Death In Paradise (2011) s08e03 Episode Script
Season 8, Episode 3
Hello, and welcome to Hotspots, which this week comes to you from the beautiful island of Saint Marie.
This pint-sized resort may be small, but it has all the trappings of the more familiar Caribbean holiday destinations.
Namely, sun, sea and sand by the bucketful.
And SHE SIGHS What is that line? Sorry, guys.
Reset, everyone, let's go again.
Yeah, and if you fancy a break from the wind and rain and checking out this fantastic hot spot I've got it! It's almost seven, we're not going to complete.
Then we go over.
I need these shots, Pippa.
This is the third night this week, we're not doing it gratis again.
Tell you what, how about the few beers on wrap instead? My treat.
There are union rules about overtime, Bill.
I know there are, Terry, old boy.
But you know what they say about rules, don't you? If there's a free beer, I'm in.
Let's just get this done and dusted.
That's the spirit, Andy.
Catrina, love, you ready? Setsand action.
Hello, and welcome to Hotspots, which this week comes to you from the beautiful island of Saint Marie People assume that all my job entails is pressing play and record.
But there is a real craft.
Do you think someone should go and rescue that bartender? Probably.
Bagsie not me.
12 series of this show - I'm done with the dreary old bugger.
If only he wasn't so damn good at his job.
Fancy another? Go on, then, a quick one - got to be up early to Skype the wife and kids.
Quick one it is.
WOMEN CHA You do know that you two ladies are the hardest working woman in television? We do.
And I'm going to remind you of that fact the next time we negotiate my fee bill.
Oh, Lord, I've gone and done it now, haven't I? Great.
Thank you so much, Pippa.
I think I'm going to call it a night.
See you in the morning.
Night, gents.
Night.
Night.
Night, Terry! Night.
Yeah, we're just about to leave, so we'll be there in 20.
Morning, morning.
All present and correct? No Catrina.
It's not like her to be late.
I'll give her a call.
RINGING TONE Bill Oh, God! She's dead, Bill.
Morning, sir.
Hey, Jack.
Morning.
Shouldn't you two be boarding a ferry right about now? Not if I can't find my passport.
Elusive things, passports.
I used to drive Mrs Mooney up the wall, rooting around in the kitchen drawer with the taxi waiting outside.
Whereas I always say, a holiday's not really a holiday unless it begins with a blazing row.
What is that? A mongoose? Yeah.
Either that or a polecat.
I'm not entirely sure, to be honest with you, Patrice.
Whatever he is, his name is Sherman.
I found it! Why do you have a .
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whatever that is? Yeah, there's a tale to be told there, Florence.
But don't you have a romantic weekend to be getting on with? And if you need me, sir, I'll have my mobile on at all times.
You'll do no such thing, just enjoy yourself.
And that's an order! Morning, sir! Morning JP, Ruby.
Morning, sir.
We just got a call reporting a dead body being washed up on the beach of Paradise Well, sweet Mary, what the hell is that? His name is Sherman.
He'll be keeping us company for the next couple of weeks.
I'll explain it all later.
Sounds like we need to get to the Paradise Bay Hotel.
Yes.
So, he done that before - you know, bring a little friend to work? Nope, that is a new one.
The victim's name is Catrina McVey.
She was here on the island filming a holiday programme called Hotspot.
Yeah, I know the one.
Siobhan used to watch it, planning the summer hols.
Catrina McVey, she was the presenter, right? I believe so, sir.
She would have been only in her 20s, the poor girl.
Always seemed a friendly sort, you know, on the telly.
So, what do we think has occurred here? Well, sir, her clothes are over there.
Seems she got undressed and went for a swim.
Paramedics are calling it accidental drowning.
And do we know when it happened? They're estimating late last night.
And no-one was with her? Not according to her colleagues.
The weather last night - wasn't stormy, was it? Nope, it was definitely a hot one.
This bay here is pretty well sheltered.
Yes, it is, sir.
Well, that is odd, isn't it? Catrina is young, fit, healthy.
This stretch of sea is calm as bath water.
There's no obvious head injuries to suggest she got into any sort of trouble, so How come she drowned? Ruby, there should be a magnifying glass in the crime scene kit.
JP, have a quick flick through the victim's clothes, would you? Sir, there's nothing but her room key.
I was right about her not just suddenly drowning.
Faint traces of fingermarks on her shoulders, some tearing to the skin on the neck.
Same kind of markings you'd find if someone was forcing you down under the water.
So, Catrina's death WASN'T an accident? I think someone did this to her.
I'll have a chat with her colleagues.
You can release the body, finish processing the scene, and then when you get a chance, will you talk to the hotel staff and guests? See if anyone saw Catrina on the beach last night.
Yes, Inspector Mooney.
Will do, sir.
So, I'm right in thinking that you were all with Catrina last night, before she went to her room? Bill had arranged some beers for us on wrap.
Officially speaking, we should have all been paid overtime.
Not now, Terry, old chap.
And Catrina was the first to go up? Night, gents.
Night.
Night, Terry! We stayed for another half an hour.
Then we all headed to our rooms.
Right.
Did any of you see her after that? And I wonder, did Catrina know anybody else here on Saint Marie? No-one.
We only arrived the day before yesterday.
And we've pretty much all been together since we got here.
Have you now? Hmm.
That's interesting.
How have things been between you all - you know, during the shoot? Considering we've been living in each other's pockets the last three months, I'd say we got on pretty darn well.
Right.
That's grand.
Is something wrong, Inspector? No.
It's just Well, you should know, we're treating Catrina's death as a murder.
Crikey! What, you think one of us did it? Well, it's something we have to consider.
Why would any of us do that? She was a damn good sort, that girl - kind, caring, not a whiff of ego in her bones.
Well, only time will tell.
Thank you for your time.
OK, so this is our second case together, Ruby.
And I really want us to focus on our organisational skills.
The key to good policing is to always be methodical.
That it is, JP, that it is.
Good.
So, we're going to do this room by room.
I'll need the name and room number of everyone we speak to.
You start this end, I'll start that.
Got it.
All right.
Excuse me, sir! We're investigating a crime that happened here at the hotel last night.
Now, where were you around about midnight? I don't know.
Psst! JP! Uh, hold on for one second, please.
Sure.
Thank you.
What's the problem? I seem to have forgotten my notepad, so I was wondering if I might borrow a piece of paper, please.
Sorry, JP, won't happen again.
HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY Um, sorry about that.
So, as I was saying, we are investigating a crime that happened here at the hotel last night.
Where exactly were you? HE GROANS Thank you very much, sir.
You're welcome.
All right.
JP, you got a minute? Give us a hand searching the victim's room.
Yeah, sure.
Great.
Only one glass - suggests she didn't have company.
Have a look in her suitcase there.
Yes, sir.
Hmm She made a phone call last night to a man called Jake Harrington, half ten.
That's not long before she was drowned.
We should get in touch.
Yeah, see what that was all about.
Yes, sir.
Now, what's this? She's been all over the place the last few months.
Morocco, Cuba, Florida.
That is some job, that is - travelling the world and getting paid for it.
Lucky beggars.
JP, with Florence away, I might need you to step up over the next few days.
Fancy taking on a bit more responsibility? Yes, sir, very much so, thank you.
Good man.
Let's see if we can't crack this one together, eh? Yes, sir.
OK Inspector.
Commissioner! Your desk appears to have a small furry animal upon it.
Your powers of perception are, as ever, faultless.
Commissioner, meet Sherman.
Might I ask why it is you're in possession of this thing? Well, what it is, I nipped into the barber's last night on the way home for a quick trim, and got inveigled into a high-stakes game of dominoes.
So, you won it? No, Darnell from the post office won it, but turns out, Darnell's wife, she's not exactly an animal lover, so I've been lumped baby-sitting the furry fellow until Mrs Darnell comes around to the idea of having a pet in the house.
Was there something I could do for you, Commissioner? I had the Minister for Tourism on the phone.
The woman whose body was found this morning, she was part of a television crew over here filming a holiday programme.
That's right - Hotspots.
Goes out on the Holiday Channel, it's actually quite good.
The Minister is keen, with such a spotlight thrown on the island, that the makers of this TV show should see us at our very best as we respond to this tragic situation.
Would you care for me to go through what we have so far? Yes, Inspector.
Now, our victim is one Catrina McVey, 32 years old, born and raised in Aberdare in Wales.
Catrina left school at the age of 16, she worked at a variety of jobs until her early 20s, and then she saw an advert for a job at a production company based in Bristol.
And that would be Pathway Productions? That's right, yes.
That's this fella's baby, Bill Calder.
He founded the company in 2011, made the Hotspots pilot in 2012.
Since then, there have been 12 series.
And your suspects? Well, Bill Calder himself.
An old hand, as they say.
Much like yourself, Commissioner.
Pippa Mayhew, she's the show's production coordinator.
Privately educated, I reckon our Pip is a bit of a poshie.
Next up, Andy Spriggs.
Er Now, Andy's our camera operator based in Leeds.
Married with two children, and mostly freelances in productions filming in the north of England.
And finally? Terry Brownlow, the sound man.
He resides at his mother's address in Kidderminster.
I believe she recently passed away.
And you believe one of these four have something to do with Miss McVey's death? I'm convinced one of them is lying to us, and was on the beach last night and drowned our victim.
Keep me abreast of developments.
PHONE RINGS Don't take it personally, Sherman, he's like that with everybody.
Inspector Mooney speaking.
We've got a witness, sir, who saw the victim heading over to the beach late last night, and apparently, Catrina was not alone.
She was seen with a man, holding hands and kissing.
Well, I'll be jiggered.
And did the witness recognise him? Not by name, sir, but she described him as being Asian, 40-ish, you know, good-looking.
Well, there's only one person matching that description - Andy Spriggs.
You need to let me explain.
It sounded so glamorous, this gig - travelling to all these exotic places, seeing the world.
Just neverbeen away from home this long before.
Just .
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missed having someone to curl up with Someone to hold.
It was more than cuddling, yourself and Catrina were getting up to.
So, what? Did she want more? Was she threatening to tell your wife? God, no, no.
Nothing like that.
She was She just wanted some affection, same as me, that's all.
I know what you're thinking, Inspector.
I didn't kill her.
OK.
Well, why don't you tell me exactly what happened last night? I was asleep.
There was a knock on my door, it was Catrina.
She said she fancied having some company, so we walked down to the beach.
She was in this weird mood, restless.
Any idea why? She wouldn't say.
Just something about being held back in her life, she was fed up by it.
I assumed it was the drink talking.
You're saying Catrina was drunk? She was slurring her words, unsteady on her feet.
Next thing, she said she wanted to go for a swim, to swim outfeel free.
Right, and you went in with her? Not at first.
Catrina kept saying how warm the water was, and I finally went in.
Suddenly she wasn't there any more.
I thought she was playing some joke on me, but then I saw her body just floating there.
Lifeless.
So, I swam across and pulled her to the shore, but I'm not a good swimmer and I struggled dragging her body.
So, that's how the marks got on her.
It was you that put them there while you were pulling the body back to shore.
When I brought her back to the beach, I tried taking her pulse, but there was nothing I could do, she was gone.
Dead.
And then? You just left her there? I panicked.
Worried what it was going to look like.
All I could think about was how Your wife and family would find out what you'd been up to.
So sorry.
But can you see, Inspector? Catrina's death was just a tragic accident.
Nobody killed her.
You know, what happened - it's not like me, I'm not a bad man, Inspector.
Not exactly a paragon of virtue either.
Having an affair behind your wife's back and then leaving a woman for dead on the beach.
Reckon the old moral compass is just a teensy bit off there.
So, Andy Spriggs is saying no-one killed Catrina? I don't get it either, JP.
Why would a fit young woman like Catrina suddenly drown in calm, shallow waters? Doesn't make any sense.
Ah, sir, the preliminary autopsy report has just arrived.
I'm printing it.
Let's have a look.
OK It confirms Catrina died of cardiac arrest, secondary to drowning.
Time of death, close to midnight, as expected.
And the toxicology report Uh-huh.
HE CHUCKLES Yeah, finally, starting to make a bit of sense.
Sir? Significant traces of Meridil found in the victim's system.
What's Meridil? It's a beta-blocker, and the hefty amount that Catrina ingested, mixed with the alcohol she consumed, led her to lose consciousness.
Which is why she suddenly drowned.
She passed out in the water.
So, we've the answer to our problem - why did Catrina drown? Because somebody as good as poisoned her, intending for her to fall unconscious in the sea.
All we need to work out now is how and when did the killer get the drug into her system? Well, there's the wine bottle and a glass we found in her room.
OK, well, let's get them tested for traces of this Meridil.
The only other drink that Catrina had that we know about was down in the bar with the rest of the television crew.
Bill had arranged some beers for us on wrap.
So, first thing tomorrow, can one of you speak to the barman on duty, see if there's any chance of recovering the bottles they drank from? Yes, sir.
OK Everything all right, sir? If you were going to drug someone so they'd lose consciousness in the sea and drown, the first thing you'd need to make sure of is they were actually going to go for a swim, right? Right.
Thing is, Andy Spriggs said Catrina's decision to go for a midnight dip was spontaneous.
So, no-one could have known what was actually going to do.
Exactly.
Yet seemingly our killer did know.
How? Right, then.
Cornflakes for Jack.
Yum-yum Mangoes and mosquito for Harry And one dead mouse for Sherman.
Oh, no! Sherman! Sherman! Morning, everybody.
Morning, sir.
On your own today, sir? Well, something of a code red situation vis-a-vis Sherman.
Code red vis a what? He's done a bunk.
Chewed his way through the catch on the cage and did a midnight flit.
What are you going to do, sir? I don't know, Ruby, but I'll tell you this.
It's the last time I ever play dominoes.
So, where are we at? OK, sir.
I've requested the suspects' and the victim's phone and financial records.
Catrina's network provider has given us access to her e-mails, and I got Ruby to check out exactly who this Jake Harrington guy is.
The guy Catrina called the night she was killed.
He was her agent back in the UK, so I left a message for him to call us.
And Ruby's just heading over to the hotel to speak to the barman about crew drinks.
Well, let us know how you get on.
Oh, Ruby, you have any problems, just, you know, call me.
I'll ring, JP.
Whatever you want.
Oh, Ruby Have you forgotten something? What am I like?! Baby steps, JP, baby steps.
Yeah.
So, what else have we got? Yes.
One more thing, sir.
I requested footage, recorded the day Catrina was killed.
Just to see if there were any tensions among the crew, sir.
Three months travelling and working together, bound to take a toll.
Yeah.
I came across this, recorded at the end of the day just as they were about to finish.
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in this week's competition Perfect, Catrina.
Andy, keep rolling, I want some GVs.
This is just visual shots, sir, but the sound does keep on recording, and it picked up a conversation between Terry and Catrina on her mic.
There.
Are you OK, Terry? Of course.
I'm fine.
I should never have told you about it.
I wish I hadn't.
No, no, I'm glad you did - it's just hard for me, you know? You know what you mean to me, don't you? How much I care.
So, she says, "I should never have told you.
" What was she referring to, sir? Her affair with Andy? Terry was jealous, disapproving maybe? On our recording, sir, he does sound a little bit Intense.
You know what you mean to me, don't you? How much I care.
It's really not how it seems.
It rarely is, Terry, rarely is.
Catrina and me, we'd been working on the show since the beginning - we're old friends.
Yes, but, on that recording, you can't deny, you do sound a little Intense.
I don't have romantic feelings for Catrina, if that's what you're thinking.
But she did mean an awful lot to me.
As in, you'd grown close over the years? Yeah.
We always spent our days off together, the pair of us, seeing the sights, sampling the local culture.
Most of the crew keep a wide berth of the boring old sound guy, but Catrina was different.
Never judged people.
So, what was Catrina referring to when she said, she "wished she'd never told you"? About a week ago, she informed me that she intended to leave Hotspots.
Like, stop presenting it, you mean? Silly old softie that I am hadn't taken the news particularly well.
The thought of doing this without her Who else knew, Terry, that Catrina had decided to leave the show? Had she told Bill Calder of her intentions? No idea.
I assume so.
So, Catrina was going to quit, which makes me wonder if Hotspots' producer was aware the star of the show had plans to leave.
We need to chase Catrina's agent.
So, let me get this straight, Andre.
The bottles of beer that the TV crew drank from are going to be somewhere here.
Am I right? Mm-hm.
Don't fancy giving a young police officer a hand, do you? Sorry.
Well, thanks for nothing.
All right, Ruby Patterson, time to show the world what you are made of.
From what I can tell, Bill Calder can be quite the aggressor.
He recently fell out with the unions over claims he pays low wages and doesn't follow regulations.
And by all accounts, he used some pretty nasty tactics to win the case.
You still haven't spoken to the agent? He's on hold.
MUSAK PLAYS Oh, that's dreadful.
Who chose this? I mean, what's wrong with paying a bit of the old Vivaldis or a nice tune, maybe? Hello.
This is Jake Harrington.
Hello.
PHONE RINGS Mr Harrington, thank you for finding a way to talk to me.
Jack Mooney speaking.
It's Darnell.
Darnell! How lovely to hear from you.
How's Sherman? How's Sherman? He's just dandy, yeah.
The hairy scamp could not be better.
Are you sure that's what Catrina did after she spoke to you? Positive.
OK, Darnell, all the best.
Yeah, speak soon.
Urgh! Seems Mrs Darnell has come around to the idea of having an animal in the house sooner than expected.
But let's not worry about that now.
So, tell me, what did the agent have to say for himself? Six months ago, Jake Harrington informed Bill Calder Catrina wanted to leave, and Bill was not happy about it.
He was refusing to let her go? Jake says he got pretty vicious about it, and that's why he and Catrina spoke the night before last.
Funny how he never mentioned that.
Hm.
Look, all right.
I admit, I might have been somewhat selective with the truth, but, yes, Catrina came to see me that night.
Must have been after 11.
She seemed tipsy.
I said I thought it unwise to talk shop if she'd been drinking, but she was adamant.
So, you talked, about her and leaving the show? Something, I don't refute, I was very reticent to let her do.
Can I ask why? Because presenters like Catrina come along once in a blue moon.
She had this very natural girl-next-door quality about her.
Makes Joe Public think she's one of them.
What did you talk about that night? I told Catrina she had a legal commitment to film another three series, and I expected her to honour it.
She said I gave her no choice but to break her contract and go.
I promptly e-mailed my lawyers and told them to prepare for court.
But if Catrina had made up her mind, would taking legal action really have made any difference? Probably not.
We hear you can be quite the tyrant, Bill, if you don't get what you want.
Vicious, even.
That's what show business does to you.
Lots of sharks swimming about the waters.
It's a case of eat or be eaten.
That's an unfortunate analogy.
So, what happens next? We've enough footage of Catrina to cobble together our final episode of this series.
We'll recast for the next.
You're thinking about recasting? Already? Poor girl's only been dead 24 hours.
As they say, the show must go on.
Mr Calder, does the word Meridil mean anything to you? Sorry? Meridil, it's a beta-blocker.
There were large traces of it found in Catrina's system.
Never heard of the stuff.
Thank you.
Well, Ruby, what's the story? OK, so, Bill Calder actually ordered and paid for all the bills, Inspector Mooney.
So, in theory, Bill could have added the Meridil to one of the beers before handing it to Catrina? So, take me through what you've found.
So, the crew drank Palm Tree beers.
So, I started by separating out the bottles with that label on it.
I then dusted those very same bottles for fingerprints and separated them out into three further groupings - ones with no prints belonging to our suspects, ones with one set of suspect prints on them, and ones with more than one set of suspect prints on.
Excellent work.
So, which pile is which? Well, er I think, um You've forgotten, haven't you? No.
I mean, yes.
Urgh! I knew I should have labelled the piles.
Not to worry.
Let's work out which is which.
Won't take us long together.
And then you can get them off to the lab.
So, Ruby, would I be right in saying that remembering things is not one of your strong points? You just noticed! It's, like, my one flaw as a human being.
You know people say they have memories like a sieve? Well, mine's like a bucket - a bottomless one.
So, this fella, Bill Calder, he leaps to the top of the leaderboard to become prime suspect numero uno.
Because, one, he has a motive.
Catrina was desperate to leave Hotspots and Bill's a ruthless man, who hates not getting his own way.
Yeah, and we know it's been a gruelling couple of months travelling together.
So Catrina's decision to quit could have just tipped him over the edge.
Mm-hm.
Number two, when we asked him if he heard of Meridil, you know, he was acting very shifty.
He certainly was, yes.
Number three, Bill Calder ordered the beers for the crew drinks, which is when he could have poisoned Catrina with the Meridil.
Exceptsame problem exists.
If he drugged Catrina's beer down at the bar earlier that evening How could he then predict she would go for an entirely spontaneous swim in the sea a few hours later? COMPUTER BEEPS Because the truth is, if she didn't go for that swim, then she never would have drowned.
Ah, sir.
Your results are back for the glass and the wine bottle in Catrina's room.
Ah - no traces of Meridil in either.
So, the drug must have been administered in the crew drinks.
Well, the bottles have gone to the lab, so I guess we'll find out in the morning.
Until then, let's call it a day.
Yes, sir.
All right.
OK.
Night, sir.
What are you doing with all that stuff? I thought I'd take them home to work on.
How about we divvy it up and do it over a beer at my place? If you're sure, sir.
Thank you.
Grand.
Hey, it's Pippa.
Have you heard the news? I know - it's awful.
TOTALLY unexpected.
Not to sound cold-hearted, but it does present us with something of an opportunity, don't you think? KNOCK AT DOOR JP! Perfect timing.
Give us a hand here, would you? Have some eggs.
Why so many eggs, sir? That's how I'm going to recapture Sherman.
Don't know if I ever mentioned it, but, you see, I'm something of an amateur trapper.
Sure I'd remember if you had, sir.
Growing up, my uncle Terence used to have a farm just outside Clonakilty.
Place was rife with wood pigeons.
Many's a weekend we spent ensnaring the little beggars.
With the wood pigeons, we used to scatter seeds on the ground as bait.
So, I called the vet and I asked him, "What would Sherman like?" And he said, "Hard-boiled eggs"? They go weak at the knees, apparently.
Oh, yeah.
If all goes to plan, the eggy waft will lure Sherman back and he won't be able to resist snaffling them up, which will lead him to that basket there.
At which point, we pull the stick, the basket falls, and our rogue beast is thus rendered incapacitated.
So, what do we do now, sir? We wait, JP, we wait.
CATRINA: And stay tuned, as we're giving away an all-expenses paid trip to Saint Marie in this week's competition.
Perfect, Catrina.
Keep rolling, I want some GVs of the beach.
Find anything more on the footage yet, sir? Nothing we hadn't picked up on before.
I'll tell you one thing it's made me realise - never believe anything you see on the telly, JP.
Why's that? Every shot, Catrina has a big, broad smile.
She looks happy as Larry.
And you don't think that's the case? Well, in my book, people who are content in life don't end up drunk on a beach in the middle of the night with someone else's husband.
Doesn't quite fit with what we know about Catrina so far, does it? I think Catrina was lonely.
JP, wake up! Sherman must have waited for us to fall asleep, seized his opportunity, the devious little But, sir, that's good.
That means the plan can work.
Sherman took the bait.
You're right, JP.
The only mistake we made was to fall asleep.
Tonight, Sherman, it's game over.
OK.
So, the lab have come back with the results on the beer bottles from the crew drinks, and there's no traces of Meridil in any of them whatsoever.
None at all? None at all, sir.
Well, then, how did the killer get the drugs into Catrina's system? What about Bill's accounts? Any sign of a regular payment for Meridil? There was a recurring payment on his debit card to a pharmacy in Bristol, but I called them and they just said, "It's confidential information.
" And I've gone through the suspect's phone records and, again, nothing suspicious.
So, that's it? We've nothing else.
Well, there was one other thing, sir.
I was going through Catrina's old e-mails and I found her first contract for Hotspots.
It commenced in June 2013, but then I remembered that the pilot was filmed in 2012.
Made the Hotspots pilot in 2012.
Since then, there have been 12 series.
So, Catrina didn't host the pilot.
How much do you want to bet some fan has uploaded the pilot episode online? Oh, OK.
Right.
Here we are, Hotspots pilot, circa 2012.
Hello and welcome to the very first edition of Hotspots Oh, my goodness! It's Pippa Mayhew! .
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and we're in the beautiful and bustling city of Marrakech.
So, Hotspots' production coordinator once had aspirations to be in front of the camera herself.
So, maybe Pippa was jealous that Catrina got the job.
But this was seven years ago.
Surely she'd be over that by now? Excuse me, sir.
PBA Entertainment.
Personal management for celebrity singers and presenters.
So, just as Pippa was thinking about getting back into presenting again Hotspots is suddenly in need of a new host.
Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to do this somewhere a bit more private? Why? I've nothing to hide.
Thanks.
You enjoy the public gaze, would you say, Pippa? That's rather a loaded question, Inspector.
We stumbled across the Hotspots pilot you shot a few years ago.
Oh, gosh.
Not my finest hour, by any means.
But it's something you want to pursue still? Oh, Lord, no.
All that attention, I can't imagine anything worse.
We know you're lying to us, Pippa.
We found your agent's website and we gave him a call.
Not been going brilliantly, has it, since you dipped your toe back in the old presenting pool? I'm too old, apparently.
There's something very wrong in the world when 38 is considered past it, don't you think? And what about Hotspots? Is there a chance you could take over? Well, as the network didn't want me first time round, I think it's very unlikely they'll feel differently now.
It looked like you were about to say "but" there - am I right, Pippa? Bill said he was willing to give me a screen test - put me on camera.
He offered to do that? I asked him to, and he said yes.
Look, I'm nudging 40, single, no children, and all because I've spent the last 15 years doing a job in which I spend more time abroad than I do in my own home.
I deserve so much more for what I've sacrificed.
And you'd do anything to get it? Murder, you mean? I'm ambitious, Inspector, not ruthless.
There's a difference.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you.
In theory, Pippa does have motive.
Mm - would she really kill Catrina after all these years? Exactly.
It's like Terry Brownlow and Andy Spriggs - it just doesn't feel strong enough.
Which leaves us with Bill Calder, front and centre as the strongest suspect.
He has motive, he was suspicious when we asked him about the Meridil.
Sir, I think that's the police bike.
Look! Is that Ruby driving it? Ruby.
What are you doing here? Since when did you learn how to ride a motorbike? I'm here because something's come through that I thought you might want to see straight away, and I learned to ride a bike when I was 12, my uncle Selwyn taught me.
So, what's the important thing? The final full postmortem has arrived.
OK.
Don't tell us you forgot it, Ruby.
OK, not to worry.
We'll just have to head back to the station.
Wait, let me try to remember why it was important.
Ruby Just let me concentrate.
Black coffee.
Sorry? Black coffee? As well as the beer and wine Catrina drunk, there was also fresh, black, filtered coffee found in Catrina's stomach.
So, maybe that's what contained the Meridil.
I want to see a copy of everyone's room bill.
Here, fresh filter coffee.
Who ordered it? Bill Calder, no less.
10:45pm, the same night Catrina was killed, he ordered room service - chicken sandwich, mineral water and a fresh coffee for one.
Sir, that's 15 minutes before Catrina went to see him.
Yes, Catrina came to see me that night.
Must've been after 11.
It was Bill Calder who murdered Catrina, wasn't it, Inspector Mooney? Bill? Bill, are you in there? You OK, Pippa? It's Bill, he's not answering, and I can hear water running in there, and I'm worried he's had an accident.
Bill? Excuse me.
Could you open this room? Sure.
We're worried our friend might have hurt himself.
Oh, God.
I can't believe he'd do this.
He's taken an overdose.
What's going on? JP, call an ambulance.
Sir.
It's too late, he's already Bill, what have you done? This is how you found him? What's happened? .
.
No! Is he? I'm afraid we need to clear the scene.
Ruby, could you take everyone into the corridor? Please, come with me.
It's OK.
Ambulance is on the way, sir.
So, Bill was prescribed Meridil.
It's as good as a confession.
Bill was either racked with guilt or scared the net was closing in, maybe a bit of both.
Either way, we know it was him that killed Catrina.
And then killed himself.
Let's seal the room.
I'll phone the Commissioner.
Sir.
KNOCK AT DOOR Can I come in, sir? Course.
What are you doing here? I owe you for last night.
And I've got a feeling that you're not entirely sure that we solved the case.
Well, in theory, everything adds up.
But we still can't be sure how Bill Calder knew that Catrina would choose to go for a swim that night and, if he didn't know, how could he be sure she'd pass out and drown? So, what do you think we should do now, sir? Bound to be something we're missing here, we just have to find it.
Yeah.
LIGHT SCRATCHY FOOTSTEPS Sherman! Bingo! I knew it would work! JP, he's getting away! Quick! Well done, Sherman! You win.
I surrender! There you go, Uncle Selly.
Right to the front door.
Thank you, Ruby.
Maybe, in the future, go a little easy on corners.
I wouldn't want you to have an accident.
Understood.
OK.
Yoo-hoo! Look who I brought with me.
It's Commissioner Patterson.
With respect, Inspector, you look terrible.
Can't deny, something of a tough night.
I was under the impression you'd already solved the case.
We have, and we haven't, sir.
I mean, all the evidence points to Bill Calder, but one inconsistency.
How did he manage to predict that Catrina McVey would then go for a swim, when even SHE didn't know that's what she was going to do? That's the only thing stopping me signing off on the case, sir.
Why don't I make a cup of tea? I mean, that's got to help.
Good idea, Ruby.
I'll just get some air.
Will you give me a minute? Well, blow me down with a feather.
Here you go, sir.
It's Sherman's boiled egg.
It is.
Well, that's just it, isn't it? It WAS his boiled egg but isn't any more, cos it's me that's eating it now.
There's nothing the little fella can do about it, nothing at all.
I mean, it's obvious, when you think about it - a simple case of one man eating another man's eggs.
Catrina's decision to go for a midnight dip was spontaneous.
Fresh filter coffee.
Who ordered it? Bill Calder no less.
So, Bill was prescribed Meridil.
It's as good as a confession.
Catrina and me, we've been working on this show since the beginning, we're old friends.
From what I can tell, Bill Calder can be quite the aggressor.
Catrina's death was just a tragic accident.
I was right.
It all comes down to understanding how Bill Calder knew that Catrina was going to go for the swim the night she was killed.
And now you know, sir.
I do, but he didn't - and that's the key to it, JP, that's the key.
And you're sure this time you've actually solved the case.
Absolutely positive, sir.
Ruby, I need you to get to the station, get a hold of all the room bills for all the hotels that Bill and his team stayed at prior to Saint Marie.
Anything you want me to do, sir? Just gather up the suspects - we've got a killer to arrest.
Commissioner.
The great Irish writer, Brendon Behan, he once said, "At the heart "of all loneliness is a yearning for union with one's lost self.
" And I think that's close to what Catrina was feeling when she walked into the sea on that fateful night.
She was lost in life.
Alone in the world, searching for the happier person that she used to be.
And who can blame her for feeling that way? She had a boss who was going out of his way to stop her taking a new job, her production coordinator was desperate to steal the job that she had, a cameraman that she was going to for a bit of affection, and he cared more about protecting his own marriage than he did about her.
The one exception in all this is you, Terry.
You were a true friend to Catrina to the very end, the only one I'd say who was actually looking out for her.
Thank you.
So, which one of you did it? Which one of you killed Catrina McVey and then also murdered Bill Calder? I suggest we deal with these two murders chronologically.
Three nights ago, at ten o'clock in the evening, Catrina McVey returned back to her room.
She poured herself a glass of wine, called her agent, and then she crossed the corridor to speak with Bill Calder about the fact she wanted to leave Hotspots.
We know Catrina was tipsy from the bottle of wine and the beer she'd had down at the bar.
So, Bill, who'd already ordered himself some fresh coffee, poured one for Catrina to help clear her head.
But what Catrina didn't realise is that there was a large amount of crushed Meridil in that coffee.
Meridil? It's a beta-blocker, prescribed to Bill for his heart - and the effect of that drug, mixed with the alcohol, led to Catrina to pass out in the water when she subsequently went for a midnight swim with Andrew.
But the thing is, it wasn't just Catrina who was unaware that the coffee she drank contained Meridil.
Bill Calder didn't know it was there either.
That is because it was Bill Calder our murderer was intending to kill - not Catrina.
Bill ordered the coffee, he was supposed to drink it.
You mean, it WAS an accident? It was Bill Calder who was supposed to die that night.
If he drank that coffee and ingested the large amount of Meridil, well, then that, on top of his normal intake, it would have caused an overdose, resulting in cardiac arrest Which at his age, and with pre-existing heart disease, would just have been assumed as death by natural causes.
In fact, murder would never have been suspected.
Clever plan, except for one thing - it went wrong.
Catrina drank the coffee instead of Bill.
Oh, God.
It's just awful.
It is.
It's terrible, isn't it, Terry? You can't think I did it.
I don't THINK it, Terry, I KNOW you did.
We've checked Bill's previous hotel bills, we know he always ordered room service of a night, some food and mineral water and a coffee.
Now, you've worked with Bill for a very long time now, you knew his routine.
And three nights ago, intending to give Bill an overdose of Meridil, you waited for his order to arrive and then, we assume, you went and visited his room yourself.
Now, I don't know what you talked about.
It doesn't really matter.
One thing's for certain.
When you were inside that room, you made sure that Bill left you alone for a moment, and that's when you added the crushed Meridil to the coffee.
Now, we're waiting to hear back, but we've contacted your mother's GP.
She passed away recently, God rest her.
But, if she had heart problems, I wonder, was she prescribed Meridil as well? That was your plan - give Bill an overdose.
Except, a few minutes after you left Bill's room, what you didn't realise is that Catrina went to see him.
I didn't mean to hurt her! I know, but that is what happened.
You unwittingly killed her.
Then, as a result, you felt the need to kill Bill Calder and stage his death to look like a suicide.
Suicide would be a statement of guilt that Bill was Catrina's killer.
He couldn't live with what he'd done.
And if we believed that Bill was Catrina's killer, then you, Terry Brownlow, walked away scot-free.
So, how did he do it? How did Terry murder Bill, make it look like a suicide? Yesterday morning, you came to see Bill - to "talk to him".
As soon as you had a moment alone, you deposited a large amount of the drugs in the drink.
On top of his normal dosage, wouldn't take long for the effect to take hold and for Bill to die.
Terry then staged the scene to make it look like Bill had taken his own life, placed Bill's body on the bathroom floor with a glass of water, the empty Meridil packetsand then left the room.
So, Pippa, when you came along, calling for Bill, worrying about him, Terry was there waiting, ready to help.
OK, Pippa? But why would he want to kill Bill in the first place? Well, I think it comes back to loneliness.
Terry, by his own admission, didn't have very many people he connected with in life.
But Catrina was different.
She was the first person in a very long time, perhaps ever, Terry genuinely bonded with, cared for.
Catrina was different, never judged people.
It had become more than a friendship to you, hadn't it? You loved her - not in a romantic sense, but as a father would, am I right? She was everything to me.
And like any caring parent, who only wants what's best for their children, it upset and angered you, that Catrina's dream job was being denied to her by Bill Calder.
She decided to give in to him, not break her contract, film another three series, that's what we were talking about that afternoon.
I should never have told you about it - I wish I hadn't.
I'm glad you did, it's just What you didn't realise is that Catrina had changed her mind.
She spoke to her agent, decided to confront Bill, tell him she WAS leaving the show.
But, unaware of this, you proceeded with the plan that you already had in place - to get rid of the man who was denying Catrina her dreams - to murder Bill Calder.
Now, you said that Catrina only told you on this trip that she wanted to leave Hotspots.
But you already knew that was the case before you left, three months ago.
That's right.
Because you brought your mother's old Meridil tablets with you.
You'd already realised that taking Bill's life might be the only solution here.
We know you didn't much like the man.
Officially speaking, we should have all been paid overtime.
Not now, Terry, old chap.
So, the thought of murder, I don't think it caused you too much trouble at all.
Not if it meant helping the young woman that you'd grown to care about more than anything else in the world to achieve her dreams.
Night, Terry.
You might well have got away with it if Catrina hadn't crossed the corridor that night and knocked on Bill Calder's door.
You can make the arrest.
Oh! You managed to catch him, sir.
Course not! But I called the vet again and I asked him, did he know of anyone had a polecat/mongoose/ferret? So, let me introduce you to Sherman Mk 2.
But, sir, won't Darnell notice he's a different animal? I doubt it! Damn thing wasn't even his pet to begin with.
Honestly, Darnell will be none the wiser.
Ah, look who it is! She misses the entire investigation and turns up just in time for the beers! Welcome back, Sarge! Thank you.
So, how was it? Oh, it was beautiful, wasn't it? Yeah, we went for massages, swam in the sea, lay in the sun.
Stuffed our faces with food, and we got engaged.
Sorry, you? Yeah, we got engaged.
Wow! That's fantastic news - fantastic! Congratulations, Sarge! Thank you.
That's, like, the best news ever! Call me old-fashioned, but I'd say that calls for a round of the finest rum punch money can buy.
I'll come with you, sir.
So, Detective Sergeant Cassell, congratulations.
I mean it.
Thank you, sir.
You know, finding someone you want to share the rest of your life with is just about the best thing that can happen to a person.
You don't want to be alone.
I'm made up for you.
I'm not so sure Inspector Mooney should use this Sherman to replace the old one.
Why's that, Ruby? Because this Sherman, well He's a she.
What? You know what? The inspector's had a long few days.
Let's just hold off on breaking the news to him just yet, hm? Hey! Here we are.
Celebration! Get this into you.
OK, to Sherman! Here's to the happy couple.
ALL: Cheers! Dad would have been proud I kept his dream alive for so long.
To Paradise Skies.
Paradise Skies.
Dad wouldn't have been proud of you - he'd have killed you for doing this.
Benedict, no! Benedict Dacre, sir - the coffee king.
Inspector, look at me.
I did not kill my husband.
They wantthey want me to go to prison, don't they? What do you know about crabs? SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMEN Yes, yes, yes!
This pint-sized resort may be small, but it has all the trappings of the more familiar Caribbean holiday destinations.
Namely, sun, sea and sand by the bucketful.
And SHE SIGHS What is that line? Sorry, guys.
Reset, everyone, let's go again.
Yeah, and if you fancy a break from the wind and rain and checking out this fantastic hot spot I've got it! It's almost seven, we're not going to complete.
Then we go over.
I need these shots, Pippa.
This is the third night this week, we're not doing it gratis again.
Tell you what, how about the few beers on wrap instead? My treat.
There are union rules about overtime, Bill.
I know there are, Terry, old boy.
But you know what they say about rules, don't you? If there's a free beer, I'm in.
Let's just get this done and dusted.
That's the spirit, Andy.
Catrina, love, you ready? Setsand action.
Hello, and welcome to Hotspots, which this week comes to you from the beautiful island of Saint Marie People assume that all my job entails is pressing play and record.
But there is a real craft.
Do you think someone should go and rescue that bartender? Probably.
Bagsie not me.
12 series of this show - I'm done with the dreary old bugger.
If only he wasn't so damn good at his job.
Fancy another? Go on, then, a quick one - got to be up early to Skype the wife and kids.
Quick one it is.
WOMEN CHA You do know that you two ladies are the hardest working woman in television? We do.
And I'm going to remind you of that fact the next time we negotiate my fee bill.
Oh, Lord, I've gone and done it now, haven't I? Great.
Thank you so much, Pippa.
I think I'm going to call it a night.
See you in the morning.
Night, gents.
Night.
Night.
Night, Terry! Night.
Yeah, we're just about to leave, so we'll be there in 20.
Morning, morning.
All present and correct? No Catrina.
It's not like her to be late.
I'll give her a call.
RINGING TONE Bill Oh, God! She's dead, Bill.
Morning, sir.
Hey, Jack.
Morning.
Shouldn't you two be boarding a ferry right about now? Not if I can't find my passport.
Elusive things, passports.
I used to drive Mrs Mooney up the wall, rooting around in the kitchen drawer with the taxi waiting outside.
Whereas I always say, a holiday's not really a holiday unless it begins with a blazing row.
What is that? A mongoose? Yeah.
Either that or a polecat.
I'm not entirely sure, to be honest with you, Patrice.
Whatever he is, his name is Sherman.
I found it! Why do you have a .
.
whatever that is? Yeah, there's a tale to be told there, Florence.
But don't you have a romantic weekend to be getting on with? And if you need me, sir, I'll have my mobile on at all times.
You'll do no such thing, just enjoy yourself.
And that's an order! Morning, sir! Morning JP, Ruby.
Morning, sir.
We just got a call reporting a dead body being washed up on the beach of Paradise Well, sweet Mary, what the hell is that? His name is Sherman.
He'll be keeping us company for the next couple of weeks.
I'll explain it all later.
Sounds like we need to get to the Paradise Bay Hotel.
Yes.
So, he done that before - you know, bring a little friend to work? Nope, that is a new one.
The victim's name is Catrina McVey.
She was here on the island filming a holiday programme called Hotspot.
Yeah, I know the one.
Siobhan used to watch it, planning the summer hols.
Catrina McVey, she was the presenter, right? I believe so, sir.
She would have been only in her 20s, the poor girl.
Always seemed a friendly sort, you know, on the telly.
So, what do we think has occurred here? Well, sir, her clothes are over there.
Seems she got undressed and went for a swim.
Paramedics are calling it accidental drowning.
And do we know when it happened? They're estimating late last night.
And no-one was with her? Not according to her colleagues.
The weather last night - wasn't stormy, was it? Nope, it was definitely a hot one.
This bay here is pretty well sheltered.
Yes, it is, sir.
Well, that is odd, isn't it? Catrina is young, fit, healthy.
This stretch of sea is calm as bath water.
There's no obvious head injuries to suggest she got into any sort of trouble, so How come she drowned? Ruby, there should be a magnifying glass in the crime scene kit.
JP, have a quick flick through the victim's clothes, would you? Sir, there's nothing but her room key.
I was right about her not just suddenly drowning.
Faint traces of fingermarks on her shoulders, some tearing to the skin on the neck.
Same kind of markings you'd find if someone was forcing you down under the water.
So, Catrina's death WASN'T an accident? I think someone did this to her.
I'll have a chat with her colleagues.
You can release the body, finish processing the scene, and then when you get a chance, will you talk to the hotel staff and guests? See if anyone saw Catrina on the beach last night.
Yes, Inspector Mooney.
Will do, sir.
So, I'm right in thinking that you were all with Catrina last night, before she went to her room? Bill had arranged some beers for us on wrap.
Officially speaking, we should have all been paid overtime.
Not now, Terry, old chap.
And Catrina was the first to go up? Night, gents.
Night.
Night, Terry! We stayed for another half an hour.
Then we all headed to our rooms.
Right.
Did any of you see her after that? And I wonder, did Catrina know anybody else here on Saint Marie? No-one.
We only arrived the day before yesterday.
And we've pretty much all been together since we got here.
Have you now? Hmm.
That's interesting.
How have things been between you all - you know, during the shoot? Considering we've been living in each other's pockets the last three months, I'd say we got on pretty darn well.
Right.
That's grand.
Is something wrong, Inspector? No.
It's just Well, you should know, we're treating Catrina's death as a murder.
Crikey! What, you think one of us did it? Well, it's something we have to consider.
Why would any of us do that? She was a damn good sort, that girl - kind, caring, not a whiff of ego in her bones.
Well, only time will tell.
Thank you for your time.
OK, so this is our second case together, Ruby.
And I really want us to focus on our organisational skills.
The key to good policing is to always be methodical.
That it is, JP, that it is.
Good.
So, we're going to do this room by room.
I'll need the name and room number of everyone we speak to.
You start this end, I'll start that.
Got it.
All right.
Excuse me, sir! We're investigating a crime that happened here at the hotel last night.
Now, where were you around about midnight? I don't know.
Psst! JP! Uh, hold on for one second, please.
Sure.
Thank you.
What's the problem? I seem to have forgotten my notepad, so I was wondering if I might borrow a piece of paper, please.
Sorry, JP, won't happen again.
HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY Um, sorry about that.
So, as I was saying, we are investigating a crime that happened here at the hotel last night.
Where exactly were you? HE GROANS Thank you very much, sir.
You're welcome.
All right.
JP, you got a minute? Give us a hand searching the victim's room.
Yeah, sure.
Great.
Only one glass - suggests she didn't have company.
Have a look in her suitcase there.
Yes, sir.
Hmm She made a phone call last night to a man called Jake Harrington, half ten.
That's not long before she was drowned.
We should get in touch.
Yeah, see what that was all about.
Yes, sir.
Now, what's this? She's been all over the place the last few months.
Morocco, Cuba, Florida.
That is some job, that is - travelling the world and getting paid for it.
Lucky beggars.
JP, with Florence away, I might need you to step up over the next few days.
Fancy taking on a bit more responsibility? Yes, sir, very much so, thank you.
Good man.
Let's see if we can't crack this one together, eh? Yes, sir.
OK Inspector.
Commissioner! Your desk appears to have a small furry animal upon it.
Your powers of perception are, as ever, faultless.
Commissioner, meet Sherman.
Might I ask why it is you're in possession of this thing? Well, what it is, I nipped into the barber's last night on the way home for a quick trim, and got inveigled into a high-stakes game of dominoes.
So, you won it? No, Darnell from the post office won it, but turns out, Darnell's wife, she's not exactly an animal lover, so I've been lumped baby-sitting the furry fellow until Mrs Darnell comes around to the idea of having a pet in the house.
Was there something I could do for you, Commissioner? I had the Minister for Tourism on the phone.
The woman whose body was found this morning, she was part of a television crew over here filming a holiday programme.
That's right - Hotspots.
Goes out on the Holiday Channel, it's actually quite good.
The Minister is keen, with such a spotlight thrown on the island, that the makers of this TV show should see us at our very best as we respond to this tragic situation.
Would you care for me to go through what we have so far? Yes, Inspector.
Now, our victim is one Catrina McVey, 32 years old, born and raised in Aberdare in Wales.
Catrina left school at the age of 16, she worked at a variety of jobs until her early 20s, and then she saw an advert for a job at a production company based in Bristol.
And that would be Pathway Productions? That's right, yes.
That's this fella's baby, Bill Calder.
He founded the company in 2011, made the Hotspots pilot in 2012.
Since then, there have been 12 series.
And your suspects? Well, Bill Calder himself.
An old hand, as they say.
Much like yourself, Commissioner.
Pippa Mayhew, she's the show's production coordinator.
Privately educated, I reckon our Pip is a bit of a poshie.
Next up, Andy Spriggs.
Er Now, Andy's our camera operator based in Leeds.
Married with two children, and mostly freelances in productions filming in the north of England.
And finally? Terry Brownlow, the sound man.
He resides at his mother's address in Kidderminster.
I believe she recently passed away.
And you believe one of these four have something to do with Miss McVey's death? I'm convinced one of them is lying to us, and was on the beach last night and drowned our victim.
Keep me abreast of developments.
PHONE RINGS Don't take it personally, Sherman, he's like that with everybody.
Inspector Mooney speaking.
We've got a witness, sir, who saw the victim heading over to the beach late last night, and apparently, Catrina was not alone.
She was seen with a man, holding hands and kissing.
Well, I'll be jiggered.
And did the witness recognise him? Not by name, sir, but she described him as being Asian, 40-ish, you know, good-looking.
Well, there's only one person matching that description - Andy Spriggs.
You need to let me explain.
It sounded so glamorous, this gig - travelling to all these exotic places, seeing the world.
Just neverbeen away from home this long before.
Just .
.
missed having someone to curl up with Someone to hold.
It was more than cuddling, yourself and Catrina were getting up to.
So, what? Did she want more? Was she threatening to tell your wife? God, no, no.
Nothing like that.
She was She just wanted some affection, same as me, that's all.
I know what you're thinking, Inspector.
I didn't kill her.
OK.
Well, why don't you tell me exactly what happened last night? I was asleep.
There was a knock on my door, it was Catrina.
She said she fancied having some company, so we walked down to the beach.
She was in this weird mood, restless.
Any idea why? She wouldn't say.
Just something about being held back in her life, she was fed up by it.
I assumed it was the drink talking.
You're saying Catrina was drunk? She was slurring her words, unsteady on her feet.
Next thing, she said she wanted to go for a swim, to swim outfeel free.
Right, and you went in with her? Not at first.
Catrina kept saying how warm the water was, and I finally went in.
Suddenly she wasn't there any more.
I thought she was playing some joke on me, but then I saw her body just floating there.
Lifeless.
So, I swam across and pulled her to the shore, but I'm not a good swimmer and I struggled dragging her body.
So, that's how the marks got on her.
It was you that put them there while you were pulling the body back to shore.
When I brought her back to the beach, I tried taking her pulse, but there was nothing I could do, she was gone.
Dead.
And then? You just left her there? I panicked.
Worried what it was going to look like.
All I could think about was how Your wife and family would find out what you'd been up to.
So sorry.
But can you see, Inspector? Catrina's death was just a tragic accident.
Nobody killed her.
You know, what happened - it's not like me, I'm not a bad man, Inspector.
Not exactly a paragon of virtue either.
Having an affair behind your wife's back and then leaving a woman for dead on the beach.
Reckon the old moral compass is just a teensy bit off there.
So, Andy Spriggs is saying no-one killed Catrina? I don't get it either, JP.
Why would a fit young woman like Catrina suddenly drown in calm, shallow waters? Doesn't make any sense.
Ah, sir, the preliminary autopsy report has just arrived.
I'm printing it.
Let's have a look.
OK It confirms Catrina died of cardiac arrest, secondary to drowning.
Time of death, close to midnight, as expected.
And the toxicology report Uh-huh.
HE CHUCKLES Yeah, finally, starting to make a bit of sense.
Sir? Significant traces of Meridil found in the victim's system.
What's Meridil? It's a beta-blocker, and the hefty amount that Catrina ingested, mixed with the alcohol she consumed, led her to lose consciousness.
Which is why she suddenly drowned.
She passed out in the water.
So, we've the answer to our problem - why did Catrina drown? Because somebody as good as poisoned her, intending for her to fall unconscious in the sea.
All we need to work out now is how and when did the killer get the drug into her system? Well, there's the wine bottle and a glass we found in her room.
OK, well, let's get them tested for traces of this Meridil.
The only other drink that Catrina had that we know about was down in the bar with the rest of the television crew.
Bill had arranged some beers for us on wrap.
So, first thing tomorrow, can one of you speak to the barman on duty, see if there's any chance of recovering the bottles they drank from? Yes, sir.
OK Everything all right, sir? If you were going to drug someone so they'd lose consciousness in the sea and drown, the first thing you'd need to make sure of is they were actually going to go for a swim, right? Right.
Thing is, Andy Spriggs said Catrina's decision to go for a midnight dip was spontaneous.
So, no-one could have known what was actually going to do.
Exactly.
Yet seemingly our killer did know.
How? Right, then.
Cornflakes for Jack.
Yum-yum Mangoes and mosquito for Harry And one dead mouse for Sherman.
Oh, no! Sherman! Sherman! Morning, everybody.
Morning, sir.
On your own today, sir? Well, something of a code red situation vis-a-vis Sherman.
Code red vis a what? He's done a bunk.
Chewed his way through the catch on the cage and did a midnight flit.
What are you going to do, sir? I don't know, Ruby, but I'll tell you this.
It's the last time I ever play dominoes.
So, where are we at? OK, sir.
I've requested the suspects' and the victim's phone and financial records.
Catrina's network provider has given us access to her e-mails, and I got Ruby to check out exactly who this Jake Harrington guy is.
The guy Catrina called the night she was killed.
He was her agent back in the UK, so I left a message for him to call us.
And Ruby's just heading over to the hotel to speak to the barman about crew drinks.
Well, let us know how you get on.
Oh, Ruby, you have any problems, just, you know, call me.
I'll ring, JP.
Whatever you want.
Oh, Ruby Have you forgotten something? What am I like?! Baby steps, JP, baby steps.
Yeah.
So, what else have we got? Yes.
One more thing, sir.
I requested footage, recorded the day Catrina was killed.
Just to see if there were any tensions among the crew, sir.
Three months travelling and working together, bound to take a toll.
Yeah.
I came across this, recorded at the end of the day just as they were about to finish.
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in this week's competition Perfect, Catrina.
Andy, keep rolling, I want some GVs.
This is just visual shots, sir, but the sound does keep on recording, and it picked up a conversation between Terry and Catrina on her mic.
There.
Are you OK, Terry? Of course.
I'm fine.
I should never have told you about it.
I wish I hadn't.
No, no, I'm glad you did - it's just hard for me, you know? You know what you mean to me, don't you? How much I care.
So, she says, "I should never have told you.
" What was she referring to, sir? Her affair with Andy? Terry was jealous, disapproving maybe? On our recording, sir, he does sound a little bit Intense.
You know what you mean to me, don't you? How much I care.
It's really not how it seems.
It rarely is, Terry, rarely is.
Catrina and me, we'd been working on the show since the beginning - we're old friends.
Yes, but, on that recording, you can't deny, you do sound a little Intense.
I don't have romantic feelings for Catrina, if that's what you're thinking.
But she did mean an awful lot to me.
As in, you'd grown close over the years? Yeah.
We always spent our days off together, the pair of us, seeing the sights, sampling the local culture.
Most of the crew keep a wide berth of the boring old sound guy, but Catrina was different.
Never judged people.
So, what was Catrina referring to when she said, she "wished she'd never told you"? About a week ago, she informed me that she intended to leave Hotspots.
Like, stop presenting it, you mean? Silly old softie that I am hadn't taken the news particularly well.
The thought of doing this without her Who else knew, Terry, that Catrina had decided to leave the show? Had she told Bill Calder of her intentions? No idea.
I assume so.
So, Catrina was going to quit, which makes me wonder if Hotspots' producer was aware the star of the show had plans to leave.
We need to chase Catrina's agent.
So, let me get this straight, Andre.
The bottles of beer that the TV crew drank from are going to be somewhere here.
Am I right? Mm-hm.
Don't fancy giving a young police officer a hand, do you? Sorry.
Well, thanks for nothing.
All right, Ruby Patterson, time to show the world what you are made of.
From what I can tell, Bill Calder can be quite the aggressor.
He recently fell out with the unions over claims he pays low wages and doesn't follow regulations.
And by all accounts, he used some pretty nasty tactics to win the case.
You still haven't spoken to the agent? He's on hold.
MUSAK PLAYS Oh, that's dreadful.
Who chose this? I mean, what's wrong with paying a bit of the old Vivaldis or a nice tune, maybe? Hello.
This is Jake Harrington.
Hello.
PHONE RINGS Mr Harrington, thank you for finding a way to talk to me.
Jack Mooney speaking.
It's Darnell.
Darnell! How lovely to hear from you.
How's Sherman? How's Sherman? He's just dandy, yeah.
The hairy scamp could not be better.
Are you sure that's what Catrina did after she spoke to you? Positive.
OK, Darnell, all the best.
Yeah, speak soon.
Urgh! Seems Mrs Darnell has come around to the idea of having an animal in the house sooner than expected.
But let's not worry about that now.
So, tell me, what did the agent have to say for himself? Six months ago, Jake Harrington informed Bill Calder Catrina wanted to leave, and Bill was not happy about it.
He was refusing to let her go? Jake says he got pretty vicious about it, and that's why he and Catrina spoke the night before last.
Funny how he never mentioned that.
Hm.
Look, all right.
I admit, I might have been somewhat selective with the truth, but, yes, Catrina came to see me that night.
Must have been after 11.
She seemed tipsy.
I said I thought it unwise to talk shop if she'd been drinking, but she was adamant.
So, you talked, about her and leaving the show? Something, I don't refute, I was very reticent to let her do.
Can I ask why? Because presenters like Catrina come along once in a blue moon.
She had this very natural girl-next-door quality about her.
Makes Joe Public think she's one of them.
What did you talk about that night? I told Catrina she had a legal commitment to film another three series, and I expected her to honour it.
She said I gave her no choice but to break her contract and go.
I promptly e-mailed my lawyers and told them to prepare for court.
But if Catrina had made up her mind, would taking legal action really have made any difference? Probably not.
We hear you can be quite the tyrant, Bill, if you don't get what you want.
Vicious, even.
That's what show business does to you.
Lots of sharks swimming about the waters.
It's a case of eat or be eaten.
That's an unfortunate analogy.
So, what happens next? We've enough footage of Catrina to cobble together our final episode of this series.
We'll recast for the next.
You're thinking about recasting? Already? Poor girl's only been dead 24 hours.
As they say, the show must go on.
Mr Calder, does the word Meridil mean anything to you? Sorry? Meridil, it's a beta-blocker.
There were large traces of it found in Catrina's system.
Never heard of the stuff.
Thank you.
Well, Ruby, what's the story? OK, so, Bill Calder actually ordered and paid for all the bills, Inspector Mooney.
So, in theory, Bill could have added the Meridil to one of the beers before handing it to Catrina? So, take me through what you've found.
So, the crew drank Palm Tree beers.
So, I started by separating out the bottles with that label on it.
I then dusted those very same bottles for fingerprints and separated them out into three further groupings - ones with no prints belonging to our suspects, ones with one set of suspect prints on them, and ones with more than one set of suspect prints on.
Excellent work.
So, which pile is which? Well, er I think, um You've forgotten, haven't you? No.
I mean, yes.
Urgh! I knew I should have labelled the piles.
Not to worry.
Let's work out which is which.
Won't take us long together.
And then you can get them off to the lab.
So, Ruby, would I be right in saying that remembering things is not one of your strong points? You just noticed! It's, like, my one flaw as a human being.
You know people say they have memories like a sieve? Well, mine's like a bucket - a bottomless one.
So, this fella, Bill Calder, he leaps to the top of the leaderboard to become prime suspect numero uno.
Because, one, he has a motive.
Catrina was desperate to leave Hotspots and Bill's a ruthless man, who hates not getting his own way.
Yeah, and we know it's been a gruelling couple of months travelling together.
So Catrina's decision to quit could have just tipped him over the edge.
Mm-hm.
Number two, when we asked him if he heard of Meridil, you know, he was acting very shifty.
He certainly was, yes.
Number three, Bill Calder ordered the beers for the crew drinks, which is when he could have poisoned Catrina with the Meridil.
Exceptsame problem exists.
If he drugged Catrina's beer down at the bar earlier that evening How could he then predict she would go for an entirely spontaneous swim in the sea a few hours later? COMPUTER BEEPS Because the truth is, if she didn't go for that swim, then she never would have drowned.
Ah, sir.
Your results are back for the glass and the wine bottle in Catrina's room.
Ah - no traces of Meridil in either.
So, the drug must have been administered in the crew drinks.
Well, the bottles have gone to the lab, so I guess we'll find out in the morning.
Until then, let's call it a day.
Yes, sir.
All right.
OK.
Night, sir.
What are you doing with all that stuff? I thought I'd take them home to work on.
How about we divvy it up and do it over a beer at my place? If you're sure, sir.
Thank you.
Grand.
Hey, it's Pippa.
Have you heard the news? I know - it's awful.
TOTALLY unexpected.
Not to sound cold-hearted, but it does present us with something of an opportunity, don't you think? KNOCK AT DOOR JP! Perfect timing.
Give us a hand here, would you? Have some eggs.
Why so many eggs, sir? That's how I'm going to recapture Sherman.
Don't know if I ever mentioned it, but, you see, I'm something of an amateur trapper.
Sure I'd remember if you had, sir.
Growing up, my uncle Terence used to have a farm just outside Clonakilty.
Place was rife with wood pigeons.
Many's a weekend we spent ensnaring the little beggars.
With the wood pigeons, we used to scatter seeds on the ground as bait.
So, I called the vet and I asked him, "What would Sherman like?" And he said, "Hard-boiled eggs"? They go weak at the knees, apparently.
Oh, yeah.
If all goes to plan, the eggy waft will lure Sherman back and he won't be able to resist snaffling them up, which will lead him to that basket there.
At which point, we pull the stick, the basket falls, and our rogue beast is thus rendered incapacitated.
So, what do we do now, sir? We wait, JP, we wait.
CATRINA: And stay tuned, as we're giving away an all-expenses paid trip to Saint Marie in this week's competition.
Perfect, Catrina.
Keep rolling, I want some GVs of the beach.
Find anything more on the footage yet, sir? Nothing we hadn't picked up on before.
I'll tell you one thing it's made me realise - never believe anything you see on the telly, JP.
Why's that? Every shot, Catrina has a big, broad smile.
She looks happy as Larry.
And you don't think that's the case? Well, in my book, people who are content in life don't end up drunk on a beach in the middle of the night with someone else's husband.
Doesn't quite fit with what we know about Catrina so far, does it? I think Catrina was lonely.
JP, wake up! Sherman must have waited for us to fall asleep, seized his opportunity, the devious little But, sir, that's good.
That means the plan can work.
Sherman took the bait.
You're right, JP.
The only mistake we made was to fall asleep.
Tonight, Sherman, it's game over.
OK.
So, the lab have come back with the results on the beer bottles from the crew drinks, and there's no traces of Meridil in any of them whatsoever.
None at all? None at all, sir.
Well, then, how did the killer get the drugs into Catrina's system? What about Bill's accounts? Any sign of a regular payment for Meridil? There was a recurring payment on his debit card to a pharmacy in Bristol, but I called them and they just said, "It's confidential information.
" And I've gone through the suspect's phone records and, again, nothing suspicious.
So, that's it? We've nothing else.
Well, there was one other thing, sir.
I was going through Catrina's old e-mails and I found her first contract for Hotspots.
It commenced in June 2013, but then I remembered that the pilot was filmed in 2012.
Made the Hotspots pilot in 2012.
Since then, there have been 12 series.
So, Catrina didn't host the pilot.
How much do you want to bet some fan has uploaded the pilot episode online? Oh, OK.
Right.
Here we are, Hotspots pilot, circa 2012.
Hello and welcome to the very first edition of Hotspots Oh, my goodness! It's Pippa Mayhew! .
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and we're in the beautiful and bustling city of Marrakech.
So, Hotspots' production coordinator once had aspirations to be in front of the camera herself.
So, maybe Pippa was jealous that Catrina got the job.
But this was seven years ago.
Surely she'd be over that by now? Excuse me, sir.
PBA Entertainment.
Personal management for celebrity singers and presenters.
So, just as Pippa was thinking about getting back into presenting again Hotspots is suddenly in need of a new host.
Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to do this somewhere a bit more private? Why? I've nothing to hide.
Thanks.
You enjoy the public gaze, would you say, Pippa? That's rather a loaded question, Inspector.
We stumbled across the Hotspots pilot you shot a few years ago.
Oh, gosh.
Not my finest hour, by any means.
But it's something you want to pursue still? Oh, Lord, no.
All that attention, I can't imagine anything worse.
We know you're lying to us, Pippa.
We found your agent's website and we gave him a call.
Not been going brilliantly, has it, since you dipped your toe back in the old presenting pool? I'm too old, apparently.
There's something very wrong in the world when 38 is considered past it, don't you think? And what about Hotspots? Is there a chance you could take over? Well, as the network didn't want me first time round, I think it's very unlikely they'll feel differently now.
It looked like you were about to say "but" there - am I right, Pippa? Bill said he was willing to give me a screen test - put me on camera.
He offered to do that? I asked him to, and he said yes.
Look, I'm nudging 40, single, no children, and all because I've spent the last 15 years doing a job in which I spend more time abroad than I do in my own home.
I deserve so much more for what I've sacrificed.
And you'd do anything to get it? Murder, you mean? I'm ambitious, Inspector, not ruthless.
There's a difference.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you.
In theory, Pippa does have motive.
Mm - would she really kill Catrina after all these years? Exactly.
It's like Terry Brownlow and Andy Spriggs - it just doesn't feel strong enough.
Which leaves us with Bill Calder, front and centre as the strongest suspect.
He has motive, he was suspicious when we asked him about the Meridil.
Sir, I think that's the police bike.
Look! Is that Ruby driving it? Ruby.
What are you doing here? Since when did you learn how to ride a motorbike? I'm here because something's come through that I thought you might want to see straight away, and I learned to ride a bike when I was 12, my uncle Selwyn taught me.
So, what's the important thing? The final full postmortem has arrived.
OK.
Don't tell us you forgot it, Ruby.
OK, not to worry.
We'll just have to head back to the station.
Wait, let me try to remember why it was important.
Ruby Just let me concentrate.
Black coffee.
Sorry? Black coffee? As well as the beer and wine Catrina drunk, there was also fresh, black, filtered coffee found in Catrina's stomach.
So, maybe that's what contained the Meridil.
I want to see a copy of everyone's room bill.
Here, fresh filter coffee.
Who ordered it? Bill Calder, no less.
10:45pm, the same night Catrina was killed, he ordered room service - chicken sandwich, mineral water and a fresh coffee for one.
Sir, that's 15 minutes before Catrina went to see him.
Yes, Catrina came to see me that night.
Must've been after 11.
It was Bill Calder who murdered Catrina, wasn't it, Inspector Mooney? Bill? Bill, are you in there? You OK, Pippa? It's Bill, he's not answering, and I can hear water running in there, and I'm worried he's had an accident.
Bill? Excuse me.
Could you open this room? Sure.
We're worried our friend might have hurt himself.
Oh, God.
I can't believe he'd do this.
He's taken an overdose.
What's going on? JP, call an ambulance.
Sir.
It's too late, he's already Bill, what have you done? This is how you found him? What's happened? .
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No! Is he? I'm afraid we need to clear the scene.
Ruby, could you take everyone into the corridor? Please, come with me.
It's OK.
Ambulance is on the way, sir.
So, Bill was prescribed Meridil.
It's as good as a confession.
Bill was either racked with guilt or scared the net was closing in, maybe a bit of both.
Either way, we know it was him that killed Catrina.
And then killed himself.
Let's seal the room.
I'll phone the Commissioner.
Sir.
KNOCK AT DOOR Can I come in, sir? Course.
What are you doing here? I owe you for last night.
And I've got a feeling that you're not entirely sure that we solved the case.
Well, in theory, everything adds up.
But we still can't be sure how Bill Calder knew that Catrina would choose to go for a swim that night and, if he didn't know, how could he be sure she'd pass out and drown? So, what do you think we should do now, sir? Bound to be something we're missing here, we just have to find it.
Yeah.
LIGHT SCRATCHY FOOTSTEPS Sherman! Bingo! I knew it would work! JP, he's getting away! Quick! Well done, Sherman! You win.
I surrender! There you go, Uncle Selly.
Right to the front door.
Thank you, Ruby.
Maybe, in the future, go a little easy on corners.
I wouldn't want you to have an accident.
Understood.
OK.
Yoo-hoo! Look who I brought with me.
It's Commissioner Patterson.
With respect, Inspector, you look terrible.
Can't deny, something of a tough night.
I was under the impression you'd already solved the case.
We have, and we haven't, sir.
I mean, all the evidence points to Bill Calder, but one inconsistency.
How did he manage to predict that Catrina McVey would then go for a swim, when even SHE didn't know that's what she was going to do? That's the only thing stopping me signing off on the case, sir.
Why don't I make a cup of tea? I mean, that's got to help.
Good idea, Ruby.
I'll just get some air.
Will you give me a minute? Well, blow me down with a feather.
Here you go, sir.
It's Sherman's boiled egg.
It is.
Well, that's just it, isn't it? It WAS his boiled egg but isn't any more, cos it's me that's eating it now.
There's nothing the little fella can do about it, nothing at all.
I mean, it's obvious, when you think about it - a simple case of one man eating another man's eggs.
Catrina's decision to go for a midnight dip was spontaneous.
Fresh filter coffee.
Who ordered it? Bill Calder no less.
So, Bill was prescribed Meridil.
It's as good as a confession.
Catrina and me, we've been working on this show since the beginning, we're old friends.
From what I can tell, Bill Calder can be quite the aggressor.
Catrina's death was just a tragic accident.
I was right.
It all comes down to understanding how Bill Calder knew that Catrina was going to go for the swim the night she was killed.
And now you know, sir.
I do, but he didn't - and that's the key to it, JP, that's the key.
And you're sure this time you've actually solved the case.
Absolutely positive, sir.
Ruby, I need you to get to the station, get a hold of all the room bills for all the hotels that Bill and his team stayed at prior to Saint Marie.
Anything you want me to do, sir? Just gather up the suspects - we've got a killer to arrest.
Commissioner.
The great Irish writer, Brendon Behan, he once said, "At the heart "of all loneliness is a yearning for union with one's lost self.
" And I think that's close to what Catrina was feeling when she walked into the sea on that fateful night.
She was lost in life.
Alone in the world, searching for the happier person that she used to be.
And who can blame her for feeling that way? She had a boss who was going out of his way to stop her taking a new job, her production coordinator was desperate to steal the job that she had, a cameraman that she was going to for a bit of affection, and he cared more about protecting his own marriage than he did about her.
The one exception in all this is you, Terry.
You were a true friend to Catrina to the very end, the only one I'd say who was actually looking out for her.
Thank you.
So, which one of you did it? Which one of you killed Catrina McVey and then also murdered Bill Calder? I suggest we deal with these two murders chronologically.
Three nights ago, at ten o'clock in the evening, Catrina McVey returned back to her room.
She poured herself a glass of wine, called her agent, and then she crossed the corridor to speak with Bill Calder about the fact she wanted to leave Hotspots.
We know Catrina was tipsy from the bottle of wine and the beer she'd had down at the bar.
So, Bill, who'd already ordered himself some fresh coffee, poured one for Catrina to help clear her head.
But what Catrina didn't realise is that there was a large amount of crushed Meridil in that coffee.
Meridil? It's a beta-blocker, prescribed to Bill for his heart - and the effect of that drug, mixed with the alcohol, led to Catrina to pass out in the water when she subsequently went for a midnight swim with Andrew.
But the thing is, it wasn't just Catrina who was unaware that the coffee she drank contained Meridil.
Bill Calder didn't know it was there either.
That is because it was Bill Calder our murderer was intending to kill - not Catrina.
Bill ordered the coffee, he was supposed to drink it.
You mean, it WAS an accident? It was Bill Calder who was supposed to die that night.
If he drank that coffee and ingested the large amount of Meridil, well, then that, on top of his normal intake, it would have caused an overdose, resulting in cardiac arrest Which at his age, and with pre-existing heart disease, would just have been assumed as death by natural causes.
In fact, murder would never have been suspected.
Clever plan, except for one thing - it went wrong.
Catrina drank the coffee instead of Bill.
Oh, God.
It's just awful.
It is.
It's terrible, isn't it, Terry? You can't think I did it.
I don't THINK it, Terry, I KNOW you did.
We've checked Bill's previous hotel bills, we know he always ordered room service of a night, some food and mineral water and a coffee.
Now, you've worked with Bill for a very long time now, you knew his routine.
And three nights ago, intending to give Bill an overdose of Meridil, you waited for his order to arrive and then, we assume, you went and visited his room yourself.
Now, I don't know what you talked about.
It doesn't really matter.
One thing's for certain.
When you were inside that room, you made sure that Bill left you alone for a moment, and that's when you added the crushed Meridil to the coffee.
Now, we're waiting to hear back, but we've contacted your mother's GP.
She passed away recently, God rest her.
But, if she had heart problems, I wonder, was she prescribed Meridil as well? That was your plan - give Bill an overdose.
Except, a few minutes after you left Bill's room, what you didn't realise is that Catrina went to see him.
I didn't mean to hurt her! I know, but that is what happened.
You unwittingly killed her.
Then, as a result, you felt the need to kill Bill Calder and stage his death to look like a suicide.
Suicide would be a statement of guilt that Bill was Catrina's killer.
He couldn't live with what he'd done.
And if we believed that Bill was Catrina's killer, then you, Terry Brownlow, walked away scot-free.
So, how did he do it? How did Terry murder Bill, make it look like a suicide? Yesterday morning, you came to see Bill - to "talk to him".
As soon as you had a moment alone, you deposited a large amount of the drugs in the drink.
On top of his normal dosage, wouldn't take long for the effect to take hold and for Bill to die.
Terry then staged the scene to make it look like Bill had taken his own life, placed Bill's body on the bathroom floor with a glass of water, the empty Meridil packetsand then left the room.
So, Pippa, when you came along, calling for Bill, worrying about him, Terry was there waiting, ready to help.
OK, Pippa? But why would he want to kill Bill in the first place? Well, I think it comes back to loneliness.
Terry, by his own admission, didn't have very many people he connected with in life.
But Catrina was different.
She was the first person in a very long time, perhaps ever, Terry genuinely bonded with, cared for.
Catrina was different, never judged people.
It had become more than a friendship to you, hadn't it? You loved her - not in a romantic sense, but as a father would, am I right? She was everything to me.
And like any caring parent, who only wants what's best for their children, it upset and angered you, that Catrina's dream job was being denied to her by Bill Calder.
She decided to give in to him, not break her contract, film another three series, that's what we were talking about that afternoon.
I should never have told you about it - I wish I hadn't.
I'm glad you did, it's just What you didn't realise is that Catrina had changed her mind.
She spoke to her agent, decided to confront Bill, tell him she WAS leaving the show.
But, unaware of this, you proceeded with the plan that you already had in place - to get rid of the man who was denying Catrina her dreams - to murder Bill Calder.
Now, you said that Catrina only told you on this trip that she wanted to leave Hotspots.
But you already knew that was the case before you left, three months ago.
That's right.
Because you brought your mother's old Meridil tablets with you.
You'd already realised that taking Bill's life might be the only solution here.
We know you didn't much like the man.
Officially speaking, we should have all been paid overtime.
Not now, Terry, old chap.
So, the thought of murder, I don't think it caused you too much trouble at all.
Not if it meant helping the young woman that you'd grown to care about more than anything else in the world to achieve her dreams.
Night, Terry.
You might well have got away with it if Catrina hadn't crossed the corridor that night and knocked on Bill Calder's door.
You can make the arrest.
Oh! You managed to catch him, sir.
Course not! But I called the vet again and I asked him, did he know of anyone had a polecat/mongoose/ferret? So, let me introduce you to Sherman Mk 2.
But, sir, won't Darnell notice he's a different animal? I doubt it! Damn thing wasn't even his pet to begin with.
Honestly, Darnell will be none the wiser.
Ah, look who it is! She misses the entire investigation and turns up just in time for the beers! Welcome back, Sarge! Thank you.
So, how was it? Oh, it was beautiful, wasn't it? Yeah, we went for massages, swam in the sea, lay in the sun.
Stuffed our faces with food, and we got engaged.
Sorry, you? Yeah, we got engaged.
Wow! That's fantastic news - fantastic! Congratulations, Sarge! Thank you.
That's, like, the best news ever! Call me old-fashioned, but I'd say that calls for a round of the finest rum punch money can buy.
I'll come with you, sir.
So, Detective Sergeant Cassell, congratulations.
I mean it.
Thank you, sir.
You know, finding someone you want to share the rest of your life with is just about the best thing that can happen to a person.
You don't want to be alone.
I'm made up for you.
I'm not so sure Inspector Mooney should use this Sherman to replace the old one.
Why's that, Ruby? Because this Sherman, well He's a she.
What? You know what? The inspector's had a long few days.
Let's just hold off on breaking the news to him just yet, hm? Hey! Here we are.
Celebration! Get this into you.
OK, to Sherman! Here's to the happy couple.
ALL: Cheers! Dad would have been proud I kept his dream alive for so long.
To Paradise Skies.
Paradise Skies.
Dad wouldn't have been proud of you - he'd have killed you for doing this.
Benedict, no! Benedict Dacre, sir - the coffee king.
Inspector, look at me.
I did not kill my husband.
They wantthey want me to go to prison, don't they? What do you know about crabs? SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMEN Yes, yes, yes!