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Santa?

Santa?

Evening, young man.

It's Marvin, right?

It's lovely to meet you. My name is Selwyn.

Officer Selwyn Patterson.

Your mum and dad,

they're a little worried right now.

Your brother Linus, he's gone missing.

Do you know where he might be?

Then how about we get you back to bed?

So as us grown-ups
can get to looking for him.

Try and get some shuteye. All right?

You'll find Linus, won't you?

I promise.

Move to the right. Everybody...

So, Commissioner, the night
Linus Peters disappeared in 1977,

what, in your personal
opinion, happened to him?

My personal and professional
opinion are no different.

That he got lost in the mangrove
swamp near the family home

and died there.

Mm.

His body was never found.

The morning after Linus was reported missing,

a hurricane hit the island.

The search was called off.

When it was recommenced 48 hours later,

there was little expectation
he could have survived.

And you found one...

..of his sandals.

And in the absence of
any evidence of foul play...

Linus Peters was assumed dead.

And you stand by that hypothesis, do you?

I do.

Mm.

The podcast won't drop for a fair few months.

I still have a ton of interviews to do here.

Miss Langan, what do you hope to achieve

by dredging all this up again?

I have no agenda, I promise you.

I'm only dusting off a story
that might interest my listeners.

Over the last couple of
centuries, a handful of people

have lost their lives to the
swamp where Linus went missing.

A local urban myth suggests

if you go there at midnight...

..and listen very closely to the wind,

you can hear the voices of the dead...

..calling out for help.

Jennifer Langan speaking.

Hello?

Is there someone there?

It's Jennifer here.

It's just past midnight.

I'm at the swamp.

Linus?

Are you there, Linus?

Just give me a sign to
let me know you're there.

♪ You're wondering how

♪ You will pay for the way you misbehaved

♪ The first time I swallowed

♪ Now you're on your own

♪ I won't return

♪ Forever you will wait

♪ You're wondering now... ♪

Good morning. Merry Christmas.

♪ Now you know this is the end

♪ You're wondering how

♪ You will pay for the way you misbehaved. ♪

OK, tree. Let's get you inside.

Right?

Now that's what I call
perfect timing, Commissioner.

Fancy giving me a hand?

What do you think, Officer Pryce?

By the look on your face, I'm guessing no.

You guess right. Thank you.

And what time do you land?

OK. Yeah.

Morning, sir. Morning, Sergeant.

Good morning, Commissioner. Miss Curtis.

OK, Mum, well, have a safe flight.

I'll see you soon. Love you, bye. Oh, Mum...

Um...

Did you remember to pack
those... items I asked for?

You know, the Brussels
sprouts and the other stuff?

OK. OK, I love you, Mum.

Brussels sprouts, Inspector?

Well, yes, sir. You see, my
mum's coming over for Christmas

and I asked her to pack
a few festive essentials -

Brussels sprouts, a few parsnips,
nut-free Christmas pudding.

All the things you need
for a perfect Christmas Day.

That's your perfect Christmas Day, honey?

You need to get out more.

DS Thomas?

Sir, was there something you wanted?

Only to mention the Honore town
carol service is fast approaching

and our attendance would be appreciated.

I do love a Christmas singalong.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Thank you for your help, boss man.

Don't call me boss man.

Commissioner. Inspector.
That was the paramedics.

We've got a suspected murder.

A British woman called Jennifer Langan.

No.

You know her, Commissioner?

She interviewed me for a true crime
podcast she hosts only yesterday.

Wait, not THE Jennifer
Langan, the crime novelist?

Do we know what happened?

Looks like she was shot
at the swamp near the bay.

So this podcast, what's it about?

In 1977, there was a young
boy called Linus Peters

who went missing.

It was one of my first cases.

I was just out of training.

After an extensive investigation,

it was concluded that Linus

lost his life in this same swamp.

And now Jennifer Langan has been shot here.

Single bullet to the heart.

Paramedics reckon she's
been here since late last night.

And the gun?

It's a revolver. .35
calibre. It looks old, rusty.

Well, let's get it to the lab,
confirm it's the murder weapon.

It's odd that the killer chose
to leave such an incriminating

piece of evidence here.

Also, sir, the victim's mobile
phone was found on the ground

by her body.

Checked the call log, and there
was an incoming call at 20 to midnight,

but the number was withheld,
so I'll give it a proper check

at the station.

What was she doing out
here in the middle of the night?

It is understood the successful
crime writer came to Saint Marie

to record an episode of Unsolved,
the true crime podcast she hosts.

There has been no statement
given by the police so far.

With millions of books sold in her lifetime,

there's no question Jennifer Langan's death

will come as a shock to many.

Good morning, sir.

How can I help you?

Actually, it's me that
can help you, sweetheart.

I've got some information
on Jennifer Langan. OK.

I know why she came
down to this swamp last night.

And? She came looking for a ghost.

If Jennifer Langan was
revisiting the Linus Peters case,

do we think maybe that's
why someone killed her?

Because she uncovered something new?

That has to be a possibility.

Hey. You all OK? You look
like you've seen a ghost.

Actually, we kind of have,
Inspector. What do you mean?

Marlon was going through
the victim's mobile phone,

and there's a recording on it from last night

at the time of the murder.

I swear, sir, it's the
freakiest thing I've ever heard.

..here.

Just past midnight.

I'm at the swamp.

Linus?

Are you there?

You want to speak with me, Linus?

Just give me a sign to
let me know you're there.

Is she trying to communicate
with...? With Linus Peters' ghost.

Sir, that's exactly what she's trying to do.

That's crazy. But that ain't the half of it.

It's hard to tell what's being
said for, like, half a minute or so.

It's all muffled.

But then there's this.

Is that you?

Is that really you?

It's me, Linus.

That...

..can't be.

There was a gunshot there.
That should give us time of death.

Two minutes past midnight.

And the voice? Who was that?

Well, I mean, it's pretty obvious, sir.

Marlon, that's not the ghost of Linus Peters.

Ghosts don't exist.

Yes, I know that, Sarge.

Obviously, they don't.

But at the same time,
you know, what if they do?

Even if ghosts did exist,
they don't carry guns

and shoot people. Naomi's right.

We need to be logical about this.

Jennifer Langan was not murdered
by the ghost of a nine-year-old boy.

We can't let that trip us up.

Argh! Sir?

You all right, Inspector?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

But there does appear to be a
Christmas tree behind my desk.

Yeah, I totally forgot about that.

My bad, Inspector.

I just didn't know where else to put it.

Um... I'll get it out of your way.

But the fact of the matter
is, Jennifer Langan's murder

must be connected to the Linus Peters case.

Um...

You know where I am.

If you need me.

You'll find Linus, won't you?

Promise.

It's believed that on that
fateful Christmas Eve in 1977,

Linus Peters left the warmth of his bed

and went outside in the hope

of catching sight of Santa Claus.

On entering the swamp near the family home,

he quickly became lost.

Couldn't find his way back.

The swamp itself is a labyrinth,

a maze created by Mother Nature
that even an adult would struggle

to find his or her way out of...

..let alone a nine-year-old boy.

It's not like Selwyn to drink alone.

I think maybe this murder
case is playing on his mind.

Not just the case.

His daughter, Andrina.

He's said nothing since
he found out about her.

I guess that's just the Commissioner's way.

Selwyn always bottled things up.

He needs a good woman to ease the cork out.

Mm.

Hi, Mum.

Aren't you supposed to be on a plane by now?

Wait, in the hospital? What's wrong?

I thought she wasn't
due for a couple of weeks.

Izzy's had the baby.

You're an uncle. That's wonderful.

Little baby Arthur was born at 4:05.

Both mother and baby are doing well.

Say congratulations from me.

OK. Mum. Mum!

Catherine says congratulations.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. No. OK. Of
course I'll do that for you.

Yeah. Yeah. Call me back when you can talk.

Yes, Mum, I said I'll do it. Don't worry. OK.

Bye. A little baby at
Christmas - it is just perfect.

No? Yeah.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Mum...

My mum was about to make
her connecting flight in Paris

when Izzy called her with the news,
but they didn't manage to get her

suitcase off in time, so I've got to
pick it up here tomorrow morning.

So your mama won't be able to
come to visit you this Christmas?

No, she's got to support Izzy and Mike.

But what does that matter? I'm an uncle.

You know, I think a rum
might just be in order.

Yeah, let's wet the baby's head.

To little Arthur, my newborn nephew.

To Arthur.

♪ Come into my life

♪ Come into my life

♪ Come into my life, oh, baby

♪ Come in today, come in to stay Come on in

♪ Come into my life, oh, baby. ♪

Oh, no. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Are you all right?

Fine. Hardly hurt at all.

Oh, that's not what your face is saying.

I mean, it maybe hurt a little bit.

Oh, no. I'm really sorry.

I totally did not see you.

Is there anything I can do?

Would you like me to rub it for you?

I didn't mean that how it sounded.

I really didn't mean that the way it
sounded. You just keep digging that

hole. I'm not improving
matters, am I? Not very much, no.

Let me sort your suitcase
out while you get in a cab.

Just let me do that for you.

Once again, my apologies.

Whoa, whoa. Sorry. Sorry again.

Really not your day, is it? Apparently not.

Morning, all.

Oh, great work decorating the tree, Darlene.

I thought I'd finish getting the
place looking all festive for us.

Also, I got the original
Linus Peters case files

out of the archives, and the postmortem's in.

Excellent stuff.

Although she's looking a bit wonky.

Excuse me? The angel.

She's got a definite wonk to the left.

Victim died due to a
wound to the thoracic aorta.

Gunshot residue suggests it
was fired at point-blank range.

OK, then, how about that?

Oh, well, now she's wonking to the right.

What about suspects?

Human ones, not spectral.

So there's an email exchange I found
between the victim and a man called

Danny Sheridan, who,
it turns out, is a psychic.

Of course he is.

He's British, but lives here on Saint Marie.

Seems to work all over the world.

This is his website.

Let me take you on a journey into the mind.

And what did these emails
between him and the victim say?

Nothing much - arranging
time to talk on the phone.

But there were mentions
of the Linus Peters case.

I'll need to talk to him, then.

I'll get on to that for you,
Inspector. Thanks, Darlene.

Plus, going through Jennifer
Langan's notes, the only person

she met since she's been here
other than the Commissioner

was Marvin Peters.

And Marvin Peters is... Linus's twin brother.

He was there the night Linus went missing.

There's something else you
should know about Marvin Peters.

I've just been to the lab, and the
gun we found at the crime scene

is registered to Mr Peters.

And his are the only fingerprints on it.

Huh.

Hi. My name is Marvin, and I'm an alcoholic.

It's always tough at this time of year.

You all know why.

What happened weighs heavy on me.

But I know the answer's
not found in some bottle.

I've been sober two years, nine
months and four days this time.

And that's how it's staying.

You should be proud of yourself.

How well do you know Marvin, sir?

We've stayed in touch
on and off over the years.

Marvin lost his way for a while,
turned to alcohol, but he got

himself straightened out.

That is Rakesha Lorde.

They met at AA. She's his sponsor and friend.

They've become quite
dependent on each other over time.

Commissioner. Marvin.

This is DI Parker, DS Thomas.

It's been a few years, but I
can't say I'm surprised to see you.

Is this about Jennifer Langan?

Whatever you have to say,
I want Kesha there with me.

Why don't we all sit down?

It was only yesterday Jennifer
was sat right there where you are.

For her podcast, right?

She wanted to speak to
you about your brother?

Not that Marvin had much to say.

You didn't want to talk about it?

I was keen to help, but I was
only nine when Linus disappeared.

It was so long ago.

So you didn't have an issue
with Jennifer Langan looking

into your brother's case?

Of course not.

Not if I might finally find
out what happened to Linus.

Marvin, there was a gun
found beside Ms Langan's body.

It's registered to you.

What? And it only has
one set of fingerprints on it.

Yours.

No, it can't be. It can't be
mine, mine is right here inside.

He didn't do this.

You know that, right?

We're just doing due process.

Somebody must have taken it.

Have there been any signs of a break-in? No.

Who else knew you kept the gun here?

No-one. Only me and Kesha.

You need to understand, it wasn't
me or Marvin who shot that woman.

It's like he said, Jennifer
Langan was helping him.

That don't give either of us a motive.

What were your movements
last night, both of you?

Played some cards after dinner.

Yes! Your luck changed.

I went to bed around half 11.

Goodnight. Do you want another game?

I tidied up a bit, did the dishes.

I was still here at 12.

Do you know what time this happened?

Just after midnight.

Well, there you go, then.

You should have told them
what's happening here with Linus.

They won't believe you, Marvin.

This is now the third message
I've left since this morning.

I'm starting to take this
personally, Mr Sheridan.

Please call me back.

Is that the psychic dude?

Doing a good job ignoring me.

Of course.

You know, there is a much
easier way to get a hold of him.

How?

Mr Sheridan.

Can you hear me?

Yeah, that's right.

Darlene WILL kick your butt
if you don't pick up the phone

and call her back.

What? I said...

We should do background
checks on both Marvin Peters

and Rakesha Lorde, see if there's
something they're not telling us.

What's going on here?

Any news?

Actually, I have something
rather tasty for you, Inspector.

I heard back from Sharonda.

She's my hairdresser's auntie's neighbour.

Wait. Who?

Sharonda works at the
hotel the victim was staying in.

Darlene thought she might know something.

Oh, that makes more sense. Go on.

Sharonda worked late the night
of the murder. As she was getting

into her car at about a quarter to midnight,

she said she saw a man
approach Jennifer Langan.

Must have been when Miss Langan
was just leaving for the swamp.

I mean, it was a bit too dark to see much.

But she said he looked
local with scruffy clothes.

There is a man on our
board who fits that description.

I put the call in to the hotel.

They're sorting out CCTV.

OK. Good. Anything else?

No.

Actually, there is one more thing, sir.

Your mum phoned and left a message.

Oh? Says, "Do not forget to
take the sprouts and parsnips"

"out of the suitcase before they go mouldy."

OK, good.

Well, thank you, Mother.

So, Sophie, breakfast is included
and served there at the bar.

Lunch and dinner is available if you want it.

Anything you need to know about the island,

just come and ask me.

Thanks, Catherine. I'll
show you to your room.

What the...?

♪ The little Lord Jesus
lay down his sweet head

♪ The stars in the sky
looked down where he lay

♪ The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. ♪

Who knew you had such
a beautiful voice, Marlon?

Sorry, Sarge.

I didn't see you there.

Well, it's my little sister, Joycelyn.

Say hi to DS Thomas.

Hi. Hey, Joycelyn.

Hey.

I'll call you in a minute, all right?

OK.

I promised to help her practise
for the carol service before bedtime.

She got the solo.

But we was working late
on a murder case, you know?

I'll get back to it.

Marlon, when I was her age,
I had a solo at church myself,

and it was scary.

I mean, big-time scary.

So I reckon if Joycelyn needs
her big brother now, then...

..we've got it covered.

Marlon.

You really do have a beautiful voice.

All right. Go. It's true.

Thank you, Naomi.

Night, sir. Night, Sarge.

Night, Marlon.

So, what's going on over here?

There's one thing I noticed - back
when the swamp was searched in '77,

there was no imaging done.

They didn't have the technology.

You want to do a sweep of the swamp?

I did a course a couple of years
ago with a team over in Jamaica

and, using their infrared kit,

we could finally confirm what
happened to Linus Peters.

Let's do it. Let's get them in.

Marvin and Linus were identical twins?

Must have torn his heart out.

Losing his brother like that.

Yeah, it must have.

Poor kid.

Hello?

What the...?

Linus.

Good morning and welcome
back to Saint Marie Live.

I am joined now by Danny Sheridan,
who is a professional psychic,

currently living right here on Saint Marie.

Good morning, Danny. Morning, Alicia.

Now you're here today to talk to
us about Jennifer Langan, the crime

writer who was found dead
the day before yesterday.

Yes.

A few months back, Jennifer
announced she was looking

into the Linus Peters case.

So I reached out to her, said I could help.

Help in what way?

Around the same time, I
found myself receiving a

spiritual energy from Linus.

There's something I believe
he's trying to pass on to me.

Because am I right in
thinking the police never fully

solved that case? Yes, that's right.

And having now done some digging
into the events of 1977, my instinct

is that they made a real
hash of the whole investigation,

which makes me wonder, that's
why Linus is trying to make contact.

Because he's not at peace.

There's something he wants putting right.

Ghosts don't exist, Mr Sheridan.

No, Mum, seriously.

There is no sign of those sprouts.

No, no, nor the parsnips. Nothing.

It's just clothes.

Are you sure you packed them?

Hold on.

Mum, I'm getting another
call, I'll call you back.

Commissioner.

Everything all right?

I will not tolerate some so-called
psychic publicly smearing

the reputation of this police force.

Yes, sir.

From what Miss Curtis tells me,

you were already aware of this
man's association with the victim.

Yeah, we were, sir.

It's like I said, Commissioner, Mr
Sheridan was not taking my calls

or returning my messages.

That is not good enough.

Danny Sheridan's connection
to the victim makes him

both witness and suspect.

He has questions he needs to come and answer.

Mr Sheridan not in, I take it?

His car's in the drive.

See? Uh-huh.

Mr Sheridan.

Mr Sheridan, if you are in
there, will you please answer!

It's the police. It's very
important we talk to you.

Why don't I stay here until he turns up?

Let me see if I can put this right.

Sounds like a good plan. Very well.

Well, someone's a grumpy
goat this morning, aren't they?

Linus.

Linus.

Linus.

Sarge, I've got something.

They think Linus isn't coming back.

It's kind of looking that way.

But you said you'd find him.

I'm sorry.

Oh. Hi, can I help...?

Wait a minute. You're the person
I... Nearly crashed your Jeep into?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

This suitcase isn't mine.

I think it's your mum's.

You put the wrong one in the boot.

Oh, yeah. No, I'm so sorry.

The... Yeah.

Hey, do you want to come inside
and...? I've got the other suitcase

here, if you... Yeah.

No...

Well, at least we know
where my sprouts have got to.

Actually, that's how I found you.

As soon as I mentioned Brussels sprouts

Catherine said straight away,
"This must be Neville Parker's doing."

Oh, you know Catherine?

I'm here on holiday, so I'm renting her

guest room for a few weeks.

Oh. There you go.

Thanks. Finally I can
put some clean clothes on.

I'm wearing the same ones I arrived in.

I was wondering what the smell was.

That's only a joke. I didn't...

You smell great.

Well, I'll, uh... I'll let you
get on with your work.

Yeah. I'm Sophie, by the way.

Neville. Yeah, I know.

Oh, yeah. The...

Well, nice to meet you.

I'm sorry for ruining
the start of your holiday.

It's all an adventure, isn't it?

Yeah.

All right, well...

Right, uh, any news?

Yes.

So this is the footage from the
security camera at the north end

of the hotel car park the night
Jennifer Langan was murdered.

Time code shows 14 minutes to midnight.

He's getting very angry, isn't he?

And it is not Marvin Peters.

As you can see, he leaves moments
after, drives in the same direction.

Miss Langan was shot
just 15 minutes after this.

Which makes him our prime suspect, right?

We zoomed in and got a screen grab.
And I remembered seeing his photo

while I was working through
the Linus Peters case files.

His name is Rodell Weekes.

He was a person of interest
briefly when Linus first went missing.

On what grounds?

Rodell worked as a mechanic for
Linus and Marvin's dad's garage.

He was laid off by the dad
that same Christmas Eve, 1977.

Here, see?

He was heard bad-mouthing
the dad that same evening.

Well, it's been a few years,
but it's definitely the same guy.

And just 15 minutes before
Jennifer Langan was murdered,

this man was seen harassing her.

Huh.

♪ You and your smiling face

♪ Doesn't mean a thing to me... ♪

I was just getting some wrapping
done while they're playing

in the pool. Excuse the mess.

Your grandchildren? No, they're my own.

I settled down late in life.

But it works. They keep me young.

So how can I help you both?

A woman called Jennifer Langan
was murdered two days ago.

I assume you've seen the news.

I... I did, yes.

Tragic.

Look, I won't deny she and I spoke.

Doesn't mean I killed her.

You didn't just speak,
though, did you, Mr Weekes?

Security camera footage
clearly shows that you

became angry with her.

It was nothing, really. It was...

Look, I heard what she was doing,
digging up the Linus Peters story,

and I wanted to know. Know what?

Exactly what she was going to say about me,

what dirt she was going to fling.

When that boy went
missing and I was questioned,

my whole life was turned upside down.

In what way? Friends ignored me.

Shops refused to serve me.

Everywhere I went, people
whispering behind my back.

"That's him. That's the one
who had it in for the Peters boy."

But you were discounted from the
investigation almost immediately.

Once people have made up their mind,

they seldom change it back.

It took me so long to build my life back up.

I couldn't bear having my
name dragged through the mud

all over again.

That's why I went and spoke with her.

But I swear, it wasn't me

went down that swamp
and shot Jennifer Langan.

His alibi checks out.

His wife swears blind Rodell
was with her at midnight.

So the only suspect we can
still definitively place at the crime

scene when Jennifer Langan was
shot at midnight two nights ago...

Is... Do you want to speak with me, Linus?

It's me, Linus.

The ghost of a nine-year-old boy.

So this was just left lying there
on the floor outside your bedroom?

So someone must have put it
there. No, I lock up every night.

I would know if someone was creeping around.

What about Rakesha?

You told us she has a set of keys.

It's not her. She wouldn't do this.

She's as confused by this as I am.

And this is not the only one.
It's happened to me before.

And these other notes.

When did they appear?

Every now and then, over the years.

Christmas is the most common time it happens.

What the...?

Just pretend I'm not here, sir.

You all think I'm making this up.

No. No, I don't.

But I do question the notion
that they were left there

by some supernatural entity.

Then how do you explain it?

I can't, but I would like to
try and get to the bottom

of what's going on. How?

Well, with your permission,
we'll come to your home tonight,

monitor the place while you're sleeping,

see if we can find out
what's happening. I'm sorry.

Did you just say you
want us to spend the night

in a haunted house?

That's not exactly how I would
phrase it, but in essence, yeah.

That's such a bad idea.

DS Thomas to DI Parker.

Camera one is in position.

Received. Camera one feed is now live.

Heading round to the back of the house now.

We'll let you know when
camera two is live. Copy that.

Marlon, are you ready and in position?

I'm here, sir.

Inside the house...

..with the ghost. And where's Marvin?

He's...

He's gone to bed.

All the doors are locked and bolted.

OK, you can turn the lights off now.

I have to do this in the dark?!

Conditions have to be exactly
the same as they were when Marvin

received the notes previously.

Just saying it one more
time, in case you didn't hear.

Sir, I'm really, really not happy right now.

Seriously, Marlon, you
have nothing to be scared of.

There is no such thing as ghosts.

Inspector, open the door,

I'm getting soaked.

Thank God it's you, Naomi.

Everything all right there, sir?

Camera three is in position, sir.

Sir, you know you just
screamed like a baby, right?

Copy that.

I know you're in there, Mr Sheridan.

You can't hide away forever.

Well, looky here. If it isn't
Mr Sneaky Pants himself.

What's your problem, woman?

Mr Sheridan, I know you've
been trying to avoid me,

and it's got to stop.

It's the police you're dealing with.

I'm sorry, but you don't
look much like a police officer

to me, sweetheart.

I work for the local force
in a civilian capacity.

Right.

So you don't have any actual
legal power of jurisdiction, then?

Not as such, no.

You know, I'm getting a
sense this is new to you.

Am I right?

This job, it's a... it's a change
you've had recently in your life.

Don't you dare try and use
your... your special mind powers

on me, Mr Sheridan.

Oh, I'm not, love. It's just obvious.

You're no good at it.

You have a good night now.

Mr Sheridan...

Stop!

Mr Sheridan!

Sir! What happened?!

I just didn't want you
falling asleep and missing

all the action, sir.

Thank you, DS Thomas.

So I've got something of interest. Oh, yeah?

Been going through Jennifer Langan's notes.

Turns out her interest
in the Linus Peters case

came about because her father
was connected to it back in 1977.

Really? Yeah.

He worked as a consular here
on Saint Marie, and when Linus

went missing, he helped out with the search.

She says the consulate gifted
him a hip flask as a thank you.

Apparently, there's an
inscription on it of some sort.

Thing is, Jennifer says she
still carries it with her to this day.

But it wasn't at the
hotel or the crime scene.

No, it wasn't.

Huh. That is odd.

You know what, Naomi?

I think our alleged ghost is a no-show.

This officially just got spooky.

Inspector?

Got a paranormal occurrence in here.

There is music playing in the other room.

Someone must have turned the
stereo on, Marlon. Go and have a look.

I knew you were going to say that.

There's no-one by the record player, sir.

It's just playing on its own.

Keep looking around.

Oh, man, what the...?

Is someone there?

Marvin?

Did you do this?

No.

It was me. Linus.

Sir.

I think Marvin's been possessed by the ghost.

I've never actually come
across it before, myself, sir.

But when Marlon called us into that room...

He's saying he's Linus, sir. Aren't you?

When I saw Marvin behaving
so differently, childlike,

I had a suspicion what we were dealing with.

Dissociative identity disorder.

What they used to call
multiple personality disorder.

I spoke briefly with the consultant
and she said these things usually

have their roots in a
traumatic childhood event.

When Marvin lost his brother. Mm-hmm.

Or simply his personality split into two.

While Marvin was left heartbroken,

part of him retreated into that
alter ego of his brother Linus,

where he'd be safe from
having to confront that tragedy.

And he's been unaware this
has been happening ever since?

Well, who knows what triggers
these dissociative episodes?

But from Marvin's point of
view, it's possible he had no idea

what was going on.

Just a sense of time being
lost whenever he became Linus.

And the written notes?
According to Dr Vincent,

it's not uncommon for alters to write notes

and leave them for their hosts.

So it was Marvin's voice as his alter, Linus,

we heard on the recording
when Jennifer Langan was shot.

Mm-hmm. We asked him. We asked
Linus if it was him who fired the gun

and killed the victim.

It was you who shot Miss Langan?

Is that really you?

It's me - Linus.

But why?

Why would Marvin, as his nine-year-old alter,

why would he want to kill Jennifer Langan?

That we don't yet know, sir.

But they want to keep
Marvin here for observation.

If they have a chance to talk
to Linus again, then we may yet

get an answer.

Darlene, how are you getting
on with Danny Sheridan?

Not good, sir.

He fled off in that flashy car of his.

I've been sat outside
his villa all night and day,

waiting for him to return.

And before you say anything, Commissioner,

it really was not my fault.

That man is a total and complete...

Numpty?

Exactly that.

Does sound like a... numpty.

Commissioner. Inspector.

I've just heard from the crime
scene analysts over at the swamp.

They've located the remains of
what appears to be a young child.

Long-term decomposition
suggests it's probably Linus Peters.

They're exhuming the remains
and we'll get them to the lab.

So it sounds like Linus
Peters did drown in the swamp.

So, so, so...

After everything, we have
nearly all our answers.

We know what happened to Linus
Peters on Christmas Eve in 1977.

And we know who shot Jennifer Langan.

Then why does it feel so disappointing?

It's the carol service.

Oh, man.

I really can't miss my sister singing.

Well, you know what, Marlon? You won't.

We've only got the paperwork left
to do on this, and that can certainly

wait till tomorrow morning. Come on.

Good evening, everyone,
and welcome to this special

Christmas carol service.

We have lots of treats for you,

the first of which - the children
of Honore Primary School

are going to sing for us.

There she is. There she is.

A vous.

I reckon I'm more nervous than she is.

I'm sure she's got this. Yeah.

♪ Away in a manger, no crib for a bed

♪ The little Lord Jesus
laid down his sweet head

♪ The stars in the sky
looked down where he lay

♪ The little Lord Jesus,
asleep on the hay... ♪

She crushed it, right?
She totally crushed it.

You crushed it!

♪ The cattle are lowing The baby awakes

♪ The little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes... ♪

I meant to tell you, I
invited Sophie tonight.

I thought it would give
you both a chance to talk.

Why would we want to do that?

Because she's single, Neville.

Oh, no, no, no. No, I don't think so.

Why not?

I don't think I made a
very good first impression.

Oh, you made a terrible first impression.

But don't worry.

I put in a good word for you.

♪ The stars in the sky
looked down where he lay... ♪

They think Linus isn't coming back.

It's kind of looking that way.

But you said you'd find him.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Everything OK, sir?

You know, this job we do...

..we're thrust into the most
devastating moments of people's

lives, and no amount of
training can ever prepare us

for what that's really like.

The night Linus went missing...

..I made a promise to
Marvin that I'd find his brother.

A promise I could never keep.

We've all been there, sir.

Just... got to chalk it up to experience,

try and learn from our mistakes.

Exactly what I told myself,

and I thought I'd made my peace with it.

Except here I am all these years later,

and it still casts a shadow.

Yes?

May I come in?

Marvin.

I'm very sorry for everything
you're going through right now.

You don't deserve any of it.

It's not your fault.

You did everything you ever could for me.

I just need to know you understand.

Understand?

That I didn't mean to shoot that woman.

I swear to you, Selwyn...

..I didn't mean to do it. I know. I know.

I know. I know. I know you didn't.

It's OK.

What have I done?

Good morning. It's Christmas Eve

and I am down here at the mangrove
swamp where Jennifer Langan

was murdered only a few days ago.

Later on, I'll be joined by local
psychic Danny Sheridan, who claims

he has some revelatory news to share.

You're coming out to play
now, are you, Mr Sheridan?

Well, then, the game is on.

You hear me?

It is on.

Marlon?

Get yourself out of bed.

We've got business to attend to.

Yeah, Mum, yeah, I got all the presents,

but I'm going to wait till
tomorrow to open them.

And I'm pleased to report
all the vegetables arrived

present and correct.

I'm not sure Harry's ever
seen a Brussels sprout before.

Oh, Mum, I'll... I'll call you back. OK, bye.

Commissioner.

I've spent the night at the hospital

talking with Marvin...

..and also, at one point...

..his alter. You spoke with Linus?

He told me why he shot Jennifer Langan.

And?

Because Rakesha Lorde told him to.

I had a feeling you'd come looking for me.

You know what I did, right?

He told you? Why?

Why did you get Marvin
to shoot Jennifer Langan?

Well, after her first interview
with Marvin, I could tell

she was up to something.

Had an agenda, yeah?

So...

..I confronted her.

I said I wouldn't let her speak to
Marvin again unless she told me

what game she was playing.

Jennifer.

I mean it.

I'm not letting you go anywhere
near him again unless you tell me

what's going on here.

She swore me to secrecy.

Said I couldn't tell anybody.

I know how this sounds, but it's true.

But she had evidence to prove...

Marvin's brother, Linus,

he's still alive.

What? She said that to you?

She told me she believed
Linus was still alive.

Said she was sure of it.

And I know I should have been
happy for Marvin after all these years,

but I just felt sick

when I heard her say that.

Why?

Because I've got no-one but him in my life.

He's the only thing that
keeps me from doing this.

I knew.

I just knew that if he
got his brother back...

No room for me any more.

And I couldn't go back to how my life was.

Empty. Lonely.

Just me and a bottle of booze.

One day after the next after the next.

So that's why I convinced
that child in Marvin,

Linus...

..to go and shoot Jennifer Langan.

Rakesha Lorde, I'm arresting
you for conspiracy to murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your
defence if you do not mention...

Sir, I don't understand.

Why would Jennifer
Langan say Linus is still alive?

Excuse me.

Hey, Darlene.

Inspector, I'm with Alicia
McCoy from TV news.

She was supposed to interview
Danny Sheridan this morning,

but he's not turned up. Go on.

You need to hear what Miss McCoy has to say.

I'm putting you on speakerphone.

Hi, Alicia.

I hope you're sitting down,
Mr Parker, cos I am telling you,

this is pretty darn spicy.

Go on. Mr Sheridan
called me last night, told me

he'd been having more visions
about Linus Peters, and he said

he believed Linus is still alive.

That's what he was going to
announce live on air this morning.

But then he never showed up.

That's why Jennifer Langan
told Rakesha Linus was still alive.

Marvin's brother, Linus.

He's still alive.

Because Danny Sheridan told her.

Sir.

Sir, it's already open.

Police. Anybody there?

Oh, no.

I've got a pulse.

This is DI Parker. We need an ambulance.

Ow!

Get off.

Did that sting...

..honey?

Ah.

OK, so Danny Sheridan
couldn't be more reluctant to talk.

Won't say who attacked him or why.

I think I might have an idea why.

This whole file was full of research
Mr Sheridan was conducting

into Linus Peters. Research? It's one thing

these so-called psychics do, dig up
a load of background on someone,

then pretend they intuited it with
their extrasensory psychic powers.

So he's a fake, you mean?

Absolute charlatan.

I already told your officer,
I don't know who broke in.

It was probably just some burglar.

Mr Sheridan, what do you know?

I don't understand what you mean.

Alicia McCoy told us you
believe Linus Peters is still alive,

and now someone has broken
into your house looking for that file.

So I ask you again,

what do you know?

I became aware of the Linus
Peters case about five years ago.

I thought I could generate some work from it.

So I got in contact with Marvin Peters.

Offered him my services.

But it came to nothing.

He wasn't interested?

Some friend of his, a woman...

Rakesha Lorde. Yeah, that was her.

She wouldn't let me anywhere near him.

Said Marvin needed protecting.

Raking over the past wasn't healthy for him.

So I let it be.

Forgot all about it.

Then I was in Trinidad six months back.

I had a show there that evening
and I was just grabbing some lunch.

That's when I saw him.

Marvin Peters's twin.

But you decided not to notify
the authorities at that point?

No. Instead, you decided
to try and convince everyone

that you'd found Linus Peters
using only your psychic abilities.

It's my bread and butter, is this, Inspector.

And it would have been such a coup.

You know how we ended up there?

I followed him for a few days.

Found out his name, or
rather, the name he'd been given

since disappearing.

Tremayne Dyer.

Where he lived, where he grew up.

And I eventually found
the man that raised him.

Winston Dyer.

He was very ill.

Bedbound, dying.

I told him I knew that the boy he
had raised as his own wasn't his.

I said if he told me the
truth, I'd wait till he passed on

to reveal what he'd done.

If he didn't, I'd phone
the police there and then.

And he told you?

Winston Dyer was a fisherman, a trawlerman.

He'd been out working that
Christmas Eve back in 1977.

He was just heading home
for the night when he came

across a small boy,
unconscious, floating in the water.

He pulled him onto the boat
and took him back to Trinidad.

What was Linus doing in the sea?

Winston never knew.

But he and his wife couldn't have kids.

So when Linus woke with no memory
of who he was or where he'd come

from, they decided to keep
quiet, raise the child as their own.

Which is why you reached
out to Jennifer Langan.

Because to make the biggest splash
you could, you needed someone

who could get you proper
publicity. And Jen was all up for it.

The true crime psychic
who solves the 45-year-old

missing persons case.

Would have made some podcast.

What about the break-in?

I swear, I don't know who it was.

What exactly is missing?

All the evidence I had proving
Linus Peters is still alive.

Officer Pryce, we need
you to travel to Trinidad

to locate a man called Tremayne Dyer.

OK. Thanks.

Sir.

That was the lab.

The human remains pulled from the swamp?

Initial results are dating
them from about a century ago.

A young girl.

Right.

I guess we should have
considered it a possibility.

Linus wasn't the only person
to be lost to that swamp.

Yeah.

There would have been no
births or deaths registered then,

so there'll be no record to
suggest she was missing.

No.

Everything all right, Inspector?

Uh, yeah. It's the missing hip flask.

The one that used to belong
to Jennifer Langan's father?

Yes, sir. Look, here he is.

She says the consulate gifted
him a hip flask as a thank you.

Apparently, there is an
inscription on it of some sort.

Read the inscription.

"Keep your head up and your heart strong."

That's it, isn't it?

I mean, that is it.

Keep your heart strong.

I know why she came
down to this swamp last night.

Gunshot residue suggests it
was fired at point-blank range.

It's odd that the killer would
leave such an incriminating

piece of evidence here.

Marvin's brother, Linus, he's still alive.

What was Linus doing in the sea?

We...

We've had it all wrong this whole time.

We've had it all wrong.

Marvin Peters may have shot Jennifer Langan,

but he did not murder her.

The killer's still out there?

Yes.

Yes.

You can burn those
papers if you like, Rodell.

It won't make any difference.

We already know what they say.

Or you could finally do the right
thing and help correct the biggest

mistake you made in your life.

They deserve better than me.

And the hip flask, you have it?

Inside.

I'll show you where.

This case started with us being
led to believe that Jennifer Langan

was shot dead by a ghost.

Now, even though I don't
believe such things exist, I do know

that some of you here today
have been genuinely haunted

by the events of Christmas Eve, 1977.

So I hope that now, finally,

we can lay those ghosts to rest.

At two minutes past midnight,
one week ago tonight, Marvin Peters

believed he shot our victim
straight through the heart.

And dropping the gun, he
turned and fled the scene.

But what Marvin - indeed,
Jennifer Langan herself -

didn't know was that Rodell Weekes

was present at the shooting as well,
having followed Miss Langan there

after he'd confronted her at her hotel

only a quarter of an hour previously.

Hidden out of sight in the trees...

..he witnessed Miss Langan

rise, unharmed by the bullet.

How?

Because Miss Langan was
carrying a metallic hip flask

in her chest pocket.

I didn't kill her?

No, you did not kill her.

This hip flask saved her life, but
then someone else came along

and took it away from her.

Because in that very moment,
as Jennifer was recovering...

Oh.

Just stay where you are.

..Rodell picked up the gun Marvin dropped.

The first shot was pretty
much point-blank range,

so all you needed to do was aim the gun

in the exact same spot
the first bullet was fired.

In order to complete the illusion,
you replaced the gun where Marvin

had left it, removed the hip
flask, and then left the scene.

Then to give it a final flourish
and provide yourself with an alibi,

I assume your wife was asleep
when you arrived home, so you reset

the time on her bedside
clock to just gone midnight.

The same time that
Marvin shot Jennifer Langan.

Then you re-entered the bedroom,
making enough noise for your wife

to wake up.

You must have readjusted
the clock to the correct time

after she drifted off back to sleep.

Now, in order to understand
why you would choose to do this,

why you would choose to kill
Jennifer Langan, you already

answered that question for us
when we first interviewed you.

I wanted to know. Know what? Exactly
what she was going to say about me.

You were worried about
what the podcast would reveal.

That you killed Linus Peters

on Christmas Eve, 1977.

Because that's what you
believed, wasn't it, Mr Weekes?

That Christmas Eve, when we
were clocking off, your father...

..he let me go.

Fired me. I was angry.

I got myself worked into a state.

That night I got into my truck and
I decided to go and let him know

what I really felt.

I...

..took that turn out on the
coastal road near your house,

and I just didn't see him.

Linus.

We think he wandered out,

as we'd always thought, looking for Santa,

but he didn't go into the swamp.

He headed down through the woods,

down to the road and
was hit by Rodell's truck.

His body, it had tumbled down on the beach,

lying there...

..all peaceful.

Eyes closed.

Not moving.

I panicked.

I wanted it all to disappear, so...

What did you do?

I moved him down to the sea.

Let the waves wash him away.

When I got back to my truck,

I saw his sandal left on the roadside

and I picked it up and took it with me...

..so no-one would ever know he was there.

When you found out the police
suspected that Linus went missing

in the swamp, you planted the
sandal knowing it would misdirect us

to look elsewhere.

So when you heard that Danny
Sheridan had more revelations

to make on TV that morning,

that must have sent a shiver down your spine.

That's why you broke into his home
and searched his files, to find out

what he knew.

And inside that folder you found
not evidence of Linus's death,

as you anticipated, but
evidence that Linus Peters...

..was still alive.

Sorry, what...? What did she just say?

We think Linus, your twin brother...

..is still alive.

That Christmas Eve night, 1977,
Linus was picked up by a fishing

boat, taken to Trinidad, where
he was raised by another family

as their own.

These pages of notes - names, addresses...

..they prove that your
brother is still alive, Marvin.

He lives under the name of Tremayne Dyer.

We have an officer right now

bringing him to Saint Marie to meet you.

Thank you for finding me my brother, Selwyn.

You said you would. You promised.

And you found him.

You found Linus.

Thank you.

Marvin.

Marvin.

Thank you, Inspector.

Marvin.

Well, I guess that's us all done
and dusted for Christmas, then.

Which is perfect timing
because I've got about 20 minutes

to make my flight back to St Barnabas.

I can get you there in ten.

I'll grab my things.

Gentlemen, before we break
for the holidays, I wondered

if we could have a quick chat about this job.

Only I don't think it's
quite working out for me.

The last few days, being
ignored and given a runaround...

I know Danny Sheridan was
only doing it because I'm not

a qualified officer. What
are you saying, Darlene?

I think it's time I found
a new role for myself

where I'm less like a spare part.

Is there anything at all we
can do to convince you to stay?

Oh, I'm not leaving. No.

I'm applying to train as a full-on officer.

That's if you'll have me.

I reckon it's time we did
things properly, don't you?

Very glad to hear it, Miss Curtis.

In the meantime, I'd like to wish
you both a very merry Christmas.

Thanks, Darlene.

Happy holidays, sir. Commissioner.

Happy Christmas, Naomi.

And a very merry Christmas to you, too, sir.

And to you, Inspector.

Enjoy your sprouts, sir.

Yeah, Catherine managed to
talk her chef into cooking it for me,

since I'm going to be on my own.

Yeah.

Oh, actually, Mum, it's
coming out now, so I'd better go.

I'll... I'll see you in a few days.

Yeah, you too. Bye-bye.

Wow. Here you are, Neville.

Here is your English Christmas lunch.

Catherine, that looks amazing.

We can't have you all
alone, not on Christmas Day.

No.

You know, Neville, I'm not sure
Sophie's enjoying her seafood.

I wonder if she'd prefer
an English Christmas lunch.

Sophie.

Hey, there's way too much for me here.

Maybe you could help me out with it.

My way of paying you back.

I thought you'd never ask.

Don't forget your cracker.

So, all the trimmings?

All the trimmings.

Never had lobster before.

Not sure it's really my
cup of tea. No, me neither.

Well...

Bon appetit.

As they say in... Wythenshawe.

Merry Christmas, Neville.
Merry Christmas, Sophie.

So go on, tell me - how did you
end up landing a gig like this?

Working in the Caribbean.

Well, I would never have come out here at all

if it was up to me, but...

..now that I'm here, I
wouldn't change it for the world.

I mean...

..paradise, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it really is.

Oh.

One, two, three. Pull.

There's your hat. Put your crown on.

Go on, then, pass us the gravy.

♪ You're wondering now what to do

♪ Now you know this is the end

♪ You're wondering how you

should pay for the way you did behave

♪ The curtain has fallen

♪ Now you're on your own

♪ You won't return again Forever you must pay

♪ Ha ha ha

♪ You're wonder... ♪

And from all of us here at Saint
Marie Broadcasting Corporation,

we wish you a very merry
Christmas and a happy new year.

Goodnight.

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