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I'll miss you.

I've liked having you around.

Well, I've enjoyed being here.

Has the share price moved?

The Australian market opens in an hour.

Well, don't get greedy.

I do know what I'm doing.

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

My Australian counterpart
and I have today agreed terms

on a trade deal that will
be of enormous benefit

to both our countries.

What the fuck is she playing that?

We're going to come up
with a story right now

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

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

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

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

That must have been Lloyd.

- Casper, Freddie, in here now!
- Yeah, yeah.

No, no. That's exactly what I told him.

Dishwasher.

Yeah, well, that sounds good.

OK.

Yeah, sure.

OK, Daddy's ready, so get your stuff!

Sweetheart, I'm in a hurry today.
You're gonna have to take them.

- I'm sorry.
- You always do this.

Thank you so much. Mwah!

Boys, have a good day.

- Hey, Max.
- Hello, mate.

- It's me.
- I was about to call you.

Oh, yeah? Why?

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 -

a billionaire or a drug dealer?

Why were you calling me?

Because I was thinking the same
thing, and I've had an idea.

How we can stack the odds
a bit more in our favour.

Ooh, sorry, just hang on a sec.

Mmm. I've got to go.

- See you later.
- Yeah.

- Max.
- How soon can you be in work?

The Guardian says you've put
food standards back a decade.

Yes, I'll hold.

The Telegraph says you're
finally prioritising

the interests of industry.

Yes, I get the idea, Ben.

I'm the darling of the right,
my own side thinks I'm a traitor.

Yeah, that's about the size of it.

Yes, I'm still here.

OK, everyone, you've all seen the media.

They're killing us on trade now,
OK? We need to shift the agenda.

I want you to...

- Abigail Crawford.
- Again?

All right, here's an idea.

Find someone who just lost their house

because they couldn't make
their mortgage payments.

Ideas like that. Let's go!

Abigail? I'm a little busy
putting out the fires you started.

Look, I just want the chance to explain.

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

Greg, please. It's not like that.

Six o'clock, your hotel.

Uh... thanks for coming, bro.

I wasn't sure you would.

I don't know why I have.

Find out why you've betrayed us.

I would never do that to
you, bro. You know that.

Then why get your own
lawyer and go to the police?

Mate, I would trust you with my life.

But your dad...

Does he know you're meeting me?

Shit no. You're dead to him.

What have you told the police?

The truth. That it was your
dad who moved Sophie's body.

So to save yourself,
you've dobbed me in, huh?

I told you I wouldn't betray you.

Did you tell 'em I hit her?

Mate, don't say that.

It was an accident.

You lashed out, Sophie
just got in the way.

I was angry at you.

I hated her.

I meant to hit her.

It was an accident.

Can we agree on that?

Why? What does it matter?

I went to the police to clear
me, not to get you in trouble.

I won't be in any trouble.

Dad says I have nothing to fear.

He has evidence that proves
that I didn't kill her.

- What evidence?
- I don't know.

He just said he has a trump card

and he'll play it if he ever needs to.

I've got to get back to work.

You're thinking
manslaughter, aren't you?

Well, he admits hitting
her... with intent.

- Good work, Oscar.
- Fuck you.

And you.

How could Lloyd be sure
Tom didn't kill Sophie?

Because she was still
alive when he got there.

You think Lloyd killed her?

- Sorry.
- He could have.

Oscar's admitted that he stole
the laptop on Lloyd's orders.

So Lloyd knew Sophie had dirt on him,

he just didn't know what.

Yeah, but at the time of Sophie's death,

Lloyd didn't know that Oscar
had got the wrong laptop.

He thought that problem was fixed.

Insurance? In case Sophie had a backup.

Maybe Sophie was still
alive when the boys left,

but dead by the time Lloyd got there.

Yeah, but how would he know?

The security cameras.

Do you think he still has the footage?

- He has to.
- But why?

If it shows him dumping
her body in the harbour?

It's like you said, insurance.

Lloyd hopes that he'll
never have to use it.

But in the worst-case scenario,

if Tom is convicted of killing Sophie...

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

Well, you would. For Louis.

If that footage exists...

Oh, it exists all right.

Ben's joining Simon in the bar.

Perhaps Justin would like to tag along.

No, I think he should stay to
take a note of this meeting.

Oh, I thought this was
just an informal chat.

Um, should I stay or...

Tell Simon you'll be down in a bit.

I realise my accommodation on
the trade deal must have come

as something of a surprise.

You handed the government a big win
right when I had them on the ropes.

It was necessary for
domestic political purposes.

Really?

Chatham House Rules.

Cone of silence.

The deal is less than we hoped for,

but the PM can still
present it as a triumph,

the benefit of Brexit.

Bullshit, of course, but
it buys him some time.

Why would you help him?

His job's yours for the taking.

Not all politicians are
quite so Machiavellian.

No, but you are. I know you, remember?

Sophie's death is still raw.

We're not ready for the leadership.

I've decided to give the PM my backing,

and in return he's promised
to make me Foreign Secretary.

Which bolsters your
leadership credentials.

I always knew you'd be
prime minister one day.

Are you working?

Emailing Anna.

I'm gonna move out when I get back home.

My mate said I could
have his spare room.

I'm going to miss you.

Yeah.

Are we just going to stare
into each other's eyes?

Well...

... I would like to kiss you...

... but you're my sister-in-law,

you're married, you've
got two kids, my nephews.

I'm glad we did that.

Yeah.

Those nephews...

... they asked whether you'd
tell them a bedtime story.

Sure.

I can't be arsed to read this,

so why don't you just
tell me what it's about?

It's a warrant allowing us
to search your office and home

for evidence relating to the
suspected murder of Sophie Chalcott.

You think I had something
to do with Sophie's death?

We know you did.

OK, bring that in. Let's go.

My work here is done.

- Meaning?
- A flat white.

The sale of Lloyd's sheep
station has gone through

thanks to the trade deal.

Tidy little bonus coming my way.

He's invited us to lunch
tomorrow to celebrate.

You'd have made even more if you'd kept

your share options in Lloyd's company.

I imagine they've risen in value.

Considerably.

But I have a slight
confession to make there.

I never sold out my position.

I know, I know, but it's
just as well I didn't.

I would have been behind.

As it is, I'm rolling in it.

You have had a good day.

On today's exchange
rate, about four mil.

I kissed my sister-in-law last night.

No shit. Did she want you to?

Uh, yes, she started it.

Oh, my God. Did you shag?

- No.
- But you're going to.

- We're going home soon.
- Oh, you've got to.

I mean, talk about unfinished business.

The raids were a bust, I hear.

Uh, they're continuing,

but as yet have not produced
the incriminating evidence

that we were hoping for.

In other words, a bust.

- I'm sure Macklin's got that footage.
- I'm not.

He didn't seem worried we'd find
it. Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Well, if it does, it's hidden well.

- Safe deposit box.
- We looked through them all.

- Nothing.
- We need to think outside the box.

It wasn't meant to be a pun.

Good.

- We need to talk.
- Mm-hm.

- It's important.
- Yeah. So is this.

OK.

You have my full attention.

I want a divorce.

Because I was sending a text message?

That, and a thousand other reasons.

Get it.

It makes no difference either
way, I still want a divorce.

- Are you mad?
- I'm bored, Hamish!

You bore me!

And the prospect of being bored
by you the rest of my life...

... I want more.

Have you ever seen a dead body?

- Don't you want to pass grade four?
- Have you?

Yes.

In my job, it's inevitable. Now
stop procrastinating and play.

- I don't know what that means.
- Well, you're very good at it.

I'll be taking you to school, boys.

- Where's Daddy?
- He's had to go away for work.

Max has seen a dead body.

Five more minutes, then you
need to have your breakfast.

Right, off you go.

Don't worry, there's always
one bit I struggle with.

But I'm not doing it wrong.

Well, it doesn't sound right, does it?

Ooh... mystery solved.

Rex!

Keep going. Very good.

Hello?

I know where Lloyd's hidden the footage.

The last time I was here, you said
that I was your second visitor.

- Mm.
- Was the first Lloyd Macklin?

Yes. Yes, it was.

Did you notice him hide
anything in the piano?

Oh, well, that explains it.

Explains what?

I was dusting and I
found this little red box

lodged amongst the strings, very odd.

What did you do with it, Marjorie?

Yes, well, that's a very good question.

Let me think.

Hmm, complete blank.

Let's start in the kitchen.

Marjorie, take a seat,
enjoy your cup of tea.

- Ben, what are you doing here?
- Surely you weren't invited.

I've had word from London.

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

this time shouting, "You stupid cow."

- Were they on a farm?
- On a train?

And not cattle class.

It's the final nail in his coffin.

I'm told he's going to announce
his resignation 6am London time.

- What?
- Seriously?

This is your moment.

- It's too soon.
- Well, it may not come again.

We should work on a press release.

What's she doing?

Preparing for power.

Are you sure you've kept it?

Might it be out in the bins?

- Oh, I never throw anything away.
- Could it be out in the garage?

I can't remember the
last time I was in there.

Yes, but that doesn't
rule it out, does it?

Max.

Oh, that's it! That's it.

I thought it would
make a lovely coaster.

- Oh.
- Mwah.

All right, let's see what we've got.

I have told you that that meant nothing.

Nor did it when I fucked Oscar.

We were both wasted.

Seriously?

You fucked her.

Boys!

Get off him! Get off him!

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bro, I think she's dead.

Fuck!

- Fuck.
- Sophie.

I can't feel a pulse.

Dad... Dad... Dad, there's been
a fight and I've hit Sophie.

She's hit her head. She's...

She's dead, Dad. We've killed her.

OK. OK, we've gotta go.

- We've gotta call an ambulance.
- Dad says that we should go.

We've gotta go.

Mate, for FUCK'S sake. Come on.

Busted.

What's the time code on that?

Uh... 11:47:23.

Fast forward to 12:30. It's
around then that Lloyd came home.

We've got him.

Yeah.

Good.

Send it out now.

Are you coming in?
They're just serving up.

This is where Sophie died.

It's what the police think.

No, I know.

For a fact.

I don't care how fancy the lawyers
are, they're going away for this.

We're missing something.

What time did Lloyd arrive?

12:32:43.

Freeze-frame that moment, will you?

Now cut to 11:47:23.

Search.

Can we see the two images side by side?

She's moved.

She wasn't dead when the boys left.

We need to watch it all.

Paea, play the part we skipped.

How long have you known that
Sophie's not your daughter?

Well, I knew about
your affair with Greg.

You must have considered
me really stupid

if you thought I didn't.

I wanted to believe Sophie was mine.

But after she saw you in
Singapore, she came and told me.

It's called hypertrophic
cardiomyopathy. Greg has it too.

So I'm not your father?

Yes.

I'm more focused on the fact
that I might die at any moment.

But if you want to make it about you...

Well, it affects both of us, doesn't it?

She told me it didn't change anything.

Maybe not for her.

Is that Lloyd?

No, it's too early.

Oh, my God.

Lloyd had footage from the CCTV.

What? What are you talking about?

The cameras weren't working.

He played it for me.

He wanted to make sure

I signed the trade deal
on terms that suited him.

Why were you here?

Why were you here, Simon?

Sophie had called me earlier that week.

Dad, Lloyd Macklin is bad news.

you shouldn't be doing
business with him.

What? What are you talking about?

She'd stumbled on a cache of documents

while she was interning with Lloyd.

I got her to email them to me.

She had certificates that
Lloyd's sheep were reared to

the highest standards, not
pumped full of hormones.

- Simon, these certificates are fake.
- What?

- I sent them to the South Americans.
- Yes, I know.

They won't pay as high a price
if they don't think we've got

access to the British markets.

Look, I'll call Sophie

and I'll encourage her
to destroy all the files.

We couldn't risk that getting out.

So Lloyd told Oscar to go
and steal Sophie's laptop.

Someone broke into our
apartment. They wanted my laptop.

I'm sure that's not true, darling.

Lloyd must have spotted the missing
documents, and I've got them.

I'm going to leak it all.
Animal liberation, the media...

No, you mustn't do that. I
stand to lose a lot of money.

Money? Is that all you care about?

Please. We'll talk about this.

I'm going to tell the world about
Lloyd, all his dirty secrets.

I told Sophie that I'd see her
soon, and we'd discuss it then.

But I didn't trust Sophie to keep quiet.

I was panicking.

I needed that sale
just as much as Lloyd.

So I decided to fly back to Sydney.

Lloyd has a private
plane available 24/7.

He'd given me the key to his house.

I planned to stay the night and
phone Sophie the next morning.

When I got here...

... I saw her lying on the patio.

Oh, Jesus, Sophie.

I had no idea what had happened.

I thought Lloyd must
have set someone on her.

She was dying.

She was barely still alive.

Hmm...

Dad...

She called me Dad.

It was the worst thing
she could have said,

because I wasn't her father.

I never had been.

I looked at her and I saw Greg.

It was like they were both mocking me.

And if that wasn't bad enough...

... she was going to destroy me as well.

After everything I've done for her?

I couldn't let that happen.

So...

We thought he was in the
bush. He made calls from there.

Around the time of the murder?

He made a call from
Winston Station at 6:13 pm

and then 5:39 the next morning.

There's a landing strip on the property.

It's a six-hour round
trip. It's possible.

We know it's possible. He did it.

If Macklin knew that Simon
Chalcott murdered Sophie,

then why would he keep it to himself?

Knowledge is power.

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

You knew... but you
haven't called the police.

Nor has Lloyd.

He won't while you
still have use to him.

And is that why you haven't either?

Is being PM that important to you?

I will be prime minister,

and when I am,

not immediately but
when the time is right,

I will divorce you and you
will accept it without question.

Now stay out of my FUCKING sight.

This will need to be handled
with some sensitivity.

Tash, could you get me
the commissioner, please?

Thank you.

I take it this was a... joint effort?

- Yes, sir.
- Very much so.

DS Drummond, perhaps you should be
the one to inform Abigail Crawford.

Yes, sir.

Is Ms Crawford here?

- She's about to do an interview.
- Oh, no, she isn't.

I need to speak to her.

In private.

Thank you for coming in.

Of course.

You said you had some
important information.

We know who killed Sophie.

You do?

Have you laid charges?

We're about to.

Simon Chalcott, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Sophie Chalcott.

You're not obliged to say
anything unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say may
later be used in evidence.

I'm so sorry.

This must come as an awful shock.

Where's Ben?

He's outside.

Have him come in, will you? I'll
need some time alone with him.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

Being an accomplice after the fact

to assault occasioning
grievous bodily harm.

Your assistance will
be considered by the DPP

as to whether the matter
will be proceeded with.

Please tell them I'm so sorry.

... so occasioning grievous bodily harm

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

OK, now, this had better be important.

Oh, I think it is.

Lloyd Macklin, I'm arresting you
for interfering with human remains,

hindering an investigation,

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

How did press get there so quickly?

I guess someone must
have tipped them off.

Are you doing anything Saturday arvo?

Mm, by the sounds of it.

Would you like to come
watch Louis' footy game?

Saturday sport, it's a
bit of an Aussie tradition.

I mean, you don't have
to. I fully understand...

Meg... I'd love to.

OK.

The arrest is believed to
be in relation to the murder

of Sophie Chalcott.

Lloyd Macklin's son, Tom, was
Sophie Chalcott's boyfriend

at the time of her death.

Congratulations.

- Your lot are all over the news.
- Why, thank you.

- Hamish not in?
- No.

Are you and he...

Fine, yeah.

Getting divorced.

Not because of me?

You flatter yourself.

But yes.

I mean, not you specifically, but...

... you opened my eyes.

So you've cracked the case.
You'll be going home, then.

I wish I were.

Not because of me?

YOU flatter yourself.

Yeah.

Mummy...

I... I had a bad dream.

OK.

Come on, pickle.

After this extended stay in Sydney,

I shall soon be returning
to London with my daughter,

where I can finally lay her to rest.

That poor woman.

My husband's arrest came, as...

Christ's sake, Justin.

... a devastating shock.

To think that Sophie's own
father could do such a thing

is beyond comprehension.

While this matter is before the courts,

I can make no further comment.

I shall focus on public service

and fulfilling whatever role
my party decides I should play.

Thank you.

The frontrunner to become the
next British prime minister...

Whatever you wish to say,
you can say in front of Ben.

Were you aware of your husband's
involvement in Sophie's death

before you heard it from me?

Because when I told you, you
didn't seem that surprised.

There were no questions, no
sort of refusal to believe.

Your first thought was to ask for Ben.

I think you already knew.

And if I did know and didn't tell you...

Well, then you'd be guilty of
perverting the course of justice,

facing many years in prison.

I won't lie to you, Max.

When I entered the House of Commons...

... I was shocked to discover
that all most MPs cared about

was being re-elected.

Surely we were there
to make a difference.

I was.

But even as a minister...
I had no real power.

Not to move the country
in a new direction.

Only the prime minister can do that.

Which is why I need the top job.

So I can do what I
went into politics for.

To help those less fortunate.

Those without a voice.

The victims, if you will.

You didn't answer my question.

I didn't promise to.

I simply said I wouldn't lie.

You think Abigail Crawford would
protect her daughter's killer?

She was protecting herself.

She almost admitted as much.

If Abigail knew,

either Lloyd Macklin or
Simon Chalcott told her...

They might testify against her
in return for a reduced sentence.

Bugger that.

Two meat pies.

Still, if I'm right, she's
guilty of withholding evidence.

Thanks.

Here. Another Aussie tradition.

Sauce?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Be careful, they're quite...

Jesus. Fuck.

... hot.

Do you want me to charge her?

The woman's lost her
daughter and her husband.

Do you think she'd make
a good prime minister?

She might.

If we charge her, you'll never find out.

This will destroy her career as well.

So, should I call you
Prime Minister-elect?

A little premature.

Oh, no-one's foolish
enough to oppose you.

The omens are good, as they are for you.

Yes. As long as I can avoid any
mishaps for the next five days.

Oh, what are they doing here?

It's possible they've come to arrest me.

I'll leave you to it.

Detectives.

Max. Detective Sergeant.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

We've come to wish you a safe flight.

Well, thank you. Both.

And thank you for everything
you've done for Sophie.

We should go through.

- Hi.
- Hiya.

Kids not in?

Casper's at piano lessons,
Freddie's playing upstairs.

I... had a meeting
with the boss earlier.

They've offered me a
secondment here in Sydney.

That's a surprising development.

It would be for a year, initially.

Wow.

Yeah.

What did you tell them?

I told them I'd have to think about it.

Would you like me to stay?

- Would you LIKE to stay?
- Uh, no, no, no. I asked first.

Yeah, but I'm not five,
so that doesn't count.

I would.

I'd like you to.

- Oh, my God!
- Hi. Hi.

What are you doing here?

It's... it's mad.

Yeah, it is!

Surprise!

Yeah. I can't believe it.

Come in, come in. God, it's a long way.

Anna?

Max.

I got your email and I just thought,

"What are we doing? This is crazy."

I want to give us another
chance. Start again.

What do you say?

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