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WOMAN: Get it!

Yeah!

Yes! Yes!

-Yes! -Yes!

ANNOUNCER: 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. -AIDEN: One glass.

The final's in two days and training starts in

the morning, okay?

You want to know how you did?

Does it really matter?

AIDEN: Hey!

MAN: It'll be getting dark soon.

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

Shells

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.

HANK: 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.

AIDEN: Okay...

AIDEN: Get on it. You go that side.

That's it, that's it.

Mmm...

Fifteen years of hurt.

Hmm?

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

FLORENCE: 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!

-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.

-Last time we

reached the final.

Seven

How could you have been seven?

How could anybody have been seven 15 years ago?

Well, how old were you?

Er... Erm...

Early 20s... Ish.

HUMPHREY: Morning, all.

-JP: 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, would you?

Dwayne does.

Seems he's a bit of a tactical expert.

Yet more hidden talents, eh, Dwayne?

Ah...

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.

HUMPHREY: Look, you can see where

the leg marks used to be.

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?

FLORENCE: She's the star player with Team Isla Jonas.

-Yes.

Isla Jonas are in the final with Saint-Marie.

Mmm-hmm.

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.

Erm...

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. -Burrage.

Anton Burrage.

Governor-Elect of Isla Jonas...

And close personal friend.

Selwyn informs me you are an outstanding detective.

Oh.

Someone moved my desk.

Erm, 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.

FLORENCE: Okay, erm, so the victim's Jeep was seen

driving away from the hotel at around 7:40 a.m. 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 6 km away.

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

No.

Okay, 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 the blue.

Let's not turn this into a circus.

Get these people back to the resort and we'll

interview them there.

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?

Erm, 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, 7:00 a.m.?

17 cm 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.

-The cleaners had already

been in at 8:00 a.m.

Yup! Clean as a whistle.

I spoke to the cleaners. They said they didn't

notice anything unusual,

except that 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.

8:00 a.m.?

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?

-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.

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.

HANK: 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?

HANK: 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!

HUMPHREY: Mr Parker?

I understand you saw the Jeep leave the resort?

Yes, er, about 7:40.

HUMPHREY: 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.

AIDEN: 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.

HUMPHREY: What time was this?

ALISON: 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?

-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 7:00 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.

HUMPHREY: None of you saw Shelly Kennedy this morning

before you found her body on the beach?

Right.

-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 6 km 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.

-DWAYNE: Yes, Sarge. -Okay!

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. -JP: 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?

-HUMPHREY: 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?

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, okay? Nobody.

Coach, player... It's against ABV regulations.

-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 that 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.

AIDEN: 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.

JP: 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.

Uh, do we have any biscuits?

Tsk. In the cupboard, man!

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 9:00 p.m.

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.

-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.

JP: Sorry.

-That is weird. -How extraordinary.

Her breathing, it feels strained.

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

HUMPHREY: 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

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 9:00 p.m.

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.

HUMPHREY: I can clearly see it's moved!

There!

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 6:00 p.m.

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

Yet again, all fingers point to the volleyball squads.

FLORENCE: 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 10 minutes.

See if you can't make it a little bit,

er, less impossible.

No problem, 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!

DWAYNE: Sarge.

Right, so where do we start?

Lost property box.

HUMPHREY: People seem to be taking this volleyball

competition very seriously.

FLORENCE: 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

The what?

Oh, well, back in England, there's this sort

of ingrained rivalry

between people from the North and people from the South.

-Yes, but, erm...

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!

HUMPHREY: I know. Imagine how people in

the Midlands must feel.

FLORENCE: The what

Oh, right. What?

HANK: 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.

FLORENCE: 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?

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!

FLORENCE: 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?

Okay, 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

10 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.

-FLORENCE: Then it's clear.

None of these five could have killed Shelly Kennedy.

Team?

-DWAYNE: 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.

-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 Borridge

as a "close personal friend,"

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

Anton Borridge 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.

-Perfectly, sir.

Excellent!

Then I look forward to hearing of exciting

developments very soon.

-Team. -Sir!

BOTH: Commissioner.

Wait! We do have a suspect.

-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.

ALISON: 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

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.

HUMPHREY: 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!

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 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, Okay.

-I'll buy the first beer. -Yes, Okay.

HUMPHREY: Magpies. Gunners.

Corrie. Enders. Erm...

Blur. Oasis.

-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!

-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.

-DWAYNE: Yup.

Goat meat, copra, boniato and burning hot

habanero peppers.

Spontaneous combustion in a bowl.

Let me know when you're ready.

Okay.

Is it really that hot?

The locals will only eat it in the winter,

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

FLORENCE: 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, erm, well, erm, 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...

-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

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!

-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

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...

FLORENCE: It looks like she let it drop.

Giving Isla Jonas the two-point lead

they needed to win the game.

-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.

-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.

JP: 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!

AIDEN: How did you find out?

HUMPHREY: 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?

FLORENCE: Match-fixing is serious.

Why didn't you report it?

Report what

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,

-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...

-Okay, Chief!

I had to call in a lot of favours,

but I found a big-time, under-the-counter bookmaker

who's admitted having dealings with Hank Laymon.

-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.

JP: 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.

-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

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?

-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.

Okay, 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.

Can we get access to his statements?

-I already got it.

-Sir, you said I should get

-everybody that's connected to the team.

Ha! Here! Large cash withdrawals!

5,000 and 10,000!

-So...

Laymon and the Commissioner's toad were in it together

up to their necks...

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?

ANTON: 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?

Erm, 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 semi-final

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, Okay...

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... Okay, quick, do it. We'll assume the killer

opened it in advance.

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.

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...

-Okay, stop!

-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!

-Not exactly.

I think I know how and why.

-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.

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, erm, thank you for...

Yes, well, erm... 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.

Erm...

-HUMPHREY: 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.

-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.

HUMPHREY: 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.

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.

ANTON: 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.

Hmm?

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.

A-ha!

One killer and one corrupt politician brought to justice.

I say we've earned these.

Cheers!

So, how's the room, JP?

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!

CATHERINE: 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.

HUMPHREY: To Saint Marie, then.

-To Saint Marie. -And the North.

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

-Ah, North, South,

Saint Marie, Islas Jonas, who cares?

To us!

Something wrong, JP?

Oh, that's...

Dwayne, why didn't you warn him?

Sometimes you have to let them learn for themselves!

Cheers!

HUMPHREY: Annette Burgess.

CEO of It's-so-good.co.uk.

DWAYNE: 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.

-WOMAN: She was my sister! -Someone should go

and get Stuart.

-No! -Ow.