[wind howling]
[water lapping]
["Wonderful Life" by Katie Melua playing]
[mellow guitar music playing]
♪ Here I go out to sea again ♪
♪ The sunshine fills my hair ♪
♪ And dreams hang in the air ♪
[cheering]
♪ Gulls in the sky And in my blue eyes ♪
♪ You know it feels unfair ♪
♪ There's magic everywhere
[water splashing]
[snorting]
♪ Look at me standing ♪
♪ Here on my own again
♪ Up straight in the sunshine ♪
♪ No need to run and hide ♪
♪ It's a wonderful, Wonderful life ♪
♪ No need to laugh or cry
♪ It's a wonderful, Wonderful life ♪
Hey, over there!
[Katie Melua] ♪ It's a wonderful life ♪
[waves crashing]
♪ It's a wonderful life ♪
♪ It's a wonderful life
[music ends]
[sirens wailing]
[reporter] No formal identification
has yet been made.
The body is believed to be that
of Sophie Chalcott,
the 19-year-old daughter
of the British Trade and Industry Minister,
Abigail Crawford.
You wanted to see me, sir?
[Kilroy] You seen this?
[reporter] ...on her gap year.
Her mother apparently heard of the tragedy
during a House of Commons select committee hearing.
The press in Australia is reporting...
[Kilroy] We've been invited to send someone to Sydney
to observe the investigation.
Why?
High-profile case.
Hands across the ocean and all that crap.
[reporter] ...how the body came to be in the water.
The Sydney Metropolitan Police are expected to make...
[man] Is there any evidence of foul play?
[Kilroy] Not yet, but the Chief Constable
has asked me to volunteer someone.
Congratulations.
No, sir, I've... I've got
Michael Mason's committal hearing in the morning.
D.S. Metcalfe will handle that.
[reporter] Abigail Crawford is considered a close ally
of the Prime Minister.
[woman] Today?!
I won't go if you don't want me to.
Well, why wouldn't I want you to?
I don't know how long I'll be gone.
I suppose if it is ruled a murder,
it could be a couple of months, maybe more.
[sombre music playing]
Well, you'd better take the big suitcase.
[suitcase thumping]
-Welcome on board. -Thank you.
Uh, 48E.
Thank you, Mr. Drummond.
Oh, thank you.
Sure, down there to your left.
Great, thank you.
Welcome aboard.
[woman coughing]
[baby crying]
[captain] Greetings, everyone...
[loudly blowing nose]
Our flight time to Singapore this evening
is 13 hours and 5 minutes.
So do settle in and make yourselves comfortable,
and we hope you have a pleasant and relaxing journey.
[man shouting]
[man] Go, go, go!
[overlapping shouting]
[man 2] On the floor now! On the floor! Hands up!
[tense music playing]
[man 3] Flat's clean, Sarge.
What, nothing?
You wanna tell us where you stashed it?
Do you wanna suck my dick?
Come off it.
It was taped to the inside of your toilet system.
Bullshit.
[detective] Michael Mason, I'm arresting you for...
This is a stitch-up.
[detective] You don't have to say anything...
[Kilroy] You're accusing him of planting evidence?
No, I'm saying it wasn't there when I looked.
Maybe you missed it.
We all want Mason for murder.
This is a step in the right direction.
I won't lie under oath.
[baby crying]
[aeroplane engine roaring]
[laughter]
[gasps and sighs]
Are you all right?
I mean...
[deep exhale]
What's the name of the detective London's sending out?
Max Drummond, Detective Sergeant.
He's on this flight.
He's in economy.
[woman coughing]
[laughter]
Detective Sergeant?
The Secretary of State suggested
I might want to swap seats with you.
[baby crying]
I can't believe you do.
[clearing throat]
Secretary of State?
Detective Sergeant.
Please.
Oh, thank you.
Sorry.
I'm extremely sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Please, call me Abigail.
I'm Max.
I've seen your CV.
Impressive.
You went to university.
Oh, a lot of people do.
Not many who join the police.
What happened?
Your first choice of career didn't work out?
[laughs]
Ah...
[sighs]
Well, let's just say that... being a policeman
was a childhood dream that I've still not quite grown out of.
Well, it's good you've got to live your dream.
[sombre music playing]
What can you tell me about Sophie's death?
No more than I'm sure you know already.
Was she murdered?
We don't know.
It might've just been a tragic accident.
So you could be making a wasted trip?
I hope so.
[woman] If Sophie wasn't murdered,
then it's not our case.
Our boss wants to know what we're dealing with, so,
what do I tell him?
Patience is a virtue?
You haven't met my boss, have you?
Hmm.
I always thought that if I was to murder someone
and make it look like an accident--
I mean, let's be honest, who hasn't thought of it--
um, I'd dump the body in the harbor.
What, so you're saying she was murdered or...
No, no.
You're saying she wasn't?
No, I'm saying it's just very difficult to tell.
Yeah, 'cause in the harbor, there are, um, there are rocks
and there are sharks and there are, uh,
boats churning up and down.
I mean, that can hide a multitude of sins,
but I'll surely know more after the autopsy.
Okay, then we won't keep you any longer.
Well, now, wait, now, I...
No, can't do her yet.
I've got three in line before Sophie.
Well, can she jump the queue?
She's kind of important.
They're all important to their loved ones.
Uh, but yes, I'll, um, I'll see what I can do.
Um, uh, just one, one thing.
Um, this swelling, I mean,
that can only occur before death.
This bruise here on the, on the cheek,
that's a little suspicious.
Yeah.
Do you have children, Max?
Uh, no.
But you're married?
Yeah.
Seven years.
We've tried for a baby.
IVF even, but...
I think we may have decided to give up.
You think you may have?
I used to think there could be nothing worse
than not having children.
You're being admirably composed.
It's not all my own doing.
There's the two V's.
Valium and vodka.
Oh, blimey.
That's a powerful combination.
Especially at 35,000 feet.
Thank you.
You'll keep me company?
Yeah, go on then, um,
bourbon and Coke, please.
Don't worry.
I'm quite in control of myself.
That's something Sophie used to complain about.
My composure.
"Why can't you just be yourself?" she'd say.
But this is me.
You must've been very young
when you had Sophie.
Twenty-three.
We were only just married.
What would you be willing to tell me about her?
I just... would like to know who she was.
She was, uh...
infuriating.
In a good way.
[unzipping]
Wilful.
Even as a child.
Used to drive me mad.
[gentle music playing]
But I came to see it as one of her greatest attributes.
It's hard to believe that...
that's where the photos will end.
If someone was responsible for her death,
you'll do everything you can to bring them to justice.
It's not my investigation.
I'm just an observer.
You promise me, Max.
For fuck's sake.
What do I tell the press?
That pending further investigation,
we're not sure.
Oh, brilliant.
Headline writes itself.
"Police clueless."
Literally correct.
We should let the locals handle it.
What about the bruise on her cheek?
Could be anything. Rough sex.
Interesting that's your first thought.
[man] Right, we'll keep it for now, pending the autopsy.
-I'm giving the case to Rob. -What?
[man] You don't have the experience.
No, you can't.
You assigned me.
Paea, would you give us a moment, please?
[Paea] Yes, sir.
[sighs]
Meg, I'm doing you a favour.
If this gets ruled a homicide,
the scrutiny you'd be under...
Fine, though talk about headlines writing themselves.
How about, "Male boss
thinks job beyond female cop,
replaces her with bloke"?
Well, it's a bit long for a headline.
Fuck.
All right, well, let's just hope
she got pissed and fell off a boat.
-Is that all, boss? -Yes.
No, uh, your liaison.
My what?
[man] Some cop from London is coming
with the girl's mother.
What?! Why?
We don't even know what we're dealing with.
Well, you'll be dealing with him,
keeping him abreast of any developments,
which shouldn't take long,
and organize a car to pick him up.
Chief, I don't have time to babysit some Pom
who thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.
Well, I doubt he's all that. They wouldn't spare a good man.
Even better, some deadwood telling me how to do my job.
Would you rather I took you off the case?
He's not gonna get in your way.
He doesn't have the jurisdiction.
Does he know that?
I'm sure you'll make him aware.
How was your flight?
-Abigail. -Greg.
I am so sorry.
-Thank you. -I mean, words can't even--
Thank you for coming.
-Who's that? -Greg Hardy.
Leader of the Labour Party.
The Prime Minister?
You don't follow Australian politics, do you?
He hopes to be. There's an election on.
How's Simon?
Beside himself.
-As you can imagine. -I'm sure.
Isn't her husband meeting her here?
He's at the hotel.
He flew in last night.
Greg, I'd like you to meet Detective Sergeant Max Drummond
from London.
He was a great comfort to me on the flight.
Greg Hardy, old friend of the family.
Oh, please.
I know who you are, sir.
Leader of the Opposition.
You're up on your Australian politics.
I'm impressed.
Uh, just to warn you, there are cameras outside the terminal.
Of course there are.
Did you tip them off?
It's fine.
You need the airtime.
I see you've slipped in the polls.
-Something about a health scare. -Oh, it's a beat-up.
It's the government flinging mud, shows they're desperate.
Can we offer you a lift into town, Detective Sergeant?
No, no, no, thank you, ma'am. A driver will be picking me up.
I'm sure we'll see you soon.
-We should get going. -Look, um, when you're ready.
Do I look all right?
[loud chatter]
Oh, you... bastards.
[gentle music playing]
[birds chirping]
[door beeps and opens]
[sobbing]
No, no, just leave that there, thanks, yeah.
[door closes]
You did tell them that I was here?
D.S. Drummond?
Chief Inspector Andrew Newell.
I wanted to welcome you personally.
How was your flight?
The last seven hours felt longer.
-Have you been to your hotel? -No, no, no.
I came straight here.
I'll get you a car, you can check in, freshen up.
Uh, I think I'd rather be just brought up to speed, sir.
Excellent, well, uh,
let's get you sorted with a pass.
And 5:23 p.m.
Now, Sophie leaves work
and she walks down to Circular Quay
where she meets her boyfriend Tom.
She meets him for a drink,
and they board the party boat at 6:17 p.m., not long after.
Everyone, this is D.S. Max Drummond
from the Murder Squad in London.
D.S. Meg Driscoll, she'll be leading the investigation.
We won't hold you up any further, Meg.
D.S. Drummond, if you'd, um... care to sit here.
Thank you.
[Paea] So they're on the harbor for the best part of four hours,
all faithfully recorded on social media,
before disembarking the boat just a little after 10:00.
Now, it is here where Sophie and Tom split up,
and Sophie leaves with her friend Erica
to go to a bar on Loftus Street.
Now, Sophie leaves here alone
at 11:12 p.m.,
goes to the corner of Bridge Street,
and this is the last that's seen of her.
Okay, so Erica says that Sophie told her
she wants to get some fresh air
and that she'd meet her at home, but she never made it.
The girls are flatmates, right?
Sophie and Erica?
Yes, in Manly.
Have you been offered coffee, D.S. Drummond?
Oh, no, Max, please.
And yeah, that'd be great, thank you.
Lachie, show D.S. Drummond how to use the coffee machine.
I'll, uh, I'll let her know.
Uh, Sarge?
Sophie's parents are ready to identify the body.
Another time, Lachie.
First time in Australia, D.S. Drummond?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, well,
my wife and I had planned to come out before
'cause her sister lives out here.
-Oh yeah? -Place called Rose Bay?
[Paea] Nice.
Um, could you not track Sophie's movement from her phone?
She lost it on the boat.
Dropped it overboard taking a selfie.
-Uh... -Oh!
-Yeah, yeah. -Sorry.
[chuckling] Force of habit, sorry.
All right.
All right, well, let me know how she goes with it.
Yeah, cheers.
Five hundred bucks was taken out of Sophie's bank account
eight hours after her body was found.
From an ATM?
A side street near Martin Place.
Where's Martin Place?
CBD.
Central Business District.
[Meg] They'd have to have known her PIN.
Do we have any CCTV?
Cindy's looking at it.
Hey, there must be security cameras
in the vicinity.
That's what he just said.
Was it? Oh, sorry.
I can't hear too well in the back.
It's only necessary for one of you
to make the identification, if that's what you prefer.
No, we both will.
[clearing throat]
Excuse me a moment.
Depending on the state of the body,
it could be quite distressing.
We both want to see her.
They're ready for us.
[sombre piano music playing]
[clearing throat]
Oh, Jesus.
[crying]
This is Sophie, yes, yes.
[crying]
Meg, what'd they find?
[Meg] They found no saltwater.
-It's definitive. -[Max] We're moving ahead?
You have more information.
You tell me!
The autopsy revealed
that there wasn't any water in her lungs.
What does that mean?
That she didn't drown.
It looks like she died before her body entered the water.
The autopsy confirmed that the bruising on her cheek
was sustained before death,
and a tiny fragment of stone was found
in a wound on the back of her head.
It's not any rock type found in the harbor.
I'm very sorry, but...
we are now treating this as a murder case.
[sobbing]
[sombre music playing]
If it's all right,
I'll leave you with D.S. Drummond.
We have to get back to the station, but...
perhaps he can escort you to your hotel.
Meg. Meg.
I thought we could catch up later.
Why?
In case of any further developments.
If there are, I'll let you know. We have your phone number?
Yeah, but I thought we could try to get to know each other a bit
to avoid any misunderstandings
now we're gonna be working together.
We're not.
You're observing our investigation.
There you are, you see, look, first misunderstanding.
I'll come to your hotel, meet you at the bar,
eight o'clock.
All right, it's a date.
I mean, not like a, not like a date.
Poor choice-- I'll shut up. Eight o'clock.
[sighs]
[sobbing]
I, uh...
[breathing heavily]
I want to go and see Tom.
Sophie's boyfriend?
I want to look him in the eye and know
that he had nothing to do with this.
You'll come with us, Max.
[sombre music playing]
This is Lloyd's house?
Looks like the Guggenheim.
It is the North Shore.
Which is like the Chelsea of Sydney.
You're Australian, Mr. Chalcott?
Born in Perth, then I did the usual Australian thing
and got out as soon as I could,
joined the other expats in Earl's Court,
and lived in London ever since.
And you're friends with Tom's father?
Lloyd?
Um, I do some work for him.
Simon's an accountant.
Well, I'm a little bit more than that.
Tax management, estate planning,
that sort of thing.
I was on Lloyd's sheep station when I got the news.
It's about a quarter of a million hectares
in Queensland.
Is that big?
About the size of Luxembourg.
Oh.
And, sorry, so, it's through your connection
that Sophie met Tom?
He spent his gap year in London,
lived with us for a while,
long enough for them to fall in love.
[Max] You didn't approve?
[Simon] Abigail feared we would lose our only child
to Australia.
I wish she'd never come.
[Tom] Abigail! Simon!
I am so sorry.
Simon.
This is my friend, Oscar.
He came to offer his condolences.
-Ah. -These are Sophie's parents.
Oh, God, I'm, I'm, I'm so sorry.
Sophie was my girlfriend's flatmate.
Erica Payton?
[Abigail] Detective Sergeant Drummond from the UK.
Right, they said on the news that they were sending someone.
I have to get to my next job, but... I'm, I'm so sorry
to meet you under these circumstances.
[birds chirping]
-Stay strong, bro. -Thanks, man.
Please, guys, come in.
Do the police know what happened?
They say
that Sophie was murdered.
What?
That's not common knowledge yet.
-How? -I'm sorry, we...
We can't go into details.
You've no idea what might have happened to her?
No. I don't know where she went.
I didn't see her after we got off the boat.
Why did you split up?
-What? -Why did she go with Erica?
Oh, Erica was pissed off with Oscar about something.
They'd had a row, and she'd had a bit to drink.
Sophie?
Erica.
Sophie too.
Not too much though, I wouldn't have let her go
if I didn't think she was safe.
Simon, Abigail,
I am so sorry for your loss.
She was a wonderful girl.
-Thank you. -She was murdered, Dad.
-Murdered? -Yes, the autopsy showed--
We, we can't talk about that.
Hello, uh, D.S. Max Drummond from the Murder Squad in London.
You're investigating?
Observing, as a courtesy.
This is devastating.
If I can be of any help, you're welcome to stay here.
Thank you, but the hotel is fine.
I don't know how long I'll be staying.
Sophie worked as an intern at Lloyd's company.
[Abigail] Thank you for giving her that opportunity.
How did that come about?
She needed a job and she asked if Dad could help.
So, perfectly legitimate.
Oh, yeah, no, no, I've no doubt,
I'm just interested in how these things work.
She was an incredible worker, a credit to you both.
We're trying to get a sense of what her life out here was like.
[crying]
[sombre music playing]
Sorry.
I'm sure Tom will tell you everything he can.
[Tom] She, um...
I loved her.
I really loved her.
And she loved you.
-[phone ringing] -Oh.
-[Tom crying] -[Abigail shushing]
-Sorry, I've got to get this. -[Abigail] It's okay.
[Tom crying]
[Lloyd] No, only three.
[door closes]
Well, thank you, Mark, I appreciate that.
And please don't hesitate to call on me at any time.
Bye.
[police sirens wailing]
[sighs]
The Prime Minister sends his condolences.
Uncharacteristically empathetic.
[Abigail] He told me to take as long as I need.
Said that Don is ready to take the lead on the trade agreement.
I told him that won't be necessary.
That while I'm here, I'll see what I can do
to push it along.
Set up a meeting
with my Australian counterpart, will you, Ben?
Oh, and get me five minutes with Greg Hardy.
Is that wise?
Well, as a minister of the British Crown,
you shouldn't be seen to be taking sides
in the Australian election.
He's an old family friend
who, there's a fair chance,
will be the next Australian Prime Minister.
No point passing up an opportunity.
Thank you, Ben.
[Ben] I'll see you in the morning.
-Good night, Simon. -[door opens]
[footsteps departing]
[door closes]
You're going to discuss trade now?
Well, I can't let Don do it.
-Our daughter is dead. -Don't you think I know that?!
You're acting as though you don't.
I don't know what else to do!
I have to carry on. We have to carry on.
I can't, our daughter is dead!
[gentle music playing]
We have to be strong.
Or this will destroy us.
I'm going to get ready for bed.
Have you spoken to Tori?
[Max] Haven't had a chance.
Barely had time to sit down.
Or pee.
That is two different things, right?
Oh, I miss you.
[wife] You've only been gone a day.
And already I miss you, what does that tell you?
That you have separation issues.
I told Tori that you're coming.
Yeah, all right, I'll call her.
Miss, Martha won't play with me.
Then play with someone else, one of the other Marthas.
What are you doing tonight?
Having a drink with my opposite number.
[wife] And what's he like?
She.
About my age, quite attractive, not very friendly.
Maybe she feels threatened by you.
Maybe she just doesn't like me. Wouldn't be the only one.
I didn't say I don't like you.
Look, let's... let's not do this now.
No, no, no.
Sorry, I'm not at my best.
Jet lag.
-[man] Anna? -I have to go.
Uh, call me tomorrow?
Love you.
[children playing]
Love you too.
[gentle piano music playing]
[sighs]
[chatter]
[elevator whirring]
Oh my God!
I mean, like, it's so scary to think that could've been me.
[Paea] Okay, well, thanks for coming in here.
[woman] Can I, like, take a selfie in here?
[Paea] Uh, no.
[woman] Pretty please?
[Paea] No.
[sighs]
Bugger this.
[Paea] Hey, thanks for coming in, Erica.
How are you holding up?
Oh, I don't think it's really sunk in yet.
[Paea] Yeah, it can take a while.
Look, uh, we'll be wanting to take a look at Sophie's room.
Did you bring in a spare set of keys for us?
Oh.
How long had you and Sophie been flatmates?
[Erica] Oh, um, about a year.
[telephone ringing]
Meg, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to stand you up.
Really, it wasn't payback 'cause I didn't send a car for you?
No, God no!
I fell asleep.
Hang on, you didn't send a car for me?
Anyway, forget about it.
We're quits.
Except I really did fall asleep.
Anyway, Erica had a row with her boyfriend.
That's why she and Sophie left the boat together.
I know. How do you?
Uh, Tom told me.
-You've met Tom? -Yeah.
Oscar too, at Lloyd's place.
You're not part of this investigation.
Sophie's parents asked me to go with them.
Oh, and I noticed that Oscar had scratches on his hand
and grazed knuckles.
But you weren't investigating?
[Paea] Meg!
Listen, all I'm saying is
it might be worth asking him about.
Look, I know you're more experienced than me,
and obviously you've been told that this is my first case.
Only now, by you.
It's a big case, must have a lot of faith in you.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Yeah.
Do nothing.
Okay, so we don't have anything from the ATM itself,
and only grainy images from a CCTV camera at the bank,
but if we take the image of the person
withdrawing cash from Sophie's account
and marry it with footage from a hotel in Martin Place...
[Max] Sophie's flatmate, Erica.
Have we checked whether Sophie's bank account
has been used again?
Uh, no.
-Shit.-Sorry, boss, that was my fault.
No, I should've told you to.
Uh, Lachie, talk to her bank.
Yeah.
Have you watched the witness interviews?
I'm about halfway through.
And what have you learnt so far?
Australians pronounce "party" "pardy."
It's really annoying.
The rest should take you an hour or so.
Yeah.
[chatter]
-[Greg] Abigail. -Greg.
I am about to leave for Melbourne.
This won't take long.
Is there somewhere quiet we can go?
Sure.
Oh, uh, just the two of us.
Shouldn't you tell the Pom we're heading out?
I'll tell him when we get back.
All right.
He'd only want to come with us.
[Max] Who would?
-Jesus. -Don't you ever lock your car?
Not in the police car park, no.
You oughta be in London.
I wish you were.
So, where do we expect to find Erica?
At home,
at the unit she shared with Sophie.
Sophie was your daughter.
She was your child, not Simon's.
Does he know?
No.
How long have you known?
To be honest, I'd always had my suspicions.
She looked like you.
A little of me.
Nothing of Simon.
[gentle music playing]
Did you never think she might be?
When I heard,
I suppose I did the maths,
but I figured you would've said something.
You were back with your wife, I couldn't see the point.
And Simon was so happy to have a child.
He never knew about us.
But you're not sure though,
whether she was mine?
No, I am.
Last month I was at a ministerial meeting
in Singapore.
Sophie flew up to see me.
[Sophie] I went to a doctor.
She ran lots of tests.
It turns out I have something called HCM,
hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
What's that?
It's when your heart muscles are abnormally thick,
meaning the heart has to work a lot harder
to push the same amount of blood around the body.
-Is it serious? -Can be.
Might be nothing.
So you don't have it?
Does Dad?
No.
Because it's a genetic condition.
If I have it, one of my parents must.
Dad isn't my dad, is he?
Darling, there...
-There must be some mistake. -That's what I thought too.
And then I saw this.
You'd mentioned he was an old friend of the family.
I Googled him.
Nine months before I was born,
Greg Hardy was an employment lawyer
seconded to the TUC in London,
just as a young, married researcher
was beginning her career at Westminster.
[sniffling]
He's my father, isn't he?
Sweetheart.
[soft music playing]
So I am Sophie's father?
No, Simon is and always will be.
Then why are you telling me?
[Abigail] I thought you had a right to know,
and I thought
that I should warn you
in case she told anyone else.
[Meg] Erica? Erica, you there?
-It's the police. -[knocking]
Erica?
She's not picking up.
[Max] My nan's carer came from Poland.
Where's the Pom gone?
[woman speaking indistinctly]
[sighs]
[Max] Thank you so much, Dima, you've been very helpful.
-[Dima speaking Polish] -Bye-bye now.
-Bye. -Bye-bye.
[Meg] What were you doing?
I was just having a chat with Sophie's neighbor.
Lovely woman, fled Poland in the '60s,
still has a heavy accent.
And that's of interest why?
Well, she was saying, or at least I think
she was saying the girls had a break-in about a week ago.
You can't question people. You don't have any jurisdiction.
I was just making conversation.
Interesting though, isn't it?
It may have nothing to do with Sophie's murder.
No, but we should check it out.
See if they filed a report.
-What was her name again? -Um, Dima Moysenko.
Erica?
Police entering.
Are you home?
[soft music playing]
What did she want?
To tell me Sophie was my daughter.
Did you mention that Sophie had already told you?
I thought it best she remain ignorant of that fact.
I told you this could become a problem.
-I said I'd fix it. -And I said don't tell me how.
Oh, Christ, don't tell me how.
It's fine. It's finished with.
[birds chirping]
[Paea] She's gone home to Tasmania for a couple of days.
Left a note for the cleaner.
They've got a cleaner?
That's Gen Z for you.
Well, we told her we'd need to talk to her again.
[phone ringing]
Go ahead, Lachie.
[Lachie] Yeah, so I got Sophie's statements up here.
And yeah, that $500 withdrawal
was the last activity out of her cash account.
And savings?
[Lachie] Savings...
Give me a sec.
[tense music playing]
Holy shit.
Yesterday there was a transfer
out of her account for $20,000
to E. G. Payton.
Erica.
Has she taken her passport?
You don't need it to go interstate.
So it should be here, shouldn't it?
Lachie, ring Border Security
and check whether Erica Payton's left the country.
Also the airlines, flights to Tasmania.
It's a good thing you didn't have her accounts frozen.
Well, now we have a person of interest, don't we?
[door closes]
[dramatic music]