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- MADISON: Brace yourself.
Alexa is taking a vacation.

- JESSE: I see it,
but I do not believe it.

- You said to come. Here I am.

- About six weeks ago,
an expat Irish woman died.

The woman's husband
is someone who we almost put away.
- It's Graydon Prentice isn't it?

- You were never able to prove
anything, but it's going to be very
entertaining watching you try.

- Was she an experienced scuba diver?
You would be aware of the dangers.

- I'm not answering any more
of your questions.

- And this is where Orla died.
- I've checked it out,
of course, but fresh eyes.

- A button from a tropical shirt.
And you know who has an extensive
collection of those.

What were you doing up the coast?
- I was with a patient ― Denise,
from New Zealand. That'sall I know.

- He's got a shirt missing
a little tree button?
- No ― still working on that one.

- Orla's death was
a tragic accident.

- Orla! Orla?

- You're not in any danger.
She won't track me here.

- MADISON: About six months ago,
they had a visit from a private
detective asking about the case ―

ex-Australian Homicide.

- What are you looking for?
Please tell me it's not a shirt
with a missing button.

- You've been lying to me,
haven't you?

- Well, I'm sorry I wasn't honest
about Graydon or moving here.

I mean, I couldn't save Orla.

- Help!

(TENSE MUSIC)

- The doctor isn't on site.
I could try calling again.

- He might be with Fia Collins from
the spa. Have you got her number?
- Sorry, no.

- OK, well, try the restaurant
and see who else you can find.

Come on, Jesse, wake up.

Fia, Fia.

(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)

Oh.

Come on. Come on.

Fia. It's Alexa Crowe.
Put Graydon on.

- How is she? You heard from her?
- Uh, yes, I have.

- Bet she's doing good.
She's relaxing ― not giving us
a second thought.

- Yeah, I think so.

- Hm.

- Do you remember this case
from 2019?

- Oh yeah ― doctor's wife
died of cyanide poisoning.

- That's the one ― Graydon Prentice.
Apparently, he lives in Fiji now.

- What, and Alexa knew this?
- Well, the guy she's with did.

- She's with a guy?
- I'm pretty sure she is, yeah.

- What guy?
- Well, she wouldn't share his name.

- What happened?
- The orange juice ―
it has an almondy smell.

I think it's been laced
with cyanide.

- Who's he pissed off? 'Who else
has he pissed off?' I should say.

- Look, I want you here about
as much as you wanna be here.
Can you treat him?

- Sodium nitrate should do it.
I'll put a line in while
we wait for the paramedics.

- Why wouldn't she just say
she was with a guy?

You know, why does it have to be
so mysterious all the time?

- Harry, the Graydon Prentice case.
- Right. Uh, yeah, it wasn't one of
mine.

But I remember the team was sus
because how does possum bait
end up in a vegetable garden?

- But the police couldn't
prove anything.
- Coroner ruled misadventure.

And then we found out about
the guy's previous two marriages
and two dead wives.

- And guess who investigated
the first case 25 years ago.
- Really? Alexa?

- Well, this is awkward. I'd
offer a lift to the hospital, but―
- I don't do hospitals.

- So, I'll ask.

Why is there cyanide
in your minibar?

Oh, so now I've done that too.
And then, what, race to the rescue?
- Well, you could hardlyrefuse.

Even you would have taken
the Hippocratic Oath.

- (SIGHS)

- Jesse brought the orange juice
from his place, so clearly it was
him they were after.

Unless they were planning to take
out both of us ― whoever they are.

- Go back to New Zealand, Alexa.
You're wasting your time...

and mine.

- (SIGHS)

(MELLOW MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Mads.
- Hey, how are you?
Having the time of your life?

- I think we've been going down
the wrong path.

- Graydon Prentice didn't kill
this wife or any of the wives?

- No, he definitely killed
the first one in Melbourne.
Jesse and I attended.

- Jesse? And who might Jesse be?
- He's an old friend.

My first homicide partner, actually.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, we were newbies together.

- Alexa, are you OK?

- Yeah, I just...

So, Prentice's wives ―
two and three you're working on.

But wife number four...
- Yes?

- It's just he
signed the death certificate,
and he took care of the body.

He told me that Orla was different,
that he loved her. Maybe he did.

Or maybe I saw a ghost today.

- OK, you're slightly
freaking me out.

- No, no. Don't freak out.

I actually
think I'm getting somewhere,
and somebody doesn't like it.

- What? Why, what happened?

- I'll be fine.

OK. Talk soon, eh?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Hey, Maddie.

- Really, Will?
- What? I didn't have time to
pack much. Alexa won't mind.

When's she back, anyway?
How long have I got?
- That's a good question.

- You all right? You need a coffee?
- Something's going on with her.

- Yeah. Like what?
- I don't know exactly.
I wish I did, but...

I'm asking myself,
'What would Alexa Crowe do?'

- And what would she do?

- She would find out.

(LAID-BACK, FUNKY MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Is your fourth wife actually dead,
or are you running some
kind of insurance scam?

- What are you talking about? I
wrote the death certificate myself.
- Yes ― very convenient.

You see, most people, when they
fake a death for insurance money,
well, there's rarely ever a body.

It's usually a missing,
presumed dead.

- You've really lost
the plot, Detective.

- I saw Orla yesterday, or someone
who looked very much like her.

What's the matter, Gray?
Is she not supposed to be back yet?
Is she messing with the plan?

- If you don't think Orla
is dead, then you no longer
believe I killed her.

So do me a favour...

and leave me the hell alone.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- Was Orla short of cash?
- Uh, no. Her parents
were really well off.

- New money, old money?
- (CHUCKLES) Other people's money.

- What on earth does that mean?

- Look, Orla was fine financially.
Being sick, her parents just paid
for everything.

- Nothing in this is
straightforward, is it?

- Are you OK? Hey.
- Yeah.

- Do you need...?

(LIGHT, FUNKY MUSIC)

Oof.

Talk about tense, Alexa.

(TUTS)

Hey, how about a freebie?

Hmm?

- Freebie?
- You wanna get your gear off,
lie back, relax.

Seeing as how the boss has bailed.

- Wait, Fia's gone?

- Mm.

Yeah. She called this morning ―
something about needing to fly back
to New Zealand last minute.

- Well, I wonder if this had
anything to do with Jesse.
- Mm.

- Maybe he scared her off.

(GASPS) Jesse.

- Uh... sorry.

Did― Did I... cross a line?
- I don't know. Did you? Well,
if you did, I kind of liked it.

But I've got to pick somebody up
from the hospital, so...
- OK.

- Um... maybe I can come back
for that freebie later.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Do you think you'll need
some help settling in?

Or I could just bail,
you know? It's no problem.
- (LAUGHS)

- Sorry. You know, hospitals ―
it's a little bit triggering,
you know?

- Gary, huh?
- Yeah.

You know, I was waiting there,
expecting it to be a long night,

and, in the end,
he didn't even need a bed ― DOA.

(SIGHS) Just straight
to the morgue with him.

- You know, Alexa, you can actually
let your guard down with me.
We've known each other longenough.

- Then you know that I'm not
the kind to sit around and mop
your brow, right?

- I do.

Honestly, I'm fine.

- WHISPERS: Good.

- But I do have one more question.

Alexa Crowe...

seeing you again ―
it's been incredible.

I wanna spend the rest of forever
with you, and I think it would be
a wild ride.

So please...

will you marry me?

- This is the poison talking
or the medications. Either way,
it's a bit much.

- No. I mean, I was going
to ask you the other day.

- You've had a near-death
experience. You're not
thinking straight.

- I have never been clearer.

Life has brought us back
together again, and this time,
I'm not letting you go.

- I need some time to think.

- I'll be here.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- I said I needed a little
more time, Jesse.

- Bula!

- What?
- What's the Fijian word
for surprise?

I don't know, but surprise!
- Oh! Look.

Come in, come in.

- So you're not mad
I'm gate-crashing your vacation.

- Not at all. Only, uh... ooh,
you did get your own room, right?

Cos I was thinking of having
a massage therapist come by.

- Oh, good.
So you're not just working.
- Oh. No, no, I am ― mostly.

And it'll be good to have
another pair of eyes on this case.

- I thought you had
another pair of eyes.
- Uh, Jesse.

Yes. He's recovering from cyanide
poisoning. Harry didn't tell you?
- He did not.

- I figure we were getting close
to something and somebody wanted to
stop us ― well, stop Jesseactually.

The only thing I'm not sure
about now is who.

- I'm so glad that I'm here.
Is he OK? Is the poison gonna
have any lasting effects?

- Apart from making him
spontaneously propose marriage?

- Who did he proposes to?

You?! Seriously?
- Well, he had a speech
and a ring and everything.

- I'm sorry, what?
- Don't worry. I didn't say yes.
- OK, well, good.

- I said I'd think about it.

Hey, who's looking after my cat?
- No, no, no.

Don't change the subject, Alexa.
You said that you'd think about it.

So you're seriously
considering this?

- You were the one who said I
should find someone, and don't
youchange the subject.

- I meant, like, a no-strings fling
or two, not a new husband.

- Madison,
who is looking after my cat?

- OK, so don't be mad.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(CHOWDER PURRS)

- Shh.

(PLAYFUL, MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- HARRY: Madison.
- Oh, hey.

- Hey. Uh, I'm outside.
You wanna let me in?
- I can't, but Will might.

- Well, if he's here,
he's not answering.

- No, he wouldn't in case you're
Evangeline, the femme fatale.

- Will, it's Harry Henare,
friend of Alexa and Madison's.

I mean, I don't... I don't
need to go in. Could do with
a coffee, though.

Where are you, anyway?

- I'm in Fiji with Alexa.

- What? When were you...? You didn't
want to keep me in the loop?

- It was a sudden decision.
I thought Alexa might need me.
- Well, you might be right.

Just got the tox results back
Alexa was wanting ― also why
I'm here trying to visit you.

- And?
- Hefty amounts of cyanide.
Her friend's lucky to be alive.

- Maybe that's why he proposed.
- Eh?

- He and Alexa have history.

- Really?

Um, what's he like?
- Haven't met him yet,
and Alexa hasn't said yes,

but she also hasn't said no.
- Right.

- Anyway, I have to go, Harry.
I've got work to do.

(DOOR SHUTS)
- (EXHALES)

Ooh. It's OK, Chowder. The coast
is clear. The nasty copper has gone.

I know, I know ―
he's a buddy of Alexa's,

but I've got a bit of a complicated
relationship with the boys in blue.

Oh my God. Madison's gone
five minutes, and I'm...

(CHOWDER MIAOWS)
...talking to the cat.

(RELAXED, FUNKY MUSIC)

- Oh. Well, good morning.

Can I help?
- You're the doctor, right?

- Graydon Prentice.
- I'm Madison. I think I'm allergic
to something. I have these bites.

- Please. Have you been,
um, swimming in the ocean, or...?
- No, I only arrived last night.

I'm usually fine
with antihistamines.

- Well, they, um...
they have limited supplies here.
I'll see what I can dig out.

Do you usually get a reaction
to mosquito bites, Madison?
- I do. I find them really annoying.

- Ah.

- You know what? I think I might go
for prevention rather than cure.

Do you have any,
like, insect repellent?

- Well, they sell it
at the gift shop.
- Oh, amazing. Thank you, doctor.

(LIGHT, FUNKY MUSIC)

- 'Scuse me. Somebody dropped this
on the beach. They'll be missing it
by now.

- Most interesting thing on
Graydon's phone ― a bunch of deleted
emails from one N O'Flannery.

- O'Flannery.
That's Orla's maiden name.
- Mm-hm.

- What do they say?
- Mr O'Flannery described
in colourful detail

what he was gonna do
when he next saw Graydon.

- Now, wait. Cos in the will,
Orla's dad was called Dermot.
- Hm.

Well, N O'Flannery was also
going on about some property
that Graydon's stolen.

He was saying, 'You can't
keep ignoring us, you snivelling
cladhartha.' What's a cladhartha?

What?
- She just passed by again.

- Who?
- Orla ― the dead wife.

(SIGHS)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Orla!
- Oh, get away wit' ya.

- Who are you?
- (GRUNTS)

- Cos you look just like someone
who died here six weeks ago.

- I hate it when people
say me and Orla look alike.
Makes me want to hurt 'em.

- What are you, a twin?
- Shite no. She's 13 months older ―
me big sister.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
I'm Alexa Crowe.
- Friend of Orla's?

- I never met her, but
I'm looking into her death.
- Oh, Jesus.

Don't tell me I'm talking
to a police officer.
- Not any more. I retired.

- Ha. Saw the light.
- Well, I kind of had a crisis.

So now I bake sourdough, and I try
to set things right ― like Orla.

Now, there are people here who say
that her death is suspicious.

- Is that right?

Neve.

- Oh, Neve O'Flannery. (CHUCKLES)

What's a cladhartha?

- Graydon told you about me emails,
did he? The bleating wee pox.

- Well, I saw them.
We'll put it like that.

What did he steal from you?

- Orla had the O'Flannery
heirlooms wit' her.

They get passed down to the oldest
O'Flannery girl in each generation.

She brought it all here,
and then she went and died.

- And that's why you're here ―
to pick up a couple of antiques.

- I've been politely telling him
to ship 'em back to Dublin but not
a peep from him.

- Hey, I was after Alexa.

- You must be Bachelor Number One.
I'm Madison.

- Oh, the famous Madison.
I'm Jesse ― Jesse Wrightson.

- Hey. Guess who I just met.
Orla's sister, Neve O'Flannery.
- Oh, of the colourful emails.

- What is Neve doing back?
- You know about her?

- Yeah, she was visiting
Orla a week before she died.
She left the day of.

Maybe Graydon waited
until she'd gone before he...
- Well, he's in trouble now.

- What, you think
she's here for revenge?

- That and some precious
family heirlooms.

I can't figure out if they're worth
a million bucks or just sentimental.

So is Neve all talk?
- Or should Graydon be
very scared? Possibly.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh, uh, Madison, Jesse.
Jesse, Madison.

- Yes, we've met.
- Oh, a situation at the spa.

- How dare you lay hands
on my sister!

- I'm a massage therapist.
It's literally my job to―

- What kind of masseuse literally
rubs their client to death?!
- I didn't. Please, I loved Orla.

I gave her my kidney!
- OK, let's calm down, eh?
Come on. Hey, hey, hey―

- (YELLS)
- Jeez.

- ALEXA: Jesse?
- Yeah, it's OK. I'm good.

- (SOBS)

- Oh my God.
(LOUISE CRIES)

- What is it, Alexa?
- Are you OK, Louise?

- So much for Neve being all talk.

- It's not the same without
Orla. God, I don't even
know why I'm still here.

- Now, Neve is blaming you
for her sister's death.

- Yes, because you told her
there was something suspicious
about Orla dying.

- That's what she took
from our conversation?
- She's unhinged, Alexa.

They're all unhinged.
(CRIES) Oh my gosh.

(EXHALES) Poor Orla.

- Louise.

I have to ask this.

Your feelings for her.

- She was straight.

Apart from one fun night out
in Bali, which I...

may have read too much into.

We were best friends, Alexa.

And the truth is,
she couldn't stand her family.

Why else do you think that
she moved all the way down
here to a Pacific island?

And I don't know why Neve is here
now, but I am not sticking around
to find out. I...

That's it for me. I am done.

- Where will you go?
- I don't know ―
back to Auckland, I guess.

(EXHALES) So, yeah, we should
swap numbers. I never did
give you that free session.

- Did Neve actually leave Fiji
before Orla's death, or is that
just what everyone thinks?

- Thanks, Sinead.

Hey, just speaking to an old
gaming friend who works for
the Garda in Dublin.

She's about to send―
(LAPTOP CHIMES)
Oh, wait. There it is.

...Neve's criminal record.
- She has one, huh?
- Oh boy, does she have one.

- Well, she has fitted
a lot in her young life.

- But did she kill her sister?

- I think maybe it's time
we got Orla's side of the story.

- Through a medium?

- Do you have any of the heirlooms
Neve was asking about?

- No, I buried most of them with
Orla ― the Claddagh ring, some
jewellery. She always wore them.

What else was I meant
to do with them?

- Send them back to Ireland would
have been the correct answer.

- I just hoped that was the last
I'd see of the O'Flannerys.

- So there's nothing
you can give back to Neve.

- Um... a timepiece, some brooches,
and that ugly thing.

- It's a long way to come if
you're not tight with your sister,
which is what I heard.

- Oh...

I see where you're going.
You think Neve might've hurt Orla.

- I didn't say that.
- No, but you think it.

Neve was on a plane before Orla
was even in the ground. Make of
that what you will.

- She didn't take any of the family
heirlooms. What was the hurry?
- Exactly, McAngry-Face,hm?

The smart one. Although you've
taken an eternity to see what's
in front of you.

- You know, you are very rude.

- And how are those insect bites,
little Miss Marple?

Or were you just clumsily
scoping out the enemy?

- Actually, I nicked your phone,
and you didn't even notice.
- OK. (LAUGHS)

Um... thanks, Graydon, for your help.

(LIGHT, FUNKY MUSIC)

So, you came all the way here to see
your sister, you left without saying
goodbye, and now you'vecome back.

That sounds implausible.
- That git has our Claddagh ring.
- It was buried with Orla.

- What?

The O'Flannery sword?
- Above ground.

- Good. It belonged to
my great-great-grandfather.

- He was in the military?
- No. He was a debt collector.

- Is it true that Orla moved here
to put some distance between her
and her family?

- She was ashamed of us.
She'd married a well-to-do doctor.

Suppose she thought she was
too good for us after that.

- Did you know that Orla
was Graydon's fourth wife...

and that all of his previous wives...
died unexpectedly?

- No, Alexa.

I was not aware.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Neve O'Flannery claims not to have
known about Graydon's history.

- OK. Am I missing something here?
Why are we looking into Neve now?

- Because Orla doesn't match the
profile of Graydon's other victims.

- She was his wife, and now she's
dead. You don't get more profile
match here than that.

- He didn't stand to gain
anything from her death.

- OK, I'm listening to you
cos you're usually right...
- Always right.

- ...but I just don't get why
Neve would want to poison me.

- Reasonable point.

- Hey, Crowe. One other thing
that's been troubling me is...

I asked this woman to marry me
and then she's left me hanging.

So what do you think I should do?

- This is...

quite big for me.

I only just started
liking people again.
- Mm. OK, I get it.

You need time.

Just, uh... hold on to this
while you make up your mind.

- It's gorgeous. Are you gonna
wear it or just look at it?

Yeah, I can't really see you
leaving the big city
and staying here forever.

- Well, why would I? It's hideous.
- I suppose there's
gotta be less homicide.

- That's a bonus.

- But you must, um...
You love him, right?

- Why do you say that?
- Well, you haven't said no yet.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- (CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, crap.

- Yeah, yeah.

OK.

All right. Cheers.

- Oh, Neve.

What have you done?

- Neve never took the family sword.

- Hey. Suva police have taken over.

Neve's fingerprints
all over the front door.

- There we go.
- She boarded a flight
back to Dublin,

but they can intercept her
at a stopover in Auckland.

- Yeah, that'll be
Harry and his team.
- So... case closed.

Graydon killed Orla...
- ...and when Alexa told Neve about
his history, she saw red.

- And as much as I would've loved
to see that man spend the rest
of his life rotting in prison,

I guess the planet just rid
itself of one evil prick.
- Oh, the planet did it (!)

- Come on, Alexa.
So you didn't solve the case.

I would've liked that too.
But what are you going to do, eh?

- Agreed. Graydon had form,
but he messed with the wrong family.

- All right, well, don't mind me.
It's just a lot to think about.

- Well, I can help you with
that if you want. I could
make you dinner tonight.

- You two go ahead. I'm gonna stay
in and order room service, so...

- It's a date.

See you tonight, Jesse.

(NADIA REID'S 'EMMANUELLE')

- # Can this circle...

# never break now?

# Far too much at stake now.

# There is little on the line.

# I need more time.

# I have my reasons.

# I've been tried for treason...

# tried for loving you.

# Can I finish...

# what I started?

# Can the good I see in me...

# be the good I see in you?

# I learned to love you...

# from a distance.

# Can the light I conjured up...

# bless all of us right here? #

- Morning. You're up very early.
- Yes, well, we don't want to miss
our flight.

- What, you're going back
to Auckland today?
- Mm-hm.

But don't panic.
You're coming with me.
- I am?

- Sure. I am sorry that I have
not got an answer for you yet,

but at home I've got a life
and friends...

a cat.

- Oh, you're asking me
to meet your cat.

- What do you say?
Do I get to take home a souvenir?
- Absolutely.

- Well, go pack.
We've got a plane to catch.
- All right.

(UPBEAT, FUNKY MUSIC)

- I will never go away without you
again, my handsome, handsome ginger
prince. I promise.

- I hope Jesse is a cat person.
(CHOWDER MIAOWS)

So should I, uh...

(CHOWDER MIAOWS)
Do you want me to find
somewhere else to live?

(DOOR SHUTS)

- No. No, no.

- Hey.

You're back.
- Well spotted. Start talking.

- Sure. You're welcome, sis. It was
no problem taking care of Chowder.
Happy to do it anytime.

- What kind of trouble are you in?
- Well, maybe I just wanted a change
of scenery.

How was your vacation? You look
a picture of serenity. You must
have really relaxed.

What the hell is that?
- Oh, this?
- Alexa got engaged.

- Hey?
- Haven't said yes yet.

- What is this,
some bloke you met on the beach?

Nah, there's something going on.
It's a trick, right?

- Or she just met someone
and has fallen in love,
just like a normal human.

- (SNORTS, LAUGHS)
What's really going on, Lex?
- Stop deflecting.

What did you do to this
Evangeline woman? Try to rip
her off? Double cross her?

- You know what? I'm gonna
go feed my friend Chowder.
At least he likes me.

- So, Alexa Crowe took a vacation.
- Uh-huh.

- Two dead bodies, a cyanide
poisoning, and a marriage proposal.

Am I missing anything?
- No, that about sums it up.

- What about the part where you
dragged Mr Right back home with you?

- Is nothing a secret?
- What, you were planning on
hiding him in your apartment?

- He's in a hotel for now.
- Mm.

Thank you, Reuben.
- Uh-huh.
- Thank you, Harry.

- Mm. So it's true, then?
- Oh... this?

I'm leaving him hanging for now.
- Ah. Woman's prerogative, I guess.

- Shall we?

(UPBEAT, FUNKY MUSIC)

- Give me a buzz when you're ready.
- Yeah.

Enjoying New Zealand?
(DOOR SHUTS)

- I'm not loving it.
- Hm. That's a shame.

- I didn't kill that prick, Graydon.
- You went to his house, though.
Your prints were on thedoor handle.

- Yes. I went there...
to take back my family belongings.

- And what happened
when you got there?

- I thought he was too
chickenshite to answer the door
to me, so I let myself in,

and there he was, the O'Flannery
sword sticking out of his chest.

- And you didn't think
to call anyone.

- I don't know anyone on the island.
- The police, Neve.

That's who people normally call
when they find a dead body.

- You got to help me, Alexa.
Look, I didn't do this.

- I know, so I'm gonna need you
to hang tight.

- You believe me.
- Well, I think that if you were
going to kill Graydon Prentice,

you wouldn't have used
the family sword.

- Exactly. (SCOFFS) I'd have
used a big carving knife.

- You might wanna tone it down
while you're a guest of
the New Zealand government.

I need you to do me a favour.
- Uh-huh.

- Tonight, I want to spend a little
bit of time alone with Jesse, and I
don't want to boot Madison out.

She's a bit, you know,
out of sorts, I think.
- Yeah, I get that.

- Oh, would you look at that? That is
Graydon and Denise of West Auckland,

smiling on her 70th birthday
despite a coral cut.

- What, not what you're expecting?
- It doesn't matter now. He's dead.

Anyway, tonight?
- Yeah, sure.

We'll go out for dinner.
- Oh, thanks.

- Hey, love a spoiler. What are
you gonna say to this Jesse guy?

(RELAXED, FUNKY MUSIC)

She's gonna say yes.

- Oh, you're really going
to town here, huh?
- Are you still here? Oh (!)

- Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting
you to bring some dude back to
New Zealand and be all engaged.

Just say the word. I'll leave.
- The word.

- All right, Lex. This whole
thing with Evangeline ―
it's not what you think.

- You're hiding in my apartment from
your former grifting partner, Will.
That's what I think.

- All right. Did I ever tell you
about the year that I got three and
a half European cars for free?

Oh, no, no, no. It was sweet.
I'd go through the newspaper
obituaries, identify a mark.

Dead guy, obviously ―
had to be rich, elderly.

And I'd approach the dear
old widows, introduce myself,
offer my condolences.

- Please, God,
let there be a happy ending.

- I'd tell them I knew John or Bob
or Dick or whoever he was

from the country club or
the golf club or tennis club.

You know, tell them that I worked
there as a bartender or a caddy or
a coach, you know?

Tell them how he was a great guy, a
really nice man, and how I'd always
admired his car,

and I'd love to buy it.
I mean, it'd be an honour.
- You creep.

- And if you think about it, which
I have been a lot recently, uh...
who really got hurt?

- Someone's about to in a sec,
when I smack him with my dough hook.

- OK, yes. I'm hiding out from
Evangeline, all right, but it's
cos if she finds me...

- ...she'll kill you.
She'll have to get in line.

- No. If she finds me,
I'm worried that I'm gonna say yes.

All right? She's trying to...
She's trying to drag me back in,
and I-I-I...

I don't wanna do it, all right?
I've changed. But she's very hard
to say no to.

I don't wanna scam people any more.

It's just... there's only
so much temptation a man can take.

- You have changed.

- Yeah, well,
for better or worse, people do.

- OK, well, you can stay here as long
as you need, but not tonight, all
right? I need the placeto myself.

- Yeah. You got the big night
with the hubby-to-be, eh?

- Still holding
the dough hook, Will.
- Yeah, all right.

You have a good... good night.
See ya.

(LAID-BACK MUSIC)

- I love your place...
- Mm-hm.

- ...and I love Chowder,

which I think is good...

because I suspect...

he is a deal-breaker.
- Well, it's definitely one of them.

- What are the others? Because
I could really get used to this.

- Hold that thought. I'm gonna slip
into something more comfortable.

(LAID-BACK, FUNKY MUSIC)

- This is me now ― being booted out
so Alexa and Jesse can be alone.

- So, you think you might move out?
- Well, she said no,
but I don't know.

- I hope she'll still wanna
help me out from time to time.
- Of course she will.

- Maybe. Marriage changes people.
- Not Alexa. (CHUCKLES)

- Although today she was so laid
back, she was almost laying down.

- Today?
- Yeah. She reached a dead end
in her investigation.

- What dead end?

- She heard from the woman
Graydon treated for a coral cut
the day his wife died.

- Denise? So, wait,
Alexa's confirmed Graydon's alibi?

- Yeah. She was
surprisingly fine about it.
- No, no, she wasn't.

- She didn't bat an eyelid.
- Harry, think about it.
- Um... I'm lost.

- Alexa wouldn't rest until she
solved the case, and if Graydon
didn't kill Orla, then who did?

And if
Alexa isn't asking that question...
- ...she already knows the answer.

- She solved it.

And she wanted me and Will
out of the house. Shit.

- So? Do you like it?

Guess what. It's missing a button.
- You can't be serious, Alexa. Are
you that desperate for an answer?

- I'm not desperate.

Not like you've been ― reflecting
on your career, the highs, the lows,
the one that got away.

- Graydon killed Orla. And
then her crazy sister did him in.
- Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Now, you've been feeding me clues
since I got to Fiji. And we've both
got regrets about the Prentice case,

but some of us put those regrets
behind us ― not you, no.

You couldn't stop thinking about it.

So you packed up your life,
and you followed him to Fiji.

- Yeah, because I knew
what he was gonna do.
- Ah, but he didn't.

No. You watched, and you waited,
and nothing happened... except for
Graydon taunting you every second ―

the name-calling, the gloating,
the getting away with murder
25 years ago.

Graydon knew you couldn't do a thing
about it, and so did you. So you took
matters into your ownhands.

Orla would be collateral damage.
- Really, Alexa? Do you think I
would go that far?

- I know you did.

When Graydon took off for
the Coral Coast, you made your move.

You waited till she was alone,
and then you suffocated Orla.

But the scuba dive,
this embolism thing ―

the death was ruled
a tragic medical event.

Disaster.

You had killed someone...
for nothing.

No one was looking at Graydon.
No one even knew it was a murder.
And that's where I came in.

The best detective you've ever met.
I mean, I'm not bad, but better than
you thought.

Cos you never imagined that
I'd figure out what really happened.

- Oh, you're not match fit,
mate, if you think any of this
is even vaguely plausible.

- Cut the crap, Jesse. When I found
that button, you thought, 'I'm gonna
get that shirt out of mywardrobe.'

But...

I found this receipt in your wallet.
And so the other night in your house,
I went looking.

And guess what I found.

And I'll never know why you didn't
destroy this. I guess you were just
too damn cocky.

- It was always the little things
with you, wasn't it? Things a normal
person would never thinkto look at.

- Well, I like to go down every road.
That's why I looked into Fia and
Louise, but that didn'tsuit you.

No, you had to take drastic action.

You poisoned yourself ―
just enough to get sick,

just enough to make it look like
Graydon had tried to take you out,
to turn my attention back tohim,

but mainly to take the heat off
yourself. Cos I was starting to
wonder. I didn't want to, Jesse.

I didn't want to be right.
- Come on, Alexa.

- And then Neve turned up
and gave you an opportunity.

Justice at long last.

Graydon Prentice gets what he has
deserved for a long, long time,
and Neve takes the blame.

- You know, I've always loved
the way you work, but...

do you truly think that
I'm capable of any of this?

- Today I called an old friend in the
Australian police. You didn't retire,
Jesse. You were letgo ―

crossing lines, planting evidence.

See, Graydonwason the other side
of the island when Orla was murdered,

and when he showed up with a sword
through his chest, well...

the CCTV at the airport and hotel
will clear Neve soon enough.

- I'm a good person, Alexa.

I'm on the right side.

- You killed an innocent woman,
Jesse.

- I needed to stop Graydon,
and I did. He's never gonna
hurt anyone else ever again.

You're just like me, Alexa.
I've heard your stories.

I know what you are willing to do,
and I love you for it.

I love you.

And this...

I meant this.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Don't answer that.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

- We're nothing alike, Jesse.

(DOOR OPENS)
Nothing at all.

- If I've got this horribly wrong
and just interrupted a big moment...

- It's a very big moment for Jesse.

Bye, Wrightson.

- Gidday. Detective Henare.
Keen for a chat at the station,
but you probably know the drill.

- You all right?

- Yeah, sure.

- Alexa, when did you know?

- Couple of days ago...

maybe more.
- I'm sorry your old friend...

turned out to not be the man
you thought he was.

- Well, the thing about old friends
is that you're trusting your younger
self to choose your people.

I think present Alexa
has much better taste.

- Well, I'm not gonna argue
with that. (CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT, FUNKY MUSIC)

- Hey.

- Hey.

I was just writing you a note.
I'm outta here.

- The temptation got too much, eh?

- Nah. Nah, it's safe to go home.

Evangeline's on her way
to the Gold Coast.

- Oh.

That's good.

- Yeah.

I knew it was a trick.
(COFFEE MACHINE WHIRRS)

The engagement ring, the Aussie
bloke ― that was a good one.

Ooh, it was impressive. Bringing him
over here, reeling him in. That was
beautiful.

You know, if you ever wanted
a career change, you and I
would make a great team.

- Two of us... grifting together?
- Think about it. You're a brilliant
liar. Maybe even better than me.

- You know... you're right,
we would be unstoppable.
And no one would suspect us.

- Really?
- LAUGHS: No, you idiot.

- Aww. You did it again. You're
brilliant. All right, very nice.
Well done. Very good.

Hey...

have I ever said...

that I'm proud to be your brother?
- Get your hand off it, Will.

(COFFEE MACHINE WHIRRS)

Hey, Will.

I'm proud of you too.
That's the truth.

- I know.

Till next time, sis.

Till next time.

(SMOOCHES)

(EASY-GOING, FUNKY MUSIC)

- Anyone for squid rings?
- No, thank you.
- No way.

- OK. Starter for 10.
What is the national sport of Fiji?

- Ooh. Bobsledding.
- (LAUGHS)

- Uh, no. Rugby of course.
- Exactly.

And there's just been a vacancy
opened up for a cop, so...

- You thinking of taking it?
- He's just toying with us.
- (LAUGHS)

- Nah, you don't wanna give up
all this. I mean, why would you?
Look at the city.

- Sounds like someone's happy
to be back home.

- (LAUGHS)
- Yes, home is all right.
(LAUGHTER)

Though I am thinking of giving up
on the dating scene.

- Fair enough.
There's not a lot out there.

- You have to kiss a few dogs
to get a prince.
- Or frogs even.

- It's just... It's gotta be
about the chemistry, right?

- Well, Louise has been
sliding into my DMs lately.

- Oh, really?
- And let me tell you ―
she has a very firm touch.

- OK.
- OK. (LAUGHS)

- Well, as long as when Alexa goes
on holiday, there's less homicides.

- Yes. Life-murder balance.
- Uh-huh.
- To life-murder balance.

- I'll believe it
when I see it, Alexa.

- # Her love shines over my horizon.

# She's a slice of heaven.
- # Slice of heaven.

- # Warm moonlight over my horizon.

# She's a slice of heaven.

# Da, da, da, ba, du,

# da, da, da, ba, du,

# da, da, da, ba, du,

# da, da, da, da, da. #

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