All language subtitles for North.Shore.2023.S01E03.WEBRip.x264_HI.en

Where are we with
tracking down Erica Payton?

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.

[Abigail] It's hard
to believe that

that's where
the photos will end.

This, um, tragedy is inevitably
having an impact on your
career,

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

[Abigail] Ben tells me
that if the PM does go,

I may be one of the contenders
to replace him.

Not your fault this has
presented you an opportunity.

[computer chimes]

[suspenseful music]

Who is this?

[cell phone chimes]

[soft, suspenseful music]

[waves crashing]

[footsteps echo]

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

-Did you come alone?
-Jesus Christ.

Nearly gave me a heart attack.

You're Erica, Sophie's
flatmate.

Eh, this is very Deep Throat.

This is an homage, I take it.

The film,
All the President's Men.

Why else would we be meetin'
in a carpark?

Because the forecast was rain.

Oh, right.

And I, um,
wanted to give you this.

What is it?

It's the reason that someone
wanted to kill Soph.

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

Oh my God.

[whimpers]

The bastards have taken
my laptop.

Is that all?

It's the most expensive thing
I own.

-Is that everything?
-[Erica] Looks like it.

I mean, they left,
uh, your ear buds.

They left my cash.

Now they must have been stoned
to miss that.

[Sophie] They weren't
after that.

Took your laptop by mistake.
They're after mine.

What?

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

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

E, I'm not kidding.

[Erica] 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, no,
I've given you the laptop.

-I'm done.
-[tyres squealing]

[thumping hip-hop beat]

Erica, we need to talk.

[grim music]

Wait!

[water lapping
against the shore]

[siren wailing softly]

[indistinct chatter]

Ta-dah!

Sophie's laptop.

What?

How?

-Just met Erica.
-[Meg] What the fuck?

I know, you would've
preferred that I told ya.

-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.

The 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 four?

Yeah, try that.

-You were way out of line.
-[computer beeps]

I thought you'd be pleased.

It doesn't work.

Oh, shit.

Uppercase B maybe?

Well, you didn't
write uppercase B.

How else you gonna
spell Brit chick?

It wasn't my idea.

Abigail Crawford
gave Erica my number.

[Lachie] Still nothing.

[Max] Bollocks.

I'll try uppercase B with 97.

You're too close to her.

Erica?

Abigail Crawford.

[Lachie] Okay, 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?

[soft, suspenseful music]

She tells you
what she wants you to know.

Share the files with Cindy.

Let me know
when you find something.

[Abigail] 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.

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?

[Ben] 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?

More 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?

The AWP.

Sounds like
a far right militant group.

Australian Wool Producers.

Jesus.

[Cindy] So this is
from Sophie's laptop.

[Meg] 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 'em getting flyblown.

Without an anaesthetic?

Yeah, yeah, it's barbaric.

Well, so a lot of people think.

Huh.

There are those that don't?

Australian farmers.

Most claim that it's necessary,
which is debatable

because a lot of the sheep
end up getting flyblown anyway.

Some die slow, agonizing
deaths.

How do you know all this?

I grew up on a sheep farm.

That 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 is not illegal.

At least it's not in Australia.

So not a motive for murder.

And not the breakthrough
some thought it was.

[Lachie] Well, possibly.

There's a 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.

All right.

[clears throat]

This is my sheepish face.

[laughing]

Keep digging just in case.

[indistinct chatter]

[Abigail] ...introduction
to farming.

[Abigail chuckles]

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
its 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'd like.

And then some.

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

[grim music]

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.

You're 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.

The lab report
from the stone fragment

in Sophie's head wound.

[Max] What did I miss?

While you were taking tea
at the palace...

Cindy might have
found something.

So, Macklin's business empire

is this complex web
of offshore 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.

[Max] If anyone knows
where the bodies are buried,

it's Marjorie Abbott.

Where's Bossley Park?

A world away from here.

[engine shuts off]

Are you sure this is it?

It's not where you'd expect
a criminal mastermind to live.

Not if they're
the least bit successful.

[doorbell rings]

[woman] Just a minute.

[woman chuckles]

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.

[Marjorie laughs]

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.

[Marjorie chuckles]

[Max] 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 ten minutes.

[Meg] 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.

[plays piano]

What are you doing?

[plays piano]

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

I'm just trying to impress you
with my talents.

Oh! Oh, don't stop!

It's so lovely hearing
that thing played again.

I can't anymore.

Now play some more.

Oh, sorry, that's all I can do.

Oh, nonsense,
you just need some practice.

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.

[Marjorie] Sit up straight,
Max.

That's it, yes.

[plays piano]

We want to ask you
about your directorship

in various offshore companies.

I see.
[chuckles]

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, yes, yes, yes.

[Marjorie chuckles]

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

[Marjorie chuckles]

Lloyd just brings me
the papers and I sign them.

[piano playing stops]

Lloyd Macklin?

Yes.

Yes, he grew up
in the house next door.

And you've kept in touch
all these years?

He had a difficult childhood.

[soft music]

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 has been very good to me.

And occasionally he asks you
to sign some documents for him.

Witness them, yes,
witness them.

[Marjorie chuckles softly]

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

He paid off my mortgage.

[dark music]

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.

[plays piano]

Don't forget,
sit up straight.

Well, bye now.

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

Hm.

I hope she doesn't go
into the loo again.

[Max] 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,

but you just need a little bit
more confidence and practice.

[Marjorie chuckles]

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.

[soft music]

[pan sizzling]

Mind out!

[pan sizzles]

Dammit, 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.

It's a double ticket.

Find a handbag.

[a la Lady Bracknell]
"A handbag."

Oscar Wilde.

Oh, never mind.

Sure, yeah, what is it?

Someone to go to a party with.

[Hamish] 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?

Gonna be a conflict of
interest?

No.

Yeah, sounds like
it could be fun.

You can cook tomorrow.

What's your speciality?

Hey, Julian.

-[Hamish] Yep.
-Takeaway.

[Simon] 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.

Because of the damn trade deal.

No.

Because of Sophie.

I'm not sure I can leave

without knowing
what happened to her.

[soft, sentimental music]

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.

[Paea] And I'm in
this outback dunny, right?

And I'm looking between my legs
and there's a python there.

I almost shat myself.

[laughing]

[Meg] Well, you were
in the right place.

[Cindy] Oh!

[Paea] Yeah, all right,
you're not wrong.

[Lachie] Those pythons
do pop up in strange places.

What's he doing here?

I told him we'd be here.

Why?

-Hey.
-Hi!

-Hey, mate.
-Hey, how's it going?

-How's it going?
-Are you all okay for a drink?

Yeah, uh, one white wine
and three of the usual,

plus whatever you're having.

Okay.

-[Paea] Cheers.
-[Lachie] Thanks.

What'd you do that for?

It's team drinks.

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

I'm sorry, um, uh,
which...which white wine is it?

Sauv Blanc, please.

Sauvignon!

Ah, he got it, he got it,
you're getting it.

[chuckling]

Hello, mate. Uh, four pints
of the usual, whatever that is,

and a glass
of Sauv Blanc, please.

Does this look
like a hipster bar?

Sorry?

[bartender] 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.

All right?

Thank you.

Go on, you take them over.

I'll follow you in a sec.

Thank you, how much is that?

[sighs]

[laughing]

[sighs]

[door creaks open]

Sorry. Sorry.

I was trying to be quiet.

Without success.

You look hot.

Big night out, is it?

Oh, yeah, no, no,
I was just, um, trying it on.

I might wear it
to the Boab Ball.

Oh, hell yeah.

Oh, oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Inappropriate.

You seem relaxed.

I think I'm finally
beginning to be accepted.

Got the blow-in smashed,
did they?

[Max laughs]

[Max sighs]

[soft music]

I've gotta pee.

[Tori] Goodnight, Max.

Night.

[door creaks closed]

Jesus, Meg,
you don't make my job easy.

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

-[cell phone vibrates]
-Go on then.

Convince me.

The evidence Sophie had

about Lloyd Macklin's
offshore accounts...

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

It provides a possible motive.

[DCI Newell]
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 me evidence
that links Macklin

to the theft of the laptop.

No evidence, no dice.

[Meg sighs]

Mrs. Moiseyenko, I'm Detective
Sergeant Meg Driscoll.

-And this is Detective Serg...
-Oh, Max!

Good to see you.

-Hello, Dima, how's it going?
-Good.

We 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 rob,

be careful.

-Okay.
-[Dima] I told them I see guy.

You saw the thief?

There was guy
down side building.

I think he was drug ealer.

-Oh.
-Mm-hm.

What made you think that?

He whole time on phone.

Well, that could be
any young person.

Mm.

Could you describe
this man, Dima?

Well, he was young.

Twenty-five.

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 recognize
him if you saw him?

[Dima] Oh, he handsome.

Handsome drug dealer.

When I young,
I love the bad boy.

Well, we've all made
that mistake.

[laughs[
Hey, I like her.

[Dima laughs]

Might be worth canvassing
the rest of the building.

We need that guy
to make a link to Macklin.

-[cell phone rings]
-Oh.

Abigail.

[knocking]

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.

[grim music]

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 that his office
will provide you

with whatever assistance
they can.

Mm-hm.

[Max] Actually, um,

[Max clears throat]

We could benefit
from your assistance.

[Abigail] Tell me.

[indistinct chatter]

[DCI Newell] 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.

Where do you think
she got that impression?

Now 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?

[DCI Newell] No.

You can have
an informal chat with him.

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.

[coffee machine whirring]

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?

I paid her very little
and she did bugger all.

It was a favor to her father.

She did filing mostly.

We were digitizing our records.

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

No.

What sort of documents?

Some graphic photos of
mulesing.

[Lloyd] Ah, yeah.
It's not very pretty.

We don't do that
on our stations.

[Max] 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.

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

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

It 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...

Mm-mm.

Not kosher.

-Above board.
-Mm.

Why was Sophie
gathering evidence on it?

Well, you'd have
to ask her that.

Poor taste.

[Meg] She also had this,

a breakdown
of your business empire,

showing it to be a complex web
of shell companies.

Hm.

Well, she was a busy little
bee.

You don't seem very concerned.

Well, thre's nothing illegal
in any of that.

Reads like a Dummy's Guide
to tax evasion.

Careful, tax avoidance.

-[Meg] What's the difference?
-About ten years in jail.

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

Yeah, a possible motive
for murder.

A couple of photos
of sheepwith 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.

[sinister music]

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 some time.

I think he's having me watched.

Don't say I'm being paranoid.

There was a car outside
my flat last night.

Was that unusual?

There was someone in it,
and he was there for hours.

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.

[Meg sighs]

Come on in.

I have 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.

Me too.

You still haven't told him.

Wish I had 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?

[Greg] A few weeks ago.

I 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.

[soft music]

Well, 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.

[Greg] 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.

[door closes]

Hey, 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?

[Oscar] What? They can't.

What's goin' on?

All that information
Sophie stole,

the police now have.

How?

[grim music]

I may have lifted
the wrong laptop.

But 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 ass!

Find her.

[sombre music]

You all right?

No.

I can't, I can't,
I can't do it, I can't leave.

Take her back inside,
take her back inside!

-Abigail!
-I said 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.

[microwave beeping]

[soft, suspenseful music]

[eerie music]

[phone dialling]

[Anna's voice] This is Anna.
Leave a message.

[voicemail beeps]

Call her on mine.

You think she's dodging my
call?

[Facetime ringing]

Oh, it's you.

Oh, sorry.

Does Tori know that
you're using her phone?

She gave it to me.

What's going on, Anna?

[Anna] I just need space,
Max, to think things through.

Are we breaking up?

No.

I don't know.

[sighs]

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. Not
just that, it's everything.

It's your work.
You're always so distracted.

I'm here now.

I'm listening.

Well, now's not a good time.

I have a staff meeting.

Now who's distracted by work?

[Anna] I've got to go.

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

[sombre music]

What's going on?

Your friend Dima just phoned.

Guy who broke
into the girls' unit

is there right now
banging on their door.

[tyres squeal]

[tyres screech]

He gone!

Are you sure it was him, Dima?

A sexy bad boy I no forget.

Dima.

Are you all right?

He come back.

[footsteps]

Oscar Aruzzi.

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

I saw him.

I no see him break in.

[Oscar] Detectives.

You looking for Erica too?

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

You know the girls' unit
was broken into.

I told you.

Kids they reckoned.

You were here
the day it happened.

[Oscar] Erica's
usually around mine.

Sometimes I come here.

Oh, maybe I see you before.

A couple times.

[soft, suspenseful music]

Every time I think
we're getting somewhere.

What if it was Oscar
that 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.

All right, what about this?

Maybe Oscar's
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.

A lot of maybes in there.

And it would mean
that the laptop

has nothing to do
with Sophie's death.

[Lloyd] I wasn't
expecting to see you.

Couldn't drag yourself away.

Uh, it wasn't my decision.

I'd have only ordered you back.

I need you
to make sure the sure the sale

of Winston Station
goes through.

I could've
handled that remotely.

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.

[Lloyd] Do more.

[dark music]

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

I don't worry but the police
have been sniffing around.

I've put them
off the scent.

The structure
is perfectly legal.

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

Well, I'm not gonna tell
anyone.

No, 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.

Mm.

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 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.

It 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 carpark as last time.

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

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 you've got one
on.

Yeah, but I would.

Listen, just let me talk
to her, all right?

I know the questions to ask.

[soft, suspenseful music]

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

Thanks for doing this.

You've got five minutes.

Listen, Erica,
I know we've spoken about this,

but I really think
you should just...

[suspenseful music]

[tyres screech]

-Stay where you are.
-Erica Payton.

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

You bastard,
you fucking pig!

Do you understand?

-Put her in there.
-[Erica] Asshole!

[Paea] Come on.

What the fuck are you doing?

What you should have.

[dramatic music]