All language subtitles for My Life is Murder - S04E07 - The Widows Club Part 1.eng

What time do you call this?

Just to catch my breath.

Maybe you should
rethink that.

Hey? Apparently, even
breathing can be deadly.

It's a sensory
deprivation tank.Close.

It's a hyperbaric
oxygen chamber.

So where are
we going with all this?

A couple of months ago,

one Charlie Scott was killed
in an explosion

in a hyperbaric chamber at
the Southern Isle Country Club.

The coroner put the combustion
down to a hearing aid.

Charlie wore his
inside the machine.

The battery sparked
a fire.

So if the coroner
thinks this is an accident,

what the heck are
we doing here?

Because for the last
two months,

I've been fielding calls from
this guy, Donovan Hufnagle.

He's the victim's golf partner,
and apparently he had

his own near-death experience
at the club.

He and Charlie got locked
in a sauna two weeks

before Charlie died.

Reckons they could have
been steamed to death.

And he insists both incidents
were deliberate.

Although Donovan comes across
as a little bit delusional.

Well, just because
you're paranoid doesn't mean

someone isn't trying
to kill you.

Well, Donovan's convinced
he knows who.

They call themselves
the Widows Club.

Natural habitat,
the cocktail bar

at the Southern Isle
Country Club.

We have Donovan's wife,
Nadia.

We have
Iris Coddington.

Now, Donovan thinks
that she's the queen bee.

And we have Charlie's
actual widow, Phoebe Scott.

The Widows Club, huh?

I'm going to fit right in.

Southern Isle Country Club,

18-hole golf course,
bar, restaurant.

Oh, the day spa looks amazing.
Tell me we get to go here.

We get to go there.
- Oh, yes.

They offer a complimentary
trial membership

for discerning businessmen
and their spouses.

Hold on.
Only men can be full members.

That's Victorian.

Women may join as
an associate member

connected to their husband
or partner. Is that legal?

Tell me about hyperbaric
chambers. Are fatalities common?

There have been
quite a few.

The pure oxygen component
means that one spark can cremate

a person almost instantly.
One guy died when he bought

his electric hand warmer
in with him.

Seriously?
Oh, it gets worse.

Another recorded death
where

the person lit
a cigarette, killed instantly.

There's just too much
to say about that.

But Charlie's fire was sparked
by a hearing-aid battery.

He'd been in the chamber before,
so presumably he knew the risks.

And the locked-in-the-sauna
incident two weeks prior?

Coincidence
or a first attempt?

Mm.You know, you can kind of see

why Donovan thinks
he's a dead man walking.

I'd like to meet this Donovan
while he's still with us.

This is a gang
of evil witches, right?

They've already struck
twice.

It's only a matter of time
before they strike again.

And what makes you
think that?

Because I've been reading
their chat group.

They're called
the Widows Club.

You know, in my experience,

most murderers
don't start chat groups.

Look, these messages
are all about

how inadequate men are,
okay?

How we're all stingy
and humorless.

Gotta be honest.
A lot of women talk like that

when they get together.

Read this here.

So Phoebe Scott says,
"Je t'aime Paris, let's go."

And then Nadia...
that's my wife...

She says, "My tight-fisted
husband says no."

And look what Iris says.

"Tell Donovan not to be
such a tight old git.

You can't take it
with you."

"You can't take it
with you"?

Mm.And then Nadia puts
the thumbs-up emoji on it.

Right.

Fact is that what
you've got thereThank you, Nicholas.

is a bunch of golf widows
slagging off their husbands.

Is that what it looked like? Yeah.

Did he just taste
your food?

You may not want to
take this seriously, but I am.

I've got a 20-minute alarm.

If he's in good health
in 20 minutes, I tuck in.

Donovan, your friend Charlie
wore his hearing aid

into the hyperbaric chamber.

Charlie never had
a hearing aid.

His hearing was fine.
He's only 61.

The person you want
to talk to is Phoebe Scott.

Considering how fast she
got another man in her bed.

Charlie's widow has
a new bloke? Ray Jones.

He didn't take long
to park his slippers.

Hello.
Did you know that the widow's got a new man?

She didn't share that
information with police, no.

Yeah. Ray Jones,
some kind of tradey.

I'm sure there's a few
Ray Joneses in the system,

but I'll take a look. Good.

And did you know that women

can't get into
this country club on their own?

I need a husband
to get a foot in the door.

You're gonna sneak in anyway,
aren't you?

Certainly not.

I called Hire-a-Hubby.
What's up?

You really scrub up. I've been known

to frequent a few of these
places before

in a previous life.
Do you know about me and golf?

Right?
Can't play to save myself.

Oh. Well, it's not like
you haven't bluffed

your way through things
before.

Ah, but I hate the game.

Everything about it
with a passion.

Oh, um, did I also mention
I might have relieved

a few of the members here
of their life savings?

In a previous life.

Morning. Welcome.
How can I help?

Good morning.
My husband and I are interested

in joining your marvelous club. William Crowe.

This is my lovely wife, Alexa.
Welcome, Mr. Crowe.

Ricardo Curry,
executive club manager.

I'm just finishing signing up
another couple at the minute.

Uh, but if you'd like
to order yourself a coffee,

tea, water at the bar,
perhaps a mimosa.

Actually, we'd really like
to take a little tour.

Is that okay?

Oh, is that what you want
to do, Mr. Crowe?

Well, you know what they say.
Happy wife, happy life, eh?

Yes.
Is that they say?

Um, well, this is
our club lounge

where the ladies like to
get hammered.

Ah, while us men
do our men business, eh?

That's right, Mr. Crowe.

Actually, Ricardo,
I know that my husband

is simply desperate
to get out on that golf course

at the earliest opportunity. No, I'm not.

Oh, of course he is.
And I'll tell you what.

There's a four
missing a player

that you can join teeing off
in 10 minutes.

Splendid.

Except, darn it,
I left my gear at home.

That's okay. We have a pro shop
on the lower level

that has everything
you need.

Golf balls, clubs,
shoots, socks, caps,

pretty much everything,
the whole shebang.Wow.

Splendid. Anyway, follow me
and I'll take you down.

So who's the guy
with Alexa?

It's only to be
Mr. Crowe.

It's Mr. Crowe. No, but really.

That's Alexa's brother, Will.

What the...
The dodgy ice cream guy?

Don't say that so loudly.

Hi, Donovan.

What are you doing here?

You asked me to investigate,
so I'm investigating.

Well, don't talk to me.

Nadia will get suspicious.

Oh, she's here?

Yeah, she's got
a jealous streak.

She'll think
we're having an affair.

Oh, here's my brother, Will.
He's going to make up your four.

What? Why?

Because we're undercover
and this place

won't let a woman join
on her own.

What do you play off?

I play a big tee.

Usually. Well, this is just great.

Can you do me a favor
and bugger off?

Keep your
tam o' shanter on.

Good luck. Get this show on the road.

Three Bloody Marys, darling.
Certainly.

I'll take one of those.Sure.

It's breakfast
and a cocktail in one.

That's what I always say.

You speak the truth.Amen.

Alexa Crowe,
a new member.

Nadia Hufnagel,
a new friend.

Come join.

Alexa, is it? Yes.

Iris Coddington.

Phoebe.Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Thanks so much for letting me
crash your party.

Stay as long as you like.

Unless, of course, you have
to rush off to your husband.

Well, that'd be difficult.
He died six years ago.

Well, you have stumbled
into your tribe.

We're the Widows Club.

Uh, golf widows, I presume?

Actually, I don't think
we should call

ourselves that anymore.

I lost my Jakob
many years ago.

But Phoebe is
a more recent widow.

My husband's still alive
and kicking. More's the pity.

Well, I'm very sorry
to hear that, Phoebe.

She's okay. She's moving on.

Nadia. Yeah, she's met someone already.

Very sexy, if you like
that sort of thing.

I'm not going to
feel guilty, Nadia.

If it wasn't for Ray,
I would just be...

I'd be so sad and lonely.
And, you know.

We understand. We understand.
I mean, it is so hard.

It's so hard, isn't it, Alexa?
Oh, hardest time of my life.

Anyway, Iris predicted

that Phoebe would meet
her white knight.

Yeah. She is a genius
with the tarot cards.

I dabble.

Yeah, she predicted that Ray
was going

to have his accident. I did.

Sorry. Now, your new boyfriend
had an accident?

Yeah. Well, it was the fool

and the tower, and the cards
just indicated

that someone close to Phoebe
was going to have a fall

and get injured. And Ray's a roofer,

so we're like, "Uh-oh,
Ray's gonna fall off the roof."

No.So then I stopped him

from going on the roof
for his next few jobs.

And then we went away
on holiday to Queenstown

and he fell off
the ski lift.

I know.

Wow.
- Mm-hmm. Mm, mm!

Iris. What?

You should do Alexa.

Oh.Yes. See if she's going
to find love again.

Oh, no, I'm not looking.

Well, I don't have my cards
but next time, Alexa.

Okay.

Shot, Donovan.

Guessing you don't
play too often.

Is it that obvious?

Well, you're about to tee off
with a putter.

Ah, thanks.
What was your name again?

Ray Jones. Will Crowe.

Whew!
- Nice.

Well, Will,
looks like you're up.

Alrighty.
Yeah.

Here it goes.

Alrighty.

Oh, my God.

Look, why don't you
blokes play ahead?

We'll catch you up. Yeah, I think

we'll go wait in the cart.

Now, what brings you
to the club, Will?

Because it's obviously not golf. Ah, no, no.

My, uh, my sister
wants to be a member,

but no access without
a bloke.

She's terminally single.
So how about you?

Girlfriend. Her husband passed
away. She kept the membership.

We hooked up.
She dragged me along.

Ah, okay. That makes sense.
I didn't think old, uh, Donovan

and what's-his-knuckle
were your kind of people.

No. They think
I'm a bit of a catcher

just after Phoebe's coin.
Husband only recently died.

Ah. That so?

Look, tell you the truth,
I'd much rather be in a tinny

having a fish than here
with those tossers.

Hang on. Stand back a minute.Oh.

Nice shot, Will.
- Yeah. Thanks. Yeah.

Really got behind
that one.

Okay, head inside then.But...

It'll only be a minute.

But I want to... I need to try to lock you in.

Yeah.
No, not keen on that.

Come on. In you hop.

There's no lock.
I'll see if I can jam it shut.

Wait. Can you see if you
can unjam it as well?

Yeah, it'll be fine.

It's hot in here.

Oh, thanks, Reuben.
That was very helpful.

There's no way
to lock the sauna,

but maybe it got wedged shut.

I found these little bits
of yellow rubber on the floor.

Well, someone's popular.

Oh, I've been added
to the widows' group chat.

Ugh. They love me.

Evening. Hey, how was golf?

Oh, I thoroughly embarrassed
myself.

Thanks.

Man, never any beer.

No.

Reuben would have
swapped with you.

He lovesgolf.

Oh, but would this Reuben person
have just made friends

with the widow's new boyfriend?

Ah! You met Ray Jones?

Yeah, yeah, we hit it off
right away.

You know, Harry couldn't find
any kind of record

for a Ray Jones
that fit our profile.

So what'd you find out?

Well, Ray Jones
owns a roofing company.

He likes golf,
obviously, and fishing.

And he's a nice guy. Right?
He did not murder anyone.

Mm. That's not how it works.
Will.

Everyone's a suspect
until they're not.

Come on. His only crime was
falling for someone

whose husband had just died.

Well, actually, Ray Jones
and Phoebe

were sleeping together months
before Charlie went boom.

How do you know that?

Because Ray and Phoebe went
on a ski holiday in Queenstown.

Ski season... Months before Charlie
went boom.

Okay, but that does not mean

that Ray knocked the old boy
off.

What about this widow? Phoebe Scott?

Yeah. An affair could be a reason
to kill your husband,

but it's probably easier
to just leave him.

Mm.

Nah, there was a lot of banter
about those men being tightwads.

You think being married
to a stinge is miserable?

Try divorcing one.

Ha! See? It's Phoebe.

Or Ray.

No, he's my new friend.
I like him.

Good. Stick to him.
See what else you can find out.

Oh, fine.
What, so I got to just

pretend to be his new best
friend while working out

whether he's
a cold-blooded killer?

Wonderful.
Thank you.

And you'll stick
with Phoebe?

Just to find out how badly
she wanted

to become a member
of the Widows Club.

So what's the plan? Pedicure with the girls.

Oh, it's "the girls" now,
is it?

Pedicure, Madison,
a pedicure!

You know how much I hate
having my feet touched.

Yeah. You'll cope.

I guess it beats rifling
through dirty locker rooms.

Yay!
Super-fun times ahead.

Look, are you sure we can't go
to the wellness center?

No, it's for widows only.

Phoebe's late.Mm.

I wouldn't get up either
if I had a horny man in my bed.

And what's Donovan? I said horny, Iris,
not portly.

So Ray and Phoebe are
at thatstage, are they?

Mm-hmm.
She deserves a bit of fun

after putting up with Charlie
for the last seven years.

Nadia, you've got to stop speaking ill
of the poor dead man.

You're not enjoying
that massage there, Alexa?

Oh, no, I am.

A foot massage
is totally my bag.

Anyway, Iris, Phoebe's
not here, so I can say it.

Charlie was an old git.

Then why did
Phoebe marry him?

She seemed so sweet.

Oh, she is. She is
a gorgeous human being.

And it was false advertising.

Charlie reeled her in

with expensive dinners,
holidays, romance.

Then they get married,
and...

No more romance.

Ah! My marriage, on the other
hand, is nothing like that.

Donovan was a bore
from day one.

She's been a little bit hard
on Charlie.

He was very sick, after all.

He was? Yes. Prostate cancer.

What happened to your husband,
Alexa? Was it illness?

Um, no. He was
a police detective,

and he was killed
in the line of duty.

Oh.
- Oh. That's tragic.

Yeah.

Very sorry to hear.

He was cut down in his prime,
I would imagine, too.

Yeah. But, uh, so Charlie
was terminal, then?

Oh, yes. Yes.

I think that was
Phoebe's only comfort,

that he went out with a bang

and, um,
was spared a lot of

the long and drawn-out
suffering.

I mean, even a manicure
would be nice.

Oh.

Hi, there.

Hi.

Well, this is, um...

exactly what
it looks like.

Go away!

Um, don't mind me.

Sorry.
That was so not okay.

Hey, I'm not offended.
I'm just impressed.

Well, he, uh, wanted
to stash his stuff

in my locker,
so I let him in.

And then, you know, one thing
led to another.

Ohhh.

Oh, gosh, I'm so late
for my spa treatment.

Bye.Bye.

Stashed his stuff
in your locker, did he?

Hey.

Was Phoebe seeing her new man
before Charlie died?

Why do you say that? Nadia said something.

I don't want you thinking
badly of Phoebe.

She found herself in a loveless,
miserable marriage,

and she needed
a bit of fun.

Mmm!

So how deaf was he?

What?

You know, it was a hearing aid
that caused the explosion.

Oh.

Maybe he was like
my stepfather, Rusty.

Can't even admit
that he wears one.

Why the interest?

Oh, it's a hell of a story.

It's not as dramatic
as yours,

your poor husband going out
in a... in a blaze of glory.

Poor Charlie went out
in a blaze of vanity.

Nadia, can you put your cougar
claws away, for goodness sake?

I think
you're right, though.

I think if Charlie
wore a hearing aid,

he wouldn't have
told anyone.

That silly old man.

I ran a copy
of Phoebe's laptop,

and guess who updated
his will six months ago?

Well, people tend
to do that

when they've been diagnosed
with a terminal illness.

What? Are you talking
about Charlie?

Turns out he had
an expiry date on him.

Well, there goes my theory
that Phoebe did it

for the inheritance.

Not if she was going to
get it all anyway.

And it makes sense
of a couple of emails

I found
from a travel agent.

Phoebe booked this
Christmas package tour
for her and Charlie.

16 days on the Nile,
looking at the pyramids.

It seems pretty pointless
if you're gonna kill him.

Shall we have a look
at Ray Jones' laptop, then?

You got that too? Mm-hmm.

He very helpfully
left it in Phoebe's locker.

Yay Ray, yay you.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.Well,
at least you hit it.

How come you know so much?

You can't have been
playing that long.

Oh, I used to play
the public courses back home,

but, um, nowhere
as flash as this.

Oh, well, then you'd be
pretty happy you inherited

Phoebe's dead husband's
membership, then, wouldn't you?

Look, I know the optics
aren't great,

getting together
so quickly.

Oh, no, no.
No judgment here, bro.

None at all.

So, what made you move over
from Australia?

Ooh! The Australian government.

What?

I was deported
a few years back.

Oh, you're a 501?

Yeah. Was in Australia
since I was a baby.

Didn't ever know I was a Kiwi
citizen until I got in trouble.

Then they hit me
with the old 501,

and back to
New Zealand I go.

What'd you do?

Oh, no, no.
It's all good, bro.

I know a couple of 501s.

My cellmate was one.

Are you serious?

I mean, don't...

Don't tell the club manager,
but I'm on parole.

Wow.Yeah.

Well, turns out
a few of my finance clients

were a little precious
about their money.

Well, their money funding
my rock-star lifestyle.

Ahh. You're one of those
white-collar guys.

How about you?

Oh, just a bit
of careless driving, mate.

Hey? They deported you
for careless driving?

Yeah, that, uh, 501 policy's
pretty harsh.

Anyway, why'd you
really join the club?

You trying to find a few more
rich pricks to fleece?

Tempting. No.

Changed my ways.
I'm here for Alexa.

She likes the finer
things in life.

Sorry. Who's Alexa?

My sister.

Oh! Baby!
Yeah!

Here we go. A bunch of emails
from a random account.

And, judging by
the content,

I'm gonna hazard a guess
it's Phoebe.

X-rated? Uh-huh.

Whoa.

She called it off with Ray
about seven months ago.

Really?

She broke up with him
by email?

"I'll always love you,
but I can't keep lying

and sneaking around
when he's dying."

Okay, so she broke up with Ray
when Charlie was diagnosed.

How did he take it?

I mean,
it's pretty reasonable.

He's sorry
that Charlie is unwell,

and, of course, she has to do
what she has to do.

Too reasonable.
Why?

Because he knew Charlie
wouldn't last long,

and he just had to wait?

Or maybe he thought
he could, uh,

hurry things
along a bit.

I think it's time
we talked to our man Ray.

Are you Ray Jones?

He's round the back.

Thanks.

Uh, Ray?

Ray Jones? He was just there.

So you think
he's avoiding you?

Looks that way.

But how would he know
who you are?

What? No, I didn't
tell him you were a cop.

And I definitely didn't
tell him you suspect him

of murdering
his girlfriend's husband.

Well, none of it would matter
if he had nothing to hide.

True.

Alright. How do I look?
Hmm?

Do I look like a witch
of East Auckland?

Is that the image
you're going for?

I am going
for a tarot reading.

Oh, come on. You always
get the fun stuff.

I do.
- She certainly does.

You want to get
your tarot cards read?

What? No. Just don't want
to play any more golf.

Anything but golf.

You know, there's
an Italian dégustation

at the club restaurant
tonight.

Ooh, we should definitely
investigate that.Mm-hmm.

Wow!

I know.
Welcome to my humble abode.

Hi, girls.
- Cheers.

Iris was just finishing doing
my cards, so take a seat.

I got the Empress.

Oh, is that good?

Mm-hmm.
- It is for Ray.

It signifies lust
and unchained passion.

Ahh.

Shall we finish?
- Yeah.

Three of Swords.
It's not so good, I'm afraid.

Oh.

It's miscommunication and
tension in a relationship.

Well, actually, Ray was
really off this afternoon.

He... He said I'm spending
too much time at the club.

What?!
Why would he say that?

Two of Cups.
The cards agree.

I think Ray is... is showing
his true colors.

Men are all the same.

Alexa, are you ready now
to accept what the cards

have to reveal to you?

Oh, I'm ready
for the big reveal.

Queen of Swords.
You were close to someone.

And then they died.

Yeah, we know that.

Well... I'm just telling you
what the cards are showing me.

Okay, well,
I'm just telling you,

it's easier to say the past
than the future, probably.

Five of Wands.

Oh. I'm afraid
what is in your future

is a little bit
more disturbing.

Um...

Ones signify conflict.

You're in some
kind of danger.

So, no change there.

The Tower.

Hi, baby.

Hey. Sorry.

Didn't realize there was
a party going... on.

Ah. Um, Alexa,
this is my boyfriend, Ray.

Ray, this is Alexa.

Look, I'm pretty filthy
after work.

Think I'll just
get changed.

Mm.
Carry on.

Iris, the suspense is
killing me. She's in danger.

Are you alright, Alexa?

I haven't frightened you,
have I?

I mean, it's just
a bit of fun, really.

Oh, no, no, it's nothing
like... It's probably
just all the alcohol.

Really? So...

If you don't mind,
I'm going to just go home.

Are you... Okay.

Bye.

Oh. You're still up.

Will and I just had
the most sublime tiramisu.

I actually want to stay
a member of that club forever.

I had dinner
with your brother?

But, like, not in a weird way.
We just both like Italian.

And I love hearing stories
about little Alexa.

What are you doing?

I'm just putting
the pieces together.

And?

I know
who killed Charlie.

Okay.
Are you going to share?

Ray Jones did it.

Background check
on Ray Jones?

Yeah, nothing came up.

What about his alibi?

I sent a constable round.
She reckons he was up north.

And was he?

Still working on it.

Okay, thanks.

Oh, my God,
I'm gonna kill my husband.

He's meant to be at home
sorting out the garage,

and I just saw his car
in the car park.

I'm a total golf widow.

Oh, honey,
join the club.

Oh, your husband's
on the course, too?

Donovan?
No, no, no.

He's in the hospital
with food poisoning.

Oh, that's terrible.

Oh, don't
feel sorry for him.

No, he digs through
the leftovers in the fridge

like a dog
going through the trash.

But if you ask him,
he'll swear I poisoned him.

Is that a joke? No.

Donovan thinks
I'm trying to kill him.

Why... Why would
he think that?

The man's
a hypochondriac.

Oh.And a conspiracy theorist.

So easy to tease!

Oh, and I like it
when he avoids me.

So you're letting him think
that it's true?

Mm! It's hilarious.
He's a bag of nerves.

There you go.
- Oh. Oh.

John! G&T?

No, thanks.
I-I'll catch you later.

Mm.

You caught up
with Ray Jones yet?

No. He has a talent
for avoiding me.

Hey.

Are you going out?

Is it to do with the case?
Do you need me to do anything?

Yes, yes.

I need you to take the bread out
of the oven when the timer goes.

Thanks, Mads.

I know, Chowder.

I'm worried, too.

Whoo-hoo!
- Ah!

Having a bit of a hit
on my own, mate.

Yeah. No, I'd... I'd love a few
more pointers, if that's okay.

I mean,
none of the blokes here

want to play
with the slow guy, so...

So, is your sister
here today?

Why is that?

Just wondering.

No.
She's work, I think.

What does she do,
again?

Uh, she's a baker.
Makes a mean sourdough.

Yum.

I hit it.

Yay.

Hope that wasn't
beginner's luck.

She ever mention me?

Who? Don't be a dick.

Your sister, Alexa Crowe?
Does she ever talk about me?

Is there some history
between you two or something?

Look, I just want
to be left alone, okay?

Cops came around asking me
where I was when Charlie died.

It was upsetting for Phoebe
and for me.

I just want to live
my life, mate. Okay?

Bro, I'm just trying to
work on my golf swing here.

Or get a golf swing.

Guess who's also been added
to the widows group chat?

What?
Have they not seen

Reuben wandering around
in a towel?

Actually, that's why
they've added me.

They say I've upped the
eye-candy factor in the club.

Oh.

No, Alexa,
don't do it again.

Do what? Walk out without telling me

where you're going
or what you're doing.

I'll be back soon.
Alright? Alexa.

Just need to check one thing
with Raynor Jones. That's all.

Alright, move it, buddy.

Let me take a peek,
Chowder.

It's for her own good.

Evening.Oh. Um...

I thought you were Alexa.

No.
Is she not here?

You're just
on her laptop?

Okay, yes.
Um, but this is

the first time
I've ever done it.

What were
you looking for?

There's an email that proves
Ray Jones was in Northland

at 4:15 the day Charlie died.
His photo ID is attached.

Oh, then he didn't do it.
This is good.

You're not
understanding.

Alexa found evidence
that it wasn't Ray.

Uh-huh?

So why is she still
investigating him?

He was acting pretty weird
this arvo.

Wanted to know if
Alexa had talked about
him, mentioned him.

You didn't
tell him anything?

No, of course not.

Maybe it's the 501 thing.

501?

Yeah. You know, the Kiwi
deportees from Australia.

Yeah.
What about them?

Well, Ray's one of them.
He's a 501.

You didn't think
to tell me that before?

Maybe she knew him
in Melbourne.

Ah, he was deported
for some minor traffic thing.

And she was a detective,
not some baby cop

handing out
speeding tickets.

Unless he lied
about the traffic thing.

Alright, got it.

Ooh, you can just bring up
a list of deportees, can you?

I have the access codes,
so yes.

But there's no Ray Jones.

Ray short for Raymond?

Raynor. She said Raynor
before she left.

Come on.
Who are you, Ray Jones?

Okay, so, if he's 42, then he
would've moved to Australia...

He said he was a baby
when he moved.

1982, maybe?

Come on. How many kids
are called Raynor?

Johnson.
There's Raynor Johnson.

No way.
Okay, great.

Well, can you run
a police check,

or a 501 check,
whatever you do?

Yeah, yeah.
Keep, uh, trying Alexa.

Okay.

Oh, come on. Just give us
a call back, will you, sis?

We're... We want to know
where you are, Lex.

Found him.

And?

Raynor Johnson was deported
after serving two years

in prison for careless
driving causing death.

Yeah, he didn't mention
the death, but...

In Melbourne.

He drove his car through
a police roadblock,

killing
an officer on duty.

Oh, crap.

Is it...?

Alexa's husband?
Yeah.

Raynor Johnson.

Bloody hell.

You know,

people at this club waste
perfectly good golf balls.

It's a Taylor.
100 bucks a dozen.

Oh, you're a recycler now?

Golf balls
and other people's wives.

Uh, yeah.

Look, I just want
to live my life, okay?

It was an accident.

Okay?
Melbourne was an accident.

I saw the cop cars.

I had some stolen gear
in the back, and I panicked.

And I just
put my foot down.

I didn't even see him.

And you didn't stop,
either.

You sped away
and you...

you hid your car in
your mate's garage for days.

Yeah, I did.

You're right.
I'm a piece of shit.

But I was also convicted,
and I paid my dues.

Two years.
You spent two years.

And that's what
my husband's life was worth.

I... Look.

If it's any consolation,

as soon as
I finished my sentence,

they threw me onto a plane
and dumped me back here

in New Zealand.

I can't go back.

Well,
that makes two of us.

See, I can never go back to
my life the way it was before.

I live always
in the after.

What do you want from me?

Oh, isn't that
the question?

See, I tried not to think
about you for years,

and I tried to will you
out of existence.

But here you are.

So, now, what do
I want from you?

Oh, my God.

We've been going crazy
worrying about you.

Will and I
were out all night.

Well, I'll make
your coffee extra strong.

Alexa...

I know who Ray Jones is.

Raynor Johnson?

I know what he did.

Well, it's a small world,
ain't it?

I'm okay.

Sorry for
worrying you.

Where did you go last night?

I wanted to talk to him.

I felt like I owed it to Gary
and to myself.

To do what?

I just wanted him...

I wanted Raynor to know
who Gary was

and... and what he meant.

I wanted him to know
what it cost me.

I would have gone with you,
Alexa.

You only had to ask.

I know.

♪ Take my heart

♪ It used to be
so supple and sweet ♪

♪ And now it's withered
on the vine ♪

♪ There's before

♪ And then there's after

♪ You were mine

♪ Take my faith

♪ So strong and full of fire

♪ Now it's bruised,
broken down, and blind ♪

♪ There's before

♪ And then there's after

♪ You were mine