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'Thank you for joining us on this sunny afternoon

'at Saint Marie Stadium. We're excited

'for the Women's Youth CFL Cup Final'

between Saint Auguste and Saint Marie.

We are honoured to be hosting the match

here on our beautiful island.

Que la meilleure gagne!

Bet you don't get this on Day Of The Match.

It's Match Of The...

Oh, yeah, very funny. Very funny.

This is football - Caribbean style.

'Now put your hands together for our players - Saint Auguste,

'led by team captain Ines Mercedes.'

'And Saint Marie, led by striker Grace Devon.'

We deserve to have our names on that trophy,

so let's go out there and win it!

All right, show me some love.

Let's tear them apart. Ready? One, two, three...

Saint Marie!

Good luck.

Ines, Ines...

Do you see the scouts there?

Remember the game plan - play the ball long and keep your cool.

All right, have a good game.

- Dad, I need to talk to you. - Not now, Brigitte.

All right, ladies, let's keep our shape.

Saint Auguste!

Long ball, Ines!

Why's she ignoring the game plan?

Pass it over!

What the hell was that?!

Not looking too impressive now, are you, superstar?

Too far, Miss Mercedes, too far.

You're off!

What did you do?

You've been begging for this chance.

Well, here it is.

Well played.

Everybody, push up!

That is one fine-looking referee.

- Are you OK? - Mm-hm.

- Finally! - Keep it up, Saint Marie! Come on!

'And at half-time, the score is 1-0...'

Keep your position. Do not get dragged into their game.

Madelina, Seban, you play double pick-up...

The victim is Ines Mercedes,

captain and goalkeeper of the Saint Auguste women's football team.

Cause of death appears to be a single gunshot wound

to the inside of the right thigh.

Small entry, larger exit wound.

Can't believe we were just watching her out there,

- and now... - Wait, what's that?

Is that a bullet hole?

But no bullet. Yeah, but why would the shooter take it?

Sometimes a killer likes to take a souvenir.

And why would they want to do that, Inspector?

Commissioner.

Right, well, at this moment in time... we don't know.

So tell me, what do you know?

Ines Mercedes was red-carded about ten minutes into the game,

which means she was here in the changing room about 35 minutes.

We're checking if anyone was seen going in or out of here.

There's only one entrance, and the windows are too small

for the killer to have climbed in.

And they couldn't have shot her

through the window from outside, given the location of the bullet.

Maybe the killer was already in here,

or they could have followed her in.

Her mobile phone is still here, so it couldn't have been

- a burglary gone wrong. - And if I'm correct,

you were all sitting out there at the time.

Did any of you see or hear anything?

Unfortunately not.

The press are out there...

..wanting answers,

and it seems, right now, we have none.

We're working on it, sir.

I am leaving office in less than a week,

and I want this young woman's killer caught

and behind bars before then.

Well, you heard the Commissioner. Action stations.

As soon as Darlene's cordoned off the area,

get her to process the scene. We need to get out there

and talk to the players and the spectators.

There's only one way in and out of this place,

so the killer couldn't have gone completely undetected.

Somebody saw something.

Well, come on, then!

- Thanks. OK. - OK. Thank you. - Have a good day.

How are the interviews going?

Just finished talking with Mrs Valois.

Her shitzu's not well.

- What? - I know, right? Worms, apparently.

No, I meant, what are you doing?

How many statements have you taken?

Just the one.

The Inspector likes me to be super thorough.

Can you speed up?

He wants us to search the area for the gun,

in case the killer just dropped it somewhere.

All right.

This is ridiculous.

So far, we haven't found a single witness

who saw anyone exit or enter the changing room

- while Ines was alone in it. - Doesn't make much sense.

- Naomi? - Emmanuel.

Ah, I thought it was you.

I take it you two know each other?

Er... yeah. Um, old friends from back home.

- Emmanuel Warner. - DI Wilson.

Er, did you know the victim at all?

Not personally, but she was well known on the circuit.

- Such a talent, but... - And that beef with the striker,

that looked pretty heated from where I was sitting.

Grace Devon, the star player on the rival team.

But beyond that...

And the red card, was that normal behaviour for Ines?

I've never seen that type of behaviour before.

Well, people can act strange under pressure.

Er, yeah. I think we should, um...

speak to Grace Devon, see if she knows anything.

Yeah, let us know if, er, you think of anything.

Yes, sure, sure, sure. And it was good to see you.

You too.

Just friends, eh?

Things got pretty lively out there with you and Ines.

That's football.

- The game must mean a lot to you? - Yeah, it does...

..for all the girls. We trained hard for the match.

And I heard Saint Auguste are your biggest rivals.

So?

So maybe your rivalry with Ines runs a little deeper.

Not looking too good now, are you, superstar?

Did the two of you have any problems off the pitch?

Mm, she's a tough opponent, but that's it.

I barely knew her.

You going to get that?

Yeah.

Does she seem nervous to you?

Definitely.

This talented young woman is shot and killed

at a football match, virtually under our noses,

and no-one, including ourselves, saw or heard a thing.

We've no gun, no bullet, and nobody was seen coming in or out

of the changing room during the game. What do we know

about the victim so far?

Ines Mercedes, 18, born on Saint Auguste.

Coach Curtly Lewis spotted her playing street football

in her early teens and signed her up.

Referred to her in the press as his superstar.

Well, the coach's daughter, um...

Er, Brigitte Lewis.

Yeah, well, she's reserve gully, right?

- Wonder what she thought about this. - Ines' parents died young.

Since signing on with Curtly,

she's dedicated her life to her career.

She was going places, for sure.

I checked her socials, and there's a photo of Ines

and some shiny US university guy shaking hands.

The caption says, 'The start of something great',

smiley face emoji, prayer hands emoji, heart emoji...

OK, we get the idea.

Well, we need to find out what 'Start of something great'

actually means.

So, the time of Ines' death is somewhere between her red card

in the tenth minute, and when her body was found at half-time.

But we didn't hear a gunshot during that time.

Nor did anyone else.

Well, when did Saint Marie score their goal?

Are you with us, Officer Rose?

Sorry, boss, it's just...

..this nice lady I spoke to at the football, Mrs Valois -

she keeps sending me photos of her shitzu.

It's pretty cute though. You want to see it?

No!

Seb, honey, this is why we take their number.

I've realised that now.

So, er, Saint Marie scored in the 35th minute.

- What time was kick-off? Two o'clock. - Right.

Grace Devon scores her goal,

the drummers start up, the crowd go wild.

Well, that's the only time that a gunshot could have been drowned out, right?

So, 2:35pm is our possible time of death?

Or thereabouts.

But based on what I've seen, everyone respected Ines.

So who'd want her dead?

Maybe someone who was sending her death threats.

There are a couple of dozen messages on there,

all sent in the last few weeks.

"Play the final and die."

Well, there's nothing subtle about that.

"I'm always watching."

A real stalker, that.

- Can you trace the number? - It's probably unregistered.

I have contacted the network provider,

but, um, it's too late for them to get back to us now.

Right, well, it's been a long day. You all get off.

We'll crack on with fresh heads in the morning, yeah?

- Goodnight, team. - Night.

This referee - who is he?

He's sort of... my ex.

- We broke up when I moved here. - You never mentioned him.

Yeah, well, it's... no big deal.

So, um...

..how long were you with him?

Four years.

Well, that's a big deal, then.

So... you seeing him earlier...

It was... weird, I'm not going to lie.

But, I mean, it...

it's fine.

He's over it, I'm over it. It's OK.

- Really? - Really.

See you in the morning.

There you go, little man. Make sure you get your vitamin C.

Mm! Come in.

What happened to "temperature perfection"?

Ah, right. It, um...

It packed up last night.

Well, at least you can see the ocean now.

These are for you. The man was outside.

Ah, nice one.

My dry-cleaning.

Finally, something on this island that moves faster than a snail.

Oh!

- So, I've noticed something. - Mmm?

Well, with, uh, the football,

and now our dry-cleaning services...

maybe you're actually starting to like Saint Marie.

Ah, steady on!

Although, to be fair, I am doing what you said.

I'm making the most of my time left here.

It's barbecue lobster night at the Flying Fish.

According to the chef, it's legendary.

I'm pleased you're going back there,

- connecting with your mother. - Apparently, she loved the rum cake.

And I can vouch for that. But you know something?

Since I closed her case, I've been sleeping better.

So, um...

thank you.

No worries, sir. Happy to help.

Hey, I tell you what, if you've got no plans,

- why don't you join me? My treat. - Hmm.

Only if you don't order pudding before I've eaten my starter.

Bit rude. But a deal.

Oh, do you mind if I drive?

Oh... are you sure that's a good idea?

- I mean, after what happened... - Come on!

You can't be my chauffeur forever.

OK.

What on earth is all this?

Getting things in order before I leave.

Just need this case solved first.

Your petition passed the 10,000 mark.

I see.

Now it's the time to act.

We're going to Kingston to meet with the Chief Commissioner.

Are we?

He needs to realise the whole island is behind you.

I've already spoken to him. At length.

I'm not going cap in hand to beg for my job!

Fine. Then, don't.

- But I will. - Ah...! I'm touched.

I'm touched by the support.

You know I am. But right now,

you're letting emotion cloud your judgment.

I'm not doing this as your friend.

I'm doing this as the mayor of our community.

A community that cares for you.

How many times do I have to say it?

This will be embarrassing...

- ..for both of us. - My plane leaves in an hour.

So, the network couldn't trace the number

- that sent the threats. - As expected.

But there might be something else.

I'm listening.

This photo.

Now, the team are staying at Sandiways Hotel, right?

Mm-hm.

So, chances are, Ines was in her room at the time.

So I thought we could go to the hotel

and check the CCTVs.

- You're late. - Ah, so sorry.

I was helping Mrs Valois with her shopping.

Where we at?

I'll tell you on the way.

Thanks.

That was the scout from the Florida university.

Yeah?

So, Coach Lewis was on the point of signing a deal

for gifted players to study there on a scholarship.

Ines was meant to be the first player on the scheme.

Well, what kind of deal?

A $1.5 million investment in his football club.

- That's some major coinage. - Yeah, but the scout said

they were having serious doubts about Ines' temperament.

- Then she gets sent off in a cup final. - Exactly.

So she blew the deal before she was even shot.

They made their decision there and then.

Well, that must have been tough for Coach Lewis to take.

Naomi?

Uh, can I talk to you?

It's about Ines.

I don't want to waste anyone's time, but something is just bugging me.

So I thought it was best to come in.

Well, I was checking the corner flag before the match,

and that's when I saw Ines arguing with her coach.

You can't be serious! Everything's riding on this!

I've got another migraine. Brigitte can take my place.

Brigitte is not ready yet!

So Ines tried to pull out of the match?

And let his daughter Brigitte play instead.

How well do you know the coach?

Him have a tough reputation.

Do you think the players were frightened of him?

He's what I will call a barker on the touchline.

So, Ines pulls out last-minute, to the fury of Coach Lewis,

then inexplicably changes her mind, again,

only to blow it all by getting a red card.

Which we know caused Coach Lewis to lose a lucrative contract.

Potential motive?

I think it's time for a huddle with the coach.

- Appreciate you coming in. - Happy to help.

And, um, sorry about yesterday, if I was a bit...

You weren't. I get it, it's your job.

Detective Sergeant Thomas.

Well...

- ..your boss is... - Annoying.

Look, I don't suppose you would like a drink this evening?

Yes...

..I would like that.

I thought the British were known for their politeness.

Well, I must have missed that memo.

Um...

do you mind if I take a raincheck for dinner tonight?

Oh, I get it. You got a better offer?

It's just... a drink with Emmanuel.

Good for you, DS Thomas.

Control. That's good. Trap the ball.

Pass it. Faster! Control.

- Good. - Business as usual, Coach?

All right, that will do for today. Warm down.

- Warm down! - Yes, Coach.

The girls, they're upset, stuck in a hotel.

Thought a training session might be a distraction.

Need a word.

In private.

I was trying to talk some sense into her.

She failed to realise that this was her big moment.

The scholarship scheme?

A chance to get gifted girls to the US college sports system.

Sounds like a worthy cause.

Ines was going to be the first of many.

So she agreed to play in the end, only to get sent off.

I mean, that must have made you angry.

Of course.

They took a lot of convincing that these kids had the discipline

to last the course.

She was going to be our test case.

And now you've lost all that coinage.

Coinage?

Yeah, cash. Loads of it, I hear.

The potential investment in your club

if your "test case" was a success.

If you think I killed that poor girl

over some business deal, you're insane.

Your daughter, Brigitte - she's reserve goalie, right?

So what?

Well, how did she feel about the time and attention

you devoted to your superstar?

Brigitte and I have a great relationship.

And she and Ines were best friends.

As you would imagine, we're devastated.

Yet you're out here having a kickabout.

Me nah like your tone, Inspector.

I get that a lot.

Mind if I borrow this?

Officer Rose?

Yeah, we're on our way.

Thank you for your time.

Think we found our stalker.

Here's CCTV from outside Ines' bedroom,

at the same time the photo was taken.

The timestamps match exactly, but we can't make out the face

of whoever's taking the picture.

But they were wearing a yellow backpack, so...

we went through all the hotel's CCTV footage.

And we caught them entering the lobby an hour earlier

with the exact same backpack - this time from the front. Look.

- That isn't me. - Well, I must need glasses, then,

because it looks a hell of a lot like you.

Why would I send those horrible messages to my best friend?

I don't know. You tell us.

It must have been tough,

seeing her get all that attention from your father.

Second choice on the pitch, and off.

- That wasn't Ines' fault. - It was your father's?

He didn't want to sign you up for the scholarship scheme?

He told me I wasn't good enough.

Wow.

That's...

..that's difficult to hear.

But if Ines was too frightened to play,

and you took her place on the team, maybe then

you could show everyone just how good you were.

It's a terrible thing to do, Brigitte,

but we could understand why you'd do it.

I just wanted to scare her.

I didn't kill her.

Well, regardless of the ongoing investigation,

you'll still be facing charges for the death threats. All right?

Don't leave the island. We'll be in touch.

See, Mrs Valois, your photos are still here.

You have some shots, but they're in your deleted folder.

So any time you have trouble...

- Who's that? - Mrs Valois.

The woman won't leave him alone.

Right, the postmortem results are in.

Cause of death, major haemorrhage,

due to the gunshot wound to the thigh.

Well, that much we already knew.

They found more than double the recommended dose

- of co-codaprin in her bloodstream. - Painkiller?

Remember she told the coach she was having a migraine?

It must have been a pretty heavy one.

But that doesn't tell us anything new.

All our suspects have alibis.

Coach Lewis, Brigitte and Grace were all on the pitch,

so none of them could have entered the changing room to shoot Ines.

And I've still no idea why the killer took the time

and effort to retrieve the bullet. I mean, you'd think

they'd want to get out of there pretty sharpish, wouldn't you?

Laundry bags!

- Excuse me? - Sorry, let me... rewind.

So, I was just helping Mrs Valois with some technical issues.

She thought she'd deleted all her photos of her dog,

but they were in her deleted folder.

Anyway, in there, I found some footage

she'd accidentally taken at the football match.

- It was upside down. - So?

But in the video, I saw the laundry bags

by the changing rooms

that weren't there when we were talking to the witnesses.

Go on.

So, long shot, but maybe whoever collected those bags

might have seen something.

I was thinking maybe, you know, I could ask,

in the spirit of... being thorough.

Officer Rose...

I like your style.

Hmm!

So you haven't seen anything at all? All right.

Have a good evening.

Ah...

I knew it.

So, Detective, what do I update the press with?

That not only did this murder happen

in full view of my officers,

but that we also have no leads of any substance?

Found the murder weapon.

- Where? - Laundrette.

How on earth did it get there?

I think the killer must have hidden it in one of the laundry bags

at the game.

If a journalist were to find out about this...

They'd have a field day. No pun intended.

The prints may have been washed off,

but we'll run traces on the gun, get it dusted for prints,

- and get it sent off to the lab ASAP. - On it, boss.

Thank you, Officer Rose.

Hopefully we'll get some answers tomorrow,

and as soon as we do, we'll let you know.

Good.

Right, well, there's nothing much more we can do now.

You guys get home. I've got a lobster to eat.

You have fun tonight, yeah?

- Tonight? - Um...

I'm going for drinks with Emmanuel.

Er, so where are you going to meet him?

Catherine's. In case I need moral support.

You've got this.

Naomi!

- Hi, Catherine. You look beautiful! - Thank you.

How did it go with the Chief Commissioner today?

I don't want to, as the English say,

count my chickens, but he said it looked very persuasive.

Good. I'm pleased to hear that.

Now, is that delightful man

waiting for you?

Hello. You're Dorna's boy, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm her son. - I'll show you to your table.

- It wasn't that bad. - Really?

Your daddy's famous chilli, and you didn't even warn me?

- I definitely did. - Well, not in time.

That thing was spicy, you know.

We gave you milk. Which you managed to pour all over the table.

No. I think they were just...

..delighted I finally brought home a boyfriend.

Hmm.

So...

has there been anyone?

Since you, you mean?

Um...

Nothing serious.

Work doesn't...

Work doesn't allow much time for anything else.

Well, it looks like it's really paying off.

I always knew you would fly.

- That punch is lethal! - Saint Marie special.

You seem happy here.

I am.

Sorry.

My boss.

You might have noticed, he doesn't really get boundaries.

So how come you never asked me to come with you?

I...

..I thought you didn't want to. Saint Barnabas is your home.

- You always said you'd never leave. - You never gave me a choice.

But you didn't say anything.

I got it into my head that you wanted to be rid of me.

I didn't want to hold you back.

- That's not true. - Isn't it?

Look, anyway...

the past is the past now, so...

Well...

we're here now.

- We can try to... - Naomi, I...

I'm sorry, I should have tell you this before.

I'm engaged.

Oh, good. You're here.

What have you got?

It's about my mum.

Something the waitress said that's really odd.

Apparently, about a week before she died,

she was talking about scattering her dad's ashes

just on the beach out here.

Well, if that's true, why did she then decide

to scatter them out at sea instead?

I mean, it could be something. It could be nothing.

What do you think?

Have you got something in your eye?

It's probably just sand. We are by the beach.

No, it's not sand.

Oh, no.

Eh..

You were meant to see that referee friend tonight, weren't you?

I take it it didn't go very well.

He's engaged.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this.

- No, no, there's no need to apologise. - It's just, um...

I think I messed up.

- How do you mean? - Well, he's moving on with his life,

just like everybody else I know.

If I'd stayed on Saint Barnabas, then...

Then you wouldn't be here doing what you love doing.

Right? Life's about choices.

But what if I made the wrong one?

There's no such thing.

I was engaged, once.

Yeah.

And trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

What happened?

Work...

kind of got in the way.

She got fed up with never seeing me.

Surprisingly.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Do you think you could ever...? - Ever what?

Find a balance?

Well, put it this way. I haven't managed to find it yet.

It's kind of hard, when this is the only thing I'm actually good at.

Yeah! Yeah.

Yeah, I get that.

Now, how about some of that rum cake, yeah?

Yeah.

Kind of in limbo until we hear from the lab.

Mm.

Ah, perfect timing. Just going through the facts.

Right, current suspects -

Curtly Lewis, Saint Auguste coach,

Brigitte Lewis, his daughter and reserve goalie.

Curtly watched a very lucrative deal collapse

because of Ines' behaviour. Brigitte, deeply jealous

of her father's relationship with Ines.

Enough to send some pretty serious death threats.

But enough to murder? I'm not so sure.

Then there is the Saint Marie striker, Grace Devon.

- Definitely something up with her. - We've got no motive so far.

But each of these suspects were on the pitch

at the time of the murder.

So how could any one of them have shot Ines?

- Lab results are in. - Great.

OK.

- No prints on the gun. - Not surprising.

We did get something back, though.

They traced the serial number back to a seller.

- Someone called Warwick Edwards. - I recognise that name.

Dwayne used to know him back in the day.

Well, can you track him down?

Maybe he can tell us who he sold the gun to.

Sure. Leave it with us.

Um...

so, about last night...

- Forget about it. - I'm so embarrassed, sir. - Don't be.

Just never do it again.

And that thing the waitress said, about your mother?

What about it?

Well, are you going to look into it, or...?

No, no, I decided it was probably unimportant.

Let sleeping dogs lie. You know what I mean?

So, I was looking through Ines' phone records

this morning, and it turns out she booked a cab from her hotel

- the night before her death. - Do we know where to?

Not yet, but I do know the taxi company.

They're called Phoenix.

I know the one. They have an office in town.

- Um, I can go down there now. - Great.

Selwyn? There's something I need to tell you.

There's no need.

- You know? - The Chief Commissioner called me.

Said that, despite everything, he can't reverse his decision.

But he sat there,

eating his prawn cocktail,

telling me it would certainly make a difference.

I suppose the board objected to it.

I feel like an idiot.

That is definitely not what you are.

I'm sorry for ignoring your wishes.

It was a valiant effort, one which I am grateful for,

but now it seems that ship has very much sailed.

And I need to accept it.

As do you.

I spoke to Warwick's neighbour.

Apparently he's gone to the shop. He'll be back soon.

Cool.

I've been, um, meaning to say sorry,

for giving you a hard time about Mrs Valois.

No worries. She is pretty extra.

Yeah, but that's what community policing is about -

those extra things,

and... it's good to be reminded about that sometimes.

One of my mother's favourite Bible sayings is,

"Do unto others as you would like done unto you."

- Mm-hm. - One of her top five, actually.

She's a pastor at Saint Vincent's.

- She must be so proud of you. - Hmm.

She does her best, but secretly,

I think she's just waiting for me to ruin it.

Like I always do.

That's him.

Mr Warwick. We"ve been looking for you.

We have some questions.

Did you know Saint Auguste won the cup final six times

in the last ten years? Saint Marie won it only twice.

Fun football fact for you.

Is it?

- So, how'd you get on? - Good.

Found the driver. He told me he drove Ines to Grace Devon's place.

- OK... - Mm-hm.

She asked him to wait outside, and when she came back out,

he saw Grace chasing her into the street.

They ended up in a big argument that left them both in tears.

Ines, I don't understand!

Stop following me! It's over! I'm sorry.

So it looks like our striker was lying after all.

Officer Curtis. What have you got?

It took a bit of persuading,

but we know who Warwick sold the gun to.

Maybe I should ride sometime.

Wait, there she is.

- Stop her! - Grace!

Got you!

- Oh! - You had a good run?

With these shoes?!

So you and Ines met through football?

Tournaments, training camps.

Can't have been easy, living on different islands.

If you love someone, you make it work.

And what did Coach Lewis think about it?

If he'd have known, he'd have gone crazy.

Because?

He banned all the girls from dating during the season.

Must have been hard, trying to keep it under wraps.

Ines made me delete every message.

I don't even have a photo.

So...

why did she come round that night?

To end it.

And you didn't want that?

No. I was planning on going with her to Florida

if she got the scholarship.

But she said it was her big chance

to live the American Dream, and I'd be a distraction.

Ines abandoned you, then?

That must have hurt. I mean,

she could have made it work if she really wanted it to,

but she didn't, clearly. So why do you think that was?

I don't know.

Because I think maybe she didn't love you enough.

Uh... You don't know that.

Ines got the chance to follow her dream,

something she loved doing since she was a little girl.

What DS Thomas is trying to say is that if Ines loved you...

She'd have never forgiven herself if she threw all that away.

Maybe it had nothing to do with you.

Maybe Ines needed to do this for herself.

I get that.

I only wanted the best for her.

- Of course you did. - You bought a gun, Grace.

I bought it for Ines!

Why?

For her protection, because of the death threats.

You knew about the texts?

- When did you give her the gun? - A week ago.

She was convinced someone was going to attack her at the final.

But if I hadn't given her the gun, she might still be alive.

I'm sorry, sir. I got carried away.

- It happens. - Well, it won't happen again.

More importantly, do we think that Grace Devon is our killer?

She couldn't have been. She was on the pitch at the time of the murder.

Then, how could any of our suspects have shot her,

when they were all in full view of everyone when she was killed?

- Officer Curtis, Officer Rose. - Yes, boss.

We're having a kickabout. OK. It's the cup final.

Our victim is getting death threats,

telling her to pull out of the match,

so she tells the coach she doesn't want to play.

But then she does play.

So what made her change her mind? DS Thomas?

Er...

perhaps she decided in the last moment

that the risk was worth it.

I mean, the match was her big chance, after all.

But then why ignore all the tactics laid down by the coach?

He told her to play the ball long, kick it upfield,

but instead she decides to throw it to the centre back.

Officer Curtis. She gets riled up by the striker.

Normally calm under pressure, she acts out.

And gets a red card, only ten minutes into the game.

Exactly. Her future depended on this match,

and she wrecked it. Officer Rose!

- - Uh! - Oh! - My bad! - Not too good with my left.

Ines was going to be the first of many.

You can't be serious. Everything's riding on this!

Why would I send those horrible messages to my best friend?

- I bought it for Ines. - Why?

For her protection, because of the death threats.

They found more than double the recommended dose

of co-codaprin in her bloodstream.

Why's she ignoring the game plan?

Is that a bullet hole? But no bullet.

So far we haven't found a single witness

who saw anyone exit or enter the changing room

while Ines was alone inside.

DS Thomas, can you get that news article off my desk,

and that photo of the Saint Auguste team?

It's time to gather the suspects.

Let's go!

Two days ago, Ines Mercedes,

a talented young woman with a bright future,

was shot and killed in the changing room of this stadium.

Questions we've been asking ourselves -

How? How did one of you kill Ines

if you were all out on the field at the same time?

We know no-one went in or out of the changing room

between Ines' red card and the half-time whistle.

So, ruling that out, it must have happened before the match.

But that's impossible.

Well, you would say that, Brigitte. Because you shot her.

I was looking at some old Saint Auguste team photos,

and in every one of them, Ines was kneeling on her...

..right knee. But in the one taken two days ago,

at the cup final, she's on her left.

Why?

Because doing anything on her right leg at that time

- would have been excruciating. - Who the hell would play football

with an injury like that?

I suppose someone who was desperate to save their future,

and protect both their girlfriend - ex-girlfriend -

and her best mate.

What? Why? Why would Brigitte kill Ines?

Well, we also know that Ines wanted to pull out of the match,

no doubt due to the text she'd just received from you, Brigitte,

telling her if she played, she'd die.

Grace got Ines a gun for her own protection,

but Ines made the fatal mistake of bringing it to the game.

After arguing with Coach Lewis outside the changing room,

Ines went back inside for her bag.

But then something happened that made her decide to play after all.

We think that something was you, Brigitte.

You overheard your dad and Ines arguing, didn't you?

Brigitte's not fit enough to lace your boots!

No, you just never give her a chance!

She defended me to him. Said I was good enough.

She believed in me.

I went into the changing room.

She came in after me. One look at her and...

And in your guilt, you admitted to sending those text messages.

I assume she showed you the gun

to prove the lengths she'd gone to, to feel safe.

I tried to take it from her.

I was going to get rid of it, but she wouldn't let go.

- Give me the gun. - I need it.

Ines, give me the gun!

- Let go! - Give me...

The gun went off.

The bullet went straight through Ines' right thigh

and into the wall behind.

No-one heard the shot, because the band was rehearsing.

The bullet wound was small. We thought her leg was OK.

There was hardly any blood.

Ines realised she'd be charged

with illegal possession of a firearm,

Grace with supplying the gun,

and the truth would come out about your threats.

Her American Dream would be over,

along with the futures of the two people

she loved most in the world. So Ines decided to cover it up.

We patched up her wound,

using the bandages from the first-aid kit.

And you took the bullet from the wall.

And yet you dumped the gun in the laundry?

Don't say another word until I get you a lawyer.

I put it in my locker at first.

I was going to get rid of it after the game.

And hopefully get Ines some proper treatment without anyone knowing?

That was our plan.

So Ines decided to play.

But despite necking some heavy-duty painkillers,

she was still in a lot of pain.

She couldn't kick, and resorted to throwing the ball short,

ignoring Coach Lewis' orders to play it long.

Why's she ignoring the game plan?

Ines would have been struggling at this point,

which I assume is what led to the clash

- with Grace and the subsequent red card. - You're off.

She went back to the changing room

and took off her dressing to check her wound.

The exertion of playing the game had dislodged a clot...

so the second she loosened the bandage,

there was sudden, uncontrolled bleeding.

Ines reached for her phone to call the ambulance.

But before she could make the call,

she collapsed...

and bled out in minutes.

When the team came back at half-time,

they found her body.

By the way, what did you do with the bandages?

They were on the floor, by Ines.

I threw them away at the hotel.

And the gun - when did you take it from your locker?

While my dad was getting the team out.

But when I saw you there I panicked, and...

..I hid it in a laundry.

I was going to move it later, but...

when I came back it was gone.

- Officer Curtis? - Wait.

She didn't actually kill her.

- It's not murder. - No, you're right, Mr Lewis.

Ines' death was a tragic accident.

But I'm afraid your daughter will still be facing

manslaughter charges.

Grace Devon, you're being arrested on suspicion

of the illegal supply of a firearm.

- I'm so sorry, Grace. - Officer Rose?

Come on, now. You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence...

- That was tough. - Yeah.

- I'm glad we solved it. - I didn't expect anything less.

So...

I guess this is goodbye, right?

Um... Emmanuel...

I forgot to say, congratulations.

Thank you.

Don't be a stranger.

Make sure you come and say hi when you're back on the island.

Of course.

Naomi?

It was really good to see you.

You too.

Good luck.

♪ Oh, faithful love

♪ Is a love that I am dreaming of... ♪

Probably... for the best.

Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea.

We've just got to catch you a good one.

I might have one for you.

I've started seeing someone.

You didn't mention anything!

Well, it's early days.

We're having fun.

- Ah! - Oh!

His son is very clever.

He's a doctor.

That's very kind of you, thank you,

but, um, I'm just not ready for anything like that.

- Here we go. Wow, that's beautiful! - Yes, it's a thank-you cake

from Mrs Valois. Going to need help consuming it.

Well, I'm happy to oblige.

Well done, team. Great work.

I second that.

Commissioner. Wha...? How do you do that?

- Do what? - Well, the whole ninja thing.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Forgive me, everyone,

if I've been a little, um...

Narky?

It means grumpy.

Grumpy, yes, over the past few days.

Um, I-I-I want to say thank you,

all of you, for your efforts.

Even though I don't always show it,

I appreciate you all.

- To the team. - To the team. The team. - The team.

Oh, thank you.

It's actually not a bad view, to be fair.

You see?

I was right - you do like it here.

Sh! Don't let Darlene hear.

What's that?

You know how you said your mother wanted to scatter

your grandfather's ashes on the beach?

Yeah?

Well, it's been playing on my mind.

I told you. You're just as bad as me.

Yeah, um, I don't know how I feel about that.

Anyways, did you realise,

if you want to scatter a loved one's remains

on Saint Marie, you need a permit?

- For real? - Yeah.

So I called in at the council's office to check the records, and...

your mother applied for permission

two weeks before she passed.

- And then she went out to sea? - I know.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

You need to reopen the case.

You're going to love the view from this place.

- Seriously romantic. - Romantic's good.

Danielle Bailey, she met the victim on the internet

a month ago. Just landed when he got shot.

We have four suspects, and all four have alibis

for the time that Adam Carter was killed.

So if it was one of those four who did it, how?

Has Selwyn told you about what's happening tomorrow?

The person taking over from him arrives.

Such a cute little place you've got going on.

I need you to stop and answer the question.

No, get out of my way!