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I've spoken to my wife.

Told me she wants a divorce.

His name's Louie. He's seven.

I don't get to see him enough.

His dad's got custody.

The lab report on the stone
fragment in Sophie's head wound.

Lloyd just brings me the
papers and I sign them.

- Lloyd Macklin?
- Yes.

He grew up in the house next door.

I need you here to make sure

the sale of Winston
Station goes through.

I took a position that will
earn me a substantial profit

when the sale goes ahead.

I'm on the hook for 2 mill.

We'll have to sell the house.

Not if you strike a trade deal.

I'm supposed to write government policy

to save your grubby little deal?

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.

You're aware they used to be lovers?

I know they used to be friends.

Friends with benefits, which
I assume they've resumed.

Everyone knows those trade
talks are bogged down,

but you're making it sound
like it was a done deal.

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

we're taking them down.

What is it that you do, Meg?

Do you know him at all?

Lloyd? Only by reputation.

Which is?

Mm.

Impressive.

What are you doing up so late?

Anna rang me.

Ah.

Do you really admire a guy
who loves money that much?

He loves winning.

I don't think he cares about money.

Mmm...

His house.

Well, he has to spend it on something.

Apparently, the landscaping
alone costs like a million bucks.

Did you notice the patio
by the lawn above the pool?

No.

So, someone told me

that Lloyd saw the tiles while
he was holidaying in Italy

and they came from the same quarry

as the marble that
Michelangelo used for his David.

Same era too.

Wait.

Was it Carrara?

I don't know.

What's Michelangelo's David made out of?

So, how did Anna describe my reaction

to the news that she wants a divorce?

Oh, she hadn't spoken to you yet.

Oh. Hang on.

So, you knew I was getting
a divorce before I did?

Well, she wanted to know
how I thought you'd react.

And what did you say?

- Stoically.
- Ha!

How did you react?

Phlegmatically.

What's the difference?

There isn't one.

I just didn't want to give you
the satisfaction of being right.

- I'm sorry.
- What for?

Your marriage being over.

Oh, that! Yeah.

Thank you. Yeah.

Oh, well.

What's going on?

You're going to have to go now.

Now?

Don't think you have to
stay up and keep me company.

You'll be all right?

Oh...

That's a big question.

Is that Anna?

Meg?

According to the lab report,

the stone in the gash on
Sophie's head was high-grade,

centuries-old Carrara marble.

Do you know what else is?

Meg, it's 2am.

The tiles in Lloyd Macklin's patio.

Has the share price moved?

Up 10% in London trading.

And are you going to sell?

Yes, Abigail.

Yes, I'm going to sell.

Don't take that tone with me.

When?

When the time is right.

The Australian market opens in an hour.

There'll be another bump then.

Don't get greedy and leave it too late.

I do know what I'm doing.

If that were the case, I wouldn't
have to bail you out, would I?

And I want you to cut all
ties with Lloyd Macklin.

What?

Why?

He's my most important client.

There's a very good chance that
I will be the next Prime Minister.

The press will be sniffing around
for any dirt they can find on me.

You need to put as much distance

between yourself and Lloyd as possible.

Lloyd doesn't know I've
taken out these options.

- No-one does.
- Let's keep it that way.

Tell him you need some time away.

Use Sophie's death?

I don't care what you say, Simon.

Just do it.

What kept you?

Problem docking at Circular Quay.

Spoken like a local.

Hey, great work on the patio tiles.

We have a warrant to
search Macklin's house.

Hey, Forensics can have a
team there within the hour.

I think you've just
blown this case wide open.

Boss. Major development.

You're not going to like it.

Thanks for being a shoulder
to cry on last night.

Don't mention it.

It was such a shock.

One minute she's saying we
need a bit of time apart,

- and then the next...
- Like I said, don't mention it.

And you've got a son!

Ha!

I had no idea.

He's a cute kid. Louie, wasn't it?

Max... last night we were off duty.

We're not off duty now.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

Paea, what's the verdict?

Are you the detective in charge?

I am.

And you are?

Gary Weaver, Mr Macklin's lawyer.

Is that a full-time job?

Detective Sergeant Max Drummond.

So, would you like to tell
me what all of this is about?

Well, we think a crime might
have been committed here.

Sarge, we've got a match.

It's the same stone.

Looks like we're right.

What have you got?

If you weren't full time
before, you will be now.

They want to search for blood? Where?

The patio outside the lower lounge room.

All right.

You just stay across it, Gary.

Simon Chalcott is here to see you.

All right. Shit.

Um, I need Tom at my house
tonight with Oscar. Yeah?

- Coffee?
- No.

Sorry, Simon.

Now is not a good time.

Well, look, it won't take long.

Is it about the sale of Winston Station?

- No.
- Well?

Uh, yes.

I'm afraid I can't continue
representing you on that

or any other business affairs.

I'm just going through
a very difficult time,

and I'm finding it harder to
adjust than I'd anticipated.

Abigail too.

I heard what Abigail had
to say about the trade deal.

Now, presumably, that's your
influence coming to bear.

Well, I told you I'd do what I could.

It sounds like it might be enough.

Not according to my sources in Canberra.

They don't know what
stunt she's pulling,

but apparently the Brits have
become even more intractable

since she's taken the reins.

Well, I've done everything I can.

I just need some time for myself.

You've been through a huge trauma.

I'm sorry I can't do more for you.

Well, if I can think of
something, I'm sure you will.

Boss, when it's dark, Forensics
with spray luminol over the area.

Meg told me last night she has a son.

You look surprised.

I am.

You didn't know?

No, I'm surprised that she told you.

Have you met him?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's a good kid, but I don't think
she'd like us talking about him.

Yeah, you know, I can respect that.

Well, they'll have cleaned up,

but they might have missed
some blood in the grouting.

Even a speck will help.

That's fantastic, Casper.

You're really coming on.

Can I play my game now?

Mm-hm.

I haven't heard you practising much.

Can't seem to find the motivation.

I know the feeling.

If you had your time again, do you
think you'd make different choices?

I think Anna would.

I wonder about myself.

Yeah?

Wonderful home,

two beautiful sons?

A loveless marriage.

Don't say that.

You've just... lost your spark.

I think the pilot light's gone out.

You should carve out some time together.

Leave it with me.

You're going to salvage my marriage?

I couldn't save my own.

Well, I think it's fair to
say that the shit and the fan

are about to come together.

So we need a strategy.

Any bright ideas?

Any ideas at all?

OK, so, he comes from nothing.
He's allowed to be thick.

What's your excuse?

I don't think either of us...

That was a rhetorical question.

That means it doesn't require an answer.

I know what rhetorical means.

Well, I'm glad.

It means your education wasn't
a complete waste of money.

I know what rhetorical means too.

Um...

OK, boys, tomorrow you're going
to go to the police station

and you are going to tell them
exactly what went down that night.

Seriously?

No, of course the fuck not.

But that is what they
are going to believe,

because we're going to come
up with a story right now

that neither of you two will
deviate from in the slightest detail.

Just, is this going to take long?

Because we're actually supposed to
be meeting the boys for beers later.

I'm not sure you fully appreciate
the gravity of this situation.

Never mind tonight,

if you screw this up, you're
not going to be seeing the boys

for another five years.

I need to brief Greg on
the trade talks tonight.

Again? He's the Leader
of the Opposition.

You're treating him like he matters.

Well, if the polls are
right, he soon will.

Best to get him onside early.

So I'll need the room from
7:00 till 10:00, I'd say.

What? What am I going to do?

I don't know.

Go to the cinema.

You like movies.

There must be some
good Australian films.

Not since Muriel's Wedding.

Ben, good morning.

Morning.

How was your evening?

Uh, quiet.

Spent it in my room.

Oh, you must get out.

Simon's going to a movie tonight.

You can go together.

There, sorted.

Make yourself at home,
Ben. I'll be five minutes.

Oh, and confirm Greg
Hardy for this evening.

Well, you look annoyingly chipper.

Is that what London cops say?

All right, Guv?

Yeah, chipper.

I did say annoying, didn't I?

Hey, Tom Macklin and Oscar
Aruzzi are in reception.

Do you get the sense
we're getting close?

I'd like it noted for the record

that Mr Aruzzi volunteered
to come here today

out of a deep desire to do all he can

to help the police with their inquiries.

I thought you were Lloyd
Macklin's lawyer, Mr Weaver.

I have more than one client.

What is it you want to tell us, Tom?

Exactly what happened that night.

You mean you've been
lying to us up until now?

May I suggest that that
accusation is not constructive,

nor in the spirit of cooperation
that brings Mr Macklin here today?

Well, that's told you.

Forensics have found tiny
specks of Sophie's blood

and a lot of cleaning fluid.

So, as you can imagine, we're all ears.

After we left the party,

Sophie went off for a drink with Erica.

Oscar and me went back to my place.

Well, my dad's.

We carried on drinking, played
games, smoked a bit of weed.

Bro, smoke that motherfucker.

Sophie turned up about 11:30.

Soph?

Hi.

Are you OK?

We'd had a row, so I didn't
think she was talking to me.

All right. Yeah. Well,
I'll see you soon.

Ahem.

Thanks.

I would have used my own, but...

I'll buy you a new one.

We need to talk.

Um, maybe I should go home.

No, I want you both to hear this.

I didn't like the way you
treated me on the boat.

Well, I didn't like the
way you were behaving.

You don't own me.

You're my girlfriend, Soph.

It didn't stop you from
shagging that girl at work.

Oh, my God.

I have told you that that meant nothing.

Neither did it when I fucked Oscar.

Mate...

We were both wasted.

Soph?

Tom...

Mate, I...

You fucked her?

Boys, stop!

Get off. Stop it!

Now, I'll tell you word for word

exactly what Oscar is
going to say happened next.

Well, go on, then.

Oscar is going to say
that we were fighting...

... and an arm lashed out.

I don't know whose it was...

... but it collected Sophie
on the side of the head...

... and she fell and she
hit her head on the tiles.

And he'll tell you it was an accident.

It was an accident. There
was blood everywhere.

She was dead. One blow, just like that.

There was nothing we could do for her.

And we panicked.

We thought we'd get the blame.

So we carried her body down to
the water and we chucked it in.

The current is really strong there,
so we knew she'd get washed away.

Then we went to a bar so we'd have
an alibi in case anybody asked.

That's what he'll tell you.

But that's not what happened?

Not quite.

No.

So what did happen?

In exchange for his testimony,

my client will require
immunity from prosecution.

That's above my pay grade.

By quite a distance.

But all we're seeking today,
which you can approve, I'm sure,

is an induced statement

confirming that the information
provided by my client

cannot be used against him.

All right, bro?

You follow the script?

Yeah, to the tee.

Dad wants another word with us.

Why?

Next steps.

Oh, I thought we were done.

We need to see the boss.

He's on the Gold Coast,
speaking at a conference.

How best to improve policing.

Being around when
needed might be a start.

He'll be back in tomorrow.

You don't seem very happy

for someone that's
just cracked the case.

I've cracked nothing.

They've handed it over.

Still, we know what happened.

Do we?

But I thought we were
telling the same story.

Oscar, you know I think of you as a son.

Better than, usually.

But despite his faults,

and the list is too long
to go through right now,

he is my son,

which means he cannot
get a criminal conviction.

Even a charge would destroy
his reputation and damage mine.

What about my reputation?

Oh, son...

... you don't have a reputation.

Lloyd, if I may...

Gary.

As it stands, you could both
be facing a number of charges,

but I don't think murder's one of them.

We didn't murder her.

Causing death by misadventure,
disposing of her body...

We didn't do that either.

Failure to report a death.

If the police accept
the deal we're proposing,

then Tom will escape prosecution,

and you... you won't be charged
with any serious offences.

Why would they go for that?

Because the DPP wants a
conviction, any conviction,

and at the moment we're their
best chance of securing one.

By making me a scapegoat.

There's a very good chance
you won't be found guilty.

But we are guilty.

We left her there. We
didn't try and get help.

My hearing just went.
I didn't hear that.

You're also guilty of
supplying drugs, Oscar.

Nah, still nothing.

And despite his intermittent hearing,

he's actually the best lawyer in Sydney.

Certainly the most expensive,

so I hope that makes him the best.

And right now, he's
representing you at my expense.

Can you guarantee that
I won't go to prison?

Of course he can. Gary?

Yes, absolutely.

And at the end of all of
this, I'll give you 50 grand.

100.

OK. 50.

Sweet.

- How's that?
- Wow.

Are you joining us?

The kids can't themselves to the cinema.

Max, hurry up.

Get your coats on.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

You didn't have to do this, you know?

Oh, I want to.

You and Hamish need
some time alone together.

Or apart.

I'm joking.

Didn't you know? No
such thing as a joke.

Isn't that one?

Well, this is all very good of you, Max.

Cooking or taking the boys?

I'd rather not do either.

It was a joke.

Max!

Champagne in the fridge.

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Come on, Max!

OK, slow down.

Let's go. Let's go.

Mmm.

Not the best.

It'll do.

Lloyd.

Abigail.

You look lovely. You going out?

I am, actually, so I
can't invite you in.

No, look, this won't
take long. I just, uh...

I need to show you something.

The RBA bumped the interest rate again.

It's going to be a nightmare.

I mean, not just for people out west.

People around here are
leveraged to the max.

Mm.

I wonder if the boys
are having a good time.

Am I boring you, am I?

How honest do you want me to be?

Hmm.

I'll see myself out.

- Greg!
- Lloyd.

You look handsome.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I've known Abigail
and Simon for years.

Well, Simon's not here, but...

... perhaps you knew that too.

I'll leave you to it.

We've got 15 minutes to save the world.

Or 10, and time for
cocktails afterwards.

I'm sorry I was late.

I had to release a statement
disowning one of our candidates.

She described her opponent as
having the charm of a wife beater

and the looks of a paedophile.

Which is true,

but best not said.

Sorry.

Mind on other things.

What did Macklin want?

He was lobbying, I suppose?

Clearly, he thinks we're up to mischief.

Don't worry.

Soon he'll be kissing my ring,
just like the rest of them.

Actually, Greg, I don't
think I can do this tonight.

I've got a terrible headache.

Sorry.

You don't mind, do you?

Mum. Mum, it was so awesome.

Buddy was a bit scared sometimes.

- Was not!
- But I wasn't.

It was so cool.

And did Uncle Max enjoy it?

Where's Hamish?

On a work call.

Thank you for dinner.

How was it?

The food? Delicious.

I'll wash up.

I already have.

It's been a long work call.

Come on, you two, bed.

All right, come on. Bedtime.

Don't make me use my shouting voice.

Thanks, Max.

Jesus, Abigail.

Next time, meet Greg in
office hours, will you?

It was asinine.

Barber lapped it up, of course.

He's like...

... a 10-year-old trapped
inside a 12-year-old's body.

I'm going to bed.

I say we don't do any deals.

We charge both Tom and Oscar.

- With what?
- Manslaughter.

Bullshit.

Then causing death by misadventure.

A charge maybe. Conviction? No way.

Conspiracy?

- To do what?
- Obstruct the course of justice.

As it stands, I think we'd be lucky

to get them with failure
to report a death.

Oh, come on, boss.

Members of the jury,

the police know no major
crime was committed.

They are being vindictive.

They seek to destroy
two repentant young men

who stand before you in their
expensively tailored suits.

Will you punish them for
the rest of their lives

for what was simply a
regrettable error of judgement?

Look, it stinks. I know.

But the best chance of a result

is if one testifies against the other.

The boys' stories
differ in small details.

Tom said it was Oscar's arm
that connected with Sophie,

and it was Oscar's
idea to dump the body.

Tom just went along with
it to protect his mate.

So there's no doubt
that it was an accident?

They are consistent on that point,

but we've only got their word for it.

So are the police going to keep digging?

Do we want them to?

Well, what purpose can it serve?

The boys shouldn't have lied...

... or disrespected Sophie's body.

Tom will always have to live with that.

But if that's what happened,
then there are only victims here.

To doubt that only prolongs
the distress for everyone,

us in particular.

I want to thank you, Max.

I was unfair to you on
the flight over here.

I made you promise to find
out what happened to Sophie,

even though there was no
guarantee that you could.

But you have.

It's a relief to know.

And...

... that it was an accident.

Thank you.

Oh! Max! I didn't think you would come.

Yeah.

- I told you I'd bring them back.
- Oh.

Come in.

Aren't I lucky? Two visits in one day.

I hope you're going to play for me.

Mmm.

And I was hoping that
you wouldn't say that.

So how's the investigation going?

Or can't you tell me?

Well, I can't tell you much, but
it's going pretty well, I think.

I've got mixed feelings about that.

Pleased, of course.

But sorry if it means you'll leave.

Oh!

That was a bum note.

Go back a bit. Try it again.

I've got mixed feelings,
too, if I'm honest.

Why?

Have you enjoyed being in Sydney?

Oh, no, no, no, I have.

It's not that.

My wife, she wants a divorce.

Oh, Max, I'm so sorry.

I thought the absence might make
Anna's heart grow fonder, but...

... it was a case of out
of sight, out of mind.

May I give you a bit of advice?

Is it to practise more?

No. Well, yes, but no.

There's a motto I've learnt to live by.

That when people are
careless with your feelings,

it's OK to tell them to fuck off.

Life's too short for regrets.

Of course, Tony.

It's the PM's office.

- They say you asked to speak to him?
- Mm-hm.

Yes, I'll put her on.

Mark. Good morning.

How was Delhi?

Yes. I'm sure you do
enjoy a better press there.

Have you cracked onto
your sister-in-law yet?

Whoa!

You can't ask me that.

Why?

Would HR say it's inappropriate?

No, because sharing is a two-way street.

And you're a dead end.

What?

So you're not going to tell me?

Yes, I'll tell you.

No, I haven't.

But I confess that I'm tempted to.

All right?

So, how's Louie?

Have you seen him lately?

You know what shits me?

Uh...

Intimacy?

The fact that Tom gets off scot free
when he's just as guilty as Oscar.

And I can see Lloyd's
hand in all of this.

I reckon he's pulling the strings.

Well, if he is, it's Tom's
interest he's protecting.

If we could only get Oscar on his own.

Well, HR would definitely
say that was inappropriate.

If I tried it.

But you have no jurisdiction here.

Officially, you're not
part of the investigation.

He has a footy game this weekend.

Oscar?

Louie.

He's captain.

I mean, I know he's
only seven, but still.

Yeah.

Proud mum moment, that.

I used to have shared custody.

One night, I got a tip -

the whereabouts of a
suspect we were chasing.

I could have phoned it
in, but... you know me.

I asked the neighbour to watch Louie.

I knew she liked to party, but...

... he found a tab of ecstasy.

Just my luck. I can't even
get him to eat his veggies.

Fortunately, she rushed him to A&E.

My ex claimed I was an unfit mother...

... which was true.

No, you're not.

Get me the Australian Trade Minister.

Drag him out of Cabinet if need be.

Abigail, what's...

... what's this about?

All in good time, Ben.

All in good time.

I didn't think you'd call.

I thought you broke up with me.

I have.

You didn't kill Sophie, did you?

Well, fancy bumping into you two.

I should be getting back to work.

Thank you.

You can't question me
without my lawyer present.

Oh. Did he tell you that?

Wow. Worth every cent
Lloyd's paying him.

No, no, it was pure
coincidence. I was just passing.

Oh, no, come on. Come on, sit down.

Sit down.

Have a beer with me.

What harm can there be?

Uh, Erica?

Just two beers, please.

Any preference?

So...

... why do you think
you're being represented

by Lloyd Macklin's top lawyer?

Lloyd wants the best for me.

Aw, that's nice, isn't it?

Weird, though, because you'd think
that Tom would get the best lawyer

and you'd get second best.

Shall I tell you what
I think is going on?

I think Lloyd's trying to make
sure you do exactly as you're told.

Well, I'm going to.

I'm being well looked after.

Really?

What have they promised you? A
job when you get out of prison?

Thank you.

I'm not going to prison.

- Is that a fact?
- It's a guarantee.

- Guaranteed by who?
- My lawyer.

Best in the business.

Oh, boy.

Now I know you really are in trouble.

Have you got this guarantee in writing?

Oh, come on, mate.

You're not stupid.

You must know that you're being played.

Lloyd's got one concern
beyond himself, and that's Tom.

He doesn't care about you.

He'd sell you down the
river if the price was right.

And it sounds like he already has.

Listen...

... ask your lawyer
to put that guarantee,

and anything else you've
been promised, in writing.

And if he won't...

... ask yourself why.

Thank you all for coming
at such short notice.

I am delighted to announce

that my Australian counterpart and I

have today agreed terms on a trade deal

that will be of enormous
benefit to both our countries.

Australia is the UK's 19th
largest trading partner,

and we believe there is the potential

for the exchange of both
goods and services...

What the fuck is she playing at?!

... between our great nations.

While negotiations...

I can't believe what I am hearing.
What the hell is she doing?

Justin. Justin, if I had
known, I would have told you.

Mate, she has rolled over.

OK, she has given Canberra
everything that they wanted.

This is as much of a surprise to me.

Isn't this a complete capitulation
by the British government?

Not in the slightest.

Both sides have made concessions.

The growth in trade
will benefit everyone.

You know, you journalists love
to think that if someone wins,

someone else must lose.

But international
relations are not like that,

particularly with regard to trade.

It is possible for both sides to win...

Yeah.

She came through in the end.

I really don't know what
caused the change of heart.

I've got Gary Weaver for
you. He says it's urgent.

Tell him we're busy.

His exact words were,

"I don't care if he's
taking a shit. Put him on."

... many of your colleagues in
the Australian press corps...

I am very happy with the
terms we negotiated...

- Gary.
- We have a major problem.

I honestly don't know
which of us hit her.

But neither of us meant to.

I think she was out
before she hit the ground.

I know her head bounced
off the paving slab.

I felt sick.

We froze.

And, um... then the blood started.

That's when we panicked.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, f...

Fuck.

Bro, I think she's dead.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Tom called his dad.

He told us to get out of
there. That he'd sort it.

We've got to call an ambulance!

Dad says we should go.

We've got to go, man. We've got to go.

Mate, for fuck's sake!

Fucking come on.

Come on.

Um...

We went to a bar and made
sure we were caught on camera.

A few hours later, we
went back to Tom's place...

... and Sophie had gone.

Hang on.

You're saying you and Tom didn't
dump Sophie's body in the harbour?

No.

That must have been Lloyd.

Oh, fuck!

Lloyd needs to be held to account.

But he'll just deny it all

and then it's his word against Oscar's.

And who are people going to believe?

What have you told the police?

The truth.

You shouldn't have done that.

You think Lloyd would give
himself up to save his son?

Well, you would, for Louie.

Look, I just want the chance to explain.

You played me, Abigail,
right from the fucking start.

I'm going to move out
when I get back home.

I'm going to miss you.

One of the tabloids has another
clip of the PM with his wife.

It's the final nail in his coffin.

We're missing something.

Knowledge is power...

This is where Sophie died.

... to be used when it's
to your best advantage.

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