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Brace yourself. Alexa is taking a vacation.

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 always put away.

It's Graydon Prentiss, 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.

This is where Orla died.

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

That's 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's all 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.

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 couldn't save Orla.

Help!

The doctor isn't on site.

I can try calling again.

He might be with Fia Collins from the spa.

Have you got a number?

Sorry, no.

Okay, well, try the restaurant.

And see who else you can find.

Come on, Jesse, wake up.

Fia, Fia.

Come on, come on.

Fia, it's Alexa Crowe.

Put Graydon on.

Yeah, how is she?

Did you hear from her?

Uh, yes, I have.

She's doing good?

She's relaxing, not giving us a second thought?

Yeah, I think so.

Hmm.

Do you remember this case from 2019?

Oh, yeah.

Doctor's wife died of cyanide poisoning.

That's the one.

Graydon Prentiss.

Apparently, he lives in Fiji now.

What, 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 want to be here.

Can you treat him?

Sodium nitrite should do it.

I'll put a line in while we wait for the paramedics.

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

And why does it have to be so mysterious all the time?

Harry, the Graydon Prentiss case?

Right.

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?

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 hardly refuse.

Even you would have taken the Hippocratic oath.

Jesse brought the orange juice from his place.

So clearly, it was him thereafter,

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.

Mads. - Hey.

How are you?

Having the time of your life?

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

Graydon Prentiss didn't kill his 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.

Yeah, we were newbies together.

Alexa, are you okay?

Yes.

So Prentiss's wives two and three you're working on,

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,

and maybe he did.

Or maybe I saw a ghost today.

Okay, 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.

Okay, talk soon, eh?

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.

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 favor and leave me the hell alone.

Was Orla short of cash?

Uh, no.

Her parents are really well off.

New money?

Old money?

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 okay? Hey--

Yeah.

do you need--

Ooh.

Talk about tense, Alexa.

Hey, how about a freebie?

Hmm?

You want to get your gear off, lie back, relax, seeing

as how the boss has bailed?

Wait, Fia is gone?

Mm-hmm, 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.

Maybe he scared her off.

Oh, Jesse.

Um, 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--

Okay.

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

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

Or I could just bail, you know?

It's no problem.

Sorry.

You know, hospitals.

It's a little bit triggering, you know?

Gary, HUH?

Yeah, yeah, I was waiting there, expecting

it to be a long night.

And in the end, he didn't even need a bed.

DOA.

Just straight

to the morgue with him.

You know, Alexa, you can't actually

let your guard down with me?

We've known each other long enough.

Then you know that I'm not the kind to sit around and

mop your brow, right?

I do.

Honestly, I'm fine.

Good.

But I do have one more question.

Mm-hmm?

Alexa Crowe, seeing you again, it's been incredible.

I want to 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.

No, I was gonna 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.

I said I needed a little more time, Jesse.

Hola!

What?

What's the Fijian word for surprise?

I don't know, but surprise.

Oh.

Oh.

Come in, come in.

So you're not mad I'm gatecrashing your vacation?

Not at all.

Only ooh, you did get your own room,

right? 'Cause 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 figured we were getting close to something,

and somebody wanted to stop us.

Well, stop Jesse actually.

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

I'm so glad that I'm here.

Is he okay?

Is the poison gonna have any lasting effects?

Apart from making him spontaneously propose marriage?

Who did he propose to?

You? Seriously?

Well, he had a speech in a ring and everything.

I'm sorry, what?

Don't worry.

I didn't say yes.

Okay.

well, good.

I said I'd think about it.

Hey, who's looking after my cat?

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 you change the subject.

I meant, like a no strings fling or two,

not a new husband.

Madison, who is looking after my cat?

Okay, so don't be mad.

Shh.

Madison.

Oh, hey.

Hey, I'm outside.

You want to let me in?

Uh, 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 need to go in.

Could do with a coffee, though.

Where are you, anyway?

I'm in Fiji with Alexa.

What would you--

you don't want to keep me in the loop?

It was a sudden decision.

I thought Alexa might need me.

Well, you might be right.

I've just got the tox results back Alexa was wanting.

Also why I'm here, trying to visit you.

And?

Hefty amounts of cyanide.

Your friend's lucky to be alive.

Maybe that's why he proposed.

Hey?

He and Alexa have history.

Really?

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.

It's okay, Chowder, the coast is clear.

The nasty copper is gone.

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

But I've got a--

I have a bit of a complicated relationship

with the boys in blue.

Oh my god, Madison's gone five minutes, and I'm--

talking to the cat.

Ah, good morning.

Can I help?

You're the doctor, right?

Graydon Prentiss.

I'm Madison.

I think I'm allergic to something.

I have these bites.

Please.

Have you been swimming in the ocean or--

No, I only arrived last night.

I'm usually fine with antihistamines.

Well, they-- they have limited supplies here.

I'll see what I can dig out.

Do you usually get a reaction to mosquito bites, Madison?

Uh, 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.

Excuse 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-hmm.

What did they say?

Mr. O'Flannery described in colorful detail

what he was gonna do when he next saw Graydon.

Now, wait, 'cause in the will,

Orla's dad was called Dermot.

Mm.

Well, N. O'Flannery was also going on about some property

that Graydon's stolen.

He was saying, you can't keep ignoring

us sniveling "clethada."

What's a "clethada?"

What?

She just passed by again?

Who?

Orla, the dead wife.

Orla.

Get away with you.

Who are you? 'cause 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 him.

What are you, a twin?

Shite, no.

She's 14 months older.

My big sister.

Well, 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 anymore.

I retired.

Huh, saw the light.

Well, I kind of had a crisis.

So now, I bake sourdough, and I--

I try to set things right, like Orla.

Now, there are people here who say

that her death is suspicious.

Is that right?

Niamh.

Oh, Niamh O'Flannery.

What's a "clethada"?

Graydon told you about my emails, did he?

The bleedin' wee pox?

Well, I saw them.

We'll put it like that.

What did he steal from you?

Orla had the O'Flannery heirlooms with her,

to 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 him back to Dublin,

but not a peep from him.

Hey, I was after Alexa.

You must be bachelor number one.

I'm Madison.

Ah, the famous Madison.

Jesse.

Jesse Wright.

Hey, guess who I just met?

Orla's sister, Niamh O'Flannery.

Oh, of the colorful emails.

What is Niamh doing back?

You know about her?

Yeah, she was visiting Orla a week before she died.

And she left the day off.

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 Niamh all talk?

Or should Graydon be very scared?

Possibly.

Oh, Madison, Jesse.

Jesse, Madison.

Yes, we've met.

Oh, 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 her client to death? - I didn't it, please.

I loved Orla.

I gave her my kidney.

Okay, let's calm down, hey?

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey. Jeez!

Jesse?

Yeah, it's okay.

I'm good.

My God-- what is it, Alexa?

Are you okay, Louise?

So much for Niamh being all talk.

It's not the same without Orla.

God, I don't even know why I'm still here.

Now, Niamh 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.

Oh my god.

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 she moved all the way

down here to a Pacific island?

And I don't know why Niamh is here now,

but I am not sticking around to find out.

I-- that's it for me.

I'm done.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

Back to Auckland, I guess.

So, yeah, we should swap numbers.

I never did give you that free session.

Did Niamh actually leave Fiji before Orla's death,

or is that just what everyone thinks?

Thanks, Sinead.

I was just speaking to an old gaming friend who

works for the Garda in Dublin.

She's about to send-- oh, wait.

There it is.

Niamh'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.

What?

Through a medium?

Do you have any of the heirlooms

Niamh was asking about?

No, I buried most of them with Orla.

The Claddagh ring, some jewelry.

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 Niamh?

Um, a timepiece and 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 Niamh might have hurt Orla?

I didn't say that.

No, but you think it.

Niamh 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.

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.

Okay.

Um, thanks, Graydon, for your help.

So you came all the way here to see your sister.

You left without saying goodbye.

And now you've come back.

That sounds implausible.

That git has our Claddagh ring.

It was buried with Orla.

What?

The O'Flannery sword?

Above ground.

Good.

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.

Niamh O'Flannery claims not to have

known about Graydon's history.

Okay, am I missing something here?

Why are we looking into Niamh 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 matchy than that.

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

Okay, I'm listening to you 'cause you're usually right.

Always right.

I just don't get why Niamh would want to poison me.

Reasonable point.

Hey, Crowe, one other thing that's-- 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.

Hmm.

Okay, I get it.

You need time.

Just 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.

Now, why would I?

It's hideous.

I suppose there's got to be less homicide.

That's a bonus.

Well, you must, um--

you love him, right?

Why do you say that?

Well, you haven't said no yet.

Oh, crap.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

All right, cheers.

Oh, Niamh.

What have you done?

Niamh never took the family sword.

Hey, so the police have taken over.

Niamh'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 Niamh about his history, she saw red.

And as much as I would have loved

to see that man spend the rest of his life rotting in prison,

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 have liked that, too.

But what are you gonna do, hey?

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.

♪ 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 learn to love you from a distance ♪

♪ In the light I conjured up ♪

♪ Bless all of us right here ♪

Morning.

You are up very early.

Yes.

well, we don't want to miss our flight.

What?

You're going back to Auckland today?

Mm-hmm. 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 are 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.

I will never go away without you

again, my handsome, handsome ginger prince.

I promise.

I hope Jesse's a cat person.

So, should I, uh--

do you want me to find somewhere else to live?

No.

No, no.

Hey, you're back?

Well spotted.

Start talking.

Sure.

Uh, 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 the 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.

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. Wright 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.

Hmm.

Thank you, Reuben.

Uh-huh.

Thank you, Harry.

Mm, so it's true, then?

Oh, this?

I'm leaving him hanging for now.

Uh, woman's prerogative, I guess.

Shall we?

Give me a buzz when you're ready.

Yeah.

enjoying New Zealand?

I'm not loving it.

Hmm, it's a shame.

I didn't kill that prick, Graydon.

You went to his house, though.

Your prints were on the door handle.

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

And what happened when you got there?

Well, I thought he was too chicken

shite 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, Niamh.

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

You've 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 Prentiss, you wouldn't

have used the family sword.

Exactly.

I would have used a big carving knife.

You might want to tone it down

while you're a guest of the New Zealand cavalry.

I need you to do me a favor. - 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.

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 were expecting?

It doesn't matter now.

He's dead.

Anyway, tonight? - Yeah, sure.

We'll go out for dinner.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, I'd love a spoiler.

Hmm?

What are you gonna say to this Jesse guy?

She's gonna say yes.

Well, you've really gone 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.

Did I ever tell you about the year that I got 3 and

1/2 European cars for free?

Oh, 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 honor.

You creep.

And if you think about it, which I have been a lot

recently, who really got hurt?

Someone's about to in a sec when I

smack him with my dough hook.

Okay, yes, I'm hiding out from Evangeline, all right?

But it's because 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 don't want to do it, all right?

I've changed.

But she's very hard to say no to.

I don't want to scam people anymore.

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

You have changed.

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

Okay.

Well, you can stay here as long as you need,

but not tonight, all right?

I need the place to myself.

Yeah, you got the big night with the hubby-to-be, hey?

Still holding the dough hook, Will.

Yeah, all right. You have a good night.

See ya.

I love your place.

And I love Chowder, which I think

is good because I suspect he is a deal breaker.

Well, it's definitely one of them.

One of the others because I could really get used to this.

Hold that thought.

I'm gonna slip into something more comfortable.

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 want to help me out from time to time.

Of course, she will.

Maybe.

Marriage changes people.

Not Alexa.

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

that the day his wife died.

Denise?

So, wait, Alexa 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, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Now, you've been feeding me clues since I got to Fiji.

Now, we both got regrets about the Prentiss 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.

So did you.

So you took matters into your own hands.

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 'cause 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 my wardrobe,

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 think to look at.

Well, I like to go down every road.

That's why I looked into Fia and Louise,

but that didn't suit 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 to him,

but mainly to take the heat off yourself

because I was starting to wonder.

And I didn't want to, Jesse.

Didn't want to be right.

Come on, Alexa.

And then Niamh turned up and gave you an opportunity.

Justice at long last.

Graydon Prentiss gets what he has deserved

for a long, long time.

And Niamh takes the blame.

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 a let go.

Crossing lines.

Planting evidence.

See, Graydon was on 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 Niamh 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.

Don't answer that.

We're nothing alike, Jesse.

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.

Good day.

Detective Henare.

Came for a chat at the station, but

you probably know the drill.

You all right?

Yeah, sure.

Alexa, when did you know?

A 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.

Hey.

I was just writing you a note.

I'm out of here.

The temptation got too much, hey?

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.

The engagement ring.

The Aussie bloke.

And it 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?

No, idjit.

Ah, you did it again.

You're brilliant. All right.

Very nice. Well done.

Very good.

Hey, have I ever said I'm proud to be your brother?

Get your hand off it, Will.

Hey, Will.

I'm proud of you, too.

It's the truth.

I know.

Till next time, Sis.

Till next time.

Anyone for squid rings?

No, thank you.

No way.

Okay, starter for 10.

What is the national sport of Fiji?

Oh, bobsledding?

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.

Nah, you don't want to give up all this.

I mean, why would you?

Look at the city.

Sounds like someone's happy to be back home.

Yes, home is all right.

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 got to be about the chemistry, right?

Well, Louise has been sliding into my DMs lately.

Oh, really?

Let me tell you, she has a very firm touch.

Okay.

Well, as long as when Alexa goes on holiday,

there's less homicides.

Yes, life/murder balance.

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 ♪

♪ Doo-da-da-da ♪

♪ Doo-da-da-da-da ♪