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[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]