(PLAYERS GRUNTING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
WOMAN: Get it!
Yeah!
Yes! Yes!
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
-Yes! -Yes!
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
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!
(CHEERING)
Yes!
Maybe we should be doing something.
Relax! They're training because they're worried.
(GIGGLES)
You were amazing today, girls!
-Yes, we were. -AIDEN: One glass.
The final's in two days and training starts in
the morning, okay?
(PANTING)
You want to know how you did?
Does it really matter?
(CORK POPS) AIDEN: Hey!
(WOMEN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
MAN: It'll be getting dark soon.
I suggest you get an early night and rest that foot up.
(GLASSES CLINK)
(LAUGHTER)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Shells? You ready?
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Shelly?
If you're looking for your partner, she just drove off.
You're welcome.
(ALISON PANTING)
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.
(PLAYERS LAUGHING AND SQUEALING)
That's it, that's it.
(JASMINE SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(DWAYNE CHUCKLES)
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!
-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? (SCOFFS)
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.
-Better believe it. -Really?
Seems he's a bit of a tactical expert.
Yet more hidden talents, eh, Dwayne?
(SIGHS)
Ah...
Ah! (YELPING) Hot! Hot! Hot!
(PANTING)
(HIGH-PITCHED GASPS)
Who moved my desk? Look, I always lean
back in that chair
and I can usually get a good 15 degrees before...
Wall stoppage.
-(TELEPHONE RINGS) -Honore Police?
HUMPHREY: Look, you can see where
the leg marks used to be.
-I can see it's moved. -What?
(GROANS) 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.
-Beach volleyball team? -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...
-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. -Burrage.
Anton Burrage.
Governor-Elect of Isla Jonas...
And close personal friend.
Selwyn informs me you are an outstanding detective.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
-Well, erm, er... -Is that a... Coffee stain?
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. (CLEARS THROAT)
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.
-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?
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. (CLEARS THROAT)
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.?
-Yes. -And the knife?
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.
-And the bad? -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?
(HUMPHREY CLICKS TONGUE)
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.
(SIGHS) 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.
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? (LAUGHS)
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?
-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 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. (SIGHS)
-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 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?
-Chief? -Yes?
Look what I just found stuffed in the pocket
of the victim's purse.
Ah.
Very interesting.
(AIDEN SIGHS)
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.
-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 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. (SIGHS)
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.
(SIGHS)
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!
-Ah, Chief! -(CLEARS THROAT) 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.
-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.
JP: Sorry.
-Listen. -(RECORDER BEEPS)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(BREATHING CONTINUES)
-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? 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 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!
-(GRUNTS) 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 6:00 p.m.
The Association of Beach Volleyball?
Hey, well done, Chief, huh?
(LAUGHS)
Ah?
Yes, well, I'm not completely ignorant
when it comes to international sports, you know?
(CHUCKLES)
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.
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.
-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!
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-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, 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...
(IMITATING) "Ey up! Whippet's sick,
pass us barm cake!"
-(LAUGHING) -Whereas people from
the South are more like,
(IMITATING) "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-lands?
(IMITATING) Oh, right. What?
-I didn't want to worry you. -You didn't know about this?
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?
-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? -(SCOFFS)
-35 minutes. -(JP PANTING)
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.
-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 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.
-We understand each other? -Perfectly, sir.
Excellent!
Then I look forward to hearing of exciting
developments very soon.
-Team. -Sir!
BOTH: 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.
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? 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.
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! -What?
Pull over!
-ALISON: I saw him. -(RETCHING)
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.
(SIGHS)
It's been a long day. Maybe we should take a break
and clear our heads. Come at things fresh tomorrow.
(SIGHS)
Yes, Okay.
-I'll buy the first beer. -Yes, Okay.
HUMPHREY: Magpies. Gunners.
Corrie. Enders. Erm...
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!
(SIGHS)
-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.
-Erm, trecho curry? -DWAYNE: Yup.
Goat meat, copra, boniato and burning hot
habanero peppers.
Spontaneous combustion in a bowl.
Let me know when you're ready.
Okay. (DWAYNE CHUCKLES)
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.
-(FLORENCE LAUGHS) -(COUGHS)
Congratulations! You have successfully created
competition for yourself.
Much younger competition. (LAUGHS)
I didn't think of that, you know.
What can I say?
We all create our own Frankensteins, Dwayne.
Cheers.
-Cheers. -Cheers!
(BOTTLES CLINK)
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.
(LOUD THUD)
(SCREAMS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(YELPS)
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.
(SNORING)
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...
FLORENCE: 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.
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?
-I didn't know, not for sure. -But you suspected it?
FLORENCE: 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?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
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.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
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...
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
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.
-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.
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.
-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.
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.
-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!
-(CLEARS THROAT) -So...
Laymon and the Commissioner's toad were in it together
up to their necks...
(COUGHS LOUDLY)
-In what together? -Ah, sir! (CHUCKLES)
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: (CHUCKLES) 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!
(PHONE KEYS BEEPING)
(RINGING TONE)
(SILENCE)
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?
(SIGHS)
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.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(JP GROANING)
(PANTING)
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.
-JP: 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...
-Okay, 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.
-FLORENCE: 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, erm, thank you for...
(STAMMERS)
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.
-Exactly where we found her. -AIDEN: Er, sorry? Erm...
-Shelly climbed into the boot herself?
-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.
-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.
(BEEPS)
(NERVOUS BREATHING)
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.
-(GRUNTS) -(SHELLY GASPS)
HUMPHREY: That bed sheet was clever, very clever.
Nearly threw us off track, as you hoped it would.
(SCREAMING)
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. -(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
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. (CLEARS THROAT)
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.
(EXHALES)
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
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!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
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,
-how many times? -Ah, North, South,
Saint Marie, Islas Jonas, who cares?
To us!
Something wrong, JP?
(COUGHS)
Oh, that's...
-Hot! -(DWAYNE LAUGHING)
Dwayne, why didn't you warn him?
Sometimes you have to let them learn for themselves!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Cheers!
(SCREAMING)
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.
-Team-building. -(PATTING)
-And as I fall, you two... -FLORENCE: Guess what?
-What? -(THUDS)