All language subtitles for North.Shore.2023.S01E02.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

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. He's
coming with the girl's mother.

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? 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 EG Paton.

Erica.

This is Anna. Leave a message.

It's me.

I tried you last night,
but must have missed you.

Ooh. I'm seeing Tori later.

I'll send her your love.

Text me if you want.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Claims he was shouting at the dog,
but then his wife walks into view.

His popularity has plummeted.

It 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.

- 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 just that.

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,
when she didn't come home,

her flatmate, Erica Paton,
reported her missing.

Hang on. So, you're saying the last
sighting of her was just after 11?

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 centre

and then she just disappeared.

We think that she might
have hailed a taxi.

Have you checked with the cab companies?

Of course. And the rideshare services.

But no-one picked her up.

But 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'd 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.

So you don't think she
had much money, then?

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

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 just that 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.

Did you ever visit
her flat, Mr Chalcott?

Just the once.

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?
- 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.

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

I understand this is your first
investigation, Detective Sergeant.

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 DS
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 DS 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.
- No wonder she never gave me a chance.

- You didn't want her to.
- No, it's not like that.

Being all buddy-buddy.

- You want to be her go-to boy?
- That's not true.

Side-line 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.

But maybe if you had an
ounce of sensitivity...

Handing out advice now, are you?

Well, fuck you very much.

Meg!

My office. Now.

DS 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.

None of us like this situation,
but we're stuck in it.

And you two are stuck with each other.

Meg, you will treat DS Drummond

like he's a valued member of the team.

Which, of course, he is.

And for your part, DS 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 going to learn to play nice.

Aren't we?

That's the spirit.

Right...

Where are we with
tracking down Erica Paton?

Nowhere, boss.

We've checked international flights,
flights and ferries to Tassie.

Her parents haven't heard from
her and 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.

It might help if Sophie's parents

were to make an appeal
for more information.

Could encourage someone to come forward,

filling her missing hours.

Can't harm to ask.

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

Yes, sir.

- Oh, my God.
- Hello!

- It's been forever.
- 18 months.

I was just reading about you.

Oh, 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. A BLT and an
Energizer juice, please.

I'll have what she is having.

Clearly not a film buff.

- So how are you doing?
- OK. All right.

Almost over the jet lag.

Anna told me about the separation.

The... Well, no, I
wouldn't call it that.

Oh, she did.

Well, not in so many words.

More, actually. You
know how she goes on.

Suppose all marriages
have their ups and downs.

She described it as a trial.

Our marriage?

Your separation.

She said something about
breakdown in communication.

Oh, right.

Well, yeah, yeah, yeah.

There must be, because
this is all news to me.

How's your hotel?

Grim. 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 wasn't fishing.
- No, I know you weren't.

I'd like you. It'd be
nice having someone around.

- What about Hamish?
- 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...
- The boys will love it!

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

Oh, that's just because
they want presents.

They're nine and seven.

Might need a bit more help than that.

Move in this evening.

It's an easy commute,
Ferry across the harbour.

Mmm. Beats the tube.

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 would help me.
- Yeah, of course.

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 at Manly.

She had made all these
wonderful friends.

She was in love.

She had so much life
left in front of her.

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 mini
bar and ordering in.

She...

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.

And then, um, we just talked.

About nothing.

Just a mum and her daughter

catching up after too long apart.

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...
- Uh!

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

... for our sake, please, get in touch.

Thank you.

Please direct any further questions...

- Were you watching it?
- What?

I need you at home tonight, with Oscar.

I can't tonight, Dad.

7 o'clock. Don't be late.

What do you say, boys?

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

Um... Maybe just Max.

Can I play with it now?

OK. But, later, you do 20
minutes practice, all right?

- A big hit.
- Oh!

We know who takes the credit for that.

I'll show you your room.

You hit hard.

For a chick?

For anyone your size.

You're new here. What's your name?

Hamed.

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

you being a mate of Benny's.

You're a cop?

This is Anna. Leave a message.

Hi, it's me.

I'm staying with Tori and Hamish.

Look, um...

I'm going to 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?

Nup. Nup.

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.

Well, maybe tell the police that.

You know, show some concern,
being her boyfriend and all.

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.

Just in here, mate.

Take a seat, thanks, Oscar.

Mind if I record this, mate?

Uh, yeah.

I don't have anything new.

I just haven't heard from Erica,
and I'm really beginning to worry.

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.

OK. Maybe a few pills.

But they weren't drug dealers.

Where did they get them from?

- I don't know.
- Really?

Look, I just came here to see if
you've heard from her, all right?

I'm worried.

Did they ever sell you drugs?

Erica works at a bar in Manly.

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

OK.

Because a moment ago,
you said you didn't know.

- Does this guy have a name?
- Yeah, he must have. I don't know it.

- Description.
- 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 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.

And 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 have
even left the door unlocked.

How'd you get those
scratches on your hand?

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?

Sure.

- 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.

But is it related to Sophie's murder?

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

Let me guess. Number
of small cash deposits.

A single cheque, paid last month,

from a firm called Think Big Unlimited.

Who the hell are they?

Their directors are
Justin and Mary Makepeace.

Makepeace?

I know that name.

He's the chief of staff to
the leader of the Labor Party.

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

Well, it's not. But tell
them that. They might blink.

Sor... Got to 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.

Oh, 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.

15 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.

DS Driscoll, DS 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 '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.

DS Max Drummond from London.

- We met at the airport.
- With Abigail. Yes.

What brings you here?

Just a few questions
for your chief of staff.

Is that something I should sit in on?

Well, it was nice meeting you again.

And you.

How to get our message
across to young people.

They're known for being
disenchanted with politics.

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

We thought that Sophie would
provide a fresh perspective,

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.

- Everything all right in here, Justin?
- Yes, 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 Chilcott
$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.

And what about the money?

It was for her to piss off
abroad until after the election.

Except the little bitch didn't.

Where were you on the night
Sophie Chalcott died, Mr Makepeace?

You can't think that I had
anything to do with this.

Remind me of the date.

The 28th.

OK.

You had dinner with the
Sino-Australian Friendship Alliance.

You weren't there.

I don't like Chinese food.

I stayed at the office and worked late.

Um...

If I remember, I left around midnight.

Can anyone verify that?

No, I was... I was working by myself.

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

Uh, no, hang on.

Sorry. I'm getting my days mixed up.

The 28th? Um...

Yeah. I left around seven and...

... and went home.

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...

I was, uh...

... meeting someone.

Can she provide you with an alibi?

It's a he.

- You know?
- 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.

- We'll go to his place of work.
- That would be even worse.

He's a... 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 behaviour 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.

Nice and fine.

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.

Hmm, no.

You clearly know one end
of a sausage from another.

Well, here we call them snags.

And the 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?
- Mmm.

The trade deal you're negotiate,

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.

Tell me, is that cooked enough?

It's delicious.

Can't taste the hormones
coursing through it?

Come on, 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.

That would be madness.

I'll bear that assessment in mind.

Enough shoptalk.

You're here to relax, so, please.

To be honest, work is
a welcome distraction.

Not wishing to pry, but
I can't help wondering -

have 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 got to go meet Os.

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

The police seem to have been
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.

- OK.
- All right.

Is he all right?

No, he's taking the
whole thing very badly.

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

There's got to be a reason
they're looking at Erica.

Come on.

Let's eat, hey?

Darling, don't do that.

Look, if you practice now, then you
can show Daddy when he comes home.

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 was a big mistake,
because girls love a musician.

Can I have a go?

There you go.

That was my party piece, that.

Mmm. 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.

OK.

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.

Press aren't buying it.

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

It's not.

Kardashian has done
something, I don't know what,

but, uh, Stanley-gate 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?

I know you had no ulterior motive,

but... can't blame them.

You were magnificent.

This...

... tragedy is inevitably
having an impact on your career.

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

What head of detectives did smelled off.

Six letters.

I still like Erica for this one.

Might begin with a D.

- Did you hear me?
- Yeah.

You fancy Erica for Sophie's murder.

Yeah. Some sort of fall-out.

Maybe drugs-related.

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?

Eh? 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.

Why do you think I'm here?

I don't know. Why are you here?

I mean, why you?

Well... OK. 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 had already checked.

What? You missed it?

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.
- 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?

Of course I do,

darlin'.

Mr and Mrs Jackson! Sarah
Skillman, Director of Admissions.

And your child is...

- Tristin.
- Tristram.

Tristram. Tristin's a pet name.

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.

Please take a seat.

Now, I think you'll find our
computing program is second to none.

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, five and six students
are issued with their own iPad.

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
going to be all right.

Yeah, she'll be fine.

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.

When did you last see him?

Um...

About a week ago.

- The Friday.
- The 28th?

Yeah.

All good?

Yeah. 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.

Yeah. Fine. OK. 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?

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%.

Sort of takes me over. Anna knows that.

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.

But even birth.

I'd hate to be that dad.

The fact you're even 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 something.

Please, Simon, turn that off.

Stanley-gate 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 with 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.

Hello.

Who is this?

This is Anna. Leave a message.

Hey.

Listen,

I know I said I wouldn't call,

but I lied.

All right?

Please call me.

You look hot.

Thought I might wear
it to the blow-up pool.

Hell, yeah!

Oh, sorry.

PM sends his regards.

He wants me to stay on in Australia.

He wants you out of the way.

- She's playing you.
- Abigail?

She thinks you're in her pocket.

We know that Greg Hardy is
Sophie's biological father.

- It's not relevant.
- It is up to the police to determine what's relevant.

I was in love with you.

I still am.

The police don't seem to
know what it is they have,

but I need you to talk
to your girlfriend.

- She's not answering my calls.
- I don't give a rat's ass!

Lloyd Macklin, local boy made good.

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