Death in Paradise

I really should be going soon, Juliet will start to worry.

And how long has she got to go? Two weeks.

You know, my mother said first babies are always late.

We'll see.

How's things going with your new step daddy?

Not funny, Dwayne. They're just friends. Yeah, right!

Dwayne, no! One more.

I'm in trouble.

Right, 15 across, "Essence of Eastern book,"

"about Greek character?"

Any ideas?

No, me neither.

Bonsoir.

Hi.

Where are you from? What do you do?

How about you first?

You'll never guess.

I thought maybe a postman?

This is me. Nice.

Thank you for walking me home.

You want to come in for coffee?

You're late.

And good morning to you, too.

Well, that's not fair.

Excuse me? I agreed to do small talk, particularly in the mornings,

but that doesn't mean I can't point out when you're late.

I'm late because there's been a murder.

Up in the hills.

So, what do we know? Not much.

Nadia Selim, 30 years old.

Lived at this address for a little under two years.

Quiet, Harry! Quiet! These are friends.

Sorry, he's Nadia's dog and he's very distressed. Come here.

And, you are?

Georgie Westcott, I live across there.

You're the lady who made the call? Yes.

Well, Nadia and I travel in to work together, every morning.

But this morning she was late, which isn't like her,

and I rang, and...

when there was no answer,

I used my spare key and went in, and... that's when I found her.

Hey, I've found the bedroom.

You know, where the body is?

You're worried the furniture's not straight?

Yeah.

Your neighbour's late for picking you up.

Do you really use your spare key to enter her house?

Why would she have coins stuffed in her mouth?

Sir? That's interesting.

I've got a body up here and somebody has stuffed coins in her mouth.

What have you got that's SO interesting?

Dwayne's police shield.

Dwayne's outside.

Sir, the medics want to know about moving the body.

I'll, go and talk to them, Fidel.

Photograph the scene for me, if you would. Yes sir.

Can you tell us how your shield ended up at a murder scene?

I only met her last night.

So what happened?

When we finished last night, we all went for a drink.

"We all" being...? Me, Fidel and Camille.

I see.

You didn't invite anyone else?

No.

Or think to invite anyone else?

Never mind. Carry on.

We had something to eat, a few beers, some rum.

Then I met her, Nadia, outside the bar.

Bonsoir.

We talked, sort of hit it off, you know. She said she wanted to go for a walk.

She was very pretty. In the end, I walked her all the way home.

What time was this? About ten. You want to come in for coffee?

That, mark on your neck, how did you get it?

We were messing around.

She asked me to teach her some self-defence moves.

You mean, you slept with her? No!

Like I said, I was showing her some moves.

She said she was nervous about walking home alone.

OK...

we had a bit of a cuddle.

Just a cuddle? Yes.

And after your "cuddle"?

I left just after midnight.

You didn't see anyone on the way home?

No.

And when you left, the victim was alive and well?

Yes. What kind of question is that?!

The kind you ask a witness in a murder enquiry.

No, this is Dwayne. He's still a witness.

You just asked him if he killed her! No, I didn't.

You asked if she was still alive when he left! Look, it's OK.

I know you have to ask me this stuff.

It's procedure, right?

I've got photos, sir.

Thank you, Fidel. Right, I want door-to-door enquiries,

start taking statements from all the neighbours.

Anyone who knew her,

particularly if anyone saw her or anyone else last night. Yes, sir.

Not you, Dwayne. Chief?

You're a witness, possibly the last person to see the victim alive.

I can't have you asking people questions.

Why not? Because if he asks them whether

they saw the victim with anyone last night

and they say, "Yes, Officer, with you,"

it muddies the water just a little, don't you think?

Go back to the station and write up your statement.

Yes, Chief.

What? Fidel, go and start talking to the neighbours.

Please tell me you don't believe Dwayne is involved in this!

He's the last person to see her alive. Apart from the killer!

He has a scratch mark on his neck he admits

came from the victim. He explained that.

I'm doing things by the book, Camille. I don't care about your book!

I want to know if you think Dwayne killed this girl, yes or no?

Based purely on my knowledge of Dwayne

and the fact everything points to this being premeditated,

while Dwayne met her hours before she was killed,

making it difficult to corroborate premeditation,

I'd say that, on balance, it's unlikely.

Was that yes or no?

No! Good! Although, that doesn't mean he didn't do it.

Look, we owe it to the victim to conduct a thorough investigation.

Why are you so grumpy? I'm not grumpy.

Yes, you are. I'm doing my job.

Then stop talking about Dwayne and find the killer.

There's a connection.

Dwayne left his badge behind, so he must have been in uniform, right?

Yes. OK. So you're a girl in a bar, fine.

So you invite a policeman back to your house, fine.

But then you're killed the moment he leaves?

It's connected. It has to be.

OK, but why?

At risk of being called grumpy again, that's what I intend to find out!

All right? Morning, sir.

Is that right, someone was killed down there last night?

Yes, do you live here? Me?

No, no. I was just passing, I saw all the commotion.

I heard it was a young woman? If you'll excuse me.

Burglar, was it? I'm sorry, I can't discuss that with you.

This is about last night, isn't it?

What? Why you're being so grumpy.

Don't know what you mean. Because we all went for a drink...

No, no, no, not "we all", just you three. I knew that's what it was.

OK, look... Discovering the words "we all" doesn't seem to include me...

a little bit chastening, that's all.

How can it include you? You never come out for a drink!

You never ask me. No, no, no, no.

We stopped asking, it's different.

And you tell me, who's more rude - the person who stops asking,

or the person who never once said yes?

OK, I'm sorry I snapped. You're just so...

"So" what?

English. And you're very French.

Now can we please get on with the task in hand?

Why did the killer fill her mouth with money?

Repaying a debt?

Looks like asphyxiation. No other sign of trauma, as far as I can see.

It doesn't make sense.

Are you even listening to me?

Why are these drawers sticking out?

OK, so she's murdered, coins symbolically placed into her mouth,

but you're still on the furniture, aren't you?

"Nadia Selim, Finance Director, JIT Shipping."

You ever heard of JIT Shipping? No.

So, go on, then. What's so interesting about the furniture?

I think that after Nadia was killed, the house was searched, thoroughly.

This cushion was unzipped,

this cover wasn't straight,

the corner of this carpet's folded over,

the books aren't quite flat against the shelves.

Everything's been checked and put back,

done so you almost wouldn't notice,

unless you knew what you were looking for.

OK. So the killer was looking for something, that's good.

No, it's not good. It's illogical.

The smashed glass, the lamp knocked over, suggest she was in her bed.

She lashed out, but she was suffocated before she could do anything.

What's illogical about that?

Well, she was killed first, then the house was searched.

Why not keep your victim alive,

so she can tell you where to find what you're looking for?

As I said, it's illogical.

So what did Nadia have in her house that was worth killing over?

And did the killer find it?

Were any of these windows open?

No.

Or have they been forced in any way? Not as far as we can see.

No sign of a break-in, either.

So how did the killer get in?

Maybe the victim opened the door? But why would she? It was past midnight.

The neighbour had a key.

Questions?

Any order.

Do we really believe the neighbour let herself in

just because the victim was late for work? Agreed.

How did the killer get inside without breaking any locks?

Why did he fill the victim's mouth with coins?

What was he looking for when he searched the house?

Why did he kill her before he started looking?

And, having killed her, did he find what he was looking for?