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Karen, what are you doing? - Something
I should have done a long time ago.

I have given you everything you
said you wanted. I want you out. Now.

I think you might have
just saved the country.

I made a mistake when I was young,
a really stupid mistake,

and I've regretted it every day of
my life,

and then I met you, and I...

I thought you could fix me.

What does she want?

She wants Elke to be a part of
her life.

- Elke!
- Dad said you were my real mum.

Is that true?

I'm sorry you found out this way.
It's not what I wanted.

What about my real dad?
What was he like?

He was young.

I just wanted to know...

Know what?

Why did you give me away?

Oh, sweetheart.

It's complicated.

Why?

Well, I wasn't much older
than Claire when I had you.

Can you imagine Claire being a mum?

She'd be all right.

Well, Claire's a lot smarter than I was,

and I had problems.

What problems?

Problems that meant I
couldn't look after a baby.

I wasn't a good girl like you. I...

I was wild.

I drank, and I took drugs.

My parents couldn't control me.

So did they decide I should be adopted?

They did.

But I agreed it was for the best
at the time.

I would never give my baby away,
no matter what anyone said.

And if I could do it again,
neither would I.

Where is she?

- I'm so sorry, Mum.
- No, don't be.

It's OK. Everything will be all right,
luv.

- How about some hot chocolate?
- Good idea.

Sweetheart, I just need to talk to Roza
for one minute, OK?

It was a closed adoption. You shouldn't
be anywhere near her.

I'm sorry. I just...

What, this whole thing?

Lunch, those fucking handbags.
what, some sort of trap?

- No, it wasn't. You don't understand.
- Damn right, I don't.

A child's mother would never put her
in this position.

Can't you see the damage you could do?

- Where is she?
- I'm just about to take her home.

What did you say to her?

Just that I missed her.

Jesus, Roza, what are you trying to do
to us?

Well, she came to me. What was I
supposed to do?

You were supposed to stay out of her
life forever. That was the deal.

- Karen...
- No, fuck off, Simon.

You weren't fit to be a mother then.
You're certainly not fit to be one now.

You back off!

She's right. I'm not fit to be a mother.

If you're looking for sympathy,
you won't get any from me.

Imagine this from Elke's point of view.

Oh, the last thing I want to do is hurt
her.

What did you think would happen?

Please, tell me you at least told David.

And?

David is behind me 100%.

Oh, no. Did I miss it?

Hey. You sold me out.

Yeah, well, um...

- You were using me.
- That's hypocritical.

Roza, I've been trying to connect
with you, but you just fob me off

every fuckin' time.

It hurts, you know?

I'm sorry.

Have you got anything for me?

- Oh my God, Roza, I had no idea.
- Yeah, no one did.

And her adoptive dad,

he's the doctor that's been in the
headlines for murder.

- Holy shit! Did he do it?
- 'Course not.

Hey, go easy, babe. It's primo.

- He's a good dad, you know?
- Mm-hm.

I mean, who gives away their baby

and then barges into their life years
later and ruins it?

- Roza...
- I've let David down.

I've let Elke down. I've let you down.

- I'm such a fucking waste of space.
- Roza, stop.

Roza?

Sorry, who?

Keep her cool and keep talking to her.

I'll take care of you, babe. I promise.
Just... just hang in there, OK? OK?

Hey, it's me. I need a favour.

I said not a word. I can't do it
on my own.

Lock the door behind us.

- What happened?
- She overdosed.

- Cocaine and what?
- I don't know, but,

but these were in her pocket.

- Simon, I can't get involved in this.
- Come on, Paula, please.

I need your help. You know me better
than that.

I didn't know what else to do.

We need cooled IV saline, ondansetron,

and draw up full loraz, just in case.
- OK.

Are they the family?

Uh, he's not too popular with the wife
at the moment,

but he seems close to the brother.
- Mm.

Seems close, although Pat Greville at
the borstal he went to reckons

the brother never visited him once.

The wife...

wouldn't be the first woman to wreak
havoc on a cheating husband.

What, she outs him as the
murder suspect?

The whole neighbourhood, the whole
country talking about her?

No, no. She's not the type,
and she wouldn't do it to her kids.

What if she's the killer?

Karen?

Come on. The book club... she's got
multiple witnesses.

Revenge for his affairs would definitely
include

attacking one of his girlfriends.

And diverting suspicion by leaking
his name.

Let's have a look at the wife.

- Why now?
- What do you mean?

I mean, why has crazy rich bitch
Hallwright

decided to fuck with us now?

- You and Dad are in a shit fight.
- Claire.

- Well? She's had 13 years.
- She's not a bitch.

No, of course she's not.

But she is Elke's birth mum.

We just have to deal with that.

What's going to happen?

I don't know, sweetie.

But we'll work it out together, OK?
You don't need to worry about it.

Will I go and live there?

No. No, of course not.

- This is your home.
- Forever and ever?

Absolutely.

- Oh my God. Where am I?
- Hey, you need to calm down, OK?

Get away from me!

You overdosed.

Nobody else knows. As in nobody.

We need to keep it that way.

You can take her home soon, but check
outside first.

The media's crawling all over me.

Your bodyguard talked to your husband.
He thinks you've got a tummy bug.

Thank you.

Obviously, I'm grateful, but if you
think you can use this against me...

...don't.

Hey? Thought I'd take Claire to a movie
today, if that's OK with you?

Yeah, great idea.

What are you gonna see?

Some fluffy romcom, apparently.
Yeah, I know.

Well, if it makes her feel better, I'm
happy to take one for the team.

Hey, how's Elke?

How would you be if Roza Hallwright
turned out to be your mother?

Oh, there are worse people.

Are there?

Well, yeah.

- Oh. God, sorry.
- Nah, don't worry about it.

I turned out OK... for a 44-year-old
single male

living next to his sister-in-law's laundry.

No, you're fine.

You know, honestly?

I always thought Simon was the star,
and...

here you are... being a bloody rock.

Oh... hey,

Elke is yours.

I can't compete with the Hallwrights.

We going?

We certainly are.

- Later, Mum.
- Have fun.

What?

That two-faced bitch.

She doesn't deserve to be a part of
Elke's life.

I know, but we have to be careful.

We're not...

If there's a challenge for Elke, we can
use it then.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I
just didn't know how to...

I just... don't want any more apologies,
Simon.

Oh, if I could turn back the clock.

To when? When you first cheated on me?

To when you got caught? Or when we met?

Meeting you was the best thing that ever
happened to me.

Funny way of showing it.

Did you... ever even love me?

Oh, Karen, of course. You're beautiful,
smart. You're an incredible mother.

That's a CV, Simon. I'm talking about
love... if you loved me.

The things that happened to me...

The things I never told you.

Look at our girls, Karen.

Our two beautiful girls, and I can't
imagine how anyone could...

There was no love.

No one showed me how it was done.

What I had with you and the girls is
what I always wanted.

Then why ruin it?

- 'Cause something's missing in me.
- What?

I don't even know.

You guys all good?

Better than I was an hour ago.

Don't tell me the band's getting back
together?

No no, just trying to sort out a few
things with the girls.

Why don't we have dinner tomorrow? All
of us. What do you say?

Yeah, I suppose that could work.

- Night.
- Night.

How's my favourite Prime
Minister-in-waiting?

Oh, never mind me. How are you?

Yeah, I feel better than I have in a
long time.

Really? I was worried.

Well, darling, you've got the whole
country to worry about.

Well, the bit of it I'm in today is
proving somewhat less than friendly.

In what way?

A mill town. Used to be, anyway.

Then someone decided we were too proud
to accept Chinese investment,

so now half the town's gone and the rest
are on the dole. Go figure.

I'm sorry.

I miss you.

Gotta go. I'll call you soon.

There you go. Thanks, Paula.

- Simon Lampton.
- Yeah, Simon, my name is Arty Cole.

I would very much like to meet with you,
as soon as you could manage it.

Sorry, who is this?

Arty Cole. I'm a journalist, and I have
something that I think you need to see.

It's about Roza Hallwright, a-and your
daughter.

Hello? Uh...

Simon?

I can come right now.

Uh, Dr Lampton. Thanks for coming by.

You mentioned my daughter. I'd like to
know why.

Sure, um... come in.

Sorry... about the uh cold calls. I
just needed to get your attention, quite

Just tell me what this is about.

That didn't happen.

- I was there.
- You were spying on me?

I don't have to spy on you,
Dr Rhymes-With-Hampton.

You're everywhere. No, I'm after the
Hallwrights...

...the Hallwrights, and all their
skeletons.

This is...

not what you think. Roza and I? No.

Then, perhaps you would care to
explain two very different families,

all but strangers until recently?

You're wasting your time.

Oh, I've wasted a fair bit of it lately,
looking up Mrs Hallwright...

...her wild youth.

It made me think that maybe you
could fill in some of the blanks.

You're right. My family has just met the
Hallwrights. They're on another

stratosphere to us. There's nothing else
going on.

OK, then you can try explaining that
when these pictures go viral.

Please, you can't.

Why? Hm? I looked up the public records.

There is nothing that shows your wife
giving birth to Elke.

My daughter is 13.

13. Her life at the moment is pretty
fucking shitty, so I'm asking you...

I am begging you! Please, do not do this
to her.

What, you... she really is Roza's
daughter?

Ha, once again, the Hallwrights hoodwink
the whole country.

Look, I'm sorry, mate, but the people
need to know this.

If you think you can threaten my child,
my family, you're wrong.

You'll be hearing from my lawyer in
the hour,

and I hope you have a shitload of money
for one of your own.

You think you can bully me, huh? David
Hallwright tried, and look!

Still fighting. You hear me? Look, I
know people, eh? One call, and you're...

Shit, you all right?

Ambulance, please. 6B Nelson St.

You OK with Simon dropping by in the
middle of the night like that?

Wasn't so bad.

Really?

I just keep thinking about him in that
home, what it must have done to him.

Can you imagine Claire or Elke in a
place like that?

- Worked out OK, though, didn't it?
- Not exactly.

Well, he went to uni. Got the wife,
kids, dream home.

And he was looking pretty good until not
so long ago.

You can't hide all that childhood stuff,
Ford. It's gotta come out somewhere.

- Maybe that's why...
- Why he cheated?

Look, he's starting to open up and talk
about how he feels.

- And you believe him?
- Do you think I shouldn't?

He... he's my brother, Karen, and I love
him, but he's fucked up.

You need to look after yourself,

and the kids.

You know? Just be careful. That's all
I'm saying.

Mum? It's the police. They wanna talk
to you.

Karen Lampton speaking.

Did you suspect him of having an affair
with Julia Stevens?

She isn't his type... wasn't his type.

So you know what type he's
attracted to? Must hurt.

Of course it does.

And make you angry.

About him, the many types of women he's
been involved with.

This isn't the first time this has
happened, right?

So, we both know he's cheated on me more
than once. Can we move on?

Why am I here?

You said that you were at book club the
night Julia Stevens was killed, right?

And that you walked home afterwards.

That would have taken you past Julia
Stevens' house

not long before she was murdered.

Me and 10 other women!

Still.

You think I did it?

- Did you?
- No!

Did you attack Mereana Costas?

I don't even know who she is, or where
she lives.

If you have anything more to ask me
about these terrible attacks,

or the ridiculous notion that I would
publicise

my family's troubles on that stupid
blog, I want a lawyer present.

Well... ...am I free to go?

- Yeah?
- What's wrong?

Why would anything be wrong?

Um, 'cause your wife kicked you out, and
the cops are all over you.

- Where are you anyway?
- I'm at the hotel. I'm fine.

Nah, I know you better than that. I'm
gonna come over.

No, I told you, I'm fine.

Hi.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I just... I just got a new job,
so peachy, yeah.

Kids are good too.

What about you? What did the cops want?

The things they were saying.
I think they're getting desperate.

And just the pressure they put you
under...

no wonder Simon's being unbearable.

Uniforms just called in a dead journo at
the bottom of some stairs in Mt Eden.

Nosey neighbour said he'd just had a
very interesting visitor.

Don't you dare say I told you so.

- You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
- I didn't do anything. I swear.

He fell.

Are you sure he's dead?

So, what are you gonna do?

Everything that ties me to him, what
happened, is here.

- Then let me get rid of this for you.
- No.

Yeah, yeah. The cops find evidence,
y'know, forensic or whatever,

and they connect this to you, with all
the other stuff hanging over you...

- then you're fucked!
- No.

You know, the cops hauled Karen in
today.

What?! Fuck!

Maybe you should get in there first.

Front up. Tell your side of the story.

The cops are really gonna believe me?
Elke will end up front-page news.

Hello. Simon Lampton.

Hello?

Who is this?

Mereana?

Mereana, is that you?

Hello?

Shit. Shit!

I don't know what you're playing at, but
if you're ditching that stuff, don't.

I want it back. I'm dealing with this
my way.

Open up, Dr Lampton. Police.

If you don't open the door,
then we're coming in.

I'm not saying anything without my
lawyer.

Why? You've got nothing to hide,
have you?

Are you sure you've never met Arty Cole
before today?

No. Never.

And he just... just called you up out of
the blue?

Yes. Told me to come and see him.

So, why did you?

Well, he pestered me into it.

We talked. Nothing came of it.

When I left, he was very much alive.

Are you sure about that?

Why would I lie?

I asked Pat from Northland Boys' Home if
she though you were a liar.

What did you say to her?

That you're a person of interest
in relation to one murder,

another suspected murder, and now...

You didn't need to talk to her
or my wife.

I need to find whoever killed
Julia Stevens.

I need to find out what happened to
Mereana Costas,

and I need to know how Arty Cole died.

He's got an axe to grind with the
Hallwrights. He wants dirt on them.

Why would Arty Cole think he could
leverage you

into getting damaging information out of
Hallwright?

Look. I told him I couldn't help him,
and I left. End of story.

Fuck me.

What now?

Cole sent me more photos of Mrs
Hallwright

in a compromising situation with a man
who's not her husband.

Send me the photos and close it down.

I can't keep spiking this shit. It's too
good.

Close. It. Down!

- Your wife.
- Is that Simon?

Yes.

When were they taken?

The night before last. She's a time
bomb that just keeps on ticking.

Yeah, that's right, Sergeant. He just
threw his laptop and stuff into the bin.

Yeah, I was gonna call you earlier, but,
um, I was driving, so...

Oh, he's tall,

uh, dark haired,

yep, driving a Lexus.

Mm-hm. Yeah, yeah. OK. You're welcome.
Thanks.

You have to admit this goes way beyond
coincidence now.

As I told you, I...

Think about all the people involved:
Stevens, Costas, Cole.

Look, I know you cared about Mereana. I
know you care about your family.

- Do the right thing, and stop lying.
- I'm not lying.

Whatever you're hiding, I'll find out
about it eventually.

You can save us both a lot of pain and
torture.

Doesn't that violate the
doctor-patient relationship?

Uh... something's really out of whack
here.

Where does this fit in?

It's his kid.

Oh, Jesus.

- Why wasn't I told about this?
- She almost died... sir.

Oh, this just gets better and better.

You're not going to believe this. Simon
Lampton is at the police station,

answering questions about the death of
Arty Cole.

Cole's dead? Shit.

- Would you give us a moment?
- Yeah.

We're one point in front in the polls,
but if Lampton breathes a word

about Roza, it will destroy you.

Is he really in a position to say any-

Of course he isn't. In fact, right now,
he needs us more than we need him.

- You could help him.
- Too fucking right.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

I've been thinking a lot lately about
what you said last time we spoke.

- About policing numbers?
- Among other things.

Have you seen the latest poll results,
by any chance?

You have every reason to feel confident,
I'm sure.

And so do you. That's why I'm calling.

Yep.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah. Come in, close the door.

Have a seat.

Yes, I met Roza Hallwright a few times.

Without her husband.

And with him.

Why do you ask?

'Cause I think I know why Arty Cole
thought he could blackmail you.

Hm... he couldn't.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

- It's not what you think.
- Then what is it?

I want my lawyer.

Simon, has it ever occurred to you that
I can help you?

- Can I have a word?
- One minute, sir.

Now!

We have an eyewitness that places him at
the scene.

Look, he's lying. I just... I just need
time to prove it.

No, you've already spent enough time on
him.

Let's cast the net a little wider, eh?
- But...

You've done a good job, Marie, it's
noted,

but the evidence just isn't there.
- Sir...

You can't hold him.

Sir, if Simon Lampton walks away, then I
have not done a good job.

Well, we're no longer going down that
road,

so you're just gonna have to step back
for the moment.

With respect, sir, I think we need to
take this to DC Evans.

Already have.

- You've spoken to her?
- Yeah.

- Uh, w... I don't get it.
- You don't have to get it.

And neither do I, for that matter.

- There's a long game being played here.
- By Jane?

Just shut it down.

You're free to go.

- Sorry?
- I said you're free to go.

Piss off.

You do get around, Dr Lampton.

Just as well you have someone looking
out for you.

- You?
- David Hallwright.

Get in. I'll give you a ride.

David wants you at his house, now.

And we need Karen.

Douse it with salt, if you want.

♪ Oh, my, my.

♪ Oh, my, my, you get in my head.

♪ You're in my head.
You're in my head. ♪

See? He came.

Hey, bro. What's up?

Sorry, I missed your call earlier.

Hey, Claire Bear.

So, I had an interesting day at the
police station.

In fact, I'm starting to see why they
get under your skin.

Can I have a quick word?

Now? After what she's just put you
through? Why?

Must be about Elke.

Well, we can bring up the drugs, right?
We can use that against her.

Everything OK?

Yes.

Can you just keep an eye on the girls?

- Now?
- Yeah.

Sure.

OK, well, can we... let's get this over
with.

We'll see you there.

We want to publicly announce
that Roza is Elke's birth mother.

Oh, no, that is just never gonna happen.
Never.

You overdosed. You can't even look after
yourself, let alone a child.

Simon, we're going.

I helped you.

As I just helped you.

Simon.

Sit back down, Karen.

I suggest you take some time to consider
what's really best for everyone here.

Actually, the only thing I need to
consider is what's best for my daughter.

Over my dead body will you turn
her into an election issue. Simon!

So, have you told your wife about poor
Arty Cole?

What are you talking about?

There are photos. I did not do anything,
but it looks like I did,

and... the journalist who took them is
now dead.

Photos of what?

Of Roza, of me...

and of Elke.

You bastard!

The photos don't really matter, Karen.

What matters is that Simon was the last
person

to see the man who took them alive.

Oh, and the fact that they were taken

while your wife was trying to kill
herself with cocaine...

...that's not a concern to you?

We're keen to move on with
the next chapter of our lives,

and Elke's very much part of it.

She doesn't want a drug addict for a
mother.

She doesn't want a prison inmate for a
father.

And I'm sure Elke will understand

it was the pain of being separated
from her that drove me to it.

The whole nation will understand, if
need be.

Oh, you people are...

Don't. Don't!

Do you have any idea what it takes to be
a mother?

Thank you, Karen. I'm about to find out.

You're a monster.

I'm sorry, Simon, but Karen doesn't want
you here any more.

What the fuck are you up to?

Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Calm down.

Where the fuck is Cole's computer?

I put it in a skip way out west.

Just covering your tracks, bro.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- How did the cops get them?
- Cops?

I don't know. Maybe someone saw...

They saw the photos. The only reason I'm
here is because

Hallwright pulled some strings.

Oh, well, lucky you, eh?

Story of a lifetime.

I'm really sorry I wasn't better at
covering your arse.

Just wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.
That's all I'm saying.

Yeah? Well, you seem pretty fucking
comfortable in mine, living in my house

with my wife and my daughters.

Karen doesn't wanna be your wife,

and you're on pretty thin ice with your
daughters.

I mean, it looks like I'm the only ally
you got.

What the fuck are you doing?