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Snap sale. Lots of bargains.

Hey, lady, like to buy a T-Rex?

- No?
- No. How much is the PS5?

- Fifty bucks.
- Is it fake?

Uh-uh, it's the real deal.
Super-hard fun.

Yeah, I know.
What's wrong with it?

Nothing, he only just got it

for his birthday, which was...

Wait a minute. Who?

My brother.

Is all this stuff his?

But he definitely knows
I'm selling it.

What did he do?

Come on, girlfriend. I know
a revenge sale when I see one.

Fine, he hacked my Insta

and he posted
an embarrassing baby pic of me.

He ate
all of the microwave popcorn

and planted evidence in my room.

He even trained my cat
to sleep on his bed.

That is unacceptable.

Here, 20, 40, 45.

You know what? I'll throw in his
teddy for an extra couple bucks.

Oh, you're diabolical.

But, no. I'm actually out.

You're 20 cents short.

Oh, come on. Have a heart.

- Have a great day.
- Yeah.

Keep giving him hell,
it's the only way he'll learn.

Sale! Sale!

You've been shopping?

Well, I love a good bargain me.

Or receiving stolen property,
depending on how you look at it.

- Do I ask?
- Do you wanna know?

What's the occasion?

Monday.

- Do I ask?
- You could.

Or I can tell you about
Day Dawn Retirement Village.

A resort-like community

for the rich, famous,
the over-60s.

A death at a retirement village?
That's just crazy talk.

Jean Hartigan.

Who's Jean when she's at home?

A judge, a community leader.

She was awarded
the Queen's Service Medal

six years ago.

Two months ago she was
with some other residents

at the village bar having a few
drinks. She felt a bit off.

She removed herself
from the party.

The next morning she was
found dead, drowned in her bath.

She was found
by her new husband.

He went to look for her when she
didn't show up for breakfast.

Her new husband?

Yeah, Frankie Jones.

They were married
just a few months.

Still had separate units.

Frankie was out playing a gig

the night of.

You know, I'm still thinking
that a death

in a retirement home
is just not that kooky.

Jean was fit, she was active,
she was in great health.

She was also riddled with LSD.

You don't say!
What made you do the toxicology?

Uh, suspicious substance

found on the nightstand,
sure enough.

None of the oldies
have anything to add.

They're either unsure
or unwilling to share details.

So the case has been ruled
death by misadventure.

- But you think no.
- Yeah.

The son's not convinced either.

Said his mother never drank,
never took drugs.

He thinks the new husband might
have been taking advantage.

And you wanna take another look?

It's worth another look.

Talking
to the staff nurse again.

The village manager Jeff, too.

Oh, and the new gardener,
recently released from prison.

He's serving the rest of
his sentence under supervision.

He's been working at the village
as part

of his community service.

Well, that's a red flag. What
does he have to say for himself?

Well, he wasn't on site
the night of Jean's death.

Still under curfew.

His name's Will Crowe.

Not related, is he?

You know, why don't we just
try to find out

what happened to dear old Jean?

You don't wanna stay
for a bite?

No, I'm good.

Oh, hi. Yes. Um, I'm trying
to find my brother Will Crowe.

He's supposed
to have been released.

- Kia ora!
- G-God, don't you ever knock?

Last time I knocked,
you didn't answer.

Okay, so I trolled
the village Facebook page,

but the pics and comments
were as vanilla as they come.

But then I found
the FB community page,

and that was where all of the
action was at. Check this out.

Well, they look like
they are having an awesome time.

These retirees grew up
with the Stones and Pink Floyd.

- They know how to party.
- Oh, and also...

There is a post from Frankie
the day after Jean died.

"RIP, my love. LOL."

Are those laughing emojis?

Oh, actually,
he means lots of love,

and those are supposed to be
sad faces.

It's a common mistake
among boomers.

Oh, yeah,
I think a few of these ladies

have a crush on the gardener.

Okay, so now see this?

- See this mark on Jean's chest?
- Mm-hmm.

The coroners put it down to
a necklace that she was wearing

in the days before she died.

But we can't find one
that matches.

- You want me to do a search?
- Yeah.

And also,
run a check on Jeff Turner,

the village manager.

- See yourself out, won't you?
- Cool.

There is no way
that my mother took LSD.

Sometimes we don't know our
relatives as well as we think.

Look, I'm not saying
that she's some sort

of sweet little old lady.

I mean, she's a high-court
judge, for God's sake.

So maybe she was making up
for a life

that was all work and no play.

I mean, there's plenty of play
in her life.

It just didn't involve boozing.

But she changed when she went
to Day Dawn Village.

She changed.

She was in a fatal car accident
when she was young.

Drunk driver.
She was traumatized.

And that is why
she didn't drink, ever.

So you don't just wake up
one day in your late 60s

and change that dramatically.

What about her recent marriage?

Now, it seems to me
that Frankie Jones

is not her regular type.

No, he's not.
Yeah, my father was a doctor.

This guy
was a slimy, wannabe rock star.

She wouldn't have given him
a second glance

if they'd met in
the outside world.

Maybe they had a connection
you don't understand.

Like, maybe she liked his music.

His last wife died
less than a year ago.

My mother lived
in an exclusive gated community.

LSD, drowning in a bathtub,

that-that-that doesn't happen
in places like that.

It doesn't happen
to people like her.

Anything on the necklace?

I did a sweep of every
local jewellery store catalogue

I could find,
but nothing that matches.

- Well, maybe try--
- Oh!

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

Investigating the manager guy,
like you said.

From the comfort of your couch.
Was that not clear?

But I drove all this way.

Fine, we'll go talk to Jeff
in person.

- But follow my lead.
- Okay.

- Don't say anything silly.
- Well, I won't.

- You are sisters.
- Mm-hmm.

Half.

We didn't know about each other

until five years ago.

I ordered
my birth certificate online.

We've heard such terrific things
about your facility.

We'd like to check it out
for dad.

While he's in Madagascar.

- While he's in Madagascar.
- Mm-hmm.

Of course.

I should mention,
due to our reputation,

there is a lengthy waiting list.

And we'd like to add
dad's name to it

as soon as we've taken
a look around.

Golf courses that way,
tennis courts, outdoor pool.

- Indoor pool.
- Whoa.

Man, I am this close
to moving in myself.

- Heh-heh.
- Oh, is that petanque?

So this waiting list,
what are we talking about?

People are registering
in their late 30s, early 40s.

Come now, who thinks about
these things that far ahead?

Well, clients who appreciate
the finer things in life.

So, uh, surely

vacancies come up
from time to time.

I mean, that happens
in rest homes, right?

Oh. This is not a rest home.
Absolutely not.

Take a look around.

But look, where there's a will,
there's a way.

And if your father wants this
badly enough, then, um...

Are you saying
what I think you're saying?

Well, just as we have
different levels of villas,

perhaps we have different tiers
on the waiting list.

Where did your sister
get to? Uh...

When were you gonna tell me
you'd been released?

Ooh.

Turns out I don't have to.
You found me anyway.

Once a detective...

How did you get out so early?

Oh, I transferred
to a prison apartment.

I can work, participate
in approved activities,

visit family.

When were you planning
on doing that?

When I'm given the address
and the invitation.

I know you don't like surprises.

Since when have you
known anything about gardening?

Since I was given the choice
between doing this

and picking up litter
on the side of the road.

Turns out I'm an expert gardener
all of a sudden.

Helps when there's a dozen
old girls willing to pass on

their extensive knowledge.

Made a few fans, have ya?

Oh, they like to chew my ear off
while I'm working.

Then they find out
about my finance background,

they're always keen
on a little advice.

And when they find out
about your fraud

and prison background?

I'm a changed man, Alexa.
Look at me.

I'll text you my address.
Come visit me.

Well, I only have
to look at plants and they die.

Have you tried
a succulent garden?

Oh. Um, Alexa,
this is my new friend, Marianne.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I understand
you're taking a tour

on behalf of your father.

Yes, I am.

Five-star recommendation
from me.

But there's a waiting list.

That's what I understand,
though, uh,

this one appears to be empty.

Poor Jean.
Passed away quite suddenly.

Oh, really?
I'm so sorry to hear that.

And what tier is this apartment?

Top end.
Nothing but the best for Jean.

I wondered if her husband
might take it, actually.

Poor Frankie,
he's in an entry level unit

across the other side.

- Frankie... Frankie Jones?
- Mm.

Well, that was a friend
of our father's.

- Oh.
- Oh, I can pass on the message.

He'll be at the Sailor's Thirst.
It's a pub.

Always been a bit of a barfly.

- More so since Jean died.
- Mm-hmm.

Alright, well, thank you
so much for the tour.

And, uh, we'll be in touch.

Well, don't leave it too long.

- The list only gets longer.
- Uh-huh.

♪ I wake up to a text
that says ♪

♪ Hey I miss you
messing with my head ♪

♪ Don't know why you keep ♪

I think you've got
the wrong leaner, doll.

Frankie Jones?

You don't know me.
My name's Alexa Crowe.

A friend of yours from Day Dawn
told me I'd find you here.

I just wanted to talk to you
about your wife, Jean.

- You know her?
- No.

But I did just meet her son, Kane.

I loved his mum.

I wasn't after anything.

I just... loved her.

So you were married once before?

I lost Rochelle last year.

She knew what I was like.

We kept each other company.
One thing led to another.

What was Jean like?

Mm, too good
for the likes of me.

You must have something going
for you if Jean fell for you.

Oh, maybe she liked
my, uh, creativity.

I'd play her some of my demos.
She loved that.

And I was also useful
for opening jars.

Jean could barely open
the front door,

let alone a jar of pickles.
She had terrible arthritis.

Poor thing.

So the night Jean died,

you were here doing your
regular Wednesday-night gig?

Yeah. Yeah, that's the one.

Look, uh,
maybe you can talk to Kane.

It's hard enough
trying to live without her.

I'm no bloody gold-digger,
I'm not.

And besides, we've only been
hitched for a couple of months,

so I'm not gonna be
in her will or anything.

If you're married,
you don't need a will

to contest her estate.

I don't need Jean's money.

In Kane's defence, being told
that your clean-living mom

has been found dead
with enough LSD in her system

to ground a horse,
it's kind of hard to believe.

Well, maybe if you live
where I live,

you wouldn't find it
that unusual.

Thank you.

Ow! Man!

Hi!

- How did you get in here?
- Door was unlocked.

I just love how safe
all the residents feel here.

I'll be sure to tell dad.

Ah. Dear old dad.

Currently in Mauritius, right?

Madagascar.

You know what I hate
more than a time-waster?

A liar.

You and your sister
are full of it.

You've got bigger problems
than us.

- Mate.
- Like what?

Like the fact
that Jean was not alone here

the night she died.

You're looking at a murder.

Oh.

- You're here.
- Yes.

And we've actually got--

Jean has arthritis.

She couldn't even open
a pickle jar.

Yet I could barely turn on
her bath tap.

She would have needed help,
she wasn't alone.

Well, actually speaking,
I'm not alone.

And I'm pretty sure that
Frankie Jones' alibi was crap.

Hiya.

What? You said I could come by.

- Thanks.
- Ta-da!

I didn't even give you
my address yet.

Oh, I got it from Jeff.

I didn't know
I had a half-sister.

Why did you let him in?
He could've been anybody.

Oh, no, no, no, I-I-I thought
he was your-your brother.

- That's what he said.
- I am.

You just believe anything that

any random guy tells you?

No, I-I saw him on the village

Facebook page,
and you guys look alike.

- Out. Out.
- Oh, okay.

Alright, alright,
alright, alright.

- Alrighty. Okay.
- Ta-ta!

Well, I can see you still have
impeccable manners.

So what else did you tell Jeff?

Well, look, if I'd known
that you were there

investigating Jean's death,
instead of visiting me...

Who said I'm investigating
anything?

Come on, detective
can't change its spots.

- Can you?
- I'm more of a stripes guy.

Yeah, matches the steel bars.

Oh, I'm starting to feel like
you still don't trust me.

You who suddenly best mates
with a bunch

of wealthy,
vulnerable senior citizens.

Oh, come on,
have you actually met

a straight white guy over 60?

There's literally no one
less vulnerable.

Hey, I could be your man
on the inside of the village.

Oh, hello, handsome.

Oh... Oh, what's your name?

Was Jean the type
to take recreational drugs?

There's a lot
of party harders there,

but, no, Jean was not
one of them.

What about Frankie and Jean?
Did they seem happy?

Oh, yeah, as happy
as you and this guy. Who is he?

That is my little friend, Chowder.

Oh, I gotta go anyway. Curfew.

Don't worry,
the nasty man's going.

Hey, um, I'm sorry
I let your brother in.

How did you go
looking into Jeff?

Well, he used to work
in advertising.

He's single, no kids.

I wanna know
if he's bumping off residents

to get that waiting list down.

Um, okay, not the kind of intel

I can find on Facebook
or LinkedIn.

Well, you heard him say
that there's ways

to jump the queue,
if he's pocketing bribes,

then it's in his interest to
make sure that vacancies arise.

He needs new openings. Copy.

Wow, Jeff, are you actually
still using WEP protocol?

Tsk.

Health stats from the village.

Any deaths that police attended
over the past ten years.

Most departures
from places like these

are natural causes, as you say.

What, you wanted to meet
for this?

Haven't you heard of email?

I wanted to check
if you're okay.

Of course, why wouldn't I be?

Shall we cut the crap now,
Alexa?

I know Will is your brother.
Why didn't you just say?

I just don't like to boast
about my family achievements.

4.2 mill in converted funds
from his clients.

It's quite an achievement.

If it makes you feel any better,
my Cousin Chris did six months

for a botched
liquor-store robbery.

He barricaded himself inside
the beer fridge to evade police.

We just waited
until he got too cold

and he had to come out again.

Thanks, Harry.

- You wanna get a coffee?
- Hm, yeah...

Well, places to be, eh?
Stuff to do?

Well, I'm not going to break in

to an old lady's
retirement unit,

if that's what
you're worried about.

Hello there!

You're very keen to inspect
that villa for your father.

- Aren't you?
- I sure am.

But the layouts are identical,
aren't they?

Could I take a look at yours?

- Gosh, you get around.
- Used to.

You know, the idea
of an organised tour

has never really appealed to me.

I mean, what if the people
you're stuck with are dicks?

Well, sometimes they are.

More often than not,
they're like-minded folk.

Uh-huh!

I suppose you're going to ask

where my significant other is.

- Certainly not.
- Oh, most people do.

"No pictures of your husband?
Where are the grandchildren?"

How bloody rude.

Oh, Jakarta. Now, she was
an appalling bloody roommate.

Rude to the waiters,
hotel staff.

Well, the picture's still up.

Our memories make us
what we are.

Can't edit the past.

Were, um,
you and Jean Hartigan close?

We met, uh,
when we both moved in here.

But in a place like this,
you know,

you have a lot to do
with each other.

Was it weird
that she died on LSD?

You're not here looking for
a unit for your father, are you?

Well, her son still has
a few questions.

Well, what can I tell you?

Few of us got together
for a drink in a boogie.

Pretty typical for a Wednesday.

Uh, Jean started feeling unwell,
so I asked her what she'd taken.

LSD as it turns out.

A pretty typical
Wednesday night, you say?

We like to let loose sometimes.

So you're spending
your retirement taking class A?

I definitely did not say that,
not to a police officer.

Police detective, retired.

It's just that,
well, Jean's son

is under the impression that
his mother was a teetotaller.

Know what I've noticed about the
adult children of my friends?

They think we should be in
our rocking chairs doing Sudoku.

- For the rest of our lives.
- What do you say to that?

Words a woman of my age
shouldn't be saying.

- Can I help you?
- That's my line.

You've been sitting
on that one peppermint tea

for quite some time now.

- Hi, it's Madison.
- Mads?

Please leave a message.

Um, Madison, I need you.

I found something out
about Alexa's brother.

Wait. Alexa has a brother?

Why are you still here?

Ah. Also my line.

So where did the LSD come from?

What makes you think
I would know?

Oh, just get kind of
a queen-bee vibe from you.

I am head
of the social committee, Alexa.

Not the village drug-dealer.

Have you asked Jean's husband?

- Of course.
- Well, there's also management.

The facilitators around here
certainly don't seem

to mind facilitating.

Alexa.

You know each other.

Um... I was just...

Marianne offered me
some cuttings.

Bless you, darling,
you remembered sugar this time?

Of course.

Will?

Yes, Jeff has
a super savings account.

And, yes, it has
a bunch of deposits.

Uh... 10K... 15K.

So he's taking bribes
to help people jump the queue.

So I checked all of the recent
deaths at the village.

And then, I cross referenced
the dates with Jeff's iCal.

But... most of the time
he was elsewhere.

- Hmm.
- Um...

He's got a thing for seminars.

Those Get-rich-quick guys.

And um... yeah.

- He's taking bribes, but--
- He's not knocking people off.

- No.
- Bugger.

Oh, well, anything else?

Um...

Come on, spit it out, tell me.

Uh, actually, no.

You do know I can
reach you from here, right?

Yeah. Oh. Um...

Well... Blaine is actually
um, he's dungeon master tonight.

And I said that
I would go support him.

- So... I'm gonna...
- Wait... tell me.

Um...

I may have looked
at the contents

of your brother's device, too.

There have been,
uh, multiple deposits

into Will's account since he
started working at the village.

and I checked all of the names.

They're all residents.

And, um...

I'm really sorry, Alexa, but...

What?

Jean Hartigan...

She gave Will two grand
the day before she died.

Will!

- Hi, sis.
- Hello.

Cheers, Tabitha. Yeah, Kawakawa,
I'll, uh, I'll look into that.

It's a good tip. Thanks.

You know that Kawakawa
leaves can be used on cuts.

You've been selling drugs
to the old folks here.

- Woah.
- Or scamming them.

Which of these things?

Why would you ask me that?

Because $2000 from Jean

the day before she dies
in her bathtub on LSD.

Do you know
what this looks like?

And where am I supposed
to have got LSD from?

Oh, hell. Did you
not make friends in jail?

Yeah, I'm making more
friends here, alright?

I wouldn't rip 'em off
or do anything else to hurt 'em.

Darn it.

I'm not selling drugs, okay?

I'm starting a business, landscaping.

I need investors,
Jean and some of the others

were keen to be a part of it.
It's legit.

What about the nurse?

Well, as it happens, yeah.
She's my angel investor.

You're sleeping with her.

Look, I came to tell you

you needn't worry about
your wayward brother anymore.

- Alright? I'm on the level.
- And what about your girlfriend?

I don't really like
using that word.

I'm serious, Will,
is she on the level?

Because if Jean is
as straight as everybody says

and she finds out there's
a drug trade at her new home.

Or maybe someone stopped her
before she went public.

Okay, how are you
gonna prove that theory?

- I've got a man on the inside.
- Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no.
I wasn't serious.

Find out if Tabitha
is dealing drugs.

I think I'd know.

Oh, you share
all your secrets, do you?

Well, it's not really
that kind of relationship.

Well, it's about to be.

Just gain her trust,

ask the right questions,
be an understanding ear.

Oh, you mean
manipulate and deceive her.

This is what you do, isn't it?

Is this what you do?

- What time you on?
- Well, not till late.

And we gotta get these
new kids out of the way.

You see the singer?

Should be past her bedtime soon.

When did they cancel
your regular gig, Frankie?

About six months ago,
the pub had a bit of a makeover,

trying to attract
a younger crowd.

Jean thought it was cool
that, uh, I was a musician.

Her and her friends
down at the village.

Bit of a hero, you know,
to them.

So you never told anyone that
you'd lost your regular gig?

I lied to Jean every week.

I even made excuses
so she wouldn't come down here.

Just a pride thing, I think.

But every Wednesday,
I packed my guitar and my amp.

Come down here
and have a few beers.

Then I'd go home again.

I still do.

Why not try another venue?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm over all of that,
the hustle.

It's been almost 40 years.

Well, if you change your mind,
let me know.

I'd like to hear
a Frankie Jones original.

Heya, Frankie,
was Jean religious?

She wear a cross around
the neck or anything?

No, not religious.

And she didn't wear any jewelry.
Her arthritis, you know?

She couldn't do
those clasp thingies.

Right. Thanks.

Oh, I appreciate the investment,

I-I just think you should
keep your money.

You said I'd be a fool
to pass up the opportunity.

Is that not true?

Well, I ju...

Yeah, I think it's gonna be
a while to see the profits.

And I've been thinking,
you know, I know

what the pay is like
for nurses in aged care.

Well, unless there's something
I don't know.

Hmm?

Oh, well, I'm not gonna,
I'm not gonna say anything.

I-I ju-just
don't want you spending

your last pennies
on my business.

You've seen what
the people here get up to.

What, they're scoring from you?

Medical marijuana is legal.

Oh, these guys are doing more
than just popping a little green

to help with their aches
and pains though, aren't they?

Oh, come on.

What if Jeff finds out?

Who do you think pays me the
bonuses to keep them supplied?

So management is paying Tabitha

to deal Class A drugs
to senior citizens.

Well, no wonder
that place is so popular.

Question is, which one wanted
to keep poor old Jean quiet?

Well, it wasn't Tabitha.

Okay, I'm not
sleeping with a murderer.

I'll be the judge of that.

Oh.

Jeff, how can I help you?

Sure thing.

What?

He wants to have a talk about

terminating
my community service.

What does that mean?

Picking up trash
on the side of the road?

Best case scenario,
worst case...

Back inside?

You're rocking
those shoes, lady.

- Thank you, Alexa.
- Going somewhere special?

Tinder date. But the best
I'm hoping for is a free panini.

- Is that a euphemism?
- Alas not.

Eligible men of my age
are few and far between.

But I don't mind
being shouted lunch.

Just take a seat, Marjorie.

Hello... Will's sister.

And ex police detective, hi.

I have, uh,
back to back appointments.

What was Marianne in here after?

A little help with her joints?

Oh, you're kidding me.

- Will, uh, told you.
- Well, we're family.

We like to share.

You know what, there is nothing
wrong or illegal

about medical marijuana.

What about medical LSD?

It's not just pot
you're supplying

there's some mushrooms. MDMA.

People don't move into Day Dawn

to wither away
doing jigsaw puzzles.

People deserve to enjoy their
retirement however they want.

Until one of them
dies of an overdose?

Jean never came to me
for any extras.

Not even pot,
if she'd asked for LSD, no way.

I would have said no.

I tried to keep
her safe, that's my job.

I'm so sorry
about what happened to her.

Come with me.

If Jeff
finds out I've let you in...

Oh, yeah, yeah,
keep your hair on.

- Huh.
- Yeah, we really should hurry!

Uh-huh.

What are you doing?

Yeah, well...

Oh, you're bonkers,
you know that?

Uh-huh.

Oh... um...

I just, I just
found her in here.

- I was asking her to leave.
- Hi, Jeff.

You are trespassing again.

And this is just ghoulish.

Why are you so uptight
about me looking around?

Is it your nurse's side hustle?
Or your own?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, that lengthy
waiting list of yours.

Of course, there's always
a way around it, isn't there?

You've got an extra
ten or twenty grand.

And let's face it,
those Get-rich-quick seminars

don't come cheap.

- I want you to leave.
- Oh I'm gonna leave.

But my brother stays.

He likes this gig and you're
not gonna take it from him.

Not unless you want a call
from my friends in blue

asking you about all those
bribes you've been taking.

Hey.

Oh, not affogatos!

Will, when I said you could
come, I didn't mean everyday.

- Um...
- Bonjour.

Help yourself, Alexa,
we're hugging, right?

Come on, bring it in.

Yeah. See, I was trying to call
her, but she wasn't answering.

Uh, because I was on a plane.

I would love to catch up,

but I've got a non-accidental
drug overdose and drowning

to solve, sorry.

It's like I was never away.

So I'm lying there
staring at the ceiling...

Yeah, I can't believe
you got in the bath.

Of course she got in the bath.

And I see this.

- Pinholes?
- Yeah, four fresh.

Someone stuck
a poster up above that bath.

Was there anything
there when the police attended?

No, which means
that whoever put it there

took it down before they left.

The killer
wanted to show something

to Jean before she died.

Why?

Because this isn't about money
or keeping Jean quiet,

this murder is personal.

Hey, listen, I just want you
to do one more thing for me.

No, no, no, no, no.

Your man on the inside
is hanging up his hat.

Tabitha dumped me,
thank you very much.

The handsome and charismatic
Will Crowe?

And another girlfriend
scared off by his sister.

- Embarrassing.
- Oh. Unthinkable.

Another drug-dealing girlfriend.
Anyway, it's not about her.

I need you to invite
someone else out.

No, I've got a lot of work on.

So you didn't lose
your community service gig?

I wonder what
changed Jeff's mind.

Lovely!

Marianne Smalls, on the
straight and narrow for decades.

She did have some
trouble when she was younger.

Petty thefts, possession.
She lived in Wellington.

Moved to Auckland
about eight years ago.

- What about Jean?
- Auckland, born and bred.

She moved to Day Dawn
a year ago.

Marianne followed,
not long after.

Looking at timelines,
it might be hard

to draw parallels
between Jean and Marianne

if that's what
you're trying to do.

What do you think... that is?

Maybe a seatbelt scar.

That's what I was thinking.

Yes, Jean Hartigan was involved

in a fatal car accident in 1964.

But she was named in the news

under her maiden name,
Jean Glover.

Why was she
named in the article?

Because she was driving.

She smashed into a car full of
teenagers, killing Sandy Black.

Aged 16.

Is there an image
for Sandy Black?

Sure is. I can send it to you.

Freckles,
brunette, short bob.

How did you know that?

I'm looking at her.

If you're looking for Will,
you won't find him here.

I had to gently tell him
he's not my type.

No, I'm not looking for Will.

I just had one more question
about Jean.

Oh. Of course.

Is Sandy the reason
you killed her?

You've been going through
my personal things.

Yes, well, I ,uh, I was
just trying to find the poster

that you tacked
to the bathroom ceiling.

To torment Jean
before you killed her.

In 1964, you and your friends
were in a terrible car accident.

You were lucky to survive.

And the whiplash injuries were
enough to scar you for life.

but your best friend Sandy,
she didn't make it.

I'm sorry, that must've been
devastating for you.

But the driver,
the girl who got drunk

and then got behind the wheel

there was no injuries,
no, no punishment.

In fact, the judge deemed her
to be a promising student

and decided
that she had suffered enough.

You could have had
a much different life.

I mean, Sandy
was supposed to be beside you.

You were gonna conquer
the world together.

But a stranger
took her from you

and that stranger went on
to live happily ever after.

She had a successful
career and a-a family and...

true love twice.

Well, that's just too much.

So you moved to Auckland and
you were just slowly circling,

and when you heard that she'd
moved into this place,

whoa, you saw your opportunity.

All you needed
was a small bribe to Jeff,

to jump the waitlist.

And when you realized this
village was a party-pill town

you had your plan. Easy.

You went to her and you offered
to run her a nice, warm bath.

Drugs or not, Jean would have
fought for her life.

And I'll bet you anything
that the heel impression

from these shoes
matches the bruises

police found on Jean's chest.

You press down with your heel
to drown her.

Sandy would have
been a remarkable adult.

She would have
achieved great things.

Jean lived the life
she should have.

She stole it from Sandy.

You said you
can't edit your past.

But you did.

You cut out all the good things.

Good things?

What good?

No, I tried, I did, uh...

Everywhere I went,
the trips, the holidays...

You can go all over the world...

but your broken heart
goes with you.

It should have been us here.

Growing old together.

Sandy and I,
it should have been.

Well, this will get
the waiting lists down a bit.

Murder at the
retirement village.

You going in?

Hmm, I don't know
if I'm ready

to join your social circle
just yet.

I think I might head home,
work on my business prop.

H-h-how much money
are we talking about?

To invest?

Why? You wanna invest?

Oh, better you lose my money

than the old dears
down at the retirement home.

The old dears that are
running around doing drugs,

killing each other?

Just send me a prospectus,
'cause I trust you.

Alright, you don't have
to humour me, sis.

Who's humouring anyone?
I saw the gardens of that place.

I think
you finally found your talent.

Hmm.

So are you gonna go home
and plant something

or are you gonna come in?

It was Interpol, right?

- Mm hm.
- Yeah I bet.

Yay, it's Alexa with our drinks.

Well, you weren't in Paris
at all.

You were at the farm
in Virginia,

a training facility so secret
it's very existence...

If the lady said
she was visiting her aunt,

she was visiting her aunt.

Have some respect
for her privacy.

- Hmm.
- Reuben?

Yeah, I'm buying
the aunty story.

Hey. You're back.

Yeah, and don't bother asking
her where she's been either.

I thought I saw your brother
on the way out.

- He okay?
- Yeah, he's good.

Yeah. Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Frankie-Goes-to-Palmerston.

Look, this next
song is dedicated

to the love of my life, Jean.

RIP. LOL.

- Did he just say, uh, LOL?
- He thinks it's lots of love.

♪ Baby I've been watching you ♪

Whoa! He is way better
than I expected.

Yeah, if you give people
a chance, they can surprise you.

♪ Everything you do ♪

♪ Watching everything you do ♪

♪ And I just can't help
but feeling ♪

Harry, want to go crowd surfing?

♪ Stealing you away from me ♪

♪ I see it written
in your eyes ♪

♪ I see it written
in your eyes ♪

♪ And you confirm
it with your lies ♪

♪ And you confirm
it with your lies ♪

♪ Though the web you weave
can hold me ♪

♪ I would rather
that you told me ♪

♪ Where you wanna be ♪

Yeah.

♪ Oh-oh you're slipping
away from me! ♪