[Tori] I'll miss you.
I've liked having you around.
Well, I've enjoyed being here.
[soft music playing]
Has the share price moved?
The Australian market opens in an hour.
Don't get greedy.
I do know what I'm doing.
If that were the case,
I wouldn't have to bail you out would I?
My Australian counterpart and I have today agreed terms
on a trade deal
that will be of enormous benefit
to both our countries.
The fuck is she playing at?
We're gonna come up with a story right now
that neither of you two will deviate from
in the slightest detail.
Lloyd's got one concern beyond himself, and that's Tom.
Sell you down the river if the price was right.
You're saying you and Tom
didn't dump Sophie's body in the harbour?
That must've been Lloyd.
[dark music playing]
[water bubbling]
Caspar! Freddie! In here now!
Yeah, yup. No, no, no, that's exactly what I told him.
Dishwasher!
[birdsong]
Yeah, well, that sounds good.
Okay.
-[Hamish sighs] -[door opens]
Yeah, sure.
Okay, Daddy's ready, so get your stuff!
I'm in a hurry, you're gonna have to take them, I'm sorry.
-You always do this! -Thank you so much.
[kisses]
Boys! Have a good day!
-Hey, Max. -Hello, mate.
[keys jingling]
It's me.
[Meg] I was about to call you.
Oh yeah? Why?
[Meg] Lloyd needs to be held to account,
but he'll just deny it all,
and then it's his word against Oscar's,
and who are people gonna believe?
A billionaire or a drug dealer?
Why were you calling me?
'Cause I was thinking the same thing.
And I've had an idea
how we can stack the odds a bit more in our favour.
Oh, sorry, hang on a sec.
Mm.
[softly] I've gotta go.
-See you later. -[Meg] Max!
[Max] How soon can you be in work?
The Guardian says you've put food standards back a decade.
Yes, I'll hold.
The Telegraph says you're finally prioritizing
the interests of industry.
Yes, I get the idea, Ben.
I'm the darling of the right.
My own side thinks I'm a traitor.
Yeah, that's about the size of it.
Yes, I'm still here.
Okay, everyone, you've all seen the media.
They're killing us on trade now, okay?
We need to shift the agenda.
-I want you to-- -Abigail Crawford, again.
All right, here's an idea,
find someone who lost their house
'cause they couldn't make payments.
Ideas like that, let's go!
Abigail, I'm a little busy
putting out the fires you started.
Look, I just want the chance to explain.
You played me, Abigail, right from the fucking start.
Greg, please.
It's not like that.
Six o'clock, your hotel.
[tense music playing]
[laughter]
Uh, thanks for coming, bro.
I wasn't sure you would.
[chatter]
I don't know why I have.
To find out why you've betrayed us.
I would never do that to you, bro, you know that.
Then why get your own lawyer and go to the police?
Mate, I would trust you with my life,
but your dad?
Does he know you're meeting me?
Shit, no.
You're dead to him.
What have you told the police?
The truth, that it was your dad who moved Sophie's body.
So to save yourself, you've dobbed me in, huh?
I told you, I wouldn't betray you.
Did you tell them I hit her?
Mate, don't say that.
It was an accident.
You lashed out.
Sophie just got in the way.
[Tom] I was angry at you, but...
I hated her.
I meant to hit her.
It was an accident.
Can we agree on that?
Why? What does it matter?
I went to the police to clear me, not to get you in trouble.
I won't be in any trouble.
Dad says I have nothing to fear.
He has evidence that proves that I didn't kill her.
-[Oscar] What evidence? -[Tom] I don't know.
He just said he has a trump card
and he'll play it if he needs to.
I gotta get back to work.
You're thinking manslaughter, aren't you?
He admits hitting her,
with intent.
Good work, Oscar.
Fuck you.
[slams]
And you.
[siren wailing]
[Max] How could Lloyd be sure Tom didn't kill Sophie?
Because she was still alive when he got there?
You think Lloyd killed her? Sorry.
He could have,
and Oscar's admitted that he stole the laptop
on Lloyd's orders, so,
Lloyd knew Sophie had dirt on him.
He just didn't know what.
Yeah, but...
at the time of Sophie's death,
Lloyd didn't know Oscar had got the wrong laptop.
He thought that problem was fixed.
Insurance?
In case Sophie had a backup?
Maybe... Sophie was still alive when the boys left
but dead by the time Lloyd got there?
Yeah, but how would he know?
The security cameras.
Do you think he still has the footage?
-He has to. -[Meg] But why?
If it shows him dumping her body in the harbour...
It's like you said, insurance.
Lloyd hopes that he'll never have to use it,
but in the worst-case scenario,
if Tom is convicted of killing Sophie...
You think Lloyd would give himself up to save his son?
Well, you would, for Louie.
[Meg sighs]
If that footage exists...
Oh, it exists, all right.
[knocking]
[grim music playing]
[door opening]
[door closing]
Ben's joining Simon in the bar.
Perhaps Justin would like to tag along.
No, I think he should stay to take a note of this meeting.
[Abigail] Oh. I thought this was just an informal chat.
Um, should I stay or...
Tell Simon you'll be down in a bit.
[Abigail clears throat]
I realise my accommodation on the trade deal
must have come as something of a surprise.
You handed the government a big win,
right when I had them on the ropes.
It was necessary
for domestic political purposes.
Really?
Chatham House Rules?
Cone of Silence.
The deal is less than we hoped for,
but the PM can still present it as a triumph.
A benefit of Brexit.
Bullshit, of course, but it buys him some time.
Why would you help him?
His job's yours for the taking.
Not all politicians are quite so Machiavellian.
No, but you are.
I know you, remember.
[soft music playing]
[sighs]
Sophie's death is still raw.
I'm not ready for the leadership.
I've decided to give the PM my backing,
and in return, he's promised to make me Foreign Secretary.
[laughs softly]
Which bolsters your leadership credentials.
I always knew you'd be Prime Minister one day.
[light music playing]
[keyboard keys clacking]
Are you working?
Emailing Anna.
I'm gonna move out when I get back home.
A mate said I could have his spare room, so...
[button clicks]
[Max exhales and sighs]
[gentle music playing]
I'm going to miss you.
Yeah.
Are we just going to stare into each other's eyes?
[both chuckle]
Well...
I would like to kiss you.
But you're my sister-in-law,
you're married,
you have two kids,
my nephews...
I'm glad we did that.
Yeah.
Those nephews,
they asked whether you'd tell them a bedtime story.
Sure!
[laughing softly]
[music fading]
[bird squawking]
I can't be arsed to read this,
so why don't you just tell me what it's about?
It's a warrant,
allowing us to search your office and home
for evidence relating to the suspected murder
of Sophie Chalcott.
You think I had something to do with Sophie's death?
We know you did.
Okay, bring that in, let's go.
My work here is done.
Meaning?
Flat white.
The sale of Lloyd's sheep station has gone through,
thanks to the trade deal.
Tidy little bonus coming my way.
He's invited us to lunch tomorrow to celebrate.
You'd have made even more if you'd kept your share options
in Lloyd's company.
I imagine they've risen in value.
Considerably.
But I have a slight confession to make there.
I never sold out my position.
[tense music playing]
I know, I know.
But it's just as well I didn't.
I would've been behind.
As it is, I'm rolling in it.
You have had a good day.
On today's exchange rate, about four mil.
I kissed my sister-in-law last night.
No shit!
-Did she want you to? -Uh, yes!
She started it.
Oh my God!
Did you shag?
-No. -But you're going to.
-I'll be going home soon. -Oh, you've got to!
I mean, talk about unfinished business.
The raids were a bust, I hear.
Uh, they're continuing,
but as yet have not produced the incriminating evidence
that we were hoping for.
In other words, a bust.
I'm sure Macklin's got that footage.
I'm not.
He didn't seem worried we'd find it.
Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Well, if it does, it's hidden well.
Safe deposit box?
We looked through them all. Nothing.
We need to think outside the box.
Wasn't meant to be a pun.
Good.
[crickets chirping]
[phone chimes]
[tapping on phone]
We need to talk.
Mm-hmm.
[phone chimes]
It's important.
Yeah, so is this.
Okay.
You have my full attention.
I want a divorce.
Because I was sending a text message?
That and a thousand other reasons.
[phone chimes]
Get it.
Makes no difference either way. I still want a divorce.
[sombre music playing]
-[smashing] -Tori! What the f--
[Tori sniffles]
Are you mad?
[Tori] I'm, I'm bored, Hamish.
You bore me!
And the prospect of being bored by you
the rest of my life...
I want more.
[gentle piano music]
[music stops]
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Don't you want to pass grade four?
Have you?
Yes.
In my job, it's inevitable.
Now, stop procrastinatin' and play.
I don't know what that means.
Well, you're very good at it.
I'll be taking you to school, boys.
[Caspar] Where's Daddy?
He's had to go away for work.
Max has seen a dead body.
Five more minutes, then you need to have your breakfast.
Right, off you go.
[dramatic piano music]
[muted note plays]
[music stops]
Oh, don't worry.
There's always one bit I struggle with.
But I'm not doing it wrong.
Well, it doesn't sound right, does it?
[repeatedly playing muted note]
Mystery solved.
[Freddie] Rex!
[soft, tense music playing]
Keep going.
Very good.
[dramatic music playing]
[phone dialling]
[Meg] Hello?
I know where Lloyd's hidden the footage.
The last time I was here,
you said that I was your second visitor.
[Marjorie] Hmm?
[Max] Was the first Lloyd Macklin?
[Marjorie] Yes, yes, it was.
[Max] Did you notice him hide anything in the piano?
Oh, well, that explains it!
-Explains what? -I was dusting,
and I found this little red box lodged amongst the strings.
Very odd. [chuckles]
What did you do with it, Marjorie?
Yes, well, that's a very good question.
Um... let me think.
[chuckles]
No, a complete blank.
Start in the kitchen.
Marjorie, take a seat, enjoy your cup of tea.
[music fading]
[laughter and chatter]
We'll leave before coffee.
Ben, what are you doing here?
Surely you weren't invited.
I've heard word from London.
One of the tabloids has another clip of the PM with his wife,
this time shouting, "You stupid cow."
Were they on a farm?
On a train.
And not cattle class.
It's the final nail in his coffin.
I'm told he's going to announce his resignation
6:00 a.m. London time.
-What?! -Seriously?
This is your moment.
It's too soon.
Well, it may not come again.
We should work on a press release.
[laughter and chatter]
What's she doing?
Preparing for power.
[rustling]
[Max] You sure you've kept it?
Might it be out in the bins?
Oh, I never throw anything away.
Could it be out in the garage?
I can't remember the last time I was in there.
Yes, but that doesn't rule it out, does it?
[dog barking]
[soft, tense music playing]
[sighs]
Max...
Oh, that's it!
That's it! I thought it would make a lovely coaster.
Oh!
Oh...
[dramatic music playing]
All right, let's see what we've got.
[Paea sighs]
-[phone ringing] -[clicking]
I have told you that that meant nothing.
Nor did it when I fucked Oscar.
[laughing]
We were both wasted.
[laughing]
Seriously?
You fucked her?
-[scuffling] -Boys!
-[screaming] -Get off him!
Get off him!
[Tom] Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Bro, I, I think she's dead.
[screaming] Fuck!
-Fuck! -Soph...
I can't feel a pulse!
[Tom breathing heavily]
[phone dialling]
Dad, Dad, Dad, there's been a fight.
I've hit Sophie. She's hit her head.
She's...
She's dead, Dad, we've killed her.
Okay. Fuck, okay, we, we gotta go.
-We've gotta call an ambulance. -Dad says that we should go.
We gotta go.
Mate, for fuck's sake!
Fucking come on.
[clicks]
Busted.
[Meg sighs]
What's the timecode on that?
Uh, 11:47:23.
Fast forward to half past 12.
It's around then that Lloyd came home.
[keyboard keys clacking]
[tense music playing]
We've got him.
Yeah.
Good.
Send it out now.
[gentle music playing]
You coming in?
They're just serving up.
This is where Sophie died.
That's what the police think.
Oh, I know.
For a fact.
-[clicks] -[phone ringing]
I don't care how fancy the lawyers are.
They're going away for this.
We're missing something.
What time did Lloyd arrive?
12:32:43.
Paea, freeze frame that moment, will you?
[clicking]
Now cut to 11:47:23.
[Paea] Sarge.
Can we see the two images side-by-side?
[tense music playing]
[clicks]
[Meg] She's moved.
She wasn't dead when the boys left.
We need to watch it all.
Paea, play the part we skipped.
How long have you known that Sophie's not your daughter?
Well, I knew about your affair with Greg.
You must have considered me really stupid if you thought I didn't.
I wanted to believe Sophie was mine.
But after she saw you in Singapore, she came and told me.
It's called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
Greg has it too.
So I'm not your father.
Yes.
More focused on the fact that I might die at any moment,
but if you want to make it about you...
Well, it affects both of us, doesn't it?
She told me it didn't change anything.
Maybe not for her.
Is that Lloyd?
No, it's too early.
[gasps]
Oh my God.
I've seen what happened that night.
What night?
Here.
Lloyd had footage from the CCTV.
What? What are you talking about? The cameras weren't working.
He played it for me.
[grim music playing]
He wanted to make sure I signed the trade deal
on terms that suited him.
Why were you here?
Why were you here, Simon?!
Sophie had called me
earlier that week.
Dad, Lloyd Macklin is bad news.
You shouldn't be doing business with him.
What?
What are you talking about?
She'd stumbled on a cache of documents
while she was interning with Lloyd.
I got her to email them to me.
She had certificates that Lloyd's sheep were reared
to the highest standards, not pumped full of hormones.
[Lloyd] Jesus, Simon,
these certificates are fake.
[Simon] What?!
I sent them to the South Americans.
Yes, I know, they won't pay as high a price
if they don't think we've got access to the British markets.
I'll call Sophie and encourage her to destroy all the files.
We couldn't risk that getting out.
So Lloyd told Oscar to go and steal Sophie's laptop.
[Sophie] Someone broke into our apartment.
-They wanted my laptop. -I'm sure that's not true.
Lloyd must have spotted the missing documents,
know I've got them.
I'm going to leak it all. Animal Liberation, the media...
No, you mustn't do that.
I stand to lose a lot of money.
Money?!
Is that all you care about?
Please, we'll talk about this--
[Sophie] I'm going to tell the world about Lloyd.
Share all his dirty secrets.
[Simon] I told Sophie that I'd see her soon
and we'd discuss it then.
But I didn't trust Sophie to keep quiet.
I was panicking.
I needed that sale just as much as Lloyd.
So I decided to fly back to Sydney.
Lloyd has a private plane available 24/7.
He'd given me the key to his house.
I planned to stay the night and phone Sophie
the next morning.
[drink pouring]
When I got here...
I saw her lying on the patio.
Oh, Jesus, Sophie.
I had no idea what had happened.
I thought Lloyd must have set someone on her.
She was dying.
Barely still alive.
[moans softly]
Dad.
[Simon] She called me Dad.
It was the worst thing she could've said,
because I wasn't her father.
I never had been.
I looked at her
and I saw Greg.
It was like they were both mocking me.
And if that wasn't bad enough,
she was gonna destroy me as well?
After everything I've done for her?
I couldn't let that happen.
So...
[music intensifying]
[clicks]
We thought he was in the bush.
He made calls from there.
Around the time of the murder?
He made a call from Winston Station at 6:13 p.m.,
and then 5:39 the next morning.
There's a landing strip on the property.
A six-hour round trip.
It's possible.
We know it's possible.
He did it.
[soft music playing]
If Macklin knew that Simon Chalcott murdered Sophie,
then why would he keep it to himself?
Knowledge is power.
To be used when it's to your best advantage.
You knew.
But you haven't called the police.
Nor has Lloyd.
He won't while you're still of use to him.
And is that why you haven't either?
Is being PM that important to you?
I will be Prime Minister,
and when I am,
not immediately,
but when the time is right,
I will divorce you,
and you will accept it without question.
Now stay out of my fucking sight!
[intense music]
[laptop closing]
[phone ringing]
Well, this'll need to be handled with some sensitivity.
[sighs]
Tash, could you get me the commissioner, please?
Thank you.
I take it this was, um, a joint effort?
Yes, sir.
Very much so.
D.S. Drummond, uh, perhaps you should be the one
to inform Abigail Crawford.
Yes, sir.
[elevator dings]
[sombre music playing]
[knocking]
[solemnly] Is Ms. Crawford here?
She's about to do an interview.
Oh, no, she isn't.
I need to speak to her.
In private.
[door creaking]
[door closing]
[Newell] Thank you for coming in.
[Simon] Of course.
You said you had some important information.
We know who killed Sophie.
You do?
Have you laid charges?
We're about to.
Simon Chalcott, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Sophie Chalcott.
You're not obliged to say anything unless you wish to,
but whatever you say may later be used in evidence.
[handcuffs clicking]
[Max] I'm so sorry.
This must come as an awful shock.
Where's Ben?
He's outside.
Have him come in, will you?
I'll need some time alone with him.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Of course.
[solemn music playing]
[siren wailing]
[door opening]
[siren stops]
[Lachie] Being an accomplice after the fact to assault
occasioning grievous bodily harm.
Your assistance will be considered by the DPP
as to whether the matter will be proceeded with.
Please tell her mum, I'm so sorry.
[Paea] Assault occasioning grievous bodily harm
and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.
Okay, now, this better be important.
Oh, I think it is.
Lloyd Macklin, I'm arresting you
for interfering with human remains,
hindering an investigation,
and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.
[Max] How did the press get there so quickly?
[chatter]
I guess...
someone must have tipped them off.
Are you doing anything Saturday arvo?
Hmm, by the sounds of it.
Would you like to come watch Louie's footy game?
Oh, Saturday sport, it's a bit of an Aussie tradition.
I mean, you don't have to.
I, I fully understand...
Meg, I'd love to.
[rock music playing in background]
Okay.
[reporter] The arrest is believed to be in relation
to the murder of Sophie Chalcott.
Lloyd Macklin's son, Tom,
was Sophie Chalcott's boyfriend at the time of her death.
[Max sighs]
Congratulations.
Your lot are all over the news.
I thank you.
[Tori chuckles]
-Hamish not in? -No.
Are you and he...
Fine, yeah.
Getting divorced.
Not because of me?
You flatter yourself.
But yes.
I mean, not you specifically, but...
you opened my eyes.
So you've cracked the case, you'll be going home then.
I wish I weren't.
Not because of me?
[chuckles]
You flatter yourself.
[soft music playing]
But yeah.
[door opening]
[Caspar] Mummy.
I, I had a bad dream.
[Tori] Okay.
Come on, Pickle.
[Abigail] After this extended stay in Sydney,
I shall soon be returning to London with my daughter,
where I can finally lay her to rest.
That poor woman.
[Abigail] My husband's arrest...
- came as... -[Makepeace scoffs]
Christ's sake, Justin.
[Abigail] ...a devastating shock.
To think that Sophie's own father
could do such a thing is...
beyond comprehension.
While this matter is before the courts,
I can make no further comment.
I shall focus on public service
and fulfilling whatever role
my party decides I should play.
Thank you.
[reporter] The frontrunner to become the next Prime Minister.
[crickets chirping]
Whatever you wish to say, you can say in front of Ben.
Were you aware of your husband's involvement
in Sophie's death before you heard it from me?
'Cause when I told you, you...
didn't seem that surprised.
There were no questions, no sort of...
[deep breath] refusal to believe.
Your first thought was to ask for Ben.
I think you already knew.
And if I did know and didn't tell you?
Then you'd be guilty of perverting the course of justice,
facing many years in prison.
[siren wailing]
[soft music playing]
I won't lie to you, Max.
When I entered the House of Commons...
I was shocked to discover
that all most MPs cared about was being re-elected.
Surely we were there to make a difference.
I was.
But even as a minister...
I had no real power.
Not to move the country in a new direction.
Only the Prime Minister can do that.
Which is why I need the top job...
so I can do what I went into politics for.
To help those less fortunate,
those without a voice.
The victims, if you will.
You didn't answer my question.
I didn't promise to.
I simply said I wouldn't lie.
[cheering and applause]
[chatter]
You think Abigail Crawford would protect her daughter's killer?
She was protecting herself.
She almost admitted as much.
[whistle blowing]
[cheering]
If Abigail knew,
either Lloyd Macklin or Simon Chalcott told her.
They might testify against her in return for a reduced sentence.
[scoffs] Bugger that.
Two meat pies.
Still, if I'm right, she's guilty of withholding evidence.
Thanks.
Here, another Aussie tradition.
Sauce?
[sauce squirting]
Uh, yeah, sure.
Be careful, they're quite...
[muffled] Jesus! Fuck!
[Meg] ...hot!
Do you want me to charge her?
The woman's lost her daughter,
and her husband.
Do you think she'd make a good Prime Minister?
She might.
If we charge her, you'll never find out,
'cause it'll destroy her career as well.
So should I call you Prime Minister-elect?
A little premature.
Oh, no one's foolish enough to oppose you.
The omens are good,
as they are for you.
Yes, as long as I can avoid any mishaps
for the next five days.
[airplane roaring]
Oh, what are they doing here?
It's possible they've come to arrest me.
Leave you to it.
Detectives.
Max.
Detective Sergeant.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
We've come to wish you a safe flight.
[soft music playing]
Well, thank you, both.
And thank you for everything you've done for Sophie.
[Ben] We should go through.
[Max] Hi!
Hiya.
Kids not in?
[Tori] Caspar's at piano lessons.
Freddie's playing upstairs.
[chopping continues]
I... [clears throat]
had a meeting with the boss earlier.
They've offered me a secondment
here in Sydney.
That's a surprising development.
It'd be for a year... initially.
[Tori] Wow!
Yeah.
What did you tell them?
[Max exhales]
Told them I'd have to think about it.
Would you like me to stay?
Would you like to stay?
Ah, no, no, no, I asked first.
But I'm not five, so that doesn't count.
[both chuckle]
I would.
I'd like you to.
[Tori chuckles]
[Max sighs]
[doorbell ringing]
[Tori chuckles]
[door opening]
[Tori laughs] Oh my God!
-[Anna] Hi! -[Tori] Hi!
What are you doing here?
[Anna] Oh, it's, it's mad.
[Tori] Yeah, it is!
[Anna] Surprise!
[laughter]
-[Tori] Hi! You're really here! -[Anna] Yes! Yeah!
-I can't believe it. -[Tori] Yeah, come in, come in!
[Anna] God, it's a long way.
Anna?
Max.
I got your email and I just thought,
"What are we doing? This is crazy."
[soft, tense music playing]
I want to give us another chance, start again.
What do you say?
[dramatic music playing]