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

You're way out of line.

Macklin's business empire

is this complex web
of offshore shell companies.

Looks like a classic effort
to evade tax.

If Sophie were threatening
to expose him...

You've got
a motive for murder.

I need you here to make sure

the sale of Winston Station
goes through.

I'm doing all I can.

[Lloyd] That company
structure you set up for me,

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

I think I put them
off the scent.

I was in love with you.

I still am.

I never stopped loving you.

You look hot.

I might wear it
to the Boab Ball.

Hell yeah!

Oh! Oh...

Sorry.

We need to find her.

Is this Erica?

I'm meeting her in an hour.

Same deal. I go alone.

Max? No.

[siren wails once]

[tyres screech]

-Stay where you are.
-Erica Payton.

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

What the fuck are you doing?

What you should have.

[car door slams]

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct office chatter]

Sir, I wish to make
a formal complaint

about the behaviour
of D.S. Driscoll.

She knew I had
an agreement with the witness.

[Newell] You need to understand
that D.S. Driscoll

is under a lot of pressure.

Mainly coming from me.

We need a breakthrough.

This young woman
might just give us it.

I was gonna question her.

You do recall you don't have
any jurisdiction here?

That's why she was
prepared to speak to me.

[Meg] You can choose
to have legal representation,

if you wish.

[Erica] How am I gonna
afford a lawyer?

Maybe out of the 20K
you stole from Sophie?

He makes a good point.

[scoffs]
She said I could borrow it.

She was dead.

Look, I'm not gonna say
anything.

I shouldn't even be here.

That pommy cop gave me his word
I wouldn't be arrested.

Well, it wasn't
his word to give.

So.

Tell us about the 20 grand.

You're not gonna do
yourself any favours

by not cooperating, Erica.

She'd be willing to cooperate

if you hadn't made
deals with her.

That deal got us
Sophie's laptop, remember?

Fat lot of good that did us.

Okay. Stop.

We are on
the same team, remember?

I know that.
-[Max scoffs]

Okay, any more of that,

and you'll both be
in the naughty corner.

Right, question is,
how best to get Erica

to give up what she knows
about Sophie's murder.

Charge her.

Possession and supply of drugs.

Use that as leverage.

We don't even enough
to make charges stick.

She doesn't know that.

Might be enough
to rattle her cage.

[Newell] Let's keep
that as our backup.

Now, you say she was
willing to talk to you.

She was.

Now she thinks I betrayed her.

Still, might be worth a try.

Sir, D.S. Drummond is
not part of the investigation.

Just making a suggestion, Meg.

It's your case.

It's your call.

They seriously think
I'm gonna talk to you?

No. They don't.

But I thought you might.

Think again, dumb-arse.

[Max] I let you down, Erica.

I didn't keep
my end of the bargain.

I wanted to,

but somebody didn't let me.

[Erica] And I'm supposed
to trust you now?

[Max] I'd understand
why you wouldn't.

The police may threaten you
with a drugs charge,

but they don't have
enough evidence

to get a conviction.

They can go
looking for evidence

and we both know
that shouldn't be

very hard to come by.

But this is
a murder investigation.

And that's what
I'm interested in.

Finding Sophie's killer.

The fact that you were flogging
a few pills on a party boat,

I only care about that
to the extent

that it's got anything
to do with her death.

It doesn't.

I've given you the laptop.

That's what this is about.

We're still investigating
the laptop.

We just need
to explore all avenues.

The pills on the boat.

They are not
why she was killed.

-You're talking handfuls.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I told you they don't have
enough evidence.

Don't give 'em any more.

Look, whoever
was selling pills,

they're small fry.

And so is the guy above them.

But he's the next rung
on the ladder,

so we do need to speak to him.

I've got a pretty good idea
who that is.

I just need you to confirm it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[distant siren wails]

[camera snaps]

To say I've had my picture
taken with the next prime
minister.

Well, I hope so.

-Thank you so much.
-Not a problem.

Sorry.

Say no once
and the media call you

aloof and unapproachable.

Voters care more about that

than your policy on health
care.

What?

[Greg] Nothing, I...

I was thinking
about what might have been.

If we'd got together?

[Greg] Maybe we'd be
a power couple.

Like the Clintons.

Except he won, she lost.

Well, glad you're staying
a little longer.

I can relax with you.

You're in the midst
of an election.

You shouldn't be relaxing.

True.

One lunch we can explain away.

Any more and that in itself
will become a story.

Then have dinner with me.

As stupid ideas go,
that beats Brexit.

[Greg] Not in public.

Your hotel has, uh,
room service, doesn't it?

[man] Greg?

Any chance
of a photo with you, mate?

Of course.

-Thanks.
-Not a problem.

Is this little man?

Hey!

[mower's roar ceases]

Oscar Aruzzi,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the supply
of a class A drug.

What?

[Meg] We'll require you
to come to the station.

I want a lawyer.

You got one on speed dial?

Tom, I'm getting arrested.

Some bullshit about drugs.

-I'll be taking that.
-Get me a lawyer?

Not without a warrant.

[handcuffs jangle]

Right, mate, let's go, come on.

Damo, can you finish
the cutting, mate?

[Meg] You missed a bit, Damo.

What time do you
think you'll be back?

Christ knows.

Lloyd says they're gonna want
to go to the casino after
dinner.

My idea of hell.

So, later than
midnight, you think?

-More like dawn.
-Hm.

Sarge, downloaded the photos
from Oscar's phone.

You might want
to take a look at this.

-Jesus.
-What is that?

Oh, sorry.

Didn't recognize that
out of context.

What do you call
a female dick pic?

Snatch shot?

[the men laugh]

Oh, come on, that wasn't bad.

Can we tell whether it's Erica?

It isn't.

[Meg] Sophie.

She sent these
to Oscar's phone

a week before she was murdered.

Steph, I've got this.

We just need a quick word.

Won't take long.

[Max] Why don't you
show us to a table?

Try to be discreet.

Were Sophie and Oscar
sleeping together?

They were sexting each other.

Bullshit.

You might wanna be discreet
too.

These pictures
were sent to Oscar's phone.

Sophie sent them.

Seriously?

[tense music]
Shit!

You bastard, Oscar!

I knew you two were at it.

You can absolutely
get fucked, do you hear me?

We actually have Oscar's phone.

You know, uh...

You know Sophie went back
to Tom's dad's house

the night she died?

-What?
-Check Oscar's phone.

It'll show a call
to me around 11:30.

That was Sophie
letting me know where she was.

She couldn't use her own
phone...

Because she dropped it
off the boat during the party.

Tom threw it overboard.

Why have you kept
this to yourself?

[Erica] Because Oscar
begged me to.

He thought that if you knew
she went back to the house,

it might make
him and Tom look guilty.

Well, he was right about that.

[Abigail] I hope you
didn't mind coming here.

I'm expecting
a call from the PM.

[Greg] No, not at all.

[door closes]

[Ben] Shall I order us
some drinks, Minister?

Oh, um...

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.

Why don't you and Justin take
yourselves down to the bar,

get to know one another?

Sure.

[door opens, squeaks]

What do you think
they're doing up there?

I hope it's nothing
substantive.

Without officials present,

that would be
quite inappropriate.

I'm pretty sure
it's inappropriate.

Nothing to do with trade.

Relations of another kind,
if you know what I mean.

-[dance music playing]
-[chatter]

I don't, actually.

You're aware
they used to be lovers?

Abigail and...

-No.
-Jesus!

-You're her close advisor.
-Well, not close in that sense.

I know they used to be friends.

Friends with benefits.

Which I assume they've resumed.

Surely, they wouldn't take
a risk like that, not now.

You haven't been in this game
very long, have you?

Politicians are,
by their nature, risk-takers.

They're drawn to it,
they're like moths to a flame.

They think they can
get away with anything.

Most of the time, they're
right.

What shall we do?

Have another drink.

And stow it away
for your memoirs.

[briefcase thuds]

[Tori] Sit.

I'll get you some dinner.

-How was your day?
-Good, yeah.

Think we've made a
breakthrough.

You don't seem
that happy about it.

No, I am.

Is it because you don't relish
the thought of going home?

[sighs]

I'll miss you.

I've liked having you around.

[Max] I've enjoyed being here.

Beer?

Thanks.

-Hamish not in?
-Working late... again.

Do you think he might
be having an affair?

Don't pretend it
hasn't occurred to you.

I'm a cop.

I'm naturally suspicious.

I'm not sure I'd be
that upset if he was.

For the boys, but...

You should be happy.

You should too.

Have you heard from Anna?

So that's why you're down.

Oh... Thank you.

Actually, no...no, no, it's
work.

My colleague's very difficult.

[Tori] But you respect her.

[door opens]

I believe
in playing by the book.

Still, you made a breakthrough.

She must be
doing something right.

[Hamish] Hi, sweetheart!

Sorry I'm late.

-Hi, Max.
-Hello, mate.

That looks nice,
is there any for me?

I did save some for you,
but then you didn't tell me

when you'd be home,
so I gave it to Max.

-Ah.
-I'm sorry.

-Do you want the rest of it?
-No no, it's fine, there's
um...

There's probably
something in the fridge.

[fridge door opens, squeaks]

[whispers] Keep eating.

And then Google was invented

just so I could keep up
with what you were doing.

[elevator dings]

You are so full of shit.

[they chuckle]

And you see that.

Most don't.

[soft music playing]

Well, let's hope
it stays that way

until after you're elected.

[sighs]

This reminds me of college.

Sitting in bars waiting
for my roommate to finish

screwing his boyfriend.

Your roommate was gay?

Bloody hell, it's Simon.

Shit!

Head him off.

-Head him off.
-Simon!

Simon.

You didn't go to the casino.

Saving grace of an awful night.

[elevator doors open]

[beep]

[Ben] You should come
for a drink.

Come tell me about it.

No, I think I'll turn in.

Yeah, no, I should as well.

I'm on, uh... 12.

No, ten.

[indistinct chatter]

[beep]

[beeping]

Darling. You're home early.

[Simon] Dinner didn't go well.

Don Carlos walked out.

[Abigail] Oh dear.

Was it something you said?

This isn't funny, Abigail.

The whole deal
could fall through.

The sheep station?

Did you have someone
over for dinner?

Ben. We were going
over the trade deal.

You know, I ran into him
in the lobby and the lift.

He really is a moron.

Mm.

I thought we might go
to Manly tomorrow.

I'd like to see
where Sophie lived.

[indistinct conversations]

Greg Hardy,
for the future of Australia.

Greg Hardy for Australia.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[significant thump]

Skinny flat white
extra hot, right?

-[chatter]
-[telephone rings]

Thanks.

Sarge.

Oscar Aruzzi's lawyer's here.

[door closes]

-[camera beeps]
-How'd you sleep?

So we'll park the charge
of drug possession for now.

Let's talk about
Sophie Chalcott some more.

Erica says that Sophie
called her on your phone

from Tom's dad's house

late on the night
she was murdered.

What? That's bullshit.

I remember Oscar calling Erica,

but Sophie definitely
wasn't there.

Really?

You remember that phone call?

[Tom] Well, yeah,
I mean, like I told you,

Oscar and Erica
had had a row earlier.

He was trying to make up.

Erica says the row
was between you and Sophie.

Sounds like she's telling
more than one lie, then.

It's possible that Erica's
just made all this up.

You know, woman scorned?

I believe her.

Eh?

Couple of days ago,
you fancied her for the murder.

And you told me
I need to keep an open mind.

No, no,
you've changed your mind.

That's not the same thing.

[sighs] You just can't
please some people.

[elevator dings]

[female voice] Going down.

[beep]

-[wind gusting]
-[chatter]

[Abigail] That girl looks
a bit like Sophie.

So many of them do.

I can see why
she loved it out here.

At their age, it must seem
like anything's possible.

I'm sorry, is this
painful for you?

There's something
I need to tell you.

But not here.

Shall we get some lunch?

Hiring yourself out as a
wedding venue, Mr. Macklin?

Do I look like
I need the extra cash?

I'm hosting a charity bash,
the Boab Ball.

Probably read about it.

Ah, yes, the big end
of town swigs champagne

in aid of a good cause.

Oh, careful, Detective
Sergeant.

Your prejudice is showing.

So how much will
a ticket set me back?

[Lloyd] A thousand bucks!

I do believe there are
still a few left.

Don't say?

[Max] I'll be there.

-You?
-You?

Yeah, my brother-in-law's
bought a ticket.

Hamish Sweeney?
You might know him.

He's kind of a big cheese.

Maybe that's just
in his own mind.

Anyway, he can't come,

so I'm his wife's plus-one.

Hm.

So. What can I do for you?

This is a warrant
for your CCTV footage

from the night
Sophie Chalcott was murdered.

You think she was here?

That's what
our witnesses told us.

She didn't come here that
night,

as far as I'm aware.

[Meg] The footage?

You'd be welcome to it
if there were any.

These cameras are for show.

Really?

They used to work
then they kept going wrong.

Finally, I thought, bugger it.

Cameras alone act
as a deterrent.

Could we see the equipment,
Mr. Macklin?

Your overseas colleague doesn't
trust me, Detective Sergeant.

[Meg] They're a distrustful
lot, the Poms.

Thorough, though.

Mm.

Come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

Just over here.

Ta-da!

When did you last have
equipment in there, sir?

I don't know.

Nine months,
something like that.

No shortage
of high-tech gear, is there?

Why didn't you replace it?

I don't spend
money unnecessarily.

Which is possibly
why I have so much.

So come on, then.

You said you had
something to tell me.

[Simon] As you know,
the sale of Winston Station

is all very hush-hush.

I haven't told a soul.

When it's announced,

shares in Lloyd's company
will leap in value.

Anticipating that,

I took a position
that will earn me

a substantial profit
when the sale goes ahead.

-Isn't that insider dealing?
-[Simon] No!

Well... arguably,
it's a grey area.

But, anyway, I've been very
careful to cover my tracks.

The thing is,

I thought the sale
would have gone ahead by now.

And it would have

if your trade deal
with Australia had been agreed.

But because it hasn't,

the buyers for Winston Station
are dragging their feet.

-That's just a tactic, surely.
-Yes.

They still want to buy,

but they just want
to drive the price down.

And with it, the profit
on your questionable trading.

As things stand, I'm looking
at making a significant loss.

How much?

Well, that depends.

[Abigail] How much, Simon?

[foreboding music]

I'm on the hook for two mil.

[hushed] Jesus Christ.

[Simon] I thought I was
gonna make a fortune.

Two million?

We'll have to sell the house.

Not if you strike a trade deal.

What, I'm supposed
to write government policy

to save your grubby little
deal?

-Does Lloyd know about this?
-God, no.

Even if it's not illegal,
it's certainly unethical.

Well, I can't help you.

You have to.

The longer there's
no trade agreement,

the more the share price
is falling.

It's corrupt, Simon!

I could go to prison!

By the sounds of it, you
should.

This sale
is gonna make a fortune

for Lloyd and his mates.

Why shouldn't I see some?

Because they're smart, Simon,

and you're just
a fucking accountant!

[Abigail clears throat]

[dark music playing]

[Abigail clears throat]

I'm doing an interview for
Australian television tomorrow.

I can talk up
the prospects of a deal.

That should mitigate your loss.

As soon as
the share price spikes,

you sell.

Do you understand?

And then we'll see how much
of a hole you've dug us.

I've lost my appetite.

[chair scrapes]

Do you have enough
to pay the bill?

[Meg] And we've got this one
here.

[Newell] Right.
Shall we get started?

-You just made that?
-Yes, sir.

Then we're good to go.

[Meg] Well, we're making
progress, sir.

[Newell] Have you
caught the killer?

We're closing in.

I'm not the media,
don't bullshit me.

-What have we got?
-Conflicting accounts.

Erica says that
Sophie called her from Tom's.

The boys say she wasn't there.

[Paea] At 11:42 p.m.,
a call was made to Erica

from Oscar's phone,
but, of course,

Sophie had lost hers.

There's disputes about that
too.

Tom says Sophie
dropped her phone

off the side of the party boat.

Erica says that Tom
threw her phone overboard.

You're being very quiet.

I'm purely an observer, sir.
[chuckles]

Mm.

Let's presume the boys
are telling the truth.

What follows from that, Cindy?

[Cindy] That Erica's lying,
sir,

which would imply
that she has something to hide.

Is it "imply" or "infer"?

"Imply."

I thought you were an observer.

I'm making an observation.

Carry on, P.C. Yoo.

Well, Erica did steal that
$20,000 from Sophie's account.

And we only have her word

that Sophie feared for her life
because of the laptop.

Let's presume Erica Payton's
telling the truth.

D.C. Hooper?

Well, then the boys
have conspired together to lie.

CCTV puts them at a nightclub
between 12 and 2:00 a.m.

It could be that they
went there in an attempt

to establish a false alibi.

What would their motive be?

Well, there are
the compromising photos

of Sophie that she sent
to Oscar's phone.

You'd think Tom wouldn't be
too happy about that.

Have you shown them to him?

[Paea] He laughed them off.

Said Sophie sent the pictures
to Oscar as a prank.

In my day, a prank was putting
shaving cream in someone's
shoe.

Different generation, sir.

Do we have evidence
that either of the boys

is capable of violence?

[Meg] Well,
there's Erica's claim

that Tom threw Sophie's
phone off the boat.

[Max] Um, there was something

one of the girls said
in the first interviews you did

with guests on the party boat.

Brynne Matthews...

[Paea] And how did Sophie seem?

She having a good time?

[Brynne] Yeah, Sophie.

But who wouldn't,
if Tom was your boyfriend?

[Brynne laughs]

Even though he can be
a bit controlling.

[click]

I know "controlling"
isn't the same as "violent"...

But they do go hand in hand.

Sounds worth looking into.

Meg, you and I have
to go face the press.

What are we gonna
tell them, sir?

That we're closing in
on the killer.

Do your best to make that true.

Good coffee, Lachie.

[two sharp pats on back]

[waves breaking]

[mellow music playing in store]

[cart wheels rolling]

Huh! Weetbix.

Is that the same as "Weetabix"
but without an "A"?

No, it's similar but different.

Like a lot about Australia.

The sense of humour,
not quite English.

-You like it, though?
-Oh, I love it.

There's stuff I miss.

Family, of course, old friends.

Having Europe on your doorstep.

Always saying we'll go to Paris
for the weekend but we never
do.

Oh, I'd make you.

Well, you wouldn't have to.

I... It's not that I don't
want to go with Anna.

It's just we never seem
to get 'round to it.

You should make more effort.

Might help you get out
of the rut you're in.

Think we're in a rut?

[Tori] I know
what they look like.

No.

No! Put it back.

Nice try.

[ship's horn blares]

Thank you.

Can't see any paparazzi.

Perhaps my 15 minutes
of fame is up.

Well, it'll last a lot longer
when you become prime minister.

Well, let's hope
you haven't destroyed

any chance of that.

[indistinct chatter]

Good morning, Ben!

What's on the agenda for today?

The police are here.

They'd like a word
with you both.

Do they have some news?

More questions, I believe.

You have another round
of trade talks later.

After that, we can prep
for your TV interview.

Oh, I know what
I'm going to say.

Are you going to Lloyd's do?

You're not thinking you will?

No. I'm still
grieving my daughter.

[Simon] I am too.

No one will think it amiss
if I don't go.

I think you should.

I know it's for charity,

but the talk will be
all business, won't it?

Lloyd told me
the prospective buyers

for Winston Station
will be there.

If you don't think
it would reflect badly on you.

[scoffs]
Don't give a thought to me.

No. You go.

I really should brief
Greg Hardy on the trade talks.

See if he's free to meet me
after my TV interview.

I'll book a restaurant for you.

No, at this stage
of the election,

we shouldn't be seen
together in public.

I'll meet him here.

You can bring him to our room.

Right.

Let's not keep the police
waiting any longer.

[Meg] How would you describe
Sophie's relationship with Tom?

You're looking at Tom now?

At this stage,
we're looking at everybody.

How long have
they been together?

[Abigail] Over a year.

-Any rocky moments?
-[Abigail] No.

Well, not that we were aware
of.

I'm not sure
she would have told us.

They always seemed very loving.

They were in love.

[Max] But there must have
been disagreements

if they were going out
for more than a year.

There was that time in London.

I don't remember.

They'd been to some party.

Tom was very quiet the next
day.

Sophie said he was sulking,

thought she'd been flirting
with the DJ or something.

So he could be
jealous, possessive?

No, I wouldn't go that far.

[Paea] Any raised voice
or anything?

I never heard it.

Well, you don't have to shout

to make your displeasure
known, do you?

[suspenseful music]

It's possible
they just didn't know.

[Simon] Detective!

Um, I didn't want to mention
this in front of Abigail.

Why distress her more?

But the last time I saw Sophie,

about two weeks before she
died,

we had dinner together
here in Sydney, and...

and she had
a bruise on her chin.

Stop it!

[Simon] What happened?

It was stupid, really.

We're out on Lloyd's boat

and a jib sheet
whipped me in the face.

You're all right, though?

There's nothing
you want to tell me?

What? No. No.

It's fine.

I have to say
I didn't believe her.

You think Tom
might have hit her?

That's what I thought
at the time.

But I couldn't say for sure.

Shouldn't you be getting ready?

It can take Anna hours.

I'm not coming.

Don't think I should.

What?

I thought you were
looking forward to it.

I'm just a handbag.

Are you, though? Really?

Oh, God, that child.

[sharp thud]

I'm sorry to give you
so little notice.

Is there anyone else
you can take?

[percussive dance music]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh my God.

The wealth, it's...

Obscene.

Intimidating.

What?

These women should
all be in awe of you.

You outshine them all.

Oh, Max.

Even if you didn't mean it,

it's a wonderful thing to say.

Ooh! Free drinks.

So she'll open with a couple
of questions about Sophie.

-We agreed that would be okay?
-Mm-hm.

She'll move onto trade,
the election,

nothing you can't handle.

Is Greg meeting me later?

He'll be here at 9:00.

Okay.

Are we ready?

[vibrant party music]

[laughing]

Hello.

Are you standing on your own?

My date's gone for a pee.

If I was your date,
I wouldn't leave your side.

Then I hope
you have a strong bladder.

[he laughs]

I'm Angus.

I am a banker.

Meg.

Is cystic fibrosis a cause
close to your heart, Angus?

Sorry?

That's the charity
that this is in aid of.

Is it?

Oh.

Oh, very good.

Though to be honest, I don't
know what cystic fibrosis is.

Sounds nasty, though.

So why are you here, Angus?

Like everyone else,
the networking.

What is it that you do, Meg?

Sophie and I
shared the same values.

Reducing poverty,

protecting the environment,

and I can't think
of a better way

to honour her memory

than to achieve those goals.

[interviewer]Your influence
would be greatest

as prime minister.

Is that where
your ambitions lie?

Well, there isn't a vacancy.

Nor do I wish there to be.

The prime minister
is doing a great job

and I'm concentrating
on my portfolio.

[interviewer] One of your
responsibilities is to strike

a trade agreement
with Australia.

So far, you haven't managed to.

What's the problem?

There's no problem.

I had a meeting
with my Australian counterpart

earlier today,
and we made great progress.

Really?

Because we've been hearing
that there are still

significant areas
of disagreement.

Well, I don't know
who your sources are

or whether they were
even in the room,

but I was,

and I can tell you
that agreement is close.

Very close.

[interviewer]
Abigail Crawford, thank you.

[Simon] D.S. Drummond.

Seeing how the other half
lives?

The less than one percent,
I would have thought.

Simon!

[cell phone ringing]

Anna!

Finally.

Thank you, Ben.

I'll see you in the morning.

[door opens, squeaks]

[door closes]

[soft music playing]

I confess.

You have me intrigued.

[Abigail exclaims]

-You saw my interview.
-I can't work out your angle.

Everyone knows those
trade talks are bogged down,

but you were making it sound
like it was a done deal.

Well...

The world knows
I'm here to make a deal.

I have my pen out,
itching to sign.

If we can't reach agreement,
it must be the fault

of the Australian government,
mustn't it?

You're preparing for failure.

Well, wouldn't you rather
negotiations failed...

[filling glass]

...until after
you've won the election?

Oh, you think as PM,

I'd be easier to deal with?

Not at all.

I expect protracted talks

that demand I be in Canberra
on a regular basis.

Hm.

Then I may have
to take personal interest

in their progress.

I won't hang around otherwise.

[soft, tense music]

[party music thumps faintly]

When you tell
a guy you're a cop,

he has one of two reactions.

He either runs a mile

or he wants to see your gun.

[indistinct faint chatter]

You look like
you're having fun.

[Max] I've spoken to my wife.

Told me she wants a divorce.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

We haven't been
getting on for a while.

I just thought, me being here,

we might start
to miss one another.

Instead, I think we've realized
we can live without each other.

Do you have any kids?

No.

It's messy when you have kids.

You sound like
you speak from experience.

You're kidding.

Is that so surprising?

Oh, yeah!

Uh, you thought I was a
lesbian?

That's the third reaction
guys have when I say I'm a cop.

I didn't know what to think.

You haven't told me anything.

Well, I don't tell just anyone.

His name's Louie.

He's seven.

I don't get to see him enough.

His dad's got custody.

How come?

Working Homicide makes
being a parent difficult.

The hours and stuff.

That's what worries me.

As a father,
that somehow I'll fall short.

I'm a good mother.

Mostly.

He looks a great kid.

Truth is, I think I might have
fallen for someone.

Here in Sydney.

Didn't expect to
and certainly didn't intend to.

[Meg] Max.

Look, I've got to admit,

I thought you were a dick
when you first arrived.

And I've grown to respect you.

Like you, even.

And under different
circumstances...

I didn't mean you.

-What?
-No!

I mean, you're obviously
very attractive.

You're a colleague.

It'd be like
fancying my sister.

So who do you fancy, then?

My sister-in-law.

[Meg laughs]

-Oh!
-[Max sighs]

Well, does she feel
the same way?

I think she might, yeah.

[Meg] Then go for it.

Your wife said
she wants a divorce.

-Why should she complain?
-Because it's her sister?

There is that.

[insects chirring]

[thrum of conversations]

I bet those cameras
are working tonight.

The cupboard where Lloyd
kept the CCTV equipment.

-Was empty.
-[Max] Was clean.

It was cleared out
nine months ago.

You'd think it'd be dusty.

[vibrant party music]

[Lloyd] I couldn't.

I couldn't possibly.

No, I couldn't possibly,
absolutely not.

[vocal salsa music playing]

He really is a wanker, isn't
he?

Do you think
he's lying about the footage?

I bet that it shows that Sophie
was here that night.

Maybe even what happened to
her.

Well, finding out won't be
easy.

It's the North Shore, Max.

It's a world
closed to outsiders.

We're here, aren't we?

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

we're taking 'em down.

[glasses clink]

[cheering, applause]

[suspenseful music playing]