Death in Paradise

You know, sometimes we can all lose our way in life.

You start to wonder if the person you are

is the person you're supposed to be.

Because how can we be true to others

if we can't be true to ourselves?

And to be true to ourselves...

you need to listen...

to your heart.

And if you look deep enough...

you will know what to do.

But as long as we've got faith...

there is nothing we can't go through.

Amen!

- Dad? - You OK to hold the fort for a minute?

I need some more fish. Yeah, yeah. All right.

You go ahead.

Everything all right? Yeah, good. Mm-hm.

Where's the snapper? Over there, in the cool box.

You doing OK?

Of course.

- Catch you later. - Mm.

Now, why ain't my fella over here giving me some loving like that?

Look at him - stuffing his face.

Always stuffing his face.

What?!

Listen, I got that client meeting first thing.

You all right if I go get some prep done?

Sure. We'll finish off here.

OK. I'll see you back home.

Thanks, Dad.

That boy works too hard.

But still, at least he's got you to look after him, right?

Alesha!

Demont? What is it?

Where's Christopher?

He... He's not here. Why?

I got this message from him a few minutes ago.

"Help. I need help."

I tried calling him, but it just goes to answerphone.

I'm worried that something has happened.

OK.

Thank you. I'll let you know if we hear anything, OK? All right.

- Morning! - Morning, sir.

Everything OK? No. We have a missing person.

Christopher Williams. 33 years old.

Was last seen at 6.30pm yesterday evening

at a church barbecue up in Port Royal.

He sent his father a text at midnight, saying he needed help,

but there's been no word since.

We might know where he is.

We got a call from the harbour master,

and his body's down there.

It's him, sir - our missing person, Christopher Williams.

Where was he discovered?

The boat was two miles north of the island.

The fishermen who found him were heading out

for their morning catch at 5am.

How did he end up out there, then?

Anything from the paramedics?

Well, the body was found in situ, so they've only verified the death.

Also...

This was found beside the victim.

Been in the wars a bit. Mm, tell me about it.

The battery's down, so I'll go and charge it at the station.

OK.

Do we know this boat? Does it belong to the victim?

We don't know yet, sir. No name, no identifying number, no?

No. I'll get Ruby to dust for prints.

It might give us something.

Right. Let me get this straight in my head. So...

One minute, Christopher Williams is at the local church barbecue,

and the next, he's lying face down in a rowing boat.

Two miles out to sea.

Dead as a doornail.

What happened?

I-I-I don't understand.

What was he doing in a boat?

Well, we're trying to work that out ourselves.

So he doesn't own one, then? A boat?

No. Or know anyone who does?

Not that I know of.

Well, I hate to ask, but...

Is there any chance that Christopher could have done this himself?

No, no. Absolutely not.

My son was happy. He loved his life.

Of course, yes. I'm sorry.

And if you could bear it, could we just go over the events

leading up to Christopher's disappearance?

We were clearing up at the church.

Christopher wanted to leave to do some work.

Listen, I got that client meeting first thing.

You all right if I go get some prep done?

And this was at half past six?

He was a notary. He had a meeting this morning.

And did he come back to the house for his work,

or does he have an office somewhere?

His office is in Port Royal.

I assumed he had gone there,

because his car wasn't in the drive when I got back.

And the next thing, Pastor, if I'm right,

you got a text message around midnight saying he needed help.

No-one else saw him or heard from Mr Williams

after he left you all at the church?

Oh. Sorry, I need to take this.

"Help. I need help."

Anyone else find this text message a little, you know, strange?

I mean, there's no mention of where he was

or what sort of help he needed, what was going on.

Maybe he ran out of time when he was writing it.

Maybe. Yeah.

But then, why text for help in the first place?

Why not just phone and speak to someone?

Perhaps he couldn't, for some reason.

Sorry, I-I didn't catch your name.

Clarence. Clarence Delport.

I'm Shonelle's husband. Clarence and I have been friends

with Alesha and Christopher since we were kids.

We just wanted to come and show our support.

Of course, yes. Very... Very considerate.

Sir?

Sorry, please excuse me. And thank you.

It was Ruby. There's been a development.

Curiouser and curiouser.

So, Christopher's body is found in a boat two miles out to sea...

but his car is left abandoned

here in the middle of the rainforest.

It's almost like a carjacking - open door, radio still playing.

I don't know what went on last night.

Something tells me that Christopher Williams

didn't wind up dead in that boat by accident.

Anna. Hiya.

I was about to call! Just a bit tied up at the moment.

Sure. What about Catherine's?

Siobhan's flying in later and we could all dine together.

Grand. See you there. Bye.

Sir?

Sorry, Madeleine. Yes...

Madeleine!

Do we have a location for where the boat was found?

Er, somewhere.

Ah! JP, Ruby, what have you got for us?

Well, I'm afraid I couldn't lift any prints from the boat, sir.

The wood was too old and wet.

JP, you fare any better?

Er...

No-one saw the victim return to his house after the barbecue,

so we can't be sure where he went.

Right.

Got it, sir.

So, it's four miles south-west of Port Royal.

- Thanks, Madeleine. - Pleasure.

There.

So... our victim's car

is found five miles inland -

here - radio still playing.

But he's all the way down here,

adrift in a boat in the middle of the Caribbean Sea...

which leaves us asking the very simple question -

"Just what the hell happened last night?"

First thing tomorrow,

could you head over to the victim's office in Port Royal?

Give it the once-over,

see if there's any indication that's where he went after the barbecue.

- Yes, sir. - And the rowing boat -

any chance we could trace where that came from?

Well, without an ID number or any fingerprints...

Plus, the harbour master didn't recognise the boat either, so...

Well, I could give it a go, sir.

I mean, as my Great-Grandmother Patterson always used to say,

"One, one coco - full basket!"

Wise words indeed from Granny Patterson.

- Yeah, go for it, Ruby. It's all yours. - Thank you, sir.

So, hopefully, come the morning,

we'll have ourselves a postmortem

and we'll be closer to understanding

if Christopher Williams was murdered -

and if so, how.

- Oh, dear. Found each other, then? - Yes.

I introduced them.

Hope you don't mind.

No, not at all, no.

Tell me. How are they getting on?

Like houses on fire.

You look like you might need this.

You're a mind-reader, Catherine. Thank you.

So sorry I'm late. We've a murder come in.

- Hey, Dad! - Hiya, love. It's so good to see you.

- And you. And how was your flight? - Long.

Well, you're here now. That's the important thing.

Hey.

So... what have you two been talking about, then?

You, mostly.

- Yeah, we skirted round your dress sense and your dad jokes. - Lovely.

And we were just about to start on your annoying habits.

Well, that won't take long.

Then Anna told me that you might join her on her trip.

I think that's a brilliant idea.

- You do? - Yeah!

Well, I don't expect you to drop everything here,

but I thought maybe you could, erm,