Crownies (2011) s01e02 Episode Script

(Alarm rings) Oh! Every time.
£ The rules are there but you don't have to obey £ The end has come and it's the start of the game £ There are no winners, there is no shame £ £ Gonna make it £ £ You're gonna make it today £ (Repeats refrain) Oh, sorry.
Be out of your hair in a minute, mate.
Need a copy of your hard drive.
Just had a shower.
Obviously.
Been on a run.
Got to keep fit.
Do you mind if I just use my office for a second? I'm done.
OK.
Thank you.
By the way, you're flying low.
How old is she? God, she looks a lot younger.
You think she'll carry much weight in court? Your own father pimped her out at a truck stop.
When she tells them, the jury, that.
If she can tell them that.
Kayla's actually very clear on details.
Little details with her never change.
That's why I believe her.
You can question her on this? So, Kayla, how far did his penis get inside your vagina?' I'm just saying, if I was prosecuting the case, I'd need to know she could answer it.
Got hold of Jimmy the Butcher yet? I keep leaving messages.
He's so bloody important now.
A scoop on the Attorney-General will do that.
Why didn't you drag me away from him at the party? You two looked like you were having way too much fun.
What a mistake.
Getting drunk with him was a mistake.
That's all.
Nothing else.
Not even one little mistake joke about polonecked jumpers? I don't know where Jimmy heard about that file but it certainly wasn't from me.
OK.
Jeez.
Interesting morning.
We've never had the police in here before.
Don't you own an iron? I don't want any more sex, OK? You make an effort with everything else.
The cleaners leave before you.
How long would it take to press a shirt? All you've given me for eight weeks is sex.
I can't take it.
Just something else.
Anything.
Please? Drug possession? Suit your delicate constitution any better? Yes.
Thank you.
I love drugs.
Tracey, good morning.
Tell me, how am I looking on that board of yours? Wow, you smell amazing.
None of you are looking very good this morning.
This'll make you feel better.
We've been bumped off the front page.
Two sisters, a pair of bolt cutters and one mashed up dead guy.
Juicy, huh? Threesomes, I tell you, they never work out.
I could do it.
I'd look better on TV.
Doubt that.
Not as good as me.
If I were one of you five I wouldn't want to be near the press at the moment.
I'll tell you, I'm quite prepared to do a lot of sucking up to get this case, Tracey, so what kind of sucking would you like? It'll go straight to a Crown prosprosecutor, as always.
Sorry, no headline cases there.
You still need to pick one of us to get the ball rolling.
I do, don't I? You enjoy flirting with her.
Guilty as charged.
I'd flirt with her to get that case.
You could flirt with her but do you want to? That was funny, wasn't it? Or it would be funny if you were a juvenile, insensitive arsehole whose only redeeming feature You don't have one, Ben.
Quite right.
I would hate to be her today.
Fuck.
Excuse me, Janet.
Don't be alarmed to find a police officer going through everything in your office.
I believe David OK'd it.
I'm sure he's just trying to do everything he can to minimise the damage.
I'm sure he is.
Everyone would understand if you took the day off and go .
.
Home.
Do you have a warrant? No, but my understanding is we were invited in.
I'd like you to leave.
I'll come back when it's more convenient for you.
It won't be.
Right now, you're not a good look for the DPP.
You think it's a good look to have me sidelined? way for all of us to look guilty.
I don't have a choice.
I have to back you off until this business with the Attorney-General settles.
How long is that going to be? You tell me.
Find out which one of the five ratbags leaked the file you're back in business.
This place is crawling with cops.
I thought it was their job to find that out.
If you can't stay here you're free to go home.
I am not going home.
I'm here to do a job.
I'm not going home.
That's your call.
Hi, Michelle.
Hi, Kayla.
Thanks for coming in.
Sorry about all the fuss.
It's not normally like this.
I could find you somewhere quieter to wait.
I'll need to speak with Kayla on her own.
On her own? I can organise you a cup of tea while you wait.
No.
I'm her mother.
I'm coming with her.
It's a technicality, Michelle, but if you're not supportive of Kayla's claim, which you've indicated you're not, then we need to speak to Kayla separately.
A Witness Assistance Officer will be with us looking after Kayla's welfare.
Kayla, would you like to come with me? Kayla, can you tell me, when you were with that man, that man at the truck stop.
Kayla? Kayla, whose idea was it for you to have sex with that man? Kayla, it's important for you to concentrate on the questions I'm asking.
Yes.
Important.
That's right.
It's very important.
So, tell me.
Whose idea was it for you to have sex with that man at the truck stop? Daddy.
Daddy said I could ride in the big truck, and get a Chupa Chup.
If you had sex with the man? You do understand what sex is? That's how you make babies.
Did you want to make a baby with that man at the truck stop? He had yucky hands.
Yucky hands that smell like petrol.
So, why did you go with him to the toilets? Why did you let him, ah, touch you? To get a Chupa Chup.
From Daddy, you said.
Yep.
Daddy.
Kayla, we're going to have to talk about exactly where the man touched you.
Is that alright? He broke my shirt.
Broke your shirt? My favourite.
The one with the fairy on it.
You mean he ripped it? It had a fairy on it.
Do you like fairies? I love fairies.
They fly so high, they can go wherever they feel like.
What'd you score from Lady Tracey? Ah, two mentions, a directions hearing and this one.
Some lunatic who wants to blow up Woolies needs to see his mum before she dies.
So they're getting Rosenberg back for a bail application.
Back from his holidays? I know.
Shoot me now.
Julie's going to hate you.
Rosenberg should just get a fill in.
I don't know why he's dragged her back.
He can't take a shit without Julie there to hand him paper.
planned for weeks.
You know her schedule intimately.
We're friends.
Chat around the court, maybe coffee friends, or friends with more personal benefits? Well, considering I'm a gentleman, I don't think I'll be answering that sort of question.
I thought so.
I'm not confirming or denying anything.
But I do have a Rosenberg tip.
Apparently he's got a thing for hot young lawyers.
I reckon you should bang him.
You are so helpful to have around.
You betcha.
My friend, yet another fabulously drafted indictment.
Not my words, Janet's.
How are we going on the next few? We are done.
Well, that's $50 a brief.
So that's one, two, three.
There's 150.
Thank you, good sir.
Let me show you something spectacular.
OK, what have we got? Don't use my computer to get on Facebook.
Like you don't check 10 times a day.
I'm not on Facebook.
Right.
Why is that? A moral objection to social networking or are you just a cynic? I don't have any burning need to get in touch with people I never liked at uni.
Maybe if those uni people looked like this.
Say hello to my Friday night.
Do you actually know this girl? Harriet? Yeah.
We did first year law together at Sydney.
And I'm going to swing it so my grandfather lends me his old Jag.
She's got a thing for doing a little vintage.
Ben, I have got my first court appearance today and I just got the case and I'm totally unprepared.
Plus I'm still trying to get a hold of this pirate sex case.
Pirate sex? Do tell.
Can you please Are you freaking out? No.
There are things you can take for that.
I'm not freaking out.
Why am I not surprised there's a pharmacy in your pocket? They're beta blockers.
Help calm the nerves.
Take two before court and you will cruise through.
My cousin takes those before auditions so he's really He's an actor.
Oh.
Rock on.
Would I have seen him in anything, your cousin? Oh no, he never gets any work.
Encouraging.
Can I ask what Kayla was doing on that drive with your husband? Does she often accompany him in the truck? This is ridiculous.
Ridiculous your daughter may have been sexually abused? Joel's a good man.
He loves Kayla.
Did Kayla ever talk to you about the drawings she made at school? Those bloody drawings.
Why don't the teachers mind their own business? When a student like Kayla makes drawings like that, of a man on top of a girl, with white liquid spraying out his penis, it becomes a mandatory reporting issue.
It's making trouble, that's what that's doing.
Kids draw stuff.
She told the teacher the drawing was of her.
She said it's what happened to her the night she went in the truck with her father.
Did she also tell you she's got a dragon living under her bed? Oh, yeah.
That's a frequent topic of conversation at our house.
But a graphic drawing like that.
How would she know what that was if it happened to her? Kids talk about stuff in the playground.
You know, if Kayla gets something into her brain, it's real for her.
You do realise the medical report confirms Kayla's no longer a virgin.
Yeah, for all I know she could have lost that ages ago.
Look, her brain may not be up to scratch but she's a teenage girl.
She's got teenage girl hormones.
You know, she hangs around with boys at school.
I'm just grateful she hasn't gotten pregnant yet.
You won't even consider it's possible she's telling you the truth? I'm her mother.
A mother knows.
Michelle, I understand how difficult it is to imagine your own husband being part of something like this, but I don't see how you can ignore what she's saying.
Because she's making it up.
If a sexual assault has occurred, we will be proceeding.
Know what? There have been people like you sticking their oar in ever since she was born.
Why don't you just mind your own business? Go and save someone else.
Julie.
Heard about your holiday stuff up.
I should be pashing Swedish backpackers right now.
Rosenberg's freakishly attached to you.
And I was freakishly attached to my holiday in Laos.
Could be worse.
You could be in our office today.
I bet it's happy days in there.
Yeah.
Now, I've got 10 minutes till I need to be in court, so how about we get creative? 10 minutes? I did say creative.
How about tomorrow night? I think we're going to need more than 10 minutes, don't you? Tomorrow? Tomorrow's Friday.
Well done.
No, I mean, well, is it such a great idea for us to be, you know, together, in public? Considering, you know.
As opposed to in private, like now? Yeah.
Considering what? Well, maybe we shouldn't be drawing attention to ourselves.
How about Saturday? Saturday morning, even.
I've got some very pleasant ways of saying good morning.
You know what I hate most about lawyers? What? You're all so full of shit.
Julie, wait.
No, fuck the hell off, Ben.
Jimmy? It's Erin O'Shaughnassy.
Again.
How do you expect to get any new stories if you don't ever answer your phone? For the 100th time, call me when you get a second.
Please tell me that's not breakfast.
You'd be surprised what food colouring does for the synapses.
You been busy? There's a memorandum of advice, and a draft indictment for you to sign.
I'm not bothering with the man who paid for sex from Kayla.
The case is too hard if she can't identify who she had sex with.
We charge her father with soliciting.
she invented the story? She hasn't.
She's telling the truth.
The truth isn't an issue.
She's brain damaged.
She can't give any evidence credible to a jury.
I understood the problem last time, but this girl can talk, Tony.
She's talked to me and I believe her.
In the memo, I've set out a way to assess the reliability of a brain-damaged victim, and there's some articles from a few psychological journals, and there's a psychiatrist's paper there, too, on how a damaged brain perceives truth and lies and recalls events.
We'd have to call an expert witness, a psych who could explain it all to a jury.
I can't sign this.
You don't approve the charge? Why not? We don't have the truck driver who paid her for sex.
I know but that's why Without that man's confession all we have is the word of the father the word of a brain-damaged girl.
What about the drawing? So what? Do you have an aversion to going to trial? I have an aversion to losing.
Make the father sweat it out in court.
He pimped his daughter out for a hundred bucks.
The girl's own mother says we can't trust a word she says.
Who wants to admit their own husband could do this? Come on, Tony.
It happened.
The girl says it happened.
This is the kind of case we should be running.
We're supposed to be looking after the public interest.
We should be trying to get a conviction.
Have you considered what that might mean to Kayla? A life free of enforced prostitution? DOCS would get involved and they'd remove her from her mother if they think she failed to protect her.
You'd be taking her away from her own family.
Why do you think the mother's so uptight? You're so caught up in the girl's cause, you've presumed we'll prosecute the father no matter what.
It's all very earnest.
And that memo jumps so far into the admissibility of evidence that we may never even get from Kayla.
I'm sorry, there's no chance of success at trial.
Next time I get dumped with Tony Gillies, I'm going to do it.
I'm going to tell him to his face he's an old fucking wanker.
Mention his dandruff, too, while you're at it.
He didn't even look at the work I'd done.
Just sat there in his foul looking suit, eating his foul looking doughnut.
He's not going to take it to trial? Says it won't make it through a committal.
Eww.
Richard's status update.
I didn't think Richard was on Facebook.
Bad choice of profile pic.
'There's nothing like waking up with a boner.
' No way.
Hope you didn't have any plans for the weekend.
You'll be knee deep in this.
The Mervich case.
The one where the guy got bashed with the bolt cutters.
Don't get excited.
You're doing the preliminary work only.
Just a summary of the issues.
Of course.
Thanks, Tracey.
That case'll be everywhere.
I thought she would have given it to Ben for sure.
Might be losing his touch.
Just relax.
Think calm.
You can do it.
OK.
Don't stress.
You still have 15 minutes before you need to be there.
it's my first time.
Aren't you taking this? certificate, do I? Course you do.
accused's possession was cannabis.
Course it was cannabis.
It still has to be proven.
Without the certificate from the police botanist the defence could argue it was parsley.
I'm not ready.
You know the case backwards.
You just need to slow down and relax.
Did you take any of those beta-blockers? Maybe you should.
Take the drugs act, too.
It's always good to have the legislation.
Why are you so onto it, Tatum? You will learn, Richard, that I'm onto everything.
What would you do without me? Thank you.
Once you get into the witness box you bow to the judge and I ask you what you were doing that day, you'll tell them you were At work in the pharmacy.
Right.
And you saw The long-haired boy with the skull tattoo hash outside the high school.
Perfect.
To sell to the kids.
Same as he does every day.
No, no.
No? It's not important what he does other days.
Not important? No, they only care what he did and had in his possession on that particular day.
But this boy is a drug dealer.
He sells drugs to teenage children.
Surely they care about that.
No, they've only charged him with possession.
He sells drugs, then he is a drug dealer.
He should go to jail.
If the police had maybe found him with a little bit more hash, it would be a different story.
But with drugs, the law only cares about quantity.
You don't need to worry about any of this.
Are you alright? Yeah.
I'm justjust a bit hot.
And nothing but the truth.
There is no need to bow.
It is customary for lawyers and police to bow on entering and leaving a court room, not witnesses.
Perhaps your lawyer neglected to inform you.
I am exceptionally sorry, Your Honour.
My mistake.
Would you please state your name and I can't hear you.
Once again, I do apologise, Your Honour.
Would you please state your name I can't hear you.
Would you please state Mr Stirling.
I can't hear you.
Where is your tie? Your tie? Oh.
Um, IIcrave the court's indulgence.
Oh, God, to appear before you in appropriately attired Would someone find this man a tie? Here we are.
Thank you, sir.
The court is grateful.
Thank you.
Take your time.
You do know how to tie a tie? Yes, Your Honour.
And round you go.
Now I can hear you.
Proceed.
Mrs Saleem, is it true that you were working in your pharmacy Mr Stirling.
Yes, Your Honour? Is your witness a letterbox? No, Your Honour, she's a pharmacist.
I will not continue until you have explained to your witness she must remove her hijab.
Your Honour, strictly speaking, it's not a hijab.
When only the eyes are visible, it's referred to as a burqa.
Whatever it is, I'd like it removed.
Mr Stirling, you are of course aware you are forbidden to talk to a witness while they're in the middle of giving evidence.
Is the heating in here up too high? Are we having a moment? No.
I'm going to stand this case down until after lunch while you attend to yourself, Mr Stirling.
I expect you back here at 2:15 with your witness ready to proceed.
Next.
Are you an asthmatic? No.
I mean, yes.
Why don't you use your puffer? I haven't had an attack in four years.
Well, you're having one now.
There's a hospital emergency around the corner.
They'll give you a nebuliser.
No, no, this way.
This way.
Sorry.
Been flat out.
Obviously.
So, what's it like in the office? Janet's head on a plate yet? I'm not giving you any dirt, Jimmy.
Hey, you called me.
Lots.
I just want to know if I said anything at the Christmas party.
Anything about the AG, about Janet's memo.
Any of that stuff.
I'm not going to reveal my source.
Oh, give me a break.
The police are all over the place at work.
Relax, Erin.
You didn't say a word.
No? Nothing? It wasn't you that showed me the file.
Oh, thank God.
I don't suppose you want to tell me who did.
You must have been seriously drunk to think you'd pinch a police file and show it to a journalist.
I'm a lawyer.
Getting smashed was practically part of my degree.
So you don't remember much? You and me sneaking up to your office, dancing naked on your desk to Beyonce? (Hums) Stop.
Oh, God, stop.
Can't exactly have been transcendental if you don't remember.
Can we just forget any of this ever happened? Please? Actually, I've just got to just jump in here for a second.
Mind if I disturb you? Of course not, Detective Campbell.
I believe you're in looking after the bolt cutter babes.
That's the official police term for the Mervich case? I thought it was unclear who bashed him.
Well, it's not exactly bedtime reading.
No.
And the, ah, pictures are, um Yeah.
Yeah, they are.
If you have any questions, you know, want anything clarified, just give me a bell.
Cool, I will.
Thanks.
I'm always happy to help you lot up your strike rate.
So this is another case you just think's black and white, is it? The evidence is pretty clear.
The guy was living in the middle of nowhere with two crazy sisters who belted him dead with a bolt cutter.
If only it were that simple.
It is.
(Mobile rings) Richard, hi.
She what? Thanks for coming.
I really need your help.
Richard, you've got to be joking.
She's not going to listen to me just because I'm Muslim.
Mrs Saleem, this is my colleague, Lina.
Lina, Nour Saleem.
Hi.
Judge Walker was in one of her moods, I hear.
She was completely rude.
She can be difficult.
And racist.
Would she say a nun had to remove her habit? I expect more understanding from a woman.
Right, we have to be back there in 13 minutes.
I'm not going back.
Why can't I write it down? Then you can read to her everything I saw.
Because it's crucial the judge hear it from you.
She needs to hear and see you're telling the truth.
Of course I'm telling the truth.
How can a judge know that? Look, I understand the significance of the burqa, but seeing your whole face, seeing the truth in it, that's what will convince the judge.
You think nobody lies if you can see their face? I'm saying this is how you can get the guy convicted.
It's how you can stop him walking around with drugs, which you know he's selling to children.
Lina.
That's an Arabic name.
Yeah, it is.
(Speaks language) My family's Muslim.
I'm not practising.
That's a shame.
We have to be back there in 12 minutes.
How much was my coffee? Why? Where are you going? I think it's best I go home.
No, no, the judge is waiting.
Send apologies from the letterbox.
I'm not sure you should say you understand the significance of the burqa.
Wait, wait, please.
You appear to be missing something, Mr Stirling.
May I ask where is your witness? I'm afraid she's gone.
Gone? Unfortunately, yes.
I take it until she comes back you'll be moving on to your second witness.
The, um, police informant.
Well, I did assume that Mrs Saleem would take all day, so I don't exactly have the police informant lined up at this time.
You're telling me you now have no witness? I've a good mind to strike this out, Mr Stirling.
No witness.
No puffer.
No police informant.
No.
No, in fact, and regrettably, I have not a single thing I should have.
Not one.
Brilliant.
I do apologise, sincerely, oh, great one.
Your Honour.
Goodbye.
Next.
CLERK: The Crown versus Dickson, Your Honour.
Hello.
Oh, great one.
What was that? I can't hear you.
Tracey.
Ears everywhere.
You're not supposed to give them to people with asthma.
You didn't tell me you had asthma.
You didn't ask.
Oh, and thanks no one for telling me I'd forgotten my tie.
Go away.
OK.
We won't talk about it.
But can we talk about that set up underneath your desk? What are you doing looking under my desk? Finding out where the musty smell was coming from.
It's just my running shoes.
Not the pillow, the swag or the aftershave? How long have you been sleeping here? Two weeks, three days, seven hours.
Didn't you buy a place in Camperdown? The tenant won't leave.
I don't know what else to do.
I've tried everything.
Eviction letterswell, really, just eviction letters, but he just won't respond.
I don't know.
It's your home.
I could send a few guys over there to point that out to him.
Maybe not.
Why don't you go to a hotel? I tried that for three weeks.
Do you know how expensive it is in a hotel? Well, you can't stay here.
You need some good temporary accommodation.
Luckily, I can help.
I can't believe you guys live here.
Believe it.
Why can't you live in your own place, Richard? Ah.
Did you offer Richard a beer? Oh, no.
That's OK.
So do I have to worry about you and this nerd? I had an idea about the pirate sex.
Yep? Ah, sorry.
You two talk about sex? Work sex.
It's Richard's case.
It's legal, honey.
Oh, thanks.
So the first guy would dress up in a pirate costume when they had sex because that's how the second guy liked to orgasm, right? Right.
(Splutters) You OK? He's fine.
He just drinks too fast.
And the second guy admits he had this like mega-orgasm.
Which is how they're claiming it can't be rape.
Who's to say the orgasm couldn't just be a body thing? to the pirate costume? Why not? The orgasm itself doesn't say anything about consent.
I could be all, oh, oh, oh, and still have not given you consent to have sex with me.
Maybe we shouldn't be discussing this here.
Oh, no, Con's cool.
Aren't you, baby? Yeah.
I'm cool.
Lina.
Detective.
Um, ah, come in.
I'm sorry to bother you at home, detective.
That's alright.
I know we had a bit of a difference of opinion earlier on.
That's nothing new.
But I still have some questions.
I see.
Um, what sort of questions? You're not worried about this? Are you? Not when you do that.
I know there's a lot of pressure on you guys right now.
I'm so sick of hearing about that file.
They could have six months worth of our emails, phone transcripts.
We could be under surveillance right now.
Hidden cameras.
Well, we'd better make it look good then.
Ms Badir? Since we all have so much time, perhaps you'd like me to inform you how pleased my wife is to be enjoying the familiar environs of Pymble this morning instead of wandering the Ponte Vecchio.
Er, Your Honour, as we've heard, the accused is charged with suspected terrorism against a Woolworths' supermarket in Neutral Bay.
Um, according to his statement given to police, Mr Bellis has devoted several months to building a homemade incendiary bomb designed to set fire to the contraceptives aisle.
You may not be responsible for calling this hearing but right now you're certainly prolonging it.
Your Honour, the defence has brought this application because the accused's mother is in intensive care at St Vincent's Hospital with a heart condition.
The defence suggested she may pass within a week though this is speculative.
Thank you for the philosophical touch.
The accused is, in our opinion, a flight risk, Your Honour, and we oppose his application for bail to be with his mother over the following days.
Constable Munear, would you care to tell the court what happened when you arrived at the accused's home on the day of December 12? Mr Bellis was in his garage experimenting with a small homemade bomb.
And would you tell the court what Mr Bellis was wearing? Nothing.
He was naked, except for some rosary beads.
Do you recall what Mr Bellis said? I wouldn't forget it.
He said, 'I'm gonna blow up every single one of those atheist' Yes? I don't like to say the 'C' word in the presence of ladies, Your Honour.
There are no ladies present, only lawyers.
Well, if I may beg to differ, Your Honour.
I'm quite sure I am in fact a lady.
At least that was the case last time I checked.
Quite right.
Mr Stirling.
I'm Detective Karen Liu.
Oh, right.
Now? Yep.
I'm not really into clubs.
When they all said they were going to the Cross I called it a night.
Did anyone accompany you home? No.
Where exactly is your home? Now? Or at the time of the Christmas party? The Christmas party.
Ah, my office.
I'm sorry? I was living in my office.
You're not the owner of number 74 Olive Street, Camperdown? I'm having tenant issues.
It's a long story.
OK.
So you spent the entire night here? That's right.
Alone? Yep.
Oh, well, actually no.
Yep or no? I could tell there was a light on from one of the other offices and I could hear some music and singing.
You didn't get up to see who it was? No.
Then they'd know I was here.
According to your swipe card, you next left the building at 5am.
I got an egg and bacon roll from Bourke Street.
I know you need to do your investigation but you're not going to tell anyone I was sleeping under my desk.
Are you in a relationship, Richard? Um, no.
I'm not.
I mean, I have been, but I'm not now.
Sorry, why the personal questions? I thought this was about the file on the Attorney-General.
Do you use social networking? Maybe as a way to find women? Or to provide amusement for your mates? No, I'm not on Facebook or Twitter or any of that waste of time.
Who needs to know your personal stuff every second? But you do have a Facebook page? No, I'm not on Facebook.
So you didn't write this update yesterday morning? 'I'm the mole.
Quinn's the pig.
' Lina, can you check this out for me? 'I'm a big man with a small penis 'and there's nothing like waking up with a boner.
' There's a man who needs a Christmas break.
on Facebook? And who knew you had 28 friends? That's after a couple of days.
Give me a month, I'll get you a hundred.
Why didn't you friend me? Impersonating someone is an offence.
And saying, 'Quinn's a pig and I'm the mole, I I should sue you for defamation.
are now totally suss about me.
It was just a joke, OK? Hilarious.
Write your own indictments from now on.
They don't actually think it's you.
At the very least they think I'm an anarchist.
If they're checking Facebook what else are they checking? Maybe personal emails and phone calls? I'd better go delete my porn.
So, Ben.
I'm Detective Sergeant Karen Liu.
This is Detective Senior Constable Arlo Moretti.
Have a seat.
So let's start with what time you left the Christmas party.
Course, we know what happens at these parties.
Drinking, dancing.
You probably weren't looking at the clock.
No.
But approximately? Ah, 10.
Maybe 10:30.
Did you leave the party alone? No, I left with Julie Russo.
She's a judge's associate we work with.
OK.
So where'd you go after you left? Back here, actually.
There wasn't much food at the party, and I was hungry.
I ordered a pizza.
There's not exactly a generous catering budget around here.
Did you discuss the file on the Attorney-General? If I remember correctly, the bulk of the conversation was on the topic of bonobos.
Bonobos? What's a bonobo? It's a monkey, isn't it? Guess that sort of thing comes up all the time at the Department of Public Prosecution.
Well, this place, you know, full of David Attenborough fans.
So you ate the pizza here with Julie, and then what? Went back to my place.
So what time did Julie leave your place? That night, or I dropped her home around 7:00 the next morning.
7:00? Wow, that's resilience.
God.
You won't see me up at 7:00 the morning after a Christmas party.
No, me either.
we'd spent the night together.
Oh.
I supposed you're used to having things you don't want the world to know.
How's that? That drugs possession charge last year? Impressive, you avoided a conviction.
Mm.
Lucky you're with the right family, eh, for pulling strings? Your dad even set you up in the job here, right? You'd owe him a hell of a big thank you for that.
You'll be missing one of these.
And I'm late.
Ever get the feeling you picked the wrong profession? Maybe you're just really bad at driving wheelie bags.
I hope at least it's exciting, the thing you're running late for.
Try depressing.
Tony Gillies wants me to nolle a case that should be going to trial.
Why isn't it? It's easier to let a bastard get away with soliciting his brain-damaged daughter than try him for it.
It's the truckie case? Mm.
I read about that.
It sounded like it had a shot.
It did.
But what do I know? Don't tell me you still have a heart.
Shameful, right? You know they'll try and beat that out of you.
Can you please state your name? Joel Brennan, and youse can all fuck right off.
Hey.
What are you watching? Kayla's Dad.
I thought you nolleed that case.
Changed my mind.
for you cocksuckers.
Nice guy.
This is all fucking horse shit.
That's one sexy machine.
One day she'll be all yours, Benny.
Well, how about tonight? Tonight? I've got a date.
When haven't you? What's wrong with people? I'm nearly 80 and I can read that disabled parking sign.
Give me your keys, mate.
What are you doing? I'm gonna park this idiot in.
Once a cop, always a cop.
That'll teach the bastard a lesson.
Hey, I thought you were staying in tonight.
Had a better idea.
I bought a few little things for Kayla.
You don't think she has pyjamas? Maybe not pretty ones.
Or pencils or puzzles? Look, her life can't get any worse.
And a suitcase of presents is going to help how? If I can get Michelle to like me and trust me, she'll realise there are people out there who want to help her.
If she stops thinking she has to rely on her husband she might think about being a witness.
Don't you think that's a bit manipulative? Can you stop for a second and think about this? You plan on doing this for everyone who doesn't get what they want? Erin the suitcase fairy? It's so inappropriate.
Oh, it's always something inappropriate, isn't it? This, the file, Jimmy Butcher.
You know what? I asked him about that.
It wasn't me.
What's he going to say? That he scooped his big story from a chatty one-night stand? You haven't said where you were the night the file was leaked.
When you change your mind about that, I'd love to hear.
You lot are getting flogged with the Attorney-General.
Tell me about it.
Make sure the cops have got no reason to come after you.
They already interviewed me.
They got nothing.
Cocky bastard.
There's nothing to get.
If they think you're not being straight with them over one thing about everything.
You think I'm lying? Is that right? Your father's made no secret about what he thinks of the AG.
So everyone thinks I'm going to bust my balls for dad.
Is that right? I'm just saying the devil's in the details and details are where people get tripped up.
Understand? I'll get another round.
Oi.
Are you the prick who parked me in? Two more.
That spot's reserved for people with disabilities.
MESSAGE: You've called Julie Rousseau.
Leave a message.
I can't fuckin' move my car, can I? What if I'd been in a wheelchair? You consider that? You want to have a go, old man? What's going on? Is there a problem here? I have to swim a mile before my heart rate even looks at 90.
So you'll find out I'm not just some old man when your face hits the floor, son.
Whoa.
Calm down, pop, right? Bugger off.
You'll just have to wait, sonny.
You OK? Are you? I didn't just get threatened by some meat-head, pop.
No, you got hassled by the cops.
You can't let them think you took the law into your own hands.
Yeah, because we McMahons never do that, do we? Is there anything at all they can trip you up on? Fix it.
Pronto.
MESSAGE: You've called Julie Rousseau.
Please leave a message.
Julie, it's Ben.
I know you don't want to hear from me after today, but if you can please call me back.
And if the police want to talk to you maybe don't mention exactly what we got up to on the night of the Christmas party because I didn't mention it.
And they don't need to know everything, do they? Julie, you really need to call me.
I'm on your street and I can't remember which one's your house.
It was a cream terrace, right? (Mobile rings) Shit.
Harriet.
Shit.
Aren't you going out anywhere? No, I'm too tired.
You can't stay here.
It's a Friday night.
Why not? That's a great TV for watching movies.
Why don't you hang out with us? Con's work lent him the Lotus for the weekend.
No, really.
Yeah, you heard the man.
I'm happy here.
Yeah, he's happy here.
Richard, you need me in your life.
Now, come on.
Tell her you've got plans and the Lotus is yours.
(Car beeps) (Starts car and revs) Michelle.
Hi.
Erin.
Has something happened? No, no, not at all.
It's justis it OK if I come in? Um, yeah.
Yeah.
Down here.
Just get that stuff out of the way.
Hi, Kayla.
It's Erin.
Brought you some presents.
If that's alright? Presents? Can't say no now, can I? Yeah.
Oh.
Wow.
Oh, cool.
Look, Kayla.
A fairy shirt.
No.
No fairies.
Not unless you want to be here all night.
Well, I wanted to replace Kayla's T-shirt.
The fairy one.
The one that got ripped.
I don't know what she's told you a fairy shirt.
Kayla, your shirt.
Your favourite one, remember? You said it broke? What are you doing telling people you need new clothes, love? I'm afraid she's played you there.
Doesn't it concern you will never receive justice? Excuse me.
You have put us back on the front page.
Can you hold that? (Mobile rings) Con, it's Richard.
Tell her I'll be home at 6:00.
Can you pass me my bra? They've asked me to take the Mervich case.
I'm sorry.
Why you? I'm the idiot who put you on the case.
MESSAGE: Hi.
You've called Julie Rousseau.
Leave a message.
Why did you tell them that? That's what happened.
Julie! I'm not lying to the police.
I work for a judge.
What's going on here? Some kind of verbal altercation involving a disabled parking space.
Fuck.
I've fucked everything.
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