Love Means Nothing in Tennis New Tricks

# It's all right, it's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

# We're gettin' to the end of the day. #

Well played, Junior! Now give it and go!

Right wing, right wing!

You all right, son?

-Gerry?

-I'm OK, Grandad!

Are you sure? Good boy, you're playing well. Keep it up.

Come on, son! Go in hard, like we spoke about!

Berk...

He's a good little player, your grandson.

Well played, well played! Nice, very nice!

Gets it from his mum.

She was the best player in her school.

Get away.

My Paula. Not many.

She had trials with West Ham Ladies.

-West Ham?

-Yeah. They train two or three times a week.

Where's Scampy gone?

I think he wants a trial with West Ham!

Scampy!

Scampy!

They think it's all over! It is now.

Come here!

Give it 'ere! Give me the ball!

'The world of tennis is in mourning today

'at the death of the British junior number one...'

Alice Kemp.

'..16-year-old Alice Kemp at this exclusive London apartment complex.'

Fawn Bramall. There you go.

'Kemp, seen here in the white...'

Pretty little thing.

'..was twice British Junior Ladies Champion

'and a 2012 Olympic hopeful.'

Six hours after this match finished she took a dive

from the balcony of her penthouse apartment.

Her family all thought it was suicide,

but the original investigation couldn't confirm that

so the coroner recorded an open verdict.

In the middle of the second set, the heavens opened

and rain stopped play for about 30 minutes.

When the match resumed, Alice's game fell apart.

Fawn Bramall came back to win 0-6, 6-4...

6-2, if I remember rightly.

It's a gift.

Alice was led off the court in tears and six hours later she was dead.

Poor kid.

So why reopen the case now?

The Border Agency raided the same apartment complex

a few nights ago on a tip-off.

They arrested four illegal immigrants working as cleaning staff.

One of them, an Abeje Sekibo

now says that she was working on the night of Alice's death

and claims she heard Alice's raised voice coming from her apartment

at around 10.15, which was ten minutes before the body was found.

So you think, what, she might have been pushed?

So, anyone for tennis?

-Cheers.

-No problem.

Is this cool, or what?

-Very nice.

-Look at that view!

But hang on, how could Alice afford a pad like this?

I thought she was an amateur.

The suite was rented on a short-term lease

for the duration of the tournament

and paid for by Alice's agent, Anthony Marshall.

Initial forensics reports came up blank,

no signs of a struggle or anything untoward.

And the apartment's had a total refit since then,

so there would be no point in calling them back.

-Visitors?

-Alice's mother Victoria

and her sister Jess were the last ones to see her alive.

They left around six.

Well, this railing's certainly low enough for somebody to fall over.

Yeah, and that is where she fell from.

Did anyone from over there report seeing anything?

Uniform did an extensive door-to-door, but nothing.

-CCTV?

-There isn't any.

However, there is a secure entry system to the foyer.

Alice would have had to buzz anyone in who wanted to come up.

So we can be pretty sure that if there was someone else here that night, Alice knew who they were.

Unless they had a key.

So check out who did have keys,

including the people who leased it before she did.

Also check out the phone records and see if she made any calls that night.

-Yeah, OK, will do.

-Lets see the photos.

-All right.

-Thank you.

Right, this is a still taken from the match.

That's Anthony Marshall, Alice's agent.

That's her mother, Victoria Kemp, her sister Jess

and her coach Nick Hoyle.

And this is Fawn Bramall's mother, Irina.

What about their fathers? Where are they in all this?

Fawn's father is a millionaire businessman

who was abroad at the time

and Alice's father, David Kemp, hasn't been on the scene for years.

Right, so where do we start?

I'll take the manager.

I'll take the coach.

Good. Gerry, you're with me.

Oh, all right.

I don't know why we bother with tennis in England anymore.

You don't bother with tennis in England.

We take it a bit more seriously in Scotland. Mr Murray - I rest my case.

-He's British!

-He's Scottish!

Humble beginnings for a future tennis star.

Alice was a working-class girl made good,

that's why the press loved her.

-Hello. Are you Jess Kemp?

-Yeah.

Is your mum in?

She's just getting ready. She should be out in a minute.

OK, ready.

Victoria Kemp?

-Yes.

-Detective Superintendent Pullman.

This is my colleague Gerry Standing.

We're from the unsolved crime and open case squad.

Have you got a couple of minutes? It's quite important.

If it's about Alice, I want to hear it.

I am nearly 14, you know.

Is it? About Alice, I mean?

Yeah.

Thank you.

So do you really think that Alice might not have killed herself?

That's just a possibility at this stage.

-Can I help?

-Here we go.

Ah, thank you. You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

I insist. Milk and sugar?

-Just milk, please. Thank you.

-Bit of both for me, thank you.

We know that this is very difficult for you,

so we'll try and make it as quick as possible.

At the time of Alice's death, was anything troubling her?

Problems with friends, or boyfriends.

No, there was never any time for anything like that.

-Thank you.

-It was all about the tennis with Alice.

If that was going well, then everything was going well.

So before the match, she was happy?

Very. She'd made the final, her form was good,

she was about to turn professional.

There was nothing to be unhappy about.

I hope you don't mind me saying this,

but Alice seemed awfully young

to be staying in that apartment on her own.

Alice was very strong-willed, very mature for her age.

What Alice wanted, she usually got.

When you and Jess last saw her in that apartment, how was she?

She was still very upset about losing the match.

We wanted to stay with her, but she insisted she be left alone.

Alice hated losing, didn't she, Mum?

Always did, even as a child.

Sometimes she would sulk for days cos she'd lost an important match.

Is that why you felt that she took her own life,

because she lost that final?

What other reason could there be?

Thank you so much, see you next week.

Anthony Marshall, please.

Our books are full. Try these, they might be able to help.

"Fuglies - the casting agency for the less-than-beautiful."

Brian Lane, UCOS.

Mr Marshall, there's a Mr Lane here to see you.

-Does he do dogs, then?

-What?

Mr Marshall. Does he represent dogs?

He doesn't, but his associate Mr Hemmings represents

a variety of animal actors, yes.

That particular client made over a quarter of a million in appearance fees last year.

What?! Quarter of a million. Bloody hell!

Unfortunately for you, he doesn't represent fleas.

-Sorry?

-Wait over there.

Do you have any idea why her form dropped so dramatically

after the rain break?

Tell them, Mum.

Dad went into Alice's locker room during the rain break.

How do you know this?

I went there too.

Is this true?

Jess, why don't you wait in your room? Please.

Thanks, Jess.

Did Jess say what her father wanted?

No, thank you.

She wouldn't know.

He asked her to leave so that he could talk to Alice alone.

And you never said anything about this at the time?

I didn't find out until months later, when Jess told me.

David wasn't good news.

He left us a long time ago

and his contact with the girls has been inconsistent to say the least.

Have you ever denied him access to the girls?

Sorry. Can you say that again?

Have you ever denied David access to the girls?

No, the opposite, I encouraged it,

but he wouldn't always turn up when he promised

and the girls could get quite upset.

-Where he is now?

-I haven't seen him since the funeral.

Ah, Fawn Bramall.

You represent her as well?

Yes. Fawn came on board shortly after Alice's death.

According to the file, you paid for Alice's apartment.

Did you have a key?

I don't honestly recall. But if I did I certainly never used it.

Why such a fancy apartment?

I had scheduled a press conference for right after the final.

Alice was going to announce that she was turning professional.

The apartment was a gift from me.

That was very generous.

I wanted Alice to have a taste of what her new life would be like.

First class travel, Michelin star restaurants.

She was really going to be that good?

Not GOOD, Mr Lane, the best.

Alice had it all - talent, looks, and charisma.

You know, World Tennis Magazine estimated her career earnings

in the tens of millions.

From which you'd be taking a hefty slice, I imagine.

You know, Alice was 13 years old when I signed her.

Did you know that, Mr Lane?

I spent the next three years AND a small fortune

building up her media profile.

Did you talk to her after the match?

I tried to talk to her in her locker room, but...

she was too distressed,

the poor girl wasn't making any kind of sense.

So you didn't go to her apartment that evening?

No, I was here. On the phone.

Obviously, Alice was so distraught I had to cancel the press conference.

It was a public relations nightmare.

The rest of the evening I was dealing with the media fallout

and trying to reassure all the sponsors that I'd signed up.

Must have been costly.

I lost a lot more than money that day, Mr Lane.

A talent like Alice's doesn't come along very often.

Sounds like she was more than just a client.

She was. She was like a daughter to me.

I sometimes wonder, Mr Lane,

if Alice's real father hadn't been such a wastrel whether...

she wouldn't still be with us now.

How did Jess react to Alice's death?

The only way she knew how - to throw herself into her sport.

And you allowed her to pursue a career in tennis after what happened to Alice?

I didn't really have a choice.

After what happened to Alice

I was ready to walk away from tennis altogether.

I hated it for the pressure that it put on her.

But Jess has other ideas?

She idolised Alice, she wanted to follow in her footsteps.

So after Alice's death,

it just made her all the more determined to succeed.

Is she any good?

Nick, her trainer, thinks that she might even be better than Alice.

-Nick Hoyle? Alice's old coach?

-Yeah.

Look, don't get me wrong, I'm not one of them pushy tennis mothers

that you see at all the tournaments, I hate those types.

But after what happened to Alice I just want Jess to be happy,

and tennis is what makes her happy.

Swing out to the point of contact, shift your weight forward

and then follow through.

OK?

Good girl, try again.

-That's Nick just there.

-Thanks.

Mr Hoyle? Can you spare a moment?

Clive, can you take over with Rebecca, please?

-We're working on her forehand.

-Yep.

My name's Steve McAndrew.

I'm from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

Business looks to be booming, Mr Hoyle.

Train a Junior Grand Slam winner or two

and you'll be surprised at how many parents suddenly want your services.

It's Nick, please.

Are any of these kids look like Grand Slam winners?

Unfortunately, for many, it's already too late.

In places like Russia they've got academies teaching four-year-olds.

By the time their players reach the professional circuit

they've already been playing for 12, 14 years.

Our kids simply can't make up that lost ground.

Your services can't come cheap.

How could someone from Alice's background afford that?

To be honest with you, Mr McAndrew, most of the children I teach here

are the talentless offspring

of over-pushy parents with too much money.

-That's very candid.

-But true.

Someone with Alice's natural ability doesn't come along that often.

I couldn't let a talent like that go to waste.

So you taught Alice for free?

And her sister, Jess,

it's my way of giving something back

to a sport that's given me so much.

Can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt Alice?

Everyone loved Alice.

Everyone?

Look, I shouldn't really be saying this,

but if you're looking for someone who actually benefited from Alice's death,

you might want to try Fawn and Irina Bramall.

What, because of this rivalry they always had?

Because, with Alice out of the way,

Fawn became British tennis's number one poster girl.

All right, spit it out.

What?

You haven't said a word all the way back, what's up?

Nah, you don't want to hear about it.

Try me, Gerry.

Well, it's stupid, really,

but seeing Victoria and Jess,

and seeing how much Victoria supports her,

it made me think of my eldest.

Well, you know Paula, she was a fantastic footballer.

-Footballer?

-Yeah, yeah, real star.

And then, just after her 16th birthday

she comes up to me and says,

"I don't want to play any more, I'm bored with it."

What did you do?

I said to her, "It's your choice. You're a bright girl.

"If you don't want to play football you don't have to."

And you're thinking you should have encouraged her to stick with it?

Yes, maybe I should have forced her to stick with it.

I don't know, Gerry. I think kids are under enough pressure these days

without parents forcing them to do something they don't want to do.

But she might have made a real go of it, you know,

turned professional even.

There's a lot of money now in women's football, you know.

-Have you talked to her about it?

-No.

No, I'm no good at talking about feelings,

especially to the kids.

And what if I did talk to her,

and it turns out she does blame me for not pushing her hard enough?

That it's my fault that she hasn't lived the sort of life

that she wanted to. What then?

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

every time my mother forced me to do something I didn't want to,

I fought against it tooth and nail.

Why am I not at all surprised?

I mean, a quarter of a million a year, for a dog!

It's not to be sniffed at.

He wasn't even very nice looking, not like Scampy.

Any luck with Alice's phone records?

-Came up blank.

-What about keys?

Turns out they were those electronic swipe kind,

the kind you re-programme with each new tenant.

So no-one who had the flat before Alice could have let themselves in.

Who did she give copies to?

Her mother Victoria had one,

but she and Jess left the flat around six.

The only other person with a key was Anthony Marshall.

-But he reckons he was in his office on the phone at the time Alice died.

-Thank you. Anyone corroborate that?

Not yet, but I've put in a request for his phone records.

But I'm sure he was holding out about something on me.

That doesn't make any sense.

Why kill the goose that lays the golden egg?

Alice's death must have cost Marshall millions in lost commission.

Not like Irina and Fawn Bramall by the way, who according to Nick Hoyle

have made a ton of money since Alice's died.

But that makes even less sense,

the Bramalls already had more money than they knew what to do with.

Bingo! I've got an address for Alice's dad.

A house in East London where his benefits are registered to.

-Oh, he's on benefits, is he?

-Is he?! Not many!

Listen to this. He's had 23 different addresses in 11 years,

all of which he left owing back-rent.

He's got ten credit cards, all maxed out,

and nine bank accounts, all overdrawn.

-He must owe thousands.

-He's a real prince, this one.

He walks out when Alice is six and Jess is one,

doesn't pay a penny in child maintenance,

hardly keeps any contact with the kids over the years

and then suddenly pitches up just as Alice is about to hit the big time.

Presumably, to get a cut of the action.

Now there's a thought, maybe he went back to Alice's apartment later,

asked her for some more money, she refused...

No, that makes no sense at all!

Listen, this bloke is skint!

I hear what you're saying...

You're not listening to what I'm saying...

DOORBELL RINGS

Grandad!

Where's Gerry?

-I'm him.

-No you're not, you're a leprechaun.

Mum, Grandad's here.

This is a pleasant surprise. Cup of tea?

No thanks, I'm fine.

I've got a lovely bar of chocolate for someone.

Yeah, it's for your mummy.

So you better have these, eh?

Thanks, Grandad!

He's about to go to bed, Dad.

You can have them in the morning, all right, mate?

OK, Grandad.

You jump into bed and I'll come up and read you a story.

And don't forget to clean your teeth!

"Grandad". I'm never going to get used to being called that.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, I was just local,

thought I'd pop in and see how the boy is, see how you are.

You saw us yesterday when you took Gerry Junior to football.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Are you sure everything's all right, Dad?

I'm all right if you're all right.

What I mean is, are you happy with your lot...

and everything?

You're acting very strange, Dad, is there something you want to ask me?

Grandad!

-What?

-What about that story?

All right, mate, go on. Up to bed.

Kids, eh? Who'd have them?

Esther!

Esther?!

What is it?

-Have you seen my old Leica?

-What?

-Me camera, woman, I need it.

What for?

I want some head shots of Scampy.

Ah, here it is.

Yes! Now remind me to get some film in the morning, will you?

I know I'm going to regret asking this,

but why do you need head shots of Scampy?

Because you're going to be a film star, aren't you, son?!

Oh.

Smile, Fawn, you're meant to be sexy, not constipated.

Irina Bramall?

Yes.

Detective Superintendent Pullman,

this is my colleague Gerry Standing, we're from UCOS.

Is this about those parking tickets?

No, we're re-investigating the death of Alice Kemp.

Oh!

You don't seem very surprised that we're looking into Alice's death.

Not surprised, not bothered. Nothing to do with us.

Smile girl, for goodness' sake!

Mr Kemp?

Mr Kemp?

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

According to the press, there was animosity between Fawn and Alice.

In fact, some say they hated each other.

They were rivals since they were seven years old, what do you expect?

Did either of you have any contact with Alice after that last match?

Why would we?

Straight after the final we went out for a small celebratory dinner.

All the excitement was too much for Fawn.

She didn't feel well, so I took her home and had her in bed by eight.

And you have people who can verify that, do you?

My husband was away on business,

but we have staff that can back up my story, yes.

I bet you do.

Listen, I appreciate that with Alice out of the way,

we have inherited all this.

But I can assure you, we have nothing to do with her death.

And you're happy with this, are you?

Your own daughter being treated like a cheap glamour model.

For a female sports star, all this is part of the job.

Is it(?) Well, I've seen enough.

-Oi!

-Gerry!

That's it, you've taken your last photograph.

Come on, kid, cover yourself up. There you go.

Why don't you take her home, eh?

Fawn, before you go, we've been speaking to Alice's sister.

You've seen Jess? How is she?

She's fine. Do you know her well?

No, she doesn't.

According to Jess, their father came into Alice's locker room

during the rain break.

Did you happen to overhear what they were talking about?

Listen, can we stop this? Fawn doesn't know anything.

The girls' locker rooms were on opposite sides of the building,

so she couldn't have heard anything.

Instead of wasting your time interrogating innocent people,

why don't you focus on someone who had a real motive to kill Alice.

-Like Anthony Marshall for example...

-Mum! Tony's our friend.

Why Mr Marshall?

There was a rumour that Alice was going to change agents.

Anthony Marshall faced losing millions in commission

if she walked.

And Mr Marshall is now your agent, is that correct?

So? He can be replaced, he's only an agent.

It's Fawn here who's the real talent.

Now, if you're quite finished, we have a press engagement to attend.

Fawn.

No, no, no, keep it.

I tell you what, get it back to me when you've got a minute.

Thank you.

Mr Kemp? Steve McAndrew, Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Who are you two nuggets?

You're making a mistake.

Oh, shit. I hate London...

No.

Yeah, yeah, that's them.

Those two, there.

-That's it.

-The Dresden Brothers...

Who?

Couple of rent-a-thugs employed by the illegal betting community

to collect unpaid debts.

That fits, I found a lot of betting slips around Kemp's house,

he likes a flutter, by the looks of it.

This is hard-core though.

If the Dresdens are involved

it means Kemp's mixed up with some very unsavoury characters.

They can certainly pack a punch, I know that.

I'll get on to uniform, see if we can have them picked up

before they go to ground.

Back home, if someone assaulted a police officer

we had a slightly different way of dispensing justice,

know what I mean?

So did we, a long time ago. But hey...

What?

If the Governor hears you suggesting that

she'll personally frogmarch you down to Euston

and throw you on the first train back to Glasgow.

The way I feel about London right now, pal,

that's quite an appealing thought.

PHONE RINGS

UCOS, Brian Lane.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Right, thanks for getting back.

You lied to us, Mr Marshall.

No, I never lied, I just...

didn't mention that Alice might have been looking for another agent.

Am I correct in thinking that when Alice died

you took on Fawn Bramall as a client.

And so, all the money that Alice would have earned, Fawn earned?

Therefore, the only way you would have lost money

is if Alice had lived and signed with another agent.

No, look...

I know it looks bad, but that's not how it happened.

Well, it is how it happened, but it wasn't planned.

I didn't plan it...

Look, I had nothing to do with Alice's death.

Why am I getting the feeling you're still lying to us, Mr Marshall?

You see, I think you killed Alice,

then you talked her sponsors into switching all their money

over to Fawn Bramall.

That way you keep your lousy 20%.

No, that's not how it happened.

Then tell us, how did happen? Tell us the truth.

All right, I admit it, I did go and see Alice that night.

I just never mentioned it before because I knew how it would look,

I knew you'd think I had something to do with Alice's death...

but I didn't.

I went over just before seven. I wanted to talk to her.

I loved Alice, I wasn't going to lose her without a fight.

You weren't going to lose her money, you mean.

The money wasn't important. I even offered to halve my commission.

I just wanted to know why she was looking for another agent,

I wanted to know what I'd done wrong.

What did she say?

She denied it.

She swore she didn't know how the rumours had got started.

Look, you have to believe me.

Alice was alive and well when I left her, I swear!

Interview suspended at 15.42.

What?

It looks like Marshall was telling the truth about his whereabouts

on the night Alice died.

His phone records just came back

and he was in fact in his office making calls.

I've spoken to three people so far

and they all said that they talked to Marshall

about Alice's cancelled press conference that night.

Oh, shit. OK, release him.

Sorry, Guv, I need to give you this.

-What the hell happened to you?!

-Oh, yes, Dresden Brothers.

Long story short. I was looking for clues in Kemp's house,

I answered the door to the Dresdens they mistook me for Kemp,

banjoed me without saying a word.

Hang on a minute. You were in Kemp's house and he wasn't even there?

Yeah, yeah, but like I said, I was looking for clues.

Front door was open, was it?

Well, no, but...

You know, I just gave the back door a wee jiggle, you know.

While you're under my command,

if you break into a property again without a warrant,

a black eye is going to be the least of your problems,

do I make myself clear?

You've done it now.

I'll go and talk to her.

No, no, I wouldn't go poking the bear just yet.

No, let her get all the anger out of her system first.

What, leave it an hour or so, or something?

Make it more like...

BOTH: Three.

-I'm home!

-Hiya.

Scampy! Hello!

"Hello, darling, how was your day?"

"Oh, my day was fine, how was yours?"

-Look what I've got.

-What have you bought him now?

Film for the camera.

Because we've got to get you ready for your big shoot, haven't we?

Yes, and you know what that means?

Oh, please, no.

Yes, it's bath time!

-HE LAUGHS

-Come on, then!

Scampy!

Come on. Come on.

Oh, Scampy!

Come on!

Oh, Scampy! No here, come here!

Scampy!

Up, come on. Up.

Here. No!

Good boy, Scampy. There's a good boy. In you go.

SPLASH!

Oh!

Brian, what's going on?

I'm sorry.

Try the side door.

OK. I'll see you in a minute.

Thank you, Richard.

David?

Hello, I'm David and I'm a compulsive gambler.

ALL: Hi, David.

It's been two weeks and three days since I last placed a bet.

My gambling has cost me everything.

My home, my wife, my children.

I think I've hit rock bottom - well, I hope I have.

But I'm on the way up.

Sorry, can I...

You're a hard man to find, Mr Kemp.

-Did you visit Alice in her apartment on the night she died?

-No.

But you did go and see her during the rain break of her last match.

-Says who?

-Jess.

Kids...

Well?

I just wanted to wish her good luck.

And you expect us to believe that?

Believe what you like.

If this has anything to do with the Dresden brothers, we can protect you.

It doesn't. And you can't protect me.

You can't even protect yourself.

-What?

-I hid in the under-stair cupboard

when I saw you come to the house yesterday.

Not one of my finest moments, but I saw what they did to you...

That was a different set of circumstances.

They took me by surprise, I can handle myself, don't you worry.

That was a very candid introduction you gave in the meeting there.

Sounded like you were really serious about turning your life around.

Believe it or not, I've been there.

Same place as you are now.

Except mine wasn't gambling, it was drink.

Gets you right there, doesn't it?

Right there in the guts.

That yearning, that fire that you believe can only be quenched

with one thing.

Well, I wish I could tell you it was going to get easier, but I can't.

You're going to have to fight that fire, like I do,

one day at a time, for the rest of your life.

But I tell you this, mate, one addict to another,

you're never going to win that fight

if you hide from the truth of who you are and what you've done.

What the hell...

I went to see Alice to ask her to throw the match.

I owed a lot of serious people a lot of money.

And with Alice's run of form, she was odds-on to win the final,

so I bet every penny I could find on Fawn Bramall

and I asked Alice to lose.

You left it a bit late in the day

to ask Alice to throw the match, didn't you?

What if there hadn't been a break in play?

No, no, no.

You'd already asked Alice to throw the game before the match

and she turned you down, didn't she?

I'd already placed the bets.

If Alice had won, I'd have been finished.

You saw what these kind of people are prepared to do

for a couple of lousy grand.

Just imagine what they'd do for a hundred.

So, yeah, I was desperate.

I told Alice if she didn't throw the game I was as good as dead.

And Alice agreed to help?

Well, that's it, she didn't. She didn't even respond.

It was as if I wasn't there...

or she wasn't there.

You know, like she was in a trance or something.

Then the call came through that the match was to restart

so I had to leave.

So Alice threw the match and you cleaned up.

Yeah. Except she couldn't live with what she'd done

and she killed herself.

Is that what you believe happened?

That my addiction caused the death of my daughter?

Absolutely, yes.

-Nice touch.

-What?

The addiction thing.

It wasn't a touch.

Hello.

Your coat, dry-cleaned.

-Oh, you needn't have done that.

-She insisted.

Well, thank you very much.

-Happy?

-Thank you.

Come along.

Back to training.

-Oh, no, it's a sponsorship commitment in Eastbourne.

-Oh.

-Back in time for evening practice, though.

-Right.

-Here you go, that's yours.

-Oh, great, thanks.

So are we going to charge David Kemp for match-fixing?

No. After all this time, and without Alice,

the CPS can't build a case.

But what about the murder?

What if she threatened to tell the truth about him, then he killed her?

He was certainly desperate enough,

-but I think we got the truth out of him.

-We?

All right, OK, but I don't want to rule him out as a suspect just yet.

What about if he was indirectly responsible for her death?

In so far as she was so ashamed

about throwing the match for her father

that she killed herself.

From all we've learned about Alice,

I don't believe she'd just throw the match on purpose,

she was way too competitive.

But why the sudden drop in form after the rain break?

Well, it was the final, last big match before she went professional,

she'd have been desperate to win it.

Maybe the pressure just got to her.

Well, you know...

Or maybe the early score was more to do with Fawn's lack of form

than Alice's superiority.

After the rain break,

well, you know, Fawn just simply upped her game

and Alice couldn't keep up.

No, something happened to Alice, I'm sure of it, during that rain break.

We find out what that was, we find out how she died.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, UCOS.

Oh, yeah. Right, I'll tell him.

Esther's here, she's in reception.

-Sandra, can I?

-Yeah.

-You going somewhere?

-Scampy's got an audition.

I sent some photos of him to this animal agency.

The bloke there reckons he's got a job Scampy would be perfect for.

It's a national print campaign.

National, eh?

We could be about to witness the birth of a star.

Mr Hemmings will see you and... Scampy now.

Prepare yourself. This is your big chance.

SHE LAUGHS

Do what?! You must be joking!

You've no chance, pal.

You can stick your job!

SCAMPY BARKS

Well, I've never been so insulted in all my life!

This national print campaign is a before-and-after shot for a worming treatment!

They wanted Scampy for the before!

Brian...

The humiliation, Esther.

We'd never be able to show our faces in the park again.

It's probably all for the best.

You off already? Shame(!)

You might have better luck with that Fuglies place I told you about.

They take on ugly pets as well as ugly people.

Argh...!

Brian!

Hello, Brian, how did Scampy get on?

What, no good?

I don't want to talk about it.

Uniform's just charged the Dresdens with ABH. Yes!

-Do that again?

-What?

Yes.

That's it, that's what's missing.

-Now watch.

-We've seen all this before. Alice falls apart after losing the match.

Not Alice, look at her opponent, Fawn Bramall.

Now, what do you see?

She doesn't look very happy

for somebody who's just beaten her sworn enemy, you mean?

Because?

-Because they're not sworn enemies at all, they're pals?

-Exactly.

There's something going on between Fawn and Alice

that Fawn's not telling us.

Guv'nor...I thought Fawn looked at me strangely when she gave my coat back.

Now, listen to this.

"Dear Mr Standing, please forgive me for contacting you like this

"but it's the only way of doing so safely

"without my mother finding out.

"Contrary to what everyone thought,

"Alice and I were the best of friends."

Yes, well done, Guv.

"And I know why Alice's game fell apart after the break

"and I feel I must tell someone for Jess's sake, if no-one else's."

For Jess's sake?

We need to speak to her - alone.

-Right, you two stay in the car.

-Yeah.

Hello, Fawn.

Mum will be back in a minute, she's just gone to the car.

No, we want to talk to YOU. I got your letter.

Now, Sandra and I need to know why you were so concerned about Jess.

Alice was my really good friend.

When she lost the match I knew something was wrong,

so I tried her mobile, but she didn't pick up.

I faked illness and I went to bed early and then I snuck out

and I went to Alice's apartment.

How was she?

Really upset.

She was so worried about Jess joining Nick Hoyle's academy.

Alice had had this schoolgirl crush on Nick since she first met him.

When he started paying her attention she felt flattered.

She even thought she was in love with him.

But when it got...sexual,

she realized it was wrong, what he was doing.

But she didn't know what to do about it.

I was the only person she ever told and she swore me to secrecy.

Was she going to confront Hoyle that night?

What are you doing?!

Who gave you permission to speak to my daughter?

Please, Mrs Bramall, we're just having a little chat with her, that's all.

Was she going to confront Hoyle at the apartment that night?

Fawn, say nothing. They have no right to question you.

I don't know what do to.

Fawn, do what you think is the right thing to do.

Don't you dare say another word, young lady.

Fawn. Fawn, look at me...

Oh, will you shut up!

-Pardon?

-You heard me.

You told me not to say anything, but I wont keep quiet, not any more.

-How dare you talk to me like that?!

-Please, Mrs Bramall.

I was in Alice's apartment when she was killed.

I was in the bathroom, Alice was playing music,

but I could hear the front door.

Did Alice buzz him in from the foyer?

No, I would have seen her do it.

I'd only just gone into the bathroom when I heard the front door.

Whoever it was must have had a key.

Her voice was muffled but I could hear Alice arguing

and then she went out onto the balcony.

-Was it Hoyle?

-I don't know.

I assumed it was, because of how angry she sounded.

I wasn't supposed to be there, so I waited ages,

but when I came out Alice was gone.

I went home as quickly as I could and I told Mum everything.

About Hoyle, Jess, everything.

And she told you to keep quiet?

She told me that any sort of scandal would taint my career.

Would cause a stain I wouldn't be able to loose.

But I didn't care about any of that.

It was Jess I was concerned about.

Mum promised me that if I kept quiet, she'd speak to Hoyle.

Make sure he didn't do to Jess what he did to Alice.

No, it wasn't like that.

Alice was...

Well, she was special.

-She was 14.

-But we...

We loved each other.

Love?

For the record Mr Hoyle, did you or did you not

initiate intimate sexual relations with Alice Kemp

from the date of her 14th birthday?

No, it wasn't like that. Alice made the first move, not me.

What difference does that make?

You were an adult, she was a child.

Let me put it another way, Mr Hoyle,

do you deny having regular sexual intercourse with Alice Kemp

from the date of her 14th birthday to the time of her death?

It wasn't like that,

you're making it seem like something that it wasn't.

-You guys are all the same, do you know that?

-No. No, I'm not one of those guys.

I hate those guys.

Please, you have to understand.

Victoria, I'm sorry, but I have to ask you some questions.

OK.

Did Alice say or hint that anything was going on

between her and Nick Hoyle?

No, she loved Nick, we all did.

He was always so kind.

Do you know if he saw Alice after the match?

He knew she'd be in no mood to talk after such a big loss.

He said he'd see us the next day at practice.

How did he react to Alice's death?

He was as devastated as the rest of us, maybe more so.

Now I know why.

Jess?

I mean, do you really think...

That's what our Child Protection Team are hoping to find out now.

But she's in good hands, I promise.

You must think I'm a terrible mother.

What am I saying, I am a terrible mother.

No, you really mustn't think like that.

People like Hoyle are master manipulators,

they're experts at concealing the truth.

During the rain break, Jess went to tell Alice

-she'd just won a scholarship to your Tennis Academy.

-That's why Alice was so shaken.

She knew you'd do the same to Jess as you'd done to her.

No, no, I never laid a finger on Jess.

Why, because she wasn't 14 yet?

-Please, ask her if you don't believe me!

-We are.

We have specially trained officers talking to her right now.

Along with every child you've ever coached.

I've never touched any of them.

I'm not the guy you think I am.

-Did you go to Alice's flat that night?

-No...

-I think you did and I think Alice confronted you.

-No!

-Did Alice threaten to go to the police?

-Please...

-Did she threaten to expose you for abusing her?

-No!

Is that why you killed Alice - to stop her revealing the truth?

No!

I never hurt Alice, never!

I loved her. I told you! I loved her!

I loved her.

Thanks, yes. Cheers.

-What did you get?

-Hoyle's admitted to having underage sex with Alice,

but denies interfering with any of the other kids.

According to Child Protection two other girls have come forward.

-What about Jess?

-Looks like he'd been grooming her for months but he'd yet to make a move.

-That's something at least.

-Still makes me sick!

-We can charge Hoyle with sexual abuse.

-Yep.

What about Alice's murder?

He swears he didn't do it.

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

Well, the most important thing is that we've contained the threat.

Let him stew in his cell overnight

and you two can have a go at him in the morning.

In the meantime, I need a drink. Pub?

-Why not.

-Gerry?

No, I can't tonight, I've got some unresolved business to attend to.

Suit yourself.

Nighty-night.

DOORBELL RINGS I'll get it.

-Grandad!

-Wotcher, champ!

-Three times in one week - I am honoured.

-Let's do it.

-Cuppa tea?

-Yeah, I'd love one.

-Pyjamas on and ready for bed, you.

-OK, Mum.

Before you go.

Left or right.

Right.

How did you know that?

Thanks, Grandad

And clean your teeth!

-You spoil him, you know.

-Yeah, I know.

Tell you what, Paula,

you've really done this place up nicely, haven't you?

Come on then, out with it.

What?

Whatever it was you wanted to say last time you were here

and couldn't.

Dad...

I was just thinking about you when you were a kid.

I mean, you really loved your football.

Is that what this is all about?

You wanted to remind me that I used to play football?

Yeah, but you enjoyed it so much, and then you gave it up so easily.

I grew up, Dad! I discovered boys and clothes and going out.

Yeah, and didn't I know about it?!

Yeah. I was a bit of a handful, wasn't I?

Not half!

What's this really about?

Well, I was just wondering if you ever regretted it?

What, giving up football?

Yeah, whether you felt I should have pushed you harder,

you know, supported you more, made you turn professional.

Do you know the thing I loved about you the most as a kid?

Well, obviously, my sparkling personality.

You taught me to think for myself,

to take responsibility for my own actions.

Did I do that?

You always asked me what I thought, you valued my opinion

and trusted me to make my own decisions about my life.

THAT means a lot to a kid.

HE LAUGHS

What's so funny?

Well, I can't figure out how I had a daughter who was so clever.

-I just can't help wondering about those girls' childhoods?

-How do you mean?

-Well, they've been treated like commodities since they were seven. Thank you.

-Ta.

I mean, yeah, great, if they make it big,

but what if they don't, they've lost their childhoods for nothing.

You know what's bugging me?

Who else had a key to Alice's apartment?

PHONE RINGS

The boss.

Guv?

Steve's just made a really good point.

OK. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Bye.

Sorry, love. Work.

I'll see you Sunday anyway.

-When I take little Gerry to the football.

-Yeah.

-Ta-da!

Bye.

-Victoria?

-Is everything OK?

-Go... Go in the house, please.

-What?!

-I said go in the house, Jess!

-OK, OK.

Fawn Bramall says that she hid in Alice's bathroom on the night she died

and she heard someone turn up, someone who must have had a key.

When David abandoned us

I had to work two jobs just to put food on the table.

When Alice found tennis I had to work even harder -

lessons, equipment, uniforms, it just never stopped.

But then there was a glimmer of hope,

Alice turned out to be good at tennis - better than good - brilliant.

They told me that with the right training

Alice could become world-class.

She could make enough money to drag all of us out of the sewer.

Alice told you that Nick Hoyle had been abusing her

since she was 14.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

What do you want to hear?

That I knew Nick was having a relationship with Alice?

Relationship?! She was a child.

We all have to make sacrifices to get what we want, Mr Standing.

Alice was no different.

So when you discovered that Hoyle had been abusing her,

you just turned a blind eye?

Nick was the best junior tennis coach in the world.

I could never afford his services

and here he was turning Alice into a champion for free.

Free isn't the word I'd use.

Can you believe this woman?

Is it always about the money with you, Victoria?

When you've been as hard-up as we have, little else matters.

How did Alice react when she found out that you knew about Hoyle?

She went berserk.

She blamed me for not protecting her,

when all I was doing was thinking of Alice's future, of all our futures.

That was always Alice's biggest failing,

she could never see past the next point, past the next game.

You know, she even threatened to expose me and Nick.

Me, after everything I've sacrificed for her.

So you killed her?

No. No, no, no. That was an accident.

We were so close to having it all.

I couldn't...

I wouldn't let Alice take that away from me.

I'd earned it every bit as much as her.

She kept shouting and screaming about how I'd let her down.

We were on the balcony and she tried to hit me, so I grabbed her.

She kept trying to pull away and I couldn't keep hold of her.

And then she slipped backwards, out of my arms and...

just disappeared.

I thought she'd vanished into thin air.

I couldn't work out where she'd gone for a moment, until I...

Until I heard that terrible sound.

And then you just left, didn't you?

You didn't think to help or call the police?

You saw the photos of Alice's body, what could I have done?

I always had to think of the bigger picture.

What would have happened to Jess

if my part in Alice's death would have become known?

That would have completely ruined Jess' future.

Yet even after all this happened,

you still let Jess join Hoyle's academy?

Have you not listened to anything I've said?

Nick is the best junior tennis coach in the world,

he's going to turn Jess into a superstar.

No he's not, because he's going to prison for a long time.

And so are you.

Just over there.

Jess.

Have they charged her?

Manslaughter.

-How's Jess?

-I got her aunt to come in, and Fawn's with her.

I think your Paula's a very lucky girl.

# It's all right It's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

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