Crownies (2011) s01e21 Episode Script
Episode 21
1 We followed, blocked them in an alley.
Then they started shooting, so we shot back.
And then she was just just lying there on the ground, bleeding.
If you're gonna go running to David every time you don't agree with one of my prosecutorial decisions, because if it comes down to you or me, I know who'll be staying at the DPP.
That's a girl! Yes, it is.
Lisa, this is Conrad.
You're a fucking liar.
Lisa, wait! Lisa! Y° "" 'e a lying little bastard.
Why are you so protective of him, huh? Something else going on with you and this tosser 'cause I was never fucking good enough for you? No! You're an idiot! There it is.
Conrad, just back off.
Hey! Thanks for coming.
Let's get you out of here.
Julie, tell me you didn't Julie! Tell me you didn't give Jimmy Butcher the file.
I went and slept with someone else night.
That's how much I don't want to be with you.
We're just wrong.
Did you show him the Quinn file after you fucked? 'Cause that's what you did with me.
Why did you change your plea? I know you're working for someone.
Oh, he's cute! Shit! Better get that in the wash, Erin.
Lucky your place is just a few stops away.
Don't spill it! Fuck! Ben! OK.
Hormones.
Sorry.
Right.
Sorry, just underslept.
How come? Just work.
You should try the Dr McMahon failsafe cure for insomnia.
Orgasm equals the release of oxytocin equals relaxed Erin equals good night's sleep.
Everybody wins.
If only your quest for knowledge extended to your cases.
Oh, I've got room to come round tonight, help you get sleepy.
Don't you ever get tired of yourself? You want me, don't you? Shit.
What's she doing here? Looking for heads to shrink.
Budget cuts? Perhaps if you'd played things a little differently? I'd like you to implement an efficiency improvement plan, effective immediately, pending the usual committee process.
We have no fat to trim, Miriam.
You've already cut us to the bone.
Enterprising director like yourself, I'm sure you'll think of something.
I'm not waiting forever, Tates.
Hurry up.
Don't rush me.
Seriously, we have to leave.
Tracey is going to kill us.
These or these? I don't know.
I don't care, OK? I'm leaving.
Wait, will you? And for the record, Finchface owes me serious overtime.
- Uh - Hello, Richard.
Come on, we're all adults here.
You two need to start talking.
Now.
I might just get out of your hair.
Why don't you and I go for a walk? I really can't be late for work, Mr Novak.
I've got three mentions and a witness to prep I understand.
Yeah.
Dad? It's alright, princess.
Come on, it won't take long.
Why did you go to Dad's? You could have come home.
Not while he was here.
It wasn't Richard's fault.
It was my idea.
So you said.
Baby! Hey, baby.
Baby.
No, no, Tatum.
That's not gonna work this time.
You know, you lied to me for months.
Well, your response was completely disproportionate.
Oh, he wasn't hurt.
Assault, Conrad, isn't just physically harming someone.
It's also the apprehension of injury.
Don't fucking lawyer me, Tatum! How am I ever supposed to trust you again? Hey.
Hey, you can.
You can.
Can we please just talk? We're a dying breed, Richard.
Men - displaced, superfluous, heading for obliteration in this brave new world.
Gone are the glory days of empires and soldiers of war, the building of nations, the defending of borders.
Do you know what I mean? Absolutely.
How will history remember us? I like the outdoors.
You cubicle rats should get out more.
I cycle.
You mean like a pushbike? Yeah.
Good for you.
Do you think about death, Richard? Oh oh The only way we can extend ourselves beyond our mortality is by what we leave behind.
Our children inscribe our legacy.
Tatum is my youngest daughter.
She's all that stands between me and obscurity.
She's my little girl.
She's my angel.
I want to be a grandfather, Richard.
Tatum's my last hope.
No more secrets.
It's been good to talk.
Hasn't it, though? Look, mate, I don't care where you get your end away, whether it's with girls or boys, as long as it's not with Tatum.
Is that clear? Find yourself somewhere else to live.
Yep.
I went straight from the airport to the police.
They are point-blank refusing to arrest Esther.
They told me the file is with your office.
Look, I need you to tell them to charge her.
Sorry, Miss Carr, I only got the police brief against your aunt this morning, so I haven't had a chance to look at it properly.
Could you just take a seat? You'll need to be on your toes with this one.
Why? Tony Gillies is the Crown.
Here's what you need to know.
My father, Glenn Carr, is chronically ill.
He lives with Esther, who is also his carer.
And his sister? Yes.
Esther's had control over Dad's finances for the last six years, since Mum died, and he's also a little he had a car accident and was left with frontal lobe damage, so he has difficulty communicating and is fed through a PEG tube.
I'm sorry to hear that.
That's Dad.
That's Esther.
She's spending all his savings on herself.
She's spent nearly $1 million in three years by pretending it's going to his care.
Well, if we can prove that, that's a breach of trust against your father, and, obviously, he's not in a position to complain.
The police have told me that they're light on the paper trail.
So, Mr McMahon, I need you to tell them what evidence they need before Dad is hauled back into intensive care.
OK, hang on.
It's not that simple.
Yes, it is.
Get a warrant.
Have a look at the financials and the bank records.
Connect the dots with her purchases.
Check this.
Got enough to convince a jury? Yes? Great! Advise the police to press charges, Esther goes to trial, conviction T ahâ? .
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end oi stow.
Tahli, there are other things to consider for the indictment.
It's a clear case of obtaining a financial advantage by deception.
I've been working as a lawyer in London for the past six years.
Next? OK.
My understanding is the Fraud Squad are still collating Esther's expenditure.
If they arrest her now, the case will be half-arsed.
They have enough, and if the DPP don't recommend charging, I'm gonna go over there and deal with her myself.
I've told you he's busy.
Tracey tells me you're distributing my cases to other Crowns.
My brain hasn't swollen, David.
I'm still a fully functioning prosecutor.
If I'd asked you, what would you have said? What do you think? I'm not standing you down from work, Janet.
I'm simply swapping your long-running trials for these shorter, more practical matters.
I'll have a read.
I'll still be briefing whoever's taking over.
Fine.
Miriam Mansie has informed me that we are once again under budgetary review.
That woman I need one solicitor from Groups 4, 5 and 6 and compelling reasons for letting them go.
I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this.
I couldn't possibly imagine where to start, David.
Just do your best.
We have no choice.
Where the hell's my lawyer? He's on his way.
You think he'd actually bother to turn up on time? Kind of a big day.
Sit down.
He'll be here.
They'll find that you followed protocol.
Yeah, I did.
It's standard procedure.
The Internal Affairs interview's just for the Coroner to Lina, I know, I know.
Sorry.
Oh, shit, I've got to go.
No, wait, wait.
Um This month, it's been a bitch.
I don't want to feel shit anymore.
I want to spend my life with you.
Andy No, hear me out, OK? Life is too short.
I don't have a ring yet and I know I should ask your dad, but marry me? Marry me, Lina.
Oh, are you serious? Say yes.
But you're you're about to go do your big interview.
Today's not the day.
Fuck the interview.
Say yes.
No, Andy.
Not like this.
Ask me when you're in a good place.
No.
No today.
But not never.
Go to work.
Go to work.
You really need to go back to the police with this.
I'm a prosecutor, not an investigator.
My father is falling apart and is still in the care of the woman who is taking him for everything he owns.
What part aren't you getting? I mean, look at this.
She's spent $10,000 on facials.
Six on pedicures.
She withdrew massive amounts of money to pay for medical treatments that were covered by Dad's insurance and shouldn't have cost a cent.
Where's the proof? It won't get past committal unless we can convince a magistrate.
And to be honest, I'm finding it really hard to see exactly what she's done that's so bad.
So she's bought all the stuff that he likes - art, music, things that he enjoyed before the accident.
It's arguable that he'd be spending that money anyway.
It's not her money.
But isn't she entitled to something after giving years of her life to his care? He's completely dependent on her.
It's an abuse of power.
Or is she making a tragic situation a little more bearable for both of them? You're unbelievable.
No.
I'm just asking the same questions a jury will.
The bottom line is she might not have the necessary intention for a conviction.
- Simple.
- Tony Gillies! Save it, Tracey! Terribly sorry.
Bit of a mix-up.
What are you doing? So hard to find good admin staff these days.
Wrong instructing solicitor assigned.
No, I assure you I'm instructing on this.
Uh, no, Ben.
You're not.
- Tracey! - My office, this way, please.
Good.
Excellent.
Give me someone who will actually prosecute.
Don't.
Keep your head down today.
Oh, hey, Lisa, it's me.
Um, you picked up.
Yeah, look, I really need to speak to you.
Can you meet me today for lunch? Please, Lisa, I I miss you and I really want to sort this out.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
One, at the cafe downstairs.
Alright, I'll see you then.
'Bye.
Hey- Hey- Did you and Con sort things out? Yeah.
We had the most incredible make-up sex.
Like, mind-blowing.
Yeah, need to know, Tates.
What did Dad say? Not much.
He wants to be a grandfather.
So will you come home tonight? On the scale of good ideas, that is, like, a minus 10.
Conrad won't mind.
No, Tates.
Enough.
Just forget it.
So where will you stay? With Lisa.
Why are you looking up the Proceeds of Crime Act? Uh, it's for a case.
Ooh, dirty money.
Sounds juicy.
Which case? Um, it's research, actually, for, um Tracey! Sorry about this morning.
We had an unavoidable Domestic emergency.
Yeah.
It won't happen again.
Meeting room.
10 minutes.
A very serious matter has come up.
Sorry.
I was with Tony.
He just pulled me onto this dodgy carer case.
Well, lucky I did all the prep for you.
Should be a breeze from here.
You OK? I regret to inform you that someone from this group and from Groups 4 and 6 will shortly be made redundant.
Why? We have been asked to make cuts to personnel.
Despite my best efforts to convince David otherwise, the decision is irreversible.
I'm very sorry.
That's so unfair.
Life, Tatum, is unfair.
But my position's tenured.
Even so.
No doubt the Quinn leak hasn't helped.
Of course I will be happy to provide a reference for whomever David decides will be leaving us.
She enjoyed that.
This is crap.
I'm not going down for something I didn't do.
Maybe it's all just a beat-up.
Miriam Mansie throwing her weight around.
Keep telling yourself that, Ben.
Someone in this room is still lying, and it isn't me.
Tatum Novak.
Where do I start? Shopping trips during office hours, uses DPP resources for personal matters, including the planning of her wedding.
No respect for authority, not to mention her unsavoury family connections.
I don't think that's especially relevant.
Richard Stirling.
Inappropriate liaisons with a witness - Tina Chang - despite several warnings, used the office as a hotel, as well as a reluctance to review sexual of fence briefs and reports of poor advocacy performance, accepted money from another solicitor to write his indictments.
Would that be Ben McMahon? Lina Badir.
Harbours extreme political views.
Her brother was under investigation by police.
You've been very thorough, Tracey.
Do you have one of those on me? I'm only doing what you asked.
Yes, yes.
Yeah.
Carry on.
Erin O'Shaughnessy.
Sympathised with the defence on the Mervich case, solicited media attention, fundamentally ill-suited to the culture of the DPP and, by all accounts, a liability.
Uh There's more.
I think I get the picture.
So what is your recommendation, then? Who should go? That, David, is your job.
Here's the rest.
I started going through the witness statements and trying to figure out whether or not we've got enough.
I'm sorry about Tony.
You didn't have to say yes.
I want to keep my job, Ben.
So do I.
What's David gonna think when he finds out I've had work taken off me? I'll be first out the door.
Blaming each other's not gonna help.
I don't think she's guilty of anything other than being a bit extravagant.
Do you? Ream'? Well, maybe Tahli's just pissed off that her inheritance is decreasing.
She is the sole benefactor in his will.
What, do you think she's left her job and ï¬own all the way back from London just to save her inheritance? Maybe.
Well, your problem now.
Unbelievable.
A sunbathing penis, a self-proclaimed cannabis whisperer What? The offender cultivated marijuana with a street value of 140 grand.
An assault causing GBH with a tennis racquet.
I am sick of being treated like I am made of glass.
It's so insulting.
Do you know which one of us will go? No.
I'm sure it won't be you.
You're doing good work.
This is doing my head in.
Distract me with the penis, please.
A father, William Clarke, had taken his son and one of his friends to their soccer game.
So he waits in the car for them to finish playing.
Incidentally, he has psoriasis on his genitals.
So the sunlight comes out, he decides to take his doctor's advice, get some vitamin D on the affected area Ew' so he flops it out for some UV goodness and the kid comes back to the car.
Hey presto, Mr Clarke's been charged with committing an act of indecency towards another person.
Your opinion? He seems very contrite in the record of interview.
Most sex offenders are, once they're caught.
Well, he didn't physically harm anyone.
He exposed himself to a child.
Incredibly stupid, yes.
But was it deliberate'? He maintains it was a moment of lapsed judgment, not an act of indecency.
He'll get a conviction, be labelled a sex offender for the rest of his life, unless he can prove that.
What are you thinking? Oh, I'm thinking at least he didn't use sunscreen.
Yes? Sorry to bother you.
I was just wondering if I could ask you a question.
You just did.
Um, why did you take me off the Esther Carr dodgy carer case? Are you questioning my judgment? No, sir, not at all.
It's just that, uh, well, if I'm doing something wrong, I can do better.
You're a good prosecutor and I can learn from you Nothing worse than a brownnoser, son.
Is it just me, or Yeah, it's just you.
Shitting yourself, moneybags? Worried your head's on the chopping block? Look, you like to do things differently around here, and so do I.
That doesn't mean we don't get the job done.
I am nothing like you.
'Bye.
'Bye for now.
Have a nice life.
Uh, hello, Victims Services? I just wanted to check if it's possible to make donations anonymously, in cash, today.
No? Why must all donations be trackable? Wonderful.
That's great.
Thanks for nothing.
Just transparently sucked up to a Crown prosecutor.
Two hours late to work.
Have you ever been truly hated by someone? The entire famiglia de Novak? Tony Gillies won't work with me.
Appeal to his carotid artery.
Buy it some doughnuts.
What would this place be without me, Richard? A grey and lifeless wasteland.
I didn't think you'd actually care if you got fired.
I don't know.
I just I feel like I'm actually doing something.
You know, something important.
What, making a difference? Yeah.
Well, we are.
I don't want to go, either.
Liquid lunch.
Tracey's gone out.
No can do, I'm afraid.
I'm meeting someone.
Who? A friend.
A friend? Right.
Hey.
I don't hate you.
Aw! Trichocereus spachianus.
Generally easy to cultivate and will tolerate extreme sun and heat, but don't much like the cold.
Judge Walker.
I didn't recognise you.
Mr Stirling, you do know that you're not supposed to address a judge by their full name in public environs? In our civilian attire, we are to be afforded anonymity.
You never know who's around.
Of course.
I apol My mistake.
Occasion? Guilt.
Penance.
Forgiveness.
Orchids will brighten even the blackest heart.
Yeah, they are beautiful, but DPP salary, meagre at best.
Well, we can't have that.
Oh, no, no, no, no, you don't have to do that.
Mr Stirling, when will you learn never to challenge a judge? Thank you.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
These are for you.
Oh, I Oh, you're such a wonderful man.
We have a good meeting story.
All great couples have a good meeting story.
I know.
And I look good in lycra.
I thought when I met you that What? Say it.
I've really enjoyed our time together.
But You're too complicated for me.
Can I just explain about Conrad? I have to think about my children.
I promised them stability, and you can't offer that right now.
I can.
I will.
They have to come first.
I know, and I can handle that.
Look, what happened at the flat, none of that was my fault.
We're at different times in our lives.
When you get yourself sorted out, call me, OK? So that's it, then? Just end of story? Don't I get a say in this? I'm sorry.
You've reached Detective Sergeant Andy Campbell.
Please leave your name and number.
These just arrived for you - the medical records from Glenn Carr's treating hospital.
He's one sick man.
Uh Hang on.
Are these all his medical records? They're all from different hospitals.
Well, don't ask me, I'm just the courier.
Why have you subpoenaed them, anyway? Are they relevant? I like to be across everything.
Any news from your Detective Campbell? No.
I'm sure you'll hear soon.
So, we had a call from a consulting physician at Royal North Shore today, and you know what he said? He said they had a visit from a DPP solicitor making inquiries about Esther Carr.
As well you know, we don't send our lawyers out investigating.
I didn't feel I was getting anywhere.
Do you know how many times Dad had sepsis? I'm sure it's stress-induced low immunity.
He knows he's being fleeced.
He's not a fool.
Yes, well, it's just as well it's me and not another prosecutor, who'd have you arrested for impersonating an officer of the court.
Now, the police have told you and now I'm telling you - leave the inquiries to the police! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it.
It was only because nobody would see me, and I retracted anyway.
Inside.
I, um, printed off the additional transaction records.
I'm sorry, am I boring you? Sorry? Uh, what? No.
He's my father.
Can you at least pretend to care? Andy.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck! The other guys said they were yelling at me to hold my fire when she crossed to cover us.
They saw her go.
So you didn't hear them.
So what? It wasn't your fault.
That is bullshit! That is bullshit.
They warned me not to shoot, and I did.
But you didn't hear them.
Maybe I did and I panicked.
I don't know anymore.
Oh, just stop.
Stop this.
Stop this.
I should have waited for backup.
I should have Fuck! No, no, you were being shot at.
It wasn't your fault.
She shouldn't have run into your line of fire.
I have to go.
Go where? I have to see them.
I have to see them.
See who? Say sorry.
No, bad idea.
Really bad idea.
It's completely selfish.
Lina, now! Oh, shit.
What are you doing here? I need to speak to you, Sam.
I can't see you.
Wait, please, please, please, Sam.
There's nothing you can say.
Get away from me! Thanks for coming back.
I'm really tired.
What do you want? I was wrong.
Ll should have supported you.
No.
You were, uh you were right.
I shouldn't have gone.
I don't want to be right.
I want to be with you.
My answer's yes.
Yes to what? I'm damaged goods.
I'm drowning in shit here.
Look at you.
You have everything ahead of you.
No, I don't.
I don't want you to waste your life caring for me.
You deserve better.
I don't care.
I'll take you in pieces.
Let me let me glue you back together.
OK, that was that was terrible.
But it's true.
I don't want to be your pity project.
You're not.
Mrs Campbell.
I'm not changing my name.
And so it begins.
There you go.
Thanks.
So how was your day'? Good, good.
Took some of the new boys in negotiation training.
Sold an Audi R8.
Great.
What about you? Oh, you know, the usual.
I was dealing with this whole sensitive evidence drama.
We tendered these photos of the victim in my case, only the defence kicked up a stink and said it was prejudicial.
It was like, hello, the jury should see how brutal the attack was.
I mean, obviously the probative value of the photos outweighs their prejudicial effect.
Anyway, the judge allowed it, so Who were you working with? Urn, no-one you know.
What? Nothing.
This is nice.
Baby? Yes, baby? I was wondering, now that you're home, whether you and Richard could think about Richard and I nothing.
Could you at least hear me out? I know what you're gonna say.
He didn't do anything wrong.
He's not coming back here, Tatum.
What, never? Fine.
Marinated lamb cutlets, seasoned hamburger with polenta chips and a confit of Gressingham duck.
Oh, everything but the duck.
I can't eat duck.
As you wish, my friend.
And from the bar? Uh, Scotch on ice, thank you.
Oh, don't worry about that.
Dad's plastic.
Yeah, I can't sponge off you all night.
Richard, just relax.
Inheritance is coming my way.
This is my treat.
Thank you, Pa.
Thank you.
Hey, thanks for letting me stay here.
Brother, mi casa, tu casa.
Hello there.
What's your name? Emily.
I was wondering if I could bother you for some room service.
What's going on? The fuse has blown.
We don't have any wire.
Oh, Tracey's gonna love that.
Where's Andy? He's gone up the street to get us some dinner.
Do you want some? I can call him.
Thanks, I ate.
You know, I was thinking, it would be a relief if it was me.
Don't say that.
I don't belong at the DPP.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
And I'm tired of pretending that I do.
I can't hack it.
I've seen blood spilling out of walls.
I've been threatened to the point where I can't sleep.
I'm jumping at shadows.
I can't even sit in court without falling apart.
I'm a paranoid mess.
Look at these.
They don't stop.
They just keep coming and coming.
Every time I get my head around one, Tracey gives me six more.
It gets easier.
Just give it time.
I don't want to end up like Tony Gillies.
But you're so much hotter than Tony.
Hey, you're a good lawyer and you care.
We need you.
Really? Yes.
I'm getting married.
What? Um, Andy Andy asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
Oh, my God! You let me rabbit on about work! Oh Oh, my God! We need Champagne? .
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to celebrate! Uh David? Uh, Tony Gillies! Yeah! Correct! Oh, yeah.
OK, ready? Tracey, Tracey.
No, no, no.
Tracey, Tracey, Tracey.
Atticus Finch.
Yeah! Yeah! Whoa.
Speaking of Tracey, who do you think's gonna go? Hey, shh, shh! We're here now.
Let's just enjoy it.
No, but seriously, seriously.
What if it's you or me? Don't think about it.
Ice-cream.
Yeah? Look where we are.
You can have anything you want, and you want ice-cream? Vanilla.
The most popular flavour in New Zealand.
New Zealand! What? Don't mess with a classic, man.
OK.
Put that away.
You're obsessed.
Well, it's weird.
Everything you guys do is weird.
Move in with us.
You're good at fixing fuses and I'd feel safer living with a cop.
Maybe not this cop.
Listen to this.
âCare-bound patient Glenn Carr presented to ED with central abdo pain.
âHis carer was given oral antibiotics to treat infected feeding tube.
âSwab revealed Enterococcus faecalis.
â Enters what'? The nurse wrote that it was a bacteria found in human faeces.
Yuck.
Yeah, and then, two days later, at a different hospital, same nurse, âGlenn Carr transferred from ED âwith severe sepsis from infected feeding tube.
âPrevious history of debridement under anaesthetic four times.
â In English? She reckons that when he went to hospital, he got better.
But when he went home, he'd get sick again.
Suss, no? Now, Mr Stirling Mm-hm? In accordance with your duty of disclosure, I wish to hear about this so-called friend.
Well, um The one you ditched Mr McMahon for in his hour of need.
All you need to know, Your Honour, is that I am sworn off women for good.
I mean, seriously - who needs chicks? What has brought you to your new-found enlightenment? Well, Benjamin, I am glad you asked.
Mmm.
See, Tatum told me that I had to be gay, and so I was.
Only then I had sex with a cyclist, and Conrad punched me.
Cyclist is Lisa.
Now Lisa thinks that I'm too hard-basket, Judge Walker thinks that I'm a lying philanthropist and Danny Novak thinks that I'm his bitch.
And once again, to top it all off, I'm homeless.
Dares.
Nuh, forget about it.
It's not gonna happen.
Oww! Hey! Ben! Not funny.
Come on, Ben.
Open the door.
Ben, open the door! Uh not hygienic, no.
In fact, a direct violation of Section 13 of the State Food Act.
Not to mention being an out-and-out indecent exposure summary of fence.
Is there CCTV in here? No, I can't.
it's just a spoon.
it's a late-night delight.
I'm still working.
Who's gonna see you? Mmm, see? it wasn't so bad.
If I get fired, I'm holding you responsible.
Did you use all my conditioner? Darling? Welcome to my world.
Our sunbathing penis.
Despite my initial reservations, the arguments Erin made are spot-on.
We should nolle it.
He's a model citizen and, by all accounts, a loving father, husband who's guilty of bad judgment, not a crime.
Alright.
Cannabis whisperer's been adjourned.
He's on bail.
And the tennis racket GBH I'm negotiating a plea.
Now l want my real work back.
What now'? FIIC.
Fabricated or Induced Illness by Carers.
Munchausen by proxy? Yeah, exactly.
Glenn's infections and symptoms came and went for years.
He'd get taken to theatre, get better, go home, and be back a month later.
Are you sure? It's very rare, and it's usually a parent hurting a child.
Everything points to it.
And besides, Glenn Carr is like a non-verbal child.
A casual nurse linked Glenn's sepsis with human faeces bacteria.
Esther put her own shit on her brother's wounds? Hers or his.
Who knows? That's keeping it in the family.
What about the money? Economic gain as one of the motivators.
And keeping him in hospital gave her the freedom to enjoy his wealth.
When she did go with him, she got a lot of sympathy from medical staff.
I think we've got enough for intentionally causing injury, maybe even GBH.
FIIC is not a crime we can put on an indictment.
But we might be able to make out those injury of fences.
Well, as long as it's based on evidence and not by judgements about Esther's behaviour.
Alright.
Tell the police to go for it.
Good work, Lina.
Thanks.
How's that, um, fella of yours? Mmm.
Well, conscience is a great servant but a terrible master.
Give him time.
He will be the last to forgive himself.
What's that for? You look like shit.
You try not sleeping for three nights in a row.
I keep thinking the coffee-wielding dog-walker is gonna come back.
People kill lawyers, you know? They do! It's got vodka in it, right? Sure.
It's too early to look at bruised necks.
It's too early to think about changing your father's adult nappy.
That poor woman.
Tahli Carr - she's amazing.
Now that Esther has been charged, she's signed up for a whole life of looking after her sick father.
Wonder if she even realises what's ahead of her.
Maybe she's just following her heart.
Maybe.
Excuse me interrupting your gossip session, but there is work to do.
Aggravated sexual assault with a weapon.
Rape - eight defendants, one victim.
A nightclub stabbing, intentionally causing GBH.
Unlawful imprisonment of a 12-year-old girl for the purposes of prostitution I don't want them.
You don't have a choice.
Yes, I do.
Miriam is expecting an answer by the end of the week, so we're gonna have to decide who's going.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
I'm tendering my resignation.
Effective today.
Erin, we're still discussing who's I brought Jimmy Butcher up to the office on the night of the Christmas party.
He told me that I was the one responsible for leaking the memo.
I'm very, very sorry.
Have you lost your mind? You couldn't have confessed! Well, I did.
But it wasn't you! Then who was it? I can't tell you.
Then you're lying.
It was Julie.
Julie leaked the memo.
Julie? But why? She just hates Quinn.
But Jimmy said it was me The night of the Christmas party, Julie saw the file in my bag and she showed it to Jimmy.
Lying prick.
Yeah, he is.
But you had the brief in your bag? But I didn't mean for anyone to see it! Oh, God, Ben.
You kept it quiet all this time! You need to go back in to David and tell him that you're innocent.
No.
It doesn't matter.
What?! It doesn't matter who leaked it.
I still brought Jimmy up here.
I was so drunk I don't even remember doing it.
If it wasn't the memo, it would've been something else.
No, this is bullshit, OK? It's done, Ben.
OK? It was me.
Janet gave me the file.
I took it to the pub the night of the Christmas party.
I don't know how Jimmy saw it.
I didn't give it to him.
But it wasn't Erin.
Is this some kind of joke? No.
The file stayed in my office, Ben.
I saw it.
I'm sorry, Janet.
I made a dummy copy.
I left it on your desk and I took the real one home to work on.
You might wanna refit this place as a confessional.
Whds next - Atticus'? So now that I learn you've both been lying to me for months, who am I supposed to believe? Erin only confessed because she blacked out that night.
Was there anyone else involved? No.
I would suggest you leave.
Do you know what you get when you Google 'David Sinclair'? How I failed to secure justice for Quinn's victims.
How the leaker of the memo has never been found despite a massive police enquiry and how this office is a complete joke run by a bunch of incompetent clowns.
Maybe they're right.
Hey, steady on! Why didn't they just confess when it happened? You knew.
Erin came to me a couple of months ago.
And you kept it from Jesus Christ, Janet! I thought Jimmy Butcher was toying with her, and I told her to sit tight.
As it turns out, I was right.
Your allegiance is to me, not to those gutless solicitors.
I look like a fool! I suppose you knew as well.
No, I didn't, but if you're asking for my vote, I say we keep Erin and lose Ben.
There's no proof that either is directly responsible for the leak.
Sack both of them.
That'd solve our budget cuts problems.
Look, let's not make any rash decisions, OK? We can't lose two from one group anyway.
Punishments aside, we need to close ranks.
Excuse me, David.
Lyndi Quinn is here to see you.
I'd never hated anyone as much as you the day you announced you were going after Nick when you knew he was dying.
I had no choice.
Yes, you did.
You were right to pursue him, David.
My daughter Charlotte found these.
Do what you have to.
Then they started shooting, so we shot back.
And then she was just just lying there on the ground, bleeding.
If you're gonna go running to David every time you don't agree with one of my prosecutorial decisions, because if it comes down to you or me, I know who'll be staying at the DPP.
That's a girl! Yes, it is.
Lisa, this is Conrad.
You're a fucking liar.
Lisa, wait! Lisa! Y° "" 'e a lying little bastard.
Why are you so protective of him, huh? Something else going on with you and this tosser 'cause I was never fucking good enough for you? No! You're an idiot! There it is.
Conrad, just back off.
Hey! Thanks for coming.
Let's get you out of here.
Julie, tell me you didn't Julie! Tell me you didn't give Jimmy Butcher the file.
I went and slept with someone else night.
That's how much I don't want to be with you.
We're just wrong.
Did you show him the Quinn file after you fucked? 'Cause that's what you did with me.
Why did you change your plea? I know you're working for someone.
Oh, he's cute! Shit! Better get that in the wash, Erin.
Lucky your place is just a few stops away.
Don't spill it! Fuck! Ben! OK.
Hormones.
Sorry.
Right.
Sorry, just underslept.
How come? Just work.
You should try the Dr McMahon failsafe cure for insomnia.
Orgasm equals the release of oxytocin equals relaxed Erin equals good night's sleep.
Everybody wins.
If only your quest for knowledge extended to your cases.
Oh, I've got room to come round tonight, help you get sleepy.
Don't you ever get tired of yourself? You want me, don't you? Shit.
What's she doing here? Looking for heads to shrink.
Budget cuts? Perhaps if you'd played things a little differently? I'd like you to implement an efficiency improvement plan, effective immediately, pending the usual committee process.
We have no fat to trim, Miriam.
You've already cut us to the bone.
Enterprising director like yourself, I'm sure you'll think of something.
I'm not waiting forever, Tates.
Hurry up.
Don't rush me.
Seriously, we have to leave.
Tracey is going to kill us.
These or these? I don't know.
I don't care, OK? I'm leaving.
Wait, will you? And for the record, Finchface owes me serious overtime.
- Uh - Hello, Richard.
Come on, we're all adults here.
You two need to start talking.
Now.
I might just get out of your hair.
Why don't you and I go for a walk? I really can't be late for work, Mr Novak.
I've got three mentions and a witness to prep I understand.
Yeah.
Dad? It's alright, princess.
Come on, it won't take long.
Why did you go to Dad's? You could have come home.
Not while he was here.
It wasn't Richard's fault.
It was my idea.
So you said.
Baby! Hey, baby.
Baby.
No, no, Tatum.
That's not gonna work this time.
You know, you lied to me for months.
Well, your response was completely disproportionate.
Oh, he wasn't hurt.
Assault, Conrad, isn't just physically harming someone.
It's also the apprehension of injury.
Don't fucking lawyer me, Tatum! How am I ever supposed to trust you again? Hey.
Hey, you can.
You can.
Can we please just talk? We're a dying breed, Richard.
Men - displaced, superfluous, heading for obliteration in this brave new world.
Gone are the glory days of empires and soldiers of war, the building of nations, the defending of borders.
Do you know what I mean? Absolutely.
How will history remember us? I like the outdoors.
You cubicle rats should get out more.
I cycle.
You mean like a pushbike? Yeah.
Good for you.
Do you think about death, Richard? Oh oh The only way we can extend ourselves beyond our mortality is by what we leave behind.
Our children inscribe our legacy.
Tatum is my youngest daughter.
She's all that stands between me and obscurity.
She's my little girl.
She's my angel.
I want to be a grandfather, Richard.
Tatum's my last hope.
No more secrets.
It's been good to talk.
Hasn't it, though? Look, mate, I don't care where you get your end away, whether it's with girls or boys, as long as it's not with Tatum.
Is that clear? Find yourself somewhere else to live.
Yep.
I went straight from the airport to the police.
They are point-blank refusing to arrest Esther.
They told me the file is with your office.
Look, I need you to tell them to charge her.
Sorry, Miss Carr, I only got the police brief against your aunt this morning, so I haven't had a chance to look at it properly.
Could you just take a seat? You'll need to be on your toes with this one.
Why? Tony Gillies is the Crown.
Here's what you need to know.
My father, Glenn Carr, is chronically ill.
He lives with Esther, who is also his carer.
And his sister? Yes.
Esther's had control over Dad's finances for the last six years, since Mum died, and he's also a little he had a car accident and was left with frontal lobe damage, so he has difficulty communicating and is fed through a PEG tube.
I'm sorry to hear that.
That's Dad.
That's Esther.
She's spending all his savings on herself.
She's spent nearly $1 million in three years by pretending it's going to his care.
Well, if we can prove that, that's a breach of trust against your father, and, obviously, he's not in a position to complain.
The police have told me that they're light on the paper trail.
So, Mr McMahon, I need you to tell them what evidence they need before Dad is hauled back into intensive care.
OK, hang on.
It's not that simple.
Yes, it is.
Get a warrant.
Have a look at the financials and the bank records.
Connect the dots with her purchases.
Check this.
Got enough to convince a jury? Yes? Great! Advise the police to press charges, Esther goes to trial, conviction T ahâ? .
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end oi stow.
Tahli, there are other things to consider for the indictment.
It's a clear case of obtaining a financial advantage by deception.
I've been working as a lawyer in London for the past six years.
Next? OK.
My understanding is the Fraud Squad are still collating Esther's expenditure.
If they arrest her now, the case will be half-arsed.
They have enough, and if the DPP don't recommend charging, I'm gonna go over there and deal with her myself.
I've told you he's busy.
Tracey tells me you're distributing my cases to other Crowns.
My brain hasn't swollen, David.
I'm still a fully functioning prosecutor.
If I'd asked you, what would you have said? What do you think? I'm not standing you down from work, Janet.
I'm simply swapping your long-running trials for these shorter, more practical matters.
I'll have a read.
I'll still be briefing whoever's taking over.
Fine.
Miriam Mansie has informed me that we are once again under budgetary review.
That woman I need one solicitor from Groups 4, 5 and 6 and compelling reasons for letting them go.
I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this.
I couldn't possibly imagine where to start, David.
Just do your best.
We have no choice.
Where the hell's my lawyer? He's on his way.
You think he'd actually bother to turn up on time? Kind of a big day.
Sit down.
He'll be here.
They'll find that you followed protocol.
Yeah, I did.
It's standard procedure.
The Internal Affairs interview's just for the Coroner to Lina, I know, I know.
Sorry.
Oh, shit, I've got to go.
No, wait, wait.
Um This month, it's been a bitch.
I don't want to feel shit anymore.
I want to spend my life with you.
Andy No, hear me out, OK? Life is too short.
I don't have a ring yet and I know I should ask your dad, but marry me? Marry me, Lina.
Oh, are you serious? Say yes.
But you're you're about to go do your big interview.
Today's not the day.
Fuck the interview.
Say yes.
No, Andy.
Not like this.
Ask me when you're in a good place.
No.
No today.
But not never.
Go to work.
Go to work.
You really need to go back to the police with this.
I'm a prosecutor, not an investigator.
My father is falling apart and is still in the care of the woman who is taking him for everything he owns.
What part aren't you getting? I mean, look at this.
She's spent $10,000 on facials.
Six on pedicures.
She withdrew massive amounts of money to pay for medical treatments that were covered by Dad's insurance and shouldn't have cost a cent.
Where's the proof? It won't get past committal unless we can convince a magistrate.
And to be honest, I'm finding it really hard to see exactly what she's done that's so bad.
So she's bought all the stuff that he likes - art, music, things that he enjoyed before the accident.
It's arguable that he'd be spending that money anyway.
It's not her money.
But isn't she entitled to something after giving years of her life to his care? He's completely dependent on her.
It's an abuse of power.
Or is she making a tragic situation a little more bearable for both of them? You're unbelievable.
No.
I'm just asking the same questions a jury will.
The bottom line is she might not have the necessary intention for a conviction.
- Simple.
- Tony Gillies! Save it, Tracey! Terribly sorry.
Bit of a mix-up.
What are you doing? So hard to find good admin staff these days.
Wrong instructing solicitor assigned.
No, I assure you I'm instructing on this.
Uh, no, Ben.
You're not.
- Tracey! - My office, this way, please.
Good.
Excellent.
Give me someone who will actually prosecute.
Don't.
Keep your head down today.
Oh, hey, Lisa, it's me.
Um, you picked up.
Yeah, look, I really need to speak to you.
Can you meet me today for lunch? Please, Lisa, I I miss you and I really want to sort this out.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
One, at the cafe downstairs.
Alright, I'll see you then.
'Bye.
Hey- Hey- Did you and Con sort things out? Yeah.
We had the most incredible make-up sex.
Like, mind-blowing.
Yeah, need to know, Tates.
What did Dad say? Not much.
He wants to be a grandfather.
So will you come home tonight? On the scale of good ideas, that is, like, a minus 10.
Conrad won't mind.
No, Tates.
Enough.
Just forget it.
So where will you stay? With Lisa.
Why are you looking up the Proceeds of Crime Act? Uh, it's for a case.
Ooh, dirty money.
Sounds juicy.
Which case? Um, it's research, actually, for, um Tracey! Sorry about this morning.
We had an unavoidable Domestic emergency.
Yeah.
It won't happen again.
Meeting room.
10 minutes.
A very serious matter has come up.
Sorry.
I was with Tony.
He just pulled me onto this dodgy carer case.
Well, lucky I did all the prep for you.
Should be a breeze from here.
You OK? I regret to inform you that someone from this group and from Groups 4 and 6 will shortly be made redundant.
Why? We have been asked to make cuts to personnel.
Despite my best efforts to convince David otherwise, the decision is irreversible.
I'm very sorry.
That's so unfair.
Life, Tatum, is unfair.
But my position's tenured.
Even so.
No doubt the Quinn leak hasn't helped.
Of course I will be happy to provide a reference for whomever David decides will be leaving us.
She enjoyed that.
This is crap.
I'm not going down for something I didn't do.
Maybe it's all just a beat-up.
Miriam Mansie throwing her weight around.
Keep telling yourself that, Ben.
Someone in this room is still lying, and it isn't me.
Tatum Novak.
Where do I start? Shopping trips during office hours, uses DPP resources for personal matters, including the planning of her wedding.
No respect for authority, not to mention her unsavoury family connections.
I don't think that's especially relevant.
Richard Stirling.
Inappropriate liaisons with a witness - Tina Chang - despite several warnings, used the office as a hotel, as well as a reluctance to review sexual of fence briefs and reports of poor advocacy performance, accepted money from another solicitor to write his indictments.
Would that be Ben McMahon? Lina Badir.
Harbours extreme political views.
Her brother was under investigation by police.
You've been very thorough, Tracey.
Do you have one of those on me? I'm only doing what you asked.
Yes, yes.
Yeah.
Carry on.
Erin O'Shaughnessy.
Sympathised with the defence on the Mervich case, solicited media attention, fundamentally ill-suited to the culture of the DPP and, by all accounts, a liability.
Uh There's more.
I think I get the picture.
So what is your recommendation, then? Who should go? That, David, is your job.
Here's the rest.
I started going through the witness statements and trying to figure out whether or not we've got enough.
I'm sorry about Tony.
You didn't have to say yes.
I want to keep my job, Ben.
So do I.
What's David gonna think when he finds out I've had work taken off me? I'll be first out the door.
Blaming each other's not gonna help.
I don't think she's guilty of anything other than being a bit extravagant.
Do you? Ream'? Well, maybe Tahli's just pissed off that her inheritance is decreasing.
She is the sole benefactor in his will.
What, do you think she's left her job and ï¬own all the way back from London just to save her inheritance? Maybe.
Well, your problem now.
Unbelievable.
A sunbathing penis, a self-proclaimed cannabis whisperer What? The offender cultivated marijuana with a street value of 140 grand.
An assault causing GBH with a tennis racquet.
I am sick of being treated like I am made of glass.
It's so insulting.
Do you know which one of us will go? No.
I'm sure it won't be you.
You're doing good work.
This is doing my head in.
Distract me with the penis, please.
A father, William Clarke, had taken his son and one of his friends to their soccer game.
So he waits in the car for them to finish playing.
Incidentally, he has psoriasis on his genitals.
So the sunlight comes out, he decides to take his doctor's advice, get some vitamin D on the affected area Ew' so he flops it out for some UV goodness and the kid comes back to the car.
Hey presto, Mr Clarke's been charged with committing an act of indecency towards another person.
Your opinion? He seems very contrite in the record of interview.
Most sex offenders are, once they're caught.
Well, he didn't physically harm anyone.
He exposed himself to a child.
Incredibly stupid, yes.
But was it deliberate'? He maintains it was a moment of lapsed judgment, not an act of indecency.
He'll get a conviction, be labelled a sex offender for the rest of his life, unless he can prove that.
What are you thinking? Oh, I'm thinking at least he didn't use sunscreen.
Yes? Sorry to bother you.
I was just wondering if I could ask you a question.
You just did.
Um, why did you take me off the Esther Carr dodgy carer case? Are you questioning my judgment? No, sir, not at all.
It's just that, uh, well, if I'm doing something wrong, I can do better.
You're a good prosecutor and I can learn from you Nothing worse than a brownnoser, son.
Is it just me, or Yeah, it's just you.
Shitting yourself, moneybags? Worried your head's on the chopping block? Look, you like to do things differently around here, and so do I.
That doesn't mean we don't get the job done.
I am nothing like you.
'Bye.
'Bye for now.
Have a nice life.
Uh, hello, Victims Services? I just wanted to check if it's possible to make donations anonymously, in cash, today.
No? Why must all donations be trackable? Wonderful.
That's great.
Thanks for nothing.
Just transparently sucked up to a Crown prosecutor.
Two hours late to work.
Have you ever been truly hated by someone? The entire famiglia de Novak? Tony Gillies won't work with me.
Appeal to his carotid artery.
Buy it some doughnuts.
What would this place be without me, Richard? A grey and lifeless wasteland.
I didn't think you'd actually care if you got fired.
I don't know.
I just I feel like I'm actually doing something.
You know, something important.
What, making a difference? Yeah.
Well, we are.
I don't want to go, either.
Liquid lunch.
Tracey's gone out.
No can do, I'm afraid.
I'm meeting someone.
Who? A friend.
A friend? Right.
Hey.
I don't hate you.
Aw! Trichocereus spachianus.
Generally easy to cultivate and will tolerate extreme sun and heat, but don't much like the cold.
Judge Walker.
I didn't recognise you.
Mr Stirling, you do know that you're not supposed to address a judge by their full name in public environs? In our civilian attire, we are to be afforded anonymity.
You never know who's around.
Of course.
I apol My mistake.
Occasion? Guilt.
Penance.
Forgiveness.
Orchids will brighten even the blackest heart.
Yeah, they are beautiful, but DPP salary, meagre at best.
Well, we can't have that.
Oh, no, no, no, no, you don't have to do that.
Mr Stirling, when will you learn never to challenge a judge? Thank you.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
These are for you.
Oh, I Oh, you're such a wonderful man.
We have a good meeting story.
All great couples have a good meeting story.
I know.
And I look good in lycra.
I thought when I met you that What? Say it.
I've really enjoyed our time together.
But You're too complicated for me.
Can I just explain about Conrad? I have to think about my children.
I promised them stability, and you can't offer that right now.
I can.
I will.
They have to come first.
I know, and I can handle that.
Look, what happened at the flat, none of that was my fault.
We're at different times in our lives.
When you get yourself sorted out, call me, OK? So that's it, then? Just end of story? Don't I get a say in this? I'm sorry.
You've reached Detective Sergeant Andy Campbell.
Please leave your name and number.
These just arrived for you - the medical records from Glenn Carr's treating hospital.
He's one sick man.
Uh Hang on.
Are these all his medical records? They're all from different hospitals.
Well, don't ask me, I'm just the courier.
Why have you subpoenaed them, anyway? Are they relevant? I like to be across everything.
Any news from your Detective Campbell? No.
I'm sure you'll hear soon.
So, we had a call from a consulting physician at Royal North Shore today, and you know what he said? He said they had a visit from a DPP solicitor making inquiries about Esther Carr.
As well you know, we don't send our lawyers out investigating.
I didn't feel I was getting anywhere.
Do you know how many times Dad had sepsis? I'm sure it's stress-induced low immunity.
He knows he's being fleeced.
He's not a fool.
Yes, well, it's just as well it's me and not another prosecutor, who'd have you arrested for impersonating an officer of the court.
Now, the police have told you and now I'm telling you - leave the inquiries to the police! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it.
It was only because nobody would see me, and I retracted anyway.
Inside.
I, um, printed off the additional transaction records.
I'm sorry, am I boring you? Sorry? Uh, what? No.
He's my father.
Can you at least pretend to care? Andy.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck! The other guys said they were yelling at me to hold my fire when she crossed to cover us.
They saw her go.
So you didn't hear them.
So what? It wasn't your fault.
That is bullshit! That is bullshit.
They warned me not to shoot, and I did.
But you didn't hear them.
Maybe I did and I panicked.
I don't know anymore.
Oh, just stop.
Stop this.
Stop this.
I should have waited for backup.
I should have Fuck! No, no, you were being shot at.
It wasn't your fault.
She shouldn't have run into your line of fire.
I have to go.
Go where? I have to see them.
I have to see them.
See who? Say sorry.
No, bad idea.
Really bad idea.
It's completely selfish.
Lina, now! Oh, shit.
What are you doing here? I need to speak to you, Sam.
I can't see you.
Wait, please, please, please, Sam.
There's nothing you can say.
Get away from me! Thanks for coming back.
I'm really tired.
What do you want? I was wrong.
Ll should have supported you.
No.
You were, uh you were right.
I shouldn't have gone.
I don't want to be right.
I want to be with you.
My answer's yes.
Yes to what? I'm damaged goods.
I'm drowning in shit here.
Look at you.
You have everything ahead of you.
No, I don't.
I don't want you to waste your life caring for me.
You deserve better.
I don't care.
I'll take you in pieces.
Let me let me glue you back together.
OK, that was that was terrible.
But it's true.
I don't want to be your pity project.
You're not.
Mrs Campbell.
I'm not changing my name.
And so it begins.
There you go.
Thanks.
So how was your day'? Good, good.
Took some of the new boys in negotiation training.
Sold an Audi R8.
Great.
What about you? Oh, you know, the usual.
I was dealing with this whole sensitive evidence drama.
We tendered these photos of the victim in my case, only the defence kicked up a stink and said it was prejudicial.
It was like, hello, the jury should see how brutal the attack was.
I mean, obviously the probative value of the photos outweighs their prejudicial effect.
Anyway, the judge allowed it, so Who were you working with? Urn, no-one you know.
What? Nothing.
This is nice.
Baby? Yes, baby? I was wondering, now that you're home, whether you and Richard could think about Richard and I nothing.
Could you at least hear me out? I know what you're gonna say.
He didn't do anything wrong.
He's not coming back here, Tatum.
What, never? Fine.
Marinated lamb cutlets, seasoned hamburger with polenta chips and a confit of Gressingham duck.
Oh, everything but the duck.
I can't eat duck.
As you wish, my friend.
And from the bar? Uh, Scotch on ice, thank you.
Oh, don't worry about that.
Dad's plastic.
Yeah, I can't sponge off you all night.
Richard, just relax.
Inheritance is coming my way.
This is my treat.
Thank you, Pa.
Thank you.
Hey, thanks for letting me stay here.
Brother, mi casa, tu casa.
Hello there.
What's your name? Emily.
I was wondering if I could bother you for some room service.
What's going on? The fuse has blown.
We don't have any wire.
Oh, Tracey's gonna love that.
Where's Andy? He's gone up the street to get us some dinner.
Do you want some? I can call him.
Thanks, I ate.
You know, I was thinking, it would be a relief if it was me.
Don't say that.
I don't belong at the DPP.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
And I'm tired of pretending that I do.
I can't hack it.
I've seen blood spilling out of walls.
I've been threatened to the point where I can't sleep.
I'm jumping at shadows.
I can't even sit in court without falling apart.
I'm a paranoid mess.
Look at these.
They don't stop.
They just keep coming and coming.
Every time I get my head around one, Tracey gives me six more.
It gets easier.
Just give it time.
I don't want to end up like Tony Gillies.
But you're so much hotter than Tony.
Hey, you're a good lawyer and you care.
We need you.
Really? Yes.
I'm getting married.
What? Um, Andy Andy asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
Oh, my God! You let me rabbit on about work! Oh Oh, my God! We need Champagne? .
.
to celebrate! Uh David? Uh, Tony Gillies! Yeah! Correct! Oh, yeah.
OK, ready? Tracey, Tracey.
No, no, no.
Tracey, Tracey, Tracey.
Atticus Finch.
Yeah! Yeah! Whoa.
Speaking of Tracey, who do you think's gonna go? Hey, shh, shh! We're here now.
Let's just enjoy it.
No, but seriously, seriously.
What if it's you or me? Don't think about it.
Ice-cream.
Yeah? Look where we are.
You can have anything you want, and you want ice-cream? Vanilla.
The most popular flavour in New Zealand.
New Zealand! What? Don't mess with a classic, man.
OK.
Put that away.
You're obsessed.
Well, it's weird.
Everything you guys do is weird.
Move in with us.
You're good at fixing fuses and I'd feel safer living with a cop.
Maybe not this cop.
Listen to this.
âCare-bound patient Glenn Carr presented to ED with central abdo pain.
âHis carer was given oral antibiotics to treat infected feeding tube.
âSwab revealed Enterococcus faecalis.
â Enters what'? The nurse wrote that it was a bacteria found in human faeces.
Yuck.
Yeah, and then, two days later, at a different hospital, same nurse, âGlenn Carr transferred from ED âwith severe sepsis from infected feeding tube.
âPrevious history of debridement under anaesthetic four times.
â In English? She reckons that when he went to hospital, he got better.
But when he went home, he'd get sick again.
Suss, no? Now, Mr Stirling Mm-hm? In accordance with your duty of disclosure, I wish to hear about this so-called friend.
Well, um The one you ditched Mr McMahon for in his hour of need.
All you need to know, Your Honour, is that I am sworn off women for good.
I mean, seriously - who needs chicks? What has brought you to your new-found enlightenment? Well, Benjamin, I am glad you asked.
Mmm.
See, Tatum told me that I had to be gay, and so I was.
Only then I had sex with a cyclist, and Conrad punched me.
Cyclist is Lisa.
Now Lisa thinks that I'm too hard-basket, Judge Walker thinks that I'm a lying philanthropist and Danny Novak thinks that I'm his bitch.
And once again, to top it all off, I'm homeless.
Dares.
Nuh, forget about it.
It's not gonna happen.
Oww! Hey! Ben! Not funny.
Come on, Ben.
Open the door.
Ben, open the door! Uh not hygienic, no.
In fact, a direct violation of Section 13 of the State Food Act.
Not to mention being an out-and-out indecent exposure summary of fence.
Is there CCTV in here? No, I can't.
it's just a spoon.
it's a late-night delight.
I'm still working.
Who's gonna see you? Mmm, see? it wasn't so bad.
If I get fired, I'm holding you responsible.
Did you use all my conditioner? Darling? Welcome to my world.
Our sunbathing penis.
Despite my initial reservations, the arguments Erin made are spot-on.
We should nolle it.
He's a model citizen and, by all accounts, a loving father, husband who's guilty of bad judgment, not a crime.
Alright.
Cannabis whisperer's been adjourned.
He's on bail.
And the tennis racket GBH I'm negotiating a plea.
Now l want my real work back.
What now'? FIIC.
Fabricated or Induced Illness by Carers.
Munchausen by proxy? Yeah, exactly.
Glenn's infections and symptoms came and went for years.
He'd get taken to theatre, get better, go home, and be back a month later.
Are you sure? It's very rare, and it's usually a parent hurting a child.
Everything points to it.
And besides, Glenn Carr is like a non-verbal child.
A casual nurse linked Glenn's sepsis with human faeces bacteria.
Esther put her own shit on her brother's wounds? Hers or his.
Who knows? That's keeping it in the family.
What about the money? Economic gain as one of the motivators.
And keeping him in hospital gave her the freedom to enjoy his wealth.
When she did go with him, she got a lot of sympathy from medical staff.
I think we've got enough for intentionally causing injury, maybe even GBH.
FIIC is not a crime we can put on an indictment.
But we might be able to make out those injury of fences.
Well, as long as it's based on evidence and not by judgements about Esther's behaviour.
Alright.
Tell the police to go for it.
Good work, Lina.
Thanks.
How's that, um, fella of yours? Mmm.
Well, conscience is a great servant but a terrible master.
Give him time.
He will be the last to forgive himself.
What's that for? You look like shit.
You try not sleeping for three nights in a row.
I keep thinking the coffee-wielding dog-walker is gonna come back.
People kill lawyers, you know? They do! It's got vodka in it, right? Sure.
It's too early to look at bruised necks.
It's too early to think about changing your father's adult nappy.
That poor woman.
Tahli Carr - she's amazing.
Now that Esther has been charged, she's signed up for a whole life of looking after her sick father.
Wonder if she even realises what's ahead of her.
Maybe she's just following her heart.
Maybe.
Excuse me interrupting your gossip session, but there is work to do.
Aggravated sexual assault with a weapon.
Rape - eight defendants, one victim.
A nightclub stabbing, intentionally causing GBH.
Unlawful imprisonment of a 12-year-old girl for the purposes of prostitution I don't want them.
You don't have a choice.
Yes, I do.
Miriam is expecting an answer by the end of the week, so we're gonna have to decide who's going.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
I'm tendering my resignation.
Effective today.
Erin, we're still discussing who's I brought Jimmy Butcher up to the office on the night of the Christmas party.
He told me that I was the one responsible for leaking the memo.
I'm very, very sorry.
Have you lost your mind? You couldn't have confessed! Well, I did.
But it wasn't you! Then who was it? I can't tell you.
Then you're lying.
It was Julie.
Julie leaked the memo.
Julie? But why? She just hates Quinn.
But Jimmy said it was me The night of the Christmas party, Julie saw the file in my bag and she showed it to Jimmy.
Lying prick.
Yeah, he is.
But you had the brief in your bag? But I didn't mean for anyone to see it! Oh, God, Ben.
You kept it quiet all this time! You need to go back in to David and tell him that you're innocent.
No.
It doesn't matter.
What?! It doesn't matter who leaked it.
I still brought Jimmy up here.
I was so drunk I don't even remember doing it.
If it wasn't the memo, it would've been something else.
No, this is bullshit, OK? It's done, Ben.
OK? It was me.
Janet gave me the file.
I took it to the pub the night of the Christmas party.
I don't know how Jimmy saw it.
I didn't give it to him.
But it wasn't Erin.
Is this some kind of joke? No.
The file stayed in my office, Ben.
I saw it.
I'm sorry, Janet.
I made a dummy copy.
I left it on your desk and I took the real one home to work on.
You might wanna refit this place as a confessional.
Whds next - Atticus'? So now that I learn you've both been lying to me for months, who am I supposed to believe? Erin only confessed because she blacked out that night.
Was there anyone else involved? No.
I would suggest you leave.
Do you know what you get when you Google 'David Sinclair'? How I failed to secure justice for Quinn's victims.
How the leaker of the memo has never been found despite a massive police enquiry and how this office is a complete joke run by a bunch of incompetent clowns.
Maybe they're right.
Hey, steady on! Why didn't they just confess when it happened? You knew.
Erin came to me a couple of months ago.
And you kept it from Jesus Christ, Janet! I thought Jimmy Butcher was toying with her, and I told her to sit tight.
As it turns out, I was right.
Your allegiance is to me, not to those gutless solicitors.
I look like a fool! I suppose you knew as well.
No, I didn't, but if you're asking for my vote, I say we keep Erin and lose Ben.
There's no proof that either is directly responsible for the leak.
Sack both of them.
That'd solve our budget cuts problems.
Look, let's not make any rash decisions, OK? We can't lose two from one group anyway.
Punishments aside, we need to close ranks.
Excuse me, David.
Lyndi Quinn is here to see you.
I'd never hated anyone as much as you the day you announced you were going after Nick when you knew he was dying.
I had no choice.
Yes, you did.
You were right to pursue him, David.
My daughter Charlotte found these.
Do what you have to.