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♪ I gotta get
away sometimes ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I got to get away ♪

♪ I gotta slip away sometimes ♪

♪ Get away ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I got to slip away ♪

♪ Gotta slip away
to me own reality ♪

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Not that I'm not happy
to see you, but.

Okay, brace yourself.

Alexa is taking a vacation.

Okay, jokes aside,
where is she really?

No, she said she wanted
to switch off for a few days,

relax, and do nothing.

Yeah, right.

I think she dropped
my call.

Hey, Reuben, did you know
about Alexa going away?

Yeah, I've had to stockpile
the sourdough in the freezer.

You're joking.

It's better than
non-Alexa bread, right?

I know.

It's like there's a kink
in the fabric of the universe.

A little bit, yeah.

She obviously needed
a break, and you obviously

will not be disturbing her.

So what have we got, Harold?

Alexa Crowe.

I see it, but I
do not believe it.

Oh, Jesse Wrightson.

You said to come.
Here I am.

God, you have
not changed a bit.

Afternoon.

Yeah. How do you always
manage to bypass the doorbell?

Trade secret.

Alexa here?
- She's in Fiji.

Fiji?

Yes, this beautiful
Pacific island.

3,000 Ks from here.
- Oh, it's perfect.

I need a place to stay.

Alexa's in Fiji, so.

To stay?
No, no, no, no, no.

Madison, it's kind
of a matter of life and--

well, not death, but a level
of damage, potentially.

What have you done?

Why is Alexa in Fiji?

To take a vacation.

Who'd she go with?

By herself, but I don't
think that this is a good--

Oh, no, no, no. Something
else is going on here.

I don't buy it.

Oh, why can't Alexa just
be taking a nice break?

Because Alexa is Alexa,

and she doesn't do
that sort of thing.

50 bucks says she's working
on more than just her suntan.

Yeah.

What was his name?

The sergeant,
our first supervisor.

I don't know, but
he thought my name was Darling.

Until you poured hot
coffee over his head

in the police caf.

Accidentally tripped and
spilled it on him, you know.

Ah.

Ah, we were gonna
change the world, huh?

We didn't do too badly.

I miss it sometimes.

And then I look around here
and I go, nah.

I had my reasons for walking
away from the police force.

What about you?

Why did you take
early retirement?

You know why.

Oh, Gary.

I'm sorry.

Mm.

I was pretty angry with
the world for a while,

but I'm much more relaxed now.

And you work here, huh?

Yeah.

Job somewhere between
a cop and a security guard.

Sounds like early
retirement to me.

Happy days.

Yeah, about that.

Why are you looking shifty?

About six weeks ago,
an expat Irish woman

died here at the resort.

Okay, which way
to the sun loungers?

Okay, bear with me.

Because the woman's
husband is someone both

you and I know very well.

Someone who we
almost put away

and who should have
gone inside but didn't

because of a technicality.

It's Graydon Prentiss,
isn't it?

He's here, Alexa.

And he's done it again.

I've been here
a couple of months

before I realized that
he was here, too.

Graydon Prentiss, Doctor Death.

Uh-huh.

He and his wife, Orla,
they moved to the island

when he took a job
as a local medic.

They bought a house
not far from here.

Jesse, I moved on.
We moved on.

I mean, no, we didn't
nail Graydon, but--

Alexa, listen.
Orla--

Orla was wife number four.

Do you want to know
what happened

to wives number two and three?

You're joking.

So Graydon got away
with murder in Melbourne.

Then he married a British woman
who fell off a cliff in Greece.

And his New Zealand wife,
she died eating vegetables

contaminated by possum bait.

Okay, so what happened to
the most recent Mrs. Prentiss?

She went scuba diving.
An outing organized by Graydon.

- A diving accident?
- No, no.

She came back, went to get
a deep tissue massage

at the resort spa.

Louise Malden,
the massage therapist,

she left her to get dressed.

When she hadn't come
out five minutes later,

she went in to see
if she was okay.

She wasn't.

So Louise did CPR,
but it was too late.

She was dead on the table.

Official cause of death?

Oxygen bubbles in the
bloodstream, an air embolism.

So a medical event.

I'm sorry, Jesse,
I don't think you're

going to be able to pin
this on Doctor Death.

Graydon booked the dive
and the massage for Orla.

Did you know that

a massage straight after a dive
is dangerous?

- I did not.
- A doctor would.

Come on.

It can cause decompression
sickness, the bends.

And it did with Orla.
It killed her.

So you're saying that
Graydon orchestrated

this whole medical event?

Good luck proving
that he's responsible.

I don't need luck.
I've got Alexa Crowe.

Come on.

You got to admit, you and me,
the one that got away.

Uh-huh.

It's like the universe

has put us all here together
at the same time

so justice can
finally be served.

Universe didn't put me here.
You did.

Remember how
smug he was as he

walked out of that
Melbourne court a free man?

Remember what he
used to call you?

All right.

I will think about it.

Poolside with a book.

And no one
mentioning murder.

Bula.

Did you have an appointment?

No.

Louise, nice to meet you.

I'm Alexa Crowe.

Nice to meet you.

Were you looking to book
in for a treatment, Alexa?

No, actually, I
was hoping that you

could answer a couple of
questions about Orla Prentiss.

Why is that?

Well, I had a bit to do
with her husband, Graydon,

years ago in Australia.

I understand that you
were the therapist who

was with her when she died.

Not with her.

She was alive when
I left the room.

Well, that must have
been very distressing.

I've only just come
back to work, actually,

and I'd really rather
not talk about it.

Fair enough.

Was she an experienced
scuba diver?

Did she tell you
that she'd been?

I mean, you would be
aware of the dangers.

I'm not answering any
more of your questions.

I shouldn't have
answered the first one.

So if you're not here to book
a treatment, please leave.

Oh, no, I want
to book a treatment.

And can I pick my therapist?

Because I, kind of, feel like
you and I have a rapport.

We're fully booked.

Well, look who it is.

Little Detective McAngry Face
all grown up.

Bula, Graydon.

What on earth are you
doing here, Alexa Crowe?

Holiday?

Or have you come to visit your
wee sidekick, Jesse Wrightson?

I came to offer
my condolences for Orla,

I mean, just to save
any confusion.

Oh, hell, I might
as well offer condolences

for your second wife, too,
and your third.

Anyone I've missed?

Any poor woman unlucky
enough to cross your path?

You and Jesse
knock yourselves out.

You were never able
to prove anything.

And you never will.

But it's going to be very
entertaining watching you try.

Crowe, what's happening?

Okay, Wrightson, I'm in.

I knew it.

Let's take this smug prick
of a wife-killer down.

Alexa, you're meant
to be in a hammock,

not giving home
a second thought.

Yeah, yeah.

I just wanted to check
on my favorite person.

Oh, that's nice.

So how is he?

Oh, right.

Chowder, he hasn't even
noticed that you're gone.

Me, on the other hand,

and Will has all of these
conspiracy theories.

Where'd you see Will?

He called in,
but he's gone now.

Oh!

Okay, well,
can you take this down?

Sure.

Mallory Prentiss died 2019
in Wellington,

accidental poisoning.

Uh-huh.

Just check the police file.

See if there was
an investigation.

Why?

It's just a cold case
I'm interested in.

You know, most people would
be relaxing on the beach

reading a romance novel.

Yeah, well,

I just want to make sure
that every box was ticked.

Oh, sorry, Mads.

Got to go.

Well, at least
she's relaxing.

You scrub up very well,
Detective Crowe.

And you're not bad yourself.

I think this is
a really good choice,

you know,
barefoot and got a tan.

It's cute.

I-- I was living
happily ever after.

Till Doctor Death turned up.

This is a small island,
and you see people every day.

And I could not
bear seeing him.

Living happily ever after?

Yeah.

I-- I didn't know
Orla very well,

but she seemed like a nice
young woman living the dream.

I get it.

It's not just about
settling old scores.

Yeah.

Okay.

Another round?

We're good.

Thanks.

I got to be honest, Crowe,

I'm not ready for tonight
to be over.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

I certainly hope so.

Yeah, this is not
what I was thinking.

So Orla and Graydon
bought this place together?

Did she come from money?

No, I was thinking
more of your hotel

room, a little nightcap.

Or even my place.

Like, I'm so easy.

- No kidding.
- Mm.

So has Graydon
inherited a fortune

like he did
with his first wife?

Unsure.

But I do know that
on Thursdays,

he plays poker with the guys
down at the port.

And around here, people are
pretty relaxed about security.

Oh, would you look at that?

I'm trying not
to do this anymore,

you know, invading
people's personal space.

Yeah, but Graydon,
he's not people.

He's got a body count.

You having fun yet?

Well, Graydon
sure has embraced

the island fashion, hasn't he?

Oh, look.

He hasn't even
unpacked his dead wife's

personal belongings.

Anything in that?

Uh... clothing, some jewelry.

And what are these?

She was sick.

She probably shouldn't have
been scuba diving if she was.

Oh.

Well, I wish Madison was here.

She sure has a knack
for passwords.

Uh-oh, Graydon has
a booking at the resort

for dinner tomorrow night.

Table for two.

Do you want
to take me to dinner?

Would love to.

Doctor Death,
he sure is living the dream.

Graydon's Thursday poker,
is that a bloke's thing

or could there be a woman
who plays?

What are you
reaching for, Crowe?

Well, he doesn't
need the money.

I just thought maybe there's
a third party in this marriage.

Look, do we need
to look into motive?

We know he did it.

Remember him walking away,
Jesse,

despite all the evidence
we had.

We have to be thorough.

Ah, you're always a SWOT.

Well, somebody has
to be, Mr. Rush-on-in.

What? You're not going
to answer that, are you?

It might be my cat.
Hello.

Of course, you have a cat
that can use a phone.

Okay, take off.

What about my tea?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Okay, Madison, what's up?

Who was that?
Do you have a bloke with you?

What did you find out
about Mallory Prentiss?

Did you know that
her husband was already

a widower when he met her?

He had a wife
who died in Greece.

- Uh-huh.
- Wait.

Alexa, please tell me the man
you just ejected from your room

isn't a suspect
with two dead wives.

Would I invite a murder
suspect into my room?

Yes.

Okay, maybe,
but not this time.

And besides, he has
four dead wives, not two.

What?

- Yes.
- Oh, man.

Will bet me 50 bucks that
you're in Fiji for something

other than a holiday.

Madison, do not
bet with my brother.

He is a liar and a cheat.

Oh, and don't
tell him I'm away.

He'll find some way
to take advantage.

Gotcha.

Hey.

Morning, roomie.

Morning.

So you hear from Lex?

Oof.

Told you so.
My sister never stops.

There's no need
to crow about it.

Oh, I see what you did there.

Bad joke to distract
from the fact

that I still know her
better than you do.

Hey, you don't have a spare
phone by any chance, do you?

Why?

No reason.

Just had to throw mine
in the harbor.

All right.

What are you up to, and do
I have to call your sister?

Oh, I didn't pick you
for a narc, Madison.

I'm not yet,
but I will be if I have to.

Mm-mm.

No, you won't,
because you're not

going to disturb Alexa
on the first vacation

that she's taken since
you've known her.

Had any cancellations?

No, I haven't.

And I'm actually with a client,
so if you don't mind.

No, I don't mind, but can
I see the consent form

that Orla filled out before her
massage on the day she died?

No, you bloody well cannot.

Can you charge this
to my room, please?

730.

Oh, good morning.

Well, you have managed
to upset Louise yet again.

She called the cop on me?

Mm-hmm.

How'd you get here so soon?

I was coming
to see you anyway.

This is where Orla died, huh?

It is. I've checked it out,
of course, but fresh eyes.

Be easy to hide in here.

What?

You think Graydon was lurking
while Orla had her massage?

Well, I have questions
about those bruises

that the autopsy blamed on CPR.

What?

So you don't think Orla died
from the medical event

that Graydon set up?

Leaves too many
things to chance.

Well, he did sign off
on the death certificate.

I guess he could
have said anything.

Alexa?

Hello?

Alexa?

A button.

Possibly from a tropical shirt.
- That it could be.

And you know who has an
extensive collection of those.

This is the way I see it.

So Graydon organized
the dive and the massage,

but it wasn't just relying
on an embolism to happen.

All right.

It was just his literal
"get out of jail free" card.

But really, he was hiding
by the treatment center.

Louise leaves and--

And he suffocates her
with a towel or a pillow.

Maybe he held her down.

I mean, that could explain
the bruising, right?

And then Louise comes
back in, she calls a nurse,

begins CPR,
and the rest we know.

What was Graydon's alibi?

Well, there was never
an investigation into it.

Orla's death was
ruled a medical event.

Right.

Bula.

Ah, gotcha!

Damn it.

Hey, this is Madison.
Leave a message or text me.

Mads, I need you to walk
me through bypassing

a laptop password.

Fast would be good.

God!

Give me a moment while
I consider my options.

Call a useless cop
or deal with this myself.

Well, while you ponder that,

let's talk about
the day Orla died.

I was nowhere near
the resort that day.

I was with a patient
on the Coral Coast.

And you have
no proof of that.

Why should I need proof?

Orla's death was--

was a--

a tragic accident.

Oh, good performance.

I almost believed you.

Well, you believe
what you want.

I loved her.

So why would you
book a massage for her

after a scuba dive?

Either you knew
what would happen,

or you got your
medical certificate

from the back
of a Weet-Bix box.

Incompetence or murder?
Which of these things?

Oh, you're really playing
a risky game, aren't you?

Oh, hey, Mads.

Called about
a laptop password?

No, not a good time.

I am in company,
one Graydon Prentiss,

an associate from Melbourne.

Just talking to a friend
from the New Zealand police.

In fact, do you know what?
I'm gonna take this outside.

It's been amazing.
Talk later.

Madison.

Alexa, you went to the home
of a serial killer?

I needed to check something.

Who then, let me guess,
caught you snooping around.

And if I hadn't
called when I did--

Look, I could have taken him.

Please, Alexa,
just go back to the resort,

order a banana daiquiri,
and sit on the beach.

Not until you tell me about
Graydon's other dead wives.

Including the one
from Melbourne?

Oh, you know
about that, do you?

And the detective who
led the investigation.

Yes, that was some
of my finest work.

Unfortunately, he walked away
on a technicality.

Can't just take
a vacation, can you?

I tried, but sometimes
your past catches up with you.

Hey, was that Will?

What is he doing there?

Hey, Sis.

I was just visiting.

Stop bothering Madison.

Go back to your own place.

He can't. He's on the run
from someone or something.

- Will?
- Never you mind.

Just enjoy your vacation.

You said you wouldn't narc.

No, you said I wouldn't,
and you were wrong.

Where's the loyalty?

To Alexa, obviously.

Yeah, obviously.
All right.

You know,
you can kick him out.

Is that what
you want me to do?

You know what?
No.

Just find out what he's up to
and if I need to come back

and kick his con man butt
into next week.

You went back
to Graydon's without me,

and he caught you in his room.

Telltale.

Guy's a dick, Alexa.

Of course, he's not
gonna let it slide.

Wants to issue you
with a trespass notice.

Oh, sure.
Lay it on me.

Okay, look.
He's also a four-times killer.

So would you please just
take a bit more care, yeah?

I can look after myself.

Yeah, I know you can, but--

Are you gonna ask
me what I found out?

That he's got a shirt missing
a little tree button?

Ah, no, I'm still
working on that one, but

I saw Orla's will.

And according to this,
apart from the house in Fiji,

all of her personal fortune
and assets

go to Kay and Dermot
of Flannery of Dublin.

Her parents, I guess.

Well, we always
knew that he didn't

kill for money this time.

So what are you getting at?

My third person theory.

Oh, God, we've got
a dinner to get to.

- Yeah, we do.
- Right.

And if my theory is correct,

Graydon's sidepiece
will be there, too.

Side piece?

Maybe he's eating alone.

No, there she is.

One second.

Fia Collins?

Remember me?

Alexa Crowe.

What are you doing in Fiji?

I'm on vacation.
What about you?

You're working?
Visiting family?

Oh, I saw your product
in the resort spa.

I'm an authentic
Fijian brand.

I'm stocked at most
of the resorts.

How do you know
Graydon Prentiss?

He's an old friend.

Hello.

Okay, who was that?

That is my third person.

Fia Collins,
businesswoman from Auckland.

Ruthless, greedy, and she's
sleeping with Graydon.

And you know this how?

Her dress.

I saw it in his bedroom.

Oh, you are good, Crowe.

I know.

So you think maybe an affair
was Graydon's motive?

Well, we've got ourselves
a brand-new suspect.

So you never met Fia despite
her working at the resort spa?

It's not exactly a place
I spend a lot of time, Alexa.

Louise doesn't look happy,
does she?

Well, I think she
and Orla were close.

And now here's Graydon
in public shamelessly

lining up wife number five.

You don't seriously think
Fia Collins is a suspect?

Just one sec.

Not a Graydon fan, huh?

I'm sorry that we got off
on the wrong foot.

But I'm not a fan either.
I don't trust her.

And is it just me or is
he replacing Orla real quick?

You know about him and Fia?

Hard not to know.

Tell me about it.

She's my boss.

I thought
she was just a supplier.

Yeah, she was.

Then she bought
the wellness center.

And when Orla died,

Fia was only concerned about
making sure no one found out

it happened
in our treatment room.

That was the thing
that she cared about.

Wait, Fia was there
when Orla died?

Maybe Fia killed Orla.

Do you really think that, or
is that just the booze talking?

I'm fine.

Okay, okay.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Maybe I can walk you back, huh?

This is what I think
about you, Graydon Prentiss!

Okay. Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I gotcha.

All right.

So tell me,
you and Orla were close, huh?

Yeah, we were best friends
after our backpacking days.

Uh-huh.

I tried for ages
to get her to come here.

And then when she finally did,
he was with her.

Oh, you didn't like him
from the start?

Ugh. He's so up himself.

And he hated Orla
spending time with me.

Why do you think that was?

Well, I don't know.

Wanted her all to himself,
I guess.

Do you really think that
someone wanted to kill Orla?

I wouldn't be asking
questions if I didn't.

You don't think that
I had something to do with it?

You were the last person
to see her alive.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you.

I only have to think about
that every single day.

I'm fine from here.

Who's Mallory Prentiss?

Who was.

She's one of the dead wives
of Alexa's vacay buddy.

Well, I won't ask.

Well, I'm going to.

Who are you hiding from, Will?

Don't worry.

You're not in any danger.

She won't track me here.
- She?

Oh, please tell me this isn't

you ghosting some poor,
deluded woman.

Hey, I would never do that.
All right.

I'm an honest guy.

Tell them I can't commit
right from the start.

But there was a woman.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I ran into her
a couple of weeks ago.

She didn't know
I was out of jail.

And?

And I think
I preferred it that way.

I mean, Evangeline's--

she's the best grifter
I've ever met.

She's brilliant.

And a little dangerous.

Oh, good.
She's dangerous.

Excellent.
- But don't worry.

I told you, she--

she doesn't know
where to find me so--

Hold on.

I-- I just got an answer
from Mallory's family.

You know, it's--

it's amazing what
you and Lex do.

You know, getting answers
for people, all that.

I mean, it's not like
you have to do it.

It's a little bit addictive.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get that.

Was Orla the adventure
tourism type?

Not really.

But in the months
before she died,

she was jumping out
of planes and underwater.

I mean, a real risk-taker.

Almost like she had
a second chance at life.

I saw her medication.

Immunosuppressants.

They're for people who
have had organ transplants.

And you've got a scar on the
right side of your abdomen.

Orla had polycystic
kidney disease.

I was a blood match.

It was--
it seemed like a no-brainer.

You made a huge sacrifice.

And then she's throwing
herself out of planes.

Well, that had
to be hard to watch.

Well, Graydon was
the one encouraging her.

Did you ever ask him why?

Yep.

Yeah.
He said, I didn't own Orla.

Made it sound as if I'd donated
my kidney with expectations.

And did you?

No.

No, I just--

I just wanted her around.

Were you and Orla
more than friends?

Did you want to be?

No.

I just have a thing
for unavailable women.

Hello.

Fran, is it?

Yes, the Fiji facial?

Great.
Come this way.

Right. There's a prize
for whoever finds it first.

Haha!
Got it.

Orla Prentiss.
- You serious?

Consent form.

Oh, come on!

She's ticked the box for no,
she hadn't been scuba diving.

Okay, she lied
on the consent form?

No.

Orla didn't fill out this form.

Fia Collins did.

Look.

See, her branding is
all about her

right down to the font
on her logo.

Oh, for a smart woman,
that is a very dumb move.

Mm-hmm.

So do you think
she was trying

to cover her own arse
because someone died

at the wellness
center or was she

trying to cover for Graydon?

No.

She's far too self-centered
to protect anyone else.

Bula.

Unless you're
delivering me a mojito,

you have no reason
to be standing in my sun.

Were you sleeping with
Graydon before Orla died?

Do you ever
feel uncomfortable

asking strangers
these personal questions?

Oh, we're not strangers, Fi.

I'm told you're the police
representative here.

- Uh-huh.
- So what's her role?

She shouldn't
be questioning me.

Oh, we're just trying
to get to the bottom

of what happened to Orla.

And you must see
how this looks.

What?

Oh, like I killed
Orla so I could

have my way with her husband.

Yeah, exactly like that.

I'm Fia Collins.

I don't need a murder
to get a man.

If I wanted Graydon,
I would have taken him.

You know, I believe her.

But you can do better than him.

Red flags all over the place.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

Like wearing loafers without
socks, being rude to waiters.

Oh, and he kills women.

Hmm.

So now Graydon killed Orla,
not me?

Make up your mind, Alexa.

Well, we know that he killed
his first wife in Melbourne.

Pretty sure
he pushed number two...

- What?
- Off a cliff in Greece.

Oh, and he was investigated for
number three in New Zealand.

Shall we talk about
the law of probabilities?

Or shall we talk about
Graydon's convictions?

Oh, hang on, he doesn't
have any, right?

Just one more question.

How did you think
you'd get away with this?

Louise got slack on her
paperwork, and I caught up.

This isn't the gotcha
that you think it is.

Caught up on paperwork.

You forged a consent form.

Oh, my goodness.

If Orla had have filled
this in before her treatment,

it could have saved her life.

Orla lied to one
of my staff members.

She wanted a massage,
so she omitted the truth.

I can't go around
interrogating all my clients.

Anything else?

Yeah, where were you
when Orla died?

On a day trip
to Mala Mala Island,

hoping for some downtime.

If there's anything else,
you can contact me.

Not Alexa Crowe, you.

Noted.

Can you check that alibi?

I'm on it.

Oh, pardon me.

- Sorry.
- Excuse me.

Where'd you get that shirt?

Ah, gift shop.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Hey, Jesse!

Souvenirs?

Well, so much
for my shirt button lead.

There's a whole rack
of them here.

Oh, a dead end, huh?

Well, I have news fresh
from the activities desk.

Hit me.

There was no ferry
operating on the 28th

due to maintenance
of the jetty.

So Fia Collins
lied about her alibi.

I thought I told you
to leave me the hell alone.

You weren't on Mala Mala
Island the day that Orla died.

Nobody was.
The jetty wasn't operating.

I didn't have anything to do
with what happened to Orla,

and I was nowhere
near this resort.

Okay.

See, I'm on holiday, Fia.

So I've got all day
to wait for the truth.

I was at the port, Shop 49.

Do you really think that
all of this is natural?

Yes, because
your brand marketing says so.

So you can see my issue.

Oh, misleading claims
and false advertising

from Fia Collins?

That's a shock.

No, I never personally
made the claims.

A journalist said that,
and I never corrected them.

So if I go and check
out Shop 49--

Ask for Mere.

She's my cosmetic nurse,
has been for years.

And she's a genius,
as you can see.

Sorry I'm late.

I was checking out Fia's alibi.

Mala Mala?

No, her other alibi.

Which is?

Well,
secret women's business,

but let's just say
she's in the clear.

Oh, well, it's not
like Graydon ever

needed an accomplice before.

Mm. Frustrating day though.

Are we going to eat?

We are, but, um--

Not here.

Please.
Come on.

- All right.
- Come on.

Ah, this is more like it.

Thanks.

Less murder, more of this.

So, what do you reckon,
Crowe?

Did you get used
to island life?

Well, I guess everybody
who comes here must do it.

Daydream about
never going back.

Yeah, but some of us,
we make it a reality.

Don't say reality.

Tonight, I just want
to sit here

and pretend that
I have not a care in the world.

Except for when
my kokoda will arrive.

♪ For you to walk
down the boulevard ♪

Alexa.

♪ And to take me, take me,
take me ♪

♪ But the moment you appear ♪

♪ You wake me, wake me,
wake me ♪

♪ Out of the slumbers
of my head ♪

♪ From the slams
of loneliness ♪

♪ And there's no conspiracy ♪

♪ Behind the way to hide me ♪

Still here, McAngry Face?

Well, I couldn't
possibly leave just yet.

Not when I have
unfinished business.

So...

you didn't kill your
latest wife for her money.

You weren't in the will.

But now that she's gone,

you do have your dream island
home all to yourself.

Well, yourself
and your new lady.

So I killed my wife
so I could be with Fia?

Did you?

It is not that kind
of a relationship.

Fia lives in New Zealand.
- All right.

And you couldn't
possibly go back there

because they might pick
you up for the murder

of your third wife.

Cyanide one, mm?

Oh, yeah, you killed Mallory

just like you killed
the two before her.

I didn't touch
a hair on Orla's head.

Yes, I organized the dive for
her because she wanted to go.

I was up the coast.

I had no idea she was going
for a massage afterwards.

I didn't book it for her.

What were you doing
up the coast?

I was with a patient, Denise,
from New Zealand.

That's all I know.
- Denise with an I or a Y?

You're never gonna find her.

What age?

70.

She was here
for a birthday trip.

See you later, Gray.

Okay, so get this down.

A New Zealand woman
called Denise, age 70,

visited the Coral Coast
six weeks ago.

I love looking
for hen's teeth.

I believe in you, Madison.

As you should
because I've just

spoken to the family of Mallory
Prentiss, Graydon's third wife.

Anything interesting?

Well, they quite
liked Graydon.

But they are starting to worry

because I'm not
the first person

to contact them recently.

How do you mean?

About six months ago,

they had a visit from
a private detective

asking about the case,
ex-Australian homicide.

And I also spoke to the brother
of the English wife.

Same thing.

He was questioned six months
ago by an Australian detective.

Alexa, hello?

Yeah, thanks-- thanks, Mads.
It's good.

Thank you.

I'm guessing you know
who the other cop is?

I've got a pretty
good idea, yeah.

Ni sa bula.
Welcome.

Bula.

Just a little something
I whipped up.

Oh!

Wow.

Bathroom?

And then got
anything to drink?

Yeah, I got some fresh OJ.

Sounds good.

This isn't
the bathroom, Crowe.

What are you looking for?

Oh, don't. Please tell me it's
not a shirt with a missing--

button.

What's going on?

You tell me, Jesse.

Because you've been
lying to me, haven't you?

You told me it
was a coincidence

that Graydon and Orla arrived
to live here after you.

But it was the other
way around.

You knew that he was here
when you came.

That's why you came.

I guess I was bored,
and I got to wondering,

whatever happened
to Graydon Prentiss?

The one who slipped
through the bars.

So I-- I did some research.
And you know what I found?

Two more dead wives.

Yeah, I get that.

Why did you lie to me?

Look, when
I first messaged you,

it had nothing
to do with the case.

It's because it has always
been my other great regret.

Not asking you out
before Gary did.

I regret nothing.

I know.

Come on.

I'm sorry I wasn't honest
about Graydon

or moving here to try and save
the life of a stranger.

I failed.

I mean, I couldn't save Orla.

See, there's
something about that.

You were here waiting for
Graydon to make his next move.

And then when he did,
what happened?

What are you
asking me exactly?

Well, how did he
kill her when you

were watching his every move?

I haven't done
anything wrong.

I'm just not feeling it,
Jesse.

Orla!

Orla?

Jesse?

This is not okay.

Jesse?

Jesse?

Help!