Death in Paradise

Who knew a seating plan could be this hard?

I don't even know who half these people are.

- Thank you, Rita. - No problem, sir.

Might have guessed I'd find my best man at the bar.

- Dad. - Stephen.

How's the blushing bride?

Oh!

Well, I have a few pre-wedding jitters, but I'll be fine.

Seventeen hotels in our portfolio

and you had to choose this one.

It's like the entire island moves at quarter speed.

Karen, darling,

I couldn't care less.

I'm not here to work. I'm here for my wedding.

Now, is everything set with the welcome drinks?

Daddy? (LAUGHING)

I am so sorry.

Oh, I wanted to be here when you arrived,

but I was just so stressed from that plane.

I literally had to get some reiki.

This is what you're marrying into, Diane.

Not too late to make a run for it.

I mean, I may as well

have not brought my phone at all.

There is totes no sadder.

People just think I've fallen off the Earth.

Mmm.

And don't get me started on the bridesmaid dress

they're making me wear.

I'm going to look like an overripe plum.

It's basically horrendous.

- Your shirt, Mr Marston. - Thank you so much... Audrey.

You're a lifesaver.

Ah! How... Oh, thank you very much.

How are you? Lovely to see you. I'm glad you could come.

- Just lovely. Thank you. - Where's Diane?

Well, she'll be down in a minute.

The band are far too loud. I have to talk to Oliver.

The band is perfect.

Everything's perfect.

So for once, stop fussing and have a drink, okay?

Mmm.

We're so pleased to welcome so many dear friends and family

- to the Marston Hotel, Saint Marie. - (MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)

I just want to talk you briefly

through the running order for tomorrow.

The wedding will start at 10:30 in the morning. Don't be late.

Mr Marston.

Is everything all right?

Diane?

Let me in.

I can't! I'm sorry.

- Past two... - (THUDS)

Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

Diane?

Oh!

Suspect has entered the market.

Blue T-shirt.

Got him.

Blue T-shirt.

Ten o'clock.

Okay, so that's one teaspoon of turmeric

and three teaspoons of chilli paste.

No, Jack, it's three teaspoons of turmeric

and one teaspoon of chilli paste.

Oh, right. You wouldn't want to get that wrong, now, would you?

Blow your head clean off.

Not just your head.

Hmm.

Hey!

Stop, police!

Hey! Hey, wait! Come here!

Come... Come here!

Melon curry.

Who'd have thought it was even a thing?

Who tried it first?

Can I get you a drink?

I'm on duty.

Ah, just a small one.

Where is he?

I don't know. Okay.

Now, Catherine, are you sure it isn't too big?

I mean, there's only the two of us, you know that.

It will be fine, trust me.

It's very heavy.

Here, would you hold this for a sec? You're under arrest.

But then, you look like a bright young man.

You probably guessed as much.

What with the handcuffs and all.

Sir.

He got him.

How did he...

- (MOBILE RINGING) - I don't know.

Commissioner, what can I do for you?

Got you.

Be right there. - (SIGHS)

Right, lock this fellow up.

Meet me at the Marston Hotel.

Yes, sir.

And bring the melon, too, would you?

Half an hour ago, a woman named Diane Smith

appears to have thrown herself off her own balcony.

"Appears to have"?

There's no reason to believe it wasn't suicide.

And what makes it especially tragic

is that Ms Smith was due to marry Philip Marston

tomorrow morning.

This is his hotel? - One of them.

Philip is an old friend of Saint Marie.

He employs about a hundred islanders.

So I need to be reassured

that this matter will be handled with speed, discretion,

tact, and dignity.

Don't you worry, Commissioner.

Discretion, tact, and dignity are my middle names.

I mean, not really. It's actually Fintan.

After the little-known Saint Fintan of...

You don't need to know that. It's fine.

So Mr Marston's booked out the whole hotel for the wedding?

And all the guests were here in the terrace when Diane fell?

Yes, regrettably, many of our guests,

and several of my staff.

And you were out here yourself, keeping an eye on things?

No, I was heading towards my office.

I actually passed Mr Marston on his way upstairs.

We'll need a list of who's staying in which room.

I'm afraid we don't usually release that information.

It would violate our guests' privacy.

I'm guessing you don't usually have guests

chucking themselves off your balconies.

Now, Diane's balcony, which one would that be?

317, on the third floor.

Anything else, I assure you my staff will be happy to help.

- Now, if you'll excuse me. - Right.

Poor woman.

So far, sir, the injuries are as expected.

Yeah.

Well, that's intriguing.

Sir?

Nail varnish.

Yeah, but only on the one thumb.

- Is that a thing? - A thing?

Well, a womanly thing.

Like having one nail a different colour to the rest,

or using your bra as a makeshift pocket is.

Not that I know of, sir.

It's a bit odd, don't you think?

Dwayne, JP, you can release the body.

We should have a word with Mr Marston.

- Yeah? - You all right?

Yes.

You keep on looking around. What is it?

Good policing, JP.

Always alert.

Sorry to intrude but, um, DI Mooney and DS Cassell

just need to ask a few brief questions as a formality.

It should take only a moment.

Uh, sure. Go ahead.

What do you need to know?

So you're Mr Marston's son?

Stephen. And these are my sisters.

Karen and Pearl.

Thank you, Stephen, we can speak for ourselves.

Well, so sorry for your loss.

I just need to ask you if there was anything about Diane's behaviour

that suggested she might be about to take her own life.

Well, she, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

She sent me this.

"I can't live with myself. I'm sorry."

Any idea what she was referring to?

There was a pretty brutal article

in one of the UK papers this morning.

Apparently, Diane got knocked up when she was 15 or whatever,

and then just, like, totes abandoned the baby.

Pearl.

It was, uh... Well, it was years ago, but, uh,

she'd never forgiven herself.

Right. And the article brought it all back again?

Yeah, totes.

So, Mr Marston, after you received the text,

you raced back up to the room, room 317?

Yes.

When I got there, the... the door was on the chain.

And I, uh...

I begged her to let me in and she, uh, she shouted...

I can't! I'm sorry.

I barged the door open.

But it's too late.

I can't do this.

Are we done, Inspector?

Yeah. Uh... (SIGHS)

Just one last thing, if you don't mind.

Where were you all at the moment Diane died?

Um, I was in my room getting ready for the party

when I heard screaming.

I went on to my balcony and saw Diane's body.

I rushed straight down to Dad's room.

Dad!

Pearl was already there with Dad.