Where are we with tracking down Erica Payton?
Nowhere, boss.
I just haven't heard from Erica and I'm beginning to worry.
Erica and Sophie were dealing drugs.
Beef comes from my cattle and the lamb from my sheep.
It's the station I'm selling for Lloyd.
Anna told me about the separation.
I suppose all marriages have their ups and downs.
[Abigail] It's hard to believe that
that's where the photos will end.
This, um, tragedy is inevitably having an impact on your career,
and I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't across that.
[Abigail] Ben tells me that if the PM does go,
I may be one of the contenders to replace him.
Not your fault this has presented you an opportunity.
[computer chimes]
[suspenseful music]
Who is this?
[cell phone chimes]
[soft, suspenseful music]
[waves crashing]
[footsteps echo]
Hello?
Is anybody there?
-Did you come alone? -Jesus Christ.
Nearly gave me a heart attack.
You're Erica, Sophie's flatmate.
Eh, this is very Deep Throat.
This is an homage, I take it.
The film, All the President's Men.
Why else would we be meetin' in a carpark?
Because the forecast was rain.
Oh, right.
And I, um, wanted to give you this.
What is it?
It's the reason that someone wanted to kill Soph.
We had a break-in a few days before she was murdered.
Oh my God.
[whimpers]
The bastards have taken my laptop.
Is that all?
It's the most expensive thing I own.
-Is that everything? -[Erica] Looks like it.
I mean, they left, uh, your ear buds.
They left my cash.
Now they must have been stoned to miss that.
[Sophie] They weren't after that.
Took your laptop by mistake. They're after mine.
What?
[Sophie] There's stuff on here that people would kill for.
Soph, don't try and make this about you.
E, I'm not kidding.
[Erica] I thought she was making it up.
Why didn't you tell the police?
I panicked.
Once whoever knew that they'd taken the wrong laptop,
they'd come after me.
So, I took it as insurance.
The password is "britchick97."
You know Sophie's password?
She only had one password, she used it for everything.
Including banking?
Why did you call me specifically?
'Cause you can't arrest me.
Sophie's mum told me.
Yeah, well, the police will need to speak to you.
-Me? -You're still under suspicion.
I'm in danger.
You stole Sophie's money.
And then there's the drugs?
-Drugs? -If you just come with me--
No, no, no, I've given you the laptop.
-I'm done. -[tyres squealing]
[thumping hip-hop beat]
Erica, we need to talk.
[grim music]
Wait!
[water lapping against the shore]
[siren wailing softly]
[indistinct chatter]
Ta-dah!
Sophie's laptop.
What?
How?
-Just met Erica. -[Meg] What the fuck?
I know, you would've preferred that I told ya.
-You should have. -It was the only way she'd talk.
So did she?
Look, the important thing is that we've got Sophie's laptop.
This is a major breakthrough.
The password's "britchick97."
We wanted to bring her in for questioning
and you let her slip through your fingers.
It doesn't work.
Oh, what?
I wrote it down.
Is that a four?
Yeah, try that.
-You were way out of line. -[computer beeps]
I thought you'd be pleased.
It doesn't work.
Oh, shit.
Uppercase B maybe?
Well, you didn't write uppercase B.
How else you gonna spell Brit chick?
It wasn't my idea.
Abigail Crawford gave Erica my number.
[Lachie] Still nothing.
[Max] Bollocks.
I'll try uppercase B with 97.
You're too close to her.
Erica?
Abigail Crawford.
[Lachie] Okay, we're in.
She's playing you.
Abigail? Bullshit.
She thinks you're in her pocket.
No, you're just pissed off
because she tells me things that she won't tell you.
So she's told you Greg Hardy is Sophie's father, has she?
[soft, suspenseful music]
She tells you what she wants you to know.
Share the files with Cindy.
Let me know when you find something.
[Abigail] Yes, I will do.
Thank you.
PM sends his regards.
He remembered my name?
"Your husband," he said.
He wants me to stay on in Australia.
Why?
To take personal control of the trade deal.
He thinks it'll help if I lead the negotiations myself.
He wants you out of the way.
You're a threat to his leadership.
That's a very uncharitable interpretation.
Which was also my first thought.
For what it's worth,
my advice would be to return home.
Disobey the PM?
It's not like he can sack you.
He's too weak.
You're a grieving mother.
I'm not playing that card.
I just--
I just think you need to strike while the iron is hot.
Declare my leadership ambitions?
[Ben] Not overtly, no.
But you need to be there to be seen
as the standard bearer the party can rally behind.
Sounds very Churchillian.
What if I return home with a signed trade deal in hand?
More Neville Chamberlain.
Nobody gives a stuff about trade.
It's just not sexy.
Shall I book us flights?
I'm not leaving without Sophie.
Who am I meeting again?
The AWP.
Sounds like a far right militant group.
Australian Wool Producers.
Jesus.
[Cindy] So this is from Sophie's laptop.
[Meg] Oh my God, what is that?
It's called mulesing.
It's where they hack huge chunks of wrinkly skin
from the sheep's backside to stop 'em getting flyblown.
Without an anaesthetic?
Yeah, yeah, it's barbaric.
Well, so a lot of people think.
Huh.
There are those that don't?
Australian farmers.
Most claim that it's necessary, which is debatable
because a lot of the sheep end up getting flyblown anyway.
Some die slow, agonizing deaths.
How do you know all this?
I grew up on a sheep farm.
That explains so much about you.
And you think that this might be
the explosive material Sophie had?
Evidence of mulesing on Lloyd Macklin's sheep station.
I think she may have thought so.
But you don't.
The images are distressing, but mulesing is not illegal.
At least it's not in Australia.
So not a motive for murder.
And not the breakthrough some thought it was.
[Lachie] Well, possibly.
There's a stash of documents
from Lloyd Macklin's company
and we're still sifting through them.
But this is the only thing of interest so far.
Erica was terrified.
She was sure that Sophie's murder
had something to do with that laptop.
She could be just trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
Was that a joke?
Not intentionally, no, I just...
Paea's right.
Erica could just be trying to divert attention.
We might know if we'd been able to question her.
All right.
[clears throat]
This is my sheepish face.
[laughing]
Keep digging just in case.
[indistinct chatter]
[Abigail] ...introduction to farming.
[Abigail chuckles]
Excuse me one minute.
Max.
I hear you've spoken to Erica.
She messaged me that you met.
I hope she was useful.
She's provided us with some information
and we're investigating its significance.
You'll keep me abreast of any developments.
Actually I've got some questions for you,
if you've got a moment.
Take as long as you'd like.
And then some.
We know that Greg Hardy's Sophie's biological father.
[grim music]
How?
He told us.
You should have.
Are you reprimanding me, Detective Sergeant?
It's a personal matter,
and it's not relevant.
With respect, Minister,
it's up to the police to determine what's relevant.
You're right, of course.
The thing is...
Simon doesn't know.
No one knew.
I only told Greg after Sophie's death.
If this were to get out, it could be extremely damaging.
Won't come from me.
Anything else we should be aware of?
No.
And if I think of anything,
I'll be sure to let you know.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I really ought to feign an interest in wool.
Where were we?
Hey.
The lab report from the stone fragment
in Sophie's head wound.
[Max] What did I miss?
While you were taking tea at the palace...
Cindy might have found something.
So, Macklin's business empire
is this complex web of offshore shell companies.
I'm not an expert,
but it looks like a classic effort to evade tax.
If Sophie were threatening to expose him...
Then you've got a motive for murder.
So each company has this raft of different directors,
but Marjorie Eleanor Abbott is the director
of all 22 companies within the Macklin empire.
[Max] If anyone knows where the bodies are buried,
it's Marjorie Abbott.
Where's Bossley Park?
A world away from here.
[engine shuts off]
Are you sure this is it?
It's not where you'd expect a criminal mastermind to live.
Not if they're the least bit successful.
[doorbell rings]
[woman] Just a minute.
[woman chuckles]
Oh, how may I help you?
Is this where Marjorie Abbott lives?
It is.
-You're Marjorie Abbott? -Well--
Detective Sergeants Meg Driscoll and Max Drummond.
I once had a cockatoo called Max.
[Marjorie laughs]
Swore like a trooper.
What was it he used to say? Um...
Could we come in for a minute, Mrs. Abbott?
Oh, please.
I so rarely have visitors.
[Marjorie chuckles]
[Max] Thank you.
"Fuck me sideways," that was it!
Would you like a cup of tea?
Oh, that'd be lovely.
Thank you.
I'll just put the kettle on
and then I'll just pop up to the little girls' room.
I won't be more than ten minutes.
[Meg] Would you like me to make the tea?
Oh, there's a pet.
Um, through there.
You don't think she's run out on us, do you?
Well, she can't have gone very far.
[plays piano]
What are you doing?
[plays piano]
You're here to question a suspect, not give a recital.
I'm just trying to impress you with my talents.
Oh! Oh, don't stop!
It's so lovely hearing that thing played again.
I can't anymore.
Now play some more.
Oh, sorry, that's all I can do.
Oh, nonsense, you just need some practice.
I think I've got the sheet music to that here somewhere.
There you are.
You can play while your colleague talks to me.
So, Mrs. Abbott.
[Marjorie] Sit up straight, Max.
That's it, yes.
[plays piano]
We want to ask you about your directorship
in various offshore companies.
I see. [chuckles]
Do you?
Actually, no, I've got no idea what you're talking about.
Can you confirm that this is your signature?
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
[Marjorie chuckles]
Don't ask me what it's all about.
[Marjorie chuckles]
Lloyd just brings me the papers and I sign them.
[piano playing stops]
Lloyd Macklin?
Yes.
Yes, he grew up in the house next door.
And you've kept in touch all these years?
He had a difficult childhood.
[soft music]
His father was not a very nice man.
Violent.
When he was a boy, he was often found around here.
But he's done very well for himself
and has been very good to me.
And occasionally he asks you to sign some documents for him.
Witness them, yes, witness them.
[Marjorie chuckles softly]
I would have lost this house if it wasn't for Lloyd.
He paid off my mortgage.
[dark music]
He's a very kind and generous man.
Well, one more time, Max.
And try to feel the notes this time, not just play them.
[plays piano]
Don't forget, sit up straight.
Well, bye now.
Oh! Oh, just a minute, just a minute.
Hm.
I hope she doesn't go into the loo again.
[Max] Lloyd Macklin.
Local boy made good.
Using lonely old ladies
as a front for his shell companies.
Max, Max, here.
You take these.
You show a lot of promise,
but you just need a little bit more confidence and practice.
[Marjorie chuckles]
Oh, Marjorie.
Are you sure?
Well, yes, you can give them back to me
the next time you come.
You will be coming again, won't you?
Yeah, of course.
Bye now.
-Bye. -Bye-bye.
[soft music]
[pan sizzling]
Mind out!
[pan sizzles]
Dammit, I'm gonna have to go to Brisbane next week,
which means I'm gonna miss the Boab Ball.
Oh, Hamish, I was looking forward to that.
Well, you can still go.
It's a double ticket.
Find a handbag.
[a la Lady Bracknell] "A handbag."
Oscar Wilde.
Oh, never mind.
Sure, yeah, what is it?
Someone to go to a party with.
[Hamish] Usually gay.
The Boab Ball.
Oh! Oh, it's the highlight of the social season.
Anyone who's anyone will be there.
It's a charity fundraiser Lloyd Macklin hosts.
Isn't his son the dead girl's boyfriend?
Gonna be a conflict of interest?
No.
Yeah, sounds like it could be fun.
You can cook tomorrow.
What's your speciality?
Hey, Julian.
-[Hamish] Yep. -Takeaway.
[Simon] I had the call from the coroner's office today.
They've released Sophie's body for burial.
I think we should take her home.
Lay her to rest.
I'd like that.
I'm not sure that I'm ready to go home.
Because of the damn trade deal.
No.
Because of Sophie.
I'm not sure I can leave
without knowing what happened to her.
[soft, sentimental music]
Darling.
We may never know the answer to that.
I want the truth just the same as you.
But I also want to bring our daughter home.
Let's leave it for tonight.
Try and have a nice dinner.
[Paea] And I'm in this outback dunny, right?
And I'm looking between my legs and there's a python there.
I almost shat myself.
[laughing]
[Meg] Well, you were in the right place.
[Cindy] Oh!
[Paea] Yeah, all right, you're not wrong.
[Lachie] Those pythons do pop up in strange places.
What's he doing here?
I told him we'd be here.
Why?
-Hey. -Hi!
-Hey, mate. -Hey, how's it going?
-How's it going? -Are you all okay for a drink?
Yeah, uh, one white wine and three of the usual,
plus whatever you're having.
Okay.
-[Paea] Cheers. -[Lachie] Thanks.
What'd you do that for?
It's team drinks.
Yeah, well, he's not part of the team, is he?
I'm sorry, um, uh, which--which white wine is it?
Sauv Blanc, please.
Sauvignon!
Ah, he got it, he got it, you're getting it.
[chuckling]
Hello, mate. Uh, four pints of the usual, whatever that is,
and a glass of Sauv Blanc, please.
Does this look like a hipster bar?
Sorry?
[bartender] We don't do pints.
Schooners, Nick.
Sorry about what I just said.
Oh.
I didn't hear you.
It's just the Erica thing really pissed me off.
I thought I was doing what was best for the investigation, but...
I'll try to remember that I'm part of a team.
All right?
Thank you.
Go on, you take them over.
I'll follow you in a sec.
Thank you, how much is that?
[sighs]
[laughing]
[sighs]
[door creaks open]
Sorry. Sorry.
I was trying to be quiet.
Without success.
You look hot.
Big night out, is it?
Oh, yeah, no, no, I was just, um, trying it on.
I might wear it to the Boab Ball.
Oh, hell yeah.
Oh, oh, sorry.
Sorry.
Inappropriate.
You seem relaxed.
I think I'm finally beginning to be accepted.
Got the blow-in smashed, did they?
[Max laughs]
[Max sighs]
[soft music]
I've gotta pee.
[Tori] Goodnight, Max.
Night.
[door creaks closed]
Jesus, Meg, you don't make my job easy.
I didn't know that was my job, sir.
-[cell phone vibrates] -Go on then.
Convince me.
The evidence Sophie had
about Lloyd Macklin's offshore accounts--
May have nothing to do with the murder. You gonna get that?
It provides a possible motive.
[DCI Newell] Tax isn't your thing.
Pass it to Fraud, let them have a look at it.
But, sir, they'll take forever.
Meg, with the likes of Lloyd Macklin,
you only get one shot.
I'm willing to take that responsibility, sir.
Find me evidence that links Macklin
to the theft of the laptop.
No evidence, no dice.
[Meg sighs]
Mrs. Moiseyenko, I'm Detective Sergeant Meg Driscoll.
-And this is Detective Serg-- -Oh, Max!
Good to see you.
-Hello, Dima, how's it going? -Good.
We need to ask you a few questions
about the break-in at Sophie and Erica's flat.
I love this country.
I help if I can.
Had the girls said whether they'd seen
anyone acting suspicious?
They went to beach, they no see no one.
When they come home, they tell me flat rob,
be careful.
-Okay. -[Dima] I told them I see guy.
You saw the thief?
There was guy down side building.
I think he was drug ealer.
-Oh. -Mm-hm.
What made you think that?
He whole time on phone.
Well, that could be any young person.
Mm.
Could you describe this man, Dima?
Well, he was young.
Twenty-five.
With cap, sunglasses.
He wear shorts.
Good legs.
What about his build?
Hair colour?
I think brown.
Oh, he tall.
Strong.
Do you think you'd recognize him if you saw him?
[Dima] Oh, he handsome.
Handsome drug dealer.
When I young, I love the bad boy.
Well, we've all made that mistake.
[laughs[ Hey, I like her.
[Dima laughs]
Might be worth canvassing the rest of the building.
We need that guy to make a link to Macklin.
-[cell phone rings] -Oh.
Abigail.
[knocking]
Max.
Oh, I didn't intend
to drag you both away from the investigation.
We were in the area following up an inquiry.
Anything to report?
Nothing substantive.
Well, we have some news.
We've decided to return to London.
[grim music]
We're taking Sophie home.
I'm sorry your visit here was under such tragic circumstances.
You have my number, Max.
I may no longer be here,
but I still want you to brief me on any developments.
I'll be sending updates to DCI Kilroy in London.
I'm sure that his office will provide you
with whatever assistance they can.
Mm-hm.
[Max] Actually, um,
[Max clears throat]
We could benefit from your assistance.
[Abigail] Tell me.
[indistinct chatter]
[DCI Newell] You two.
My office. Now.
I've just been yelled at by the Deputy Commissioner.
Seems Abigail Crawford's been onto his boss
complaining that we aren't doing all we can
to find her daughter's killer.
Where do you think she got that impression?
Now don't say a word.
We all know you'd be lying.
Thanks to your little ploy,
I've been ordered to leave no stone unturned.
Does that mean we can bring Lloyd Macklin in for questioning?
[DCI Newell] No.
You can have an informal chat with him.
On the Deputy Commissioner's head be it.
But you go to Macklin, and be discreet.
Make sure she looks that word up.
Now, both of you, piss off.
[coffee machine whirring]
Are you sure you don't want a coffee? It's very good.
No, thank you.
Don't drink on the job.
What was Sophie's role in your office?
Intern.
Which meant?
I paid her very little and she did bugger all.
It was a favor to her father.
She did filing mostly.
We were digitizing our records.
Were you aware that she stole a number of documents from you?
No.
What sort of documents?
Some graphic photos of mulesing.
[Lloyd] Ah, yeah. It's not very pretty.
We don't do that on our stations.
[Max] Really?
Because the date stamps on these photos are recent.
Right, not our stations. We sell to Europe.
They have different standards over there.
Higher?
So the tree huggers will tell you.
You've gotta pet the sheep before you kill them.
You can't give them any hormones. It's all bullshit.
It drives up the cost of production
doing nothing for the quality of the meat.
But them's the rules, so we follow 'em.
So if your operation is kosher--
Mm-mm.
Not kosher.
-Above board. -Mm.
Why was Sophie gathering evidence on it?
Well, you'd have to ask her that.
Poor taste.
[Meg] She also had this,
a breakdown of your business empire,
showing it to be a complex web of shell companies.
Hm.
Well, she was a busy little bee.
You don't seem very concerned.
Well, thre's nothing illegal in any of that.
Reads like a Dummy's Guide to tax evasion.
Careful, tax avoidance.
-[Meg] What's the difference? -About ten years in jail.
Look, I know you think you've got something here.
Yeah, a possible motive for murder.
A couple of photos of sheepwith bleeding arses
and an org chart.
Come on, Detective Sergeant, if I wanted to silence someone,
I wouldn't use violence.
I would set my lawyers on them.
[sinister music]
Where were you the night of Sophie's murder?
I was at a business function.
I got home shortly after midnight.
Sadly, alone.
So after midnight,
there's no one who can vouch for your whereabouts?
Can they vouch for you when you're home alone?
How the hell would he know that I live alone?
What do you mean?
You heard what he said.
Everyone's alone some time.
I think he's having me watched.
Don't say I'm being paranoid.
There was a car outside my flat last night.
Was that unusual?
There was someone in it, and he was there for hours.
It looked like he was watching my place.
Yeah, right, Meg, listen.
If somebody came to the police and reported that,
what would you think?
Hey.
I didn't say it.
[Meg sighs]
Come on in.
I have a flight to Perth I can't miss.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
You're leaving.
We're taking Sophie home.
It's what Simon wants.
Me too.
You still haven't told him.
Wish I had spent more time with her.
You know, maybe she might have confided in me
about whatever trouble she was in.
You weren't to know.
Sophie told me that I was her father.
When?
[Greg] A few weeks ago.
I tried to get her to travel abroad
while the election was on.
She didn't.
She could be incredibly stubborn.
We know where she gets that from.
[soft music]
Well, that could be from either parent.
If I'd known that she was mine
when she was born, I would have stayed.
I was in love with you.
That isn't true.
-I still am. -That you would have stayed.
And I wouldn't have followed you to Australia.
[Greg] Not just stubborn.
We were both ambitious.
I have a flight to catch.
And you have an election to win.
Look after that heart of yours.
And for the record...
I never stopped loving you.
[door closes]
Hey, what did the cops want?
Are you seriously walking mud in the house?
What did you do with Sophie's laptop?
I got rid of it like you told me to.
How come the cops have it?
[Oscar] What? They can't.
What's goin' on?
All that information Sophie stole,
the police now have.
How?
[grim music]
I may have lifted the wrong laptop.
But they all look alike.
Fortunately, the police don't seem
to know what it is they have,
but I need you to talk to your girlfriend,
find out what she knows.
She's not answering my calls.
Like I give a rat's ass!
Find her.
[sombre music]
You all right?
No.
I can't, I can't, I can't do it, I can't leave.
Take her back inside, take her back inside!
-Abigail! -I said I can't!
-I can't do it! -Ben, talk some sense into her.
I told you to take her back inside!
No, don't.
[microwave beeping]
[soft, suspenseful music]
[eerie music]
[phone dialling]
[Anna's voice] This is Anna. Leave a message.
[voicemail beeps]
Call her on mine.
You think she's dodging my call?
[Facetime ringing]
Oh, it's you.
Oh, sorry.
Does Tori know that you're using her phone?
She gave it to me.
What's going on, Anna?
[Anna] I just need space, Max, to think things through.
Are we breaking up?
No.
I don't know.
[sighs]
Max, you're not the easiest person to be married to.
Is this about kids?
Because we can talk about that.
We've talked about it. Not just that, it's everything.
It's your work. You're always so distracted.
I'm here now.
I'm listening.
Well, now's not a good time.
I have a staff meeting.
Now who's distracted by work?
[Anna] I've got to go.
Tell Tori if she does that again, I'll block her.
[sombre music]
What's going on?
Your friend Dima just phoned.
Guy who broke into the girls' unit
is there right now banging on their door.
[tyres squeal]
[tyres screech]
He gone!
Are you sure it was him, Dima?
A sexy bad boy I no forget.
Dima.
Are you all right?
He come back.
[footsteps]
Oscar Aruzzi.
That's the guy you saw break into the girls' unit?
I saw him.
I no see him break in.
[Oscar] Detectives.
You looking for Erica too?
As it happens, Oscar, we were looking for you.
You know the girls' unit was broken into.
I told you.
Kids they reckoned.
You were here the day it happened.
[Oscar] Erica's usually around mine.
Sometimes I come here.
Oh, maybe I see you before.
A couple times.
[soft, suspenseful music]
Every time I think we're getting somewhere.
What if it was Oscar that did the break-in?
At his own girlfriend's unit?
Why?
To get Sophie's laptop for Macklin.
Yeah, except he didn't.
Anyway, the stuff that's on the laptop, I mean...
Yeah.
All right, what about this?
Maybe Oscar's the source of the pills
that Sophie and Erica have been selling.
Maybe Erica owes Oscar money.
I mean, we know she stole from Sophie.
Maybe he took Erica's laptop as payment.
A lot of maybes in there.
And it would mean that the laptop
has nothing to do with Sophie's death.
[Lloyd] I wasn't expecting to see you.
Couldn't drag yourself away.
Uh, it wasn't my decision.
I'd have only ordered you back.
I need you to make sure the sure the sale
of Winston Station goes through.
I could've handled that remotely.
I don't pay you to phone it in.
I can't afford for this deal to go south.
And trust me, nor can you.
What does that mean?
I'm just saying it's in both our interests
to make sure this happens.
Well, I'm doing all I can.
[Lloyd] Do more.
[dark music]
Oh, that company structure that you set up for me,
I don't worry but the police have been sniffing around.
I've put them off the scent.
The structure is perfectly legal.
But the way in which I use it isn't.
Well, I'm not gonna tell anyone.
No, I know.
I mean, I have a feeling if they come looking for me,
they may just find you first.
Lloyd, is there something I've done to upset you?
Not yet.
Well, enough chit-chat.
You can piss off now.
I'm busy.
Mm.
Um...
Max.
Abigail.
Aren't you supposed to be somewhere over the equator?
We're not leaving.
I wanted to tell you in person.
And rather than summon you,
I thought I would come to you.
We'll leave you to it.
So how long you staying on?
How soon can you find Sophie's killer?
Well, no pressure then.
Max, I'm sorry if I've done anything
to make your relationship with your colleagues more difficult.
We're working it out.
Well, if there's anything more I can do.
Give me the number that Erica's using.
It looks like on that date something bounced back,
insufficient funds.
You'd think she'd still have plenty of Sophie's cash.
We need to find her.
Is this Erica?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
I'm meeting her in an hour.
What?
Abigail wouldn't give up her number,
but she did call her, persuaded her to meet me.
Same carpark as last time.
I think she's got a taste for the noir.
Same deal, I go alone.
Max, no.
Surely it's better than nothing.
I want you to wear a wire.
No.
She won't know you've got one on.
Yeah, but I would.
Listen, just let me talk to her, all right?
I know the questions to ask.
[soft, suspenseful music]
She's not convinced I'm a team player.
Thanks for doing this.
You've got five minutes.
Listen, Erica, I know we've spoken about this,
but I really think you should just--
[suspenseful music]
[tyres screech]
-Stay where you are. -Erica Payton.
I'm arresting you for the supply of a prohibited drug.
You bastard, you fucking pig!
Do you understand?
-Put her in there. -[Erica] Asshole!
[Paea] Come on.
What the fuck are you doing?
What you should have.
[dramatic music]