All language subtitles for My Life is Murder s03e04 The Village.eng

(BLUESY MUSIC)

- Snap sale ? lots of bargains!

Hey, lady like to buy a T-rex?
(ROARS SOFTLY)

- Nah. How much is the PS5?
- 50 bucks.

- Is it fake?
- Uh-uh. It's the real deal. Super hard to find.

- Yeah, I know. What's wrong with it?
- Nothing.

He only just got it for
his birthday, which was...

- Wait a minute ? who?
- My brother.

- Is all this stuff his?

- But he definitely knows
I'm selling it.

- What did he do?

Come on, girlfriend. I know
a revenge sale when I see one.

- Fine. He hacked my Insta,
andhe posted an embarrassing baby pic of me.

He ateallof the microwave popcorn
and planted evidence in my room.

He even trainedmycat
to sleep on his bed.

- That is unacceptable.

Here ? 20, 40, 45.

- You know what? I'll throw in
his teddy for an extra couple bucks.

- Ooh, you're diabolical.

But, no, I'm actually out.

- You're 20c short.
- Oh, come on, have a heart.

- Have a great day.
- Yeah.

Keep giving him hell ?
it's the only way he'll learn.

- Sale! Sale!

(BLUESY MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Been shopping?

- Well, I love a good bargain, me.

Or receiving stolen property,
depending on how you look at it.

- Do I ask?

- Do you wanna know?
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- What's the occasion?
- Monday.

- (CHUCKLES) And do I ask?

- You could. Or I can tell you
about Day Dawn Retirement Village,

a resort-like community for the
rich, the famous, the over 60s.

- A death at a retirement village ?
that's just crazy talk (!)

- Jean Hartigan.

- Who's Jean when she's at home?
- A judge. A community leader.

She was awarded the
Queen's Service Medal six years ago.

Two months ago, she was with some
other residents in the village bar, having a few drinks.

She felt a bit off.
She removed herself from the party.

The next morning, she was
found dead ? drowned in her bath.

She was found by her new husband.

He went to look for her when
she didn't show up for breakfast.

- A new husband.
- Yeah, Frankie Jones.

They were married just a few months.
Still in separate units.

Frankie was out
playing a gig the night of.

- You know, I'm still thinking
that a death in a retirement home is just not that kooky.

- Jean was fit, she was active,
she was in great health.

She was also riddled with LSD.

- You don't say.
What made you do the toxicology?

- No suspicious substance
found on the nightstand showing up.

None of the oldies
have anything to add.

They were either unsure
or unwilling to share details,

so the case has been ruled
death by misadventure.

- But you think no.
- Yeah, the son's not convinced either.

Said mother never drank,
never took drugs.

He thinks the new husband
might have been taken advantage.

- And you wanna take another look.
- It's worth another look.

Talking to the staff nurse again;
the village manager, Jeff, too.

Oh, and the new gardener,
recently released from prison,

who's serving the rest of
his sentence under supervision.

He's been working at the village
as part of his community service.

- Well, that's a red flag.
What does he have to say for himself?

- Well, he wasn't on site the night
of Jean's death, still under curfew.

His name's Will Crowe.

Not related, is he?

- You know, why don't we just
try to find out what happened to dear old Jean?

- You don't wanna stay for a bite?
- Nah, I'm good.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

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(FUNKY MUSIC CONTINUES)

Oh, hi. Yes. Um, I'm trying
to find my brother, Will Crowe. He's supposed to have been released.

- Kia ora!

- Good God, don't you ever knock?

- Last time I knocked,
you didn't answer. - (HUFFS)

- OK, so I trawled
the village Facebook page,

but the pics and comments
were as vanilla as they come.

But then I found the
FB community page,

and that was where all of
the action was at. Check this out.

(CHEERING, LAUGHTER)

Well, they look like
they're having an awesome time.

- These retirees grew up with
the Stones and Pink Floyd ? they know how to party.

- Oh, and also, there is a post from
Frankie the day after Jean died.

- 'RIP, my love.'

'LOL.'

Are those laughing emojis?

- Oh, actually,
he means 'lots of love',

and those are
supposed to be sad faces.

It's a common mistake among boomers.

Oh yeah, I think a few of these
ladies have a crush on the gardener.

- OK, so? Now, see this?

See this mark on Jean's chest?
- Mm-hm.

- The coroners put it down to
a necklace that she was wearing in the days before she died,

but we can't find one that matches.

- You want me to do a search?
- Yeah.

And also run a check on Jeff Turner,
the village manager.

See yourself out, won't you?
- Cool.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

- There is no way
that my mother took LSD.

- Sometimes we don't know
our relatives as well as we think.

- I'm not saying that she's some
sort of sweet little old lady.

I mean, she's a High Court judge,
for God's sake.

- So maybe she was making up for a
life that was all work and no play.

- There's plenty of play
in her life.

It just didn't involve boozing.

- But she changed. When she went to
Day Dawn Village, she changed.

- She was in a fatal car accident
when she was young.

Drunk driver. She was traumatised.

And that is why
she didn't drink ? ever.

So you don't just
wake up one day in your late 60s

and change that dramatically.

- What about her recent marriage?

Now, it seems to me that Frankie
Jones is not her regular type.

- No, he's not.

My father was a doctor.

This guy, what is he,
a slimy, wannabe rock star?

She wouldn't have given him
a second glance if they'd met in the outside world.

- Maybe they had a connection
you don't understand. Like, maybe she liked his music.

- His last wife
died less than a year ago.

My mother lived in
an exclusive gated community.

LSD, drowning in a bathtub ?
that? that doesn't happen in places like that.

It doesn't happen to
people like her.

(FUNKY, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Anything on the necklace?

- I did a sweep of every local
jewellery store catalogue I could find, but nothing that matches.

- Well, maybe try eBay?
- Oh! Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- Investigating the manager guy, like you said.

- From the comfort of your couch.
Was that not clear?

- But I drove all this way.

- Fine. We'll go talk to Jeff
in person. But follow my lead. - OK.

- And don't say anything silly.
- I won't.

- You're sisters?
- Mm-hm, half.

We didn't know about each other
until five years ago. I ordered my birth certificate online,

and, um?
- We've heard such terrific things about your facility,

we'd like to check it out for Dad.

- While he's in Madagascar.
- While he's in Madagascar. - Mm-hm.

- Of course. I should mention,
due to our reputation, there is a lengthy waiting list.

- And we'd like to add Dad's name to
it soon as we've taken a look around.

- Golf course is that way. Tennis
courts. Outdoor pool. Indoor pool.

- Phew! I mean, I am this close
to moving in myself. - (CHUCKLES)

- Ooh, is that petanque?

- So, this waiting list,
what are we talking about?

- People are registering
in their late 30s, early 40s.

- Come now, who thinks about
these things that far ahead?

- Well, clients who appreciate
the finer things in life. - (CHUCKLES)

- So, surely vacancies
come up from time to time. I mean, that happens in rest homes, right?

- Oh, (CHUCLKES SOFTLY)
this is not a rest home.

Absolutely not. Take a look around.

But, look, (CLEARS THROAT)
where there's a will.

and if your father wants this
badly enough, then, um...

- Are you saying
what I think you're saying?

- Well, just as we have different
levels of villas, perhaps we have different tiers on the waiting list.

Where did your sister get to?

Oh.

(FUNKY, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- When were you gonna tell me
you'd been released?

- Oh.

Turns out I don't have to.

You found me anyway.

Once a detective...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- How'd you get out so early?

- Oh, I transferred
to a prison apartment. I can work, participate in approved activities.

visit family.

- When were you
planning on doing that?

- When I'm given the address
and the invitation. I know you don't like surprises

- (SIGHS) Since when have you
known anything about gardening?

- Since I was given the choice
between doing this and picking up litter on the side of the road.

Turns out I'm an expert gardener
all of a sudden.

Helps when there's
a dozen old girls willing to pass on their extensive knowledge.

- Made a few fans, have you?
- Oh, they like to chew my ear off when I'm working.

Then they find out about
my finance background ? they're always keen on a little advice.

- And when they find out about
your fraud and prison background?

- I'm a changed man, Alexa.
Look at me.

- I'll text you my address.
Come visit me.

- Well, I only have to
look at plants and they die.

- Have you ever tried
a succulent garden?

- Oh, um, I'm Alexa.
This is my new friend, Marianne.

- Hello.
- Hello. I understand you're taking a tour on behalf of your father.

- Yes, I am.
- Five-star recommendation from me.

But there's a waiting list.
- That's what I understand.

Though, uh,
this one appears to be empty.

- Poor Jean ?
passed away quite suddenly.

- Oh, really?
I'm so sorry to hear that.

And what tier is this apartment?
- Top end. Nothing but the best for Jean.

I wondered if her husband might
take it, actually. Poor Frankie.

He's in an entry-level unit
across the other side.

- Frankie... Frankie Jones?

Well, that was
a friend of our father's. - Oh.

- Well, I can pass on the message.

- He'll be at the Sailor's Thirst.
It's a pub. Always been a bit of a barfly ? more so sinceJean died.

- ALEXA AND BETH: Mm.

- All right. Well, thank you so much
for the tour, and we'll be in touch.

- Well, don't leave it too long.
The list only gets longer. - Uh-huh.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(LOW-KEY MUSIC PLAYS)

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

- I think you've got
the wrong leaner, doll.

- Frankie Jones? You don't know me.
My name's Alexa Crowe.

A friend of yours from Day Dawn
told me I'd find you here.

I just wanted to talk to you
about your wife, Jean.

- You know her?
- No, but I did just meet her son, Kane.

- I loved his mum.

I wasn't after anything. I just...

loved her.

- So, you were married once before.

- I lost Rochelle last year.
Jean knew what it was like.

We kept each other company.
One thing led to another.

- What was Jean like?

- Too good for the likes of me.

- You must have something
going for you if Jean fell for you.

- Oh, maybe she liked my, uh,
creativity.

I'd play her some of my demos.
She loved that.

And I was also useful for
opening jars, that sort of thing. - (CHUCKLES)

- Jean could barely open the front
door, let alone a jar of pickles.

She had terrible arthritis.

Poor thing.

- So the night Jean died,

you were here, doing your
regular Wednesday night gig.

- Yeah, yeah. That's the one.

Look, maybe you can talk to Kane.

It's hard enough trying to
live without her.

I'm no bloody gold-digger. I'm not.

And besides, we've only been hitched
for a couple of months, so I'm not gonna be in her will oranything.

- If you're married, you don't
need a will to contest her estate.

- I don't need Jean's money.

- In Kane's defence, being told
that your clean-living mum

has been found dead with enough
LSD in her system to ground a horse,

it's kinda hard to believe.

- Well, maybe if you
live where I live you wouldn't find it that unusual.

- Thank you.

(LOW-KEY MUSIC PLAYS)

(SOFT INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ow. Damn.
(WATER RUSHES)

Hi.

- How did you get in here?
- Door was unlocked.

I just love how safe
all the residents feel here. I'll be sure to tell Dad.

- Ohhh,...

dear old Dad.

Currently in... Mauritius, right?
- Madagascar.

- You know what I hate
more than a time waster?

A liar.

You and your sister are full of it.

- You've got bigger problems
than us, mate.

- Like what?
- Like the fact that Jean was not alone here the night she died.

You're looking at a murder.

(SOFT FUNKY MUSIC)

- Oh.

- You're here.
- Yes. And we've actually got?

- Jean has arthritis.
She couldn't even open a pickle jar,

yet I could barely turn on
her bath tap.

She would have needed help.
She wasn't alone.

- Oh, actually,
speaking of not alone?

(DOOR OPENS)
- And I'm pretty sure that Frankie Jones' alibi was crap.

- How are ya?

What? You said I could come by.

Thanks.

- Ta-da.

- I didn't even give you
my address yet.

- Oh, I got it from Jeff.
I didn't know I had a half sister.

- Why did you let him in?
He could have been anybody.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. I? I was
thought he was your? your brother.

That's what he said.
- I am.

- You just believe anything
that any random guy tells him?

- No. I saw him on
the village Facebook page, and you guys look alike.

- Out.
- Oh, OK.

Out.
- All right, all right, all right.

All right, all right.
- Ta-ta.

- Well, I can see you still have
impeccable manners.

- So, what else would you tell Jeff?

- Look, if I'd known that you were
there investigating Jean's death instead of visiting me...

- Who said I'm investigating
anything?

- Come on, a detective
can't change it's spots. - Can you?

- I'm more of a stripes guy.
- Yeah. Matches the steel bars.

- Oh, I'm starting to feel like
you still don't trust me.

- You, who's suddenly best mates
with a bunch of wealthy, vulnerable senior citizens.

- Oh, come on. Have you actually met
a straight, white guy over 60?

There's literally no one
lessvulnerable.

Hey, I could be a man
on the inside of the village. - (CHOWDER MEOWS)

- Oh, hello, handsome.
- (CHOWDER MEOWS)

Ohhh. Oh, what's your name?

- Was Jean the type
to take recreational drugs?

- Well, there's a lot of
party-harders there, but, no, Jean was not one of them.

- What about Frankie and Jean?
Did they seem happy?

- Oh, yeah. They were as happy
as you in this guy. Who is he?

- That is (GOOFILY)
my little friend, Chowder. - (CHOWDER MEOWS)

- Well, I gotta go, anyway.

Curfew.

- Don't worry, the nasty man's gone.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Hey. Um, I'm sorry
I let your brother in.

- How did you go, looking into Jeff?

- Well, he used to work in
advertising. He's single, no kids.

- I wanna know
if he's bumping off residents to get that waiting list down.

- Um, OK. Not the kind of intel
I can find on Facebook or LinkedIn.

- Well, you heard him say it ?
there's ways to jump the queue.

If he's pocketing bribes,
then it's in his interest to make sure that vacancies arise.

- He needs new openings.

Copy.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

Wow, Jeff, are you actually
still using WEP protocol?

(TUTS SOFTLY)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Health stats from the village ?
any deaths the police attended over the past 10 years.

Most departures from places
like these are natural causes, as you say.

- What, you wanted to meet for this?
Haven't you heard of email?

- I wanted to check if you're OK.
- Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

- Shall we cut the crap now, Alexa?
I know Will's your brother.

Why didn't you just say?

- I just don't like to boast
about my family achievements.

- 4.2 mil in converted funds from
his clients is quite an achievement.

If it makes you feel any better,
my cousin Chris did six months for a botched liquor storerobbery.

He barricaded himself inside
the beer fridge to evade police.

We just waited until he got too
cold, and he had to come out again.

- (SUCKS TEETH) Thanks, Harry.

- You wanna get a coffee.
- Eh...

- Got places to be, eh? Stuff to do.

- Well, I'm not going to break into
an old lady's retirement unit, if that's what you're worried about.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

- Hello there!

You're very keen to inspect that
villa for your father, aren't you?

- I sure am. But the layouts
are identical, aren't they? Could I take a look at yours?

Gosh, you get around.
- Used to.

- You know, the idea of an organised
tour has never really appealed to me.

I mean, what if the people
you're stuck with are dicks? - Well, sometimes they are.

More often than not,
they're like-minded folk. - Uh-huh.

- I suppose you're going to ask
where my significant other is? - Certainly, not.

- Oh, most people do.
'No pictures of your husband. Where are the grandchildren?'

- How bloody rude.

- Oh, Jakarta. Now, she was
an appalling bloody roommate. Rude to the waiters, hotel staff.

- Well, the picture's still up.
- Our memories make us what we are.

Can't it edit the past.

- Were, um,...
you and Jean Hartigan close?

- We met when we both moved in here,
but in a place like this, you know, you have a lot to do with each other

- Was it weird that she died on LSD?

- You're not here looking for
a unit for your father, are you?

- Well, her son
still has a few questions.

- Well, what can I tell you?

A few of us got together
for a drink and a boogie ? pretty typical for a Wednesday.

Jean started feeling unwell,
so I asked her what she'd taken. LSD, as it turns out.

- A pretty typical Wednesday night,
you say?

- We like to let loose sometimes.

- So you're spending your retirement
taking Class A?

- I definitely did not say that ?
not to a police officer.

- Police detective, retired.

It's just that, well, Jean's son
is under the impression that his mother was a teetotaller.

- Know what I've noticed about
the adult children of my friends?

They think we should be in
our rocking chairs, doing Sudoku for the rest of our lives.

- What do you say to that?
- Words a woman of my age shouldn't be saying.

- (SUCKS TEETH)

- Can I help you?
- That's my line.

You've been sitting on that one
peppermint tea for quite some time now.

- PHONE: Hi. It's Madison.
- Mads?

- Please leave a message.
(BEEP!)

- Um, Madison, I need you. I found
something out about Alexa's brother.

- Wait, Alexa has a brother?
- Why are you still here?

- (SCOFFS SOFTLY) Also my line.

- So, where did the LSD come from?

- What makes you think I would know?

- Oh, just get kind of
a queen-bee vibe from you.

- I am head of the social committee,
Alexa, not the village drug dealer.

Have you asked Jean's husband?
- Of course.

- Well, there's also management.

The facilitators around here
certainly don't seem to mind facilitating.

(DOOR CREAKS)

- Alexa.
- Will.

- You know each other.
- Um...

I was just?
Marianne offered me some cuttings.

- Bless you, darling.
You remember sugar this time? - 'Course.

- (CHUCKLES)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Will?

(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Yes, Jeff has
a separate savings account,

and, yes, it has a bunch of
deposits ? 10K, 15K.

(BANG!)

- So he is taking bribes
to help people jump the queue.

- So I checked all of the recent
deaths at the village,

and then I cross-referenced
the dates with Jeff's iCal,

but most of the time
he was elsewhere.

(BANG!)

- Hmm.
- Um...

He's got a thing for seminars,
those get-rich-quick guys.

And, um,... yeah.
He's taking bribes, but? - He's not knocking people off.

- No.
- SOFTLY: Bugger.

(SIGHS) Oh well. Anything else?

- Um...

- Come on. Spit it out. Tell me.

- Oh, actually, nah.

- You do know
I can reach you from here, right? - (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Yeah.

(BANG!)
Oh, um...

W-Well, Blaine is actually, um?
he's Dungeon Master tonight,

and I said that
I would go support him, so, uh? - Wait.

- I'm gonna?
- Tell me. - (SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Um...

I may have looked at the contents
of your brother's device too.

There have been multiple deposits
into Will's account since he started working at the village.

And I checked all of the names ?
they're all residents.

And, um,...

I'm really sorry, Alexa, but...

- What?

- Jean Hartigan,...

she gave Will 2 grand
the day before she died.

(TENSE MUSIC SWELLS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Will.

- Hey, sis.
- Hello.

- Cheers, Tabitha. Yeah, kawakawa ?
I'll, uh? I'll look into that. That's... a good tip.

Thanks.

Did you know that kawakawa leaves
can be used on cuts?

- Have you been selling drugs
to the old folks here? - Wow.

- Or scamming them?
Which of these things? - Why would you ask me that?

- Because $2000 from Jean the day
before she dies in a bathtub (WHISPERS INTENSELY) on LSD.

Do you know what this looks like?
- And where am I supposed to have got LSD from?

- Oh, hell,
did you not make friends in jail?

- Yeah, I'm making more friends
here, all right?

And I wouldn't rip them off
or do anything else to hurt them.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
- WHISPERS: Darn it.

- I'm not selling drugs, OK? I'm
starting a business ? landscaping.

I need investors. Jean and
some of the others were keen to be a part of it. It's legit.

- What about the nurse?

- Well, as it happens, yeah,
she's my angel investor.

- You're sleeping with her.
- Look, I came to tell you,

you needn't worry about your
wayward brother any more, all right? I'm on the level.

- And what about your girlfriend?
- I don't really like using that word.

- I'm serious, Will.
Is she on the level?

Cos if Jean is as straight
as everybody says and she finds out there's a drug trade at her new home,

maybe someone stopped her
before she went public.

- OK, well, how are you
gonna prove that theory?

- I've got a man on the inside.
- Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no. I wasn't serious.

- Find out if Tabitha
is dealing drugs.

- I think I'd know.
Oh, you share all your secrets, to you?

- Well, it's not really
that kind of relationship. - Well, it's about to be.

Just gain her trust, ask the right
questions, be an understanding ear.

- Oh, you mean manipulate
and deceive her?

This is what you do, isn't it?
- Is this what you do?

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY)

- What time you on?

- Oh, not till late. And we gotta
get these new kids out of the way.

You see the singer?

It's gonna be past her bedtime soon.

- When did they cancel
your regular gig, Frankie?

(GUITAR MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

- About six months ago,
the pub had a bit of a makeover ? trying to attract a younger crowd.

Jean thought it was cool
that I was a musician.

Her and her friends
down at the village,...

I'm a bit of a hero,
you know, to them.

- So you never told anyone
that you'd lost your regular gig?

- I lied to Jean every week.

I even made excuses
so she wouldn't come down here.

Just a pride thing, I think.

But every Wednesday,
I'd pack my guitar and my amp,...

come down here and have a few beers.

Then I'd go home again.

I still do.

- Why not try another venue?

- SOFTLY: No, no, no, no.

I'm over all of that, the hustle.

(SIGHS) It's been almost 40 years.

- Well, if you change your mind,
let me know. I'd like to hear Frankie Jones original.

Hey, Frankie. Was Jean religious?
She wear a cross around her neck or anything?

- No, not religious.

And she didn't wear any jewellery ?
her arthritis, you know?

She couldn't do those
clasp thingies.

- Right.

Thanks.

- I appreciate the investment.
I just think you should keep your money.

- You said I'd be a fool
to pass up the opportunity.

Is that not true?

Well? I j?

Yeah, I think it's gonna be
a while to see the profits,

and I've been thinking, you know,
I know what the pay's like for nurses in aged care.

Unless there's something
I don't know.

Hmm?

Oh, look, I'm not gonna?
I'm not gonna say anything.

I just don't want you spending
your last pennies on my business.

- You've seen
what the people here get up to. - What, they're scoring from you?

- (CHUCKLES)
Medical marijuana is legal.

- Oh, these guys are doing more than
just helping a little green

to help with their aches and pains,
though, aren't they?

WHISPERS: Oh, come on.

What if Jeff finds out?

- Who do you think pays me the
bonuses to keep them supplied?

- So management is paying Tabitha
to deal Class A drugs to senior citizens.

Well, no wonder
that place is so popular. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Question is ? which one wanted to
keep poor old Jean quiet?

- Well, it wasn't Tabitha, OK?
I'm not sleeping with a murderer.

- I'll be the judge of that.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Jeff. How can I help you?

Sure thing. Um...

- What?
- (INHALES BRACINGLY)

He wants to have a talk about
terminating my community service.

- Well, what does that mean, picking
up trash on the side of the road?

- Best-case scenario,
or worst-case...

- Back inside.

- You're rocking those shoes, lady.
- Thank you, Alexa.

- Going somewhere special?
- Tinder date.

But the best I'm hoping for
is a free panini. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Is that a euphemism?
- Alas not.

Eligible men of my age
are few and far between, but I don't mind being shouted lunch.

- Just take a seat, Marjorie.

Hello, Will's sister.

- And ex-police detective. Hi.

- I have a back-to-back
appointments.

- What was Marianne in here after,
a little help with her joints?

- CHUCKLES DRILY:
Oh, you're kidding me.

Will told you.
- Well, we're family. We like to share.

- You know what?
There is nothing wrong or illegal about medical marijuana.

- What about medical LSD?
It's not just pot you're supplying. There's some mushrooms, MDMA.

- People don't move into Day Dawn
to wither away doing jigsaw puzzles.

People deserve to enjoy their
retirement however they want.

- Until one of them
dies of an overdose.

- Jean never came to me
for any extras, not even pot.

If she'd asked for LSD, no way.

I would've said no. I tried
to keep her safe. That's my job.

I'm so sorry
about what happened to her.

- Come with me.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- If Jeff finds out
I've let you in...

- Oh, yeah, yeah, keep your hair on.

Hmm.

- Yeah, we really should hurry.

Uh-huh. Fine.

(CAMERA SNAPS)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES)

- What are you doing?

- There.

(CAMERA SNAPS)
- Oh, you're bonkers, you know that? - Uh-huh.

- (GASPS) Oh. Um...

No, I just?
I just found her in here. I was asking her to leave.

- Hi, Jeff.
- You are trespassing again.

And this is just ghoulish.

- Why are you so uptight
about me looking around?

Is it your nurse's side hustle
or your own?

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

- Well, that lengthy
waiting list of yours.

Of course, there's always
a way around it, isn't there, if you've got an extra 10 or 20 grand?

And let's face it,
those get-rich-quick seminars don't come cheap.

- I want you to leave.
- Ooh, I'm gonna leave.

But my brother stays.
He likes this gig, and you're not gonna take it from family.

Not unless you want a call from
my friends in blue, asking about all those bribes you've beentaking.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

- Hey.

- Ohhh, not affogatos.

Will!

When I said you could come,
I didn't mean every day. - Um...

- Bonjour. Help yourself, Alexa.
- (CHOKES)

- We're hugging, right?
Come on, bring it in. - Ohhh. (CHUCKLES)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- Yeah, see, I was trying to call
her, but she wasn't answering. - Because I was on a plane.

- I wouldloveto catch up, but I've
got a non-accidental drug overdose and drowning to solve.Sorry.

- It's like I was never away.

- So I'm lying there,
staring at the ceiling...

- Yeah, I can't believe
we got in the bath. - Of course she got in the bath.

- ...and I see this.

- Pinholes?
- Yeah ? four, fresh.

Someone stuck a poster up
above that bath.

- Was there anything there
when the police attended?

- No. Which means that
whoever put it there took it down before they left.

- The killer wanted to show
something to Jean before she died.

- (SCOFFS) Why?
- Because this isn't about money or keeping Jean quiet;

this murder is personal.

(FUNKY, INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Hey, listen, I just want you
to do one more thing for me.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Yeah, listen?

- No. Your man on the inside
is hanging up his hat.

Tabitha dumped me,
thank you very much.

- The handsome and charismatic
Will Crowe?

- Yeah, another girlfriend scared
off by his sister ? embarrassing. - Oh, unthinkable.

Another drug dealing girlfriend.

Anyway, it's not about her. I need
you to invite someone else out.

- No, I've got a lot of work on.

- So you didn't lose
your community service gig. - No.

- I wonder what changed
Jeff's mind (!)

- (SIGHS)

- I heard you got the panini too.
- (LAUGHS) Yes, I love a panini.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(CAMERA SNAPS)

(CAMERA SNAPS)

- Marianne Smalls ? on the
straight and narrow for decades.

She did have some trouble
when she was younger ?

petty theft, possession.

She lived in Wellington ? moved to
Auckland about eight years ago.

- What about Jean?
- Auckland born and bred.

She moved to Day Dawn a year ago.
Marianne followed not long after.

Looking at timelines,
it might be hard to draw parallels between Jean and Marianne,

if that's what you're trying to do.

- What do you think... that is?

- Maybe a seatbelt scar.

- That's what I was thinking.

- Yes, Jean Hartigan was involved
in a fatal car accident in 1964.

- But she was named in the news
under her maiden name, Jean Glover.

- ALEXA ON SPEAKER PHONE:
Why was named in the article?

- Because she was driving.

She smashed into a car full of
teenagers, killing Sandy Black, aged 16.

- Is there an image for Sandy Black?
- Sure is. I can send it to you.

- Freckles, brunette, shot bob.

- How did you know that?

- I'm looking at her.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

- If you're looking for Will,
you won't find him here.

I had to gently tell him
he's not my type.

- I'm not looking for Will. I just
had one more question about Jean. - Oh, of course.

- Is Sandy the reason you killed her?

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

- You've been going through
my personal things.

- Yes. Well, I, uh? I was just trying
to find the poster so that you tacked to the bathroom ceiling

to torment Jean before you killed.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

In 1964, you and your friends
were in a terrible car accident.

You were lucky to survive,
and the whiplash injuries were enough to scar you for life,

but your best friend, Sandy,
she didn't make it.

I'm sorry. That must have been
devastating for you.

But the driver, the girl who got
drunk and then got behind the wheel,

there were...
no injuries, no? no punishment.

In fact, the judge deemed her to be
a promising student and decided that she had suffered enough.

You could have had
a much different life.

Sandy was supposed to be beside you.

You were gonna
conquer the world together.

But a stranger took her from you,
and that stranger went on to live happily ever after.

She had a successful career
and a family and...

true love twice.
Well, it's just too much.

So you moved to Auckland,
and you were just slowly circling,

and when you heard that
she'd moved into this place, whoa, you saw your opportunity.

All you needed was a small bribe
to Jeff to jump the waitlist.

And when you realised
this village was party-pill town, you had your plan ? easy.

You went to her, and you offered to
run her a nice, warm bath.

Drugs or not,...

Jean would have fought for her life,

and I'll bet you anything that
the heel impression from these shoes

matches the bruises
police found on Jean's chest.

You pressed down with your heel
to drown her.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- (BELLOWS)

- (SIGHS)

- Sandy would have been
a remarkable adult.

She would have achieved
great things.

Jean lived the life she should have.

She stole it from Sandy.

- You said you can't edit your past,

but you did.
You cut out all the good things.

- Good things?! (GASPS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

What good? (BREATHES LABORIOUSLY)

Oh, I tried. I did. Uh...

Everywhere I went,
the trips, the holidays ?

you can go all over the world...

(SOMBRE GUITAR MUSIC)

...but your broken heart
goes with you.

It should've been us here...

(SOBS) growing old together,...

Sandy and I. (SOBS)

It should've been.

(SOMBRE GUITAR MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BLUESY MUSIC)

- (SIGHS DEEPLY)

Well, this'll get
the waiting list down a bit ?

murder at the retirement village.

(BLUESY MUSIC CONTINUES)

You going in?

- Hmm, I don't know if I'm ready to
join your social circle just yet.

I think I might head home,
work on my business problem.

- H-How much money
are we talking about...

to invest?

- Why? You wanna invest?

- Well, better you lose my money
than the old dears down at the retirement home.

- (CHUCKLES) The old dears
that are running around doing drugs, killing each other?

- Just send me a prospectus ?
cos I trust you.

- All right,
you don't have to humour, sis.

- Who's humouring anyone?

I saw the gardens of that place. I
think you finally found your talent.

- Hmm.

- So are you gonna
go home and plant something or are you gonna come in?

- It was Interpol, right?
- Mm-hm. Yeah, I bet.

Yay, it's Alexa with our drinks.

- Or you weren't in Paris at all.
You were at the farm in Virginia,

a training facility
so secretive it's very existence? - Whoa.

If the lady says she was visiting
your aunt, she was visiting her aunt. Have some respect for her privacy.

- Reuben?
- Yeah. I'm buying the auntie story, eh?

- Hey, you're back.

- Yeah, and don't bother asking her
where she's been, either.

- Thought I saw your brother
on the way. He OK?

- Yeah, he's good.

- Yeah, good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Frankie Goes to Palmerston.

(LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE)
(CHUCKLES)

Look, this next song is dedicated
to the love of my life ?

Jean, RIP,

LOL.
- (SNIGGERS)

- Did he just say LOL?

- He thinks it's lots of love.
- (CHUCKLES)

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

- # Baby, I've been watching you.

- Whoa, he is way better
than I expected.

- Yeah, if you give people a chance,
they can surprise you.

- # ...everything you do.
- ALL: # Watching everything you do.

- # And I just can't help feeling...

- Harry. Wanna go crowd surfing?
- # ...someone else is stealing you away from me.

- (CHUCKLES)

- # I see it written in your eyes.
- ALL: # I see it written in your eyes.

- # And you confirm it
with your lies.

- ALL: # You confirm it
with your lies.

- # Though the whip you weave
can hold me,

# I would rather that you told me
where you wanna be.

(CHEERING, LAUGHTER)

Yeah!

# Ooh, you're slipping away
from me. #

- HARRY: Paddy went up
on to the roof to fix Rudolph. He slipped and he fell.

Paddy's wife is convinced
the neighbours are responsible.

- There's something you need to see.

- These guys live on
the other side of Josie and Paddy. - How do you do?

- The old boy fell off the roof ?
that's it.

- Do you wanna steal a phone?

(DRINK FIZZES)
- Oh my Go? (GASP) Oh my Gosh!

- Feliz Navidad.
- It's February.

Isn't it bad luck to leave
your Christmas decorations out?

- My husband is dead ? how could
my lucky possibly get any worse?

- Now, I need you to prove
that it wasn't a murder.

- AUSTRALIAN ACCENT:
Can you see me now?

- Still yes. There's no way anyone
else was up there with him.

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