head dawn
to the ravine,



and when you get there,
just scream. Scream?



Scream your heart out.



Thank you all fr bearing with us.



I think we're about ready to start.



Now,



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



Gerald Stableforth d*ed
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 m*rder*d.



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,
very, very valuable.



Ming Dynasty original.



It's worth close to $6 million,
which is around about



the kind of money that this family
could do with to help them



out of the financial black hole
they find themselves in.



Ha!



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 $6 million vase



from an unwitting victim.



You invited Debbie and her fiance
out here to the Caribbean



fr 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 home town



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 Gerry 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 $6 million



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.



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 a dawn 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 7:45 on the evening
of the m*rder.



Conveniently it's still connected
to the Bluetooth speakers



on the terrace.



Shall we have a listen?



MAN SCREAMS



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 this 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 k*lled 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



m*rder*d your own father.



GERRY SCREAMS



You then both hurried back here
to the villa.



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
att*cked 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 phat.



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...



Behind you.



"It's behind you."



He was trying to help her.



He was trying to save her from being
the victim of a $6 million robbery.



Let's make the first arrests.



Benjamin Stableforth,



I'm arresting you for the m*rder
of Gerald Stableforth.



You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence...



Mum, I'm sorry!



I'm coming with you. Wait!



You OK?



Well, just to say it was a privilege
working with you, partner.



You too, Officer Pryce.



Marlon's fine.



CLEARS THROAT



$6 million?



Flippin' 'eck!



There is some other news
that we have to mention.



Your fiance, 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 fr you, actually.



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



just trying to find you.



Hello?



Dave?



I'll leave you both to it.



HE GROANS
Oh, it's OK. It's OK, it's OK.



Wow.



It turns out you have been a bit
of a hero by all accounts.



I don't know about all that.



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



if you'll give me a chance.



I've really missed you, Dave.



I love you.



I love you, Debbie Clumson.



Come here.



Ah! Oh, I'm sorry.



Don't give up on it.



Love.



I know it's daunting, 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.



The vase that I inherited from
Great Aunt Sylvia,



it's worth $6 million.



What? HE COUGHS.



Take it easy.



♪ People laughing



♪ Children shouting



♪ Gifts start sharing



♪ Parang music playing!
♪ Parang! Parang! Parang!



♪ We come out to have
a good time... ♪



Thank you very much.



Well, I must say, Officer Curtis,



you're looking very nice this evening.



As are you, Officer Pryce.



Well, well...



Oh, hey, team! You're here!



Oh, it's so good to see you.



It's good to see you, too.



Come, come, come, come.



Oh!



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



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



It's called the Crotherin's Cricketer.



The... Erm...



I mean, it's...



Catherine's Christmas cr*cker.



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!



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



Maybe not all of it.



Everyone here's dressed to the nines.



Apart from you.



OK. I 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.



OK. Thanks, Naomi.



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



and Commissioner's mind.



Good luck.



MARLON CLEARS THROAT



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.



OK. What just happened?



MARLON CLEARS THROAT



♪ Here where the sun is shining... ♪



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 the
mistletoe, Neville.



So, new year, new start, yeah?



Yeah.



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



Oh, so am I.



COMMISSIONER CLEARS THROAT



Sir.



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



Especially after you specifically
asked me not



to ruin your evening... again. Mm.



Tell me, Inspector...



Yes, sir?



Did I see DS Thomas
kissing Officer Pryce?



Erm...



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.



Ha! Merry Christmas, sir.



And to you.



HE LAUGHS
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