Death In Paradise (2011) s14e05 Episode Script

1
'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 THROA
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!