Death in Paradise

Oh, it's cold

and it's grey out there today.

However, never fear because.

Christmas Day is less than a week away.

We're all feeling warm and cosy and twinkly on the inside,

but if you're not, don't worry.

Here's something that will get you in the festive mood.

Okay, but it's been nearly a week now

and the water tank is still leaking.

I appreciate you've got other properties to look after,

but it's just my girlfriend's coming around on Christmas Day

and she's not gonna be over the moon

if it's like Niagara Falls in here.

No, I understand you're a very busy man Mr Driscoll.

One pick up for a Mrs Jenkins

at 32 Aubrey Villas.

She's going to Streatham High Road, any takers?

Four one, I'm on that, Sal.

Be quick he's seen you, he's seen you!

Oi!

Hey, go, go!

You idiots!

Shame, goodbye loser!

Four one, I'm gonna need some roadside assistance.

Not again Colin.

One day Colin, one day.

Oh, champagne, yeah,

that goes right in the fridge, thanks.

I found Guy Fawkes loitering in the hallway,

where do you want him?

Down on the beach, please.

All right.

Oh, Mary, Mary, no swimming please,

the pool area is out of bounds.

Why?

Because it's all set up for the party,

and I don't want the tableware getting splashed with water.

It was never like this when mum had parties,

they were actually fun.

Philip.

You have a conference call coming up.

I never tyre of it,

watching the old girls pass by.

Seeing your empire before you.

More like I'm reminded just how small

my part is in it all.

I think the shareholders in New York would disagree.

You know you just can't get away with that anymore.

Excuse me a moment.

Honey, what is your ex-wife doing here?

Well, I couldn't not invite her.

Bliss, what a wonderful party,

better than anything I ever threw here.

That's kind of what I was going for.

Then you've surpassed yourself.

I'm going to see if I can get a top up.

God, this music's awful.

Hello, is someone there?

There we go with the fireworks?

I don't know what to say.

It's my favourite.

And not cheap.

By deduction, I think I can guess who gave me this.

Inspector?

I thought I might go over budget a little,

you are the commissioner after all.

I will enjoy it very much.

Well, that just leaves me,

and the process of elimination dictates it must be you

who gave it to me, so let's see.

It's nice and soft,

maybe a fancy new tie?

And it is...

Socks.

You bought me plain brown socks.

You see, I realised in all the time I've worked with you,

I actually know very little about you,

but then I remembered.

That I wear socks.

There is just something about you

that makes me think of socks.

Thank you sir, much appreciated.

Right, time for a drink I think.

Good idea.

Evening Neville.

Evening Catherine.

Four of your famous rum punches please.

With pleasure.

So, I hung a little sprig of mistletoe above your table.

I thought it might give you a chance to

kiss Florence.

Right I'm not sure.

Is that really my style, do we think?

Probably not.

It would involve you actually doing something.

That's a tad unfair, Catherine,

I did try and do something.

It's just events conspired against me.

You haven't told me what happened that night.

You were all ready to tell Florence how you felt.

What I wanted to say was...

And then nothing happened!

I need a few more rum punches inside of me

before we open that can of worms, Catherine.

Thank you.

Okay, thank you.

It's a divert from the station.

The party's over I reckon.

A guy called Philip Carlton,

it looks like he shot himself.

There was gonna be a fireworks display at 11 o'clock.

The man we hired to organise it came down here

a few minutes before, and that's when he found...

The victim owns the villa you said,

it was his party?

It was actually his wife's idea.

Philip Carlton was a well-respected businessman,

he owned the Carlton-Atlas Shipping Company.

Must have had a few quid going spare then.

I'd say so.

Marlon, photographs please, and we should bag the gun.

The Villa is not that far away,

I'm surprised no one

heard the gunshot.

I was on a terrace, I feel like such a fool,

I thought it was one of the fireworks gone off by mistake.

What time was this?

Quarter to 11.

Serge, we got a mobile phone.

It's locked.

Passcode is four, one, eight, two.

I've been working with Philip now for nearly 40 years,

there's not much I don't know about him.

It looks like the last thing the victim did

was to record a video at 10:43.

That's two minutes before the shot was fired.

I don't think this will come as any surprise to you.

And I'm sure you'll understand this has to happen,

right now,

right here.

Mr. Carlton recorded these final few words,

and then took his own life.

Philip had always suffered from down days,

as you call them.

And you're his wife, Mrs Carlton?

Ex-wife, but I kept the surname.

After 40 years I'd grown rather fond of it.

I'm the latest incumbent Inspector, Bliss Monroe.

Oh, so you didn't take your husband's surname?

No, I don't believe in that kind of thing,

it's regressive and archaic.

Okay, sure.

What Natasha's saying is Philip was prone

to the odd bout of depression.

And had Mr Carlton been particularly downcast of late?

A little, I'd say, yes.

Dad always found this time of year hard, didn't he?

Yes, Philip lost his father at Christmas,

it was years ago but they had a very difficult relationship,

strained at best.

It haunted Philip that he never made peace with his father.

I tried to get him to speak to my therapist.

I told him he had to deal with these issues

not bottle them up.

But he could be so stubborn.

And you think this is what Mr. Carlton was referring to

in the message he left?

It has to be.

This afternoon he looked so lost.

I should have said something, but I thought,

he always picks himself up, dusts himself down, always.

They've finished processing the scene.

I'll get the paperwork written up.

And I'll speak to the coroner.

Poor family,

some Christmas.

What you doing at your parents' house?

You're meant to spending Christmas here with me.

No, right, of course.

I can appreciate why you'd wanna be somewhere else,

so maybe I should come up and be with you all.

No, I understand, yeah, silly idea.

Proper talk?

I see.

Yeah, well, we can see do that when you get back.

Okay, bye love.

Let's go see if we can't spread a little Christmas joy.

What do you say Officer Pryce?

I'll try my best Commissioner,

but I'm finding it very hard to raise a smile myself

dressed like this.

Stop complaining and put your hat on.

Now, where's my sack?

Hello, Officer Pryce speaking.

Yes, he's right here.

Commissioner, it's your secretary.

She's got someone called Interpol on the line for you.

The hotel has a spa and a pool,

and on Christmas Day we go down to the beach to swim

and eat barbecued fish.