11x22 - Christmas Special 2022

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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 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 d*ed 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.

You're wondering how

You will pay for the way

you misbehaved

The first time I swallowed

Now you're on your own

I won't return

Forever you will wait

You're wondering now ♪

Good morning. Merry Christmas.

Now you know this is the end

You're wondering how

You will pay

for the way you misbehaved. ♪

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

thoseitems 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 m*rder.

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 sh*t

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 sh*t here.

Single b*llet to the heart.

Paramedics reckon she's been

here since late last night.

And the g*n?


It's a revolver.

.35 calibre. It looks old, rusty.

Well, let's get it to the lab,

confirm it's the m*rder w*apon.

It's odd that the k*ller 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 k*lled 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 m*rder.

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 g*nsh*t 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 g*ns

and sh**t people.

Naomi's right.

We need to be logical about this.

Jennifer Langan was not m*rder*d by

the ghost of a nine—year—old boy.

We can't let that trip us up.

“Sh!

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 m*rder

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 m*rder 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.

Come into my life

Come into my life

Come into my life, oh, baby

Come in today, come in to stay

Come on in

Come into my life, oh, baby. ♪

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 d*ed due to a wound

to the thoracic aorta.

g*nsh*t 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

g*n 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 g*n 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 g*n here?


No—one. Only me and Kesha.

You need to understand, it wasn't me

or Marvin who sh*t 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 m*rder. 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?


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.

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 m*rder 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 m*rder*d.

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 sh*t 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 m*rder*d,

this man was seen harassing her.

Huh.

You and your smiling face

Doesn't mean a thing to me ♪

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 m*rder*d 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 k*lled 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 sh*t 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 sh*t

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 ait's a change

you've had recently in your life.

Don't you dare try and use

youryour 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 sh*t.

Mm-hmm. We asked him. We asked Linus

if it was him who fired the g*n

and k*lled the victim.

It was you who sh*t 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 k*ll

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 anumpty.

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 sh*t

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.

Away in a manger,

no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus

laid 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!

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.

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.

The stars in the sky

looked down where he lay ♪

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.

Justgot 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 sh**t 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 m*rder*d 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 sh*t

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 sh**t

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 sh**t Jennifer Langan.

Rakesha Lorde, I'm arresting you

for conspiracy to m*rder.

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 att*cked 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.

g*nsh*t residue suggests

it was fired at point—blank range.

It's odd that the k*ller 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 sh*t

Jennifer Langan,

but he did not m*rder her.

The k*ller'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 sh*t 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 sh*t our victim

straight through the heart.

And dropping the g*n,

he turned and fled the scene.

But what Marvin - indeed,

Jennifer Langan herself -

didn't know was that Rodell Weekes

was present at the sh**ting 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 b*llet.

How?


Because Miss Langan was carrying

a metallic hip flask

in her chest pocket.

I didn't k*ll her?


No, you did not k*ll 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 g*n

Marvin dropped.

The first sh*t was pretty much

point—blank range,

so all you needed to do

was aim the g*n

in the exact same spot

the first b*llet was fired.

In order to complete the illusion,

you replaced the g*n 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

sh*t 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 k*ll

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 k*lled Linus Peters

on Christmas Eve, 1977.

Because that's what you believed,

wasn't it, Mr Weekes?


That Christmas Eve, when we were

clocking off, your father

he let me go.

Fired me. I was angry.

I got myself worked into a state.

That night I got into my truck

and I decided to go and let him know

what I really felt.

I

took that turn out on the

coastal road near your house,

and I just didn't see him.

Linus.

We think he wandered out,

as we'd always thought,

looking for Santa,

but he didn't go into the swamp.

He headed down through the woods,

down to the road and was hit

by Rodell's truck.

His body, it had tumbled

down on the beach,

lying there

all peaceful.

Eyes closed.

Not moving.

I panicked.

I wanted it all to disappear, so

What did you do?


I moved him down to the sea.

Let the waves wash him away.

When I got back to my truck,

I saw his sandal left

on the roadside

and I picked it up

and took it with me

so no-one would ever know

he was there.

When you found out the police

suspected that Linus went missing

in the swamp, you planted the sandal

knowing it would misdirect us

to look elsewhere.

So when you heard that Danny

Sheridan had more revelations

to make on TV that morning,

that must have sent a shiver

down your spine.

That's why you broke into his home

and searched his files, to find out

what he knew.

And inside that folder you found

not evidence of Linus's death,

as you anticipated,

but evidence that Linus Peters

was still alive.

Sorry, what?


What did she just say?


We think Linus, your twin brother

is still alive.

That Christmas Eve night, 1977,

Linus was picked up by a fishing

boat, taken to Trinidad, where he

was raised by another family

as their own.

These pages of notes —

names, addresses

they prove that your brother

is still alive, Marvin.

He lives under the name

of Tremayne Dyer.

We have an officer right now

bringing him to Saint Marie

to meet you.

Thank you for finding me

my brother, Selwyn.

You said you would. You promised.

And you found him.

You found Linus.

Thank you.

Marvin.

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 cr*cker.

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 inWythenshawe.

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.

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

Now you're on your own

Now you're on your own

You won't return again

Forever you must pay

Ha ha ha

You're wonder ♪