Sainte-Marie was colonized by the French, who lost it to the British, who lost it to the Dutch. The Dutch lost it back to the French. The French then handed it back to the British in the mid 70's. So, about 30 percent of the population is still French.
Look, don't get me wrong, I'm sure the Caribbean's great, beach holidays and snorkeling, but I can't work here, let alone live here. I don't know if anyone has noticed, but there's a tree growing through my front room!
I am a detective sergeant in the Sainte-Marie Police Force. I graduated top of my year. I have three commendations for bravery. I have been shot twice and I could almost certainly beat you in a fist fight. Whereas you, you are a rude man! You are ignorant, full of your own self-importance, expecting everyone to follow you around and hang on your every word? From now on, you treat me with a little more respect, or I'll be forced to forget I'm a police officer. Okay?
All right, that's enough. No one is to mention this prophecy again! We're detectives. We deal in physical evidence and forensic science. We do not stick pins into dolls and dance naked around the campfire!
So we got a man murdered in broad daylight while handcuffed to a police officer, just over a thousand suspects, and it's a hundred degrees. Marvellous!
I knew it. Well, I suspected it. (Gives Camille the paper) So we can definitely rule out suicide. Solly's death was murder. I think we should-- (Screams at something on his chair)
Hot stones, sauna, they're virtually sauteed, then they lie out in the sun, which basically amounts to grilling. Why don't they just go the whole hog and pop themselves in the microwave?
Well, quite frankly, Camille, some things qualify for a rant. I'm not sure what the exact criterion is, but I'm pretty sure it'd include holding a stranger's nipple in place while someone else sews it on!