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Charlie Scott was killed in an explosion

in a hyperbaric chamber.

This is a gang of evil witches.

The Widows Club, huh? I'm going to fit right in.

My husband and I are interested in joining your marvelous club.

Alexa: Charlie's widow has new blood.

Ray Jones.Will Crowe.

Nadia: She's moving on.

Nadia.She's met someone already.

I'm not gonna feel guilty, Nadia.

I'm here for Alexa.Sorry. Who's Alexa?

My sister.

Ray Jones did it.

Madison: Raynor Johnson was deported after serving two years

in prison for careless driving, causing death.

He drove his car through a police roadblock,

killing an officer on duty, Alexa's husband.

[Sighs]

♪♪

Where did you go last night?

I wanted to talk to him.

I wanted him to know what it cost me.

♪♪

Ray Jones, otherwise known as Raynor Johnson, 42 years old,

found dead three days ago in a golf bunker

on the 13th hole of the Southern Isle Country Club.

Blunt force trauma.

Time of death was sometime between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m.

Thursday night.

Prime suspect is one ex-police detective

who had some serious beef with the guy.

No, no, no.

The prime suspect might be his girlfriend, Phoebe Scott.

Remember her? A couple of months ago, buried her husband Charlie.

You were the last person to see Ray alive, Alexa.

The person who killed him is the last one to see him alive,

and we both know that's not me.

We found the murder weapon.

It was discarded in some bushes nearby.

Had your fingerprints on it.

Wait, that golf club? No, no, no. That was already broken.

Some golfer had a tantrum and threw it in there.

Well, what were you doing there?

I told you.

I went to talk to him,

and I talked to him.

I got closure.

Yeah. Maybe you should stop using the word closure.

Look, somewhere out there is a murder weapon. Okay?

You searched the golf course and the club, you didn't find it.

So obviously, the killer took it with them.

What did you turn up at Phoebe's place?

She's got an alibi.[Scoffs]

Okay, is this an official police interview? Because if it's not,

then I got places to be and murder weapons to find.

I know you didn't kill the guy.

The evidence is kind of stacking up against you.

Is stacking up?Yeah.

Yes. Understood.

And I love this kind of a challenge.

But if this is not an interview, then I'm afraid --

No, it's not an official police interview.

That has to happen down at the station.

♪♪

What, now?Yeah.

Come on. I'll give you a lift.

Hate the station.

♪♪

♪♪

Police-station coffee is like water with a dash of sweat.

I'll make you one. Mm.

Makes a change, eh?

Me picking her up from the cop shop.

You okay, Alexa?

Do you know what Phoebe's alibi is?

Harry's being annoyingly secretive.

Because you're off the case.

[Scoffs] That's what he thinks.

Oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't you be all goody-goody and do not take Harry's side.

No, this is not a side situation.

I know that he's just doing his job.

Alright? And he's under pressure.

The people upstairs will be pushing him to make an arrest.

Thanks.Yeah.

I'm sorry about Ray, Will.

I know you liked him.

Yeah. No, I did.

Yeah. I got on really well with him.

Well, that was before I knew who he was, of course.

Yeah, well, still, he didn't deserve what happened to him.

Well, you don't deserve any of this either.

You don't think they're really gonna haul you in, do you?

Well, they've only got one suspect and things

are getting a teensy bit urgent.

So what can we do?

Find the real killer, of course.

♪♪

Madison, you're me.

Find out where Phoebe was three nights ago

and if she has anything to gain from Ray's death.

On it.You, you're on the course.

There's got to be something that the police missed.

Right.

So how are you doing? It's been such a crazy time.

So crazy? Two men are dead.

And the killer was sitting right with us

only days ago at our table.

What, you think Alexa Crowe killed Charlie Scott as well?

She didn't even join the club until weeks after he died.

So I've heard.

Well, as Iris says, there's no such thing as a coincidence.

Unless you're Phoebe.

Well, losing two partners, one after the other.

[Sighs] Such bad luck.And a coincidence.

And she feels so terrible because

she had an argument with Ray that night.

Wait, Phoebe did?

Yeah, he went out to clear his head and instead...

So what was Phoebe doing when Ray was gone?

Oh, she was FaceTiming with me.

Yeah. We had a good old bitch about our men.

Then whose died?

Donovan's still around, of course.

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Alexa: What can you see?

Nothing. Couldn't get near the bunker.

There's got to be something there.

Someone was following me that night. I just know it.

Well, your little piggy mates are everywhere I looked.

Don't talk like that. Just keep looking.

Call you back.

What the hell are you doing here, murderer?

Hi, Phoebe.

I know all about you.

I know that you were in Melbourne.

I know that you hated Ray because of some accident,

but he served his time.

Yeah, I wanted to talk to Ray.

I wanted to ask him why he drove away from that accident

without checking to see whether my husband was breathing.

Which -- spoiler alert -- he wasn't.

Whoa. So you see, you wanted him dead.

I wanted him to know what he'd done.

I wanted him to hear about my husband, know who he was.

I wanted him to be sorry.

And he was. He said it, so I left.

You're a liar.

Am I the one with two dead partners?

Where were you the night Ray died, Phoebe?

Go away. Stay away from me!

♪♪

She's a crazy woman.

What happened? Did she react?

She asked where I was when Ray died.

♪♪

Ladies.

Phoebe, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Will. I was a friend of Ray's.

I just want to say I'm really sorry.

Thank you.

And if there's anything I can do to help in any way,

you know? You need a man around the house or anything.

I am actually getting quite scared at night.

Look, babe, there's Iris. Let's go, Phebes.

Hmm?You need something to calm the nerves.

Ah.

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What do you think?

Pretty charming, eh?

You were flirting with a woman whose partner

died three nights ago.

Yeah, I know. That's the whole point.

I'll try to get close to her.

That's my job, Will.

No, no, I think we should swap. You play golf

and I'll keep sweet-talking sweet Phoebe.

Oh, because you're so good at it?

Yeah.Then why is she leaving?

♪♪

Oh. Something I said?

It's not something you said, no.

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So one minute Phoebe thinks Will is God's gift,

and the next...They couldn't get away fast enough.

The others said something to Phoebe,

made her go cold, reminded her to play the part.

[ Door buzzes ]Oh.

Good morning!

You know, it sounds like you think

they were all in on it together.

I definitely have a kind of creepy,

cliquey vibe going on, so...

-Hey. -Hey.

Some news in from forensics --

The autopsy shows the golf club at the scene

is definitely not what killed Ray.

It was a 9-iron, bigger shape and angle,

not a match for his injuries.

-I'm not going to say it. -I'll say it if you like.

Say what?

She told you so.Told you so.

Right. I'm really sorry, Alexa.

So you should be, Harry, as if Alexa had anything to do --

Wait, what?

Oh, that better not be what I think it is.

A search warrant?

You know I wouldn't do this if it was up to me alone.

Don't break anything.

And don't let my cat out!

[Door opens, closes]

Yeah. I know.

Okay, just don't break anything.

♪♪

[Door handle turns]

You know, he's liking this about as much as we are.

Where are you going?

[Whispering] If you want to get a job done properly, Madison.

[Rummaging]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Doorbell rings]

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Phoebe?

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicking][Humming]

♪♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Indistinct conversation]

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Well, you guys didn't make too much of a mess.

Thank you very much.

It's kind of weird to leave your house

when there's a search warrant being executed.

Well, I didn't want to watch all that.

So where'd you go?

I think you know where I went, Harry.

Yes, I went to Phoebe's,

and yes, I took a quick look through the garage.

You pushed her too far.

But I think that Nadia's paranoid husband

was on to something.

Those women do everything together.

Can I speak now?Okay. Check it out.

Now, this is what Ray was working on.

It's his custom-built golf ball finder.

Did I see it that night?

No, 'cause it was dark and 'cause I had a lot on my mind.

But did you find it at the murder scene?

No, because the killer took it with them.

This is what you're looking for, Harry.

Actually, I'm not looking for anything.

I've been suspended.

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Look, Harry, you've been suspended.

But hey, look on the bright side.

Well, I can enjoy some downtime. Clear my head.

No, Now you can help me find who really killed Charlie and Ray.

Do I really need to explain?

Being suspended means getting thrown off the case.

[Scoffs] Pesky rules.

Look, you can go home and mope,

or you can help me catch a killer who's out there.

Okay? Then you can get reinstated

and I can go on with my life without waiting to be locked up.

Which, now that you're not there, could be any minute now.

Okay. What time do you want me tomorrow?

Good boy.

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Alexa: If Ray was out fumbling around for balls in the dark,

he would have had this with him.

[Cellphone rings]

Mads, what's up?

Nadia's husband's gone.

What do you mean gone? Is he...?

No, not dead. He's taken off to

Tasmania to stay with his brother.

[Whispering] Donovan's gone to Australia.

First Charlie, then Ray.

Donovan was certain he was next.

Did he say all this to Nadia?

Oh, in an e-mail. He was too scared to say it to her face.

Did he say what he thought their motive might be?

Well, he thinks that being a widow

is more glamorous than being a divorcée.

Thanks, Mads.

What do you know about Iris's late husband?

Nothing. We had no reason to look at him. Why?

What are you wearing?What?

Alright, come on. We got to stop at yours

on the way to Iris's place. I need you to get changed.

I want you to look the part.

What part?

The part of a working homicide detective.

This is nice, right?

Oh, I suppose this is what you were doing

when Charlie died in that hyperbaric chamber.

Yeah, we were here with Iris having a long lunch.

It was awful that day.

Excuse me.

[Indistinct conversations]

Oh, hi.

[Sniffles] Hi.

Hey. Oh, you're okay.

Mm. Yeah. I'm just having [Chuckles]

having a moment. Another one.

Is there anything I can do?

My friend said I shouldn't talk to you

because you're Alexa Crowe's brother.

No, um, I don't talk to Alexa.

I mean, she's a suspected murderer.

It's -- It's really hard for me.

They also said you are a widow hunter and a gold digger.

Me?Yeah.

Well, they say things happen in threes,

so all due respect, I only want to be your friend, you know?

What?Well...

Oh, my God.What?

[Sobs] I'm gonna...

I'm gonna be a black widow for the rest of my life.

Nobody's gonna want me. I'm gonna be alone.

No. Hey, hey.Yeah.

Some guys might find it a turn-on.

What? [Sniffles]

Anyway, look, let's take a seat. I'll tell you a joke.

Give you a drink.

Okay.

Wow. Nice. What are you waiting for, detective?

Just be careful and quiet and quick.

All the things I always am.

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Go, go, go, go, go.

♪♪

♪♪

Could I make you a green tea?

Oh, no. I'm fine. Thank you.

Take a seat.

I just wanted to ask you a couple

of questions if that's okay.

I'm very happy to help.

Great. Where were you five nights ago?

Five nights ago. Where was I five nights ago?

Um, look, I was here alone.

Did you get any phone calls from anyone or any mail delivery,

anything like that?

No. Is that a problem?

No, no, no, no. Just in the big picture.

Mm.

Well, I decided to have a quiet night in,

just me and my cross-stitch.

Actually, that -- that could answer your question more.

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[Camera shutter clicking]

[Drawer opens]

I do take progress photographs

if you need to see them,

But, um, yeah, I got a lot done on Thursday night.

Um, you know, sometimes you just -- you just get in the zone

and you keep going and going, going, going,

and then you wake up and it's like 5:00 in the morning.

Well, that is seven hours' work right there.

Wow. Yeah, that's impressive.Thank you.

♪♪

Well, that was a completely unauthorized

and illegal police interview.

Uh-huh.

You didn't steal anything, did you?

I took nothing but photographs.Good.

And this nice big file that I found in her desk.

Seriously?

Now, Iris's late husband was a doctor,

an academic doctor, but still...Relevance?

And Iris nearly was a doctor.

She got her master's in Linguistics,

got diplomas and awards,

but looks like she never finished her Phd.

You found all of this out just now?

Yes, I'm quite good.Okay. What's the significance?

Not sure yet.

Could be nothing, might be something.

Cross-stitch as an alibi is tenuous at best.

Which she conveniently offered up complete with photographs.

But we can't place her at the golf club that night.

Wait a minute. In 2001,

Iris was offered a research grant

and the chance to finish her Phd in Japan.

She never went.Hm.

2001.

This.

I bet she didn't go because her husband got sick.

And he passed away five years later.

Then we know she didn't kill him.

Prostate cancer, right?

Most common cancer in men.

No, they had a good relationship.

She loved him. Gave up her career to nurse him.

Well, that makes her different from the other two

who seem to think that men are only good for two things.

[Laughter]

Eh?That's so good.

Feeling better already.Yeah.

Ooh-whee!

Oh.

Mr. Crowe.

I'm so sorry to disturb, Phoebe.

I was just wondering, have you given any thought to my offer?

I'm not doing it.Ah, right.

Can I remind you that it's free of charge

and also a very fitting tribute to a man who loved golf?

Also the view is to die for.

No.Okay.

Maybe think about it --Oy, she said no, mate.

Whatever it is you're offering,

she doesn't want any clearly.

Thank you very much, Mr. Crowe.

Maybe just think about it some more.

Thank you.

What ishe offering?

Say that again.

Ricardo wants to bury Ray Jones on the golf course.

That's taking life membership a bit far, isn't it?

[Chuckles]

Tax avoidance.

Well spotted, sis.Wait, I'm so confused.

If a body is buried on the grounds of the club,

it becomes a cemetery.

That's a huge tax write-off.

Okay. Learn something new every day.

Yeah. As far as tax avoidance goes,

it's a little too much even for me, mnh-mnh.

But is it a motive for murder?

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So, Southern Isle isn't doing so well,

even with the hefty membership fees.

Right, how bad are we talking? Like receivers moving in

kind of bad?It's getting close.

And what would happen to the club's money

worries if there was, say, a body buried on the grounds?

Well, a tax break like this could mean the difference

between going under and staying open.

And we know Ricardo didn't much care for a Ray,

so maybe he was like an easy sacrifice.

And Charlie?

Good point.

We need to find out if Ricardo offered

a lovely burial plot for Charlie.

Well, how are you gonna do that?

He's dead.ell, his widow would know.

Well, his widow that hates you with a vengeance.

Yeah, But she doesn't hate my brother.

♪♪

Hey, he's a good guy.He was.

Was. Yeah.

He loved golf. Right?

But do you think he loved it enough to want to be buried

on the golf course?

Actually, he liked fishing more.

Ahh. What about Charlie?

Oh, no. Charlie got seasick, so...

No. Did Ricardo make the same offer

for Charlie to be buried at the golf club?

Oh.

There really wasn't much left of Charlie to bury, so...

Right. Yeah, sorry.

But Ricardo did suggest that maybe we should bury

his ashes at the fifth hole.

Hmm.

Is this it? Sure Will said the fifth?

Yeah. Ricardo's not offering the best views in the world

for eternal membership, is he?

You're saying the club manager killed not once

but twice for a tax break?

What? Someone killing for money?

It's unheard of!Yeah. Okay.

But where's the evidence?

Just be patient, Harry.

♪♪

Hey, can you hurry up? You know this stuff makes me anxious.

And Ricardo seems like an okay dude.

Yeah, you would say that because you're a bloke

and he's nice to blokes.

Whoa. He's keeping notes on club members.Like what?

Well, he's not a fan of your golf shoes.

Hey?

They're not the proper ones.

He's questioning your actual net worth.

♪♪

I am not getting back in there again.

Reuben, you see this?

I'm pretty sure that the little bits of rubber

I picked from the bottom of the door match this thing.

♪♪

Okay, come out.

[Door rattles]

Try harder.

Madison: So, this is definitely effective

at keeping the sauna door jammed shut,

plus it matches the rubber crumbs

I found at the bottom of the door.

Then there's this.

He was keeping notes on all members.

"Nadia sozzled again for the third night in a row,

didn't even notice that it was the cheap plonk

and not the premium she paid for."

Oh, here we go.

"Iris Coddington stole a blanket from the wellness center."

Naughty Iris.Nothing gets past Ricardo.

But go back to the page that I folded.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, "Charlie Scott behind in his club fees."

And when Ricardo approached him about it,

he disputed the amount.

You know, you can see what Ricardo thought of that

on the next page.

I think it's time I paid our club manager a visit.

You've been banned from the club, Alexa.

Well, then should be real easy to get his attention.

♪♪

Excuse me. Please leave. Excuse me.

I don't want to have to call the cops.

Okay? Your presence is really starting to upset our members,

so if you can please leave of your own accord,

I'd really appreciate that.

Why are you keeping notes on club members?

I'm sorry. [Stammers]

Keeping notes on...?You know, on who's intoxicated,

who's stealing blankets,

who's been pigging out at the smorgasbord.

Well, here at the Southern Isle,

we have rules for a reason, okay?

Our members are some of society's elite.

Reputation is everything.

So you're trying to blackmail them?

No, absolutely not.

[Chuckles]

Well?

I'm actually writing a tell-all memoir. Okay?

It's an explosive insider scoop on the lives of the rich

and famous, and it's pretty juicy.

Oh, well, it will be if you include Charlie exploding

in your oxygen chamber.Wh--

Oh, wait, that's your plot twist, isn't it?

Are you suggesting I blew up Charlie

to make my memoir, a more enticing read?

Is that what you're saying?

Well, stolen blankets and inappropriate golf attire

is hardly riveting reading, is it?

What's this?

Where did you find that?

No, no, I did not trap Charlie and Donovan in the sauna.

Okay? I heard the banging, and then I went in there,

and there they were.

And yes, I found this jammed under the door.

So, you decided to hide it in your desk?

Well, I -- I thought it was just a silly prank.

When Charlie died, you offered Phoebe

the opportunity to bury his remains at the fifth hole.

The same with Ray.

Yes, I did. I'm -- You know, I'm generous like that.

You're cashing in on people dying.

No, I'm not. Look, this is a legitimate tax write-off.

Okay? I mean, these deaths have been crippling for business.

I'm just struggling to stay afloat.

The new hyperbaric chamber just arrived.

No one wants to use it. I haven't had a single booking.

You bought a new hyperbaric chamber?

Yes. The insurance came through.

Oh, Ricardo.What?

Yes. Our clients relax inside with a magazine

and a woolly blanket while the air pressure is elevated

until they're breathing 100% oxygen, and it's...

Right.Yeah.

It's quite a few safety precautions to take, right?

Oh, absolutely. And we were meticulous and rigorous.

I mean, I don't know why Charlie didn't remove

his hearing aid that day.

It's a mystery. Maybe he just forgot.

Yeah.

Oh, that's organic Merino.Hmm?

Wool.Very nice.

Hey, can I take one of these?Uh...

Oh, I'll bring it back.Can you make sure you do?

'Cause they're super expensive.Sure. Yeah.

Ooh, excuse me. I just got to...

Yeah.

Hey, Mads. Hey, try to get invited to Iris's place.

There's something I need you to look for.

♪♪

[Whispering] Thanks so much for including me.

♪♪

♪♪

Excuse me. I just got to go to the loo.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Ringtone playing]

I'm looking. Okay?

Okay. I'm just checking.

Do people usually have more than one linen cupboard?

Keep looking. Try the closets off the office.

♪♪

Okay. There's a bunch of blankets but I don't see it.

That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say.

Well, maybe somebody else stole the blanket.

It was Iris.

She stole the blanket and then she got rid of it.

And I know where.

[Chuckles]

[Birds chirping]

Hello, Iris.

I just wanted to ask you about this blanket.

Well, not this exact blanket.

The one that you took home, you know, the one that ended up

being blown to smithereens along with Charlie.

What are you battling on about?Remember the blanket

that you stole from the club 2 1/2 months ago?

Yes. I-I-I did. I-I-I took one,

but I-I returned it as soon as I realized.

After some modifying.

I don't know what you're talking about.

When you returned it, where did you return it to?

I think I just put it in a basket with the others.

Why didn't you give it to Ricardo?

He thinks you're a thief.

I- wouldn't have thought he'd notice.

Oh, he notices lots of things.

It's not that he'd let a killer into our club.

♪♪

You sewed your late husband's hearing aid

into the lining of this blanket

and popped it into the hyperbaric chamber.

Right before Charlie got there.

Ka-boom.

Charlie was a mean old goat,

but he was very sick and he wasn't going to get any better.

So why would someone like me risk everything to kill someone

who's already dying?

I understand that you are desperate,

and I think it's very sad.

♪♪

♪♪

[Cat yowls]

Chowder?

Oh, if he's beating up the neighbor's cat again,

I swear.

Chowder?

Here, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss.

Here, puss, puss, puss. Oh, good boy, didn't you?

Hello, darling.What time do you call this, buddy?

She's right.

Why can't you stay inside like a good indoor cat, huh?

[Cat meows]

♪♪

♪♪

Phoebe: Ray came into my life when I was lost and lonely.

And he lifted me up so I could see the sun again.

And now he's gone.

Just snatched away from me.

Too young, too soon.

And if it wasn't for my ladies,

I just -- I don't know how I would have got through it.

So, to my best girls, Iris, Nadia, thank you.

Thank you.

And also what are you doing next week?

Iris: Next week?You're taking me on a grief holiday.

That is what.Nadia: No way.

Summer holiday in Europe with my girls!

♪♪

So, come to see that you've done the job properly,

that he's really dead?

You know, I've never seen a funeral

where the widow announces she's going on vacay

with her gal pals.Do you know I think the only thing

I will regret about spending summer in Europe

with my girls is that I won't get to see you locked up.

You're so sure that I'm guilty?

Did your tarot cards tell you that?

Anyone can see that you're a very dangerous woman,

Alexa Crowe. I do not need cards to tell me that.

You're full of crap.

You can't read cards.What?

What did you do? Watch a TikTok video?

Oh, I can assure you that's not the case.

Give me another reading then.

Embroidery. Really?

[Inhales sharply] Oh.

Careful. [Scoffs]

You'll wind up like, um, Sleeping Beauty.

Mm.

You know what the husbands call you, don't you?

The Witches of East Auckland.

Well, it's nothing on what we call them.

The odd needle injury is --

It's just part and parcel of crafting.

Oh, don't tell me those were caused by needles.

No, that is Nadia, who swiped me.

She was dancing rather enthusiastically

at a silent disco they went to last week.

Can you imagine?Well, false nails can bebrutal.

Why don't we see what the cards have in store for you,

Alexa Crowe?

Go for it.

♪♪

Eight of swords.

Well, well.

Oh, dear, justice.

You see, justice doesn't always imply incarceration.

Except when it's together with this one.

What else you got?

♪♪

Eight of cups. You're going away.

To prison?

Could you be any more on the nose?

Don't shoot the messenger.

Does the eight of cups on its own mean going away on a trip?

Is that the card that you used to convince Phoebe

to take you to Europe?

♪♪

Do you really think that you can frame us as a coven of widows

bumping off their men?

But how can you prove that?

How are you going to prove you're not?

I believe I already have, Alexa.

♪♪

[Ringtone plays]

Kia ora.

Kia ora, Harry. What's going on?

Just taking a walk, killing some time,

worrying about my mate Alexa.

Well, I haven't been arrested yet.

Listen to this.

On the day that Charlie died,

Iris posted a message on the Widows Club group chat,

asking them to order her a dozen oysters and champagne.

Yeah, we know they were at lunch when the explosion happened.

But it means that she wasn't at the table when they ordered.

So either she was late or she ducked away for a few minutes.

But either way... She had the opportunity to get down

to the wellness center right before Charlie's last treatment.

Okay. That is interesting.

Hello?

♪♪

Hello?

♪♪

Hello?

Uh, yeah. Hi.

You alright?

Often I am.

Like I was right about the murder weapon.

It's a fairly hefty homemade golf-ball retriever.

How do you know that?

'cause I'm looking at it.

♪♪

Hi, Iris.

Nice day for a walk. Love a walk.

Well, you're rather taking the glow off it,

so if you don't mind...Oh, that's right.

You like to walk alone. Yeah.

It was on one of these solitary walks

that you noticed Ray Jones, his weird little side hustle,

hobby, or whatever you call it.

Collecting lost golf balls.

Well, you'd know more about that than I would.

That's right, I do.

Because another time you noticed

that I was out here talking with him,

and that conversation was a bit tense.

I mean, let's be honest.

That was good for you, wasn't it?

'Cause you'd been worried.

Why the interest?

You worked out that I was

investigating Charlie Scott's death.

And you saw that maybe I was getting

a little too close to the truth.

And then you saw my reaction to Ray.

And my guess is that you did some research

and found out that Raynor Johnson,

as he was then known, was driving the car

that killed my husband, Gary, in Melbourne.

Realizing that it was him, that was a shock.

Oh, yes.

But I've got to thank you for that, Iris.

Because if you hadn't killed Charlie Scott,

then I never would have come to the country club.

Alexa.

Charlie blew himself up.

Iris, no, he didn't.

He knew the health and safety rules and so did you.

So you borrowed a wellness center blanket

to do a little sewing.

Well, we already talked about that, didn't we?

Then you popped your modified blanket

into the hyperbaric chamber

right before poor old Charlie was due for a session,

and you joined your gal pals for lunch a little bit late,

but nobody noticed.

The main thing is you were all at the table together

when you heard the explosion.[Explosion]

Oh! What was that?

I don't know what it is that you imagine

that I could gain from something like this.

Well, you told me yourself. Charlie had a terminal illness.

Yes.Prostate cancer.

Yes.Yes.

That's why you killed him.

'Cause you knew what Phoebe was about to go through,

and you'd been through all that with your own husband.

Jakob is completely different.

I know.

Jakob was a good bear and Charlie was a prat.

And you knew how hard it was to stop your life

to care for a dying man. You didn't want that for Phoebe.

You're making me sound so generous.

It's risking everything for my friend.

I wouldn't say generous.

See, the reason you killed him

is that he was being a fun sucker.

Phoebe's your drinking partner

and he was sucking up all her attention.

So you killed him. I knew it. You knew it.

You knew I knew it.

And that's why you wanted me out of the picture.

This was your opportunity

to kill two birds with one stone.

Get rid of Phoebe's new handbrake partner

and make sure that I was out of the way

at the same time.

Poor Ray Jones. Talk about wrong place,

wrong time, because you saw an opportunity that night.

[Grunts]

You killed him to frame me to get me off your tail.

And you took the actual murder weapon with you

and planted it at my house two nights ago.

'cause you needed to put the final nail in my coffin.

If you say so, Alexa.

Cat says so.You've lost me.

[Laughs]You see, he doesn't much like strangers,

especially the ones creeping around his house at night.

These are from Nadia's ridiculous nails.

So can you explain how your DNA got all over my cat's claws?

[Stammers]Oh, yeah, he got you good.

Lots of skin cells and even some blood

for police to identify you by.

I love my cat.

He helped me solve a murder today.

Two, in fact.

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[Grunts][Groans] Damn it, Iris!

Iris!No!

No!

Iris, no!

No!

♪♪

Iris, don't.

Wouldn't that be so funny, if I slipped and fell,

and then another person gets killed from the club

and the black widow was right there?

[Laughs]

Do you prefer going over that cliff

to facing the consequences?

Well, if I get to take Alexa Crowe down, why not?

Geez, Iris, what did I ever do to you?

Don't, don't! Don't come...near me.

Okay.

♪♪

You and I actually have a lot of similarities.

We both married men we love, we both lost them too soon.

Your career was cut short by your husband's illness,

and...I kind of threw mine away.

But...actually that's where the similarities end

because I didn't let what happened to me define me.

Don't get me wrong. When Gary was killed,

I was sad, mad, and bloody angry.

I could've stayed that way forever,

but then I would have died along with Gary.

But I-I picked myself up and I-I got on with it.

I lead a really good life.

How, as queen of the Widows Club?

[Laughs ruefully] We have a ball.

By turning your friends against their partners,

making them fight for your attention?

God!

Making Phoebe a widow twice!

Look, I get it. Alright? That...

it is lonely and it hurts.

It's really hard 'cause you go through life,

and there's part of you missing and you know

that nobody understands that.

But the wretched times don't last.

Good friends can pull you out of them.

Friends remind you that life is great.

♪♪

I just wish you'd have let them.

I don't have any.

♪♪

♪♪

[Inhales, exhales deeply]

♪♪

I'm glad you got off, sis.

You had me worried there for a bit.

What? You actually thought I did it?

Of course not. But, you know, innocent people do go down.

It's not unheard of.

Any innocent people in particular?

What? Me? No, no. Guilty as charged.

Plus some other stuff they never got me for.

[Chuckles]

Hey, why don't you come down the beach?

You know, sunshine, friends, freedom,

sand, sandwiches. Sand in your sandwiches.

I'd love to, but no, I got a few more days left of my free trial

at the Southern Isle.

Plus my new friend Phoebe just had some horrible news.

She needs some comforting,

plus someone to go to Europe with her.

[Gasps]No!

See? [Laughs]

I'll send you a postcard.

Arrivederci!

Ciao, bella!

[Mutters indistinctly]

♪♪

DNA under Chowder's claws.

I still can't believe you actually said that.

It was the first line that came to mind.

Iris believed it.

I can get used to this.

I don't have to go back to work tomorrow.

-Mm. -You're welcome, Harry.

You thought I was being bad but really

I was just trying to get you a holiday.

Seriously, you guys, all of you, thanks for...

Well, you know.

No. For what, Alexa?

For standing by me, for better, for worse.

Well, you're definitely better now.

Yeah. Nowhere near as scary as you used to be.

What? Even with a murder accusation.

Okay. Who thought I'd done it? Okay?

Even just for a second, who thought I might have?

No. Do not answer that.

Okay. Now, I'm scared again.

I've never been scared ofAlexa.

Just scared forher, you know?

Alright, now you guys are ruining my sopping moment.

I was just trying to say something.

-Well, go on. What? -Say it.

No, moment's lost.

-Oh, Alexa! -Say it!

-Alexa, come on! -Come on!

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪ I'll light the way through the darkest night ♪

I was just going to say that I didn't mind...

Well, I love that you guys had my back.

-We'll take that, I reckon. -Anything else?

And I quite like you being around.

[Laughter]

♪ I'll light your way

♪ I'll light your way

♪ I'll light your way

♪ I'll light your way

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♪ I'll light your way

♪ I'll light your way

♪ I'll light your way

♪ I-I-I-I'll light your way

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