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- Hey. Oh... - Hello.

Merry Christmas. Ho-ho-ho. Here you go.

Christmas was three weeks ago.

Oh, on behalf of the postal service, I apologize.

We were late. Sorry.

Oh. Hey. Oh, no, that's just real-estate letters.

So it's not real. It's just not from a real human.

That's because real humans know

how much I despise environmental waste

like, oh, Christmas cards, tinsel wrapping paper.

Okay, Mr. Grinch.

Hey, how was your Christmas?

Were you just sitting there eating your, like, frozen meal?

Was it a lonely one, was it, dear?

I had a lovely Christmas with all my friends three weeks ago.

Oh!

You're supposed to put these in the mailbox.

You're it.

Hello. You look all relaxed and summery.

Two weeks without phone reception will do that.

- You get away? - No.

Stayed in town while the rest of Auckland

headed out to their holiday homes. And I loved it.

Yeah, I was in the Coromandel with the rest of Auckland.

Still relaxing, though, until I got back to work.

Paddy Jones did not have a good Christmas.

Resident of Woodhouse Street,

famous Christmas-light destination.

- Yeah, I know the one. - Yeah.

Each year the residents put on quite a show,

but Paddy's house always stands out.

On Christmas Eve, Paddy went up on to the roof

to fix a faulty Rudolph.

He slipped and he fell.

Or was he pushed?

Actually, everything points to it being an accident.

- Ah. - Paddy was getting on a bit.

The roof was cluttered with cords and transformers.

Plus, there was a bunch of eyewitnesses. They saw him fall.

And he was definitely alone up there.

So what are you doing here? You just came to show me your tan.

Huh, now I need you to prove without doubt

that it wasn't a murder.

Paddy's wife, Josie, is convinced

that the neighbours are responsible.

Luke, he works in marketing, and Heather is a home executive.

They've got two kids. Normal people, as far as we can tell.

But Josie thinks that they pushed her husband off the roof.

There's been a little bit of rivalry

the past couple of years.

- Rivalry? - Yeah. The Christmas lights.

Paddy and Josie won best display for a few years running

until the competition aspect was cancelled by residents.

But it spilled over into the rest of the year.

Council complaints, that sort of thing.

So you want me to break up warring neighbours?

- Harry, I'm on holiday. - Josie needs some closure.

Look, she lost her man at Christmas.

She's grieving. She's looking for someone to blame.

Look, we've checked every possibility,

but I'm worried she might do something silly.

So I just go there, prove it was an accident,

and I can go back to my summer reading?

Exactly. "Eat, Pray, Love?"

I was joking.

- See ya. - Bye.

What happened? Someone was lacking in Christmas spirit?

Nah, somebody fell off a roof, and we just have to prove

that it was an accident.

Okay, well, this makes for a change.

Wow. These people are dedicated.

Yup, they sure are.

That's Paddy, who fell, and his wife, Josie.

And living to the right of them are the McGrahams,

Heather and Luke and two little Lukes.

Uh, these people named their house.

Right.

"McGraham Mews, established 2018."

Who names their house? And what even is a mews?

Oh, I know, it's a line of dwellings

usually converted from stables.

Someone should tell them that.

Ah. We're not.

Hey, contact the city council and find out

what these neighbours were really warring about.

Okay. The big stuff, huh?

- Can you pick up those grapes? - Of course.

Paddy and I moved here 40 years ago.

Back then there was no fences between the properties.

Neighbours were friends.

So the disagreements didn't start with the Christmas lights.

No. Do not get me started on the lights.

Look at this.

"A gift," they said, so we could fit in

with the street's "aesthetic" they said.

Cream of white. A symphony in beige.

Trying to make us get rid of everything

we've collected over the years, our decoration.

Did you see my big fat centre out the front there?

Oh, I did, Josie. Kind of hard to miss.

Hm.

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

past a certain date?

My husband is dead. How could my luck possibly get any worse?

Josie, several eyewitnesses saw him fall.

There was no one else up there.

No one could have pushed him.

Paddy had been on that roof a hundred times.

He was a capable man, not the sort to just topple off a roof.

He looks like a wonderful guy.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

But do you know what Luke said to him the night before he died?

- What? - He said...

"I hope you fall off that bloody roof."

Now, were you gonna tell me that's a coincidence?

Hello.

Hello. What's your name?

- Oscar. - Hi, Oscar. I'm Alexa.

Oscar? What have I told you about talking to her? Josie...

Alexa, actually. You?

Luke. Yeah. Um, jump inside, Oscy.

Actually, Luke, um, mind if I just pop over for a quick chat?

Sorry about the chaos. We're unpacking.

We just got in from the Coromandel.

It's embarrassing.

So I know that the police have talked to all the neighbours.

- So this won't take a sec. - Well, we're...

We're truly sorry what happened to Paddy, of course, you know?

But he was a grumpy old guy.

Not that we wanna speak ill of the dead.

He was grumpy to everyone or did you two get special treatment?

Any time we did anything, he complained.

We painted the house in grey warbler. He complained.

We planted star jasmine. He complained.

And it wasn't just Paddy, it was Josie as well.

- She was just as bad. - Hm. Like, I mean...

They weren't happy unless there was something to moan about.

You know, Paddy gave himself a heart attack last year.

How does someone give themselves a heart attack?

Getting wound up over Hamish and Monique's dogs.

Oh, Hamish and Monique are the neighbours on the other side.

Yeah. Lovely people, lovely, but Paddy gave them hell.

I mean, this one time, in mid-tantrum,

he was going off at them,

clutches his chest and over he goes.

And even though he'd been yelling abuse,

Monique still gave him CPR, saved his life.

Till the ambulance carted him off.

A week later he was back at it again.

And the experience didn't make him any nicer.

It did not.

Not that you wanna speak ill of the dead.

Look, I wouldn't wish what happened on anybody,

but he's a very unpleasant man.

What about you, Luke? Would you wish ill of the dead?

"I hope you fall off that bloody roof."

Mm...

Yeah, I, um... Look, I shouldn't have said that.

You know that Josie thinks that one of you two

pushed him off the roof.

Of course we know, despite there being people there

that saw him up there alone. She's mad.

Look, if-if-if we'd killed the guy, do you think

we'd be standing here openly bagging them?

I don't know. I don't know you.

But we wouldn't lie. We're straight-up people.

Trust me. What you see is what you get.

Eh, babe?

Thanks so much for that.

Ah. No worries.

Gosh, that's bright.

Yeah, I wanted the warm yellow,

but Heather wanted the cool white.

Goes with the grey warbler, apparently.

Sure.

- Oh, Ha-Hamish. Monique. - Oh, hi.

Oh, hey, Luke. How are ya?

These guys live on the other side of Josie and Paddy.

- How do you do? - Uh, this is Alexa.

- She's from the police. - Well, friend of the police.

- Oh, hi. - Right.

You know, Josie is going on

about someone pushing Paddy off the roof.

- Yeah. - Yeah. Poor thing.

Right. Well, and you're here because of that?

What, do you think there's something in it?

- Well, I'm reserving judgment. - Right.

Well, we can all save her the time, though, right?

- She's mad as a cut snake. - Oh, come on, mate.

She has gone a bit crazy. She doesn't want anyone's help.

I started a meal train for her, you know, where people volunteer

to provide dinner, and the neighbours really rallied.

Yeah, but then Heather saw her pouring the beautiful

vegan green curry into the wheelie bin

like it was, like it was poison or something.

- Yeah, not good. Hm. - Yeah.

Hey, I noticed that you guys have got

security cameras in front and back.

Do you think they captured any images

from the night that Paddy died?

Oh, yeah, maybe.

We hardly bother checking them 'cause

the dogs set them off quite a bit.

But, but the data is sent to my cloud,

so I mean, you can have a look at it if you want.

- I'd love that. Now? - Yeah, yeah. Come on through.

- Yeah, sure. Cool. - Great.

- Nice to meet you, Luke. - Yeah. Oh.

Actually, yeah. Yeah, take that if you need anything.

- Thanks. - Okay.

We definitely had our moments with Paddy.

Nothing like Luke and Heather, though.

Well, let's just say he wasn't much of a dog-lover.

Don't tell me he gave you a hard time about them.

Oh. Every single day.

But the little rascal used to, uh, get into his yard

and needs to, you know, dig underneath.

Only a couple of times, though, babe.

Ah, but Paddy used to get so wound up.

Yeah, I heard he had a heart attack.

- Like, right in front of you. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, lucky Mony was there.

Oh, well, it was instinct, really.

My training kicked in. Now, Alexa, I am making cocktails.

Would you like a little dirty martini?

- I'm good. - Okay.

Alright. Here we are. December 24th.

It, uh, buzzed about a half dozen times,

so you might be able to find something on there.

Can you airdrop that to me?

Uh, yes. Well, this computer's a bit ancient, but...

I think you mean you're the ancient one, babe,

who doesn't know how to work it.

Do you want me, uh, email it to you?

- Yeah, that'd be awesome. - Great.

Really appreciate your help.

Ah, anything to keep the peace.

Look, uh, the old boy fell off the roof, that's it.

You know, if you can convince Josie of that,

there'll be a lot of grateful people around there.

So I found a couple of things in the council records.

Madison, someone put an ugly collar on my cat.

An application from Luke and Heather

to build a new carport two years ago.

I didn't see no carport. Madison, the collar.

Yeah, that'll be because the building consent

was turned down, complaints from neighbours.

Our friends Paddy and Josie.

Collar. Any ideas?

It was on sale, and I couldn't resist.

- It's Christmas-themed. - It's red and green.

With snowflakes.

- It's cute, though, right? - No, not cute.

You may notice that the Christmas tree which you

installed in December was taken down January 1st

'cause I don't like it when seasons linger.

And I don't like it when they start too early.

Why can we not just live?

Why does everything have to be an occasion?

Oh, hey, turn on the TV.

This is the security-camera footage

from the other neighbours, Hamish and Monique.

Yeah, between August and November, Paddy called

the noise control on them seven times. Dogs barking.

Mm-hmm. Dogs, dogs, dogs.

That's the sound of Paddy hitting the ground.

15 exactly. Just like the police report said.

- Poor guy. - Let's go to the front view.

Here is just before the fall.

- Did you see that? - See what?

To the side of the house where Luke and Heather live,

the light changes.

Top middle. There it is again. Just over two hours later.

Someone leaving the house and tripping the censor light.

Luke or Heather?

Picking him.

Where would he be going at that time of night?

We were just having a coffee. Did you want one?

Um, no, thank you. I just... Oh, Monique. Hello.

- Hello. - Uh, this won't take long.

I just wanna ask a couple of questions.

Should we catch up later?

Or I can stay if you want.

Oh. Okay. Well, let's see.

Um, so 24th of December, where was Luke?

Um, here, with me.

Watching a silly Christmas movie,

after which we went to bed.

We were both fast asleep when Paddy fell off the roof.

At 10:15? Gosh.

That must have been an early night or a very short film.

So nobody came to visit about, uh, 10:10,

leaving shortly before 1:00?

As I said, we were in bed.

Sorry, this is just feeling a little bit like

they're still being harassed even after Paddy's gone.

No, just looking for answers.

Well, I think your answer is that

Josie needs some serious grief counselling.

And my husband and I need to be left alone.

Fair enough.

Hello. Come on through. Come on through.

Crikey! What do you guys do here? Oh, spacies.

Ah, like digital agency, PR.

You know, influencers, uh, content creators, artists.

- You know, it's good fun, huh? - Oh! Uh...

Oh, I was always bad at spacies. It makes me nervous.

- Yeah, so... - So?

Where were you the night that Paddy died?

Wow, it's, uh, sounds a lot like, did you kill the guy?

No, 'cause if I wanted to ask that, I'd just ask that.

I just wanna know if you were at home.

Right well, I actually, I don't, uh,

I don't have to tell you my personal business, so...

No, no, no, you don't have to tell me,

but, you know, if you want Josie

to stop with the accusations, let's just clear this up.

Ahem. Josie. Right.

I think you're giving her way too much credit.

Yeah. And I'm actually really busy, so...

No, no, if you need to get that other phone, wherever it is,

then, uh, please do,

- I have time. - And I have a big campaign.

So if you wanna humour that old bat, that's fine with me.

But don't ever come to my office again.

- Oh. - Do you want me to show you out?

- No, no. I know the way. - Yeah. Okay.

Is that right?

Yeah, well...

Town was empty this time last week.

Reuben, where the hell did all these people come from?

And why don't they go back there?

Uh, well, I kind of like having customers.

Coffee, please.

Hey, Beth. Happy New Year.

The year is weeks old. You can stop saying that already.

Oh, it's just Alexa. She's, uh, got a thing.

Yeah, post-Chrissy slump, I reckon.

You know, Luke's got a second phone.

I need to get my hands on it somehow.

Oy, Beth, you wanna steal a phone?

Oh, that's a great idea. Get her to pose as a client.

Go and see Luke and look for an opportunity to swipe it.

Did you get that? What kind of client?

I don't know, like, uh, content creator or, um, an influencer,

whatever kind of people Luke sees.

Madison will text you the address.

And what are we doing?

Well, you're going to be my moral support.

For what? - For my thing.

You know how the lingering seasons make me queasy?

- You okay up there? - Mm-hmm.

You know, you could have sent me up.

Hey.

- Okay, can you see me? - Yes.

Ouch. Oh, God. Ouch.

Okay. Can you see me now?

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

Oh, blast.

Hi.

Come on, you two.

Are you sure you don't need me to come up?

No, I think you'd have way too much fun.

I bet this is punishment for the Christmas-themed collar.

- Oh. Did you find something? - No. Nothing yet.

Well, you must have a theory. Why else would you be up there?

I'm just checking that the police haven't missed anything.

Well, of course, they missed something.

They missed the fact that my husband was murdered

and the people who did it is sitting right next door.

- This is cool. - No. Yeah.

Winners of the People's Choice Best Display.

We won that every year till they cancelled the voting in 2019.

The neighbours thought it wasn't

in the spirit of Christmas.

Sore losers, more like.

I wish I'd seen your display at night.

You still can.

I turn it on every evening in Paddy's honour.

And I will keep doing it until his killers

are brought to justice.

Look, if anyone can do that, Alexa can.

Josie, tell me about Paddy's heart complaint.

It was arrhythmia. But it wasn't his ticker that made him fall.

He had a pacemaker.

That and the pills kept him healthier than you or me.

And the coroner said the cause of death was the fall,

not a heart attack, right?

Exactly.

Ta-da.

Mm. And what am I looking at?

A business proposal.

I designed an app for Beth to pitch to Luke tomorrow.

Well, this looks extremely stupid.

I think Luke will love it.

Thank you.

You know, if that app existed, you would

definitely download it, Alexa.

Oh, I don't think so.

Hey, I'm going to check out Josie's lights.

- You wanna come? - No, thank you.

Chowder and I have things to discuss.

Okay. Bye.

An app which sends fake messages from your cat to an owner

when they're away. Who would want a thing like that, Chowder?

I mean, what kind of a weirdo wants messages

from their pussycat?

Who is a pussycat?

- Hello. - Hi.

So I'm here checking out Josie's light display.

- And, um... - And?

And there's something you need to see.

You're joking!

Oh, I'm next, am I?

Seriously, to take a hint. It's time for you to go.

- Oh. I better lock my-- - Go to a home or something.

You're nuts, completely nuts.

Well, I don't regret it. And he can sue me.

I don't give a flying toss.

Josie, you can't keep doing this.

Well, there's nothing else to do.

There's nobody to talk to, cook for,

have a glass of wine with.

I thought we'd go down together.

You know, there's people you read about

who die within days or hours of each other.

I just never expected to be living alone.

And don't tell me to get a cat.

I wouldn't dare. Cats are jerks.

Well, I quite like them, actually,

but it wouldn't be fair on the thing.

Not with those hairy rodents and collars across the fence.

Look, Josie, I know it's hard, alright? And...

Now, I hardly ever do this for people.

Well, not for anyone, actually.

But if you ever find that you're about to do something

that's gonna land you in a jail cell,

I want you to call me, alright?

And we will just talk rubbish

until the urge for revenge goes away.

Wow, and you are a brave woman.

You might be getting a lot of phone calls.

I'd rather that than you wind up on the end of legal proceedings.

Luke and Heather are starting legal proceedings.

Honestly.

They are allowed to be a little bit at peace.

Luke is not an innocent victim in all of this.

He's hiding something.

Guy's a bit of a prate, but do you really think

he'd kill someone over Christmas decorations?

I don't think it's that, but I've got another theory

which I'm hoping to confirm right about now.

Yeah, alright. Um, what, soda?

- Ooh. Yes, please. - Yeah, okay.

- So, um, I loved your prop. Yup. - You did?

Yeah, that's a really cool idea for an app.

I mean, it's on point, you know, like, I, uh...

Can you just imagine the crazy old cat ladies?

- They are gonna lap this up. - Uh-huh.

And you know what that means, right?

Alright!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Whoa!

- Can you... - Oh...

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry about that. Um...

Someone must have shaken it up. Let's just...

Who would do that?

You know, it's, it's not your fault, Beth.

I'll just, um, I'll grab a cloth. Yeah? Lily!

Uh... It's a really terrible first impression.

I'm-I'm really embarrassed.

- Um, actually, you know what? - Wow.

I don't think I'm ready. Hm. Ha-ha.

We... Sorry. What? You're not ready? What do you mean?

I think the soda was a sign. I don't think...

I don't think the app is ready, and I'm really sorry about this.

- But, hey, thank you. - Hey, I just said it's money.

It's... Don't worry about the so...

Beth came through. Luke's phone, both of them.

She didn't just swipe the burner phone?

Mm, she didn't know which it was.

Luke's got this vintage-retro vibe going

and both his phones are pretty alike.

I love it. Oh.

The guy calls the same number over and over again.

He makes it too easy for us.

So it looks like Luke really missed his lover

while he was away at the beach with his family.

What do you suppose his wife was doing when he sent this?

Oh, classy.

Okay, wait. Here's another one.

Here we go. "I think your neighbour saw us."

- Meaning Paddy? - Meaning Paddy.

Does that smell like a motive to you, hm?

Ooh, don't look now, but...

Oh, God! You didn't disable the location app?

I didn't think phones off would even have that ability.

Well, okay, we'll just be cool, fool.

Alexa, what are you doing here?

Luke! This is my coffee house. I live here.

With my phones.

Oh, your phones? Yeah. Here you go.

So you sent her, the girl with that, that cat app.

You know, I don't care if they're your mates.

I'm calling the cops.

Comes into my office, sprays soda all over me

and all over my desk, and then she steals my phones.

Luke, let's just take a walk, you and me.

You've really got a lot to learn about having an affair

and not getting caught, don't ya?

She's a brand manager.

And she comes to Auckland once a week.

- How do you know that? - Well...

Your phone blows up every Thursday.

You're not very good at this, Luke, are ya?

It's none of your business.

And it certainly has nothing to do with that old bat next door.

Well, considering you and your mistress were talking about

how that old bat next door's

now deceased husband saw you together,

well, yeah, I think it's my business.

Hold on! Do you...

Did you think I did something 'cause I wanted

to stop him telling anyone?

- Well, did ya? - No!

No!

I don't even know if he did see us.

Uh, Caroline was dropping me at the top of the street

one night, and he just happened to be

coming home from the grocery store or something.

Did he say anything to you about it ever?

No. Nothing came of it. Okay?

And... I, I don't want Heather finding out.

Okay, she doesn't know, and I don't want her finding out.

So tell me this. Where was your girlfriend the night Paddy died?

With me. Hotel down by the Viaduct.

On Christmas Eve?

I've got the receipt.

Well, don't let your wife find that.

What do you want, Alexa?

Are you gonna tell Luke's wife

that he's sleeping with his workmate?

No, but he's about to drop the legal proceedings

against Josie, so...

Yeah, Heather told me that Luke was at home with her

the night that Paddy died, watching TV.

Luke admitted that he's getting a bit of rumpty-pumpty

at the local hotel, so...

So she did lie. What, to give Luke an alibi?

Or to give herself one.

This is getting a bit over the top, isn't it?

Why did you lie for your husband?

You said that Luke was home with you that night.

Silly Christmas movie, early night.

That wasn't true.

Fine.

Luke wasn't home with me that night.

But he wasn't on next door's roof either.

So you know.

About the affair.

Some things are more important, keeping the family together,

not throwing everything away for a stupid phase.

My boys deserve a family.

So you were home on your own that night.

I was home with my boys.

They were in bed, and I didn't go anywhere.

I wouldn't leave them alone in the house,

not even for a minute.

She says she was home alone all night.

She could have popped out while the kids were sleeping

and while her husband was out doing whatever he was doing.

Having his early mid-life crisis.

So she could have. Might have.

Or as Harry says, maybe Paddy

just slipped and fell off the roof.

Nah, he doesn't believe that.

Hello, Alexa speaking.

Alexa, there's someone on my roof.

Are you sure?

Somebody's up there. I can hear them.

I'm gonna go out. So help me God.

I'm gonna get Paddy's cricket bat and I'm gonna...

Josie, do not do that. Just stay where you are.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

It's hard enough living without Paddy.

Now all this going on.

I know. Here you go. Have a hot choccy.

Go on.

Gets better, you know?

I mean, you'll always miss him,

but eventually the memories stop hurting your heart

and they just make you smile.

Mm, so anyway, I've had a really good look around

and I don't see anyone, but if you're worried,

I can get the canine unit from the police

to come and make sure no one's hanging around.

There is no point, they're long gone,

back next door to their designer couch.

Look. Thanks for coming, Alexa, but I'm fine.

Alright, just so long as you don't go

over there with a cricket bat.

What have I got to lose?

Well, quite a lot, actually.

I mean, this house, Paddy's house, his castle.

If those people get all litigious on you,

there'll be legal fees, there'll be fines.

I don't think you can afford to take them on.

Not financially, not emotionally.

So just you have a really good sleep tonight, alright?

I got this.

Someone was up on Josie's roof.

What on Earth were they doing there?

Hello?

Sorry, it's Monique's dogstagram.

Monique, who lives next door to Josie.

Oh, her with the two yapping mutts.

They may yap, but these dogs have a lot of followers.

I, uh, checked out the analytics,

and Monique is making major cash

even before the big sponsorship deal.

Something was up on that roof which made Paddy fall.

Maybe that's what our late-night

roof-walker was doing.

- Huh? - Removing evidence.

Whatever that evidence was.

Get out of it, you miserable creatures. Go on. Go!

Oi! Don't you shout at my babies.

They were on my property.

Careful, Josie. You don't wanna give yourself a heart attack.

Come on, babies, come on.

Come on, darling. Leave that miserable old witch alone.

That's it, girls. Come on, darling. Good girls.

Where did you go, little fella?

Do you know what this is?

Mm, no. Paddy did all the electrics.

Do you think it had something to do with his fall?

I don't know, but it's not there anymore.

I think someone came and took it down.

- The intruder from last night. - Yeah.

So now they're stealing our decorations, our electronics.

I wouldn't put it past them.

Hey, I heard Monique yelling at you before.

I'm used to it.

Don't have a heart attack. It's pretty cruel.

Hm, well, I've heard worse.

That little cow doesn't bother me.

So tell me about Paddy's pacemaker.

It was a lifesaver, literally.

Did it keep a digital record like some of them do?

It did. Downloaded all the data to our computer.

We used to joke the computer always knew

when something had got his heart racing.

Did you keep that data?

The record of my husband's heart beating?

I'm not likely to throw that away.

So if Paddy had a heart attack in July,

that means you've got, like, six months of data.

From the new one. Yeah.

The new one?

Paddy got his first pacemaker eight years ago,

but then he had to have it replaced.

- Because? - It malfunctioned.

That's what caused the heart attack.

The heart attack he had when he was fighting

with Hamish and Monique about their dogs?

Yeah.

So the police took a look at these, but they decided

there was nothing unusual in a pacemaker which failed

when its owner died in a fall.

It's doing its thing, beat, beat, beat until December 24,

and then the pacemaker stopped at 10:14

when Paddy hit the ground.

But in the security-camera footage from next door,

we hear Paddy fall at 10:15, on the dot.

So his heart failed and then he fell?

His pacemaker failed.

So it is an accident.

He had it replaced six months ago.

One pacemaker malfunctioning,

well, that looks like an accident, too.

It starts to look a little bit like murder.

New post from Bianca and Faye.

Oh, Monique's dogs are pinging you?

I subscribed, but in my defence, they are super cute.

And you've got to admire her

making a career out of what she loves.

Or she could have stayed in school.

Hey, don't judge a book by its cover.

Monique was a registered nurse.

Let me have a look at that.

I knew you couldn't resist. It's okay. We call it hate-scrolling.

Oh. Babies on home detention.

Yes. And you will note different collars for different seasons.

So it totally is a thing.

Send me that, would you?

Am I missing something?

I think that we have been looking over the wrong fence.

Honey, hold the dogs.

- Well, hello again. - Hi, Hamish. Got a sec?

Sure.

So, what's this all about?

But more drama with crazy old Josie, is it?

Well, it's more about proving how crazy old Josie isn't.

You see, she was right about one thing.

Someone did deliberately cause her husband

to fall off that roof.

What she was wrong about was who.

Not sure what you're trying to say.

Well, let's face it. Nobody liked Paddy or Josie.

But for you guys it was all about, well, Bianca and Faye

and how they used to tunnel under that fence

to get to Paddy and Josie's property.

Well, and we tried to, you know, fix the problem many a times.

Yeah, you did. You, uh, bought one of these.

Gives the dogs a little shock

every time they try to get past it, right?

I mean, it's like an invisible electric fence.

- Isn't it? - And?

And you stopped using yours. How come?

Well, Monique thought it was cruel.

It is cruel. Poor babies cried every time they went near it.

- Oh, yeah. - Which upset Paddy even more.

I mean, we couldn't win.

And he got so wound up,

he had a heart attack.

I-I thought we, I thought we told you all that.

Yeah, but it wasn't a heart attack because he got wound up.

It was his pacemaker.

Did you know that these electric pet-fence systems,

they can interfere with pacemakers,

they can cause them to glitch?

- No. - Yes.

Oh, yeah, yeah, it's documented.

And anyone with medical training would know that.

That first heart attack, that's how you got the idea.

- Wasn't it, Monique? - Excuse me.

Don't come in here and talk to my wife

like that.

24th of December, you popped that dog fence up on the roof.

And then you unplugged the reindeer, knowing that

Paddy would just have to get up there and fix it.

And when he did, well, that put Paddy and his new pacemaker

right next to the fence again!

Oh, it malfunctioned, and then bam, he has a heart attack,

and then, bam, he falls off the roof.

Eyewitnesses and all.

And you didn't have to do anything but sit back

and watch the police deem it an accident.

Didn't even have to get that fence down.

You just left it up there in plain view

until I came along, and then, ooh, you had a little panic,

got up there in the night and took it back down again.

You need to stop. Okay, this is outrageous.

A man's life is less important than those mutts.

Those are my babies! My children.

And that mean old prick threatened them.

He said he was gonna throw poison meat over the fence.

- Mony? - He did, Hamish.

- You heard him, babe. Remember? - Yes.

He didn't mean it. And I told you that at the time.

They are everything to me. Everything!

And you do everything to protect them,

everything to protect that sponsorship deal.

Don't you say that. It was never about the money.

My God, Monique.

This is my family.

It's my family.

- Babe, I did this for us. - Don't touch me, please.

Well...

Say goodbye to your fur babies, Monique.

I know, I know.

Watch out for the dogs. Vicious.

Feliz Navidad.

- It's February. - Yeah, I know.

I'm just a little late with the festive wishes.

Go on. It's the good stuff.

Who'd you steal it from?

Oh, reooow!

Actually, I had three interviews

with a boutique winery owner out west, he was looking

for someone to take care of his private gardens.

- Really? - Yeah, yeah.

He asked me to put a putting green down

the side of his place, tropical gardens

around the pool, big Palm Springs vibe out front.

Thought it looked amazing, if I do say so myself.

- Well, that's great. - Yeah.

Congratulations.

I didn't get the job.

- Eh? - Yeah. No.

What, you did this guy's landscaping for free and--

- Yeah. Alright. - Oh!

- He scammed you! - Alright, uh, yeah, yeah.

Got a little bit scammed. Okay?

The conman gets conned. What goes around comes around, huh?

And around again because I noticed he never locked the door

to his wine cellar, so, yeah.

Merry Christmas to me.

I thought we could crack it open.

- Nah, we've given up drinking. - Hey?

But it'll make an excellent re-gift.

This is very nice.

Very expensive, too.

Oh? Well, I'll save it for best.

He is lovely. Your boyfriend?

Oh, he's just my coffee guy.

Oh, yeah. And he's helping out today because?

- Because I asked him nicely. - Mm-hmm.

Hi. Um, I just wanted to see if you needed a hand.

No, I don't.

Um, no, thank you.

Oh, and, um, please pass on my thanks to Heather

for the rum balls she sent over.

Oh the bliss balls. Yeah. No rum.

Just activated almonds, cashews, dates,

a little bit of Himalayan sea salt.

Yeah, I-I will.

Lovely.

No wonder they tasted like sawdust.

- Hiya! - Come on, Madison.

I'll pop the kettle on. We can have a toast to my Paddy.

- Oh, is that what I think it is? - Easter eggs.

- In the shops already? - Everywhere.

What the hell is wrong with people?

We got Christmas songs in October.

- Easter eggs in Feb-- - You want one?

Look, it's not that I don't like them.

It's just that I just don't wanna be bullied

into buying stuff at any particular year.

- Bullied into it? - It's like Valentine's Day.

Take Valentine. That really rubs me up the wrong way.

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