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Yes!

~ Yes! Yes!
~ Yes!

Yes!

'What a thrilling final,
ladies and gentlemen.

'Team Saint Marie will
play Team Isla Jonas

'in the finals of the 2015
Inter-Island Championships!

'So give it up now!'

Yes!

~ Maybe we should be doing something.
~ Relax!

They're training, because
they're worried.

You were amazing today, girls!

~ Yes, we were.
~ One glass.

The final's in two days and training
starts in the morning, OK?

~ You want to know how you did?
~ Does it really matter?

Hey!

It'll be getting dark soon.

I suggest you get an early
night and rest that foot up.

Shells? You ready?

Shelly?

If you're looking for your
partner, she just drove off.

You're welcome.

Woke up with a really bad headache.

~ Thought I'd run it off.
~ There's water in the bag.

We'll try out the foot today.

Take off the bandage and see
how we get on from there.

~ It feels better when I walk on it.
~ Good.

Sorry! Sorry!

Where is she?

There's our Jeep. She can't be far.

I'll go and check.

OK...

Get on it. You go that side.

That's it, that's it.

Mmm...

~ Five years of hurt.
~ Hmm?

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

I didn't know you
followed volleyball?

What?! I'm a big, big fan!

And what do you like most about it?

Huh? Er...

You know, the... the tactics!

~ Tactics?
~ You know, the...

getting the ball over the net thing
before it touches the ground.

You know, the jumping up and punching!
It's great! It's a beautiful game!

Hmm. Nothing to do with
the skimpy bikinis,

~ then?
~ Bikinis?

This is a serious
game here, you know.

~ It's been going on for generations!
~ I was seven.

~ What?
~ Last time we reached the final?

Seven?! Ha!

How could you have been seven? How could
anybody have been seven 15 years ago?!

~ Well, how old were you?
~ Er... um...

~ Early twenties... ish.
~ Morning, all.

~ Morning, Chief.
~ Morning.

It's absolutely heaving out there.
I've never seen so many people.

Everybody's here for the
beach volleyball final.

~ You wouldn't think people would get
so excited about a volleyball match!
~ Dwayne does.

~ Better believe it.
~ Really?
~ Seems he's a bit of a tactical expert.

Yet more hidden talents, eh, Dwayne?

Ah! Oh...

Ah! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Who moved my desk?

Look, I always lean
back in that chair

and I can usually get a good 15
degrees before... wall stoppage.

~ Honore Police?
~ Look, you can see where
the leg marks used to be.

~ I can see it's moved.
~ What?!

~ There!
~ We'll be right there.

~ What is it?
~ A body's been found on Turtle Beach.

By the volleyball practice ground!

Shelly Kennedy!

Who?

She's the star player
with Team Isla Jonas.

~ Beach volleyball team?
~ Yes.

Isla Jonas are in the
final with Saint Marie.

~ Mm-hm.
~ She was found by her doubles partner.

No sign of car keys or any
other personal belongings.

Apart from the mobile
phone she's holding.

Right.

Um...

~ Sir?
~ Mmm?

~ Oh, Lord! Morning, sir!
~ Morning.

~ It's Shelly Kennedy?
~ Er, yes, it would appear so, sir.

I'm sorry.

She was a wonderful young lady.
Her family will be devastated.

~ This is Anton Borridge.
~ Burr-age.

Anton Burrage.

Governor-Elect of Isla Jonas...

.. and close personal friend.

Selwyn informs me you are
an outstanding detective?

Oh?

~ Well, um, er...
~ Is that a... coffee stain?

Someone moved my desk! Um, I
can assure you, sir, er, sirs,

that we will do everything we can to
find out what happened to Miss Kennedy.

Do we know how she died?

Well, it appears she was
stabbed, sir. Er, may I?

~ Of course.
~ Thank you.

But I would like to be kept informed
of any and all developments.

Yeah. Yes, of course, sir.

Mr... B... Burrage.

OK, um, so the victim's Jeep was seen

driving away from the hotel
at around 7.40am this morning.

~ Which hotel?
~ Well...

It's an old holiday
resort, The Palms,

converted into a kind of Sports
Village for the games.

It's about 6km away.

So they saw the Jeep leave,
but not the driver?

No.

OK, Chief, so... this is the practice
beach for all the teams,

but only the finalists
are still here.

~ Saint Marie in the green.
Isla Jonas in blue.
~ Let's not turn this into a circus.

~ Get these people back to the resort
and we'll interview them there.
~ Yes, Chief.

And, Dwayne? Complete
forensics and the search.

~ Let's clear the site as soon as we can.
~ Chief!

Oh, and, Dwayne? Call
this Sports Village.

I want the victim's room
secured until we get there.

JP?

How many public beaches
are there on Saint Marie?

~ Um, I'm not sure. 100 maybe?
~ Hmm!

But the body was dumped at the
very one the volleyball teams use,

making it almost certain she
was found by someone she knew.

You think she was left
here on purpose?

No, I just think it's a bit
of a coincidence, don't you?

I hate coincidences.

No, that was really
helpful, thank you.

Just send on the full report
when you have something.

Stabbed in the heart. Death
would have been instant.

And they're estimating the death occurred
within the last three hours.

Which makes it any
time after, what, 7am?

~ Yes.
~ And the knife?

17cm blade. Plastic handle with
little inserts in the handle.

Nothing unique enough
to trace a source.

How soon before we can get
the phone she was holding?

Oh, they're taking blood and
fingerprints, then they will release it.

I've already asked JP to check with her
network, see what calls were made from it.

~ Very thorough, Florence.
~ Thank you, sir.

Hey, guys, you want the
good news or the bad news?

~ Bad.
~ Good.

Well, the good news is the victim's room was
locked and secured the moment I called in.

~ And the bad?
~ The cleaners had already been in at 8am.

Yup! Clean as a whistle.

I spoke to the cleaners. They said
they didn't notice anything unusual,

except there was a bed sheet missing.

The victim was wrapped
in a bed sheet.

So, despite having a
contaminated crime scene,

it seems likely that the victim was killed
in her room and driven to the beach?

So the killer intended to dispose
of the body, but was disturbed?

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

8am?

That's rather early to clean
hotel rooms, isn't it?

Aren't people still in bed?

The room was cleaned early at the request
of the Isla Jonas coach, Hank Laymon.

I think we'd better talk
to him, don't you?

~ Dwayne, get everyone together, will you?
~ Chief.

Very clean. Let's get a forensic
sweep done anyway.

There might be blood traces
still here somewhere.

Sir?

So it wasn't robbery. Bag it up anyway.
We'll take it back with us.

That lock is broken.

Short walk to the car park.

The killer killed her, wrapped
her in the bed sheet

and carried her through
these doors to her Jeep?

They felt they had to move the body.

~ Why?
~ Sorry?

Think about it.

Why move the body, carry it outside in
broad daylight to the victim's own car?

Why take that risk?

Unless they had to.

We had it in the qualifiers
earlier on this year.

Shelly got a stomach bug, knocked
her out of the match.

I found a sub, but we only just
managed to scrape through.

So, wherever we stay,
I supervise the catering

and make sure the rooms are cleaned as
soon as we leave for the training ground.

~ It's easy enough to check.
~ Oh, we will.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to harm Shelly?

Shelly was our star player.

We already had one injury. Without Shelly,
we wouldn't have a chance in the final.

What is that supposed to mean?!

So tell me I'm wrong.

What, you're not seriously suggesting
that she was murdered because of

a beach volleyball match?

I'm not suggesting anything.

Just ignore him!

Freak!

Mr Parker?

I understand you saw the
Jeep leave the resort?

Yes, er, about 7.40.

You didn't see the driver?

The driver? But it was Shelly.

We have good reason
to think it wasn't.

~ Was anyone with you when you saw it?
~ Er... yeah.

I went to wake Shelly.
She wasn't in her room.

I came outside, he told me
that she'd already driven off.

If you're looking for your
partner, she just drove off.

But you didn't actually
see the Jeep yourself?

No.

I saw it.

~ And you are?
~ Alison Turner.

Saint Marie team captain.

I'd gone out early for a
jog, to run off a headache.

It went past me down the beach road.

But you didn't see the driver?

I just recognised the Jeep.

'I'd seen her driving it.

'I remember thinking Isla
Jonas was starting early.

'Only, when I got back, I saw
the other two were still here.'

What time was this?

Quarter to eight?

So, if you saw the Jeep leave at 7.40

and you saw it again on the beach
road a few minutes later,

how much longer before
you all left the resort?

~ About five minutes?
~ No more.

And both teams left the
resort at the same time

and arrived at the beach together?

More or less.

So, prior to Mr Parker seeing
the Jeep leave, before 7.40,

can I ask where you all were?

I was having breakfast
in my room, er,

then I went for a walk just
to get some fresh air.

I woke up just after seven
and went for my run.

I was having a shower.

Yes, I woke up, went to find Shelly,

then I went to Dad's room
to tell him Shelly had left.

Dad? Oh, yes, of course.

~ You're both Laymon.
~ I heard Dad in the shower.

Dad, Shelly's already gone down.

We'll have to take your car.

Then I went back to
my room to get my bag.

I hadn't slept well.

I didn't get up till
just before we left.

None of you saw Shelly
Kennedy this morning...

before you found her
body on the beach?

Right.

~ What do you think?
~ I think that someone's lying.

Think about it.

If this was a random killing, why didn't
they take anything from her room,

leave her where she fell and run?
I think that Shelly knew her killer.

They knew which room she was in,
they knew which car she drove,

and they went to the trouble
of moving the body. Why?

~ No-one in there could be our killer.
~ Because?

Because they couldn't drive
the body to the beach 6km away

and get back in the
space of ten minutes.

They all have a perfect alibi.

Florence, you know what I hate more than
a coincidence in a murder enquiry?

What?

A perfect alibi.

~ Contents of the victim's room.
~ Ah!
~ Needs to be logged.

~ Yes, Sarge.
~ OK!

Thorough checks on all hotel staff,
gardeners, delivery companies,

anyone who had cause to be
at the resort this morning.

Background police and
financial checks on

~ both teams and their support networks.
~ Yes, sir.

Check the resort CCTV,
if they've got any,

and also check the hotels that Team
Isla Jonas have stayed at recently

and check that what Hank Laymon said about
them having their rooms cleaned is true.

Any news on the victim's
mobile phone network?

I'll check.

~ Question - why do you move a body?
~ Concealment.

If there is no body, how do you
know there's been a murder?

~ Good.
~ To put it somewhere else.

Why?

I have no idea.

Because there's always something
on or about the victim's body

~ that will incriminate you.
~ Excellent!

So which one of those explains why
someone would go to all the trouble

of dumping Shelly Kennedy's
body in broad daylight?

~ Chief?
~ Yes?

Look what I just found stuffed in
the pocket of the victim's purse.

Ah.

Very interesting.

Hank Laymon had just got
himself involved in a...

a sports bar chain or something and
needed to divide his time a bit,

have someone else take over the
training of the girls for a while.

The money was good. I
just went there to work.

I never meant for me and her to...

But nobody knows about
this, OK? Nobody.

Coach, player - it's
against ABV regulations.

~ ABV?
~ The Association of Beach Volleyball.

They are heavy on anything that
brings the game into disrepute.

So you were still seeing each other?

No. I ended it and came
back to Saint Marie.

These... these last few weeks have
been the hardest of my life.

Seeing her every day and not
being able to speak to her.

So you're telling
us you haven't spent

any time alone together
during this competition?

No.

Hank watches her like a hawk.
He would have gone ballistic.

He hated us fraternising.

So he's competitive.

Isn't that the nature of the game?

Honour and sportsmanship is the
nature of the game, Detective.

Not always the nature
of those that play it.

Believe me, there is nothing Hank
wouldn't do to win that trophy.

If the...

Go on.

It doesn't matter.

If you knew Shelly so well,

even from a distance,
how did she seem to you?

Tired.

'Jasmine had hurt her ankle in
a football kickabout on the beach

'after the quarterfinals and Shelly
had been carrying her a bit.

'I saw her yesterday evening,
sitting by the pool.'

She looked like she had the weight
of the world on her shoulders.

Can I ask you a question, Dwayne?

Sure, that's what I'm here for.

And you don't have
to ask if you can ask.

You need to see me
as your guide, yeah?

Your mentor, your first
point of contact,

a friend, confidante,

your light at the end of
the tunnel. All right?

~ Yes. Thank you.
~ Good.

So ask away now.

Do we have any biscuits?

In the cupboard, man!

~ Ah, Chief!
~ Yes?

The victim's phone is back, and it's only
her own blood and fingerprints on it,

nothing else, and the final call
made last night was to her parents.

The last text was to Jasmine Laymon
at 9pm last night and it reads...

~ "Sorry. Made an appointment
for tomorrow afternoon."
~ An appointment for what?

That's all there was. But
there is something else.

JP went through her apps, and
there's a voice memo recorder.

~ And?
~ There's only one file...

.. and it has today's date.

So it had to be recorded
this morning?

~ Yes, I'd say so, sir.
~ Please tell me there's a time.
~ Sorry.

Listen.

~ That is weird.
~ How extraordinary.

Her breathing, it feels strained.

You think it's after
she's been stabbed?

Yes, possibly.

But without a time, we
can't be sure what it is.

And why would anyone record
their own breathing? Right...

Everyone who we know she had any kind of
relationship with has a perfect alibi.

So are we missing
something? Hotel staff?

Two of the cleaners confirm
seeing Jasmine Laymon

knock on the victim's
door around 7.40.

But everyone at the resort has
been there for at least a year.

None with any criminal records

and we can't find anyone
with links to the victim.

So, if she made an appointment, then the
chances are she did it with her phone.

Run all the numbers she called
yesterday before 9pm.

Call them all and see if she made
an appointment with any of them

~ and, if so, what it was all about.
~ Yes, Chief.

They won't find out anything.

I spoke to the guy in charge of the
investigation this morning. He's an idiot!

Look, just hold your nerve.

Uh-huh!

Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow. Uh-huh.

Confirm arrangements. All right.

I can clearly see it's moved!

~ There!
~ Sir?

~ Yes, JP?
~ Er, I ran a check on all the hotels

that the Isla Jonas team stayed at
in the past three months, six in all.

They all said that Coach Laymon insisted
on inspecting the kitchens

and that he had the rooms cleaned every
morning as soon as they left for training.

All right, thank you, JP.

~ Thank you. Chief?
~ Yes, Dwayne?

One of the victim's calls
was made to the ABV at 6pm.

The Association of Beach Volleyball?

Hey, well done, Chief, huh?!

Ah?

Yes, well, I'm not
completely ignorant

when it comes to international
sports, you know?

Anyway, I spoke to the secretary
at the ABV, a very nice lady,

and Shelly Kennedy had made an
appointment to speak to the head
of regulatory compliance.

Now, why do you arrange a meeting
with regulatory compliance?

To report somebody? Make
some sort of complaint?

Yet again, all fingers point
to the volleyball squads.

The people with perfect alibis.

Right, we'll go and talk to Jasmine Laymon
about this, er, mystery appointment.

In the meantime, you and JP look into

whether it's possible to get to
the beach and back in ten minutes.

See if you can't make it a little
bit, er, less impossible.

No problem, Chief.

~ Oh, and, Dwayne?
~ Chief?

Any joy with the CCTV
at the Sports Village?

The only camera that does work
only covers the main gate.

~ I'm picking up the tape in one hour.
~ Well done, Dwayne.

~ Thank you, Chief.
~ Florence!

Sarge.

Right, so where do we start?

Lost property box.

People seem to be taking this volleyball
competition very seriously.

That's because we're
playing Isla Jonas.

It goes back generations.

You were born here, you hate them.
You're born there, you hate us.

Like it's part of the culture.

Right, it's, er, like
the North-South divide?

The what?

Oh, well, back in England, there's
this sort of ingrained rivalry

between people from the North
and people from the South.

~ But you're all from the same island?
~ Yes, but, um...

there's still a lot of differences
depending on which side

~ of the line you're from.
~ Such as?

Well, people from the North
are all like, er...

"Ey up! Whippet's sick,
pass us barm cake!"

Whereas people from the
South are more like,

"Do you what? Leave it out!
You're 'aving a larf?"

Or words to that effect.

I have no idea what you just said!

I know. Imagine how people
in the Midlands must feel.

The what lands?

Oh, right.

What?!

~ I didn't want to worry you.
~ You didn't know about this?

No.

But you didn't agree with
her contacting the ABV?

Look, I was trying to convince her not to
get involved, to just leave things alone.

What exactly did she want
to talk to them about?

This.

~ I thought you sustained that injury
kicking a football about on the beach?
~ I did.

But that's not what Shelly thought.

She thought it had
been done on purpose.

The text she sent you last night

also said she was sorry.
An apologetic text.

Like perhaps you were the one she
was planning on complaining about?

~ No!
~ Then who?

Alison Turner.

'Shelly thought it was deliberate.

'She wanted me

'to put in a complaint
myself, but I said no.

'She wouldn't let it go. We
spent days arguing about it.'

I didn't want to tell you.

I just knew you'd...

I tried to talk her out of it!

You see, I don't understand.

If Alison injured you on purpose,
why wouldn't you want to report it?

Because it doesn't matter whether
it was done on purpose or not.

A good player needs to be on their
guard for this sort of thing.

And Jasmine wasn't.

The mistake is hers.

Now... are we done here?

Not the easiest people
to warm to, are they?

~ And I don't even have your prejudices.
~ Except against the South.

North! I'm from the South!

~ Were those accents not clear?
~ Er...

35 minutes.

What's he wearing? Dwayne, when I said look
into the timings, I didn't mean, er...

~ Good work, JP.
~ Ah, Chief!

I have the camera footage
from the main gate.

Anything?

OK, so this is the only way
in or out of the resort.

At 7.39, the Jeep leaves,
like everyone said.

But at this angle, we
can't see who's driving.

Then no-one goes in, no-one goes out
until ten minutes later, at 7.51.

Fast forward...

Out comes the car with
Hank and Jasmine Laymon

followed by the people carrier
with the Saint Marie team

and that's it. We did try
to find a short cut on foot,

but there's absolutely no way
you could get there any quicker.

~ Even Usain Bolt couldn't do it.
~ Then it's clear.

None of these five could
have killed Shelly Kennedy.

Team?

~ Commissioner.
~ Sir.

Er, I'll just go and, er...

Yes.

Progress?

Er, not very much, I'm afraid, sir.

We're finding it quite hard to
get any traction on this one.

I see.

~ Suspects?
~ Er... not exactly.

I wish I could have more that you
could pass on to your friend,

er, Mr... Burrage.

Detective Inspector, when I earlier
introduced Governor-Elect Borr-idge

as a "close personal friend",

I believe that is what you
would refer to as a white lie.

Anton Borr-idge and I have been
many things over the years,

but... friends is not one of them.

I see.

He is an odious little toad,

but protocol demands that
I make him feel welcome.

~ We understand each other?
~ Perfectly, sir.

Excellent!

Then I look forward to hearing of
exciting developments very soon.

~ Team.
~ Sir!

Commissioner.

Wait! We do have a suspect.

~ We do?
~ Alison Turner.

She said she was out jogging.

So how come we didn't
see her coming back

~ on that camera footage?
~ And she said she saw the Jeep.

Plus she was also the
person we now know

that the victim was about
to report to the ABV.

Hang on!

You're not seriously...?

I had no problem with Shelly Kennedy

and, if she had one with me, it's
the first I'm hearing of it.

It was an accident!

~ Everyone could see that!
~ Shelly thought otherwise.

~ Then why didn't she say
anything to me about it?
~ You tell us.

She was really going to report
her to the ABV? Seriously?

Look, there was no love lost between
us, I'm not denying that.

But me and Maz have had to
work to get where we are.

We did not have the Laymons' money,
home gyms and private trainers.

Maz is trying to support her whole family
from what we earn on the circuit.

But, out the lot of them, Shelly
is the only one I had time for.

If anything, I always felt a bit
sorry for her, stuck with them two.

Why do you say that?

He's a cold son of a bitch,
I'll tell you that much.

When you told us to go back to the
resort, they came back with us,

but Aiden was so shook
up, he couldn't drive,

so Hank drove instead.

'We'd only just left the beach.

'Nobody was talking, we were just
all in shock. Couldn't believe it.

'Jasmine had been the first
one to see the body,

'but I don't think it really
hit her until then.'

~ Pull over!
~ What?

Pull over!

'I saw him.

'He couldn't even look at her.

'Like he was ashamed that she was
showing any kind of weakness,

'any kind of emotion.'

He gives me the creeps.

Anyway, I'm the one that saw
the killer leaving. Remember?

Er, yes. Your jog. We checked the
footage of the CCTV at the entrance.

We never saw you.

Because I don't come back
through the main entrance!

I run along the perimeter footpath,
come back through the chalets.

Look, whatever you think,

I didn't hurt Jasmine on purpose and I certainly
didn't kill anybody to cover it up.

Thank you.

Nope! Still don't get it. Why
did the killer move the body?

And if it being at the same beach
the teams use for practice

wasn't a coincidence,

then why take it there knowing
they'd be disturbed?

Then everything points to the killer
being someone who knew Shelly,

yet the people who know her
all have a cast-iron alibi.

Is that why the body was left there?

To provide the alibi in the first place,
some kind of weird double bluff?

But even then, how did they get
there and back in the time?

Chief? Just got the forensics
back from the victim's room.

They used Luminol, the works,

but they couldn't find a single
trace of blood in the whole place.

Plenty of bleach. But no blood.

It's as if the killer knew
the room would be cleaned.

Hank Laymon asked for
it to be cleaned.

Yes, but he did that wherever they stayed,
so everyone else would know that too.

It's been a long day. Maybe
we should take a break

and clear our heads. come
at things fresh tomorrow.

Yes, OK.

~ I'll buy the first beer.
~ Yes, OK.

'Magpies. Gunners.'

Corrie. Enders. Um...

Blur. Oasis.

~ What do any of those words mean?
~ I don't know.

Now ask him to explain
the Middle-lands.

~ Midlands!
~ Midlands.

But it doesn't make any sense, Chief!
You... you all live on the same island!

~ How are you, Catherine?
~ Oh, fine, fine. Keeping busy.

Yes, er, cooking for one does take
some getting used to, doesn't it?

Ah, what's that silly English
expression? Two birds and one stone?

~ Two birds with one stone.
~ Exactly!

We should dine together
from time to time.

I hate to see my lovely trecho
curry going to waste.

I'm always making far too much.

~ Um, trecho curry?
~ Yup.

Goat meat, copra, boniato and
burning hot habanero peppers.

Spontaneous combustion in a bowl.

Let me know when you're ready.

OK.

Is it really that hot?

The locals will only
eat it in the winter,

when it's really, really
cold, below 25 degrees.

Why didn't JP join us?

Oh, he said he's got himself a date.

Which is not surprising, really.

I think he's trying to
mould himself in my image.

Congratulations! You have successfully
created competition for yourself.

Much younger competition.

I didn't think of that, you know.

What can I say?

We all create our own
Frankensteins, Dwayne. Cheers.

~ Cheers.
~ Cheers!

Yes, um, well, um, like you said, need
to sleep, fresh start in the morning.

Clear head and all that. Night-night.

You're going back to
the station, aren't you?

No.

Oh, and by the way. Frankenstein was the
creator, not the monster. Night-night.

Guess that makes you
the Frankenstein, then.

JP?!

Well, I had a place lined up when I first
came out of training, but it fell through.

And I found somewhere else,
sir, but it needs a deposit

and, with my family being on
the other end of the island...

~ You've been sleeping here?
~ Until I get my first pay slip, yes.

~ You were the one who moved my desk!
~ Well, sir, I...

I brought the portable telly
through to... to watch.

I'm sorry.

Am I fired?

Fired? Why would you be fired?

~ I'm over the moon.
~ Chief?

At least that's one mystery solved now.
There were too many banging around. No!

Now I get to go through this with
a clearer head. And you can help me.

That is, er, unless there's
somewhere else you need to be?

~ Er, no!
~ Good!

~ What's happened?
~ I don't know.

But if the Chief was worried about
his desk moving two inches,

I don't know what he's
going to make of this.

Homeless? A vagabond?

He's not homeless, he just
doesn't have a house.

~ So you didn't really have a date, then?
~ When would I have had the time?

JP, you've got to make time!

Boy, there's still so much I've got
to teach you! Right, that's it!

~ This weekend, me and
you are hitting the clubs.
~ You hear?

Right, well, leaving JP's housing and
love-life situation aside for a moment,

there is something
we need to show you.

We spent last night watching some of
the previous games in the contest.

We actually just wanted to see
the footage of Shelly's play,

but once we started watching,

~ we couldn't stop.
~ I'll bet!

Ahem...yeah. And that's
when we noticed something.

As good as the Isla Jonas team were,

there's only so much in
the match you can control.

Despite everything, there were games,
like this one, where Isla Jonas

are down to the closing minutes
of the game, but still need

to get one last point to win,
which is when this happens...

It looks like she let it drop.

Giving Isla Jonas the two-point
lead they needed to win the game.

~ So what?
~ So nothing, if this was a one-off.

Most of the time, Isla Jonas breezed it.
But any time they didn't - a double fault,

a dropped ball, bad return, you name it
- and always when Isla Jonas are behind.

~ You think there was match fixing going on?
~ Yes!

Here's another one where their opponents
seem to let the ball drop.

Wait! On that one! Go back.

She isn't in on it!

No, but from the look on her
face, she's starting to suspect.

That match was three weeks ago.

So, three weeks after Shelly
Kennedy started to suspect

that some of Isla Jonas' matches
may be fixed, she was murdered.

That is a coincidence I'm
not prepared to accept.

~ So we have a motive.
~ There's something else.

An appointment to go and see the ABV.

Was it to report Alison Turner,
as she told Jasmine Laymon,

or was it something more serious?

Making an allegation of match fixing

just before the Inter-Island
Final would wreak havoc.

JP, I want bank records from anyone
connected to the Isla Jonas team.

We're looking for
substantial chunks of money

going in or coming out of accounts
on the days of the matches.

~ Yes, sir.
~ Dwayne...

~ Yes, Chief!
~ Whoever it is

won't be match-fixing for glory.

Luckily, I know most of the
bookmakers on the island.

I thought you might. Let me
know if you've got anything.

Florence and I will head to
the resort. I've got a hunch

that someone else knew about
this. Come on, Florence!

~ How did you find out?
~ Probably the same way you did.

~ Watching the matches back-to-back.
~ Ah.

Yesterday, you wanted to tell
us something, didn't you?

Believe me, there is nothing Hank
wouldn't do to win that trophy.

Go on.

That was what you were going
to tell us, wasn't it?

~ I didn't know, not for sure.
~ But you suspected it?

Match fixing is serious.

Why didn't you report it?

Report what? A lucky streak? In this
profession, cheating is like...

It's the dirtiest word you could
say. I-I couldn't prove anything.

Did you ever discuss
it with anyone else?

Yeah, he told us.

And do you know what? I would
have loved to have believed it.

But no, whatever I might think
of them, those girls could play.

They wouldn't cheat.

That's a nice ring.

You know, when I was younger,
if ever I was nervous,

or trying to hide something,
I'd do this with my hair.

You do a similar thing with
that. I noticed it yesterday.

This is a murder enquiry.

Do you understand what that means?

So is there something
you'd like to tell us?

I'm so, so sorry.

I was offered money
to throw the final.

But I didn't take it, Alison. I
swear to you, I didn't take it.

Who offered you money?

I-I don't know.

'It was just moments
after we qualified.'

Hello?

Who is this?

He offered me 10,000.

Told me to think about it,
told me he'd call me later.

He?

Well, I-I think it was a
man, but... I don't know.

Whoever it was, they were
disguising their voice.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you were going to
take the money, weren't you?

It wasn't for me!

It was for Mum.

She can't keep up the
payments on her house.

Even with what I make playing,
it's not enough.

'I spent all day thinking about
it, going back and forth.

'The difference it would make...'

'I could change her life...

'for a stupid volleyball game.

'I wasn't sure whether I was going
to go through with it or not.

'Not until that moment.'

I was so close to picking it up...

But you didn't.

And that's all that matters.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to
have to ask for that phone.

Thank you.

JP, there's a number called this
phone two days ago at 4.30

and again the same evening. It
was from our mystery match fixer.

~ See if you can't put a name to it.
~ Yes, Chief.

~ Oh, and about those bank records, sir...
~ OK, Chief!

I had to call in favours, but I found
a big-time, under-the-counter bookmaker

who's admitted having dealings
with Hank Laymon.

~ Really?
~ Yup. Two days ago, he placed a considerable
bet on Isla Jonas for the final.

~ JP, do we have bank records to back that up?
~ That's the thing, sir. Hank
Laymon was declared bankrupt.

But the Laymons are one of the
richest families on Isla Jonas.

Well, that's up until 18 months
ago. I checked it out.

A failed business venture, looks
like a chain of sports bars, sir.

The bars Aiden Parker told us about.

They went into
administration 18 months ago.

~ So there were no large sums of money?
~ Well, one. A week ago,

he cleared out an old savings
account. 12,000, sir.

~ Looks like that's all he had.
~ But my guy said it was a 15,000 bet.

So, he managed to scratch
a bit more from somewhere.

So it seems clear that Hank Laymon was
somehow involved in this match fixing

and that Shelly Kennedy had
somehow discovered that.

But what is also clear is that
he couldn't have done it

~ on his own.
~ Why not?

Because, if he used every penny he
had to bet on Isla Jonas in the final,

then who was going to pay Maz
Shipley to throw her match?

~ So he had a partner?
~ My guess is

this partner was the one who
made the phone call to Maz.

~ JP, any luck with that number?
~ No, sir. It's coming up as unregistered.

Now, why does that not surprise me?

But it has to be someone who
was close to Hank Laymon.

Sir, the SIM was sold in
Isla Jonas, if that helps.

That just confirms what we know.
It has to be somewhere else.

OK, Chief, I'm going
to say something,

just because it popped
into my head, mind you.

There's only one other person
who wanted Islas Jonas to win

~ more than Hank Laymon did.
~ Go on.

The governor guy who came with the team,
"Barrage" or whatever his name is.

The Commissioner called him a toad,
right? And he looks loaded to me!

And from what I've heard, he would
do anything to see Isla Jonas

~ beat Saint Marie...
~ Dwayne...

that is either genius,
or slanderous libel.

~ JP? Can we get access to his statements?
~ I already got it.

~ You did?
~ Sir, you said I should get

~ everybody that's connected to the team.
~ I did?

Ha! Here! Large cash
withdrawals! 5,000 and 10,000!

~ Ahem!
~ So...

Laymon and the Commissioner's toad were
in it together up to their necks...

~ In what together?
~ Ah, sir! Ha-ha! Perfect timing.

If I were to suggest that
Governor-Elect Burrage

was capable of match fixing in
order to win the ABV final...

what would you say?

I need to get this
straight in my head.

You are actually accusing
me of fixing matches?

Those are some large sums of money
leaving your account of late,

and it seems to correspond

with significant key matches
throughout the games.

They also correspond to the
end of the tax year, Selwyn,

when, as you know, I'm always very
keen to donate any excess I have

to worthy charitable foundations.

Charitable foundations of which
you, presumably, are the patron?

But I suspect, if I were to continue
to follow the paper trail,

I would inevitably discover just
whose pocket that money ends up in.

Why don't you do that, then?

Um, would you mind...
showing me your mobile?

I did tell you I had
my best team on the job.

They secured this phone
from one of our players.

A call had been made to it
the day of the semifinal

offering a sum of money very similar
to the ones you so generously

donate to your charitable causes.

The number, naturally,
was unregistered.

Shall we dial it?

Ah!

Was there... anything else?

Sorry, Chief.

Don't be. It was an inspired thought. But
if it was his phone, it wasn't there.

Maybe we should go and
talk to Hank Laymon?

No, not yet. He'll just deny everything,
say he used the money for something else.

Even though he's our prime suspect,
we still have no way of placing him

at the murder scene or, more importantly,
getting him to the beach to dump the body.

And there's that question
again! Why dump the body?

Which one of you weighs
closest to ten stone?

~ Ow!
~ Careful, sir! Please! Er, OK...

Stop grabbing my jacket!
You're supposed to be dead!

~ I won't drop you!
~ Whoa!
~ Oh! Excuse me, sir!

No, don't. The killer had to do it!

Er... OK, quick, do it.

We'll assume the killer
opened it in advance.

Oof!

Sorry!

~ So... what did we learn?
~ That it wouldn't be easy.

I think I'll be covered
in bruises tomorrow...

and oil...

It serves you right, you should
have put something down first.

~ Can I get out now?
~ What?

Sir?

Never mind!

Oil! Was there oil on the body? No,
of course not, there was a sheet.

Post-mortem bruising can occur when tissue
is forcibly compressed against bone.

It happens when loading bodies
onto transport trolleys.

Was there bruising? No, there wasn't.
It would've shown up on the autopsy.

The bleach! The bleach - that threw
us, didn't it? Stupid Humphrey!

~ Letting yourself get led by the nose...
~ OK, stop!

~ What's going on?
~ Why move a body if you don't have to?

To conceal or to remove the evidence.
Or... to provide an alibi!

The car keys, did we find
them? No, of course not.

~ It was important, you would've told me.
~ Of course I would.

Let's see if it fits.

Ha!

~ Have you got it?
~ Not exactly.

I think I know how and why.

~ So what's missing?
~ Er, who. That sounds worse than it is...

I think the "how" is
connected to the "who".

I just need to check
one final detail.

~ JP?
~ Yes, sir?

How do you fancy another jog?

Dwayne, please assemble
our volleyballers

and the Commissioner might
like to be there too.

Oh, and that Burrage fellow.

Thank you for coming.

Er, well, you're already here,
so, um, thank you for...

Yes, well, um... Let's
get started, shall we?

Excellent!

Who murdered Shelly Kennedy?

Well, that was the first and obviously
most important question,

but there was, er, another question.

One that kept coming back to
haunt me, that wouldn't go away.

Why did the killer move the body?

In broad daylight?

Why was it so important...

they risk getting caught to do so?

Quite literally... a killer question.

And the answer?

They didn't.

Because Shelly wasn't
killed in her bedroom.

That was why everyone had a perfect
alibi for the time of the murder, see?

Because we assumed that Shelly was already
dead when the Jeep was driven away.

I don't believe she was.

So...

Here's what I think happened.

It wasn't the killer you saw
driving away that morning.

It was Shelly herself.

She was the one who
drove to the beach.

She was the one who parked the Jeep.

She was even the one...

who climbed inside the boot.

Which is where she was
murdered all along.

~ Exactly where we found her.
~ Er, sorry? Um...

~ Shelly climbed into the boot herself?
~ Yes.

Why?

Because she'd figured exactly
the same thing we had.

That someone was paying to
fix the results of the games.

And that was you, wasn't it...

Mr Laymon?

Oh, I knew it.

Judging from the tapes
of the matches we watched,

I'd say we can link you
to the match fixing

of at least four Isla Jonas games where
your competitors were paid off.

Lies.

Then how do you explain
the 15,000 bet

you placed with a bookmaker
five days ago?

Every penny you had.

You were facing financial ruin
- everything you'd worked for.

That and an overwhelming desire
to win eventually corrupted you.

~ You killed her for money?
~ Mr Laymon didn't kill Shelly.

In fact, I doubt he has any more
idea who did it than you have.

You see...

Shelly knew that she
had to go to the ABV

and report what she had seen.

But before she could do so...

.. she made a terrible and
ultimately fatal mistake.

She shared her suspicions
with her killer.

Didn't she, Jasmine?

Out of loyalty... she came to you

and told you that she believed your father
was paying off the teams you played.

That was the text
she sent, wasn't it?

"Sorry, but I made the appointment."

You knew she wasn't talking about
your foot injury or Alison Turner -

she was going to the ABV
to expose your father.

You said you'd confront him...

to find out the truth.

More than that, you said you'd
confront him in a place

where she would be able
to record what he said.

To uncover the truth, you would take him
to the bench at the beach you trained at.

A place where Shelly would be close
enough to record every word he said.

This is the sound
of Shelly Kennedy...

.. lying in wait in the
back of that Jeep...

.. ready to record a conversation
that was never going to happen.

You see, once I realised that she
wasn't killed in her room at all,

but in the car park, well, then it was
really only you who could have done it.

The person who opened
the back of the Jeep...

That bed sheet was
clever - very clever.

Nearly threw us off track,
as you hoped it would.

What did you do?

Tell her to put a sheet down so she didn't
get dirty in the back of the Jeep?

Murderous intent, disguised
as an act of kindness?

You knew that your father had arranged for
the cleaners to go in as he always did,

so you must have known
that we'd think...

.. that they'd removed all evidence of
the murder, giving you a cast-iron alibi.

There's just one more damning
piece of evidence.

The keys to the Jeep.

You had to dispose of them somewhere.

But where?

Where?

Pull over!

How was your jog, JP?

Pretending to be grief stricken
on the ride home was smart.

But you should have found a
better place to hide the keys.

Jasmine...

We'd have lost everything.

Our money, our reputation.

Win at any cost, that's
what you taught me.

At any cost?

Jasmine... No!

Move.

I'm sorry, Mr Laymon.

I think my colleague said it best.

Literary inaccuracies aside...

.. we all create our
own Frankensteins.

Be careful with that.

You know, we still haven't
found Hank Laymon's partner.

He may tell us, no
point hiding it now.

Ah...

Very impressive, Inspector.

It was a pleasure to watch you work.

Thank you, sir. Please offer my
condolences to Shelly's family.

I shall. Thank you.

Selwyn...

Until next year, then.

Hm?

Oh...

Ah!

Basse Marina, please.

The Marina?

Anton, rather annoyingly for a
toad, travels by private yacht.

So you have to arrange this villa for
him, even though he has somewhere to...

.. stay?

Which means that could
be where the phone is.

~ I'll drive.
~ Come on.

Ah-ha!

One killer and one corrupt politician
brought to justice. I say

~ we've earned these.
~ Cheers!

So, how's the room, JP?

Oh, it's better than a police cell.

~ Thanks for sorting it out, Chief.
~ Not a problem.

She was in need of a lodger,
you were in need of a home.

Two birds on one stone.

Isn't it with one stone?

And here comes your new landlady now.

Ah!

A trecho curry for your first night.

Wow! Er, thank you, Mrs B.

Now, I want to see
a nice, clean plate.

So do I!

A bowl of that every week and
you'll make sergeant in no time!

Oh, yes!

So, here's to a job well done and
the island's first championship win

in over a decade - even if it was down
to the other team being disqualified

for brutal murder.

Cheers!

But after 15 years, anything
will do for me.

To Saint Marie, then.

~ To Saint Marie.
~ And the North.

The South... I'm from the South,

~ how many times?
~ North, South,

Saint Marie, Islas Jonas - who cares?

To us!

Something... wrong, JP?

Oh, that's...

hot!

Dwayne, why didn't you warn him?!

Sometimes you have to let
them learn for themselves!

Cheers!

~ Annette Burgess.
~ CEO of It's-so-good.co.uk.

It's a business running
these corporate getaways.

This is going to take a carefully
thought-out strategy, you know.

Or you could just...

start looking.

Who did it?

That's what I intend to find out.

~ She was my sister!
~ Someone should go and get Stuart.

~ No!
~ Ah!

Team-building.

And as I fall, you two...

~ Guess what?
~ What?