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Look, the important thing is that we've got Sophie's laptop

You were 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.

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.

You can choose to have legal representation if you wish.

How am I going to afford a lawyer?

Maybe out of the 20K you stole from Sophie.

Makes a good point.

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.

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.

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...

Alright, I'll be taking that. Can you get me a lawyer?

Not without a warrant.

Alright, 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?

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 had in mind coming here,)

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?

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?

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.

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.

I think Google was invented

just so I could keep up with what you were doing.

You are so full of shit.

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?

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.

10.

Darling, you're home early.

Dinner didn't go well.

Don Carlos walked out.

Oh, dear.

Was it something he 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.

You just can't please some people.

Going down.

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.

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!

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?

(Ah shall we start it?)

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.

11:42pm, 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?

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...

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.

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?

It was stupid, really.

We were out on Lloyd's boat

and a jib sheet whipped me in the face.

You're alright, 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.

I'm sorry to give you so little notice.

Is there anyone else you can take?

Oh, my God.

The wealth, it's...

Obscene.

Intimidating.

What?

These women should all be in awe of you.

You outshine them all.

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?

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.

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.

Anna. Finally.

Thank you, Ben. I'll see you in the morning.

I confess.

You have me intrigued.

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...

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?

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.

(We need tell the guy you're a cop)

(Yeah as one of two reactions)

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?

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.

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.

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.

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?

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