Santa?
Evening, young man.
It's Marvin, right?
It's lovely to meet you. My name is Selwyn.
Officer Selwyn Patterson.
Your mum and dad,
they're a little worried right now.
Your brother Linus, he's gone missing.
Do you know where he might be?
Then how about we get you back to bed?
So as us grown-ups can get to looking for him.
Try and get some shuteye. All right?
You'll find Linus, won't you?
I promise.
Move to the right. Everybody...
So, Commissioner, the night Linus Peters disappeared in 1977,
what, in your personal opinion, happened to him?
My personal and professional opinion are no different.
That he got lost in the mangrove swamp near the family home
and died there.
Mm.
His body was never found.
The morning after Linus was reported missing, a hurricane hit the island.
The search was called off.
When it was recommenced 48 hours later,
there was little expectation he could have survived.
And you found one...
of his sandals.
And in the absence of any evidence of foul play...
Linus Peters was assumed dead.
And you stand by that hypothesis, do you?
I do.
Mm.
The podcast won't drop for a fair few months.
I still have a ton of interviews to do here.
Miss Langan, what do you hope to achieve
by dredging all this up again?
I have no agenda, I promise you.
I'm only dusting off a story that might interest my listeners.
Over the last couple of centuries, a handful of people
have lost their lives to the swamp where Linus went missing.
A local urban myth suggests
if you go there at midnight...
and listen very closely to the wind,
you can hear the voices of the dead...
calling out for help.
Jennifer Langan speaking.
Hello?
Is there someone there?
It's Jennifer here.
It's just past midnight.
I'm at the swamp.
Linus?
Are you there, Linus?
Just give me a sign to let me know you're there.
Good morning. Merry Christmas.
OK, tree. Letts get you inside.
Right?
Now that's what I call perfect timing, Commissioner.
Fancy giving me a hand?
What do you think, Officer Pryce?
By the look on your face, I'm guessing no.
You guess right. Thank you.
And what time do you land?
OK. Yeah.
Morning, sir. Morning, Sergeant.
Good morning, Commissioner. Miss Curtis.
OK, Mum, well, have a safe flight.
I'll see you soon. Love you, bye. Oh, Mum...
Um...
Did you remember to pack those... items I asked for?
You knew, the Brussels sprouts and the other stuff?
OK. OK, I love you, Mum.
Brussels sprouts, Inspector?
Well, yes, sir. You see, my mum's coming over for Christmas
and I asked her to pack a few festive essentials -
Brussels sprouts, a few parsnips, nut-free Christmas pudding.
All the things you need for a perfect Christmas Day.
That's your perfect Christmas Day, honey?
You need to get out more.
DS Thomas?
Sir, was there something you wanted?
Only to mention the Honore town carol service is fast approaching
and our attendance would be appreciated.
I do love a Christmas singalong.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Thank you for your help, boss man.
Don't call me boss man.
Commissioner. Inspector. That was the paramedics.
We've got a suspected murder.
A British woman called Jennifer Langan.
No.
You know her, Commissioner?
She interviewed me for a true crime podcast she hosts only yesterday.
Wait, not THE Jennifer Langan, the crime novelist?
Do we know what happened?
Looks like she was shot at the swamp near the bay.
So this podcast, what's it about?
In 1977, there was a young boy called Linus Peters
who went missing.
It was one of my first cases.
I was just out of training.
After an extensive investigation,
it was concluded that Linus
lost his life in this same swamp.
And now Jennifer Langan has been shot here.
Single bullet to the heart.
Paramedics reckon she's been here since late last night.
And the gun?
It's a revolver. .35 calibre. It looks old, rusty.
Well, let's get it to the lab, confirm it's the murder weapon.
It's odd that the killer chose to leave such an incriminating
piece of evidence here.
Also, sir, the victim's mobile phone was found on the ground
by her body.
Checked the call log, and there was an incoming call at 20 to midnight,
but the number was withheld, so I'll give it a proper check
at the station.
What was she doing out here in the middle of the night?
It is understood the successful crime writer came to Saint Marie
to record an episode of Unsolved, the true crime podcast she hosts.
There has been no statement given by the police so far.
With millions of books sold in her lifetime,
there's no question Jennifer Langan's death
will come as a shock to many.
Good morning, sir.
How can I help you?
Actually, it's me that can help you, sweetheart.
I've got some information on Jennifer Langan. OK.
I know why she came down to this swamp last night.
And? She came looking for a ghost.
If Jennifer Langan was revisiting the Linus Peters case,
do we think maybe that's why someone killed her?
Because she uncovered something new?
That has to be a possibility.
Hey. You all OK? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Actually, we kind of have, Inspector. What do you mean?
Marlon was going through the victim's mobile phone,
and there's a recording on it from last night
at the time of the murder.
I swear, sir, it's the freakiest thing I've ever heard.
Here.
Just past midnight.
I'm at the swamp.
Linus?
Are you there?
You want to speak with me, Linus?
Just give me a sign to let me know you're there.
Is she trying to communicate with...? With Linus Peters' ghost.
Sir, that's exactly what she's trying to do.
That's crazy. But that ain't the half of it.
It's hard to tell what's being said for, like, half a minute or so.
It's all muffled.
But then there's this.
Is that you?
Is that really you?
It's me, Linus.
That...
can't be.
There was a gunshot there. That should give us time of death.
Two minutes past midnight.
And the voice? Who was that?
Well, I mean, it's pretty obvious, sir.
Marlon, that's not the ghost of Linus Peters.
Ghosts don't exist.
Yes, I know that, Sarge.
Obviously, they don't.
But at the same time, you know, what if they do?
Even if ghosts did exist, they don't carry guns
and shoot people. Naomi's right.
We need to be logical about this.
Jennifer Langan was not murdered by the ghost of a nine-year-old boy.
We can't let that trip us up.
Argh! Sir?
You all right, Inspector?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
But there does appear to be a Christmas tree behind my desk.
Yeah, I totally forgot about that.
My bad, Inspector.
I just didn't know where else to put it.
Um... I'll get it out of your way.
But the fact of the matter is, Jennifer Langan's murder
must be connected to the Linus Peters case.
Um...
You know where I am.
If you need me.
You'll find Linus, won't you?
Promise.
It's believed that on that fateful Christmas Eve in 1977,
Linus Peters left the warmth of his bed and went outside in the hope
of catching sight of Santa Claus.
On entering the swamp near the family home,
he quickly became lost.
Couldn't find his way back.
The swamp itself is a labyrinth,
a maze created by Mother Nature that even an adult would struggle
to find his or her way out of...
let alone a nine-year-old boy.
It's not like Selwyn to drink alone.
I think maybe this murder case is playing on his mind.
Not just the case.
His daughter, Andrina.
He's said nothing since he found out about her.
I guess that's just the Commissioner's way.
Selwyn always bottled things up.
He needs a good woman to ease the cork out.
Mm.
Hi, Mum.
Aren't you supposed to be on a plane by now?
Wait, in the hospital? What's wrong?
I thought she wasn't due for a couple of weeks.
Izzy's had the baby.
You're an uncle. That's wonderful.
Little baby Arthur was born at 4:05.
Both mother and baby are doing well.
Say congratulations from me.
OK. Mum. Mum!
Catherine says congratulations.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah. No. OK. Of course I'll do that for you.
Yeah. Yeah. Call me back when you can talk.
Yes, Mum, I said I'll do it. Don't worry. OK.
Bye. A little baby at Christmas - it is just perfect.
No? Yeah.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Mum...
My mum was about to make her connecting flight in Paris
when Izzy called her with the news, but they didn't manage to get her
suitcase off in time, so I've got to pick it up here tomorrow morning.
So your mama won't be able to come to visit you this Christmas?
No, she's got to support Izzy and Mike.
But what does that matter? I'm an uncle.
You know, I think a rum might just be in order.
Yeah, let's wet the baby's head.
To little Arthur, my newborn nephew.
To Arthur.
Oh, no. Oh, I'm so sorry.
Are you all right?
Fine. Hardly hurt at all.
Oh, that's not what your face is saying.
I mean, it maybe hurt a little bit.
Oh, no. I'm really sorry.
I totally did not see you.
Is there anything I can do?
Would you like me to rub it for you?
I didn't mean that how it sounded.
I really didn't mean that the way it sounded. You just keep digging that
hole. I'm not improving matters, am I? Not very much, no.
Let me sort your suitcase out while you get in a cab.
Just let me do that for you.
Once again, my apologies.
Whoa, whoa. Sorry. Sorry again.
Really not your day, is it? Apparently not.
Morning, all.
Oh, great work decorating the tree, Darlene.
I thought I'd finish getting the place looking all festive for us.
Also, I got the original Linus Peters case files
out of the archives, and the postmortem's in.
Excellent stuff.
Although she's looking a bit wonky.
Excuse me? The angel.
She's got a definite wonk to the left.
Victim died due to a wound to the thoracic aorta.
Gunshot residue suggests it was fired at point-blank range.
OK, then, how about that?
Oh, well, now she's won king to the right.
What about suspects?
Human ones, not spectral.
So there's an email exchange I found between the victim and a man called
Danny Sheridan, who, it turns out, is a psychic.
Of course he is.
He's British, but lives here on Saint Marie.
Seems to work all over the world.
This is his website.
Let me take you on a journey into the mind.
And what did these emails between him and the victim say?
Nothing much - arranging time to talk on the phone.
But there were mentions of the Linus Peters case.
I'll need to talk to him, then.
I'll get on to that for you, Inspector. Thanks, Darlene.
Plus, going through Jennifer Langan's notes, the only person
she met since she's been here other than the Commissioner
was Marvin Peters.
And Marvin Peters is... Linus's twin brother.
He was there the night Linus went missing.
There's something else you should know about Marvin Peters.
I've just been to the lab, and the gun we found at the crime scene
is registered to Mr Peters.
And his are the only fingerprints on it.
Huh.
Hi. My name is Marvin, and I'm an alcoholic.
It's always tough at this time of year.
You all know why.
What happened weighs heavy on me.
But I know the answer's not found in some bottle.
I've been sober two years, nine months and four days this time.
And that's how it's staying.
You should be proud of yourself.
How well do you knew Marvin, sir?
We've stayed in touch on and off over the years.
Marvin lost his way for a while, turned to alcohol, but he got
himself straightened out.
That is Rakesha Lorde.
They met at AA. She's his sponsor and friend.
They've become quite dependent on each other over time.
Commissioner. Marvin.
This is DI Parker, DS Thomas.
It's been a few years, but I can't say I'm surprised to see you.
Is this about Jennifer Langan?
Whatever you have to say, I want Kesha there with me.
Why don't we all sit down?
It was only yesterday Jennifer was sat right there where you are.
For her podcast, right?
She wanted to speak to you about your brother?
Not that Marvin had much to say.
You didn't want to talk about it?
I was keen to help, but I was only nine when Linus disappeared.
It was so long ago.
So you didn't have an issue with Jennifer Langan looking
into your brother's case?
Of course not.
Not if I might finally find out what happened to Linus.
Marvin, there was a gun found beside Ms Langan's body.
It's registered to you.
What? And it only has one set of fingerprints on it.
Yours.
No, it can't be. It can't be mine, mine is right here inside.
He didn't do this.
You know that, right?
We're just doing due process.
Somebody must have taken it.
Have there been any signs of a break-in? No.
Who else knew you kept the gun here?
No-one. Only me and Kesha.
You need to understand, it wasn't me or Marvin who shot that woman.
It's like he said, Jennifer Langan was helping him.
That don't give either of us a motive.
What were your movements last night, both of you?
Played some cards after dinner.
Yes! Your luck changed.
I went to bed around half 11.
Goodnight. Do you want another game?
I tidied up a bit, did the dishes.
I was still here at 12.
Do you know what time this happened?
Just after midnight.
Well, there you go, then.
You should have told them what's happening here with Linus.
They won't believe you, Marvin.
This is now the third message I've left since this morning.
I'm starting to take this personally, Mr Sheridan.
Please call me back.
Is that the psychic dude?
Doing a good job ignoring me.
Of course.
You know, there is a much easier way to get a hold of him.
How?
Mr Sheridan.
Can you hear me?
Yeah, that's right.
Darlene will kick your butt if you don't pick up the phone
and call her back.
What? I said...
We should do background checks on both Marvin Peters
and Rakesha Lorde, see if there's something they're not telling us.
What's going on here?
Any news?
Actually, I have something rather tasty for you, Inspector.
I heard back from Sharonda.
She's my hairdresser's auntie's neighbour.
Wait. Who?
Sharonda works at the hotel the victim was staying in.
Darlene thought she might know something.
Oh, that makes more sense. Go on.
Sharonda worked late the night of the murder. As she was getting
into her car at about a quarter to midnight,
she said she saw a man approach Jennifer Langan.
Must have been when Miss Langan was just leaving for the swamp.
I mean, it was a bit too dark to see much.
But she said he looked local with scruffy clothes.
There is a man on our board who fits that description.
I put the call in to the hotel.
They're sorting out CCTV.
OK. Good. Anything else?
No.
Actually, there is one more thing, sir.
Your mum phoned and left a message.
Oh? Says, " Do not forget to take the sprouts and parsnips
"out of the suitcase before they go mouldy."
OK, good.
Well, thank you, Mother.
So, Sophie, breakfast is included and served there at the bar.
Lunch and dinner is available if you want it.
Anything you need to know about the island,
just come and ask me.
Thanks, Catherine. I'll show you to your room.
What the...?
Who knew you had such a beautiful voice, Marlon?
Sorry, Sarge.
I didn't see you there.
Well, it's my little sister, Joycelyn.
Say hi to DS Thomas.
Hi. Hey, Joycelyn.
Hey.
I'll call you in a minute, all right? OK.
I promised to help her practise for the carol service before bedtime.
She got the solo.
But we was working late on a murder case, you know?
I'll get back to it.
Marlon, when I was her age, I had a solo at church myself,
and it was scary.
I mean, big -time scary.
So I reckon if Joycelyn needs her big brother now, then...
we've got it covered.
Marlon.
You really do have a beautiful voice.
All right. Go. It's true.
Thank you, Naomi.
Night, sir. Night, Sarge.
Night, Marlon.
So, what's going on over here?
There's one thing I noticed - back when the swamp was searched in '77,
there was no imaging done.
They didn't have the technology.
You want to do a sweep of the swamp?
I did a course a couple of years ago with a team over in Jamaica
and, using their infrared kit,
we could finally confirm what happened to Linus Peters.
Let's do it. Let's get them in.
Marvin and Linus were identical twins?
Must have torn his heart out.
Losing his brother like that.
Yeah, it must have.
Poor kid.
Hello?
What the...?
Linus.
Good morning and welcome back to Saint Marie Live.
I am joined now by Danny Sheridan, who is a professional psychic,
currently living right here on Saint Marie.
Good morning, Danny. Morning, Alicia.
Now you're here today to talk to us about Jennifer Langan, the crime
writer who was found dead the day before yesterday.
Yes.
A few months back, Jennifer announced she was looking
into the Linus Peters case.
So I reached out to her, said I could help.
Help in what way?
Around the same time, I found myself receiving a
spiritual energy from Linus.
There's something I believe he's trying to pass on to me.
Because am I right in thinking the police never fully
solved that case? Yes, that's right.
And having now done some digging into the events of 1977, my instinct
is that they made a real hash of the whole investigation,
which makes me wonder, that's why Linus is trying to make contact.
Because he's not at peace.
There's something he wants putting right.
Ghosts don't exist, Mr Sheridan.
No, Mum, seriously.
There is no sign of those sprouts.
No, no, nor the parsnips. Nothing.
It's just clothes.
Are you sure you packed them?
Hold on.
Mum, I'm getting another call, I'll call you back.
Commissioner.
Everything all right?
I will not tolerate some so-called psychic publicly smearing
the reputation of this police force.
Yes, sir.
From what Miss Curtis tells me,
you were already aware of this man's association with the victim.
Yeah, we were, sir.
It's like I said, Commissioner, Mr Sheridan was not taking my calls
or returning my messages.
That is not good enough.
Danny Sheridan's connection to the victim makes him
both witness and suspect.
He has questions he needs to come and answer.
Mr Sheridan not in, I take it?
His carts in the drive.
See? Uh-huh.
Mr Sheridan.
Mr Sheridan, if you are in there, will you please answer!
It's the police. It's very important we talk to you.
Why don't I stay here until he turns up?
Let me see if I can put this right.
Sounds like a good plan. Very well.
Well, someone's a grumpy goat this morning, aren't they?
Linus.
Sarge, I've got something.
They think Linus isn't coming back.
It's kind of looking that way.
But you said you'd find him.
I'm sorry.
Oh. Hi, can I help...?
Wait a minute. You're the person I... Nearly crashed your Jeep into?
Yeah.
What are you doing here?
This suitcase isn't mine.
I think it's your mum's.
You put the wrong one in the boot.
Oh, yeah. No, I'm so sorry.
The... Yeah.
Hey, do you want to come inside and...? I've got the other suitcase
here, if you... Yeah.
No...
Well, at least we knew where my sprouts have got to.
Actually, that's how I found you. As soon as I mentioned Brussels sprouts
Catherine said straight away, "This must be Neville Parker's doing."
Oh, you knew Catherine? I'm here on holiday, so I'm renting her
guest room for a few weeks.
Oh. There you go.
Thanks. Finally I can put some clean clothes on.
I'm wearing the same ones I arrived in.
I was wondering what the smell was.
That's only a joke. I didn't...
You smell great.
Well, I 'll, uh... I'll let you get on with your work.
Yeah. I'm Sophie, by the way.
Neville. Yeah, I know.
Oh, yeah. The...
Well, nice to meet you.
I'm sorry for ruining the start of your holiday.
It's all an adventure, isn't it?
Yeah.
All right, well...
Right, uh, any news?
Yes.
So this is the footage from the security camera at the north end
of the hotel car park the night Jennifer Langan was murdered.
Time code shows 14 minutes to midnight.
He's getting very angry, isn't he?
And it is not Marvin Peters.
As you can see, he leaves moments after, drives in the same direction.
Miss Langan was shot just 15 minutes after this.
Which makes him our prime suspect, right?
We zoomed in and got a screen grab. And I remembered seeing his photo
while I was working through the Linus Peters case files.
His name is Rodell Weekes.
He was a person of interest briefly when Linus first went missing.
On what grounds?
Rodell worked as a mechanic for Linus and Marvin's dad's garage.
He was laid off by the dad that same Christmas Eve, 1977.
Here, see?
He was heard bad - mouthing the dad that same evening.
Well, it's been a few years, but it's definitely the same guy.
And just 15 minutes before Jennifer Langan was murdered,
this man was seen harassing her.
Huh.
I was just getting some wrapping done while they're playing
in the pool. Excuse the mess.
Your grandchildren? No, they're my own.
I settled down late in life.
But it works. They keep me young.
So how can I help you both?
A woman called Jennifer Langan was murdered two days ago.
I assume you've seen the news.
I... I did, yes.
Tragic.
Look, I won't deny she and I spoke.
Doesn't mean I killed her.
You didn't just speak, though, did you, Mr Weekes?
Security camera footage clearly shows that you
became angry with her.
It was nothing, really. It was...
Look, I heard what she was doing, digging up the Linus Peters story,
and I wanted to know. Know what?
Exactly what she was going to say about me,
what dirt she was going to fling.
When that boy went missing and I was questioned,
my whole life was turned upside down.
In what way? Friends ignored me.
Shops refused to serve me.
Everywhere I went, people whispering behind my back.
"That's him. That's the one who had it in for the Peters boy."
But you were discounted from the investigation almost immediately.
Once people have made up their mind,
they seldom change it back.
It took me so long to build my life back up.
I couldn't bear having my name dragged through the mud
all over again.
That's why I went and spoke with her.
But I swear, it wasn't me
went down that swamp and shot Jennifer Langan.
His alibi checks out.
His wife swears blind Rodell was with her at midnight.
So the only suspect we can still definitively place at the crime
scene when Jennifer Langan was shot at midnight two nights ago...
Is... Do you want to speak with me, Linus?
It's me, Linus.
The ghost of a nine-year-old boy.
So this was just left lying there on the floor outside your bedroom?
So someone must have put it there. No, I lock up every night.
I would know if someone was creeping around.
What about Rakesha?
You told us she has a set of keys.
It's not her. She wouldn't do this.
She's as confused by this as I am.
And this is not the only one. It's happened to me before.
And these other notes.
When did they appear?
Every now and then, over the years.
Christmas is the most common time it happens.
What the...?
Just pretend I'm not here, sir.
You all think I'm making this up.
No. No, I don't.
But I do question the notion that they were left there
by some supernatural entity.
Then how do you explain it?
I can't, but I would like to try and get to the bottom
of what's going on. How?
Well, with your permission, we'll come to your home tonight,
monitor the place while you're sleeping,
see if we can find out what's happening. I'm sorry.
Did you just say you want us to spend the night
in a haunted house?
That's not exactly how I would phrase it, but in essence, yeah.
That's such a bad idea.
DS Thomas to DI Parker.
Camera one is in position.
Received. Camera one feed is now live.
Heading round to the back of the house now.
We'll let you know when camera two is live. Copy that.
Marlon, are you ready and in position?
I'm here, sir.
Inside the house...
with the ghost. And where's Marvin?
He's...
He's gone to bed.
All the doors are locked and bolted.
OK, you can turn the lights off now.
I have to do this in the dark?!
Conditions have to be exactly the same as they were when Marvin
received the notes previously.
Just saying it one more time, in case you didn't hear.
Sir, I'm really, really not happy right now.
Seriously, Marlon, you have nothing to be scared of.
There is no such thing as ghosts.
Inspector, open the door,
I'm getting soaked.
Thank God it's you, Naomi.
Everything all right there, sir?
Camera three is in position, sir.
Sir, you know you just screamed like a baby, right?
Copy that.
I know you're in there, Mr Sheridan.
You can't hide away forever.
Well, looky here. If it isn't Mr Sneaky Pants himself.
What's your problem, woman?
Mr Sheridan, I know you've been trying to avoid me,
and it's got to stop.
It's the police you're dealing with.
I'm sorry, but you don't look much like a police officer
to me, sweetheart.
I work for the local force in a civilian capacity.
Right.
So you don't have any actual legal power of jurisdiction, then?
Not as such, no.
You knew, I'm getting a sense this is new to you.
Am I right?
This job, it's a... it's a change you've had recently in your life.
Don't you dare try and use your... your special mind powers
on me, Mr Sheridan.
Oh, I'm not, love. It's just obvious.
You're no good at it.
You have a good night now.
Mr Sheridan...
Stop!
Mr Sheridan!
Sir! What happened?!
I just didn't want you falling asleep and missing
all the action, sir.
Thank you, DS Thomas.
So I've got something of interest. Oh, yeah?
Been going through Jennifer Langan's notes.
Turns out her interest in the Linus Peters case
came about because her father was connected to it back in 1977.
Really? Yeah.
He worked as a consular here on Saint Marie, and when Linus
went missing, he helped out with the search.
She says the consulate gifted him a hip flask as a thank you.
Apparently, there's an inscription on it of some sort.
Thing is, Jennifer says she still carries it with her to this day.
But it wasn't at the hotel or the crime scene.
No, it wasn't.
Huh. That is odd.
You knew what, Naomi?
I think our alleged ghost is a no-show.
This officially just got spooky.
Inspector?
Got a paranormal occurrence in here.
There is music playing in the other room.
Someone must have turned the stereo on, Marlon. Go and have a look.
I knew you were going to say that.
There's no-one by the record player, sir.
It's just playing on its own.
Keep looking around.
Oh, man, what the...?
Is someone there?
Marvin?
Did you do this?
No.
It was me. Linus.
Sir.
I think Marvin's been possessed by the ghost.
I've never actually come across it before, myself, sir.
But when Marlon called us into that room...
He's saying he's Linus, sir. Aren't you?
When I saw Marvin behaving so differently, childlike,
I had a suspicion what we were dealing with.
Dissociative identity disorder.
What they used to call multiple personality disorder.
I spoke briefly with the consultant and she said these things usually
have their roots in a traumatic childhood event.
When Marvin lost his brother. Mm-hmm.
Or simply his personality split into two.
While Marvin was left heartbroken,
part of him retreated into that alter ego of his brother Linus,
where he'd be safe from having to confront that tragedy.
And he's been unaware this has been happening ever since?
Well, who knows what triggers these dissociative episodes?
But from Marvin's point of view, it's possible he had no idea
what was going on.
Just a sense of time being lost whenever he became Linus.
And the written notes? According to Dr Vincent,
it's not uncommon for alters to write notes
and leave them for their hosts.
So it was Marvin's voice as his alter, Linus,
we heard on the recording when Jennifer Langan was shot.
Mm-hmm. We asked him. We asked Linus if it was him who fired the gun
and killed the victim.
It was you who shot Miss Langan?
Is that really you?
It's me - Linus.
But why?
Why would Marvin, as his nine-year-old alter,
why would he want to kill Jennifer Langan?
That we don't yet knew, sir.
But they want to keep Marvin here for observation.
If they have a chance to talk to Linus again, then we may yet
get an answer.
Darlene, how are you getting on with Danny Sheridan?
Not good, sir.
He fled off in that flashy car of his.
I've been sat outside his villa all night and day,
waiting for him to return.
And before you say anything, Commissioner,
it really was not my fault.
That man is a total and complete...
Numpty?
Exactly that.
Does sound like a... numpty.
Commissioner. I'spector.
I've just heard from the crime scene analysts over at the swamp.
They've located the remains of what appears to be a young child.
Long -term decomposition suggests it's probably Linus Peters.
They're exhuming the remains and we'll get them to the lab.
So it sounds like Linus Peters did drown in the swamp.
So, so, so...
After everything, we have nearly all our answers.
We know what happened to Linus Peters on Christmas Eve in 1977.
And we knew who shot Jennifer Langan.
Then why does it feel so disappointing?
It's the carol service.
Oh, man.
I really can't miss my sister singing.
Well, you knew what, Marlon? You won't.
We've only got the paperwork left to do on this, and that can certainly
wait till tomorrow morning. Come on.
Good evening, everyone, and welcome to this special
Christmas carol service.
We have lots of treats for you,
the first of which - the children of Honore Primary School
are going to sing for us.
There she is. There she is.
A vous.
I reckon I'm more nervous than she is.
I'm sure she's got this. Yeah.
She crushed it, right? She totally crushed it.
You crushed it!
I meant to tell you, I invited Sophie tonight.
I thought it would give you both a chance to talk.
Why would we want to do that?
Because she's single, Neville.
Oh, no, no, no. No, I don't think so.
Why not?
I don't think I made a very good first impression.
Oh, you made a terrible first impression.
But don't worry.
I put in a good word for you.
They think Linus isn't coming back.
It's kind of looking that way.
But you said you'd find him.
I'm sorry.
Everything OK, sir?
You know, this job we do...
we're thrust into the most devastating moments of people's
lives, and no amount of training can ever prepare us
for what that's really like.
The night Linus went missing...
I made a promise to Marvin that I'd find his brother.
A promise I could never keep.
We've all been there, sir.
Just... got to chalk it up to experience,
try and learn from our mistakes.
Exactly what I told myself,
and I thought I'd made my peace with it.
Except here I am all these years later,
and it still casts a shadow.
Yes?
May I come in?
Marvin.
I'm very sorry for everything you're going through right now.
You don't deserve any of it.
It's not your fault.
You did everything you ever could for me.
I just need to know you understand.
Understand?
That I didn't mean to shoot that woman.
I swear to you, Selwyn...
I didn't mean to do it. I know. I know.
I know. I know. I know you didn't.
It's OK.
What have I done?
And I am down here at the mangrove swamp where Jennifer Langan
was murdered only a few days ago.
Later on, I'll be joined by local psychic Danny Sheridan, who claims
he has some revelatory news to share.
You're coming out to play now, are you, Mr Sheridan?
Well, then, the game is on.
You hear me?
It is on.
Marlon?
Get yourself out of bed.
We've got business to attend to.
Yeah, Mum, yeah, I got all the presents,
but I'm going to wait till tomorrow to open them.
And I'm pleased to report all the vegetables arrived
present and correct.
I'm not sure Harry's ever seen a Brussels sprout before.
Oh, Mum, I 'll... I'll call you back. OK, bye.
Commissioner.
I've spent the night at the hospital
talking with Marvin...
and also, at one point...
his alter. You spoke with Linus?
He told me why he shot Jennifer Langan.
And?
Because Rakesha Lorde told him to.
I had a feeling you'd come looking for me.
You know what I did, right?
He told you? Why?
Why did you get Marvin to shoot Jennifer Langan?
Well, after her first interview with Marvin, I could tell
she was up to something.
Had an agenda, yeah?
So...
I confronted her.
I said I wouldn't let her speak to Marvin again unless she told me
what game she was playing.
Jennifer.
I mean it.
I'm not letting you go anywhere near him again unless you tell me
what's going on here.
She swore me to secrecy.
Said I couldn't tell anybody.
I know how this sounds, but it's true.
But she had evidence to prove...
Marvin's brother, Linus,
he's still alive.
What? She said that to you?
She told me she believed Linus was still alive.
Said she was sure of it.
And I know I should have been happy for Marvin after all these years,
but I just felt sick
when I heard her say that.
Why?
Because I've got no-one but him in my life.
He's the only thing that keeps me from doing this.
I knew.
I just knew that if he got his brother back...
No room for me any more.
And I couldn't go back to how my life was.
Empty. Lonely.
Just me and a bottle of booze.
One day after the next after the next.
So that's why I convinced that child in Marvin,
Linus...
to go and shoot Jennifer Langan.
Rakesha Lorde, I'm arresting you for conspiracy to murder.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence if you do not mention...
Sir, I don't understand.
Why would Jennifer Langan say Linus is still alive?
Excuse me.
Hey, Darlene.
Inspector, I'm with Alicia McCoy from TV news.
She was supposed to interview Danny Sheridan this morning,
but he's not turned up. Go on.
You need to hear what Miss McCoy has to say.
I'm putting you on speakerphone.
Hi, Alicia.
I hope you're sitting down, Mr Parker, cos I am telling you,
this is pretty darn spicy.
Go on. Mr Sheridan called me last night, told me
he'd been having more visions about Linus Peters, and he said
he believed Linus is still alive.
That's what he was going to announce live on air this morning.
But then he never showed up.
That's why Jennifer Langan told Rakesha Linus was still alive.
Marvin's brother, Linus.
He's still alive.
Because Danny Sheridan told her.
Sir.
Sir, it's already open.
Police. Anybody there?
Oh, no.
I've got a pulse.
This is Dl Parker. We need an ambulance.
Ow!
Get off.
Did that sting...
honey?
Ah.
OK, so Danny Sheridan couldn't be more reluctant to talk.
Won't say who attacked him or why.
I think I might have an idea why.
This whole file was full of research Mr Sheridan was conducting
into Linus Peters. Research? It's one thing
these so-called psychics do, dig up a load of background on someone,
then pretend they intuited it with their extrasensory psychic powers.
So he's a fake, you mean?
Absolute charlatan.
I already told your officer, I don't know who broke in.
It was probably just some burglar.
Mr Sheridan, what do you knew?
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 knew?
I became aware of the Linus Peters case about five years ago.
I thought I could generate some work from it.
So I got in contact with Marvin Peters.
Offered him my services.
But it came to nothing.
He wasn't interested?
Some friend of his, a woman...
Rakesha Lorde. Yeah, that was her.
She wouldn't let me anywhere near him.
Said Marvin needed protecting.
Raking over the past wasn't healthy for him.
So I let it be.
Forgot all about it.
Then I was in Trinidad six months back.
I had a show there that evening and I was just grabbing some lunch.
That's when I saw him.
Marvin Peters's twin.
But you decided not to notify the authorities at that point?
No. Instead, you decided to try and convince everyone
that you'd found Linus Peters using only your psychic abilities.
It's my bread and butter, is this, Inspector.
And it would have been such a coup.
You know how we ended up there?
I followed him for a few days.
Found out his name, or rather, the name he'd been given
since disappearing.
Tremayne Dyer.
Where he lived, where he grew up.
And I eventually found the man that raised him.
Winston Dyer.
He was very ill.
Bedbound, dying.
I told him I knew that the boy he had raised as his own wasn't his.
I said if he told me the truth, I'd wait till he passed on
to reveal what he'd done.
If he didn't, I'd phone the police there and then.
And he told you?
Winston Dyer was a fisherman, a trawlerman.
He'd been out working that Christmas Eve back in 1977.
He was just heading home for the night when he came
across a small boy, unconscious, floating in the water.
He pulled him onto the boat and took him back to Trinidad.
What was Linus doing in the sea?
Winston never knew.
But he and his wife couldn't have kids.
So when Linus woke with no memory of who he was or where he'd come
from, they decided to keep quiet, raise the child as their own.
Which is why you reached out to Jennifer Langan.
Because to make the biggest splash you could, you needed someone
who could get you proper publicity. And Jen was all up for it.
The true crime psychic who solves the 45-year-old
missing persons case.
Would have made some podcast.
What about the break-in?
I swear, I don't know who it was.
What exactly is missing?
All the evidence I had proving Linus Peters is still alive.
Officer Pryce, we need you to travel to Trinidad
to locate a man called Tremayne Dyer.
OK. Thanks.
Sir.
That was the lab.
The human remains pulled from the swamp?
Initial results are dating them from about a century ago.
A young girl.
Right.
I guess we should have considered it a possibility.
Linus wasn't the only person to be lost to that swamp.
Yeah.
There would have been no births or deaths registered then,
so there'll be no record to suggest she was missing.
No.
Everything all right, Inspector?
Uh, yeah. It's the missing hip flask.
The one that used to belong to Jennifer Langan's father?
Yes, sir. Look, here he is.
She says the consulate gifted him a hip flask as a thank you.
Apparently, there is an inscription on it of some sort.
Read the inscription.
"Keep your head up and your heart strong."
That's it, isn't it?
I mean, that is it.
Keep your heart strong.
I know why she came down to this swamp last night.
Gunshot residue suggests it was fired at point-blank range.
It's odd that the killer would leave such an incriminating
piece of evidence here.
Marvin's brother, Linus, he's still alive.
What was Linus doing in the sea?
We...
We've had it all wrong this whole time.
We've had it all wrong.
Marvin Peters may have shot Jennifer Langan,
but he did not murder her.
The killer's still out there?
Yes.
You can burn those papers if you like, Rodell.
It won't make any difference.
We already knew what they say.
Or you could finally do the right thing and help correct the biggest
mistake you made in your life.
They deserve better than me.
And the hip flask, you have it?
Inside.
I'll show you where.
This case started with us being led to believe that Jennifer Langan
was shot dead by a ghost.
Now, even though I don't believe such things exist, I do know
that some of you here today have been genuinely haunted
by the events of Christmas Eve, 1977.
So I hope that now, finally,
we can lay those ghosts to rest.
At two minutes past midnight, one week ago tonight, Marvin Peters
believed he shot our victim straight through the heart.
And dropping the gun, he turned and fled the scene.
But what Marvin - indeed, Jennifer Langan herself -
didn't know was that Rodell Weekes
was present at the shooting as well, having followed Miss Langan there
after he'd confronted her at her hotel
only a quarter of an hour previously.
Hidden out of sight in the trees...
he witnessed Miss Langan
rise, unharmed by the bullet.
How?
Because Miss Langan was carrying a metallic hip flask
in her chest pocket.
I didn't kill her?
No, you did not kill her.
This hip flask saved her life, but then someone else came along
and took it away from her.
Because in that very moment, as Jennifer was recovering...
Oh.
Just stay where you are.
Rodell picked up the gun Marvin dropped.
The first shot was pretty much point-blank range,
so all you needed to do was aim the gun
in the exact same spot the first bullet was fired.
In order to complete the illusion, you replaced the gun where Marvin
had left it, removed the hip flask, and then left the scene.
Then to give it a final flourish and provide yourself with an alibi,
I assume your wife was asleep when you arrived home, so you reset
the time on her bedside clock to just gone midnight.
The same time that Marvin shot Jennifer Langan.
Then you re-entered the bedroom, making enough noise for your wife
to wake up.
You must have readjusted the clock to the correct time
after she drifted off back to sleep.
Now, in order to understand why you would choose to do this,
why you would choose to kill Jennifer Langan, you already
answered that question for us when we first interviewed you.
I wanted to know. Know what? Exactly what she was going to say about me.
You were worried about what the podcast would reveal.
That you killed Linus Peters
on Christmas Eve, 1977.
Because that's what you believed, wasn't it, Mr Weekes?
That Christmas Eve, when we were clocking off, your father...
he let me go.
Fired me. I was angry.
I got myself worked into a state.
That night I got into my truck and I decided to go and let him know
what I really felt.
I...
took that turn out on the coastal road near your house,
and I just didn't see him.
Linus.
We think he wandered out,
as we'd always thought, looking for Santa,
but he didn't go into the swamp.
He headed down through the woods,
down to the road and was hit by Rodell's truck.
His body, it had tumbled down on the beach,
lying there...
all peaceful.
Eyes closed.
Not moving.
I panicked.
I wanted it all to disappear, so...
What did you do?
I moved him down to the sea.
Let the waves wash him away.
When I got back to my truck,
I saw his sandal left on the roadside
and I picked it up and took it with me...
so no-one would ever know he was there.
When you found out the police suspected that Linus went missing
in the swamp, you planted the sandal knowing it would misdirect us
to look elsewhere.
So when you heard that Danny Sheridan had more revelations
to make on TV that morning,
that must have sent a shiver down your spine.
That's why you broke into his home and searched his files, to find out
what he knew.
And inside that folder you found not evidence of Linus's death,
as you anticipated, but evidence that Linus Peters...
was still alive.
Sorry, what...? What did she just say?
We think Linus, your twin brother...
is still alive.
That Christmas Eve night, 1977, Linus was picked up by a fishing
boat, taken to Trinidad, where he was raised by another family
as their own.
These pages of notes - names, addresses...
they prove that your brother is still alive, Marvin.
He lives under the name of Tremayne Dyer.
We have an officer right now
bringing him to Saint Marie to meet you.
Thank you for finding me my brother, Selwyn.
You said you would. You promised.
And you found him.
You found Linus.
Thank you.
Marvin.
Thank you, Inspector.
Marvin.
Well, I guess that's us all done and dusted for Christmas, then.
Which is perfect timing because I've got about 20 minutes
to make my flight back to St Barnabas.
I can get you there in ten.
I'll grab my things.
Gentlemen, before we break for the holidays, I wondered
if we could have a quick chat about this job.
Only I don't think it's quite working out for me.
The last few days, being ignored and given a runaround...
I know Danny Sheridan was only doing it because I'm not
a qualified officer. What are you saying, Darlene?
I think it's time I found a new role for myself
where I'm less like a spare part.
Is there anything at all we can do to convince you to stay?
Oh, I'm not leaving. No.
I'm applying to train as a full-on officer.
That's if you'll have me.
I reckon it's time we did things properly, don't you?
Very glad to hear it, Miss Curtis.
In the meantime, I'd like to wish you both a very merry Christmas.
Thanks, Darlene.
Happy holidays, sir. Commissioner.
Happy Christmas, Naomi.
And a very merry Christmas to you, too, sir.
And to you, Inspector.
Enjoy your sprouts, sir.
Yeah, Catherine managed to talk her chef into cooking it for me,
since I'm going to be on my own.
Yeah.
Oh, actually, Mum, it's coming out now, so I'd better go.
I 'll... I'll see you in a few days.
Yeah, you too. Bye-bye.
Wow. Here you are, Neville.
Here is your English Christmas lunch.
Catherine, that looks amazing.
We can't have you all alone, not on Christmas Day.
No.
You know, Neville, I'm not sure Sophie's enjoying her seafood.
I wonder if she'd prefer an English Christmas lunch.
Sophie.
Hey, there's way too much for me here.
Maybe you could help me out with it.
My way of paying you back.
I thought you'd never ask.
Don't forget your cracker.
So, all the trimmings?
All the trimmings.
Never had lobster before.
Not sure it's really my cup of tea. No, me neither.
Well...
Bon appetit.
As they say in... Wythenshawe.
Merry Christmas, Neville. Merry Christmas, Sophie.
So go on, tell me - how did you end up landing a gig like this?
Working in the Caribbean.
Well, I would never have come out here at all
if it was up to me, but...
now that I'm here, I wouldn't change it for the world.
I mean...
paradise, isn't it?
Yeah.
Yeah, it really is.
Oh.
One, two, three. Pull.
There's your hat. Put your crown on.
Go on, then, pass us the gravy.