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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.

(LAUGHS) 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.

(GIGGLES)

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.

(LAUGHS) 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. (LAUGHS)

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 alright?

(SIGHS) Oh...

That's a big question.

(SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGS)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

ABIGAIL: 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!

(SIGHS)
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.

LLOYD: They want
to search for blood? Where?

The patio
outside the lower lounge room.

Alright.

You just stay across it, Gary.

Simon Chalcott is here to see you.

Alright. 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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAX: 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.

(PLAYS DRAMATIC PIECE)

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.

(HALF-LAUGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

You should carve out some time
together.

Leave it with me.

You're going to salvage my marriage?

I couldn't save my own.

(PLAYS MELANCHOLY TUNE ON PIANO)

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.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Not since Muriel's Wedding.

(DOOR OPENS)
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?

Alright, 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.

Alright. Yeah.
Well, I'll see you soon.

(VIDEOGAME SOUNDS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

Mate...

We were both wasted.

(LAUGHS)

Soph?

Tom...

Mate, I...

You fucked her?

(GRUNTS)

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...

BOTH: ..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.

Alright, bro?

You follow the script?

Yeah, to the tee.

Dad wants another word with us.

Why?

Next steps.

Oh, I thought we were done.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

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.
(DOOR CLOSES)

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. (LAUGHS)

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.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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?

(HALF-LAUGHS)

Hmm.

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

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.

(LAUGHTER)

MAN ON TV: We've got 15 minutes
to save the world.

Or 10, and time for cocktails
afterwards.

(LAUGHTER)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(GUNFIRE, SCREAMING)

(LAUGHTER)

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?

Was not!
But I wasn't.

It was so cool.

And did Uncle Max enjoy it?

(BOYS IMITATE GUNFIRE)

(MOCK YELLS)

(LAUGHS)

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.

(BOYS IMITATE GUNFIRE)

Come on, you two - bed.

(BOYS IMITATE GUNFIRE)

(IMITATES RAPID MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

Alright, come on. Bedtime.

Don't make me use my shouting voice.

(GROANS THEATRICALLY)

Thanks, Max.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(UNSCREWS BOTTLE TOP, POURS LIQUID)

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.

MEG: 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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

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

Yeah.

I told you I'd bring them back.
Oh. (LAUGHS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

So how's the investigation going?

Or can't you tell me?

(PLAYS GENTLE MELODY)

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.

(FALTERS)
Oh!

(LAUGHS) That was a bum note.

Go back a bit. Try it again.

(CONTINUES MELODY)

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

Why?

(FALTERS)

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?

(LAUGHS)

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.
(LAUGHS)

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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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.

Alright?

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.

(SIGHS) 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... (CLEARS THROAT)

..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.

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.

REPORTER: 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."

ABIGAIL: ..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!

MEG: 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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