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♪♪

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.

♪♪

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Madison: 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.

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Harry: Hello.Alexa: 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.

[Sighs] 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?

[Laughs] 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.

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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.

[Music playing faintly over speakers]

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[Woman laughing]

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Three Bloody Marys, darling.Bartender: 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.

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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.

[Nadia laughing]

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.

[Laughter]

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.

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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.

[Chuckles]

Hang on. Stand back a minute.Oh.

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

Really got behind that one.

[Laughs]

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.[Sighs]

[Door creaks]

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.

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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.

[Cellphone chimes]

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.

[Cellphone chimes]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?

[Sighs] 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.

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Phoebe's late.Mm.

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

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

[Laughter]

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.

[Winces]

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.

[Laughter]

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.

[Chuckling] 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. [Chuckles]

[Sighing] Ohhh.

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

Bye.Bye.

Stashed his stuff in your locker, did he?

[Whispering] 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?

[Chuckles]

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?

[Chuckles]

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?

[Chuckles dryly]

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.

♪♪

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[Panting]

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?[Door closes]

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.

[Gasps] 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.[All chuckle]

-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.

[Scoffs]

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.

[All giggle]

♪♪

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.

[Chuckles]

The Tower.

[Door opens]Hi, baby.

Hey. Sorry.

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

Phoebe: 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.

Phoebe: 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.

Phoebe: Really?So...

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

Are you -- Okay.

♪♪

Bye.

♪♪

♪♪

[Door closes]

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.

♪♪

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Alexa: 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.

[Indistinct conversations]

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? [Laughs] 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! [Laughs]

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.

[Snickers]

-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.[Cellphone dings]

Hey.

[Cellphone clicks]

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.

[Chowder meows]

I know, Chowder.

I'm worried, too.

[Meows]

[Door closes]

♪♪

-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...

[Chuckles]

♪♪

♪♪

[Door unlocks]

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.

♪♪

[Cellphone camera clicking]

♪♪

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.

[Cellphone chimes]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.

[Door opens, closes]

♪♪

♪♪

[Meowing]Alright, move it, buddy.

Let me take a peek, Chowder.

It's for her own good.

♪♪

[Keys clicking]

♪♪

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?

♪♪

[Car alarm chirps]

♪♪

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.

[Cellphone buzzes]

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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?

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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?

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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.

[Cellphone clicks]

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[Cellphone buzzing]

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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.

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Raynor Johnson.

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Bloody hell.

[Chuckles awkwardly]

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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.

[Scoffs]

What do you want from me?

Oh, isn't that the question?

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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?

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[Door closes]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.

[Coffeemaker whirs]

Raynor Johnson?

I know what he did.

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

[Coffeemaker whirs]

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I'm okay.

Sorry for worrying you.

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Where did you go last night?

I wanted to talk to him.

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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.

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♪ 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

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[Woman vocalizing]

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