All language subtitles for North.Shore.2023.S01E06.WEBRip.x264_HI.en

[Tori] I'll miss you.

I've liked having you around.

Well, I've enjoyed being here.

[soft music playing]

Has the share price moved?

The Australian market
opens in an hour.

Don't get greedy.

I do know what I'm doing.

If that were the case,

I wouldn't
have to bail you out would I?

My Australian counterpart
and I have today agreed terms

on a trade deal

that will be of enormous
benefit

to both our countries.

The fuck is she playing at?

We're gonna come up
with a story right now

that neither of you two
will deviate from

in the slightest detail.

Lloyd's got one concern
beyond himself, and that's Tom.

Sell you down the river
if the price was right.

You're saying you and Tom

didn't dump Sophie's body
in the harbour?

That must've been Lloyd.

[dark music playing]

[water bubbling]

Caspar! Freddie! In here now!

Yeah, yup. No, no, no,
that's exactly what I told him.

Dishwasher!

[birdsong]

Yeah, well, that sounds good.

Okay.

-[Hamish sighs]
-[door opens]

Yeah, sure.

Okay, Daddy's ready,
so get your stuff!

I'm in a hurry, you're gonna
have to take them, I'm sorry.

-You always do this!
-Thank you so much.

[kisses]

Boys! Have a good day!

-Hey, Max.
-Hello, mate.

[keys jingling]

It's me.

[Meg] I was about to call
you.

Oh yeah? Why?

[Meg] Lloyd needs
to be held to account,

but he'll just deny it all,

and then it's his word
against Oscar's,

and who are people gonna
believe?

A billionaire or a drug dealer?

Why were you calling me?

'Cause I was thinking the same
thing.

And I've had an idea

how we can stack the odds
a bit more in our favour.

Oh, sorry, hang on a sec.

Mm.

[softly] I've gotta go.

-See you later.
-[Meg] Max!

[Max] How soon can you be in
work?

The Guardian says you've put
food standards back a decade.

Yes, I'll hold.

The Telegraph says
you're finally prioritizing

the interests of industry.

Yes, I get the idea, Ben.

I'm the darling of the right.

My own side thinks I'm a
traitor.

Yeah, that's about the size of
it.

Yes, I'm still here.

Okay, everyone,
you've all seen the media.

They're killing us
on trade now, okay?

We need to shift the agenda.

-I want you to...
-Abigail Crawford, again.

All right, here's an idea,

find someone who lost their
house

'cause they couldn't make
payments.

Ideas like that, let's go!

Abigail, I'm a little busy

putting out the fires you
started.

Look, I just want
the chance to explain.

You played me, Abigail,
right from the fucking start.

Greg, please.

It's not like that.

Six o'clock, your hotel.

[tense music playing]

[laughter]

[laughter]

Uh, thanks for coming, bro.

I wasn't sure you would.

[chatter]

I don't know why I have.

To find out why you've betrayed
us.

I would never do that
to you, bro, you know that.

Then why get your own lawyer
and go to the police?

Mate, I would trust you with my
life,

but your dad?

Does he know you're meeting me?

Shit, no.

You're dead to him.

What have you told the police?

The truth, that it was your dad
who moved Sophie's body.

So to save yourself,
you've dobbed me in, huh?

I told you, I wouldn't betray
you.

Did you tell them I hit her?

Mate, don't say that.

It was an accident.

You lashed out.

Sophie just got in the way.

[Tom] I was angry at you,
but...

I hated her.

I meant to hit her.

It was an accident.

Can we agree on that?

Why? What does it matter?

I went to the police to clear
me, not to get you in trouble.

I won't be in any trouble.

Dad says I have nothing to
fear.

He has evidence that proves
that I didn't kill her.

-[Oscar] What evidence?
-[Tom] I don't know.

He just said he has a trump
card

and he'll play it if he needs
to.

I gotta get back to work.

You're thinking
manslaughter, aren't you?

He admits hitting her,

with intent.

Good work, Oscar.

Fuck you.

[slams]

And you.

[siren wailing]

[Max] How could Lloyd be sure
Tom didn't kill Sophie?

Because she was still
alive when he got there?

You think Lloyd killed her?
Sorry.

He could have,

and Oscar's admitted
that he stole the laptop

on Lloyd's orders, so,

Lloyd knew Sophie had dirt on
him.

He just didn't know what.

Yeah, but...

at the time of Sophie's death,

Lloyd didn't know Oscar
had got the wrong laptop.

He thought that problem was
fixed.

Insurance?

In case Sophie had a backup?

Maybe... Sophie was still alive
when the boys left

but dead by the time Lloyd got
there?

Yeah, but how would he know?

The security cameras.

Do you think
he still has the footage?

-He has to.
-[Meg] But why?

If it shows him dumping
her body in the harbour...

It's like you said, insurance.

Lloyd hopes that
he'll never have to use it,

but in the worst-case scenario,

if Tom is convicted
of killing Sophie...

You think Lloyd would give
himself up to save his son?

Well, you would, for Louie.

[Meg sighs]

If that footage exists...

Oh, it exists, all right.

[knocking]

[grim music playing]

[door opening]

[door closing]

Ben's joining Simon in the bar.

Perhaps Justin
would like to tag along.

No, I think he should stay
to take a note of this meeting.

[Abigail] Oh. I thought this
was just an informal chat.

Um, should I stay or...

Tell Simon you'll be down in a
bit.

[Abigail clears throat]

I realise my accommodation
on the trade deal

must have come
as something of a surprise.

You handed the government a big
win,

right when I had them on the
ropes.

It was necessary

for domestic political
purposes.

Really?

Chatham House Rules?

Cone of Silence.

The deal is less than we hoped
for,

but the PM can still
present it as a triumph.

A benefit of Brexit.

Bullshit, of course,
but it buys him some time.

Why would you help him?

His job's yours for the taking.

Not all politicians
are quite so Machiavellian.

No, but you are.

I know you, remember.

[soft music playing]

[sighs]

Sophie's death is still raw.

I'm not ready for the
leadership.

I've decided to give
the PM my backing,

and in return, he's promised
to make me Foreign Secretary.

[laughs softly]

Which bolsters
your leadership credentials.

I always knew you'd be
Prime Minister one day.

[light music playing]

[keyboard keys clacking]

Are you working?

Emailing Anna.

I'm gonna move out
when I get back home.

A mate said I could have
his spare room, so...

[button clicks]

[Max exhales and sighs]

[gentle music playing]

I'm going to miss you.

Yeah.

Are we just going to stare
into each other's eyes?

[both chuckle]

Well...

I would like to kiss you.

But you're my sister-in-law,

you're married,

you have two kids,

my nephews...

I'm glad we did that.

Yeah.

Those nephews,

they asked whether you'd tell
them a bedtime story.

Sure!

[laughing softly]

[music fading]

[bird squawking]

I can't be arsed to read this,

so why don't you just
tell me what it's about?

It's a warrant,

allowing us to search
your office and home

for evidence relating
to the suspected murder

of Sophie Chalcott.

You think I had something
to do with Sophie's death?

We know you did.

Okay, bring that in, let's go.

My work here is done.

Meaning?

Flat white.

The sale of Lloyd's
sheep station has gone through,

thanks to the trade deal.

Tidy little bonus coming my
way.

He's invited us to lunch
tomorrow to celebrate.

You'd have made even more if
you'd kept your share options

in Lloyd's company.

I imagine they've risen in
value.

Considerably.

But I have a slight confession
to make there.

I never sold out my position.

[tense music playing]

I know, I know.

But it's just as well I didn't.

I would've been behind.

As it is, I'm rolling in it.

You have had a good day.

On today's exchange rate,
about four mil.

I kissed my sister-in-law last
night.

No shit!

-Did she want you to?
-Uh, yes!

She started it.

Oh my God!

Did you shag?

-No.
-But you're going to.

-I'll be going home soon.
-Oh, you've got to!

I mean, talk about
unfinished business.

The raids were a bust, I hear.

Uh, they're continuing,

but as yet have not produced
the incriminating evidence

that we were hoping for.

In other words, a bust.

I'm sure Macklin's got that
footage.

I'm not.

He didn't seem worried we'd
find it.

Doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Well, if it does, it's hidden
well.

Safe deposit box?

We looked through them all.
Nothing.

We need to think outside the
box.

Wasn't meant to be a pun.

Good.

[crickets chirping]

[phone chimes]

[tapping on phone]

We need to talk.

Mm-hmm.

[phone chimes]

It's important.

Yeah, so is this.

Okay.

You have my full attention.

I want a divorce.

Because I was sending a text
message?

That and a thousand other
reasons.

[phone chimes]

Get it.

Makes no difference either way.
I still want a divorce.

[sombre music playing]

-[smashing]
-Tori! What the f...

[Tori sniffles]

Are you mad?

[Tori] I'm, I'm bored, Hamish.

You bore me!

And the prospect
of being bored by you

the rest of my life...

I want more.

[gentle piano music]

[music stops]

Have you ever seen a dead body?

Don't you want to pass grade
four?

Have you?

Yes.

In my job, it's inevitable.

Now, stop procrastinatin' and
play.

I don't know what that means.

Well, you're very good at it.

I'll be taking you to school,
boys.

[Caspar] Where's Daddy?

He's had to go away for work.

Max has seen a dead body.

Five more minutes, then you
need to have your breakfast.

Right, off you go.

[dramatic piano music]

[muted note plays]

[music stops]

Oh, don't worry.

There's always
one bit I struggle with.

But I'm not doing it wrong.

Well, it doesn't sound
right, does it?

[repeatedly playing muted note]

Mystery solved.

[Freddie] Rex!

[soft, tense music playing]

Keep going.

Very good.

[dramatic music playing]

[phone dialling]

[Meg] Hello?

I know where Lloyd's
hidden the footage.

The last time I was here,

you said that I was
your second visitor.

[Marjorie] Hmm?

[Max] Was the first Lloyd
Macklin?

[Marjorie] Yes, yes, it was.

[Max] Did you notice him
hide anything in the piano?

Oh, well, that explains it!

-Explains what?
-I was dusting,

and I found this little red box
lodged amongst the strings.

Very odd.
[chuckles]

What did you do with it,
Marjorie?

Yes, well, that's
a very good question.

Um... let me think.

[chuckles]

No, a complete blank.

Start in the kitchen.

Marjorie, take a seat,
enjoy your cup of tea.

[music fading]

[laughter and chatter]

We'll leave before coffee.

Ben, what are you doing here?

Surely you weren't invited.

I've heard word from London.

One of the tabloids has another
clip of the PM with his wife,

this time shouting, "You stupid
cow."

Were they on a farm?

On a train.

And not cattle class.

It's the final nail in his
coffin.

I'm told he's going
to announce his resignation

6:00 a.m. London time.

-What?!
-Seriously?

This is your moment.

It's too soon.

Well, it may not come again.

We should work on a press
release.

[laughter and chatter]

What's she doing?

Preparing for power.

[rustling]

[Max] You sure you've kept it?

Might it be out in the bins?

Oh, I never throw anything
away.

Could it be out in the garage?

I can't remember
the last time I was in there.

Yes, but that doesn't rule
it out, does it?

[dog barking]

[soft, tense music playing]

[sighs]

Max...

Oh, that's it!

That's it! I thought
it would make a lovely coaster.

Oh!

Oh...

[dramatic music playing]

All right, let's see what we've
got.

[Paea sighs]

-[phone ringing]
-[clicking]

I have told you
that that meant nothing.

Nor did it when I fucked Oscar.

[laughing]

We were both wasted.

[laughing]

Seriously?

You fucked her?

-[scuffling]
-Boys!

-[screaming]
-Get off him!

Get off him!

[Tom] Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Bro, I, I think she's dead.

[screaming] Fuck!

-Fuck!
-Soph...

I can't feel a pulse!

[Tom breathing heavily]

[phone dialling]

Dad, Dad, Dad, there's been a
fight.

I've hit Sophie. She's hit her
head.

She's...

She's dead, Dad, we've killed
her.

Okay. Fuck, okay, we, we gotta
go.

-We've gotta call an ambulance.
-Dad says that we should go.

We gotta go.

Mate, for fuck's sake!

Fucking come on.

[clicks]

Busted.

[Meg sighs]

What's the timecode on that?

Uh, 11:47:23.

Fast forward to half past 12.

It's around then
that Lloyd came home.

[keyboard keys clacking]

[tense music playing]

We've got him.

Yeah.

Good.

Send it out now.

[gentle music playing]

You coming in?

They're just serving up.

This is where Sophie died.

That's what the police think.

Oh, I know.

For a fact.

-[clicks]
-[phone ringing]

I don't care how fancy
the lawyers are.

They're going away for this.

We're missing something.

What time did Lloyd arrive?

12:32:43.

Paea, freeze frame
that moment, will you?

[clicking]

Now cut to 11:47:23.

[Paea] Sarge.

Can we see
the two images side-by-side?

[tense music playing]

[clicks]

[Meg] She's moved.

She wasn't dead when the boys
left.

We need to watch it all.

Paea, play the part we skipped.

How long have you known that
Sophie's not your daughter?

Well, I knew
about your affair with Greg.

You must have considered me
really stupid if you thought I
didn't.

I wanted to believe Sophie was
mine.

But after she saw you in
Singapore, she came and told
me.

It's called
hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

Greg has it too.

So I'm not your father.

Yes.

More focused on the fact
that I might die at any moment,

but if you want
to make it about you...

Well, it affects
both of us, doesn't it?

She told me
it didn't change anything.

Maybe not for her.

Is that Lloyd?

No, it's too early.

[gasps]

Oh my God.

I've seen what happened that
night.

What night?

Here.

Lloyd had footage from the
CCTV.

What? What are you talking
about? The cameras weren't
working.

He played it for me.

[grim music playing]

He wanted to make sure
I signed the trade deal

on terms that suited him.

Why were you here?

Why were you here, Simon?!

Sophie had called me

earlier that week.

Dad, Lloyd Macklin is bad news.

You shouldn't be doing
business with him.

What?

What are you talking about?

She'd stumbled
on a cache of documents

while she was interning with
Lloyd.

I got her to email them to
me.

She had certificates
that Lloyd's sheep were reared

to the highest standards,
not pumped full of hormones.

[Lloyd] Jesus, Simon,

these certificates are fake.

[Simon] What?!

I sent them to the South
Americans.

Yes, I know,
they won't pay as high a price

if they don't think we've got
access to the British markets.

I'll call Sophie and encourage
her to destroy all the files.

We couldn't risk that getting
out.

So Lloyd told Oscar to go
and steal Sophie's laptop.

[Sophie] Someone broke
into our apartment.

-They wanted my laptop.
-I'm sure that's not true.

Lloyd must have spotted
the missing documents,

know I've got them.

I'm going to leak it all.
Animal Liberation, the
media...

No, you mustn't do that.

I stand to lose a lot of
money.

Money?!

Is that all you care about?

Please, we'll talk about this...

[Sophie] I'm going to tell
the world about Lloyd.

Share all his dirty secrets.

[Simon] I told Sophie
that I'd see her soon

and we'd discuss it then.

But I didn't trust
Sophie to keep quiet.

I was panicking.

I needed that sale
just as much as Lloyd.

So I decided to fly back to
Sydney.

Lloyd has a private plane
available 24/7.

He'd given me the key to his
house.

I planned to stay
the night and phone Sophie

the next morning.

[drink pouring]

When I got here...

I saw her lying on the patio.

Oh, Jesus, Sophie.

I had no idea what had
happened.

I thought Lloyd
must have set someone on her.

She was dying.

Barely still alive.

[moans softly]

Dad.

[Simon] She called me Dad.

It was the worst thing
she could've said,

because I wasn't her father.

I never had been.

I looked at her

and I saw Greg.

It was like
they were both mocking me.

And if that wasn't bad enough,

she was gonna destroy me as
well?

After everything I've done for
her?

I couldn't let that happen.

So...

[music intensifying]

[clicks]

We thought he was in the bush.

He made calls from there.

Around the time of the murder?

He made a call from
Winston Station at 6:13 p.m.,

and then 5:39 the next morning.

There's a landing strip
on the property.

A six-hour round trip.

It's possible.

We know it's possible.

He did it.

[soft music playing]

If Macklin knew that
Simon Chalcott murdered Sophie,

then why would he keep it to
himself?

Knowledge is power.

To be used when it's
to your best advantage.

You knew.

But you haven't called the
police.

Nor has Lloyd.

He won't while you're
still of use to him.

And is that why you haven't
either?

Is being PM that important to
you?

I will be Prime Minister,

and when I am,

not immediately,

but when the time is right,

I will divorce you,

and you will accept it
without question.

Now stay out of my fucking
sight!

[intense music]

[laptop closing]

[phone ringing]

Well, this'll need to be
handled with some sensitivity.

[sighs]

Tash, could you get me
the commissioner, please?

Thank you.

I take it this was,
um, a joint effort?

Yes, sir.

Very much so.

D.S. Drummond, uh,
perhaps you should be the one

to inform Abigail Crawford.

Yes, sir.

[elevator dings]

[sombre music playing]

[knocking]

[solemnly] Is Ms. Crawford
here?

She's about to do an interview.

Oh, no, she isn't.

I need to speak to her.

In private.

[door creaking]

[door closing]

[Newell] Thank you for coming
in.

[Simon] Of course.

You said you had
some important information.

We know who killed Sophie.

You do?

Have you laid charges?

We're about to.

Simon Chalcott, I'm arresting
you

for the murder of Sophie
Chalcott.

You're not obliged to say
anything unless you wish to,

but whatever you say
may later be used in evidence.

[handcuffs clicking]

[Max] I'm so sorry.

This must come as an awful
shock.

Where's Ben?

He's outside.

Have him come in, will you?

I'll need some time alone with
him.

Uh, yeah, yeah. Of course.

[solemn music playing]

[siren wailing]

[door opening]

[siren stops]

[Lachie] Being an accomplice
after the fact to assault

occasioning grievous bodily
harm.

Your assistance
will be considered by the DPP

as to whether the matter
will be proceeded with.

Please tell her mum, I'm so
sorry.

[Paea] Assault occasioning
grievous bodily harm

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

Okay, now, this better be
important.

Oh, I think it is.

Lloyd Macklin, I'm arresting
you

for interfering with human
remains,

hindering an investigation,

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

[Max] How did the press
get there so quickly?

[chatter]

I guess...

someone must have tipped them
off.

Are you doing anything Saturday
arvo?

Hmm, by the sounds of it.

Would you like to come
watch Louie's footy game?

Oh, Saturday sport, it's
a bit of an Aussie tradition.

I mean, you don't have to.

I, I fully understand...

Meg, I'd love to.

[rock music playing in
background]

Okay.

[reporter] The arrest
is believed to be in relation

to the murder of Sophie
Chalcott.

Lloyd Macklin's son, Tom,

was Sophie Chalcott's
boyfriend at the time of her
death.

[Max sighs]

Congratulations.

Your lot are all over the news.

I thank you.

[Tori chuckles]

-Hamish not in?
-No.

Are you and he...

Fine, yeah.

Getting divorced.

Not because of me?

You flatter yourself.

But yes.

I mean, not you specifically,
but...

you opened my eyes.

So you've cracked the case,
you'll be going home then.

I wish I weren't.

Not because of me?

[chuckles]

You flatter yourself.

[soft music playing]

But yeah.

[door opening]

[Caspar] Mummy.

I, I had a bad dream.

[Tori] Okay.

Come on, Pickle.

[Abigail] After this
extended stay in Sydney,

I shall soon be returning
to London with my daughter,

where I can finally lay her to
rest.

That poor woman.

[Abigail] My husband's
arrest...

- came as...
-[Makepeace scoffs]

Christ's sake, Justin.

[Abigail] ...a devastating
shock.

To think that Sophie's own
father

could do such a thing is...

beyond comprehension.

While this matter
is before the courts,

I can make no further
comment.

I shall focus on public
service

and fulfilling whatever role

my party decides I should
play.

Thank you.

[reporter] The frontrunner to
become the next Prime
Minister.

[crickets chirping]

Whatever you wish to say,
you can say in front of Ben.

Were you aware
of your husband's involvement

in Sophie's death
before you heard it from me?

'Cause when I told you, you...

didn't seem that surprised.

There were no questions,
no sort of...

[deep breath] refusal to
believe.

Your first thought
was to ask for Ben.

I think you already knew.

And if I did know
and didn't tell you?

Then you'd be guilty of
perverting the course of
justice,

facing many years in prison.

[siren wailing]

[soft music playing]

I won't lie to you, Max.

When I entered
the House of Commons...

I was shocked to discover

that all most MPs cared about
was being re-elected.

Surely we were there
to make a difference.

I was.

But even as a minister...

I had no real power.

Not to move the country
in a new direction.

Only the Prime Minister can do
that.

Which is why I need the top
job...

so I can do what
I went into politics for.

To help those less fortunate,

those without a voice.

The victims, if you will.

You didn't answer my question.

I didn't promise to.

I simply said I wouldn't lie.

[cheering and applause]

[chatter]

You think Abigail Crawford
would protect her daughter's
killer?

She was protecting herself.

She almost admitted as much.

[whistle blowing]

[cheering]

If Abigail knew,

either Lloyd Macklin
or Simon Chalcott told her.

They might testify against her
in return for a reduced
sentence.

[scoffs] Bugger that.

Two meat pies.

Still, if I'm right, she's
guilty of withholding evidence.

Thanks.

Here, another Aussie tradition.

Sauce?

[sauce squirting]

Uh, yeah, sure.

Be careful, they're quite...

[muffled] Jesus! Fuck!

[Meg] ...hot!

Do you want me to charge her?

The woman's lost her daughter,

and her husband.

Do you think she'd make
a good Prime Minister?

She might.

If we charge her,
you'll never find out,

'cause it'll destroy
her career as well.

So should I call you
Prime Minister-elect?

A little premature.

Oh, no one's foolish
enough to oppose you.

The omens are good,

as they are for you.

Yes, as long
as I can avoid any mishaps

for the next five days.

[airplane roaring]

Oh, what are they doing here?

It's possible
they've come to arrest me.

Leave you to it.

Detectives.

Max.

Detective Sergeant.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

We've come to wish you a safe
flight.

[soft music playing]

Well, thank you, both.

And thank you for everything
you've done for Sophie.

[Ben] We should go through.

[Max] Hi!

Hiya.

Kids not in?

[Tori] Caspar's at piano
lessons.

Freddie's playing upstairs.

[chopping continues]

I... [clears throat]

had a meeting with the boss
earlier.

They've offered me a secondment

here in Sydney.

That's a surprising
development.

It'd be for a year...
initially.

[Tori] Wow!

Yeah.

What did you tell them?

[Max exhales]

Told them I'd have to think
about it.

Would you like me to stay?

Would you like to stay?

Ah, no, no, no, I asked first.

But I'm not five,
so that doesn't count.

[both chuckle]

I would.

I'd like you to.

[Tori chuckles]

[Max sighs]

[doorbell ringing]

[Tori chuckles]

[door opening]

[Tori laughs]
Oh my God!

-[Anna] Hi!
-[Tori] Hi!

What are you doing here?

[Anna] Oh, it's, it's mad.

[Tori] Yeah, it is!

[Anna] Surprise!

[laughter]

-[Tori] Hi! You're really here!
-[Anna] Yes! Yeah!

-I can't believe it.
-[Tori] Yeah, come in, come in!

[Anna] God, it's a long way.

Anna?

Max.

I got your email and I just
thought,

"What are we doing? This is
crazy."

[soft, tense music playing]

I want to give us
another chance, start again.

What do you say?

[dramatic music playing]