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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!