North Shore (2023) s01e04 Episode Script
Episode 4
Look, the important thing is
that we've got Sophie's laptop.
You're way out of line.
So, Macklin's business empire
is this complex web of
offshore shell companies.
Looks like a classic
effort to evade tax.
If Sophie were threatening
to expose him
Then you've got a motive for murder.
I need you here to make sure the
sale of Winston Station goes through.
Well, I'm doing all I can.
Oh, that company structure
that you set up for me?
I don't want you to worry, but the
police have been sniffing around.
I think I put them off the scent.
I was in love with you.
I still am.
I never stopped loving you.
You look hot.
I thought I might wear
it to the Boab Ball.
Oh, hell yeah! Ooh. Oh.
Sorry.
We need to find her.
Is this Erica?
I'm meeting her. In an hour.
Same deal: I go alone.
Max, no.
(SIREN CHIRPS)
Stay where you are.
Erica Peyton, I'm arresting you
for the supply of a prohibited drug.
What the fuck are you doing?
What you should have.
Sir, I wish to make a formal complaint
about the behaviour of DS Driscoll.
She knew I had an
agreement with the witness.
You need to understand that DS
Driscoll is under a lot of pressure,
mainly coming from me.
We need a breakthrough,
and this young woman
might just give us it.
I was going to question her.
You do recall you don't
have any jurisdiction here?
That's why she was
prepared to speak to me.
DRISCOLL: You can choose to have
legal representation if you wish.
ERICA: How am I going
to afford a lawyer?
Maybe out of the 20K
you stole from Sophie.
Makes a good point.
(SCOFFS) She said I could borrow it.
She was dead.
Look, I'm not going to say anything.
I shouldn't even be here.
That Pommy cop gave me his word
that I wouldn't be arrested.
Well, it wasn't his word to give.
So
tell us about the 20 grand.
Look, you're not going
to do yourself any favours
by not cooperating, Erica.
She'd be willing to cooperate if
you hadn't made deals with her.
That deal got us
Sophie's laptop, remember?
And a fat lot of good that did us.
OK, stop.
We are on the same team, remember?
I know that.
(SCOFFS)
OK, any more of that and you'll
both be in the naughty corner.
Right.
Question is, how best to get Erica
to give up what she knows
about Sophie's murder?
Charge her: possession
and supply of drugs.
Use that as leverage.
We don't have enough to
make any charges stick.
She doesn't know that. Might
be enough to rattle her cage.
Let's keep that as our backup.
Now, you say she was
willing to talk to you?
She was.
Now she thinks I betrayed her.
Still, might be worth a try.
Sir, DS Drummond is not
part of the investigation.
Just making a suggestion, Meg.
It's your case.
It's your call.
They seriously think
I'm going to talk to you?
No, they don't.
- But I thought you might.
- (SNIGGERS)
Think again, dumbass.
I let you down, Erica.
I didn't keep my end of the bargain.
I wanted to, but somebody didn't let me.
And I'm supposed to trust you now?
I'd understand why you wouldn't.
The police may threaten
you with a drugs charge,
but they don't have enough
evidence to get a conviction.
But they can go looking for evidence,
and we both know that shouldn't
be very hard to come by.
This is a murder investigation,
and that's what I'm interested in
finding Sophie's killer.
And the fact that you were flogging
a few pills on a party boat
I only care about that to the extent
that it's got anything
to do with her death.
It doesn't.
I've given you the laptop.
That's what this is about.
We're still investigating the laptop.
We just need to explore all avenues.
The pills on the boat, I mean,
they are not why she was killed.
I mean, you're talking handfuls
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just told you they
don't have enough evidence.
Don't give them any more.
Look, whoever was selling
pills, right, they're small fry.
And so is the guy above them.
But he's the next rung on the
ladder, so we do need to speak to him.
I've got a pretty good idea who that is.
I just need you to confirm it.
I can say I've had my picture
taken with the next prime minister.
Oh! Well, I hope so.
- Thank you so much.
- Not a problem.
Sorry.
You say no once, and the media
call you aloof and unapproachable.
And the voters care more about that
than your policy on health care?
- What?
- Nothing.
I was thinking about
what might have been
If we'd got together?
Maybe we'd be a power
couple, like the Clintons.
Except he won, and she lost.
Well, I'm glad you're
staying a little longer.
I can relax with you.
You're in the midst of an election.
You shouldn't be relaxing.
True.
One lunch, we can explain away.
Any more, and that in
itself will become a story.
Then have dinner with me.
As stupid ideas go, that beats Brexit.
Not in public.
Your hotel has room service, doesn't it?
Greg, any chance of a
photo with you, mate?
Of course.
- Thanks.
- Not a problem.
- Who's this little man?
- Ha.
Oi!
Oscar Aruzzi, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the
supply of a class A drug.
- What?
- We require you to come to the station.
I want a lawyer.
You got one on speed dial?
Oh, mate, I'm getting arrested.
Some bullshit about drugs
- All right, I'll be taking that.
- Can you get me a lawyer?
Not without a warrant.
All right, mate, let's go.
Come on.
Damo, can you finish the cutting, mate?
You missed a bit, Damo.
What time do you think you'll be back?
Christ knows.
Lloyd says they're going to want
to go to the casino after dinner.
My idea of hell.
So, later than midnight, you think?
More like dawn.
Oh.
Sarge, I've downloaded the
photos from Oscar's phone.
You might want to take a look at this.
Jesus.
What is that?
Oh, sorry.
I didn't recognise it out of context.
What do you call a female dick pick?
Snatch shot?
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, come on. That wasn't bad.
Can we tell whether it's Erica?
It isn't.
Sophie.
She sent these to Oscar's phone
a week before she was murdered.
Steph, I've got this.
We just need a quick word.
Won't take long.
Why don't you show us to a table?
Try to be discreet.
Were Sophie and Oscar sleeping together?
They were sexting each other.
Bullshit.
You might want to be discreet too.
These pictures were
sent to Oscar's phone.
Sophie sent them.
Seriously?
Shit.
You bastard, Oscar!
I knew you two were at it.
You can absolutely get
fucked. Do you hear me?
We actually have Oscar's phone.
You know, uh
You know Sophie went back to Tom's
dad's house the night she died?
What?
Check Oscar's phone.
It'll show a call to me around 11:30.
That was Sophie letting
me know where she was.
She couldn't use her own phone
Because she dropped it off
the boat during the party.
Tom threw it overboard.
Why have you kept this to yourself?
Because Oscar begged me to.
He thought that if you knew
she went back to the house,
it might make him and Tom look guilty.
Well, he was right about that.
I'm expecting a call from the PM.
No, not at all.
Shall I order us some drinks, Minister?
Oh, um I don't think we need
to keep you two. Do you, Greg?
No, no. It's probably best we
keep this briefing off the record.
Why don't you and Justin take
yourselves down to the bar,
get to know one another?
Sure.
What do you think
they're doing up there?
I hope it's nothing substantive
without officials present.
That would be quite inappropriate.
I'm pretty sure it's inappropriate.
Nothing to do with trade.
Relations of another kind,
if you know what I mean.
I don't, actually.
You're aware they used to be lovers?
Abigail and ?
No.
Jesus! You're a close adviser.
Well, not close in that sense.
I know they used to be friends.
Friends with benefits, which
I assume they've resumed.
Surely they wouldn't take
a risk like that? Not now.
You haven't been in this
game very long, have you?
Politicians are, by
their nature, risk takers.
They're drawn to it. They're
like moths to a flame.
They think they can
get away with anything.
Most of the time they're right.
What should we do?
Have another drink.
And store it away for your memoirs.
Sit.
I'll get you some dinner.
How was your day?
Good. Yeah.
I think we've made a breakthrough.
You don't seem that happy about it.
No, I am.
Is it because you don't relish
the thought of going home?
(SIGHS)
I'll miss you.
I've liked having you around.
Well, I've enjoyed being here.
Beer?
Thanks.
Hamish not in?
Working late again.
Do you think he might
be having an affair?
Don't pretend it hasn't occurred to you.
Yeah, I'm a cop. I'm
naturally suspicious.
I'm not sure I'd be
that upset if he was.
For the boys, but
You should be happy.
You should, too.
Have you heard from Anna?
So that's why you're down.
Oh, well
Thank you.
Actually, no. No, no. It's work.
It's my colleague. She's very difficult.
But you respect her?
(DOOR OPENS)
I believe in playing by the book.
Still, you made a breakthrough, so
she must be doing something right.
Hey, sweetheart.
Sorry I'm late.
(KISSES)
- Hi, Max.
- Hello, mate.
That looks nice. Is there any for me?
I did save some for you,
but then you didn't tell
me when you'd be home,
so I gave it to Max.
- Ah.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Take the rest of it.
- No, no, that's fine. It's
There's probably
something in the fridge.
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
I think Google was invented
just so I could keep up
with what you were doing.
You are so full of shit.
- (LAUGHS)
- (GIGGLES)
And you see that.
Most don't.
Well, let's hope it stays that way
until after you're elected.
This reminds me of college.
Sitting in bars,
waiting for my roommate to
finish screwing his boyfriend.
Your roommate was gay?
Oh, bloody hell. It's Simon.
Oh, shit!
Cut him off.
- Cut him off.
- Simon!
Simon?
Hi.
You didn't go to the casino?
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Saving grace of an awful night.
Well, you should come for a drink.
Come tell me about it.
No, I think I'll turn in.
Yeah. No, I should as well.
I'm on, uh
12.
No.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
Darling, you're home early.
Dinner didn't go well.
Don Carlos walked out.
Oh, dear.
Was it something you said?
This isn't funny, Abigail.
The whole deal could fall through.
The sheep station.
- Did you have someone over for dinner?
- Ben.
We were going over the trade deal.
Do you know, I ran into him
in the lobby and the lift.
He really is a moron.
Ah.
I thought we might go to Manly tomorrow.
I'd like to see where Sophie lived.
Vote Hardy for the future of Australia.
Skinny flat white, extra hot. Right?
Thanks.
Sarge, Oscar Aruzzi's lawyer's here.
How'd you sleep?
So we'll park the charge
of drug possession for now.
Let's talk about Sophie
Chalcott some more.
Erica says that Sophie
called her on your phone
from Tom's dad's house late
on the night she was murdered.
What?
That's bullshit.
I remember Oscar calling Erica,
but Sophie definitely wasn't there.
Really?
You remember that phone call?
Well, yeah.
I mean, like I told you, Oscar
and Erica had had a row earlier,
and he was trying to make up with her.
Erica says the row was
between you and Sophie.
It sounds like she's telling
more than one lie, then.
It's possible that Erica's
just made all this up.
You know, woman scorned.
I believe her.
Hey?
A couple of days ago, you
fancied her for the murder.
And you told me I need
to keep an open mind.
Oh, no, no, you've changed your mind.
It's not the same thing.
(SIGHS) You just can't
please some people.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Going down. (BEEPS)
ABIGAIL: That girl
looks a bit like Sophie.
So many of them do.
I can see why she loved it out here.
At their age, it must seem
like anything is possible.
I'm sorry. Is this painful for you?
There's something I need to tell you.
But not here.
Shall we get some lunch?
Hiring yourself out as a
wedding venue, Mr Macklin?
Do I look like I need the extra cash?
I'm hosting a charity
bash: the Boab Ball.
Probably read about it.
Oh, yes?
The big end of town swig
champagne in aid of a good cause.
Oh, careful, Detective Sergeant.
Your prejudice is showing.
So how much will a ticket set me back?
A thousand bucks.
I do believe there is still a few left.
You don't say?
I'll be there.
BOTH: You?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My brother-in-law's bought a ticket.
Hamish Sweeney.
You might know him, he's
kind of a big cheese.
Maybe that's just in his own mind.
Anyway, he can't come,
and so I'm his wife's plus one.
Hmm.
So, what can I do for you?
This is a warrant for your CCTV footage
from the night that Sophie
Chalcott was murdered.
And you think she was here?
That's what a witness has told us.
Well, she didn't come over here
that night, as far as I'm aware.
The footage?
You'd be welcome to
it, if there were any.
These cameras are for show.
Really?
Yeah, they used to work,
then they kept going wrong.
Finally I thought, bugger it.
Cameras alone act as a deterrent.
Could we see the equipment, Mr Macklin?
Your overseas colleague doesn't
trust me, Detective Sergeant.
They're a distrustful lot, the Poms.
Thorough, though.
Mmm.
Come on.
Just over here.
Ta-da!
When did you last have
equipment in there, sir?
I don't know.
Nine months, something like that.
No shortage of high-tech gear, is there?
Why didn't you replace it?
I don't spend money unnecessarily.
Just possibly why I have so much.
So, come on, then.
You said you had something to tell me.
As you know, the sale of Winston
Station is all very hush-hush.
I haven't told a soul.
When it's announced,
shares in Lloyd's company
will leap in value.
Anticipating that,
I took a position
that will earn me a substantial
profit when the sale goes ahead.
Isn't that insider dealing?
No.
Well, arguably. It's a grey area.
But anyway, I've been very
careful to cover my tracks.
The thing is, I thought the sale
would have gone ahead by now.
And it would have if your trade
deal with Australia had been agreed.
But because it hasn't,
the buyers for Winston Station
are dragging their feet.
And that's just a tactic, surely.
Yes, they still want to buy,
but they just want to
drive the price down.
And with it the profit on
your questionable trading.
As things stand, I'm looking
at making a significant loss.
How much?
- Well, that depends.
- How much, Simon?
I'm on the hook for 2 mill.
Jesus Christ.
I thought I was going to make a fortune.
2 million!
We'll have to sell the house.
Not if you strike a trade deal.
What, I'm supposed to
write government policy
to save your grubby little deal?
Does Lloyd know about this?
Oh, God, no.
Even if it's not illegal,
it's certainly unethical.
Well, I can't help you.
You have to.
The longer there's no trade agreement,
the more the share price is falling.
It's corrupt, Simon.
You could go to prison.
By the sounds of it, you should.
This sale is going to make a
fortune for Lloyd and his mates.
Why shouldn't I see some of that?
Because they're smart, Simon.
And you're just a fucking accountant!
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm doing an interview for
Australian television tomorrow.
I can talk up the prospects of a deal.
That should mitigate your loss.
As soon as the share
price spikes, you sell.
Do you understand?
And then we'll see how much
of a hole you've dug us.
I've lost my appetite.
Do you have enough to pay the bill?
You just made that?
Yes, sir.
Then we're good to go.
Well, we're making progress, sir.
Have you caught the killer?
We're closing in.
I'm not the media. Don't bullshit me.
What have we got?
Conflicting accounts.
Erica says that Sophie
called her from Tom's.
The boys say she wasn't there.
11:42 pm, a call was made
to Erica from Oscar's phone,
but, of course, Sophie had lost hers.
Well, there's disputes about that too.
Tom says that Sophie dropped her
phone off the side of the party boat.
Erica says that Tom
threw her phone overboard.
You're being very quiet.
I'm purely an observer, sir.
Oh, well, let's presume the
boys are telling the truth.
What follows from that, Cindy?
That Erica's lying, sir.
Which would imply that
she has something to hide.
Is it 'imply' or 'infer'?
Imply.
I thought you were an observer.
I'm making an observation.
Carry on, PC Yoo.
Well, Erica did steal that
$20,000 from Sophie's account,
and we only have her word
that Sophie feared for her life
because of the laptop.
Well, let's presume Erica
Peyton is telling the truth.
DC Hooper?
Well, then, the boys have
conspired together to lie.
CCTV puts them at a
nightclub between 12 and 2am.
It could be that they
went there in an attempt
to establish a false alibi.
What would their motive be?
Well, there are the
compromising photos of Sophie
that she sent to Oscar's phone.
You'd think Tom wouldn't
be too happy about that.
Have you shown them to him?
He laughed them off.
Said that Sophie sent the
pictures to Oscar as a prank.
In my day, a prank was putting
shaving cream in someone's shoe.
Different generation, sir.
Do we have any evidence that either
of the boys is capable of violence?
Well, there's Erica's claim that Tom
threw Sophie's phone off the boat.
There was something
one of the girls said
in the first interviews you did
with guests on the party boat.
Brynne Matthews.
How did Sophie seem? Was
she having a good time?
Yeah, Sophie.
Like, who wouldn't, if Tom
was your boyfriend? (LAUGHS)
Even though he can be a bit controlling.
I mean, I know controlling
isn't the same as violence
But they do go hand in hand.
Mm. Sounds worth looking into.
Meg, you and I have
to go face the press.
What are we going to tell them, sir?
That we're closing in on the killer.
Do your best to make that true.
Good coffee, Lachie.
Ha! Weet-Bix?
Is that the same as
Weetabix but without an A?
No, it's similar, but different.
Like a lot about Australia.
Our sense of humour: not quite English.
You like it, though?
Oh, I love it.
And the stuff I miss.
Family, of course.
Old friends.
Having Europe on your doorstep.
We're always saying that we'll
go to Paris for the weekend,
but we never do.
- Oh, I'd make you.
- Ha!
Well, you wouldn't have to.
Uh
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
It's not that I don't
want to go with Anna,
it's just we never seem
to get around to it.
Well, you should make more effort.
It might help you get
out of the rut you're in.
You think we're in a rut?
I know what they look like.
No.
No!
Put it back.
Nice try.
Thank you.
I can't see any paparazzi.
Perhaps my 15 minutes of fame is up.
Well, it'll last a lot longer
when you become prime minister.
Well, let's hope you haven't
destroyed any chance of that.
Good morning, Ben.
What's on the agenda for today?
The police are here.
They'd like a word with you both.
Do they have some news?
More questions, I believe.
You have another round
of trade talks later.
After that, we can prep
for your TV interview.
Oh, I know what I'm going to say.
Are you going to Lloyd's do?
You're not thinking you will?
No.
I'm still grieving my daughter.
I am, too.
No-one will think it
amiss if I don't go.
I think you should.
I know it's for charity, but the
talk will be all business, won't it?
Lloyd told me that prospective buyers
for Winston Station will be there.
If you don't think it
would reflect badly on you.
(SCOFFS)
Don't give a thought to me.
No, you go.
I really should brief Greg
Hardy on the trade talks.
See if he's free to meet
me after my TV interview.
I'll book a restaurant for you.
No, at this stage of the election,
we shouldn't be seen together in public.
I'll meet him here.
You can bring him to our room.
Right.
Let's not keep the
police waiting any longer.
How would you describe
Sophie's relationship with Tom?
You're looking at Tom now?
At this stage, we're
looking at everybody.
How long have they been together?
Over a year.
Any rocky moments?
No.
Well, not that we were aware of.
I'm not sure she would have told us.
They always seemed very loving.
They were in love.
Yeah, but there must
have been disagreements
if they were going out
for more than a year.
There was that time in London.
I don't remember.
They'd been to some party.
Tom was very quiet the next
day, Sophie said he was sulking,
thought she'd been flirting
with the DJ or something.
So he could be jealous, possessive?
No, I wouldn't go that far.
Any raised voice or anything?
I never heard it.
Well, you don't have to shout
to make your displeasure known,
do you?
It's possible they just didn't know.
Detective.
Um
I didn't want to mention
this in front of Abigail.
Why distress her more?
But the last time I saw Sophie,
about two weeks before she died,
we had dinner together here in Sydney
and and she had a bruise on her chin.
Stop it.
What happened?
(LAUGHS) It was stupid, really.
We were out on Lloyd's boat
and a jib sheet whipped me in the face.
You're all right, though?
There's nothing you want to tell me?
What? No, no, it's fine.
I have to say, I didn't believe her.
You think Tom might have hit her?
That's what I thought at the time.
But I couldn't say for sure.
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
It can take Anna hours.
I'm not coming.
I don't think I should.
What?
I thought you were
looking forward to it.
I'm just a handbag.
Are you, though? Really?
Oh, God, that child.
(THUD!)
I'm sorry to give you so little notice.
Is there anyone else you can take?
(MUSIC, LIVELY CHATTER)
Oh, my God.
The wealth, it's
Obscene.
Intimidating.
What?
These women should all be in awe of you.
You outshine them all.
(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY) Max.
Even if you didn't mean it,
it's a wonderful thing to say.
Oh, free drinks.
So she'll open with a couple
of questions about Sophie.
- We agreed that would be OK. Yeah?
- Mm-hm.
Then she'll move on
to trade, the election.
Nothing you can't handle.
Is Greg meeting me later?
He'll be here at nine.
OK.
Are we ready?
(BOISTEROUS MUSIC, LIVELY CHATTER)
(LAUGHS)
Hello.
Are you standing on your own?
My date's gone for a pee.
If I was your date, I
wouldn't leave your side.
Then I hope you have a strong bladder.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
I'm Angus.
I'm a banker.
Meg.
Is cystic fibrosis a cause
close to your heart, Angus.
Sorry?
It's the charity that this is in aid of.
Is it?
Oh.
Oh, very good.
But to be honest, I don't
know what cystic fibrosis is.
It sounds nasty, though.
So why are you here, Angus?
Like everyone else.
The networking.
What is it that you do, Meg?
Sophie and I shared the same values.
Reducing poverty,
protecting the environment
And I can't think of a better
way to honour her memory
than to achieve those goals.
Your influence would be
greatest as prime minister.
Is that where your ambitions lie?
Well, there isn't a vacancy
nor do I wish there to be.
The Prime Minister is doing a great job
and I'm concentrating on my portfolio.
One of your responsibilities
is to strike a trade
agreement with Australia.
So far you haven't managed to.
What's the problem?
There's no problem.
I had a meeting with my Australian
counterpart earlier today
and we made great progress.
Really?
Because we've been hearing
that there are still significant
areas of disagreement.
Well, I don't know who
your sources are or
whether they were even in the room,
but I was,
and I can tell you
that agreement is close.
Very close.
Abigail Crawford, thank you.
DS Drummond, seeing how
the other half lives?
The less than 1%, I would have thought.
Simon.
(PHONE RINGS)
Anna. Finally.
Thank you, Ben. I'll
see you in the morning.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I confess.
You have me intrigued.
(LAUGHS)
You saw my interview.
I can't work out your angle.
Everyone knows those trade
talks are bogged down,
but you were making it sound
like it was a done deal.
Well
(SIGHS)
The world knows I'm here to make a deal.
I have my pen out, itching to sign.
If we can't reach agreement,
it must be the fault of
the Australian government,
mustn't it?
You're preparing for failure.
Well, wouldn't you rather
negotiations failed
until after you've won the election?
(LAUGHS)
Oh, you think as PM I'd
be easier to deal with?
Not at all.
I expect protracted talks demand I
be in Canberra on a regular basis.
Mm.
Well, then I may have to take a
personal interest in their progress.
I won't hang around otherwise.
He either runs a mile or
he wants to see your gun.
You look like you're having fun.
I've spoken to my wife.
Told me she wants a divorce.
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
We haven't been getting on for a while.
I just thought me being here,
we might start to miss one another.
Instead, I think we've realised
we can live without each other.
Do you have any kids?
No.
It's messy when you have kids.
You sound like you
speak from experience.
You're kidding?
Is that so surprising?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, you thought I was a lesbian?
That's the third reaction
guys have when I say I'm a cop.
I didn't know what to think.
You haven't told me anything.
Well, I don't tell just anyone.
His name's Louie.
He's seven.
I don't get to see him
enough. His dad's got custody.
How come?
Working homicide makes
being a parent difficult.
The hours and stuff.
That's what worries me
as a father,
that somehow I'll fall short.
I'm a good mother.
Mostly.
Looks a great kid.
Truth is, I think I might have
fallen for someone here in Sydney.
I didn't expect to and I
certainly didn't intend to.
Max.
Look, I've got to admit,
I thought you were a dick
when you first arrived.
And I've grown to respect you,
like you, even,
and under different circumstances
I didn't mean you.
What?
(LAUGHS) No.
I mean, you're obviously
very attractive.
But you're a colleague.
It'd be like fancying my sister.
So, who do you fancy, then?
My sister-in-law. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh.
Oh
Well, does she feel the same way?
I think she might. Yeah.
Then go for it.
You wife said she wants a
divorce. Why should she complain?
Because
Because it's her sister.
There is that.
I bet those cameras are working tonight.
The cupboard where Lloyd
kept the CCTV equipment
Was empty.
It was clean.
It was cleared out nine months ago.
You think it'd be dusty.
I couldn't.
I couldn't possibly.
No, I couldn't possibly.
Absolutely not.
(MUSIC RAISES IN VOLUME AND TEMPO)
(CHEERING)
Man, he's a wanker, isn't he?
Do you think he's
lying about the footage?
I bet that it shows that
Sophie was here that night.
Maybe even what happened to her.
Well, finding out won't be easy.
It's the North Shore, Max.
It's well closed to outsiders.
We're here, aren't we?
If any of those bastards were
involved in Sophie's death,
we're taking him down.
(CHEERING)
(APPLAUSE)
You're going to salvage my marriage?
I couldn't save my own.
According to the lab report,
the stone in the gash on Sophie's head
was high-grade,
centuries-old Carrara marble.
You're going to go to the police station
and you are going to tell them
exactly what went down that night.
I want you to cut all
ties with Lloyd Macklin.
Why?
There's a very good chance that
I will be the next prime minister.
The fuck is she playing at?
Justin, if I had known,
I would have told you.
Mate, she has rolled over.
OK. She has given Canberra
everything that they wanted.
We know what happened.
Do we?
that we've got Sophie's laptop.
You're way out of line.
So, Macklin's business empire
is this complex web of
offshore shell companies.
Looks like a classic
effort to evade tax.
If Sophie were threatening
to expose him
Then you've got a motive for murder.
I need you here to make sure the
sale of Winston Station goes through.
Well, I'm doing all I can.
Oh, that company structure
that you set up for me?
I don't want you to worry, but the
police have been sniffing around.
I think I put them off the scent.
I was in love with you.
I still am.
I never stopped loving you.
You look hot.
I thought I might wear
it to the Boab Ball.
Oh, hell yeah! Ooh. Oh.
Sorry.
We need to find her.
Is this Erica?
I'm meeting her. In an hour.
Same deal: I go alone.
Max, no.
(SIREN CHIRPS)
Stay where you are.
Erica Peyton, I'm arresting you
for the supply of a prohibited drug.
What the fuck are you doing?
What you should have.
Sir, I wish to make a formal complaint
about the behaviour of DS Driscoll.
She knew I had an
agreement with the witness.
You need to understand that DS
Driscoll is under a lot of pressure,
mainly coming from me.
We need a breakthrough,
and this young woman
might just give us it.
I was going to question her.
You do recall you don't
have any jurisdiction here?
That's why she was
prepared to speak to me.
DRISCOLL: You can choose to have
legal representation if you wish.
ERICA: How am I going
to afford a lawyer?
Maybe out of the 20K
you stole from Sophie.
Makes a good point.
(SCOFFS) She said I could borrow it.
She was dead.
Look, I'm not going to say anything.
I shouldn't even be here.
That Pommy cop gave me his word
that I wouldn't be arrested.
Well, it wasn't his word to give.
So
tell us about the 20 grand.
Look, you're not going
to do yourself any favours
by not cooperating, Erica.
She'd be willing to cooperate if
you hadn't made deals with her.
That deal got us
Sophie's laptop, remember?
And a fat lot of good that did us.
OK, stop.
We are on the same team, remember?
I know that.
(SCOFFS)
OK, any more of that and you'll
both be in the naughty corner.
Right.
Question is, how best to get Erica
to give up what she knows
about Sophie's murder?
Charge her: possession
and supply of drugs.
Use that as leverage.
We don't have enough to
make any charges stick.
She doesn't know that. Might
be enough to rattle her cage.
Let's keep that as our backup.
Now, you say she was
willing to talk to you?
She was.
Now she thinks I betrayed her.
Still, might be worth a try.
Sir, DS Drummond is not
part of the investigation.
Just making a suggestion, Meg.
It's your case.
It's your call.
They seriously think
I'm going to talk to you?
No, they don't.
- But I thought you might.
- (SNIGGERS)
Think again, dumbass.
I let you down, Erica.
I didn't keep my end of the bargain.
I wanted to, but somebody didn't let me.
And I'm supposed to trust you now?
I'd understand why you wouldn't.
The police may threaten
you with a drugs charge,
but they don't have enough
evidence to get a conviction.
But they can go looking for evidence,
and we both know that shouldn't
be very hard to come by.
This is a murder investigation,
and that's what I'm interested in
finding Sophie's killer.
And the fact that you were flogging
a few pills on a party boat
I only care about that to the extent
that it's got anything
to do with her death.
It doesn't.
I've given you the laptop.
That's what this is about.
We're still investigating the laptop.
We just need to explore all avenues.
The pills on the boat, I mean,
they are not why she was killed.
I mean, you're talking handfuls
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just told you they
don't have enough evidence.
Don't give them any more.
Look, whoever was selling
pills, right, they're small fry.
And so is the guy above them.
But he's the next rung on the
ladder, so we do need to speak to him.
I've got a pretty good idea who that is.
I just need you to confirm it.
I can say I've had my picture
taken with the next prime minister.
Oh! Well, I hope so.
- Thank you so much.
- Not a problem.
Sorry.
You say no once, and the media
call you aloof and unapproachable.
And the voters care more about that
than your policy on health care?
- What?
- Nothing.
I was thinking about
what might have been
If we'd got together?
Maybe we'd be a power
couple, like the Clintons.
Except he won, and she lost.
Well, I'm glad you're
staying a little longer.
I can relax with you.
You're in the midst of an election.
You shouldn't be relaxing.
True.
One lunch, we can explain away.
Any more, and that in
itself will become a story.
Then have dinner with me.
As stupid ideas go, that beats Brexit.
Not in public.
Your hotel has room service, doesn't it?
Greg, any chance of a
photo with you, mate?
Of course.
- Thanks.
- Not a problem.
- Who's this little man?
- Ha.
Oi!
Oscar Aruzzi, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the
supply of a class A drug.
- What?
- We require you to come to the station.
I want a lawyer.
You got one on speed dial?
Oh, mate, I'm getting arrested.
Some bullshit about drugs
- All right, I'll be taking that.
- Can you get me a lawyer?
Not without a warrant.
All right, mate, let's go.
Come on.
Damo, can you finish the cutting, mate?
You missed a bit, Damo.
What time do you think you'll be back?
Christ knows.
Lloyd says they're going to want
to go to the casino after dinner.
My idea of hell.
So, later than midnight, you think?
More like dawn.
Oh.
Sarge, I've downloaded the
photos from Oscar's phone.
You might want to take a look at this.
Jesus.
What is that?
Oh, sorry.
I didn't recognise it out of context.
What do you call a female dick pick?
Snatch shot?
(LAUGHTER)
Oh, come on. That wasn't bad.
Can we tell whether it's Erica?
It isn't.
Sophie.
She sent these to Oscar's phone
a week before she was murdered.
Steph, I've got this.
We just need a quick word.
Won't take long.
Why don't you show us to a table?
Try to be discreet.
Were Sophie and Oscar sleeping together?
They were sexting each other.
Bullshit.
You might want to be discreet too.
These pictures were
sent to Oscar's phone.
Sophie sent them.
Seriously?
Shit.
You bastard, Oscar!
I knew you two were at it.
You can absolutely get
fucked. Do you hear me?
We actually have Oscar's phone.
You know, uh
You know Sophie went back to Tom's
dad's house the night she died?
What?
Check Oscar's phone.
It'll show a call to me around 11:30.
That was Sophie letting
me know where she was.
She couldn't use her own phone
Because she dropped it off
the boat during the party.
Tom threw it overboard.
Why have you kept this to yourself?
Because Oscar begged me to.
He thought that if you knew
she went back to the house,
it might make him and Tom look guilty.
Well, he was right about that.
I'm expecting a call from the PM.
No, not at all.
Shall I order us some drinks, Minister?
Oh, um I don't think we need
to keep you two. Do you, Greg?
No, no. It's probably best we
keep this briefing off the record.
Why don't you and Justin take
yourselves down to the bar,
get to know one another?
Sure.
What do you think
they're doing up there?
I hope it's nothing substantive
without officials present.
That would be quite inappropriate.
I'm pretty sure it's inappropriate.
Nothing to do with trade.
Relations of another kind,
if you know what I mean.
I don't, actually.
You're aware they used to be lovers?
Abigail and ?
No.
Jesus! You're a close adviser.
Well, not close in that sense.
I know they used to be friends.
Friends with benefits, which
I assume they've resumed.
Surely they wouldn't take
a risk like that? Not now.
You haven't been in this
game very long, have you?
Politicians are, by
their nature, risk takers.
They're drawn to it. They're
like moths to a flame.
They think they can
get away with anything.
Most of the time they're right.
What should we do?
Have another drink.
And store it away for your memoirs.
Sit.
I'll get you some dinner.
How was your day?
Good. Yeah.
I think we've made a breakthrough.
You don't seem that happy about it.
No, I am.
Is it because you don't relish
the thought of going home?
(SIGHS)
I'll miss you.
I've liked having you around.
Well, I've enjoyed being here.
Beer?
Thanks.
Hamish not in?
Working late again.
Do you think he might
be having an affair?
Don't pretend it hasn't occurred to you.
Yeah, I'm a cop. I'm
naturally suspicious.
I'm not sure I'd be
that upset if he was.
For the boys, but
You should be happy.
You should, too.
Have you heard from Anna?
So that's why you're down.
Oh, well
Thank you.
Actually, no. No, no. It's work.
It's my colleague. She's very difficult.
But you respect her?
(DOOR OPENS)
I believe in playing by the book.
Still, you made a breakthrough, so
she must be doing something right.
Hey, sweetheart.
Sorry I'm late.
(KISSES)
- Hi, Max.
- Hello, mate.
That looks nice. Is there any for me?
I did save some for you,
but then you didn't tell
me when you'd be home,
so I gave it to Max.
- Ah.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Take the rest of it.
- No, no, that's fine. It's
There's probably
something in the fridge.
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
I think Google was invented
just so I could keep up
with what you were doing.
You are so full of shit.
- (LAUGHS)
- (GIGGLES)
And you see that.
Most don't.
Well, let's hope it stays that way
until after you're elected.
This reminds me of college.
Sitting in bars,
waiting for my roommate to
finish screwing his boyfriend.
Your roommate was gay?
Oh, bloody hell. It's Simon.
Oh, shit!
Cut him off.
- Cut him off.
- Simon!
Simon?
Hi.
You didn't go to the casino?
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Saving grace of an awful night.
Well, you should come for a drink.
Come tell me about it.
No, I think I'll turn in.
Yeah. No, I should as well.
I'm on, uh
12.
No.
(DOOR LOCK BEEPS)
Darling, you're home early.
Dinner didn't go well.
Don Carlos walked out.
Oh, dear.
Was it something you said?
This isn't funny, Abigail.
The whole deal could fall through.
The sheep station.
- Did you have someone over for dinner?
- Ben.
We were going over the trade deal.
Do you know, I ran into him
in the lobby and the lift.
He really is a moron.
Ah.
I thought we might go to Manly tomorrow.
I'd like to see where Sophie lived.
Vote Hardy for the future of Australia.
Skinny flat white, extra hot. Right?
Thanks.
Sarge, Oscar Aruzzi's lawyer's here.
How'd you sleep?
So we'll park the charge
of drug possession for now.
Let's talk about Sophie
Chalcott some more.
Erica says that Sophie
called her on your phone
from Tom's dad's house late
on the night she was murdered.
What?
That's bullshit.
I remember Oscar calling Erica,
but Sophie definitely wasn't there.
Really?
You remember that phone call?
Well, yeah.
I mean, like I told you, Oscar
and Erica had had a row earlier,
and he was trying to make up with her.
Erica says the row was
between you and Sophie.
It sounds like she's telling
more than one lie, then.
It's possible that Erica's
just made all this up.
You know, woman scorned.
I believe her.
Hey?
A couple of days ago, you
fancied her for the murder.
And you told me I need
to keep an open mind.
Oh, no, no, you've changed your mind.
It's not the same thing.
(SIGHS) You just can't
please some people.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Going down. (BEEPS)
ABIGAIL: That girl
looks a bit like Sophie.
So many of them do.
I can see why she loved it out here.
At their age, it must seem
like anything is possible.
I'm sorry. Is this painful for you?
There's something I need to tell you.
But not here.
Shall we get some lunch?
Hiring yourself out as a
wedding venue, Mr Macklin?
Do I look like I need the extra cash?
I'm hosting a charity
bash: the Boab Ball.
Probably read about it.
Oh, yes?
The big end of town swig
champagne in aid of a good cause.
Oh, careful, Detective Sergeant.
Your prejudice is showing.
So how much will a ticket set me back?
A thousand bucks.
I do believe there is still a few left.
You don't say?
I'll be there.
BOTH: You?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My brother-in-law's bought a ticket.
Hamish Sweeney.
You might know him, he's
kind of a big cheese.
Maybe that's just in his own mind.
Anyway, he can't come,
and so I'm his wife's plus one.
Hmm.
So, what can I do for you?
This is a warrant for your CCTV footage
from the night that Sophie
Chalcott was murdered.
And you think she was here?
That's what a witness has told us.
Well, she didn't come over here
that night, as far as I'm aware.
The footage?
You'd be welcome to
it, if there were any.
These cameras are for show.
Really?
Yeah, they used to work,
then they kept going wrong.
Finally I thought, bugger it.
Cameras alone act as a deterrent.
Could we see the equipment, Mr Macklin?
Your overseas colleague doesn't
trust me, Detective Sergeant.
They're a distrustful lot, the Poms.
Thorough, though.
Mmm.
Come on.
Just over here.
Ta-da!
When did you last have
equipment in there, sir?
I don't know.
Nine months, something like that.
No shortage of high-tech gear, is there?
Why didn't you replace it?
I don't spend money unnecessarily.
Just possibly why I have so much.
So, come on, then.
You said you had something to tell me.
As you know, the sale of Winston
Station is all very hush-hush.
I haven't told a soul.
When it's announced,
shares in Lloyd's company
will leap in value.
Anticipating that,
I took a position
that will earn me a substantial
profit when the sale goes ahead.
Isn't that insider dealing?
No.
Well, arguably. It's a grey area.
But anyway, I've been very
careful to cover my tracks.
The thing is, I thought the sale
would have gone ahead by now.
And it would have if your trade
deal with Australia had been agreed.
But because it hasn't,
the buyers for Winston Station
are dragging their feet.
And that's just a tactic, surely.
Yes, they still want to buy,
but they just want to
drive the price down.
And with it the profit on
your questionable trading.
As things stand, I'm looking
at making a significant loss.
How much?
- Well, that depends.
- How much, Simon?
I'm on the hook for 2 mill.
Jesus Christ.
I thought I was going to make a fortune.
2 million!
We'll have to sell the house.
Not if you strike a trade deal.
What, I'm supposed to
write government policy
to save your grubby little deal?
Does Lloyd know about this?
Oh, God, no.
Even if it's not illegal,
it's certainly unethical.
Well, I can't help you.
You have to.
The longer there's no trade agreement,
the more the share price is falling.
It's corrupt, Simon.
You could go to prison.
By the sounds of it, you should.
This sale is going to make a
fortune for Lloyd and his mates.
Why shouldn't I see some of that?
Because they're smart, Simon.
And you're just a fucking accountant!
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm doing an interview for
Australian television tomorrow.
I can talk up the prospects of a deal.
That should mitigate your loss.
As soon as the share
price spikes, you sell.
Do you understand?
And then we'll see how much
of a hole you've dug us.
I've lost my appetite.
Do you have enough to pay the bill?
You just made that?
Yes, sir.
Then we're good to go.
Well, we're making progress, sir.
Have you caught the killer?
We're closing in.
I'm not the media. Don't bullshit me.
What have we got?
Conflicting accounts.
Erica says that Sophie
called her from Tom's.
The boys say she wasn't there.
11:42 pm, a call was made
to Erica from Oscar's phone,
but, of course, Sophie had lost hers.
Well, there's disputes about that too.
Tom says that Sophie dropped her
phone off the side of the party boat.
Erica says that Tom
threw her phone overboard.
You're being very quiet.
I'm purely an observer, sir.
Oh, well, let's presume the
boys are telling the truth.
What follows from that, Cindy?
That Erica's lying, sir.
Which would imply that
she has something to hide.
Is it 'imply' or 'infer'?
Imply.
I thought you were an observer.
I'm making an observation.
Carry on, PC Yoo.
Well, Erica did steal that
$20,000 from Sophie's account,
and we only have her word
that Sophie feared for her life
because of the laptop.
Well, let's presume Erica
Peyton is telling the truth.
DC Hooper?
Well, then, the boys have
conspired together to lie.
CCTV puts them at a
nightclub between 12 and 2am.
It could be that they
went there in an attempt
to establish a false alibi.
What would their motive be?
Well, there are the
compromising photos of Sophie
that she sent to Oscar's phone.
You'd think Tom wouldn't
be too happy about that.
Have you shown them to him?
He laughed them off.
Said that Sophie sent the
pictures to Oscar as a prank.
In my day, a prank was putting
shaving cream in someone's shoe.
Different generation, sir.
Do we have any evidence that either
of the boys is capable of violence?
Well, there's Erica's claim that Tom
threw Sophie's phone off the boat.
There was something
one of the girls said
in the first interviews you did
with guests on the party boat.
Brynne Matthews.
How did Sophie seem? Was
she having a good time?
Yeah, Sophie.
Like, who wouldn't, if Tom
was your boyfriend? (LAUGHS)
Even though he can be a bit controlling.
I mean, I know controlling
isn't the same as violence
But they do go hand in hand.
Mm. Sounds worth looking into.
Meg, you and I have
to go face the press.
What are we going to tell them, sir?
That we're closing in on the killer.
Do your best to make that true.
Good coffee, Lachie.
Ha! Weet-Bix?
Is that the same as
Weetabix but without an A?
No, it's similar, but different.
Like a lot about Australia.
Our sense of humour: not quite English.
You like it, though?
Oh, I love it.
And the stuff I miss.
Family, of course.
Old friends.
Having Europe on your doorstep.
We're always saying that we'll
go to Paris for the weekend,
but we never do.
- Oh, I'd make you.
- Ha!
Well, you wouldn't have to.
Uh
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
It's not that I don't
want to go with Anna,
it's just we never seem
to get around to it.
Well, you should make more effort.
It might help you get
out of the rut you're in.
You think we're in a rut?
I know what they look like.
No.
No!
Put it back.
Nice try.
Thank you.
I can't see any paparazzi.
Perhaps my 15 minutes of fame is up.
Well, it'll last a lot longer
when you become prime minister.
Well, let's hope you haven't
destroyed any chance of that.
Good morning, Ben.
What's on the agenda for today?
The police are here.
They'd like a word with you both.
Do they have some news?
More questions, I believe.
You have another round
of trade talks later.
After that, we can prep
for your TV interview.
Oh, I know what I'm going to say.
Are you going to Lloyd's do?
You're not thinking you will?
No.
I'm still grieving my daughter.
I am, too.
No-one will think it
amiss if I don't go.
I think you should.
I know it's for charity, but the
talk will be all business, won't it?
Lloyd told me that prospective buyers
for Winston Station will be there.
If you don't think it
would reflect badly on you.
(SCOFFS)
Don't give a thought to me.
No, you go.
I really should brief Greg
Hardy on the trade talks.
See if he's free to meet
me after my TV interview.
I'll book a restaurant for you.
No, at this stage of the election,
we shouldn't be seen together in public.
I'll meet him here.
You can bring him to our room.
Right.
Let's not keep the
police waiting any longer.
How would you describe
Sophie's relationship with Tom?
You're looking at Tom now?
At this stage, we're
looking at everybody.
How long have they been together?
Over a year.
Any rocky moments?
No.
Well, not that we were aware of.
I'm not sure she would have told us.
They always seemed very loving.
They were in love.
Yeah, but there must
have been disagreements
if they were going out
for more than a year.
There was that time in London.
I don't remember.
They'd been to some party.
Tom was very quiet the next
day, Sophie said he was sulking,
thought she'd been flirting
with the DJ or something.
So he could be jealous, possessive?
No, I wouldn't go that far.
Any raised voice or anything?
I never heard it.
Well, you don't have to shout
to make your displeasure known,
do you?
It's possible they just didn't know.
Detective.
Um
I didn't want to mention
this in front of Abigail.
Why distress her more?
But the last time I saw Sophie,
about two weeks before she died,
we had dinner together here in Sydney
and and she had a bruise on her chin.
Stop it.
What happened?
(LAUGHS) It was stupid, really.
We were out on Lloyd's boat
and a jib sheet whipped me in the face.
You're all right, though?
There's nothing you want to tell me?
What? No, no, it's fine.
I have to say, I didn't believe her.
You think Tom might have hit her?
That's what I thought at the time.
But I couldn't say for sure.
Shouldn't you be getting ready?
It can take Anna hours.
I'm not coming.
I don't think I should.
What?
I thought you were
looking forward to it.
I'm just a handbag.
Are you, though? Really?
Oh, God, that child.
(THUD!)
I'm sorry to give you so little notice.
Is there anyone else you can take?
(MUSIC, LIVELY CHATTER)
Oh, my God.
The wealth, it's
Obscene.
Intimidating.
What?
These women should all be in awe of you.
You outshine them all.
(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY) Max.
Even if you didn't mean it,
it's a wonderful thing to say.
Oh, free drinks.
So she'll open with a couple
of questions about Sophie.
- We agreed that would be OK. Yeah?
- Mm-hm.
Then she'll move on
to trade, the election.
Nothing you can't handle.
Is Greg meeting me later?
He'll be here at nine.
OK.
Are we ready?
(BOISTEROUS MUSIC, LIVELY CHATTER)
(LAUGHS)
Hello.
Are you standing on your own?
My date's gone for a pee.
If I was your date, I
wouldn't leave your side.
Then I hope you have a strong bladder.
(HALF-LAUGHS)
I'm Angus.
I'm a banker.
Meg.
Is cystic fibrosis a cause
close to your heart, Angus.
Sorry?
It's the charity that this is in aid of.
Is it?
Oh.
Oh, very good.
But to be honest, I don't
know what cystic fibrosis is.
It sounds nasty, though.
So why are you here, Angus?
Like everyone else.
The networking.
What is it that you do, Meg?
Sophie and I shared the same values.
Reducing poverty,
protecting the environment
And I can't think of a better
way to honour her memory
than to achieve those goals.
Your influence would be
greatest as prime minister.
Is that where your ambitions lie?
Well, there isn't a vacancy
nor do I wish there to be.
The Prime Minister is doing a great job
and I'm concentrating on my portfolio.
One of your responsibilities
is to strike a trade
agreement with Australia.
So far you haven't managed to.
What's the problem?
There's no problem.
I had a meeting with my Australian
counterpart earlier today
and we made great progress.
Really?
Because we've been hearing
that there are still significant
areas of disagreement.
Well, I don't know who
your sources are or
whether they were even in the room,
but I was,
and I can tell you
that agreement is close.
Very close.
Abigail Crawford, thank you.
DS Drummond, seeing how
the other half lives?
The less than 1%, I would have thought.
Simon.
(PHONE RINGS)
Anna. Finally.
Thank you, Ben. I'll
see you in the morning.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I confess.
You have me intrigued.
(LAUGHS)
You saw my interview.
I can't work out your angle.
Everyone knows those trade
talks are bogged down,
but you were making it sound
like it was a done deal.
Well
(SIGHS)
The world knows I'm here to make a deal.
I have my pen out, itching to sign.
If we can't reach agreement,
it must be the fault of
the Australian government,
mustn't it?
You're preparing for failure.
Well, wouldn't you rather
negotiations failed
until after you've won the election?
(LAUGHS)
Oh, you think as PM I'd
be easier to deal with?
Not at all.
I expect protracted talks demand I
be in Canberra on a regular basis.
Mm.
Well, then I may have to take a
personal interest in their progress.
I won't hang around otherwise.
He either runs a mile or
he wants to see your gun.
You look like you're having fun.
I've spoken to my wife.
Told me she wants a divorce.
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
We haven't been getting on for a while.
I just thought me being here,
we might start to miss one another.
Instead, I think we've realised
we can live without each other.
Do you have any kids?
No.
It's messy when you have kids.
You sound like you
speak from experience.
You're kidding?
Is that so surprising?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, you thought I was a lesbian?
That's the third reaction
guys have when I say I'm a cop.
I didn't know what to think.
You haven't told me anything.
Well, I don't tell just anyone.
His name's Louie.
He's seven.
I don't get to see him
enough. His dad's got custody.
How come?
Working homicide makes
being a parent difficult.
The hours and stuff.
That's what worries me
as a father,
that somehow I'll fall short.
I'm a good mother.
Mostly.
Looks a great kid.
Truth is, I think I might have
fallen for someone here in Sydney.
I didn't expect to and I
certainly didn't intend to.
Max.
Look, I've got to admit,
I thought you were a dick
when you first arrived.
And I've grown to respect you,
like you, even,
and under different circumstances
I didn't mean you.
What?
(LAUGHS) No.
I mean, you're obviously
very attractive.
But you're a colleague.
It'd be like fancying my sister.
So, who do you fancy, then?
My sister-in-law. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh.
Oh
Well, does she feel the same way?
I think she might. Yeah.
Then go for it.
You wife said she wants a
divorce. Why should she complain?
Because
Because it's her sister.
There is that.
I bet those cameras are working tonight.
The cupboard where Lloyd
kept the CCTV equipment
Was empty.
It was clean.
It was cleared out nine months ago.
You think it'd be dusty.
I couldn't.
I couldn't possibly.
No, I couldn't possibly.
Absolutely not.
(MUSIC RAISES IN VOLUME AND TEMPO)
(CHEERING)
Man, he's a wanker, isn't he?
Do you think he's
lying about the footage?
I bet that it shows that
Sophie was here that night.
Maybe even what happened to her.
Well, finding out won't be easy.
It's the North Shore, Max.
It's well closed to outsiders.
We're here, aren't we?
If any of those bastards were
involved in Sophie's death,
we're taking him down.
(CHEERING)
(APPLAUSE)
You're going to salvage my marriage?
I couldn't save my own.
According to the lab report,
the stone in the gash on Sophie's head
was high-grade,
centuries-old Carrara marble.
You're going to go to the police station
and you are going to tell them
exactly what went down that night.
I want you to cut all
ties with Lloyd Macklin.
Why?
There's a very good chance that
I will be the next prime minister.
The fuck is she playing at?
Justin, if I had known,
I would have told you.
Mate, she has rolled over.
OK. She has given Canberra
everything that they wanted.
We know what happened.
Do we?