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(INAUDIBLE)

It's time.

STEADMAN: It was a day like this

when the wonders
of God's creation

were on display for all to see.

(ALL AGREEING)

A day just like this.

When Jesus healed!

ALL: Hallelujah!

-Made the blind see.
-ALL: Hallelujah!

Made the deaf hear his words.

-ALL: Hallelujah!
-The word of the law.

WOMAN: Praise the Lord.

Now, tell me. You all ready
to hear the word?

-Amen!
-ALL: Amen!

ALL: Amen.
WOMAN: Amen.

♪♪ Joyful, joyful,
we adore thee... ♪♪

(SINGING CONTINUES)

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.

MAN: 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.

Take a sip.

Now,

do you feel his power, Marius?

Do you feel his power?

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hallelujah!

Ah! Amen.

A miracle!

Is anyone else out here
seeking a better life?

Come on forward

and be healed. Come on, brother.

(APPLAUDING)

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

AMELIA: Come on.
Come and be healed!

Wait, one moment.

-You made it.
-Bless you,

Amelia.

Come, you've waited long enough.

You remember Fabienne?

My dear old friend.

Now, your sight
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!

ALL: Amen!

MAN: Hallelujah.

(INAUDIBLE)

Do you feel his power?

Do you feel his power?

(GROANS)

(CROWD GASPING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Aunt Fabienne!

No!

DASHEL:
Someone call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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?

SELWYN: 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?

A tiny one, sir. Er...

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 good day.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get that.

JACK: Lively fella, isn't he?

Yes. (CHUCKLES)

-Not a dog lover, Dwayne?
-No.

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

Sniffing for evidence,
chasing suspects.

Doing his business
all over our crime scenes.

Sir, there has been a death
over at Sandy Bay.

Well, it looks like Pico
is gonna get his
first taste of the action.

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

Fifty-six 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.

Okay, 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.

-And this hers?
-DWAYNE: 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.

Hmm. Poor woman.

She came here expecting
a new lease of life,

-she ends up dead.
-Mmm.

FLORENCE: 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?

Er, yes, Chief.

Well, there's nothing there.

But there's something
in this cup.

Sharp.

It's not pleasant.

Someone wanted her dead?

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

-Murdered?
-That can't be right.

Well, there's strong evidence
to suggest that Fabienne
was poisoned.

-No.
-Explain to me

what led you to
this conclusion, Inspector.

Well, we 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 aunty 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...

Can I ask,
why have you returned now?

Well, the Lord told me
it was time to come
and give something back.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Well, that's reason enough,
isn't it?

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

You already knew each other?

We grew up in the same village.

-Oh.
-STEADMAN: Same school.

We were childhood friends.

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

Actually, Dashel
brought Fabienne to see us

-the day before yesterday.
-Mmm-hmm.

STEADMAN: I didn't recognize her
at first

but when she said her name,

all 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.

AMELIA:
I took Fabienne straight up
on stage to see Steadman.

You remember Fabienne.

My dear old friend.

(STAMMERS) 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.

Mmm-hmm.

Is something wrong, Inspector?

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'm a faith healer, Inspector.

-You understand what that means?
-Mmm.

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

Huh.

STEADMAN:
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, er, I'll leave you all be.

(SIGHS)

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?

-Vial or a bottle, maybe?
-JP: 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
have been added directly before
Fabienne sipped from it.

But wasn't the pastor
the only one at that time
to touch the cup?

(SIGHS) Well, that's what
they're saying.

Then that means
he is the only one
that could have 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 make
much sense, does it?

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

So, how did you get on
searching new witnesses?

-Nothing. You?
-Same.

Come on, let's make our way
back to the station.

Er, sure, it's just...

-DWAYNE: Oh, for goodness' sake.
-JP: Mmm.

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.

(SIGHS)

Okay. Let's do this.

(STRAINING)

(SIGHS)

Okay, 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 Roi
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
that 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
have 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 email 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.

Mmm-hmm. Steadman's wife,

-Amelia, and the
victim's nephew.
-Uh-huh.

Dashel Jordan.

So, if it wasn't the healer
who killed her,

it has to be one of them.

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

if they didn't go anywhere near?

Precisely, Florence.
JP, the wife, Amelia King.

Oh, 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 whiskey 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. Age 30.
Fabienne's nephew.

Married, one child aged two,
owner of a restaurant
called The Rum Cafe.

Lives with his family nearby.

Dashel is 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 can see if
she knows anything.
-Go for it, Dwayne.

I'll hit her with it first thing
in the morning, Chief.

Yeah.

Well, until we
get the post-mortem
and toxicology results,

very little we can do here.

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

Okay.

DWAYNE: So you think there's
something wrong with him?

Who, the Inspector?

No, your new friend.

-Rip Van Pico.
-Oh, no, no, he's just,
you know,

preserving his energy.

-Oh, really?
-(CAR HONKS)

Oh, Darlene.

It's been a hot day.

And I was wondering if you fancy
cooling off with me in the bar?

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

Then jump in, Officer Myers.

But I've only just agreed
this minute to meet up
with an old friend of mine.

Another time, maybe?

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

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

So, you fancy a beer
at Catherine's?

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

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,
comprende?

-And that actually works?
-Hasn't failed me yet.

So you and poochie
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
you serve God.

-Can I get an amen on that?
-ALL: Amen.

-(PAUSES VIDEO)
-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
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
bucketloads 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 pay.

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

Maybe, Florence, maybe.

So, you're coming or staying?

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

(SIGHS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

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

Think of your waistline, Jack.

Mmm.

"Fabienne, Steadman
and Wallace."

Mmm.

Morning, sir.

Ah, Florence, how are you?

I'm very well, sir.

And I bring good news.

Post-mortem and lab results were
emailed 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.

Mmm-hmm. 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.

FLORENCE: "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 the 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,

but I'm very happy to explain.

What it looks like, 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.

-STEADMAN: I understand.
-Everything all right,
sweetheart?

Amelia, would you, er,

fetch that box I keep
my personal stuff in?

Yeah.

You know, I was 20
when I arrived in the States.

I 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, honey.

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.

Certainly nothing that
would lead to my poisoning her
all these years later.

-Ah, morning sir. Sarge.
-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?
-Hmm.

Hmm. Where has Dwayne got to?

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

Ah, that's very
proactive of him.

Going the extra mile.
Good to hear.

My Creole spiced eggs.

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

(CHUCKLES) So, we better
get down to business.

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

FLORENCE: So, I checked
with local and US immigration,

seems Fabienne never even
left the island.

-Never?
-As for Steadman
and Amelia King,

neither had set foot
in Saint Marie since he left
the island 35 years ago.

Hmm. What about phone
or email records?

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

Right, 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.

See, Fabienne
told the solicitor that Dashel
had been looking after her

and she wanted to reward him,

but the solicitor
advised caution.

See, 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?

Well, what cash she has left.
Assets, house.

In total, it's around $65,000.

And 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.

Mmm-hmm.
And now Fabienne's dead,

that's exactly what he's got.

-Put this one as well,
all right?
-Okay.

Inspector.

-Erm, how can I help?
-Ah, just a quick chat, Dashel.

Of course. Let's...
Let's go over here.

JACK: Fairly quiet, isn't it?

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

JACK: At quarter to 2:00
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.

FLORENCE: Pretty much ever since
you took over two years ago.

-Is that true?
-Well, when the
previous owner left,

people stopped coming.

I think they thought
with a different chef,
it wouldn't be the same.

Mmm.
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 a paddle shortage

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

You're not saying
that I killed her?

But 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. Yeah.

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

Mmm, maybe even a goat or two.

Look, I tried everything
to make this place work.

I came this close
to losing it all.

And then you remembered
good old Aunt Fabienne.

(SIGHS)

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.

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

-Huh?
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Is that Darlene?

Yes, she has a
quite a way with words.

She wants to meet up later.

But you're not
going to reply now?

Uh-uh. Chief.

As police dogs go,
he'd make a great draught
excluder, wouldn't he?

No, you're grand, JP.

Let sleeping dogs lie
and all that.

Hmm.

I don't suppose you lads
have managed to solve
the entire case, by any chance?

Sorry, Chief. Not quite.

But we've 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've moved
their accounts from the US
to banks based in Europe.

Really? And do we know why?

I called their accountant.
He was reluctant to talk to me,

but, erm, I got chatting to his
secretary, Tiffany, and, er,

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 had 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.

(GRUNTS)

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?
-Erm, Saint Boulestre.

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 Saint Boulestre,"
he said.

Huh. Let's interview the locals.

If we could only find some.

Sorry to startle you.
DI Mooney, DS Cassell.

You'd be on the night shift,
by any chance?

(SIGHS) 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.

You won't get much out of them.

(CHUCKLES) Do you have any other
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.
-Okay 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.

Ay, ay, ay.
Good to see you, Darlene!

Looking lovely, as usual.

Oh. So, what can I get you
to drink, hmm?

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?

I... Never. I wouldn't do that.

-Especially with you, Darlene.
-I'll say it again.

Once chance. Say you're sorry

and I can just start
enjoying the evening.

I, er... Well...

-Erm... You know...
-(MOTORCYCLE HORN HONKING)

I, er...

-Right.
-I, er...

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.

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

-Ta-dum!
-Mooney's meatballs.

-Good on ya!
-I found the recipe online.

-I hope they're okay.
-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?
-That's allowed.

(EXHALES)

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

I'm 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 just, 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?

(EXHALES)

My record player. Yeah.

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.

Hmm.

So, how are the meatballs?

Hmm.

Yeah, excellent. Delicious.

Nearly as good as mine.

(CHUCKLES)

FLORENCE:
Okay, thanks for your help.

(GRUNTING)

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 Saint Boulestre.

-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 ahold
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...

-(SCOFFS)
-...when there is
no sign of a motive?

(SIGHS) 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.
-(TELEPHONE RINGS)

DS Cassell.

Oh, that's great news.

Thank you, we're on our way.

The court. Our search warrant
has been granted.

(INAUDIBLE)

-STEADMAN: 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 gonna find out.

Okay, Pico.
Saint Helene's finest.

Now is your chance to shine.

I guess we do this
the old-fashioned way.

(SIGHS)

You think there's poison
in my cosmetics?

Well, 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

and Steadman is
a very heavy snorer.

A crime I've been accused
of myself many's the time.

It used to drive my missus
up the wall. Said it was
like sleeping with a walrus.

Although, how'd she know that...

(JACK CHUCKLES)

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 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,
erm, leanings.

He's gay.

Ah. 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.

And would this have anything
to do with a scandal

that I hear is brewing
back in the States?

One of our
regular congregation caught
Steadman in a bar with a man.

He'd 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.
-Hmm.

Hmm.

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

The hypocrisy, the lies?

Oh, come on, Inspector.

There's no big man upstairs.

There's no upstairs.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

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.

Can't find a reason for Steadman
to want Fabienne dead.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Hmm.

(JACK GASPS)

Think of your waistline, Jack.

Well, I never.

(CHUCKLES TRIUMPHANTLY)

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.

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

Yeah. Tell me, Steadman,

how did the visit
to your old house
in Saint Boulestre go?

(GASPS)

I heard it was
gonna be demolished.

Wanted one last look.
Nothing wrong with that,
is there?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

-You're a smoker, I see?
-Yes.

A habit I can't seem to kick.

No, it's just the poison that
killed Fabienne was nicotine.

And here you are
with a packet of fags!

Well, 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've found some rather
incriminating evidence, Dwayne.

-I'll check it
for his prints, sir.
-JACK: Hmm.

But while the physical evidence
is damning,

we still have no idea
what his motive is.

Dwayne, any joy getting hold
of Wallace Miller?

Okay, so,

I tried all the usual routes
in the US, you know.

IRS, benefit agencies,
healthcare.

And he does not show up
anywhere on their radar.

-Nothing at all?
-Nope.

So I checked
with the 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?

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.

Well, 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,
but I'd say somewhere

buried in the grounds
of Steadman's old house
in Saint Boulestre.

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's 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 Saint Boulestre.

You are certain there's a body?

100%, sir.

Maybe 90.

Seventy-five. Until we find it,
I can't be certain of anything.

But it's just
that hunch, you know?

Okay, 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?

(SIGHS) 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?

(SIGHS)

-Okay.
-Please, sir.

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

-What?
-I said yes.

(PICO BARKING)

He never barks!

Maybe he's found a bone.

Or bones.

SELWYN: 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.

(CHUCKLING)

-I'll get a dig team
up here ASAP.
-Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah, see?

Ye of little faith, Dwayne!

Yes, boy. (LAUGHS)

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

If you miss her, tell her.

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

(SCOFFS) Dwayne,
you like her, don't you?

-Hmm.
-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.

'Cause 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 4:32 pm, we have
a John Doe on our hands.

But it doesn't make any sense.

It has to be Wallace, er,

I mean, who else could it be?

I suggest we all go home.

Regroup tomorrow.

No, we need to
check the body again.

It's a mistake. It has to be.

Inspector, there is 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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You should do the same.

JACK: It must have been added
directly before Fabienne
sipped from it.

Dashel brought Fabienne to see
us the day before yesterday.

FLORENCE: "Marrying Steadman
will be a dream come true."

SELWYN: 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 a pathologist.

She needs to recheck 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.

(BLOWS)

(SIGHS) 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?

Hmm, 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.

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

no one noticed that 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 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 that only Steadman
could've 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.

JACK: Leaving you hurt.

Humiliated, I imagine.

He was walking away.

Saying

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

And I, er...

I just snapped.

I pushed him
and he fell down the stairs.

He just lay there.

I knew straight away
he was dead.

I had killed him.

Steadman had already
packed for his trip.

I saw the case.

His passport.

And you realised
you could escape.

If you became,

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.

JACK:
The one problem was Fabienne,

when she recognised
you as an imposter.

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, 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.

Her 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
a sweet wrapper at your house.

JACK: And she confronted you.

WALLACE:
She came straight out with it.

Accused me of killing Steadman.

But 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... 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.

Then she put more of the poison
in the bottle with
your prints on it

and put it 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 that 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.

And 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...
(INHALES SHARPLY)

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.

Oh, my God.

JP: Stand up.

Well, we did it.
Two murders in one.

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

Oh, 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. (CHUCKLES)

Are you okay
to finish up here, JP?

Yeah, sure. Everything okay?

No, but I hope it will be.

Oh.

(SIGHS)

Darlene, you need an apology.

I need to apologise.

Okay, 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.

(CHUCKLES AND GASPS)

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

in the back of
the Saint Marie Times.

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

The turntable turns
and the speakers speak.

The fella selling it threw in
a few records as well.

Mmm, yes, I can tell, sir.

There's some great ones here.

Your choice, JP.
Bung one on there.

(SIGHS)

Well, you were right.

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

-Thanks for the advice.
-Any time, sir.

(SIGHS)

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Good call, JP.

I'd like to make a toast.

To the simple things in life,
good music, good friends.

Hmm. 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.

(FLORENCE GIGGLES)

JACK: Who is this Baron fella?

WOMAN: He is the master
of the dead during Fête Mouri.

JACK: Can we help you at all?
MAN: It's my wife.

Something's happened to her.

JACK: Everything okay?
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 hills.

DWAYNE: Isn't he supposed
to be that colour?

Being he's a lizard?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)