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♪♪

-Santa?

Santa?

-Evening, young man.

It's Marvin, right?

It's lovely to meet you.

My name is Selwyn. Officer Selwyn Paterson.

Your mum and dad, they're a little worried right now.

Your brother Linus, he's gone missing.

Do you know where he might be?

Then how about we get you back to bed?

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

Try and get some shut-eye, alright?

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

-I promise.

-[ Speaking indistinctly ]

-Linus!

-Linus!

-Linus? -Linus?

-So, Commissioner.

the night Linus Peters disappeared in 1977,

what, in your personal opinion, happened to him?

-My personal and professional opinion are no different.

-That he got lost in the mangrove swamp

near the family home and died there?

-Mmm.

-Um, but his body was never found.

-The morning after Linus was reported missing,

a hurricane hit the island.

The search was called off.

When it was recommenced 48 hours later,

there was little expectation he could have survived.

-And you found one of his sandals,

and in the absence of any evidence of foul play --

-Linus Peters was assumed dead.

-And you stand by that hypothesis, do you?

-I do.

-Hm! Hm!

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

I still have a tonne of interviews to do here.

-Miss Langan, what do you hope to achieve

by dredging all this up again?

-I have no agenda, I promise you.

I'm only dusting off a story

that might interest my listeners.

Over the last couple of centuries, a handful

of people have lost their lives to the swamp

where Linus went missing.

Mmm.

A local urban myth suggests if you go there at midnight

and listen very closely to the wind,

you can hear the voices of the dead

calling out for help.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Jennifer Langan speaking.

Hello?

Is there someone there?

[ Car alarm chirps ]

It's Jennifer here.

It's just past midnight.

I'm at the swamp.

Linus?

Are you there, Linus?

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

♪♪

♪ You're wondering how you will pay ♪

♪ For the way you misbehaved ♪

♪ First time I swallowed ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ I won't return ♪

♪ Forever, you will wait ♪

♪ You're wondering now what to do ♪

-Morning, Mr Goolaman! Merry Christmas!

-♪ Now you know this is the end ♪

♪ You're wondering how you will pay ♪

♪ For the way you misbehaved ♪

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

Right?

Ah, now that's what I call perfect timing, Commissioner.

Fancy giving me a hand?

-What do you think, Officer Pryce?

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

-You guess right.

-Thank you.

-And what time do you land?

Okay. Yeah.

-Morning, sir. -Morning, Sergeant.

-Good morning, Commissioner. -Miss Curtis.

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

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

Oh, oh, Mum, um,

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

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

Okay. Okay, love you, Mum.

-Brussels sprouts, Inspector?

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

and I asked her to pack a few festive essentials,

uh, Brussels sprouts, a few parsnips,

nut-free Christmas pudding, you know,

all the things you need for a perfect Christmas Day.

-That's your perfect Christmas Day, honey?

You need to get out more.

[ Phone rings ]

-DS Thomas?

-Sir, was there something you wanted?

-Only to mention the Honoré Town Carol Service

is fast approaching

and our attendance would be appreciated.

-I do love a Christmas singalong.

-[ Groans ]

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

[ Sighs ]

Thank you for your help, boss man.

-Don't call me boss man.

-Commissioner, Inspector, that was the paramedics.

We've got a suspected murder.

A British woman called Jennifer Langan.

-No. -You know her, Commissioner?

-She interviewed me for a true crime podcast she hosts

only yesterday.

-Wait, not the Jennifer Langan, the crime novelist?

-Do we know what happened?

-Looks like she was shot at the swamp near Carrow Bay.

-So this podcast, what's it about?

-In 1977, there was a young boy called Linus Peters

who went missing.

It was one of my first cases.

I was just out of training.

After an extensive investigation, it was concluded

that Linus lost his life in this same swamp.

-And now Jennifer Langan has been shot here.

-A single bullet to the heart.

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

-And the gun?

-It's a revolver, 0.35 calibre.

It looks old, rusty.

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

It's odd that the killer chose to leave

such an incriminating piece of evidence here.

-Also, sir, the victim's mobile phone

was found on the ground by her body.

Checked the call log, and there was an incoming call

at 20 to midnight, but the number was withheld,

so, I'll give it a proper check at the station.

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

-It is understood the successful crime writer came to

Saint Marie to record an episode of "Unsolved",

the true crime podcast she hosts.

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

but with millions of books sold in her lifetime,

there's no question

Jennifer Langan's death will come as a shock to many.

-Good morning, sir. How can I help you?

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

I've got some information on Jennifer Langan.

-Okay.

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

-And?

-She came looking for a ghost.

-If Jennifer Langan was revisiting

the Linus Peters case,

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

Because she uncovered something new?

-That has to be a possibility.

-Hey. You all okay?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

-Actually, we kind of have, Inspector.

-What do mean?

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

and there was a recording on it

from last night at the time of the murder.

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

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

I'm at the swamp.

Linus? Are you there?

Do you want to speak with me, Linus?

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

-Is she -- is she trying to communicate with --

-With Linus Peters' ghost, sir?

That's exactly what she's trying to do.

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

-It's hard to tell what's being said for,

like, half a minute or so.

It's all muffled.

But then there's this.

-Is that you?

Is that really you?

-It's me, Linus.

-That can't be.

-Well, there was a gunshot there.

That should give us time of death.

-Two minutes past midnight.

-And the voice? Who was that?

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

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

Ghosts don't exist.

-Yes, I know that, Sarge.

Obviously they don't.

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

-Even if ghosts did exist,

they don't carry guns and shoot people.

-Naomi's right.

We need to be logical about this.

Jennifer Langan was not murdered by the ghost

of a 9-year-old boy.

We can't let that trip us up.

Argh! -Sir!

-You all right, Inspector?

-I'm fine.

I'm fine, but there does appear to be

a Christmas tree behind my desk.

-Yeah, I totally forgot about that.

My bad, Inspector.

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

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

-Well, the fact of the matter is Jennifer Langan's murder

must be connected to the Linus Peters case.

-Um...

you know where I am, if you need me.

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

-I promise.

-It's believed that on that fateful Christmas Eve

in 1977, Linus Peters left the warmth of his bed

and went outside in the hope of catching sight of Santa Claus.

On entering the swamp near the family home,

he quickly became lost, couldn't find his way back.

The swamp itself is a labyrinth, a maze created by Mother Nature

that even an adult would struggle to find his

or her way out of,

let alone a 9-year-old boy.

♪♪

♪♪

-It's not like Selwyn to drink alone.

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

-Not just the case.

His daughter. Andrina.

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

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

-Selwyn always bottles things up.

He needs a good woman to ease the cork out.

-Mmm. -[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Oh.

Hi, Mum.

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

Wait, in the hospital? What's wrong?

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

Izzy's had the baby.

-You're an uncle! That's wonderful.

-Little baby Arthur was born at five minutes past 4:00.

Both mother and baby are doing well.

-Say congratulations from me. -Okay.

Mum, Mum, Catherine says congratulations.

[ Laughs ] Yeah.

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

Yeah. Call me back when you can talk.

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

Okay, bye.

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

-Yeah.

-What's wrong?

-Uh, nothing.

My mum was about to make her connecting flight in Paris

when Izzy called her with the news,

but they didn't manage to get her suitcase off in time,

so I've got to pick it up here tomorrow morning.

-So your mama won't be able

to come to visit you this Christmas.

-No.

She's got to support Izzy and Mike.

But what does that matter?

I'm an uncle. [ Laughs ]

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

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

To little Arthur, my new born nephew.

-To Arthur. -[ Chuckles ]

-♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Come into my life ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Come in today ♪

♪ Come on in ♪

♪ Come in to stay ♪

♪ Come on in ♪

♪ Come into my life, oh, baby ♪

-Oh! Oh, no! -Ah!

-Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

-Fine. Hardly hurt at all.

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

-I mean, it maybe hurt a little bit.

-Oh, no, I'm really sorry. I totally, I did not see you.

Uh, is there anything I can do?

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

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

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

-You just keep digging that hole, eh?

-I'm not improving matters, am I?

-Not very much, no. -No.

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

Just let me do that for you.

Uh, once again, my apologies.

Oh, whoa!

Sorry.

Sorry again.

-Really not your day, is it?

-Apparently not.

Morning all.

Oh, great work decorating the tree, Darlene.

-I thought I'd finish getting the place

looking all festive for us.

Also, I got the original Linus Peters case files

out of the archives, and the post-mortem is in.

-Excellent stuff.

Although she's looking a bit wonky.

-Excuse me?

-The angel.

She's got a definite wonk to the left.

"Victim died due to a wound to the thoracic aorta.

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

-Okay, then, how about that?

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

Hmm? What about suspects?

Human ones, not spectral.

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

and a man called Danny Sheridan,

who, it turns out, is a psychic.

-Course he is.

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

Seems to work all over the world.

This is his website.

-Let me take you on a journey into the mind.

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

between him and the victim say?

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

but there were mentions of the Linus Peters case.

-Hmm, we need to, talk to him, then.

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

-Thanks, Darlene.

-Plus, going through Jennifer Langan's notes,

the only person she met since she's been here,

other than the Commissioner, was Marvin Peters.

-And Marvin Peters is?

-Linus' twin brother.

He was there the night Linus went missing.

-Um, there's something else you should know about Marvin Peters.

I've just been to the lab,

and the gun we found at the crime scene

is registered to Mr. Peters,

and his are the only fingerprints on it.

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

It's always tough at this time of year.

You all know why.

What happened weighs heavy on me.

But I know the answer is not found in some bottle.

I've been sober two years, nine months,

and four days this time, and that's how it's staying.

[ Applause ]

-You should be proud of yourself.

-How well do you know Marvin, sir?

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

Marvin lost his way for a while, turned to alcohol,

but he got himself straightened out.

That is Rakesha Lorde.

They met at AA.

She's his sponsor and friend.

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

-Commissioner.

-Marvin.

This is DI Parker, DS Thomas.

-It's been a few years,

but I can't say I'm surprised to see you.

-Is this about Jennifer Langan?

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

-Why don't we all sit down?

-It was only yesterday Jennifer was sat right there,

where you are.

-For her podcast, right?

She wanted to speak to you about your brother?

-Not that Marvin had much to say.

-You didn't want to talk about it?

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

but I was only 9 when Linus disappeared.

It was so long ago.

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

looking into your brother's case?

-Of course not.

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

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

It's registered to you.

-What? -And it only has one set

of fingerprints on it -- yours.

-No, that can't be. That can't be mine.

Mine is right here inside.

-He didn't do this.

You know that, right?

-We're just doing due process.

-Somebody must have taken it.

-There been any signs of a break-in?

-No.

-Who else knew you kept the gun here?

-No one. Only -- only me, and Kesha.

-You need to understand, it wasn't me or Marvin

who shot that woman.

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

That don't give either of us a motive.

-What were your movements last night, both of you?

-Played some cards after dinner.

-Yes! -Your luck changed.

-I went to bed around half 11:00.

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

-No. -Alright.

-I tidied up a bit, did the dishes.

I was still here come 12:00.

Do you know what time this happened?

-Just after midnight.

-Well, there you go then.

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

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

[ Beep ]

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

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

Please call me back.

-That the psychic dude?

-Doing a good job ignoring me.

-Of course.

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

-How?

-Mr. Sheridan,

can you hear me?

Yeah, that's right.

Darlene will kick your butt

if you don't pick up the phone and call her back.

-[ Laughs ]

-What? I said --

-We should do background checks

on both Marvin Peters and Rakesha Lorde,

see if there's something they're not telling us.

What's going on here?

Any news?

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

I heard back from Sharonda.

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

-Wait, who?

-Sharonda works at the hotel the victim was staying in.

Darlene thought she might know something.

-Ah, that makes more sense. Go on.

-Sharonda worked late the night of the murder.

As she was getting into her car, at about a quarter to midnight,

she said she saw a man approach Jennifer Langan.

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

-Hmm.

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

but she said he looked local, with scruffy clothes.

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

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

-Okay, good. Anything else?

-No.

-Actually, there is one more thing, sir.

-Your mum phoned and left a message.

-Oh? -Says, "Do not forget to take

the sprouts and parsnips out of the suitcase

before they go mouldy."

-Okay.

Good.

Thank you, Mother.

-So, Sophie, breakfast is included

and served there at the bar.

Lunch and dinner is available if you want it.

Anything you need to know about the island,

just come and ask me.

-Thanks, Catherine.

-I'll show you to your room.

-What the...?

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

♪ The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head ♪

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

♪ The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay ♪

-Who knew you had such a beautiful voice, Marlon?

-Sorry, Sarge, um, I didn't see you there.

Well, it's my little sister Jocelyn.

Say hi to DS Thomas.

-Hi. -Hey, Jocelyn.

-Hey.

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

-Okay.

-I promised to help her practise

for the carol service before bedtime.

She's got a solo.

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

um, I'll get back to it.

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

and it was scary.

I mean, big time scary.

So, I reckon if Jocelyn needs her big brother now,

then we've got it covered.

-Marlon.

You really do have a beautiful voice.

-Alright, alright. -It's true.

-Thank you, Naomi.

'Night, sir. 'Night, Sarge.

-'Night, Marlon.

So, what's going on over here?

-There's one thing I noticed.

Back when the swamp was searched in '77,

there was no imaging done.

They didn't have the technology.

-You want to do a sweep of the swamp?

-I did a course a couple of years ago with a team

over in Jamaica, and using their infrared kit,

we could finally confirm what happened to Linus Peters.

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

[ Line ringing ]

Marvin and Linus were identical twins.

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

-Yeah, must have.

Poor kid.

[ Thud ]

-Hello?

[ Door slams ]

What the...?

[ Door creaking ]

Linus.

-Marvin.

-[ Gasps ]

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

I'm joined now by Danny Sheridan,

who is a professional psychic

currently living right here on Saint Marie.

Good morning, Danny.

-Morning, Alicia.

-Now, you're here today to talk to us

about Jennifer Langan,

the crime writer who was found dead the day before yesterday.

-Yes.

A few months back, Jennifer announced

she was looking into the Linus Peters case,

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

-Help in what way?

-Around the same time, I found myself

receiving a spiritual energy from Linus.

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

-Because am I right in thinking the police never

fully solved that case?

-Yes, that's right.

And having now done some digging into the events of

1977, my instinct is that they made a real hash

of the whole investigation, which makes me wonder

if that's why Linus is trying to make contact,

because he's not at peace.

There's something he wants putting right.

-Ghosts don't exist, Mr. Sheridan.

-No, Mum, seriously, there is no sign of those sprouts.

No, no, nor the parsnips, nothing.

It's just clothes.

Are you sure you packed them?

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

Hold on, hold on.

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

Commissioner.

Everything all right?

-I will not tolerate some so-called psychic publicly

smearing the reputation of this police force.

-Yes, sir.

-From what Miss Curtis tells me, you were already aware

of this man's association with the victim.

-Um, yeah, we were, sir.

-It's like I said, Commissioner.

Mr. Sheridan was not taking my calls or returning my messages.

-That is not good enough.

Danny Sheridan's connection to the victim

makes him both a witness and suspect.

He has questions he needs to come and answer.

-Mr. Sheridan not in, I take it?

-His car's in the drive.

See?

-Uh-huh.

[ Buzzing ]

[ Ringing ]

-Mr. Sheridan.

Mr. Sheridan, if you are in there, will you please answer?

-It's the police.

It's very important we talk to you.

[ Chuckles ]

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

Let me see if I can put this right.

-Sounds like a good plan.

-Very well.

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

-Linus!

-Linus!

Linus!

-Linus! -Linus!

-Sarge, I've got something.

-[ Sobbing ]

-They think Linus isn't coming back.

-It's kind of looking that way.

-But you said you'd find him.

-I'm sorry.

[ Engine starts ]

-Oh, hi. Can I help?

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

-Nearly crashed a jeep into? Yeah.

-Uh, yeah.

Uh, what are you doing here?

-This suitcase isn't mine.

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

You put the wrong one in the boot.

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

Yeah.

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

I've got the other suitcase here.

-Yeah. -If you --

No, uh --

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

-Actually, that's how I found you.

Soon as I mentioned Brussels sprouts,

Catherine said straight away,

"This must be Neville Parker's doing."

-Oh, you know Catherine?

-I'm here on holiday, so I'm renting her guest room

for a few weeks.

-Oh. There you go.

-Thanks.

Finally I can put some clean clothes on.

I'm wearing the same ones that I arrived in.

-I was wondering what the smell was.

That's only a joke.

I didn't --

-[ Laughs ] -You smell great.

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

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

-Uh, Neville. -Yeah, I know.

-Oh, yeah.

Uh, well, nice to meet you.

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

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

-Yeah.

-Alright, well --

[ Clears throat ] Right, uh, any news?

-Yes.

So, this is the footage from the security camera

at the north end of the hotel car park the night

Jennifer Langan was murdered.

Timecode shows 14 minutes to midnight.

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

And it is not Marvin Peters.

-As you can see, he leaves moments after,

drives in the same direction.

-Miss Langan was shot just 15 minutes after this.

-Which makes him our prime suspect, right?

-We zoomed in and got a screen grab.

-And I remembered seeing his photo

while I was working through the Linus Peters case files.

His name is Rodell Weekes.

He was a person of interest briefly

when Linus first went missing.

-On what grounds?

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

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

Here. See?

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

-Well, it's been a few years,

but it's definitely the same guy.

-And just 15 minutes before Jennifer Langan was murdered,

this man was seen harassing her.

-Huh.

-♪ You and your smiling face ♪

♪ Doesn't mean a thing ♪

-I was just getting some wrapping done

while they're playing in the pool.

Excuse the mess.

-Your grandchildren? -Uh, no, they're my own.

I settled down late in life, but it works.

They keep me young.

So, how can I help you both?

-A woman called Jennifer Langan was murdered two days ago.

I assume you've seen the news.

-I...I did, yes.

Tragic.

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

Doesn't mean I killed her.

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

-The security camera footage clearly shows

that you became angry with her.

-It was nothing, really. It was --

Look, I heard what she was doing,

digging up the Linus Peters story,

and I wanted to know.

-Know what?

-Exactly what she was going to say about me,

what dirt she was going to fling.

When that boy went missing and I was questioned,

my whole life was turned upside down.

-In what way?

-Friends ignored me, shops refused to serve me,

everywhere I went, people whispering behind my back,

"That's him.

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

-But you were discounted from the investigation

almost immediately.

-Once people have made up their mind,

they seldom change it back.

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

I couldn't bear having my name

dragged through the mud all over again.

That's why I went and spoke with her.

But I swear, it wasn't me went down that swamp

and shot Jennifer Langan.

His alibi checks out.

His wife swears blind Rodell was with her at midnight.

-So the only suspect we can still definitively place

at the crime scene when Jennifer Langan was shot at

midnight, two nights ago -- -Is...

-Do you want to speak with me, Linus?

-It's me, Linus.

-...the ghost of a 9-year-old boy.

-So this was just left lying there

on the floor outside your bedroom?

So someone must have put it there.

-No, I lock up every night.

I would know if someone was creeping around.

-What about Rakesha?

You told us she has a set of keys.

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

She's as confused by this as I am.

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

-And these other notes, when did they appear?

-Every now and then over the years.

Christmas is the most common time it happens.

-What the...?

Just pretend I'm not here, sir.

-You all think I'm making this up.

-No. No, I don't.

But I do question the notion that they were left there

by some supernatural entity.

-Then how do you explain it?

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

of what's going on.

-How? -Well, with your permission,

we'll come to your home tonight.

Monitor the place while you're sleeping and see

if we can find out what's happening.

-I'm sorry.

Did you just say you want us

to spend the night in a haunted house?

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

but, in essence, yeah.

-That's such a bad idea.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Engine stops ]

-DS Thomas to DI Parker. Camera one is in position.

-Received. Camera one feed is now live.

-Heading round to the back of the house now.

Will let you know when camera two is live.

-Copy that.

Marlon, are you ready and in position?

-I'm here, sir, inside the house

With the ghost.

-And where's Marvin?

-He's, um...

He's gone to bed.

All the doors are locked and bolted.

-Okay. You can turn the lights off now.

-I have to do this in the dark?

-Conditions have to be exactly the same

as they were when Marvin received the notes previously.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

-Just saying it one more time,

in case you didn't hear, sir.

I'm really, really not happy right now.

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

There is no such thing as ghosts.

[ Screams ] -Inspector!

Open the door, I'm getting soaked.

-Thank God it's you, Naomi.

-Everything all right there, sir?

-Camera two is in position, sir.

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

-Copy that.

[ Clears throat ]

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

You can't hide away forever.

Well, looky here, if it isn't mister sneaky pants himself.

-What's your problem, woman?

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

and it's got to stop.

It's the police you're dealing with.

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

to me, sweetheart.

-I work for the local force in a civilian capacity.

-Right.

So you don't have any actual

legal power of jurisdiction, then.

-Not as such, no.

-Ha!

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

Am I right? This job.

It's a change you've had recently in your life.

-Don't you dare try and use your -- your special

mind powers on me, Mr. Sheridan.

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

You're no good at it.

You have a good night now.

-Mr. Sheridan!

Stop!

Mr. Sheridan!

-Sir! -Ah! What happened?

-I just didn't want you falling asleep

and missing all the action, sir.

-Thank you, DS Thomas. -[ Laughs ]

-So, I've got something of interest.

-Oh, yeah?

-Been going through Jennifer Langan's notes.

-Mm-hmm. -Turns out her interest

in the Linus Peters case came about because her father

was connected to it back in 1977.

-Really? -Yeah.

He worked as a consular here on Saint Marie,

and when Linus went missing, he helped out with the search.

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

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

The thing is Jennifer says she still carries it

with her to this day.

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

-No, it wasn't.

Huh. That is odd.

You know what, Naomi?

I think our alleged ghost is a no-show.

[ Christmas music plays ]

-[ Gasps ]

Things officially just got spooky.

Inspector?

Got a paranormal occurrence in here.

There's music playing from the other room.

-Someone must have turned the stereo on, Marlon.

Go and have a look.

-I knew you were going to say that.

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

It's just playing on its own.

-Keep looking round.

[ Music continues ]

[ Music stops ]

-Whoa, man! What the --

Someone there?

Marvin?

Did you do this?

-No, it was me, Linus.

-Sir.

I think Marvin's been possessed by the ghost.

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

but when Marlon called us into that room...

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

-When I saw Marvin behaving so differently, childlike,

I had a suspicion of what we were dealing with.

-Dissociative identity disorder.

-What they used to call multiple personality disorder.

I spoke briefly with the consultant,

and she said these things usually have their roots

in a traumatic childhood event.

-When Marvin lost his brother. -Mm-hmm.

Put simply, his personality split into two.

While Marvin was left heartbroken,

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

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

-And he's been unaware this has been happening ever since.

-Who knows what triggers these dissociative episodes,

but from Marvin's point of view, it's possible

he had no idea what was going on,

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

-And the written notes?

-According to Dr. Vincent, it's not uncommon

for alters to write notes and leave them for their hosts.

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

we heard on the recording when Jennifer Langan was shot.

-Mm-hmm.

We asked him, we asked Linus,

if it was him who fired the gun and killed the victim.

-It was you who shot Miss Langan?

-Is that really you?

-It's me, Linus.

-But why?

Why would Marvin, as his 9-year-old alter,

why would he want to kill Jennifer Langan?

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

Marvin here for observation, and if they have a chance

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

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

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

-Not good, sir.

He fled off in that flashy car of his.

I'd been sat outside his villa all night and day

waiting for him to return.

And before you say anything, Commissioner,

it really was not my fault.

That man is a total and complete --

-Numpty?

-Exactly that.

-Does sound like a numpty.

-Commissioner, Inspector,

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

They've located the remains

of what appears to be a young child.

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

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

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

So, so, so,

after everything, we have nearly all our answers.

-We know what happened to Linus Peters

on Christmas Eve in 1977.

-And we know who shot Jennifer Langan.

-Then why does it feel so disappointing?

[ Organ playing in distance ]

-It's the carol service.

-Oh, man.

I really can't miss my sister singing.

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

We've only got the paperwork left to do on this,

and that can certainly wait 'til tomorrow morning.

Come on.

[ Organ playing ]

-Good evening, everyone,

and welcome to the special Christmas carol service.

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

the children of Honoré Primary School

are going to sing for us.

-There she is.

-I reckon I'm more nervous than she is.

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

♪♪

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

♪ The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head ♪

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

♪ The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay ♪

-She crushed it, right? -She totally crushed it.

-You crushed it!

-Shh!

-♪ The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes ♪

♪ The little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes ♪

-I meant to tell you I invited Sophie tonight.

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

-Why would we want to do that?

-Because she's single, Neville.

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

-Why not?

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

-Oh, you made a terrible first impression.

But don't worry, I put in a good word for you.

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

♪ The little Lord Jesus ♪

-They think Linus isn't coming back.

-It's kind of looking that way.

-But you said you'd find him.

-I'm sorry.

-Excuse me.

Everything okay, sir?

-You know, this job we do, we're thrust into the most

devastating moments of people's lives,

and no amount of training can ever prepare us

for what that's really like.

The night Linus went missing,

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

A promise I could never keep.

-We've all been there, sir.

Just got to chalk it up to experience,

try and learn from our mistakes.

-Exactly what I told myself,

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

Except here I am, all these years later,

and it still casts a shadow.

[ Knock on door ]

-Yes?

-May I come in?

[ Door closes ]

Marvin, I'm very sorry for everything

you're going through right now.

You don't deserve any of it.

-It's not your fault.

You did everything you ever could for me.

I just need to know you understand.

-Understand?

-That I didn't mean to shoot that woman.

I swear to you, Selwyn, I didn't mean to do it.

-I know. I know.

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

It's okay.

-What have I done?

-Good morning.

It's Christmas Eve, and I am down here at the mangrove swamp

where Jennifer Langan was murdered only a few days ago.

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

who claims he has some revelatory news to share.

-[ Scoffs ]

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

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

You hear me?

-[ Line ringing ] -It is on.

Marlon?

Get yourself out of bed.

We've got business to attend to.

-Yeah, Mum. Yeah, I got all the presents,

but I'm gonna wait 'til tomorrow to open them.

And I'm pleased to report all the vegetables

arrived present and correct.

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

Oh, Mum, I'll call you back.

Okay, bye.

Commissioner?

-I spent the night at the hospital,

talking with Marvin.

And also, at one point, his alter.

-You spoke with Linus?

-He told me why he shot Jennifer Langan.

-And?

-Because Rakesha Lorde told him to.

-[ Chuckles ]

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

You know what I did, right?

He told you?

-Why?

Why did you get Marvin to shoot Jennifer Langan?

-Well, after her first interview with Marvin,

I could tell she was up to something.

Had an agenda, yeah?

So I confronted her.

I said I wouldn't let her speak to Marvin again

unless she told me what game she was playing.

Jennifer, I mean it.

I'm not letting you go anywhere near him again

unless you tell me what's going on here.

She swore me to secrecy, said I couldn't tell anybody.

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

-But she had evidence to prov...

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

-What? -She said that to you?

-She told me she believed Linus was still alive.

Said she was sure of it.

And I know I should have been happy for Marvin

after all these years,

but I just felt sick when I heard her say that.

-Why?

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

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

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

there'd be no room for me anymore.

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

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

one day after next after next.

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

to go and shoot Jennifer Langan.

[ Sobs ]

[ Handcuffs click ]

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

You do not have to say anything,

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

-Sir, I don't understand.

Why would Jennifer Langan say Linus is still alive?

-[ Cellphone buzzes ] -Excuse me.

Hey, Darlene.

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

She was supposed to interview Danny Sheridan this morning,

but he's not turned up.

-Go on. -You need to hear what

Miss McKoy has to say.

I'm putting you on speaker phone.

-Hi, Alicia.

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

'cause I am telling you this is pretty darn spicy.

-Go on.

-Mr. Sheridan called me last night.

Told me he'd been having more visions about Linus Peters,

and he said he believed Linus is still alive.

That's what he was going to announce

live on air this morning, but then he never showed up.

-That's why Jennifer Langan told Rakesha Linus

was still alive.

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

-Because Danny Sheridan told her.

Sir!

-Sir, it's already open.

Police!

Anybody there?

-Oh, no!

I've got a pulse.

-This is DI Parker. We need an ambulance.

Ow! Get off!

-[ Chuckles ]

Did that sting, honey? [ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

-Okay, so, Danny Sheridan

couldn't be more reluctant to talk.

Won't say who attacked him or why.

-I think I might have an idea why.

This whole file is full of research

Mr. Sheridan was conducting into Linus Peters.

-Research?

-It's one thing these so-called psychics do,

dig up a load of background on someone then pretend

they intuited it with their extra-sensory psychic powers.

-So he's a fake, you mean?

-Absolute charlatan.

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

It was probably just some burglar.

-Mr. Sheridan, what do you know?

-I don't understand what you mean.

-Alicia McCoy told us you believe Linus Peters

is still alive.

And now someone has broken into your house

looking for that file.

-So I ask you again.

What do you know?

-I became aware of the Linus Peters case

about five years ago.

I thought I could generate some work from it.

So I got in contact with Marvin Peters,

offered him my services, but it came to nothing.

-He wasn't interested?

-Some friend of his, a woman.

-Rakesha Lorde. -Yeah, that was her.

She wouldn't let me anywhere near him.

Said Marvin needed protecting.

Raking over the past wasn't healthy for him.

So I let it be. Forgot all about it.

Then I was in Trinidad six months back.

Had a show there that evening.

And I was just grabbing some lunch.

That's when I saw him.

Marvin Peters' twin.

-But you decided not to notify the authorities at that point.

-No. -Instead, you decided to try

and convince everyone that you'd found Linus Peters

using only your psychic abilities.

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

And it would have been such a coup.

-You know how he ended up there?

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

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

Tremaine Dyer.

Where he lived, where he grew up.

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

He was very ill.

Bed-bound. Dying.

I told him I knew that the boy he had raised

as his own wasn't his.

I said if he told me the truth,

I'd wait 'til he passed on to reveal what he'd done.

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

-And he told you?

-Winston Dyer was a fisherman, a trawlerman.

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

He was just heading home for the night when he came across

a small boy, unconscious, floating in the water.

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

-What was Linus doing in the sea?

-Winston never knew, but he and his wife couldn't have kids,

so when Linus woke, with no memory of who he was

or where he'd come from,

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

-Which is why you reached out to Jennifer Langan.

-Because to make the biggest splash you could,

you needed someone who could get you proper publicity.

-And Jen was all up for it, the true crime psychic

who solves the 45-year-old missing persons case.

Huh!

Would have made some podcast.

-And what about the break-in?

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

-What exactly is missing?

-All the evidence I had

proving Linus Peters is still alive.

-Officer Pryce.

We need you to travel to Trinidad

to locate a man called Tremaine Dyer.

-Okay. Thanks.

Sir?

That was the lab.

The human remains pulled from the swamp.

Initial results are dating them from about a century ago.

A young girl.

-Right.

-I guess we should have considered it a possibility.

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

-Yeah.

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

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

-No.

-Uh, everything all right, Inspector?

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

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

-Yes, sir. And look, here he is.

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

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

-Read the inscription.

-"Keep your head up and your heart strong."

-That's it, isn't it?

I mean, that is it.

Keep your heart strong.

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

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

-It's odd that the killer would leave

such an incriminating piece of evidence here.

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

-What was Linus doing in the sea?

-We've had it all wrong.

This whole time, we've had it all wrong.

Marvin Peters may have shot

Jennifer Langan, but he did not murder her.

-The killer is still out there?

-Yes.

Yes.

You can burn those papers if you like, Rodell,

but it won't make any difference.

We already know what they say.

-Or you could finally do the right thing

and help correct the biggest mistake you made in your life.

-They deserve better than me.

-And the hip flask? You have it?

-Inside. I'll show you where.

-This case started with us being led to believe

that Jennifer Langan was shot dead by a ghost.

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

I do know that some of you here today

have been genuinely haunted by the events of

Christmas Eve 1977.

So, I hope that now, finally, we can lay those ghosts to rest.

-At two minutes past midnight, one week ago tonight,

Marvin Peters believed he shot our victim

straight through the heart.

[ Gunshot ]

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

-But what Marvin, indeed,

Jennifer Langan herself, didn't know, was that

Rodell Weekes was present at the shooting, as well,

having followed Miss Langan there

after he'd confronted her

at her hotel, only a quarter of an hour

previously, hidden out of sight...

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

-He witnessed... -[ Groans ]

-...Miss Langan rise unharmed by the bullet.

-How?

Because Miss Langan was carrying a metallic hip flask

in her chest pocket.

-I didn't kill her?

-No, you did not kill her.

-This hip flask saved her life.

But then someone else came along and took it away from her.

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

-Ah!

-Just stay where you are.

-...Rodell picked up the gun Marvin dropped.

The first shot was pretty much point-blank range,

so all you needed to do was aim the gun in the exact same spot

the first bullet was fired.

[ Gunshot ]

-In order to complete the illusion,

you replaced the gun where Marvin had left it,

removed the hip flask, and then left the scene.

And to give it a final flourish

and provide yourself with an alibi,

I assume your wife was asleep when you arrived home,

so you reset the time on her bedside clock

to just gone midnight,

the same time that Marvin shot Jennifer Langan.

Then you re-entered the bedroom,

making enough noise for your wife to wake up.

You must have readjusted the clock to the correct time

after she drifted off back to sleep.

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

why you would choose to kill Jennifer Langan,

you already answered that question for us

when we first interviewed you.

-I wanted to know. -Know what?

-Exactly what she was going to say about me.

-You were worried about what the podcast would reveal,

that you killed Linus Peters on Christmas Eve 1977

because that's what you believed.

Wasn't it, Mr. Weekes?

-That Christmas Eve, when we were clocking off,

your father, he let me go.

Fired me. I was angry.

I got myself worked into a state.

That night, I got into my truck, and I decided to go

and let him know what I really felt.

I took that turn out on the coastal road

near your house, and I-I just didn't see him.

-Linus.

-We think he wandered out,

as we'd always thought, looking for Santa.

But he didn't go into the swamp.

He headed down through the woods, down to the road,

and was hit by Rodell's truck.

-His body, it had tumbled down on the beach,

lying there, all peaceful.

Eyes closed.

Not moving.

And I -- I panicked.

I wanted it all to disappear, so...

-What did you do?

-I moved him down to the sea.

Let the waves wash him away.

When I got back to my truck,

I saw his sandal left on the roadside,

and I picked it up and took it with me.

So no one would ever know he was there.

-When you found out the police suspected

that Linus went missing in the swamp,

you planted the sandal,

knowing it would misdirect us to look elsewhere.

-So when you heard that Danny Sheridan

had more revelations to make on TV that morning,

that must have sent a shiver down your spine.

That's why you broke into his home

and searched for his files, to find out what he knew.

-And inside that folder you found

not evidence of Linus' death, as you anticipated,

but evidence that Linus Peters was still alive.

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

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

-That Christmas Eve night in 1977,

Linus was picked up by a fishing boat and taken to Trinidad,

where he was raised by another family as their own.

These pages of notes, names, addresses,

they prove that your brother is still alive, Marvin.

-He lives under the name of Tremaine Dyer.

We have an officer right now bringing him

to Saint Marie to meet you.

-Thank you for finding my brother, Selwyn.

You said you would. You promised.

And you found him.

You found Linus.

Thank you.

-Marvin?

Marvin.

-Thank you, Inspector.

-Marvin!

-Well, I guess that's us all

done and dusted for Christmas, then.

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

to make my flight back to Saint Barnabas.

-I can get you there in 10.

-I'll grab my things.

-Gentlemen, before we break for the holidays,

I wondered if we could have a quick chat about this job.

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

The last few days, being ignored and given the run-around --

I know Danny Sheridan was only doing it

because I'm not a qualified officer.

-What are you saying, Darlene?

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

where I'm less like a spare part.

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

-Oh, I'm not leaving.

No.

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

That's if you'll have me.

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

-Very glad to hear it, Miss Curtis.

-[ Laughs ]

In the meantime, I'd like to wish you both

a very merry Christmas.

-Thanks, Darlene.

-Happy holidays, sir, Commissioner.

-Happy Christmas, Naomi.

And a very merry Christmas to you too, sir.

-And to you, Inspector.

-Enjoy your sprouts, sir! -Enjoy your sprouts, sir!

-Yeah, Catherine managed to talk her chef

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

Yeah.

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

I'll see you in a few days.

Yeah, you too. Bye-bye.

Wow! -Here you are, Neville.

Here is your English Christmas lunch.

-Catherine, that looks amazing.

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

[ Splash ]

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

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

Uh...[ clears throat ]

Uh, Sophie.

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

Maybe you could help me out with it.

Be my way of paying you back?

-I thought you'd never ask.

-Don't forget your cracker.

-Ooh.

Thanks.

-So, uh, all the trimmings?

-All the trimmings.

Never had lobster before.

Not sure it's really my cup of tea.

-No, me neither.

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

-[ Laughs ]

Merry Christmas, Neville.

-Merry Christmas, Sophie.

[ Glasses clink ]

-So, go on, tell me.

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

working in the Caribbean?

-Well, I...

I would never have come out here at all if it was up to me,

but now that I'm here,

I wouldn't change it for the world.

-I mean, it's paradise, isn't it?

-Yeah.

It really is.

Oh.

One, two, three, pull!

Oh! Oh!

-[ Laughs ]

-There's your hat.

Go on then, pass us the gravy.

♪ You're wondering now what to do ♪

♪ Now you know this is the end ♪

♪ You're wondering how ♪

♪ You should pay for the way you did behave ♪

♪ The curtain has fallen ♪

♪ Now you're on your own ♪

♪ You won't return again ♪

♪ Forever you must pay ♪

[ Laughs ]

♪ You're wonder-- ♪

-And from all of us here at

Saint Marie Broadcasting Corporation,

we wish you a very Merry Christmas

and a Happy New Year.

Good night.