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It's time.

It was a day like this...

when the wonders of God's
creation were on display

for all to see.

A day just like this when Jesus healed!

- Hallelujah!
- Made the blind see!

- Hallelujah!
- Made the deaf hear his word!

- Hallelujah!
- The word of the Lord!

Praise the lord.

Now, tell me, you all
ready to hear the word?

- Amen!
- Amen!

Amen.

♪ Joyful, joyful, we adore thee... ♪

You hear that, Dashel? You hear that!?

It's like they know that you're coming.

I'm on my way, Lord!

I am on my way!

Welcome, brother Marius.

Brother Marius...

are you here to receive the
Lord into your heart and soul?

Amen!

Lord, may you take brother
Marius into your heart

and cure him of this illness.

Look upon him with the
eyes of your mercy...

Do you feel his power, Marius?

Do you feel his power?!

Hallelujah!

If there's anyone else out
here seeking a better life,

come on forward and be healed.

Come on, brother!

- What's your name, son?
- William.

- You made it.
- Bless you, Amelia.

Come. You've waited long enough.

You remember Fabienne?

My dear old friend.

Your side has been failing you, but
you never once lost your faith,

and he will reward you.

For it is written, "He
made the blind see."

- Made the blind see!
- Amen!

Do you feel his power?

Do you feel his power?!

Aunt Fabienne!

Someone call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!

- We may be a small island police force...
- But perfectly formed, sir.

But we should always strive
to improve performance.

So we will be introducing policing methods

that are new to us, in order
to enhance our results.

Would I be right in thinking
that's got something to do with it?

That is Pico.

A star graduate from the Saint
Helene Police Force Dog Unit.

We have him for one week. Should
he prove himself useful to us,

we will be applying for a dog of our own.

Any questions?

Tiny one, sir.

Does it matter at all, that none of us

have any training
whatsoever in dog handling?

On the contrary, Inspector.

Having checked the files, I believe
Officer Hooper here has experience.

Well, I done half a
module at police college.

Perfect.

Then I will bid you all a good day.

I'll get that.

Lively fella, isn't he?

- Not a dog lover, Dwayne?
- No.

Sir, I think Pico could make a
real contribution to the team.

Sniffing for evidence, chasing suspects.

Doing his business all
over our crime scenes.

Sir, there's been a
death over at Sandy Bay.

Well, it looks like Pico's going to
get his first taste of the action.

According to paramedics, the victim
is a woman called Fabienne Jordan.

56 years of age.

She came with her nephew
to visit the faith healer.

This fella here, I take it? Steadman King.

Reverend King was in the
middle of healing her

when she started convulsing. She
died before the ambulance arrived.

- Cause of death? - Paramedics think
she suffered some sort of seizure.

OK, Dwayne. Hit me, what have we got?

So, the nephew said that
Fabienne came here to have her

eyesight restored.

She'd come up onto the stage and
taken a sip of the holy water.

The Pastor placed his hands on
her, and then boom, down she went.

- This hers? - Yes, Chief, but there's
nothing much of interest inside it.

Her purse, house keys,

some tissues.

Old sweet wrappers, you
know that kind of thing.

Poor woman.

She came here expecting a new
lease of life, she ends up dead.

Hmm.

What is it, sir?

Looks like burn marks on her lips.

And inside her mouth too.

You mean the kind you get when you...

When you've ingested poison?
Yeah, exactly like that.

And the convulsions started
just after she drank from this?

Yes, Chief.

Well, there's nothing there.

But there's something in this cup.

Sharp. It's not pleasant.

Someone wanted her dead?

I'm afraid it's looking
that way, Florence.

- Murdered?!
- That can't be right?

There's strong evidence to suggest
that Fabienne was poisoned.

- No. - Explain to me what led
you to this conclusion, Inspector?

Well, we'd need to have
it confirmed by our lab.

But an initial examination of the
crime scene would indicate that the

poison may have been in the water
that you gave her to drink, Pastor.

- It can't be!
- And you're sure about this?

It's still early days, but
that's what we believe.

If it was in the water, three others
drank from the cup before Fabienne.

I suggest you get them
checked by the paramedics.

I'm on it, sir.

That's quick thinking, Pastor. Thank you.

Can you talk me through what happened?

Dashel, it was you who
brought your auntie here?

Yes.

Aunt Fabienne was diagnosed with a
benign brain tumour five years ago.

It caused her eyesight to deteriorate.

When she heard that the
Pastor was back on the island,

- she jumped at the chance to visit him.
- You've been away?

It's 35 years now since I left for the US.

And you've been doing the
faith healing malarkey

- over there ever since?
- It's a big country.

Takes a lot of healing.

And I'd prefer it if you
didn't refer to my life's work

- as "malarkey," Inspector.
- A turn of phrase, Pastor.

Nothing more.

Can I ask, why have you returned now?

The Lord told me it was time
to come and give something back.

Well, that's reason enough, isn't it?

Fabienne was so happy she was
going to get to see you again.

You already knew each other?

We grew up in the same
village, same school.

We were childhood friends.

And today was the first time
you'd seen her in over 35 years?

Actually, Dashel brought Fabienne
to see us the day before yesterday.

I didn't recognise her at first,
but when she said her name...

.. well, the memories came flooding back.

Right.

And when she came here today,
who did she interact with,

or talk to? Who else knew her?

No-one. We'd only just arrived.

I took Fabienne straight
up on stage to see Steadman.

- You remember Fabienne?
- My dear old friend.

And did you see anyone go near
the cup during the service?

No-one touched it but Steadman.

- We would have seen. You must be
wrong about the poison. - Mm-hm.

Is something wrong, Inspector?

No, no, no, no, it's just,
well, it's just a bit odd.

Isn't it? I mean, the Pastor here
hasn't been back to the island

in decades.

Yet, the very week he
puts in an appearance,

his long lost childhood
friend ends up being murdered.

I do hope you're not suggesting I did it?

No, of course not!

But you can't deny, the timing,
it's a little coincidental.

I am a faith healer, Inspector.

Do you understand what that means?

God has blessed me with the
gift to cure people's illnesses.

I give them their lives back.

I do not, on any account, take them away.

My apologies, Pastor.

But I have to ask the difficult questions.

Well, I'll leave you all be.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Dwayne, JP, we can release the body.

And could you get the contents
of that jug and cup to the lab?

Yes, Chief.

Oh, and could you search everyone
who was at the healing ceremony

for any signs of the poison?
A vial or a bottle maybe.

Yes, sir.

Time to give something back, eh?

Sir, paramedics have checked
the three people who drank from

that cup before Fabienne and none
of them have ingested any poison.

Which means it must've been
added directly before Fabienne

sipped from it.

But wasn't the Pastor the only
one in that time to touch the cup?

Well, that's what they're saying.

Then that means he's the only
one that could've done it?

But how could it be him?

Surely no-one kills like that,
in front of all these people.

It's brazen beyond belief.

But if it wasn't,

how else did someone get
the poison into the cup,

- if they never went near it?
- I don't know, Florence.

However you look at this, it
doesn't much make sense, does it?

So how'd you get on
searching your witnesses?

- Nothing. You?
- Same.

- Come on, let's make our way back
to the station. - Sure. It's just...

Oh, for goodness' sake.

Hey, dog.

As your superior officer,
I command you to get up.

Stand up!

Part-timer.

So what do we do?

We?

You're the one with the dog
training certificate! He's all yours.

OK. Let's do this.

OK, gents, and lady, of course.

Let's go through what we have so far.

Fabienne Jordan, 56.

Graduated teacher
training when she was 22.

Taught at Jean Roix
Primary School ever since.

Took sick leave three years ago when
her eyesight started to deteriorate.

Now Fabienne, we suspect, was poisoned

when she took a sip from a cup
of water this man gave to her.

According to all our witnesses,
no-one else went near the cup.

So, in theory, Steadman is the only
one who could've added the poison.

But do we really believe someone
would commit murder so publicly?

Dwayne, what do we have so far on
the Very Reverend Steadman King?

He doesn't seem to be affiliated
to any particular church.

He's worked as a faith healer
touring his shows all over

the US for the past 35 years.

Now, Steadman claims that there
was no contact between him

and Fabienne since he left the island.

But we need to confirm that for ourselves.

So let's check with
local and US immigration,

see if they could have crossed paths.

And we should get in touch with
e-mail and phone service providers.

See if there was any
communication that way.

Now, only two people in
that marquee knew Fabienne

and had contact with her
just before she was killed.

Steadman's wife, Amelia, and the
victim's nephew, Dashel Jordan.

So if it wasn't the healer who
killed her, has to be one of them.

But how did they manage to
get poison into a cup of water

they didn't go anywhere near?

Precisely, Florence.

JP, the wife, Amelia King.

Actually, sir, she's still Amelia Carris.

- From what I can tell, her and
Steadman never got married. - Oh.

So, born and raised in Mississippi,

studied Business Management at college,

and worked at a whisky distillery
firm until she met Steadman.

Lucky her!

But as Amelia only met Fabienne
for the first time two days ago,

- it's unlikely she has a
motive to want her dead? - Yeah.

And finally, Dashel Jordan,
aged 30, Fabienne's nephew,

married, one child, aged two.

Owner of a restaurant called The Rum
Cafe, lives with his family nearby.

Dashel's the only person to have
known Fabienne in the present.

Well, let's see what we can find
out about their relationship.

I know the chef who used to run
The Rum Cafe before Dashel bought

it off of her. I could
see if she knows anything.

- Go for it, Dwayne.
- I'll head over there first thing

- in the morning, Chief.
- Yeah. Well, until we get the postmortem

and toxicology results,
very little we can do here.

Let's pick it up afresh
again in the morning.

So you think there's
something wrong with him?

- Who? The Inspector?
- No. Your new friend.

Rip Van Pico.

Oh, no, no, no, he's just, you
know, preserving his energy.

Oh, really!

Ah, Darlene!

It's been a hot day and I was wondering

if you fancied cooling
off with me in the bar?

You know, Darlene, I can think
of nothing I'd like more.

Then jump in, Officer Myers.

But I've only just agreed
this minute to meet up with

another friend of mine!

Another time maybe?

- I'll hold you to it.
- I'll make sure you do.

So, you fancy a beer at Catherine's?

But I just heard you say
you're meeting up with a...

Yes, I know what I said.

But what I said wasn't true.

I thought things were going
well with you and Darlene?

It's tactics, JP. Gamesmanship!

And I'm playing a particularly
sophisticated game here,

in case you hadn't noticed.

I hadn't.

Page one of the dating textbook --

if you want to keep a woman interested,

make her think that you are not.

- Comprendez?
- And that actually works?

Hasn't failed me yet.

So you and poochy coming
for a drink or what?

How do I serve God?

And I have to tell you,
friends, my heart hung heavy.

I had to pray on that.

And I walked in here and I realised,
there's no one way to serve God.

- Can I get an Amen on that?
- Amen!

Takes some bottle, doesn't it?

Standing up on stage, trying
to convince a whole room

full of people that you
can heal their ills.

You know, back in Ireland, we've
got faith healers by the dozen.

Having the cure, we call it.

But over there it's a community thing.

They don't, by and
large, charge you for it!

So when I see someone
like this making literally

bucket-loads of money from it,
brings out the sceptic in me.

You think he scams people?

Well, I don't think God's work --

if that's what this is
-- requires a fee paying.

Then if he's a fake, maybe
he could be the killer too?

Maybe, Florence. Maybe.

So you're coming or staying?

Oh, no, you go on ahead.
I won't be much longer.

Right, Fabienne, let's
see who you really are.

Think of your waistline, Jack.

"Fabienne, Steadman and Wallace."

- Morning, sir. - Ah, Florence.
How are you? - I'm very well, sir.

And I bring good news.

Postmortem and lab results were
e-mailed through first thing.

And you were right -- cause
of death was poisoning.

When they tested the water
in the cup, they found...

"Significant traces of nicotine syrup."

Nicotine poisoning?

I checked online and
it's fairly easy to make.

You just boil down
cigarette tobacco in water.

So, in theory, any of our suspects
could have the means to make it.

What's all this?

Last night, I had a little
shufty round Fabienne's house.

And I found these diaries,
late teens, early twenties.

Sounds like you've found something.

I have, and it's Steadman.

He's been lying to us.

He told us that he and Fabienne
were just childhood friends.

But it was more than that?

Yeah, since the age of 18, they were
an item the best part of two years.

Here, look at this.

June 25th, 1984.

"Marrying Steadman will
be a dream come true.

"I can't wait for us to start
making the arrangements."

- They were engaged?
- Yeah, all set to be married.

Until he and his mate,
this fella, Wallace Miller,

they left for a short
trip to America together.

Steadman was going to
study the Bible over there.

- And what happened?
- Well, completely out of the blue,

Steadman sends her a letter
saying their relationship's over

and he's not coming back. Just like that.

Does he say why?

I can't find anything in the diaries.

But what I'd like to know is, why
did Steadman keep that from us?

Why did he lie?

I realise how this must look, Inspector.

I'm very happy to explain.

What it looks, Mr King,

is that you were lying to police
officers investigating a murder.

I just didn't think it was relevant.

My relationship with
Fabienne ended decades ago.

What possible link could that
have to her being murdered now?

But surely you can see
the only link is you?

And it's not for you to decide
what is or isn't relevant.

I understand.

Everything all right, sweetheart?

- Amelia, would you fetch that box I
keep my personal stuff in? - Yeah.

I was 20 when I arrived in the States.

Had a great ambition to serve the Lord,

and I knew I would never
achieve what He wanted

if I returned to Saint Marie
and settled down with Fabienne.

Thanks, hun.

These are letters Fabienne
sent to me in America.

You'll see, although she's upset,

she accepts the reasons I gave
for breaking up our relationship.

There was nothing sinister
in how things ended

between Fabienne and me.

And certainly nothing that
would lead to my poisoning her

all these years later.

Ah, morning, sir. Serg.

Morning, JP.

And morning, Pico.

And how are you today?

Sir, I've just been to the
school that Fabienne taught at.

I spoke to the headmistress.
She told me that Fabienne

and Steadman were a
couple back in the day.

We've just been speaking
to Steadman about it.

Well, apparently Fabienne
never got over it.

She felt Steadman was the
only man she could ever love.

In fact, she never met anyone else.

- It hurt that much.
- Mmm.

Where's Dwayne got to?

He's gone to visit the chef
who used to own The Rum Cafe.

Ah, that's very pro-active of him.

Going the extra mile. Good to hear it.

Creole spiced eggs!

It was always my favourite dish
of yours, you know, Marjorie?

So, we better get down to business.

Tell me about the guy who's
running your old restaurant.

So I checked with local
and US immigration,

- seems Fabienne never even
left the island. - Never?

As for Steadman and Amelia King,
neither has set foot in Saint Marie

since he left the island 35 years ago.

What about phone or e-mail records?

Nothing to link Fabienne to either
the faith healer or his wife.

So Steadman really didn't
communicate with her

since that last letter.

Which gives him even less
reason to want her dead.

Why would you murder someone
with nicotine poison you haven't

clapped eyes on in 35 years?

Sir. I think I might
have something for you.

So I've just been speaking
to the solicitor that's been

handling Fabienne's estate.

And it turns out she changed
her will just under a month ago.

- In whose favour?
- Her nephew's, Dashel Jordan.

Fabienne told the solicitor that
Dashel had been looking after her

and she wanted to reward him.

But the solicitor advised caution.

He says Dashel had only been back
in her life for a matter of months.

So the loving nephew didn't look after

her for as long as he made out.

And what does he stand to inherit?

What cash she has left, assets, house.

In total, it's around 65,000.

That's a fair few bob.

Question is, how desperate
was Dashel for the cash?

I'd say very.

I just spoke to my chef friend,
Marjorie, and apparently ever since

Dashel took over the restaurant,
business has been far from booming.

- Well, I never.
- You better believe it.

She's still in touch with the staff there.

And they said that all the customers
have as good as disappeared.

There's final demand bills
landing all over the doormat.

Only last week, the bailiffs turned up.

So, Dashel needs a big injection of money.

And now Fabienne's dead,
that's exactly what he's got.

- Do this one as well, all right? - OK.

Inspector, how can I help?

Ah, just a quick chat, Dashel.

Of course.

Let's go over here.

It's fairly quiet, isn't it?

Just waiting on the lunchtime
rush to start, you know?

At quarter to two in the afternoon?

Well, people round here generally
like to have a late lunch.

Right. Interesting.

I never knew that.

Only, we've heard that things
have been quiet for some time now.

Pretty much ever since you
took over two years ago.

Is that true?

When the previous owner
left, people stopped coming.

I think they thought
with a different chef,

- it wouldn't be the same.
- So what are you going to do?

We'll manage. Somehow.

Well, we've just spoken
with your aunt's solicitor

and apparently she left everything to you.

But I'm guessing you probably know that?

Aunt Fabienne was very generous.

I'm grateful to her.

Oh, I'd say you are, all right.

You're up that creek
with the paddle shortage

and your aunt has just thrown
you one hell of a lifeline.

You're not saying that I killed her?

I wouldn't, I couldn't!

Well, if I had a dollar for
every time I heard that,

I'd be able to take early retirement.

Buy a couple of acres back in
Cork, small cottage, some chickens.

Mmm. Maybe even a goat or two.

I tried everything to
make this place work.

I came this close to losing it all.

And then you remembered,
good old Aunt Fabienne!

I admit it.

If I didn't need the money, I
would never have made contact.

I'm not proud of that,
Inspector, but I'm not a killer.

Ask anyone inside of that marquee,

I didn't go anywhere near the
cup that poisoned my aunt.

Apart from Reverend King, no-one did.

Is that Darlene?

She has quite a way with words.

She wants to meet up later.

But you're not going to reply, no?

- Chief.
- Sarg.

As police dogs go, he'd make a
good draft excluder, wouldn't he?

No, you're grand, JP.

Let sleeping dogs lie and all that.

I don't suppose you lads have
managed to solve the entire case,

- by any chance?
- Sorry, Chief, not quite.

But we have had the financial
checks back on Steadman and Amelia.

Ooh, I'm all ears.

They're doing very well for themselves.

Between them, they've got
savings of up to 600,000.

- Ooh.
- I told you, Florence.

It's not a charitable
endeavour Steadman's running.

- It's a lucrative business.
- I also noticed that recently

they moved their accounts from
the US to banks based in Europe.

- Really? And do we know why?
- I called their accountant,

but he was reluctant to talk to me.

But I got chatting to
his secretary, Tiffany,

and she liked my accent,
so I got her to open up.

And what did Tiffany have to say?

As far as she knew, the faith
healer had left the States for good.

There was a scandal brewing
and he needed to get out

and start afresh in a different country.

Scandal? What kind of scandal?

I'm afraid Tiffany wouldn't
give me any more than that.

She said she wasn't one to spread gossip.

So there's more to Steadman's
return than divine calling.

Everything comes back to
him, doesn't it? Every time.

If Steadman has killed Fabienne,
then it must have something

to do with the last time they
knew each other 35 years ago.

- Wallace Miller...
- What about him?

Well, it looks like he
grew up with them both.

Dwayne, JP, see if you
can track Wallace down.

Now, we know he travelled to the
US when Steadman moved there.

Beyond that, it's a bit of a
blank. See what you can do.

Yes, sir.

The village Steadman
and Fabienne grew up in,

- where is it?
- San Boullestre.

I think it's on the
other side of the island.

Well, I think we should go there,
see if we can find any old friends

of theirs, neighbours,
anyone who knows them.

"Let's go to San Boullestre," he said.

"Let's interview the locals."

If we could only find some.

Sorry to startle you.
DI Mooney, DS Cassell.

You been on the night shift by any chance?

And the day shift.

We wanted to ask the locals a few
questions, but it looks like...

They're long gone.

Developers moved everyone.

No-one here but me and a few goats.

We won't get much out of them.

Do you have any of the
residents' contact details?

Got the number of the building
company, if that helps?

Great.

Here we go.

Must get lonely around here.

You know, it's the most
company I've had for ages.

You guys today, the
preacher man yesterday.

- Preacher man?
- Faith healer.

Came to see his family home
before it's knocked down.

What did he do when he was in here?

- Had a look around.
- And how long did he stay?

- Half an hour? - OK if
we have a look? - Sure.

- You think he was here just for
old times' sake, sir? - Maybe.

Or maybe there's something he left
here and he came back to collect it?

He's up to something, I'm sure of it.

Yeah. In the morning when the
court opens, we request a warrant

- and we go search his villa.
- Yeah.

Aye, aye, aye.

Good to see you, Darlene.

Looking lovely as usual.

So what can I get you to drink?

I'm going to give you
one chance to apologise.

And if you want this relationship
to have any kind of future,

I suggest you take it.

Apologise, Darlene? What for?

I know what you've been
up to, Dwayne Myers.

Ignoring my texts, cancelling dates.

You've been playing
hard to get, haven't you?

Never! I wouldn't do that.

Especially with you, Darlene.

I'll say it again.

One chance.

Say you're sorry and we can
just start enjoying the evening.

I... Well...

You know... I um...

Right.

That means your time's up.

What?!

This is Gerald. My substitute date.

Night, Dwayne.

Who the hell is Gerald?!

I made us dinner.

I had a feeling you were
going to come back and work.

Oh, fair play to you,
Florence. What is it?

Ta-daam!

Mooney's meatballs! Good on you.

I found the recipe
online. I hope they're OK.

I'm sure they'll be fantastic.

Tell you what, you grab the
plates and the cutlery.

I'll see if there's a few
beers lurking in that fridge.

So, you're working late a lot, sir.

Since Dwayne moved out, you seem to
be spending all your evenings here.

You're not worried about
me, I hope, Florence?

I'm just checking if you're
all right. Is that allowed?

It's allowed.

Yeah, I guess you're right
about me staying late a bit.

Just not accustomed to
having the shack to myself.

So used to having a daughter around.

It's not that long ago
I had a wife as well.

Ah, the shack is great.

It doesn't really feel like home yet.

Then you need to make it your own.

Make it somewhere you want
to go after a day's work.

And how would I do that?

What do you miss the most
about your home back in London?

My record player.

Sunday afternoons, I
used to cook a big roast,

sink into an armchair,
pull on the old headphones,

stick on the vinyl.

Yeah, heaven.

There you go. That's your answer.

You know, I like your thinking, Florence.

A record player.

So...

.. how're the meatballs?

Mmm. Excellent. Delicious.

Nearly as good as mine.

OK, thanks for your help.

I've been through these diaries
and letters a dozen times now.

Not even a hint of why
Steadman might kill Fabienne.

How are you getting on?

- I've called round all of the old
residents of San Boullestre. - And?

Most people just remember
Fabienne and Steadman being happy

and very much in love.

But there were a few who
also remembered the friend

Steadman went to the US with.

Oh, yes! Wallace Miller.

They said there was a rift
between Steadman and Wallace

when Steadman got engaged to Fabienne.

Apparently Wallace didn't approve.

Really? Did they say why?

No-one ever really knew.

Well, hopefully Dwayne'll manage
to get a hold of this Wallace fella.

Steadman King.

Returns to Saint Marie
after a hiatus of 35 years.

And within a week of his return, his
old high school sweetheart is dead.

As he's the only person who
touched the cup that contained

the poison that killed her,
it has to be him that did it.

Yeah. Well, the man's
arrogant enough to think that

he can perform miracles.

But is he really arrogant enough
to commit murder in a room

full of witnesses and get away with it?

And if he is, how do we prove it,
when there is no sign of a motive?

Why would he come back
here to kill a woman

he hasn't seen for 35 years?

What I wouldn't give for a bit
of divine intervention right now.

DS Cassell.

Oh, that's great news. Thank
you. We're on our way.

The court, our search
warrant has been granted.

What's going on?

They have a search warrant.

Tell me, what exactly do you
expect to find here, Inspector?

Well, that's what we're going to find out.

OK, Pico.

Saint Helene's finest.

Now's your chance to shine.

I guess we do this the old-fashioned way.

You think there's poison in my cosmetics?

I wouldn't be doing my job properly
if I didn't at least consider it.

So where would I find
Steadman's toiletries?

In his bedroom.

You have separate bedrooms?

You know full well we have, Inspector.

You were in there less than a minute ago.

I'm a very light sleeper.

Steadman is a very heavy snorer.

A crime I've been accused
of myself manys a time.

Used to drive my missus up the wall.

Said it was like sleeping with a walrus.

Although, how she'd know that!

Can I ask, what's with the wedding rings?

You know, with you two not
actually being married?

We've been together years, the
bond between us is very strong.

But you're right.

We're not husband and wife,
we're manager and client.

Jesus is your product and
Steadman's your salesman.

Our customers are not the type
who'd take too kindly to us

not being wed, so...

A little white lie.

- To protect Steadman.
- From what?

Exposure.

Some of our congregation may
not take too kindly to his...

leanings.

He's gay.

Is that why he left the
island all those years ago?

I think, deep down in his subconscious,

he recognised that marrying Fabienne
was not the right thing to do.

Would this have anything
to do with the scandal that

I hear's brewing back in the States?

One of our regular congregation
caught Steadman in a bar,

with a man.

He'd had one drink too many.

Should never have even been there.

We tried to deal with it.

But money holds little sway
over a devout believer.

She felt people had a
right to know the truth.

- So what happens now?
- We keep going.

- There's a whole world out
there needs our help. - Oh, yeah.

We'll be heading to Europe
when we're done here.

So how does this all reckon
with the big man upstairs?

The hypocrisy, the lies.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

There's no big man upstairs.

There's no upstairs.

She's loyal, ruthlessly so.

Knows exactly where her bread is buttered.

So, what? You think she killed
Fabienne to protect Steadman?

Maybe.

But even if she was the one who
did it, we still come back to the

same problem. We can't find a reason
for Steadman to want Fabienne dead.

Think of your waistline, Jack.

Well, I never!

Fabienne had the same make
of sweet in her handbag

and at her house.

Which means it's either another
coincidence, or she was here.

She never set foot inside the place.

Ah, fair enough. We'll just
get it checked for prints.

Tell me, Steadman,

how did the visit to your old
house in San Boullestre go?

I heard it was going to be demolished.

Wanted one last look.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

- You're a smoker, I see?
- Yes, a habit I can't seem to kick.

It's just the poison that
killed Fabienne was nicotine,

and here you are with a packet of fags.

They're freely available, Inspector.

Yet another one of those
coincidences that we keep

stumbling across.

Sir, I found it in the bins out the back.

Steadman?

Nicotine poison.

I want a lawyer.

I couldn't agree more,
because I'm arresting you

on suspicion of murder.

So why you arrest him, Chief?

We found some rather
incriminating evidence, Dwayne.

I'll check it for his prints, sir.

But while the physical
evidence is damning,

we still have no idea what his motive is.

Dwayne, any joy getting
hold of Wallace Miller?

OK, so, I tried all the usual
routes in the US, you know,

IRS, Benefit Agencies,

health care, and he does not
show up anywhere on their radar.

- Nothing at all?
- Nope.

So I checked with their immigration.

And the reason Wallace doesn't show up

anywhere on the records in the
US is because he was never there.

Well, then why did Steadman write
letters, claiming he was with him?

Then I checked to see what
evidence there was of him

- staying here on the island.
- And?

Nothing.

No sign of any financial activity,
rent payments or bank accounts.

As far as Saint Marie is concerned,

Wallace Miller hasn't existed
for the past 35 years.

So if Wallace never left
the island for the US,

but he isn't here either, where is he?

If someone stops existing, goes
off the radar, then it's either

because they've done something very
bad and don't want to be found.

But Wallace never had a police record.

Exactly.

Or it's because they're dead.

- You think Wallace Miller is dead?
- It's possible.

But as Steadman claims in
his letters that Wallace was

there with him in America, when we
know for definite that he wasn't,

well, then that looks an awful
lot like Steadman was covering up

- Wallace's death.
- But why would he do that?

He'd do it if he was somehow
involved in causing it.

So where's the body?

Well, it's just a hunch, all right?

But I'd say somewhere buried
in the grounds of Steadman's

old house in San Boullestre.

That's why Steadman was
there a few days ago.

That's why he came back to Saint Marie.

And if he found out his old
village was being redeveloped,

then he'd know the body
could be discovered.

So he went to the village to
retrieve the body and move it.

And that's exactly what he
would've done, had it not been

for the security guard.
Call the commissioner.

We need to go back to San Boullestre.

- You're certain there's a body?
- 100%, sir.

Maybe 90.

75. Until we find it, I
can't be certain of anything,

but it's just that hunch, you know?

OK, team. Let's see if we
can find any sign of where

the body might be buried -- raised
ground, loose concrete, anything.

Inspector.

Tell me, why would
Steadman kill his friend?

Wallace Miller didn't approve
of Steadman's relationship

- with Fabienne.
- Because? - Well, I think...

because he knew Fabienne's heart
would be broken, and Steadman's gay

so perhaps Wallace threatened
to expose his friend's secret.

So they argued and things got out of hand.

And next thing Wallace is dead.

But why kill Fabienne
all these years later?

I don't know how, but I think
she discovered the truth.

Somehow she worked it out.

Now, we have evidence
she went to his villa.

And I think she went there
to confront him about what

he did to Wallace.

We'd need to fly in the radar
equipment from Guadeloupe,

along with a team to operate it,
all because you are 75% certain

that a crime was maybe
committed over 35 years ago.

Because you have a hunch?

- OK.
- Please, sir.

If Wallace Miller is buried
here, he deserves to be given...

- What?
- I said yes.

He never barks!

Maybe he's found a bone.

Or bones.

Inspector, bad news I'm afraid.

The team at Guadeloupe can't
get here until the weekend.

I don't think we'll be needing them, sir.

I'll get a dig team up here ASAP.

Ah! See, ye of little faith, Dwayne!

Yes, boy!

If you miss her, tell her.

I don't think she wants to hear it, JP.

Dwayne, you like her, don't you?

- Mmm.
- And I think she likes you too.

But Darlene, she's a straight-up girl,

so you have to behave
like a straight-up guy.

Cos that's who you are.

They found a body.

Decades old.

4:32 this afternoon.

Damage to the skull indicates
death was caused by a heavy blow,

- or blows to the head.
- So we were right.

We cracked it.

However, the pathologist carrying
out the initial investigation using

the dental records of Wallace
Miller, informed me that the

remains found are not
those of Wallace Miller.

Consult Missing Person
files, see if there's a match.

As of 4:32pm, we have a
John Doe on our hands.

But it doesn't make any sense.

It has to be Wallace!

I mean, who else could it be?

I suggest we all go
home, re-group tomorrow.

No, we need to check the body again.

It's a mistake, it has to be.

Inspector, there's no mistake.

- Even if it was Wallace, it still
wouldn't make any sense. - Why not?

Because if Fabienne confronted
Steadman about killing Wallace,

why would she then want
to be healed by a man

she believed to be a murderer?

Go home. Sleep.

Start again with a clear head.

Yes, Commissioner.

I'll head off now.

You should do the same.

It must've been added directly
before Fabienne sipped from it.

Dashel brought Fabienne to see
us the day before yesterday.

"Marrying Steadman will
be a dream come true."

The remains found are not
those of Wallace Miller.

You're absolutely right.

Why would Fabienne allow
herself to be healed by a man

she believed to be a murderer?

That's what you said,
sir, and you were right!

Why would she go to a faith
healer she knew was a killer? Why?

Sir, I could kiss you, but I won't.

Dwayne, JP, we need to
find the pathologist,

she needs to re-check the
dental records of the John Doe.

Inspector, I told you,

the pathologist is certain the
body is not that of Wallace Miller.

And so am I!

I know exactly who the John Doe
is and I know who murdered him.

You know, a lot of what we do
as detectives is based on faith.

Only, we call it something
different. We call it instinct.

That thing that you can't quite
explain, but you're sure is true.

Now, my instincts were telling me,
for a long time during this case

that Steadman here had to be our killer.

But would someone really commit
murder in front of a marquee

full of witnesses?

Mmm, and as far as we could tell,

Steadman had no motive to kill Fabienne.

So how could it be him?

In the end, it turned out it wasn't
Steadman who poisoned Fabienne.

Was it you, Dashel? You're the one
who inherited Fabienne's estate,

and you sure could use the money.

Or was it you, Amelia?

You're clearly very protective
of your business partner.

We now know it was neither of you.

Simple fact is that no-one
murdered Fabienne Jordan.

She took her own life.

When Fabienne entered this
marquee three days ago,

she did so knowing she was going to die.

In her handbag, she was carrying
a capsule of nicotine poison.

I imagine, with the crowd's
attention on Steadman,

no-one noticed as she slipped
the capsule into her mouth.

And as she was taken up onto the stage,

she let the capsule dissolve,
release its contents.

Then when Steadman gave her
the water to sip, she let

the poison rinse from her
mouth out into the cup...

And back again, before swallowing it.

So as when we tested the water
in the cup, we'd find traces

of the nicotine and assume the
poison was put there by the killer.

And as no-one else touched the cup,

we assumed only Steadman could
have put the poison there.

- But why would she kill herself?
- And why would she make it look like

Steadman had done it?

Because she knew this man's
deep dark secret, didn't she?

The man sitting here before
me is not Steadman King.

These are the dental records
from a body that we discovered

this afternoon, buried in the
garden of Steadman's old house.

Who is it?

Steadman King.

This man here sitting before me
is actually called Wallace Miller.

- Who?
- I don't understand.

Wallace Miller was a school friend
of both Fabienne and Steadman.

And when Steadman left for
America all those years ago,

Fabienne was under the impression
that Wallace went with him.

But that's not the case, is it?
Steadman never left the island.

How could he when he was already dead?

So what happened all those years ago?

Well, we know that Fabienne
was madly in love with

the real Steadman King.
They'd just got engaged.

We also know that Wallace Miller
didn't approve of the relationship.

So what was it, Wallace? Were you jealous?

Were you in love with Steadman?

We were close.

He was handsome, funny,
charismatic, confident.

And I fell for him...

.. so completely.

The night before he was due to leave
for America, I told him how I felt.

How much I loved him.

And he told me, in no uncertain terms...

.. it couldn't work.

Leaving you hurt.

Humiliated, I imagine.

He was walking away...

.. saying it was better if we
didn't see each other again.

And I..

.. just snapped.

I pushed him and he fell down the stairs.

Just lay there.

I knew straightaway he was dead.

I'd killed him.

Steadman had already packed for his trip.

I saw the case.

- His passport.
- And you realised you could escape...

.. if you became him, if you
actually became Steadman King.

You could leave the island
and start a new life.

So you buried him in the yard.

And then you went and got
on the plane in his place.

They say if you tell a lie often
enough you start to believe it.

Is that what happened to
you, Wallace, over the years?

You forgot who you were.

You genuinely believed you were Steadman.

Until a few weeks ago

when you found out your old
village was to be demolished.

And Steadman's body would be found.

Forcing you to come back
to Saint Marie with the

sole purpose of moving
the body and reburying it.

The one problem was Fabienne.

Would she recognise you as an impostor?

I have a feeling that you
knew she was losing her sight.

Otherwise, why take the risk of
returning to your home island?

She wrote to me two years ago.

Told me about her illness,
asked for my help at that time.

I ignored the letter.

But when I realised I'd have to return...

You knew her eyesight was failing

and it was unlikely
that she'd recognise you.

But she worked it out, didn't she?

Fabienne's vision may well
have been deteriorating.

But she realised that the man in
front of her was not Steadman,

but Wallace Miller.

And once she knew that, well, I
think she figured out what happened.

You killed the only man
that she ever loved.

And she realised all that she'd
lost -- future husband, children --

any chance of happiness.

You'd taken all that away from her.

So she came to see you, didn't she?

I assume that's why we found
the sweet wrapper at your house?

And she confronted you.

She came straight out with it,
accused me of killing Steadman.

I denied it.

Told her no-one would believe
her, they'd laugh in her face,

this mad old woman
slandering a man of God.

I thought I'd succeeded.

Clearly, I was wrong.

And there and then, she
decided that you must pay.

So, meticulously, she started
to leave a trail of evidence

that would lead all the way back to you.

She must have smelt the
cigarettes off you,

and that's what gave her the
idea for the nicotine poison.

So, she bought tobacco and boiled it down.

We knew she was on medication
for her illness, so she emptied

a capsule, filling it with
the now deadly nicotine syrup.

And she put more of the poison in
a bottle with your prints on it.

Put it in your bin.

The evidence she planted
would point to him,

would point to you as the killer.

Punishment for murdering
the man she loved.

The perfect plan.

Apart from the fact that the
one thing we couldn't find

was a motive. I mean, why
kill a woman after decades?

But we trusted our instincts
that our prime suspect

was a guilty man.

And we were proven right.

Only, it turns out...

well, he was guilty of a different murder.

One committed 35 years ago.

Aunt Fabienne took her
own life to get justice.

The last piece of the jigsaw.

We know that your Aunt Fabienne
had a benign brain tumour.

What we didn't realise, until
we checked her medical records,

was that this tumour had turned malignant.

It was now inoperable.

So killing herself was a way of...

Well, it was a way of
hurrying up her imminent death.

Fabienne took her own life
to avenge Steadman's murder.

Now, of course, she couldn't
guarantee as a result of her actions

that Wallace Miller would
be arrested or that we would

get to the bottom of it all.

But she took a risk that it would.

She had faith that her actions
would lead to justice being done.

And that faith, I'm glad
to say, has paid off.

Wallace Miller, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Steadman King.

Stand up.

Well, we did it. Two murders in one.

- Well, we couldn't have done
it without Pico. - Ah, yes.

- On that subject...
- Sir?

So the Commissioner had a
quick word before we left.

Turns out he assumed the
addition of a dog would be

classed as an increase in staff numbers,

which in turn would
entitle the department to

- an increase in funding.
- And it doesn't?

Seems the funding council
don't class dogs as detectives.

Sorry, fella.

Ah, it's not going to be
the same without you, boy.

You OK to finish up here, JP?

Sure. Everything OK?

No, but I hope it will be.

Darlene, you need an apology.

I need to apologise.

OK, look.

I was playing it cool,
which was a big mistake.

So I'd like another chance to
make it right before things get

too serious between you and Gerald!

Well?

How about it?

The relationship between
me and Gerald is already

very well established.

- He's my brother.
- What? You led me to believe that...

To teach you a lesson, Dwayne Myers.

You see, I don't do cool. I do grown-up.

So, apology accepted.

One more chance.

You step out of line,
you're out on your backside.

Got it?

Got it.

Yeah, I found it in the For Sale section

at the back of the Saint Marie Times.

It's a bit dusty, I think
its best days are behind it.

But the turntable turns
and the speakers speak,

and the fella selling it threw
in a few records as well.

Hmm, yes, I can tell, sir.
There's some great ones here.

Your choice, JP. Bung one on there.

Well, you were right.

A home's not a home until
you've made it your own.

- So thanks for the advice.
- Any time, sir.

Good call, JP.

I'd like to make a toast, to
the simple things in life --

- good music, good friends.
- Mmm. Yes.

So, fancy a dance?

Not in the slightest, Florence.
We've got this lovely view,

cold beers in our hands.

Why spoil it all with
unnecessary physical activity?

Whatever you say, sir.

- Who is this Baron fellah?
- He's the master of the dead during

- Fete Mouri.
- Can we help you at all?

It's my wife, something's happened to her.

Everything OK? You look haunted.

It's Darlene. She's got
her niece staying with her

- for the whole week.
- I imagine you might prefer something

- a little stronger?
- Yes, I think I rather would. Do you mind?

You make it sound so sordid.

You're sure this is what you saw?

He's definitely a bit
green around the gills.

Isn't he supposed to be that
colour, being he's a lizard?