Killing Time (2010) s01e07 Episode Script
Episode 7
Well, it's been really nice knowing you.
Don't count your chickens, Fraser.
Chicken one, chicken two, chicken three, chicken four.
And where are the arresting officers? The Drug Squad detectives who stood before us two years ago and gave damning testimony against my client.
Testimony that saw Andrew Fraser sentenced to seven years in jail.
Let me tell you.
The arresting officers are not here today because they themselves have been arrested and charged with trafficking commercial quantities of drugs.
Amazing, isn't it? Maybe we can't go back in time, but today, we can rectify the mistakes of the past.
Can the appellant please stand? After considering the counsel's argument and the transcript of the defendant's original trial, I see no good reason to uphold the appeal or reduce the sentence.
Appeal denied, and original conviction and sentence stand.
- Stand.
- What did that mean? Means Daddy's not coming home.
Come on, Fraser, let's go.
You're fucked, Fraser, fucked just like the rest of us.
Oh, fuck! Hands on your head! Don't move! Tony, Tony, Tony.
Thought we'd been through this before.
You can't cook in a dirty kitchen, son.
No, you put a wig on him, he looks just like you.
- This is Della.
He's my mate.
- Hey, Della.
How are you, mate? Tony, uh, champ.
Yeah? Only my friends call me Della.
Don't worry about it.
Now, you got the file? Yeah, yeah.
It's pretty red-handed, to be honest.
Uh Look, we'll have a go at the fact that he's got no priors, but, uh Actually, how is that, if you don't mind me asking? Bright spark, this one, mate.
I kept my head down and I don't get greedy.
This man, see, he doesn't like the limelight.
But I hear he's a very good cook.
- Yeah, right.
- You're going good.
Fuckin' cordon bleu, mate.
Righto.
Well, look, no priors is good.
But this cop Strawhorn, he's their golden boy at the moment, which is a bit worrying, so we'll definitely go with a guilty plea and, um What? I don't think I've heard you say that word before guilty.
He was caught in a kitchen with two kilo of pure white.
Mate, where have you been lately? I mean, in here.
He's my mate.
He can't do time.
OK.
Well, look, um Look, no priors.
We can, um, maybe leverage something.
I thought so.
- We'll catch you, Frase.
- Righto.
Andrew Fraser.
Ah, Manny.
How are ya, mate? Yeah, I organised a nice little surprise for you.
Oh, right.
Russian or Ukraine? - Andrew Fraser.
Alan Bond.
- G'day, Andrew.
I'm Alan.
G'day, Mr Bond.
Pleased to meet you.
- Call me Alan.
- Oh, you'll keep.
This is a bit of a pinch-me moment.
It takes me back to the America's Cup.
You probably get sick of people saying that, do you? Ah, one of the proudest days of my life.
I've never met anybody who's got their own public holiday.
Red or white? Uh Oh, red, thanks.
Uh, thanks very much.
So, Andrew What's it to be? - Business or bullshit? - Huh! Oh, this lunch'll take us a couple of hours.
In that time, we'll invariably discuss both business and bullshit.
Which is it to be first? Oh Oh, business.
Good.
It seems the very banks who were standing in line to throw money at me after the Cup turned into bastards after all.
Well, there's no surprise there.
You're aware, no doubt, that we failed to get a bankruptcy order set aside? Yeah.
No, I am, Alan, yeah.
Bankruptcy is a bit like being the fox in the hunt.
Journalists, government, my liquidator, Mr Robert Ramsay, a grey man.
His aim in life is to bring me to my knees.
There's a Supreme Court order for me to be examined.
Under oath.
Thank you.
I've been in jail once, as you know.
Yeah, one time too many.
Well, once you've been there, you do not want to go back.
Oh, I can only imagine.
My legal firm in Perth, Conroy & Smythe, are excellent, but they're commercial lawyers.
What I need now is someone like you.
A criminal lawyer.
So I'd like to retain you to act as my solicitor in relation to criminal matters.
Well, I'm very flattered, of course, but, uh& You need time to think it over.
I understand.
Time's up.
I'm sorry? I'm offering you the chance to act as my solicitor.
- Well, I don't come cheap, Alan.
- Oh, no, the best people don't.
Well Hey! To Perth, where the criminally talented are showered with gold.
- There you go, Alison.
- What's the occasion? Knackers has just landed& Alan-fucking-Bond flapping on the deck like a whopping great marlin.
Scaled, baked and bloody well eaten.
You know what that means, gentlemen.
It's down with your daks and bend over.
It's a partnership now or I walk out that door never to be seen again.
Andrew, you know, Chris and I, we've had our eye on you& Since well before Walsh Street.
And I know that my clients have well and truly lined your pocket and paid for these new offices, so don't bullshit a bullshitter, boys.
You want a piece of Alan, it's my name in big, bold letters on the stationery or I go elsewhere - and elsewhere has thicker carpet.
Going Going& Remember what Packer said.
"You only get one Alan Bond.
" - No, I've gotta go and pack.
- Don't be a poofter.
Come on.
- Oh, charming.
Oh& - Good, mate.
Yeah, just a general reminder.
You know, if there's a seat going on the gravy train& Yeah, sure, mate.
I'll see if his pool needs a clean.
That'd be great.
Thanks.
What, couldn't you find a bigger one? No, it wouldn't fit in the car.
That's ridiculous, Fraser.
Oh, you spoil him too much.
- Darling? - Darling, uh Mmm.
What am I reading? That is my new weekly retainer.
You're now sleeping with the man who represents Mr Alan Bond of Perth in all outstanding criminal investigations.
- What? - And, here we go.
A partner Edwards, Baros, Fraser.
Piss off, mortgage.
Piss off, overdraft.
Hello, ski lodge.
Hello, brand-new cars all around.
He spelt 'thousand' without the 'U'.
Oh, darling, I don't give a shit if he spelt it with an 'X'.
- Come here, my brilliant boy.
- You shoulda seen their faces.
OK, so, what does $20,000 get him? Me.
In all my glory.
His brand-new best friend.
And how much of my husband do I have to give up? Ah, no more bail applications in the middle of the night.
Hello, brand-new type of client.
And guess who's got to pack because they're on the night flight to Perth tonight! - What, tonight? No! - Packing now.
Let's go.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, Andrew.
Welcome.
- I'm John Bond.
- G'day, John.
How are you? My father claims you're his secret weapon.
- Oh, I don't know about that.
- We should.
I sign the cheques.
- OK.
Message received.
- This is Rodney Conroy.
Partner in my father's law firm of choice.
- G'day, Rodney.
- Hey.
Rod'll brief you.
Here.
Here's my number if you need me.
Right.
Good on you.
Thanks, John.
Done any corporate law, Andrew? Oh, not as such.
OK, well, uh Why don't you wait here? I'll get back to you.
OK.
Alan, it's Andrew Fraser.
But it's out of that furnace, that pressure cooker, that we find the nugget of gold - together, understand? Alan, I had other matters to deal with.
I'm the only matter that matters.
Andrew is my new tactician.
You, Rod, are his sail setter.
Give him whatever he needs.
- Alan, he's a criminal lawyer.
- Right now, Rod! - Now.
- Alright.
Thanks very much, Alan.
Now, Andrew.
Now, Andrew.
You know Perth? - Oh, not very well, no.
- Great city.
Great city.
But she is a jealous mistress.
Loves you when you're showering her with gifts and trophies, kicks the Christ out of you when you're down.
Is that right? I've built suburbs, a university, dug mines.
Without me, Perth wouldn't even be on the map.
- Alan Bond? - Mmm.
You're gonna represent Alan Bond? Are you serious? Doug, this is Bondy's new lawyer.
This is Bondy's new lawyer, this guy right here.
You're a hero.
What did you say your name is again? - Uh, Andrew Fraser.
- Andrew Fraser.
- Mmm.
- Lovely rhythm.
You like Perth? Well, I certainly do now.
You will never have to buy a drink in this town again.
Oh, is that right? All you have to do is tell 'em who you are.
Huh.
OK.
Good to meet you, Ruby.
Oh, Lachy's fine.
Baby's fine.
It's not exactly kicking.
Quickening, they call it.
Remember? Like with Lachy.
Well, hold on.
I don't think it can hear you, but here.
Oh, your daddy had a great day.
Fuck me.
Hey, I heard that.
Hey, that that was meant for you, darl.
Eh, I bought Lachy these little ducks.
I'm just testing 'em out now.
- Oh, this is it, Denise.
- Ah, good, Frase.
It's gonna be big.
It'll be like wrestling an octopus, but, you know, it's real right time, right place sort of stuff.
Well, it's nice to hear you so happy.
I can hear "Case dismissed" and the corks popping.
I feel like one of those actors who's known since they were a kid that they were gonna win an Oscar.
Hey, put the little one on, would you? Hey, little one.
Eh? It's your daddy here.
Your daddy your daddy is the king of the world.
Yeah! He's the king of the world.
Alright, Your Majesty.
Goodnight.
- Righto.
- Goodnight.
Love you.
OK.
Night-night.
Mmm.
- Bubbles for madame.
- Mmm.
Here we go.
Mmm.
Right, OK, Ramsay's suggesting a paper trail in Jersey.
You've got Juniper Trust, Touche Ross& Oh, he's a grey man.
He wants me in jail.
Creditors won't find any money in Jersey.
Alright.
Anymore? 'Cause it's gone somewhere else? Hey, Alan, what happened last Christmas when you had to answer all this face-to-face with Ramsay? I'm hungry.
My blood sugar feels low.
We had him refuse to answer any questions on the record.
OK.
OK, look, if I were Ramsay, I'd want to know where all the money's gone so when I finally do put Alan Bond on the stand, I can put him away.
Now, heart surgery's kept him out of court, but this is a bloody time bomb waiting to happen.
He's been ordered to answer questions about his overseas assets in court.
He sits there, withholds information, he's gonna get slapped with contempt and a year in the clink.
False answers, just in case that's crossed anyone's mind, is gonna be more like five years.
Hey, where do where do all the legal fees get paid from? Don't answer that.
Switzerland? This mysterious Mr Bollag? He's a personal friend of Alan's.
Oh, come on.
Pull the other one.
It plays 'Jingle Bells'.
I need to go down to the beach.
Talk to the people of Perth.
They understand.
They love me.
Who's this? It's fuckin' Fred.
Oh, g'day, Fucking Fred.
How's it going? Well, I think the word is 'surreal'.
If Bondy's ever asked a direct question in the witness box about his overseas assets, he's gonna go down the gurgler.
Do not pass go.
Maybe you should shoot him in the leg, mate.
Oh, hysterically funny.
- Hey, what's wrong with him? - He did have a crook heart.
But guess what.
He's got that fixed.
You know, every day every day, he's down the beach, talking to his fan club.
Bloody doing high kicks at his daughter's wedding.
He's out of control.
Well, maybe that can be helped.
Yeah, I might need you over here, Dr Tim.
I, uh I think Bondy's pool might need a spot of cleaning.
No worries.
Had some headaches, so he went to see Perth's top neurologist.
Diagnosis? A very mild form of brain damage presumably caused by a microembolism.
- He's forgetting names.
- There you go.
Beautiful.
His condition's likely to improve, apparently.
Well, that is unfortunate.
What about depression? Any signs of depression? Yeah, yeah.
And I'm gaining on him fast.
Here you go.
Uh, John and Alan Bond, this is Tim Watson-Munro.
Tim's the psychologist and expert witness that I was talking about.
Yeah, we've spoken about it.
Do you mind, Tim? Of course.
What, two counts of fraud and two counts of deception? 'La Promenade'.
It's a painting by Monet.
Impressionist.
It was it was beautiful.
Bond Corp passed on the opportunity to acquire the painting after five years.
Dad didn't.
He sold it in New York through Dallhold.
For an excellent price - and I made $15 million, which I needed at the time to keep my people employed.
There are working notes written to that effect.
Don't tell me they were written after the event.
I don't need to know that.
Why do I need to go to the magistrate's court? Well, these are very serious charges, Alan, but, don't worry.
We'll get you bail.
Couple of hundred thousand dollars, - We'll get you out of there.
- There'll be a media scrum.
Yeah, we'll need to keep you away from the press, Alan.
No more interviews, no more telling the world how great you're feeling, OK? You don't understand.
It's good for business.
No, you're bankrupt, Alan.
You're not conducting business.
Hey, yeah, there you go.
That's 'The Promenade'.
There.
- Oh, that's nice.
- That's worth squillions, mate.
Bondy himself will take a very long bloody promenade if he goes down.
And this one's running the same time as the other one? Yeah, yeah.
Two cases.
Like two tornadoes about to hit land.
Come on! It's not fucking Fred talking.
- You're fucking Fred! - Mmm.
I mean, you can perform miracles.
Yeah.
Andrew Fraser.
Andrew Fraser.
Bloody great lawyer.
Even if he's found innocent of the fraud charges, it's gonna take a bloody year to clear his name, mate.
And if he's found guilty, then he's gonna go&oh.
No, I reckon our only chance is the tried and true.
We stall, get an adjournment and keep him out of court.
What do you reckon? From what you said, his memory's not working properly.
I don't understand how he can even be competent to give evidence if he can't brief you.
Yeah.
We know he's got a crook heart.
- What about the embolism? - OK.
- Righto, keep talking to me.
- The memory.
Fucking great.
The memory.
There could have been some damage.
- OK.
- I will run a competency test.
- Oh, a competency test.
Righto.
- A competency test.
To ascertain whether he is even fit, able, capable of briefing you or any other fuckin' lawyer.
We'd better do this asap before he gets into the bloody witness box.
- Genius! - Oh, swell.
OK, we need more genius food, then.
Oh, yes.
Cheers, mate.
Righto.
Here you go.
Ladies? Who's up for a midnight snack? - I am.
- Midnight snack? Come on! "I do think slowly.
"Not at all, just a little, "somewhat, moderately, quite a lot, very much?" Not at all.
"It takes great effort for me to do simple things.
" Not really.
Not at all.
"My future seems to have gone out of my life.
" Quite a lot.
"I spend time thinking about how I might kill myself.
" Quite a lot.
Alan, I think you did pretty well at school? Yes.
And my apprenticeship, finished 18 months early.
People should know that.
- Mathematics? - Oh, yeah, yeah, very good.
And languages.
You studied& Four? Oh, maybe it was five.
Can't remember any of them now, of course.
Your Honour, we request that the court delay the hearing in relation to the sale of the painting 'La Promenade' until our client's ill health improves.
Well, Mr Bond is suffering from depression.
He has contemplated suicide.
And, um, I believe it's very unlikely that there'll be any improvement in his functioning for at least six months, if ever.
And at the moment, Mr Bond is so cognitively challenged that I would believe he would have difficulty running a corner store.
Hearing of the fraud charges and deception charges will be delayed until July 1994.
All rise.
Just got six months.
You just won a place on the gravy train.
The doctor said any day now.
Fraser, what's that noise? No, darling.
No, we got a win, darling.
We got the adjournment.
We're just cele& We're celebrating.
Who's celebrating? Oh, Perth's finest.
Me, Tim, the A-team.
What was that? Hey, oh, that's just the troops misbehaving, darling.
You should be here.
It's only half the fun without ya.
Fraser, it's gonna be any minute now.
Please? I need you.
And if you're not here for the birth I'll never forgive you.
Yeah Darling, I promised I'd be there, OK? I've just got to go and pack my bags and I'll get back to you, OK? I love you.
Here we go! Come on.
Come on, everybody! Yeah.
Yeah, I'll do it on Tuesday.
Ooh.
Well, when did you speak to her? That's ridiculous.
We need those documents.
Get up her.
Oh OK, 'bye.
- How long can you stay? - No, it's good, it's alright.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
I love ya, Olivia.
We'll have skis on you in no time, darling.
Andrew Fraser.
Ah, Lewis! How are you, mate? - My son Mark, he got busted.
- Oh.
When? - Couple of weeks ago.
- Alright.
Did he get bail? - No.
Denied.
- Jesus, Lewis! Why didn't you call me, mate? I could have helped you out.
Oh, yeah, just like you're helping Tony? He couldn't get in contact with you last week.
Now he's gone underground.
Fuckin' vanished.
Yeah, I tried to call, but he I had to go back to Perth, mate.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Higher-paying criminals in suits.
I'll say this once.
They stick to their own, and you're not one of them.
- OK, when does Mark go to trial? - In a few weeks.
But there's this Strawhorn bloke.
You remember him? Yeah, well, he's making it complicated.
- What do you mean, complicated? - Well, he's offering a deal.
But I don't know if I can trust the prick.
So find out if he can be trusted and what's his story.
Alright.
Look, I've gotta pack now and get back to Perth, mate.
But I will, I will.
I promise you.
I'll give you a call, OK? Fraser, this is my son.
I understand, mate.
I'll give you a call soon, OK? I'll see you out.
Tony.
Punctual.
- I like that in a man, Tony.
- Yeah? Your trial comes up soon, doesn't it? Your wife's brother he still in with the bikies? What do you want? - An in.
- An in? You are kidding, eh? Not the bikies.
Not one reason in the fuckin' world, mate, OK? No way.
The only reason you're out on bail is because I helped you out there.
Maybe I can help you out with the 10 years you're looking at.
You see, judges, they look very kindly on my requests, Tony, and that's no bullshit.
I might as well just tattoo 'gig' on my forehead, will I? - Eh? - It's your choice, mate.
10 years or, um& you can work for me.
Merry Christmas, Tony.
Hey, Alan, we're in court saying how sick you are and you're throwing journalists' microphones over cars.
Oh, she was smug.
They have no respect.
They loved me when I won the Cup.
When you're not doing that, you're striding up and down Cottesloe Beach.
People need to see me.
It gives them hope.
Anyway, I'm paying you to fix my problems.
OK, Alan, the 'La Promenade' case has been delayed, but in preparation for the bankruptcy hearing, Robert Ramsay's up there in Jersey interviewing people under oath, gathering up documents.
- There's nothing there.
- OK.
More uplifting news.
The judge has ordered you to be seen by two neurologists, of the court's choosing.
- What for? - See if you have brain damage.
- More brain tests? - Yeah.
Oh, I'm gonna find that very stressful.
Yeah, well, not as stressful as three years in jail, Alan.
How'd it go? - No brain damage at all.
- Oh, fuck.
- Both reports? - Yep.
Mr Bond? - My name is Helen Pritchett.
- Hello, Helen.
- I've been wanting to meet you.
- Really? My husband's name is Ian.
He'd like to meet you too.
- I'd like to meet him, but& - Except that he's dead.
He died on the kitchen floor with a plastic bag wrapped around his head.
After he retired, he put everything we had into your shares.
By the end, he hated himself so much, he thought I'd be better off without him.
I hope you rot in hell.
Several doctors, Your Honour, have recommended a publicity ban on this hearing because of the adverse effects the publicity's been having on Mr Bond.
Denied, Mr Fraser.
Mr Bond's medical reports are a matter of public interest.
This court will remain open to reporters.
Mr Fraser? Your Honour, Mr Alan Bond seeks an adjournment in the bankruptcy proceedings on medical grounds.
As Your Honour will see in the report by Dr Tim Watson-Munro, Mr Bond's IQ has dropped from a very superior 150 points to below 90 points.
Mr Bond suffered a serious decline in his intellectual capabilities, particularly in the areas of speech and of concentration and memory.
May I say I am puzzled as to why Mr Bond seems to be fighting a requirement to appear in court? He's obviously sufficiently well to be able to maintain counsel.
This case, Mr Fraser, will go ahead.
All rise.
Well, he, uh he gave it to us, mate.
Both barrels.
Your father's gonna have to take the stand.
Our expectation not our hope, our expectation is that we'll win this case.
Alright.
OK, well, let's make sure your father realises that this is the most important thing on his plate at the moment.
You know, television interviews about his yachting triumphs should not be a priority.
No need for sarcasm, Andrew.
I'll talk to him.
Yeah? Surprise! Huh.
Hello, darling.
Mmm, hello.
- How are you? - I'm good.
How are you? Alright.
Oh.
Wow, look at this.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Another win? - Yeah, I've been kicking goals.
They love me over here as much as ever.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Well Um We'll go and have some breakfast? The usual, Frase? Uh, yeah, and some coffee, strong coffee.
Ta.
Uh, my wife will get the poached eggs.
- Thank you, Frase.
- OK.
My mum's looking after the kids, in case you wondered.
OK.
Yeah Fucking Fred.
Jesus, mate.
Hello! Denise, what a surprise.
Hey.
Um This is This is my wife, Denise.
This is& Ruby.
It's a miracle you're alive after last night.
We'll just sit over here.
Lovely to see you.
- I'm going home, Andrew.
- No, come on, Denise.
You think I'm a fucking idiot? This is how it's gonna be.
Clean up your act and you come home, or just forget it.
- I'm doing this for us, alright? - Oh, bullshit, Andrew! I'm working me arse off.
Alan's going to trial.
There's the painting business and fuckin' Bell Resources.
I don't give a shit about Alan Bond.
- Just understand I'm working.
- I care about you.
Well, a little bit of faith wouldn't go astray.
I have faith in Andrew.
It's Fraser I worry about.
- OK.
- The sticky throat, runny nose.
What do you tell them? You've got a cold? A cold that's lasted all year.
- Is that what you tell them? - OK.
It is either me and the kids or Alan Bond.
It's up to you.
- OK, OK.
Denise, don't& - Don't! - Oh, that's crap.
- It's the best I could do.
He's gonna get monstered in the box.
Can't keep a thought in his head for more than two seconds.
Well, he just needs to be settled down a bit.
Problem is, he's already on medication.
Well, can we up his dose? Well, if he's as agitated as he was today in your meeting, he's gonna blow it.
The thing is, he's already taking something for anxiety and depression.
Yeah, we can't have him having a public meltdown.
No, no, no, no, I think it's time he had his medication regime reviewed again.
Maybe talking about his health isn't the right way to go.
Well, not if it legitimately keeps him out of jail.
I mean, you lose this, you're ratshit.
Yeah, I'm very well aware of that, thank you very much.
The way I see it, you've got two more cases lined up with Bondy.
And this is your ticket to ride, buddy boy.
Did you at any time during the 1980s give instructions to anybody else for the setting up of an offshore trust in relation to your personal affairs? I can't recall.
I just don't remember.
II can't recall.
I just don't remember.
I can't remember anything at all.
Yeah, I just don't remember.
I can't recall.
Don't remember.
I don't remember anything like that at all.
Do you now recall signing it? No, I don't.
Mr Bond, may I suggest that you are deliberately and consciously lying, to keep very large sums of money you have overseas from your bankruptcy trustee? I deny that.
And I object to you calling me a liar.
I'm getting very upset, and I've had enough, and I don't want to sit here any longer and be tricked by by someone who takes two lines out of something.
It's not fair on me.
Not there yet, but a postponement's a good result.
We'll offer another deal to the creditors.
It'll all disappear.
Look, not wanting to piss on the party, we've got we've got the 'Promenade' hearing in a couple of weeks, and I know the other side is swimming in evidence about the sale of this bloody painting.
But we run ill health and hopefully, we get another delay.
- Otherwise? - Well, it's, um You know, it's not like the bankruptcy charges.
With fraud, you're looking at a theoretical theoretical maximum 14 years in jail.
Alan, we've had two doctors testify on oath that you're brain-damaged and depressed.
- I am depressed.
- OK.
Great, mate.
Well, let's let's keep it up.
Um, down.
OK? This is the advice I'm paying top dollar for? I'm in this for hundreds of thousands of bucks.
Oh, you'll be alright.
We'll sort it out.
Mmm.
- He's not getting any better.
- Well, no, he isn't.
Just got to stay out of the bloody public eye.
- It's his last chance.
- Yep.
Ours too.
There you go.
- No, doctor before the patient.
- Oh, go on.
No, off you go.
- Come on, now.
- Jesus Christ.
Why am I here? 'Cause the judge didn't believe you were sick, Alan, and they've got new witnesses, right? Will the defendant please rise? Has the jury come to a verdict? - We have, Your Honour.
- How say you? Do you find the defendant, Alan Bond, guilty or not guilty? Guilty on all four counts.
These crimes are very serious, Mr Bond.
How has such a wonderful citizen come to be responsible for a $15 million fraud? Perhaps you forgot that the Bond Corporation was no longer your private fiefdom.
I have no option but to send you to jail.
I sentence you to two years on the fraud charges and three years on the dishonesty charges, to be served concurrently.
All rise.
What do you mean it's over? We've only just begun fighting.
My secretary's got you booked on the red-eye to Melbourne.
OK.
And, uh, what about what I'm owed? Well, he's officially broke, Andrew, remember.
You can either sue him or you can wait like everyone else.
You know the payment terms.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I've decided Alan Bond can get fucked.
You and the kids are more important.
Good.
Ah.
- How is she? - She's good.
- Yeah? - Mmm.
Chris informs me that apart from a payment 8 months ago, we've yet to receive anything for invoices sent.
- Yeah, well, that's normal.
- Is it? We're talking about a substantial amount of money.
Barry, let me finish - John Bond has assured me that the payments will be made directly following the publication of the written verdict.
Oh.
Since when do clients dictate payment practice? I mean, we have got a clear and inflexible payment policy.
- Payment in 30 days.
- OK.
- That's what John Bond said.
- I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
Are you telling me we don't get paid until the judge publishes the fact that you lost and Alan Bond was sent to jail, hm? - Wayne.
- Ah.
Wayne, Andrew Fraser.
Detective Sergeant Wayne Strawhorn.
Fraser.
We've met before.
I think it's 1-all, isn't it? In court.
One conviction, one acquittal.
Yeah, if you say so.
Lewis? - Lewis? - Yeah, I hear you.
They've got to let you out, mate.
On compassionate grounds.
He was your son.
You know, my grandkids were in the back of that car.
They used a shotgun and a pistol on him with the kids just sitting in the back seat.
It's terrible, mate.
Can't compete with that sort of scum.
The point is, you don't, Lewis.
You walk away, mate.
You live to fight another day.
Don't even try and understand this, Fraser.
You don't murder a man in front of his kids and just stop there.
You wipe out the whole clan.
I know it's a big shock, and I know it's disappointing, but you have to& you just have to keep on going.
Yes, just serve your sentence like everyone else does.
How was how was your footy, mate? Good, yeah, but we didn't make the finals.
- That's a pity.
- No, it's alright.
I hate training.
IOs my favourite actress still slaying them in the school play? It was a few months ago, Dad.
Right.
Huh.
She was very good, though.
You would have been very proud.
Yeah.
No, I am very proud.
No, I'm very proud of both of you.
- You know that, don't you? - Yeah.
How's Dad? - It's hard for him, Andrew.
- Oh And how do you reckon it is for me? I'm sorry.
I'll see you kids, OK? - We've only just got here.
- Say goodbye to your dad, kids.
- 'Bye, Dad.
- Andrew!
Don't count your chickens, Fraser.
Chicken one, chicken two, chicken three, chicken four.
And where are the arresting officers? The Drug Squad detectives who stood before us two years ago and gave damning testimony against my client.
Testimony that saw Andrew Fraser sentenced to seven years in jail.
Let me tell you.
The arresting officers are not here today because they themselves have been arrested and charged with trafficking commercial quantities of drugs.
Amazing, isn't it? Maybe we can't go back in time, but today, we can rectify the mistakes of the past.
Can the appellant please stand? After considering the counsel's argument and the transcript of the defendant's original trial, I see no good reason to uphold the appeal or reduce the sentence.
Appeal denied, and original conviction and sentence stand.
- Stand.
- What did that mean? Means Daddy's not coming home.
Come on, Fraser, let's go.
You're fucked, Fraser, fucked just like the rest of us.
Oh, fuck! Hands on your head! Don't move! Tony, Tony, Tony.
Thought we'd been through this before.
You can't cook in a dirty kitchen, son.
No, you put a wig on him, he looks just like you.
- This is Della.
He's my mate.
- Hey, Della.
How are you, mate? Tony, uh, champ.
Yeah? Only my friends call me Della.
Don't worry about it.
Now, you got the file? Yeah, yeah.
It's pretty red-handed, to be honest.
Uh Look, we'll have a go at the fact that he's got no priors, but, uh Actually, how is that, if you don't mind me asking? Bright spark, this one, mate.
I kept my head down and I don't get greedy.
This man, see, he doesn't like the limelight.
But I hear he's a very good cook.
- Yeah, right.
- You're going good.
Fuckin' cordon bleu, mate.
Righto.
Well, look, no priors is good.
But this cop Strawhorn, he's their golden boy at the moment, which is a bit worrying, so we'll definitely go with a guilty plea and, um What? I don't think I've heard you say that word before guilty.
He was caught in a kitchen with two kilo of pure white.
Mate, where have you been lately? I mean, in here.
He's my mate.
He can't do time.
OK.
Well, look, um Look, no priors.
We can, um, maybe leverage something.
I thought so.
- We'll catch you, Frase.
- Righto.
Andrew Fraser.
Ah, Manny.
How are ya, mate? Yeah, I organised a nice little surprise for you.
Oh, right.
Russian or Ukraine? - Andrew Fraser.
Alan Bond.
- G'day, Andrew.
I'm Alan.
G'day, Mr Bond.
Pleased to meet you.
- Call me Alan.
- Oh, you'll keep.
This is a bit of a pinch-me moment.
It takes me back to the America's Cup.
You probably get sick of people saying that, do you? Ah, one of the proudest days of my life.
I've never met anybody who's got their own public holiday.
Red or white? Uh Oh, red, thanks.
Uh, thanks very much.
So, Andrew What's it to be? - Business or bullshit? - Huh! Oh, this lunch'll take us a couple of hours.
In that time, we'll invariably discuss both business and bullshit.
Which is it to be first? Oh Oh, business.
Good.
It seems the very banks who were standing in line to throw money at me after the Cup turned into bastards after all.
Well, there's no surprise there.
You're aware, no doubt, that we failed to get a bankruptcy order set aside? Yeah.
No, I am, Alan, yeah.
Bankruptcy is a bit like being the fox in the hunt.
Journalists, government, my liquidator, Mr Robert Ramsay, a grey man.
His aim in life is to bring me to my knees.
There's a Supreme Court order for me to be examined.
Under oath.
Thank you.
I've been in jail once, as you know.
Yeah, one time too many.
Well, once you've been there, you do not want to go back.
Oh, I can only imagine.
My legal firm in Perth, Conroy & Smythe, are excellent, but they're commercial lawyers.
What I need now is someone like you.
A criminal lawyer.
So I'd like to retain you to act as my solicitor in relation to criminal matters.
Well, I'm very flattered, of course, but, uh& You need time to think it over.
I understand.
Time's up.
I'm sorry? I'm offering you the chance to act as my solicitor.
- Well, I don't come cheap, Alan.
- Oh, no, the best people don't.
Well Hey! To Perth, where the criminally talented are showered with gold.
- There you go, Alison.
- What's the occasion? Knackers has just landed& Alan-fucking-Bond flapping on the deck like a whopping great marlin.
Scaled, baked and bloody well eaten.
You know what that means, gentlemen.
It's down with your daks and bend over.
It's a partnership now or I walk out that door never to be seen again.
Andrew, you know, Chris and I, we've had our eye on you& Since well before Walsh Street.
And I know that my clients have well and truly lined your pocket and paid for these new offices, so don't bullshit a bullshitter, boys.
You want a piece of Alan, it's my name in big, bold letters on the stationery or I go elsewhere - and elsewhere has thicker carpet.
Going Going& Remember what Packer said.
"You only get one Alan Bond.
" - No, I've gotta go and pack.
- Don't be a poofter.
Come on.
- Oh, charming.
Oh& - Good, mate.
Yeah, just a general reminder.
You know, if there's a seat going on the gravy train& Yeah, sure, mate.
I'll see if his pool needs a clean.
That'd be great.
Thanks.
What, couldn't you find a bigger one? No, it wouldn't fit in the car.
That's ridiculous, Fraser.
Oh, you spoil him too much.
- Darling? - Darling, uh Mmm.
What am I reading? That is my new weekly retainer.
You're now sleeping with the man who represents Mr Alan Bond of Perth in all outstanding criminal investigations.
- What? - And, here we go.
A partner Edwards, Baros, Fraser.
Piss off, mortgage.
Piss off, overdraft.
Hello, ski lodge.
Hello, brand-new cars all around.
He spelt 'thousand' without the 'U'.
Oh, darling, I don't give a shit if he spelt it with an 'X'.
- Come here, my brilliant boy.
- You shoulda seen their faces.
OK, so, what does $20,000 get him? Me.
In all my glory.
His brand-new best friend.
And how much of my husband do I have to give up? Ah, no more bail applications in the middle of the night.
Hello, brand-new type of client.
And guess who's got to pack because they're on the night flight to Perth tonight! - What, tonight? No! - Packing now.
Let's go.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, Andrew.
Welcome.
- I'm John Bond.
- G'day, John.
How are you? My father claims you're his secret weapon.
- Oh, I don't know about that.
- We should.
I sign the cheques.
- OK.
Message received.
- This is Rodney Conroy.
Partner in my father's law firm of choice.
- G'day, Rodney.
- Hey.
Rod'll brief you.
Here.
Here's my number if you need me.
Right.
Good on you.
Thanks, John.
Done any corporate law, Andrew? Oh, not as such.
OK, well, uh Why don't you wait here? I'll get back to you.
OK.
Alan, it's Andrew Fraser.
But it's out of that furnace, that pressure cooker, that we find the nugget of gold - together, understand? Alan, I had other matters to deal with.
I'm the only matter that matters.
Andrew is my new tactician.
You, Rod, are his sail setter.
Give him whatever he needs.
- Alan, he's a criminal lawyer.
- Right now, Rod! - Now.
- Alright.
Thanks very much, Alan.
Now, Andrew.
Now, Andrew.
You know Perth? - Oh, not very well, no.
- Great city.
Great city.
But she is a jealous mistress.
Loves you when you're showering her with gifts and trophies, kicks the Christ out of you when you're down.
Is that right? I've built suburbs, a university, dug mines.
Without me, Perth wouldn't even be on the map.
- Alan Bond? - Mmm.
You're gonna represent Alan Bond? Are you serious? Doug, this is Bondy's new lawyer.
This is Bondy's new lawyer, this guy right here.
You're a hero.
What did you say your name is again? - Uh, Andrew Fraser.
- Andrew Fraser.
- Mmm.
- Lovely rhythm.
You like Perth? Well, I certainly do now.
You will never have to buy a drink in this town again.
Oh, is that right? All you have to do is tell 'em who you are.
Huh.
OK.
Good to meet you, Ruby.
Oh, Lachy's fine.
Baby's fine.
It's not exactly kicking.
Quickening, they call it.
Remember? Like with Lachy.
Well, hold on.
I don't think it can hear you, but here.
Oh, your daddy had a great day.
Fuck me.
Hey, I heard that.
Hey, that that was meant for you, darl.
Eh, I bought Lachy these little ducks.
I'm just testing 'em out now.
- Oh, this is it, Denise.
- Ah, good, Frase.
It's gonna be big.
It'll be like wrestling an octopus, but, you know, it's real right time, right place sort of stuff.
Well, it's nice to hear you so happy.
I can hear "Case dismissed" and the corks popping.
I feel like one of those actors who's known since they were a kid that they were gonna win an Oscar.
Hey, put the little one on, would you? Hey, little one.
Eh? It's your daddy here.
Your daddy your daddy is the king of the world.
Yeah! He's the king of the world.
Alright, Your Majesty.
Goodnight.
- Righto.
- Goodnight.
Love you.
OK.
Night-night.
Mmm.
- Bubbles for madame.
- Mmm.
Here we go.
Mmm.
Right, OK, Ramsay's suggesting a paper trail in Jersey.
You've got Juniper Trust, Touche Ross& Oh, he's a grey man.
He wants me in jail.
Creditors won't find any money in Jersey.
Alright.
Anymore? 'Cause it's gone somewhere else? Hey, Alan, what happened last Christmas when you had to answer all this face-to-face with Ramsay? I'm hungry.
My blood sugar feels low.
We had him refuse to answer any questions on the record.
OK.
OK, look, if I were Ramsay, I'd want to know where all the money's gone so when I finally do put Alan Bond on the stand, I can put him away.
Now, heart surgery's kept him out of court, but this is a bloody time bomb waiting to happen.
He's been ordered to answer questions about his overseas assets in court.
He sits there, withholds information, he's gonna get slapped with contempt and a year in the clink.
False answers, just in case that's crossed anyone's mind, is gonna be more like five years.
Hey, where do where do all the legal fees get paid from? Don't answer that.
Switzerland? This mysterious Mr Bollag? He's a personal friend of Alan's.
Oh, come on.
Pull the other one.
It plays 'Jingle Bells'.
I need to go down to the beach.
Talk to the people of Perth.
They understand.
They love me.
Who's this? It's fuckin' Fred.
Oh, g'day, Fucking Fred.
How's it going? Well, I think the word is 'surreal'.
If Bondy's ever asked a direct question in the witness box about his overseas assets, he's gonna go down the gurgler.
Do not pass go.
Maybe you should shoot him in the leg, mate.
Oh, hysterically funny.
- Hey, what's wrong with him? - He did have a crook heart.
But guess what.
He's got that fixed.
You know, every day every day, he's down the beach, talking to his fan club.
Bloody doing high kicks at his daughter's wedding.
He's out of control.
Well, maybe that can be helped.
Yeah, I might need you over here, Dr Tim.
I, uh I think Bondy's pool might need a spot of cleaning.
No worries.
Had some headaches, so he went to see Perth's top neurologist.
Diagnosis? A very mild form of brain damage presumably caused by a microembolism.
- He's forgetting names.
- There you go.
Beautiful.
His condition's likely to improve, apparently.
Well, that is unfortunate.
What about depression? Any signs of depression? Yeah, yeah.
And I'm gaining on him fast.
Here you go.
Uh, John and Alan Bond, this is Tim Watson-Munro.
Tim's the psychologist and expert witness that I was talking about.
Yeah, we've spoken about it.
Do you mind, Tim? Of course.
What, two counts of fraud and two counts of deception? 'La Promenade'.
It's a painting by Monet.
Impressionist.
It was it was beautiful.
Bond Corp passed on the opportunity to acquire the painting after five years.
Dad didn't.
He sold it in New York through Dallhold.
For an excellent price - and I made $15 million, which I needed at the time to keep my people employed.
There are working notes written to that effect.
Don't tell me they were written after the event.
I don't need to know that.
Why do I need to go to the magistrate's court? Well, these are very serious charges, Alan, but, don't worry.
We'll get you bail.
Couple of hundred thousand dollars, - We'll get you out of there.
- There'll be a media scrum.
Yeah, we'll need to keep you away from the press, Alan.
No more interviews, no more telling the world how great you're feeling, OK? You don't understand.
It's good for business.
No, you're bankrupt, Alan.
You're not conducting business.
Hey, yeah, there you go.
That's 'The Promenade'.
There.
- Oh, that's nice.
- That's worth squillions, mate.
Bondy himself will take a very long bloody promenade if he goes down.
And this one's running the same time as the other one? Yeah, yeah.
Two cases.
Like two tornadoes about to hit land.
Come on! It's not fucking Fred talking.
- You're fucking Fred! - Mmm.
I mean, you can perform miracles.
Yeah.
Andrew Fraser.
Andrew Fraser.
Bloody great lawyer.
Even if he's found innocent of the fraud charges, it's gonna take a bloody year to clear his name, mate.
And if he's found guilty, then he's gonna go&oh.
No, I reckon our only chance is the tried and true.
We stall, get an adjournment and keep him out of court.
What do you reckon? From what you said, his memory's not working properly.
I don't understand how he can even be competent to give evidence if he can't brief you.
Yeah.
We know he's got a crook heart.
- What about the embolism? - OK.
- Righto, keep talking to me.
- The memory.
Fucking great.
The memory.
There could have been some damage.
- OK.
- I will run a competency test.
- Oh, a competency test.
Righto.
- A competency test.
To ascertain whether he is even fit, able, capable of briefing you or any other fuckin' lawyer.
We'd better do this asap before he gets into the bloody witness box.
- Genius! - Oh, swell.
OK, we need more genius food, then.
Oh, yes.
Cheers, mate.
Righto.
Here you go.
Ladies? Who's up for a midnight snack? - I am.
- Midnight snack? Come on! "I do think slowly.
"Not at all, just a little, "somewhat, moderately, quite a lot, very much?" Not at all.
"It takes great effort for me to do simple things.
" Not really.
Not at all.
"My future seems to have gone out of my life.
" Quite a lot.
"I spend time thinking about how I might kill myself.
" Quite a lot.
Alan, I think you did pretty well at school? Yes.
And my apprenticeship, finished 18 months early.
People should know that.
- Mathematics? - Oh, yeah, yeah, very good.
And languages.
You studied& Four? Oh, maybe it was five.
Can't remember any of them now, of course.
Your Honour, we request that the court delay the hearing in relation to the sale of the painting 'La Promenade' until our client's ill health improves.
Well, Mr Bond is suffering from depression.
He has contemplated suicide.
And, um, I believe it's very unlikely that there'll be any improvement in his functioning for at least six months, if ever.
And at the moment, Mr Bond is so cognitively challenged that I would believe he would have difficulty running a corner store.
Hearing of the fraud charges and deception charges will be delayed until July 1994.
All rise.
Just got six months.
You just won a place on the gravy train.
The doctor said any day now.
Fraser, what's that noise? No, darling.
No, we got a win, darling.
We got the adjournment.
We're just cele& We're celebrating.
Who's celebrating? Oh, Perth's finest.
Me, Tim, the A-team.
What was that? Hey, oh, that's just the troops misbehaving, darling.
You should be here.
It's only half the fun without ya.
Fraser, it's gonna be any minute now.
Please? I need you.
And if you're not here for the birth I'll never forgive you.
Yeah Darling, I promised I'd be there, OK? I've just got to go and pack my bags and I'll get back to you, OK? I love you.
Here we go! Come on.
Come on, everybody! Yeah.
Yeah, I'll do it on Tuesday.
Ooh.
Well, when did you speak to her? That's ridiculous.
We need those documents.
Get up her.
Oh OK, 'bye.
- How long can you stay? - No, it's good, it's alright.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
I love ya, Olivia.
We'll have skis on you in no time, darling.
Andrew Fraser.
Ah, Lewis! How are you, mate? - My son Mark, he got busted.
- Oh.
When? - Couple of weeks ago.
- Alright.
Did he get bail? - No.
Denied.
- Jesus, Lewis! Why didn't you call me, mate? I could have helped you out.
Oh, yeah, just like you're helping Tony? He couldn't get in contact with you last week.
Now he's gone underground.
Fuckin' vanished.
Yeah, I tried to call, but he I had to go back to Perth, mate.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Higher-paying criminals in suits.
I'll say this once.
They stick to their own, and you're not one of them.
- OK, when does Mark go to trial? - In a few weeks.
But there's this Strawhorn bloke.
You remember him? Yeah, well, he's making it complicated.
- What do you mean, complicated? - Well, he's offering a deal.
But I don't know if I can trust the prick.
So find out if he can be trusted and what's his story.
Alright.
Look, I've gotta pack now and get back to Perth, mate.
But I will, I will.
I promise you.
I'll give you a call, OK? Fraser, this is my son.
I understand, mate.
I'll give you a call soon, OK? I'll see you out.
Tony.
Punctual.
- I like that in a man, Tony.
- Yeah? Your trial comes up soon, doesn't it? Your wife's brother he still in with the bikies? What do you want? - An in.
- An in? You are kidding, eh? Not the bikies.
Not one reason in the fuckin' world, mate, OK? No way.
The only reason you're out on bail is because I helped you out there.
Maybe I can help you out with the 10 years you're looking at.
You see, judges, they look very kindly on my requests, Tony, and that's no bullshit.
I might as well just tattoo 'gig' on my forehead, will I? - Eh? - It's your choice, mate.
10 years or, um& you can work for me.
Merry Christmas, Tony.
Hey, Alan, we're in court saying how sick you are and you're throwing journalists' microphones over cars.
Oh, she was smug.
They have no respect.
They loved me when I won the Cup.
When you're not doing that, you're striding up and down Cottesloe Beach.
People need to see me.
It gives them hope.
Anyway, I'm paying you to fix my problems.
OK, Alan, the 'La Promenade' case has been delayed, but in preparation for the bankruptcy hearing, Robert Ramsay's up there in Jersey interviewing people under oath, gathering up documents.
- There's nothing there.
- OK.
More uplifting news.
The judge has ordered you to be seen by two neurologists, of the court's choosing.
- What for? - See if you have brain damage.
- More brain tests? - Yeah.
Oh, I'm gonna find that very stressful.
Yeah, well, not as stressful as three years in jail, Alan.
How'd it go? - No brain damage at all.
- Oh, fuck.
- Both reports? - Yep.
Mr Bond? - My name is Helen Pritchett.
- Hello, Helen.
- I've been wanting to meet you.
- Really? My husband's name is Ian.
He'd like to meet you too.
- I'd like to meet him, but& - Except that he's dead.
He died on the kitchen floor with a plastic bag wrapped around his head.
After he retired, he put everything we had into your shares.
By the end, he hated himself so much, he thought I'd be better off without him.
I hope you rot in hell.
Several doctors, Your Honour, have recommended a publicity ban on this hearing because of the adverse effects the publicity's been having on Mr Bond.
Denied, Mr Fraser.
Mr Bond's medical reports are a matter of public interest.
This court will remain open to reporters.
Mr Fraser? Your Honour, Mr Alan Bond seeks an adjournment in the bankruptcy proceedings on medical grounds.
As Your Honour will see in the report by Dr Tim Watson-Munro, Mr Bond's IQ has dropped from a very superior 150 points to below 90 points.
Mr Bond suffered a serious decline in his intellectual capabilities, particularly in the areas of speech and of concentration and memory.
May I say I am puzzled as to why Mr Bond seems to be fighting a requirement to appear in court? He's obviously sufficiently well to be able to maintain counsel.
This case, Mr Fraser, will go ahead.
All rise.
Well, he, uh he gave it to us, mate.
Both barrels.
Your father's gonna have to take the stand.
Our expectation not our hope, our expectation is that we'll win this case.
Alright.
OK, well, let's make sure your father realises that this is the most important thing on his plate at the moment.
You know, television interviews about his yachting triumphs should not be a priority.
No need for sarcasm, Andrew.
I'll talk to him.
Yeah? Surprise! Huh.
Hello, darling.
Mmm, hello.
- How are you? - I'm good.
How are you? Alright.
Oh.
Wow, look at this.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Another win? - Yeah, I've been kicking goals.
They love me over here as much as ever.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Well Um We'll go and have some breakfast? The usual, Frase? Uh, yeah, and some coffee, strong coffee.
Ta.
Uh, my wife will get the poached eggs.
- Thank you, Frase.
- OK.
My mum's looking after the kids, in case you wondered.
OK.
Yeah Fucking Fred.
Jesus, mate.
Hello! Denise, what a surprise.
Hey.
Um This is This is my wife, Denise.
This is& Ruby.
It's a miracle you're alive after last night.
We'll just sit over here.
Lovely to see you.
- I'm going home, Andrew.
- No, come on, Denise.
You think I'm a fucking idiot? This is how it's gonna be.
Clean up your act and you come home, or just forget it.
- I'm doing this for us, alright? - Oh, bullshit, Andrew! I'm working me arse off.
Alan's going to trial.
There's the painting business and fuckin' Bell Resources.
I don't give a shit about Alan Bond.
- Just understand I'm working.
- I care about you.
Well, a little bit of faith wouldn't go astray.
I have faith in Andrew.
It's Fraser I worry about.
- OK.
- The sticky throat, runny nose.
What do you tell them? You've got a cold? A cold that's lasted all year.
- Is that what you tell them? - OK.
It is either me and the kids or Alan Bond.
It's up to you.
- OK, OK.
Denise, don't& - Don't! - Oh, that's crap.
- It's the best I could do.
He's gonna get monstered in the box.
Can't keep a thought in his head for more than two seconds.
Well, he just needs to be settled down a bit.
Problem is, he's already on medication.
Well, can we up his dose? Well, if he's as agitated as he was today in your meeting, he's gonna blow it.
The thing is, he's already taking something for anxiety and depression.
Yeah, we can't have him having a public meltdown.
No, no, no, no, I think it's time he had his medication regime reviewed again.
Maybe talking about his health isn't the right way to go.
Well, not if it legitimately keeps him out of jail.
I mean, you lose this, you're ratshit.
Yeah, I'm very well aware of that, thank you very much.
The way I see it, you've got two more cases lined up with Bondy.
And this is your ticket to ride, buddy boy.
Did you at any time during the 1980s give instructions to anybody else for the setting up of an offshore trust in relation to your personal affairs? I can't recall.
I just don't remember.
II can't recall.
I just don't remember.
I can't remember anything at all.
Yeah, I just don't remember.
I can't recall.
Don't remember.
I don't remember anything like that at all.
Do you now recall signing it? No, I don't.
Mr Bond, may I suggest that you are deliberately and consciously lying, to keep very large sums of money you have overseas from your bankruptcy trustee? I deny that.
And I object to you calling me a liar.
I'm getting very upset, and I've had enough, and I don't want to sit here any longer and be tricked by by someone who takes two lines out of something.
It's not fair on me.
Not there yet, but a postponement's a good result.
We'll offer another deal to the creditors.
It'll all disappear.
Look, not wanting to piss on the party, we've got we've got the 'Promenade' hearing in a couple of weeks, and I know the other side is swimming in evidence about the sale of this bloody painting.
But we run ill health and hopefully, we get another delay.
- Otherwise? - Well, it's, um You know, it's not like the bankruptcy charges.
With fraud, you're looking at a theoretical theoretical maximum 14 years in jail.
Alan, we've had two doctors testify on oath that you're brain-damaged and depressed.
- I am depressed.
- OK.
Great, mate.
Well, let's let's keep it up.
Um, down.
OK? This is the advice I'm paying top dollar for? I'm in this for hundreds of thousands of bucks.
Oh, you'll be alright.
We'll sort it out.
Mmm.
- He's not getting any better.
- Well, no, he isn't.
Just got to stay out of the bloody public eye.
- It's his last chance.
- Yep.
Ours too.
There you go.
- No, doctor before the patient.
- Oh, go on.
No, off you go.
- Come on, now.
- Jesus Christ.
Why am I here? 'Cause the judge didn't believe you were sick, Alan, and they've got new witnesses, right? Will the defendant please rise? Has the jury come to a verdict? - We have, Your Honour.
- How say you? Do you find the defendant, Alan Bond, guilty or not guilty? Guilty on all four counts.
These crimes are very serious, Mr Bond.
How has such a wonderful citizen come to be responsible for a $15 million fraud? Perhaps you forgot that the Bond Corporation was no longer your private fiefdom.
I have no option but to send you to jail.
I sentence you to two years on the fraud charges and three years on the dishonesty charges, to be served concurrently.
All rise.
What do you mean it's over? We've only just begun fighting.
My secretary's got you booked on the red-eye to Melbourne.
OK.
And, uh, what about what I'm owed? Well, he's officially broke, Andrew, remember.
You can either sue him or you can wait like everyone else.
You know the payment terms.
- Hi.
- Hi.
I've decided Alan Bond can get fucked.
You and the kids are more important.
Good.
Ah.
- How is she? - She's good.
- Yeah? - Mmm.
Chris informs me that apart from a payment 8 months ago, we've yet to receive anything for invoices sent.
- Yeah, well, that's normal.
- Is it? We're talking about a substantial amount of money.
Barry, let me finish - John Bond has assured me that the payments will be made directly following the publication of the written verdict.
Oh.
Since when do clients dictate payment practice? I mean, we have got a clear and inflexible payment policy.
- Payment in 30 days.
- OK.
- That's what John Bond said.
- I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
Are you telling me we don't get paid until the judge publishes the fact that you lost and Alan Bond was sent to jail, hm? - Wayne.
- Ah.
Wayne, Andrew Fraser.
Detective Sergeant Wayne Strawhorn.
Fraser.
We've met before.
I think it's 1-all, isn't it? In court.
One conviction, one acquittal.
Yeah, if you say so.
Lewis? - Lewis? - Yeah, I hear you.
They've got to let you out, mate.
On compassionate grounds.
He was your son.
You know, my grandkids were in the back of that car.
They used a shotgun and a pistol on him with the kids just sitting in the back seat.
It's terrible, mate.
Can't compete with that sort of scum.
The point is, you don't, Lewis.
You walk away, mate.
You live to fight another day.
Don't even try and understand this, Fraser.
You don't murder a man in front of his kids and just stop there.
You wipe out the whole clan.
I know it's a big shock, and I know it's disappointing, but you have to& you just have to keep on going.
Yes, just serve your sentence like everyone else does.
How was how was your footy, mate? Good, yeah, but we didn't make the finals.
- That's a pity.
- No, it's alright.
I hate training.
IOs my favourite actress still slaying them in the school play? It was a few months ago, Dad.
Right.
Huh.
She was very good, though.
You would have been very proud.
Yeah.
No, I am very proud.
No, I'm very proud of both of you.
- You know that, don't you? - Yeah.
How's Dad? - It's hard for him, Andrew.
- Oh And how do you reckon it is for me? I'm sorry.
I'll see you kids, OK? - We've only just got here.
- Say goodbye to your dad, kids.
- 'Bye, Dad.
- Andrew!