I've been trying to push the team more these last few months.
Extra training sessions, get our timings down.
The truth is, we'll never win if we don't work harder.
Anyone else?
I hear rumours there might be changes to the team after this competition.
We're very happy with the way things are working at the moment.
Next?
Though... I said from the start,
the make-up of our team will always be a fluid process.
If there's any deadwood, it's going to have to go.
I ain't carrying no-one, not if Team Storm are to start winning.
Which one of us two do you think he's talking about?
Or is it both of us?
The ego has landed, right?
Josh, you're meant to be on the physio couch.
Sorry, Inez. On my way.
You want to come over tonight? Not before a race.
You know that. I know, but...
Part of my job is to help our cyclists prepare.
Identify any tensions and work them out.
Go... before you talk me into it.
The main thing for Team Storm is to do our best over the next two days
and get a top-three ranking.
That's our goal.
Let's go.
Dad? How are you feeling?
Ready for it.
Tomorrow...
... you need to do better, Josh.
I can't... keep...
You need to be better.
I'm going to win this for you.
Representing the British Virgin Islands,
riding in blue... is Team Storm.
Riding for them today is Xavier Prince,
Anton Maduro and Josh Hunter.
Riders at the start line, please.
On your marks...
... get set...
... go!
How are they doing? OK.
Not bad. They're making good time.
Just hitting Tournier's Pass.
Xavier's stopped.
Something's happened.
A blowout? Come on.
Where is he? He should be here.
Xavier!
Brian!
Oh, God, no!
Phone an ambulance.
Now!
Is that it?
Oh, there'll be more along in a minute.
It's not like it is on the telly.
Just the occasional blur whizzing past.
But this is real! You can feel the energy! You can smell it!
Yeah, nothing like the smell of sweaty men in Lycra.
Come on. You've got to try one of these.
Oh, OK.
One, please.
Apparently, it's just coconut and ice.
OK.
Taste it. It's like heaven on Earth.
Merci, madame.
Right, here goes.
What just happened? Wow.
You see? Told you.
Right, your turn.
The best.
I tell you, I am going to miss this place.
I know I'm going to travel and see some amazing things, but...
But this... this is special.
Yeah. It really is.
Sir...
Hi, Anna.
Sorry, sir, to interrupt. There's been a fatality.
One of the cyclists up in the hills.
I am so sorry, Anna. Oh... Oh... Hey.
Xavier Prince was the captain of Team Storm,
representing the British Virgin Islands.
At the moment, everything points to an accidental death.
So what are we thinking?
Come off the road at the corner?
Yeah. Tournier's Pass is one of the most dangerous sections on the course.
The cyclists take it pretty fast.
And do we know when it happened?
Apparently, the front riders hit the bend at...
... 11.15. The Team Storm riders were a little way back from them.
According to the coach, GPS shows Xavier and his team
hitting the bend at 11.18.
They were being tracked? Yes.
Each bike was attached with one of these clip-on units,
so all of their locations were being monitored.
How old was he, do we know?
Only 19.
Too young.
Any witnesses?
No, sir, not as far as we know.
Hm. Now, what are you doing here?
It's the same colour and same material as the victim's shirt.
It has a part of the logo on it. See?
But there doesn't seem to be any tear where it might have come from.
Not on the back, anyway.
JP, Ruby, would you mind rolling over the body?
Yes, sir.
Right.
Gently.
Not on the front either. Uh-uh.
So...
... if it's not from his shirt...
Then whose shirt is it from?
Ruby, would you pass me the magnifying glass, please?
Blue fibres under the fingernails. Same colour as the shirt.
It's like as if he reached out to whoever was there
and ripped the material from their shirt as he fell.
If someone was there when it happened, why haven't they come forward?
And why didn't they just call for help... if it was just an accident?
Unless it wasn't.
Sorry. Just speaking with our team's sponsors.
I'm the coach. Brian Hunter.
Detective Inspector Jack Mooney.
I'm DS Madeleine Dumas.
Xavier was such a talent.
It's just tragic, what's happened.
You have our condolences.
Tell me, Brian, this is from one of your team shirts, right?
Yeah.
Must be Xavier's.
Well, that's what we thought, but, well, it isn't.
The other cyclists...
They all wear the same sort of kit, same shirts?
Yeah.
Are they still racing? Not after this.
Inez alerted the organisers. They're pulling them out of the race as we speak.
I just... I just can't believe it.
Dad, what the hell happened?
We don't know.
It looks like he must have just hit the bend too fast.
This is DI Mooney and DS Dumas.
Josh, Anton, Inez.
I'll go get you the GPS.
Thank you.
So, Josh, Anton, were either of you are aware
Mr Prince had got into trouble at all?
Xavier was our number-one rider,
which means during the early stages of the race...
... he was behind us, conserving his energy,
so that he can take the win later.
And what about when you hit Tournier's Pass, where it happened?
The pair of you were both riding together?
Us and a few of the other riders. And Xavier?
Well, I just assumed he was with us.
Which he was. See?
Xavier must have been within ten metres of Josh and Anton.
That's when we realised there'd been a problem.
We need to take a copy of the GPS file.
We should have noticed he wasn't with us, stopped and gone back.
You weren't to know what happened.
May I ask, where were you and Brian at the time?
Oh, back at the start line.
Right.
And how was he? How was Xavier this morning?
I had a quick practice ride with him.
He seemed...
... himself, I guess. A bit nervous,
but fine.
A bit of an odd request here, but the three of you,
... would you mind giving us a quick twirl there? I'm sorry?
We just need to check the back of your shirts, if you don't mind.
These are the shirts you had on throughout the race?
Why are you so interested in our shirts?
Well, it's just we found this near Xavier's body.
See? It's from one of your team shirts.
And as it's not from Xavier's,
it must have been torn from someone else's when he fell.
You think someone was with Xavier when it happened?
We do.
And it's a concern to us why that person has remained silent about it all.
So, until whoever it was comes forward and can prove otherwise,
we're treating his death as suspicious.
OK, sir, yes.
Will do. OK. Bye-bye.
Ruby, the inspector wants one of us to head over
to the finish line to speak with the other riders,
see if the Team Storm alibi checks out.
Oh, I can do that. I'll do that. You should let me do that.
OK... I don't know why you're so keen to question...
... 30-odd athletic men.
Oh, JP, how dare you insinuate such a thing!
I'm a professional police officer!
30 of them, did you say?
Every second of every day, and every calorie accounted for.
That is no way to lead your life.
Sir...
Significant other, perhaps. Mm-hm.
Ha! I am not sure there's enough talcum powder in the world
to get me into a pair of Lycra pants!
Or out again, for that matter!
Oh, there's a safe.
Oh. Let's speak to the front desk, get it opened.
Or I could open it now.
Hotel safes like that have a lock that's kept in place
by a magnet and a metal spring.
All you have to do is get the spring to bounce back,
then you can open it.
If you get the timing right.
Madeleine! You are full of surprises. What have we got?
So, Xavier's passport.
Ooh, a lot of money.
And a bottle of pills.
FG-4592.
Now, why were these in the safe
instead of out there with the rest of his medicine?
Maybe he didn't want anyone to know he had them.
Illegal steroids, perhaps.
Oh, and...
There's something else.
Now, why would someone keep a pair of socks in a safe?
OK. Thank you so much, Mr Hunter.
We'll see what else we can find.
So, as far as his coach is aware,
Xavier didn't have a girlfriend.
But there's a sister.
A few years older than him.
Well, this could be her, then.
Her name is Sharmayne Prince.
She used to cycle as well, until she got an injury and had to stop.
OK, well, better check Xavier's mobile for her number,
give her a call, break the news.
A-ha! The mystery of the orange socks is solved!
How?
Xavier said in an interview he always wears the same
pair of socks for every race he enters, and has done
since he won his first race at the age of 14.
They're his lucky socks.
Yeah. But it begs the question,
if he wears the same socks for every race, then why wasn't he wearing them today?
Well, maybe he should have.
Oh... Madeleine...
Ooh.
OK.
Let's go over what we know so far about Team Storm.
They're a privately owned team from the British Virgin Islands.
- And the coach... Brian Hunter - what do we know?
Here. He started his career
in the UK and came out to the Caribbean about 20 years ago.
And his son is a cyclist... Josh Hunter?
Mm-hm. Now, is that nepotism?
Giving Mr Hunter junior a place in the team, or is he genuinely up to scratch?
Hm.
Anton Maduro. He's the eldest of the three cyclists.
He had a very successful career,
winning most of the major Caribbean cycling prizes.
And then we have sports scientist Inez Farah.
Used to be an athlete herself. Yeah. Competed in triathlons.
Just in case one sport wasn't enough!
Lectured in America. Some advisory roles there. Then worked with
the BVI women's cycling team.
Yeah, and based on what we saw earlier,
I assume herself and Anton are something of an item?
Oh, yes. I checked their social media. They're engaged.
Sarge. JP, how did you get on?
So, witnesses confirm Brian Hunter and Inez Farah
were at the team enclosure at the time Xavier fell to his death,
between 11.15 and 11.22.
Which means neither of them were anywhere near Xavier when he fell to his death.
No. But that's not all.
So, several people have been saying that there were obvious tensions
between the victim and Josh Hunter.
What about?
Apparently, Josh's times aren't good enough.
So Xavier has been pressing for him, you know, to be sacked from the team.
In fact, as good as said it at a press conference yesterday afternoon.
If there's any deadwood, it's going to have to go.
I ain't carrying no-one, not if Team Storm are to start winning.
And after that, there was a bust-up at the team base.
But I'm trying really hard!
Not hard enough! You're dragging the team down!
What, so you're going to get rid of me?
I don't care if your dad is the coach. Your career's over!
Well, let's go and speak to him.
"If there's deadwood, it's going to have to go."
It was you he was talking about at the press conference yesterday, wasn't it?
Why did he want you out of the team?
I'm good at what I do.
You don't train as hard and for as long as I've done without getting any good.
But cycling...
It's about the tiniest margins.
1% faster.
Half a kilo lighter.
And to be honest with you...
... I don't have it.
I've never had it.
But having your dad as coach, that's got to count, right?
You must be joking me.
My father never cut me any slack.
My childhood was non-existent.
Up at five, six days a week, in all weather, training.
Must get to you. The pressure put on you.
From your dad. From Xavier.
From yourself.
Must reach the point where you just want to lash out.
I'm sorry, are you saying... ?
Are you saying that I killed Xavier?
That I, what,
pushed him into the ravine?
Ask Anton. Ask the other riders.
I wasn't anywhere near Xavier at Tournier's Pass!
Whatever happened to him had nothing to do with me!
Ruby, how did you get on?
So, I spoke with both the Jamaican and Guadalupe teams
that were riding in a group alongside Anton and Josh.
And they say the pair never left their sight.
The whole time?
All the way through to Tournier's Pass and right up
until the officials pulled them from the race.
So they weren't with Xavier either when it happened.
Well, then, why was this piece of material...
... ripped from a team shirt, found near the body?
Whoever's in possession of a Team Storm shirt
with a hole in it about this size
knows the truth about what happened at Tournier's Pass this morning.
OK. Let's see what the postmortem brings in the morning.
JP, Ruby, do you think you can get someone to have a look at Xavier's bike?
We should do some due diligence, check it hasn't been tampered with.
I'll speak to AJ at the cycle shop. He knows his stuff.
Great.
And, Madeleine, how did you get on with Xavier's sister?
Sharmayne... is it?
Well, I tried calling, but the line was dead.
So I checked with the network provider
and her contract was cancelled about one year ago.
And they couldn't give you another number for her?
I'll keep on searching. I'll find her.
Right.
OK, well, let's park it there for today. I don't know about you,
but some of us have plans this evening.
Ooh.
- Hi. - Hey.
How are you? I'm good, thanks.
You guys must be so excited about the news, huh?
It's a real turn-up for the books.
What news? Team Saint Marie came in second.
So if they do well in the time trials, they could win.
No way! That's amazing!
Saint Marie have never won the Tour des Antilles, have they?
Sir, we haven't even been in the top three places.
I have to tell Uncle Selly. I mean, he's going to be over the moon.
All right, see you all tomorrow. Bye.
Bye, see you in the morning.
Well, Team Saint Marie in the top three!
I think that definitely calls for a small rum or two. I had a feeling it might.
Well, we'd better do that, then. Yeah.
Slow down!
Morning, AJ.
How are you, my friend? I'm good, man.
- You good? - Yeah.
There's a little something I want you to take a look at for me.
This bike right here.
Would you check if it's been messed about with?
Hey, you in the cycle top!
Hey, wait! Hey, wait! Come back!
Come back! I said stop!
Come here!
Catherine!
You haven't seen a young boy run past here?
I've been inside.
Is that Samson's bag?
Samson?
He comes by here sometimes, and I give him food.
Always looks hungry, poor boy.
What's he done?
Oh, no, he hasn't done anything wrong.
But he might be a witness, and we could do with talking to him.
- You don't know where he lives, do you? - Désolée.
But if he comes back, I'll let you know.
Sir, the postmortem is through.
Cause of death as expected, but read this.
"Faint finger markings on arms and lower-right ribcage."
Mm-hm.
Suggesting someone could have pushed him or tussled with Xavier as he fell.
But why kill their team captain? And how?
Yeah, how exactly could one of them have pushed him into the ravine
when all four of them have alibis? Mm-hm.
Josh and Anton were cycling the whole time.
Nowhere near Xavier when he hit Tournier's Pass.
And Brian and Inez were back at the start line.
Oh, and we were right.
FG-4592 is a performance-enhancing drug.
And is it a permitted one? No, it's banned.
Still in trial stage.
Er, it was developed by Karston Pharmaceuticals in the States.
Sir. AJ's working on the bike now.
He'll get it back to us to tomorrow.
Also, sir, while I was there, I saw a kid wearing a Team Storm cycling top,
and it had a rip on it, right here.
The missing shirt? I think so.
I tried to chase him down but he got away.
Catherine says his name is Samson.
He dropped this.
It looks like it's mainly knock-off sunglasses, but I'll sift through it
and see if I can find any contact information.
Great. And then you'd better log it in the evidence store.
Oh, Inspector.
Xavier had an appointment in his diary
at 11am with a Barrington Jones at Cafe de Zero.
Only there's no-one with that name in the victim's contacts list, so
should I go and check out who it is?
Yeah, why not?
Oh, sir, toxicology report was just sent over.
Right.
No evidence of anything illicit in the blood.
No drugs, no poisons.
So he wasn't taking these?
No. He wasn't.
Maybe somebody else was.
JP, would you dig out the old fingerprinting kit there?
Yes.
OK.
Mr Barrington Jones.
Which one are you?
Hi, JP, I just wanted to let you know that I'm at the cafe.
That's great, Ruby.
But look, I'm in the middle of doing something right now.
Just a quick question. If I were to ask you what you think
someone called Barrington Jones looks like, what would you say?
I'd say, "I don't know," because I've never met him.
Well, I think he sounds like quite a large, imposing man,
so he could be the one...
... with the suit. But at the very same time, he could be the younger guy.
Ruby...
Yes, JP.
Just...
... go inside...
... and ask every man in turn if their name is Barrington Jones.
And the man that says yes,
that'll be him!
I mean, that could also work.
Sir.
I've been struggling to get contact details of Xavier's sister,
so I e-mailed the record office of the BVI
and look what I've received.
Sharmayne Prince has been in the intensive care unit at the local hospital
for the past 11 months? Mm-hm.
It's the same time she had her cycling accident.
So it was pretty serious, then?
Is it me, Madeleine, or is this all starting to smell a bit whiffy?
Whiffy? Suspicious.
Both brother and sister having accidents in the same year.
Either that's a tragic coincidence or there something more sinister going on.
See if you can get to the bottom of what happened to her.
OK.
Ruby.
OK, Barrington Jones, sir... or Barry, to his friends...
he works at the Cycling Standards Agency,
and it's his job to test cyclists for illegal drugs.
Well, there's a surprise! Isn't it just, sir? But listen to this.
He got a call from Xavier saying he wanted to give some information
about one of the cyclists, so he flew in first thing this morning,
and he hadn't even heard that Xavier had died.
OK, thanks for that, Ruby.
Good stuff. Thank you, sir.
OK.
Turns out Xavier's meeting was with an anti-doping officer.
Huh? Yeah.
My guess is he was going to tell him who the drugs belonged to.
Sir.
We've got a match.
Mr Maduro, could we have a quick word, please?
Have you ever heard of something called... ?
FG-4592.
Yeah, I've heard of it.
Yeah. Apparently, it increases the oxygen to a person's bloodstream.
- Whoever takes it has more stamina. - If you say so.
And, Mr Maduro, do you know what the punishment is
if it's found in a cyclist's system?
A lifetime ban, I assume.
Yeah, but that's not all, though, is it? All those records and medals
you've earned over your career are stripped from you, aren't they?
Inspector, are you accusing me of taking performance-enhancing drugs?
I'm not, Anton, but Xavier was about to, wasn't he?
Not just accusing you, he had the evidence.
A bottle of FG-4592.
We found it.
- In his bedroom safe. - And it has your fingerprints on it.
I can understand the temptation.
As you get older, your body fails you.
And at the same time, you are only in your 30s.
I mean, it feels too young to retire, right?
I was struggling to keep up.
It was all on the slide. I didn't know what to do.
Cycling's my life.
So, you decided you needed some pharmaceutical help.
Just to get me back to where I was.
I've been clean my whole career, I swear to you.
And Xavier found out.
You're a cheat! What else can I do?
I-I don't... I don't take them any more!
I said I'd retire. It didn't have to affect him.
Just... Please, just don't report me!
I'm sorry. I've got no choice!
And the day before he was due to report you, someone pushed Xavier to his death.
No, I didn't... I didn't kill him.
Ask Josh. I was with him when it happened.
We were together the whole stretch of road where Xavier fell.
How could I do it?
Hm. Thank you.
We'll have to notify the Cycling Standards Agency.
Yeah.
It's his call if he tells them who gave him the stuff.
Someone must have got it for him.
FG-4592.
It was developed by Karston Pharmaceuticals in the States.
Inez Farah. Lectured in America.
I assume herself and Anton are something of an item?
Sir?
Can't be easy getting access to an as yet unapproved drug, can it?
You need someone with connections, right?
JP, I need you to do a bit of digging for me.
Ms Farah, could we have a word?
Of course. How can I help?
How long have you and Anton been together?
Um, about a year now.
You're engaged, right?
Yes, we are.
What is it you want, Inspector?
Oh, we're just wondering how much Anton means to you.
How far would you go to help him achieve his goals in life,
to stop him having to give up his career?
Do you recognise these?
I know what they are, yes.
That wasn't the question.
Then, no, I do not recognise that bottle of pills.
So, you are unaware your fiance's taking them?
I didn't know that.
That's... very disappointing.
And do you know that these are produced by one of your ex-employers?
That would be Karston Pharmaceuticals.
Like I said, I recognise the drug.
Right. So, it's just a coincidence
that the man you're about to marry has somehow been able to get a hold
of an unapproved drug from a firm that you used to work for?
Must be, cos I don't know how he got them.
That's not the impression we got from Anton.
Nice try.
But Anton loves me,
like I love him.
He would never make up things like that.
No. Are we done here?
She's lying. Big time.
But even if Inez Farah
did kill Xavier to protect herself and Anton...
She was with Brian Hunter back at the start line
when the cyclists were at Tournier's Pass.
Which means neither of them could have pushed our victim to his death.
Mon Dieu! Quel imbécile!
Everything all right? No!
The hospital on the BVI is being very unhelpful.
About Xavier's sister? Nobody will tell me why she is there.
Or even let me talk to her. All they say is, "Talk to her brother."
Well, we would if we could!
How about I get a plane over in the morning?
Being there in person might help.
That's an excellent suggestion, Madeleine. Go for it.
What on Earth is going on out there?
Oh, my, I think we've won.
I think we've won!
I think Saint Marie won! What?!
Oh... It's fantastic.
OK.
... since the Tour des Antilles started in 1952,
Saint Marie have won the competition...
Yeah!
Man, I told you!
Yes!
They actually won?
You know what this means? Tonight the island parties!
Ah, honestly, Jack, I wish you'd been there today. It was so exciting.
Oh, don't, please!
The most historic event on the island since I've been here, and I miss it!
Well, I've got some of the action on my phone. I can show you later.
Oh, merci! Lovely.
Santé!
Everybody, excuse me.
Could I have your attention, please?
For me, to be the mayor of this island
on such a special day...
... I feel so honoured.
To win this competition, it is...
... formidable!
But it's not me that you want to see.
It's our winning team.
So, please, will you shout and cheer
for the 2020 Tour des Antilles winners...
Team Saint Marie!
Saint Marie! Saint Marie!
Saint Marie! Saint Marie! Saint Marie! Saint Marie! Saint Marie! Saint Marie!
Dad, we're going to show our faces with the other teams.
You want to come?
I'll stay here.
Dad, you're drunk.
You all right?
I did it for you, you know.
All for you.
Did what?
Dad... what did you do?
Josh, you coming?
Just go.
Oh, JP, I meant to tell you.
I asked round, about Samson, to see if anyone knows where he lives.
And?
No-one's quite sure.
Somewhere up in the hills with his grandfather.
It's just the two of them, apparently.
That's why Samson is always around selling stuff.
They need the money.
Poor boy. He's so young.
There you go, sir.
Good man, JP. Thank you.
You're going to miss her.
You know what? I think maybe I am.
Ooh, girl.
It's funny. I-I really didn't see this coming at all.
I guess...
... it's just the way these things happen in life.
I guess maybe it is. Hm.
It's just...
It's a shame you won't get to spend more time with her.
I never get over how warm the water is.
Even at night.
I wanted to say something this morning.
It's not just the island.
It's you I'm going to miss as well.
It's the same for me. Really?
Oh, yeah.
I'm really glad I met you, Jack.
I want you to know that.
It's mutual, Anna. Believe me.
Why, oh, why do I have to go to Cuba next week?
Well, then, maybe don't.
Just stay for a little bit longer.
Another few days, a week. Maybe more.
Are you serious?
I mean, everything's booked. I've made all the arrangements.
Just un-make them.
All I'm saying is, just delay going for a while and...
... we could spend a bit more time together, if you want.
Only if you wanted.
I don't know what to say.
Sorry, no... I... I put you on the spot. I'm sorry.
It's a big thing, Jack.
Just... changing all my plans like that.
This trip means so much for me.
I know. I... I should never have...
It's just... Thinking out loud...
Silly thing to do, just... No...
Ignore me. It's fine.
Really.
Yeah.
So, you... fancy a last rum or... a cup of tea?
Oh, do you know what? Um, I'm just going to go back to my place.
Yeah. It's been such a long day.
I am so tired.
Oh, of course. I'll walk you home.
No, honestly. It's fine.
Really. Goodnight, Jack. Night.
Oh! Oh, now...
Hi, Anna, it's Jack. Um...
Saying what I said last night...
It was a stupid thing to suggest, so...
Yeah, please just forget I said it.
OK, bye.
Such an idiot, Harry! Did I ever tell you that?
Big idiot. Yoo-hoo!
Inspector Mooney! Ah, Ruby,
it's yourself. Come on in.
Thank you, sir.
So, I spoke with AJ at the bike shop.
And there's been some surprising news.
Don't tell me... there was a fault with the bike
and that's why Xavier fell to his death.
Well, yes and no, sir. There was a fault.
It wasn't accidental. The brake pads had been filed down.
It wouldn't have worked properly, and definitely not on a hairpin
bend at the speed that Xavier was going at.
So someone tampered with the bike before the race?
OK, thank you, sir. You're welcome.
So, he was working the night shift before the race,
and he says he remembers seeing someone from Team Storm go into their van.
It was about one in the morning.
JP, what is it?
Sir, one of the suspects has turned up at the station.
Says he wants to admit to Xavier Prince's murder.
It was when you said you were taking the bike as evidence.
I knew straight away you'd work out what happened.
But you must have envisaged that, Mr Hunter.
You must have known there'd be an investigation,
an inquest, at the very least, to the cause of death.
Except, I didn't mean for him to die.
I just wanted him to be injured.
No more than that.
So...
I guess the question is... why?
Because he wanted to drop my son from the team.
Oh, come on, now, you're the team coach.
Surely you have some say as to who's in and who's out.
I used to.
But Xavier was our bright young hope.
He had a lot of sway with the sponsors.
So after this race competition...
Josh would be gone.
I know he resents the way I treat him,
pushing him harder all the time. He hates me for it.
And I knew as soon as he was gone from the team, that would be it.
He wouldn't want to see me again.
Our relationship would be over.
It'd be the chance he'd always wanted.
To finally...
... break away from his... bullying dad.
Except...
... I didn't want to lose him.
Here he is.
Oh. Would you like me to make the arrest, sir?
No. Thanks, Ruby. Let Mr Hunter go for now.
I mean, obviously, he'll face charges for tampering with the bike, but...
But you don't think that's what caused Xavier's death?
You're right, I don't. Well, surely it has to be, sir.
Yeah...
But if Xavier went off the road and fell to his death
all because of faulty brakes...
... well, then, why was this piece of material,
ripped by Xavier from someone else's Team Storm shirt,
present at the crime scene?
We can't explain it,
and until we can, we haven't solved the case.
Catherine!
Morning, Jack, Ruby.
JP, Samson wanted to thank you for returning his bag.
I thought it was full of dodgy gear.
Er, it was, sir.
But I-I... Basically, I just thought that...
I've told him that you wanted to speak to him about something.
Thank you, Catherine.
OK, come, Samson.
Right.
You're not in any trouble at all, OK?
I just need to ask you
about the cycling top you were wearing the other day.
All right.
Ah... If I could just take a quick look at that shirt.
Yes.
Bingo.
OK, Samson. I need to know exactly where you got this shirt from.
I think I might be in trouble with the inspector.
Ooh...
Why, what did you do?
I was supposed to put Samson's bag in the evidence locker.
But...
... I gave it to Catherine to give it to him.
He's got no money.
He is only trying to take care of his grandfather.
The only income he gets is from selling those sunglasses.
Oh, you're just a big softie at heart, aren't you, JP?
Yeah, but it's not procedure, is it? No, not really.
So... Samson says he found the shirt in that bin there
on the afternoon of the race.
What's it doing there? I mean,
that's nowhere near the race route.
I know. I've no idea.
Madeleine.
How are you getting on?
So, Xavier's sister, Sharmayne, has been in a coma
for the last year. Since her cycling accident?
She collapsed due to a pulmonary embolism.
And she was put in an induced coma.
The thing is,
once it had happened,
her blood tests showed traces of a performance-enhancing drug.
FG-4592?
Bingo.
That's what caused the embolism.
Xavier asked the hospital to keep quiet about it.
He didn't want her reputation to be destroyed.
That's why they were so reluctant to tell you what had gone on...
of course. OK, Madeleine, good work.
Get yourself back to Saint Marie.
Yes, sir.
So... First we thought Xavier was the one
doing the performance-enhancing drugs,
when actually he was just traumatised by his sister's accident.
And all he wanted to do was find out
who it was who nearly killed Sharmayne and put her in a coma.
Behind the veneer of the ambitious sportsman
is a grief-stricken, vulnerable young man.
I guess we all have our masks to hide behind.
If it's not from HIS shirt... Then, whose shirt is it from?
Xavier said in an interview he always wears the same
pair of socks for every race he enters.
I had a quick practice ride with him.
He seemed himself, I guess.
Ask Anton. Ask the other riders.
I wasn't anywhere Xavier at Tournier's Pass!
Inez Farah. Competed in triathlons.
But Anton loves me, like I love him.
He would never make up tales like that.
FG-4592.
Her blood tests showed traces of a performance-enhancing drug.
Would you believe it?
You've got it, sir? In one, JP.
Or, rather, two. But I'll explain all that later.
For now, we need to gather up the suspects.
This murder lies squarely at the door of Xavier's team-mates.
A pair of lucky orange socks
and a small bottle of pills.
Both found in Xavier Prince's hotel safe.
And both items explain
why he was killed on the morning of the Tour des Antilles.
See, when Xavier found this bottle of FG-4592
in Anton Maduro's possession,
it set in motion a chain of events
that ultimately and unwittingly resulted in his own death.
Because it wasn't the first time
he came across the performance-enhancing drug.
It was hushed up at the time, but traces of the FG-4592
were found in his sister's blood
when she was rushed to hospital having collapsed during a race.
And it was these little beauties that caused her embolism.
And the poor woman has been in a coma ever since.
So imagine his feelings when
he came across the very same drug only a year later.
We can only imagine his shock when he discovered
that one of his own team-mates was in possession of the stuff.
I assume the obvious question running through his head...
was Anton somehow involved in what happened to his sister?
I didn't sell drugs to his sister.
It wasn't me that did that to her.
I know it wasn't you, Anton.
But there's somebody else here today who's directly linked
to Xavier's sister.
And that's your wife-to-be, Inez.
It's your joint connection
to this illegal drug that led to Xavier's murder,
because your futures, your happiness together,
were threatened by Xavier.
He was already intending to report you, Anton,
to the cycling authorities.
And if they made the link, like we did,
between Sharmayne Prince and Inez,
you'd both be banned from the sport for the rest of your lives.
You'd receive a prison sentence for not only selling the drug,
but for also causing Sharmayne to end up in a coma.
And that's what we in the trade call a motive.
This is... I don't know what you're talking about.
OK, well, here's what I think happened on the morning of the race.
Anton, you told us that yourself and Xavier went for a practice ride
that morning.
And that brought you out by Tournier's Pass.
I imagine you wanted to stop
and have a look at it one last time before the race.
And I think it was there and then he confronted you...
... and demanded that you tell him who it was you got the drugs from.
And I think, in the heat of the moment, your frustration
that Xavier had it in his power to strip you and your future wife
of everything that was important to you...
You know the CSA will find out!
Well, I think it got the better of you.
I know you're protecting someone!
And you pushed Xavier to his death.
Just drop it!
He said they'd work it out eventually,
who it was that sold me the drugs.
The CSA and the police would get to the bottom of it.
Anton, shut up.
And what were you going to do now?
You'd just committed murder.
What you did next was the most natural thing in the world.
You called Inez and you told her everything.
And the pair of you went to work to cover it all up.
With a plan forming in your mind, the first thing you did was
you chucked Xavier's bike down into the ravine.
Next, you had to get rid of the team shirt,
having, I assume, seen that it was ripped.
So you changed and put a new one on.
But what you didn't fully realise
is that the patch of fabric torn from it
was still at the crime scene.
Them's the breaks.
Anyway, with that done,
the next thing you had to do was make it look like
Xavier was still alive.
Tall order.
But we know, Inez, that you used to be a triathlete,
so you're a very good cyclist.
And with you and Xavier in similarly good shape,
both with athletic builds,
you put all the gear on... the helmet, the gloves, the sunglasses...
using one of the spare backup bikes,
you could start the race, pretending
in front of the whole world to be Xavier...
... with Anton there next to you to add to the subterfuge.
You arrived at the last possible second, Inez.
Only the very beady-eyed would notice the minor details.
Like the fact Xavier wasn't wearing his lucky orange socks.
Surely in the heat of the moment, nobody would.
Except, we did.
After the event, admittedly.
But those socks helped us to realise that there was something amiss
that morning. So, with the race up and running,
Josh out in front,
Anton next in line
and Inez, as Xavier, in third,
all she had to do was drop back down through the field...
... and as soon as she could, when it was convenient...
... just slip off down a side road.
While Anton raced on, it allowed you to dump the bike...
... get back to the start,
well before the cyclists hit Tournier's Pass.
And so you had an alibi
for the precise moment when apparently
Xavier came off his bike and fell to his death.
But the GPS tracking...
It shows Xavier's bike stopping when he hit Tournier's Pass.
One final little flourish to fully sell the story.
You see, the GPS unit, it was never attached to Inez's bike.
It was in Anton's pocket.
So as long as Anton was riding, it looked like Xavier was too.
And when he came to the bend in the road
where he knew Xavier's body lay...
... all he had to do was hang back for a couple of feet and, unseen,
hurl the GPS unit into the ravine...
... where it landed near the body and the bike.
And so the illusion was sold.
You all saw with your own eyes
three Team Storm riders start the race.
You were able to follow them on the GPS tracking system.
Xavier must have crashed out during the race... simple as that...
when actually, the fact is, Xavier was already dead,
having been murdered before the starting pistol was fired.
I'm afraid...
... this was your undoing.
If Xavier hadn't torn this from your shirt, Anton,
it would never have occurred to us
that this was anything other than a tragic accident.
Is this true?
I didn't mean to do it.
I just...
We were going to lose everything!
And we still have.
Up.
Sir.
I guess I'm going to have to face some sort of disciplinary action.
You are? For what?
Well, for giving Samson his bag back
and not locking it in the evidence store, like you said.
Which I know goes against protocol and...
You know, when you start out in this job,
you mostly use this, the old noggin.
But if you're going to be an exceptional police officer,
sometimes you have to follow this.
Truth is, JP, I couldn't respect you more for what you did.
You showed emotional maturity,
a rare gift to have for a police officer.
It got me thinking.
Isn't it high time that you put yourself forward
for the sergeant's exam?
Pff... I... Well...
Um, I mean...
I was already thinking about that.
Well, what are you waiting for, then?
Thank you, sir. Good man.
Sorry, am I interrupting?
No, no, of course not. You OK?
Er, yeah. Do you have a second? Yeah.
What you said last night, about me staying on...
I know. It was the sweetest thing.
Really, it was.
Cos I would love to spend more time with you.
But... ?
It's taken me a long time to be myself again.
And that's why your trip is so important.
No, it's not about the trip so much, not really.
It's more about...
... a desire not to compromise any more.
I made a promise to myself, Jack, one that I need to keep.
And so you should.
And, sure, you could always swing by again on your way back.
Yeah. Yeah, I might just do that.
Or...
What's this?
Just my flight detail.
- Oh. - Yeah.
You see, I might not be changing my plans, but...
... nothing to stop you joining me.
Think about it.
What do you say, Harry?
Think it's time for me to have another little adventure?
My son was happy. He loved his life.
The thing that left me the day Kathleen passed away...
That sense of knowing where you want to be.
You need to listen to your heart.
Anna told me that you might join her on her trip.
He won't enjoy it as much, if he doesn't worry about it first.
True happiness has very little to do with geography.
I'd regret missing even a day of the life I've had.