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(WONDERFUL LIFE BY KATIE MELUA PLAYS)

SONG: # Here I go

# Out to sea again

# The sunshine fills my head

# And dreams hang in the air

# Gulls in the sky

# And in my blue eyes

# You know it feels unfair

# There's magic everywhere

# 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, mate! Over there!

KATIE MELUA: # It's a wonderful life

# It's a wonderful life

# It's a wonderful life. #

(SIRENS HOWL)

WOMAN: (ON BROADCAST) No formal
identification has yet been made.

The body is believed to be that
of Sophie Chalcott...

(DOOR CLOSES)

..the 19-year-old daughter

of the British
Trade and Industry Minister...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
..Abigail Crawford.

You wanted to see me, sir?
KILROY: You seen this?

WOMAN: (ON TV)
..Sydney 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...

We've been invited
to send someone to Sydney

to observe the investigation.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
..by a rock fisherman, not far...

Why?
High-profile case.
..the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge.

Hands across the ocean
and all that crap.

WOMAN: (ON TV) ..how the body
came to be in the water.

The Sydney metropolitan police
are expected to make...

MAN: Any evidence of foul play?
..a formal statement later today.

Not yet, but the Chief Constable
has asked me to volunteer someone.

WOMAN: (ON TV) ..of
Abigail Crawford and her husband...
Congratulations.

..Simon Chalcott.
(LAUGHS) No, sir, I've...

..I've got Michael Mason's
committal hearing in the morning.

DS Metcalfe will handle that.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Abigail Crawford
is considered to be

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.

Well...

..you'd better take
the big suitcase.

Welcome on board.
Thank you.

Uh, 48E.

Thank you, Mr Drummond.

Oh. Thank you.
You're...down there to your left.

Great. Thank you.

Welcome aboard.

(COUGHS)

WOMAN: (ON PA) Greetings, everyone.
(BLOWS NOSE)
This is your captain speaking.

Our flight time to Singapore
this evening

is 13 hours and five minutes.

(BABY CRIES)

So do settle in
and make yourselves comfortable.

And we hope you have
a pleasant and relaxing journey.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

That's clean, Sarge.

What, nothing?

You want to tell us
where you stashed it?

Do you want to suck my dick?

Come off it.

It was taped
to the inside of your toilet system.
Bullshit.

Michael Mason,
I'm arresting you for the possession
of a controlled drug...

This is a stitch-up.
..with intent to supply.

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence...

KILROY: You're accusing a colleague
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 CRIES)
(PLANE ENGINE WHINES)

(LAUGHTER)
(GASPS)

(SIGHS)
Are you alright?

(SIGHS)

I mean, oh...

(SIGHS)

What's the name of the detective
London's sending out?

Max Drummond.

Detective sergeant.
(SIGHS)

He's on this flight.
(SNIFFS)

He's in economy.

(LAUGHTER AND COUGHING)

MAN: Detective Sergeant?

The Secretary of State suggested

I might want to swap seats with you.

(BABY CRIES)
I can't believe you do.

(CLEARS 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.

Well.

A lot of people do.

Not many who join the police.

What happened?

Your first choice of career
didn't work out?

(LAUGHS) Uh...

(SIGHS)

..well, let's just say that, uh, uh,

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.

What can you tell me
about Sophie's death?

No more
than I'm sure you know already.

Was she murdered?

I don't know.

Might have 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?

Oh.

You know, 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 harbour.

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 harbour,
there are, um...

..there are rocks
and there are sharks and there are...

..uh, uh, uh,
boats churning up and down.

I mean,
that can hide a multitude of sins.

But, um, I'll...I'll
surely know more after the autopsy.

Hmm. Then we won't keep you
any longer.

Well...well, no. Um...um...no.

I can't do it yet.

No, I've got three in line
before Sophie.

Well, can she jump the queue?

She is kind of important.

Well, they're all important
to their loved ones.

Hm.

Uh, but, yes, I'll, um...

..I'll see what I can do.

Um...oh, 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. (SIGHS)

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... (LAUGHS)

..than not having children.

Well, you're being...

..admirably composed.

It's not all my own doing.

Yes, the two Vs.

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.

Erm...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 have been very young

when you had Sophie.

23.

We were only just married.

What would you be willing
to tell me about her?

I'd just...

..like to know who she was.

She was, uh...

..infuriating. (LAUGHS)

In a good way.

(UNZIPS CONTAINER)

Wilful.

Even as a child. (LAUGHS)

Used to drive me mad.

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'll 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.
I don't know.

(DETECTIVE LAUGHS)

Interesting -
that's your first thought.

BOSS: Alright. Well,
keep it for now, pending the autopsy.

I'm giving the case to Rob.

What?
BOSS: 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.

They 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.

Alright.

Well, let's just hope she got pissed
and fell off a boat.

Is that all, boss?
Yes.

No. Uh...your liaison.

My what?

Some cop from London.
He's 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 organise 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?

I wouldn't worry.
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.

Hey.

I am so sorry.
(DOOR CLOSES)

Thank you.
I mean, words can't even...

Thank you for coming.

Who's that?

Greg Hardy.

Leader of the Labor 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.

Oh, you're up in 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?

Oh, no, no. Thank you, ma'am.
A...a driver will be picking me up.

Then I'm sure we'll see you soon.
MAN: We should get going.

Look, um, when you're ready.

ABIGAIL: Do I look alright?

Oh, you...

..bastards.

(BEEP)
(DOOR OPENS)

(SOBS)

No, no.

Just leave that there. Thanks. Yep.

(CLOSES DOOR)

You did tell 'em that I was here?

DS Drummond?

Chief Inspector Andrew Newell.
I wanted to welcome you personally.

How was your flight?

The last seven hours felt longer.

Yeah. Have you been to your hotel?

No. No, no. I came straight here.

Well, 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.

PAEA:
And 5:23pm, now, Sophie leaves work,

and she walks down to Circular Quay,
where she meets her boyfriend, Tom.

Now, she meets him for a drink,
and they board the party boat

at 6:17pm not long after.

Everyone.

Uh, this is DS Max Drummond
from the murder squad in London.

DS Meg Driscoll.
She'll be leading the investigation.

We won't hold you up
any further, Meg.

DS Drummond, if you'd, um...

..care to sit here.

Thank you.

PAEA:
Yeah, so they're on the harbour

for the best part of four hours,

all faithfully recorded
on social media,

before disembarking the boat
just a little after 10.

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 11:12pm,

goes to the corner of Bridge Street.

And this is the last
that's seen of her.

OK, so Erica says that

Sophie told her
she wants to get some fresh air

and that
she would 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,
DS Drummond?

Oh, no. Max, please. (LAUGHS)

And, yeah, that'd be great.
Thank you.

Lachie.

Show DS Drummond
how to use the coffee machine.

OK. I'll, uh...I'll let them know.

Uh, Sarge?

Sophie's parents
are ready to identify the body.

Another time, Lachie.

'cause her sister lives out here.

Oh, yeah?
A 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.

So...

OK.
Um...

Oh!
Yeah.

Well, is it a savings account?
Sorry. (LAUGHS)

Force of habit. Sorry.

Alright.

Oh. No.

Alright. Well, let me know
how she goes with it.

Cheers.

500 bucks was taken
out of Sophie's bank account

eight hours
AFTER her body was found.

From an ATM?

Side street near Martin Place.
Mmm.

Where's Martin Place?

CBD.

Central business district, mate.

MEG: Well, they have to
have known her PIN.

Mmm. Do we have any CCTV?

Cindy's looking at it.

OK.

Hey.

There must be security cameras
in the vicinity.

That's what he just said.

Was it? Oh, sorry.

I...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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me a moment.

(DOOR OPENS)
Mmm.

Depending on the state of the body,

could be quite distressing.

We both want to see her.

They're ready for us.

(CLEARS THROAT)

That won't change
our final conclusion.

Oh! Jesus.
(SOBS)

This is Sophie, yes. Yes.

(SOBS)

MAX: Meg.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MEG: It's definitive.
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 harbour.

I am very sorry, but...

..we are now treating this
as a murder case.

(ABIGAIL SOBS)

If it's alright,
I'll leave you with...

..DS 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?

Well, in...
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.

(SIGHS) I'll come to your hotel.

Meet you at the bar. Eight o'clock.

Alright. It's a date.

I mean, not like a...not like a date.

Apologise. I'll shut up.

Eight o'clock.

(SIGHS)

(SOBS AND SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

..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.

ABIGAIL: 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...it...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 he'd never come.

YOUNG MAN: Abigail. Simon.

I am so sorry.

Simon.

This is my friend Oscar.

He came to offer his condolences.
Uh-huh.

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.

Stay strong, bro.
Thanks.

Alright.

TOM: Please, guys, come in.

Do the police know what's happened?

They say...

..that Sophie was murdered.

What?

Um...that's not...

Jesus.
..common knowledge yet.

How?
I'm sorry, we...
What happened?

..we can't go into details.

You've no idea
what might have happened to her?

No. I...I don't know where she went.

I didn't see her
after we got off the boat.

Why did you split up?

What?

I'm sorry, I mean,
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.

MAN: Simon.

Abigail.
I am so sorry for your loss.

She was a wonderful girl.

Thank you.

She was murdered, Dad.

Murdered?
SIMON: Yes.

The autopsy showed that sh...
We...we can't talk about that.

Hello.

Uh, DS 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, of course,
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.

It's all perfectly legitimate.

MAX: Oh, yeah. No, no.
I have 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.

(SOBS)

(SNIFFS)

Sorry.

I'm sure Tom will tell you
everything he can.

TOM: (SIGHS) She, um...

..I loved her.

I really loved her, Dad.

And she loved you.

(TOM SOBS)
(PHONE RINGS)

ABIGAIL:
Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

(TOM SOBS)

Sorry. I'd better get this.
ABIGAIL: OK. It's OK.

(TOM SOBS)
(LLOYD SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, thank you, Mark.
I appreciate that.

And please don't hesitate
to call me at any time.

Bye.

(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.

Goodnight, Simon.

(DOOR OPENS)

(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!

We have to be strong.

Or this'll destroy us.

I'm going to get ready for bed.

Have you spoken to Tori?

MAX: I haven't had a chance.

Barely had time to sit down.

Or pee.

That is two different things, right?

Oh, I miss you.

You've only been gone a day.
Yeah, and already I miss you.

What does that tell you?
That you have separation issues.

I told Tori that you're coming.

Yeah, alright. I'll call her.

GIRL: Miss?

Martha won't play with me.
Well, then, play with someone else.

One of the other Marthas.

What are you doing tonight?

(YAWNS) Having a drink
with my opposite number.

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.

Not at my best.

Jet lag.
MAN: Anna?

I have to go.

Uh, call me tomorrow?

Love you.

Love you too.

(SIGHS)

Oh, my God.

I mean, like...it's so scary
to think that could have been me.
(MAX SNORES)

PAEA: OK.
Well...thanks for coming in, eh?

WOMAN: Can I, like,
take a selfie in here?

PAEA: Uh, no.

WOMAN: Pretty please?
PAEA: No.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Bugger this.

Uh, 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. (SNIFFS)

How long
had you and Sophie been flatmates?

ERICA: Oh, um, about a year.

Meg, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to stand you up.

Really?

Wasn't payback
'cause I didn't send a car for you?

No. God, no. (LAUGHS)

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.

OK, 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's my fault.

No, I should have 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.

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
that we're heading out?

I'll tell him when we get back.

Alright.

He'd only want to come with us.

MAX: Who would?

Jesus!
Don't you ever lock your car?

Not in the police car. Fuck, no.

You want to be in London.

Yeah, I wish you were.

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?

ABIGAIL: To be honest,
I had always had my suspicions.

She looked like you.

A little of me.

Nothing of Simon.

Did you never think she might be?

When I heard,

I suppose I did the maths.

But I figured
you would have said something.

You were back in Sydney 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.

And 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?

SOPHIE: 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.

SOPHIE: 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.

(SNIFFS)

He's my father, isn't he? (SOBS)

Sweetheart.

No. (KISSES)

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.

Erica?

She's not picking up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Where's the Pom gone?
(WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Remember, I'm here.
(SIGHS)

MAX: Oh, thank you so much, Dima.
You've been very helpful.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Bye-bye, now.

Bye-bye.
Bye-bye.

MEG: What were you doing?

I was just having a chat
with Sophie's neighbour.

Lovely woman.
Fled Poland in the '60s.

Still has a heavy accent.

And that's of interest why?

Well, she was saying - you know, at
least, I...I think she was saying -

that 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. (SIGHS)

See if they filed a report.

What's her name, again?

Erm...

..Dima Moiseenko.

Erica?

Police entering!

Are you home?

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.

MAN: It's fine.

It's finished with.

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.
(PHONE RINGS)

Well, we told her
we'd need to talk to her again.

(PHONE RINGS)

Go ahead, Lachie.

LACHIE: Yeah, so I've
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.

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.

Now we have a person of interest,
don't we?

Anna told me about the separation.

Uh, I wouldn't call it that.
WOMAN: Oh. She did.

Please get in touch.

Were you watching it?

I need you at home tonight
with Oscar.

I understand this is your first
investigation, Detective Sergeant.

Sideline me so that
YOU'RE her only point of contact?

No, stop.

The PM is keeping you
off the front page.

There are calls for his resignation.

ABIGAIL: If the PM does go,

I may be one of the contenders
to replace him.

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