Death in Paradise

I can't stop looking at it!

It's gorgeous.

And this place ... everything I've ever dreamed of.

Oi! You're marrying me, Darren Moore.

You're mine now, forever!

Coconut?

No, thank you. I've got a coconut...

No, sorry, not really a chilli man myself.

Yes, it looks absolutely delicious, yes...

Not my size, I don't think, no.

Yeah, yeah, perhaps on the way back.

Am I too late?

For afternoon tea?

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm a police officer.

I'm a police officer, and I want a cup of tea.

Well, welcome to the family, Darren.

Cheers. Thanks, Mike.

And don't worry, we'll look after her. You'd better.

To Darren and Lisa. To Darren and Lisa.

Now, everybody back down here in an hour for cocktails. Good idea, come on.

Hurry up.

Come on, let's go.

Hi.

OK, so...

Your biggest cocktail.

You know, umbrellas, swizzle sticks, rum, tequila...

whatever you've got, just chuck it in,

set fire to the thing if you want and bring it to the table,

because I ... I am so loving this place.

You've been looking at your watch every five minutes since lunch...

so I followed you. That is totally underhand.

Excuse me, sir, I didn't sneak away from work.

I just wanted a decent cup of tea.

Alone. You think I'm happy with this?

I'm stuck with you, you with me.

Thanks for reminding me. The way I see it, we may as well make the best of it.

Starting with...

That!

Did you see that?

Yes.

Please report current situation. Can you confirm ETA? Over.

Body bagged and on gurney, estimated arrival...

Victim fell from the fifth floor, the VIP suites.

On her wedding day.

We need statements from the staff and witnesses

and a forensics and scene of crime team assembled.

Then there's the family.

Well, that's the forensics and crime scene team assembled.

Is that CCTV camera recording? Yes, sir.

Hang on.

Good afternoon, my name is William and I'm the butler for this floor.

May I show you to Suite 502?

You reckon they give special rates to cops?

Dwayne, I don't think I could afford even the special rates.

So, what do we...

Right.

So, if the victim was shot and fell from the balcony...

What was that sticking out of her, a, erm, harpoon?

It was probably a bolt fired from a Predator 4500 spear gun...

the yellow striped model.

You can tell that, can you? Yes.

Because you snorkel?

No, because it is what it says down the side.

Right, everyone, start bagging evidence,

I want it logged and back to the station pronto.

OK, so that was the victim's room, was it?

No, sir. The bridal suite is over there.

So whose room's this? That was vacated this morning.

The maid had cleaned it ... it was empty.

Then how did the victim get into it?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Right, so if she was murdered in there

and this is the bridal suite, what else have we got?

This is the best man, Mr Adam Fairs.

And here?

This is Sally Watson, Lisa Watson's sister and chief bridesmaid.

And the mother and father of the bride, Mr and Mrs Watson.

How long have...? Could anyone have used these stairs?

No, sir, those doors are alarmed. But are they?

Yes. And yet...

Yes.

So, the killer couldn't have got in that way ... or out that way.

But the question still remains...

how did the victim get into a room she didn't have a key to?

I thought you said this room had been cleaned? Yes, sir.

This is a "cleaning in progress" label, why

hasn't it been removed? I wouldn't know.

Do you think that's important? I wouldn't ask otherwise, would I?

OK. Could you excuse us just for a moment?

I am a detective sergeant in the Sainte-Marie Police Force.

I graduated top of my year,

I have three commendations for bravery, I have been shot twice,

and I could almost certainly beat you in a fist fight.

Whereas you ... you are a rude man, you are

ignorant, full of your own self-importance,

expecting everyone to follow you around and hang on your every word.

From now on you'll treat me with a little more respect,

or I'll be forced to forget I'm a police officer, OK?

After you.

First question ... where on Earth would the killer get a spear gun from?

In the Caribbean?

Do you have a diving school?

Yes, ma'am.

How could anyone do such a thing?

Darren!

It's OK, I'll go.

Diving's a popular activity with your guests, is it?

Yes, sir. Particularly with the female guests.

Why's that?

William, I've told you,

if you want the ladies you've got to get a new look.

I wouldn't know, sir.

Stefan, I presume?

Yes.

Detective Inspector Richard Poole.

The hotel has 15 spear guns.

Are they all there? I'll let you know tomorrow.

Can't you just count them now? Some might be in the hotel workshop.

I'll let you know in the morning when they open.

Did you take Lisa Moore out diving? Or Lisa Watson, as she was?

I don't think so, I'll check the hotel booking form. Tomorrow?

I understand your diving school's very popular with the hotel's female guests.

The coral is beautiful ... women appreciate beauty.

Must be very distracting for you, teaching

women to dive, in their bikinis, all day.

Ever had a relationship with one of the female guests?

Womanising diving instructor?

It's a little cliched, don't you think? Did you carve all these?

Yeah, you like them?

Very much.

So!

That's the inventory for the spear guns and the booking forms,

and all by first thing tomorrow, if you would, thank you.

Here.

So, here is the bridal party returning from the beach.

Hey, hey, pause that! Go back a few seconds.

There, look.

The bride just said something to the best man.

What's his name? Adam Fairs.

Play it again, would you?

Run it on.

OK, so the bridal party are all on the floor, what happens next?

No-one comes or goes for five minutes.

What?

Your behaviour with Jacques Cousteau back there.

Did you give him your number? No. I gave him yours.

Look you can't just go picking up... Just relax, OK?

Who's that?

The maid, Margaret Du Bois.

She's already on the VIP floor but this is her leaving.

And no-one uses the lift either to go up

to the VIP suites or to leave until 15:10.

Lisa Moore is killed about now, so watch.

OK then, pause that.

That's everyone, isn't it?

How do you mean? Well, no-one could have

used the stairs, no-one came up in the lift,

so, one of those six people killed Lisa Moore.

OK, things that don't make sense ... why a spear gun?

It's not the easiest weapon to get in and out of a room, is it?

And why was a "cleaning in progress" label left on the handle of the room?

Can't that just have been a mistake? A mistake?

Yeah. Bit of a coincidence, don't you think? Why not?

I don't believe in coincidences.

These are the names of the wedding party,

I'd like you to get onto DCI Roy Halliwell in London.

Tell him I'd consider it a personal favour

if he'd run them through the computer.

Thanks, Fidel.

So what are we doing?

Right, yes. Well, I think first 'we' should go and talk to the family.

We're very sorry for your loss,

but we have a few questions we need to ask.

Surely you're not saying any of us are under suspicion?

At this stage we're simply trying to establish the facts of the case.

Do you know anyone who'd want to harm your daughter?

It was obviously a madman or disgruntled hotel employee.

Nonetheless, in order to do our job we need to establish

where everyone was at the time of your daughter's death.

Of course. We'll do everything we can to help.

So, Mr Watson.

Well, we all just came back up to change after the wedding.

May I take your leis?

Can I offer you a cocktail?

Thank you.

And where were you, Mrs Watson?

I was out on the balcony.

Did you see your daughter fall from the balcony?

She's not her daughter.

I am, though. Sally, please. Not now.

Lisa's mother died when she was young.

When I met Diana, she already had Sally.

So Lisa was your step-daughter?

When I saw her... lying on the rocks like that I...

I started to scream and I couldn't stop.

And, William? You heard the scream? Yes, sir.

I was making cocktails when I heard Mrs Watson.

I believe Mr Watson came from the bedroom as I came from the kitchen.

Darren, this is the police.