01x05 - At Sea

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BEVERLY: Hello, cruisers.

We are now sailing

for the Bay of Biscay

and will be at sea

for the next 24 hours.

Just a reminder that

the Carousel Theatre and Lounge

is closed for a private event.

However, there's lots

to keep you entertained on board.

I've not been this excited

since we hosted Paul Hollywood's

sourdough masterclass.

Poker's the new rock 'n' roll.

Who knows where it'll lead?

Hm.

Televised tournaments.

Reality TV.

I could see you

fronting your own show.

Beyond the realms.

You are a natural, Beverly.

Thank you, Kate.

I am a people person.

♪ Going on an adventure

♪ And I've got a feeling

The sun don't shine

♪ Shine, the sun don't shine

♪ I'm in love with the ocean

♪ And I've got a feeling

I'm sailing tonight

♪ Tonight, I'm sailing tonight

♪ It's because of you

♪ Your love is an ember

♪ I'm going on an adventure

With you on my mind

♪ Going on an adventure

With you on my mind. ♪

Morning.

Are we all set?

All good to go.

This needs to run like clockwork.

So, tell us about these

high rollers?

Nicolai Volkov, AKA All In.

Number one poker player

on the planet.

Impulsive, ruthless,

the game's finest bluffer.

BL-Zeebub.

Self-styled bad boy of poker.

Mouth the size of the T49 tunnel

and an ego to match.

Keith Lomax.

Bitcoin billionaire

and the new kid on the block.

Wannabe number one.

A man in a hurry.

Lee Dead Eye Stannard.

Former resident of Las Vegas,

blind in one eye from birth,

the man with no tell.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Nicolai Volkov.

Kate Woods, First Officer.

My pleasure.

Beverley Carnell,

entertainments officer.

Wonderful.

This is Jack Grayling,

resident vocalist.

And MC for the tournament.

Ah!

My mother used to sing

for the prisoners at our gulag

when I was a child.

How wonderful.

Until she was ex*cuted

for stealing a loaf of bread.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

It was a long time ago.

INDISTINC

The heart says yes,

but the reflux says no.

Old man! Thought you'd be playing

snap in a nursing home by now.

No. I'm still here.

Jack Grayling.

Dead Eye Stannard.

Want me to order you something

a little easier on the stomach?

CHUCKLES

No, thanks. I'll stick with my milk.

Milk.

Don't mind if I do.

Still acting like every meal

is your last.

Is that meant to offend me,

cos actually it doesn't!

You've got mayo on your chin.

JACK SIGHS

Oh, come on!

Do we wait for The Widow?

No.

Get on with it.

Hm-mm.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to our first Global

Poker Stars Invitational Tournament.

This is a $1 million buy-in game.

Winner takes

Am I late?

Wendy The Widow Weston.

Self-taught

after her husband was shot dead

at a game of seven card stud.

Poker's original rock chick.

It's good

to see a woman in the tournament.

Just doing my bit

for the sisterhood.

Well, there's plenty

of testosterone flying around.

Well, once I sit at that table,

my ba*ls are as big as anyone's.

Looking good, Wendy.

You're not looking so bad yourself.

Don't you think it's time

you stopped dressing in black?

Are you ever going to let him

rest in peace?

I miss him as much as you do.

Somehow I doubt that.

How about you coming later

to my cabin?

We could, ah, catch up in private.

Let bygones be bygones.

For old times' sake.

That could be arranged.

It's complicated.

I'd like my man to inspect where

the chips and cards are stored.

I'm sorry,

that's out of the question.

Why?

Ever the demanding child.

A spineless father

is a lifetime curse

for a sensitive young boy.

Enough.

Our Siberian friend

really isn't worth it.

Your beloved daughter

might disagree.

The wisdom of age.

Gentlemen, my lady,

the game is Texas Hold 'em.

Rebuys start at 500K.

The winner takes it all.

Good luck.

Best of luck, everybody.

KATE: How do we know

who's winning the hand?

JACK: Hard to tell without seeing

what they've got in the pocket.

10,000.

'Whose pocket?

'The cards they've got

facedown on the table.'

Not for me.

Fold.

Raise 30K.

Fold.

Just you and me, Lomax.

Before we continue,

I'd like to thank you all

for your generosity this evening.

We work in places, Mr Lomax.

I knew a sad little man,

he looked a lot like you.

Thought he had it made

just before I crushed him.

CHUCKLES

Re-raise.

60K.

100,000.

This is getting interesting.

All in.

JACK: Volkov has gone all in.

He's put in at least 100,000!

Let's see what you've got.

JACK: Pot's got to be worth

half a mil.

King high.

Same.

But my fifth card beats yours.

Well, well.

Hm.

What's in that pouch, you rat cheat?

Some sort of hidden camera?

Stop that!

Time to walk off, Mr Volkov.

You're a worthless punk,

just like your father.

Seems you are in good company.

I see you all in hell.

Hey

Here's a souvenir for the journey.

GROWLS

Thanks.

Well, Volkov's a bit of

a sore loser, isn't he?

Well, he's not used to being beaten.

Especially by an amateur like Lomax.

It's all about saving face.

Well, I don't think any of them

around that table will shed a tear.

He's been nothing but rude to them

since the start.

All part of the game plan, love.

He likes to get inside your head.

Well, he's just lost half a million,

so he might wanna give his game plan

a rethink.

You know, I think you'd make

a pretty good poker player yourself.

Really?

Mm-hm.

Controlled, competitive

cool under pressure.

Some people might even say uptight.

Uptight?

You and Piers are well-suited.

Is this about the engagement?

Just a casual observation.

Well, some of us

have responsibilities, Jack.

We know when to leave the party.

Hm!

You think performing is easy?

Well, I know you never seem to stop.

It must be exhausting for you.

We work on a cruise ship.

It's supposed to be fun.

Piers and I have plenty of fun,

thank you.

CLEARS HER THROA

What?

I've noticed

you've not been wearing your ring.

SHE SCOFFS

I don't need a ring

to define me, Jack.

Mr Volkov, your morning coffee.

Mr Volko

EXHALES

Single puncture wound.

Probably penetrating the right lung.

So someone stabbed him in the back.

Seems a fitting way to die.

Maybe not.

Check out his pupils.

They are like pin points.

Overdose?

These are track marks on his arm.

Let's check upstairs.

Bedside cabinet.

You might wanna bag it up.

Oh, yeah.

Hi.

OK, what have we got?

It seems Nicolai Volkov

had a heroin habit.

He was sh**ting up smack

when someone stabbed him.

OK, right, well, yeah,

I suppose that could happen.

We've also got vomit on the

bed sheets and a half-eaten burger.

Throwing up could have been

a reaction to the drugs.

You might wanna bag up that chip,

too

Oh. ..in case

forensics want to run prints on it.

So he came back here after the game,

he ordered room service,

he took a hit,

threw his burger back up

and then someone stabbed him.

Just about sums it up, yeah.

Well, then he must have known

the k*ller.

Why else would he answer the door?

The obvious reason?

A woman?

Not necessarily.

He was flirting with The Widow

at the reception.

In fact, he gave her his room key.

We'll get him to the med centre.

Do you think that one of the other

players could have done this?

Clearly all of them

had some kind of grudge. Yeah.

Obviously, our hearts go out

to Nicolai's family

after such a shocking incident.

We play on.

Without discussion?

Hear, hear.

You think Volkov would have walked

away if it was one of us?

Well, the Captain has agreed

to continue with the tournament

until we dock

and the police can come on board.

I came here to win.

Just saying,

we've gotta show some respect.

Anybody have respect for that man?

Well, then.

OK.

All those in favour of continuing

with the second night of poker,

raise your hands.

Decision made.

This way, please.

Sir.

Thank you.

Well, at least you tried.

And that's all you can do.

You mind if I ask you something?

Fire away.

Volkov said something to Lomax about

his father, and you had to step in.

What was the deal there? The Russian

ruined his old man in a poker game.

Lomax senior

never was much of a player.

Ended up losing

the family home to him.

The marriage ended

and he died penniless.

He lost everything

on a hand of cards?

Yep. The game gets

to some people like that.

Volkov took Lomax's dad

for everything in a poker game

when Lomax was still a kid.

Left the family destitute.

EXHALES

I mean, that is

one hell of a motive.

Hm.

Also, I found

this article in the Skylarch,

poker player magazine, Zeebub was

Volkov's protege as a teenager.

It's obvious they can't stand

each other's guts now. Hm.

What about Dead Eye?

Oh, Volkov made a comment

about his daughter at the reception.

Any reaction?

Didn't bat an eyelid.

Other than that, I could happily

listen to the fellow talk all day.

What about The Widow?

Why do they call her that?

Because her husband was shot dead

at a poker game.

Any connection to Volkov?

No.

But an old Interpol contact

told me there were rumours

it was a Russian hit.

Really?

Hm-mm.

And we know that she had a room key.

Hm-mm.

OK, I'll take The Widow.

Surprise, surprise.

And the old guy.

And that leaves you with Lomax

and Zeebub.

Er

Unless that's a problem.

Jameson has warned me off. He thinks

that you're a bad influence.

He's always been

a good judge of character.

Hm.

We could always

leave this one to the big boys.

No, we just need to be discreet,

that's all.

Right. Remember,

any of these people could

be the k*ller, or the next victim,

not to mention

they wear poker faces for a living.

They're professional liars.

Must have been tough

after you lost your husband.

These things make or break you.

Certainly made you.

Had no choice.

Two teenage kids

and a mortgage to pay.

So you taught yourself

to play poker?

Turns out I was better

than my old man all along.

HE CHUCKLES

So how did it feel

when the guy accused

of k*lling your husband walked free?

Hardest part was explaining it

to my girls.

And when he disappeared

off the face of the Earth?

Do you think I'm capable of m*rder?

Did you make any use of that room

key Volkov gave to you last night?

I'd love to be able to give you

a hot lead for your case,

but no, I did not.

And were you aware

of Volkov's heroin problem?

I heard he'd cleaned up years ago.

Really?

Hm.

Did you know he was married to

Dead Eye Stannard's daughter, April?

No.

Hm.

Sid and Nancy of the poker circuit.

Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll,

all the way.

Serious addicts.

Until he checked into rehab.

At which point, he dumped her.

April ran home to Daddy

still hooked on the junk.

That was the last I heard of her.

Feeling lucky?

I'm always lucky, baby.

I didn't realise that Volkov

bankrolled your early career.

What of it?

I don't know, it just must have been

really exciting.

He was only interested

in making money in me.

Why did it end?

It just did.

I had a bad run. He wanted to change

the way I played.

I refused and I lost big

in a tournament in Singapore.

So he dumped me.

He left me with no money,

no flight,

and he even took my passport.

I couldn't pay the hotel bill,

and I ended up in Changi Prison

for six months.

I got deported back to Mumbai

and I've had to start again

from scratch.

It's taken me years.

That must have been really hard

for you.

I was 18,

and he didn't care

if I lived or died.

I didn't see you in the bar

after the tournament last night.

I went back to my cabin.

Oh.

Alone, or

I watched a movie.

What film did you watch?

A romcom.

MACHINE PLAYS MUSIC

Like I said

I'm always lucky.

COINS CLINKING

Hm-mm.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

Got it?

This one.

Ah!

How do you do that?

If I told you,

I'd have to k*ll you.

You never mentioned that you were

once Volkov's father-in-law.

That is a period of my life

that I try not to dwell upon.

How's your daughter these days?

COUGHS

You leave April

COUGHS

..out of this.

COUGHS

You OK?

Age is a cruel companion.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

She lives in a nursing facility.

In my home town.

She's safe, she's close by.

So what did you do with yourself

after the game last night?

I use one of those breathing

apparatus to fall asleep at night.

And your doctor Sharon provided me

with some fresh oxygen,

and that put me out like a light.

Thanks.

Jack,

you know it's just sleight of hand?

Everyone loves a bit of magic.

I read a profile on you in the FT.

Really?

Hm. Tough childhood.

Character building.

Sounds like

Volkov had a lot to answer for.

Whatever circumstances

our family found itself in

were down to one man only,

and that's my father.

Still, I don't suppose you shed

many a tear over Volkov's death.

Not a single one.

Did you get chance to unwind

after the tournament last night?

Late supper with the Captain.

I'm sure he'll confirm that for you.

Great. Well, good chat.

Where would you like to see yourself

in five years' time, Ms Woods?

Er

Well, skippering my own ship.

Did you know I own a superyacht?

It's moored in Portofino.

Impressive.

My captain's about to retire.

Right.

Details of the vessel are in here.

Once the tournament's over,

perhaps you'd consider the post.

Are you trying to buy me off?

I'm simply offering a job to someone

with the potential

to achieve a lot more

than her current position allows.

I'll triple

what you currently earn.

Think about it.

WIHSPERS:

Don't worry. You'll be fine.

You'll be fine, you'll be fine,

you'll be fine. Yeah? OK.

See you later.

Hey.

What couldn't wait?

Oh, I just wanted to see

how things went with Lomax.

Jack, you've called me

down from the bridge for that?

In case you'd forgotten,

there's a m*rder*r on board.

Yeah, well, his alibi checked out.

The Widow's holds up, too.

She ordered room service around

11.30 and Jamil delivered it.

OK, what about Dead Eye?

The doc aid she brought him oxygen

around the same time The Widow

was tucking into her seaweed wrap,

he was already in his PJs,

she helped him hook up

his breathing gear

and didn't leave till after one.

Which leaves Mr Zeebub

and his romcom.

Hm-mm.

I spoke to housekeeping.

There's no history of him streaming

a movie last night, obviously.

And no-one to back up his story.

No.

DOOR OPENS

Jack, I just saw Zeebub

leaving The Widow's cabin.

Well, could you hear

what they were talking about?

No, not really, but

Here, look.

Jamil, me and you stay on BL.

Kate, you keep on digging on Lomax,

yeah?

Yeah. Absolutely. Leave it with me.

Let me see.

BL was wearing that last night!

Yes, definitely.

Does that look like blood to you?

Could be.

QUIET CHATTER

COUGHS

EXHALES

Hope you haven't been hustling our

guests with that find-the-lady scam.

Who, me?

Quick question.

Fire away.

Wendy Weston and BL-Zeebub.

What about them?

Do they have any kind of connection?

You mean outside of poker?

Any other history?

No, not that I know of,

but I will say this

COUGHS

The Widow certainly knows

how to hook a fish and reel it in.

COUGHS

You sure you're not

coming down with something?

All good.

Excuse me.

I have to visit

the little boys' room.

Mr Zeebub was seen

leaving your cabin this morning.

Well, you know what they say -

what happens at sea stays at sea.

So you two are

Oh! I just take my kicks

where I can get them these days.

Whilst you're here

..do you recognise this picture?

Course.

It's a photograph of my husband

the night he was m*rder*d.

But do you recognise anyone else

in the photograph?

Like who?

Nicolai Volkov?

He was there the night

that your husband was shot. Yeah.

Yeah, I've been reading up

on the case.

He was supposed to be a key witness

for the prosecution, right?

Till he took the money and ran.

So you think he was paid off?

Why else would he leave the country

the night before he was due

to give evidence?

And you never got justice.

I don't even know

what that word means any more.

So, we found queried bloodstains

on Zeebub's shell suit.

Sharon's running some tests,

and if it's All-In's blood,

we can nail him.

Great.

Yeah. What's that?

Oh, it's, er, nothing.

Well, it doesn't look like nothing.

It is a job offer.

What, to work on a superyacht?

To skipper it. Yeah.

Does that thing belong to Lomax?

Maybe.

One minute you're grilling him,

the next thing he's trying to

install you on his wonder boat?

So, you think that this is a bribe?

Well, do I think a billionaire

m*rder suspect

might dangle

an amazing career opportunity

to put you off the scent?

HE SCOFFS

As if (!)

You haven't for one minute

considered that

I just might be

the ideal candidate for the job?

I guess everyone has their price.

You know what, Jack,

if you don't trust me,

I'll just have to solve this case

without you.

Oh, Jack. Glad you're here.

Did you have a look

at that tracksuit top?

Ketchup. Not blood.

Oh.

But I've got bigger news.

Yeah?

Volkov's results.

Go on.

As well as morphine,

there was ricin in his system.

Any idea how it got there?

Hard to say for sure, but

..this inflammation's

consistent with

handling something contaminated.

That would be enough to see him off?

If his hand touched his mouth

and he ingested it, yeah.

One of the deadliest poisons

on earth.

It doesn't take much

to k*ll someone.

So someone tried to poison him?

Certainly looks that way.

How's it going?

Lomax is still winning

every other hand.

Are you playing or what?

Yeah. I'm just

Let's go

and check out Lomax's cabin.

Movie night, is it?

WENDY: What's the hold-up, Lomax?

BL: Yeah, let's play poker!

This tournament is terminated.

What?

Excuse me.

What's going on, Jack?

Give that back!

I'm afraid Mr Lomax is a cheat.

He switched the ship's cards

with his own identical sets,

each fitted with a computer chip.

That sends images of everyone's hand

back to his cabin

then over to him via

..a listening device

inside of his cap.

So he knew every card

that was dealt in every game?

Exactly.

Did Volkov find out?

Is that why he was m*rder*d?

No, he was k*lled for other reasons.

EXHALES

Isn't that right, Mr Zeebub?

I'm afraid you've been

played like a Stradivarius.

Miss Weston openly admits

you've been sleeping together.

So?

Yeah, she was flirty

with your former mentor

For old times' sake.

'..in order to get hold

of a key card for his room. Why?'

That could be arranged.

Because she talked you

into doing her dirty work

of avenging his betrayal

at her husband's m*rder trial,

and for the months

spent languishing in Changi jail.

You've got no proof of that.

Unfortunately, your notorious

appetite proved to be your downfall.

'You couldn't resist a bite of that

room service burger, could you?'

And what's left of it

has been bagged up as evidence.

So when we dock, the police

will run DNA and dental tests.

I'm sure

you'll be on the global database

given your criminal record.

She had nothing to do with it.

How chivalrous.

I'm serious.

It really is love, then.

I wouldn't say it's reciprocated.

Anyway, luckily for you,

it may be difficult to prove that

the stabbing actually k*lled him

because when you came to stab him,

he was already unconscious,

seemingly from an OD.

Mr Stannard.

Mr Grayling.

Look, do you mind me

asking how long you've got left?

Weeks, month or two maybe, at most.

Cancer of the lung.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

Nikolai Volkov broke your daughter

April's heart and spirit.

He most certainly did.

I contacted the clinic

to talk to April.

Well, you had no right to do that.

When they divorced,

she made a suicide attempt,

which has left her

in a permanent coma.

Resident of a care facility

in Las Vegas since 2014.

She hasn't spoken to anyone

in years.

This tournament gave you

a last chance of payback.

'And what a way to do it! You know,

'give the former addict an overdose

with your own morphine supply.'

Excellent detective work, Jack.

Although I very seriously doubt

that I will be around for the trial.

Dead Eye didn't know that

Volkov had already been poisoned

earlier that day, with ricin.

And that got me thinking,

why would any of you three

feel the need to poison him,

you know, given the stabbing

and the fake OD.

And I remembered that you threw

a gambling chip at Volkov,

just before he stormed out,

with your creepy surgical gloves on.

Maybe that was contaminated

with ricin.

This is ridiculous.

OK.

Here's the chip.

Take off your gloves

and take the chip out of the bag.

Take them off.

If you're innocent,

you've got nothing to be scared of.

I refuse

to take part in this charade.

Do you know what,

I think I actually believe you.

So I'm gonna take the chip

out of the bag,

and hopefully you don't end up

on a double m*rder charge.

No.

Close the damn bag.

So, how are you going to prove that

any of us actually m*rder*d him?

Luckily, that's not my job.

Let's see what a jury think.

Stupid question,

but are we locking them all up?

Not The Widow.

Unless this mug sees sense.

Go easy on Mr Stannard.

You're a true gentleman, Jack.

She made me do it.

Shut up!

It was all her idea.

She's like a snake charmer.

LAUGHING

The

LOUD LAUGHING

I mean, this is literally one

big boys' club, isn't it, this boat?

Have you only just noticed?

Right.

Ooh!

More mojitos.

No. No, I'm fine.

Well, I'm having one.

Don't you think you've had enough?

I'm having fun, Piers.

Because Jack Grayling

thinks that I'm an uptight prig.

Since when do you care

what Jack Grayling thinks?

I was offered a job today.

Skippering my own big superyacht.

Why didn't you tell me

about this earlier?

Because I was keeping

my cards close to my chest.

Which is something

that you would know all about.

Wouldn't you?

Piers de Vreese.

Let's get you back to the cabin.

I don't need your help

Ooh! Ooh!

SHE GIGGLES

I'm fine. I'm fine.

There is nothing to see here.

Someone's had a big night.

Well, it is not every day you catch

four K*llers on one case, is it?

Whoo!

Ow!

THEY CHUCKLE

Was that chip was it fake?

Or was it real?

Mm-hm?

Let's get you to bed.

OK.

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

This way. Come on.

THEY CHUCKLE

Jack?

Hm?

Can you believe that Piers has

applied for the staff cat - sorry -

staff captain job

and didn't even tell me?

Well, now you mention it,

yeah. Just-Just shush!

And as for Jameson,

that stuffed shirt,

I don't think

he's got any intention,

he hasn't, of giving me that job.

Right, just shush! Yeah?

Shush!

SHE GIGGLES

He thinks that

I'm a silly girly girl.

Doesn't he?

His loss.

Well, no, it's not. It's mine.

I don't normally drink, because it

makes me go a little bit crazy!

CHUCKLES

Key.

Please.

All right!

Yeah?

SHE LAUGHS

What you need is some water.

Are you not sick of the sight of it?

Of what?

Bloody water.

You had me going

when Lomax offered you that job.

Thought you might

actually jump ship.

Got to admit it, though, the idea

of you not being around any more

scared the living daylights

out of me.

Night-night.

Are you ready for him?

AUDIENCE: Yes!

I'm delighted to welcome onstage

your resident house singer,

Jack Grayling.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

MUSIC: 'Every 1's A Winner'

♪ Never could believe

The things you do to me

♪ Never could believe

The way you are

♪ Every day I bless the day

That you got through to me

♪ Cos baby I believe you are a star

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's the truth

♪ Making love to you

Is such a thrill

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's no lie

♪ You never fail

♪ To satisfy. ♪

Hey!

CHEERING

♪ Never could explain

Just what was happening to me

♪ Just one touch of you

And I'm aflame

♪ Baby it's amazing

Just how wonderful it is

♪ That the things we like to do

Are just the same

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's the truth

♪ Making love to you

Is such a thrill

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's no lie

♪ You never fail

♪ To satisfy

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's the truth

♪ Making love to you

Is such a thrill

♪ Everyone's a winner, baby

That's no lie

♪ You never fail

♪ To satisfy. ♪

CHEERING

The ship has now arrived

at the beautiful island of Sicily.

Jamil,

how do you fancy a little adventure?

I do love an adventure.

Ah. This is where it all began,

kids.

I'm standing down from the business

with immediate effect.

Does he have many enemies?

Just his own kids.

I actually hate him.

He's still our dad.

Kate, come on, please,

don't be like this.

The DiMarco family are linked

to organised crime.

It's always the girl.

Get lost, you little punk.

Il bacio della morte.

What's that mean?

The kiss of death.

♪ You thought you'd run away now

♪ From the troubles in your life

♪ And watch a new horizon

♪ In the sky

♪ But now the truth's

Caught up with you

♪ Forever is waiting for you ♪