(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
- 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 marvellous club.
Charlie's widow has a new bloke.
- Ray Jones. - Will Crowe.
- 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.
- 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.
- (EXHALES)
- Where did you go last night?
- I wanted to talk to him.
I wanted him to know...
what it cost me.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
- Ray Jones, otherwise known as Raynor Johnson.
- Mm? - 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 10pm and 11pm Thursday night.
The 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?
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.
It 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.
(SIGHS)
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, OK?
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)
OK, is this an official police interview?
Cos if it's not, then I got places to be and murder weapons to find.
- Look, I know you didn't kill the guy. The evidence is kind of stacking up against―
- 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. -Hatethe station.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
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- Police station coffee is like water with a dash of soil.
- Ah. I'll make you one. - Mm.
- Makes a change, eh ― me picking herup from the cop shop.
- You OK, 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 no, 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, all right? And I― He's under pressure.
The people upstairs will be pushing him to make an arrest.
- Yikes. - Here.
- 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.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
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. - Yeah.
- 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.
- Oh, 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? - Well, she was FaceTiming with me.
Yeah, we had a good old bitch about our men, then hers died.
Donovan's still around, of course.
- ALEXA ON PHONE: What can you see? - Nothing. I couldn't get near the blimmin' 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.
I'll 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.
- Well... 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.
Uh, it's Phoebe, right? - Yeah.
- Yeah, Will. I was a... friend of Ray's.
Listen, 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. - (CHUCKLES)
- Let's go, Phoebs. - Hm?
- You need something to calm the nerves. - Ah.
- 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'm trying 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?
- Huh. Something I said? - It's not somethingyousaid, no.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
- 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.
(DOORBELL BUZZES) Oh.
Good morning!
- You know, it sounds like you think they were all in on it together. - Hmm.
(DOOR OPENS) - They definitely have a kind of creepy, cliquey vibe going on, so...
- Hey. - Hey.
- I got some news in from forensics.
The autopsy shows the golf club at the scene is definitely not what killed Ray.
It was a nine-iron. Bigger shape and angle ― not a match for his injuries.
- Not going to say it. - I'll say it if you like.
- Say what? - She― - BOTH: Told you so.
- Right.
I'm really sorry, Alexa. - So you should be, Harry. As if Alexa had anything to do with―
- 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 SHUTS)
- Yeah, I know.
OK, just don't break anything.
(LIGHT, CURIOUS MUSIC)
- You know, he's liking this about as much as we are.
Where are you going?
- If you want to get a job done properly, Madison...
(DING-DONG!)
(LOW, SNEAKY MUSIC)
Phoebe?
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) (HUMS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(DISTANT VOICES)
- ...Mm-hm! - We're in this together.
(GARAGE DOOR OPENS) - I don't know what I'd do without you two.
- Well, you guys didn't make too much of a mess, thank you very much.
- Hey ― 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 it toofar.
- But I think that Nadia's paranoid husband was on to something. Those women do everything together.
- Can I speak now? - OK, check it out. Now, this is what Ray was working on.
It's his custom-built golf ball finder.
- Hmm. - Did I see it that night?
No, cos it was dark and cos I had a lot on my mind.
But didyoufind 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.
- Look, Harry ― you've been suspended. But, hey, look on the bright side.
- What, 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.
- Ugh. Pesky rules.
Look, you can go home and mope, or you can help me catch a killer... who's out there.
OK? 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.
- OK. What time do you want me tomorrow?
- Good boy.
(FUNKY MUSIC)
If Ray was out fumbling around for balls in the dark, he would have had this with him.
(CELL PHONE 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.
- WHISPERS: 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 email. 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 divorcee.
- Thanks, Mads.
What do you know about Iris' late husband?
- Nothing. We had no reason to look at him. Why?
- What are you wearing? - What?
- All right, come on. We've got to stop at yours on the way to Iris' 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.
- Oh, it was awful, that day.
- 'Scuse me.
- Oh, hi.
- (SNIFFLES) Hi. - Hey. Oh, you OK?
- (CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, I'm just... having a moment ― another one.
- Is there anything I can do?
- My friends said I shouldn't talk to you because you're Alexa Crowe's brother.
- No, I don't talk to Alexa. I mean, she's a suspected murderer.
It's, uh... It's really hard for me.
- They also said you are a widow hunter and a gold-digger.
- Eh? - Yeah.
- Well, they say things happen in threes, so, all due respect...
(CHUCKLES) 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 is gonna want me. I'm gonna be alone. (LAUGHS)
- No. - Yeah! (SOBS) - Hey, hey.
Some guys might... find it a turn-on. - What? (SNIFFLES)
- Anyway, look, let's take a seat, and I'll tell you a joke, give you a drink?
- Great. - Come on.
- Wow, nice. What are you waiting for, Detective?
- Just be careful and quiet and quick.
- All the things I always am.
Go, go, go, go, go.
- Could I make you a green tea? - Oh no. I'm fine, thank you.
- Take a seat.
- Just wanted to ask you a couple of questions, if that's OK.
- 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.
- OK. Did you get any phone calls from anyone, or any meal delivery? Anything like that?
- No. Is that a problem?
- No, no, no. - Mm-hm. - Just...
getting 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.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
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 how sometimes you just... you just get in the zone?
And you keep going and going and going and going,
and then you wake up, and it's, like, 5 in the morning?
Well, that is seven hours' work right there.
- Wow. Yeah, that's impressive. - Thank you.
- Well, that was a completely unauthorised 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' late husband was a doctor ― an academic doctor, but still.
- Relevance? - And Irisnearlywas a doctor.
She got her Masters in linguistics, got diplomas and awards,
but it looks like she never finished her PhD.
- You found all of this out just now? - Yes, I'm quite good.
- OK. 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.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Eh? - That's so good.
- Yeah, feeling better already? - Yeah. - Cooee!
- Ugh. - Ah.
- 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. - Oh, 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's to die for. - No.
- OK, maybe think about it some― - Oi. She said no, mate.
Whatever it is you're offering, she doesn't want any ― clearly.
- OK. Thank you very much, Mr Crowe.
Maybe just think about it some more.
- Thank you.
- Whatishe offering?
- Say that again.
- Ricardo wants to bury Ray Jones on the golf course.
- Well, that's taking life membership a bit far, isn't it? - (CHUCKLES)
- Tax avoidance. - Well spotted, sis.
- Wait ― I'm so confused. What...?
- If a body is buried on the grounds of the club, it becomes a cemetery. That's a huge tax write-off.
- OK. Learn something new every day. - Yeah.
As far as tax avoidance goes, it's a little too much, even for me.
- But is it a motive for murder?
(LAID-BACK, FUNKY MUSIC)
- 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 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 you gonna do that? He's dead. - Well, his widow would know.
- What, his widow that hates you with a vengeance?
- Yeah, but she doesn't hate my brother.
(LIGHT, QUIRKY MUSIC)
- Oh, yeah. He was 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.
- Ah. - Mm.
- 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 Ricardodidsuggest that maybe we should bury his ashes at the fifth hole.
- Mm.
- 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, OK.
But where's the evidence? - Just be patient, Harry.
- Hey, can you hurry it up? You know this stuff makes me anxious.
And Ricardo seems like an OK 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.
- Eh?
- 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.
OK. Come out.
Try harder. (DOOR RATTLES)
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.
- READS: '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. (READS) Iris Coddington stole a blanket from the wellness centre.
Naughty Iris. - Nothing gets past Ricardo.
But go back to the page that I folded.
- Mm-hm... Oh. (READS) 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... It should be realeasy to get his attention.
- Excuse me. Please leave.
Excuse me. - Mm-hm?
- I don't wanna have to call the cops. OK? Their 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? Wha― Keeping notes on...? - Oh, you know ―
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.
OK? Our members are some of society's elite. Reputation is everything.
- (EXHALES) So you're trying to blackmail them?
- No ― absolutely not!
(CHUCKLES)
- Well?
- I'm actually writing a tell-all memoir, OK?
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.
- Wha― - Whoa, 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― I did not trap Charlie and Donovan in the sauna, OK?
I heard the banging, and then I went in there, and then― and there they were.
And, yes, I found this jammed under the door.
- So you decided to hide it in your desk?
- Well, I just― I thought it was just a silly prank.
- When Charlie died, you offered Phoebe the opportunity to bury his remains at the fifth hole...
And 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, OK?
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?
Yeah, so clients relax inside with a magazine and a woolly blanket while the air pressure's elevated
until they're breathing 100% oxygen. And it's... yeah.
- There'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. - Mm.
- Wool. - Very nice.
Hey ― can I take one of these?
- Uh... - Oh, I'll bring it back.
- Can you make sure you do? Cos they're super expensive. - Sure.
- OK. Ooh. Excuse me, I've just got to...
- Yeah.
Hey, Mads? Hey. Try to get invited to Iris' place.
There's something I need you to look for.
(SOOTHING FLUTE MUSIC PLAYS)
(WATER GENTLY TRICKLES)
- Thanks so much for including me. - Shh.
(SOOTHING MUSIC CONTINUES)
- 'Scuse me, I just got to go to the loo.
(CAUTIOUS MUSIC)
(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)
I'm looking, OK?
- OK, I'm just checking.
- Do people usually have more than one linen cupboard? - Keep looking.
Try the closets off the office.
- OK. 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)
- 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 babbling on about?
- Remember the blanket that you stole from the club two and a half months ago?
- Yes, I― I did.
I took one, but I, um... I returned it as soon as I realised.
- 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.
- Just 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.
WHISPERS: Kaboom. - 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.
(LIGHT, FUNKY MUSIC)
(CAT CATERWAULS)
- Chowder? - Oh, if he's beating up the neighbour's cat again, I swear...
- Chowder! Here puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss.
Here puss, puss, puss― Oh! Good boy. There's a good boy. Hello, darling.
- What time do you call this, buddy? - She's right.
Why can't you stay inside like a good indoor cat, huh? - (MIAOWS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
- 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.
(SNIFFLING)
And if it wasn't for my ladies, I just― I don't know how I would have got through.
So to my best girls, Iris and Nadia,
thank you, thank you.
And also... what are you doing next week?
- Next week?
- You're taking me on a grief holiday. That is what!
- (GASPS) - No way.
- Summer holiday in Europe with my girls!
- So, come to see that you'd 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. - (SCOFFS) 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?
(HISSES) Ow.
- Careful. (CHUCKLES)
You'll wind up like, um... Sleeping Beauty.
- Hm.
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 was, uh, Nadia who swiped me.
She was dancing rather enthusiastically at a, uh, silent disco we went to you last week.
Can you imagine? - Well, false nails can be brutal.
- 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 alwaysimply 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.
(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)
- 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 groupchat
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 centre right before Charlie's last treatment.
OK, that is interesting.
Hello?
- Uh, yeah. Hi. - You all right? - 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? - Cos I'm looking at it.
- Hi, Iris.
Nice day for a walk. Love a walk. - You're rather taking the glow off it, so if you don'tmind...
- 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 Iwas 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?
Cos 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.
Yeah, my guess is that you did some research and found out that Raynor Johnson, as he was thenknown,
was driving the car that killed my husband, Gary, in Melbourne.
Realising 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...
blewhimselfup.
- Iris, no, he didn't.
He knew the health and safety rules, and so did you.
So you borrowed a wellness centre 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.
(BOOM!) - (YELPS) 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.
Cos you knew what Phoebe was about to go through, and you'd been through all that with your ownhusband.
- Jakob.
It's completely different.
- I know.
Jakob was a good man.
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, just risking everything for my friend.
- Oh, I wouldn't say 'generous'.
See, the reason you killed him is that he was being a fun-sucker.
Phoebe'syourdrinking 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.
- (YELLS)
- 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,
cos you needed to put the final nail in my coffin. - If you say so, Alexa.
- Cat says so. - You've lost me. (CHUCKLES) I don't know what you―
- You see, he doesn't much like strangers,
especially 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.
(GRUNTS) Dammit, Iris!
Iris! - No.
No!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
- Iris, no.
No!
- (GASPS)
(WAVES CRASH)
- Iris, don't.
- LAUGHS WRETCHEDLY: Wouldn't that be so funny if I slipped and fell?
And then another person gets killed from the club
and the Black Widow is 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?
- Jeez, Iris.
What did I ever do to you? - Don't. No, don't...
come near me.
- OK.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You know, 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...
well, I kinda 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 have 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?
- Well... (LAUGHS) We have a ball!
- By turning your friends against their partners? Making them fight for your attention?
God.
Making Phoebe a widowtwice?
Look, I get it, all right? But...
It is lonely,
and it hurts.
It is really hard.
Cos you go through life, and there's part of you missing, and you know that nobody understandsthat.
But the wretched times don't last.
Good friends can pull you out of them.
Friends remind you that life is great.
(SOFT, SOMBRE MUSIC)
I just wish you'd have let them.
- I don't have any.
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (SIGHS)
(SEAGULLS CRY IN DISTANCE)
- I'm glad you got off, sis. You had me worried there for a bit.
- Oh, what? You actually thought I did it? - Nah, 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.
- Oh. - Sand in your sandwiches? - Oh, I'd love to, but nah.
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.
- Si. (CHUCKLES)
I'll send you a postcard. Arrivederci. Ciao, bella.
- Too nice.
(SENSUAL, ZESTY MUSIC)
- MADISON: 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 could get used to this ― if I didn'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.
And seriously, you guys, all of you...
thanks, from... (SIGHS) Well, you know.
- No. For what, Alexa?
- For standing by me ― for better or for worse.
- Well, you're definitely better now.
- Yeah. Nowhere near as scary as you used to be.
- What, even with a murder accusation? - Oh...
- OK, who thought I'd done it? OK ― even just for a second. Who thought I might have?
- No, do not answer that. - (CHUCKLES) - OK, now I'm scared again.
- I've never been scaredofAlexa. Just scaredforher, you know?
- All right, now you guys are ruining my soppy moment.
I was just trying to say something. - Well, go on. What?
- Say it. - Nah ― moment's lost.
- Aw, Alexa. - Say it.
- Alexa, come on. - Come on.
- Come on!
- # If the moon don't mind me by your side...
- (SIGHS)
- # I'll light your way through the darkest night.
- I was just going to say that I didn't mind...
well, I loved that you guys had my back.
- We'll take that, I reckon. - Anything else?
- And I quite like you being around. (ALL LAUGH)
- # I'll light your way.
# I'll light your way.
(MUFFLED YELLING)
# I'll light your way.
# I'll light your way. #
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