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[reporter] The body is believed to be that

of Sophie Chalcott,

the 19-year-old daughter

of the British Trade and Industry Minister.

Your liaison.

-My what? -Some cop from London.

Coming with the girl's mother.

[Abigail] I'd like you to meet

Detective Sergeant Max Drummond from London.

Greg Hardy, old friend of the family.

Oh, please, I know who you are, sir.

Leader of the Opposition.

Obviously you've been told that this is my first case.

Only now, by you.

Maybe she feels threatened by you.

Maybe she just doesn't like me.

Wouldn't be the only one.

I didn't say I don't like you.

You're friends with Tom's father?

Lloyd?

Um, I do some work for him.

I am so sorry for your loss.

She was a wonderful girl.

-Thank you. -She was murdered, Dad.

I told you this could become a problem.

I said I'd fix it.

Yesterday there was a transfer out of her account for $20,000

to E. G. Payton.

Erica.

[wind howling]

[engine rumbling]

[phone dialling]

[Anna] This is Anna. Leave a message.

[beep]

It's me.

I tried you last night, but must've missed it.

Oh, I'm seeing Tori later.

I'll send her your love.

Text me if you want.

[sirens wailing]

[door opening]

I wish we'd got on better.

I always thought we'd have the time to put it right.

She thought I put my career first.

She was always more important.

But she always noticed when I wasn't there, not when I was.

[sombre music playing]

As a father, you want to protect your child,

make sure no harm comes to them.

I failed her.

She couldn't have asked for a better dad.

[Simon] Would you rather sit away from the window?

There's no hiding from a long lens.

One way or another, they'll get their pic.

Let's at least hope they show some sensitivity.

The paps?

Morning, Abigail, Simon.

How are you this morning?

You've seen the papers, I assume.

I thought I'd spare myself.

What are they saying?

It's all supportive.

The PM is keeping you off the front page.

God, what's he done now?

It's six years old.

Shows him smacking his dog in a park.

There are calls for his resignation.

For smacking a dog six years ago?

Oh, there's more.

Come here, you stupid bitch.

[Ben] Claims he was shouting at the dog,

but then his wife walks into view.

His popularity has plummeted.

Wasn't high to begin with.

Well, the Telegraph says it's time for him to go.

I'm told the Foreign Secretary

is quietly counting numbers.

I missed a call from him this morning.

I thought he was ringing to offer his condolences.

-[Ben] I'm sure he was. -Before asking for your support.

I think it's best you remain

above the fray for now.

Just make up an excuse for not getting involved.

Well, I do have a valid one.

Yes. So sorry.

Max.

Detective Sergeant Meg Driscoll.

We met yesterday.

We're not likely to forget.

No, of course not.

I just wanted to brief you on the investigation.

The hotel have offered us a quiet room.

You're happy for Mr.... Barber to be present for this?

I want him to be.

It's just that family briefings are usually reserved for family.

Right.

Well, we've ascertained that the deceased...

Sorry. Sophie.

I'll start that again.

We've ascertained that Sophie was last seen

at 11:12 on Friday night.

The following morning,

her flatmate, Erica Payton, reported her missing--

Hang on, hang on, so you're saying

the last sighting of her was just after 11:00.

Don't you have cameras all over Sydney?

Yes, and we're still checking those in the vicinity,

but so far without success.

She was filmed leaving a bar in the city center,

and then she just disappeared.

We think that she might've hailed a taxi.

Have you checked with the cab companies?

Of course,

and the ride-share services,

but no one picked her up.

Well, it is possible that she paid a cabbie cash,

and he just did it off the books.

We're trying to build up a picture

of Sophie's life here in Sydney.

It would help if you could tell us what you knew of it.

She was 19.

She didn't share much with me.

And I knew better than to ask.

You saw her.

Yeah, a few times.

When I was down here on business,

I would go out to dinner with her.

I looked forward to it,

and I'd always give her a bit of cash.

She liked that, of course.

You always were a soft touch.

[Meg] So you don't think she had much money then?

Well, she had her job with Lloyd, Tom's father.

[Abigail] That won't have paid much.

I doubt her income covered her spending.

She seemed to go out a lot.

Do you know if she was a heavy user of drugs?

It's, it's just that the, the toxicology report

revealed MDMA in her system.

She was young.

She liked to party. She wasn't an addict.

I wasn't suggesting that she was.

[Max clearing throat]

Did you ever visit her flat, Mr. Chalcott?

Just the once.

[Meg] Did you meet her flatmate Erica?

Yes. She was nice.

You liked her, didn't you?

I only spoke to her once, over Zoom.

And her and Sophie got on?

[Simon] They seemed to.

They spent enough time together.

So no issues then?

Erica was the last person to see Sophie alive.

Is that the reason you're interested in her?

It seems pretty thin to me.

No, we're exploring a number of lines of inquiry.

As far as I can tell, you're getting nowhere.

I understand this is your first investigation,

Detective Sergeant.

[solemn music playing]

As lead detective, yes,

but I have worked in Homicide for more than two years.

It's not unusual for the police to have no firm leads

this early in an investigation.

The efforts of D.S. Driscoll and her colleagues

have uncovered a line of inquiry which may be encouraging,

but it would be inappropriate for us

to reveal any further details at this time.

For operational reasons.

Isn't that the jargon?

Does D.S. Drummond have all the information

you're prepared to share with us?

Yes, he does.

Then perhaps it would be a better use of resources

if you resume your investigation

and Max stays here to answer our questions.

I'll see you later.

The fragment of stone found in the gash on Sophie's head?

We're still waiting on the lab report.

Right, can you guys chase that up for me, please?

-Yeah, sure. -Cool.

Fuck you.

Fuck you for telling Sophie's mum I'm not up for the job.

I never told her that.

No wonder she never gave me a chance.

-You didn't want her to! -It's not like that.

Being all buddy-buddy?

-You wanna be her go-to boy? -That's not true!

Sideline me so that you're her only point of contact?

Stop. Stop.

I had to step in to save your ass.

Asking if her daughter was a drug addict!

I never said that!

It's what she heard, Meg.

Look, maybe if you had an ounce of sensitivity...

Handing out advice now, are you?

-Well, fuck you very much. -Meg!

My office. Now!

D.S. Drummond, if you'd care to join us.

Not greatly.

He told Abigail Crawford this is my first case as lead detective.

-No, I didn't. -I did. Indirectly.

She asked for your CV.

Understandable, really.

She wanted reassurance you were competent.

I told her I have every faith in your ability.

And for what it's worth, I told her the same thing.

[Newell] None of us like this, but we're stuck in it,

and you two are stuck with each other.

Meg, you will treat D.S. Drummond

like he's a valued member of the team...

[Max scoffs]

...which of course he is.

And for your part, D.S. Drummond,

I'm sure you wouldn't want to do anything to undermine

your colleague's authority as lead.

Your egos don't matter.

This investigation does.

So we're gonna learn to play nice.

Aren't we?

That's the spirit.

Right.

Where are we with tracking down Erica Payton?

Nowhere, boss.

We've checked international flights,

flights and ferries to Tassie.

Her parents haven't heard from her, nor has her boyfriend.

She hasn't used her credit card,

and her mobile phone is off.

Well, she can't stay off the grid for long.

$20,000 will buy you some time.

[soft music playing]

It might help if Sophie's parents were to make

an appeal for more information, could encourage someone

to come forward, fill in her missing hours.

Can't harm to ask.

Then I'm sure you'll be happy to?

Yes, sir.

[traffic whirring]

[upbeat music playing]

[gasps]

-Hello! -Oh my God, it's been forever!

-Eighteen months. -I was just reading about you.

Well, your case.

I don't suppose you can talk about it, can you?

It's all I talk about, but, uh, no, I'm sorry.

You're looking well.

Those aren't prescription then.

Hi, um, a BLT

and an energizer juice, please.

I'll have what she's having.

Clearly not a film buff.

-So how are you doing? -Okay, yeah, all right.

Almost over the jet lag.

Anna told me about the separation.

The-- Oh, well, um, I wouldn't call it that.

Oh, she did.

Well, not in so many words.

More, actually. You know how she goes on.

I suppose all marriages have their ups and downs.

She described it as a trial.

-Our marriage? -Your separation.

She said something about a breakdown in communication.

Oh, right.

Well, yeah, yeah, there must be,

because this is all news to me.

How's your hotel?

Grim. [laughs]

I've got water leaking out my fridge.

-You have a fridge? -Well, there's nothing in it.

There was a cockroach,

but I think he checked out in disgust.

Come and stay with us.

No! No, no, no, no!

I, I wasn't fishing.

No, I know you weren't.

I'd like you to.

Be nice having someone around.

What about Hamish?

No, he's my husband, he doesn't count.

No, I mean, won't he mind?

-It might be for a few weeks. -All the more reason.

Besides, he's always at work.

He may not even notice you're there.

If you're sure...

Oh, the boys will love it!

They don't remember their uncle. They're keen to meet you.

That's just because they want presents.

They're nine and seven.

Might need a bit more help than that.

[Tori] Move in this evening.

It's an easy commute, a ferry across the harbor.

Mm, beats the Tube.

[Tori] Hands down.

I wish you'd reconsider.

If you get too emotional, the press will have a field day.

Not emotional enough, same thing.

There's just no upside to this that I can see.

Helping the police find out what happened to Sophie?

Thank you for agreeing to do this.

Chief Inspector Newell will introduce you,

then you'll make your appeal.

You're happy to take questions?

-No. -Yes.

Yes.

Then, if you're ready...

Max, would you stay in my eyeline?

-I think it'd help me. -Yeah, of course.

[cameras clicking]

[chattering]

When did you last see your daughter?

Um, you more recently than me.

Yes.

Um, about two weeks ago.

I was here on business,

and I took Sophie out for dinner.

She was so happy.

Living near the beach in Manly,

she'd made all these wonderful friends.

She was in love.

She had so much life left in front of her.

[sobbing]

I last saw her

a month ago in Singapore.

She'd flown up to surprise me.

She knew how happy it would make me.

We wound up... in my room...

raiding the minibar and ordering in.

She, uh...

She saw buffalo wings on the menu,

and she'd never heard of them,

wondered how buffaloes could have wings.

So that's what we ate.

[soft chuckling from press]

And then, um, we just talked...

about nothing.

Just a mum and her daughter

catching up after too long apart.

[sombre music playing]

[sniffling]

Of course, I had no idea that I wouldn't see her again, so...

There is something I'd like to say, and...

I would like to address this

directly to Sophie's friends here in Sydney.

If any of you feel like you have information

that could help the police

that you haven't yet shared with them,

please come forward.

Whether you only knew Sophie in passing...

Lloyd, do you want me to--

...or you were her closest friend...

for our sake,

please get in touch.

Thank you.

[man] Quick question from the Gazette--

[Newell] Please direct any further questions--

[television turns off]

[phone dialling]

Were you watching it?

What?

[Lloyd] I need you at home tonight with Oscar.

-I can't tonight. -[Lloyd] Seven o'clock!

Don't be late.

[car rumbling]

[birds chirping]

What do you say, boys?

-Thank you, Uncle Max. -Thank you, Uncle Max.

Maybe just "Max."

[boy] Can I play with it now?

Okay, but later you do 20 minutes practice, all right?

A big hit.

Well, we know who takes the credit for that.

I'll show you your room.

[smacking loudly]

[breathing heavily]

You hit hard.

For a chick?

For anyone your size.

You're new here.

What's your name?

Hamid.

Well, Hamid, I'm sure I'll be getting to know you.

You being a mate of Benny's.

[laughing]

You're a cop?

[Anna] This is Anna. Leave a message.

[beep]

Hi, it's me.

I'm staying with Tori and Hamish.

[solemn music playing]

Look, um,

I'm gonna give you some space.

When you're ready to talk, just call me.

I love you.

...for our sake,

please,

please get in touch.

Is this something we need to be worried about?

No. No.

Don't shit a shitter, boys.

If there's anything you haven't told me...

No, there isn't. We're sweet.

What about Erica?

This appeal is clearly aimed at her.

She's gone to ground.

I can't even get a hold of her.

[Lloyd] Maybe tell the police that.

You know, show some concern,

being her boyfriend and all.

[door opens]

Hi, um, I was here the other day

about Sophie Chalcott.

Um, I've got more to say.

I saw Sophie's mum on TV.

It was so sad, and I was like,

"Maybe I should tell you."

There were drugs on the party boat.

I wasn't doing any, but my friends were.

They got them from Sophie and Erica.

You're saying Sophie and Erica were dealing drugs?

Not dealing, no,

but like, selling them.

Everyone knew if you wanted drugs,

you went to Sophie or Erica.

But like, not me, I didn't.

You be safe, eh?

Take care of yourself.

-Oscar, hi! -Hey, Oscar.

Hi.

[door opening]

Just in here, mate.

Take a seat, thanks, Oscar.

Mind if I record this, mate?

-Uh, yeah. -[beeping]

I don't have anything new.

I just haven't heard from Erica,

and I'm really beginning to worry.

[Meg] We've had a good response to Sophie's parents' appeal.

One thing it's thrown up is the suggestion

that Erica and Sophie were dealing drugs.

What? No! God no.

You never saw them selling drugs to their friends?

No.

Okay, maybe a few pills,

but they weren't drug dealers.

Where'd they get them from?

-I don't know. -Really?

I just came here to see if you've heard from her.

I'm worried.

Did they ever sell you drugs?

[Oscar] Erica works a bar in Manly.

I think there's a guy there that she gets them from.

Okay, 'cause a moment ago,

you said you didn't know.

[Paea] Does this guy have a name?

Yeah, he must have. I don't know it.

-Description? -[Oscar] I never met him.

I just know he gives her a few pills

to give to her friends, you know, like, not a lot,

not an indictable amount.

You know what an indictable amount is?

What can you tell us about the break-in at Erica's unit?

Um, me? Nothing.

But clearly you know about it.

Erica did say something.

Kids, she thought.

They didn't think to report it to the police?

I don't think they saw the point.

There wasn't much taken.

Sophie thought she might've even left the door unlocked.

How'd you get those scratches on your hand?

Uh, gardening.

Seem pretty sure about that.

Didn't even have to think.

Well, yeah, it's my job.

I'm a gardener.

Great.

Well, if we have any news about Erica,

we'll let you know, and if you hear from her,

you tell her to give us a call, yeah?

[soft music playing]

Sure.

[Meg] Do you think Oscar...

Supplied the drugs to the girls?

He knows more about that break-in than he's letting on.

That could be related to the drugs.

Oh, but is it related to Sophie's murder?

Sarge?

I've tracked the 20K from Sophie's account.

Let me guess, a number of small cash deposits?

A single check,

paid last month from a firm

called Think Big Unlimited.

[Meg] Who the hell are they?

[Cindy] Their directors are Justin and Mary Makepeace.

Makepeace?

I know that name.

He's the Chief of Staff to the leader of the Labour Party.

No, bugger 'em. Six is my last offer.

Well, it's not, but tell them that.

They might blink.

Sorry, gotta go.

Simon!

Come in. Good to see you.

Geri, coffees, please.

Thanks, Geri.

I wanted to bring you up to speed

on the sale of Winston Station.

Simon, bugger that.

In the greater scheme of things,

couldn't be less important.

Well, the South Americans

have upped their bid

by $15 million.

Fifteen million?

Contingent on market projections, of course, but...

You know, I don't even know if this is appropriate.

I have no idea how you and Abigail are even coping,

but...

if you two need a break from room service,

I would love to invite you to my place for a barbie.

That'd be great.

I'd really appreciate that, Lloyd.

Abigail would too.

I guess if you're feeling up to it,

we could review where we're at with Winston Station.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Greg Hardy's office.

[overlapping chatter]

D.S. Driscoll, D.S. Drummond, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

No, thank you for seeing us at no notice.

Well, you made it sound important.

It is.

Why do you spell "Labour" without a "U"?

-What? -No, just...

You spell "Labour" the American way.

Is that what you wanted to see me about?

Let's go to my office.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Hardy.

D.S. Max Drummond from London.

We met at the airport.

With Abigail, yes.

What brings you here?

Oh, just a few questions for your Chief of Staff.

Oh, is that something I should sit in on?

Well, it was nice meeting you again.

And you.

[solemn music playing]

[door creaking closed]

Uh, it was for research.

Research?

What into?

How to get our message across to young people.

They're known for being, uh,

disenchanted with politics.

Don't you have companies to do that for you?

We thought that Sophie would provide

a fresh perspective, um,

as a member of that demographic

but also as an outsider.

Can we see it, this research?

Sure, sure.

Yeah, um, it might take me a little while to find it.

[door opening]

Everything all right, Justin?

Yes, um, Greg,

it's nothing you need to concern yourself with.

We were just asking a few questions

about Sophie Chalcott.

If Sophie did this work for the party,

why was she paid by a consulting firm?

That might be an issue

for the Australian Electoral Commission.

-What's this about? -It's nothing, Greg, really.

Mr. Makepeace paid Sophie Chalcott

$20,000 shortly before she died.

He said it was for research.

Sophie Chalcott was my daughter.

Or so she'd recently revealed to me.

I'd had no idea.

It was a revelation

that, should that come out during an electoral campaign,

could be a serious embarrassment.

Family values politician caught cheating on his wife?

Even if it were 20 years ago.

What about the money?

It was for her to piss off abroad

until after the election,

except the little bitch didn't.

[soft, tense music playing]

Where were you on the night that Sophie Chalcott died,

Mr. Makepeace?

Uh, you can't think that I had anything to do with this?

Remind me of the date.

The 28th.

[Makepeace groans, clears throat]

Okay, you had dinner

with the Sino-Australian Friendship Alliance...

You weren't there.

I don't like Chinese food.

Uh, I stayed at the office

and, and, and worked late.

Um, if I remember,

I left around midnight.

Can anyone verify that?

Uh, no, I was, I was working by myself.

Still, there's bound to be security footage we could check.

Uh, no.

Uh, hang on, sorry,

I'm getting my, my days mixed up.

It's the 28th.

Um, yeah,

um, I left around seven

and, uh, and went home.

Um, I don't often get a chance

to put the kids to bed.

So your wife should be able to vouch for you.

Shit.

Shit. [laughs nervously]

I was, uh...

meeting someone.

Can she provide you with an alibi?

It's a he.

-You know? -[Greg] No.

But there's been gossip.

Justin, I don't care.

No. My wife would.

She doesn't need to know about any of this, does she?

That's not our concern, sir.

But we do need to speak with this man.

He's married too.

[Meg] We'll go to his place of work.

That would be even worse.

He's, uh, he's a teacher at a Christian school.

Yeah, but in Australia,

you can't be fired for being gay, can you?

No, but religious schools can dismiss teachers

if their behavior isn't in keeping with their faith.

Oh, so like, if you're gay?

Right.

We can do this in a way that no one will know.

But you do need to give us his name.

[sizzling]

It's nice and fired.

When Simon said you'd invited us for a meal, Lloyd,

I assumed you'd have it catered.

After you've tasted this, you might wish I had.

No.

You clearly know one end of a sausage from another.

[Lloyd] Well, here, we call them snags,

and the, uh, beef comes from my cattle,

and the lamb from my sheep.

It's the station I'm selling for Lloyd.

Yeah, all things going well.

You might have a bigger hand in that than Simon.

-Me? -[Lloyd] Hmm.

The trade deal you negotiated.

It's a big opportunity for Aussie farmers,

or it could be,

if you drop your demand

that British standards of food production

become the norm.

You mean lower our standards

to your level,

allowing meat pumped full of hormones?

British consumers expect better.

[Lloyd] Tell me, is that cooked enough?

It's delicious.

Can't taste the hormones coursing through it?

Well, let's eat.

Start with a sausage each, lamb.

So how close are we to a deal?

Close, but this issue divides us

and, at the moment,

neither side will budge.

Surely the Brits won't jeopardise

the whole deal because of this.

It would be madness.

I'll bear that assessment in mind.

[Lloyd groans] Enough shop talk.

You're here to relax.

So, please.

[birds chirping]

To be honest,

work is a welcome distraction.

I'm not wishing to pry,

but I can't help wondering if the police made any progress.

The police have set their sights on Sophie's flatmate, Erica.

Do you know her at all?

Oh, I've met her, I'm not keen.

Son, you joining us?

No, I gotta go meet Oz.

Yeah, uh, we were just talking about Oscar's girlfriend.

The police seem to be taking an interest in her.

Any idea why?

Well, she has disappeared.

Oscar reckons she got mixed up in drugs.

But he's told the police everything he knows.

Okay.

All right.

[soft music playing]

Is he all right?

He's, uh, taking the whole thing very badly.

Do you think drugs had something to do with Sophie's death?

Well, there's gotta be a reason they're looking at Erica.

Come on.

Let's eat, eh?

[video game beeping]

[toy dinosaur roaring]

Darling, don't do that.

[video game beeping]

[beeping stops]

Look, if you practice now,

you can show Daddy when he comes home.

[boy] I don't want to.

Would you like to show me?

I used to play the piano.

-Did you? -Yeah.

Until I discovered girls, and then I gave it up,

which is a big mistake

because girls love a musician.

Could I have a go?

[gentle piano music]

[music stops]

There you go.

That was my party piece.

Hmm, what are you learning?

Oh yeah! All right.

Well, tell you what,

why don't you have a go,

and then, maybe,

you can teach me.

Okay.

[birds chirping]

[mellow piano music]

Thank you.

[piano music continues]

[music ends]

The PM's woes have deepened.

Turns out the dog he shouted at,

its name was Stanley.

So?

So why would he call Stanley a "stupid bitch?"

He says she was named after the village

in County Durham his family comes from.

The press aren't buying it.

I can't believe this is what's dominating the news.

It's not.

A Kardashian has done something,

I don't know what.

But, uh, Stanleygate

has Westminster enthralled.

The Foreign Secretary must be happy.

Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you?

But, uh...

his ascension no longer seems

a foregone conclusion.

Another name is being spoken of.

Who?

[soft music playing]

[Ben] I know you had no ulterior motive,

but you can't blame them.

I mean, you were magnificent.

This, um...

tragedy is inevitably having an impact on your career,

and I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't across that.

[Max] "What head of detectives did smelled off."

Six letters.

[Meg] I still like Erica for this.

It might begin with a "D."

Did you hear me?

Yeah, you fancy Erica for Sophie's murder.

Yeah, some sort of fallout.

Maybe drugs related?

-[Max] Rancid. -What?

Well, "what head of detectives did,"

right, that's "Ran CID,"

"smelled off..."

Rancid.

Why else would she flee?

You draw a long bow.

Is that a clue?

Hey? No.

I'm just saying that you jump to conclusions.

Then you don't agree?

I just believe in keeping an open mind.

Everyone's under suspicion until they've been ruled out.

Bet your colleagues love you.

[scoffs]

Why do you think I'm here?

I don't know.

Why are you here?

I mean, why you?

Well, okay, so,

we wanted this guy for murder.

He was a drug dealer, and so was his victim.

You know, right?

So we raided his place,

and we found absolutely nothing.

It was totally clean,

apart from a load of coke that my colleague found

in a toilet cistern that I'd already checked.

What, you missed it?

[Max] You might say that the end justifies the means.

My boss certainly would, but I just don't agree.

That's why I've been transported to the colonies.

Because you have integrity.

I'll take that as a compliment.

[Meg] Don't.

It's the minimum I'd expect of a cop.

Anyway, enough about me.

Tell me about you.

I don't know a thing.

Are you single, divorced, gay?

We should go.

You haven't answered my question.

Do you remember our cover story?

[Max] Of course I do...

darling.

[car door opens]

[car dinging]

[car beeps]

[woman] Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!

Sarah Skillman, Director of Admissions.

And your child is...

-Uh, Tristram. -Tristan.

Tristram.

Tristan's a, a pet name.

[birds chirping]

Well, let's give you the tour.

You said you'd arrange for us

to meet with the Head of Computer Science.

Maybe we could do that first.

Uh, yes.

He should be free now.

Just this way.

Don't fucking look at me.

[man] Please, take a seat.

I think you'll find that our computing program

is second to none.

[groans]

Please, don't let us keep you.

I'm sure you have a lot to do.

My time is yours.

As well as the facilities you see here,

our Years 5 and 6 students are issued with their own iPads.

Actually, I don't feel very well.

Those prawns we had last night.

Is there somewhere that I could... throw up?

Oh. This way.

Good heavens, I hope she's gonna be all right.

Oh, she'll be fine.

Uh, right, sir, don't be alarmed,

but we're detectives here to speak to you

about your relationship with Justin Makepeace.

Who?

The man you meet for sex.

Oh, dear God.

[sighs]

When did you last see him?

Uh, um...

about a week ago.

The Friday.

-The 28th? -Yeah.

All good?

Yeah, uh, thank you.

We won't take up any more of your time.

What was that all about?

I don't know, he just made his excuses and left.

I think he knew they couldn't afford it.

I mean, did you see her clothes?

Yeah. [chuckles]

[gentle music playing]

-[frogs croaking] -[water lapping]

[dishes clinking gently]

[Tori] Yeah, yeah. Yeah, fine. Okay, bye.

Bye.

Hamish has had to fly to Melbourne for a meeting.

Does he go away for work a lot?

Every opportunity, I sometimes think.

I'm ready for my story.

Daddy won't be home tonight.

I'll read you a bedtime story.

Can Max?

Sure!

Yes!

You're the father they've never had.

It's easy when you're their uncle.

Why don't you want children?

Whoa!

Who says I don't?

Well, Anna, obviously.

I never said that.

So you do?

[sighs]

If I do something, I have to do it well,

and I'm just not sure I could be a good father.

When I'm on a case, I give it 100 percent.

It sort of takes me over,

and Anna knows that.

[soft music playing]

And if I had kids,

I wouldn't want to be distracted

or absent, and I would be.

I couldn't promise to be at the football match

or speech day.

Or even birth.

I'd hate to be that dad.

The fact you're thinking about it

means you'd make a better dad than some.

The Prime Minister has developed a reputation

for saying one thing one day then claiming it meant...

Please, Simon, turn that off.

[reporter] ...Stanleygate is being seen

as just the latest example.

For the moment--

Some reporters tracked down Stanley's vet

who confirms that she was indeed a bitch.

PM's off the hook then.

Pundits are saying the damage has already been done.

Ben tells me that...

if the PM does go,

I may be one of the contenders to replace him.

It's not your fault this has presented you an opportunity.

Yes, but should I be prepared

to capitalise on it?

And the truth is...

I am.

Eager, even.

That's terrible, isn't it?

Our goal has always been Number 10.

Perhaps some good will yet come out of all this.

[footsteps departing]

[phone ringing]

[soft music playing]

[Abigail] Hello?

Who is this?

[Anna] This is Anna. Leave a message.

[beep]

Hey.

Listen,

I know I said I wouldn't call,

but I lied, all right?

Please call me.

[sighs]

[phone chiming]

[dramatic music playing]