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MAN: You all set, love?

MAN: We need to let
the punters in.

It's almost show time.

Is that what this is, Les?

A show?

Quite the opposite, actually.

LES: You know
what they say.

You don't really know
who someone is

until you watch them
play poker.

(WHIRRING)

If I didn't know you better,
I'd say that you were nervous.

Poker isn't meant
to be a spectator sport.

Never signed up
to be a gladiator.

You gotta shut 'em out.

(LAUGHS)

Dear God, man,
what is that sludge?

EUGENE: I preferred it

when you'd down
a whole bottle of whiskey.

Of course, you did.

'cause then you
stood a chance at winning.

Spare me the braggadocio.

Cutting it fine,
aren't we, Ray?

EUGENE: Look at you.

You're like a walking billboard.

Have you no shame?

Silly money
for wearing a hat.

You're a mug
if you don't.

You all ready,
ladies and gents?

Your table awaits.

LES: Our current top seed,

Bobby Rodrigues!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Now, he's back
in the final once again.

Can he take the title
for the third time?

Now, our next player
needs no introduction.

I'm sure you've all read
his bestseller

The Hand You're Dealt.

It's Eugene "The Prof" Sutton.

There he is.

Now, it's her first time
in the final.

The lovely Melanie Devaux.

(CLAPPING)

And last but not least.

Our youngest player

and current number two seed,

it's Ray, Ray, Ray,
Ray Campbell!

(CROWD CHEERING)

What a line-up
we have for this,

our final match
at La Mirage.

We started with 50 players.

We're now down
to the final four

who'll be playing
for a pot

of no less

than $3 million.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Come on, Gene.

It's time to bet.

He's got nothing.
You're squinting.

And that
ain't 'cause it's sunny.

Bit of a giveaway.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

RAY: I'll raise you $150,000.

RAY: Come on, Mel,
don't leave us hanging.

I'm out.

You've done good, Bobster.

Grin all you like.
You're bluffing.

Maybe it's a double bluff.

I'll call your 150.

Can't fool me, kid.

This shirt is older
than you are.

You're all talk.

Well, I'm about to bet $200,000.

I'll call your 200.

Bobby.

(CROWD GASPING)

Bobby!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

FLORENCE: Doctor says
I need to rest this
for another week.

A week.

It's only a sprain.

I'm gonna ignore him.

I'm not your mother, Florence.

But if that's what
the doctor says.

Well, what am I
supposed to do?

Just sit here?

I'll lose my mind.

JACK: Here.
Get this into you.

Mooney's famous meatballs.

You'll be back
on your feet in no time.

I'm not being ungrateful, sir

but I've twisted my ankle.

How is eating meatballs
gonna help?

Don't ask me.
Some sort of
strange alchemy.

But in my experience,
meatballs are the cure
to everything.

Whenever Siobhan's
having some crisis
or other,

they always do the trick.

Thank you.

You miss her?

Siobhan? No.
Not really.

The shack is lovely
and peaceful
without her.

Yeah.

Go ahead, dig in.

Delicious.

Well, you don't have
to sound so surprised.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Dwayne? It's Dwayne.

What can I do for you?

Gotcha.
Be right there.

An American poker player

just dropped dead
in the middle of a game.

Okay.
So where are we going?

No, Florence.
Doctor's orders.

Eat your meatballs.

So, the victim
is Bobby Rodrigues.

A 51-year-old American.

A professional poker player.

Never really
got poker.

More of a gin rummy man myself.
How about you, Dwayne?

Oh, you know, I dabble.

And this tournament,
it's a big deal?

You better believe it.
It's a knockout.

And the winner goes home
with $3 million.

Three million
for a game of cards?

-I'm in the wrong job.
-Me, too.

So what have we
got so far, JP?

The paramedics
suspect poisoning.

The victim suddenly convulsed

and starting foaming
at the mouth

just before
he fell down dead.

Poor fella.

And he was sitting there?

Two aces.
That's a good hand, isn't it?

Yes, but there's another one
on the table,

which makes it
three of a kind

or as the pros say, trips.

A very good hand, Chief.

His drink
or what's left of it.

(SNIFFS) What is it?

Some sort
of kale smoothie.

That's a poison in itself.

It's like drinking pond.

Do we know who made it?

According to
the tournament director,
Les Doyle,

Bobby Rodrigues made it himself

just before the game.

We better check it
for toxins anyway.

His cigar.

Check this, too.

If he did ingest
the poison,

these are
the two obvious candidates.

Poor old Bobby Rodrigues.

One minute he's holding aces,

the next he's cashing
in his chips.

Look at this.

These blotches.

JACK: Here and here.

His thumb
and his two forefingers.

DWAYNE: Yes, Chief.

I'm not so sure
he ingested the poison.

Looks like he might
have absorbed it
through his fingertips

Something he touched
or held.

Do we know
if he complained
of any pain

or burning
in his fingers before?

Apparently, he was fine
and then all of a sudden

tombe.

Poisons that are absorbed
through the skin

tend to be fast acting.

How long was he sitting there?

Ninety minutes.

And no one had moved
since the game began.

Stand back, fellas.

We need to seal off
this area right now.

If it is fast-acting,
it's almost certain

that Bobby was poisoned
during the game,

which means that
something here

is coated in a deadly toxin.

Let's get the lab to check
every single item on that table.

DWAYNE: JP.

Where are the other players?

They've gone back
to the hotel, sir.

JACK: And you're sure
none of you have any

stinging in your fingers?

No dizziness, nausea?

No. Why?

Well, no,
it's just that we believe

that something
on that poker table

was coated in a lethal
and fast acting poison.

So, just wanna make sure
that none of you
came in contact with it.

You think Bobby was poisoned?

Well, it certainly looks
that way.

Uh, Les Doyle.

I'm the tournament director.

EUGENE: It's quite impossible.

I mean, logistically speaking.

The four of us,
five if you count the dealer,

were alone at that table
for an hour and a half.

There was a crowd watching.

RAY: I hate to agree
with The Prof
but he's right.

This is poker.

We all had eyes
on each other.

You don't think
we'd notice if someone
slipped Bob a mickey?

You are Ray Campbell.

Youngest player
and number two seed.

You can read.
Well done.

-Eugene "The Prof" Sutton.
-Sutton.

And...

Melanie Devaux.

Poor Mel
wasn't just a competitor.

Bobby was her husband.

So sorry for your loss.

I just don't understand why...

Why would somebody
want to hurt him?

LES: She's right.

Bobby was one
of the best loved
players on the circuit.

Hmm.

So, the match started at 4:00.

And Bobby died 90 minutes later.

I'll call your two...

And in that time,
did anyone
approach the table?

Perhaps to pour more drinks

ADELAIDE: Definitely not.

Once the game's begun,
no one's allowed
to approach

or leave the table.

-There's strict rules.
-Right.

How was Bobby
during the game?

RAY: The bloke was on fire.
I mean...

I was drawing dead
to a straight flush.

I'll call your 150.

Sorry, drawing dead to a what?

No matter how good
your hand is

they've got a better one.

And before that, how was he?

In the hours
leading up to the game.

He seemed fine.

We got ready here
and then

we went straight
to the venue.

Okay. Thank you.

So, what happens now?

Is the game cancelled

or will there be
some sort of a rematch?

Well, Poker Masters rules state

we have to reschedule
within two weeks.

Oh. Hmm.

So that means
that somebody else
will get to win the $3 million.

Most likely
someone here
in this room.

You're not suggesting
one of our players...

Oh, no, no.
Not at all, no.

But you have to admit

if Bobby was poisoned
during the game,

well, it stands to reason,

that only four people
could've done it.

So, the $3 million question.

How the heck
do you poison someone

with half of Saint Marie
looking on?

And with all the other players
scrutinising your every move.

You searched everyone's pockets?

Yes. No sign of any poison.

This is where
they all got changed.

Right.

JACK: First thing is,
find out exactly

which object
on the table
was poisoned.

If we don't have
a murder weapon,

we're groping
in the dark.

The Hand You're Dealt.
Maybe I should have a read.

Although, to be fair,
The Idiot's Guide to Poker
might be more use.

Look, Chief.

It's perfectly simple.

You have the blinds,
the flop, the turn,
the river,

and you can check,
raise, call, or fold.

Nope, sorry.
Just words.

All I know is
it's about reading
your opponents, right?

Right.

You have to look out
for their tells

but keep a poker face yourself.

Well, this is gonna be
some challenge.

We're dealing
with a group of suspects

who literally
make a living
out of being unreadable.

Chief?

Robert Rodrigues.

So, we've got a laptop.

Mobile phone.

Our man Bobby's
a bit of a contradiction.

Cared enough about his health
to knock back the green sludge.

But there he was,
puffing away
on a big, fat cigar.

Chief?

Who keeps glasses in a sock?

Why didn't he buy a case?

Good question.

Oh, by the way, Dwayne?

I meant to say,

with Florence out of action,
I might need you to step up.

A promotion?

Oh, not as such, no.
I just mean...

Do the sergeant's job
until she gets back?

Well, yes, in a sense.

It just means
a bit more responsibility,
just for a few...

Don't worry, Chief.
I won't let you down.

We'll make a dream team.

Myers and Mooney.

Okay, Mooney and Myers.

Either way, I don't mind.

Well, whatever.

JACK: Hey, Siobhan.
It's your dad.

So, how did you get on
with your essay?

What was it again?

Oh, yeah.
Descartes' view of the senses.

But the big question is
are we here or not?

Well, I'm here.
You're there.

Well, actually,
you're not there.

I'm talking to myself.

Anyway, call me
when you can.

Yeah. Love you.

(SIGHS)

JACK: Well, Harry

I think therefore I am

Discuss.

You don't give
too much away, do you?

You'd be a demon at poker.

Morning, partner.

Morning, Dwayne.
What's with the...

Detectives don't wear
uniform, Chief.

But you're not technically...

Acting detective
is still a detective, Chief.

Now, there's just one thing
I need to ask.

Will I be getting a pay rise?

You need to take that up
with the Commissioner.

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Morning, Dwayne.

Where's your uniform?

And why do you have a briefcase?

Listen, that contains
vitally important material.

It's all right, JP.

I know you're going
to miss working with me

whilst I'm a detective.

Detective?

Well, acting. Unofficially.

I can't believe
you've replaced me already.

But you're supposed to be...

I couldn't just sit at home
while you three
investigate a murder.

Does the doctor know
that you're pulling

whatever the opposite
of a sickie is?

Well, actually,
my foot already
seems a lot better.

Must be the meatballs.

Well, what did I tell you?

And I've promised
I'll stick to desk duty.

JP's brought me
up to speed

and I'm running background
on the suspects.

But you need a partner
outside the station, right?

Definitely, Dwayne.

Now that DS Cassell

has promised
to stick to desk duty.

Sir.

JP, did we hear back
from the lab?

Yes, sir.

And they tested
everything for poison
just as you asked.

You've got to give it to them.
They worked through the night.

So, results.

Every single poker chip
tested negative.

As did the smoothie glass

and the cigar.

(SIGHS) Well, something
must have
had poison on it.

Here is our murder weapon.

-The ace of spades?
-Yep.

One of the two cards
Bobby was dealt
before he died.

And the post-mortem
also confirms

that the poison
was absorbed
through his fingers.

Right, and do we know
what kind of poison
it was?

Yes, something called...

One second.

Ah, yes. Batrachotoxin.

It comes from
the golden dart frog.

Shuts down
the nervous system
in minutes.

Charming.
Where would you find
one of these fellas,

these killer Kermits?

They're native to Saint Marie.

But only in, like,
certain parts
of the rainforest.

-The rainforest?
-Hmm.

So how did our killer
get their hands on it?

You'd have to know
the right people.

Or wrong people.

So, at some point
during the final,

our killer was able to get
their froggy poison

onto this card
without anybody seeing.

JACK: And then make sure
it was dealt to Bobby.

JACK: How is that even possible?

They played for 90 minutes.

The deck was shuffled.

The cards passed
from player to player,
hand-to-hand.

So how come
no one else
was poisoned? Hmm?

You think it was definitely
meant for Bobby alone?

Well, we have to assume.

Or why was he
the only one who died?

And how could our killer
possibly know

that this exact card,

this ace of spades
would wind up
in Bobby's hand?

LES: They're all identical.

We open a fresh pack every game.

I asked Adelaide
to pick a deck at random

and she unwrapped it
in full view of the crowd
and the players.

You can ask anyone.

Maybe we will.

So there's no way the cards
could have been tampered with?

Absolutely not.

The box was locked
in my hotel safe.
No one had access.

That's your story.

So it must've been poisoned
during the game.

Well, that's impossible.

I could see everything
from where I was sitting.

Is there a record of the match?

We've got a blogger
who does a play-by-play
throughout the final.

You'll find it online.

If there was no way
your deck could
have been poisoned

before the game
or during the game.

Well, that leaves
only one possible explanation.

Which is?

The poisoned ace of spades
was an interloper.

JP, did the lab
send back the rest
of the deck from the game?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

-Gloves.
-Oh, yeah.

Yes.

What do you think
he keeps in that briefcase?

FLORENCE: It's either
forensic samples,

criminal profiles,
or clean underwear.

Aha.

Just as I suspected.

A second ace of spades.

A fresh deck
is opened every game.

There are 15 matches
in the tournament.

So that means that this ace

could have been taken
from any one of them.

Of course.

The killer card
wasn't in the sealed deck.

It was poisoned
before the game

and somehow slipped in
while they were playing.

But how?
Without anyone noticing?

Well, let's get this card
checked for prints anyway.

Yes, sir. Sorry.

So, Florence,

what can you tell me
about these poker faces?

FLORENCE: Bobby Rodrigues.
Born in Chicago.

Been playing professionally
for 20 years.

And how are his finances?

Bank balance is pretty healthy.

Last major transaction
was a few days ago.

A hotel room
at the Panama.

The Panama?

But the rest of the players
are staying at the Rayon Vieux.

DWAYNE: Why would he need

a second room
at a different hotel?

Maybe he'd had enough

of being cooped up
with his fellow competitors?

Four months ago,
he married Melanie Devaux
after two years together.

She only turned professional
after they met.

Before that,
she was a staff writer

for a travel company
called Off the Beaten Track.

And Eugene Sutton?

FLORENCE: Oxford professor
turned entrepreneur.

He made a small fortune
out of his "Sutton Strategy".

JP: Sir?

I've been looking
at online poker blogs

and it seems like
there was a big rivalry
between him and Bobby.

Right. And what about
the dealer, Adelaide?

FLORENCE: Twenty-two years old,
left school at 16

and worked in London casinos
before this.

Her first international job.

And then there's Ray Campbell.

Ah, yes, the young man
of great charm and social grace.

All I know is he's got
two convictions for assault.

Now, that's more like it.

And six months ago,

he was suspended
for breaking another
player's nose.

Does that count as a tell?

With the bad publicity,
three sponsors dropped him.

He's also got a failed nightclub

that left him
owing half a million.

He was number two seed, right?

-And Bobby was number one.
-Correct.

$3 million prize money

would wipe out
his debt and then some.

And if he got rid of Bobby,

he'd be odds on favourite
to win the tournament.

(INDISTINCT)

Looks like you're taking
Bobby's death pretty hard.

Never heard of drowning
your sorrows?

DWAYNE: Okay,
let's get to the point.

Detective Dwayne Myers

and this is
Detective Inspector Mooney.

It's all right, Dwayne,
he's already met us,

so there's no need.

Now, do you mind
if we ask you
a few questions?

You can ask.

Do you always carry
a pack of playing cards?

Tools of the trade, ain't it?

If I was a plumber...

You'd be sitting by the pool
with a spanner in your hands?

So? Any idea
who done Bobby in yet or what?

Yes. We believe...

He was killed
by a poisoned playing card.

Playing card?

It could've been
any one of us
that carked it.

Well, technically, yes,

but Bobby was the only one
who touched the card,

suggesting that
he was the target.

Now, the question is,

who stands to gain most
from his death?

You tell me.
You're the detective.

Well, we spoke to your bank.

Turns out you're not
exactly flush
at the moment.

Don't listen to the bank.
What do they know?

It's just a glitch.

Pretty big glitch.
Your sponsors are deserting you.

And you are
half a million dollars in debt.

One big win.

That's all I need.

One big win.
Say, $3 million?

Now that Bobby's dead,

I'm guessing
you're the odds on favourite
for the rematch.

-That don't mean...
-We checked your match history.

You played Bobby,
what was it, 15 times?

Remind me,
how many times did you win?

What are you trying to say?
I could only beat Bobby
by killing him?

He didn't say that.
I didn't hear him say that.

Listen to the man, nuh?

It also strikes me
that of the five people

sitting around that table,
only one had

two previous convictions
for assault.

Oh, not that again.
That's history.

Pretty recent history, Ray.

You broke a man's nose
only six months ago.

Why? Because he stopped
you from winning?

That weren't even about poker,
it was about a girl.

Do your homework.

Look, sometimes
I drink too much,
but that don't make me...

Why would
I wanna kill Bobby Rodrigues?

Besides $3 million?

RAY: Oh, forget about the money.

I looked up to Bobby, all right?
Ever since I was a kid.

Yeah, I wanted to win,

but not that much.

So go point the finger
at some other mug.

So, how am I doing?

You know,
with the whole detective thing.

Am I a natural or what?

Well, full marks
for enthusiasm, Dwayne.

I just wonder,
could you maybe dial it down?

Just a smidge.

No problem, partner.

I don't want
to steal your thunder.

It's important
to keep it elevated.

JACK: Commissioner.

If I knew you were coming,
I would've baked flapjacks.

I'm disappointed in you,
DI Mooney.

Your DS was injured
in the line of duty.

You should have insisted on her

staying at home
until fully recovered.

Believe me,
I tried.

Is uniform
no longer mandatory, Officer?

Or are you working undercover?

Not at all, Commissioner.

I've just had a promotion.

-Temporary...
-As detective.

Acting detective.

What Dwayne means
is while DS Cassell's
on desk duty, he's kindly...

Offered to work
hand in hand
with DI Mooney

to solve this murder.

Well, we don't actually
hold hands, sir, as such.

I see.

Well, I can't stay.
I'm on my way to a meeting.

I just stopped by
to make sure

you've got your speech
ready for tonight.

-My speech?
-You haven't forgotten?

-My niece's lecture group.
-Ah.

There are 13 nurses
breathlessly awaiting your talk

on the life of a detective.

I'm just putting
the finishing touches
to it right now.

Good. Good.

7:00 sharp.

Counting down the hours.

Thirteen breathless nurses?

That's a whole heap of Caribbean

for one man to handle,
you know, Chief?

Don't you think
you might need
some backup?

I appreciate
the concern, Dwayne.

I'll radio in
if it all kicks off.

So how's it going, Hopalong?

I've been searching
Bobby's laptop

and look at this.

Bobby sent a series
of threatening emails

to Professor Sutton.

JACK: "The jig's up, Gene.
Quit while you're ahead."

-Any replies from the Prof?
-Mmm hmm.

"I shan't be slandered
by a crass colonial.

"His lies are beneath
their dignity."

-Blackmail?
-Certainly looks that way.

I'll keep searching,
but first,

you'll want
to take a look at this.

This is what I found
on Bobby's mobile.

Would you look at that?

Adelaide sent it
to him yesterday.

The dealer.

They're having an affair.

I wouldn't leap
to conclusions.

Any idea where this was taken?

I checked the time and date
against Bobby's bank statements

and this was sent

soon after he paid
for the room
at the Panama Hotel.

JACK: Okay, so Bobby
and Adelaide
checked in at 12:15

and went straight
to their room.

Hmm, they didn't emerge
for five hours straight.

And they ordered room service.

JACK: So Bobby
then left at 5:15

and Adelaide followed
an hour later.

I wonder why she waited
a whole hour?

Isn't it obvious?

Bobby and Adelaide
was having an affair.

Bobby ended it.

Adelaide swore
she'd get revenge,

so she dealt him
a poisoned card.

Job done.
Case closed.

What did they eat?

What?

Room service.
What did they eat?

So when did you
first meet Bobby?

Two weeks ago.
When the tournament began.

Since then,
you've got to know him
fairly well?

Not really.

We didn't get the chance
to speak properly
till a couple of days ago.

I can see
why you're a dealer
and not a player.

That was the worst bluff
I've ever seen.

I'm sorry?

No, I think what my colleague
is trying to say

is that we have you
and Bobby on CCTV.

At the Panama Hotel,
just a couple of days
before he died.

Oh, and we also found this
on his phone.

It's not what it looks like.

I suppose
you're going
to tell us

you didn't deal Bobby
the poisoned card, either.

What? No.
I would never hurt Bobby.

Yeah, well,
I put it to you that you
and Bobby were, in fact...

It's all right, Dwayne.
Thank you.

I know that you and Bobby
weren't having a relationship.

The room service.

You wouldn't order a pot of tea
and a selection of sandwiches

if you were having
an afternoon of passion.

And you probably wouldn't book
an economy twin, either.

And then,
there's the body language.

JACK: His hand
on your shoulder,
not your waist.

Look at your faces.

You're both nervous,

as if you're still trying
to figure it all out.

So I have to ask,

if you aren't his lover...

I'm his daughter.

ADELAIDE: I always assumed
that Dad was some

waste of space
from the estate.

I should've guessed.

Growing up with a dealer
for a mum,

what else was he gonna be?

Is that how she and Bobby met?

At the casino?

Then after Mum died,

I found a letter

from Bobby

telling...

Telling her sorry
but he...

Wasn't ready
to be a dad.

Couldn't stick around.

So you were determined
to track him down.

Well, I knew
he played the Masters.

All I had to do was

persuade Les
to give me the job.

ADELAIDE: It wasn't hard,
to be fair.

Why go to all the trouble?

Why not just send
Bobby an email?

I had to find out
what kind of man
he was first.

You know,
get close enough to decide

whether or not
to tell him the truth.

And when you finally met him?

He was...

Everything I could've wanted.

He was kind, funny.

He was larger than life.

Right.

And when did you tell him
that you were his daughter?

Couldn't have gone much worse.

I'd been waiting
for the right moment.

Uh, and the first time
me and Bobby
were alone together

wasn't exactly ideal.

It all came tumbling out,

how I'd had to look
after my sick mum,

how I'd found his letter.

I was a gibbering mess.

None of this explains
why Bobby needed
to book you a room

in a different hotel.

ADELAIDE: The island's
full of poker fans.

Everyone knows who he is.

We needed somewhere private.

Somewhere we could talk,
get our heads around it all.

Why didn't you go
for a drive?

Take a walk on the beach?

ADELAIDE:
Do you want proof?

Here.

What's this, now?

The letter Bobby wrote to Mum.

It's all there
in black and white.

JACK: And you didn't
tell anyone else about this?

You were the only ones who knew?

I wanted to shout it
from the rooftops.

But Bobby said
he needed to

find the right time
to tell Melanie first.

Do you mind
if we keep a copy of this?

I'm still not sure
I'm buying it, Chief.

You know,
the whole long-lost
daddy thing.

Well, let's see
if he told Melanie.

Let her corroborate
Adelaide's story or not.

Sorry to disturb you.
Do you have time
for a quick chat?

Is there news?

Are you any closer
to finding Bobby's killer?

We're pursuing
a number of avenues.

Now, I just wanted to ask.

Did Bobby mention anything
in the last few days

about Adelaide?

What about her?

Well, we believe that Adelaide

is Bobby's biological daughter.

Who told you that?

Adelaide.
Well, we just spoke with her.

Apparently, she only told him
a couple of days ago.

Yes, Bobby told me.

He told her
not to tell anyone.

He didn't say it to her
but he wanted
to do a DNA test.

MELANIE: Just to be certain.

A DNA test?

He didn't tell you about this?

Yes, well, he told me
there was a letter but...

Well, it's not 100% conclusive,
is it?

And do you think he believed
that she was his daughter?

I think he wanted to,
strangely enough.

But he just had to be certain.

And did he tell you
that they spent
the afternoon together

at the Panama Hotel
just two days ago?

MELANIE: Of course.

Now, why are you asking me
all these questions?

Do you think Adelaide
had something to do
with his death?

Like I said,
we're just looking
at a number of...

Well, Adelaide can't be
one of them.

Why would she kill the man
she believed to be her father?

-Dwayne.
-Chief.

-I need your poker knowledge.
-Go on, now.

I've been reading
the live blog of the final.

Here's what I don't understand.

Bobby had two aces

but he chose not to raise.

Does that seem odd to you?

Not necessarily.

Sometimes you have to slow play
the best hand

to keep the others in the pot.

If you raise too early,
it can scare them off.

There were still
two cards to go.

So, he could've been playing
a long game.

You see?

Now you're getting it.

So, I checked this
like you asked, sir,
and you are right.

It came from a previous match.

There are six different
fingerprints on it

which means
it must have come
from the semi-final.

Of course,
it's a knockout tournament.

There are prints
matching the victim,

the four suspects
and one other.

So who was the sixth player
in the semi-final?

A Dutchman
named Adrian van Hoobek.

JP: Now,
I've contacted the Dutch police

and as luck would have it,

they had his prints on file
for a drunk driving charge.

-Perfect match.
-Excellent work, JP.

So where is he now,
this van Hoobek?

Well, he went back to Holland
the morning of the final.

That rules him out.

Mmm. That means
we're on the right track.

So, our killer has to be
one of these four people.

JP: Uh, one other thing, sir.

Shorty, the taxi driver.

He told me
that he took Bobby
on three separate trips.

Always to the same place,
always at the same time.

-Early evening.
-Where?

To a community centre
on the other side of the island.

What was Bobby doing there?

Well, according to the website,

it could have been
a number of things.

Bible study, life drawing,

seniors tango,
dog training, diet club.

Well, maybe take a trip
over there this evening.

-See what you can find.
-Yes, sir.

FLORENCE: Sir, I think
you should see this.

I carried on
searching Bobby's laptop
and look what I found.

He's got footage
from 10 different
poker games on here.

They all seem to feature
the Professor.

Studying his opponents' form.

Not entirely unexpected.

Only of the Professor?

-None of the other players?
-Not that I can find.

What was going on
between these two?

It has to relate to those emails
in some way.

Let's do some more digging,
see what we can discover.

Will do, sir.

(SIGHS) This murder
was carefully planned.

Our killer pockets
the ace of spades
during the semi-final,

coats it with poison
and then, during the final,

slips it into the deck
without anybody noticing.

Bobby, somehow,
gets dealt this exact card.

But how?

It defies all logic.

It's like
some sort of magic trick.

Could that be it?

I mean,
magicians have
all sorts of tricks, don't they?

Ways of palming cards
and concealing cards
up their sleeve.

Let's go to the library.

Let's see if
they got anything
on card tricks.

-You can't go now, sir.
-Why not?

Your speech
for the Commissioner's niece.

Ah, for Pete's sake.

I'm in the middle
of a murder investigation.

I don't have time
to be sharing my wisdom

with 13 breathless nurses.

Well, I...

Well, I suppose
as acting detective,
unofficially,

I'd be more than happy
to stand in for you.

Are you sure
you don't mind, Dwayne?

-It would be my pleasure.
-Brilliant.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna
learn me some magic.

DWAYNE: Sorry I'm late,
Commissioner.

COMMISSIONER:
You're not just late.

You're the wrong person.

Where's Inspector Mooney?

Ah, he sends his apologies.

He had to read
some magic books.

But don't you worry.

I'm ready, willing,
and able to deputise.

The ladies are expecting
to hear about the life
of a London detective,

not a local constable.

I don't know
what to suggest, Commissioner.

But then again,

I'd certainly hate
to disappoint my niece.

Her nurses are...

Feverish...

With anticipation.

Feverish?

Good evening, ladies.
Sorry to keep you waiting,

but there's a killer
loose on the island

and it's my job
to track him down.

So don't worry,
Detective Dwayne Myers
is on the ca...

Well?

Eh...

Go on.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

FLORENCE:
The Prof's book is useless.

It's not really about cards.

It's more about
how to use poker
to win at life.

Now, if I've got this right,

all it should take
is a quick flick
of the wrist.

Like so.

Like so.

Just hang on there.

And the card should just...

JACK: Oh.

Don't you think
someone would have noticed
the killer do that?

(MOBILE RINGING)

JP, how is it going?

JP: Ah, sir.

So Bobby's trips
to the community centre

were for AA meetings.

AA?
So he wasn't
always a health nut.

No. Well, apparently,
something happened

at last year's tournament

that made him
quit drinking on the spot.

Right. Good work, JP.

We'll look into it
in the morning.

Listen, why don't you
go home to your wife

and please send her
my apologies for working
you so late.

-I will do, sir.
-Good man.

Ah, nuts.

This whole
sleight of hand thing
is harder than it looks.

No wonder
so many magicians
resort to cheating.

-Cheating?
-Yeah, look at this.

Where's my book?

JACK: See all these ads

for various
conjuring contraptions,

fake hand,
a spring-loaded thingy

that fires cards
from your pockets.

And this one,
X-ray spectacles.

Well, to be fair,
I see some practical uses
for those.

Unless of course
they don't work
and it's all a big con job.

Wait a minute.

X-ray glasses.

Yes, that could be it.

You think the killer
was wearing X-ray glasses?

I'm not 100% sure, Florence.

I need to check
something in the morning

But if I'm right,
one of our suspects

is looking very guilty indeed.

(HONKING HORN)

JACK: Morning, Dwayne.

Thought you might like a lift.

A lift?
It's not even 7:00.

I'm still running my bath.

There's no time
for a bath now.

I need to show you
a magic trick.

Dwayne,
you got the queen of spades.

Florence, four of clubs.

-Exactly. How did you do that?
-It's very simple.

-The glasses in the sock.
-The very same.

Last night,
I was researching magic

when I found this.

X-ray specs,
which put me in mind of these.

So, as an experiment,

I marked the back of the cards
with UV ink.

The same ink we'd use
to track down stolen bikes.

And, hey, presto, X-ray vision.

X-ray vision?
Come on.

Now I know
when I'm playing
with Winky Bob,

he will try and scam me.

But these guys are meant
to be professional.

So Bobby was a big cheat?

Well,
that was my first thought, too.

But then,
I remembered the videos
on Bobby's laptop.

It's footage of the Professor
taken from 10 different games.

And look what he's wearing
in every single one.

JACK: Oh, see
how he slips his hand
into his pocket?

Dabs his finger in the UV ink,

then marks the back of a card,

then he can watch
the card travel
around the table

through his special shades.

So much
for his winning strategy.

Yeah,
Bobby must have worked it out,

which is why
he stole the Prof's glasses

and sent him
all those threatening emails.

You think Bobby
was blackmailing him?

Well, I think we should
ask the Professor.

Mmm.

No doubt,
you've all heard of...

Beginner's luck.

Well, I'm here to tell you
there's no such thing.

In fact

the only people
dumb enough
to believe in luck

are beginners.

I couldn't agree more,
Professor.

Do you mind? These gentlemen
have paid a great deal of money.

Well, I'm sorry
for interrupting.

Now, I was just wondering.
Do you have time
for a quick chat?

EUGENE: All right,
so, I...I...

I cheated.

It was an aberration,
a moment of madness.

No.

Once would be madness,
twice would be careless.

But you've been
running this racket
all the way back

to the Black Rock Final in 2012.

We've seen the footage.

I was under immense pressure
from my publishers.

The sales of the book were

riding on the back of the wind.

Oh, well, in that case...

So what was Bobby demanding?

Did he want you
to pay back the money?

-Throw the final?
-Throw the final?

You're not a poker player,
are you?

It's almost impossible
to lose deliberately.

Although I admit, I, um...

Have a variety
of strategies.

But not even I can control
which cards are dealt.

So what did he want?

Why didn't he blow the whistle?

'Cause he was enjoying
himself too much.

He loved having the power.

Besides, he knew if he

blabbed
about my misdemeanours,

I might blab about his.

Would this have anything
to do with last year's final?

I'm not sure
it's my place to say.

You can't slander
the dead, Professor.

And given what we know
about your misdemeanours,

it'd very much
be in your interest

to share what you know.

So come on.

Bobby used to drink.

I mean, he could put it away.

And then,
his eye would start to wander.

That's what led
to him dropping out
of last year's tournament.

Well, go on.

What happened?

Well...

On this particular occasion,

Melanie woke to find Bobby

gone a-wandering

and went looking for him.

And she found him

giving a rather generous tip
to a waitress.

If you catch my meaning.

Bobby went after her.

She wasn't in their room,
she wasn't anywhere.

In fact, he was so desperate,

he even roped me
into the search party.

Eventually, we found her
on the beach,

threatening to drown herself.

We just got there in time.

After that,

Melanie had a breakdown

and Bobby dropped out
of the final,
joined AA.

Swore he'd never have a drink
or look at another woman again.

Personally, I
wasn't that convinced

but she seemed to believe him.

JACK: And you didn't think
any of this was worth
mentioning before?

I didn't think
it was relevant, no.

Bobby had changed.
Why drag up the past?

Well, you seem
very certain of that.

How much more proof do you need?

MELANIE: He'd just passed
a year sober,

we got married,
we were buying a house.

The Bobby I first met
lived out of a suitcase.

And how did you meet?
If you don't mind me asking.

We met on social media,
of all places.

I was just an amateur
at that point.

A fan, really, and, um,

I asked him a question
about how to avoid tilt.

Tilt?

When you lose
your head
at the table,

make bad decisions.

Ah. And eventually,
this online relationship,

it turned into a real one?

Before I knew it,
I was giving up my job

and following him around
the international poker circuit.

My friends thought
I'd lost my mind.

And then I did, briefly.

Bobby clearly caused you
a great deal of anguish.

Perhaps you found it hard
to trust him

and for a good reason?

No.

Like I said,
Bobby had changed.

It was the one good thing
to come out of my breakdown.

It was agony at the time,
but we promised each other,

no more secrets.

You can't honestly think
I'd kill the only man
I ever loved?

Three men and two women

sit at a poker table
for 90 minutes.

At some point,
one of them

palms a poisoned ace of spades
into the deck.

And as if
by some kind of Obia magic,

that card gets dealt
to Bobby Rodrigues.

And no one else touches it.

Not the poisoner,
not the other players.

Not even the dealer.

Tell me,
how is that
even possible, Dwayne?

I wish I could, Chief.

We have four suspects.
Each of them has a motive.

The dealer, seeking revenge
on the father who abandoned her.

I'm his daughter.

The broke number two,

eager to get rid
of the competition.

One big win,
that's all I need.

The Professor, scared that his
serial scam might be uncovered.

I was under immense pressure
from my publishers.

And the wife
he'd driven
to a nervous breakdown.

You can't honestly think
I'd kill the only man
I ever loved?

I really thought
by now someone

would have given
themselves away.

Slip of the tongue,
a clumsy lie.

-A tell.
-A tell, exactly.

Yes, the best poker players
never give themselves away.

They're either so aggressive

you have no idea
if they're winning
or losing

or they're so unassuming

you wouldn't think
they had it in them
to bluff.

-You know what I need to do now?
-No.

I need to buy a cigar.

(JACK COUGHING)

So, at this point,
Eugene folds.

Ray then raises $150,000.

RAY: I'll raise you $150,000.

Before Melanie folds, too.

I'm out.

And now, it's back to Bobby.

Bobby calls Ray's 150

before Adelaide deals
three more cards.

Seven of diamonds,
ace of clubs and...

Mrs Haddock,
the fisherman's wife?

Oh, yes, I found these cards
in the evidence store.

Half the deck was missing,
so I had to make
a few substitutions.

JACK: You just have to imagine
that's a four of diamonds, okay?

(MUTTERS) Four of diamonds...

So, anyway, Ray then bets...

RAY: $200,000.

JACK: Bobby checks his cards.

-And even though he's holding...
-Mr Bacon, the butcher?

No, like I said, you just have
to imagine a different card.

-An ace.
-Ace, four of diamonds...

So, even though
he's holding two aces,

he doesn't raise,
he calls.
Why?

Because he's playing
a long game.

I'll call your 150.

He's hiding that
he's got a good hand.
Right, Dwayne?

-Right.
-Wait a minute.

A different card.

Dwayne.

-What card is this?
-Ace of spades.

Except it isn't, is it?

It's Mr Bacon, the butcher.

But you just...

How can we be sure
he wasn't holding Mr Bacon

or Mrs Kipper
or Mr Trim, the tailor?

Now you've lost me.

What if we've been looking
at this all wrong?

What if Bobby never
had an ace of spades?

But that card was definitely
the only thing

with any trace of poison
left on it.

Any trace left.

What if they made the evidence
disappear, like a magic trick?

Like a playing card
up the sleeve?

These blotches.

His thumb
and his two forefingers.

The ace of spades.

LES: All identical.
We open a fresh pack
every game.

Batrachotoxin.

It comes
from the golden dart frog.

But not even I can control
which cards are dealt.

I'll be jiggered.

JP, Florence,
round up the suspects.

Meet me at Le Mirage.

Dwayne, I need you to check
something for me, please.

-You know who did it?
-I believe I do.

But I'm not ready
to reveal my hand,
not just yet.

I have to be honest.

Up until a couple of days ago,

I'd never really seen
the appeal of poker.

I thought
it was just a silly card game

where now and again,
people lose their shirts.

But with the help
of my associate here,

I realised I was wrong.

Of course, poker's not really
a card game at all, is it?

JACK: It's a game of people

that just happens
to be played with cards.

Such as this one.

What is it?
Well...

Essentially,
it's just a small piece
of paper with a picture on it.

But the power this fella has...

He can make your fortune,
he can ruin you.

Or in the case
of this particular card,

he can kill you.

Four world-class players

were sitting around this table

for the final
of the Caribbean Masters.

But only one of you
was dealt the fatal
ace of spades.

The unfortunate Bobby Rodrigues.

So, the question
that was puzzling me
right from the outset

is how did the killer

get the poisoned card
into Bobby's hand?

JACK:
And even more impressively,

how did they manage it
in full view
of the audience

and under the intense

scrutiny of their opponents?

Well, the answer seems obvious.

After all,
there's only one person

who decides which cards

are dealt to whom.

Me?

Why would I want to kill
my own father?

Your father?

The father who abandoned you
before you were even born.

JACK: You gave up
your education,

you gave up your future
to look after your sick mother.

Bobby owed you
for all those missing years.

No, I...

I just wanted to meet him,
to get to know him.

And yet,
all the evidence would suggest

that you are the only person

who could've dealt
Bobby the fatal hand.

Or at least

that's what our real killer
wanted us to think.

Now, I'm no poker player.

But this, this also puzzled me.

If Bobby had two aces,

why did he only match Ray's bet?

I know, I know,
the obvious explanation

is that he was playing
a long game.

Of course he was.

What other reason
could he have?

What if Bobby didn't have
two aces at all?

What if at the moment he died,

he was actually holding an ace
and a much lower card?

Let's say,
for the sake of argument,
a three of hearts.

Bobby wasn't playing
a long game at all.

Because mark my words,
this poison card,

this ace of spades,

it wasn't placed on the table
until after Bobby died.

So what killed him, then?

You said the ace
was the only thing
on the table

with poison on it.

I said
it was the only thing left

on the table
with poison on it.

But that's because
the real murder weapon

had already gone up in smoke.

Now, Bobby,

he might well have turned
over a new leaf.

But he still had one weakness.

These things will kill you,

especially if their tips
are laced with Batrachotoxin.

Here, here and here.

His thumb
and his two forefingers.

The blotches on Bobby's fingers

were exactly where
he'd hold a playing card.

But they're also where
he'd hold a cigar

as he cut off its tip.

JACK: Now, all the while
the lethal poison

was making its way
through his bloodstream,

the poisoned tip
was burning away.

All traces of it disappeared
in a puff of smoke.

Like some sort
of conjuring trick.

But who would have
the opportunity to poison
Bobby's cigar?

JACK: And who on Earth

would be able
to get their hands
on an obscure poison

derived solely
from a rainforest frog?

Well, perhaps only someone

who spent years
travelling to far-flung places.

She was a staff writer

for a travel company called
Off the Beaten Track.

Researching local knowledge
for a living.

Oh. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

This is absurd.

Why would I kill Bobby?

Because you believed
that history was repeating
itself.

And Bobby was being
less than honest,

just like before,

when he betrayed your trust

But I told you
we were over that.

But contrary
to what you said to us,

Bobby hadn't told you anything

about Adelaide
being his daughter,

had he?

Yes, Bobby told me.

Now, I have to give full credit
to my associate,

Acting Detective Myers.

It was Dwayne's knowledge
of poker that tipped me off.

As he said himself,

top players
are either aggressive...

Or they're so unassuming,

you wouldn't think
they had it
in them to bluff.

Which sums you up to a tee.

You turned pro
less than two years ago,

and you've risen
straight to the top.

You're clearly a natural.

Natural liar.

Which is why
when we asked you

about Adelaide
being Bobby's daughter

your face showed no emotion.

Perfect poker face.

Adelaide is actually
Bobby's biological daughter.

Although inside,
I'm sure you were horrified.

Now, I have no idea
where Bobby said
he was going

when he slipped off
to the Panama Hotel
that afternoon

but whatever his excuse was,
you weren't buying it.

Hey, sweetheart.

I just picked up
a private game.

Just a few of the boys.

DWAYNE: So you followed him.

All the way to the Panama Hotel.

We almost missed it

until we checked the CCTV
outside the hotel,

and saw you standing there,

watching Bobby
and Adelaide
go inside together.

I imagine you'd already noticed
the awkward looks between them.

The tiny tells.

Small wonder
when he just learned

he had a long-lost daughter.

But you didn't see it that way.

JACK: So you hatched a plan.

You waited until
after the semi-final

and took the ace of spades
from the table.

And then, somehow,

you got hold
of the Batrachotoxin
on the black market.

And then

I assume when Bobby
was getting ready,

you poisoned
the tip of his cigar.

JACK: Then after that, well,

all you had to do
was wait for the panic
after Bobby collapsed

so you could slip
the poisoned card
onto the table.

Creating the illusion

of the perfect crime.

You thought
you could spot
Bobby's tells

but you fatally
misread the situation.

And that's why you murdered
an innocent man.

That's why you
killed the only man
that you ever loved.

This is your fault.

Mine? How could you...

If you hadn't tried to sneak
into Bobby's life...

You killed him.

You stole my father from me

before I even got the chance
to know him.

You could've told me the truth.

Why didn't you?

If you had,

he might still be alive.

Officer Myers,
if you would?

My pleasure. JP?

Thank God this is over.
What an ordeal.

I take it we can go now?

Oh, of course.

Although you understand
we have an obligation

to report your cheating.

Cheating?
What cheating?

Well, let's put it
this way, Les.

It's a shady business.

Huh?

SELWYN: I gather
congratulations are in order.

A satisfyingly swift conclusion
to the Rodrigues murder.

Thank you, Commissioner.

I apologise
for letting you down
last night.

I was busy.

Learning to pull rabbits
out of hats?

So I understand.

Fortunately, your stand-in
rose to the occasion.

SELWYN: In fact,
it is him I want to talk to.

Ah, the very man.

Commissioner.

My niece informs me
you were a great hit

with her ladies last night.

So much so that

they have made request
to have home visits

to check
their security arrangements.

Home visits?

So far,
you have had six requests

but I'm sure there
will be many more.

Here are their addresses.

I trust you will not disappoint
any of them.

No, um, uh...

SELWYN: Your shoes

appear to be
a little soggy.

Oh, I...

I had to go home.

Just a little domestic mishap.

I left my bath running
this morning

and it flooded the whole house.

I wasn't soliciting an anecdote.

I was suggesting
you change your shoes.

Yeah. Commissioner.

Why did you
leave the bath running?

Because I had to leave
my house in a hurry.

There was a madman
sitting outside,
honking his horn.

You should find that man
and give him a piece of your...

Oh, right, you mean...

Yes, it's going to take
at least a week
to dry out completely.

I've got no fridge,
no television, no bed.

Well, listen,
come and stay at the shack.

No, no, no.

I'm sure JP can put me up.

Oh, I'm sorry, Dwayne.

Me and Rosey
only have one bedroom so...

Same here, Dwayne. Sorry.

Well, that settles it, then.

I got you into this mess,
the least I can do
is put you up.

And now that Siobhan's gone,
the spare room has gone

spare.

As long as you don't mind
being around me
24 hours a day.

Glad of the company,
to be honest with you.

Been fairly quiet round here.

I'll just be next door.

Oh, and just to warn you,
apparently I snore,

so you might wanna
get some earplugs.

Lovely.

(GROANS)

(SQUEAKING)

Great.

(SIGHS)

You going
to raise or fold?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

You've never played this game
before in your life,
have you, JP?

(KISSING TEETH)

Have about you, Dwayne?

I'm guessing
you're gonna want to fold, too.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that.

No? You pursed your lips.
You got nothing.

But I thought you knew
nothing about poker.

Nah, I don't.

But when you spend
the best part of 15 years

interviewing
the cream of London's
criminal fraternity,

you develop a knack
for spotting tells.

Okay, so what's mine?

You wrinkle your brow.

Yep, just like that.

(GROANS)

DWAYNE: Straight flush?

-How?
-Beginner's luck.

-Mmm-hmm.
-(LAUGHING)

JACK: Wow.

WOMAN: My husband
was murdered yesterday

and I would give
everything I have,

everything, to bring him
back again.

What brought you out
to the island?

Frank. I've always been a fan.

Is that an Irish accent I hear?

Who is Otis Falconer?

It's like he's
never heard of personal space.

He's meant to be my boss.

I may be an agent

but I'm not that ruthless.

You take longer
in the bathroom

than anyone I've ever met.

And I've got four sisters.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)