Death in Paradise

Hello, and welcome to Hotspots, which this week comes to you from

the beautiful island of Saint Marie.

This pint-sized resort may be small, but it has all the trappings

of the more familiar Caribbean holiday destinations.

Namely, sun, sea and sand by the bucketful. And...

What is that line?

Sorry, guys. Reset, everyone, let's go again.

Yeah, and if you fancy a break from the wind and rain and

checking out this fantastic hot spot... I've got it!

It's almost seven, we're not going to complete.

Then we go over. I need these shots, Pippa.

This is the third night this week, we're not doing it gratis again.

Tell you what, how about the few beers on wrap instead? My treat.

There are union rules about overtime, Bill.

I know there are, Terry, old boy.

But you know what they say about rules, don't you?

If there's a free beer, I'm in. Let's just get this done and dusted.

That's the spirit, Andy. Catrina, love, you ready? Sets... and action.

Hello, and welcome to Hotspots, which this week comes to you

from the beautiful island of Saint Marie...

People assume that all my job entails is pressing play and record.

But there is a real craft.

Do you think someone should go and rescue that bartender? Probably.

Bagsie not me. 12 series of this show -

I'm done with the dreary old bugger.

If only he wasn't so damn good at his job.

Fancy another?

Go on, then, a quick one - got to be up early to Skype the wife and kids.

Quick one it is.

You do know that you two ladies are

the hardest working woman in television? We do.

And I'm going to remind you of that fact the next time we

negotiate my fee bill.

Oh, Lord, I've gone and done it now, haven't I?

Great.

Thank you so much, Pippa. I think I'm going to call it a night.

See you in the morning. Night, gents. Night. Night.

Night, Terry! Night.

Yeah, we're just about to leave, so we'll be there in 20.

Morning, morning. All present and correct?

No Catrina.

It's not like her to be late. I'll give her a call.

Bill...

Oh, God!

She's dead, Bill.

Morning, sir. Hey, Jack. Morning.

Shouldn't you two be boarding a ferry right about now?

Not if I can't find my passport. Elusive things, passports.

I used to drive Mrs Mooney up the wall, rooting around

in the kitchen drawer with the taxi waiting outside.

Whereas I always say, a holiday's not really a holiday

unless it begins with a blazing row.

What is that? A mongoose? Yeah. Either that or a polecat.

I'm not entirely sure, to be honest with you, Patrice.

Whatever he is, his name is Sherman. I found it!

Why do you have a...

..whatever that is? Yeah, there's a tale to be told there, Florence.

But don't you have a romantic weekend to be getting on with?

And if you need me, sir, I'll have my mobile on at all times.

You'll do no such thing, just enjoy yourself. And that's an order!

Morning, sir! Morning JP, Ruby. Morning, sir.

We just got a call reporting a dead body being washed up on the

beach of Paradise...

Well, sweet Mary, what the hell is that?

His name is Sherman. He'll be keeping us company

for the next couple of weeks. I'll explain it all later.

Sounds like we need to get to the Paradise Bay Hotel. Yes.

So, he done that before - you know, bring a little friend to work?

Nope, that is a new one. The victim's name is Catrina McVey.

She was here on the island filming a holiday programme called Hotspot.

Yeah, I know the one. Siobhan used to watch it,

planning the summer hols.

Catrina McVey, she was the presenter, right? I believe so, sir.

She would have been only in her 20s, the poor girl.

Always seemed a friendly sort, you know, on the telly.

So, what do we think has occurred here?

Well, sir, her clothes are over there.

Seems she got undressed and went for a swim.

Paramedics are calling it accidental drowning.

And do we know when it happened? They're estimating late last night.

And no-one was with her? Not according to her colleagues.

The weather last night - wasn't stormy, was it?

Nope, it was definitely a hot one.

This bay here is pretty well sheltered. Yes, it is, sir.

Well, that is odd, isn't it? Catrina is young, fit, healthy.

This stretch of sea is calm as bath water.

There's no obvious head injuries to suggest

she got into any sort of trouble, so...

How come she drowned?

Ruby, there should be a magnifying glass in the crime scene kit.

JP, have a quick flick through the victim's clothes, would you?

Sir, there's nothing but her room key.

I was right about her not just suddenly drowning.

Faint traces of fingermarks on her shoulders,

some tearing to the skin on the neck.

Same kind of markings you'd find if someone was forcing you down

under the water. So, Catrina's death WASN'T an accident?

I think someone did this to her.

I'll have a chat with her colleagues. You can release

the body, finish processing the scene, and then when you get

a chance, will you talk to the hotel staff and guests? See if anyone

saw Catrina on the beach last night. Yes, Inspector Mooney. Will do, sir.

So, I'm right in thinking that you were all with Catrina last

night, before she went to her room?

Bill had arranged some beers for us on wrap. Officially speaking,

we should have all been paid overtime. Not now, Terry, old chap.

And Catrina was the first to go up?

Night, gents. Night. Night, Terry!

We stayed for another half an hour.

Then we all headed to our rooms. Right.

Did any of you see her after that?

And I wonder, did Catrina know anybody else here on Saint Marie?

No-one. We only arrived the day before yesterday.

And we've pretty much all been together since we got here.

Have you now? Hmm. That's interesting.

How have things been between you all - you know, during the shoot?

Considering we've been living in each other's pockets the last

three months, I'd say we got on pretty darn well. Right.

That's grand.

Is something wrong, Inspector? No. It's just...

Well, you should know, we're treating Catrina's death

as a murder. Crikey! What, you think one of us did it?

Well, it's something we have to consider.

Why would any of us do that?

She was a damn good sort, that girl - kind, caring,

not a whiff of ego in her bones.

Well, only time will tell. Thank you for your time.

OK, so this is our second case together, Ruby.

And I really want us to focus on our organisational skills.

The key to good policing is to always be methodical.

That it is, JP, that it is. Good. So, we're going to do this room by room.

I'll need the name and room number of everyone we speak to.

You start this end, I'll start that.

Got it. All right. Excuse me, sir!

We're investigating a crime

that happened here at the hotel last night.

Now, where were you around about midnight? I don't know. Psst! JP!

Uh, hold on for one second, please. Sure. Thank you.

What's the problem?

I seem to have forgotten my notepad, so I was wondering if I might

borrow a piece of paper, please.

Sorry, JP, won't happen again.

Um, sorry about that.

So, as I was saying, we are investigating a crime that

happened here at the hotel last night.

Where exactly were you...?

Thank you very much, sir. You're welcome. All right.

JP, you got a minute? Give us a hand searching the victim's room.

Yeah, sure. Great.

Only one glass - suggests she didn't have company.

Have a look in her suitcase there. Yes, sir.

Hmm...

She made a phone call last night to a man called Jake Harrington,

half ten.

That's not long before she was drowned. We should get in touch.

Yeah, see what that was all about. Yes, sir.

Now, what's this?

She's been all over the place the last few months.

Morocco, Cuba, Florida. That is some job, that is -

travelling the world and getting paid for it. Lucky beggars.

JP, with Florence away, I might need you to step up over the next

few days. Fancy taking on a bit more responsibility?

Yes, sir, very much so, thank you. Good man.

Let's see if we can't crack this one together, eh? Yes, sir.

OK...

Inspector. Commissioner!

Your desk appears to have a small furry animal upon it.

Your powers of perception are, as ever, faultless.

Commissioner, meet Sherman.

Might I ask why it is you're in possession of this thing?

Well, what it is, I nipped into the barber's last night on the way home

for a quick trim, and got inveigled into a high-stakes game of dominoes.

So, you won it?

No, Darnell from the post office won it, but turns out,

Darnell's wife, she's not exactly an animal lover,

so I've been lumped baby-sitting the furry fellow until

Mrs Darnell comes around to the idea of having a pet in the house.

Was there something I could do for you, Commissioner?

I had the Minister for Tourism on the phone.

The woman whose body was found this morning, she was part of a

television crew over here filming a holiday programme.

That's right - Hotspots.

Goes out on the Holiday Channel, it's actually quite good.

The Minister is keen, with such a spotlight thrown on the island,

that the makers of this TV show should see us at our very best

as we respond to this tragic situation.

Would you care for me to go through what we have so far? Yes, Inspector.

Now, our victim is one Catrina McVey, 32 years old,

born and raised in Aberdare in Wales.

Catrina left school at the age of 16,

she worked at a variety of jobs until her early 20s, and then

she saw an advert for a job at a production company based in Bristol.

And that would be Pathway Productions? That's right, yes.

That's this fella's baby, Bill Calder.

He founded the company in 2011, made the Hotspots pilot in 2012.

Since then, there have been 12 series. And your suspects?

Well, Bill Calder himself. An old hand, as they say.

Much like yourself, Commissioner.

Pippa Mayhew, she's the show's production coordinator.

Privately educated, I reckon our Pip is a bit of a poshie.