Killing Time (2010) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
Fraser.
160822.
A lawyer in maximum security.
Somebody screwed you good and proper.
Alright.
Bend over and smile for the governor.
- Sector three coming through.
- Roger that.
What do we have here, boys? A pretty one! Shut up, Herami! - Hey! - Cut it out, Gorman.
Fresh meat.
Alright.
Get in there.
And hurry up.
Come and stand here.
One Camilleri.
One Dupas.
One Gorman.
One O'Malley.
One Herami.
One Oag.
One Dunas.
One Debarkus.
One Edmunds.
And one Fraser.
Let's go.
Oi.
Don't you dare turn your back on me.
Doggie.
What are you doing? Get up.
Dad, you look like one of the Teletubbies.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do, don't I? What happened to your face? Oh Oh, nothing.
I, uh I had a bit of a fall in the shower.
Hey.
Have a good drive down, mate? Yeah.
- Yeah, it was fine.
- Yeah? Livvie, give that to Dad.
Mum had to take the brand off.
She nearly killed us.
I had to unpick the logo while I was driving.
You alright? Yeah, I'm fine.
- No, I mean, are you - I know what you mean.
Have you, um Have you got enough money? Yeah, your Uncle Malcolm has said he'll pay for the kids' school fees.
And, um Your sister's gonna pay for your phone calls and your papers.
Oh, well.
I suppose if it makes her feel better.
Bloody phone calls cost an arm and a leg.
Are you getting any more grief at school, mate? No.
Oh, good.
Are you coming home soon, Dad? Oh, g'day, Barry.
Chris and I are having a drink at stumps.
You want to join us? - Yeah, alright.
- How'd you go this morning? - Well, I got the adjournment.
- You're kidding.
- No.
- On what grounds? Incomplete disclosure.
Prosecutor withholding documents.
That sort of shit.
Worked a charm.
Oh, shit.
G'day, guys.
Andrew Fraser.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I was just, uh just held up at another bloody meeting.
Secretary said you were out to lunch.
- Right.
Uh, come into my office.
- No, we've got to go now.
Well, how about I come to you? - What about tomorrow? - No.
- Come Saturday about 6:00.
- OK.
- Righto.
I'll see you then.
- Excuse me.
Andrew.
Sorry.
- Yeah? - Mrs Pettingill and her son are in your office.
No appointment, but they're very keen to see you.
- OK.
Tell her I'm on my way.
- My God.
Not Kath Pettingill? Oh, come on, Barry.
Business is business.
We're sick and tired of all the raids.
Coppers can call it what they want.
We call it harassment.
- It's not against the la - I haven't finished.
So there's no way we're gonna let 'em in so they can tramp through our houses without a warrant.
- Houses? - We have property, Mr Fraser.
We're not idiots.
We don't piss our money up against the wall.
Anyway.
Coppers trashing everything, throwing all our hard-earned - Crawling all over the place.
- No way to treat people.
We got tired of it, eh? So we start asking around.
Now, your name, it come up like a duck's arse.
Got a couple of warrants.
Oh.
OK.
I'll have a look into these.
Uh If it ever happens again, just give us a bell, any time, day or night, and I'll sort it out.
- We want someone to turn up.
- Oh, I'll do more than turn up.
I'll follow them around, I'll check their warrants, I'll advise each and every occupant of their rights and ensure that they get representation.
In short, any arsehole detective who shows up will get harassed out the front gate by me personally.
What do you charge? Oh, I'd have to work that out.
But I want all your work, OK? Anything you can throw me.
I'll make sure that you get top priority, you and any associates that you'd like to send my way.
That's the sort of thing we want to hear.
Well, for the kind of service that we need you'd expect a retainer.
OK.
Well You've got my card.
We want more than your fuckin' card, Mr Fraser.
We want you, body and soul.
The other partners are a little edgy about the low-rent clientele cluttering the place.
Stuff 'em.
That's what I like about you, always ready to conciliate.
No, I think there's a niche here, a big, fat one.
That niche is scaring the shit out of our regular clientele.
They need committed representation and they pay on the knocker.
Better than most of the stiff shirts who come in here after they've embezzled the company profits and want us to negotiate a plea.
- G'day, Chris.
- Just in time for a glass.
We're discussing Knackers and his latest venture.
Hardened criminals on premises isn't a very good look, mate.
So doctors shouldn't have to deal with cancer, pus and death? Come on.
They may be crooks, but they have their rights.
No, I want to fight for 'em.
I want to Get in the ring, pull on the gloves, on call 24 hours a day.
- Thought about home visits? - Yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll try anything.
You know we'll stick our neck out for you, Knackers.
You're the future of this firm.
You've been with us a long time.
I wouldn't want to lose all the bloody sweat and good claret that I've poured into you.
So, uh any movement on the, uh, partnership? Don't worry about that.
We'll watch how this new stuff turns out.
You keep the animals out of reception and the bullion rolling in and we will see.
- You can't have it both ways.
- Yes, you can.
You're a lawyer.
Thought you gentlemen might like some cheese.
- Can I get you something else? - No, we're fine, thanks, Sue.
Go, Frase.
Go, Frase.
Go, Frase! Go! Please.
Fuck.
Hang on.
Andrew Fraser.
Yeah.
You said I could call you any time, so I'm calling you.
- I'm at your service.
- Yeah, I need you to pop round.
OK.
OK.
I'm on my way.
OK.
- Who is this prick? - He's Fraser.
Andrew Fraser.
- Fuck.
He's a lawyer.
- Oh, God.
- He's a lawyer, mate.
- Bloody lawyers, mate.
Lawyers are dickheads.
Never done a single thing for me.
He comes highly bloody recommended.
Oh, shit, Vic.
Just chill out, mate.
He's alright.
- Dennis? - What? - This bitch, what's she doing? - She bought a foil.
Oh, God, here we go.
Bloody scumbag junkies.
You shit me.
She only got out last week.
Where'd she get the money to buy stuff from you? - On her back at your place.
- She's not working for me.
Where'd she get the money from, eh? How do you know she's not working for the cops? Why didn't you tell me? Shit! Oi, you, get out! Eh! Helga! Get out of here! Get up! Get up! Oi, dickhead.
Come on.
Get out! Get her out of here! Come on! Get her out of here! - What do you want? - G'day, mate.
Andrew Fraser.
I'm here to see Dennis.
Helga, come on! Wake up! Eh! Helga! She vomited on the bloody carpet! - Hey, Dennis.
- What?! There's a Mr Fraser out the front for you.
Shit! Alright, alright.
Tell him to wait.
We'll get her out the back.
Come on.
Oh, Mum, give us a hand! Shit, grab her legs.
Just wait.
Jesus Christ! I've got to put up with this shit! Now piss off! Calm down, Dennis.
Hey, g'day, Dennis.
You wanted to see me? - Yeah, mate.
Not a good time.
- You just called me.
Yeah, look, I know.
Look, something's come up.
- You don't want to see me? - I do.
My brother's in trouble.
I want you to sort it out.
But I can't talk.
I'll call you.
- She's coming back.
- She's coming back alright.
I said piss off! Mum, send Jase out here.
She'll be right.
Dennis'll give her a shot of speed.
- Maybe he might need some help.
- He'll get her up, outta here.
It's bad advertising, junkies passing out on the street.
That's when people complain.
I would.
If she's not alright in half an hour, she should go to Emergency.
No fuckin' way.
Dennis wants to see you.
Come on.
Hey, mate.
Go down river, get a bucket of water.
Just do it! - What are you doing? - Give us the water.
Come on, open her gob.
Right.
Somewhere in your head, you got to dig a hole and bury this.
Grab her legs.
We think we might renovate the kitchen.
Maybe it's time to move.
That is not a practical suggestion.
It mightn't be practical, but, look, you'll nearly pay as much for a new kitchen.
Who wants to stay in one house all their life anyway? You know, got to keep things moving, Dad.
Make things happen.
Your sister's been offered a place teaching law.
What's wrong with doing it, Sally? Coming from someone who barely got through school and failed to go to university, that makes a lot of sense.
- I got through my law course.
- By 1%.
Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.
- When do you start at uni? - Hey, I've got a new client.
Big heroin dealer.
Dennis Allen.
Mad as a bloody meataxe.
Lot of business there, Dad.
What, keeping heroin dealers out of jail? That's nice.
Well, any time you want to compare incomes, Sally.
I might grab some wine, I think.
Mate, stick 'em up! Oh, shit! What, is that real? Course it's bloody real.
Yeah, little Vietnamese guy next door, he's dropping rubbish in the back lane.
We thought we needed something to get through the language barrier.
- Oh, sorry about the other day.
- That's OK.
You right to talk? Yeah, yeah.
My brother Victor, he's in trouble.
The cops think he's up for a robbery.
They're looking for him.
- Oh, yeah? What are the charges? - Oh, screw this.
Hey! Victor, get your arse back here! Who are ya? - Andrew Fraser, mate.
- This is Mr Fraser, my lawyer.
Oh, great.
Just what we need.
Another fancy-arsed lawyer come round to extract the gold right out from our fuckin' teeth.
Mate, I love lawyers.
You know what I like to do with lawyers? I like to pay 'em all with a bit of lead.
You're not being very nice.
You say hello to Mr Fraser.
I don't need a lawyer.
I'll tell you why I don't need one.
Because that job was over two years ago.
Plus I didn't do it.
- The cops ain't got me yet! - Fuck you, Victor! Fuck you! Fuck you! No, they have been crawling all over here looking for you! I don't need the heat! Look, if one more fuckin' cop comes here looking for ya, I'm gonna tell 'em where you are, OK? - OK.
Dennis.
It's OK, mate.
- Shit! Don't worry about it, mate.
Uh Eh, I, uh I got you an adjournment on one of your warrants, mate.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, you've been a busy boy.
G'day, guys.
- It's a nice clubhouse.
- We like it.
I've read the brief.
I know where we're going with this.
It's gotten worse.
Prick's got cops crawling all over us.
Pulled over Gus the other day, told him to plead guilty.
- If I got my hands on this - Don't say another word.
- I'll be obliged to act.
- Gus is not pleading guilty.
Anton, you're not listening to me, mate.
Hold it there.
So I can tell you what I think your instructions might be.
I wasn't gonna give you any instructions.
It's your job to work out what to do, isn't it? Yeah, that's right.
So, um Let me give you a few options.
Have you have you seen this medical report? Hang on.
He's a slopehead that needed to be taught Hey, hey, hey.
Let me finish.
Alright.
Now, it's agreed by several witnesses that Mr Nguyen was assaulted by a member of the Iron Bloods, resulting in several fractures and three weeks in hospital.
But only Mr Nguyen asserts that Gus 'The Dog' McDermott was the assailant.
Now, look, I'm not interested in what actually happened or, you know, who did bloody what to whom.
I'm only interested in what the cops can prove.
So I'm assuming that your instructions to me will be that Mr Nguyen is mistaken in his assertions and that Gus is not guilty.
Well, that's exactly right, Mr Fraser.
OK.
Righto.
Well, the Crown's gonna lead off with this.
The prosecutor's office advises they'll be using enlargements.
That's a bit over-the-top, isn't it? Yeah, well, somebody's certainly done a number on him.
That's bullshit, mate.
I hardly touched him.
Yeah.
Look I believe you.
Others mightn't.
Um It's gonna be tough.
Well, that's your game, isn't it? Now Grab a seat.
Hey, mate.
Hey, um What were you wearing the day that Nguyen was attacked? What we're wearing now.
What do you think? OK, stick to your story.
Hey, Gus.
I don't want you even in the court.
OK? I'll get permission for you to sit outside, with the members, but I want all the other members there, alright? - Do we all have to wear suits? - Oh, shit, no.
- No? - You don't want to wear suits.
Wear what you got on now.
You're proud members of the Iron Bloods motorcycle club.
Alright? Andrew Fraser.
No, no, no, Dennis.
It's OK, mate.
Alright.
Where is he? OK.
OK, I'm on my way, mate.
'Bye.
Hey, I've been waiting for an hour.
Where's my client? Come on.
G'day, Victor.
- Hey, what's the story? - He fell over.
Then his face hit against the young constable's What a load of bullshit! We'll get you out on bail, mate.
Mate, with this pig, I wouldn't even waste my bloody time.
- What was the touch-up for? - What do you reckon? I told the prick nothing.
Good.
Fuckin' arseholes.
You doing alright? Not really, mate.
- Thanks for coming down, George.
- Good to see you again, Andrew.
Victor, this is the bail justice.
We've charged Victor Peirce with one count of armed robbery, one count of aggravated assault and two counts of discharging a weapon with intent to kill.
- Bullshit.
It's a fit-up.
- We'll be pleading not guilty.
What happened to your face? I was interviewed by the police.
Me face was just fine before that.
- Injuries were self-inflicted.
- Yeah, we're applying for bail.
We're obviously opposing bail.
This prisoner is a violent and committed criminal.
To release him would be asking for trouble.
- He'd be out in a flash.
- Oh, that's outrageous.
My client has extended family.
He's married with children.
The allegations against my client are from a dead case more than two years old.
The only evidence appears to be a single print on an object that may or may not be related to the case.
There's no witnesses that identified my client.
There's no surveillance that suggests my client was even in the area at the time.
We'll argue that the case has nothing going for it except the prejudice of those involved in the investigation.
And I'm sure you can prove that? George.
I've got a damn sight better chance of proving my case than they have theirs.
No, my client's not going anywhere.
Look at his face.
That's how desperate they are for evidence.
What else is gonna happen to him? I'm sorry, Senior Detective, I'm going to grant bail.
- Strict reporting conditions.
- He's a professional criminal.
Your client will be required to report twice daily to the police station nearest his place of residence.
Is that understood? Yeah.
Thanks, George.
Alright? It's all in a day's work, mate.
Jesus Christ.
Hey, Vic.
Fuckin' lawyers, eh? Hey, youse can all piss off.
I'm not doing a deal with cops and I ain't going to court.
If he says you're going to court, you're going to court.
- I didn't do it, Den.
- Let's agree on that.
Word from the DPP is one of the detectives said you made certain admissions.
How many times I got to tell you? I told the pigs nothing.
Yeah, we're not out of the woods yet, mate.
What about all the money Dennis has been shovelling the cops? I mean, surely they owe us a bloody favour.
Well, they don't owe you a fuckin' favour, do they? - Why not? You pay 'em enough.
- Yeah, fuckbrain.
I pay them to keep away from me.
You write your own cheques.
Anyway, your cops are Armed Rob.
They don't do favours, eh? - No, they just kill people.
- Hey, Victor.
All I need you to do is stay out of trouble until I work out what else they got, OK? Look, I know what jobs I did, OK? And I never did a job in Frankston.
It's a long, long way away.
You don't know what's out there.
OK.
Well, then, we're as sweet as a nut, then.
Want to see something? Hey, I had the cops crawling all over this place yesterday.
Took away a couple of kitchen knives and a bag of aspirin, eh? Arseholes.
- There's this week's pay.
- Thanks, mate.
They're up there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's where the fuckin' cops are.
See 'em? Beady eyes.
Drinking coffee.
Watching me.
Whoa.
Arseholes.
As I understand it, the Iron Bloods were out on a run when a van driven by Mr Nguyen swerved in front of you.
Little prick couldn't drive.
The witness will refrain from using that language.
Sorry, Your Honour.
He continued on, and when your members tried to overtake him, he decided to change lanes, without indicating.
He's nearly killed the fuckin' sergeant-at-arms.
Sorry.
The Iron Bloods pursued him until he pulled over Yeah.
Just to give him some advice about his driving.
And when Mr Nguyen got out of the vehicle, he was assaulted by certain members of your club.
No, just one member.
And he was provoked.
- You admit he was assaulted? - Yeah.
But I can't remember who done it.
I was on the ground, and I could hear them laughing as he was kicking me.
Now, the prosecutor's shown us the terrible injuries that you suffered.
Yes.
You must have covered your face in such an attack? Yes.
But I saw him beat me.
I saw him coming to me.
I saw him hit me.
Did you cover your eyes? On the ground.
When I was on the ground and being kicked.
And then I was unconscious.
But you can remember the man who attacked you? Yes.
You were attacked by someone, Mr Nguyen.
I have no doubt that that's true.
Probably a member of the Iron Bloods.
There were witnesses who saw members of the Iron Bloods surrounding.
The trouble is, Mr Nguyen, the only evidence we have that it was my client is yours.
Yes.
Mmm.
Do you think you'd be able to identify him one last time? Oh, yes, of course.
Would you be prepared to take part in a line-up right here in the court? A line-up? There were other members of the club there that day, and I'd like, with the court's indulgence, to ask my client to take part in a line-up and then ask Mr Nguyen to pick out the man who assaulted him.
Is this gonna take long? No, we're all ready to go.
I believe the officers ensured my client's included in the line-up.
Who assaulted you, Mr Nguyen? I can't tell.
They all look the same.
So he's in the witness box, he's been kicked in the head half-a-dozen times and he can remember everything, until I organise a line-up.
Can't believe it.
He's looking at bikies in their helmets and riding gear.
- He's got absolutely no idea.
- This is the man who was bashed? - Mmm.
- Hardly fair.
- What about your ethics? - Ethics? But you tricked him.
What am I supposed to do? Hold his hand and pass around a hat? Come on! Let's not get into the truth-and-justice bullshit.
It's a game.
Some of us are born to make the rules.
Others to break them.
There's no justice in losing.
Anyway.
How else can us silver tongues, with our silver spoons, make a living? What an extraordinary attitude.
Getting my new car tomorrow, Dad.
It's one of Germany's finest.
It goes like the clappers.
I reckon I'm gonna snap a few necks as I go by.
You are such a narcissist, Andrew.
Hey, Dennis.
- Poofters are at it again! - Yeah? Yeah, I know you bastards.
I assume you got a warrant.
Oh, yeah.
Don't worry your little face about that.
He's got the warrant.
Tell your mates in there to take it easy.
It's been listed.
Anything broken will have to be replaced or paid for.
Hey, what is it this time, mate? Hey, Jase! Get that fuckin' warrant.
- Nice car.
- Yeah, it's a 911.
- Goes like the clappers.
- Yeah.
Kraut engineering, eh? It's a druggie's car, mate.
- Yeah? How's that? - You ever seen 'The Big Chill'? Yeah, William Hurt drove one of these, the drug pusher.
- Hey, Dennis? - Yeah? Helga Wagnegg? Eh? Look, mate, I don't know nothing about it, you know.
She come in for a taste and ODs.
If I knew anything, but I I don't.
She does this, uh this fuckin' swallow dive in the street, you know, so so Mum, she take her out the back.
The bitch OD'd.
I don't know nothing about what happened, but when she died, someone decided to ditched that slut in the river.
Well, you know there'll be a coroner's inquest? - Oh, let them get on with it.
- But you'll have to go to it.
No, I don't.
They're giving me a hard time, but you're gonna fix it for me.
That's what I'm paying you for.
The jury have been generous in their consideration of this matter.
It involved a labyrinth of circumstantial and forensic detail.
In the end, the evidence, as it was presented, relied upon absolute trust in the word of the police, and it is clear the jury accepted their version of events.
Victor Peirce, having found you guilty, this court has the duty of dispensing justice.
You are sentenced to four years jail with a 2-year non-parole period.
This is your fault! You said this wouldn't fuckin' happen! So how's everyone going? I'm sorry things turned out like that.
- Oh, I won't stay.
- Mate, you just got here.
- I popped in to pay my respects.
- You paid 'em.
We paid you a shitload and what did we get? Mum, that's not nice.
Fraser, he gave it his best shot.
- No, you're disappointed.
- You're so high-and-mighty.
Even with one eye, I can see you're useless.
You need to stop them.
What you do? Pissed all over my husband.
Now he's in jail.
Now fuck off out of here.
Andrew.
- I've got an idea for an appeal.
- I wouldn't worry.
Victor can do two years easy.
Oi, Khoa! How's it going, mate? Good to see ya.
He's been through the wars, that bloke.
Bought him a fuckin' TV set, hey? Didn't have one.
Believe that? Nice bloke.
Never says boo.
Oh, mate, it's good of you to help him out.
Are you Dennis Bruce Allen? You know who I am.
Consider yourself served.
Cocky.
What's it say? It's a summons to appear at Helga Wagnegg's coronial.
- I ain't fuckin' going.
- Hey, Dennis.
- Bullshit.
If you don't show up to the inquest, the coroner can send you straight to trial - murder.
- Bullshit.
- I can't help you unless you do the coronial.
Already been over this, mate.
See ya.
I want to pick my silks without consultation unless unless I think there's a need for a second opinion.
It is professional to consult with your peers, especially when they're senior partners in the firm.
Listen, if I'm out there flogging my backside, I don't want to have to keep coming back to justify every argument I make in court.
And, uh And I want separate billing.
You know, so everyone can see the contribution my criminal work makes to the firm.
And how long is this experiment gonna last, Andrew? Oh, Chris.
Business is roaring in.
Oh, while I'm on a roll, I, um I need a junior, and, um Look, I wouldn't mind a decent expense account.
I'm going places, gentlemen.
Behold and weep.
Oh, come on.
Oh.
Oh, finally.
Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all week.
It's a bad time to call.
I'm watching a movie.
Hey, Dennis, we've got to talk.
I've received the I can't talk now.
I've received the coroner's brief on Helga Wagnegg.
Yeah.
It's, uh not looking good.
The autopsy revealed that Helga didn't drown.
You know, at least not in a river.
She, um She had enough heroin in her blood to kill three men, mate.
Dennis? Hey Dennis.
Dennis, you there? Alright.
Alright what? Alright, let's go to the coronial inquest.
OK.
OK, great.
Righto.
Well, I'll pick you up, hey? - See you at nine o'clock.
- Well, if you like.
Mate, this is this is a load of shit.
Just look at it.
We've got to get our stories straight.
What are you doing? I spent all night bloody getting those ready for you.
- Yeah, you wasted your time.
- Come on, mate.
I don't want to pay for this.
- Come on, Dennis.
Come on, mate.
Let's just get in there.
Come on, Dennis.
Jesus! Shit! I told you I wasn't gonna go to court today.
You stick with me.
We're gonna do a lot of good shit together.
We'll beat these bastards.
Un-fuckin'-believable.
Once you get the taste for quality, a glass is all you need.
Oh, is that right? You should tell my old man.
He drank anything, good or bad.
Did it kill him? Oh, sort of.
Uh No, then one day, he just gave up.
Not that my mother gives him any credit.
That's important to you, isn't it? What's that? Credit.
Oh, I think it's important to everybody.
You seem to need it more than most.
What, is that a problem? Could be.
The others have decided to wait a while before we consider the partnership situation.
episode 2 start re synr georgekk2 Don't you turn your back on me, doggie.
Eye's looking better.
You know he's gonna come back, don't you? Yeah, well, I don't understand why.
I didn't do anything.
Yeah, well, that's the problem, isn't it? What you been in now? A week? Two? Who do you talk to? Nobody.
That's who.
Nobody's gonna talk to me.
You want a fuckin' invitation? I let you sit down with me and Pete's crew.
You better start talking to someone soon.
You don't get by in here without mates.
Over there with them or with us.
Fraser? Lewis.
- Welcome to boob.
- Yeah.
Hey, h-how'd you know I was in here, mate? You're famous, Fraser.
It's what you always wanted.
Seven years, mate.
I'm not gonna make it.
Just do what you have to do.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But most important, stay small.
Just stay small.
They've put me in a unit with rock spiders and serial killers.
- That's protection for you.
- I've got to get out of here.
Let me know when you find a way.
- I'm not gonna make it, mate.
- Yes, you are, mate.
Just got to find some friends in there.
Got to learn to take a punch.
Get close to someone.
No, mate.
I'm No, I'm not gonna make it.
re synr georgekk2 d In the door, looking up while you're coming down d No-one makes a sound d There's a whisper in my ear d Play reggae, you arseholes! Play some reggae, you soft-cock bastards! - Hey! You do requests? - Yeah.
Yeah, play reggae or I'll shoot your fucking cock off.
We don't know any reggae.
- You're a muso.
Make it up.
Feel the rhythm in your feet, the music in your soul.
- You can do it, can't you? - Yeah.
- G'day, mate.
- Mate.
- How you going? - Eh.
Good band.
Yeah.
Lobbed in from fuckin' Jamaica, eh? - Maybe they have to be black.
- Yeah.
Are you sure you want to talk about this here? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, uh, you work with any bikies? - I do work with a lot of people.
- You know the Iron Bloods? - Oh, maybe.
- Hey, well, you do or you don't.
Hey, Dennis, mate, I don't talk to anyone about your business.
Yeah, well, they're arseholes, mate.
They're running me out of the business.
I've got overheads.
Look, mate, what I want you to do is a Oh, shit.
Trevor! Oi! - Go tell 'em to shut up.
- Shut up! What I want you to do is tell me if you hear anything.
Tell you what? Well, if you hear anything.
That's all.
I don't trust bikies.
Club comes first.
They're mad, mate.
Listen, you didn't tell me you were questioned last year about Wayne Stanhope.
Oh, yeah.
- Mate, must have forgotten, eh? - Yeah, well, the DPP didn't.
They want you to come in and answer a few questions.
Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen.
Yes, we can go in now voluntarily or wait till they issue a summons, and that means court.
Straight up.
It's murder.
It's not gonna go away.
I don't even know a Wayne Stanhope.
Your Honour, I ask to tender a medical report prepared by a psychiatrist, Dr Brian Withers.
I apologise.
We only received it this morning.
And it couldn't be included in the pre-session briefing.
I don't have a copy.
Now, you'll see at a glance that my client needs medical help, not a stretch in jail.
Your Honour, the accused has convictions for pickpocketing and petty theft that go back 30 years.
- I'll let you withdraw that.
- This man's record's - You will withdraw that.
- I apologise, I withdraw.
So, what you were saying, Mr Fraser, is that your client suffers from Alzheimer's.
Your Honour, my client has trouble remembering his name.
This is no longer a criminal matter.
It's a question of social justice.
Now, if he were given a bond or a non-custodial sentence, he might seek medical help and make himself useful to society.
I doubt it's possible any treatment could succeed to that degree.
Nonetheless, the court entertains the notion of a bond.
But if I see Mr Farrell back here any time soon, my memory will be crystal-clear and so will the sentence.
- This is my son, Anthony Jr.
- G'day, Anthony.
How are you? Good little thief already.
Oh, and you know Lewis Moran.
A scholar, a gentleman and the best crook I know.
You standing up for the working man again, Fraser? - Oh, always.
- He's a fuckin' genius, Lewis.
I'm gonna tell everyone what a prince you are, hey? Hey, you blokes.
This is the bloke that got me off.
- There you go.
My shout.
- I was going down cold.
Hey, mate, I'll have a, uh, champagne.
Yeah.
Champagne.
- Just can't help myself, mate.
- Oh - Yeah, I know.
- G'day, boys.
Oh, Manny! This is the bloke I was telling you about.
- Andrew Fraser, Manny the Mutt.
- G'day, Manny.
And you know Lewis.
Andrew.
- Mushroom.
- Anyway, good to see you.
- Oh, you off, Lewis? - Sure thing at Moonee Valley.
Right.
- Manny's got a problem.
- It's like plumbing, Andrew.
You don't get a professional in to fix it, what starts off as a little leak turns into a flood.
- Alright.
So, what's leaking? - Been framed for an armed rob.
Three years ago.
That sounds like a cold case to me, mate.
Yeah, it's getting warmer.
Called me in for a committal.
OK.
Look, I'm your man, but I can't talk now.
Give my secretary a bell, we'll sort out a time to meet, OK? Good to meet you, Manny.
Hey, Mushroom? I'll see you around, mate.
See you, mate.
So, now, Andrew.
You're everyone's favourite lawyer.
I wouldn't say everyone's.
No, that's alright.
Some members of the local constabulary play darts with your face.
Hey, uh, I might be doing a spot of work for Manny the Mutt.
How does it work out with you and Manny? Work out? What, you're not in business together? What sort of a fuckin' question's that? Sometimes I have a shoe he can polish, OK? I'm sorry, Lewis? I don't deal drugs.
Oh, come on.
Everyone does drugs.
We don't work together.
Like your friend Dennis Allen.
Life's too short.
Right.
It's better to be your own boss.
Listen, Manny's got his own show.
We don't need each other.
Maybe one day, we might.
And Dennis Well, he's a psycho dressed up as a clown.
Come on.
You're talking about my gold-plated number one client.
He's a dog.
An informant.
That carries its own risks.
What, are you saying he's a police informant? He's been known to trade.
Could be the reason you look so good in court.
I mean, maybe you think you're lucky.
Maybe Mr D has friends whispering his name in the back rooms.
Everything helps in this game.
Yeah, they're both good for business.
That's for you to decide.
Go on, piss off.
Go on home, mate! - Go on, piss off! - Pay your debts! Yeah, what for, mate? What for? Huh? Piss off, you fat monkey.
Go on, piss off.
Anton wants his money! - Oh, piss off.
- Hey, Dennis! What's going on? Hey, listen to these cockheads.
They sell me useless shit, now they come looking for money.
This shithead dog thinks he doesn't have to pay his debts! I'd pay it if I could sell it, but it's fuckin' Ajax! These pricks are trying to run me out of business! This isn't a very good idea.
Lot of people live around here.
What if someone gets hurt? Only dickheads gonna get hurt around here are these bastards! - Hey, Dennis, Dennis! - Yeah, come on, cockhead.
Pull the fuckin' trigger.
Piss off! Hey, hey, hey! Gus, Gus! Jesus, mate! Put 'em down! Dennis.
Put the thing down.
We'll be back, Allen.
Who are you working for? Gus? You even know his name! - A good way to end up dead.
- Well, I told you.
They're trying to shut me down.
They own all the suppliers now.
- And they're mates of yours.
- Hey, Dennis, Dennis.
I don't want to hear about it.
Your business is your business.
But I'll tell you this.
If you don't sort this shit out, mate, you'll end up dead.
You just remember who's paying your bills.
Shouldn't you be at school? Uh, excuse me, sir.
Can you just hold up a second? Yeah, I know the owners.
- Name them.
- Yeah, I'm Andrew Fraser.
- Good.
You know somebody's name.
- Andrew Fraser.
Valued customer.
Is that your personal assessment? The owner's name's Alex Vasiliou.
- He's the manager.
- What's the difference? Ask the owner.
What, I suppose you sharpen knives for a hobby, do you? Go on.
Have fun.
Go on.
- Oh, my God.
- Mmm? Mate, one night a week's fine, but 4? You're killing my liver.
Oh, you just got to know how to pace yourself, Case.
Only time Fraser paces himself is when he's dead to the world.
You're talking to someone who runs 400 metres every weekend against all comers I know how to pace myself.
There she is, mate.
What do you think? She's bloody hot.
Yeah.
Go and ask her if she wants to join us for a drink.
No, you're right.
She is.
Phew! She's hot.
Alright.
Fuck it.
I'm doing it.
- Check this out.
- All the best.
Let's see how this pans out.
My name's David Casey.
Oh, that's a start.
So the judge says, "Mr Fraser, you're a rude person.
" I said, "Well, how would you know, Your Honour? "You've been asleep for the last four days.
" I said, "Frankly, we've been running this trial, "and you've bloody snored your way through it.
" Well, he didn't come back the next day.
We started over again three weeks later.
- Why didn't you wake him up? - Oh, you never wake up a judge.
Ruins the chance of a retrial.
Oh, you've heard this all before, haven't you? - Fraser knows a lot of jokes.
- Is that right? When he's in the mood, he can have you in stitches for hours.
- That is right.
- Oh.
All talk, no action, huh? Oh.
Wouldn't you like to know? Well, um ladies.
It's been a pleasure.
Mate, I gotta go.
Hey! Come on, mate.
We're just getting started.
- Have a good one.
- Hey, never slacken, troops.
- Where's the Anzac spirit? - See you, mate.
Will you take me home, Fraser? Actually, I have to finish up as well, so thank you for the drinks.
Thanks.
- See you round.
- Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
I told you they were pricks.
I got half a kilo of shit off those Iron Bloods.
I wouldn't put it up a dog's arse.
They're trying to fuckin' stitch me up, you know.
I still got the cops.
They're around here every fuckin' day.
I should ask them to pay rates, chip in for gas, electricity.
It's giving me the shits, Mr Fraser.
And now I've just got another summons.
Hey, Jase, get that fuckin' summons.
Mate, it is one thing after a-fuckin'-nother.
Those cops, they breed like flies, eh? You know, I pay them to stay the fuck away and then some prick here come along, slips that shit to me while I'm standing out the front.
Yeah, Wayne Stanhope.
I told you this'd happen.
Fucked if I have got to keep track of every fuckin' prick killed in Melbourne.
Look, I can't have this.
I have got big problems.
You know, I've got the Iron Bloods are cutting off my buyers.
My brother's in jail.
I don't blame you, not like Mum, for putting Victor away.
- You did everything you could.
No doubt they're after you.
That is the stupidest thing I ever heard anyone ever say, and it came out of your gob.
Course they're after me they're all around the place, listening and fuckin' watching.
I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to keep making payments to the bent coppers when the straight ones keep cutting my throat? The Russians, mate, they designed this thing to work in the snow, Mr Fraser.
This will work under fucking water! I know you're up there, you arseholes! Jo, can you pop that back there? Thanks.
Little boy lost? I'd try to phone, but thought it'd be easier to see you rather than ring you up.
- You don't have my number.
- No.
That's another reason.
And why would you be calling me? Did you leave something behind the other night? No, I thought I'd apologise for my friend David the other night.
David was lovely.
So was your friend Lauren.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Lauren's lovely too.
She's a secretary that used to work at my firm.
- Oh, is that right? - Her and David go way back too.
- Oh.
Though you drove her home.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well - Lauren lives near where I live.
- Stop.
Stop digging yourself a hole.
So, um What, you wouldn't have a drink with me one night? No.
OK.
Well, uh How about a What about a walk? Just a walk, in a park? - You serious? - Yeah.
I used to come here all the time.
There's a conservatory there with a South American section.
Beautiful rebaudiana flowers.
Stunning.
My favourites, though, are the the natives.
You can't go by an Australian native.
How would you like a garden this big? I don't get a chance to do much gardening or, uh, anything else, for that matter.
Never know when the phone's gonna ring and I'm off to some poky little lockup across town to try and get some client bail.
You haven't told me much about yourself.
Well, I would if you ever drew breath.
What, are you saying I should shut up? Oh, I'm sorry.
Um So, what else do you do? Besides keeping style tragics out of nightclubs? Yeah.
I'm an industrial advocate for Chamber of Manufacturers.
- Wow.
- That's my day job.
That's impressive.
Well, we're sort of in the same business, then.
Oh, I don't think so.
I try to keep people together.
- Lawyers tend to divide.
- Oh.
This is romantic, isn't it? Well, it was.
Till you mentioned it.
OK, but where did they round him up from? It's 3 years, Phil.
He must have a memory like a bloody elephant.
Surely it's not gonna hold up.
Yeah, righto.
'Bye.
- How much did that cost me? - Oh, don't worry about it.
Look, um we might have a problem.
The, uh The cops now have enough witnesses to go to trial.
Oh, bullshit.
They can't be talking about that slag from the supermarket.
They had her three years ago and she rolled.
Yeah, it looks as though she's rolled again, on top of you.
Hey, um Fill me in again what they ran with last time? A mate of mine did an armoured van, and they shot him dead.
They tried to drag me into it, but I was down at Rosebud.
- Mm.
And, uh and they had a witness? - Yeah.
A checkout chick who wouldn't know if her arse was on fire.
- And she changed her mind.
- She's not the only one.
The bloody cops have found another witness.
Oh, they're just dragging 'em out of their arse.
Yeah.
Yeah, probably.
I want you and I to get this thing watertight.
Alright? - Things are looking up.
- G'day, Anton.
- Who pays for this? - Oh, I do.
- Really? Or Dennis Allen? - Oh, he's one of my clients.
- So were we.
- Yeah, you still are.
Hey.
Our business is our business.
His is his.
You'd better be fuckin' right.
I suspect my life depends on it, does it? Yeah.
OK.
So you were pulled up at Wallan? Yeah, pulled us over, got us out, hands above the head, straight to the boot and Bob's your uncle.
- They knew it was there.
- Hey? How do you know that? Has Errol Flynn got a big dick? It was a set-up.
They knew more about the car than we did.
They knew how to open to open the the tool compartment.
- Hey, this is a lot of coke.
- Shit, yeah.
Wish we'd known it was there.
- Hey, whose car is this? - Borrow off a mate in Nambucca.
OK.
Eh, good.
Mate, you choose to work for these people.
Yeah, well, you refer them to me.
I just head them in your general direction, Andrew.
No, don't get me wrong.
It's good.
It's all good.
No, I'm finally where I want to be.
What, between an AK-47 and a shotgun? No, Dennis might be a psycho, but he's bloody good publicity.
What about the Iron Bloods? Dennis is not gonna let you play both sides forever.
No, I don't take sides.
I'm not a team player.
I'm an athlete, Lewis.
It's me against all comers.
Hey.
- What's up with Manny the Mutt? - Oh, come on, mate.
- I can't talk about that stuff.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I understand.
OK.
Can they corroborate you were there? Oh, yeah, maybe.
Look, you know, I saw Stanhope.
It was a Friday, and then I pissed off for the weekend.
We've been through this.
The cops have you here that weekend.
- Stanhope's rego out the front.
- Well, he's a junkie.
He was lending off half the fuckin' street.
Probably a dozen punters out there wanted him dead.
We'll use that.
Gotta get your story straight before court.
- Oh, court ain't gonna happen.
- Can't keep a good man down! Hey-hey! Little brother, looking good.
A little pale, though.
Not much sun in prison, eh? G'day, Victor.
Good to see you out, mate.
Fraser.
- Welcome home, love.
We've missed you.
- G'day, Vic.
Jase, get him a drink.
What are you gonna have, love? - Hey, you got an orange juice? - Huh! Orange juice? Wha You, uh - You turn poofter in there? - He's a vego now.
Check out his muscles.
He's been working out every day.
That's good, 'cause holiday's over, mate.
We got work to do.
Actually, Denno, I got a few ideas of me own, and, um, it's got very little to do with scumbag junkies or shit drugs, let me tell ya.
Is that right? I got to run.
See you round.
Dennis, I'll give you a call.
- See you, Kath.
- Yeah, yeah.
Welcome home, mate.
Under the carpet, in the boot, in the tool compartment, we found 5.
3 kilos of off-white powder.
Got lucky.
Would you have a look at that for me, please? It's the registration papers of the search vehicle.
That's correct.
And under whose name is the car registered? Samuel Justin Belnaves.
Oh, will you take a look at that for me, please? - It's a list of convictions.
- For whom, Detective Thorn? Samuel Belnaves.
Starting at the top, read some of those convictions? "Possession, 14g of hashish, convicted February 3, 1983.
"Possession, commercial quantity of heroin, "convicted October 19, 1981.
" How many convictions, roughly, do you see for Mr Belnaves? - Possibly 9 or 10.
- So Mr Belnaves has a long history of dealing drugs.
My clients borrow his car.
When you borrow a car, do you always look in the boot? When you borrow a car? Not always! So the car belongs to Mr Belnaves.
He has many convictions for dealing drugs.
My clients borrow his car.
They don't look in the boot.
They have no convictions for drugs.
If justice is to be served here, these facts should be taken into consideration, don't you think, Detective? - I'm not judging the case.
- And a good thing too.
No further questions, Your Honour.
I was calling you all night! Where were ya? I was on a case that went to court today.
Just finished.
Yeah, I know.
I spoke to that bitch secretary of yours.
You was doing a bikie case, defending the same dickheads trying to destroy me.
- Dennis, business is business.
- No, it's not, Fraser.
You're my lawyer.
I pay you to help me.
I pay you a shitload to do it.
If you're not gonna help with my enemies, you can piss off! Mate.
Mate, if I had to drop all my clients that had a relationship with you, I'd have to go home.
Just do what I say, mate.
Pay 'em what you owe and get 'em out of your life, OK? I can't get involved in that shit.
You just gotta fix it up.
Hey, you're right.
Let's sort it out, yeah? Start afresh.
Yeah, you're fuckin' right.
You know it was cut, Anton.
I know it was cut.
But look.
I can still flog it, right? So, what about I give you 5 k? Hey, we got to stop this bullshit, right? We need each other.
There's enough fuckin' junkies out there for all of us, eh? You can't give me the cut shit.
Whatever it costs, I need pure.
Well, I can fix that.
We're gonna clean up, mate.
We're gonna clean up big-time.
Look, I got people, we're moving out to new suburbs, we're setting up supply lines all I need's the gear.
Don't need to worry about that, 'cause we can keep it coming.
Oh, good.
That's good.
Oh, well.
Well, let's have another one of these and you come back to mine and I'll grab you the cash.
A deal? Gathered the ball cleanly.
Spills out to Williams.
Turns onto his right.
Taps for goal.
Nowhere near it.
Jase! Want to grab Anton a drink? Hey, help yourself to pizza.
I'll just grab you the cash.
Ball's trapped in again.
Big pack of players around this ball.
Fuckin' Collingwood.
They're shit this year.
- Yeah.
- And he kicks towards goal! - Haven't got a hope.
- It's a miraculous goal! Look, we can agree to 2.
5%.
That leaves us no room for employing more people in landscaping and maintenance.
- That's our budget.
- Take it back to the members.
I doubt they'll agree.
The bottom line is four.
Oh, they'll agree if you agree.
You could put in a good word.
What about you put in a good word for us? Alright.
Well, we'll all meet back in a week.
None of us here are in a hurry to go bankrupt.
So thank you for coming, though.
Thanks.
'Bye.
Hello.
Is this an invitation for another walk? No.
I've got a better idea.
There you go.
Thank you.
I hated you when I first met you.
Pushing past all those paying customers.
I knew the boss.
Bloke's got to have some privileges.
Oh, you're an arrogant tosser.
Oh, come on.
You got to have a bit of mongrel in you.
- Really? - Yeah.
Prerequisite for survival in my family.
Mmm.
Sounds terrifying.
What, aren't all families like that? No.
Mine's not.
- Oh.
- No.
We laugh, we joke, we fight, but we support each other.
I'd love to see that.
Oh, play your cards right, you might one day.
Are you serious? OK, look, it's Denise, isn't it? If you play your cards right, I might take you up on that.
Dennis? I don't drink that stuff.
Now, what do you know about Anton Kenny? What about him? He was dragged out of the river this morning, in a drum.
Oh, shit, mate.
Is he alright? Don't play with me, Dennis.
- Well, what are you asking me? - Well I got a witness who says he saw you in the pub with Anton.
- You wouldn't know about that? - Yeah, he was.
We drank three jugs no, actually, four we ate pizza and he rode off on his bike.
Doing business with the Iron Bloods now? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right again.
Next? Don't shit me.
If you don't know what happened, find out.
Those bikies are mad, mate.
You know that.
They eat their own.
Look, I heard Kenny and his wacko shitbagger, they've warred over control for years it doesn't surprise me.
You better find a way to prove that before next Thursday.
What's happening next Thursday? You and me are gonna meet, every Thursday afternoon, and we're gonna chat.
What if I'm busy? Don't be busy.
Alright? - Andrew! Mate! Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, g'day, Dennis.
Sorry about the other week.
I was under a lot of pressure.
Hey, I was shut down on all sides for an adjournment on the Wayne Stanhope case.
I don't know why they bother.
Got nothing to do with me.
Yeah, well, the cops seem to think otherwise.
Thinking it and proving it, they're two different things.
Oh.
Hey.
Did you hear about the Bloods? - Uh, one of them, yeah.
- Yeah.
Man, they're brutal.
I was drinking with him that night before he went missing.
Oh, yeah, by the way, I, uh I patched that shit up with him, like you said.
Right, OK.
This is the schedule for the committal.
- Half is time-wasting by cops.
- But Daniels, mate.
He's come round, he's started asking questions about it.
- You spoke to Daniels about it? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
I just told him how it was, you know I do business with him.
Right.
OK.
Well, look, let's just concentrate on this, eh? Least, I used to.
Right.
OK.
Well, 12:00 Wednesday, alright? Oh, yeah.
Um 12:00 Wednesday.
Stanhope.
You pick me up? Yep.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Well, as you'd appreciate, firearms can be very dangerous.
Unfortunately, my client, Mr Allen's, found out the hard way.
Given your client's 14 firearm possession convictions, I think he should know better.
- No, true.
- If I hear anything to indicate that Mr Allen's wound was self-inflicted, I'll be adding contempt-of-court charges.
Yes, Your Honour.
Quite right too.
I'll be seeing you both in eight weeks.
I told you, didn't I, Fraser? I told you I wasn't going.
Well, you'll have to shoot the other one in two months.
That's when it's set down for.
Don't worry, I'll think of something.
You don't sound happy, Andrew.
No, I've been trying to work out our chances for an acquittal, but the the bloody cops have stitched us right up.
- You don't like the odds? - Mate, I never liked the odds.
But, uh Look, that checkout chick, she should be OK.
I found out which register she was working that day, and the window between her and where the van was robbed, it's covered in all these specials posters.
Oh, plus the van's 30 metres across the street.
Guess what.
She wears glasses.
It's Candy, right? Sorry? - Candy that's your name? - Yes.
Are those prescription glasses, Candy? The defence is trying to intimidate the witness.
Oh, come on, I've just started.
I see no reason to object as yet.
Perhaps the witness would like to take a moment.
I'm OK.
Mr Fraser? Mr Fraser! I have no further questions for Candy, Your Honour.
Mr Fraser? But I would like to call the arresting officer, DI Grabowski, to the stand.
Over the 4 months you allegedly carried out surveillance It's on the tapes.
It's no allegation.
It happened.
Well, we still have to take your word for that, Detective.
It's no allegation.
You're aware much of this case depends upon the reliability of police evidence? - You appreciate that? - It's on the tapes.
Tell me, Detective, are you a truthful man? What sort of a question's that? Well, it's probably the most important question you could ask.
So you tell the truth? Yes.
Are you carrying a gun in this court? Absolutely not.
You aware it's a serious offence to carry a weapon in this court? I'm aware of that.
Would you be so kind as to stand aside, raise your trouser leg and show the court your ankle? Your Honour, we'd like to ask that this case be discharged.
I think the writing's on the wall, Mr Fraser.
Since the case against your client appears to be built solely on the credibility of police witnesses, an application for discharge would have to be considered seriously.
I'll see counsel in chambers.
Let's call it a week's work, Andrew.
Very generous of you, Manny.
Hey, if you got a lazy afternoon, you can stay back, enjoy the company of a couple of beautiful ladies, eh? Well, that's very tempting, but, uh, I'm taken, thanks, Manny.
You ever want to indulge, bang a couple of girls, you want a bit of heaven, this is your calling card.
Stuff's pure.
If you want to be master of the universe.
I'll stay out of trouble until next time.
- Go on.
- Yeah, man.
So I've asked him a 3rd time, and he's still denying it.
You can see him.
He's deflating right there in the box.
So, finally, I ask him to stand up, show us his ankle.
Well, you should have seen the prosecution.
Were they bloody filthy or what? The judge judge throws the whole case out.
But the best bit, the jury then, the jury stand up, start applauding me.
- So what will happen to him? - Who, the cop? Nothing.
Nothing.
Slap on the wrist.
- For lying in court? - Yeah.
They do it all the time.
- It's incredible.
- Mmm.
What about Manny? He's looking at me as if I've pulled Christ off the cross.
- Was he guilty? - Who? Christ? No, I don't think so.
No.
Look, I I don't judge guilt.
I'm just there to offer them the best representation.
What if they're murderers? Well, I'm gonna assume that they're innocent.
- Really? - Yeah.
Look, they all lie.
Cops lie, witnesses lie.
- Even the odd judge lies.
- Do you lie? - No, well, I try not to.
- That sounds like a lawyer.
- That sounds like you.
- Since when? - Ah, last weekend.
- Oh, shut up.
Mum made a lemon tart last weekend and Ian came home drunk and ate the whole thing.
- I had a slice.
- Suggested we'd been burgled.
- Hey, where's the bathroom? - The dunny? - Down the hall, on the left.
- Right.
- Very exciting young man.
- He's pretty full-on.
- He's OK.
- Shut up! Oh, shit.
What are you doing? Oh, nothing.
- You want one? - No.
- What's wrong? - Oh, nothing.
I, uh Look, I'm just a bit nervous with the fam.
- My family really like you.
- Really? Yeah.
Mum really likes you.
And I really like you.
Just Just take care of me, Andrew.
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A lawyer in maximum security.
Somebody screwed you good and proper.
Alright.
Bend over and smile for the governor.
- Sector three coming through.
- Roger that.
What do we have here, boys? A pretty one! Shut up, Herami! - Hey! - Cut it out, Gorman.
Fresh meat.
Alright.
Get in there.
And hurry up.
Come and stand here.
One Camilleri.
One Dupas.
One Gorman.
One O'Malley.
One Herami.
One Oag.
One Dunas.
One Debarkus.
One Edmunds.
And one Fraser.
Let's go.
Oi.
Don't you dare turn your back on me.
Doggie.
What are you doing? Get up.
Dad, you look like one of the Teletubbies.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do, don't I? What happened to your face? Oh Oh, nothing.
I, uh I had a bit of a fall in the shower.
Hey.
Have a good drive down, mate? Yeah.
- Yeah, it was fine.
- Yeah? Livvie, give that to Dad.
Mum had to take the brand off.
She nearly killed us.
I had to unpick the logo while I was driving.
You alright? Yeah, I'm fine.
- No, I mean, are you - I know what you mean.
Have you, um Have you got enough money? Yeah, your Uncle Malcolm has said he'll pay for the kids' school fees.
And, um Your sister's gonna pay for your phone calls and your papers.
Oh, well.
I suppose if it makes her feel better.
Bloody phone calls cost an arm and a leg.
Are you getting any more grief at school, mate? No.
Oh, good.
Are you coming home soon, Dad? Oh, g'day, Barry.
Chris and I are having a drink at stumps.
You want to join us? - Yeah, alright.
- How'd you go this morning? - Well, I got the adjournment.
- You're kidding.
- No.
- On what grounds? Incomplete disclosure.
Prosecutor withholding documents.
That sort of shit.
Worked a charm.
Oh, shit.
G'day, guys.
Andrew Fraser.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I was just, uh just held up at another bloody meeting.
Secretary said you were out to lunch.
- Right.
Uh, come into my office.
- No, we've got to go now.
Well, how about I come to you? - What about tomorrow? - No.
- Come Saturday about 6:00.
- OK.
- Righto.
I'll see you then.
- Excuse me.
Andrew.
Sorry.
- Yeah? - Mrs Pettingill and her son are in your office.
No appointment, but they're very keen to see you.
- OK.
Tell her I'm on my way.
- My God.
Not Kath Pettingill? Oh, come on, Barry.
Business is business.
We're sick and tired of all the raids.
Coppers can call it what they want.
We call it harassment.
- It's not against the la - I haven't finished.
So there's no way we're gonna let 'em in so they can tramp through our houses without a warrant.
- Houses? - We have property, Mr Fraser.
We're not idiots.
We don't piss our money up against the wall.
Anyway.
Coppers trashing everything, throwing all our hard-earned - Crawling all over the place.
- No way to treat people.
We got tired of it, eh? So we start asking around.
Now, your name, it come up like a duck's arse.
Got a couple of warrants.
Oh.
OK.
I'll have a look into these.
Uh If it ever happens again, just give us a bell, any time, day or night, and I'll sort it out.
- We want someone to turn up.
- Oh, I'll do more than turn up.
I'll follow them around, I'll check their warrants, I'll advise each and every occupant of their rights and ensure that they get representation.
In short, any arsehole detective who shows up will get harassed out the front gate by me personally.
What do you charge? Oh, I'd have to work that out.
But I want all your work, OK? Anything you can throw me.
I'll make sure that you get top priority, you and any associates that you'd like to send my way.
That's the sort of thing we want to hear.
Well, for the kind of service that we need you'd expect a retainer.
OK.
Well You've got my card.
We want more than your fuckin' card, Mr Fraser.
We want you, body and soul.
The other partners are a little edgy about the low-rent clientele cluttering the place.
Stuff 'em.
That's what I like about you, always ready to conciliate.
No, I think there's a niche here, a big, fat one.
That niche is scaring the shit out of our regular clientele.
They need committed representation and they pay on the knocker.
Better than most of the stiff shirts who come in here after they've embezzled the company profits and want us to negotiate a plea.
- G'day, Chris.
- Just in time for a glass.
We're discussing Knackers and his latest venture.
Hardened criminals on premises isn't a very good look, mate.
So doctors shouldn't have to deal with cancer, pus and death? Come on.
They may be crooks, but they have their rights.
No, I want to fight for 'em.
I want to Get in the ring, pull on the gloves, on call 24 hours a day.
- Thought about home visits? - Yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll try anything.
You know we'll stick our neck out for you, Knackers.
You're the future of this firm.
You've been with us a long time.
I wouldn't want to lose all the bloody sweat and good claret that I've poured into you.
So, uh any movement on the, uh, partnership? Don't worry about that.
We'll watch how this new stuff turns out.
You keep the animals out of reception and the bullion rolling in and we will see.
- You can't have it both ways.
- Yes, you can.
You're a lawyer.
Thought you gentlemen might like some cheese.
- Can I get you something else? - No, we're fine, thanks, Sue.
Go, Frase.
Go, Frase.
Go, Frase! Go! Please.
Fuck.
Hang on.
Andrew Fraser.
Yeah.
You said I could call you any time, so I'm calling you.
- I'm at your service.
- Yeah, I need you to pop round.
OK.
OK.
I'm on my way.
OK.
- Who is this prick? - He's Fraser.
Andrew Fraser.
- Fuck.
He's a lawyer.
- Oh, God.
- He's a lawyer, mate.
- Bloody lawyers, mate.
Lawyers are dickheads.
Never done a single thing for me.
He comes highly bloody recommended.
Oh, shit, Vic.
Just chill out, mate.
He's alright.
- Dennis? - What? - This bitch, what's she doing? - She bought a foil.
Oh, God, here we go.
Bloody scumbag junkies.
You shit me.
She only got out last week.
Where'd she get the money to buy stuff from you? - On her back at your place.
- She's not working for me.
Where'd she get the money from, eh? How do you know she's not working for the cops? Why didn't you tell me? Shit! Oi, you, get out! Eh! Helga! Get out of here! Get up! Get up! Oi, dickhead.
Come on.
Get out! Get her out of here! Come on! Get her out of here! - What do you want? - G'day, mate.
Andrew Fraser.
I'm here to see Dennis.
Helga, come on! Wake up! Eh! Helga! She vomited on the bloody carpet! - Hey, Dennis.
- What?! There's a Mr Fraser out the front for you.
Shit! Alright, alright.
Tell him to wait.
We'll get her out the back.
Come on.
Oh, Mum, give us a hand! Shit, grab her legs.
Just wait.
Jesus Christ! I've got to put up with this shit! Now piss off! Calm down, Dennis.
Hey, g'day, Dennis.
You wanted to see me? - Yeah, mate.
Not a good time.
- You just called me.
Yeah, look, I know.
Look, something's come up.
- You don't want to see me? - I do.
My brother's in trouble.
I want you to sort it out.
But I can't talk.
I'll call you.
- She's coming back.
- She's coming back alright.
I said piss off! Mum, send Jase out here.
She'll be right.
Dennis'll give her a shot of speed.
- Maybe he might need some help.
- He'll get her up, outta here.
It's bad advertising, junkies passing out on the street.
That's when people complain.
I would.
If she's not alright in half an hour, she should go to Emergency.
No fuckin' way.
Dennis wants to see you.
Come on.
Hey, mate.
Go down river, get a bucket of water.
Just do it! - What are you doing? - Give us the water.
Come on, open her gob.
Right.
Somewhere in your head, you got to dig a hole and bury this.
Grab her legs.
We think we might renovate the kitchen.
Maybe it's time to move.
That is not a practical suggestion.
It mightn't be practical, but, look, you'll nearly pay as much for a new kitchen.
Who wants to stay in one house all their life anyway? You know, got to keep things moving, Dad.
Make things happen.
Your sister's been offered a place teaching law.
What's wrong with doing it, Sally? Coming from someone who barely got through school and failed to go to university, that makes a lot of sense.
- I got through my law course.
- By 1%.
Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.
- When do you start at uni? - Hey, I've got a new client.
Big heroin dealer.
Dennis Allen.
Mad as a bloody meataxe.
Lot of business there, Dad.
What, keeping heroin dealers out of jail? That's nice.
Well, any time you want to compare incomes, Sally.
I might grab some wine, I think.
Mate, stick 'em up! Oh, shit! What, is that real? Course it's bloody real.
Yeah, little Vietnamese guy next door, he's dropping rubbish in the back lane.
We thought we needed something to get through the language barrier.
- Oh, sorry about the other day.
- That's OK.
You right to talk? Yeah, yeah.
My brother Victor, he's in trouble.
The cops think he's up for a robbery.
They're looking for him.
- Oh, yeah? What are the charges? - Oh, screw this.
Hey! Victor, get your arse back here! Who are ya? - Andrew Fraser, mate.
- This is Mr Fraser, my lawyer.
Oh, great.
Just what we need.
Another fancy-arsed lawyer come round to extract the gold right out from our fuckin' teeth.
Mate, I love lawyers.
You know what I like to do with lawyers? I like to pay 'em all with a bit of lead.
You're not being very nice.
You say hello to Mr Fraser.
I don't need a lawyer.
I'll tell you why I don't need one.
Because that job was over two years ago.
Plus I didn't do it.
- The cops ain't got me yet! - Fuck you, Victor! Fuck you! Fuck you! No, they have been crawling all over here looking for you! I don't need the heat! Look, if one more fuckin' cop comes here looking for ya, I'm gonna tell 'em where you are, OK? - OK.
Dennis.
It's OK, mate.
- Shit! Don't worry about it, mate.
Uh Eh, I, uh I got you an adjournment on one of your warrants, mate.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, you've been a busy boy.
G'day, guys.
- It's a nice clubhouse.
- We like it.
I've read the brief.
I know where we're going with this.
It's gotten worse.
Prick's got cops crawling all over us.
Pulled over Gus the other day, told him to plead guilty.
- If I got my hands on this - Don't say another word.
- I'll be obliged to act.
- Gus is not pleading guilty.
Anton, you're not listening to me, mate.
Hold it there.
So I can tell you what I think your instructions might be.
I wasn't gonna give you any instructions.
It's your job to work out what to do, isn't it? Yeah, that's right.
So, um Let me give you a few options.
Have you have you seen this medical report? Hang on.
He's a slopehead that needed to be taught Hey, hey, hey.
Let me finish.
Alright.
Now, it's agreed by several witnesses that Mr Nguyen was assaulted by a member of the Iron Bloods, resulting in several fractures and three weeks in hospital.
But only Mr Nguyen asserts that Gus 'The Dog' McDermott was the assailant.
Now, look, I'm not interested in what actually happened or, you know, who did bloody what to whom.
I'm only interested in what the cops can prove.
So I'm assuming that your instructions to me will be that Mr Nguyen is mistaken in his assertions and that Gus is not guilty.
Well, that's exactly right, Mr Fraser.
OK.
Righto.
Well, the Crown's gonna lead off with this.
The prosecutor's office advises they'll be using enlargements.
That's a bit over-the-top, isn't it? Yeah, well, somebody's certainly done a number on him.
That's bullshit, mate.
I hardly touched him.
Yeah.
Look I believe you.
Others mightn't.
Um It's gonna be tough.
Well, that's your game, isn't it? Now Grab a seat.
Hey, mate.
Hey, um What were you wearing the day that Nguyen was attacked? What we're wearing now.
What do you think? OK, stick to your story.
Hey, Gus.
I don't want you even in the court.
OK? I'll get permission for you to sit outside, with the members, but I want all the other members there, alright? - Do we all have to wear suits? - Oh, shit, no.
- No? - You don't want to wear suits.
Wear what you got on now.
You're proud members of the Iron Bloods motorcycle club.
Alright? Andrew Fraser.
No, no, no, Dennis.
It's OK, mate.
Alright.
Where is he? OK.
OK, I'm on my way, mate.
'Bye.
Hey, I've been waiting for an hour.
Where's my client? Come on.
G'day, Victor.
- Hey, what's the story? - He fell over.
Then his face hit against the young constable's What a load of bullshit! We'll get you out on bail, mate.
Mate, with this pig, I wouldn't even waste my bloody time.
- What was the touch-up for? - What do you reckon? I told the prick nothing.
Good.
Fuckin' arseholes.
You doing alright? Not really, mate.
- Thanks for coming down, George.
- Good to see you again, Andrew.
Victor, this is the bail justice.
We've charged Victor Peirce with one count of armed robbery, one count of aggravated assault and two counts of discharging a weapon with intent to kill.
- Bullshit.
It's a fit-up.
- We'll be pleading not guilty.
What happened to your face? I was interviewed by the police.
Me face was just fine before that.
- Injuries were self-inflicted.
- Yeah, we're applying for bail.
We're obviously opposing bail.
This prisoner is a violent and committed criminal.
To release him would be asking for trouble.
- He'd be out in a flash.
- Oh, that's outrageous.
My client has extended family.
He's married with children.
The allegations against my client are from a dead case more than two years old.
The only evidence appears to be a single print on an object that may or may not be related to the case.
There's no witnesses that identified my client.
There's no surveillance that suggests my client was even in the area at the time.
We'll argue that the case has nothing going for it except the prejudice of those involved in the investigation.
And I'm sure you can prove that? George.
I've got a damn sight better chance of proving my case than they have theirs.
No, my client's not going anywhere.
Look at his face.
That's how desperate they are for evidence.
What else is gonna happen to him? I'm sorry, Senior Detective, I'm going to grant bail.
- Strict reporting conditions.
- He's a professional criminal.
Your client will be required to report twice daily to the police station nearest his place of residence.
Is that understood? Yeah.
Thanks, George.
Alright? It's all in a day's work, mate.
Jesus Christ.
Hey, Vic.
Fuckin' lawyers, eh? Hey, youse can all piss off.
I'm not doing a deal with cops and I ain't going to court.
If he says you're going to court, you're going to court.
- I didn't do it, Den.
- Let's agree on that.
Word from the DPP is one of the detectives said you made certain admissions.
How many times I got to tell you? I told the pigs nothing.
Yeah, we're not out of the woods yet, mate.
What about all the money Dennis has been shovelling the cops? I mean, surely they owe us a bloody favour.
Well, they don't owe you a fuckin' favour, do they? - Why not? You pay 'em enough.
- Yeah, fuckbrain.
I pay them to keep away from me.
You write your own cheques.
Anyway, your cops are Armed Rob.
They don't do favours, eh? - No, they just kill people.
- Hey, Victor.
All I need you to do is stay out of trouble until I work out what else they got, OK? Look, I know what jobs I did, OK? And I never did a job in Frankston.
It's a long, long way away.
You don't know what's out there.
OK.
Well, then, we're as sweet as a nut, then.
Want to see something? Hey, I had the cops crawling all over this place yesterday.
Took away a couple of kitchen knives and a bag of aspirin, eh? Arseholes.
- There's this week's pay.
- Thanks, mate.
They're up there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's where the fuckin' cops are.
See 'em? Beady eyes.
Drinking coffee.
Watching me.
Whoa.
Arseholes.
As I understand it, the Iron Bloods were out on a run when a van driven by Mr Nguyen swerved in front of you.
Little prick couldn't drive.
The witness will refrain from using that language.
Sorry, Your Honour.
He continued on, and when your members tried to overtake him, he decided to change lanes, without indicating.
He's nearly killed the fuckin' sergeant-at-arms.
Sorry.
The Iron Bloods pursued him until he pulled over Yeah.
Just to give him some advice about his driving.
And when Mr Nguyen got out of the vehicle, he was assaulted by certain members of your club.
No, just one member.
And he was provoked.
- You admit he was assaulted? - Yeah.
But I can't remember who done it.
I was on the ground, and I could hear them laughing as he was kicking me.
Now, the prosecutor's shown us the terrible injuries that you suffered.
Yes.
You must have covered your face in such an attack? Yes.
But I saw him beat me.
I saw him coming to me.
I saw him hit me.
Did you cover your eyes? On the ground.
When I was on the ground and being kicked.
And then I was unconscious.
But you can remember the man who attacked you? Yes.
You were attacked by someone, Mr Nguyen.
I have no doubt that that's true.
Probably a member of the Iron Bloods.
There were witnesses who saw members of the Iron Bloods surrounding.
The trouble is, Mr Nguyen, the only evidence we have that it was my client is yours.
Yes.
Mmm.
Do you think you'd be able to identify him one last time? Oh, yes, of course.
Would you be prepared to take part in a line-up right here in the court? A line-up? There were other members of the club there that day, and I'd like, with the court's indulgence, to ask my client to take part in a line-up and then ask Mr Nguyen to pick out the man who assaulted him.
Is this gonna take long? No, we're all ready to go.
I believe the officers ensured my client's included in the line-up.
Who assaulted you, Mr Nguyen? I can't tell.
They all look the same.
So he's in the witness box, he's been kicked in the head half-a-dozen times and he can remember everything, until I organise a line-up.
Can't believe it.
He's looking at bikies in their helmets and riding gear.
- He's got absolutely no idea.
- This is the man who was bashed? - Mmm.
- Hardly fair.
- What about your ethics? - Ethics? But you tricked him.
What am I supposed to do? Hold his hand and pass around a hat? Come on! Let's not get into the truth-and-justice bullshit.
It's a game.
Some of us are born to make the rules.
Others to break them.
There's no justice in losing.
Anyway.
How else can us silver tongues, with our silver spoons, make a living? What an extraordinary attitude.
Getting my new car tomorrow, Dad.
It's one of Germany's finest.
It goes like the clappers.
I reckon I'm gonna snap a few necks as I go by.
You are such a narcissist, Andrew.
Hey, Dennis.
- Poofters are at it again! - Yeah? Yeah, I know you bastards.
I assume you got a warrant.
Oh, yeah.
Don't worry your little face about that.
He's got the warrant.
Tell your mates in there to take it easy.
It's been listed.
Anything broken will have to be replaced or paid for.
Hey, what is it this time, mate? Hey, Jase! Get that fuckin' warrant.
- Nice car.
- Yeah, it's a 911.
- Goes like the clappers.
- Yeah.
Kraut engineering, eh? It's a druggie's car, mate.
- Yeah? How's that? - You ever seen 'The Big Chill'? Yeah, William Hurt drove one of these, the drug pusher.
- Hey, Dennis? - Yeah? Helga Wagnegg? Eh? Look, mate, I don't know nothing about it, you know.
She come in for a taste and ODs.
If I knew anything, but I I don't.
She does this, uh this fuckin' swallow dive in the street, you know, so so Mum, she take her out the back.
The bitch OD'd.
I don't know nothing about what happened, but when she died, someone decided to ditched that slut in the river.
Well, you know there'll be a coroner's inquest? - Oh, let them get on with it.
- But you'll have to go to it.
No, I don't.
They're giving me a hard time, but you're gonna fix it for me.
That's what I'm paying you for.
The jury have been generous in their consideration of this matter.
It involved a labyrinth of circumstantial and forensic detail.
In the end, the evidence, as it was presented, relied upon absolute trust in the word of the police, and it is clear the jury accepted their version of events.
Victor Peirce, having found you guilty, this court has the duty of dispensing justice.
You are sentenced to four years jail with a 2-year non-parole period.
This is your fault! You said this wouldn't fuckin' happen! So how's everyone going? I'm sorry things turned out like that.
- Oh, I won't stay.
- Mate, you just got here.
- I popped in to pay my respects.
- You paid 'em.
We paid you a shitload and what did we get? Mum, that's not nice.
Fraser, he gave it his best shot.
- No, you're disappointed.
- You're so high-and-mighty.
Even with one eye, I can see you're useless.
You need to stop them.
What you do? Pissed all over my husband.
Now he's in jail.
Now fuck off out of here.
Andrew.
- I've got an idea for an appeal.
- I wouldn't worry.
Victor can do two years easy.
Oi, Khoa! How's it going, mate? Good to see ya.
He's been through the wars, that bloke.
Bought him a fuckin' TV set, hey? Didn't have one.
Believe that? Nice bloke.
Never says boo.
Oh, mate, it's good of you to help him out.
Are you Dennis Bruce Allen? You know who I am.
Consider yourself served.
Cocky.
What's it say? It's a summons to appear at Helga Wagnegg's coronial.
- I ain't fuckin' going.
- Hey, Dennis.
- Bullshit.
If you don't show up to the inquest, the coroner can send you straight to trial - murder.
- Bullshit.
- I can't help you unless you do the coronial.
Already been over this, mate.
See ya.
I want to pick my silks without consultation unless unless I think there's a need for a second opinion.
It is professional to consult with your peers, especially when they're senior partners in the firm.
Listen, if I'm out there flogging my backside, I don't want to have to keep coming back to justify every argument I make in court.
And, uh And I want separate billing.
You know, so everyone can see the contribution my criminal work makes to the firm.
And how long is this experiment gonna last, Andrew? Oh, Chris.
Business is roaring in.
Oh, while I'm on a roll, I, um I need a junior, and, um Look, I wouldn't mind a decent expense account.
I'm going places, gentlemen.
Behold and weep.
Oh, come on.
Oh.
Oh, finally.
Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all week.
It's a bad time to call.
I'm watching a movie.
Hey, Dennis, we've got to talk.
I've received the I can't talk now.
I've received the coroner's brief on Helga Wagnegg.
Yeah.
It's, uh not looking good.
The autopsy revealed that Helga didn't drown.
You know, at least not in a river.
She, um She had enough heroin in her blood to kill three men, mate.
Dennis? Hey Dennis.
Dennis, you there? Alright.
Alright what? Alright, let's go to the coronial inquest.
OK.
OK, great.
Righto.
Well, I'll pick you up, hey? - See you at nine o'clock.
- Well, if you like.
Mate, this is this is a load of shit.
Just look at it.
We've got to get our stories straight.
What are you doing? I spent all night bloody getting those ready for you.
- Yeah, you wasted your time.
- Come on, mate.
I don't want to pay for this.
- Come on, Dennis.
Come on, mate.
Let's just get in there.
Come on, Dennis.
Jesus! Shit! I told you I wasn't gonna go to court today.
You stick with me.
We're gonna do a lot of good shit together.
We'll beat these bastards.
Un-fuckin'-believable.
Once you get the taste for quality, a glass is all you need.
Oh, is that right? You should tell my old man.
He drank anything, good or bad.
Did it kill him? Oh, sort of.
Uh No, then one day, he just gave up.
Not that my mother gives him any credit.
That's important to you, isn't it? What's that? Credit.
Oh, I think it's important to everybody.
You seem to need it more than most.
What, is that a problem? Could be.
The others have decided to wait a while before we consider the partnership situation.
episode 2 start re synr georgekk2 Don't you turn your back on me, doggie.
Eye's looking better.
You know he's gonna come back, don't you? Yeah, well, I don't understand why.
I didn't do anything.
Yeah, well, that's the problem, isn't it? What you been in now? A week? Two? Who do you talk to? Nobody.
That's who.
Nobody's gonna talk to me.
You want a fuckin' invitation? I let you sit down with me and Pete's crew.
You better start talking to someone soon.
You don't get by in here without mates.
Over there with them or with us.
Fraser? Lewis.
- Welcome to boob.
- Yeah.
Hey, h-how'd you know I was in here, mate? You're famous, Fraser.
It's what you always wanted.
Seven years, mate.
I'm not gonna make it.
Just do what you have to do.
Nothing more, nothing less.
But most important, stay small.
Just stay small.
They've put me in a unit with rock spiders and serial killers.
- That's protection for you.
- I've got to get out of here.
Let me know when you find a way.
- I'm not gonna make it, mate.
- Yes, you are, mate.
Just got to find some friends in there.
Got to learn to take a punch.
Get close to someone.
No, mate.
I'm No, I'm not gonna make it.
re synr georgekk2 d In the door, looking up while you're coming down d No-one makes a sound d There's a whisper in my ear d Play reggae, you arseholes! Play some reggae, you soft-cock bastards! - Hey! You do requests? - Yeah.
Yeah, play reggae or I'll shoot your fucking cock off.
We don't know any reggae.
- You're a muso.
Make it up.
Feel the rhythm in your feet, the music in your soul.
- You can do it, can't you? - Yeah.
- G'day, mate.
- Mate.
- How you going? - Eh.
Good band.
Yeah.
Lobbed in from fuckin' Jamaica, eh? - Maybe they have to be black.
- Yeah.
Are you sure you want to talk about this here? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, uh, you work with any bikies? - I do work with a lot of people.
- You know the Iron Bloods? - Oh, maybe.
- Hey, well, you do or you don't.
Hey, Dennis, mate, I don't talk to anyone about your business.
Yeah, well, they're arseholes, mate.
They're running me out of the business.
I've got overheads.
Look, mate, what I want you to do is a Oh, shit.
Trevor! Oi! - Go tell 'em to shut up.
- Shut up! What I want you to do is tell me if you hear anything.
Tell you what? Well, if you hear anything.
That's all.
I don't trust bikies.
Club comes first.
They're mad, mate.
Listen, you didn't tell me you were questioned last year about Wayne Stanhope.
Oh, yeah.
- Mate, must have forgotten, eh? - Yeah, well, the DPP didn't.
They want you to come in and answer a few questions.
Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen.
Yes, we can go in now voluntarily or wait till they issue a summons, and that means court.
Straight up.
It's murder.
It's not gonna go away.
I don't even know a Wayne Stanhope.
Your Honour, I ask to tender a medical report prepared by a psychiatrist, Dr Brian Withers.
I apologise.
We only received it this morning.
And it couldn't be included in the pre-session briefing.
I don't have a copy.
Now, you'll see at a glance that my client needs medical help, not a stretch in jail.
Your Honour, the accused has convictions for pickpocketing and petty theft that go back 30 years.
- I'll let you withdraw that.
- This man's record's - You will withdraw that.
- I apologise, I withdraw.
So, what you were saying, Mr Fraser, is that your client suffers from Alzheimer's.
Your Honour, my client has trouble remembering his name.
This is no longer a criminal matter.
It's a question of social justice.
Now, if he were given a bond or a non-custodial sentence, he might seek medical help and make himself useful to society.
I doubt it's possible any treatment could succeed to that degree.
Nonetheless, the court entertains the notion of a bond.
But if I see Mr Farrell back here any time soon, my memory will be crystal-clear and so will the sentence.
- This is my son, Anthony Jr.
- G'day, Anthony.
How are you? Good little thief already.
Oh, and you know Lewis Moran.
A scholar, a gentleman and the best crook I know.
You standing up for the working man again, Fraser? - Oh, always.
- He's a fuckin' genius, Lewis.
I'm gonna tell everyone what a prince you are, hey? Hey, you blokes.
This is the bloke that got me off.
- There you go.
My shout.
- I was going down cold.
Hey, mate, I'll have a, uh, champagne.
Yeah.
Champagne.
- Just can't help myself, mate.
- Oh - Yeah, I know.
- G'day, boys.
Oh, Manny! This is the bloke I was telling you about.
- Andrew Fraser, Manny the Mutt.
- G'day, Manny.
And you know Lewis.
Andrew.
- Mushroom.
- Anyway, good to see you.
- Oh, you off, Lewis? - Sure thing at Moonee Valley.
Right.
- Manny's got a problem.
- It's like plumbing, Andrew.
You don't get a professional in to fix it, what starts off as a little leak turns into a flood.
- Alright.
So, what's leaking? - Been framed for an armed rob.
Three years ago.
That sounds like a cold case to me, mate.
Yeah, it's getting warmer.
Called me in for a committal.
OK.
Look, I'm your man, but I can't talk now.
Give my secretary a bell, we'll sort out a time to meet, OK? Good to meet you, Manny.
Hey, Mushroom? I'll see you around, mate.
See you, mate.
So, now, Andrew.
You're everyone's favourite lawyer.
I wouldn't say everyone's.
No, that's alright.
Some members of the local constabulary play darts with your face.
Hey, uh, I might be doing a spot of work for Manny the Mutt.
How does it work out with you and Manny? Work out? What, you're not in business together? What sort of a fuckin' question's that? Sometimes I have a shoe he can polish, OK? I'm sorry, Lewis? I don't deal drugs.
Oh, come on.
Everyone does drugs.
We don't work together.
Like your friend Dennis Allen.
Life's too short.
Right.
It's better to be your own boss.
Listen, Manny's got his own show.
We don't need each other.
Maybe one day, we might.
And Dennis Well, he's a psycho dressed up as a clown.
Come on.
You're talking about my gold-plated number one client.
He's a dog.
An informant.
That carries its own risks.
What, are you saying he's a police informant? He's been known to trade.
Could be the reason you look so good in court.
I mean, maybe you think you're lucky.
Maybe Mr D has friends whispering his name in the back rooms.
Everything helps in this game.
Yeah, they're both good for business.
That's for you to decide.
Go on, piss off.
Go on home, mate! - Go on, piss off! - Pay your debts! Yeah, what for, mate? What for? Huh? Piss off, you fat monkey.
Go on, piss off.
Anton wants his money! - Oh, piss off.
- Hey, Dennis! What's going on? Hey, listen to these cockheads.
They sell me useless shit, now they come looking for money.
This shithead dog thinks he doesn't have to pay his debts! I'd pay it if I could sell it, but it's fuckin' Ajax! These pricks are trying to run me out of business! This isn't a very good idea.
Lot of people live around here.
What if someone gets hurt? Only dickheads gonna get hurt around here are these bastards! - Hey, Dennis, Dennis! - Yeah, come on, cockhead.
Pull the fuckin' trigger.
Piss off! Hey, hey, hey! Gus, Gus! Jesus, mate! Put 'em down! Dennis.
Put the thing down.
We'll be back, Allen.
Who are you working for? Gus? You even know his name! - A good way to end up dead.
- Well, I told you.
They're trying to shut me down.
They own all the suppliers now.
- And they're mates of yours.
- Hey, Dennis, Dennis.
I don't want to hear about it.
Your business is your business.
But I'll tell you this.
If you don't sort this shit out, mate, you'll end up dead.
You just remember who's paying your bills.
Shouldn't you be at school? Uh, excuse me, sir.
Can you just hold up a second? Yeah, I know the owners.
- Name them.
- Yeah, I'm Andrew Fraser.
- Good.
You know somebody's name.
- Andrew Fraser.
Valued customer.
Is that your personal assessment? The owner's name's Alex Vasiliou.
- He's the manager.
- What's the difference? Ask the owner.
What, I suppose you sharpen knives for a hobby, do you? Go on.
Have fun.
Go on.
- Oh, my God.
- Mmm? Mate, one night a week's fine, but 4? You're killing my liver.
Oh, you just got to know how to pace yourself, Case.
Only time Fraser paces himself is when he's dead to the world.
You're talking to someone who runs 400 metres every weekend against all comers I know how to pace myself.
There she is, mate.
What do you think? She's bloody hot.
Yeah.
Go and ask her if she wants to join us for a drink.
No, you're right.
She is.
Phew! She's hot.
Alright.
Fuck it.
I'm doing it.
- Check this out.
- All the best.
Let's see how this pans out.
My name's David Casey.
Oh, that's a start.
So the judge says, "Mr Fraser, you're a rude person.
" I said, "Well, how would you know, Your Honour? "You've been asleep for the last four days.
" I said, "Frankly, we've been running this trial, "and you've bloody snored your way through it.
" Well, he didn't come back the next day.
We started over again three weeks later.
- Why didn't you wake him up? - Oh, you never wake up a judge.
Ruins the chance of a retrial.
Oh, you've heard this all before, haven't you? - Fraser knows a lot of jokes.
- Is that right? When he's in the mood, he can have you in stitches for hours.
- That is right.
- Oh.
All talk, no action, huh? Oh.
Wouldn't you like to know? Well, um ladies.
It's been a pleasure.
Mate, I gotta go.
Hey! Come on, mate.
We're just getting started.
- Have a good one.
- Hey, never slacken, troops.
- Where's the Anzac spirit? - See you, mate.
Will you take me home, Fraser? Actually, I have to finish up as well, so thank you for the drinks.
Thanks.
- See you round.
- Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
I told you they were pricks.
I got half a kilo of shit off those Iron Bloods.
I wouldn't put it up a dog's arse.
They're trying to fuckin' stitch me up, you know.
I still got the cops.
They're around here every fuckin' day.
I should ask them to pay rates, chip in for gas, electricity.
It's giving me the shits, Mr Fraser.
And now I've just got another summons.
Hey, Jase, get that fuckin' summons.
Mate, it is one thing after a-fuckin'-nother.
Those cops, they breed like flies, eh? You know, I pay them to stay the fuck away and then some prick here come along, slips that shit to me while I'm standing out the front.
Yeah, Wayne Stanhope.
I told you this'd happen.
Fucked if I have got to keep track of every fuckin' prick killed in Melbourne.
Look, I can't have this.
I have got big problems.
You know, I've got the Iron Bloods are cutting off my buyers.
My brother's in jail.
I don't blame you, not like Mum, for putting Victor away.
- You did everything you could.
No doubt they're after you.
That is the stupidest thing I ever heard anyone ever say, and it came out of your gob.
Course they're after me they're all around the place, listening and fuckin' watching.
I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to keep making payments to the bent coppers when the straight ones keep cutting my throat? The Russians, mate, they designed this thing to work in the snow, Mr Fraser.
This will work under fucking water! I know you're up there, you arseholes! Jo, can you pop that back there? Thanks.
Little boy lost? I'd try to phone, but thought it'd be easier to see you rather than ring you up.
- You don't have my number.
- No.
That's another reason.
And why would you be calling me? Did you leave something behind the other night? No, I thought I'd apologise for my friend David the other night.
David was lovely.
So was your friend Lauren.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Lauren's lovely too.
She's a secretary that used to work at my firm.
- Oh, is that right? - Her and David go way back too.
- Oh.
Though you drove her home.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well - Lauren lives near where I live.
- Stop.
Stop digging yourself a hole.
So, um What, you wouldn't have a drink with me one night? No.
OK.
Well, uh How about a What about a walk? Just a walk, in a park? - You serious? - Yeah.
I used to come here all the time.
There's a conservatory there with a South American section.
Beautiful rebaudiana flowers.
Stunning.
My favourites, though, are the the natives.
You can't go by an Australian native.
How would you like a garden this big? I don't get a chance to do much gardening or, uh, anything else, for that matter.
Never know when the phone's gonna ring and I'm off to some poky little lockup across town to try and get some client bail.
You haven't told me much about yourself.
Well, I would if you ever drew breath.
What, are you saying I should shut up? Oh, I'm sorry.
Um So, what else do you do? Besides keeping style tragics out of nightclubs? Yeah.
I'm an industrial advocate for Chamber of Manufacturers.
- Wow.
- That's my day job.
That's impressive.
Well, we're sort of in the same business, then.
Oh, I don't think so.
I try to keep people together.
- Lawyers tend to divide.
- Oh.
This is romantic, isn't it? Well, it was.
Till you mentioned it.
OK, but where did they round him up from? It's 3 years, Phil.
He must have a memory like a bloody elephant.
Surely it's not gonna hold up.
Yeah, righto.
'Bye.
- How much did that cost me? - Oh, don't worry about it.
Look, um we might have a problem.
The, uh The cops now have enough witnesses to go to trial.
Oh, bullshit.
They can't be talking about that slag from the supermarket.
They had her three years ago and she rolled.
Yeah, it looks as though she's rolled again, on top of you.
Hey, um Fill me in again what they ran with last time? A mate of mine did an armoured van, and they shot him dead.
They tried to drag me into it, but I was down at Rosebud.
- Mm.
And, uh and they had a witness? - Yeah.
A checkout chick who wouldn't know if her arse was on fire.
- And she changed her mind.
- She's not the only one.
The bloody cops have found another witness.
Oh, they're just dragging 'em out of their arse.
Yeah.
Yeah, probably.
I want you and I to get this thing watertight.
Alright? - Things are looking up.
- G'day, Anton.
- Who pays for this? - Oh, I do.
- Really? Or Dennis Allen? - Oh, he's one of my clients.
- So were we.
- Yeah, you still are.
Hey.
Our business is our business.
His is his.
You'd better be fuckin' right.
I suspect my life depends on it, does it? Yeah.
OK.
So you were pulled up at Wallan? Yeah, pulled us over, got us out, hands above the head, straight to the boot and Bob's your uncle.
- They knew it was there.
- Hey? How do you know that? Has Errol Flynn got a big dick? It was a set-up.
They knew more about the car than we did.
They knew how to open to open the the tool compartment.
- Hey, this is a lot of coke.
- Shit, yeah.
Wish we'd known it was there.
- Hey, whose car is this? - Borrow off a mate in Nambucca.
OK.
Eh, good.
Mate, you choose to work for these people.
Yeah, well, you refer them to me.
I just head them in your general direction, Andrew.
No, don't get me wrong.
It's good.
It's all good.
No, I'm finally where I want to be.
What, between an AK-47 and a shotgun? No, Dennis might be a psycho, but he's bloody good publicity.
What about the Iron Bloods? Dennis is not gonna let you play both sides forever.
No, I don't take sides.
I'm not a team player.
I'm an athlete, Lewis.
It's me against all comers.
Hey.
- What's up with Manny the Mutt? - Oh, come on, mate.
- I can't talk about that stuff.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I understand.
OK.
Can they corroborate you were there? Oh, yeah, maybe.
Look, you know, I saw Stanhope.
It was a Friday, and then I pissed off for the weekend.
We've been through this.
The cops have you here that weekend.
- Stanhope's rego out the front.
- Well, he's a junkie.
He was lending off half the fuckin' street.
Probably a dozen punters out there wanted him dead.
We'll use that.
Gotta get your story straight before court.
- Oh, court ain't gonna happen.
- Can't keep a good man down! Hey-hey! Little brother, looking good.
A little pale, though.
Not much sun in prison, eh? G'day, Victor.
Good to see you out, mate.
Fraser.
- Welcome home, love.
We've missed you.
- G'day, Vic.
Jase, get him a drink.
What are you gonna have, love? - Hey, you got an orange juice? - Huh! Orange juice? Wha You, uh - You turn poofter in there? - He's a vego now.
Check out his muscles.
He's been working out every day.
That's good, 'cause holiday's over, mate.
We got work to do.
Actually, Denno, I got a few ideas of me own, and, um, it's got very little to do with scumbag junkies or shit drugs, let me tell ya.
Is that right? I got to run.
See you round.
Dennis, I'll give you a call.
- See you, Kath.
- Yeah, yeah.
Welcome home, mate.
Under the carpet, in the boot, in the tool compartment, we found 5.
3 kilos of off-white powder.
Got lucky.
Would you have a look at that for me, please? It's the registration papers of the search vehicle.
That's correct.
And under whose name is the car registered? Samuel Justin Belnaves.
Oh, will you take a look at that for me, please? - It's a list of convictions.
- For whom, Detective Thorn? Samuel Belnaves.
Starting at the top, read some of those convictions? "Possession, 14g of hashish, convicted February 3, 1983.
"Possession, commercial quantity of heroin, "convicted October 19, 1981.
" How many convictions, roughly, do you see for Mr Belnaves? - Possibly 9 or 10.
- So Mr Belnaves has a long history of dealing drugs.
My clients borrow his car.
When you borrow a car, do you always look in the boot? When you borrow a car? Not always! So the car belongs to Mr Belnaves.
He has many convictions for dealing drugs.
My clients borrow his car.
They don't look in the boot.
They have no convictions for drugs.
If justice is to be served here, these facts should be taken into consideration, don't you think, Detective? - I'm not judging the case.
- And a good thing too.
No further questions, Your Honour.
I was calling you all night! Where were ya? I was on a case that went to court today.
Just finished.
Yeah, I know.
I spoke to that bitch secretary of yours.
You was doing a bikie case, defending the same dickheads trying to destroy me.
- Dennis, business is business.
- No, it's not, Fraser.
You're my lawyer.
I pay you to help me.
I pay you a shitload to do it.
If you're not gonna help with my enemies, you can piss off! Mate.
Mate, if I had to drop all my clients that had a relationship with you, I'd have to go home.
Just do what I say, mate.
Pay 'em what you owe and get 'em out of your life, OK? I can't get involved in that shit.
You just gotta fix it up.
Hey, you're right.
Let's sort it out, yeah? Start afresh.
Yeah, you're fuckin' right.
You know it was cut, Anton.
I know it was cut.
But look.
I can still flog it, right? So, what about I give you 5 k? Hey, we got to stop this bullshit, right? We need each other.
There's enough fuckin' junkies out there for all of us, eh? You can't give me the cut shit.
Whatever it costs, I need pure.
Well, I can fix that.
We're gonna clean up, mate.
We're gonna clean up big-time.
Look, I got people, we're moving out to new suburbs, we're setting up supply lines all I need's the gear.
Don't need to worry about that, 'cause we can keep it coming.
Oh, good.
That's good.
Oh, well.
Well, let's have another one of these and you come back to mine and I'll grab you the cash.
A deal? Gathered the ball cleanly.
Spills out to Williams.
Turns onto his right.
Taps for goal.
Nowhere near it.
Jase! Want to grab Anton a drink? Hey, help yourself to pizza.
I'll just grab you the cash.
Ball's trapped in again.
Big pack of players around this ball.
Fuckin' Collingwood.
They're shit this year.
- Yeah.
- And he kicks towards goal! - Haven't got a hope.
- It's a miraculous goal! Look, we can agree to 2.
5%.
That leaves us no room for employing more people in landscaping and maintenance.
- That's our budget.
- Take it back to the members.
I doubt they'll agree.
The bottom line is four.
Oh, they'll agree if you agree.
You could put in a good word.
What about you put in a good word for us? Alright.
Well, we'll all meet back in a week.
None of us here are in a hurry to go bankrupt.
So thank you for coming, though.
Thanks.
'Bye.
Hello.
Is this an invitation for another walk? No.
I've got a better idea.
There you go.
Thank you.
I hated you when I first met you.
Pushing past all those paying customers.
I knew the boss.
Bloke's got to have some privileges.
Oh, you're an arrogant tosser.
Oh, come on.
You got to have a bit of mongrel in you.
- Really? - Yeah.
Prerequisite for survival in my family.
Mmm.
Sounds terrifying.
What, aren't all families like that? No.
Mine's not.
- Oh.
- No.
We laugh, we joke, we fight, but we support each other.
I'd love to see that.
Oh, play your cards right, you might one day.
Are you serious? OK, look, it's Denise, isn't it? If you play your cards right, I might take you up on that.
Dennis? I don't drink that stuff.
Now, what do you know about Anton Kenny? What about him? He was dragged out of the river this morning, in a drum.
Oh, shit, mate.
Is he alright? Don't play with me, Dennis.
- Well, what are you asking me? - Well I got a witness who says he saw you in the pub with Anton.
- You wouldn't know about that? - Yeah, he was.
We drank three jugs no, actually, four we ate pizza and he rode off on his bike.
Doing business with the Iron Bloods now? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right again.
Next? Don't shit me.
If you don't know what happened, find out.
Those bikies are mad, mate.
You know that.
They eat their own.
Look, I heard Kenny and his wacko shitbagger, they've warred over control for years it doesn't surprise me.
You better find a way to prove that before next Thursday.
What's happening next Thursday? You and me are gonna meet, every Thursday afternoon, and we're gonna chat.
What if I'm busy? Don't be busy.
Alright? - Andrew! Mate! Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, g'day, Dennis.
Sorry about the other week.
I was under a lot of pressure.
Hey, I was shut down on all sides for an adjournment on the Wayne Stanhope case.
I don't know why they bother.
Got nothing to do with me.
Yeah, well, the cops seem to think otherwise.
Thinking it and proving it, they're two different things.
Oh.
Hey.
Did you hear about the Bloods? - Uh, one of them, yeah.
- Yeah.
Man, they're brutal.
I was drinking with him that night before he went missing.
Oh, yeah, by the way, I, uh I patched that shit up with him, like you said.
Right, OK.
This is the schedule for the committal.
- Half is time-wasting by cops.
- But Daniels, mate.
He's come round, he's started asking questions about it.
- You spoke to Daniels about it? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
I just told him how it was, you know I do business with him.
Right.
OK.
Well, look, let's just concentrate on this, eh? Least, I used to.
Right.
OK.
Well, 12:00 Wednesday, alright? Oh, yeah.
Um 12:00 Wednesday.
Stanhope.
You pick me up? Yep.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Well, as you'd appreciate, firearms can be very dangerous.
Unfortunately, my client, Mr Allen's, found out the hard way.
Given your client's 14 firearm possession convictions, I think he should know better.
- No, true.
- If I hear anything to indicate that Mr Allen's wound was self-inflicted, I'll be adding contempt-of-court charges.
Yes, Your Honour.
Quite right too.
I'll be seeing you both in eight weeks.
I told you, didn't I, Fraser? I told you I wasn't going.
Well, you'll have to shoot the other one in two months.
That's when it's set down for.
Don't worry, I'll think of something.
You don't sound happy, Andrew.
No, I've been trying to work out our chances for an acquittal, but the the bloody cops have stitched us right up.
- You don't like the odds? - Mate, I never liked the odds.
But, uh Look, that checkout chick, she should be OK.
I found out which register she was working that day, and the window between her and where the van was robbed, it's covered in all these specials posters.
Oh, plus the van's 30 metres across the street.
Guess what.
She wears glasses.
It's Candy, right? Sorry? - Candy that's your name? - Yes.
Are those prescription glasses, Candy? The defence is trying to intimidate the witness.
Oh, come on, I've just started.
I see no reason to object as yet.
Perhaps the witness would like to take a moment.
I'm OK.
Mr Fraser? Mr Fraser! I have no further questions for Candy, Your Honour.
Mr Fraser? But I would like to call the arresting officer, DI Grabowski, to the stand.
Over the 4 months you allegedly carried out surveillance It's on the tapes.
It's no allegation.
It happened.
Well, we still have to take your word for that, Detective.
It's no allegation.
You're aware much of this case depends upon the reliability of police evidence? - You appreciate that? - It's on the tapes.
Tell me, Detective, are you a truthful man? What sort of a question's that? Well, it's probably the most important question you could ask.
So you tell the truth? Yes.
Are you carrying a gun in this court? Absolutely not.
You aware it's a serious offence to carry a weapon in this court? I'm aware of that.
Would you be so kind as to stand aside, raise your trouser leg and show the court your ankle? Your Honour, we'd like to ask that this case be discharged.
I think the writing's on the wall, Mr Fraser.
Since the case against your client appears to be built solely on the credibility of police witnesses, an application for discharge would have to be considered seriously.
I'll see counsel in chambers.
Let's call it a week's work, Andrew.
Very generous of you, Manny.
Hey, if you got a lazy afternoon, you can stay back, enjoy the company of a couple of beautiful ladies, eh? Well, that's very tempting, but, uh, I'm taken, thanks, Manny.
You ever want to indulge, bang a couple of girls, you want a bit of heaven, this is your calling card.
Stuff's pure.
If you want to be master of the universe.
I'll stay out of trouble until next time.
- Go on.
- Yeah, man.
So I've asked him a 3rd time, and he's still denying it.
You can see him.
He's deflating right there in the box.
So, finally, I ask him to stand up, show us his ankle.
Well, you should have seen the prosecution.
Were they bloody filthy or what? The judge judge throws the whole case out.
But the best bit, the jury then, the jury stand up, start applauding me.
- So what will happen to him? - Who, the cop? Nothing.
Nothing.
Slap on the wrist.
- For lying in court? - Yeah.
They do it all the time.
- It's incredible.
- Mmm.
What about Manny? He's looking at me as if I've pulled Christ off the cross.
- Was he guilty? - Who? Christ? No, I don't think so.
No.
Look, I I don't judge guilt.
I'm just there to offer them the best representation.
What if they're murderers? Well, I'm gonna assume that they're innocent.
- Really? - Yeah.
Look, they all lie.
Cops lie, witnesses lie.
- Even the odd judge lies.
- Do you lie? - No, well, I try not to.
- That sounds like a lawyer.
- That sounds like you.
- Since when? - Ah, last weekend.
- Oh, shut up.
Mum made a lemon tart last weekend and Ian came home drunk and ate the whole thing.
- I had a slice.
- Suggested we'd been burgled.
- Hey, where's the bathroom? - The dunny? - Down the hall, on the left.
- Right.
- Very exciting young man.
- He's pretty full-on.
- He's OK.
- Shut up! Oh, shit.
What are you doing? Oh, nothing.
- You want one? - No.
- What's wrong? - Oh, nothing.
I, uh Look, I'm just a bit nervous with the fam.
- My family really like you.
- Really? Yeah.
Mum really likes you.
And I really like you.
Just Just take care of me, Andrew.
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