I really should be going soon, you know.
Juliet will start to worry.
And how long has she got to go?
Two weeks.
Oh!
You know, my mother said that first babies are always late.
Oh, we'll see, mmm.
How's things going with the new stepdaddy?
Not funny, Dwayne. They're just friends.
Yeah, right.
-Dwayne, no. -One more!
Uh-oh. I'm in trouble.
You're late.
And good morning to you, too.
I know I agreed to do more small talk,
particularly in the mornings,
but that doesn't mean I can't point out when you're late.
I'm late because there's been a murder.
Up in the hills.
RICHARD: So what do we know?
CAMILLE: Not much. Nadia Selim, 30 years old.
Lived at this address for a little under two years.
Quiet, Harry, quiet! These are friends.
Sorry. He's Nadia's dog and he's very distressed.
Come here.
-Georgie Westcott.
I live across there.
And you're the lady who made the call?
Yes, well, um...
Nadia and I travel into work together every morning.
But this morning, she was late,
which isn't like her.
And I rang, and...
When there was no answer,
I used my spare key and went in and...
and that's when I found her.
CAMILLE: Hey, I found the bedroom.
You know, where the body is? You're worried
the furniture's not straight?
Yeah.
Your neighbour's late for picking you up.
Do you really use your spare key to enter her house?
Why would she have coins stuffed in her mouth?
-That's interesting...
I've got a body up here and somebody has stuffed coins
in her mouth.
What have you got that's so interesting?
Dwayne's police shield.
Dwayne's outside.
Sir, the medics want to know about moving the body.
I'll go and talk to them, Fidel.
Photograph the scene for me, if you would.
Yes, sir.
Can you tell us how your shield ended up
at a murder scene?
When we finished last night, we all went for a drink.
-Me, Fidel and Camille.
I see. You didn't invite anyone else?
No.
Or think to invite anyone else?
Never mind. Carry on.
We had something to eat, a few beers, some rum.
Then I met her. Nadia. Outside the bar.
Bonsoir.
We talked. Sort of hit it off, you know?
She said she wanted to go for a walk and
she was very pretty.
In the end, I walked her all the way home.
CAMILLE: What time was this? DWAYNE: About 10:00.
You want to come in for coffee?
That, um, mark on your neck. How'd you get it?
We were messing around. She asked me to teach her
some self-defence moves.
-No.
Like I said, I was showing her some moves,
she said she was nervous about walking home alone.
Okay.
We had a bit of a cuddle.
-Yes.
-I left just after midnight.
You didn't see anyone on the way home?
No.
And when you left her, the victim was alive and well?
-Yes. -What kind of question
is that?
The kind of question you ask a witness in a murder inquiry.
-No, this is Dwayne. -He's still a witness.
You just asked him if he killed her.
No, I didn't.
You asked if she was still alive when he left.
Look, it's okay. I know you have to ask me
this stuff.
It's procedure. Right?
-I've got photos, sir. -Thank you, Fidel.
Right, I want door-to-door inquiries.
Start taking statements from all the neighbours,
anyone who knew her.
Particularly if anyone saw her or anyone else last night.
-Yes, sir. -Not you, Dwayne.
-Chief... -You're a witness,
quite possibly the last person to see the victim alive.
I can't have you knocking on people's doors
asking them questions.
Why not?
Because if he asks them whether they saw the victim
with anyone last night,
and they say, "Yes, Officer, I saw her with you,"
then it muddies the water just a little,
don't you think?
Go back to the station and write up your statement.
Yes, Chief.
What?
Fidel, go and start talking to the neighbours.
Please tell me you don't believe
Dwayne is involved in this.
He was the last person to see her alive.
Apart from the killer.
He has a scratch mark on his neck he admits
came from the victim.
-He explained that. -I'm simply doing things
by the book.
I don't care about your stupid book.
I want to know if you think Dwayne killed this girl,
yes or no.
Based purely on my knowledge of Dwayne
and the fact that everything points towards
this being a premeditated murder,
while Dwayne clearly only met the victim
hours before she was killed,
therefore making it difficult to corroborate
such a premeditation,
I'd say that, on balance, it's unlikely.
Was that yes or no?
-No! -Good!
Although strictly speaking, that doesn't mean
he didn't do it.
Look, we owe it to the victim to conduct
a thorough investigation.
Why are you being so grumpy? -I'm not being grumpy.
-Yes, you are.
I'm simply doing my job.
Then let's stop talking about Dwayne and
find the real killer.
There has to be a connection.
Dwayne left his badge behind, so he must have been
in uniform, right?
Yes.
Okay, so you're a girl in a bar, fine.
So you invite a policeman back to your house, fine.
Then you're killed the moment he leaves?
It's connected. It has to be.
Okay. But why?
Well, at the risk of being called grumpy again, that's
what I intend to find out!
-Morning, sir.
Is that right
Yes. Do you live here?
Me? Oh, no, no. I was just passing.
I saw a commotion.
-If you'll excuse me.
Burglar, was it?
I'm sorry. I can't discuss that with you.
This is about last night, isn't it?
What?
Why you're being so grumpy.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Because we all went for a drink last night...
No, no, no. Not "we all". Just you three.
I knew that's what it was. Okay, look...
No, just discovering the words "we all" doesn't seem
to include me?
A little bit chastening, that's all.
How can it include you? You never come
out for a drink.
You never ask me.
No, no, no. We stopped asking.
There's a difference. And you tell me, who's more rude,
the person who stops asking or the person who never
once says yes?
Okay, I'm sorry I snapped.
-English. -And you're very French.
Now, can we please get on with the task in hand?
Why did the killer fill her mouth with money?
Hmm.
Repaying a debt?
Looks like asphyxiation.
No other sign of trauma, as far as I can see.
Doesn't make sense.
Why are these drawers sticking out?
Okay, so she's murdered,
coins symbolically placed into her mouth,
but you're still on the furniture, aren't you?
"Nadia Selim, Finance Director,
JIT Shipping."
You ever heard of JIT Shipping?
No. So go on, then. What's so interesting about
the furniture?
I think that after Nadia was killed, the house was
searched, thoroughly.
This cushion was unzipped,
this cover wasn't straight,
the corner of this carpet's folded over,
the books aren't quite flat against the shelves.
Everything's been checked and put back, done so you almost
wouldn't notice,
unless you knew what you were looking for.
Okay. So the killer was looking for something?
-That's good. -No, it's not good.
It's illogical.
The smashed glass, the lamp knocked over like this
suggests she was in her bed.
She lashed out, but she was suffocated before she could
do anything.
What's illogical about that?
Well, she was killed first, then the house was searched.
Why not keep your victim alive so she can tell you
where to find what you're looking for?
As I said, it's illogical.
So what did Nadia have in her house
that was worth killing over?
And did the killer find it?
Were any of these windows open?
No.
Or have they been forced in any way?
Not as far as we can see.
No sign of a break
Maybe the victim opened the door, but why would she?
We know it was past midnight.
The neighbour had a key.
Shh. Good boy.
Do we really believe the neighbour let herself in
just because the victim was late for work?
Agreed.
How did the killer get inside without breaking any locks?
Why did he fill the victim's mouth with coins?
What was he looking for when he searched the house?
Why did he kill her before he started looking,
and having killed her, did he find what
he was looking for?
And is her death in any way linked to her taking
home a policeman?
Ah, Fidel. What do the neighbours say?
Not very much.
It seems like the victim kept herself
to herself mostly,
Two of them heard her dog barking around 10:00.
That must have been her and Dwayne arriving at the house.
But no one saw or heard anything suspicious.
And those that knew her say that she was a very nice lady
and they can't think of why anyone would want to harm her.
Hmm. Yet someone did.
Where next?
I'm John Taylor. I own the company.
Thank you for seeing us.
Anything that can help catch Nadia's killer.
I couldn't believe when I heard. It's hit everybody
here very hard.
Of course.
What line of business are you in, Mr Taylor?
Import-export.
Throughout the Caribbean, USA and Europe.
What sort of goods?
Oh, whatever I can make a profit on.
I understand Nadia was your finance director.
That's right.
Is that her desk? -Yes.
Nadia dealt with our finances,
but her real skill was finding loopholes in tax regimes.
She could get a subsidy in one country by
taking goods out of it
and a rebate in another by bringing them in.
RICHARD: How long had she worked for you?
TAYLOR: A couple of years.
I don't know how we're going to get on without her.
Or have any debts elsewhere?
No, I... I don't think she even had a credit card.
She didn't approve of debt.
What about her next
She also works with you, doesn't she?
That's right. Georgie's my PA.
And how did Nadia and she get on?
Yes?
Georgie...
I think she felt a little overshadowed
when Nadia arrived.
Jealous, even.
Nadia really was a remarkable woman.
So they didn't get on?
They weren't natural friends.
And Nadia could be withering if she thought you weren't
pulling your weight.
Can I ask where you were last night?
I was at home.
-Yes.
Anyone with you?
-No, I live alone. -Hmm.
So you're not married or in a relationship?
No.
Anything?
CAMILLE: Is this her personal laptop?
Yes.
I'm sorry. I can't allow that.
Why is that?
It's got a lot of sensitive information on it.
We're used to handling sensitive information.
That may well be, but the computer belongs to
the company and I...
Would you rather we got a warrant and took if from
you by force?
Whether or not he killed Nadia, John Taylor
is hiding something.
CAMILLE: I'll start with checking Nadia's laptop.
-Here's my statement, Chief. -Thank you.
Dwayne.
Does it say anything other than you met
the victim in a bar,
walked her home, taught her a few self-defence moves,
during which you sustained a small injury
and gave her a little bit of a "cuddle" before leaving
around midnight?
No, Chief.
You didn't argue or asphyxiate her or fill her
mouth with loose change?
Of course I didn't.
Then I'm eliminating you from our inquiries.
DWAYNE: What about procedure?
We work better as a team, so you can start by
looking through the files
and seeing if we've got anything previous
on Nadia Selim
or JIT Shipping.
Thanks, Chief. I'm on it.
So what kind of name is Selim?
Sounds Turkish or Middle Eastern.
FIDEL: According to this, you were right.
Selim is Arabic. It means "safe".
CAMILLE: There were 26 coins in all.
-Not even $3. -Hmm.
Hardly a debt repaid.
Which leaves us with it being symbolic,
a message to someone.
But who?
Only one thing on file, Chief.
About five weeks ago, one of the victim's neighbours
made an official complaint about her dog barking.
Thought it looked vicious.
-It's a beautiful dog. -Till it takes your arm off.
Who made the complaint?
Uh, a Jacko Gardiner.
I interviewed him this morning.
And?
Well, he complained about the dog again, but other than
that he said that
he didn't see or hear anything
and that he didn't know the victim
particularly well.
He knew her well enough to make a complaint about her.
You're not going to kill someone because their dog
barks too much.
I once investigated a murder where a husband killed a wife
because she refused to pass him
the TV remote control.
Yeah, that is annoying.
At the moment, if we're ruling you out,
it's all we've got.
RICHARD: That's interesting.
Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm.
Barking dogs, neighbours snitching
on one another, vendettas...
I may have been transplanted a few thousand miles,
surrounded by jungle and, um,
that is quite clearly a goat crossing
the road, even as I speak,
but I recognise this place.
This
is suburbia.
Your version of it, perhaps, but suburbia.
These are my people.
What do you want?
Mr Gardiner, could we have a quick word?
I understand you made a formal complaint against
your neighbour, Nadia Selim.
That dog of hers should be shot.
It's vicious. She didn't control it.
She let it run wild.
It's a danger to others and it barked day and night.
The postman turn up, it bark. Somebody walk past, it bark.
-Yes, I did.
Just as I was getting into my bath.
And what time was that?
Like I told the boy you sent earlier, 10:00.
I always take my bath at 10:00.
Did you ever argue with Miss Selim about her dog
at her house?
-No. -You never went to her house
last night?
I said no, didn't I?
Have you seen anyone in the area
recently you don't know?
Yeah.
-You two.
Is that it?
RICHARD: Yeah, well, um...
We may be back.
"My people."
The statements taken by Fidel, did you read them?
Yes.
Well, some of them, including Mr Gardiner,
reported a dog barking at or around 10:00 pm.
When we think she and Dwayne arrived back at the house.
Exactly.
But none of them mentioned anything about it
barking later. Why not?
I mean, the killer must have arrived after Dwayne left.
It's past midnight, someone arrives at the house,
possibly breaking in, somehow.
Why didn't the dog, that seemingly
barks at everything, bark?
You're right. It doesn't make any sense.
Mmm.
The curious incident of the dog who didn't
bark in the night.
Sorry?
When Fidel went to interview Georgie Westcott,
there was no answer.
So why is she now watching us from behind her net curtains?
Hello?
-I wasn't.
Not really.
An officer came to your door this morning,
but you didn't answer.
-I must have been out.
Walking Harry.
Sorry.
Do you mind if we, um...
Yep.
It's good of you to look after Miss Selim's dog.
He's not a nuisance for you at all?
Of course not. We had a pact.
If anything happened to me, Nadia would look after my cat
and if anything happened to her...
You have a cat?
She's in hiding. She doesn't much like Harry.
Well, dogs in general.
We went to see your employer, Mr Taylor.
You're his personal assistant, is that right?
Yes.
And you don't seem very happy about it.
He's...
What?
First it was me. That was bad enough.
But all that changed when Nadia came along.
He fell for her hook, line and sinker.
He'd send inappropriate emails the whole time
and when he talked to her, you could tell he was...
Undressing her with his eyes.
Why did Nadia put up with it?
She said it was nothing compared to what she'd put up
with in the past.
-I assumed she had
boyfriend trouble.
But she never really talked about it.
Whenever I tried to talk to her about her past,
she'd stick her head in one of her crosswords
and pretend she wasn't listening.
Look.
I didn't know whether to give you this,
whether I'd be betraying her, but...
Yesterday,
she seemed really on edge. She brought me this envelope,
asked if I'd look after it for a few days.
That's why you went into her house this morning.
You were already worried about her, weren't you?
What is it?
Looks like an emergency escape plan. Money and
an Antiguan passport.
What would she be planning to escape from?
Oh, what's that?
A vet's bill.
Why would she keep a vet's bill
that's two years old?
Knowing how much Nadia loved Harry,
it was to let me know the name of his vet?
Hmm.
Miss Westcott, have you ever heard the name Rose Duchamp?
No. Why?
Because according to this passport,
that was Nadia's name.
RICHARD: So who was Rose Duchamp? Watch out...
And why was she living on Saint-Marie under
a false name?
Okay, let's run the passport through the computer,
see if it's real or not.
Looks like Nadia Selim could be a fake identity.
Fidel, did you speak to any witnesses
who heard the victim's dog
-No.
Far as I can make out, he only barks at strangers.
He didn't bark at all when we went to see
Georgie Westcott just now,
'cause he'd seen us once today already.
Well, he barked at me last night.
Yeah, that's the point. You were a stranger,
and people heard that.
FIDEL: So why didn't he bark at the killer?
Precisely.
Because the dog must have known the killer.
A friend or a neighbour.
Unless you've got a better explanation.
Well, I've been through her laptop.
Nothing special.
Photo and music files and some racy emails
from someone called Big John.
Her employer.
Well, I tell you, some of them even made me blush.
CAMILLE: Okay, that's weird.
Her passport's authentic.
She is Rose Duchamp from Antigua,
but her details are on an intelligence list.
And there's a number we've got to ring
if we have any information about her whereabouts.
-Uh, SOCA.
-SOCA!
Serious Organised Crime Agency, based in London.
But why would they be interested in a finance
director from the Caribbean?
This is Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey
calling from the Honore Police Station on Saint-Marie.
We've got some information about Rose Duchamp and...
Uh, yes, I'll hold.
So what do this SOCA do, exactly?
Serious crime.
The Mafia, Eastern European gangs...
And if she's involved in serious crime,
it goes a long way to explain why she left
Antigua in a hurry
and why she's been living here under a false name.
Until yesterday, when her past may well have caught up
with her.
Uh, okay...
Well?
They said they wouldn't tell me anything
over the phone.
That's, um, a little patronising.
And they've got a case officer on the island already.
What, there's someone already here
DI Chris Ricketts. Sorry I haven't
come forward sooner.
But I just wanted to take stock of everything,
see what was what.
So how long have you been here?
How's London?
Winter's just settling in. You can smell the damp leaves.
It was bitter the morning that I left.
The grass stiff with white frost. You could feel it
crunching underfoot.
It's not like this inferno.
What season is this?
They don't have seasons. It's this hot all year round.
From January to December.
They don't have seasons? How can you have a year
without seasons?
-They don't.
Excuse me. We've got a case to discuss. Remember?
Ah, yes. We were getting to that. It's, um...
well, you know, good manners to exchange
a few pleasantries first.
-Camille's French. -Ah.
So. To business.
Right. Well, two years ago, a woman contacted us
anonymously from Antigua
saying she had information about a money-laundering ring
but didn't know what to do with it.
This was Nadia?
That's right.
She got herself involved with a guy who turned out to be
a money launderer,
quite a big player.
She admitted she'd stolen files
from her boyfriend
that could blow the ring sky-high.
-Well, somebody got to her.
And whoever it was must have frightened the
living daylights out of her,
because she just disappeared.
Vanished into thin air.
That was until two days ago, when she called me
out of the blue.
This man, the one she was going to tell you about,
you think he found her?
She rang off before she could say where she was,
so we put a trace on the call, my boss put me on
a plane and, well,
-here I am. -So she never gave you
the information?
No. You've not found anything, have you?
Files CD?
Laptop, even?
No, we, uh... We checked her work laptop,
but just music.
Some inappropriate emails from her boss.
We're also pretty sure her house was searched
after she was murdered.
RICKETTS: That's it.
Whoever killed her probably took the information
she was holding.
Well, we can't be sure, but it's certainly
a reasonable assumption.
Well, the ex-boyfriend has to be the murderer.
Has there never been anyone else since
you've been here?
Oh, the occasional holiday romance.
Nothing serious.
And was that out of choice
or just how things turned out?
I don't know.
Maybe bite-sized pieces of romance are easier to
digest at my age.
Besides, I enjoy my own company.
I have lots of friends.
So there's nothing you miss about being a couple?
Sometimes.
When I see something funny or read something
in the newspapers,
I turn to tell someone, but there's no one there.
AIDAN: For me it's always the mornings, you know?
I'm still putting two cups on the table,
still putting four slices of bread in the toaster.
That's nothing to do with being lonely. It's just
going senile.
This is DI Chris Ricketts from SOCA in London.
-I saw you this morning. -Yeah, sorry about that.
Autopsy report's in, sir. Death by asphyxiation.
Embedded fibres seem to confirm the pillow was used.
Bruising on her chest suggests that a knee or
forearm was used
to hold her down.
And there were some more coins found lodged down her throat.
Four, to be precise, I'd imagine.
Yes.
As we know, the victim's real name was Rose Duchamp.
And it seems her killer was a man from her past.
We think he's based in Antigua, part of a
money-laundering ring worth...
Hundreds of millions of dollars.
Rose had information that could have
put this man behind bars
and she called London after two years of living
a new life, new identity.
-She was in fear of her life.
You think she saw him?
Do we have a description of this man?
Nothing.
And even if we did, I doubt it would help.
Why not?
For two years, this guy's been one step ahead of us.
If he killed Rose Duchamp in the early hours
of this morning,
he's probably left the island by now.
RICHARD: Not necessarily.
Look, you don't get it. The man is a ghost.
We don't know what he looks like, we don't even know
what he's called.
And the only person who could positively identify him
was murdered this morning.
I think he's almost certainly still on the island.
He's a professional. He's hardly going
to hang around.
RICHARD: That's precisely why he will.
Only an amateur would try to leave the island
within hours
of the murder taking place, thereby drawing
attention to himself.
No. He's still here.
That's why this case has never really got started.
CAMILLE: What?
There was no traction,
no one who quite hit the spot,
because the killer's a professional.
RICKETTS: We don't even know who we're looking for.
Ah, but we do.
We may not know his name or what he looks like,
but we know why he killed Rose Duchamp,
we know how and we know when.
We also know he's still on the island.
Which means,
quite possibly for the first time, we're one step
ahead of him.
DI Ricketts,
can you give us access to the existing files and help us
to know what you know?
Yes, yes, of course.
-You can use my desk, sir.
RICHARD: Check with the airlines.
See if you can get a passenger list
for all flights from Antigua
-during the past month. -Okay.
Dwayne, background. Run checks on
all the neighbours.
See if any of them have links to Antigua just in case
he wasn't working alone.
-Yes, Chief. -Anyone needs me,
I'll be at the crime scene.
Detective Inspector. Just the man.
Actually, I'm in something of a hurry, sir.
-Five minutes. -Well, I...
-All right. -Not in there.
Come on. I'll buy you a cold drink.
Hi!
You'll have to get yourself your drinks.
Aidan's cooked me a farewell lunch.
He flies home tomorrow.
AIDAN: Yeah, well, I'm sure I'll be back, you know.
It's very beautiful here.
Oh, sorry. My manners.
Aidan, this is Camille's boss, Inspector Poole.
-Inspector. -Richard, please.
Camille likes to talk, um, a lot.
Family trait.
And this is Selwyn Patterson, the Police Commissioner
for Saint-Marie.
Aidan Miles, pleasure to meet you.
Please, don't let us disturb your lunch.
This is all a bit cloak-and-dagger,
isn't it?
I, uh... I have something I need to talk to you about.
Oh?
What's this?
I've been talking to your superintendent
in London.
The detective they have brought in to cover for you
has finished his attachment.
Sorry, I don't understand.
It's a Human Resources thing.
Before they can offer him the position permanently,
the Met guidelines state that you must be offered
the position first.
What?
That's the number for the Human Resources officer
dealing with the case.
If you ring up, you can have your old job back.
I can have my old job back?
I can go back to London and not be hot or
have sand everywhere?
Yes.
Or, of course, you could stay here.
I could go to the White Hart,
sit in the snug with a pint in my hand.
Yes, you could.
I thought it best I told you alone to give you time
to make your decision.
No. Yeah, yeah. Absolutely.
No, I shall have to think long and hard. Yep.
Ooh, it's a tough one.
But, um, you'll have to phone today.
What?
The last day they can keep the job offer
open for you is today,
6 p.m., UK time.
That's in, um, two hours.
Whoa, whoa. What?
And when exactly did the Super ring you with this news?
-Uh...
not as such. No.
And it wasn't yesterday, was it?
No.
It was long before today, but you didn't want
me to know.
You were hoping it would go away.
You're leading a good team here,
Detective Inspector.
That's no excuse.
I'd like you to stay.
I want to go home.
I know.
Then I suggest you make the call.
-Oh! -Oh!
-Sorry. Can't stop! -I was just...
There's a call I've got to make!
DWAYNE: Oh, you'll be the best dad, Fidel.
But he'll need his Uncle Dwayne to teach
him about a few things.
FIDEL: Oh, really
Women, motorbikes, climbing trees.
I can climb trees. Hello? Sorry. Yes.
This is Officer Fidel Best calling from
Honore Police Station.
That was quick, Chief.
If we cross-reference the passenger list
against the hotels,
see where they were staying,
we can find out who can account for their movements
and we can dismiss a huge amount of them.
-CAMILLE: Women, children,
elderly.
DWAYNE: Good thinking.
But the truth is we've no way of knowing
whether he got the information Rose was hiding or not.
We have to assume he has.
I'm sorry, but how can we expect to solve this puzzle
if Inspector Ricketts has been on it for years
and not got anywhere?
Wait.
You get something? Ooh.
Well, that's, um...
Ooh!
FIDEL: Selim. It means "safe".
Uh...
CAMILLE: Nadia Selim, 30 years old.
Lived at this address for a little under two years.
Of course.
Mmm.
Why would she keep a vet's bill that's
two years old?
Oh ho!
Oh!
Oh, that's brilliant!
Oh, that's superb!
Nearly two hours.
I've got time. Uh, right. Um, exciting news.
Well, at least, exciting for me.
Uh, so I'll stop being English and buy you all a drink.
Meet me across the road to say bon voyage.
Yeah.
In one hour. Only, I've got to go pick up Georgie Westcott
first, yeah?
So I'll see you there. Drinks are on me!
CATHERINE: Thank you.
I wouldn't mind, you know.
-If you wanted him to move in.
I can find a place.
Thank you, but we're a little way from that yet.
Just a little way?
I heard he cooked you lasagne.
Which was very nice.
I'm happy you're not alone.
Hearing you laugh, watching you dance.
Oh, I always dance.
Why are you arguing with me? I'm trying to give you
my blessing here.
I know.
-Thank you. -But I'm not calling him Dad.
Ah.
Sorry, everyone. Sorry.
Half an hour left. Perfect.
Uh, I might have to jump around a bit
because, uh, well, I never really looked at it
the way it was designed,
as a puzzle.
Once I did, I got it. -At least I think I have.
I think I know where to find our killer.
-How exciting! -Should we really be
doing this here?
Well, yes, because as soon as we're done,
then I've got an announcement to make,
so we'd only have to come back here anyway,
so I thought we may as well, um, you know...
-Hey, that's the Chief.
This case has been a puzzle right from the start,
quite literally.
Firstly, the murderer of Nadia as you knew her,
Rose Duchamp as she really was,
was carried out with the kind of professional attention
to detail
none of the suspects we could find were capable of.
But according to Inspector Ricketts,
we know that Rose came to Saint-Marie to run away
from her past,
more specifically, the lover she discovered
to be a criminal.
She at first intended to hand him over to the police,
but was clearly got to before arrangements could be made.
Um...
it's strange that someone managed to get to her
so easily
if she was under police protection,
don't you think?
But can we be sure that it was Rose's criminal ex-lover
that murdered her
and not the lascivious boss or the cranky neighbour,
Jacko Gardiner,
or the somewhat resentful friend,
Georgie Westcott?
I think we can.
You see, the biggest clue to the identity of the killer
was the coins found stuffed in the victim's mouth.
On the surface, something of a random act.
Until you realise there were 26 coins,
plus a further four found lodged in her throat.
Thirty pieces of silver.
Judas. So this was a message that she was killed
for betraying someone.
Exactly that.
Someone who wanted others to know the penalty for
such a betrayal.
And we have mystery number two.
The house was searched, so the killer was
clearly looking for something.
But what?
Logically, it had to be the information
we're told Rose had promised the police.
-Makes sense. -Hmm.
But Rose gave an envelope to her neighbour
for safekeeping.
So it occurred to me, if she knew that
she was in danger,
that her past had caught up with her,
then why leave the information in the house?
Why not give it to her neighbour for safekeeping
as well?
And then it hit me. That's exactly what she did.
When the killer broke into Rose's house last night,
he had no idea that the key piece of information
he needed wasn't there.
I think he saw Rose with a policeman and
knew he had to act.
Obviously the locks on the door didn't prove too much
of an obstacle to him.
We know that Harry, Rose's dog,
barked at strangers,
yet none of the witnesses heard a dog barking
after midnight.
So we can be sure that Harry knew the killer.
And as Rose brought the dog with her from Antigua,
I'm assuming he recognised the killer instantly.
In fact, I'd hazard a guess
that Harry here will run straight to the killer.
CAMILLE: You mean, the killer's here?
RICHARD: Oh, yes.
In fact, he was here last night, which is why
Rose was frightened.
Why, when she saw a police officer,
she made sure she made him take her home.
Wait, you said Rose left some information
with a neighbour.
I thought it was just cash and a passport.
Yeah.
And this.
A vet's bill.
$75 for identity-chipping Harry.
But if you accept that the victim
gave her neighbour all her most valued possessions,
then the very thing that brought her to Saint-Marie
must also be in there.
And if it wasn't the passport or the cash,
then it had to be this vet's bill.
It wasn't until an hour ago that it occurred to me
how she did it.
So Georgie and I took Harry to see the vet,
to have the chip removed.
Only to discover that it wasn't a pet identity chip,
it was a memory chip,
no doubt containing all the incriminating files
Rose had told the police in Antigua about.
I'm sure the identity of Rose Duchamp's killer
is on here,
along with enough evidence to convict him.
So all we have to do is run it through the computer?
Yes. But, uh, she left us one last clue.
You see, uh, Rose was incredibly bright.
She loved to play games, solve puzzles.
And the final clue is the most damning of all.
It's also the simplest to solve, once you know how.
RICKETTS: So what is it?
She knew that if anything
happened to her,
it was the last chance she had to expose the person
she was running from.
It was the name she gave herself when she came
to Saint-Marie.
Nadia...
Selim.
Anyone?
You see, any good crossword enthusiast,
as Rose was, knows to look out for an anagram.
Or, as in this case,
words that work equally well
when spelt backwards.
It was you, Aidan, wasn't it?
You killed Rose Duchamp.
It was you who approached her in her sleep
and killed her before searching her house.
You're the man she was running from,
the ex-boyfriend at the heart of the money-laundering ring
who she's finally exposed.
You came to Saint-Marie almost two weeks ago,
you've been looking for Rose ever since you got here.
You found her last night.
Take him away.
-Took us one day.
Well, at least I get to go home.
Home!
What did I do with the paper?
Hold on, wait. Hold on. Sir? Uh, the baby's coming.
-Juliet, you know, she's...
The baby, it's coming!
-Then go! -Yeah! Go, go, go!
You process him, I'll bring the car round.
-No, no. I'll process him,
you bring the car round.
I'll lock him up, then we'll follow Fidel.
I don't seem to have any signal. Uh...
I don't suppose anybody else has got any, have they?
What's more important than Fidel's baby?
Sir
No, sorry.
-I'm a daddy! -Oh!
-DWAYNE: Well done, Fidel.
So.
-You know I didn't.
Good. You decided to stay.
No, not exactly, I just couldn't...
I'm sorry, sir, but you've tricked me again.
I find that very underhand.
Would you like to make an official complaint?
-The Police Commissioner.
-Yes.
Congratulations, Fidel. Very happy for you.
Thank you, sir.
There's nothing quite as glorious as a new life.
No.
You can hold her, sir, if you want.
Oh, uh, actually...
Never held a baby before, so...
Then it's about time you did.
Uh...
Yes. Great.
Oh, hello.
Aww.
Oh, God, she's just been sick on me.
Sorry, what do I do now?
It's okay. I'll take her.
Yeah, yeah. Please do. Please. Sorry. So sorry.
I made her sick. Oh.
Murderers! I'm so much more comfortable with murderers
than I am with babies.
FIDEL: Don't worry, I'll take her back to her mother.
Maman?
-I'm always all right.
-Good night, Richard. -Good night.
Hello? Over here!
Thanks.
Aren't you going to sit down?
-Uh, yeah.
-Yes.
I was starting to think you'd loosened up a bit.
I have.
I mean, sitting on the beach, beer in hand, free spirit...
I'm virtually feral.
Hardly.
All the time you've been here, have you learnt anything?
You've changed your opinion maybe?
Yeah, there is something I've realised.
Something I suppose it's taken me a long time to notice.
Yes?
Something I've really come to appreciate
more than I thought I would.
-My own company.
-Nothing.
That is so annoying.
-Yes.
You're so English!
Being English doesn't mean you're annoying.
Oh, yes, it does.
Well, if you don't mind me saying so, I think
that's very childish.
And what has being French got to do with it?
-You started it. -No, I didn't.
Stop laughing! I'm dying here! I've got sand in my eye!
CAMILLE: Oh, stop being a baby.