Death in Paradise

Oh, man.

I'm sorry sir, time's up.

If she was your goat, she would have gone to you.

This goat remains unclaimed.

Fidel?

Yes, sir.

Goats aren't obedient.

They don't come when called. You do know that, don't you?

Got him chief.

Ah, Dwayne, well done!

Oh, you can't put me in here!

Why, you want to go in there?

Maybe you should stop stealing yachts.

Lily, I'm going to knock off early if that's OK?

Sure thing, sir. Have a nice evening.

Night, Chief.

MUSIC AND CHATTER

GUNSHOT

ALARM WAILS

PHONE RINGS

Honore Police Station.

OK and what time was this?

"I Shot The Sheriff".

OK. We'll send someone over right away. Hello?

Erm... Dwayne?

You know Lord Salcombe's place? Mmm-hm.

Well, his panic room's gone into lock down.

Apparently, we've got the codes to open it in our safe.

Shall I go and... 'That's a very good shot.

'Beautiful cover drive...' Dwayne?

Oh, for heaven's sake. I'll do it! Uh?

We've got a problem.

We were having a party. Then from nowhere the alarm started blaring.

Someone is locked in the panic room.

Where are Lord and Lady Salcombe? No-one's seen them since the alarm went off.

I think you should know. Just before the alarm, there was a gunshot. Everybody heard it.

Everybody out and don't touch anything.

Sortez la! Allez!

What's going on?

There was a gunshot and the panic room has been locked down.

Who's in there?

No!

Is it James? No!

Is my husband in there?

What on earth would I be doing in there?

Lawrence, call an ambulance. Now!

Allez la! Pas de probleme.

It's Charlie Hulme.

I've just been informed the airline have lost my luggage.

I'm sorry to hear that, Sir.

If you could just point me in the direction of the lost luggage desk?

Ah. Thank you.

We don't need outside help.

Charlie Hulme was a British cop.

They want a British cop to lead the case.

What time do you open in the morning?

0600 hours, Sir.

Then I'll call you at 06.01.

Thank you very much... Daphne.

Oh, Christ.

Ah! Hey, my monitor's playing up.

The crime scene's been cleared and all the evidence bagged and sent to the lab.

So when will we get an autopsy report?

OK, thanks. Report's on its way.

This guy they're sending from London.

He'll be good, won't he?

Who knows? They won't just send any old...

GOAT BLEETS

I better feed the goat.

The chief's monitor still works though, doesn't it?

Sure, why?

Saint-Marie was colonised by the French,

who lost it to the British, who lost it to the Dutch.

The Dutch lost it back to the French.

The French then handed it back to the British in the mid-'70s.

So, about 30 per cent of the population is still French.

French. Great.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.

LOUD CHATTER

Welcome to Honore Station!

I got to go, the Commissioner's here.

Sir.

So, team, Dwayne, Fidel,

this is Detective Inspector Richard Poole from the Met in London.

Thank you, I'll take over from here.

Right then, I want everything you've got

on DI Hulme's death on my desk immediately.

And if you could get on to IT

to sort out the log in details for my PC.

It's imperative I get on the network ASAP.

Pen-pusher.

This is not going to go well.

Sorry my monitor won't turn on.

Ah, this heat! Then take your jacket off.

DI Hulme's been dead 48 hours, is this all you've got?

Where's the Forensics Report. Ballistics? DNA?

We'll have them soon. Who's this?

Everybody in that photograph was on the guest list for the party, apart from that woman.

And neither Lord or Lady Salcombe

or any of their guests knew who she was or what she was doing there.

Statements? In the file.

Is it always this hot?

No.

Sometimes it's a lot hotter.

Look, I'll be honest with you.

This, whole Caribbean thing, I mean I'm sure it's very nice, but erm...

Well it's not really my idea of, er...

So, as soon as I've solved this case and I've got my luggage, I'm on the next plane home.

I can't think why they sent me.

Sorry, where is here? I thought you might like to see where you're staying before we go up to the house.

This is where we put the foreign officers. Like you and Charlie Hulme.

This is Charlie's old house?

You can freshen up and I'll pick you up in an hour.

Christ!

No, no, it's terrible, the airline have lost my luggage,

it's about 400 degrees in the shade, and they've put me up in some kind of shack.

Oh, right, yes, of course, er...

I think I've got three case files in my in tray that should be in my pending tray

and, erm, there's a case file in my pending tray I should have swept to my out tray, or my in tray?

It's no longer pending, is the point, sir. Thank you.

Sorry it's in such a mess, you know.

It seemed like quite a rush to get me out here.

Yep, yep, that's everything.

Oh, although I did leave a tangerine in the top left-hand drawer of my desk, if you, er...

That's very kind, yeah, top left-hand... Thank you.

CAR HORN BEEPS Oh, er, yeah, here's my car.

Yeah, no, er, I think they're very pleased to have me here, if I'm honest.

The welcome's been very, er...

Yeah, you know, and the accommodation is very... Ah!

A bloody splinter!

Oh, God! Yeah, no, no, it's fine, it's fine.

Yeah, it does, it does a little bit. Yeah, yeah. Well, thank you for sending me, sir.

Yeah OK, yeah, er, sorry, gotta go. Yeah, bye.

CAR HORN BEEPS All right! I'm coming.

So how did a British policeman get mixed up with an aristocrat?

I don't know. Then what was he like?

Who, Charlie? Fun. Not your typical Englishman.

Charismatic, you know? What do you mean by a typical Englishman?

Detective Inspector Richard Poole, Metropolitan Police. Oh, yes, come in.

Thank you. Well, I was out here serving drinks to the guests.

It had just gone eight o'clock.

Then there was a gunshot from the study.

And the alarms went off. So what did you do then?

Well, I waited for the police to arrive.

Did you see this woman that night?

No.

Come on, Darleen, you've got to have something on him.

Because you've read his file!

There's got to be some dirt.

I'll take you to the Bay Cove.

So that's it?! OK, bye.

His department threw a party for him when he left. Oh, so he's popular.

No, they threw the party after he'd gone.

What's that? It's a laser tape measure.

Accurate to a millimetre, over 150 metres.

We do have tape measures on Saint-Marie, you know.

Not like this you don't, Sergeant Thomson.

Now, when DI Hulme's body was found, he was holding a book.

A travel guide to Europe. Why?

And this is the vase, then, that was found smashed on the night? Mm-hmm.

When the room was locked down, could anyone else have got in? No.

Not until I entered the code, and it can only be opened from the outside.

Death was instantaneous? He was killed by a .22 bullet.

Shot up through the throat and straight into his skull.

It could almost be suicide, couldn't it, but for two things.

One, gunshot and then alarm. How did Charlie shoot himself and then shut down a heavy steel door?

And secondly, if it was suicide, why didn't we find a pistol?

Then, if it was murder...

How did the murderer kill DI Hulme and then escape from a locked steel room?

James Lavender. How do you do?

Can you tell me exactly where you were standing when the gun went off?

Fortunately for me, when the gun went off, I was down here on my beach. Oh, I see.

Your beach? Little proprietorial, aren't we?

Well, I do own it.

Right, and what were you doing down here?

I was down here for a touch of privacy with a special friend.

A special friend who wasn't necessarily your wife? Which was rather the problem.

James?

My wife Sarah spotted us.

The argument was quick, wordless. Ended with a large glass of wine all over her dress.

That means you were at the party when the gun went off?

No, I came back down here. But my friend had gone.

And how well do you know the deceased?

Not at all. Maybe Sarah invited her.

Sorry do we have to, er...

And do you own a .22 pistol? No, I don't know the first thing about guns.

Wouldn't know one end from another.

But you've really dressed for the Caribbean, haven't you?

Yeah. Having heard the gunshot, what did you do next?

Well, then the alarms went off. I didn't know what was going on, so I hid.

Until I saw the police arrive.

I see the safe was open. How many people know the combination to open it?

Well, I do, of course. And my wife.

That's it? Just the two of you? Yeah.

Well, did you open it that night? No.

Or give DI Hulme the combination? No.

Then your wife must have opened it.

You'll have to ask her yourself, won't you?

My, my dress was ruined. I was humiliated.

I came back to the house.