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'Thank you for joining us
on this sunny afternoon

'at Saint Marie Stadium.
We're excited

'for the Women's Youth
CFL Cup Final'

between Saint Auguste
and Saint Marie.

We are honoured to be hosting
the match

here on our beautiful island.

Que la meilleure gagne!

Bet you don't get this
on Day Of The Match.

It's Match Of The...

Oh, yeah, very funny. Very funny.

This is football - Caribbean style.

'Now put your hands together
for our players - Saint Auguste,

'led by team captain
Ines Mercedes.'

CHEERING

'And Saint Marie,
led by striker Grace Devon.'

CHEERING

We deserve to have
our names on that trophy,

so let's go out there
and win it!

All right, show me some love.

Let's tear them apart.
Ready? One, two, three...

Saint Marie!

Good luck.

Ines, Ines...

Do you see the scouts there?

Remember the game plan - play
the ball long and keep your cool.

All right, have a good game.

- Dad, I need to talk to you.
- Not now, Brigitte.

SHE SIGHS

All right, ladies,
let's keep our shape.

Saint Auguste!

Long ball, Ines!

Why's she ignoring
the game plan?

Pass it over!

What the hell was that?!

CROWD BOOS

Not looking too impressive now,
are you, superstar?

WHISTLE BLOWS

Too far, Miss Mercedes,
too far.

You're off!

What did you do?

CROWD BOOS

You've been begging
for this chance.

Well, here it is.

Well played.

Everybody, push up!

That is
one fine-looking referee.

- Are you OK?
- Mm-hm.

- Finally!
- Keep it up, Saint Marie! Come on!

'And at half-time,
the score is 1-0...'

Keep your position. Do not get
dragged into their game.

INES GASPS

Madelina, Seban,
you play double pick-up...

The victim is Ines Mercedes,

captain and goalkeeper of the
Saint Auguste women's football team.

Cause of death appears
to be a single gunshot wound

to the inside
of the right thigh.

Small entry, larger exit wound.

Can't believe we were
just watching her out there,

- and now...
- Wait, what's that?

Is that a bullet hole?

- But no bullet.
- Yeah, but
why would the shooter take it?

Sometimes a killer likes
to take a souvenir.

And why would they want
to do that, Inspector?

Commissioner.

Right, well, at this moment
in time...we don't know.

So tell me, what do you know?

Ines Mercedes was red-carded
about ten minutes into the game,

which means she was here in the
changing room about 35 minutes.

We're checking if anyone was
seen going in or out of here.

There's only one entrance,
and the windows are too small

for the killer
to have climbed in.

And they couldn't have shot her

through the window from outside,
given the location of the bullet.

Maybe the killer was already
in here,

or they could have
followed her in.

Her mobile phone is still here,
so it couldn't have been

- a burglary gone wrong.
- And if I'm correct,

you were all sitting out there
at the time.

Did any of you see or hear
anything?

Unfortunately not.

The press are out there...

..wanting answers,

and it seems, right now,
we have none.

We're working on it, sir.

I am leaving office
in less than a week,

and I want this young woman's
killer caught

and behind bars before then.

Well, you heard the Commissioner.
Action stations.

As soon as Darlene's
cordoned off the area,

get her to process the scene.
We need to get out there

and talk to the players
and the spectators.

There's only one way
in and out of this place,

so the killer couldn't have
gone completely undetected.

Somebody saw something.

Well, come on, then!

- Thanks. OK.
- OK. Thank you.
- Have a good day.

How are the interviews going?

Just finished talking
with Mrs Valois.

Her shitzu's not well.

- What?
- I know, right?
Worms, apparently.

No, I meant,
what are you doing?

How many statements
have you taken?

Just the one.

The Inspector likes me
to be super thorough.

Can you speed up?

He wants us to search the area
for the gun,

in case the killer
just dropped it somewhere.

All right.

This is ridiculous.

So far, we haven't found
a single witness

who saw anyone exit
or enter the changing room

- while Ines was alone in it.
- Doesn't make much sense.

- Naomi?
- Emmanuel.

Ah, I thought it was you.

I take it
you two know each other?

Er...yeah.
Um, old friends from back home.

- Emmanuel Warner.
- DI Wilson.

Er, did you know the victim
at all?

Not personally, but she was
well known on the circuit.

- Such a talent, but...
- And that beef with the striker,

that looked pretty heated
from where I was sitting.

Grace Devon, the star player
on the rival team.

- But beyond that...
- And the red card,
was that normal behaviour for Ines?

I've never seen that type
of behaviour before.

Well, people can act strange
under pressure.

Er, yeah.
I think we should, um...

...speak to Grace Devon,
see if she knows anything.

Yeah, let us know
if, er, you think of anything.

- Yes, sure, sure, sure.
And it was good to see you.
- You too.

Just friends, eh?

Things got pretty lively
out there with you and Ines.

That's football.

- The game must mean a lot to you?
- Yeah, it does...

..for all the girls.
We trained hard for the match.

PHONE VIBRATES

And I heard Saint Auguste
are your biggest rivals.

- So?
- So maybe your rivalry with Ines
runs a little deeper.

Not looking too good now,
are you, superstar?

Did the two of you have
any problems off the pitch?

Mm, she's a tough opponent,
but that's it.

I barely knew her.

PHONE VIBRATES

You going to get that?

Yeah.

Does she seem nervous to you?

Definitely.

This talented
young woman is shot and killed

at a football match,
virtually under our noses,

and no-one, including ourselves,
saw or heard a thing.

We've no gun, no bullet,
and nobody was seen coming in or out

of the changing room during
the game. What do we know

about the victim so far?

Ines Mercedes, 18,
born on Saint Auguste.

Coach Curtly Lewis spotted her
playing street football

in her early teens
and signed her up.

Referred to her in the press
as his superstar.

Well, the coach's daughter,
um...

Er, Brigitte Lewis.

Yeah, well,
she's reserve gully, right?

- Wonder what she thought about this.
- Ines' parents died young.

Since signing on with Curtly,

she's dedicated her life
to her career.

She was going places, for sure.

I checked her socials,
and there's a photo of Ines

and some shiny US university guy
shaking hands.

The caption says,
'The start of something great',

smiley face emoji, prayer hands
emoji, heart emoji...

OK, we get the idea.

Well, we need to find out
what 'Start of something great'

actually means.

PHONE PINGS AND VIBRATES

So, the time of Ines' death
is somewhere between her red card

in the tenth minute, and when her
body was found at half-time.

But we didn't hear a gunshot
during that time.

Nor did anyone else.

Well, when did Saint Marie
score their goal?

PHONE PINGS REPEATEDLY AND VIBRATES

Are you with us, Officer Rose?

Sorry, boss, it's just...

..this nice lady I spoke
to at the football, Mrs Valois -

she keeps sending me photos
of her shitzu.

- It's pretty cute though.
You want to see it?
- No!

Seb, honey, this is
why we take their number.

I've realised that now.

So, er, Saint Marie scored
in the 35th minute.

- What time was kick-off?
- Two o'clock.
- Right.

Grace Devon scores her goal,

the drummers start up,
the crowd go wild.

Well, that's the only time that a
gunshot could have been drowned out,
right?

So, 2:35pm is our possible
time of death?

Or thereabouts.

But based on what I've seen,
everyone respected Ines.

So who'd want her dead?

Maybe someone who was
sending her death threats.

There are a couple of dozen
messages on there,

all sent in the last few weeks.

"Play the final and die."

Well, there's nothing subtle
about that.

"I'm always watching."

A real stalker, that.

- Can you trace the number?
- It's probably unregistered.

I have contacted
the network provider,

but, um, it's too late for them
to get back to us now.

Right, well, it's been a long day.
You all get off.

We'll crack on with fresh heads
in the morning, yeah?

- Goodnight, team.
- Night.

This referee - who is he?

He's sort of...my ex.

- We broke up when I moved here.
- You never mentioned him.

Yeah, well, it's...no big deal.

So, um...

..how long were you with him?

Four years.

Well, that's a big deal, then.

So...you seeing him earlier...

It was...weird,
I'm not going to lie.

But, I mean, it...

...it's fine.

He's over it, I'm over it. It's OK.

- Really?
- Really.

See you in the morning.

There you go, little man. Make sure
you get your vitamin C.

BANGING ON DOOR

Mm! Come in.

What happened
to "temperature perfection"?

Ah, right. It, um...

It packed up last night.

Well, at least
you can see the ocean now.

These are for you.
The man was outside.

Ah, nice one.

My dry-cleaning.

Finally, something on this island
that moves faster than a snail.

Oh!

- So, I've noticed something.
- Mmm?

Well, with, uh, the football,

and now
our dry-cleaning services...

...maybe you're actually
starting to like Saint Marie.

Ah, steady on!

Although, to be fair,
I am doing what you said.

I'm making the most
of my time left here.

It's barbecue lobster night
at the Flying Fish.

According to the chef,
it's legendary.

I'm pleased
you're going back there,

- connecting with your mother.
- Apparently, she loved the rum cake.

And I can vouch for that.
But you know something?

Since I closed her case,
I've been sleeping better.

So, um...

...thank you.

No worries, sir. Happy to help.

Hey, I tell you what,
if you've got no plans,

- why don't you join me? My treat.
- Hmm.

Only if you don't order pudding
before I've eaten my starter.

Bit rude. But a deal.

Oh, do you mind if I drive?

Oh...are you sure
that's a good idea?

- I mean, after what happened...
- Come on!

You can't be my chauffeur forever.

OK.

What on earth is all this?

Getting things in order
before I leave.

Just need this case solved first.

Your petition passed
the 10,000 mark.

I see.

Now it's the time to act.

We're going to Kingston to meet
with the Chief Commissioner.

Are we?

He needs to realise
the whole island is behind you.

HE SIGHS

I've already spoken to him.
At length.

I'm not going cap in hand
to beg for my job!

Fine. Then, don't.

- But I will.
- Ah...! I'm touched.

I'm touched by the support.

You know I am. But right now,

you're letting emotion
cloud your judgment.

I'm not doing this
as your friend.

I'm doing this as the mayor
of our community.

A community that cares for you.

How many times
do I have to say it?

This will be embarrassing...

- ..for both of us.
- My plane leaves in an hour.

So, the network couldn't trace
the number

- that sent the threats.
- As expected.

But there might be
something else.

I'm listening.

This photo.

- Now, the team are staying at
Sandiways Hotel, right?
- Mm-hm.

So, chances are, Ines was
in her room at the time.

So I thought we could go
to the hotel

and check the CCTVs.

- You're late.
- Ah, so sorry.

I was helping Mrs Valois
with her shopping.

Where we at?

I'll tell you on the way.

Thanks.

That was the scout
from the Florida university.

- Yeah?
- So, Coach Lewis was
on the point of signing a deal

for gifted players to study there
on a scholarship.

Ines was meant to be
the first player on the scheme.

Well, what kind of deal?

A $1.5 million investment
in his football club.

- That's some major coinage.
- Yeah, but the scout said

they were having serious doubts
about Ines' temperament.

- Then she gets sent off
in a cup final.
- Exactly.

So she blew the deal
before she was even shot.

They made their decision
there and then.

Well, that must have been tough
for Coach Lewis to take.

Naomi?

Uh, can I talk to you?

It's about Ines.

I don't want to waste anyone's time,
but something is just bugging me.

So I thought it was best
to come in.

Well, I was checking the corner
flag before the match,

and that's when I saw Ines
arguing with her coach.

You can't be serious!
Everything's riding on this!

I've got another migraine.
Brigitte can take my place.

Brigitte is not ready yet!

So Ines tried to pull out
of the match?

And let his daughter Brigitte
play instead.

How well do you know the coach?

Him have a tough reputation.

Do you think the players
were frightened of him?

He's what I will call a barker
on the touchline.

So, Ines pulls out last-minute,
to the fury of Coach Lewis,

then inexplicably changes
her mind, again,

only to blow it all
by getting a red card.

Which we know caused Coach Lewis
to lose a lucrative contract.

Potential motive?

I think it's time for a huddle
with the coach.

- Appreciate you coming in.
- Happy to help.

And, um, sorry about yesterday,
if I was a bit...

You weren't.
I get it, it's your job.

Detective Sergeant Thomas.

HORN BEEPS

Well...

- ..your boss is...
- Annoying.

Look, I don't suppose you would
like a drink this evening?

HORN BEEPS

Yes...

..I would like that.

I thought the British were
known for their politeness.

Well, I must have missed that memo.

Um...

...do you mind if I take
a raincheck for dinner tonight?

Oh, I get it.
You got a better offer?

It's just...a drink with Emmanuel.

Good for you, DS Thomas.

Control. That's good. Trap the ball.

Pass it. Faster! Control.

- Good.
- Business as usual, Coach?

All right, that will do for today.
Warm down.

- Warm down!
- Yes, Coach.

The girls, they're upset,
stuck in a hotel.

Thought a training session
might be a distraction.

Need a word.

In private.

I was trying to talk some sense
into her.

She failed to realise
that this was her big moment.

The scholarship scheme?

A chance to get gifted girls
to the US college sports system.

Sounds like a worthy cause.

Ines was going to be
the first of many.

So she agreed to play in the end,
only to get sent off.

I mean,
that must have made you angry.

Of course.

They took a lot of convincing
that these kids had the discipline

to last the course.

She was going to be our test case.

And now you've lost
all that coinage.

Coinage?

Yeah, cash. Loads of it, I hear.

The potential investment
in your club

if your "test case"
was a success.

If you think
I killed that poor girl

over some business deal,
you're insane.

Your daughter, Brigitte -
she's reserve goalie, right?

- So what?
- Well, how did she feel
about the time and attention

you devoted to your superstar?

Brigitte and I have
a great relationship.

And she and Ines
were best friends.

As you would imagine,
we're devastated.

Yet you're out here
having a kickabout.

Me nah like your tone,
Inspector.

I get that a lot.

Mind if I borrow this?

PHONE RINGS

Officer Rose?

Yeah, we're on our way.

Thank you for your time.

Think we found our stalker.

Here's CCTV
from outside Ines' bedroom,

at the same time
the photo was taken.

The timestamps match exactly,
but we can't make out the face

of whoever's taking the picture.

But they were wearing
a yellow backpack, so...

...we went through
all the hotel's CCTV footage.

And we caught them entering
the lobby an hour earlier

with the exact same backpack -
this time from the front. Look.

- That isn't me.
- Well, I must need glasses, then,

because it looks
a hell of a lot like you.

Why would I send those horrible
messages to my best friend?

I don't know. You tell us.

It must have been tough,

seeing her get all that
attention from your father.

Second choice on the pitch,
and off.

- That wasn't Ines' fault.
- It was your father's?

He didn't want to sign you up
for the scholarship scheme?

He told me I wasn't good enough.

Wow.

That's...

..that's difficult to hear.

But if Ines was
too frightened to play,

and you took her place
on the team, maybe then

you could show everyone
just how good you were.

It's a terrible thing to do,
Brigitte,

but we could understand
why you'd do it.

I just wanted to scare her.

I didn't kill her.

Well, regardless
of the ongoing investigation,

you'll still be facing charges
for the death threats. All right?

Don't leave the island.
We'll be in touch.

See, Mrs Valois,
your photos are still here.

You have some shots, but
they're in your deleted folder.

So any time you have trouble...

- Who's that?
- Mrs Valois. The woman
won't leave him alone.

Right,
the postmortem results are in.

Cause of death,
major haemorrhage,

due to the gunshot wound
to the thigh.

Well, that much we already knew.

They found more than double
the recommended dose

- of co-codaprin
in her bloodstream.
- Painkiller?

Remember she told the coach
she was having a migraine?

It must have been
a pretty heavy one.

But that doesn't tell us
anything new.

All our suspects have alibis.

Coach Lewis, Brigitte and Grace
were all on the pitch,

so none of them could have entered
the changing room to shoot Ines.

And I've still no idea
why the killer took the time

and effort to retrieve
the bullet. I mean, you'd think

they'd want to get out of there
pretty sharpish, wouldn't you?

Laundry bags!

- Excuse me?
- Sorry, let me...rewind.

So, I was just helping Mrs Valois
with some technical issues.

She thought she'd deleted
all her photos of her dog,

but they were
in her deleted folder.

Anyway, in there,
I found some footage

she'd accidentally taken
at the football match.

- It was upside down.
- So?

But in the video,
I saw the laundry bags

by the changing rooms

that weren't there when we were
talking to the witnesses.

- Go on.
- So, long shot, but maybe
whoever collected those bags

might have seen something.

I was thinking maybe,
you know, I could ask,

in the spirit of...being thorough.

Officer Rose...

...I like your style.

Hmm!

So you haven't seen
anything at all? All right.

Have a good evening.

WASHING MACHINE WHIRS

Ah...

I knew it.

So, Detective, what do I update
the press with?

That not only did this murder
happen

in full view of my officers,

but that we also have no leads
of any substance?

Found the murder weapon.

- Where?
- Laundrette.

How on earth did it get there?

I think the killer must have
hidden it in one of the laundry bags

- at the game.
- If a journalist
were to find out about this...

They'd have a field day.
No pun intended.

The prints may have been
washed off,

but we'll run traces on the gun,
get it dusted for prints,

- and get it sent off to the lab
ASAP.
- On it, boss.

Thank you, Officer Rose.

Hopefully we'll get
some answers tomorrow,

- and as soon as we do,
we'll let you know.
- Good.

Right, well, there's nothing
much more we can do now.

You guys get home.
I've got a lobster to eat.

You have fun tonight, yeah?

- Tonight?
- Um...

I'm going for drinks
with Emmanuel.

Er, so where are you going
to meet him?

Catherine's.
In case I need moral support.

You've got this.

Naomi!

- Hi, Catherine.
- You look beautiful!
- Thank you.

How did it go with
the Chief Commissioner today?

I don't want to,
as the English say,

count my chickens, but he said
it looked very persuasive.

Good. I'm pleased to hear that.

Now, is that delightful man

waiting for you?

Hello.
You're Dorna's boy, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm her son.
- I'll show you to your table.

- It wasn't that bad.
- Really?

Your daddy's famous chilli,
and you didn't even warn me?

- I definitely did.
- Well, not in time.

That thing was spicy, you know.

We gave you milk. Which you managed
to pour all over the table.

No. I think they were just...

..delighted I finally brought home
a boyfriend.

Hmm.

So...

...has there been anyone?

Since you, you mean?

Um...

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Nothing serious.

Work doesn't...

Work doesn't allow
much time for anything else.

Well, it looks
like it's really paying off.

I always knew you would fly.

- That punch is lethal!
- Saint Marie special.

THEY BOTH CHUCKLE

You seem happy here.

I am.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

SHE SIGHS

My boss.

You might have noticed, he doesn't
really get boundaries.

So how come you never asked me
to come with you?

I...

..I thought you didn't want to.
Saint Barnabas is your home.

- You always said you'd never leave.
- You never gave me a choice.

But you didn't say anything.

I got it into my head that
you wanted to be rid of me.

I didn't want to hold you back.

- That's not true.
- Isn't it?

Look, anyway...

...the past is the past now,
so...

Well...

...we're here now.

- We can try to...
- Naomi, I...

I'm sorry, I should have
tell you this before.

I'm engaged.

Oh, good. You're here.

What have you got?

It's about my mum.

Something the waitress said
that's really odd.

Apparently,
about a week before she died,

she was talking about
scattering her dad's ashes

just on the beach out here.

Well, if that's true,
why did she then decide

to scatter them out at sea instead?

I mean, it could be something.
It could be nothing.

What do you think?

Have you got something
in your eye?

It's probably just sand.
We are by the beach.

No, it's not sand.

SHE SNIFFLES

Oh, no.

Eh..

You were meant to see that referee
friend tonight, weren't you?

I take it it didn't go very well.

He's engaged.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this.

- No, no, there's no need to
apologise.
- It's just, um...

...I think I messed up.

- How do you mean?
- Well,
he's moving on with his life,

just like everybody else
I know.

If I'd stayed
on Saint Barnabas, then...

Then you wouldn't be here
doing what you love doing.

Right? Life's about choices.

But what if I made
the wrong one?

There's no such thing.

I was engaged, once.

Yeah.

And trust me, it's not all
it's cracked up to be.

What happened?

Work...

...kind of got in the way.

She got fed up
with never seeing me.

Surprisingly.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Do you think you could ever...?
- Ever what?

Find a balance?

Well, put it this way.
I haven't managed to find it yet.

It's kind of hard, when this is
the only thing I'm actually good at.

Yeah! Yeah.

Yeah, I get that.

- Now, how about
some of that rum cake, yeah?
- Yeah.

Kind of in limbo
until we hear from the lab.

- Mm.
- Ah, perfect timing.
Just going through the facts.

Right, current suspects -

Curtly Lewis,
Saint Auguste coach,

Brigitte Lewis, his daughter
and reserve goalie.

Curtly watched
a very lucrative deal collapse

because of Ines' behaviour.
Brigitte, deeply jealous

of her father's relationship
with Ines.

Enough to send some
pretty serious death threats.

But enough to murder?
I'm not so sure.

Then there is the Saint Marie
striker, Grace Devon.

- Definitely something up with her.
- We've got no motive so far.

But each of these suspects
were on the pitch

at the time of the murder.

PHONE PINGS

So how could any one of them
have shot Ines?

- Lab results are in.
- Great.

OK.

- No prints on the gun.
- Not surprising.

We did get something back,
though.

They traced the serial number
back to a seller.

- Someone called Warwick Edwards.
- I recognise that name.

Dwayne used to know him
back in the day.

Well, can you track him down?

Maybe he can tell us
who he sold the gun to.

Sure. Leave it with us.

Um...

...so, about last night...

- Forget about it.
- I'm so embarrassed, sir.
- Don't be.

Just never do it again.

And that thing the waitress
said, about your mother?

What about it?

Well, are you going
to look into it, or...?

No, no, I decided it was
probably unimportant.

Let sleeping dogs lie.
You know what I mean?

So, I was looking through
Ines' phone records

this morning, and it turns out
she booked a cab from her hotel

- the night before her death.
- Do we know where to?

Not yet,
but I do know the taxi company.

They're called Phoenix.

I know the one.
They have an office in town.

- Um, I can go down there now.
- Great.

- Selwyn? There's something
I need to tell you.
- There's no need.

- You know?
- The Chief Commissioner
called me.

Said that, despite everything,
he can't reverse his decision.

But he sat there,

eating his prawn cocktail,

telling me it would certainly
make a difference.

I suppose
the board objected to it.

I feel like an idiot.

That is definitely not
what you are.

I'm sorry
for ignoring your wishes.

It was a valiant effort,
one which I am grateful for,

but now it seems
that ship has very much sailed.

And I need to accept it.

As do you.

I spoke to Warwick's neighbour.

- Apparently he's gone to the shop.
He'll be back soon.
- Cool.

I've been, um, meaning to say sorry,

for giving you a hard time
about Mrs Valois.

No worries. She is pretty extra.

Yeah, but that's what
community policing is about -

those extra things,

and...it's good to be reminded
about that sometimes.

One of my mother's
favourite Bible sayings is,

"Do unto others as you would like
done unto you."

- Mm-hm.
- One of her top five,
actually.

She's a pastor at Saint Vincent's.

- She must be so proud of you.
- Hmm.

She does her best, but secretly,

I think she's just waiting
for me to ruin it.

Like I always do.

That's him.

Mr Warwick. We''ve been
looking for you.

We have some questions.

Did you know Saint Auguste won
the cup final six times

in the last ten years?
Saint Marie won it only twice.

Fun football fact for you.

Is it?

- So, how'd you get on?
- Good.

Found the driver. He told me he
drove Ines to Grace Devon's place.

- OK...
- Mm-hm.

She asked him to wait outside,
and when she came back out,

he saw Grace chasing her
into the street.

They ended up in a big argument
that left them both in tears.

Ines, I don't understand!

Stop following me!
It's over! I'm sorry.

So it looks like our striker
was lying after all.

PHONE RINGS

Officer Curtis.
What have you got?

It took a bit of persuading,

but we know who Warwick
sold the gun to.

Maybe I should ride sometime.

Wait, there she is.

- Stop her!
- Grace!

FRANTIC MUSIC PLAYS

Got you!

- Oh!
- You had a good run?

With these shoes?!

HANDCUFFS CLICK

So you and Ines met
through football?

Tournaments, training camps.

Can't have been easy,
living on different islands.

If you love someone,
you make it work.

And what did Coach Lewis
think about it?

- If he'd have known,
he'd have gone crazy.
- Because?

He banned all the girls
from dating during the season.

Must have been hard,
trying to keep it under wraps.

Ines made me delete every message.

I don't even have a photo.

So...

...why did she come round
that night?

To end it.

And you didn't want that?

No. I was planning
on going with her to Florida

if she got the scholarship.

But she said it was
her big chance

to live the American Dream,
and I'd be a distraction.

Ines abandoned you, then?

That must have hurt. I mean,

she could have made it work
if she really wanted it to,

but she didn't, clearly.
So why do you think that was?

I don't know.

Because I think maybe
she didn't love you enough.

Uh... You don't know that.

Ines got the chance
to follow her dream,

something she loved doing
since she was a little girl.

What DS Thomas is trying to say
is that if Ines loved you...

She'd have never forgiven herself
if she threw all that away.

Maybe it had nothing
to do with you.

Maybe Ines needed to do this
for herself.

I get that.

I only wanted the best for her.

- Of course you did.
- You bought a gun, Grace.

I bought it for Ines!

- Why?
- For her protection,
because of the death threats.

You knew about the texts?

- When did you give her the gun?
- A week ago.

She was convinced someone was going
to attack her at the final.

But if I hadn't given her the gun,
she might still be alive.

I'm sorry, sir. I got carried away.

- It happens.
- Well, it won't happen again.

More importantly, do we think
that Grace Devon is our killer?

She couldn't have been. She was on
the pitch at the time of the murder.

Then, how could any of
our suspects have shot her,

when they were all in full view
of everyone when she was killed?

- Officer Curtis, Officer Rose.
- Yes, boss.

We're having a kickabout.
OK. It's the cup final.

Our victim is getting
death threats,

telling her
to pull out of the match,

so she tells the coach
she doesn't want to play.

But then she does play.

So what made her change
her mind? DS Thomas?

Er...

...perhaps she decided
in the last moment

that the risk was worth it.

I mean, the match was
her big chance, after all.

But then why ignore all the tactics
laid down by the coach?

He told her to play the ball long,
kick it upfield,

but instead she decides
to throw it to the centre back.

Officer Curtis. She gets riled up
by the striker.

Normally calm under pressure,
she acts out.

And gets a red card,
only ten minutes into the game.

Exactly. Her future depended
on this match,

and she wrecked it. Officer Rose!

- Uh!
- Oh!
- My bad!
Not too good with my left.

Ines was going to be
the first of many.

You can't be serious.
Everything's riding on this!

Why would I send those horrible
messages to my best friend?

- I bought it for Ines.
- Why?

For her protection,
because of the death threats.

They found more than double
the recommended dose

of co-codaprin in her bloodstream.

Why's she ignoring
the game plan?

Is that a bullet hole?
But no bullet.

So far we haven't found
a single witness

who saw anyone exit
or enter the changing room

while Ines was alone inside.

DS Thomas, can you get that news
article off my desk,

and that photo
of the Saint Auguste team?

It's time to gather the suspects.

Let's go!

HE TOOTS HORN

Two days ago, Ines Mercedes,

a talented young woman
with a bright future,

was shot and killed in the
changing room of this stadium.

Questions
we've been asking ourselves -

How? How did one of you kill Ines

if you were all out
on the field at the same time?

We know no-one went in
or out of the changing room

between Ines' red card
and the half-time whistle.

So, ruling that out, it must
have happened before the match.

But that's impossible.

Well, you would say that,
Brigitte. Because you shot her.

I was looking at some
old Saint Auguste team photos,

and in every one of them, Ines
was kneeling on her...

..right knee. But in the one taken
two days ago,

at the cup final,
she's on her left.

Why?

Because doing anything
on her right leg at that time

- would have been excruciating.
- Who the hell would play football

with an injury like that?

I suppose someone who was
desperate to save their future,

and protect both their girlfriend -
ex-girlfriend -

- and her best mate.
- What? Why?
Why would Brigitte kill Ines?

Well, we also know that Ines wanted
to pull out of the match,

no doubt due to the text she'd
just received from you, Brigitte,

telling her if she played,
she'd die.

Grace got Ines a gun
for her own protection,

but Ines made the fatal mistake
of bringing it to the game.

After arguing with Coach Lewis
outside the changing room,

Ines went back inside for her bag.

But then something happened that
made her decide to play after all.

We think that something
was you, Brigitte.

You overheard your dad
and Ines arguing, didn't you?

Brigitte's not fit enough
to lace your boots!

No, you just never give her
a chance!

She defended me to him.
Said I was good enough.

She believed in me.

I went into the changing room.

She came in after me.
One look at her and...

And in your guilt, you admitted
to sending those text messages.

I assume she showed you the gun

to prove the lengths
she'd gone to, to feel safe.

I tried to take it from her.

I was going to get rid of it,
but she wouldn't let go.

- Give me the gun.
- I need it.
- Ines,
give me the gun!
- Let go!
- Give me...

GUN FIRES

The gun went off.

The bullet went straight
through Ines' right thigh

and into the wall behind.

No-one heard the shot,
because the band was rehearsing.

The bullet wound was small.
We thought her leg was OK.

There was hardly any blood.

Ines realised she'd be charged

with illegal possession
of a firearm,

Grace with supplying the gun,

and the truth would come out
about your threats.

Her American Dream would be over,

along with the futures
of the two people

she loved most in the world.
So Ines decided to cover it up.

We patched up her wound,

using the bandages
from the first-aid kit.

And you took the bullet
from the wall.

And yet you dumped the gun
in the laundry?

Don't say another word
until I get you a lawyer.

I put it in my locker at first.

I was going to get rid of it
after the game.

And hopefully get Ines some proper
treatment without anyone knowing?

That was our plan.

So Ines decided to play.

But despite necking
some heavy-duty painkillers,

she was still in a lot of pain.

She couldn't kick, and resorted
to throwing the ball short,

ignoring Coach Lewis' orders
to play it long.

Why's she ignoring
the game plan?

Ines would have
been struggling at this point,

which I assume is
what led to the clash

- with Grace and the subsequent
red card.
- You're off.

She went back
to the changing room

and took off her dressing
to check her wound.

INES BREATHES RAGGEDLY

The exertion of playing the game
had dislodged a clot...

...so the second she loosened
the bandage,

there was sudden,
uncontrolled bleeding.

Ines reached for her phone
to call the ambulance.

But before
she could make the call,

she collapsed...

...and bled out in minutes.

When the team came back
at half-time,

they found her body.

By the way, what did you do
with the bandages?

They were on the floor,
by Ines.

I threw them away at the hotel.

And the gun - when did you take it
from your locker?

While my dad was getting
the team out.

But when I saw you there
I panicked, and...

..I hid it in a laundry.

I was going to move it later,
but...

...when I came back it was gone.

- Officer Curtis?
- Wait.

She didn't actually kill her.

- It's not murder.
- No, you're right, Mr Lewis.

Ines' death was a tragic accident.

But I'm afraid your daughter
will still be facing

manslaughter charges.

Grace Devon, you're being arrested
on suspicion

of the illegal supply of a firearm.

- I'm so sorry, Grace.
- Officer Rose?

Come on, now. You do not have to say
anything,

but it may harm your defence...

- That was tough.
- Yeah.

- I'm glad we solved it.
- I didn't expect anything less.

So...

I guess this is goodbye, right?

Um...Emmanuel...

...I forgot to say, congratulations.

Thank you.

Don't be a stranger.

Make sure you come and say hi
when you're back on the island.

Of course.

Naomi?

It was really good to see you.

You too.

Good luck.

# Oh, faithful love

# Is a love that
I am dreaming of...#

Probably...for the best.

Well, there's plenty more fish
in the sea.

We've just got to catch you
a good one.

I might have one for you.

I've started seeing someone.

You didn't mention anything!

Well, it's early days.

We're having fun.

- Ah!
- Oh!

His son is very clever.

He's a doctor.

That's very kind of you,
thank you,

but, um, I'm just not ready
for anything like that.

- Here we go. Wow, that's beautiful!
- Yes, it's a thank-you cake

from Mrs Valois.
Going to need help consuming it.

Well, I'm happy to oblige.

Well done, team. Great work.

I second that.

Commissioner. Wha...?
How do you do that?

- Do what?
- Well, the whole ninja thing.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Forgive me, everyone,

if I've been a little, um...

Narky?

It means grumpy.

Grumpy, yes, over the past few days.

Um, I-I-I want to say
thank you,

all of you, for your efforts.

Even though
I don't always show it,

I appreciate you all.

- To the team.
- To the team.
- The team.
- The team.

Oh, thank you.

It's actually not a bad view,
to be fair.

You see?

I was right -
you do like it here.

Sh! Don't let Darlene hear.

What's that?

You know how you said
your mother wanted to scatter

your grandfather's ashes
on the beach?

Yeah?

Well,
it's been playing on my mind.

I told you.
You're just as bad as me.

Yeah, um, I don't know how I feel
about that.

Anyways, did you realise,

if you want to scatter
a loved one's remains

on Saint Marie,
you need a permit?

- For real?
- Yeah.

So I called in at the council's
office to check the records, and...

...your mother applied
for permission

two weeks before she passed.

- And then she went out to sea?
- I know.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

You need to reopen the case.

You're going to love
the view from this place.

- Seriously romantic.
- Romantic's good.

Danielle Bailey, she met
the victim on the internet

a month ago.
Just landed when he got shot.

We have four suspects,
and all four have alibis

for the time
that Adam Carter was killed.

So if it was one of those four
who did it, how?

Has Selwyn told you about
what's happening tomorrow?

The person taking over from him
arrives.

Such a cute little place
you've got going on.

I need you to stop
and answer the question.

No, get out of my way!