Death in Paradise

Ah! This is it, guys, the big adventure begins!

Hi, Hannah.

Back in a sec.

- Hello. - Hi.

Morning.

You know, I do like her.

- Really, Jay? You surprise me. - Yes, surprise, surprise.

Hey!

How's it going?

Hey. All right?

I hope you all got your beauty sleep last night before the big trek.

Well, I would have done

if this one hadn't been on the phone to his wife at 4am.

David, I told you, there's no Wi-Fi for the next three days.

OK, gentlemen, are we ready to get this show on the road?

Yee-haw!

- Yee-haw! - Oh, God.

Come on.

Allez, allez! Allez, allez!

Allez!

You're looking good. You're a natural!

Er... I'm not sure!

So, David... Yeah.

...how are you feeling as we head on up into the rainforest?

Well, mainly, a deep worry that I've only been on this horse for an hour

and my backside is killing me.

Ah, well, that's Nathaniel. He's 12.

And... and that's Maisie, who's ten.

Oh, they're so cute!

I love the name Maisie. You're not jealous,

are you, Jay?

I reckon that storm is coming in. I think that we should all hit the hay.

Um, are we going to be safe up here in just our tents, Hannah?

I hope so.

Morning, Clarence. Morning, Jack.

Got your work cut out, I see.

Fierce storm last night.

Madeleine! How are you?

Good. So, you survived the elements?

Yes, my first tropical storm.

Horsing it down, it was.

I was almost nostalgic for the old homeland.

They say you know it's summer in Ireland when the rain gets warmer.

So what time is your flight?

Early evening. It will be nice to be back home in my own apartment

and see my friends.

Well, we'll try and make your last day on the island as pleasant as possible.

Dead.

Who is he?

More to the point,

how the hell did he get in here?

...but he still showed up at the christening,

and Jamal was just...

Oh, my goodness!

What happened?

We haven't a clue.

The scene is exactly as we found it when we unlocked the station.

No wallet, no phone, nothing!

We don't even know who he is yet.

You mean he's a John Doe?

Do we have a cause of death, sir?

Abrasions on the neck suggest

some sort of cloth was used to strangle him.

Plus, you'll see these scratches on his face and his hands,

so probably a scuffle to begin with.

But...

If you're asking me how he got in here, I have no idea.

As far as I can tell, the doors were bolted, shutters locked.

All of which means the police station is now a crime scene,

and as such, will have to remain sealed off until we've concluded the case.

Where are we going to work?

My place.

Morning.

Officer Hooper. Officer Patterson.

The island search and rescue team have been contacted

by a local resident who's taken some tourists trekking in the rainforest.

One of the group has gone missing.

They give you a description?

Male. Aged 50. Dark hair.

Wearing beige combat trousers and a blue check shirt.

His name is Adam Renshaw,

and apparently he has a wife and two children back in England.

Where are they now, the group? Still up in the rainforest?

Yes. I have the co-ordinates.

Fancy coming along? Extra pair of hands wouldn't go amiss.

Sure.

Great. Photograph and process the scene.

See if there's any indication of how our killer got that body

into this police station, and him or herself out again,

without touching any of the locks.

Answer that for me, would you, Madeleine?

DI Mooney's phone.

It's someone called Siobhan.

Ah! That's my daughter.

Tell her I'm on a case and I'll call her back later.

OK. Sorry, your father is working right now. He will call you later.

OK. Bye.

She wants you to call her back when you can.

You're lost, aren't you?

Er, just taking the scenic route,

as my father would've said.

Must've changed the layout of the tracks since I was last up here.

Oh, well!

OK...

On the police station floor? Are you serious?

Yeah, and the evidence suggests Mr Renshaw had been asphyxiated.

What, you mean he was murdered?

I'm afraid so, Miss Wilde.

Can any of you think why someone might do this to your friend?

No! No, no, no. Adam was a nice guy.

I mean, he never even got upset or angry with anyone.

I mean, we don't even know anyone here.

When did you arrive?

Er, three days ago. We were staying at the Sea Cove Hotel.

It's our joint 50ths, you see.

We always do something together for the big birthdays.

So, tell me, how do you gents know each other?

Ah, we've been friends since university.

That's where we met.

And tell me, last night, when was the last time you saw Adam?

Um, about 9.30.

The storm was coming in, so, well, we all went to bed.

And after that, anyone see him?

Anyone leave their tent for... for anything at any point?

I went to see the horses at about 11.

But they were spooked out by the storm, so I gave them some food.

I didn't see Adam.

So, let me get this right.

Adam went to bed at 9.30 last night.

And this morning, when you all woke up, he'd just... vanished.

Adam's wallet and phone aren't here.

So whoever killed him must have taken them.

Must have.

Anything of interest?

Yes. This.

Was by his sleeping bag.

Maybe he was drinking last night.

And this.

Video camera.

Now, that might give us some insight into what's been going on

between Adam and his friends over the last few days.

You think one of them could be responsible for what happened?

30 years of history between these fellas.

Who knows what secrets and lies are tucked away in their past?

Yeah, but even if there is a motive, why would one of them kill like that,

leaving the body somehow in the middle of the station?

I know. I mean, was Adam killed here and his body transported there?

Whoever did this certainly had the means. CLICKS TONGUE.

Or maybe the murder happened closer to the station.

But still, why would Adam and his killer leave the campsite

in the middle of a storm?

Well, whatever way you look at it... makes no sense at all.

Morning, Commissioner. You're here about the body we found?

A rum business indeed.

I hear the victim was a visitor to the island?

Over with friends, celebrating their 50th birthdays.

The discovery of that body on the station floor

has created quite a stir amongst the community.

I therefore feel the sooner we can reach a conclusion

in this investigation, the better.

Well, I understand your concern, sir.

To which end, I'm throwing everything we have at the case.

Including you, DS Dumas. Hm?

I've spoken to Paris, and they've agreed to make you available to us

until we've caught our killer.

Of course. I understand.

As time is of the essence, I'll leave you to get on with your work.

Thanks for sticking around.

Well, I will need to make a couple of calls to let people know,

but... but it's fine.

Great! Well, let's get started.

JP...

...come see this.

Definitely wasn't there last night.

So, what? You think the killer left it?

Perhaps it's meant as some sort of message.

You know how there's the death card in tarot, isn't there?

Which portends to death. So maybe...

And what exactly does the seven of diamonds portend?

We must speak to a fortune-teller.

OK. Let's wait for the Inspector to come back.

Until then, snap it, check it for prints and bag it up.

Who me?

N-n-no, no. No way am I touching that for anybody.

Why not?

Hello?! JP, I mean, the killer left it.

I'm telling you,

this thing is emitting some serious bad vibes.

Ruby, it's a playing card. It's not going to hurt you.

OK, so, David.

How are you feeling now we're heading up into the rainforest?

Well, mixed emotions, you know, anticipation...

Inspector, I'm ready when you are. OK.

...excitement...

You know, this place is far from being ideal.

The Wi-Fi is intermittent.

Your printer is out of date.

And this wood... is very hard to stick drawing pins into.

So, what have we got?

Our murder victim is called Adam Renshaw.