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♪ Sunrise, you lift me up

♪ This vibe is all I need

♪ All night

♪ Into the early morning,
early dawn with me

♪ Hold tight

♪ Gonna lift it up,
one love is all we need

♪ Tonight... ♪

♪ People, if you can hear me,
well, listen up one time

♪ Mi seh mi hands inna di air
for di infamous one Boodybye

♪ Mi seh mi strong,
seh mi strong like lion

♪ Yas, all night long
mi roll dollar strong

♪ Drink a lickle juice
and mi drink a lickle rum... ♪

Hey, yo, yo, yo, Sinbad,

can I get more vocal in
the monitor, please?

All right.

Sounds good, baby.

Yeah, bring down the treble.

♪ Drop wit me... ♪

Me gonna tell the world
my man is on fire tonight.

I'm still getting static through
the monitor.

You hearing that, Erica?

Yeah, I got it, too.

We'll sort it.

Oh, you sounding good, man!

I'm feeling it, you know.

This is our time, Ajay.

Yeah, we're making our own
destiny tonight.

- Right, Eri'?
- Sure thing, T.

Baby, you are going to raise
the roof like no-one else.

You know some of us are
waiting over here?

We still got five minutes.

Yeah, well, some of us need
more practice than others.

Speak for yourself.

All yours, bro. Kill it.

Jadesola, I'm going to stay
and watch Deshawn.

Yeah, watch and learn.

Sinbad, are you ready?

♪ Yo, yo, everybody,
haffi keep calm, come again

♪ Right now this is Deshawn

♪ Tell your friend, them

♪ Yo, upon the island
where I perform

♪ Suddenly people will shout... ♪

Trenton!

Marlon.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Victim is local reggae rapper,
Infamous T.

Real name is Trenton Isaac.

Reggae rap?

I've never heard of that.
Is it a thing?

Is it a thing?

Yeah, you know... Is it a thing?

It's... It's definitely a thing, sir.

It's like a fusion of reggae.

And rap. Yeah.

Sure. Sounds fun.

Crime scene through there?

I swear, the longer he stays on this
island, the more English he gets.

Bullet wound is located right in
the centre of the victim's forehead.

Clearly fired with pinpoint accuracy.

Only thing the victim appears to be
carrying is his mobile phone.

Naomi.

I'll go through his call log and
text messages back at the station.

Yeah.

All right, Marlon, talk us
through what happened.

Trenton was watching from the side

as another rapper called Deshawn
was doing his sound check.

Deshawn said he saw a hooded figure,
stood over here on the other side,

carrying a gun.

Dark hooded top, black jogging
bottoms, white sneakers.

Whoever it was then cut the lights,

fired a single shot across
the stage, killing our victim.

When the lights came back up,
the shooter disappeared backstage.

The only way out is
through a fire exit.

So, he was shot in the dark?

This is the fuse box that the
shooter used to kill the lights.

But why would they do that?

I mean, firing in the dark makes it
much harder to hit the target.

Yeah, and yet somehow the shot
couldn't have been more accurate.

We should dust that
fuse box for prints.

I found a bullet casing here, sir.
I bagged it already.

There's also this - a possible
footprint belonging to the killer.

It's near the same spot where they
stood, apparently.

I guess the sand must've come
from one of these stage weights.

But that is a definite partial footprint.

We should get a cast of it. Mm-hm.

Right, Marlon, let's have
a look at this fire escape.

This way, sir.

We think this is where the killer
entered the building as well?

Well, the only other way in
is round the front,

but the security dude swears that
nobody got in that way.

I'll do some door-to-door -
see if anyone saw our assailant.

Hold on, this is one-way.

Sir?

Well, look, you can only open this
door from the inside.

See? We can't get back in now.

So how did the killer get inside?

Unless someone opened it for them?

You think they had an accomplice?

- An inside man or woman?
- Maybe.

Marlon, let's go talk to the witnesses.

Ah.

We'll... We'll go round
the front to...to go in.

Sir, this is Trenton's fiancee,
Jadesola Okoro.

Erica Williams, his backing singer,
and his manager, Ajay Tucker.

And this is Deshawn Lyons, who was
supposed to be performing tonight.

All right, Deshawn, you were
the support act? Yeah.

And you were on stage when
the gun was fired, is that right?

Yeah. I'd just started when...

..I saw this person in the
corner of my eye.

It was freaky, man.

They had this hood over their face
and they were just standing there.

And then what happened?

I tried to carry on, ignore them,
but then I saw the gun.

They hit the lights, so I ducked
down, hoping they'd miss me.

The lights came back up and that's
when I saw Trenton lying there.

And where were the rest of you
when this happened?

We'd all headed backstage to
chill before the show.

I was in the dressing room
when I heard the shot.

Didn't know what had happened,

so I came running up and found
Deshawn with Trenton.

I was doing my make-up
in the toilet.

I was in the green room,
getting food.

So, you weren't together
after Trenton's sound check?

And did any of you go near
the fire exit backstage?

Or see anyone hanging
around nearby?

It's just that we believe
someone backstage

may have let the killer in.

And as you were the only people
in the area at the time...

You think one of us helped
Trenton get killed? For real?!

That's crazy. We all loved him.
None of us would do that!

OK, thank you.

Marlon, let's do due diligence.

I want exclusion prints taken and
search each of them, just in case.

Gotcha, sir.

We've got ourselves a witness, sir.

Yeah? A Mrs Florius from down
the road was getting in from work

when she saw someone in
a dark hoodie being let in

through that fire escape door.

Did she see who let them in?

Afraid not. It was dark inside.

Oh. But she did see the killer.

And it was a female, mid-20s,
light-skinned,

serious look on her face.

Huh. We should get Marlon to dust
that door for prints as well.

You know, if her prints are on there,

we could be close to
cracking this already.

Can we get those prints uploaded
first thing in the morning?

See who was accessing that fire
escape door. Got you, sir.

That should give us the killer -
or the accomplice.

Or, with a bit of luck, both.

Or none of them at all, sir.

So pessimistic, Naomi.

Darlene, what can I do for you?

The financial check you asked me
to do on your sister. Oh, yeah.

It's come back.

And?

And I have the address
where she's staying.

Thanks for coming with me.

We should probably brace ourselves,
Catherine, tread a bit carefully.

Do you think?

Izzy's unpredictable at
the best of times.

No telling what she's going to be
like when she's pregnant

and on the run from reality.

All right, Nev? Catherine.

Evening, Izzy.

You OK?

Yeah, course. You coming in?

I've made some ginger and lemon
balm tea if you fancy a cup?

That would be lovely, Izzy.

Oh, it's so nice to see you, Catherine.

That was weird.

This is weird.

So, yeah, it's great here.

It's dirt cheap.

Beach just over there.
Shop's up the road.

I've really lucked out.
Oui, c'est parfait.

It's really been good for me, being here.

It's given me time to
think about everything.

It must've been such a shock.

Yeah. And I just panicked.

But I've sorted my head out now.

I really want to have this baby.

I want to be a mother.

Oh! That's wonderful news.
I'm so pleased for you.

Yeah, me too. I'm made up.

Ha! Uncle Nev, eh?

Thank you. That means the world
to me. And you know what?

Having a baby on this island,

I can't think of anywhere
more perfect.

Wait, what?

I'm... I'm going to stay here
and have the baby -

on Saint Marie.

Which means you're both down
for baby-sitting duties,

thank you very much.

But what about Mike - the father?
What did he say?

I don't know.
I haven't asked him yet.

I'm still working it out.

It's a very big decision, n'est ce pas?

Izzy, this is crazy!

You can't just decide to start
a new life in the Caribbean.

You did.

Yeah, but I came out here for a job!

And I don't have commitments
back home.

Yeah, well, I'll get a job.

And Mike and I will sort something.

Look, it's what I want to do,
so I'm doing it,

so just shut your trap.

I'm serious. It's not your call.

Would you like some more tea,
Catherine?

Thank you, Izzy.

So kind.

OK, then.

Marlon, ready for the inspector?

Ready, Sarge.

I think we've lost him to the music.

I have never seen a man
conduct reggae rap before.

Ha-ha! He's so English, bless him.

Inspector.

Inspector! Huh?

We're ready for you.

Oh, sorry. I was just dipping a toe
into our victim's back catalogue.

He's incredibly dexterous,
verbally speaking.

It's... It's very impressive.

OK.

Postmortem confirms Trenton Isaac
was killed instantly

by the bullet to the head.

Ballistics say it was a
7.65-calibre pistol,

fired from a distance between
three to five metres.

I've got us a floor plan of the venue.

And I measured the distance from

where we know the shooter
stood here...

Stage left.

..to where we found the victim's body.

Stage right.

And it's about five metres.

So, even with the lights on,
that is no mean feat.

Firing a bullet and hitting the
victim bang on target.

But with the lights turned off...

I just don't see how
you could guarantee

that kind of accurate shot.

All right, let's start with
what we do know.

The victim.

Local reggae rapper Trenton Isaac,

otherwise known as Infamous T.

22 years of age. Left school at 16.

Worked for a couple of the reggae
clubs on the island as a DJ.

But he's had ambitions of being a
reggae rap artist since his teens.

We know that a young
woman in her twenties

wearing a dark hoodie and black
jogging bottoms is our killer,

but we haven't yet been able
to identify her.

Marlon managed to lift some
fingerprints from

the fuse box at the side of the stage

and also from the fire exit door.
They're in the system now.

But we also know she had
an accomplice

who let her into the building
and that accomplice

must be one of these four people,

who were all backstage around
the time of the murder.

So, Trenton's fiancee is
Jadesola Okoro.

She and Trenton met at one
of his earlier gigs.

They got engaged six months ago
and she works as a model.

Hm, you don't say.

Sorry, sorry.

What about Trenton's manager -
Ajay Tucker?

Turns out he and Trenton have been
friends since school.

They grew up together and he's been
managing T since his early days.

And the supporting artist -
Deshawn Lyons?

Still has a day job running
the family fruit stall.

He's more of an up-and-coming
artist on the island.

So that just leaves Erica Williams -
the backing singer.

She's Ajay's step-sister, 19 years old.

Aspiring songwriter herself.

Mainly doing some busking around
the island when Ajay suggested

she join Trenton as a backing
singer about a year ago.

Sounds like we've got a match on
the fingerprints.

If one of these four was in cahoots
with the killer, it means

they were happy to facilitate the
murder of Trenton Isaac. Why?

We've got a possible suspect, sir.

Matches the description
the witness gave us yesterday.

Layla Carpenter.

Layla?

You know her?

I haven't seen her in
a while, but, yeah.

We used to hustle the
same patch back in the day.

- So, she's got form?
- Sure.

But nothing like this, sir.

She's just like me - scraping a bit
of money to get by.

She's not a killer.

I don't think.

She isn't answering my calls.

Thank you.

Sir, Mrs Florius has
looked at the photo

of Layla Carpenter I emailed over.

Says it's definitely the young woman
she saw being let in through

the fire escape door yesterday.

That settles it.
Layla must be our killer.

Can you two try and track her down?

Check her home and anywhere else
she might have been recently.

We're on it, sir.

I'll put out an all-ports warning,
just in case. Yeah.

If we can apprehend Layla Carpenter,

then surely there'll be evidence
of communication between her

and whoever her accomplice was?

Actually, sir, on that -

I think I might have found
a possible motive for

the victim's fiancee, Jadesola Okoro.

I've been going through
Trenton's mobile phone

and it's clear he's been seeing
someone else.

I've been checking his recent texts

and there's been some, erm...

Erm... How should I say? Er...

Fruity?

Yes, sir, some very fruity texts
exchanged between Trenton

and a woman called Kiyana.

Been going on a couple of months.

And it's not just flirting.

They've obviously been
meeting up at her place.

That IS fruity.

The thing is, sir, in the last
couple of messages Trenton sent,

it's clear Jadesola was on to him.
See?

"J's not happy.

"We need to calm it.
She's going crazy at me."

Look, it was nothing, OK?
We'd moved on from it.

It doesn't sound like nothing.

"J's not happy.

"We need to calm it.
She's going crazy at me."

How did you find out?

Stupid gyal started posting photos
of them together on social media

for the whole island to see.

It was humiliating.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

And so you confronted Trenton?

I was so angry.

Seeing him with her,

all intimate and loved-up.

Doing that to me after he promised...

After he promised what?

After he promised me it
wouldn't happen again.

This wasn't the first time?

Last summer, after we
were just engaged,

a friend of mine told me she'd
seen him with someone else.

He swore it was a mistake,
begged my forgiveness,

and then not even a year passed
and he's at it again.

So, he betrayed you twice
in one year?

That must have hurt a lot.

So much I wanted him dead?

I'm still wearing this because
I loved him like no-one else could.

I'm not your killer.

OK. Thanks for your time.

While we're here, would it be
all right to take a look through

Trenton's personal belongings?

Most of his stuff is at the studio.
It's at the back.

Thank you.

Got some USBs here, sir.

This one's got loads of
song-tracks listed on it.

I'll take them all back to the station
and work through them.

Good idea.

You know, I can't help but feel
sorry for her, Jadesola.

Putting up with all Trenton was doing.

No man is worth that, if you ask me.

Yeah.

It blinkers people, you know,
being in love.

You get so caught up in one person,
you just block everything else out.

Oh, that's interesting.

Sir?

This is Trenton's notebook.

It's full of lyrics and rhymes and ideas,

but the last thing that was written
in it was this - a name and number.

Who's Rich Murphy?

No idea, but look at
the date and time.

That's the same day and time
Trenton was shot.

Yeah.

She's not here.

And her bike's gone.

She'll be laying low.

So, how well do you know this girl?

I mean, is she a proper
friend of yours?

I mean, not at first.

When I first started hustling,

Layla made it clear that
I wasn't welcome.

But it didn't take her long to see
that I didn't know what I was doing,

so she took me under her wing,
showed me the ropes.

She was good to me, you know?

So, yeah, she was a proper friend.

Look, I don't know what's happened,
but I know Layla,

and she's just going to keep running
and make things worse for herself.

It's her. It's Layla.

Layla?

Marlon, I didn't mean to
kill Trenton. I swear!

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Then tell me what was.

It was a mistake.

I don't even understand
how he can be dead.

If you come to the station,
we can help you.

No.

No way. I ain't doing that.

Layla, you need to just...

I said no, Marlon!

You know I don't trust that lot.

But I'll meet with you.

Only you.

Coconut ice stand.

OK.

OK, thank you.

So, turns out Rich Murphy was
an A&R rep for Jah Sounds.

I've heard of them.

Yeah, it's a British-Jamaican
record label.

He flew in yesterday for the concert.

Landed at 4pm, which is why
Trenton scribbled it down.

He sent a car to pick him up.

So, Trenton was obviously hoping
this could be his big break.

Yes, but, although Mr Murphy
said it was Trenton

who made the arrangements, it was
actually his supporting artiste

that the record label was more
interested in signing.

Sounds like there might've been
a bit of competition,

then, between Trenton and Deshawn.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

- Want me to look into it?
- Please.

Inspector Parker. DS Thomas.

Marlon has made contact
with Layla Carpenter.

Really? She phoned me, sir.
She won't come to the station,

but she's agreed to meet
with me tomorrow morning.

You're going to have
to arrest her, Marlon.

Just let me talk with her first.
Please, sir.

Apparently, she's saying that
Trenton wasn't meant to die.

What? So, it was an accident?

I don't know.

But I find it very hard to believe

that Layla would just
shoot somebody.

You think there's more going on?

But if she sees it's more
than just me there tomorrow,

she's going to run. I know it.

Please, sir. Just let me hear
what Layla has to say first.

All right.

Thank you.

Well, let's call it a day there, shall we?

We'll pick this up tomorrow.

Hopefully Layla Carpenter
can shed a bit more light

on what happened when
Trenton was shot.

You're alone?

I told you I would be.

You said on the phone that
Trenton wasn't supposed to die.

I was meant to just go in there
and fire a blank.

It wasn't supposed to be real bullets.
What?

It wasn't even my gun.

So, who gave you the gun?

Trenton did.

I knew him a little. Not well.

He bought a few bootleg
CDs from me.

Then a couple of weeks ago,

he asked if I'd be interested
in doing a few jobs for him.

So, I went to his studio

and he told me he wanted me
to fire a blank gunshot

during the sound check at a gig.

He said it would get him
publicity and scare Deshawn.

Why would he want to scare Deshawn?

He didn't want him to perform.

He thought that the gunshot would
make him freak out and back out.

So, wait, it...it was Trenton
who left the fire exit door

open throughout the gig?

He said he was going to call
the police to make sure

that he looked innocent.

Told me not to worry cos no-one
would ever find out it was me.

Layla, why would you agree
to something like that?

I don't know.

Cos he paid me.

I tried to back out,
I tried to give him his gun back,

but he convinced me
that it was harmless.

And that's why you cut the lights -

because it wasn't meant
to be a real shot.

So how did Trenton ended up
getting shot?

That's what I told you,
I don't understand.

He said there were blanks in the gun.

Why would he put real bullets
in there, Marlon?

Look, I know you don't want to,

but you really need to come
to the station with me

and speak with my boss, Layla.

No way. I know what happens
to people like me, Marlon.

Like you used to be.

We get the blame. Always.

Wait, Layla... Layla!

Trenton was the accomplice to his
own murder? That makes no sense.

Layla said he told her
the bullets were blanks

and that he wanted her to fire
the gun in the dark.

If Deshawn thought someone was
trying to kill him,

he wouldn't want
to perform that night.

That would mean there was no
chance of Deshawn getting

any attention from the A&R rep.

Although Mr Murphy said it was
Trenton who made the arrangements,

it was actually his supporting artiste

that the record label was more
interested in signing.

It's a pretty extreme way to stop
Deshawn from performing.

Sounds like Trenton also thought
it would get him a bit of publicity.

If Trenton gave Layla a gun
with blanks,

how comes he got
a bullet in his head?

Well, maybe he made a mistake.

Didn't know what he was doing,
mixed up the bullets.

Or someone else managed to
switch the bullets.

Yeah, but the fact remains that
Trenton was killed

with a single bullet in
the centre of his forehead.

I find it hard to believe that
that was an accident.

At the same time,
if someone switched in real bullets,

Layla wasn't aiming to kill Trenton -

and she fired in the dark.

How could anyone guarantee
she'd kill him?

This case is making less
and less sense.

Naomi, did you dig up
anything on Trenton

and Deshawn's relationship?

Sounds like Trenton was quite
threatened by him.

Actually, sir, I think it was mutual.

There was a real rivalry
between them.

Why do men always have
to have such big egos?

Not you, Marlon, honey.

Erm, I got in touch with
a couple of Trenton

and Deshawn's mutual friends
I found on social media

and they all said the same thing -

on the surface, the two made out
they were good mates.

And behind the scenes?

Six months back,
Deshawn was heading out for a gig

when he found his car had
been set on fire.

He always swore it was Trenton.

Apparently, he said if Trenton ever
tried to mess with him again,

he wouldn't be responsible
for his actions.

Look, all right. I admit.

T and me, we had some
issues, some tensions.

Might not have been public,
but it wasn't secret.

When did this start?

About a year back.
I'd been gigging a while already,

putting my material out on
social media,

never getting much traction.

But then I really found
my voice, you know?

Worked out what I wanted to say
and how I wanted to say it.

And then you started getting
some attention?

And how did Trenton feel about that?

It's a small scene we got
here on the island -

and he was always the one to watch.

Suddenly, there was
another contender.

And how did that play out?

Don't know what you mean.

Your car was set on fire.

We hear you believed it was
Trenton that did it.

And that you said if he tried
anything like that again,

there'd be consequences.

So, what?

You think I arranged for someone
to come to MY sound check

the other day and shoot him?

No, actually.
We know it wasn't you that did that.

It was Trenton who
arranged for someone

to enter the venue with a gun.

Sorry, what?

Well, the intention was for
a blank to be fired.

Just to scare you. To stop you from
performing that evening.

Makes us wonder, you see,

if you'd got wind of Trenton's plan,

maybe you saw to it that it was
Trenton that ended up

with a real bullet in his head.
No.

No, no, no.
That is not what happened.

I knew nothing about this.
For real.

And what are you saying here?

That I put real bullets in a gun
that was aimed in my direction?

Seriously?

I was on that stage as well.

You need to work out what it
is you're alleging happened here

before you come and bother
innocent people in public.

I've got a business to run here.

We need to find out whether there
were real bullets or blanks

in the gun Layla fired.

Until then, we're clutching
at straws. Mm-hm.

Marlon, did Layla say what
she did with the gun?

She legged it before I could ask, sir.

Marlon, you're going to
have to bring her in.

She's a key witness in this case
and possibly still even a suspect.

We can't keep playing games.

I understand, sir. I'll...

I'll try and reach out to her again.

I am increasingly convinced that,
in some way,

it has to be one of these four who
facilitated Trenton Isaac's killing.

Sir. DS Thomas asked me to work
through the memory sticks

you retrieved from the
victim's studio.

And it's all mostly music stuff.

Guide tracks, demo recordings,
things like that.

But then, on this one,
I found something rather, erm...

Hm! How should I say?

Fruity?

Fruity's exactly the word,
DS Thomas.

They're photos of Erica Williams.

Taken by a boyfriend, I think.

Do we know who he is?

It's obviously just a bit of fun
the pair of them are having.

But it's the fact that these photos were

in Trenton's possession
that bothered me.

And then Marlon was sifting
through the victim's emails

and came across this one.

Sent by Erica a week ago.

Basically, she is pleading with
Trenton to delete the images.

Sounds like he was using them
as a hold over her.

Like he was blackmailing her
or something.

I take it no-one else
knows about this?

It was just between me and Trenton.

The photos that Trenton had of you.
How did he get them?

My boyfriend...

Ex-boyfriend - Lamarr.

He and Trenton were friends and
I think...

Well, I know Lamarr showed them
to him one night at a bar

and, when he left his phone on the
table, Trenton sent them to himself.

I'm sorry that happened
to you, Erica.

From the email that you sent,

it sounds like Trenton
was threatening you.

Is that the case?

People loved him. His music.
Seeing him perform.

But...there was a side he never
showed to his fans.

He could be nasty, you know? Cruel.

So, what was he saying he'd do
with the photos?

Put them online.
Show them to my friends, family.

Did he want something in return?

Oh, no.

No, it wasn't like that.

He liked toying with people.

Feeling like he was in control.

Did Ajay ever find out?

No.

The truth is, now that Trenton's dead,

it means those photos
will never be seen.

No.

I...

I would never...

You can't think that I...

I told you - it was a game to him.

Just a sick game.

That's why I knew
it wouldn't go any further.

I swear to you.

Is it just me, or are you getting
the distinct impression

that Trenton Isaac was
a nasty piece of work?

Very much, sir. Hm.

Maybe I should get in contact
with Erica's ex...Lamarr.

If he and Trenton were friends,

he may know if there are any other
skeletons we should know about.

Yeah. Good idea.

Hey, Catherine.

Neville?

I just wondered how things were
with Izzy today.

Oh, I haven't spoken to her yet.
I wasn't really sure what to do.

Thanks again for coming
with me yesterday, though.

I really appreciate it.

It was very...interesting.

Well, that is one way
of describing it, yeah.

I know she seems to you like
she's not being logical,

but I think maybe she feels very
alone right now.

I remember I did when
I was first pregnant with Cammy.

When Izzy found out
she was having a baby,

she got on a plane and she came
here - to see you, Neville.

She obviously needs
a big brother, right now.

So, just go and be that for her.

Yeah. Thanks, Catherine.

Ooh! Look at all this,
Mr Swankypants.

Well, you know.
Thought I'd make a bit of an effort.

And as it's you,
I'm making your favourite.

You haven't.

Sausage, mash and frozen peas.

Bangers and mash and that view.
Bloody love it.

Yeah, just take a seat,
it won't be long.

And, don't forget - I want
my mashed potato lumpy, please.

Of course.

This is Layla. You know what to do.

You all right, hon'?

Layla's still not answering the phone.

Have you left her a message?

Only saying to call me.

But that was like four hours ago now.

You know, back when we was on the
streets, the only people

we could trust was each other.

And now all she sees is...is this
uniform.

Then you've got to make her see that
you are still the same good friend.

This is Layla. You know what to do.

Layla. It's Marlon, erm...

That was amazing, Nev.
I feel like a beached whale.

Well, that's probably for the best -
you're eating for two now.

Yeah.

Listen...I'm sorry about last night.

I know you need me to
be supportive, and I wasn't.

But I just want you to know that,
whatever you decide to do,

wherever you decide to
raise this baby,

I'm behind you. 110%.

You know it wasn't meant
to be like this, don't you?

How'd you mean?

I was meant to be the cool one
who ended up

in a shack on a Caribbean beach,
not you.

I was always the cool one.

I want what you have.

Don't you think that's a bit of
a rose-tinted view, though?

I mean, it gets quite lonely
out here sometimes.

You've got friends out here.

People really like you,
I can see that. Yeah, sure,

but it's not the same, is it,

as having someone you love?

Someone that loves you.

Like you and Mike.

You know, Mum hoped that
you and that Florence girl

you were talking about
would end up together.

What happened there?

She had to move away.

Not that it would've made any
difference if she'd stayed. No?

Feelings weren't reciprocated.

I'm sorry.

Did you really like her?

Well, I convinced myself that
I didn't, but...yeah.

Yeah, I fell hard.

Just like how I fell for Mike.

Yeah.

I'm so scared about
having this baby, Nev.

I'm not sure I can do it.

Of course you can. You totally can.

You... You've just got to
see it like an adventure.

Like when you just upped sticks

and went travelling round
South America for a year.

It's like you said - you're the cool one,

you do the exciting stuff.

Treat this like your next
big adventure.

I could do that.

I can do an adventure.

I'm good at adventures!

Yeah.

Hm.

If I do this, they're going to
arrest me, aren't they?

Inspector Parker, he's a real good guy.

And he knows there's more
to this than meets the eye.

But we can only get to
the bottom of it with your help.

At the moment, we have no idea
if you are being set up.

If someone put real bullets in the gun,

or something else happened
when you fired it,

you need to tell us where that gun is

so that we can check
the bullets inside it.

I ditched it.

That was always the plan.

What Trenton told me to do.

Where? Where did you ditch it?

I threw it in the sea,

out at Chamereaux Beach.

Marlon, I want you to take Layla
back there and get her to tell you

exactly where she threw it.

Right? Sir.

Darlene, can you get on to
the local dive team,

see if they can spare a couple
of bodies over at Chamereaux Beach?

I'm on it right now, Inspector.
Thanks.

Sir, I've got something.

I was just speaking with
Erica Williams' ex, Lamarr.

He said Ajay Tucker, her step-brother,

did find out about Trenton
and the photos.

And he wasn't too happy about it?

Was furious.

The thing is, sir, Ajay only found
out the morning of the concert.

Confronted Trenton about it.

Ajay was literally heard saying...

I'll kill you for this!

..and had to be pulled off him.
Lamarr saw the whole thing.

You know, I've been living like
this for three years now.

Friends from school,
they're all getting mortgages.

Me? I can barely afford gas
for my generator.

I've worked night and day,
getting him gigs.

Doing his social media,
branding, radio appearances.

I've paid for his demos,
music equipment, venue hire.

And for what? A pittance.

I've got nothing.

And then Trenton goes and repays you
by threatening your step-sister.

He was always cocky, you know?

Arrogant. Selfish.

I thought that's how you have
to be if you want to make it, but...

He got worse?

The last year or so.

No-one came to sign him
after all this time.

And he started to realise that it
just wasn't going to happen for him.

So, he got bitter. Resentful.

He took it out on the rest of us.
He lashed out.

Mr Tucker, you were heard saying
you wanted to kill Trenton.

Yeah. I said that. And I meant it.

But I didn't do it.

So, what happened after you
and Trenton had your altercation?

I calmed myself down.

I realised that if I wanted
to get those photos deleted,

I would have to act
all apologetic, you know?

And that's why you were at
the sound check?

Oh, you're sounding good, man.

I'm feeling it, you know.

I thought I just needed
to get through one last gig

and that's it, we're done, finished.

He can find himself another manager.

Cos I knew Erica would have
the last laugh.

She has real interest in her.

She is a good songwriter. Singer.

People want to sign HER.

- I should take this.
- Yeah.

So, it was just coincidence, then?

That the same day you find out
Trenton took advantage

of your step-sister, AND you said
you wanted to kill him,

someone goes and shoots him?

Look, if you find who killed Trenton,

let me shake them by the hand.

Sir, that was Marlon.
They found the gun.

Green caps on all of them.

They're all blanks.

Yeah. Which leaves us with
a bit of a conundrum.

We've got a gun that didn't
fire a real bullet,

but a real bullet that killed
Trenton Isaac

and not the gun that fired it.

How can it be that we've found
the shooter,

the accomplice and the gun,
but not the killer?

Maybe someone fired
a different gun at the same time?

But I searched the suspects, sir.

None of them had a weapon on them.

And it still won't explain how
they managed to aim and hit

the target when the lights were off.

Right.

Since we're all in the dark,
metaphorically speaking,

we might as well go and plunge
ourselves into literal darkness.

Come on.

So what are you thinking here, sir?

Well, since we've hit a brick wall,

I thought we might return to
the place where it all started.

And we're in the dark because...?

I wanted to know exactly
what the killer could see.

And the answer is...

..absolutely nothing.

Could you get the lights,
please, Marlon?

All four suspects had motive,

but none of them had means
or opportunity.

I'm fine. Continue.

So, where do we go from
here, Inspector?

I don't know. I really do not know.

Well, isn't that a thing?

The bullet wound is located right

in the centre of the victim's forehead.

Clearly fired with pinpoint accuracy.

The only thing the victim appears
to be carrying is his mobile phone.

Well, I'll be jiggered.

Jiggered?

That is it. That is actually it!

So, he was shot in the dark?

We'd all headed backstage
to chill before the show.

I was in the dressing room
when I heard the shot.

I was doing my make-up
in the toilet.

I was in the green room.

What are you saying here?

That I put real bullets in a gun
that was aimed in my direction?

Seriously?

Maybe someone fired a different
gun at the same time?

But I searched the suspects, sir.
None of them had a weapon on them.

And he told me he wanted
me to fire a blank gunshot

during the sound check at a gig.

There's also this - a possible
footprint belonging to the killer.

You've got it, sir?

Yeah, I think I have.

I-I mean, I know exactly how Trenton
was shot in pitch-black darkness,

but I don't know who did it yet,
but I reckon I can work that out.

Marlon. Yes, sir?
We're going to need the cast

you took of that footprint.
I'll head to the station.

Darlene, could you check
the pictures on the whiteboard

and make sure all the suspects are
wearing the same shoes

they had on on the day of the killing?
OK, Inspector.

Sir, just so I know -

being jiggered, that's
a good thing, right?

In this instance, it most certainly is.

The footprint that we recovered,

I now know for definite that that
belongs to the killer.

Not because they stood here

in the small patch of sand
and fired the gun,

which is what we originally suspected,

but we were wrong.

Because the only person
who was in that area

at the time of the murder
was Layla Carpenter.

And, yes, although she was seen
firing a gun,

we know that that gun
only contained blanks.

So it was impossible for her to
have fired the fatal bullet

that killed Trenton Isaac.

Plus, it's not even Layla's footprint.

And yet, I still know that

this footprint belongs to the killer.
Why?

Not because they stood here
while they pulled the trigger,

but because they stood here
while they disposed of the gun.

The other gun -

the one that contained real bullets.

The one that killed Infamous T.

Sir, we have a match.

It's here.

Of course.

So, Trenton was obviously hoping
this could be his big break.

Cos I knew Erica would have
the last laugh.

Sounds like there might have been
a bit of competition,

then, between Trenton and Deshawn.

And now we know which one
of you it was that did it.

Let's start with what we already know.

Trenton Isaac hired Layla
to fire a blank bullet

at the gig to frighten Deshawn,
stop him from performing,

and everything was going
according to plan.

Trenton opened the fire exit

to let Layla in.

She entered the building,

approached the stage,

cut the lights and fired the blank shot.

Which is where we get to
the part of this case

that's been bugging me
right from the start.

How was the killer able
to make such an accurate shot

in pitch darkness?

The only thing we found on
Trenton's body

at the crime scene here
was his mobile phone.

Which, of course, lights up
when you touch the screen.

Layla told Marlon that
Trenton wanted to be the one

to call the police
so he would look innocent.

He said he wanted to call
the police himself

to make sure that he looked innocent.

Now, just suppose, just for a second,

that the killer somehow heard about
Trenton's plan in advance.

That would mean that they knew
that when Trenton pulled

the phone out of his pocket
and held it up to dial the number,

they would be able to use
the light from the phone screen

to make that accurate shot.

So, the question now is,

did anyone know about Trenton's
plan in advance?

Layla, you told us that Trenton
first outlined his scheme

when you visited him at his studio.

I went to his studio and he
told me he wanted me

to fire a blank gunshot during
the sound check at a gig.

Now I need you to think
very carefully -

did you see anyone else
there that day?

Yeah. She was there.

But Trenton sent her out
when I got there.

Well, Erica, that makes sense,

because that is your footprint.

Which, in turn, means that it was
you that killed Trenton Isaac.

My guess is that when Layla was
there at the studio that day,

you overheard Trenton
outlining his plan to her.

And then, once you knew
Layla's part in it,

you then went out and got hold of
a second identical gun

and a silencer and hid it on you
when you came here to the gig.

After Trenton's sound check,

you, Jadesola and Ajay
all headed off backstage.

You claimed you were in
the bathroom doing your make-up.

But you came back, didn't you?

You snuck back here

and you hid somewhere
on this side of the stage.

There's plenty of drapes
and speakers and

it wouldn't be difficult
to hide yourself from view.

So that, when Layla arrived,
got into position,

cut the lights and fired
the blank shot,

and Trenton took out his phone
to dial the police,

you were able to appear from here.

Making sure that you were
about the same distance from him

as Layla was on the other
side of the stage,

you were able to use the light from
the screen on his phone

to raise your gun and make that shot.

In the few moments before
the lights came back up,

it would have been easy enough
to hide yourself back there.

And you knew that everyone would
rush to the stage

when they heard the gunshot.
Trenton!

So, it was just a matter of
waiting behind there

and then appearing behind them
as if you'd come from backstage.

In the confusion and panic,
nobody noticed

when you picked up the casing
from the bullet you fired,

and then Trenton's phone.

So now you had two tasks
to perform.

First of all, you had to replace
Trenton's phone,

and secondly you had to
dispose of the murder weapon

and the casing from
the bullet you'd fired.

Well, we know Officer Pryce here
cleared the crime scene.

But there were just a few moments
when he had to be outside

talking to the security guard.

That must have been when you
snuck back in here

and replaced Trenton's mobile,

only for me to find it soon after.

You can't prove any of this.

Well, that actually brings us
full circle.

Back to the footprint.

See, when we first saw this
pile of sand here,

we just assumed it had fallen from
one of the stage weights.

You know, maybe a...

Maybe a bag had torn or something.

But now, we know that
the sand spilled

because you lowered this one...

..opened it...

..and disposed...

..of these inside it.

These will be covered in your prints.

So, yes, I can prove it.

But why would you do that, Eri?

Because Trenton was blackmailing her.

Threatening to release
intimate photos of her.

We know you wouldn't have
wanted that.

Of course. Who would?

But what we didn't understand was
quite how much was at stake for you.

When the A&R man,
Rich Murphy, told us

that his record company was actually
more interested in signing

Trenton's supporting artiste,
we assumed he meant Deshawn here.

Although Mr Murphy said it was
Trenton who made the arrangements,

it was actually his supporting
artiste that the record label

was more interested in signing.

But he wasn't, was he?

Ajay told us that you were about
to sign your own record deal.

Cos I knew Erica would have the last
laugh. She has real interest in her.

It was you that Rich Murphy was
coming to see, wasn't it?

Because it was all about
to happen for you.

Because success was
knocking on your door.

But you just had one major problem.

Trenton Isaac.

He was going to ruin everything,
and he had to be stopped.

He knew I was about to move on.

Stop being his backing singer.

Make it on my own.

And he couldn't stand it.

Me leaving him to make a go of it.

Do what he could never achieve.

He said he would show the
world those photos

if I signed that contract!

I wasn't about to let him ruin my life.

And he deserved it.

He deserved everything he got.

Marlon, make the arrest, please.

Ajay!

Doesn't feel much like justice,
does it, sir?

No. Not this time.

Marlon, I'll take it from here.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Well, you know, you looked after
me a few years back.

I'm just glad I got the chance
to return the favour.

I never thought I'd say this, but
you did the right thing, you know -

getting out of it all,
making something of yourself.

Good on you.

See you around.

Erica, there is no getting away
from what you did.

But I want you to know that when
this goes to trial,

the judge will take everything
into consideration.

The circumstances of what you did.

How Trenton was victimising you.

It was still murder, though, wasn't it?

Yes.

But you're 19.

You're young, you're talented.

You deserve a second chance in life,
and you will get one.

Nev? Izzy!

Merci.

I called Mike.

I told him I was sorry for upping
sticks and coming here.

That, yes, I would marry him,
if he wanted me.

And I want us to have
the baby together.

Right, what did he say?

The daft bugger's never
been so happy.

Oh! Thanks for looking
after me, Nev.

Oh, no worries. I better go.
I'm already running late.

No change there.

If you want what I've got,
then go and get it.

There's someone's just waiting
for you out there, I know it,

but you've got to get off your
backside and find her. All right?

Right.

Bye, Nev.

See you. Safe flight, Izzy.

Commissioner.

Officer Pryce.

Sorry to disturb your evening, sir.

Your secretary said you might be here.

I just wondered if you had
a quick moment. Yeah.

I try and get down here
every now and then.

It's good to check in with
the people we've chosen to serve.

And this harbour, it's like
the beating heart of the island.

You know, the trust put in us
as police officers,

it should never be taken
for granted.

No, sir.

It's funny you say that,
cos that's kind of why I'm here.

You're not handing in your
resignation, I hope.

No. No, sir. No.

No, no, no.

Erm, sort of the opposite, actually.

It's, erm...

It's nearly been two years since
I started this job as a trainee,

and now I'm a full-blown officer.

And, well, I never said it
to you before, sir,

but thank you.

You gave me a chance.

Not that I appreciated it
at the time, sir.

But...you changed my life.
So, yeah.

Thank you.

No-one is more pleased than me that
it's worked out for you, Marlon.

Or more proud of the fine young
police officer you're turning into.

So, just keep at it.

The victim is Julius Rotfeld,
the chess player.

We believe he was poisoned, sir.

I've never known anything
like this.

I would never do such a thing!

We're a very obsessive sort,
us chess players.

You're thinking of dating?!

I've written the profile
and that's fine, but it's...

It's these photos.

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

Maggie Harper. UK Press.

Maggie Harper is here on the island?

I'm afraid she is.

You two know each other?

It's been a while.

You're lying to my officers
behind my back.

I am sorry.

I deserve the truth.

Damn it!