Episode 4 Death in Paradise

It's time.

It was a day like this...

when the wonders of God's creation were on display

for all to see.

A day just like this when Jesus healed!

-ALL: Hallelujah!

-Made the blind see!

-Hallelujah!

-Made the deaf hear his word!

-Hallelujah!

-The word of the Lord!

Praise the lord.

Now, tell me, you all ready to hear the word?

-Amen!

-ALL: Amen!

Amen.

# Joyful, joyful, we adore thee... #

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!

Lord, may you take brother Marius into your heart

and cure him of this illness.

Look upon him with the eyes of your mercy...

Do you feel his power, Marius?

Do you feel his power?!

Hallelujah!

If there's anyone else out here seeking a better life,

come on forward and be healed.

Come on, brother!

-What's your name, son?

-William.

-You made it.

-Bless you, Amelia.

Come. You've waited long enough.

You remember Fabienne ?

My dear old friend.

Your side 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!

Do you feel his power?

Do you feel his power?!

GASPS

Aunt Fabienne!

Someone call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!

-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?

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?

Tiny one, sir.

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 a good day.

PHONE RINGS

I'll get that.

Lively fella, isn't he?

-Not a dog lover, Dwayne?

-No.

Sir, I think Pico could make a real contribution to the team.

Sniffing for evidence, chasing suspects.

Doing his business all over our crime scenes.

Sir, there's been a death over at Sandy Bay.

Well, it looks like Pico's going to get his first taste of the action.

According to paramedics, the victim is a woman called Fabienne Jordan.

56 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.

OK, 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.

-This hers?

-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.

Poor woman.

She came here expecting a new lease of life, she ends up dead.

Hmm.

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?

Yes, Chief.

Well, there's nothing there.

But there's something in this cup.

Sharp. It's not pleasant.

Someone wanted her dead?

I'm afraid it's looking that way, Florence.

-Murdered?!

-That can't be right?

There's strong evidence to suggest that Fabienne was poisoned.

-No.

-Explain to me what led you to this conclusion, Inspector?

Well, we'd 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 auntie 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 more.

Can I ask, why have you returned now?

The Lord told me it was time to come and give something back.

Well, that's reason enough, isn't it?

Fabienne was so happy she was going to get to see you again.

You already knew each other?

We grew up in the same village, same school.

We were childhood friends.

And today was the first time you'd seen her in over 35 years?

Actually, Dashel brought Fabienne to see us the day before yesterday.

I didn't recognise her at first, but when she said her name...

..well, 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.

I took Fabienne straight up on stage to see Steadman.

-You remember Fabienne?

-My dear old friend.

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.

-Mm-hm.

Is something wrong, Inspector?

No, 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 am a faith healer, Inspector.

Do you understand what that means?

God has blessed me with the gift to cure people's illnesses.

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, I'll leave you all be.

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? A vial or a bottle maybe.

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've been added directly before Fabienne

sipped from it.

But wasn't the Pastor the only one in that time to touch the cup?

Well, that's what they're saying.

Then that means he's the only one that could've 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 much make sense, does it?

So how'd you get on searching your witnesses?

-Nothing. You?

-Same.

-Come on, let's make our way back to the station.

-Sure. It's just...

Oh, for goodness' sake.

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.

HE SIGHS

OK. Let's do this.

OK, 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 Roix 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 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've 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 e-mail 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.

Steadman's wife, Amelia, and the victim's nephew, Dashel Jordan.

So if it wasn't the healer who killed her, has to be one of them.

But how did they manage to get poison into a cup of water

they didn't go anywhere near?

Precisely, Florence.

JP, the wife, Amelia King.

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 whisky 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, aged 30, Fabienne's nephew,

married, one child, aged two.

Owner of a restaurant called The Rum Cafe, lives with his family nearby.

Dashel's 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 could see if she knows anything.

-Go for it, Dwayne.

-I'll head over there first thing

-in the morning, Chief.

-Yeah. Well, until we get the postmortem

and toxicology results, very little we can do here.

Let's pick it up afresh again in the morning.

So you think there's something wrong with him?

-Who? The Inspector?

-No. Your new friend.

Rip Van Pico.

Oh, no, no, no, he's just, you know, preserving his energy.

Oh, really!

CAR HORN HONKS

Ah, Darlene!

It's been a hot day and I was wondering

if you fancied cooling off with me in the bar?

You know, Darlene, I can think of nothing I'd like more.

Then jump in, Officer Myers.

But I've only just agreed this minute to meet up with

another friend of mine!

Another time maybe?

-I'll hold you to it.

-I'll make sure you do.

So, you fancy a beer at Catherine's?

But I just heard you say you're meeting up with a...

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.

-Comprendez?

-And that actually works?

Hasn't failed me yet.

So you and poochy 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 to serve God.

-Can I get an Amen on that?

-ALL:

-Amen!

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've 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

bucket-loads 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 paying.

Then if he's a fake, maybe he could be the killer too?

Maybe, Florence. Maybe.

So you're coming or staying?

Oh, no, you go on ahead. I won't be much longer.

DOOR SHUTS

Right, Fabienne, let's see who you really are.

Think of your waistline, Jack.

"Fabienne, Steadman and Wallace."

-Morning, sir.

-Ah, Florence. How are you?

-I'm very well, sir.

And I bring good news.

Postmortem and lab results were e-mailed 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.

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.

"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 their 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.

I'm very happy to explain.

What it looks, 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.

I understand.

Everything all right, sweetheart?

-Amelia, would you fetch that box I keep my personal stuff in?

-Yeah.

I was 20 when I arrived in the States.

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, hun.

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.

And certainly nothing that would lead to my poisoning her

all these years later.

Ah, morning, sir. Serg.

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.

-Mmm.

Where's Dwayne got to?

He's gone to visit the chef who used to own The Rum Cafe.

Ah, that's very pro-active of him.

Going the extra mile. Good to hear it.

Creole spiced eggs!

It was always my favourite dish of yours, you know, Marjorie?

So, we better get down to business.

Tell me about the guy who's running your old restaurant.

So I checked with local and US immigration,

-seems Fabienne never even left the island.

-Never?

As for Steadman and Amelia King, neither has set foot in Saint Marie

since he left the island 35 years ago.

What about phone or e-mail records?

Nothing to link Fabienne to either the faith healer or his wife.

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.

Fabienne told the solicitor that Dashel had been looking after her

and she wanted to reward him.

But the solicitor advised caution.

He says 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?

What cash she has left, assets, house.

In total, it's around 65,000.

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.

And now Fabienne's dead, that's exactly what he's got.

-Do this one as well, all right?

-OK.

Inspector, how can I help?

Ah, just a quick chat, Dashel.

Of course.

Let's go over here.

It's fairly quiet, isn't it?

Just waiting on the lunchtime rush to start, you know?

At quarter to two 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.

Pretty much ever since you took over two years ago.

Is that true?

When the previous owner left, people stopped coming.

I think they thought with a different chef,

-it wouldn't be the same.

-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 the paddle shortage

and your aunt has just thrown you one hell of a lifeline.

You're not saying that I killed her?

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.

Buy a couple of acres back in Cork, small cottage, some chickens.

Mmm. Maybe even a goat or two.

I tried everything to make this place work.

I came this close to losing it all.

And then you remembered, good old Aunt Fabienne!

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.

PHONE VIBRATES

Is that Darlene?

She has quite a way with words.

She wants to meet up later.

But you're not going to reply, no?

-Chief.

-Sarg.

As police dogs go, he'd make a good draft excluder, wouldn't he?

No, you're grand, JP.

Let sleeping dogs lie and all that.

I don't suppose you lads have managed to solve the entire case,

-by any chance?

-Sorry, Chief, not quite.

But we have 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 moved their accounts from the US to banks based in Europe.

-Really? And do we know why?

-I called their accountant,

but he was reluctant to talk to me.

But I got chatting to his secretary, Tiffany,

and 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 needed 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.

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?

-San Boullestre.

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 San Boullestre," he said.

"Let's interview the locals."

If we could only find some.

Sorry to startle you. DI Mooney, DS Cassell.

You been on the night shift by any chance?

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.

We won't get much out of them.

Do you have any of the 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?

-OK 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.

Aye, aye, aye.

Good to see you, Darlene.

Looking lovely as usual.

So what can I get you to drink?

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?

Never! I wouldn't do that.

Especially with you, Darlene.

I'll say it again.

One chance.

Say you're sorry and we can just start enjoying the evening.

I... Well...

-You know...

-HORN HONKS

Right.

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.

Oh, fair play to you, Florence. What is it?

Ta-daam!

Mooney's meatballs! Good on you.

I found the recipe online. I hope they're OK.

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?

It's allowed.

Yeah, I guess you're right about me staying late a bit.

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 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?

My record player.

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.

So...

..how're the meatballs?

Mmm. Excellent. Delicious.

Nearly as good as mine.

OK, thanks for your help.

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 San Boullestre.

-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 a hold 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, when there is no sign of a motive?

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.

PHONE RINGS

DS Cassell.

Oh, that's great news. Thank you. We're on our way.

The court, our search warrant has been granted.

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 going to find out.

OK, Pico.

Saint Helene's finest.

Now's your chance to shine.

I guess we do this the old-fashioned way.

You think there's poison in my cosmetics?

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.

Steadman is a very heavy snorer.

A crime I've been accused of myself manys a time.

Used to drive my missus up the wall.

Said it was like sleeping with a walrus.

Although, how she'd know that!

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'd 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...

leanings.

He's gay.

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.

Would this have anything to do with the scandal that

I hear's brewing back in the States?

One of our regular congregation caught Steadman in a bar,

with a man.

He'd had 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.

So how does this all reckon with the big man upstairs?

The hypocrisy, the lies.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

There's no big man upstairs.

There's no upstairs.

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. We can't find a reason for Steadman to want Fabienne dead.

Think of your waistline, Jack.

Well, I never!

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.

Ah, fair enough. We'll just get it checked for prints.

Tell me, Steadman,

how did the visit to your old house in San Boullestre go?

I heard it was going to be demolished.

Wanted one last look.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

-You're a smoker, I see?

-Yes, a habit I can't seem to kick.

It's just the poison that killed Fabienne was nicotine,

and here you are with a packet of fags.

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 found some rather incriminating evidence, Dwayne.

I'll check it for his prints, sir.

But while the physical evidence is damning,

we still have no idea what his motive is.

Dwayne, any joy getting hold of Wallace Miller?

OK, so, I tried all the usual routes in the US, you know,

IRS, Benefit Agencies,

health care, and he does not show up anywhere on their radar.

-Nothing at all?

-Nope.

So I checked with their 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?

If 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.

But 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, all right?

But I'd say somewhere buried in the grounds of Steadman's

old house in San Boullestre.

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'd 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 San Boullestre.

-You're certain there's a body?

-100%, sir.

Maybe 90.

75. Until we find it, I can't be certain of anything,

but it's just that hunch, you know?

OK, 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?

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?

-OK.

-Please, sir.

If Wallace Miller is buried here, he deserves to be given...

-What?

-I said yes.

PICO BARKS He never barks!

Maybe he's found a bone.

Or bones.

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.

I'll get a dig team up here ASAP.

Ah! See, ye of little faith, Dwayne!

Yes, boy!

If you miss her, tell her.

I don't think she wants to hear it, JP.

Dwayne, you like her, don't you?

-Mmm.

-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.

Cos 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 4:32pm, we have a John Doe on our hands.

But it doesn't make any sense.

It has to be Wallace!

I mean, who else could it be?

I suggest we all go home, re-group tomorrow.

No, we need to check the body again.

It's a mistake, it has to be.

Inspector, there's 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.

You should do the same.

It must've been added directly before Fabienne sipped from it.

Dashel brought Fabienne to see us the day before yesterday.

"Marrying Steadman will be a dream come true."

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 the pathologist,

she needs to re-check 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.

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?

Mmm, 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.

I imagine, with the crowd's attention on Steadman,

no-one noticed as 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 as 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 only Steadman could have 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.

Leaving you hurt.

Humiliated, I imagine.

He was walking away...

..saying it was better if we didn't see each other again.

And I..

..just snapped.

I pushed him and he fell down the stairs.

Just lay there.

I knew straightaway he was dead.

I'd killed him.

Steadman had already packed for his trip.

I saw the case.

-His passport.

-And you realised you could escape...

..if you became him, 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.

The one problem was Fabienne.

Would she recognise you as an impostor?

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 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 - 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 the sweet wrapper at your house?

And she confronted you.

She came straight out with it, accused me of killing Steadman.

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 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.

And she put more of the poison in a bottle with your prints on it.

Put it in 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 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.

Aunt 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...

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.

Stand up.

Well, we did it. Two murders in one.

-Well, we couldn't have done it without Pico.

-Ah, 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.

You OK to finish up here, JP?

Sure. Everything OK?

No, but I hope it will be.

Darlene, you need an apology.

I need to apologise.

OK, 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.

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

at the back of the Saint Marie Times.

It's a bit dusty, I think its best days are behind it.

But the turntable turns and the speakers speak,

and the fella selling it threw in a few records as well.

Hmm, yes, I can tell, sir. There's some great ones here.

Your choice, JP. Bung one on there.

Well, you were right.

A home's not a home until you've made it your own.

-So thanks for the advice.

-Any time, sir.

MUSIC: Come Down by Lord Tanamo

Good call, JP.

I'd like to make a toast, to the simple things in life -

-good music, good friends.

-Mmm. 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.

-Who is this Baron fellah?

-He's the master of the dead during

-Fete Mouri.

-Can we help you at all?

It's my wife, something's happened to her.

Everything OK? 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 gills.

Isn't he supposed to be that colour, being he's a lizard?