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[reporter] The body
is believed to be that

of Sophie Chalcott,

the 19-year-old daughter

of the British Trade
and Industry Minister.

Your liaison.

-My what?
-Some cop from London.

Coming with the girl's mother.

[Abigail] I'd like you to meet

Detective Sergeant
Max Drummond from London.

Greg Hardy,
old friend of the family.

Oh, please,
I know who you are, sir.

Leader of the Opposition.

Obviously you've been told
that this is my first case.

Only now, by you.

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.

You're friends
with Tom's father?

Lloyd?

Um, I do some work for him.

I am so sorry for your loss.

She was a wonderful girl.

-Thank you.
-She was murdered, Dad.

I told you this
could become a problem.

I said I'd fix it.

Yesterday there was a transfer
out of her account for $20,000

to E. G. Payton.

Erica.

[wind howling]

[engine rumbling]

[phone dialling]

[Anna] This is Anna.
Leave a message.

[beep]

It's me.

I tried you last night,
but must've missed it.

Oh, I'm seeing Tori later.

I'll send her your love.

Text me if you want.

[sirens wailing]

[door opening]

I wish we'd got on better.

I always thought we'd have
the time to put it right.

She thought I put
my career first.

She was always more important.

But she always noticed when
I wasn't there, not when I was.

[sombre music playing]

As a father, you want
to protect your child,

make sure no harm comes to
them.

I failed her.

She couldn't have asked
for a better dad.

[Simon] Would you rather sit
away from the window?

There's no hiding
from a long lens.

One way or another,
they'll get their pic.

Let's at least hope
they show some sensitivity.

The paps?

Morning, Abigail, Simon.

How are you this morning?

You've seen
the papers, I assume.

I thought I'd spare myself.

What are they saying?

It's all supportive.

The PM is keeping you
off the front page.

God, what's he done now?

It's six years old.

Shows him smacking
his dog in a park.

There are calls
for his resignation.

For smacking
a dog six years ago?

Oh, there's more.

Come here, you stupid bitch.

[Ben] Claims he was
shouting at the dog,

but then his wife
walks into view.

His popularity has plummeted.

Wasn't high to begin with.

Well, the Telegraph says
it's time for him to go.

I'm told the Foreign Secretary

is quietly counting numbers.

I missed a call
from him this morning.

I thought he was ringing
to offer his condolences.

-[Ben] I'm sure he was. -Before
asking for your support.

I think it's best you remain

above the fray for now.

Just make up an excuse
for not getting involved.

Well, I do have a valid one.

Yes. So sorry.

Max.

Detective Sergeant Meg
Driscoll.

We met yesterday.

We're not likely to forget.

No, of course not.

I just wanted to brief
you on the investigation.

The hotel
have offered us a quiet room.

You're happy for Mr... Barber
to be present for this?

I want him to be.

It's just that family briefings
are usually reserved for
family.

Right.

Well, we've ascertained
that the deceased...

Sorry. Sophie.

I'll start that again.

We've ascertained
that Sophie was last seen

at 11:12 on Friday night.

The following morning,

her flatmate, Erica Payton,
reported her missing...

Hang on, hang on,
so you're saying

the last sighting of her
was just after 11:00.

Don't you have cameras
all over Sydney?

Yes, and we're still checking
those in the vicinity,

but so far without success.

She was filmed leaving
a bar in the city center,

and then she just disappeared.

We think that
she might've hailed a taxi.

Have you checked
with the cab companies?

Of course,

and the ride-share services,

but no one picked her up.

Well, it is possible
that she paid a cabbie cash,

and he just did it
off the books.

We're trying
to build up a picture

of Sophie's life here in
Sydney.

It would help if you could
tell us what you knew of it.

She was 19.

She didn't share much with me.

And I knew better than to ask.

You saw her.

Yeah, a few times.

When I was
down here on business,

I would go out
to dinner with her.

I looked forward to it,

and I'd always give
her a bit of cash.

She liked that, of course.

You always were a soft touch.

[Meg] So you don't think
she had much money then?

Well, she had her job
with Lloyd, Tom's father.

[Abigail]
That won't have paid much.

I doubt her income
covered her spending.

She seemed to go out a lot.

Do you know if she was
a heavy user of drugs?

It's, it's just that
the, the toxicology report

revealed MDMA in her system.

She was young.

She liked to party.
She wasn't an addict.

I wasn't suggesting
that she was.

[Max clearing throat]

Did you ever visit
her flat, Mr. Chalcott?

Just the once.

[Meg] Did you meet
her flatmate Erica?

Yes. She was nice.

You liked her, didn't you?

I only spoke
to her once, over Zoom.

And her and Sophie got on?

[Simon] They seemed to.

They spent enough time
together.

So no issues then?

Erica was the last person
to see Sophie alive.

Is that the reason
you're interested in her?

It seems pretty thin to me.

No, we're exploring
a number of lines of inquiry.

As far as I can tell,
you're getting nowhere.

I understand this is
your first investigation,

Detective Sergeant.

[solemn music playing]

As lead detective, yes,

but I have worked in Homicide
for more than two years.

It's not unusual for the police
to have no firm leads

this early in an investigation.

The efforts of D.S. Driscoll
and her colleagues

have uncovered a line of
inquiry which may be
encouraging,

but it would be
inappropriate for us

to reveal any further details
at this time.

For operational reasons.

Isn't that the jargon?

Does D.S. Drummond
have all the information

you're prepared
to share with us?

Yes, he does.

Then perhaps it would be
a better use of resources

if you resume your
investigation

and Max stays here
to answer our questions.

I'll see you later.

The fragment of stone found
in the gash on Sophie's head?

We're still waiting
on the lab report.

Right, can you guys
chase that up for me, please?

-Yeah, sure.
-Cool.

Fuck you.

Fuck you for telling Sophie's
mum I'm not up for the job.

I never told her that.

No wonder
she never gave me a chance.

-You didn't want her to!
-It's not like that.

Being all buddy-buddy?

-You wanna be her go-to boy?
-That's not true!

Sideline me so that you're
her only point of contact?

Stop. Stop.

I had to step in
to save your ass.

Asking if her daughter
was a drug addict!

I never said that!

It's what she heard, Meg.

Look, maybe if you had
an ounce of sensitivity...

Handing out advice now, are
you?

-Well, fuck you very much.
-Meg!

My office. Now!

D.S. Drummond,
if you'd care to join us.

Not greatly.

He told Abigail Crawford this
is my first case as lead
detective.

-No, I didn't.
-I did. Indirectly.

She asked for your CV.

Understandable, really.

She wanted reassurance
you were competent.

I told her I have
every faith in your ability.

And for what it's worth,
I told her the same thing.

[Newell] None of us like this,
but we're stuck in it,

and you two
are stuck with each other.

Meg, you will treat
D.S. Drummond

like he's
a valued member of the team...

[Max scoffs]

...which of course he is.

And for your part,
D.S. Drummond,

I'm sure you wouldn't want
to do anything to undermine

your colleague's authority
as lead.

Your egos don't matter.

This investigation does.

So we're gonna learn
to play nice.

Aren't we?

That's the spirit.

Right.

Where are we with tracking down
Erica Payton?

Nowhere, boss.

We've checked
international flights,

flights and ferries to Tassie.

Her parents haven't heard from
her, nor has her boyfriend.

She hasn't used her credit
card,

and her mobile phone is off.

Well, she can't stay
off the grid for long.

$20,000 will buy you some time.

[soft music playing]

It might help if Sophie's
parents were to make

an appeal for more information,
could encourage someone

to come forward,
fill in her missing hours.

Can't harm to ask.

Then I'm sure
you'll be happy to?

Yes, sir.

[traffic whirring]

[upbeat music playing]

[gasps]

-Hello!
-Oh my God, it's been forever!

-Eighteen months.
-I was just reading about you.

Well, your case.

I don't suppose
you can talk about it, can you?

It's all I talk about,
but, uh, no, I'm sorry.

You're looking well.

Those aren't prescription then.

Hi, um, a BLT

and an energizer juice, please.

I'll have what she's having.

Clearly not a film buff.

-So how are you doing?
-Okay, yeah, all right.

Almost over the jet lag.

Anna told me
about the separation.

The... Oh, well, um,
I wouldn't call it that.

Oh, she did.

Well, not in so many words.

More, actually.
You know how she goes on.

I suppose all marriages
have their ups and downs.

She described it as a trial.

-Our marriage?
-Your separation.

She said something about
a breakdown in communication.

Oh, right.

Well, yeah, yeah, there must
be,

because this is all news to me.

How's your hotel?

Grim.
[laughs]

I've got water
leaking out my fridge.

-You have a fridge?
-Well, there's nothing in it.

There was a cockroach,

but I think
he checked out in disgust.

Come and stay with us.

No! No, no, no, no!

I, I wasn't fishing.

No, I know you weren't.

I'd like you to.

Be nice having someone around.

What about Hamish?

No, he's my husband,
he doesn't count.

No, I mean, won't he mind?

-It might be for a few weeks.
-All the more reason.

Besides, he's always at work.

He may not even notice
you're there.

If you're sure...

Oh, the boys will love it!

They don't remember their
uncle. They're keen to meet
you.

That's just because
they want presents.

They're nine and seven.

Might need
a bit more help than that.

[Tori] Move in this evening.

It's an easy commute,
a ferry across the harbor.

Mm, beats the Tube.

[Tori] Hands down.

I wish you'd reconsider.

If you get too emotional, the
press will have a field day.

Not emotional enough,
same thing.

There's just no upside
to this that I can see.

Helping the police find out
what happened to Sophie?

Thank you
for agreeing to do this.

Chief Inspector Newell
will introduce you,

then you'll make your appeal.

You're happy to take questions?

-No.
-Yes.

Yes.

Then, if you're ready...

Max, would you stay
in my eyeline?

-I think it'd help me.
-Yeah, of course.

[cameras clicking]

[chattering]

When did you last see
your daughter?

Um, you more recently than me.

Yes.

Um, about two weeks ago.

I was here on business,

and I took Sophie
out for dinner.

She was so happy.

Living near the beach in Manly,

she'd made
all these wonderful friends.

She was in love.

She had so much life
left in front of her.

[sobbing]

I last saw her

a month ago in Singapore.

She'd flown up to surprise me.

She knew how happy
it would make me.

We wound up... in my room...

raiding the minibar
and ordering in.

She, uh...

She saw buffalo wings
on the menu,

and she'd never heard of them,

wondered how buffaloes
could have wings.

So that's what we ate.

[soft chuckling from press]

And then, um, we just talked...

about nothing.

Just a mum and her daughter

catching up
after too long apart.

[sombre music playing]

[sniffling]

Of course, I had no idea that
I wouldn't see her again, so...

There is something
I'd like to say, and...

I would like to address this

directly to Sophie's friends
here in Sydney.

If any of you feel
like you have information

that could help the police

that you haven't
yet shared with them,

please come forward.

Whether you only knew
Sophie in passing...

Lloyd, do you want me to...

...or you were
her closest friend...

for our sake,

please get in touch.

Thank you.

[man] Quick question
from the Gazette...

[Newell] Please direct
any further questions...

[television turns off]

[phone dialling]

Were you watching it?

What?

[Lloyd] I need you
at home tonight with Oscar.

-I can't tonight.
-[Lloyd] Seven o'clock!

Don't be late.

[car rumbling]

[birds chirping]

What do you say, boys?

-Thank you, Uncle Max.
-Thank you, Uncle Max.

Maybe just "Max."

[boy] Can I play with it now?

Okay, but later you do
20 minutes practice, all right?

A big hit.

Well, we know
who takes the credit for that.

I'll show you your room.

[smacking loudly]

[breathing heavily]

You hit hard.

For a chick?

For anyone your size.

You're new here.

What's your name?

Hamid.

Well, Hamid, I'm sure
I'll be getting to know you.

You being a mate of Benny's.

[laughing]

You're a cop?

[Anna] This is Anna.
Leave a message.

[beep]

Hi, it's me.

I'm staying
with Tori and Hamish.

[solemn music playing]

Look, um,

I'm gonna give you some space.

When you're ready
to talk, just call me.

I love you.

...for our sake,

please,

please get in touch.

Is this something
we need to be worried about?

No. No.

Don't shit a shitter, boys.

If there's anything
you haven't told me...

No, there isn't. We're sweet.

What about Erica?

This appeal
is clearly aimed at her.

She's gone to ground.

I can't even get a hold of her.

[Lloyd] Maybe tell
the police that.

You know, show some concern,

being her boyfriend and all.

[door opens]

Hi, um, I was here the other
day

about Sophie Chalcott.

Um, I've got more to say.

I saw Sophie's mum on TV.

It was so sad, and I was
like,

"Maybe I should tell you."

There were drugs
on the party boat.

I wasn't doing any,
but my friends were.

They got them
from Sophie and Erica.

You're saying Sophie
and Erica were dealing drugs?

Not dealing, no,

but like, selling them.

Everyone knew
if you wanted drugs,

you went to Sophie or Erica.

But like, not me, I didn't.

You be safe, eh?

Take care of yourself.

-Oscar, hi!
-Hey, Oscar.

Hi.

[door opening]

Just in here, mate.

Take a seat, thanks, Oscar.

Mind if I record this, mate?

-Uh, yeah.
-[beeping]

I don't have anything new.

I just haven't heard from
Erica,

and I'm really
beginning to worry.

[Meg] We've had a good response
to Sophie's parents' appeal.

One thing it's thrown up
is the suggestion

that Erica and Sophie
were dealing drugs.

What? No! God no.

You never saw them
selling drugs to their friends?

No.

Okay, maybe a few pills,

but they weren't drug dealers.

Where'd they get them from?

-I don't know.
-Really?

I just came here to see
if you've heard from her.

I'm worried.

Did they ever sell you drugs?

[Oscar] Erica works
a bar in Manly.

I think there's a guy there
that she gets them from.

Okay, 'cause a moment ago,

you said you didn't know.

[Paea] Does this guy
have a name?

Yeah, he must have.
I don't know it.

-Description?
-[Oscar] I never met him.

I just know
he gives her a few pills

to give to her friends,
you know, like, not a lot,

not an indictable amount.

You know what
an indictable amount is?

What can you tell us about
the break-in at Erica's unit?

Um, me? Nothing.

But clearly you know about it.

Erica did say something.

Kids, she thought.

They didn't think
to report it to the police?

I don't think
they saw the point.

There wasn't much taken.

Sophie thought she might've
even left the door unlocked.

How'd you get
those scratches on your hand?

Uh, gardening.

Seem pretty sure about that.

Didn't even have to think.

Well, yeah, it's my job.

I'm a gardener.

Great.

Well, if we have
any news about Erica,

we'll let you know,
and if you hear from her,

you tell her
to give us a call, yeah?

[soft music playing]

Sure.

[Meg] Do you think Oscar...

Supplied the drugs to the
girls?

He knows more about that
break-in than he's letting on.

That could be
related to the drugs.

Oh, but is it related
to Sophie's murder?

Sarge?

I've tracked the 20K
from Sophie's account.

Let me guess, a number of small
cash deposits?

A single check,

paid last month from a firm

called Think Big Unlimited.

[Meg] Who the hell are they?

[Cindy] Their directors
are Justin and Mary Makepeace.

Makepeace?

I know that name.

He's the Chief of Staff to
the leader of the Labour Party.

No, bugger 'em.
Six is my last offer.

Well, it's not,
but tell them that.

They might blink.

Sorry, gotta go.

Simon!

Come in. Good to see you.

Geri, coffees, please.

Thanks, Geri.

I wanted to bring
you up to speed

on the sale of Winston Station.

Simon, bugger that.

In the greater scheme of
things,

couldn't be less important.

Well, the South Americans

have upped their bid

by $15 million.

Fifteen million?

Contingent on market
projections, of course, but...

You know, I don't even know
if this is appropriate.

I have no idea how you
and Abigail are even coping,

but...

if you two need
a break from room service,

I would love to invite you
to my place for a barbie.

That'd be great.

I'd really appreciate
that, Lloyd.

Abigail would too.

I guess if you're
feeling up to it,

we could review where we're at
with Winston Station.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Greg Hardy's office.

[overlapping chatter]

D.S. Driscoll, D.S. Drummond,
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

No, thank you
for seeing us at no notice.

Well, you made it
sound important.

It is.

Why do you spell
"Labour" without a "U"?

-What?
-No, just...

You spell "Labour"
the American way.

Is that what
you wanted to see me about?

Let's go to my office.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Hardy.

D.S. Max Drummond from London.

We met at the airport.

With Abigail, yes.

What brings you here?

Oh, just a few questions
for your Chief of Staff.

Oh, is that something
I should sit in on?

Well, it was nice
meeting you again.

And you.

[solemn music playing]

[door creaking closed]

Uh, it was for research.

Research?

What into?

How to get our message
across to young people.

They're known for being, uh,

disenchanted with politics.

Don't you have companies
to do that for you?

We thought
that Sophie would provide

a fresh perspective, um,

as a member of that demographic

but also as an outsider.

Can we see it, this research?

Sure, sure.

Yeah, um, it might take me
a little while to find it.

[door opening]

Everything all right, Justin?

Yes, um, Greg,

it's nothing you need
to concern yourself with.

We were just asking
a few questions

about Sophie Chalcott.

If Sophie did this work
for the party,

why was she paid
by a consulting firm?

That might be an issue

for the Australian
Electoral Commission.

-What's this about?
-It's nothing, Greg, really.

Mr. Makepeace
paid Sophie Chalcott

$20,000 shortly before she
died.

He said it was for research.

Sophie Chalcott was my
daughter.

Or so she'd
recently revealed to me.

I'd had no idea.

It was a revelation

that, should that come out
during an electoral campaign,

could be
a serious embarrassment.

Family values politician
caught cheating on his wife?

Even if it were 20 years ago.

What about the money?

It was for her
to piss off abroad

until after the election,

except the little bitch didn't.

[soft, tense music playing]

Where were you on the night
that Sophie Chalcott died,

Mr. Makepeace?

Uh, you can't think that
I had anything to do with this?

Remind me of the date.

The 28th.

[Makepeace groans,
clears throat]

Okay, you had dinner

with the Sino-Australian
Friendship Alliance...

You weren't there.

I don't like Chinese food.

Uh, I stayed at the office

and, and, and worked late.

Um, if I remember,

I left around midnight.

Can anyone verify that?

Uh, no, I was,
I was working by myself.

Still, there's bound to be
security footage we could
check.

Uh, no.

Uh, hang on, sorry,

I'm getting my,
my days mixed up.

It's the 28th.

Um, yeah,

um, I left around seven

and, uh, and went home.

Um, I don't often get a chance

to put the kids to bed.

So your wife should be able to
vouch for you.

Shit.

Shit.
[laughs nervously]

I was, uh...

meeting someone.

Can she provide you
with an alibi?

It's a he.

-You know?
-[Greg] No.

But there's been gossip.

Justin, I don't care.

No. My wife would.

She doesn't need to know
about any of this, does she?

That's not our concern, sir.

But we do need
to speak with this man.

He's married too.

[Meg] We'll go
to his place of work.

That would be even worse.

He's, uh, he's a teacher
at a Christian school.

Yeah, but in Australia,

you can't be fired
for being gay, can you?

No, but religious schools
can dismiss teachers

if their behavior isn't
in keeping with their faith.

Oh, so like, if you're gay?

Right.

We can do this in a way
that no one will know.

But you do need
to give us his name.

[sizzling]

It's nice and fired.

When Simon said you'd invited
us for a meal, Lloyd,

I assumed you'd have it
catered.

After you've tasted this,
you might wish I had.

No.

You clearly know one end
of a sausage from another.

[Lloyd] Well, here,
we call them snags,

and the, uh, beef
comes from my cattle,

and the lamb from my sheep.

It's the station
I'm selling for Lloyd.

Yeah, all things going well.

You might have a bigger hand
in that than Simon.

-Me?
-[Lloyd] Hmm.

The trade deal you negotiated.

It's a big opportunity
for Aussie farmers,

or it could be,

if you drop your demand

that British standards
of food production

become the norm.

You mean lower our standards

to your level,

allowing meat
pumped full of hormones?

British consumers expect
better.

[Lloyd] Tell me,
is that cooked enough?

It's delicious.

Can't taste the hormones
coursing through it?

Well, let's eat.

Start with a sausage each,
lamb.

So how close are we to a deal?

Close, but this issue divides
us

and, at the moment,

neither side will budge.

Surely the Brits
won't jeopardise

the whole deal because of this.

It would be madness.

I'll bear
that assessment in mind.

[Lloyd groans]
Enough shop talk.

You're here to relax.

So, please.

[birds chirping]

To be honest,

work is a welcome distraction.

I'm not wishing to pry,

but I can't help wondering if
the police made any progress.

The police have set their
sights on Sophie's flatmate,
Erica.

Do you know her at all?

Oh, I've met her, I'm not keen.

Son, you joining us?

No, I gotta go meet Oz.

Yeah, uh, we were just talking
about Oscar's girlfriend.

The police seem to be taking
an interest in her.

Any idea why?

Well, she has disappeared.

Oscar reckons
she got mixed up in drugs.

But he's told the police
everything he knows.

Okay.

All right.

[soft music playing]

Is he all right?

He's, uh, taking
the whole thing very badly.

Do you think drugs had
something to do with Sophie's
death?

Well, there's gotta be a reason
they're looking at Erica.

Come on.

Let's eat, eh?

[video game beeping]

[toy dinosaur roaring]

Darling, don't do that.

[video game beeping]

[beeping stops]

Look, if you practice now,

you can show Daddy
when he comes home.

[boy] I don't want to.

Would you like to show me?

I used to play the piano.

-Did you?
-Yeah.

Until I discovered girls,
and then I gave it up,

which is a big mistake

because girls love a musician.

Could I have a go?

[gentle piano music]

[music stops]

There you go.

That was my party piece.

Hmm, what are you learning?

Oh yeah! All right.

Well, tell you what,

why don't you have a go,

and then, maybe,

you can teach me.

Okay.

[birds chirping]

[mellow piano music]

Thank you.

[piano music continues]

[music ends]

The PM's woes have deepened.

Turns out the dog he shouted
at,

its name was Stanley.

So?

So why would he call
Stanley a "stupid bitch?"

He says she was named
after the village

in County Durham
his family comes from.

The press aren't buying it.

I can't believe this
is what's dominating the news.

It's not.

A Kardashian has done
something,

I don't know what.

But, uh, Stanleygate

has Westminster enthralled.

The Foreign Secretary
must be happy.

Well, you'd think so,
wouldn't you?

But, uh...

his ascension no longer seems

a foregone conclusion.

Another name is being spoken
of.

Who?

[soft music playing]

[Ben] I know you had
no ulterior motive,

but you can't blame them.

I mean, you were magnificent.

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.

[Max] "What head
of detectives did smelled off."

Six letters.

[Meg] I still like
Erica for this.

It might begin with a "D."

Did you hear me?

Yeah, you fancy Erica
for Sophie's murder.

Yeah, some sort of fallout.

Maybe drugs related?

-[Max] Rancid.
-What?

Well, "what head
of detectives did,"

right, that's "Ran CID,"

"smelled off..."

Rancid.

Why else would she flee?

You draw a long bow.

Is that a clue?

Hey? No.

I'm just saying
that you jump to conclusions.

Then you don't agree?

I just believe
in keeping an open mind.

Everyone's under suspicion
until they've been ruled out.

Bet your colleagues love you.

[scoffs]

Why do you think I'm here?

I don't know.

Why are you here?

I mean, why you?

Well, okay, so,

we wanted this guy for murder.

He was a drug dealer,
and so was his victim.

You know, right?

So we raided his place,

and we found absolutely
nothing.

It was totally clean,

apart from a load of coke
that my colleague found

in a toilet cistern
that I'd already checked.

What, you missed it?

[Max] You might say that
the end justifies the means.

My boss certainly would,
but I just don't agree.

That's why I've been
transported to the colonies.

Because you have integrity.

I'll take that as a compliment.

[Meg] Don't.

It's the minimum
I'd expect of a cop.

Anyway, enough about me.

Tell me about you.

I don't know a thing.

Are you single, divorced, gay?

We should go.

You haven't answered
my question.

Do you remember our cover
story?

[Max] Of course I do...

darling.

[car door opens]

[car dinging]

[car beeps]

[woman] Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!

Sarah Skillman,
Director of Admissions.

And your child is...

-Uh, Tristram.
-Tristan.

Tristram.

Tristan's a, a pet name.

[birds chirping]

Well, let's give you the tour.

You said you'd arrange for us

to meet with the Head
of Computer Science.

Maybe we could do that first.

Uh, yes.

He should be free now.

Just this way.

Don't fucking look at me.

[man] Please, take a seat.

I think you'll find
that our computing program

is second to none.

[groans]

Please, don't let us keep you.

I'm sure you have a lot to do.

My time is yours.

As well as the facilities
you see here,

our Years 5 and 6 students are
issued with their own iPads.

Actually,
I don't feel very well.

Those prawns we had last night.

Is there somewhere
that I could... throw up?

Oh. This way.

Good heavens, I hope
she's gonna be all right.

Oh, she'll be fine.

Uh, right, sir,
don't be alarmed,

but we're detectives
here to speak to you

about your relationship
with Justin Makepeace.

Who?

The man you meet for sex.

Oh, dear God.

[sighs]

When did you last see him?

Uh, um...

about a week ago.

The Friday.

-The 28th?
-Yeah.

All good?

Yeah, uh, thank you.

We won't take up
any more of your time.

What was that all about?

I don't know, he just made
his excuses and left.

I think he knew
they couldn't afford it.

I mean, did you see her
clothes?

Yeah.
[chuckles]

[gentle music playing]

-[frogs croaking]
-[water lapping]

[dishes clinking gently]

[Tori] Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, fine. Okay, bye.

Bye.

Hamish has had to fly
to Melbourne for a meeting.

Does he go away for work a lot?

Every opportunity,
I sometimes think.

I'm ready for my story.

Daddy won't be home tonight.

I'll read you a bedtime story.

Can Max?

Sure!

Yes!

You're the father
they've never had.

It's easy
when you're their uncle.

Why don't you want children?

Whoa!

Who says I don't?

Well, Anna, obviously.

I never said that.

So you do?

[sighs]

If I do something,
I have to do it well,

and I'm just not sure
I could be a good father.

When I'm on a case,
I give it 100 percent.

It sort of takes me over,

and Anna knows that.

[soft music playing]

And if I had kids,

I wouldn't want to be
distracted

or absent, and I would be.

I couldn't promise
to be at the football match

or speech day.

Or even birth.

I'd hate to be that dad.

The fact you're
thinking about it

means you'd make
a better dad than some.

The Prime Minister
has developed a reputation

for saying one thing one day
then claiming it meant...

Please, Simon, turn that off.

[reporter] ...Stanleygate
is being seen

as just the latest example.

For the moment...

Some reporters
tracked down Stanley's vet

who confirms
that she was indeed a bitch.

PM's off the hook then.

Pundits are saying the damage
has already been done.

Ben tells me that...

if the PM does go,

I may be one of the contenders
to replace him.

It's not your fault this has
presented you an opportunity.

Yes, but should I be prepared

to capitalise on it?

And the truth is...

I am.

Eager, even.

That's terrible, isn't it?

Our goal
has always been Number 10.

Perhaps some good
will yet come out of all this.

[footsteps departing]

[phone ringing]

[soft music playing]

[Abigail] Hello?

Who is this?

[Anna] This is Anna.
Leave a message.

[beep]

Hey.

Listen,

I know I said I wouldn't call,

but I lied, all right?

Please call me.

[sighs]

[phone chiming]

[dramatic music playing]