Death in Paradise

Listen to me, please. I know he didn't do this.

We need to do something. Do you know what's been going on?

Then we need to talk.

I'm following Patrice in his car.

We're heading north, out of Belle Mer.

Please, please call me.

Patrice? It's me.

Do you know something about Harrison?

Agh!

Patrice!

This is Jack Mooney's phone.

Please leave a message after the tone.

You're quiet, sir.

Me? No, just...

Usually, when you solve a case,

you get a genuine sense of closure, you know?

And you're not feeling that with the Tiana Palmer case?

No. I'm not.

It's DS Cassell.

Hey, Sarge.

Is everything all right?

She's hurt.

What? She says she's been shot.

What?! She's what? Where is she?

I should've stayed outside.

Waited for you.

No, no, no, no, that's OK, Sarge.

Just tell me where you are, and we'll be straight there.

I don't know.

Followed Patrice. North.

Can you describe where you are at all?

It's empty.

Sarge? Sarge!

She's not responding.

Did she say where she is?

Yeah, she said that she followed Patrice somewhere north.

She said it was empty.

There's a map in the Jeep.OK.

Florence's voicemail said she overheard Patrice on the phone

arranging to meet someone, so she followed him.

Well, this is the only place north of Belle Mer.

It's an old boat yard.

Look, there's Patrice's car.

You two take the back. But be careful, whoever did this might still be in there.

She said an empty room.

Florence!

Oh, no! Florence?

Can you hear me?

JP! Sir?

Tell me if you can hear what I'm saying, Florence.

Sir... You're going to be all right.

OK.

Oh!

Just stay awake now, Florence. You're going to be fine.

JP!

Did you see who did this to you, Florence?

No.OK, don't worry, just stay with me.

Stay still. I've got you, Florence.

You're going to be OK.

Just through here. This way, JP!

It looks like a single bullet wound to the stomach. She's conscious.

How is she, sir?

I don't know, JP. She's alive.

Sir, I think you need to see something.

It'll have to wait, JP. Sir, it can't wait!

Oh, God, no, Patrice!

There's bruising to his left temple, so whoever did this hit him.

Do you think this is connected to the Tiana Palmer case?

I do, sir, yes.

Harrison Green was arrested just over an hour ago.

Even though he admitted he did it,

Patrice here was convinced Harrison was innocent.

Harrison is not a killer. I've known him all my life.

Florence overheard Patrice on the phone to someone...

talking about Harrison.

Then we need to talk.

And he arranged to meet whoever it was here.

Yeah, I know it. 20 minutes.

DS Cassell followed him, and...

The rest you know.

Sir...

I checked the last dialled number on Patrice's phone,

It's a landline for the villa on Rosalie Island.

Ewan Boyd's place?

Who's Ewan Boyd?

Ewan Boyd owns a lucrative financial investment company.

A millionaire many times over.

And he lives on this Rosalie Island?

He divides his time between New York, London

and, erm, his Caribbean bolthole, as I believe he calls it.

Is he there at the moment?

I heard mention he's back.

Anyone else live there? He usually arrives with some sort of entourage.

There's something in that bag.

Strange.

A cushion?

Yeah. Pretty good fabric, too.

Why would someone put a lovely-looking cushion in a bag,

then throw into the sea?

Because perhaps they didn't want it any more?

Captain says we'll be at Rosalie Island

in ten minutes, Inspector.

Which way to the house?

I'll show you.

It seems we have company.

I'll deal with it.

Afternoon.

I'm Frances Compton.

How can I be of help?

Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.

We'd like to speak to everyone currently residing at that house

about an incident that occurred on Saint Marie this afternoon.

Please, come this way.

Ewan Boyd.

Welcome to Rosalie Island, Inspector.

Well, I appreciate you finding the time to talk to us, Mr Boyd.

No, Ewan, please.

What's this all about, then? It's the police, Martin.

They're here to talk to us about a murder on Saint Marie.

Christ. This is going to be fun, then.

This is Martin Stow, Inspector.

He heads up my legal team.

Yes, excuse the clobber,

but you catch me on one of the rare occasions

when I managed to make it into the gym.

Three days ago, a young woman by the name of Tiana Palmer was murdered,

we believe by her boyfriend, Harrison Green.

Either of those two names mean anything to you?

We... know Harrison.

We use his water-taxi to get to and from the mainland.

And you all used it?

Well, Frances and Ewan probably more than me, but...

Are you sure it was him? He seemed like a very pleasant kid.

Well, he's just confessed to it.

But since then, there's been another murder. Bloody hell!

And just to be clear, none of you have come across Tiana Palmer?

No.

No, I don't know her.

Never met the girl. Pretty, though.

I'm sorry, what does any of this have to do with us?

After Harrison was arrested, his best friend,

a man called Patrice Campbell,

phoned this villa here.

Patrice spoke to whoever it was who answered the phone

and arranged to meet them on Saint Marie to talk about Harrison.

My DS followed Patrice to that meeting,

and both of them were shot.

And the call to this villa was made at...

1.30 this afternoon.

And lasted for...

Oh.

Two minutes, three seconds.

So it follows that one of you answered the phone.

One of you spoke to Patrice Campbell.

Well, I know I didn't.

I did hear the phone ring, but I was busy working...

so I... I didn't pick it up.

I assumed someone else answered.

I was taking a... siesta after lunch...

so all too happy to let it ring out.

So you're saying there was no-one else here, on the island,

yet none of you answered the call made by Patrice Campbell?

And tell me, does anyone here own a gun?

Sorry, who do you think we are?

It's OK, Martin. The Inspector's just doing his job.

No. No, Inspector, none of us owns a gun.

Right, and did anyone here leave the island in the last two hours?

Uh-uh.

Out of curiosity,

if you did need to get over to the mainland, do you have the means?

Well, we have a small tender, but it's being serviced on Saint Marie.

Although, the previous owners left a little skiff behind,

but that had a hole in it, right?

Chucked it out, few years back.

So there you go, Inspector.

We don't have a gun and we don't have a ruddy boat,

so it can't be one of us that did it.

I hope that clears things up for you.

I want you to search this place, high up and low down.

See if you can find a gun, or any evidence of one.

Yes, sir.

Let's see if they were telling the truth about not having a boat.

Sir?

Any news?

Well, we searched the house.

There's no sign of a gun or any bullets,

or even paperwork for a weapon.

And what about you, sir? Did you find their boat?

No, Ruby, I didn't.

Went around the whole perimeter of this island,

no watercraft to be seen anywhere.

Oh!

Mind you, I think this is where they used to keep their skiff.

Couple of oars there and some fuel canisters.

But no actual boat.

So maybe it wasn't one of them that did it.

But who did Patrice speak to at the villa if it wasn't one of them?

Hang on!

Cushions.

Cushions?