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(WONDERFUL LIFE BY KATIE MELUA PLAYS)

SONG: ♪ Here I go ♪

♪ Out to sea again ♪

♪ The sunshine fills my head ♪

♪ And dreams hang in the air ♪

♪ Gulls in the sky ♪

♪ And in my blue eyes ♪

♪ You know it feels unfair ♪

♪ There's magic everywhere ♪

♪ Look at me standing ♪

♪ Here on my own again ♪

♪ Up straight in the sunshine ♪

♪ No need to run ♪

♪ And hide ♪

♪ It's a wonderful, wonderful life ♪

♪ No need to laugh ♪

♪ Or cry ♪

♪ It's a wonderful, wonderful life... ♪

Hey, mate! Over there!

KATIE MELUA: ♪ It's a wonderful life ♪

♪ It's a wonderful life ♪

♪ It's a wonderful life. ♪

(SIRENS HOWL)

WOMAN: (ON BROADCAST) No formal identification has yet been made.

The body is believed to be that of Sophie Chalcott...

(DOOR CLOSES)

the 19-year-old daughter

of the British Trade and Industry Minister...

- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Abigail Crawford.

- You wanted to see me, sir? - KILROY: You seen this?

WOMAN: (ON TV) Sydney on her gap year.

Her mother apparently heard of the tragedy

during a House of Commons select committee hearing.

The press in Australia is reporting...

We've been invited to send someone to Sydney

to observe the investigation.

WOMAN: (ON TV)... by a rock fisherman, not far...

- Why? - High-profile case.

Hands across the ocean and all that crap.

WOMAN: (ON TV)... how the body came to be in the water.

The Sydney metropolitan police are expected to make...

- MAN: Any evidence of foul play? - A formal statement later today.

Not yet, but the Chief Constable has asked me to volunteer someone.

- WOMAN: (ON TV)... of Abigail Crawford and her husband... - Congratulations.

- Simon Chalcott. - (LAUGHS) No, sir, I've...

I've got Michael Mason's committal hearing in the morning.

DS Metcalfe will handle that.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Abigail Crawford is considered to be

a close ally of the Prime Minister.

WOMAN: Today?!

I won't go if you don't want me to.

- Well, why wouldn't I want you to? - I don't know how long I'll be gone.

I suppose if it IS ruled a murder,

it could be a couple of months, maybe more.

Well...

you'd better take the big suitcase.

- Welcome on board. - Thank you.

Uh, 48E.

Thank you, Mr Drummond.

- Oh. Thank you. - You're... down there to your left.

Great. Thank you.

Welcome aboard.

(COUGHS)

- WOMAN: (ON PA) Greetings, everyone. - (BLOWS NOSE)

This is your captain speaking.

Our flight time to Singapore this evening

is 13 hours and five minutes.

(BABY CRIES)

So do settle in and make yourselves comfortable.

And we hope you have a pleasant and relaxing journey.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

That's clean, Sarge.

What, nothing?

You want to tell us where you stashed it?

Do you want to suck my dick?

Come off it.

- It was taped to the inside of your toilet system. - Bullshit.

Michael Mason, I'm arresting you

for the possession of a controlled drug...

- This is a stitch-up. - With intent to supply.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defence...

KILROY: You're accusing a colleague of planting evidence?

No. I'm saying it wasn't there when I looked.

Maybe you missed it.

We all want Mason for murder.

This is a step in the right direction.

I won't lie under oath.

- (BABY CRIES) - (PLANE ENGINE WHINES)

- (LAUGHTER) - (GASPS)

(SIGHS) Are you all right?

(SIGHS)

I mean, oh...

(SIGHS)

What's the name of the detective London's sending out?

Max Drummond.

- Detective sergeant. - (SIGHS)

- He's on this flight. - (SNIFFS)

He's in economy.

(LAUGHTER AND COUGHING)

MAN: Detective Sergeant?

The Secretary of State suggested

I might want to swap seats with you.

- (BABY CRIES) - I can't believe you do.

(CLEARS THROAT) Secretary of State.

Detective Sergeant.

Please.

Oh. Thank you.

Sorry.

I'm extremely sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Please...

call me Abigail.

I'm Max.

I've seen your CV.

Impressive.

You went to university.

Well.

A lot of people do.

Not many who join the police.

What happened?

Your first choice of career didn't work out?

(LAUGHS) Uh...

(SIGHS)

well, let's just say that, uh, uh,

being a policeman was a childhood dream

that I've still not quite grown out of.

Well, it's good you've got to live your dream.

What can you tell me about Sophie's death?

No more than I'm sure you know already.

Was she murdered?

I don't know.

Might have just been a tragic accident.

So you could be making a wasted trip.

I hope so.

WOMAN: If Sophie wasn't murdered, then it's not our case.

Our boss wants to know what we're dealing with,

so... what do I tell him?

Patience is a virtue?

You haven't met my boss, have you?

Oh.

You know, I always thought that if I was to murder someone

and make it look like an accident -

I mean, let's be honest, who hasn't thought of it?

Um, I'd dump the body in the harbour.

What, so you're saying she WAS murdered or...

No. No.

You're saying she wasn't?

No, I'm saying it's just very difficult to tell,

yeah, 'cause in the harbour, there are, um...

there are rocks and there are sharks and there are...

uh, uh, uh, boats churning up and down.

I mean, that can hide a multitude of sins.

But, um, I'll... I'll surely know more after the autopsy.

Hmm. Then we won't keep you any longer.

Well... well, no. Um... um... no.

I can't do it yet.

No, I've got three in line before Sophie.

Well, can she jump the queue?

She is kind of important.

Well, they're all important to their loved ones.

Hm.

Uh, but, yes, I'll, um...

I'll see what I can do.

Um... oh, just one... one thing.

Um, this swelling.

I mean, that can only occur before death.

This bruise here on the... on the cheek,

that's a little suspicious, yeah.

Do you have children, Max?

Uh, no.

But you're married?

Yeah.

Seven years.

We've tried for a baby. (SIGHS)

IVF even, but...

I think we may have decided to give up.

You think you may have?

I used to think there could be nothing worse... (LAUGHS)

than not having children.

Well, you're being...

admirably composed.

It's not all my own doing.

Yes, the two Vs.

Valium and vodka.

Oh, blimey.

That's a powerful combination.

Especially at 35,000 feet.

Thank you.

You'll keep me company?

Yeah. Go on, then.

Erm... bourbon and Coke, please.

Don't worry.

I'm quite in control of myself.

That's something Sophie used to complain about.

My composure.

"Why can't you just be yourself?" she'd say.

But this is me.

You must have been very young

when you had Sophie.

23.

We were only just married.

What would you be willing to tell me about her?

I'd just...

like to know who she was.

She was, uh...

infuriating. (LAUGHS)

In a good way.

(UNZIPS CONTAINER)

Wilful.

Even as a child. (LAUGHS)

Used to drive me mad.

But I came to see it as one of her greatest attributes.

It's hard to believe that...

that's where the photos will end.

If someone was responsible for her death,

you'll do everything you can to bring them to justice?

It's not MY investigation.

I'm just an observer.

You promise me, Max.

For fuck's sake!

What'll I tell the press?

That pending further investigation...

we're not sure.

Oh. Brilliant.

Headline writes itself:

"Police clueless."

Literally correct.

We should let the locals handle it.

What about the bruise on her cheek?

Could be anything. Rough sex. I don't know.

(DETECTIVE LAUGHS)

Interesting, that's your first thought.

BOSS: All right. Well, keep it for now, pending the autopsy.

I'm giving the case to Rob.

- What? - BOSS: You don't have the experience.

No, you can't.

You assigned ME.

Paea, would you give us a moment, please?

PAEA: Yes, sir.

(SIGHS)

Meg.

I'm doing you a favour.

If this gets ruled a homicide,

the scrutiny you'd be under.

Fine.

They talk about headlines writing themselves.

How about "Male boss thinks job beyond female cop,

replaces her with bloke"?

Well, it's a bit long for a headline.

Fuck.

All right.

Well, let's just hope she got pissed and fell off a boat.

- Is that all, boss? - Yes.

No. Uh... your liaison.

My what?

Some cop from London. He's coming with the girl's mother.

What? Why? WE don't even know what we're dealing with.

Well, you'll be dealing with him.

Keeping him abreast of any developments.

Which shouldn't take long.

And organise a car to pick him up.

Chief, I don't have time to babysit some Pom

who thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.

Well, I doubt he's all that. They wouldn't spare a good man.

Even better. Some deadwood telling me how to do my job.

Would you rather I took you off the case?

I wouldn't worry. He's not gonna get in your way.

He doesn't have the jurisdiction.

Does HE know that?

I'm sure you'll make him aware.

How was your flight?

Abigail.

Hey.

- I am so sorry. - (DOOR CLOSES)

- Thank you. - I mean, words can't even...

Thank you for coming.

Who's that?

Greg Hardy.

Leader of the Labor Party.

The Prime Minister?

You don't follow Australian politics, do you?

He hopes to be. There's an election on.

How's Simon?

Beside himself.

As you can imagine. I'm sure.

- Isn't her husband meeting her here? - He's at the hotel.

He flew in last night.

Greg, I'd like you to meet Detective Sergeant Max Drummond from London.

He was a great comfort to me on the flight.

Greg Hardy. Old friend of the family.

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

Leader of the opposition.

Oh, you're up in your Australian politics. I'm impressed.

Uh, just to warn you, there are cameras outside the terminal.

Of course there are.

Did YOU tip them off?

It's fine.

You need the airtime.

I see you've slipped in the polls. Something about a health scare.

Oh, it's a beat-up.

It's the government flinging mud. Shows they're desperate.

Can we offer you a lift into town, Detective Sergeant?

Oh, no, no. Thank you, ma'am. A... a driver will be picking me up.

- Then I'm sure we'll see you soon. - MAN: We should get going.

Look, um, when you're ready.

ABIGAIL: Do I look all right?

Oh, you...

bastards.

- (BEEP) - (DOOR OPENS)

(SOBS)

No, no.

Just leave that there. Thanks. Yep.

(CLOSES DOOR)

You did tell 'em that I was here?

DS Drummond?

Chief Inspector Andrew Newell. I wanted to welcome you personally.

How was your flight?

The last seven hours felt longer.

Yeah. Have you been to your hotel?

No. No, no. I came straight here.

Well, I'll get you a car. You can check in, freshen up.

Uh, I think I'd rather be just brought up to speed, sir.

Excellent.

Well, uh, let's get you sorted with a pass.

PAEA: And 5:23pm, now, Sophie leaves work,

and she walks down to Circular Quay,

where she meets her boyfriend, Tom.

Now, she meets him for a drink, and they board the party boat

at 6:17pm not long after.

Everyone.

Uh, this is DS Max Drummond from the murder squad in London.

DS Meg Driscoll. She'll be leading the investigation.

We won't hold you up any further, Meg.

DS Drummond, if you'd, um...

care to sit here.

Thank you.

PAEA: Yeah, so they're on the harbour

for the best part of four hours,

all faithfully recorded on social media,

before disembarking the boat just a little after 10.

Now, it is here where Sophie and Tom split up

and Sophie leaves with her friend Erica

to go to a bar on Loftus Street.

Now, Sophie leaves here alone at 11:12pm,

goes to the corner of Bridge Street.

And this is the last that's seen of her.

OK, so Erica says that

Sophie told her she wants to get some fresh air

and that she would meet her at home, but...

she never made it.

The girls are flatmates, right?

Sophie and Erica?

Yes. In Manly.

Have you been offered coffee, DS Drummond?

Oh, no. Max, please. (LAUGHS)

And, yeah, that'd be great. Thank you.

Lachie.

Show DS Drummond how to use the coffee machine.

OK. I'll, uh... I'll let them know.

Uh, Sarge?

Sophie's parents are ready to identify the body.

Another time, Lachie.

This your first time in Australia, DS Drummond?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, my wife and I had planned to come out before

'cause her sister lives out here.

- Oh, yeah? - A place called Rose Bay.

PAEA: Nice.

Um...

could you not track Sophie's movement from her phone?

She lost it on the boat, dropped it overboard, taking a selfie.

So...

OK. Um...

- Oh! - Yeah.

- Well, is it a savings account? - Sorry. (LAUGHS)

Force of habit. Sorry.

All right.

Oh. No.

All right. Well, let me know how she goes with it.

Cheers.

500 bucks was taken out of Sophie's bank account

eight hours AFTER her body was found.

From an ATM?

- Side street near Martin Place. - Mmm.

Where's Martin Place?

CBD.

Central business district, mate.

MEG: Well, they have to have known her PIN.

Mmm. Do we have any CCTV?

Cindy's looking at it.

OK.

Hey.

There must be security cameras in the vicinity.

That's what he just said.

Was it? Oh, sorry.

I... I can't hear too well in the back.

It's only necessary for one of you to make the identification, if...

that's what you prefer.

No, we both will.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me a moment.

- (DOOR OPENS) - Mmm.

Depending on the state of the body,

could be quite distressing.

We both want to see her.

They're ready for us.

(CLEARS THROAT)

That won't change our final conclusion.

- Oh! - Jesus. (SOBS)

This is Sophie, yes. Yes.

(SOBS)

MAX: Meg.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- MEG: It's definitive. - You have more information.

You tell me!

The autopsy revealed that there wasn't any water in her lungs.

What does that mean?

That she didn't drown.

It looks like she died before her body entered the water.

The autopsy confirmed that the bruising on her cheek

was sustained before death,

and a tiny fragment of stone was found in a wound

on the back of her head.

It's not any rock type found in the harbour.

I am very sorry, but...

we are now treating this as a murder case.

(ABIGAIL SOBS)

If it's all right, I'll leave you with...

DS Drummond.

We have to get back to the station, but...

perhaps he can escort you to your hotel.

Meg. Meg.

I thought we could catch up later.

Why?

Well, in... in case of any further developments.

If there are, I'll let you know. We have your phone number.

Yeah, but I thought we could try to get to know each other a bit,

to avoid any misunderstandings, now we're gonna be working together.

We're not. You're observing our investigation.

There you are, you see, look. First misunderstanding.

(SIGHS) I'll come to your hotel.

Meet you at the bar. Eight o'clock.

All right. It's a date.

I mean, not like a... not like a date.

Apologise. I'll shut up.

Eight o'clock.

(SIGHS)

(SOBS AND SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

I want to go and see Tom.

Sophie's boyfriend?

I want to look him in the eye

and know that he had nothing to do with this.

You'll come with us, Max.

ABIGAIL: This is Lloyd's house.

Looks like the Guggenheim.

It IS the north shore.

Which is like the Chelsea of Sydney.

You're Australian, Mr Chalcott.

Born in Perth.

Then I did the usual Australian thing

and got out as soon as I could,

joined the other expats in Earl's Court

and lived in London ever since.

- And you're friends with Tom's father? - Lloyd?

Um, I do some work for him.

Simon's an accountant.

Well... I'm a little bit more than that.

Tax management, estate planning, that sort of thing.

I was on Lloyd's sheep station when I got the news.

It's about a quarter of a million hectares in Queensland.

Is that big?

About the size of Luxembourg.

Oh.

And... sorry, so...

it... it... it's through your connection that Sophie met Tom?

He spent his gap year in London, lived with us for a while.

Long enough for them to fall in love.

MAX: You didn't approve?

SIMON: Abigail feared we would lose our only child to Australia.

I wish he'd never come.

YOUNG MAN: Abigail. Simon.

I am so sorry.

Simon.

This is my friend Oscar.

- He came to offer his condolences. - Uh-huh.

These are Sophie's parents.

Oh, God. I'm... I'm... I'm so sorry.

Sophie was my girlfriend's flatmate.

Erica Payton.

ABIGAIL: Detective Sergeant Drummond from the UK.

Right. They said on the news that they were sending someone.

I have to get to my next job, but...

I'm... I'm so sorry to meet you under these circumstances.

- Stay strong, bro. - Thanks.

All right.

TOM: Please, guys, come in.

Do the police know what's happened?

They say...

that Sophie was murdered.

What?

Um... that's not...

- Jesus. - Common knowledge yet.

- How? What happened? - I'm sorry, we...

we can't go into details.

You've no idea what might have happened to her?

No. I... I don't know where she went.

I didn't see her after we got off the boat.

Why did you split up?

What?

I'm sorry, I mean, why did she go with Erica?

Oh.

Erica was pissed off with Oscar about something,

they'd had a row, and...

she'd had a bit to drink.

Sophie?

Erica.

Sophie too.

Not too much, though.

I wouldn't have let her go if I didn't think she was safe.

MAN: Simon.

Abigail. I am so sorry for your loss.

She was a wonderful girl.

Thank you.

She was murdered, Dad.

- Murdered? - SIMON: Yes.

- The autopsy showed that sh... - We... we can't talk about that.

Hello.

Uh, DS Max Drummond, from the murder squad in London.

You're investigating?

Observing, as a courtesy.

This is devastating.

If I can be of any help, of course, you're welcome to stay here.

Thank you, but the hotel is fine.

I don't know how long I'll be staying.

Sophie worked as an intern at Lloyd's company.

ABIGAIL: Thank you for giving her that opportunity.

How did that come about?

She needed a job and she asked if Dad could help.

It's all perfectly legitimate.

MAX: Oh, yeah. No, no. I have no doubt.

I'm just... interested in how these things work.

She was an incredible worker,

a credit to you both.

We're trying to get a sense of what her life out here was like.

(SOBS)

(SNIFFS)

Sorry.

I'm sure Tom will tell you everything he can.

TOM: (SIGHS) She, um...

I loved her.

I really loved her, Dad.

And she loved you.

- (TOM SOBS) - (PHONE RINGS)

ABIGAIL: Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

(TOM SOBS)

- Sorry. I'd better get this. - ABIGAIL: OK. It's OK.

- (TOM SOBS) - (LLOYD SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, thank you, Mark. I appreciate that.

And please don't hesitate to call me at any time.

Bye.

(SIGHS)

The Prime Minister sends his condolences.

Uncharacteristically empathetic.

ABIGAIL: He told me to take as long as I need.

Said that Don is ready to take the lead on the trade agreement.

I told him that won't be necessary,

that while I'm here, I'll see what I can do to push it along.

Set up a meeting with my Australian counterpart, will you, Ben?

Oh, and get me five minutes with Greg Hardy.

Is that wise?

Well, as a minister of the British Crown,

you shouldn't be seen to be taking sides in the Australian election.

He's an old family friend

who there's a fair chance will be the next Australian prime minister.

No point passing up an opportunity.

Thank you, Ben.

BEN: I'll see you in the morning.

Goodnight, Simon.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're going to discuss trade now?

Well, I can't let Don do it.

- Our daughter is dead. - Don't you think I know that?

You're acting as though you don't.

I don't know what else to do!

I have to carry on. WE have to carry on.

I can't! Our daughter is dead!

We have to be strong.

Or this'll destroy us.

I'm going to get ready for bed.

Have you spoken to Tori?

MAX: I haven't had a chance.

Barely had time to sit down.

Or pee.

That is two different things, right?

Oh, I miss you.

- You've only been gone a day. - Yeah, and already I miss you.

- What does that tell you? - That you have separation issues.

I told Tori that you're coming.

Yeah, all right. I'll call her.

GIRL: Miss?

- Martha won't play with me. - Well, then, play with someone else.

One of the other Marthas.

What are you doing tonight?

(YAWNS) Having a drink with my opposite number.

- And what's he like? - She.

About my age. Quite attractive.

- Not very friendly. - 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.

Look, let's...

let's not do this now.

No, no. No.

Sorry.

Not at my best.

- Jet lag. - MAN: Anna?

I have to go.

Uh, call me tomorrow?

Love you.

Love you too.

(SIGHS)

Oh, my God.

I mean, like... it's so scary to think

- that could have been me. - (MAX SNORES)

PAEA: OK. Well... thanks for coming in, eh?

WOMAN: Can I, like, take a selfie in here?

PAEA: Uh, no.

- WOMAN: Pretty please? - PAEA: No.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Bugger this.

PAEA: Hey, thanks for coming in, Erica. How are you holding up?

Uh, I don't think it's really sunk in yet.

PAEA: Yeah. It can take a while.

Look, uh, we'll be wanting to take a look at Sophie's room.

Did you bring in a spare set of keys for us?

Oh. (SNIFFS)

How long had you and Sophie been flatmates?

ERICA: Oh, um, about a year.

Meg, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to stand you up.

Really?

Wasn't payback 'cause I didn't send a car for you?

No. God, no. (LAUGHS)

I fell asleep.

Hang on.

You didn't send a car for me?

Anyway, forget about it.

We're quits.

Except I really did fall asleep.

Anyway.

Erica had a row with her boyfriend.

That's why she and Sophie left the boat together.

I know. How do you?

Uh, Tom told me.

- You've met Tom? - Yeah.

Oscar too. At Lloyd's place.

You're not part of this investigation.

Sophie's parents asked me to go with them.

Oh, and I noticed that Oscar had scratches on his hand

and grazed knuckles.

But you weren't investigating?

PAEA: Meg!

Listen.

All I'm saying is, it might be worth asking him about.

Look, I know you're more experienced than me,

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

Only now, by you.

It's a big case. Must have a lot of faith in you.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Yeah.

Do nothing.

OK, so, we don't have anything from the ATM itself

and only grainy images from a CCTV camera at the bank,

but if we take the image

of the person withdrawing cash from Sophie's account

and marry it with footage from a hotel in Martin Place...

MAX: Sophie's flatmate, Erica.

Have we checked whether Sophie's bank account has been used again?

Uh, no.

- Shit. - Sorry, boss. That's my fault.

No, I should have told you to.

- Uh, Lachie, talk to her bank. - Yeah.

Have you watched the witness interviews?

I'm about halfway through.

And what have you learnt so far?

Australians pronounce 'party' 'pardy'.

It's really annoying.

The rest should take you an hour or so.

Yeah.

- GREG: Abigail. - Greg.

I am about to leave for Melbourne.

This won't take long. Is there somewhere quiet we can go?

Sure.

Oh, uh, just the two of us.

Shouldn't you tell the Pom that we're heading out?

I'll tell him when we get back.

All right.

He'd only want to come with us.

MAX: Who would?

- Jesus! - Don't you ever lock your car?

Not in the police car. Fuck, no.

You want to be in London.

Yeah, I wish you were.

Where do we expect to find Erica?

At home.

At the unit she shared with Sophie.

Sophie was your daughter.

She was your child, not Simon's.

Does he know?

No.

How long have YOU known?

ABIGAIL: To be honest, I had always had my suspicions.

She looked like you.

A little of me.

Nothing of Simon.

Did you never think she might be?

When I heard,

I suppose I did the maths.

But I figured you would have said something.

You were back in Sydney with your wife. I couldn't see the point.

And Simon was so happy to have a child.

He never knew about us.

But you're not sure, though?

Whether she was mine.

No, I am.

Last month, I was at a ministerial meeting in Singapore.

Sophie flew up to see me.

SOPHIE: I went to a doctor.

She ran lots of tests. It turns out I have something called HCM.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

And what's that?

It's when your heart muscles are abnormally thick,

meaning the heart has to work a lot harder

to push the same amount of blood around the body.

Is it serious?

SOPHIE: Can be.

Might be nothing.

So you don't have it?

Does Dad?

No.

Because it's a genetic condition.

If I have it, one of my parents must.

Dad isn't my dad, is he?

Darling, there...

there must be some mistake.

SOPHIE: That's what I thought too.

And then...

I saw this.

You'd mentioned he was an old friend of the family.

I googled him.

Nine months before I was born, Greg Hardy was an employment lawyer

seconded to the TUC in London.

Just as a young married researcher

was beginning her career at Westminster.

(SNIFFS)

He's my father, isn't he? (SOBS)

Sweetheart.

No. (KISSES)

So I am Sophie's father?

No. Simon is, and always will be.

Then why are you telling me?

ABIGAIL: I thought you had a right to know.

And I thought...

that I should warn you.

In case she told anyone else.

MEG: Erica?

Erica, are you there? It's the police.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Erica?

She's not picking up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Where's the Pom gone? - (WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

- Remember, I'm here. - (SIGHS)

MAX: Oh, thank you so much, Dima. You've been very helpful.

- (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) - Bye-bye, now.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

MEG: What were you doing?

I was just having a chat with Sophie's neighbour.

Lovely woman. Fled Poland in the '60s.

Still has a heavy accent.

And that's of interest why?

Well, she was saying - you know, at least, I... I think she was saying -

that the girls had a break-in, about a week ago.

You can't question people. You don't have any jurisdiction.

I was just making conversation.

Interesting, though, isn't it?

It may have nothing to do with Sophie's murder.

No.

But we should check it out. (SIGHS)

See if they filed a report.

What's her name, again?

Erm...

Dima Moiseenko.

Erica?

Police entering!

Are you home?

What did SHE want?

To tell me Sophie was my daughter.

Did you mention that Sophie had already told you?

I thought it best she remain ignorant of that fact.

I told you this could become a problem.

- I said I'd fix it. - And I said, "Don't tell me how."

Oh, Christ. Don't tell me how.

MAN: It's fine.

It's finished with.

PAEA: She's gone home to Tasmania for a couple of days.

Left a note for the cleaner.

They've got a cleaner?

- That's gen Z for you. - (PHONE RINGS)

Well, we told her we'd need to talk to her again.

(PHONE RINGS)

Go ahead, Lachie.

LACHIE: Yeah, so I've got Sophie's statements up here.

And, yeah, that ¤500 withdrawal

WAS the last activity out of her cash account.

And savings?

LACHIE: Savings...

Give me a sec.

Holy shit.

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

to E.G. Payton.

Erica.

Has she taken her passport?

You don't need it to go interstate.

So it should be here, shouldn't it?

Lachie.

Ring border security

and check whether Erica Payton's left the country.

Also the airlines, flights to Tasmania.

It's a good thing you didn't have her accounts frozen.

Now we have a person of interest, don't we?

Anna told me about the separation.

- Uh, I wouldn't call it that. - WOMAN: Oh. She did.

Please get in touch.

Were you watching it?

I need you at home tonight with Oscar.

I understand this is your first investigation, Detective Sergeant.

Sideline me so that YOU'RE her only point of contact?

No, stop.

The PM is keeping you off the front page.

There are calls for his resignation.

ABIGAIL: If the PM does go,

I may be one of the contenders to replace him.