All language subtitles for North.Shore.2023.S01E03.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

Where are we with
tracking down Erica Paton?

Nowhere, boss.

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

Erica and Sophie
were dealing drugs.

Beef comes from my cattle
and the lamb from my sheep.

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

Anna told me about
the separation.

I suppose all marriages
have their ups and downs.

It's hard to believe that... that's
where the first case will end.

This tragedy is inevitably
having an impact on your career

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

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.

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Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?

Did you come alone?
Jesus Christ!

You nearly gave
me a heart attack!

You're Erica.

Sophie's flatmate.

Uh, this is very Deep Throat.

It's a... homage, I take it.

The film - All The
President's Men.

Why else would we be
meeting in a car park?

Because the forecast was rain.

Oh, right.

And I, uh, wanted
to give you this.

What is it?

It's the reason someone
wanted to kill Soph.

We had a break-in, a few
days before she was murdered.

Oh, my god.

The bastards have taken
my laptop! Is that all?

It's the most
expensive thing I own!

I mean, is that
everything? Looks like it.

I mean, they left your ear buds.

They left my cash! Now, they must
have been stoned to miss that.

They weren't after that.

They took your laptop by
mistake. They were after mine.

What?

There's stuff on here that
people would kill for.

Soph, don't try and
make this about you...

E, I'm not kidding.

I thought she was making it up.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I panicked.

Once whoever knew that...
they'd taken the wrong laptop,

they'd come after me.

So I took it as insurance.

The password is 'britchick97'.

You know Sophie's password?

She only had one password.
She used it for everything.

Including banking.

Why did you call
me specifically?

'Cause you can't arrest me.

Sophie's mum told me.

Yeah, well...

the police will need
to speak to you.

Me?! You're still
under suspicion.

I'm in danger! You
stole Sophie's money.

And then there's
the drugs... Drugs?

If you just come
with me... No. No.

I've given you the
laptop. I've gotta go.

Erica! We need to talk!

Wait!

Ta-da!

Sophie's laptop.

What? How?

Just met Erica.

What the fuck? Yes,
I know. I know.

You would have preferred
that I told you.

You should have. It was
the only way she'd talk!

So, did she?

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

This is a major breakthrough.

Password's 'britchick97'.

We wanted to bring
her in for questioning

and you let her slip
through your fingers.

It doesn't work. Oh, what?

I wrote it down.

Is that a 4?

Yeah, try that. You
were way out of line.

I thought
you'd be pleased.

Doesn't work. Oh, shit.

Uppercase 'B', maybe?

Well, you didn't
write uppercase 'B'.

How else are you gonna
spell 'britchick'?

It wasn't my idea.

Abigail Crawford
gave Erica my number.

Still nothing.

Bollocks. We'll try
uppercase 'B' with '97'.

You're too close to her.

Erica? Abigail Crawford.

OK. We're in.

She's playing you. Abigail?

Bullshit. She thinks
you're in her pocket.

No - you're just pissed off

because she tells me things
that she won't tell you.

So she's told you Greg Hardy
is Sophie's father, has she?

She tells you what
she wants you to know.

Share the files with Cindy. Let
me know when you find something.

Yes, I will do. Thank you.

PM sends his regards.

He remembered my name?

"Your husband," he said.

He wants me to stay
on in Australia.

Why?

To take personal control
of the trade deal.

He thinks it'll help if I
lead the negotiations myself.

He wants you out of the way.

You're a threat
to his leadership.

That's a very uncharitable
interpretation.

Which was also my first thought.

For what it's worth, my advice
would be to return home.

Disobey the PM?

It's not like he can sack you.

He's too weak.

Besides, you're a
grieving mother.

I'm not playing that card.

I just...

I just think you need to
strike while the iron is hot.

Declare my leadership ambitions?
Well, not overtly, no.

But you need to be there

to be seen as the standard-bearer
the party can rally behind.

Sounds very Churchillian.

What if I return home with
a signed trade deal in hand?

Oh. Or Neville Chamberlain.

Nobody gives a stuff about
trade. It's just not sexy.

Shall I book us flights.

I'm not leaving without Sophie.

Who am I meeting again?

Uh, the AWP.

Sounds like a far-right
militant group.

Australian Wool Producers.

Jesus!

So, this is
from Sophie's laptop.

Oh, my god. What is that?

It's called mulesing.

It's where they hack huge
chunks of wrinkly skin

from the sheep's backside

to stop them getting flyblown.

Without an anaesthetic? Yeah.

Yeah, it's barbaric.

Well, so a lot of people think.

What, there are
those that don't?

Australian farmers.

Most claim that it's necessary,

which is debatable,

'cause a lot of the sheep end
up getting flyblown anyway.

Some die slow, agonising deaths.

How do you know all this?
I grew up on a sheep farm.

Explains so much about you.

And you think that this might be
the explosive material Sophie had?

Evidence of mulesing on Lloyd
Macklin's sheep station.

I think she may have thought so.

But you don't?

The images are distressing
but mulesing's not illegal.

At least, it's not in Australia.

So not a motive for murder.

And not the breakthrough
some thought it was.

Well, possibly.

There's a whole stash of documents
from Lloyd Macklin's company

and we're still sifting
through them but...

this is the only thing
of interest so far.

Erica was terrified.

She was sure that
Sophie's murder

had something to do
with that laptop.

She could be just trying to
pull the wool over our eyes.

Was that a joke?

Not intentionally, no. I just...

Paea's right. Erica could just
be trying to divert attention.

We might know... if we'd
been able to question her.

Alright.

This is my sheepish face.

Keep digging, just in case.

Excuse me one minute.

Max. I hear you've
spoken to Erica.

She messaged me that you met.

I hope she was useful.

She's provided us
with some information

and we're investigating
the significance.

You'll keep me abreast
of any developments.

Actually, I've got
some questions for you.

If you've got a moment.

Take as long as you like.

And then some.

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

How? He told us.

You should have.

Are you reprimanding
me, Detective Sergeant?

It's a personal matter

and it's not relevant.

With respect, Minister,

it's up to the police to
determine what's relevant.

Your right. Of course.

The thing is...

..Simon doesn't know.

No-one knew.

I only told Greg
after Sophie's death.

If this were to get out, it
could be extremely damaging.

Won't come from me.

Anything else we
should be aware of?

No.

And if I think of anything,

I'll be sure to let you know.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I really ought to feign
an interest in wool.

Where were we?

Hey. A lab report.

From the stone fragment
in Sophie's head wound.

What did I miss?

While you were taking
tea at the palace?

Cindy might have
found something.

Yeah, so, Macklin's
business empire

is this complex web of
off-shore shell companies.

I'm not an expert but it looks
like a classic effort to evade tax.

If Sophie were threatening
to expose him...

Then you've got a
motive for murder.

So, each company has this
raft of different directors

but Marjorie Eleanor Abbott is
the director of all 22 companies

within the Macklin empire.

So if anyone knows where
the bodies are buried,

it's Marjorie Abbott.

Where's Bossley Park?

A world away from here.

Are you sure this is it?

Yeah, it's not where you'd expect
a criminal mastermind to live.

Not if they're the
least bit successful.

Just a minute!

Oh. How may I help you?

Is this where
Marjorie Abbott lives?

It is.

You're Marjorie Abbott?

Well...

Detective Sergeants Meg
Driscoll and Max Drummond.

I once had a
cockatoo called Max.

Oh! Swore like a trooper.

What was it he
used to say? Um...

Could we come in for
a minute, Mrs Abbott?

Oh, please. I so
rarely have visitors.

Thank you.

"Fuck me sideways!" That was it.

Would you like a cup of tea?
Oh, that'd be lovely. Thank you.

I'll just put the kettle on

and then I'll just pop up
to the little girls' room.

I won't be more than 10 minutes.

Would you like me
to make the tea? Oh!

There's a pet.
Um... through there.

You don't think she's
run out on us, do you?

Well, she can't
have gone very far.

What are you doing?

You're here to question a
suspect, not give a recital.

Just trying to impress
you with my many talents.

Oh! Ooh, don't stop!

It's so lovely hearing
that thing played again.

I can't anymore.

Now, play some more.

I'm sorry - that's all I can do.

Oh, nonsense. You just
need some practice.

Look, I think I've got the sheet
music to that here somewhere.

There you are.

You can play, while your
colleague talks to me.

So, Mrs Abbott...

Sit up straight, Max. Sit
up straight. That's it. Yes.

Lovely.

We want to ask you
about your directorship

of various off-shore companies.

I see.

Do you? Actually, no.

I've got no idea what
you're talking about.

Can you confirm that
this is your signature?

Oh, yes. Yes, it is.

Don't ask me what
it's all about.

Lloyd just brings me the
papers and I sign them.

Lloyd Macklin?

Yes. Yes. He grew up
in the house next door.

And you've kept in
touch all these years?

He had a... a
difficult childhood.

His father was not a
very nice man. Violent.

When he was a boy, he was
often found around here.

But he's done very well for himself
and he's been very good to me.

And occasionally, he asks you
to sign some documents for him?

Witness them, yes.

Witness them.

I would have lost this house
if it wasn't for Lloyd.

He paid off my mortgage.

He's a very kind
and generous man.

Well?

One more time, Max.

And try to feel the
notes this time,

not just play them.

And don't forget
- sit up straight.

Well, bye, now.

Oh! Oh, just a
minute. Just a minute.

I hope she hasn't
gone to the loo again.

Lloyd Macklin.

Local boy made good.

Using lonely old ladies as a
front for his shell companies.

Max. Max, here.

You take these. You
show a lot of promise.

You just need a little
bit more confidence.

And practice!

Oh, Marjorie.

Are you sure?

Well, yes. You can give them back
to me the next time you come.

You will be coming
again, won't you?

Yeah, of course.

Bye, now.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Mind out.

Damn.

I'm gonna have to go
to Brisbane next week,

which means I'm gonna
miss the Boab Ball.

Oh, Hamish! I was
looking forward to that.

Well, you can still go.
No, it's a double ticket.

Find a handbag.

A handbag?

Oscar Wilde. Oh, never mind.

True, yeah. What is it?

Someone to go to a
party with. Usually gay.

The Boab Ball. Oh!

Oh, it's the highlight
of the social season.

Anyone who's anyone
will be there.

It's a charity fundraiser
Lloyd Macklin hosts.

Isn't his son the
dead girl's boyfriend?

Is that gonna be a conflict
of interest for you?

No. Yeah. Sounds
like it could be fun.

You can cook tomorrow.

What's your speciality?

Hey, Julian? Yep.

Takeaway.

I had the call from
the coroner's office today.

They've released
Sophie's body for burial.

I think we should take her home.

Lay her to rest.

I'd like that.

I'm not sure that
I'm ready to go home.

'Cause of the damn trade deal?

No. Because of Sophie.

I'm not sure I can leave without
knowing what happened to her.

Darling.

We may never know
the answer to that.

I want the truth,
just the same as you.

But I also want to
bring our daughter home.

Let's leave it for tonight.

Try and have a nice dinner.

And I'm in the
Shell-Pac dunny, right?

And I look in between my legs
and there's a python there.

I almost shat myself!

Well, you were in
the right place.

Oh! Yeah, alright.
You're not wrong.

What's he doing here? I
told him we'd be here.

Why? Hey.

Hi. Hey, mate.

Hey. How's it going? Are
you all OK for a dink?

Yeah. Uh, one white wine
and three of the usual.

Plus... whatever you're having.

OK.

Cheers, mate. Thanks, mate.

What did you do that
for? It's team drinks.

Yeah, well, he's not
part of the team, is he?

Sorry. Um... uh, which
white wine is it?

Sav blanc, please.

Sauvignon.

Ah, you get it.
You're getting it!

Uh, four pints of the
usual, whatever that is,

and a glass of
sav blanc, please.

Does this look
like a hipster bar?

Sorry?

We don't do pints.

Schooners, Nick.

Sorry.

About what I just said.

Oh.

I didn't hear you.

It's just, the Erica thing
really pissed me off.

I thought I was doing what was
best for the investigation but...

I'll try to remember
that I'm part of a team.

Alright?

Thank you. Go on -
you take them over.

I'll follow you in a sec.

Thank you. How much is that?

Sorry. Sorry.

I was trying to be quiet.

Without success.

You look hot.

Big night out, was it?

Oh, no. No, I was
just trying it on.

I thought I might wear
it to the Boab Ball.

Oh, hell, yeah!

Ooh. Sorry.

Sorry.

Inappropriate.

Well, you seem... relaxed.

I think I'm finally
beginning to be accepted.

Got the blow-in
smashed, did they?

I've gotta pee.

Goodnight, Max. 'Night.

Jesus, mate. You don't
make my job easy.

I didn't know that
was my job, sir.

Go on, then.

Convince me.

The evidence Sophie had

about Lloyd Macklin's
off-shore accounts...

May have nothing to do with
the murder. You gonna get that?

It provides a possible motive.

Tax isn't your thing. Pass it to
fraud. Let them have a look at it.

But, sir, they'll take forever.

Meg, with the likes of Lloyd
Macklin, you only get one shot.

I'm willing to take that
responsibility, sir.

Find the evidence that links
Macklin to the theft of the laptop.

No evidence, no dice.

Mrs Mojsjenko. I'm Detective
Sergeant Meg Driscoll.

This is Detective
Sergeant... Oh, Max!

Good to see you. Hello, Dima.

How's it going? Good!

We just need to ask
you a few questions

about the break-in at
Sophie and Erica's flat.

I love this country.
I help, if I can.

Had the girls said whether they'd
seen anyone acting suspicious?

They went to beach.
They no see no-one.

When they come home, they tell
me, flat robbed - be careful.

OK.

OK. I tell them I see guy.

You saw the thief?

There was guy,
down side building.

I think he was drug dealer.

Oh. Mm-hm.

What made you think that?

He whole time on phone!

Well, that could be
any young person.

Mmm.

Could you describe
this man, Dima?

Oh, he was young.

25.

With cap, sunglasses.

He wear shorts.

Good legs.

What about his build?

Hair colour?

I think brown.

Oh, he tall. Strong.

Do you think you'd recognise
him if you saw him again?

Oh, he handsome!

Handsome drug dealer.

When I young,

I loved the bad boy.

Well, we've all
made that mistake.

Hey, I like her!

Might be worth canvassing
the rest of the building.

We need that guy to
make a link to Macklin.

Ooh.

Abigail.

Max.

Oh. I didn't intend to drag you
both away from the investigation.

We were in the area,
following up an inquiry.

Anything to report?

Nothing substantive.

Well, we have some news.

We've decided to
return to London.

We're taking Sophie home.

I'm sorry your visit here was
under such tragic circumstances.

You have my number, Max.

I may no longer be here but...

I still want you to brief
me on any developments.

I'll be sending updates
to DCI Kilroy in London.

I'm sure his office would
be happy to provide you

with whatever
assistance they can.

Mm-hm.

Actually, um, we could
benefit from your assistance.

Tell me.

You two! My office, now.

I've just been yelled at
by the deputy commissioner.

Seems Abigail Crawford's
been onto his boss,

complaining that we aren't doing all
we can to find her daughter's killer.

And where do you think
she got that impression?

I don't... Don't say a word.

We all know you'd be lying.

Thanks to your little ploy,

I've been ordered to
leave no stone unturned.

Does that mean we can bring
Lloyd Macklin in for questioning?

No.

You can have an
informal chat with him.

And on the deputy
commissioner's head be it.

But you go to Macklin

and be discreet.

Make sure she
looks that word up.

Now, both of you, piss off.

Are you sure you don't want
a coffee? It's very good.

No, thank you.

Don't drink on the job.

What was Sophie's
role in your office?

Intern.

Which meant?

Oh, I paid her very little
and she did bugger all.

It was a favour to her father.

She did filing, mostly. We
were digitising old records.

Were you aware that she stole
a number of documents from you?

No.

What sort of documents?

Some graphic photos of mulesing.

Ah, yeah. That's
not very pretty.

We don't do that on
our stations. Really?

Because the date stamps on
these photos are recent.

Right. Not our stations.

We sell to Europe. They have
different standards over there.

Higher? So the
tree-huggers will tell you.

Apparently you've gotta pet
the sheep before you kill them.

You can't give them any
hormones. It's all bullshit.

Drives up the cost
of production,

doing nothing for the
quality of the meat

but them's the rules,
so we follow 'em.

So, if your operation
is kosher, why would...

Not kosher.

Above board. Mmm.

..why was Sophie
gathering evidence on it?

Well, you'd have
to ask her that.

Poor taste.

She also had this.

A breakdown of your
business empire,

showing it to be a complex
web of shell companies.

Hmm.

Mmm, she was a busy little bee.

You don't seem very concerned.

Oh, there's nothing
illegal in any of that.

Reads like a dummy's
guide to tax evasion.

Ooh, careful. Tax avoidance.

What's the difference?
About 10 years in jail.

Look, I know you think
you've got something here...

Yeah, a possible
motive for murder.

A couple of photos of
sheep with bleeding arses

and an org chart.

Come on, Detective Sergeant.

If I wanted to silence someone,
I wouldn't use violence.

I would set my lawyers on them.

Where were you the night
of Sophie's murder?

I was at a business function.

I got home shortly
after midnight,

sadly alone.

So after midnight, there's no-one
who can vouch for your whereabouts?

Can they vouch for you
when you're home alone?

How the hell would he
know that I live alone?

What do you mean?

You heard what he said.

Everyone's alone sometime.

I think he's having me watched.

Don't say I'm being paranoid.

There was a car outside
my flat last night.

Is that unusual?

There was someone in it
and it was there for hours

and it looked like he
was watching my place.

Yeah. Right. Meg, listen.

If somebody came to the police and
reported that, what would you think?

Hey - I didn't say it.

Come on in. I've got a
flight to Perth I can't miss.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

You're leaving.

We're taking Sophie home.

It's what Simon
wants. And me too.

You still haven't told him.

Wish I'd spent
more time with her.

You know, maybe she
might have confided in me

about whatever
trouble she was in.

You weren't to know.

Sophie told me that
I was her father.

When? A few weeks ago.

We tried to get her to travel
abroad while the election was on.

She didn't.

She could be
incredibly stubborn.

We know where she
gets that from.

Oh, that could be
from either parent.

If I'd known that
she was mine...

when she was born,

I would have stayed.

I was in love with you.

That isn't true.

I still am.

That you would have stayed.

And I wouldn't have
followed you to Australia.

Not just stubborn.

We were both ambitious.

I have a flight to catch.

And you have an election to win.

Look after that heart of yours.

And for the record...

..I never stopped loving you.

What did the cops want?

Are you seriously
walking mud in the house?

What did you do with
Sophie's laptop?

I got rid of it,
like you told me to.

How come the cops have it?

What? They can't.

What's going on?

All that information Sophie
stole, the police now have.

How?

I may have lifted
the wrong laptop.

What? They all look alike!

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

but I need you to talk
to your girlfriend.

Find out what she knows.

She's not answering my calls.
Like I give a rat's arse!

Find her.

You alright?

No. I can't. I
can't. I can't do it.

I can't leave. Take her
back! No. No, Abigail...

Take her back inside! Abigail,
stop it! Abigail, you...

I can't! I can't do it!

Ben, talk some sense into her! I
told you to take her back inside!

No, don't!

This is Anna. Leave a message.

Call her on mine.

You think she's dodging my call?

Oh. It's... it's you.

Mmm. Sorry.

Does Tori know that
you're using her phone?

She gave it to me.

What's going on, Anna?

I just need... space, Max, to...

think things through.

Are we breaking up?

No! I don't know.

Max, you're not the easiest
person to be married to.

Is this about kids? Because
we can talk about that...

We've talked about it. It's
not just that. It's everything.

Your work, you're
always so distracted...

Well, I'm here
now. I'm listening.

Well, now's not a good time.
I... I have a staff meeting.

Now who's distracted by
work? I've got to go.

Tell Tori if she does that
again, I'll block her.

What's going on? Your
friend Dima just phoned.

The guy who broke
into the girls' unit

is there right now,
banging on their door.

He gone! You're sure
it was him, Dima?

Oh! Sexy bad boy, I no forget!

Dima? Are you alright?

He come back.

Oscar Aruzzi.

That's the guy you saw
break into the girls' unit?

I saw him.

I no see him break in.

Detectives. You
looking for Erica too?

As it happens, Oscar,
we were looking for you.

You know the girls'
unit was broken into.

Yeah, I told you.
Kids, they reckoned.

You were here the
day it happened.

Erica's usually round mine.

Sometimes I come here.

Oh, maybe I see you before.

Couple times.

Every time I think we're
getting somewhere...

And what if it was Oscar
who did the break-in?

At his own girlfriend's unit?

Why?

To get Sophie's
laptop for Macklin.

Yeah, except he didn't.

Anyway, the stuff that's
on the laptop, I mean...

Yeah.

Alright. What about this?

Maybe Oscar is the
source of the pills

that Sophie and Erica
have been selling.

Maybe Erica owes Oscar money.

I mean, we know she
stole from Sophie.

Maybe he took Erica's
laptop as payment.

There's a lot of
maybes in there.

And it would mean
that the laptop

has nothing to do
with Sophie's death.

I wasn't
expecting to see you.

Couldn't drag yourself away.

Well, it wasn't my decision.

I'd have only ordered you back.

I need you here to make sure the
sale of Winston Station goes through.

I could handle that remotely.

No, I don't pay
you to phone it in.

I can't afford for this deal
to go south and trust me...

..nor can you.

What does that mean?

I'm just saying it's
in both our interests

to make sure this happens.

Well, I'm doing
all I can. Do more.

Oh, that company structure
that you set up for me?

I don't want you to worry but the
police have been sniffing round.

I think I put them
off the scent.

Well, the structure
is perfectly legal.

But the way in which
I use it isn't.

Well, I'm not gonna tell anyone!

Oh, I know.

I mean, I have a feeling if
they come looking for me,

they may just find you first.

Lloyd, is there something
I've done to upset you?

Not yet.

Well, enough chit-chat.

You can piss off now.

I'm busy.

Yeah.

Um...

Max.

Abigail?

Aren't you supposed to be
somewhere over the Equator?

We're not leaving.

I wanted to tell you in person

and rather than... summon you,
I thought I would come to you.

We'll leave you to it.

So, how long are you staying on?

How soon can you
find Sophie's killer?

Well, no pressure, then.

Max, I'm sorry

if I've done anything

to make your relationship with
your colleagues more difficult.

We're working it out.

Well, if there's
anything more I can do...

Give me the number
that Erica's using?

Looks like, on that date, something
bounced back, insufficient funds.

You'd think she'd still have
plenty of Sophie's cash.

We need to find her.

Is this Erica?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm meeting her. In an hour.

What?

Abigail wouldn't give up her
number but she did call her.

Persuaded her to meet me.

Same car park as last time.

I think she's got a
taste for the noir.

And same deal - I go alone.

Max, no.

Surely it's better than nothing.

I want you to wear a wire. No.

She won't know that
you've got one on!

Yeah but I would.

Listen, just let me
talk to her, alright?

I know the questions to ask.

She's not convinced
I'm a team player.

Thanks for doing this.

You've got five minutes.

Erica, I know we spoke about this
but I really think you should...

Stay where you are.
What is going on?

Erica Paton, I'm arresting you for
the supply of a prohibited drug.

You don't have to say anything
but anything you say...

You fucking pig!

..may be used against you in
evidence - do you understand?

Put her in there. Arsehole!

Come on. What the
fuck are you doing?

What you should have.

I wish to make a
formal complaint

about the behaviour
of D.S. Driscoll.

She'd be willing to co-operate if
you hadn't made deals with her.

That deal got us Sophie's
laptop, remember?

This is a warrant
for your CCTV footage

from the night that Sophie
Chalcott was murdered.

These cameras are for show.

We always say we'll go to Paris
for the weekend but we never do.

Oh, I'd make you. Well,
you wouldn't have to.

I was thinking about
what might have been.

Maybe we'd be a power couple.

Politicians are, by their
nature, risk-takers.

I'm supposed to write
government policy

to save your grubby
little deal?!

If any of those bastards were
involved in Sophie's death,

we're taking them down.

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