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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 Paterson.

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 shut-eye,
alright?

-You'll find Linus, won't you?

-I promise.

-[ Speaking indistinctly ]

-Linus!

-Linus!

-Linus?
-Linus?

-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?

-Mmm.

-Um, but 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.

-Hm! Hm!

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

I still have a tonne 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.

Mmm.

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.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Jennifer Langan speaking.

Hello?

Is there someone there?

[ Car alarm chirps ]

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 ♪

♪ First time I swallowed ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ I won't return ♪

♪ Forever, you will wait ♪

♪ You're wondering now
what to do ♪

-Morning, Mr Goolaman!
Merry Christmas!

-♪ Now you know this is
the end ♪

♪ You're wondering how
you will pay ♪

♪ For the way you misbehaved ♪

-Okay, tree,
let's get you inside.

Right?

Ah, 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 --
I'm guessing no.

-You guess right.

-Thank you.

-And what time do you land?

Okay. Yeah.

-Morning, sir.
-Morning, Sergeant.

-Good morning, Commissioner.
-Miss Curtis.

-Okay, Mum, well,
have a safe flight.

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

Oh, oh, Mum, um,

did you remember to pack
those, um, items I asked for?

You know, the, uh, Brussels
sprouts and the other stuff.

Okay.
Okay, love you, Mum.

-Brussels sprouts, Inspector?

-Um, well, yes, you see, my mum
is coming over for Christmas,

and I asked her to pack
a few festive essentials,

uh, Brussels sprouts,
a few parsnips,

nut-free Christmas pudding,
you know,

all the things you need
for a perfect Christmas Day.

-That's your perfect
Christmas Day, honey?

You need to get out more.

[ Phone rings ]

-DS Thomas?

-Sir, was there
something you wanted?

-Only to mention the
Honoré Town Carol Service

is fast approaching

and our attendance
would be appreciated.

-I do love a Christmas
singalong.

-[ Groans ]

'Scuse me, 'scuse me,
'scuse me.

[ Sighs ]

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 Carrow 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.

-A single bullet to the heart.

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

-And the gun?

-It's a revolver, 0.35 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,

but 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.

-Okay.

-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 okay?

You look like you've seen
a ghost.

-Actually, we kind of have,
Inspector.

-What do mean?

-Marlon was going through
the victim's mobile phone,

and there was 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.

-We're here.
It's just past midnight.

I'm at the swamp.

Linus?
Are you there?

Do you want to speak
with me, Linus?

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

-Is she -- 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.

-Well, 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 9-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, um -- I just didn't know
where else to put it.

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

-Well, 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?

-I 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 9-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 bottles
things up.

He needs a good woman
to ease the cork out.

-Mmm.
-[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Oh.

Hi, Mum.

Aren't you supposed to be
on the 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 five minutes past 4:00.

Both mother and baby
are doing well.

-Say congratulations from me.
-Okay.

Mum, Mum, Catherine says
congratulations.

[ Laughs ] Yeah.

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

Yeah. Call me back
when you can talk.

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

Okay, bye.

-A little baby at Christmas.
It is just perfect, no?

-Yeah.

-What's wrong?

-Uh, nothing.

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.
[ Laughs ]

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

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

To little Arthur,
my new born nephew.

-To Arthur.
-[ Chuckles ]

-♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Come in today ♪

♪ Come on in ♪

♪ Come in to stay ♪

♪ Come on in ♪

♪ Come into my life, oh, baby ♪

-Oh! Oh, no!
-Ah!

-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, I did not see you.

Uh, is there anything I can do?

Um, would you like me
to rub it for you?

Uh, I didn't mean
that how it sounded.

I really didn't mean
that the way it sounded.

-You just keep digging
that hole, eh?

-I'm not improving matters,
am I?

-Not very much, no.
-No.

Um, let me sort your suitcase
out while you get in the cab.

Just let me do that for you.

Uh, once again, my apologies.

Oh, 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 post-mortem is 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."

-Okay, then, how about that?

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

Hmm?
What about suspects?

Human ones, not spectral.

-So, there's an e-mail exchange
I found between the victim

and a man called
Danny Sheridan,

who, it turns out,
is a psychic.

-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.

-[ Snorts ]
-And what did these e-mails

between him and the victim say?

-Uh, nothing much, arranging
a time to talk on the phone,

but there were mentions
of the Linus Peters case.

-Hmm, we 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' twin brother.

He was there the night
Linus went missing.

-Um, 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.

-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
is 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.

[ Applause ]

-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?

-No, no, I was keen to help her,

but I was only 9
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 Miss Langan's body.

It's registered to you.

-What?
-And it only has one set

of fingerprints on it -- yours.

-No, that can't be.
That 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.

-There been any signs
of a break-in?

-No.

-Who else knew you
kept the gun here?

-No one.
Only -- 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 11:00.

-Good night.
-Don't want another game?

-No.
-Alright.

-I tidied up a bit,
did the dishes.

I was still here come 12:00.

Do you know what time
this happened?

-Just after midnight.

-Well, there you go then.

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

-Mnh-mnh. They won't
believe you, Marvin.

[ Beep ]

-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.

-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.

-[ Laughs ]

-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.

-Ah, 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.

-Hmm.

-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 a call into the hotel.
They're sorting out CCTV.

-Okay, 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."

-Okay.

Good.

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...?

-♪ Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed ♪

♪ 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, um,
I didn't see you there.

Well, it's my little sister
Jocelyn.

Say hi to DS Thomas.

-Hi.
-Hey, Jocelyn.

-Hey.

-I'll call you in a minute,
alright?

-Okay.

-I promised to help her practise

for the carol service
before bedtime.

She's got a solo.

But with us working late
on the murder case, you know,

um, 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 Jocelyn needs
her big brother now,

then we've got it covered.

-Marlon.

You really do have
a beautiful voice.

-Alright, alright.
-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.

[ Line ringing ]

Marvin and Linus
were identical twins.

-Must have torn his heart out,
losing his brother like that.

-Yeah, must have.

Poor kid.

[ Thud ]

-Hello?

[ Door slams ]

What the...?

[ Door creaking ]

Linus.

-Marvin.

-[ Gasps ]

-Good morning, and welcome back
to "Saint Marie Live."

I'm 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

if 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?

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Hold on, 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.

-Um, 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
a 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.

[ Buzzing ]

[ Ringing ]

-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.

[ Chuckles ]

-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!

-Linus!
-Linus!

-Sarge, I've got something.

-[ Sobbing ]

-They think Linus isn't
coming back.

-It's kind of looking that way.

-But you said you'd find him.

-I'm sorry.

[ Engine starts ]

-Oh, hi. Can I help?

Wait a minute,
you're the person I --

-Nearly crashed a jeep into?
Yeah.

-Uh, yeah.

Uh, what are you doing here?

-This suitcase isn't mine.

I, uh, think it's your mum's.

You put the wrong one
in the boot.

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

Yeah.

Um, hey, uh,
do you want to come inside?

I've got the other
suitcase here.

-Yeah.
-If you --

No, uh --

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

-Actually,
that's how I found you.

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
that I arrived in.

-I was wondering
what the smell was.

That's only a joke.

I didn't --

-[ Laughs ]
-You smell great.

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

-Yeah.
-I'm Sophie, by the way.

-Uh, Neville.
-Yeah, I know.

-Oh, yeah.

Uh, well, nice to meet you.

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

-Ah, it's all an adventure,
isn't it?

-Yeah.

-Alright, well --

[ Clears throat ]
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.

Timecode 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 ♪

-I was just getting some
wrapping done

while they're playing
in the pool.

Excuse the mess.

-Your grandchildren?
-Uh, 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?

-The 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 9-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 and 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?

-Well, that's not exactly
how I would phrase it,

but, in essence, yeah.

-That's such a bad idea.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Engine stops ]

-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.

Will 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, um...

He's gone to bed.

All the doors are locked
and bolted.

-Okay. 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.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

-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.

[ Screams ]
-Inspector!

Open the door,
I'm getting soaked.

-Thank God it's you, Naomi.

-Everything all right
there, sir?

-Camera two is in position, sir.

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

-Copy that.

[ Clears throat ]

-I know you're in there,
Mr. Sheridan.

You can't hide away forever.

Well, looky here, if it isn't
mister 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.

-Ha!

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

Am I right? This job.

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!
-Ah! What happened?

-I just didn't want you
falling asleep

and missing all the action, sir.

-Thank you, DS Thomas.
-[ Laughs ]

-So, I've got
something of interest.

-Oh, yeah?

-Been going through
Jennifer Langan's notes.

-Mm-hmm.
-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.

The 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.

[ Christmas music plays ]

-[ Gasps ]

Things officially
just got spooky.

Inspector?

Got a paranormal occurrence
in here.

There's music playing
from 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 round.

[ Music continues ]

[ Music stops ]

-Whoa, man! What the --

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
of 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.

Put simply, his personality
split into two.

While Marvin was
left heartbroken,

part of him retreated into the
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.

-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 9-year-old alter,

why would he want to kill
Jennifer Langan?

-Well that we don't yet know,
sir, but they want to keep

Marvin here for observation,
and if they have a chance

to talk to Linus again, then
we may yet get an answer.

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

-Darlene, how are you getting
on with Danny Sheridan?

-Not good, sir.

He fled off
in that flashy car of his.

I'd 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 analyst 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?

[ Organ playing in distance ]

-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
'til tomorrow morning.

Come on.

[ Organ playing ]

-Good evening, everyone,

and welcome to the special
Christmas carol service.

We have lots of treats for you,
the first of which --

the children
of Honoré Primary School

are going to sing for us.

-There she is.

-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
lay 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!

-Shh!

-♪ 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, I don't think so.

-Why not?

-Well, 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 ♪

♪ The little Lord Jesus ♪

-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 okay, 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.

[ Knock on door ]

-Yes?

-May I come in?

[ Door closes ]

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 okay.

-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.

-[ Scoffs ]

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

-[ Dialing ]
-Well, then the game is on.

You hear me?

-[ Line ringing ]
-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 gonna wait
'til 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 call you back.

Okay, bye.

Commissioner?

-I 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.

-[ Chuckles ]

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 prov...

-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,

there'd be no room
for me anymore.

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

empty, lonely, just me
and a bottle of booze,

one day after next after next.

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

to go and shoot
Jennifer Langan.

[ Sobs ]

[ Handcuffs click ]

-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?

-[ Cellphone buzzes ]
-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 McKoy has to say.

I'm putting you on
speaker phone.

-Hi, Alicia.

-I hope you're sitting down,
Mr. Parker,

'cause 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!

-[ Chuckles ]

Did that sting, honey?
[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

-Okay, 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 is 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
extra-sensory 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.

Had a show there that evening.

And I was just grabbing
some lunch.

That's when I saw him.

Marvin Peters' 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 he ended up there?

-I followed him for a few days.
Found out his name.

Or rather the name he'd
been given since disappearing.

Tremaine Dyer.

Where he lived,
where he grew up.

And I eventually found the man
that raised him, Winston Dyer.

He was very ill.

Bed-bound. 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 'til 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 on to 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.

Huh!

Would have made some podcast.

-And 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
Tremaine Dyer.

-Okay. 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.

-Uh, there'd have been no births
or deaths registered then,

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

-No.

-Uh, 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.
And look, here he is.

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

Apparently there's an
inscription on it of some sorts.

-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'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 is
still out there?

-Yes.

Yes.

You can burn those papers
if you like, Rodell,

but 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.

[ Gunshot ]

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...

-[ Gasps ]
-...in the trees.

-He witnessed...
-[ Groans ]

-...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...

-Ah!

-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.

[ Gunshot ]

-In order to complete
the illusion,

you replaced the gun
where Marvin had left it,

removed the hip flask,
and then left the scene.

And 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-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.

And I -- 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 for his files,
to find out what he knew.

-And inside that folder
you found

not evidence of Linus' death,
as you anticipated,

but evidence that Linus Peters
was still alive.

-I'm sorry?
Wh-- what did you just say?

-We think Linus, your twin
brother, is still alive.

-That Christmas Eve
night in 1977,

Linus was picked up by a fishing
boat and 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 Tremaine Dyer.

We have an officer right now
bringing him

to Saint Marie to meet you.

-Thank you for finding
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 Saint Barnabas.

-I can get you there in 10.

-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 the run-around --

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.

-[ Laughs ]

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!
-Enjoy your sprouts, sir!

-Yeah, Catherine managed
to talk her chef

into cooking it for me
since I'm gonna be on my own.

Yeah.

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

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.

[ Splash ]

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

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

Uh...[ clears throat ]

Uh, Sophie.

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

Maybe you could help me
out with it.

Be my way of paying you back?

-I thought you'd never ask.

-Don't forget your cracker.

-Ooh.

Thanks.

-So, uh, all the trimmings?

-All the trimmings.

Never had lobster before.

Not sure it's really
my cup of tea.

-No, me neither.

Well, bon appétit,
as they say in, uh, Wythenshawe.

-[ Laughs ]

Merry Christmas, Neville.

-Merry Christmas, Sophie.

[ Glasses clink ]

-So, go on, tell me.

How'd you end up landing a gig
like this,

working in the Caribbean?

-Well, I...

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, it's paradise,
isn't it?

-Yeah.

It really is.

Oh.

One, two, three, pull!

Oh! Oh!

-[ Laughs ]

-There's your hat.

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 ♪

[ Laughs ]

♪ 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.

Good night.