Death in Paradise - Thirteenth Season

Morning, Mrs Hudson.

Let me give you a hand.

All right.

There you go.

I'll come round and collect my bag later, all right?

No, no!

I'm sorry I'm late.

It's 50 years now since Selwyn Patterson first started work

as a police officer.

And in all that time, I can say,

without a doubt in my mind,

there wasn't one single day

he didn't give his all to the job.

Selwyn...

..and the members of this yacht club...

..and indeed every single person

on the island

have so much to thank you for.

Because we are truly blessed

to have had a watchful eye over us...

..in the last 50 years.

Let's raise our glasses in a toast...

..to Commissioner Selwyn Patterson.

To Selwyn.

Jacqueline.

Put something in the diary for Anthony, eh?

How's the man of the hour?

Enjoying yourself?

Shall I tell him what you said?

I merely observed it feels like a big fuss over nothing.

How can you say that?

All these people are here for you.

Selwyn's always been too modest for his own good.

Some would say that's a virtue.

That's why public service suits this man so well.

He wouldn't last a day out in the real world!

Oh, Lincoln!

Ignore him, Selwyn!

Uh, sorry for the interruption, folks,

I just wanted to check you were happy

with how everything went.

Collins!

Everything is tip-top, boy.

And do thank the chef for us.

I will.

Well done.

Collins is trying his best, you know.

I'm all for second chances,

but Mr Collins has seen the inside of our station cell

too many times

for me to believe he's finally changed his ways.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I want to catch a breath of fresh air.

I think I'll go join him.

I feel in a cigar kind of mood.

That you, Lincoln?

We need an ambulance, please.

Marlon, tell me he's going to be all right.

They can't say for sure yet, sir.

Bullet's lodged in his back and he's lost quite a lot of blood.

Those are the guys that got the Commissioner out of the water.

They did chest compressions till the paramedics arrived

and they managed to resuscitate him.

- One of us should go with him. - I'll go.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I can't believe this is happening.

I know.

Inspector?

Sarge.

This is Marlon Collins,

caretaker-manager here at the yacht club.

Darlene, can you make a start taking everyone's details?

And see if anyone saw anything of note.

We'll need to see the crime scene.

Darlene?

Are you OK?

Trying to be.

I don't know if you can hear me, sir...

..but just... hang in there.

Yeah?

People on this island,

they'd really like if you could stick around a while longer.

You know?

And, um...

..so would I.

You know?

Apparently, the Commissioner was out here

on his own having a drink when it happened.

I assume the paramedics removed his tie

when they attempted to resuscitate.

I don't understand.

Who would do this, sir?

Who would try and kill the Commissioner?

Marlon, talk to me.

Inspector,

they're taking him straight into surgery.

The doctors reckon it's going to take a few hours.

OK, Marlon, stay there, and let us know

as soon as there's any news, yeah?

Yeah, I can do that, sir.

I-I know it's been a tough day,

for all of us,

but we will need to discuss the events of this afternoon.

Of course. We want to help.

You three were among the first to arrive on the scene?

Selwyn went outside to get some air.

I, er, I bought us both a couple of cigars,

when there was a sudden loud bang.

Gunshot.

We weren't sure which direction it had come from.

There! Over there!

And whoever did this

had gone by the time you got there?

When I had gone outside

to see what had happened...

Lincoln!

..I saw a man driving off in a pick-up truck.

He was wearing, er, grey overalls...

..looked... distracted,

intense.

- And the vehicle? - Oh, it was a rusty old thing.

White, pouring out exhaust fumes.

I-I know that guy.

I saw him hanging around just before the lunch.

Didn't happen to get a registration number?

MR4...

..something...

I'm sorry, I can't...

Sorry, um, did you just say MR4?

I've just had a divert from the station -

a woman reporting a road traffic accident

not two miles from here.

The vehicle involved was a white pick-up truck,

registration number MR4 AHY.

I think this could be our guy, sir.

Name's Alton Garvey.

He'd already crashed his truck

when the woman over there was passing by.

When she came to check to see if he was OK,

he panicked and ran off.

There's an empty bottle of rum in the footwell,

so he may have been drunk,

but, more to the point, that was on the passenger seat.

Well...

..it's quite small calibre.

Not much power. It'll do the job, though.

Think we have ourselves a prime suspect.

And what's all this stuff?

Uh, there's clothes, books, all sorts.

We can go through it all back at the station.

OK, well, let's get an officer outside Alton Garvey's house

in case he turns up there.

We'll put out an all-ports warning.

Is there a mobile phone we can trace?

He left his phone on the dashboard.

We can start going through recent calls and texts.

OK.

It's a cufflink

with the Saint Marie Yacht Club emblem.

Inspector...

Commissioner.

It's good to see you.

You've had us all very worried.

Uh, personally speaking,

I was pretty chill about the whole thing, sir.

I knew you wasn't going anywhere.

Do you know... who did it?

You don't need to be worrying about that right now, sir.

- Let's just talk when... - Tell me... who did it.

His name is Alton Garvey.

Do you recognise him, sir?

Maybe someone you arrested back in the day,

looking for revenge?

I've never met this man...

..in my life.

Argh!

All right, that's good to know.

Email us as soon as the full results are through.

That was the lab, sir.

The bullet that was recovered is the same calibre

as the gun that was found in Alton Garvey's truck.

They're running tests now

to confirm it was fired from that weapon.

We've also got a home address for Mr Garvey,

but according to the neighbour, he moved out two days ago.

Might explain why his possessions were

in the back of his truck, if he was moving house.

Sarge, I've just left a message

with the landlord to call me first thing.

He might have a forwarding address for our suspect.

His mobile phone is not much use either.

No stored numbers, no texts.

Looks like he just has it for emergencies.

And have we found out anything about this dude yet?

Born and raised on the island, no brothers or sisters,

lost his mother last year.

His father lives in the UK.

Also, the guy has no criminal record.

Prior to today, he hasn't once crossed path with the police.

So what's the connection?