Death in Paradise

You're listening to Radio Saint Marie.

It's just gone nine o'clock and the weather outside is hot.

Damned hot!

So, kick off your shoes, sit back and join me, Dezzie Dixon,

for the next two hours

while I play the very best in reggae music.

We've a bootleg recording from before Bob Marley made it big...

...a surprise from Marcia Griffiths

and a classic track from The Pioneers's 1969 album Long Shot

straight after these messages.

You went to adverts late.

Faith, honey, Dezzie Dixon doesn't rush his links. You know that.

Like you read my mind, Bunny.

Yes!

Mm, do you remember this? Found it tucked away in the racks cupboard.

- Mount Zion. - Yeah, man!

Love that track!

Got a new song to add to tonight's playlist.

Whatever you say.

Bunny, I'm going over to Raymond's.

- You hungry? - Mm.

Dad.

All right, everybody, Dezzie Dixon here,

taking you into the night with some classic reggae.

Hey, you know, officially,

we aren't supposed to leave the broadcaster alone in the station.

Well, I won't tell management if you don't.

Now, before the news,

you were listening to Money In My Pocket by Dennis Brown.

If I could remember it better, but then they say,

if you remember the '70s, you weren't really there.

Good evening, Raymond. What's your special tonight?

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

What the hell?!

Faith, wait, wait, wait, wait! Be careful.

He's not there.

The fire escape's been opened.

Dad!

Call the police.

Emergency services.

I want the police, please. There's been a shooting.

Dad? Dad!

- The police are on their way. - What the hell is going on, Bunny?

Girl, I really don't know.

We've gone off air.

Lord.

Oh, Lord!

- Excuse me. - Can you believe it, sir?

Dezzie Dixon shot live on air.

I was listening at home when it happened.

They think an intruder got into the studio.

The only other people working at the station

had just gone out to get some food.

I'll need to speak to his colleagues

once I've taken a look at the crime scene.

Good evening, sir. So, we have a single, fatal bullet to the head.

There's traces of powder round the entry wound,

suggesting he was shot at close range.

8mm, maybe 9mm in calibre.

Mm, and there's blood splatters here and here,

so I think that he was seated when it all happened.

I assume the door was the killer's point of entry,

as this window's locked from the inside.

So, someone must have waited until they knew the building was empty

and then came in and shot poor Dezzie.

- It's audacious, to say the least. - How do you mean, sir?

Well, the victim was broadcasting live on air when it happened,

thousands of witnesses hearing the murder being committed.

I mean, most killers carry out their crimes unnoticed,

but our guy or girl,

they not only wanted everyone to know what they were doing,

but when and where they were doing it.

OK, JP, let's wait for Ruby.

She's rounding up the people who found the body.

Erm, Ruby's behind you, sir.

What's she saying, JP?

I have no idea, sir.

Oh!

They're waiting for you in the staffroom, sir.

- Great, thanks. - You know, for a moment there,

I thought you were ignoring me.

I don't think there's any danger of that.

Thank you, sir.

I understand you'd nipped out to get some food when it happened.

Yeah, we were at the van across the street

and we heard the gunshot on the radio.

At first, we really didn't know what had happened.

Until we went in the studio and we saw...

Dad's body.

I see.

nd the fire door out the back... I noticed it was open.

It was like that when we came in after hearing the gunshot.

I went to see if anyone was out there, but... nothing.

So, that must be where the killer made their exit.

Any idea how they got in?

We leave the door at the front open.

You see, Dezzie always liked this feeling

that it was like an open house, you know.

In case anyone wanted to drop by and make a request.

Or bring him a free drink.

Can either of you think of a reason

why someone might want to do this to Dezzie?

Someone he fell out with?

An ex-lover? That sort of thing?

Dezzie never really got close to people, you know.

The only things he really cared about was the music

and his radio show. That's all.

I can't believe it!

I'm sorry, sir. You'll have to leave. This is a crime scene.

Excuse me, Inspector, this is our station manager.

- Carlton Brown. - DI Jack Mooney.

I was just asking your colleagues could they think of any reason

why someone might want Dezzie dead?

Any thoughts yourself?

That man was a legend, you know?

That he was indeed.

I, erm, was on the other side of the bay when it happened.

You know, Palm Tree Club. Local band night.

Then my phone just started ringing off the hook, you know.

I see. Well, it's good to know you have an alibi.

Oh, one last thing...

there was a table out there covered in old electronics.

Should there be a cassette machine?

It's just there was a manual. An old Marantz player.

Yeah.

Did anyone move it today?

Is it worth anything?

A couple of dollars. Not even sure if it works.

Evening, Commissioner.

A sorry night for the people of Saint Marie.

Dezzie Dixon's death will be felt in all corners of this island.

I know.

And, please, let me reassure you, here and now,

we will get to the bottom of it.

Though... that's not why I'm here.

I've had the chief commissioner in Paris on the phone,

and in light of what happened to DS Cassell,

they're sending someone over from Internal Affairs.

If an officer is injured in a firearms incident,

then the senior investigating officer involved

has to go under formal review.

They think it's my fault that Florence got shot?

They just need to be sure that it wasn't.

Maybe while the Internal Affairs officer is with us,

it might be better if you, erm...

- If I...? - Are a little less yourself.

But... I am myself.

That's who I am. I'm me.

- Am I not? - Mm.

Sir, if you're asking me to show this officer

what a strong team we are, well, then I'll do my very best.

Thank you, Inspector.

Yes, Madeleine Dumas lands tomorrow.

She's on the 7am flight from Paris.

Sir...

...should I be worried about this?

I sincerely hope not.

So, what exactly do Internal Affairs do?

Well, they police the police, Ruby.

So, they could arrest Inspector Mooney?

In theory, yes, but I don't think that's going to happen.

That reminds me of the time

I was assistant hairdresser

at my Auntie Gardenia's beauty salon.

- It does? - Yup.

Let's just say we made sure that woman at the income tax office

was very well looked after.

She got the double deluxe manicure and the facial for free.

You see, JP...

...people show kindness when you show kindness to them.

It's exactly how we should treat this Internal Affairs woman.

Er, no, we should not, Ruby.

That is totally inappropriate.

We've got to be nothing but professional.

But the more they like us, the more they'll write us a good report.

That's not how Internal Affairs works, Ruby.

Well, it would totally work if it were me.

Good morning. How can I help?

I am Detective Sergeant Madeleine Dumas, Internal Affairs.

You are? I thought you were on the 7am flight.

I was. I landed at 7am.

Ah. Slight confusion there on my part.

I'm usually a very punctual man, I assure you.

- Please, accept my apologies. - You've been shopping this morning?

No. No. We have a murder case in full swing.

I was just checking someone's alibi at a bar.

Got chatting to the owner, as you do,

and he said he'd lend me some albums.

I've really gotten into the whole reggae scene since I...

- Could we go inside, please? - Of course.

- Here's a desk you can use. - Thank you.

So, erm... how does this work?

First, I will need to look at all the files

from the case when DS Cassell was injured.

- I see. - I also spend some time with you

and your team, observe and assess working practices

and then I'll make my recommendations.

That all sounds very thorough.

Oh, I'm sure you and your team are extremely professional.