01x01 - Episode 1

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♪ 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!

♪ It's
a wonderful life ♪

♪ It's a wonderful life ♪

♪ It's a wonderful life. ♪

No formal
identification has yet been made.

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

the 19-year-old daughter

of the British Trade
and Industry Minister...

Abigail Crawford.

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- You seen this?

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.

... by a
rock fisherman, not far...

- Why?
- High-profile case.

Hands across the ocean
and all that crap.

... how the
body came to be in the water.

The Sydney metropolitan
police are expected to make...

- Any evidence of foul play?
- A formal statement later today.

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

- ... of Abigail Crawford and her husband...
- Congratulations.

- Simon Chalcott.
- No, sir, I've...

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

DS Metcalfe will handle that.

Abigail
Crawford is considered to be

a close ally of
the Prime Minister.

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 m*rder,

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.

Greetings, everyone.

This is your captain speaking.

Our flight time to
Singapore this evening

is 13 hours and five minutes.

So do settle in and make
yourselves comfortable.

And we hope you have a
pleasant and relaxing journey.

That's clean, Sarge.

What, nothing?

You want to tell us
where you stashed it?

Do you want to suck my d*ck?

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...

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 m*rder.

This is a step in
the right direction.

I won't lie under oath.

Are you all right?

I mean, oh...

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

Max Drummond.

Detective sergeant.

He's on this flight.

He's in economy.

Detective Sergeant?

The Secretary of State suggested

I might want to
swap seats with you.

I can't believe you do.

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?

Uh...

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 m*rder*d?

I don't know.

Might have just been
a tragic accident.

So you could be
making a wasted trip.

I hope so.

If Sophie wasn't
m*rder*d, 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 m*rder 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 m*rder*d 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.

IVF even, but...

I think we may have
decided to give up.

You think you may have?

I used to think there could
be nothing worse...

than not having children.

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.

In a good way.

Wilful.

Even as a child.

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 f*ck'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.

Interesting, that's
your first thought.

All right. Well, keep it
for now, pending the autopsy.

I'm giving the case to Rob.

- What?
- You don't have the experience.

No, you can't.

You assigned ME.

Paea, would you give
us a moment, please?

Yes, sir.

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.

f*ck.

All right.

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

- Is that all, boss?
- Yes.

No. Uh... your liaison.

My what?

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.

- 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.
- We should get going.

Look, um, when you're ready.

Do I look all right?

Oh, you...

b*stards.

No, no.

Just leave that
there. Thanks. Yep.

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.

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 m*rder 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.

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.

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.

This your first time in
Australia, DS Drummond?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, my wife and I had
planned to come out before

'cause her sister
lives out here.

- Oh, yeah?
- A place called Rose Bay.

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.

Force of habit. Sorry.

All right.

Oh. No.

All right. 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.

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.

Excuse me a moment.

Mmm.

Depending on the
state of the body,

could be quite distressing.

We both want to see her.

They're ready for us.

That won't change
our final conclusion.

- Oh!
- Jesus.

This is Sophie, yes. Yes.

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 m*rder case.

If it's all right,
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.

I'll come to your hotel.

Meet you at the
bar. Eight o'clock.

All right. It's a date.

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

Apologise. I'll shut up.

Eight o'clock.

I, uh...

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.

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.

You didn't approve?

Abigail feared we would
lose our only child to Australia.

I wish he'd never come.

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.

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.

All right.

Please, guys, come in.

Do the police know
what's happened?

They say...

that Sophie was m*rder*d.

What?

Um... that's not...

- Jesus.
- Common knowledge yet.

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

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.

Simon.

Abigail. I am so
sorry for your loss.

She was a wonderful girl.

Thank you.

She was m*rder*d, Dad.

- m*rder*d?
- Yes.

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

Hello.

Uh, DS Max Drummond, from
the m*rder 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.

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.

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.

Sorry.

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

She, um...

I loved her.

I really loved her, Dad.

And she loved you.

Shh. Shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Sorry. I'd better get this.
- OK. It's OK.

Well, thank you, Mark.
I appreciate that.

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

Bye.

The Prime Minister
sends his condolences.

Uncharacteristically empathetic.

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.

I'll see you
in the morning.

Goodnight, Simon.

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?

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, all right. I'll call her.

Miss?

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

One of the other Marthas.

What are you doing tonight?

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.
- Anna?

I have to go.

Uh, call me tomorrow?

Love you.

Love you too.

Oh, my God.

I mean, like... it's
so scary to think

that could have been me.

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

Can I, like,
take a selfie in here?

Uh, no.

- Pretty please?
- No.

Bugger this.

Hey, thanks for coming in,
Erica. How are you holding up?

Uh, I don't think it's
really sunk in yet.

Yeah. It can take a while.

Look, uh, we'll be wanting to
take a look at Sophie's room.

Did you bring in a spare
set of keys for us?

Oh.

How long had you and
Sophie been flatmates?

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.

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?

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...

Sophie's flatmate, Erica.

Have we checked whether Sophie's
bank account has been used again?

Uh, no.

- sh*t.
- 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.

- 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.

All right.

He'd only want to come with us.

Who would?

- Jesus!
- Don't you ever lock your car?

Not in the police car. f*ck, 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?

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.

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?

Can be.

Might be nothing.

So you don't have it?

Does Dad?

No.

Because it's a
genetic condition.

If I have it, one
of my parents must.

Dad isn't my dad, is he?

Darling, there...

there must be some mistake.

That's
what I thought too.

And then...

I saw this.

You'd mentioned he was an
old friend of the family.

I googled him.

Nine months before I was born,
Greg Hardy was an employment lawyer

seconded to the TUC in London.

Just as a young
married researcher

was beginning her
career at Westminster.

He's my father, isn't he?

Sweetheart.

No.

So I am Sophie's father?

No. Simon is, and
always will be.

Then why are you telling me?

I thought you
had a right to know.

And I thought...

that I should warn you.

In case she told anyone else.

Erica?

Erica, are you there?
It's the police.

Erica?

She's not picking up.

Where's the Pom gone?

Remember, I'm here.

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

Bye-bye, now.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

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 m*rder.

No.

But we should check
it out.

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.

It's fine.

It's finished with.

She's gone home to
Tasmania for a couple of days.

Left a note for the cleaner.

They've got a cleaner?

That's gen Z for you.

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

Go ahead, 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?

Savings...

Give me a sec.

Holy sh*t.

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.
- 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.

If the PM does go,

I may be one of the
contenders to replace him.