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