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I've spoken to my wife.

Told me she wants a divorce.

[Meg] His name's Louie.

He's seven.

I don't get to see him enough.

His dad's got custody.

The lab report

on the stone fragment
in Sophie's head wound.

Lloyd just brings me
the papers and I sign them.

Lloyd Macklin?

Yes, he, he grew up
in the house next door.

I need you here to make sure

the sale of Winston Station
goes through.

[Simon] I took a position
that will earn me

a substantial profit
when the sale goes ahead.

I'm on the hook for two mil.

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 were making it sound
like it was a done deal.

If any of those bastards

were involved in Sophie's
death, we're taking 'em down.

[glasses clink]

[dramatic music playing]

What is it that you do, Meg?

[gentle music playing]

[wind blowing]

[door opening]

[keys jingling]

[door closing]

[keys clink on table]

[crickets chirping]

[door locking]

[keys clink]

[sighs]

-Do you know him at all?
-Lloyd?

Only by reputation.

-Which is?
-[dress unzips]

Impressive.

[chuckling]

What are you doin' 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.

His house?

Well, he has to spend it
on something.

Apparently the landscaping
alone cost 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?

She wanted to know
how I thought you'd react.

What did you say?

Stoically.
[both chuckle]

How did you react?

Phlegmatically.

[she chuckles]
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, yeah, thank you, yeah.

[sombre music playing]

Bummer.

[clicking]

[tense music playing]

What's goin' on?

You're gonna have to go now.

Now?!

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

-Will you be all right?
-[Max] Oh.

That's a big question.

[phone ringing]

Is that Anna?

Meg?

[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 2 a.m.

The tiles
in Lloyd Macklin's patio.

[dramatic music playing]

[Abigail]
Has the share price moved?

[Simon] Up ten percent
in London trading.

[chatter]

Are you going to sell?

Yes, Abigail.

Yes, I'm going to sell.

Don't take that tone with me.

When?

[Simon] When the time is right.

The Australian market
opens in an hour.

There'll be another bump then.

Don't get greedy,
leave it too late.

I do know what I'm doing.

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

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.

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 gonna like it.

[scraping]

[police radio chatter]

Thanks for being a shoulder to
cry on last night.

Don't mention it.

It's such a shock.

One minute you're saying we
need time apart, then the
next...

Like I said, don't mention it.

And you've got a son!

-Ha! I had no idea.
-[she sighs]

He's a cute kid.

-Louie, wasn't it?
-Max.

Last night we were off duty.

We're not off duty now.

[camera clicking]

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Paea, what's the verdict?

[camera clicks]

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, uh, all of this is about?

No, we think a crime
might have been committed here.

[Paea] Sarge, we got a match.

It's the same stone.

Looks like we're right.

Well, 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.

[Lloyd groans]

Just stay across it, Gary.

[door opening] Simon Chalcott
is here to see you.

All right, shit, um,

I need Tom at my house
tonight with Oscar, yeah?

-Coffee?
-No!

Sorry, Simon,
now is not a good time.

Well, it won't take long.

Is it about the sale
of Winston Station?

-[Simon] No.
-Well...

[Simon] 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 might be enough.

[Lloyd] Not according
to my sources in Canberra,

Don't know what stunt she's
pulling,

but apparently the Brits
have become more intractable

since she's taken the reins.

Well, I've done
everything I can!

[sombre music playing]

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]

[Meg] Boss. When it's dark,

Forensics will spray
luminol over the area.

[leaves rustling]

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, I know.

I can respect that.

Well, they'll have cleaned up.

They might've missed
some blood in the grouting.

Even a speck will help.

[mellow piano music]

[music stops]

That's fantastic, Caspar.

You're really coming on.

-Can I play my game now?
-Mm-hmm.

I haven't heard you
practicing much.

Can't seem to find
the motivation.

I know the feeling.

[Max chuckles]

If you had your time again,

do you think you'd make
different choices?

I think Anna would.

[sighs softly]

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.

[Tori 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.

[footsteps departing]

[mellow piano music]

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?

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.

[crickets chirping]

[Lloyd groans]

Okay, boys, tomorrow,

you're gonna go
to the police station

and you are gonna
tell them exactly

what went down that night.

-Seriously?
-No, of course the fuck not.

But that is what
they are gonna believe,

because we're gonna come up
with a story right now

that neither of you two
will deviate from

in the slightest detail.

[grim music playing]

Just, is this gonna take long?

We're 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 gonna 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 seven till ten, I'd say.

What?! What am I gonna do?

I don't know. Go to the cinema.

You like movies.

There must be
some good Australian films.

[knocking]

Not since Muriel's Wedding.

-[door opens]
-[Abigail] 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.

[chatter]

[telephone ringing]

Well, you look
annoyingly chipper.

Is that what London cops say?

"All right, Guv?"

"Yeah, chipper."

I did say "annoying," didn't I?

[Paea] 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.

[Oscar] 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.

[Oscar] We carried on drinking,

played games,
smoked a bit of weed.

Bro, you smoked
that motherfucker.

[gunfire from video game]

[Oscar] Sophie turned up
about 11:30.

Soph!

Hey, you okay?

[tense music playing]

We'd had a row, so I...

I didn't think
she was talking to me.

[gunfire]

All right, yeah, well,
I'll see you soon.

-[video game sounds continue]
-[Sophie clears throat]

Thanks.

I would've 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!

That 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[laughing]

Mate...
[chuckles]

We were both wasted.

[Tom laughing]

Soph...

[tense music playing]

[Oscar] Tom, mate, I, uh...

You fucked her?

[music intensifying]

[grunting]

Boys, stop!

[smacking]

Get off! Stop it!

[Tom] Now I'll tell you
word for word exactly

what Oscar
is gonna say happened next.

[tense music playing]

Well, go on then.

Oscar is gonna say
that we were fighting...

[Oscar] ...and an
arm lashed out.

I don't know whose it was.

[Tom] But it collected
Sophie on the side of the head.

She fell and 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.

[water splashing]

Current's really strong there,

so we knew
she'd get washed away.

[dance music playing]

Then we went to a bar
so we'd have an alibi

in case anybody asked.

That's what he'll tell you.

[Meg] But that's
not what happened?

Not quite. No.

[tense music playing]

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.

[chatter]

All right, bro.

You follow the script?

Yeah, to the T.

-Dad wants another word with
us. -Why?

Next steps.

Oh, I thought we were done.

[elevator dinging]

[elevator doors opening]

[sighs softly]

[telephone ringing]

We need to see the boss.

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

[Lachie] How best
to improve policing.

Being around when needed
might be a start.

[Cindy] 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.

-[Gary] Lloyd, if I may?
-Gary?

[Gary] 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,
uh, disposing of the body.

We didn't do that either.

[Gary] 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 offenses.

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.

[Gary] 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.

And now, 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.

A hundred.

Okay, 50.

Sweet.

-How's that?
-Wow!

Are you joining us?

Kids can't take
themselves to the cinema.

Max, hurry up!

Get your coats on.

Come on, come on, let's go!

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

Oh, I want to.

You and Hamish need
some time alone together.

Or apart.

I'm joking!

Didn't you know?

No such thing as a joke.

Isn't that one?

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

Cooking or taking the boys?

I'd rather not do either.

It was a joke.

Max!

Champagne in the fridge.

Come on.

-Come on, let's go!
-Come on, Max!

Okay, slow down!

[Caspar] Let's go.
Don't be slow.

Hm.

[door closes]

Not the best.

It'll do.

[knocking]

[sighs softly]

Lloyd.

Abigail.

You look lovely. You going out?

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

Now look, this won't take long,
I just, uh...

I need to show you something.

[soft music playing]

[door closing]

[crickets chirping]

The RBA bumped
the interest rate again.

It's gonna be a nightmare.

Not just for people out west.

People around here
are leveraged to the max.

I wonder if the boys
are having a good time.

I'm not boring you, am I?

How honest do you want me to
be?

[Hamish chuckles]

Hm.

I'll see myself out.

[door opening]

Greg!

-Lloyd?
-You look handsome.

What are you doing here?

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

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

perhaps you knew that too.

I'll leave you to it.

[laughter]

[man] We've got 15 minutes
to save the world,

or 10 and time
for cocktails after.

-[laughter]
-[helicopter blades beating]

[indistinct movie dialogue]

[laughter fading]

-[gunfire]
-[screaming]

[surrounding laughter
continues]

I'm sorry I was late.

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 to say it.

[soft music playing]

Sorry.

Mind on other things.

What did Macklin want?

He's lobbying, I suppose.

[exhales softly]

Clearly he thinks
we're up to mischief.

Don't worry.

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

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

I've got a terrible headache.

Sorry.

You don't mind, do you?

Mum, Mum, it was so awesome!

Freddie was
a bit scared sometimes.

-Was not!
-But, but I wasn't.

It was so cool!

And did Uncle Max enjoy it?

[boys making explosion noises]

[Max screams]

[Tori laughs]

[footsteps fading]

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 making gunfire noises]

Come on, you two! Bed!

[making gunfire noises]

All right, come on, bedtime.

Don't make me use
my shouting voice.

[Max groaning]

[Caspar] Thanks, Max!

[boys running upstairs]

[gentle music playing]

[water running]

[whimpering]

[door opening]

[door creaking]

[exhales]

[door closes]

[bottle opening]

[drink pouring]

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.

[footsteps departing]

[Meg] I say
we don't do any deals.

We charge both Tom and Oscar.

With what?

-[Meg] 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.

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 judgment?"

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.

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

[Max] They are consistent
on that point,

but we've only got
their word for it.

So are the police
gonna keep digging?

Do we want them to?

Well, what purpose can it
serve?

[soft piano music playing]

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.

[solemn music playing]

It's a relief to know.

And... that it was an accident.

Thank you.

[doorbell ringing]

Oh! Max!

I didn't think you would come!

Yeah.

Told you I'd bring 'em back.

Oh!

Come in.

Aren't I lucky?

Two visits in one day.

I hope you're gonna play for
me.

Mm.

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

Oh!

How's the investigation going,
or can't you tell me?

[playing "Pachelbel's Canon"]

Uh, I can't tell you much,

but going pretty well, I think.

[Marjorie] I've got
mixed feelings about that.

Pleased, of course.

But sorry
if it means you'll leave.

[music ends abruptly
with missed note]

Oh! That was a bum note.

Go back a bit, try it again.

[piano playing continues]

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

Why?

[music ends abruptly
with missed note]

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 that 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 practice more?

[chuckles]
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 okay
to tell them to fuck off.

-Life's too short for regrets.
-[laughing]

Of course, Tony.

It's the PM's office, they say
you asked to speak to him?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, I'll put her on.

Mark, good morning.

How's Delhi?

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

Have you cracked on
to your sister-in-law yet?

Uh, whoa!

You can't ask me that!

Why?

Would HR say it's
inappropriate?

No, because sharing's
a two-way street.

You're a dead end.

What, so you're
not gonna tell me?

Yes, I will tell you.

No, I haven't,

but I confess
that I'm tempted to, all right?

How's Louie?

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.

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
interests 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.

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.
[chuckles softly]

[gentle piano music playing]

I used to have shared custody.

One night, I got a tip.

The whereabouts
of a suspect we were chasing.

I could've phoned it in,
but you know me.

I asked a neighbour
to watch Louie.

I knew she liked
to party, but...

He found a tab of ecstasy.

Just my luck.

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 this about?

All in good time, Ben.

All in good time.

I didn't think you'd call.

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.

No, no, come on, sit down.

Sit down.

Have a beer with me.

What harm can there be?

Erica?

Uh, just two beers, please.

Any preference?

So...
[clears throat]

Why do you think you're being
represented by Lloyd's lawyer?

Lloyd wants the best for me.

Oh, 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's going on?

I think Lloyd's trying to make
sure you do 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.

-Guarantee 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.

Sell you down the river
if the price was right.

It sounds like he already has.

Listen...

[solemn music playing]

Ask your lawyer
to put that guarantee

and anything else you've been
promised in writing.

If he won't...

ask yourself why.

Thank you all for coming
at such short notice.

[cameras clicking]

I am delighted to announce

that my Australian counterpart
and I have today agreed terms

on a trade deal that will be
of enormous benefit

to both our countries.

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

and we believe
there is the potential

for the exchange
of both goods and services...

The fuck is she playing at?

[Abigail] ...between
our great nations.

While negotiations...

[Justin] I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

What the hell is she doing?

Justin, Justin, if I had known,

-I would've told you.
-Mate, she has rolled over.

She has given Canberra
everything that they wanted.

This is as much
of a surprise to me.

[man] Isn't this a 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.

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] ...colleagues in the
Australian press will either.

I'm very happy with the terms
we've negotiated for the...

Gary?

[Gary] We have a major problem.

[tense music playing]

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.

[grim music playing]

That's when we panicked.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

[panting]

Bro, I think she's dead.

Fuck, fuck.

[Oscar] Tom called his dad,

told us to get outta there,
that he'd sort it.

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

We gotta go, man. We gotta go.

Mate, for fuck's sake!

Come on.

Come on.

Um...

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

[dance music playing]

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

[crickets chirping]

[grim music playing]

And Sophie had gone.

Hang on.

You're saying you and Tom

didn't dump Sophie's body
in the harbour?

No.

That must've been Lloyd.

Oh, fuck.

[dramatic music playing]