(INAUDIBLE)
It's time.
STEADMAN: It was a day like this
when the wonders of God's creation
were on display for all to see.
(ALL AGREEING)
A day just like this.
When Jesus healed!
ALL: Hallelujah!
-Made the blind see. -ALL: Hallelujah!
Made the deaf hear his words.
-ALL: Hallelujah! -The word of the law.
WOMAN: Praise the Lord.
Now, tell me. You all ready to hear the word?
-Amen! -ALL: Amen!
ALL: Amen. WOMAN: Amen.
♪♪ Joyful, joyful, we adore thee... ♪♪
(SINGING CONTINUES)
You hear that, Dashel? You hear that?
It's like they know that you're coming.
I'm on my way, Lord.
I am on my way.
Welcome, brother Marius.
Brother Marius,
are you here to receive the Lord into your heart and soul?
Amen.
MAN: Amen.
Lord, may you take brother Marius into your heart
and cure him of this illness.
Look upon him with the eyes of your mercy.
Take a sip.
Now,
do you feel his power, Marius?
Do you feel his power?
(CROWD CHEERING)
Hallelujah!
Ah! Amen.
A miracle!
Is anyone else out here seeking a better life?
Come on forward
and be healed. Come on, brother.
(APPLAUDING)
-What's your name, son? -William.
AMELIA: Come on. Come and be healed!
Wait, one moment.
-You made it. -Bless you,
Amelia.
Come, you've waited long enough.
You remember Fabienne?
My dear old friend.
Now, your sight has been failing you
but you never once lost your faith.
And he will reward you,
for it is written, he made the blind see.
Made the blind see!
ALL: Amen!
MAN: Hallelujah.
(INAUDIBLE)
Do you feel his power?
(GROANS)
(CROWD GASPING)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Aunt Fabienne!
No!
DASHEL: Someone call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
We may be a small island police force but...
Perfectly formed, sir.
But we should always strive to improve performance.
So, we will be introducing policing methods that are new to us
in order to enhance our results.
Would I be right in thinking that's got something to do with it?
SELWYN: That is Pico,
a star graduate from the Saint Helene police force dog unit.
We have him for one week.
Should he prove himself useful to us,
we will be applying for a dog of our own.
Any questions?
A tiny one, sir. Er...
Does it matter at all that none of us have any training whatsoever
in dog handling?
On the contrary, Inspector, having checked the files, I believe
Officer Hooper here has experience.
Well, I done half a module at police college.
Perfect.
Then I will bid you all good day.
(PHONE RINGING)
I'll get that.
JACK: Lively fella, isn't he?
Yes. (CHUCKLES)
-Not a dog lover, Dwayne? -No.
Sir, I think Pico can make a real contribution to the team.
Sniffing for evidence, chasing suspects.
Doing his business all over our crime scenes.
Sir, there has been a death over at Sandy Bay.
Well, it looks like Pico is gonna get his first taste of the action.
According to paramedics, the victim is a woman called Fabienne Jordan.
Fifty-six years of age.
She came with her nephew to visit the faith healer.
This fella here, I take it. Steadman King.
Reverend King was in the middle of healing her when she started convulsing.
-She died before the ambulance arrived. -Cause of death?
Paramedics think she suffered some sort of seizure.
Okay, Dwayne. Hit me.
-What have we got? -So,
the nephew said that Fabienne came here to have her eyesight restored.
She'd come up onto the stage and taken a sip of the holy water.
The pastor placed his hands on her
and then, boom. Down she went.
-And this hers? -DWAYNE: Yes, Chief.
But there's nothing much of interest inside it.
Her purse, house keys,
some tissues, old sweet wrappers, you know, that kind of thing.
Hmm. Poor woman.
She came here expecting a new lease of life,
-she ends up dead. -Mmm.
FLORENCE: What is it, sir?
Looks like burn marks on her lips.
And inside her mouth, too.
You mean the kind you get when you...
When you've ingested poison, yeah. Exactly like that.
And the convulsions started just after she drank from this?
Er, yes, Chief.
Well, there's nothing there.
But there's something in this cup.
Sharp.
It's not pleasant.
Someone wanted her dead?
(SIGHS) I'm afraid it's looking that way, Florence.
-Murdered? -That can't be right.
Well, there's strong evidence to suggest that Fabienne was poisoned.
-No. -Explain to me
what led you to this conclusion, Inspector.
Well, we need to have it confirmed by our lab
but an initial examination of the crime scene
would indicate that the poison may have been in the water
that you gave her to drink, Pastor.
-It can't be. -And you're sure about this?
It's still early days, but that's what we believe.
If it was in the water,
three others drank from the cup before Fabienne.
I suggest you get them checked by the paramedics.
I'm on it, sir.
That's quick thinking, Pastor. Thank you.
Can you talk me through what happened? Dashel?
It was you who brought your aunty here.
Yes. Aunt Fabienne was diagnosed with a benign brain tumour five years ago.
It caused her eyesight to deteriorate.
When she heard that the pastor was back on the island,
she jumped at the chance to visit him.
You've been away?
It's 35 years now since I left for the US.
And you've been doing the faith-healing malarkey over there ever since?
It's a big country. Takes a lot of healing.
And I'd prefer it if you didn't refer to my life's work as malarkey, Inspector.
A turn of phrase, Pastor.
Nothing...
Can I ask, why have you returned now?
Well, the Lord told me it was time to come and give something back.
-Mmm-hmm. -Well, that's reason enough, isn't it?
Fabienne was so happy she was gonna get to see you again.
You already knew each other?
We grew up in the same village.
-Oh. -STEADMAN: Same school.
We were childhood friends.
And today was the first time you had seen her in over 35 years?
Actually, Dashel brought Fabienne to see us
-the day before yesterday. -Mmm-hmm.
STEADMAN: I didn't recognize her at first
but when she said her name,
all the memories came flooding back.
Right.
And when she came here today,
who did she interact with or talk to?
Who else knew her?
No one. We'd only just arrived.
AMELIA: I took Fabienne straight up on stage to see Steadman.
You remember Fabienne.
My dear old friend.
(STAMMERS) And did you see anyone go near the cup during the service?
No one touched it but Steadman.
We would have seen. You must be wrong about the poison.
Mmm-hmm.
Is something wrong, Inspector?
No, no, no. It's just... Well, it's just a bit odd, isn't it?
I mean, the pastor here hasn't been back to the island in decades,
yet the very week he puts in an appearance,
his long-lost childhood friend ends up being murdered.
I do hope you're not suggesting I did it.
No, of course not.
But you can't deny,
the timing, it's a little coincidental.
I'm a faith healer, Inspector.
-You understand what that means? -Mmm.
God has blessed me with a gift to cure people's illnesses.
Huh.
STEADMAN: I give them their lives back.
I do not on any account take them away.
My apologies, Pastor.
But I have to ask the difficult questions.
Well, er, I'll leave you all be.
(SIGHS)
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Dwayne, JP, we can release the body.
And could you get the contents of that jug and cup to the lab?
Yes, Chief.
Oh, and could you search everyone who was at the healing ceremony
for any signs of the poison?
-Vial or a bottle, maybe? -JP: Yes, sir.
Time to give something back, eh?
Sir, paramedics have checked the three people
who drank from that cup before Fabienne
and none of them have ingested any poison.
Which means it must have been added directly before Fabienne sipped from it.
But wasn't the pastor the only one at that time to touch the cup?
(SIGHS) Well, that's what they're saying.
Then that means he is the only one that could have done it.
But how could it be him?
Surely, no one kills like that.
In front of all these people.
It's brazen beyond belief.
But if it wasn't,
how else did someone get the poison into the cup
-if they never went near it? -I don't know, Florence.
However you look at this, it doesn't make much sense, does it?
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
So, how did you get on searching new witnesses?
-Nothing. You? -Same.
Come on, let's make our way back to the station.
Er, sure, it's just...
-DWAYNE: Oh, for goodness' sake. -JP: Mmm.
Hey, dog.
As your superior officer, I command you to get up.
Stand up!
Part-timer.
So what do we do?
We? You're the one with the dog-training certificate.
He's all yours.
(SIGHS)
Okay. Let's do this.
(STRAINING)
(SIGHS)
Okay, gents, and lady, of course. Let's go through what we have so far.
Fabienne Jordan, 56.
Graduated teacher training when she was 22.
Taught at Jean Roi Primary School ever since.
Took sick leave three years ago when her eyesight started to deteriorate.
Now, Fabienne, we suspect, was poisoned when she took a sip
from a cup of water that this man gave to her.
According to all our witnesses, no one else went near the cup.
So in theory, Steadman is the only one who could have added the poison.
But do we really believe someone would commit murder so publicly?
Dwayne, what do we have so far on the very Reverend Steadman King?
He doesn't seem to be affiliated to any particular church.
He's worked as a faith healer,
touring his shows all over the US for the past 35 years.
Now, Steadman claims that there was no contact between him and Fabienne
since he left the island,
but we need to confirm that for ourselves.
So let's check with local and US immigration,
see if they could have crossed paths.
And we should get in touch with email and phone service providers,
see if there was any communication that way.
Now, only two people in that marquee
knew Fabienne and had contact with her just before she was killed.
Mmm-hmm. Steadman's wife,
-Amelia, and the victim's nephew. -Uh-huh.
Dashel Jordan.
So, if it wasn't the healer who killed her,
it has to be one of them.
But how did they manage to get poison into a cup of water
if they didn't go anywhere near?
Precisely, Florence. JP, the wife, Amelia King.
Oh, actually, sir, she's still Amelia Carris.
From what I can tell, her and Steadman never got married.
Oh.
So, born and raised in Mississippi.
Studied business management at college and worked at a whiskey distillery firm
-until she met Steadman. -Lucky her.
But as Amelia only met Fabienne for the first time two days ago,
it's unlikely she has a motive to want her dead.
Yeah. And finally,
Dashel Jordan. Age 30. Fabienne's nephew.
Married, one child aged two, owner of a restaurant called The Rum Cafe.
Lives with his family nearby.
Dashel is the only person to have known Fabienne in the present.
Well, let's see what we can find out about their relationship.
I know the chef who used to run The Rum Cafe before Dashel bought it off of her.
-I can see if she knows anything. -Go for it, Dwayne.
I'll hit her with it first thing in the morning, Chief.
Yeah.
Well, until we get the post-mortem and toxicology results,
very little we can do here.
Let's pick it up afresh again in the morning.
Okay.
DWAYNE: So you think there's something wrong with him?
Who, the Inspector?
No, your new friend.
-Rip Van Pico. -Oh, no, no, he's just, you know,
preserving his energy.
-Oh, really? -(CAR HONKS)
Oh, Darlene.
It's been a hot day.
And I was wondering if you fancy cooling off with me in the bar?
You know, Darlene, I can think of nothing I'd like more than that.
Then jump in, Officer Myers.
But I've only just agreed this minute to meet up with an old friend of mine.
Another time, maybe?
-I'll hold you to it. -I'll make sure you do.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
So, you fancy a beer at Catherine's?
But I just heard you say you're meeting up with...
Yes, I know what I said.
But what I said wasn't true.
I thought things were going well with you and Darlene.
It's tactics, JP. Gamesmanship.
And I'm playing a particularly sophisticated game here,
in case you hadn't noticed.
I hadn't.
Page one of the dating textbook.
If you want to keep a woman interested,
make her think that you are not, comprende?
-And that actually works? -Hasn't failed me yet.
So you and poochie coming for a drink or what?
How do I serve God?
And I have to tell you, friends, my heart hung heavy.
I had to pray on that.
And I walked in here and I realised,
there's no one way you serve God.
-Can I get an amen on that? -ALL: Amen.
-(PAUSES VIDEO) -Takes some bottle, doesn't it?
Standing up on stage, trying to convince a whole room full of people
that you can heal their ills.
You know, back in Ireland, we got faith healers by the dozen.
"Having the cure" we call it.
But over there, it's a community thing.
They don't by and large charge you for it.
So when I see someone like this making literally bucketloads of money from it,
brings out the sceptic in me.
You think he scams people?
Well, I don't think God's work,
if that's what this is,
requires a fee pay.
Then if he's a fake, maybe he could be the killer, too.
Maybe, Florence, maybe.
So, you're coming or staying?
No, no, you go on ahead. I won't be much longer.
(SIGHS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Right, Fabienne. Let's see who you really are.
Think of your waistline, Jack.
Mmm.
"Fabienne, Steadman and Wallace."
Mmm.
Morning, sir.
Ah, Florence, how are you?
I'm very well, sir.
And I bring good news.
Post-mortem and lab results were emailed through first thing.
And you were right. Cause of death was poisoning.
When they tested the water in the cup, they found...
Significant traces of nicotine syrup.
Nicotine poisoning?
I checked online and it's fairly easy to make.
You just boil down cigarette tobacco in water.
So in theory, any of our suspects could have the means to make it.
Mmm-hmm. What's all this?
Last night, I had a little shufty round Fabienne's house.
And I found these diaries. Late teens, early twenties.
Sounds like you've found something.
I have. And it's Steadman.
He's been lying to us.
He told us that he and Fabienne were just childhood friends.
-But it was more than that? -Yeah. Since the age of 18,
they were an item. The best part of two years.
Here, look at this.
June 25th, 1984.
FLORENCE: "Marrying Steadman will be a dream come true.
"I can't wait for us to start making the arrangements."
They were engaged?
Yeah, all set to be married.
Until he and his mate, this fella, Wallace Miller,
they left for a short trip to America together.
Steadman was going to study the Bible over there.
-And what happened? -Well, completely out of the blue,
Steadman sends her a letter
saying the relationship's over and he's not coming back. Just like that.
-Does he say why? -I can't find anything in the diaries.
But what I'd like to know is why did Steadman keep that from us?
Why did he lie?
I realise how this must look, Inspector,
but I'm very happy to explain.
What it looks like, Mr King,
is that you were lying to police officers investigating a murder.
I just didn't think it was relevant.
My relationship with Fabienne ended decades ago.
What possible link could that have to her being murdered now?
But surely you can see the only link is you.
And it's not for you to decide what is or isn't relevant.
-STEADMAN: I understand. -Everything all right, sweetheart?
Amelia, would you, er,
fetch that box I keep my personal stuff in?
Yeah.
You know, I was 20 when I arrived in the States.
I had a great ambition to serve the Lord.
And I knew I would never achieve what he wanted
if I returned to Saint Marie and settled down with Fabienne.
Thanks, honey.
These are letters Fabienne sent to me in America.
You'll see,
although she's upset,
she accepts the reasons I gave for breaking up our relationship.
There was nothing sinister
in how things ended between Fabienne and me.
Certainly nothing that would lead to my poisoning her all these years later.
-Ah, morning sir. Sarge. -Morning, JP.
And morning, Pico.
And how are you today?
Sir, I've just been to the school that Fabienne taught at.
I spoke to the headmistress.
She told me that Fabienne and Steadman were a couple back in the day.
We've just been speaking to Steadman about it.
Well, apparently, Fabienne never got over it.
She felt Steadman was the only man she could ever love.
In fact, she never met anyone else.
-It hurt that much? -Hmm.
Hmm. Where has Dwayne got to?
He's gone to visit the chef who used to own The Rum Cafe.
Ah, that's very proactive of him.
Going the extra mile. Good to hear.
My Creole spiced eggs.
It was always my favourite dish of yours, you know, Marjorie?
(CHUCKLES) So, we better get down to business.
Tell me about the guy who's running your old restaurant.
FLORENCE: So, I checked with local and US immigration,
seems Fabienne never even left the island.
-Never? -As for Steadman and Amelia King,
neither had set foot in Saint Marie since he left the island 35 years ago.
Hmm. What about phone or email records?
Nothing to link Fabienne to either the faith healer or his wife.
Right, so Steadman really didn't communicate with her
since that last letter?
Which gives him even less reason to want her dead.
Why would you murder someone with nicotine poison
you haven't clapped eyes on in 35 years?
Sir, I think I might have something for you.
So I've just been speaking to the solicitor that's been handling Fabienne's estate
and it turns out she changed her will just under a month ago.
In whose favour?
Her nephew's, Dashel Jordan.
See, Fabienne told the solicitor that Dashel had been looking after her
and she wanted to reward him,
but the solicitor advised caution.
See, Dashel had only been back in her life for a matter of months.
So the loving nephew didn't look after her for as long as he made out?
And what does he stand to inherit?
Well, what cash she has left. Assets, house.
In total, it's around $65,000.
And that's a fair few bob.
Question is how desperate was Dashel for the cash?
I'd say very.
I just spoke to my chef friend, Marjorie,
and apparently, ever since Dashel took over the restaurant,
business has been far from booming.
-Well, I never. -You better believe it.
She's still in touch with the staff there.
And they said that all the customers have as good as disappeared.
There's final demand bills landing all over the doormat.
Only last week, the bailiffs turned up.
So, Dashel needs a big injection of money.
Mmm-hmm. And now Fabienne's dead,
that's exactly what he's got.
-Put this one as well, all right? -Okay.
Inspector.
-Erm, how can I help? -Ah, just a quick chat, Dashel.
Of course. Let's... Let's go over here.
JACK: Fairly quiet, isn't it?
Just waiting on the lunchtime rush to start, you know?
JACK: At quarter to 2:00 in the afternoon?
Well, people round here generally like to have a late lunch.
Right! Interesting.
I never knew that.
Only, we've heard that things have been quiet for some time now.
FLORENCE: Pretty much ever since you took over two years ago.
-Is that true? -Well, when the previous owner left,
people stopped coming.
I think they thought with a different chef, it wouldn't be the same.
Mmm. So what are you going to do?
We'll manage. Somehow.
Well, we've just spoken with your aunt's solicitor
and apparently, she left everything to you.
But I'm guessing you probably know that.
Aunt Fabienne was very generous.
-I'm grateful to her. -Oh, I'd say you are, all right.
You're up that creek with a paddle shortage
and your aunt has just thrown you one hell of a lifeline.
You're not saying that I killed her?
But I wouldn't! I couldn't!
Well, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that,
I'd be able to take early retirement. Yeah.
Buy a couple of acres back in Cork, small cottage, some chickens.
Mmm, maybe even a goat or two.
Look, I tried everything to make this place work.
I came this close to losing it all.
And then you remembered good old Aunt Fabienne.
(SIGHS)
I admit it.
If I didn't need the money, I would never have made contact.
I'm not proud of that, Inspector, but I'm not a killer.
Ask anyone inside of that marquee,
I didn't go anywhere near the cup that poisoned my aunt.
Apart from Reverend King, no one did.
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
-Huh? -(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Is that Darlene?
Yes, she has a quite a way with words.
She wants to meet up later.
But you're not going to reply now?
Uh-uh. Chief.
As police dogs go, he'd make a great draught excluder, wouldn't he?
No, you're grand, JP.
Let sleeping dogs lie and all that.
Hmm.
I don't suppose you lads have managed to solve the entire case, by any chance?
Sorry, Chief. Not quite.
But we've had the financial checks back on Steadman and Amelia.
Ooh, I'm all ears.
They're doing very well for themselves.
Between them, they've got savings of up to $600,000.
-Ooh! -I told you, Florence.
It's not a charitable endeavour Steadman's running.
It's a lucrative business.
I also noticed that recently
they've moved their accounts from the US to banks based in Europe.
Really? And do we know why?
I called their accountant. He was reluctant to talk to me,
but, erm, I got chatting to his secretary, Tiffany, and, er,
she liked my accent, so I got her to open up.
And what did Tiffany have to say?
As far as she knew, the faith healer had left the States for good.
There was a scandal brewing
and he had to get out and start afresh in a different country.
Scandal? What kind of scandal?
I'm afraid Tiffany wouldn't give me any more than that.
She said she wasn't one to spread gossip.
So there's more to Steadman's return than divine calling.
Everything comes back to him, doesn't it?
Every time.
(GRUNTS)
If Steadman has killed Fabienne, then it must have something to do
with the last time they knew each other 35 years ago.
-Wallace Miller. -What about him?
Well, it looks like he grew up with them both.
Dwayne, JP, see if you can track Wallace down.
Now, we know he travelled to the US when Steadman moved there.
Beyond that, it's a bit of a blank.
-See what you can do. -Yes, sir.
The village Steadman and Fabienne grew up in.
-Where is it? -Erm, Saint Boulestre.
I think it's on the other side of the island.
Well, I think we should go there.
See if we can find any old friends of theirs,
neighbours, anyone who knows them.
"Let's go to Saint Boulestre," he said.
Huh. Let's interview the locals.
If we could only find some.
Sorry to startle you. DI Mooney, DS Cassell.
You'd be on the night shift, by any chance?
(SIGHS) And the day shift.
We wanted to ask the locals a few questions.
-But it looks like... -They're long gone.
Developers moved everyone.
No one here but me and a few goats.
You won't get much out of them.
(CHUCKLES) Do you have any other residents' contact details?
Got the number of the building company, if that helps.
Great!
Here we go.
Must get lonely around here.
You know, it's the most company I've had for ages.
You guys today, the preacher man yesterday.
-Preacher man? -Faith healer.
Came to see his family home before it's knocked down.
What did he do when he was in here?
Had a look around.
And how long did he stay?
-Half an hour. -Okay if we have a look?
Sure.
You think he was here just for old times' sake, sir?
Maybe.
Or maybe there's something he left here,
and he came back to collect it.
He's up to something. I'm sure of it.
Yeah. In the morning, when the court opens,
we request a warrant and we go search his villa.
Yeah.
Ay, ay, ay. Good to see you, Darlene!
Looking lovely, as usual.
Oh. So, what can I get you to drink, hmm?
I'm going to give you one chance to apologise.
And if you want this relationship to have any kind of future,
-I suggest you take it. -Apologise, Darlene? What for?
I know what you've been up to, Dwayne Myers.
Ignoring my texts.
Cancelling dates. You've been playing hard-to-get, haven't you?
I... Never. I wouldn't do that.
-Especially with you, Darlene. -I'll say it again.
Once chance. Say you're sorry
and I can just start enjoying the evening.
I, er... Well...
-Erm... You know... -(MOTORCYCLE HORN HONKING)
I, er...
-Right. -I, er...
That means your time's up.
What?
This is Gerald. My substitute date.
Night, Dwayne.
Who the hell is Gerald?
I made us dinner.
I had a feeling you were going to come back and work.
Well, fair play to you, Florence. What is it?
-Ta-dum! -Mooney's meatballs.
-Good on ya! -I found the recipe online.
-I hope they're okay. -I'm sure they'll be fantastic.
Tell you what, you grab the plates and the cutlery,
I'll see if there's a few beers lurking in that fridge.
So, you're working late a lot, sir.
Since Dwayne moved out, you seem to be spending all your evenings here.
You're not worried about me, I hope, Florence?
I'm just checking if you're all right.
-Is that allowed? -That's allowed.
(EXHALES)
Yeah, I guess you're right about me staying late a bit.
I'm just not accustomed to having the shack to myself.
So used to having a daughter around.
It's not that long ago I had a wife as well.
Ah, the shack is great.
It just, it doesn't really feel like home yet.
Then you need to make it your own.
Make it somewhere you want to go after a day's work.
And how would I do that?
What do you miss the most about your home back in London?
(EXHALES)
My record player. Yeah.
Sunday afternoons, I used to cook a big roast,
sink into an armchair, pull on the old headphones,
stick on the vinyl.
Yeah. Heaven.
There you go. That's your answer.
You know, I like your thinking, Florence.
A record player.
Hmm.
So, how are the meatballs?
Hmm.
Yeah, excellent. Delicious.
Nearly as good as mine.
(CHUCKLES)
FLORENCE: Okay, thanks for your help.
(GRUNTING)
I've been through these diaries and letters a dozen times now.
Not even a hint of why Steadman might kill Fabienne.
How are you getting on?
I've called round all of the old residents of Saint Boulestre.
-And? -Most people just remember
Fabienne and Steadman being happy and very much in love.
But there were a few who also remembered
the friend Steadman went to the US with.
Oh, yes. Wallace Miller.
They said there was a rift between Steadman and Wallace
when Steadman got engaged to Fabienne.
Apparently, Wallace didn't approve.
Really? Did they say why?
No one ever really knew.
Well, hopefully Dwayne'll manage to get ahold of this Wallace fella.
Steadman King. Returns to Saint Marie after a hiatus of 35 years.
And within a week of his return,
his old high school sweetheart is dead.
As he's the only person who touched the cup
that contained the poison that killed her,
-it has to be him that did it. -Yeah.
Well, the man's arrogant enough
to think that he can perform miracles.
But is he really arrogant enough to commit murder
in a room full of witnesses and get away with it?
And if he is, how do we prove it...
-(SCOFFS) -...when there is no sign of a motive?
(SIGHS) Why would he come back here to kill a woman he hasn't seen for 35 years?
What I wouldn't give for a bit of divine intervention
-right now. -(TELEPHONE RINGS)
DS Cassell.
Oh, that's great news.
Thank you, we're on our way.
The court. Our search warrant has been granted.
(INAUDIBLE)
-STEADMAN: What's going on? -They have a search warrant.
Tell me, what exactly do you expect to find here, Inspector?
Well, that's what we're gonna find out.
Okay, Pico. Saint Helene's finest.
Now is your chance to shine.
I guess we do this the old-fashioned way.
(SIGHS)
You think there's poison in my cosmetics?
Well, I wouldn't be doing my job properly
if I didn't at least consider it.
So, where would I find Steadman's toiletries?
In his bedroom.
You have separate bedrooms?
You know full well we have, Inspector.
You were in there less than a minute ago.
I'm a very light sleeper
and Steadman is a very heavy snorer.
A crime I've been accused of myself many's the time.
It used to drive my missus up the wall. Said it was like sleeping with a walrus.
Although, how'd she know that...
(JACK CHUCKLES)
Can I ask, what's with the wedding rings?
You know, with you two not actually being married?
We've been together years.
The bond between us is very strong.
But you're right, we're not husband and wife.
We're manager and client.
Jesus is your product.
And Steadman's your salesman.
Our customers are not the type who take too kindly to us not being wed.
-So... -A little white lie.
-To protect Steadman. -From what?
Exposure.
Some of our congregation may not take too kindly to his, erm, leanings.
He's gay.
Ah. Is that why he left the island all those years ago?
I think deep down in his subconscious,
he recognised that marrying Fabienne was not the right thing to do.
And would this have anything to do with a scandal
that I hear is brewing back in the States?
One of our regular congregation caught Steadman in a bar with a man.
He'd one drink too many.
Should never have even been there.
We tried to deal with it.
But money holds little sway over a devout believer.
She felt people had a right to know the truth.
-So what happens now? -We keep going.
There's a whole world out there needs our help.
-Oh, yeah? -We'll be heading to Europe
-when we're done here. -Hmm.
Hmm.
So, how does all this reckon with the big man upstairs?
The hypocrisy, the lies?
Oh, come on, Inspector.
There's no big man upstairs.
There's no upstairs.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
She's loyal, ruthlessly so.
Knows exactly where her bread is buttered.
So, what, you think she killed Fabienne to protect Steadman?
Maybe.
But even if she was the one who did it,
we still come back to the same problem.
Can't find a reason for Steadman to want Fabienne dead.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Hmm.
(JACK GASPS)
Think of your waistline, Jack.
Well, I never.
(CHUCKLES TRIUMPHANTLY)
Fabienne had the same make of sweet
in her handbag and at her house.
Which means it's either another coincidence
or she was here.
She never set foot inside the place.
Oh, fair enough. We'll just get it checked for prints.
Yeah. Tell me, Steadman,
how did the visit to your old house in Saint Boulestre go?
(GASPS)
I heard it was gonna be demolished.
Wanted one last look. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-You're a smoker, I see? -Yes.
A habit I can't seem to kick.
No, it's just the poison that killed Fabienne was nicotine.
And here you are with a packet of fags!
Well, they're freely available, Inspector.
Yet another one of those coincidences that we keep stumbling across.
Sir,
I found it in the bins out the back.
Steadman?
Nicotine poison.
I want a lawyer.
I couldn't agree more.
Because I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
So why you arrest him, Chief?
We've found some rather incriminating evidence, Dwayne.
-I'll check it for his prints, sir. -JACK: Hmm.
But while the physical evidence is damning,
we still have no idea what his motive is.
Dwayne, any joy getting hold of Wallace Miller?
Okay, so,
I tried all the usual routes in the US, you know.
IRS, benefit agencies, healthcare.
And he does not show up anywhere on their radar.
-Nothing at all? -Nope.
So I checked with the immigration
and the reason Wallace doesn't show up anywhere on the records in the US
is because he was never there.
Well, then, why did Steadman write letters claiming he was with him?
Then I checked to see what evidence there was
of him staying here on the island.
-And? -Nothing.
No sign of any financial activity,
rent payments or bank accounts.
As far as Saint Marie is concerned,
Wallace Miller hasn't existed for the past 35 years.
So, if Wallace never left the island for the US,
but he isn't here, either,
where is he?
Someone stops existing,
goes off the radar,
then it's either because they've done something very bad
and don't want to be found...
But Wallace never had a police record.
Exactly.
Or, it's because they're dead.
You think Wallace Miller is dead?
It's possible.
Well, as Steadman claims in his letters
that Wallace was there with him in America,
when we know for definite that he wasn't,
well then, that looks an awful lot like Steadman
was covering up Wallace's death.
But why would he do that?
He'd do it if he was somehow involved in causing it.
So where's the body?
Well, it's just a hunch, but I'd say somewhere
buried in the grounds of Steadman's old house in Saint Boulestre.
That's why Steadman was there a few days ago.
That's why he came back to Saint Marie.
And if he found out his old village was being redeveloped,
then he's know the body could be discovered.
So he went to the village to retrieve the body and move it.
And that's exactly what he would've done had it not been for the security guard.
Call the Commissioner. We need to go back to Saint Boulestre.
You are certain there's a body?
100%, sir.
Maybe 90.
Seventy-five. Until we find it, I can't be certain of anything.
But it's just that hunch, you know?
Okay, team. Let's see if we can find any sign of where the body might be buried.
Raised ground, loose concrete, anything.
Inspector,
tell me,
why would Steadman kill his friend?
Wallace Miller didn't approve of Steadman's relationship with Fabienne.
-Because? -Well...
I think because
he knew Fabienne's heart would be broken.
And Steadman's gay,
so perhaps Wallace threatened to expose his friend's secret.
So they argued and things got out of hand?
And next thing, Wallace is dead.
But why kill Fabienne all these years later?
(SIGHS) I don't know how, but I think she discovered the truth.
Somehow, she worked it out.
Now, we have evidence she went to his villa
and I think she went there to confront him about what he did to Wallace.
We'd need to fly in the radar equipment from Guadeloupe,
along with a team to operate it,
all because you are 75% certain
that a crime was maybe committed over 35 years ago,
because you have a hunch?
(SIGHS)
-Okay. -Please, sir.
If Wallace Miller is buried here, he deserves to be given...
-What? -I said yes.
(PICO BARKING)
He never barks!
Maybe he's found a bone.
Or bones.
SELWYN: Inspector,
bad news, I'm afraid.
The team at Guadeloupe can't get here until the weekend.
I don't think we'll be needing them, sir.
(CHUCKLING)
-I'll get a dig team up here ASAP. -Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah, see?
Ye of little faith, Dwayne!
Yes, boy. (LAUGHS)
(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)
If you miss her, tell her.
I don't think she wants to hear it, JP.
(SCOFFS) Dwayne, you like her, don't you?
-Hmm. -And I think she likes you, too.
But Darlene, she's a straight-up girl.
So you have to behave like a straight-up guy.
'Cause that's who you are.
They found a body, decades old.
4:32 this afternoon.
Damage to the skull indicates death was caused by a heavy blow
or blows to the head.
So we were right. We cracked it.
However, the pathologist carrying out the initial investigation
using the dental records of Wallace Miller
informed me that the remains found are not those of Wallace Miller.
Consult missing person files, see if there's a match.
As of 4:32 pm, we have a John Doe on our hands.
But it doesn't make any sense.
It has to be Wallace, er,
I mean, who else could it be?
I suggest we all go home.
Regroup tomorrow.
No, we need to check the body again.
It's a mistake. It has to be.
Inspector, there is no mistake.
Even if it was Wallace, it still wouldn't make any sense.
-Why not? -Because
if Fabienne confronted Steadman about killing Wallace,
why would she then want to be healed by a man she believed to be a murderer?
Go home, sleep,
start again with a clear head.
Yes, Commissioner.
I'll head off now.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
You should do the same.
JACK: It must have been added directly before Fabienne sipped from it.
Dashel brought Fabienne to see us the day before yesterday.
FLORENCE: "Marrying Steadman will be a dream come true."
SELWYN: The remains found are not those of Wallace Miller.
You're absolutely right!
Why would Fabienne allow herself to be healed
by a man she believed to be a murderer?
That's what you said, sir, and you were right.
Why would she go to a faith healer she knew was a killer?
Why? Sir, I could kiss you.
But I won't. Dwayne, JP, we need to find a pathologist.
She needs to recheck the dental records of the John Doe.
Inspector, I told you, the pathologist is certain
the body is not that of Wallace Miller.
And so am I! I know exactly who the John Doe is
and I know who murdered him.
(BLOWS)
(SIGHS) You know, a lot of what we do as detectives is based on faith.
Only, we call it something different. We call it instinct.
That thing that you can't quite explain, but you're sure is true.
Now, my instincts were telling me for a long time during this case
that Steadman here had to be our killer.
But would someone really commit murder
in front of a marquee full of witnesses?
Hmm, and as far as we could tell, Steadman had no motive to kill Fabienne.
So how could it be him?
In the end, it turned out it wasn't Steadman who poisoned Fabienne.
Was it you, Dashel?
You're the one who inherited Fabienne's estate.
And you sure could use the money.
Or was it you, Amelia?
You're clearly very protective of your business partner.
We now know it was neither of you.
Simple fact is that no one murdered Fabienne Jordan.
She took her own life.
When Fabienne entered this marquee three days ago,
she did so knowing she was going to die.
In her handbag, she was carrying a capsule of nicotine poison.
JACK: I imagine with the crowd's attention on Steadman,
no one noticed that she slipped the capsule into her mouth.
And as she was taken up onto the stage,
she let the capsule dissolve, release its contents.
Then, when Steadman gave her the water to sip,
she let the poison rinse from her mouth out into the cup.
And back again, before swallowing it.
So when we tested the water in the cup, we'd find traces of the nicotine
and assume the poison was put there by the killer.
And as no one else touched the cup,
we assumed that only Steadman could've put the poison there.
But why would she kill herself?
And why would she make it look like Steadman had done it?
Because she knew this man's deep dark secret, didn't she?
The man sitting here before me is not Steadman King.
These are the dental records
from a body that we discovered this afternoon
buried in the garden of Steadman's old house.
-Who is it? -Steadman King.
This man here, sitting before me,
is actually called Wallace Miller.
-Who? -I don't understand.
Wallace Miller was a school friend of both Fabienne and Steadman.
And when Steadman left for America all those years ago,
Fabienne was under the impression that Wallace went with him.
But that's not the case, is it?
Steadman never left the island.
How could he? When he was already dead?
So what happened all those years ago?
Well, we know that Fabienne was madly in love with the real Steadman King.
They'd just got engaged.
We also know that Wallace Miller didn't approve of the relationship.
So what was it, Wallace?
Were you jealous?
Were you in love with Steadman?
We were close.
He was handsome, funny.
Charismatic, confident.
And I fell for him
so completely.
The night before he was due to leave for America,
I told him how I felt.
How much I loved him.
And he told me in no uncertain terms
it couldn't work.
JACK: Leaving you hurt.
Humiliated, I imagine.
He was walking away.
Saying
it was better if we didn't see each other again.
And I, er...
I just snapped.
I pushed him and he fell down the stairs.
He just lay there.
I knew straight away he was dead.
I had killed him.
Steadman had already packed for his trip.
I saw the case.
His passport.
And you realised you could escape.
If you became,
if you actually became Steadman King.
You could leave the island and start a new life.
So you buried him in the yard.
And then you went and got on the plane in his place.
They say if you tell a lie often enough, you start to believe it.
Is that what happened to you, Wallace, over the years?
You forgot who you were.
You genuinely believed you were Steadman.
Until a few weeks ago when you found out your old village was to be demolished
and Steadman's body would be found,
forcing you to come back to Saint Marie with the sole purpose
of moving the body and reburying it.
JACK: The one problem was Fabienne,
when she recognised you as an imposter.
I have a feeling that you knew she was losing her sight, otherwise,
why take the risk of returning to your home island?
She wrote to me two years ago.
Told me about her illness.
Asked for my help at that time.
I ignored the letter.
But when I realised I'd have to return...
You knew her eyesight was failing
and it was unlikely that she'd recognise you.
But she, she worked it out, didn't she?
Fabienne's vision may well have been deteriorating
but she realised that the man in front of her was not Steadman
but Wallace Miller.
And once she knew that, well, I think she figured out what happened.
You killed the only man that she ever loved.
And she realised all that she'd lost.
Her future husband, children,
any chance of happiness,
you'd taken all that away from her.
So she came to see you, didn't she?
I assume that's why we found a sweet wrapper at your house.
JACK: And she confronted you.
WALLACE: She came straight out with it.
Accused me of killing Steadman.
But I denied it.
Told her no one would believe her.
They'd laugh in her face, this mad old woman
slandering a man of God.
I... I thought I'd succeeded.
Clearly, I was wrong.
And there and then, she decided that you must pay.
So, meticulously
she started to leave a trail of evidence
that would lead all the way back to you.
She must have smelt the cigarettes off you.
And that's what gave her the idea for the nicotine poison.
So, she bought tobacco and boiled it down.
We knew she was on medication for her illness.
So she emptied a capsule,
filling it with the now deadly nicotine syrup.
Then she put more of the poison in the bottle with your prints on it
and put it your bin.
The evidence she planted
would point to him, would point to you as the killer.
Punishment for murdering the man she loved.
The perfect plan.
Apart from the fact that the one thing that we couldn't find was a motive.
I mean, why kill a woman after decades?
But we trusted our instincts that our prime suspect was a guilty man.
And we were proven right.
Only it turns out, well, he was guilty of a different murder,
one committed 35 years ago.
And Fabienne took her own life to get justice.
The last piece of the jigsaw.
We know that your aunt Fabienne had a benign brain tumour.
What we didn't realise, until we checked her medical records,
was that this tumour had turned malignant.
It was now inoperable.
So killing herself was a way of... (INHALES SHARPLY)
Well, it was a way of hurrying up her imminent death.
Fabienne took her own life to avenge Steadman's murder.
Now, of course, she couldn't guarantee as a result of her actions
that Wallace Miller would be arrested
or that we would get to the bottom of it all.
But she took a risk that it would.
She had faith
that her actions would lead to justice being done.
And that faith, I'm glad to say, has paid off.
Wallace Miller,
I'm arresting you for the murder of Steadman King.
Oh, my God.
JP: Stand up.
Well, we did it. Two murders in one.
Well, we couldn't have done it without Pico.
Oh, yes, on that subject...
Sir?
So, the Commissioner had a quick word before we left.
Turns out he assumed the addition of a dog
would be classed as an increase in staff numbers,
which in turn would entitle the department
-to an increase in funding. -And it doesn't?
Seems the funding council don't class dogs as detectives.
Sorry, fella.
Ah.
It's not going to be the same without you, boy. (CHUCKLES)
Are you okay to finish up here, JP?
Yeah, sure. Everything okay?
No, but I hope it will be.
Oh.
(SIGHS)
Darlene, you need an apology.
I need to apologise.
Okay, look.
I was playing it cool, which was a big mistake.
So I'd like another chance to make it right
before things get too serious between you and Gerald.
Well, how about it?
The relationship between me and Gerald
is already very well-established.
-He's my brother. -What? You led me to believe that...
To teach you a lesson, Dwayne Myers.
You see, I don't do cool. I do grown-up.
So, apology accepted.
(CHUCKLES AND GASPS)
One more chance.
You step out of line, you're out on your backside.
Got it?
Got it.
Yeah, I found it in the "for sale" section
in the back of the Saint Marie Times.
It's a bit dusty. I think its best days are behind us.
The turntable turns and the speakers speak.
The fella selling it threw in a few records as well.
Mmm, yes, I can tell, sir.
There's some great ones here.
Your choice, JP. Bung one on there.
(SIGHS)
Well, you were right.
A home's not a home until you've made it your own.
-Thanks for the advice. -Any time, sir.
(SIGHS)
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)
Good call, JP.
I'd like to make a toast.
To the simple things in life, good music, good friends.
Hmm. Yes.
So, fancy a dance?
Not in the slightest, Florence.
We've got this lovely view, cold beers in our hands,
why spoil it all with unnecessary physical activity?
Whatever you say, sir.
(FLORENCE GIGGLES)
JACK: Who is this Baron fella?
WOMAN: He is the master of the dead during Fête Mouri.
JACK: Can we help you at all? MAN: It's my wife.
Something's happened to her.
JACK: Everything okay? You look haunted.
It's Darlene. She's got her niece staying with her for the whole week.
I imagine you might prefer something a little stronger.
Yes, I think I rather would. Do you mind?
You make it sound so sordid.
You're sure this is what you saw?
He's definitely a bit green around the hills.
DWAYNE: Isn't he supposed to be that colour?
Being he's a lizard?
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)