All language subtitles for Death in Paradise - S11E09+E10 - Special 01 (EN-2)

Santa?

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. Let's 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 know, 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 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?

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,
'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 car's 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.

Linus.

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.

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 know
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 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
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 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 know, 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 know 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 know, 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. Inspector.

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 know 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 know 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 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 DI 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 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.

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.

Yes.

You can burn those papers
if you like, Rodell.

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.

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...

...50 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.

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.