Rake (2010) s01e01 Episode Script
R v Murray
RHYTHMIC CLAPPING SLOW, DISTORTED VERSION OF JOHANN STRAUSS' THE BLUE DANUBE TEMPO QUICKENS Thought we were going to Mick's.
ENGINE STOPS I don't have a lot of time, mate.
I gotta be at the club at 10.
Get out of the car.
CAR DOOR SHUTS (SIGHS) Oh, come on, mate.
Mick knows I'm good for it.
Christ.
I reckon I put both of his boys through Cranbook.
None of us feel good about this, Cleave - not Mick, not me.
After what you done for my brothers.
Oh, well, yeah.
Now that you mention it, Col.
Mick's got some serious cash-flow issues.
He had to take on a new business partner.
He can't be seen to be weak.
I can't be seen to be weak, either.
Not right now, mate.
Ah, come on, Col.
(GROANS) (GROANS) Strict terms of trade now, Cleave - Hey! Mmmnice.
You should go to the hospital.
You'll do.
Oh, easy, tiger! Oh, fuck.
So we get to this bar - in Ballathena, I think it was - and there's this guy.
Blindfold guy? Uh-huh.
And he could play 20 games of chess at once.
What - some sort of Spanish Rain Man? I swear! I'd be wanting to see the thread-count on that blindfold, by the way.
(LAUGHS) Ah! So his girlfriend told him the moves.
He couldn't see a thing, but he remembered every single square, on every board.
Mmm-hmm.
He just strolled around the tables, drinking Pernot and playing chess.
Who won? The guy in the blindfold.
Oh, there's a surprise.
But my dad gave him a run for his money.
(CHUCKLES) ALERT TONE SOUNDS Aww .
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what, is she sitting out there timing us? (WINCES) This economic climate's turning every decent bender in this town into a reptile.
First my bookie, now my brothel-keeper.
I been coming to this place.
You'd think I would have accrued some Frequent Fucker points by now.
Um, I can't do Thursday, by the way.
Alright? Yeah.
MOBILE PHONE BEEPS Cleaves.
Joe.
Jesus.
What happened to you? Cupboard door - eye height.
Ah, right.
One of Mick's doors? When are you gonna learn? MOBILE PHONE BEEPS Oh, next life, maybe one after that.
Give it away, mate.
Gambling's a disease.
I know.
Have you got a driver? Oh, mate, the days when I could take a government car to the club are long gone.
There is such a thing as ministerial accountability, you know.
Pity.
How's the election looking? Oh, well, tighter than a nun's proverbial, but we will scrape through.
Yeah? Smart money says you fellas are going down.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, is that right? OK, Smart Money - five grand? Done.
(SNORES) HEAVY THUMPS (GROANS) TV NEWSREADER: The gruesome discovery has sent shockwaves through the corridors of power the world over.
Allie Black reports.
It was to this disused warehouse, in Sydney's Inner West Ohhello.
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that police allege Professor Murray lured his victim, West Australian solicitor, Sebastian Carey, after first making contact with him in an internet chatroom.
How could the government possibly have known that Professor Murray was a cannibal? He's been a key economic advisor for the past two federal governments, two Wall Street banks, three major European hedge funds.
Morning, children.
Ciao! Healy! His credentials were impeccable.
They were impeccable.
ALLIE BLACK: But isn't it the case that the government based its latest financial regulatory strategy on a report written by a psychopath? Might I remind the people of this great and prosperous State that our adoption of the recommendations in Professor Murray's report were backed not only by Moody's, and Standard and Poor's, but also by the Opposition.
Now, Professor Murray was engaged as an economist.
What he does in his .
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his spare time, is that's another matter entirely.
HUBBUB, CAMERAS CLICK I won't take any more quesitons.
You're fucking kidding me! What do you mean there's no law against cannibalism in this state? Well, just that, really.
There's no law against cannibalism.
This psychopath has made a laughing stock out of us - but it's not as if there weren't a few titters out there already.
Alright, get some charges laid, some serious charges.
Get him on trial.
Alright? We cannot look soft on this prick.
It's an election year! LAUGHTER Colleen, how are we? Hey! Morning.
Col.
Collissima.
What's the legal position? We're homeless again.
What? Mr Barraclough's coming back earlier than anticipated.
How much earlier? Quite a bit earlier, I'm afraid.
Mrs Barraclough's broken her leg.
(SIGHS) Well, he's only been gone two weeks.
I told him to get out of the place for four months.
What sort of sabbatical do you call that? Well, it was day one on the slopes, apparently.
Something about her being "piste", or "off-piste" Well, they've got surgeons in France, don't they? They got hospitals, a tres bon healthcare system, I'm led to understand.
Nevertheless.
Oh, pour la sake du fuck! You want me to start calling round? Yeah.
Find another room? Yeah.
You got the mention at 10.
Yeah.
(BLOWS NOSE) Yes.
Mr Potter.
Your Honour, we'd ask that the subpoeana be answered, or the respondant held in contempt.
It simply beggars belief that the only files apparently lost by the respondent are those being sought by the Taxation Office.
Mr Greene.
I couldn't agree more with my friend, Your Honour.
It is indeed an extraordinary coincidence.
But the truth is, I am simply a victim of the weather.
Owing to a torrential storm that was raging over the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney that day, the removalist I had engaged attempted to rush through what should have been a painstaking task.
A number of my boxes suffered water damage.
Relevant diaries and files relating to my financial affairs were lost, as well as cherished personal items.
I'm assured that affidavits from the removalist are forthcoming, and so I would ask Your Honour for an adjournment.
Mr Potter? Submission respectfully stands, Your Honour.
The Tax Office has been more than patient with Mr Greene.
We'll hold it over until the.
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:26th.
May it please the court.
Thank you, Your Honour.
(SIGHS) What's up, Harry? Removalists, rain-damaged boxes.
How long do you really think you can keep this going, Cleaver? Harry, there's nothing I'd like more than to have my boxes back.
They would exonerate me in an instant.
Bullshit.
Language, please.
My father here has a very delicate sensibility.
And lay off the "Harry" crap.
It's starting to get around.
Are you coming Thursday night? Yeah, mate, we'll be there.
OK.
See you then, Barn.
See ya, Harry.
Oh, sorry - David.
See ya, Harry Sorry David.
And I'll see you on the 26th, Cleaver.
Sure thing, Harry Sorry David.
Why are you getting chummy with the oily tick who's trying to bankrupt me? Because I'm with him, mate - you should pay taxes.
I don't see why I should support your lifestyle any more than I do already.
(WHINES MOCKINGLY) Shut it.
And in your internet post, you were clear about your intentions? This is a text of the message, Don.
"Is there anyone out there who would like to be eaten?" On the second page, you'll find the deceased's response.
"I want to be eaten.
" Right.
So you still deny the murder charge, Professor Murray? Of course.
I am not a murderer.
Tell us about the night in question.
He arrived at eight.
I'd bought a bottle of Krug, so we drank a toast.
While I was busy making preparations in the kitchen, he consumed a large number of sleeping pills.
A little while after that, he passed out .
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and moments later, he was dead.
I proceeded to dismember him.
Over the course of the next three weeks, I ate most of his remains.
Where was your wife at this time? At home.
She knew nothing about it.
Have you seen her? They won't let me talk to her.
I'm worried, I'm worried.
I think she might be a little upset.
There's that possibility.
Yes.
Can you get a message to her? What would you like to say? I want you to tell her not to worry, that we can get through this.
You know, every marriage has its ups and downs.
My name is Sebastian Vincent Carey.
My address is 27 Holroyd Place, Perth, in the State of Western Australia.
I'm a maritime lawyer, employed by the firm Russell and Garland.
I'm about to commit suicide.
I have here sleeping pills, purchased by myself, which I shall take in order to induce my death.
I repeat, I am committing suicide.
I wish for my remains to be consumed by Professor Murray.
You've always been right, Dad.
I am shit.
I've always been shit.
PILLS RATTLE And now, I will be shit.
Cut fucking snakes, the pair of them.
That may be the case, but the evidence would suggest our client isn't a murderer, Don.
No! He's just a cannibal.
Cannibalism isn't a crime in this State.
Technically, all he's done is mistreat a corpse, and fail to notify police of a death.
That's two years, max.
He abetted a suicide - that's 10.
That's not the charge, Don.
They're going with murder.
Yeah - they don't want to look soft with an election coming.
I reckon there's a window here.
A window?! You don't really think, Cleaver, they could ever possibly let that lunatic out? We'll plead insanity, and he'll be sectioning off to Bedlam before lunch on the first day - game, set and match.
The fact that he'll spend the rest of his days in an asylum doesn't mean that we should cop a murder plea if he didn't kill anyone.
Cleaver, I know reality is a daunting topic of conversation for you, but our client ate another human being.
Look, he might be as mad as a meat-axe - he probably used a meat-axe - but if he didn't kill the deceased, then there's a murder charge that's gotta be defended.
That's what we do, isn't it? I'm running late.
Gentlemen.
Well, we got the wife at three.
Cleaver can handle that.
And get some character witnesses, if you can find any.
Justice must be seen to be done, I suppose.
Well, is that everything for now? Yeah.
Thanks, Don.
Thanks, Don.
Thank you, linesman.
Thank you, ball boy.
Why does he assume that I was the linesman? Is it impossible, Barnyard, that you're the linesman and I'm the ball boy? You think you know someone.
I mean, you prepare yourself for marriage, don't you? Sickness and health and all that.
But then you He told me it was chicken! (SOBS) Beg your pardon? The remains that they found in our freezer, at home - he told me they were chicken fillets.
You didn't actually? With garlic, white wine, pepper, and a little balsamic.
(SNIFFS) Um (SNIFFS) .
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did, uh, did you know anything about your husband's tendencies, Mrs Murray? Of course not.
He's been a vegetarian since he was 23.
Well, from vego to cannibal, without so much as a chop in-between.
Was your husband ever prone to violence? No, never.
Did he ever threaten you with violence? No.
He was a very gentle man.
I'm not sure why you're asking me these questions.
Surely there can't be any legal issues here? It's important to establish that your husband wasn't given to violence.
Wasn't given to violence? He hacked that poor man's body apart.
Yes, but only after he was dead.
We've started gathering a list of people who might speak on your husband's behalf.
I'm sorry? Potential defence witnesses.
Defence witnesses? We assume, as he's your husband- You can't.
You can't intrude on these people's lives and ask them to speak on behalf of a cannibal.
They have families, reputations! Graham's insane.
He's obviously never gonna be released.
Yes, but he's not a murderer.
I forbid you to speak to anyone on that list.
You forbid? I'm sorry.
You're not in a position to forbid anything.
Will you please just stop this thing? It just doesn't serve any purpose.
OK.
Who's Tyler Banks? A family friend.
Jeremy Brown? Another friend.
Aden Sinclair? A friend.
Oh, fuck.
COMPUTER BEEPS Yes.
COMPUTER BEEPS Jesus.
DOORBELL SOUNDS WOMAN THROUGH INTERCOM: Hello? Eager beaver Cleaver! BUZZER, GATE CLICKS Ah - the belle of Burton Street.
How's tricks? End of the quarter, you know.
Always a bloody nightmare.
GST, some shit about payroll tax.
I don't know why I ever went legit.
Yeah - I wouldn't have.
Missy won't be in tonight, love.
Is she alright? She quit.
What do you mean, she quit? Not coming back.
Well, she didn't say anything to me.
She wouldn't just quit without saying something.
Well, she said she wanted to make a clean break.
You know, she's talking about going to uni.
MOBILE PHONE DIALS WOMAN ON RECORDING: 'The number you have called is not connected.
Please check the number before dialling again.
' Five years.
What? Well, it's a lot more common than you'd think.
What is? Falling in love with a prostitute.
That's not what this is about.
Really? What's it about? It's abouttrust, andethics.
Well, what did you expect? I mean, she was role-playing.
It's what they do.
Wendy, she wasn't role-playing, alright? Her feelings were genuine, believe me.
Did you pay her to visit you in rehab? No, I did not.
Well-remembered, Doc.
So, you knowI mean, if it's all about business, why was she visiting me in rehab? Maybe you thought finally you had a relationship you could control, dictate all the terms, but yet again, you transgressed the normal boundaries, and allowed feelings- The normal boundaries of prostitution? Well, there are boundaries to every relationship, Cleave - business, marriage, whatever.
Most people are aware of them.
Tell me, what do you miss most about her? Well, the sex, of course.
OK.
What can I say? It was great sex.
It was so good.
But that's not what you miss the most, is it? What are you talking about? It was every man's dream.
It was uncomplicated, it was hot.
But what do you miss the most? The backgammon.
Have you tried to make contact with her? Changed her number.
Moved house.
She's disappeared off the face of the earth.
It's like being in a bloody Polanski movie.
There's this guy I know who works for a credit agency - I got him off a couple of stalking charges a while back.
He's looking into her records for me, but after that Mum? DOOR OPENS In here, darling.
Hello, mate.
Hey, Dad.
Scoring another freebie? Yes.
"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies.
And all that's best of dark and bright meets in her aspect, and her eyes.
Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
" Bugger me, he was good.
Yeah, but what use is it? What do you mean, what use is it? It's poetry, you knucklehead.
It has only one use, and that's for pulling chicks.
Trust me, mate - you inhale a bit of Byron now, in a few years, the dividends will speak for themselves, boy.
Hey Dad, can I ask you a favour? Fire away.
If Mum asks, can you tell her I stayed at your place on Friday night? Oh, yes? And why would we be lying to Mum? Cos she'll be pissed off if I tell her the truth.
Which is? You don't wanna know, Dad.
Actually, I do wanna know, Fuzz.
No, you don't.
It's no big deal, I swear.
It's something you told me you did like, 1,000 times when you were a kid, so Then I really wanna know.
Look, Dad .
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what you need is plausible deniability.
If Mum ever found out what I was really doing, she'd ask you if you knew.
This way, you can honestly say you don't.
Otherwise, you're just gonna get caught up in another web of lies, Mum will drag us back to family counselling, and we both know what Dr Stirrup will have to say.
What is this? Dad, I'm trying to help you out here.
If Mum finds out the truth, we both know you'll be held responsible one way or another, because you're a "terrible role model.
" He said that once, and that was in an early session.
Yeah, but if you back me up, it'll be a non-event.
Forget about it, pal.
This is extortion.
I'm not gonna be compromised in this way by my own flesh and blood.
remember what happened when she busted me smoking? Last Friday? Oh, yeah, had a great night.
What'd you do? Oh, just stayed in, had some Thai.
He brought around a couple of hilariously unwatchable DVDs.
Why do you ask? No reason.
Oh, listen - I got another love letter from the school yesterday.
Ah, OK.
You're 11 grand down on last year, Cleave.
I can't keep doing it by myself.
No, no, no.
Right.
No, look, I'm good for it.
My cannibal should cover that.
(LAUGHS) What? How could you possibly turn that into a money-spinner? He ate someone.
You'd be surprised.
CAR HORN BEEPS It's a hopeless case.
They're the only ones worth fighting for, darling.
Oh! Wish Barn a happy birthday for me.
CAR IDLES Shit.
Barney's birthday.
Yes, yes, good.
Good point, good point.
I want an elephant one.
OK! But you do realise that last week you wanted giraffes, so I went out, and I spent - oh, what - a gazillion billion dollars on giraffe band-aids.
Oh, what do you know? The last elephant in the pack.
Come on, let's see the damage.
She didn't really say that? I'm afraid she did, and it's official - we do taste just like chicken.
(ALL GROAN) Oh, no! And what have we got here, Scarlet? GENERAL OBJECTION No, no, look, I am enjoying it.
It's just Hello? Ah, Joe! Sorry, sorry - traffic, and everything else.
Cleave, how are you, mate? Yes, very good.
Hey, mate.
Hello, Sal.
Happy birthday, mate.
Oh, don't apologise to me.
So what body part was it she ate? GENERAL GROAN Well Sammy, please - I've been up to my neck in this psycho all day.
Yeah, but what would be the point, Cleave? Point of what, Sal? You said you were pushing to pursue this to trial.
So what would the point be? The time and the money wasted on an exercise which is gonna make absolutely no difference to your client's future.
Well, to be brutally Francis with you, I don't give a shit about my client's future.
(SOME CHUCKLE) What I do give a shit about, believe it or not, is the law.
(ALL LAUGH) Since when? Well, I don't know about you lot but I don't wanna live in a society where, for purely political reasons, someone could be charged with a crime they didn't commit.
You know, that's a pretty serious accusation, mate.
Puh-lease.
And it's all kosher because he's got a couple of mental health issues.
(ALL LAUGH) A couple of mental health issues? He ate someone, he's a monster.
He's misunderstood.
So you're gonna convince the jury that this cannibal isn't a monster? Well, it's easier than convincing them an economist is a human being.
(ALL LAUGH) So, but the tax payers of this State This great and prosperous State, Joe.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have to fork out because one of your highly selective principles has reared its ugly head, eh? Don't give a rat's arse about the law, Cleave.
You get lowlife crooks off all the time.
And once again, you misread me.
The very reason I get my lowlife crooks off, is because I care about the law.
It's justice I don't give a toss about.
GENERAL LAUGHTER You're looking more battered than usual.
No, I'm all right.
Barney told me that your little friend at the club has flown the coop.
My little friend? Your prostitute.
Oh, my prostitute.
My harlot, Scarlet.
Don't worry, I'm sure there's plenty more fish in that particular sea.
It's a shame you never met, you know.
You'd like her, Red.
You've actually got a lot in common.
Oh, yeah? Do tell.
Oh, well, you both resolutely pretend that you're not madly in love with me.
Sad, really.
Who's madly in love? No, I'm just explaining to your wife here that she's secretly in love with me and she's not alone.
Oh, well.
Do whatever you have to, you two.
I'm buggered, gotta be up with the sparrows.
I'm gonna call a cab.
Stay, don't go on my account.
Night, cock.
Oh, goodnight, cock.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, man.
Be gentle with him, won't you? Yeah.
And I haven't forgotten about that birthday present.
Yes, lots of big ideas.
(SIGHS) Now, where were we? Ah, yes.
You were banging on about this threesome with me and my harlot.
Look, Red, it's gonna be tricky.
Yeah.
Hey.
Red.
Red! Red, Red.
He is such a good man.
He's such a fucking good man.
I can't do this anymore.
You can't do what? This marriage.
Fuck.
You're kidding me.
No.
What do you mean? Have you spoken to him about it? No, of course not.
Of course I fucking haven't, Cleaver.
I'm a woman.
I internalise everything until I explode.
Well, listen, listen, come on.
Whatever it is, you're gonna work it out, all right? And you've got to speak to him about it.
You've got to give him a chance to atone for whatever it is he needs to atone for.
He doesn't have anything he needs to atone for.
All right? That's the trouble.
Oh, fuck.
Missy! Missy! Missy! So? So? What the fuck? You just vanished without so much as an adios? I'm going to law school.
Law school? I guess I should be flattered.
It's nothing to do with you.
My father was a lawyer.
I thought your father was a diplomat.
He was a lawyer first.
Given what we had We had a business relationship.
That's not how I would choose to categorise it.
The use of a credit card is usually evidence of a commercial transaction, is it not? What about all the times you came around to my place? You still paid.
All right.
What about when you visited me in rehab? Oh, Jesus, Cleave.
What's your point? My point is it wasn't just a business relationship and you know that's my point, so stop being whatever it is that you're being.
I'm being me.
You're not.
I know you.
No, you don't.
I was who you wanted me to be.
Some guys want me to be the nurse, some guys want me to be a schoolgirl, a dominatrix, whatever.
You wanted me to be your friend.
And so I was, that was the gig.
That is horseshit.
You can choose to believe whatever you like.
I'm not choosing to believe anything, it's an objective fact.
What is? You and me.
Us.
This.
Our connection.
It's real and palpable.
And you can't just write it off as a part of some exit strategy.
I'm happy when I'm with you.
I guess that's why I got the big bucks.
If we happen to bump into each other in the future, I trust I can rely on your discretion.
My discretion? Of course.
Thank you.
Adios.
Hey! What about our things? What about Ravel? Go away, please.
Henry Miller? The Marquis de Sade? Jackie Gleeson.
Non-conceptual art.
Huh? I gave all these things to you.
So what do I owe you? You owe me an explanation.
I owe you nothing.
You got what you paid for.
I've drawn a line in the sand.
You are part of my past now.
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Cleaver Greene.
I've counselled and I've been asked to step in today for your usual lecturer, who's temporarily indisposed.
Now, who can tell me where you're all up to? That girl there.
Yeah? Blondie? You? No? Yeah? We've been discussing the Trade Practices Act.
Ah.
Misleading and deceptive conduct.
I know it only too well.
Section 51:1 was designed to protect the unsuspecting from the unscrupulous.
If in the course of a professional transaction, the party whose services you've engaged make certain warranties, are you not, as the purchaser, entitled to rely upon those warranties? OK, let's look at this from a whole other angle.
How many here today are fans of Ravel? Huh? Oh, don't you just love him? What about Piano Concerto in D? No? What about the easy-listening classics? Everybody loves a Bolero.
Come on.
(HUMS TUNE) (STUDENTS LAUGH) Greene? Professor Morrison, glad you've made a speedy recovery.
Ladies and gentlemen, you've been a terrific crowd.
Thank you, Corporate Law One! Professor Sinclair, this is Nicole.
How do you do? My back is killing me, thank you.
We're between digs.
So you were close to Professor Murray? Very.
Both Friedmanites down to our bootstraps.
Both pro-market, both anti-big government.
We co-authored countless papers, we sat on a number of advisory committees together.
In the late '90s, we were both seconded to Treasury.
Costello dubbed us the "twin apostles".
Did Professor Murray give you any clue that he may have been a cannibal? Of course not.
So until the moment you heard he'd eaten Sebastian Carey, you thought he was perfectly normal? No.
But nothing's been normal since the crisis began.
You don't mean the global financial crisis? I am married and my wife is an invalid and very dependent on me.
But minutes before the Lehman Brothers' collapse was announced, Professor Murray's wife and I finally consummated what had been a longstanding but up until then, purely emotional affair.
The very same day, Mr Greene, almost down to the second.
I slept with my best friend's wife and betrayed my own .
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and almost instantly, the world as I knew it ceased to exist.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes! Game, set and match.
Thank you linesman.
Thank you, ball boy.
(LAUGHS) It was the late Mr Osbourne's opinion that you should plead guilty of murder but by reason of insanity.
But I killed no-one.
That's right.
So why am I still in here? You've been charged with murder so there has to be a trial.
Well, they will find me innocent.
Perhaps.
Then I can go home to Annie.
Graham, you ate someone.
You're never going home.
He was already dead.
I mean, what could be more natural than wanting to consume human flesh? It combines our two most primal instincts into one single act.
Remember your first kiss, Mr Greene? Your tongue snaking down into someone else's soul? We caress necks, we kiss them, we give each other love bites.
And these bloody gorgeous purple bruises that we wear as badges of honour.
But you break the skin, you go that one tiny step further and we're considered vampires, monsters that should be consigned into eternal darkness.
It's the worst sort of hypocrisy.
Did you call Roy? Yeah, he'll be here.
I was thinking, maybe you shouldn't refer to Graham as Professor Murray.
Makes him sound a bit smart.
Good point.
We shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that the defendant preyed on the frailties of a mentally ill person in an effort to induce his death and then eat him.
The defendant, Professor Graham Murray, AM, is a brilliant economist.
These are not my words.
These are words that have been applied to Professor Murray many times, as recently as 12 months ago by Ben Bernanke, Chairman of the US Federal Reserve.
He was for a time head of economic policy for the OECD.
The multibillionaire, Warren Buffet, once spoke at a dinner in honour of Professor Murray.
He said, "There is nothing Graham Murray can't do if he puts his mind to it.
The man is a genius.
" Roy! Roy! Anything useful yet? They look like they hate him.
They're not saying that they hate him.
They're saying they're scared shitless of him.
Mr Greene? Thank you, Your Honour.
Ladies and gentlemen, the only charge being defended in this trial is that of murder.
There is, in fact, no law against cannibalism in this State.
GENERAL MURMUR But I'm betting, and tragically, I'm nothing if not a betting man, that if you had to decide right now .
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you would find the accused guilty of murder because the very idea of being in the same room as a cannibal scares the hell out of you.
We don't deny the accused is a cannibal.
We don't defend that fact.
But that is not the charge.
The charge is murder, and we will prove, using the deceased's very own last words, that Graham Murray is innocent.
The charge is murder and you must remember, it is a universally accepted legal doctrine that you cannot murder a dead man.
Dr Hartcher? Yes? Have you read the police report into the death of Sebastian Carey? I have.
Were you able to draw any inferences from this report in terms of the victim's state of mind? Objection.
Oh.
Pardon me, Your Honour.
The deceased's state of mind.
I have.
Whilst most of us make the transition from adolescent to adult with varying degrees of success, there are some amongst us whose egos are so badly traumatised by the process that they lose any sense of self.
In a very small number of cases, this abnegation of the self becomes so extreme that it develops into a fetish of sorts, of self-degradation.
This could manifest as a desire to turn oneself into another's excrement.
Dr Hartcher, do you believe that such a mind may be vulnerable to powers of suggestion? Psychological manipulation? Yes.
Dr Hartcher, have you ever eaten another animal's flesh? Yes.
Having cooked that flesh yourself? Yes.
Seasoned it? Your Honour I'm happy to move on, Your Honour.
I have here a raft of sworn statements by colleagues of the deceased, senior West Australian lawyers, which mustn't be held against them, Your Honour.
QUIET LAUGHTER Have you had an opportunity to read these statements, Dr Hartcher? I have.
He worked on average 15:4 hours a day, usually six days a week.
None of these statements even hints at self-abnegation.
The common threads are "quiet, kept to himself, professional, dependable, dull".
This is not inconsistent with our research, Mr Greene.
Oh? As I have repeatedly stated, people such as the deceased can be fully functional professionally.
Now, Dr Hartcher, I need you to be absolutely clear about this.
Are you saying that it is entirely possible that the deceased presented himself to his West Australian colleagues as rational and functioning? Yes.
They would have had no idea or suspicion as to his mental capacity? Well, if they did, I presume he couldn't function as a lawyer.
Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
QUIET LAUGHTER It follows, therefore, that the deceased could have presented himself to my client as rational and functioning on the night they met in the warehouse.
But for the fact the deceased was going there to be eaten.
I should have thought that would present a bit of a clue.
GENERAL MURMURS She ran right over you! I made my points.
She ran right over you! Dr Hartcher was much more impressive than anticipated.
Where's Annie? Why isn't she here yet? Where's Aden? Don't know, Graham.
I need her here.
Where is she? Oh, Jesus, you blokes, give her a break! Come on, Teddy, you're better than this.
A man's gotta eat, Cleave.
Always after your pound of flesh, aren't you? Nothing but a bunch of bottom feeders.
You ought to know.
Bite me! Those hacks, they follow me everywhere.
PHONE RINGS That'll be them now.
It's never going to end.
What I want to know is who told them that I ate it too? It wasn't us.
That would have been a cop on retainer.
Mrs Murray, have you seen Professor Sinclair recently? Yes, I have.
Did he happen to mention to you that he told us about you and he Yes.
Yes, he did.
I don't know what possessed him to tell you.
It's no-one else's business.
I think he feels a little guilty.
We did it once! One time! And it just happened to be the morning that Lehman's collapsed.
So Aden's got it in his head somewhere, he thinks that the whole financial crisis is some sort of moral retribution.
Sometimes I wonder who's madder, him or Graham.
It's only a matter of time before he feels the need to confess to someone else.
His wife, maybe.
The faculty.
Oh, God.
What if he tells the press? It'll never end.
He's not gonna do that, Mrs Murray.
Mrs Murray, your husband needs you in court.
I told you, I'm not going to testify.
We're not asking you to testify.
Did you talk to Barn? Yeah, sweet.
When you take that sip of water.
Anything else? You've got most of the jury on side.
They think that Sebastian topped himself.
But one or two of the old ducks, they still think that he's too clever by half.
All right, great.
Thanks, mate.
Had you met Mr Carey before that night at the warehouse? No, regrettably.
Did you have a conversation with him? Yes, we had a nice chat.
He was a lovely fellow.
Very sad but he was a lovely fellow.
Did you discuss the GFC? Beg your pardon? The Global Financial Crisis.
Did you talk about that? Umno.
Is it a topic of conversation you'd prefer to avoid? N-not especially.
You failed to predict it.
Didn't you, Mr Murray? Yes, everyone did.
Well, not everyone.
There were a handful in the United States who predicted it.
There were a couple in Europe.
Keynesians.
Their modelling was deeply flawed.
Oh, so they just got lucky, did they? The truth is, Mr Murray, you're just not that clever, are you? I beg your pardon? How could you possibly be a genius when you failed to predict the single biggest economic event of our times? You missed it by a mile, didn't you? You and your free market pals.
You thought you'd factored in everything.
It was a perfect market, except there was one thing that you failed to take into account - the bottomless pit of human greed.
And that's something that's impossible to quantify.
Isn't it, Mr Murray? Well, er (STAMMERS) It finds a level.
But it didn't.
Did it? Mr Greene, this is a most unusual re-examination.
Your Honour, my friend spent a lot of time asking Mr Murray about his expertise.
Very well.
Mr Murray, did your wife Annie know anything about your assignation with Sebastian Carey? No, nothing.
I told you.
I swear.
S-she means the world to me.
I'd never do anything to hurt her.
I'm so sorry, my love.
I-I'm so sorry.
I-I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
I'm not a killer! I'm an economist! (SOBS) This is the prosecution's criminal mastermind.
This is their cold-blooded genius.
Mr Greene.
You've come to a verdict in the charge of murder? We have, Your Honour.
And what verdict have you come to? We find the defendant not guilty.
Thank you.
You're dismissed.
Now pending further psychiatric evaluation YES! Mr Murray Yes! I knew it! .
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will continue to be held in medical remand.
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I'm innocent! Yes! DOOR BUZZER Hey.
Hey.
You good? Yes, I'm great.
You? I hear .
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you won your cannibal case.
In a manner of speaking, yeah.
Oh, do you ever shop? What? What do you mean, what? I mean, what? Why the Munch face? Well, I thought, um, lines had been drawn and the sands of time parted.
You were right.
I do owe you an explanation.
I had a charmed life as a little girl, Cleave.
My dad .
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took me to all these fabulous places where we met fabulous people.
Yes, it was a fairytale.
I know.
Just before I turned 18, my parents were killed in a car crash.
And I fell apart.
Everything turned to shit.
Deep, serious shit.
You can guess the rest.
Now I have a chance to start again.
I want to start again.
Do you understand? So .
.
I was wondering if you could explain this to me.
It's all Greek to me.
Latin, actually.
My name's Melissa Partridge.
By the way.
Cleaver Greene.
How do you do? # RAVEL: Bolero played by amateur orchestra Closed Captions by CSI But no.
Because of some legal mumbo jumbo, my daughter remains in prison.
She's good.
Harry fucking Potter.
The guy's trying to bankrupt me.
Barney know where you are? Yes.
I'm at my sister's.
Lucy Marx does not go to jail.
She was right.
The system failed both her and her daughter.
Have you met Cleaver Greene before? Mr Greene, how are you? I'mseeing someone, Dad.
You're doing the -? Hey! Harry!
ENGINE STOPS I don't have a lot of time, mate.
I gotta be at the club at 10.
Get out of the car.
CAR DOOR SHUTS (SIGHS) Oh, come on, mate.
Mick knows I'm good for it.
Christ.
I reckon I put both of his boys through Cranbook.
None of us feel good about this, Cleave - not Mick, not me.
After what you done for my brothers.
Oh, well, yeah.
Now that you mention it, Col.
Mick's got some serious cash-flow issues.
He had to take on a new business partner.
He can't be seen to be weak.
I can't be seen to be weak, either.
Not right now, mate.
Ah, come on, Col.
(GROANS) (GROANS) Strict terms of trade now, Cleave - Hey! Mmmnice.
You should go to the hospital.
You'll do.
Oh, easy, tiger! Oh, fuck.
So we get to this bar - in Ballathena, I think it was - and there's this guy.
Blindfold guy? Uh-huh.
And he could play 20 games of chess at once.
What - some sort of Spanish Rain Man? I swear! I'd be wanting to see the thread-count on that blindfold, by the way.
(LAUGHS) Ah! So his girlfriend told him the moves.
He couldn't see a thing, but he remembered every single square, on every board.
Mmm-hmm.
He just strolled around the tables, drinking Pernot and playing chess.
Who won? The guy in the blindfold.
Oh, there's a surprise.
But my dad gave him a run for his money.
(CHUCKLES) ALERT TONE SOUNDS Aww .
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what, is she sitting out there timing us? (WINCES) This economic climate's turning every decent bender in this town into a reptile.
First my bookie, now my brothel-keeper.
I been coming to this place.
You'd think I would have accrued some Frequent Fucker points by now.
Um, I can't do Thursday, by the way.
Alright? Yeah.
MOBILE PHONE BEEPS Cleaves.
Joe.
Jesus.
What happened to you? Cupboard door - eye height.
Ah, right.
One of Mick's doors? When are you gonna learn? MOBILE PHONE BEEPS Oh, next life, maybe one after that.
Give it away, mate.
Gambling's a disease.
I know.
Have you got a driver? Oh, mate, the days when I could take a government car to the club are long gone.
There is such a thing as ministerial accountability, you know.
Pity.
How's the election looking? Oh, well, tighter than a nun's proverbial, but we will scrape through.
Yeah? Smart money says you fellas are going down.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, is that right? OK, Smart Money - five grand? Done.
(SNORES) HEAVY THUMPS (GROANS) TV NEWSREADER: The gruesome discovery has sent shockwaves through the corridors of power the world over.
Allie Black reports.
It was to this disused warehouse, in Sydney's Inner West Ohhello.
.
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that police allege Professor Murray lured his victim, West Australian solicitor, Sebastian Carey, after first making contact with him in an internet chatroom.
How could the government possibly have known that Professor Murray was a cannibal? He's been a key economic advisor for the past two federal governments, two Wall Street banks, three major European hedge funds.
Morning, children.
Ciao! Healy! His credentials were impeccable.
They were impeccable.
ALLIE BLACK: But isn't it the case that the government based its latest financial regulatory strategy on a report written by a psychopath? Might I remind the people of this great and prosperous State that our adoption of the recommendations in Professor Murray's report were backed not only by Moody's, and Standard and Poor's, but also by the Opposition.
Now, Professor Murray was engaged as an economist.
What he does in his .
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his spare time, is that's another matter entirely.
HUBBUB, CAMERAS CLICK I won't take any more quesitons.
You're fucking kidding me! What do you mean there's no law against cannibalism in this state? Well, just that, really.
There's no law against cannibalism.
This psychopath has made a laughing stock out of us - but it's not as if there weren't a few titters out there already.
Alright, get some charges laid, some serious charges.
Get him on trial.
Alright? We cannot look soft on this prick.
It's an election year! LAUGHTER Colleen, how are we? Hey! Morning.
Col.
Collissima.
What's the legal position? We're homeless again.
What? Mr Barraclough's coming back earlier than anticipated.
How much earlier? Quite a bit earlier, I'm afraid.
Mrs Barraclough's broken her leg.
(SIGHS) Well, he's only been gone two weeks.
I told him to get out of the place for four months.
What sort of sabbatical do you call that? Well, it was day one on the slopes, apparently.
Something about her being "piste", or "off-piste" Well, they've got surgeons in France, don't they? They got hospitals, a tres bon healthcare system, I'm led to understand.
Nevertheless.
Oh, pour la sake du fuck! You want me to start calling round? Yeah.
Find another room? Yeah.
You got the mention at 10.
Yeah.
(BLOWS NOSE) Yes.
Mr Potter.
Your Honour, we'd ask that the subpoeana be answered, or the respondant held in contempt.
It simply beggars belief that the only files apparently lost by the respondent are those being sought by the Taxation Office.
Mr Greene.
I couldn't agree more with my friend, Your Honour.
It is indeed an extraordinary coincidence.
But the truth is, I am simply a victim of the weather.
Owing to a torrential storm that was raging over the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney that day, the removalist I had engaged attempted to rush through what should have been a painstaking task.
A number of my boxes suffered water damage.
Relevant diaries and files relating to my financial affairs were lost, as well as cherished personal items.
I'm assured that affidavits from the removalist are forthcoming, and so I would ask Your Honour for an adjournment.
Mr Potter? Submission respectfully stands, Your Honour.
The Tax Office has been more than patient with Mr Greene.
We'll hold it over until the.
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:26th.
May it please the court.
Thank you, Your Honour.
(SIGHS) What's up, Harry? Removalists, rain-damaged boxes.
How long do you really think you can keep this going, Cleaver? Harry, there's nothing I'd like more than to have my boxes back.
They would exonerate me in an instant.
Bullshit.
Language, please.
My father here has a very delicate sensibility.
And lay off the "Harry" crap.
It's starting to get around.
Are you coming Thursday night? Yeah, mate, we'll be there.
OK.
See you then, Barn.
See ya, Harry.
Oh, sorry - David.
See ya, Harry Sorry David.
And I'll see you on the 26th, Cleaver.
Sure thing, Harry Sorry David.
Why are you getting chummy with the oily tick who's trying to bankrupt me? Because I'm with him, mate - you should pay taxes.
I don't see why I should support your lifestyle any more than I do already.
(WHINES MOCKINGLY) Shut it.
And in your internet post, you were clear about your intentions? This is a text of the message, Don.
"Is there anyone out there who would like to be eaten?" On the second page, you'll find the deceased's response.
"I want to be eaten.
" Right.
So you still deny the murder charge, Professor Murray? Of course.
I am not a murderer.
Tell us about the night in question.
He arrived at eight.
I'd bought a bottle of Krug, so we drank a toast.
While I was busy making preparations in the kitchen, he consumed a large number of sleeping pills.
A little while after that, he passed out .
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and moments later, he was dead.
I proceeded to dismember him.
Over the course of the next three weeks, I ate most of his remains.
Where was your wife at this time? At home.
She knew nothing about it.
Have you seen her? They won't let me talk to her.
I'm worried, I'm worried.
I think she might be a little upset.
There's that possibility.
Yes.
Can you get a message to her? What would you like to say? I want you to tell her not to worry, that we can get through this.
You know, every marriage has its ups and downs.
My name is Sebastian Vincent Carey.
My address is 27 Holroyd Place, Perth, in the State of Western Australia.
I'm a maritime lawyer, employed by the firm Russell and Garland.
I'm about to commit suicide.
I have here sleeping pills, purchased by myself, which I shall take in order to induce my death.
I repeat, I am committing suicide.
I wish for my remains to be consumed by Professor Murray.
You've always been right, Dad.
I am shit.
I've always been shit.
PILLS RATTLE And now, I will be shit.
Cut fucking snakes, the pair of them.
That may be the case, but the evidence would suggest our client isn't a murderer, Don.
No! He's just a cannibal.
Cannibalism isn't a crime in this State.
Technically, all he's done is mistreat a corpse, and fail to notify police of a death.
That's two years, max.
He abetted a suicide - that's 10.
That's not the charge, Don.
They're going with murder.
Yeah - they don't want to look soft with an election coming.
I reckon there's a window here.
A window?! You don't really think, Cleaver, they could ever possibly let that lunatic out? We'll plead insanity, and he'll be sectioning off to Bedlam before lunch on the first day - game, set and match.
The fact that he'll spend the rest of his days in an asylum doesn't mean that we should cop a murder plea if he didn't kill anyone.
Cleaver, I know reality is a daunting topic of conversation for you, but our client ate another human being.
Look, he might be as mad as a meat-axe - he probably used a meat-axe - but if he didn't kill the deceased, then there's a murder charge that's gotta be defended.
That's what we do, isn't it? I'm running late.
Gentlemen.
Well, we got the wife at three.
Cleaver can handle that.
And get some character witnesses, if you can find any.
Justice must be seen to be done, I suppose.
Well, is that everything for now? Yeah.
Thanks, Don.
Thanks, Don.
Thank you, linesman.
Thank you, ball boy.
Why does he assume that I was the linesman? Is it impossible, Barnyard, that you're the linesman and I'm the ball boy? You think you know someone.
I mean, you prepare yourself for marriage, don't you? Sickness and health and all that.
But then you He told me it was chicken! (SOBS) Beg your pardon? The remains that they found in our freezer, at home - he told me they were chicken fillets.
You didn't actually? With garlic, white wine, pepper, and a little balsamic.
(SNIFFS) Um (SNIFFS) .
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did, uh, did you know anything about your husband's tendencies, Mrs Murray? Of course not.
He's been a vegetarian since he was 23.
Well, from vego to cannibal, without so much as a chop in-between.
Was your husband ever prone to violence? No, never.
Did he ever threaten you with violence? No.
He was a very gentle man.
I'm not sure why you're asking me these questions.
Surely there can't be any legal issues here? It's important to establish that your husband wasn't given to violence.
Wasn't given to violence? He hacked that poor man's body apart.
Yes, but only after he was dead.
We've started gathering a list of people who might speak on your husband's behalf.
I'm sorry? Potential defence witnesses.
Defence witnesses? We assume, as he's your husband- You can't.
You can't intrude on these people's lives and ask them to speak on behalf of a cannibal.
They have families, reputations! Graham's insane.
He's obviously never gonna be released.
Yes, but he's not a murderer.
I forbid you to speak to anyone on that list.
You forbid? I'm sorry.
You're not in a position to forbid anything.
Will you please just stop this thing? It just doesn't serve any purpose.
OK.
Who's Tyler Banks? A family friend.
Jeremy Brown? Another friend.
Aden Sinclair? A friend.
Oh, fuck.
COMPUTER BEEPS Yes.
COMPUTER BEEPS Jesus.
DOORBELL SOUNDS WOMAN THROUGH INTERCOM: Hello? Eager beaver Cleaver! BUZZER, GATE CLICKS Ah - the belle of Burton Street.
How's tricks? End of the quarter, you know.
Always a bloody nightmare.
GST, some shit about payroll tax.
I don't know why I ever went legit.
Yeah - I wouldn't have.
Missy won't be in tonight, love.
Is she alright? She quit.
What do you mean, she quit? Not coming back.
Well, she didn't say anything to me.
She wouldn't just quit without saying something.
Well, she said she wanted to make a clean break.
You know, she's talking about going to uni.
MOBILE PHONE DIALS WOMAN ON RECORDING: 'The number you have called is not connected.
Please check the number before dialling again.
' Five years.
What? Well, it's a lot more common than you'd think.
What is? Falling in love with a prostitute.
That's not what this is about.
Really? What's it about? It's abouttrust, andethics.
Well, what did you expect? I mean, she was role-playing.
It's what they do.
Wendy, she wasn't role-playing, alright? Her feelings were genuine, believe me.
Did you pay her to visit you in rehab? No, I did not.
Well-remembered, Doc.
So, you knowI mean, if it's all about business, why was she visiting me in rehab? Maybe you thought finally you had a relationship you could control, dictate all the terms, but yet again, you transgressed the normal boundaries, and allowed feelings- The normal boundaries of prostitution? Well, there are boundaries to every relationship, Cleave - business, marriage, whatever.
Most people are aware of them.
Tell me, what do you miss most about her? Well, the sex, of course.
OK.
What can I say? It was great sex.
It was so good.
But that's not what you miss the most, is it? What are you talking about? It was every man's dream.
It was uncomplicated, it was hot.
But what do you miss the most? The backgammon.
Have you tried to make contact with her? Changed her number.
Moved house.
She's disappeared off the face of the earth.
It's like being in a bloody Polanski movie.
There's this guy I know who works for a credit agency - I got him off a couple of stalking charges a while back.
He's looking into her records for me, but after that Mum? DOOR OPENS In here, darling.
Hello, mate.
Hey, Dad.
Scoring another freebie? Yes.
"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies.
And all that's best of dark and bright meets in her aspect, and her eyes.
Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
" Bugger me, he was good.
Yeah, but what use is it? What do you mean, what use is it? It's poetry, you knucklehead.
It has only one use, and that's for pulling chicks.
Trust me, mate - you inhale a bit of Byron now, in a few years, the dividends will speak for themselves, boy.
Hey Dad, can I ask you a favour? Fire away.
If Mum asks, can you tell her I stayed at your place on Friday night? Oh, yes? And why would we be lying to Mum? Cos she'll be pissed off if I tell her the truth.
Which is? You don't wanna know, Dad.
Actually, I do wanna know, Fuzz.
No, you don't.
It's no big deal, I swear.
It's something you told me you did like, 1,000 times when you were a kid, so Then I really wanna know.
Look, Dad .
.
what you need is plausible deniability.
If Mum ever found out what I was really doing, she'd ask you if you knew.
This way, you can honestly say you don't.
Otherwise, you're just gonna get caught up in another web of lies, Mum will drag us back to family counselling, and we both know what Dr Stirrup will have to say.
What is this? Dad, I'm trying to help you out here.
If Mum finds out the truth, we both know you'll be held responsible one way or another, because you're a "terrible role model.
" He said that once, and that was in an early session.
Yeah, but if you back me up, it'll be a non-event.
Forget about it, pal.
This is extortion.
I'm not gonna be compromised in this way by my own flesh and blood.
remember what happened when she busted me smoking? Last Friday? Oh, yeah, had a great night.
What'd you do? Oh, just stayed in, had some Thai.
He brought around a couple of hilariously unwatchable DVDs.
Why do you ask? No reason.
Oh, listen - I got another love letter from the school yesterday.
Ah, OK.
You're 11 grand down on last year, Cleave.
I can't keep doing it by myself.
No, no, no.
Right.
No, look, I'm good for it.
My cannibal should cover that.
(LAUGHS) What? How could you possibly turn that into a money-spinner? He ate someone.
You'd be surprised.
CAR HORN BEEPS It's a hopeless case.
They're the only ones worth fighting for, darling.
Oh! Wish Barn a happy birthday for me.
CAR IDLES Shit.
Barney's birthday.
Yes, yes, good.
Good point, good point.
I want an elephant one.
OK! But you do realise that last week you wanted giraffes, so I went out, and I spent - oh, what - a gazillion billion dollars on giraffe band-aids.
Oh, what do you know? The last elephant in the pack.
Come on, let's see the damage.
She didn't really say that? I'm afraid she did, and it's official - we do taste just like chicken.
(ALL GROAN) Oh, no! And what have we got here, Scarlet? GENERAL OBJECTION No, no, look, I am enjoying it.
It's just Hello? Ah, Joe! Sorry, sorry - traffic, and everything else.
Cleave, how are you, mate? Yes, very good.
Hey, mate.
Hello, Sal.
Happy birthday, mate.
Oh, don't apologise to me.
So what body part was it she ate? GENERAL GROAN Well Sammy, please - I've been up to my neck in this psycho all day.
Yeah, but what would be the point, Cleave? Point of what, Sal? You said you were pushing to pursue this to trial.
So what would the point be? The time and the money wasted on an exercise which is gonna make absolutely no difference to your client's future.
Well, to be brutally Francis with you, I don't give a shit about my client's future.
(SOME CHUCKLE) What I do give a shit about, believe it or not, is the law.
(ALL LAUGH) Since when? Well, I don't know about you lot but I don't wanna live in a society where, for purely political reasons, someone could be charged with a crime they didn't commit.
You know, that's a pretty serious accusation, mate.
Puh-lease.
And it's all kosher because he's got a couple of mental health issues.
(ALL LAUGH) A couple of mental health issues? He ate someone, he's a monster.
He's misunderstood.
So you're gonna convince the jury that this cannibal isn't a monster? Well, it's easier than convincing them an economist is a human being.
(ALL LAUGH) So, but the tax payers of this State This great and prosperous State, Joe.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have to fork out because one of your highly selective principles has reared its ugly head, eh? Don't give a rat's arse about the law, Cleave.
You get lowlife crooks off all the time.
And once again, you misread me.
The very reason I get my lowlife crooks off, is because I care about the law.
It's justice I don't give a toss about.
GENERAL LAUGHTER You're looking more battered than usual.
No, I'm all right.
Barney told me that your little friend at the club has flown the coop.
My little friend? Your prostitute.
Oh, my prostitute.
My harlot, Scarlet.
Don't worry, I'm sure there's plenty more fish in that particular sea.
It's a shame you never met, you know.
You'd like her, Red.
You've actually got a lot in common.
Oh, yeah? Do tell.
Oh, well, you both resolutely pretend that you're not madly in love with me.
Sad, really.
Who's madly in love? No, I'm just explaining to your wife here that she's secretly in love with me and she's not alone.
Oh, well.
Do whatever you have to, you two.
I'm buggered, gotta be up with the sparrows.
I'm gonna call a cab.
Stay, don't go on my account.
Night, cock.
Oh, goodnight, cock.
Happy birthday.
Thanks, man.
Be gentle with him, won't you? Yeah.
And I haven't forgotten about that birthday present.
Yes, lots of big ideas.
(SIGHS) Now, where were we? Ah, yes.
You were banging on about this threesome with me and my harlot.
Look, Red, it's gonna be tricky.
Yeah.
Hey.
Red.
Red! Red, Red.
He is such a good man.
He's such a fucking good man.
I can't do this anymore.
You can't do what? This marriage.
Fuck.
You're kidding me.
No.
What do you mean? Have you spoken to him about it? No, of course not.
Of course I fucking haven't, Cleaver.
I'm a woman.
I internalise everything until I explode.
Well, listen, listen, come on.
Whatever it is, you're gonna work it out, all right? And you've got to speak to him about it.
You've got to give him a chance to atone for whatever it is he needs to atone for.
He doesn't have anything he needs to atone for.
All right? That's the trouble.
Oh, fuck.
Missy! Missy! Missy! So? So? What the fuck? You just vanished without so much as an adios? I'm going to law school.
Law school? I guess I should be flattered.
It's nothing to do with you.
My father was a lawyer.
I thought your father was a diplomat.
He was a lawyer first.
Given what we had We had a business relationship.
That's not how I would choose to categorise it.
The use of a credit card is usually evidence of a commercial transaction, is it not? What about all the times you came around to my place? You still paid.
All right.
What about when you visited me in rehab? Oh, Jesus, Cleave.
What's your point? My point is it wasn't just a business relationship and you know that's my point, so stop being whatever it is that you're being.
I'm being me.
You're not.
I know you.
No, you don't.
I was who you wanted me to be.
Some guys want me to be the nurse, some guys want me to be a schoolgirl, a dominatrix, whatever.
You wanted me to be your friend.
And so I was, that was the gig.
That is horseshit.
You can choose to believe whatever you like.
I'm not choosing to believe anything, it's an objective fact.
What is? You and me.
Us.
This.
Our connection.
It's real and palpable.
And you can't just write it off as a part of some exit strategy.
I'm happy when I'm with you.
I guess that's why I got the big bucks.
If we happen to bump into each other in the future, I trust I can rely on your discretion.
My discretion? Of course.
Thank you.
Adios.
Hey! What about our things? What about Ravel? Go away, please.
Henry Miller? The Marquis de Sade? Jackie Gleeson.
Non-conceptual art.
Huh? I gave all these things to you.
So what do I owe you? You owe me an explanation.
I owe you nothing.
You got what you paid for.
I've drawn a line in the sand.
You are part of my past now.
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Cleaver Greene.
I've counselled and I've been asked to step in today for your usual lecturer, who's temporarily indisposed.
Now, who can tell me where you're all up to? That girl there.
Yeah? Blondie? You? No? Yeah? We've been discussing the Trade Practices Act.
Ah.
Misleading and deceptive conduct.
I know it only too well.
Section 51:1 was designed to protect the unsuspecting from the unscrupulous.
If in the course of a professional transaction, the party whose services you've engaged make certain warranties, are you not, as the purchaser, entitled to rely upon those warranties? OK, let's look at this from a whole other angle.
How many here today are fans of Ravel? Huh? Oh, don't you just love him? What about Piano Concerto in D? No? What about the easy-listening classics? Everybody loves a Bolero.
Come on.
(HUMS TUNE) (STUDENTS LAUGH) Greene? Professor Morrison, glad you've made a speedy recovery.
Ladies and gentlemen, you've been a terrific crowd.
Thank you, Corporate Law One! Professor Sinclair, this is Nicole.
How do you do? My back is killing me, thank you.
We're between digs.
So you were close to Professor Murray? Very.
Both Friedmanites down to our bootstraps.
Both pro-market, both anti-big government.
We co-authored countless papers, we sat on a number of advisory committees together.
In the late '90s, we were both seconded to Treasury.
Costello dubbed us the "twin apostles".
Did Professor Murray give you any clue that he may have been a cannibal? Of course not.
So until the moment you heard he'd eaten Sebastian Carey, you thought he was perfectly normal? No.
But nothing's been normal since the crisis began.
You don't mean the global financial crisis? I am married and my wife is an invalid and very dependent on me.
But minutes before the Lehman Brothers' collapse was announced, Professor Murray's wife and I finally consummated what had been a longstanding but up until then, purely emotional affair.
The very same day, Mr Greene, almost down to the second.
I slept with my best friend's wife and betrayed my own .
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and almost instantly, the world as I knew it ceased to exist.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes! Game, set and match.
Thank you linesman.
Thank you, ball boy.
(LAUGHS) It was the late Mr Osbourne's opinion that you should plead guilty of murder but by reason of insanity.
But I killed no-one.
That's right.
So why am I still in here? You've been charged with murder so there has to be a trial.
Well, they will find me innocent.
Perhaps.
Then I can go home to Annie.
Graham, you ate someone.
You're never going home.
He was already dead.
I mean, what could be more natural than wanting to consume human flesh? It combines our two most primal instincts into one single act.
Remember your first kiss, Mr Greene? Your tongue snaking down into someone else's soul? We caress necks, we kiss them, we give each other love bites.
And these bloody gorgeous purple bruises that we wear as badges of honour.
But you break the skin, you go that one tiny step further and we're considered vampires, monsters that should be consigned into eternal darkness.
It's the worst sort of hypocrisy.
Did you call Roy? Yeah, he'll be here.
I was thinking, maybe you shouldn't refer to Graham as Professor Murray.
Makes him sound a bit smart.
Good point.
We shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that the defendant preyed on the frailties of a mentally ill person in an effort to induce his death and then eat him.
The defendant, Professor Graham Murray, AM, is a brilliant economist.
These are not my words.
These are words that have been applied to Professor Murray many times, as recently as 12 months ago by Ben Bernanke, Chairman of the US Federal Reserve.
He was for a time head of economic policy for the OECD.
The multibillionaire, Warren Buffet, once spoke at a dinner in honour of Professor Murray.
He said, "There is nothing Graham Murray can't do if he puts his mind to it.
The man is a genius.
" Roy! Roy! Anything useful yet? They look like they hate him.
They're not saying that they hate him.
They're saying they're scared shitless of him.
Mr Greene? Thank you, Your Honour.
Ladies and gentlemen, the only charge being defended in this trial is that of murder.
There is, in fact, no law against cannibalism in this State.
GENERAL MURMUR But I'm betting, and tragically, I'm nothing if not a betting man, that if you had to decide right now .
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you would find the accused guilty of murder because the very idea of being in the same room as a cannibal scares the hell out of you.
We don't deny the accused is a cannibal.
We don't defend that fact.
But that is not the charge.
The charge is murder, and we will prove, using the deceased's very own last words, that Graham Murray is innocent.
The charge is murder and you must remember, it is a universally accepted legal doctrine that you cannot murder a dead man.
Dr Hartcher? Yes? Have you read the police report into the death of Sebastian Carey? I have.
Were you able to draw any inferences from this report in terms of the victim's state of mind? Objection.
Oh.
Pardon me, Your Honour.
The deceased's state of mind.
I have.
Whilst most of us make the transition from adolescent to adult with varying degrees of success, there are some amongst us whose egos are so badly traumatised by the process that they lose any sense of self.
In a very small number of cases, this abnegation of the self becomes so extreme that it develops into a fetish of sorts, of self-degradation.
This could manifest as a desire to turn oneself into another's excrement.
Dr Hartcher, do you believe that such a mind may be vulnerable to powers of suggestion? Psychological manipulation? Yes.
Dr Hartcher, have you ever eaten another animal's flesh? Yes.
Having cooked that flesh yourself? Yes.
Seasoned it? Your Honour I'm happy to move on, Your Honour.
I have here a raft of sworn statements by colleagues of the deceased, senior West Australian lawyers, which mustn't be held against them, Your Honour.
QUIET LAUGHTER Have you had an opportunity to read these statements, Dr Hartcher? I have.
He worked on average 15:4 hours a day, usually six days a week.
None of these statements even hints at self-abnegation.
The common threads are "quiet, kept to himself, professional, dependable, dull".
This is not inconsistent with our research, Mr Greene.
Oh? As I have repeatedly stated, people such as the deceased can be fully functional professionally.
Now, Dr Hartcher, I need you to be absolutely clear about this.
Are you saying that it is entirely possible that the deceased presented himself to his West Australian colleagues as rational and functioning? Yes.
They would have had no idea or suspicion as to his mental capacity? Well, if they did, I presume he couldn't function as a lawyer.
Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
QUIET LAUGHTER It follows, therefore, that the deceased could have presented himself to my client as rational and functioning on the night they met in the warehouse.
But for the fact the deceased was going there to be eaten.
I should have thought that would present a bit of a clue.
GENERAL MURMURS She ran right over you! I made my points.
She ran right over you! Dr Hartcher was much more impressive than anticipated.
Where's Annie? Why isn't she here yet? Where's Aden? Don't know, Graham.
I need her here.
Where is she? Oh, Jesus, you blokes, give her a break! Come on, Teddy, you're better than this.
A man's gotta eat, Cleave.
Always after your pound of flesh, aren't you? Nothing but a bunch of bottom feeders.
You ought to know.
Bite me! Those hacks, they follow me everywhere.
PHONE RINGS That'll be them now.
It's never going to end.
What I want to know is who told them that I ate it too? It wasn't us.
That would have been a cop on retainer.
Mrs Murray, have you seen Professor Sinclair recently? Yes, I have.
Did he happen to mention to you that he told us about you and he Yes.
Yes, he did.
I don't know what possessed him to tell you.
It's no-one else's business.
I think he feels a little guilty.
We did it once! One time! And it just happened to be the morning that Lehman's collapsed.
So Aden's got it in his head somewhere, he thinks that the whole financial crisis is some sort of moral retribution.
Sometimes I wonder who's madder, him or Graham.
It's only a matter of time before he feels the need to confess to someone else.
His wife, maybe.
The faculty.
Oh, God.
What if he tells the press? It'll never end.
He's not gonna do that, Mrs Murray.
Mrs Murray, your husband needs you in court.
I told you, I'm not going to testify.
We're not asking you to testify.
Did you talk to Barn? Yeah, sweet.
When you take that sip of water.
Anything else? You've got most of the jury on side.
They think that Sebastian topped himself.
But one or two of the old ducks, they still think that he's too clever by half.
All right, great.
Thanks, mate.
Had you met Mr Carey before that night at the warehouse? No, regrettably.
Did you have a conversation with him? Yes, we had a nice chat.
He was a lovely fellow.
Very sad but he was a lovely fellow.
Did you discuss the GFC? Beg your pardon? The Global Financial Crisis.
Did you talk about that? Umno.
Is it a topic of conversation you'd prefer to avoid? N-not especially.
You failed to predict it.
Didn't you, Mr Murray? Yes, everyone did.
Well, not everyone.
There were a handful in the United States who predicted it.
There were a couple in Europe.
Keynesians.
Their modelling was deeply flawed.
Oh, so they just got lucky, did they? The truth is, Mr Murray, you're just not that clever, are you? I beg your pardon? How could you possibly be a genius when you failed to predict the single biggest economic event of our times? You missed it by a mile, didn't you? You and your free market pals.
You thought you'd factored in everything.
It was a perfect market, except there was one thing that you failed to take into account - the bottomless pit of human greed.
And that's something that's impossible to quantify.
Isn't it, Mr Murray? Well, er (STAMMERS) It finds a level.
But it didn't.
Did it? Mr Greene, this is a most unusual re-examination.
Your Honour, my friend spent a lot of time asking Mr Murray about his expertise.
Very well.
Mr Murray, did your wife Annie know anything about your assignation with Sebastian Carey? No, nothing.
I told you.
I swear.
S-she means the world to me.
I'd never do anything to hurt her.
I'm so sorry, my love.
I-I'm so sorry.
I-I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
I'm not a killer! I'm an economist! (SOBS) This is the prosecution's criminal mastermind.
This is their cold-blooded genius.
Mr Greene.
You've come to a verdict in the charge of murder? We have, Your Honour.
And what verdict have you come to? We find the defendant not guilty.
Thank you.
You're dismissed.
Now pending further psychiatric evaluation YES! Mr Murray Yes! I knew it! .
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will continue to be held in medical remand.
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I'm innocent! Yes! DOOR BUZZER Hey.
Hey.
You good? Yes, I'm great.
You? I hear .
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you won your cannibal case.
In a manner of speaking, yeah.
Oh, do you ever shop? What? What do you mean, what? I mean, what? Why the Munch face? Well, I thought, um, lines had been drawn and the sands of time parted.
You were right.
I do owe you an explanation.
I had a charmed life as a little girl, Cleave.
My dad .
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took me to all these fabulous places where we met fabulous people.
Yes, it was a fairytale.
I know.
Just before I turned 18, my parents were killed in a car crash.
And I fell apart.
Everything turned to shit.
Deep, serious shit.
You can guess the rest.
Now I have a chance to start again.
I want to start again.
Do you understand? So .
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I was wondering if you could explain this to me.
It's all Greek to me.
Latin, actually.
My name's Melissa Partridge.
By the way.
Cleaver Greene.
How do you do? # RAVEL: Bolero played by amateur orchestra Closed Captions by CSI But no.
Because of some legal mumbo jumbo, my daughter remains in prison.
She's good.
Harry fucking Potter.
The guy's trying to bankrupt me.
Barney know where you are? Yes.
I'm at my sister's.
Lucy Marx does not go to jail.
She was right.
The system failed both her and her daughter.
Have you met Cleaver Greene before? Mr Greene, how are you? I'mseeing someone, Dad.
You're doing the -? Hey! Harry!