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♪ So don't tell me that I'm wasted

♪ Cos she's my saving grace

♪ Bang, bang, like
a bullet from a gun

♪ Bang, bang

♪ Let's rave unto the song

♪ So get your sexy shades
on like you're full of it

♪ And party like a
boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo bullet

♪ Boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo-bullet

♪ Ah, boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo-bullet

♪ Boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo-bullet

♪ A bullet! ♪

~ Yeah! Oh, mint, man!
That's a top chord! Yeah!
~ ELECTRONIC SQUEAK

~ Whoa, whoa, whoa!
~ Oh, dear! Oh...

Well, I mean, a few small
tweaks aside, we're done!

~ Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha!
~ Great! Sweet!

OK, so, I know it's
been a long journey...

Tell me about it(!)
Two planes, a boat.

Ah, she didn't mean
to the island, you...

But... but this album... this
album makes it all worthwhile.

~ It has "hit" written all over it.
~ What I said! Party, man!

Yeah, we are going to break America.

Speaking as someone who lives there,

I think you'll find
America's already broken.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's time for my dip.

Vince? Were you happy
with the drums on that?

Well, er...

Why don't you ask the drummer
if he was happy with the drums?

Well, were you?

Yes. Well, I was.

Laters.

Stevie? Is everything all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.
Why wouldn't I be?

Oh, I don't know, I
was just wondering...

Cheryl, I haven't changed my mind.
You're going to have to accept that.

~ Course, yeah.
~ Yeah, right.

We can have another pass if you want.

~ Yeah, I'll do a pick-up on the bass as well.
~ Hey! I'm the bass player.

Yeah, course you are,
mate. Course you are.

And what's that supposed to mean?

You never wondered why it sounded
better on record than it did live?

Hey, Stevie redid all your drums...

He did all your bass!

Because you play like you're
wearing a boxing glove!

All right, all right, all right!

If Stevie redid both your parts,

it's not each other you
should be having a go at.

Is it?

HE STRUMS SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT

~ Fair enough.
~ Yeah, whatever.

HE PLAYS DRUMS That's sounding great.

I'll keep the tape running,
if you're happy to carry on.

There you go.

Signed, sealed and... delivered.

Thanks, Pete.

Pete, what was the name of that
bar we were in on Sunday night?

~ The Bullet Bar.
~ That's the one.

~ Oi, oi, oi! What's going on?
~ Oh, come on!

I'll check the fuse box.

Well, it's not going to be the fuse box,
is it? It'll be another bloody power cut.

~ Right, I'm going for a fagarette.
~ Bloody Caribbean.

Can't wait to get back home.

What, to the wind and
the rain? Nutter!

Yeah, working electricity and sanity.

What?

Stevie!

No!

The electricity's live!

Good afternoon, sir. Er... sorry.

Nobody's in the station, so I thought
I'd make myself useful out here.

Watering the flowers.
They looked a bit dry.

~ JP.
~ JP, yes, of course. Of
course. It's today, is it?

Yeah, well, of course it's
today. Yeah, um... sorry.

Er... we were up late, er...
solving a case last night,

and... and, um... and... and...

Oh, I'm so sorry, sir.

~ Little bit wet.
~ Yes.

~ I'm so sorry about that, sir.
~ Don't worry.

Don't worry about it, JP.

~ No, I'll find... Yes, no, no, no.
~ It's just a wet shoe.

~ I've got that, sir.
~ I just need to get my shoe
off. And I will be fine.

OK. Get it dry, I can do that.
I can do it, thank you.

~ Give me your socks. Lot of water, sir.
~ I will deal with my socks.

~ Honestly, no, you're tickling my foot!
~ The water, it's everywhere.
~ Good afternoon, sir.

~ You must be JP.
~ Oh, yes, of course. You've not met.

Er... allow me to introduce
you to, er... PC Hooper.

~ Hi.
~ HE CLEARS THROAT

Um... this is the bit where
people usually say hello.

~ Oh, yes. Er... hello.
~ Hello.

Er... PC Hooper, this is, er... Sergeant...
Sorry, Detective Sergeant Cassell.

Huh. Yes, well, it's a new
day for all of us, isn't it?

You a PC. You a DS.

~ And you?
~ Me?

Yes, well, I've got a...
I've got a new pen...

PHONE RINGS.. somewhere.

~ Honore Police Station?
~ I should have answered
the phone, shouldn't I?

Oh, don't worry about it, JP. I'm
sure we'll find plenty of things

for you to do, other
than watering flowers.

That was Dwayne. We have a death.

At the Scorpion Lounge
recording studio.

Gosh. Right, we'd better
get down there.

Er... after you, JP. We'll
see you down there.

I'm really sorry, sir.

Er... Florence?

Yes?

Er... er... I think it'll take
us a while to find our rhythm.

Er... ha-ha. As it were.

Er... what I'd like to say is that, er...
if you'll agree to be patient with me,

er... then I will agree to
try and not be too much...

er... well... yeah, well,
like myself, really.

You know what I think? I think
we should not worry about it.

Just focus on the case
and see how we go.

I say, that sounds like a splendid
idea. Er... shall we?

Yeah, er... Ahem!

I can't believe I'll be working
with the legendary Dwayne Myers.

I've heard so much about
you at police college.

~ VEHICLE DRAWS UP
~ Er... all good, I hope?

Why wouldn't it be?

Never mind. Chief?

So, what have we got so far?

A band from the UK, here
to record an album.

~ So, what's the name of the band?
~ Um...

If you have to look it up, it's clearly
no-one we'll have heard of.

~ Yes, well, I may have.
~ You don't seem the type to have your finger

on the pulse of popular music.
Especially Flowers Of Progress.

~ Never heard of them.
~ Me neither.

~ Mean anything to you?
~ Er... no, sir.

Flowers Of Progress?

Flowers Of Progress are
here on Saint-Marie?

Ooh!

Stevie Smith, habitual wild child and
lead singer. Lived life on the edge.

And died the ultimate rock'n'roll death,
electrocuted in a swimming pool.

HE SIGHS OK, merci.

So, whereabouts in the pool was
the body discovered, Dwayne?

Well, he was found floating
just there, Chief.

If he was this end of the pool, he can't
have knocked the lights in himself.

But why were the lights
left on in the daylight?

They weren't, but the power
supply to them was.

This was all set for tonight,
an end-of-recording party,

to thank local musicians, hotel
employees, people like that, you know?

All organised by the band's manager.

So, the question is, how did the stage
lights end up in the swimming pool?

I think I can help you
with that one, Chief.

You see, pin needs to be in,
to keep the leg in position.

Mm-hm. But look here.
It's worn and weathered.

I think the pin snapped and the whole
thing fell into the swimming pool.

~ Then where's the other half?
~ Here it is.

No, don't touch it.

I need a...

Ah, er... thank you, Florence.

If you ask me, Chief, the poor guy

just took his swim at
precisely the wrong time.

Yes, it does seem incredibly
unfortunate, doesn't it?

You don't think it was an accident?

This pin didn't break, not of its own
accord. It's been deliberately cut.

Really?

And with some sort of hacksaw,
as far as I can tell.

Yes, look. The blade slipped,
marking it there.

And the end has burrs. It's
not been sheared off clean.

If this was a pin that just snapped
after years of wear and tear,

the break would be smooth.

But this isn't. It was
deliberately sawn in two.

So, what? You think someone pushed
the tripod into the pool,

intending to kill Stevie?

And then cut the pin to make
it look like an accident. Yes.

~ So it was a murder?
~ I'd say so, JP.

I need a bag. Er...

Ah, thank you. Ha.

Ah.

That's funny.

Elateridae family, more commonly
known as the click beetle.

The click beetle?

Yes, so named because if they happen
to find themselves upside down,

then they can click their backs
to throw themselves in the air

and land the right way round.
Amazing little things.

~ It's evidence?
~ Yes.

Yes, well, the thing is, this
specific breed of click beetle,

Achrestus fortunei, has never
lived on Saint-Marie.

They're endemic only to Martinique.

So, how did it get here?

Quite. How indeed?

Dust for prints, photograph
and bag anything of interest.

~ Sarge.
~ Thanks.

~ HE CHUCKLES
~ He is amazing.

I mean, that was just amazing.

He's got a lot better tricks up
his sleeve. Just wait and see.

~ This was your first album?
~ PETE: It was our only album.

~ Sorry, you want to talk to us because?
~ Yes, um...

Stevie's death may not
have been an accident.

You what? Murder?

Razor-sharp as ever there, Jimbo.

We're not ruling anything
out at the moment.

Who discovered Stevie's body?

Ah, er... er... we did.

~ Pete Thunders.
~ Yes. Hey.

And?

And this is Jim Smith, bass player
and was Stevie's brother.

I'm sorry for your loss, Jim.

What's your role in the band?

~ HE COUGHS
~ I'm the guitarist.

And vocalist, and er... songwriter.

Co-writer.

Yeah, co-songwriter.

And you are?

Er... Disco Biscuit, the drummer.

Or, as most people know me
these days, Duncan Roberts.

HE SNIGGERS And you are?

Hello?

Erm... erm... Cheryl. Er... Cheryl
Moore. I'm the band's manager.

~ Oh, yes, you organised the party?
~ That's right. That was all me.

OK, not all me. Um... The beer
company was footing the bill.

But, er... yes.

~ FLORENCE: And you are?
~ Vince, the producer.

This is my place.

~ What time did you find Stevie?
~ After 12.

That's when the power tripped out.

Thank you. And when did
you last see Stevie alive?

When he left the studio
to go for a swim.

~ HUMPHREY: Regular thing, was it?
~ He liked to be in the pool at 12.

Mad dogs and Englishmen
and all that, you know.

Yes. And what time did
he leave the studio?

~ Some time round 11, 11.30?
~ Yeah, around that time, yeah.

I can find the exact time for you
on the control desk, if you'd like.

Er... and did any of you see Stevie
alive after he left the studio?

Hm.

Why did you decide to record
here in Saint-Marie?

Um... yes, in, er... in 1991,

The Flowers Of Progress recorded
their first album in this...

~ Our only album.
~ Yeah, in this very studio.

So, we've returned to recapture the anarchic
energy that fuelled that debut...

No-one in Britain would have
Stevie record in their studio.

The band had... We'd just
got back together...

Yes, thanks to Grand Central Beer.

There's a song on the
first album called...

~ Grand Central. Track two.
~ Yes.

Um... and a... a beer company in America
with the same name heard the song

and wanted to use
it for a commercial.

If the advert goes the
way that we hope it will,

then it could be a really great
opportunity for the... this band.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Where were you all at the time of Stevie's
death, when the power tripped out?

We were all in the studio.

At 12 o'clock, when the lights fell in
the pool and Stevie was electrocuted,

you were all there, all
of you, inside the studio?

Mm-hm. Yeah.

~ Mm-hm.
~ Yeah.

OK.

So, all five people in there claim
they were together in the studio

when the lighting rig entered the
pool and electrocuted Stevie.

There's a security fence
around the whole place.

The only way to get out here
is to come through the villa.

Then someone who was allowed in.
The band didn't set up all this.

I already checked.

The catering company and the stage
crew did it all last night.

Everyone was signed in, then signed
out, and no-one's visited since.

Yes, well, best to check, anyway,
just to be on the safe side.

So, the killer's intention

was for us to believe that a
worn pin and a badly timed swim

led to the unfortunate
death of Stevie Smith.

And you don't believe it, Chief?

No.

I think our killer seized their
moment when Stevie wasn't looking,

pushed the lights into the pool, then covered
their tracks by staging the scene,

to make the whole thing look like
it was an unfortunate accident.

But, sir, if the only five
people who could have done it

were in the studio at the
time that it happened...

well, how would they
have managed that?

That, JP, is the question, and at the
moment, I don't have the faintest idea.

So, first of all, the hotel
where the band are staying.

Er... I want you to go into Stevie's room
and see if there's anything of interest.

~ Er... Chief?
~ Yes?

~ This is a taxi company.
~ Oh.

Really? Um... er...

Right. Florence... Let's see how Vince
is getting on with our time line.

Mind your head, sir!

♪..Bullet

♪ Boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo-bullet

♪ A bullet! ♪

Sorry to disturb you.

We were just listening to the tape.

Ahem. Er... could we have
a quick word, Vince?

Yeah.

In private.

Oh. Of course.

Yes, course.

Right, well, er... if you'll...
I'll just... I can wait out...

Er... no. Er... probably best if I...

I'll go back to the hotel.

Thank you.

Not the most organised manager
I've ever worked with.

Do you know her well?

She pretty much keeps
herself to herself.

Yeah.

~ Yeah, and the band? Um,
do you know them well?
~ No.

I produced their first
album back in the day

and I've just done their...
Well, their last album, so...

Do they work together well?

The first week or so,
it was a bit patchy.

But this last week, things
have really come together.

Stevie was excited, reenergised.

So, yeah, I guess so.

Er... did you find out when
Stevie left for his swim?

It was about... here.

STEVIE: 'Were you, er... were you
happy with the drums on that?'

That's Stevie?

DISCO: 'Why don't you ask the drummer
if he was happy with the drums?'

~ STEVIE: 'Well, were you?'
~ DISCO: 'Yes.'

~ DISCO: 'Well, I was.'
~ STEVIE: 'Laters.'

And...

that was about... 11.28.

11.28? Er... could you just
play us a little more,

just before the power cut out?

Sure. DISCO PLAYS DRUMS

'That's sounding great.

'I'll keep the tape running,
if you're happy to carry on.'

~ That's Disco Biscuit.
~ Ah.

PETE: 'Signed, sealed
and... delivered.'

CHERYL: 'Thanks, Pete.'

JIM: 'Pete, what was the name of that
bar we were in on Sunday night?'

~ PETE: 'The Bullet Bar.'
~ JIM: 'That's the one.'

ELECTRIC WHOOSH

And that was the end of the
session, when the power went.

Right, and that's everyone's voices we
heard? Er... yourself, Jim, Cheryl...

Yeah, all of us. We were all there.

~ Can we have a copy of it?
~ Yeah, sure.

Thank you, Vince.

HE CLEARS THROAT Right.

~ It's exciting, isn't it?
~ What?

~ Looking through a rock star's room.
~ I'm not so sure about that.

If this guy's the hell-raiser
everyone says he is,

we could have quite a
heavy task on our hands.

~ I suppose so.
~ Hey, this is the one.

What the...

Wow.

It's really...

tidy.

OK, so, we look for anything
out of the ordinary.

Itemise and bag whatever we find.

Absolutely.

Right, I'll leave this with you.

~ Oh.
~ I'll see you in about an hour, OK?

Aren't we supposed
to do this together?

Yes, but while you're in here,

I'm going to go and see the hotel manager
and see if she knows anything.

Look, I'm more than happy
to swap with you, you know.

But it's the hotel manager.
She goes on and on and on.

I wouldn't want you to
have to go through that.

No, sir! Not on your first day.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dwayne Myers.

OK. Let's do this.

So, I tried to find anything from
when the band were here last.

So, The Saint Marie Times are doing a
search through their clippings archive

~ and will send over anything of interest.
~ Brilliant. So, suspects?

Pete Thunders. After the band
split, he became an artist.

Having done initial financial checks,
hasn't been very successful.

He has a few cautions on
his file, all for assault.

Prone to violence?
OK, and Disco Biscuit?

He retired from music, invested
in property and he's now a
millionaire several times over.

So, he's not in this for the money.

Next, Jim Smith.

Had a tempestuous relationship
with his brother.

Long history of their bust-ups. Insisting
on separate hotels when touring.

COMPUTER BINGS Usual rock-star stuff.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Er... an e-mail from
The Saint Marie Times.

~ Anything?
~ An attachment. I'll print it off.

Just leaves us with Cheryl and Vince.

I couldn't find a great
deal online about Cheryl.

But, considering she
knew Stevie the least,

well, she appeared to be the most
upset, so I'll keep looking.

Vince?

Um... producer and owner
of the recording studio,

~ originally built by his father in the '60s.
~ The family business.

Personal life a bit of a mess.
Ex-wife lives in London.

Which just leaves us
with this little chap.

Why was he found expired
at our crime scene,

rather than enjoying life

amongst his fellow click
beetles back on Martinique?

~ Sir?
~ Yes?

You should see this.

~ It was Vince's studio.
~ Right.

HE SIGHS

Beer's warm, the food's gone
off and the ice has melted.

What a party, eh?

We were wondering if you
had a minute, Mr Thuram.

If that's all it is.

The catering equipment's being flown back
early. I need to get all this lot ready.

Hopefully it won't take too long.

Your studio burnt down.

July '91.

The Flowers Of Progress
were recording here.

Hm. It wasn't the greatest of times.

According to the reports,
it was Stevie who caused it.

He was at the height of his drinking.

He was reckless. He wouldn't
listen to anyone.

He didn't care about anyone else.

So, why did you let them back in?

I didn't want to, believe me.

But I'm not in a position
to turn work down, so...

~ This was your father's studio, wasn't it?
~ Built it himself.

Must have been particularly upsetting
when the insurance didn't pay out.

It's not been easy, I admit.

But I got through it.

It was three years after the fire until
you were able to reopen the studio.

That's a long time.

Your wife left you during that period,
didn't she, all because of Stevie?

How did you feel, seeing
him after all this time?

Look, the guy's changed.

He's dry now, doesn't touch a drop.

I guess I felt I shouldn't
hold it against him.

He's grown up, I suppose. Huh.

I'll get those CDs.

DWAYNE SPEAKS CREOLE

Er...

Um... OK, madam, thank you very
much. You've been very helpful.

Now, if you wouldn't mind
excusing us, please.

Look, I really wanted to come and
help you with the search, you know.

But I couldn't get away. That woman could
talk a glass eye to sleep, you know.

So, I itemised and bagged
whatever I can find.

Good.

HE GRUNTS

~ Come now.
~ Dental floss. Small toothbrushes.

~ Mouthwash. Teeth whitener.
~ JP.

Contact lenses. Contact
lens solution.

JP!

~ Did you itemise and bag everything?
~ Yes, like you said.

But this is just the
bathroom, sir, so...

Look, this is all very
good and very thorough,

but did you actually find anything
relevant to the case?

~ What?
~ This.

Stevie's browser history's
particularly interesting.

Oh!

MUSIC PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES ♪
Boo-na-na-boo-na-na-boo-bullet

♪ Boo-na-na-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm! ♪

~ MUSIC PLAYS
~ Well?

~ HUMPHREY HUMS TUNE
~ Well?

Mm? Well... er... MUSIC STOPS

.. the tapes confirm that the last time
anyone is heard leaving the studio,

apart from Stevie, is ten o'clock,

and that was Pete, two hours
before our victim was killed.

~ So, how did the killer do it?
~ No idea.

But I did come across something
of interest. Listen to this.

~ Er... this is from ten o'clock.
~ JIM: 'Two! One, two!

~ JIM: 'One, two, two...'
~ STEVIE: 'Three?'

DISCO: 'Oh, yeah, funny, Stevie.

VINCE: 'OK, rolling.'

Jim, Stevie and Disco
were in the studio

and Pete and Cheryl were in
the control room with Vince.

CHERYL: 'Pete, calm down. It's fine.'

~ VINCE: 'Where are you going?'
~ PETE: 'For a smoke!

~ 'It's like Cardiff, all over again!'
~ Cardiff?

Mm-hm.

~ What does it mean?
~ He doesn't sound very happy, does he?

~ Interesting.
~ Hm?

The band split up in Cardiff.

HE CLEARS THROAT

"September 12th 1992."

So, were the band about
to split again?

And if so, why?

I might be able to help
you with that, Sarge.

JP GRUNTS

So, while JP was searching
Stevie's room,

I was hard at work interviewing
the hotel manager.

Now, a porter was sent to Stevie's room
last night after complaints of a fight.

~ Between Stevie and who?
~ We don't know. The porter isn't on duty yet.

They're going to let
us know when he is.

~ Also, JP came across this.
~ Yes, er...

It was uploaded last week by Stevie.

COMPUTER BEEPS STEVIE:
'Grand Central Beer?

'I'm no sell-out, especially
not that stuff. It's crap!

'If I fell off the wagon tomorrow,

'and Grand Central was the
last beer left in the world,

'I still wouldn't touch
it, you know what I mean?'

Stevie put that up himself?

Stevie may have been off the booze,

but he clearly hadn't lost
his rebellious streak.

Grand Central is the company

that wanted to use one of the
band's songs in a commercial.

A deal that would net the
songwriters half a million dollars.

Half a million dollars?

We picked up the contract
from the manager, Cheryl.

Who are the songwriters?

Stevie and Pete?

The inspector wins a cigar.

There's a clause that states that
the contract will be terminated,

if any of the band defames the
product in print or online.

And this clip is everywhere.

So, Pete stands to lose his share
of half a million dollars.

All thanks to Stevie.

You know, if memory serves, the band
used to have some sort of a fanzine,

Packet Of Seeds or Bunch Of Flowers
or something like that.

What?

Do you think we should
be honest with each other,

now we're working a little closer?

Yes, absolutely. What's on your mind?

This band don't appear to be,
as you say, your cup of tea?

That's very perceptive
of you, DS Cassell.

Yes, well, I bought
their album because...

Well, er... someone persuaded me.

A girl?

~ Angela Matterson.
~ Angela Matterson?

She was a very forceful
girl, Miss Matterson.

If she told you to buy a record, you bought
that record. I studied that record.

~ And you didn't like it?
~ Hated it.

No, I... I like happy songs.

I like a nice melody, you know?

SHE CHUCKLES

We've looked at your
financial records.

Things haven't been easy.

Look, I'm not going to pretend

that a massive payday wasn't an
incentive for the band to reform.

So, the band split up in...

~ '92.
~ '92.
~ We were doing a gig

and there was this guy in who
had this massive music show,

and he wanted us on.

We were going to sell a
lot of records, you know?

So, we're up there, Stevie's
knocking back a bottle of whisky

on stage and halfway through the set
he just starts gobbing off at him.

I mean properly, telling
him he's no sell-out.

Well, we tried to smooth it over
after the gig, but it was too late.

He'd blown it for all of us.

So, you decided to split up.

PETE SNORTS

And what? You reached that
decision calmly, rationally?

Me and Stevie had a little
set-to, nothing too serious.

Apart from you were
cautioned for assault.

Yeah, er... OK, but, look, that
was just band stuff, you know?

I've changed. We all have.

And this... This is ancient history.

But history does have a
habit of repeating itself.

See, we got hold of a contract between
you, Stevie and Grand Central Beer.

You and Stevie are to earn
half a million dollars

plus whatever doors the
ad would open for you.

But then Stevie bad-mouthed
the beer. We've seen the clip.

As has everyone at
Grand Central Beer.

Stevie destroyed your chances, by
opening his big mouth once again.

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

But no.

The beer company love the clip.

What?

PHONE RINGS

It's Dwayne.

Ask Cheryl. Check with the company.

Ask anyone. I thought,
yes, him gobbing off

had ruined it for all of us again.

But she was on the phone to 'em this
morning. They think it's hilarious.

Proper rock'n'roll.

Pure Stevie. No such
thing as bad press.

You know what I mean? Go figure.

Right.

Er... well, thank you for
your time, Mr Thunders.

Right, we need to check
with the beer company.

But if Pete's telling the truth about
their reaction to the footage,

then we've just lost
ourselves a motive.

Then you'll be pleased to know
we might have found another one.

Dwayne heard from the hotel.
The porter's arrived for work.

We know who Stevie was arguing
with in his bedroom.

Who was it?

Oh, yeah. Hang on.

I do remember some little busybody
porter banging on Stevie's door,

mouthing off about summat.

HE GRUNTS

Did you threaten to kill Stevie?

Oh, right. Er... I don't know.

Might have, yeah. Well, we
say it all the time, right?

I mean, I wouldn't actually kill
him. He's like a brother to me.

~ He IS your brother.
~ Yeah, it's right, that.

What were you fighting about?

I can't remember. Summat
and nothing, I suppose.

~ Going out?
~ I'm not.

Neatly pressed shirt.

Boots mid-polish on the table.

Must be going somewhere you
want to make an impression.

I'm just going... around and about.

Soak up a bit of the Caribbean
vibe and that, yeah?

So, if you've got
no more questions...

~ DWAYNE:
~ You think he's hiding something?

Yes, possible.

He clearly didn't want us to know what
his argument with Stevie was about.

And he was very cagey about
where he was going tonight.

Hang on a minute.

On the recording, Jim was asking
something about a bar.

Bullet Bar. Maybe that's
where he's going.

You want us to head down there
and see what he's up to?

A little light surveillance might
not hurt at all. Thank you, Dwayne.

~ Sir?
~ Yes?

Er... the postmortem reports
have come through.

They've confirmed Stevie suffered sudden
cardiac arrest due to electrocution,

and they're not disputing
the time of death.

So, we now know for definite that
he was murdered at 12 o'clock.

Right, you'd better get changed
and head over to the Bullet Bar.

Chief.

HE CLEARS THROAT Stevie
was killed at noon.

The recording we have confirms

that our five suspects were
all together at that time.

But someone had to
have been by the pool

to push the stage lights
in and electrocute Stevie.

Who was it and how?

And what about you, little fella?

How did you get there?

~ Sir?
~ Mm-hm?

I found the fan magazine you
were talking about online.

~ The Flower Seeds.
~ Oh! Good work, Florence.

There's quite a few editions.
Shall we take half each?

That's almost a very good idea.

~ Almost?
~ Yes.

In order to make it a
truly brilliant idea,

you might have added
that we take half each,

decamp to Catherine's bar,
and read them there.

~ What do you say?
~ I'd say THAT is a much better idea.

Excellent.

MUSIC PLAYS

We're not allowed to
drink on duty, are we?

It's so we can blend in.

I'm very dedicated to my
undercover work, you know.

I mean, very, very dedicated.

Raise them high, drain them dry.

DWAYNE COUGHS

Only I'm not really a big drinker,
sir. You... you know how it is. Er...

No, I don't. Now, get it down you.

JP GASPS

Soothe your throat with
your beer, the man!

~ JP COUGHS
~ Look.

No, don't look. He's meeting someone.

~ What do we do now?
~ Bide our time.

If they separate, I'll tail
the woman. You follow Jim. OK?

HE SCOFFS AND LAUGHS

Edited by Daisy Buttercup.

Photography by Daisy Buttercup.
Articles on the band by...

- Who's Daisy Buttercup?
- Oh, she's not real.

It's a song on the first album, and
not a particularly good one at that.

It was clearly a
one-nutty-fan operation.

You're a fan. Are
YOU Daisy Buttercup?

Yes, I am not a fan.

Just following Angela
Matterson's orders?

~ Oh, yes.
~ And was it worth it?

Did anything ever happen
between you and Angela?

Oh, gosh, no, no, no. We...
we never even held hands.

Ah, perhaps it wasn't a bad thing.

Life would have spun me off
in a different direction.

I certainly wouldn't be here.

~ I know what you mean.
~ Oh?

You have your own male
Angela Matterson?

Not quite. My five brothers.

If ever I brought a boy to the house,
they always managed to scare him off.

~ So, what did you do?
~ Simple, really.

I stopped taking my boyfriends
back to meet my brothers.

HE CHUCKLES Touche.

MUSIC PLAYS

JP! Jim's on the move!

You'd better follow him.

JP! Ah, man! What am
I meant to do now?

Ah.

Er... excuse me, miss.

My young and, er... very
inexperienced friend here

has had a little too much to drink.

But I must finish these
before I leave.

Would you be so kind
as to help me with them?

~ Are you planning a trip?
~ Er... a trip?

Oh, I see. Er... well, yes, a kind
of a trip, although not for me.

And it's, erm... sort
of already happened.

Our friend, the click beetle.

Trying to work out whether it's
possible he could have made

the journey between Martinique
and Saint-Marie.

And?

Well, it's a good 70 miles
between the two islands and,

while click beetles can fly,

it... it's really only at night
and really rather rare.

Maybe he ended up on a boat or
a plane and got carried over.

Yes, well, I've also
looked into that.

Um... all planes leaving
the Caribbean

are sprayed with insecticides
before departure.

Well, he would have been dead
before he left Martinique.

Well, you've certainly
been very thorough.

Do you think maybe we should...

Oh, yes, yes. Yes, of
course. Quite right.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Don't even think about it.

So, we know the night before his murder,
Stevie was fighting with Jim.

The two of them have always
had a stormy relationship,

but we don't know specifically
what this argument was about.

Vince. Stevie burnt his studio down.

~ And, as we know from insurance
checks, he wasn't covered.
~ Quite.

~ Morning, all.
~ Morning. How did you get on last night?

Oh, pretty good, Chief.
Exactly like you thought,

Jim turned up to the Bullet Bar, where
he met and had a drink with a woman.

Right. Did you manage
to find out who she was?

More than that, Chief.

~ HE CLEARS THROAT
~ Her name was Marie Etner.

She was a girl Jim knew from the last time
the band were on the island back in 1991.

Er... she and Jim had a
bit of a thing, you know?

~ Ah, interesting. Go on.
~ Well, that's only the start.

Turns out she fell pregnant
and had his kid.

~ So, Jim abandoned her?
~ Oh, no, no, no, no.

Jim never even knew he was the father,
not until the day before yesterday.

~ I... I don't understand.
~ Look.

When Marie found out she was
pregnant, she called Jim.

But she could only get hold of Stevie
and he promised to pass the message on.

And what? He didn't?

~ No.
~ So, let me get this right.

Stevie was never going to tell his
own brother he was going to be a dad?

Exactly. He only found
out about it two days ago.

That must be why they were
arguing in Stevie's room.

~ Good work, Dwayne.
~ Thank you, Chief.

Florence, I think you and I
need to go and speak to Jim.

~ I am really sorry, everyone...
~ Nothing to report, JP?

Er... Jim's still in his room, yeah?

Er... good work. Right, Chief?

Yes.

Come on, Florence!

~ Sarge.
~ I... I overslept. I was
going to come clean and...

And I covered for you. It's what they
don't teach you at police college.

We are a team.

So, I'll be counting on you to do exactly
the same thing for me next Thursday

when I'm recovering from Domino
Club and a few large rums.

Now, get yourself an aspirin and get
to it. We got a lot of work to do.

Chop chop!

HE GRUNTS

You didn't get on well,
you and Stevie?

We had a couple of fallouts and
the press built it up, yeah?

It was nothing serious.

~ No?
~ No.

Even when he kept things from you?

Like you becoming a father?

SPOON CLINKS

You spoke with Marie?

HE SIGHS

It was Vince who told
me that I had a son.

He thought I knew about
it and I just didn't care,

that I was being, you
know, same old Jimbo.

When I told Stevie,

I said I couldn't believe I'd had a kid
all these years and never knew about it,

and that's when he come clean.

Told me that he'd known all along.

That's what you were fighting
about in his hotel room?

~ You must have been furious.
~ That's one word for it.

You know, people dream about the
lifestyle that we used to lead.

Partying all night. Girls
on tab. It was crazy.

But if all you actually really want
is to meet someone and settle down...

~ .. it's not exactly the right
environment, if you know what I mean.
~ Is that what you wanted?

I'd have loved it.

A wife. A kid.

A family.

Just never seemed to happen.

Well, it did.

~ Just nobody told me.
~ So, why didn't Stevie tell you?

Because we'd had a big fight about
something and we weren't talking.

He kept it from me to spite me.

He admitted it! Apologised,
even, which Stevie never does.

Said that he'd messed up years ago and
wished he'd have done things differently.

~ Said he wanted to put things right.
~ Did you let him?

~ Did you forgive him?
~ No. I couldn't.

Maybe in time I might have.

But...

So, what did you do?

Hey, hang on. You don't
seriously think

I had anything to do
with his death, do you?

~ Did you?
~ Look, I hated Stevie for what he did.

But he was my brother!
I wouldn't kill him!

Look, you want a suspect to talk
to, you've so got the wrong guy.

There's members of this band who've got
a real axe to grind with my brother.

MUSIC PLAYS

Merci.

It's a little, er... down
at heel for a millionaire.

I like it. It's real.

When we were recording the first
album, me and Stevie used to
hang out in places like this.

Jam with the locals. Ah.

Great days.

Well, they were, until Stevie
got drunk and wound everyone up.

Jim tells us you started legal
proceedings against Stevie?

It's nothing. Loads of bands
end up in courtrooms.

And those cases are usually for huge
amounts, whereas your claim is...

For a pound.

~ You sue Stevie for a pound?
~ Pound of flesh'd be more appropriate.

I didn't want people thinking
I was doing it for the money.

Why are you doing it?

Credit.

Aside from one or two tracks
on that first album,

we all contributed to the
writing AND recording.

But you look at the writing credits
for every track and it's...

Lyrics by Stevie, music by Pete?

~ Smith and Thunders, yeah.
~ It's a fairly normal arrangement, isn't it?

I wrote specific lines.

I wrote verses for songs
that I took to Stevie.

He said they wouldn't work,
and then, a day or so later,

they'd crop up again in another
song that HE'D written.

I just want to set
the record straight.

I want my credit.

There's nothing wrong with
wanting that, is there?

Now,

if you'll excuse me...

I spoke with Disco's lawyer, who said
it would have been hard to prove...

~ Mm?
~ .. that he co-wrote the songs,

and that instead he should have
appealed to Stevie's goodwill.

Mm, I wonder where that got him.

Apparently, Stevie told Disco

he'd amend the credit listing on
any reissue of the first album.

But then the record company
just sent this over.

It's the design for the
reissued album artwork,

and, as you'll see, no
mention of Disco Biscuit.

Has Disco seen this?

All band members were sent an early
copy for approval two days ago.

So, Disco Biscuit knew that
Stevie was shafting him?

Which is fine, is fine,

but while he may have had a motive,
he didn't have the opportunity.

See, from the recordings,

we know that Disco was in the
studio when the power went out.

~ As was Vince.
~ Yes, I know.

~ And Pete and Cheryl.
~ Yes, thank you.

~ And Jim.
~ Yes, I know.

None of them had the opportunity.

HE SIGHS

"Lee Vale Productions".

Lee Vale. Lee Vale.

Where have I heard that name before?

Who is this Lee Vale?

No, Lee Vale isn't a person. It's,
er... some kind of record company.

Lee Vale Productions. They're behind
the reissue of the album. Lee Vale.

~ Is there an address?
~ Yes.

Er... 17 Lee Vale, Marston, Oxford...

Of course. Flower Seeds.

~ Here.
~ And here.

"Edited by Daisy Buttercup".
Her address is...

"17 Lee Vale, Marston, Oxford."

So, Daisy Buttercup is
Lee Vale Productions?

~ The one and the same.
~ So, who is this notorious
Miss Daisy Buttercup?

I know.

MUSIC PLAYS

Thank you for your time, Cheryl.

Or do you prefer "Daisy Buttercup"?

I'm sorry. I'm going to have
to go and, erm... change.

Oh, no, don't worry. It
will soon dry in the sun.

Care to bring us up to
speed about how Daisy,

the number-one fan, became
the band's manager?

Disco Biscuit bought my house.
That's, er... how we met and...

And according to our research,

you've been in the music
business for three months.

I know I'm not exactly what you'd
call, er... qualified, but...

I have very good
organisational skills

and when I set my mind to something,
I make sure it happens.

I got the band back together again.
I did the deal with the beer company.

I mean, even yesterday Stevie was saying
he wasn't going to sign the contract.

But, you know, then, when
it came to it, he did.

I mean, I... I made that happen.

This must be... a dream
come true for you.

Sorry?

Managing the one rock band you've
spent your life following.

Adoring.

Yeah, I guess I'm... very fortunate.

And who in the band knew that
as well as their manager,

you're actually their biggest fan?

None of them.

So, what exactly were you up to?

Sorry, I don't know what you mean.

Well, I mean, come on. Your behaviour
is verging on that of a stalker.

That... That is not true.

I... I just wanted to try something
new... I just... with my life.

You know, try something different.

You did it to get close
to Stevie, didn't you?

~ SHE SCOFFS
~ What?

That necklace, I've seen it before.

'Grand Central Beer? I'm no sell-out,
especially not that stuff.

'It's crap!'

It belonged to Stevie, didn't it?

He gave it to me.

Seems quite a personal kind of gift.

Were you and Stevie
having a relationship?

I fell for him.

I'd always had a crush on
him since I was a... a kid,

but I thought I was over it,

and then, you know, we met, and
he just swept me off my feet.

And then?

He, um...

he... he ended it.

He'd fallen in love with
the band again, you see,

and, you know, he needed
to concentrate on that.

HUMPHREY: 'And were you
OK with him ending it?'

No!

I was NOT OK.

~ SHE SIGHS
~ Yeah, OK, I admit it.
I was in love with him.

And that's exactly why I
wouldn't have killed him.

HUMPHREY: The answer has to be here,

somewhere.

Stevie Smith had a fling with
Cheryl Moore, number-one fan.

Breaks her heart.

Disco Biscuit's suing Stevie
for not crediting him.

Jim Smith could have been a father,
had Stevie not hushed it up.

Vince. Stevie burnt his studio down.

All of them have a motive.

But none of them had the opportunity.

At 12 o'clock, Stevie was
having his daily swim.

One of the suspects pushes live stage
lights into the pool, electrocuting him.

They then sawed one of
the support pins in half,

in an attempt to make it look like it
had, after years of use, finally broken,

meaning Stevie's death looked
like an awful accident.

But... but for that very reason,
we know he was actually murdered

and the only five people
who could have done it

were all together in the
studio when it happened,

thus presenting us with what is,
it would seem, an impossible murder.

We are getting nowhere!

Oh!

Argh! Let's take a break,
clear our heads.

HE SIGHS

And you're not helping matters.

I mean, why were you there? Why
were you at our crime scene?

~ Sir?
~ Yes?
~ You're talking to a dead beetle.
~ I know I am.

Do you think maybe you
should get some fresh air?

That's probably a very good idea.

Ah, sir?

It will soon dry in the sun.

HUMPHREY: 'Why were you
at our crime scene?'

Maybe he ended up on a boat or
a plane and got carried over.

I think the pin snapped and the whole
thing fell into the swimming pool.

Ha!

Right.

Of course.

The last time anyone is heard leaving
the studio after Stevie is ten o'clock.

Stevie was excited, reenergised.

Said he wanted to put things right.

Yesterday Stevie was saying he
wasn't going to sign the contract,

but when it came to it, he did.

STEVIE: 'Grand Central Beer?

'No way. I'm no sell-out, especially
not that stuff. It's crap!'

~ Good Lord!
~ You've got it?

Yes, I think I have. We need
to get everyone together.

But first I need to check
something in the studio.

~ Oh. And, Dwayne, catering.
~ You want me to bring food?

The company who provided the catering equipment
at the studio, dig out their details.

Come on, JP!

Got it. Bag it.

Good.

TABLE SCRAPES

Yes. Ahem!

OK.

First off, apologies for bringing you all
out here to the scene of Stevie's murder.

Now, I know he was a good friend to
all of you, a brother to some of you.

So, why would any of
you want to kill him?

~ Cheryl...
~ I didn't do it!

..AKA Daisy Buttercup.

Number-one fan. Editor of
the fanzine Flower Seeds.

~ That was you?
~ Responsible for reuniting the band.

~ I'm no killer.
~ But you are Stevie's biggest fan.

And his lover, briefly, before
he broke your heart.

Vince? You strike me as
being a very patient man,

biding your time, waiting
for Stevie to return,

the man who burned down your
studio and ruined you.

I couldn't kill Stevie.
I couldn't kill anyone.

And Disco Biscuit.

I'd prefer it if you call me Duncan.

~ Why would you want to kill Stevie?
~ I wouldn't.

Even though your contribution to
the band has never been recognised?

Stevie still ensured the reissued
CD didn't credit you.

I was in the studio when
Stevie was killed.

Of course you were.

Rock-solid alibi, same
as everyone else.

HE SIGHS And Jim.

Stevie deprived you of the
one thing you wanted in life.

A family.

I told you, Stevie was my brother.

I wouldn't have hurt him.

No.

No, but Pete would.

We know you attacked Stevie in
Cardiff when the band split,

and we also know that Stevie
potentially costing you

the beer commercial money
was "Cardiff again".

And now we know you murdered him.

What?

You what?

Grand Central Beer brought
you all back together

and it pushed you all
apart again, didn't it?

It was an accident! What
are you going on about?

Stevie may have initially been
seduced by a quick payday...

.. but then things changed for him.

No way. I'm no sell-out,
especially not that stuff.

I told you, the beer company are
delighted with that little clip.

But there was a bigger
problem than the bad press

that clip might have brought
you, wasn't there?

Stevie, the new Stevie...

.. didn't want to sell out.

He was still a man of the people...

.. and because of that, he
refused to sign that contract.

But I told you, he did.
He did sign the contract.

And you saw Stevie sign it?

No.

- Pete did. - The
date on the contract

indicates that Stevie signed
it yesterday morning.

HUMPHREY: He was pretty
adamant in that recording.

I think he had no intention of changing
his mind and signing that contract,

and that is why you
had to kill him...

.. so you could forge his signature

and collect the half a million
dollars you so needed.

This is ridiculous. How would
I forge his signature?

Oh, it's not that hard. I mean,
not if you had the means.

Just place this under the contract
where Stevie's signature should be,

and just trace it over.

The thing is, if you
had done it that way,

then you would be able
to see the indentations

where you went over
Stevie's signature.

Erm... there.

Half a million dollars split
between you and Stevie.

Plus the prospect of capitalising
on the advert, and touring.

How are we going to tour without a singer?
This band is nothing without Stevie!

Oh, I don't think you believe
that for a second.

That's why you made sure that Stevie
died in such an iconic way.

Electrocuted in a swimming
pool. Legend!

I mean, the publicity and the attention
would be enormous. You would clean up.

But Pete was with us in the
studio when Stevie was...

HUMPHREY: Was murdered, yes.

DISCO: Oh, come on!

That was the clever part.

How could someone be at the pool
to push the stage lights in

when all of you were in the
studio the entire morning?

All except for you, Pete.

It was around ten o'clock
when you popped out -

perfect time to set your trap.

Your intention was for us to assume
that the whole thing was an accident,

a worn pin snapping
after years of use.

The pin snapped and the whole thing
fell into the swimming pool.

And that's how we knew
it was murder all along.

The pin had been very clearly...

cut with a saw.

Which brings us to...

.. the click beetle, who was an
unknowing accomplice to murder.

You see, when we first arrived
on the crime scene,

it bothered me that there
was water in the planter

that was sitting in front of
the fallen lighting stand,

but not in any of the others.

The supply company Cheryl used
for the party - we checked it.

Some of the gear came
from Martinique.

It was the same island
our clip beetle came from.

You know, I think he hopped
into the catering equipment,

a freezer, to be specific,
and got shipped over,

and so our little beetle here...

.. ended up encased
in a block of ice.

In fact, the one particular block of
ice you used to kill Stevie Smith.

'Earlier in the morning
at ten o'clock,

'knowing that Stevie would
take his daily swim at noon.

'you used one of the
caterer's blocks of ice

'to rest one of the legs
of the lighting stand on,

'and as the sun was at
its midday height...

'.. the ice would melt,
the support would fail...

'.. Stevie would be electrocuted.

'And with the planter placed
at the front of the stage,'

you'd even planned a place for the melted
water to drain off, leaving no trace.

Well, er...

almost no trace.

Hats off to you, Mr Thunders.

You really gave us
a run for our money.

Very entertaining.

But what a load of... rubbish.

Is it?

No.

You... you don't do that to me.

No, you don't do that to me!

That man! That idiot!

I'm the artiste!

Every bad thing that ever happened
to us was because of him!

Urgh!

Aargh!

Can't... can't swim!

Hold your feet down!

MUSIC PLAYS

Chief!

JP seems to have fitted in well.

Well, yeah, er... yes, Florence.

He's not the only one, though.

I... I have to say that you have been
absolutely, unquestionably, brilliant

~ over the last two days.
~ Thank you.

No, I... I mean, the
way you handled Cheryl.

Spotting the necklace.
Her affair with Stevie.

It's just phenomenal.

And then there's, well... well,
everything else, really.

Every time I've lost the plot or
couldn't find a piece of evidence,

or literally have nowhere
to turn, there you were.

I... I mean, it's like we've
been partners for years.

What? What is it?

I have a confession.

I received a letter from Camille.

~ Oh?
~ With very detailed instructions
on how to deal with you.

THEY CHUCKLE

So, if there's anyone you
should thank, it's her.

Well, even so, very well done.

Congratulations on completing
your first case as a DS.

~ To you.
~ To Camille.
~ To you both.

Although... although you
are already a great DS,

and I'm sure will become
an even better DS,

there are many, many more
things you need to learn

before becoming a truly amazing DS.

I know. I know there's
so much work to do and...

I'm not talking about work.

Every good detective should
have their dancing shoes on,

and this is a good and
happy tune. Come on.

~ No.
~ Come on.

SHE CHUCKLES

♪ Thank him for the grass
that grows on the land

♪ Even the birds, with
such sweet songs

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Get it together

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Can you dig it?

♪ Boom shaka lacka lacka

♪ Boom, boom, boom

♪ Boom shaka lacka lacka

♪ Boom, boom, boom

♪ Hey... ♪

DWAYNE: It's been 15 years since
we were last in the final.

It's been going on for generations.

I'm not completely ignorant

when it comes to international
sports, you know.

Honour and sportsmanship
is the nature of the game,

not always the nature
of those that play it.

~ This is Anton Borr-idge.
~ Er... Burr-age.

He is an odious little toad.

BANG!

AIDEN: There is nothing Hank
wouldn't do to win that trophy.