Rake (2010) s03e01 Episode Script
Season 3, Episode 1
MICK: For any new inmate, the first day in our small hell is usually the worst, but for Cleaver Greene, every day was worse than the last, and that's how we wanted it.
Cleaver had no shortage of enemies - former Attorney-General Cal McGregor, close mate of the Justice Minister and therefore untouchable.
My right-hand man, Colin Mancusi and me, Mick Corella, who would never forgive that fucking dog for tooling my wife, Kirsty.
And then there was my brother.
Georgie had already done 12 years of a 160-year stretch when I was put away - quadruple murder.
What he did to those fellas even makes me turn white, and I cut a bloke into a dozen little pieces and had him buried under asphalt.
All the other blokes thought we'd be as thick as, but my first day inside was the first day we'd seen each other for 20 years.
It was the first time we'd met since I stole his fiancee, Kirsty Fitzgibbon, from him.
The power of love should never be underestimated.
I figured, after 20 years, Georgie might have got over Kirsty, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
I'm not going to tell you how he killed me, 'cause I'm sensitive like that.
Welcome to the end of days, and abandon all fucking hope, ye who enter here.
(Slicing sound) It is the unanimous finding of this court that the guilty verdict in the case of the Crown and Greene was unsafe.
The trial itself was riddled with untrustworthy witnesses, three of whom have been convicted of perjury as a result.
We find that His Honour erred in both allowing and disallowing certain crucial pieces of evidence to be put and not put before the jury.
Given the totality of these egregious miscarriages in the passage of time, we did not find that a fair and transparent trial could be held.
The conviction is therefore quashed, and the appellant is free to go.
Yes.
I've built up a bit of a hunger and a bit of a thirst.
A man's not a camel.
Harry! I wasn't expecting to see you here.
I just wanted to be one of the first to say that I knew you'd eventually beat this thing, Cleaver.
Oh, mate.
That's very decent of you.
'Cause you always manage to slime your way out of things.
David! Always.
A sweet old man is dead because of you, but it's time to party, isn't it, Cleaver? I told you I'd put an end to you one day.
Malcolm! Malcolm! For the love of Judith Christ, mate, do we have to have this conversation again? Look, it's not that I don't like you.
I do, as a friend, OK? But I'm telling you, for the five billionth time, it's not going to happen.
This is more than just a prison thing.
So you keep saying.
You're my rock.
You're my port in a storm.
You're my soulmate.
I can't be your rock and your port in a storm, mate, 'cause that's just a shipwreck.
I can't help feeling this way.
And I can't help not feeling that way.
I can't help not being sexually attracted to you.
It's nothing personal, mate, it's just.
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it's the way I was built.
I get out in six weeks.
We don't have much time together.
Look, you're tired.
We're all tired.
I can't remember the last good night's sleep I had.
Sorry.
(Bunk springs squeak) Oh, for the love of perpetual motion, will you stop it? Mate, I've been in here 11 months, and I can't think of a single thing worth having a go at myself over.
You've been in here 17 years.
It's only possible because of you.
(Springs squeak slowly) Oh, that's it! I wish I was on laundry detail.
How do you get on laundry detail? Kitchen's not that bad.
I've known fine dining.
I've known eggs that didn't come in powdered form.
I've known meat that came from actual cows.
MALCOLM: So Georgie's got his stuff for breakfast, right? Yes.
Georgie's got his stuff for breakfast.
'I have met them, close of day, coming with vivid faces from counter or desk among grey, 18th-century houses.
' Oh, Patrice! You look .
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happy with yourself today.
Got a new arrival coming.
Oh, yeah? Kirsty's nephew, Connor.
Got done for extortion.
Lovely boy.
Kirsty dotes on him.
Figured I might take him under my wing, look after him.
Kirsty would appreciate that, don't you think? 'Course, mate.
She'll come.
I know she will.
She'll come .
.
see us, see her boys.
'Course she will.
Fuck! Why are you telling me that over breakfast? Where are you going to stay when you get out? I don't know.
My sister's? You'll be a free man.
You've got your whole life waiting for you out there.
I've been in here since I was 18, Cleave.
I've got no life outside.
You're going to have to start one.
Who's going to give me a job? I murdered my dad.
Who beat your mum to death.
Yeah? That's not the way the judge saw it.
Oh, I remember old Fitzie.
Crazy old fucker.
Can we get a bit of volume? NEWSREADER: Justice Kieran Webster was sentenced to six years for perjury and corruption Fuck! .
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in relation to the now-infamous Cadamaya land deal.
Another one.
The former judge was a close friend of former Labor Party power broker and Planning Minister, Vince McCarthy.
Vincie! .
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and former Gaming Minister, Paul Fennely Hey, Pauly! .
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who are both serving eight years for their role in the Cadamaya scandal.
Sentences are expected to be passed on five others later this week.
No, no, it's OK.
(Whispers) Oh, really? What about Stein? He's a bloody silk.
I thought he was Shit! GEORGE: All rise.
Be seated.
This is a very serious matter that could affect the cohesion of our community.
I'd like to thank my fellow judges for making themselves available at such short notice.
The court would also like to send its best wishes for a speedy recovery to Mr Stein QC, who somehow lost a fucking ear last night.
Mr Greene will appear in his place.
Let's hear the charges.
Today, Your Lordship and Your Honours sit to oversee a charge against our friend Tonto here, of, quote, 'Trying to slip one up Paddo while they were on laundry detail,' unquote.
My friends of the jury, you all know Tonto.
This is his fourth stretch for B and E.
Never copped a plea.
Never took a lesser charge.
Never, ever grassed - a thief whose honour is beyond dispute.
What happened in the laundry was an easily explained accident.
Gentlemen, there is no way that I will dispute the honour of a good thief.
I know I am many things, but I am not a hypocrite.
This case is not about B and E, my friends, it is about B and D.
Objection.
It's a fucking good line.
I'm going to allow it.
Despite my friend's submission, Your Lordship cannot possibly accept a slipped-in-the-shower defence for the simple reason the offence did not occur in the shower, it occurred in the laundry.
Your Lordship, the slipped-in-the-shower defence is honoured in every wing of every jurisdiction in the land, not just literally but in its clearly intended spirit.
I find that a very broad interpretation, Mr Greene.
Absolutely, yes - fucking broad.
My Lord, we all know what is meant by 'slipped in the shower'.
It means that the incident was an accident.
It's an allegory, a conceit.
Your Lordship, whatever the currency or plausibility of the expression may be, it derived from the fact that when people in showers slip, they are naked.
People on laundry detail are not naked.
This was an attack on Paddo.
I am reliably instructed that Paddo, in what may have been an innocent bout of rambunctiousness, flung a bucket of water over my client and himself, rendering them both sodden.
My client was the sodden one, Cleaver.
My client and Paddo, in this brutal winter period, were forced to remove their moistened clothes in order to put on dry ones.
The floor in the meantime, having become moist and slippery, was a water trap.
My client slipped, instinctively grabbing Paddo's shoulders to break his fall.
My client has absolutely no form in this area, whereas we all know Paddo's reputation for receiving swollen goods.
Yes.
Well, I reckon he's got you there.
My brethren? Jury? Fair enough.
Case dismissed.
MAN: Out you get, son.
And you, Your Honour.
Oh, fuck.
What? It's Kirsty's nephew, Connor.
That's his sister's boy.
You met him, yeah? Oh, yeah.
He's an annoying little shit.
Oh, Jesus.
Jesus! Kirsty adores him, Cleave.
So what? So? So he knows, Cleave.
He knows about me and Kirsty.
He used to come around the house all the time.
He had a key, for fuck's sake.
There was one night when we were What? Col, you're not still in contact with Kirsty, are you? Oh, mate.
Mate, wouldn't you be, if she was the love of your life? You don't know what it's been like for this last year, not being able to see her face, her smile.
She can't even visit.
If Georgie finds out Well, he didn't kill me.
Why would he, mate? You were just a root.
Just a root, was I? I think if you ask Kirsty, you'll get a slightly different opinion.
Everyone knows you were just a root, mate.
I was intimate with her.
I won her heart.
When Connor busted us, I was painting her toenails.
Oh, fuck.
'Oh, fuck' is right, mate.
CAL: Our Lord said, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
' No-one here is without sin, nor is anyone, for that matter, on God's great earth.
Our salvation will come from acknowledging that sin.
So when was the last time you saw your aunty? In court.
She was there pretty much the whole trial.
She was wearing a blue dress low cut.
Hungry, are you, my boy? Wouldn't mind a burger.
Burger it is, then.
Patrice! (Men shout mockingly) Alright there, Kieran? First shower is a real chuckle, isn't it? You'll be right, Kieran.
You'll be right.
MAN: We're all friends in here, Your Honour! Knock it off, you pricks! MAN: Look at the size of that! He's pissed himself! Oh, come on, fellas.
Give the poor bastard a break.
I said, knock it off! Kieran! MAN: Whoa! (Laughter) PRESENTER: Audition time on Aussies Gotta Sing.
Your spirits will fly.
They may touch your heart.
Hey, pretty boy! (Wolf-whistle) But which one has what it takes to make it to the next round of Aussies Gotta Sing? What's up, mate? Slipped in the shower.
You what? I slipped in the shower.
You slipped in the shower with someone else? What? I knew you'd find someone better than me.
No! I didn't slip 'in the shower'.
I slipped in the shower on some soap.
(Men whistle) Not fucking funny! Oh, mate.
Mate, come here.
Come here.
What? What are you doing? Here.
Malcolm! Watch your head.
I told you, this is not going to happen.
Relax, Cleave! I know what I'm doing.
Oh, my God.
Malcolm! Just relax.
(Pants) There may be a problem here.
L5, S1.
This could be a prolapse.
(Crunch) Oh, God! MAN: How does that feel, Cleave? Is it in? Shut up, you fucking dogs! (Men laugh) Just relax.
Just breathe in and breathe out.
(Crack) (Men laugh) How's that? Is that better, mate? Where did you learn to do that? I spent the first seven years in this cell with an osteopath.
Wow.
Walter Bell.
He strangled his wife to death with a necktie, which was strange, 'cause he had such big, strong hands.
Maybe this is what you should be doing when you get out - massage.
I've been thinking, Cleave - maybe I should stay.
It's the only way that makes any sense for us.
What do you mean, 'us'? And what are you talking about - extend your stay? It's not a hotel, mate.
Not a good one.
Average at best, by Sydney standards.
Come on, mate.
You should never have been in here in the first place.
You wouldn't have been if I'd defended you.
I know, mate.
I know.
Mal.
You've got every right to think of the world beyond these walls as a stinking pit of despair and injustice, and, to a certain extent, it is.
But there is also happiness out there, mate.
I've spotted it on at least three separate occasions.
You will find it, but you're going to need to have a little faith in yourself, and you're going to have to have some courage.
Oh, fuck! I want to sing, Cleave.
That's what I want to do.
Oh, Jesus.
I've never told another living soul, but I want to sing.
Why didn't you just burst into song instead of shoving your tongue down my throat? I just never thought anyone would ever listen.
Mate .
.
I'll listen.
People will listen, as long as you make the effort to be heard.
OK? Live the dream.
(Buzzer) Live the dream, my friend.
(Knock at door) MAN: Visitor, Cleave.
Are you carrying, Fergie? Chocky, nuts? Sorry, Cleave.
Aunty Kirsty sends her love.
Are you seeing her today? Nah.
There's been a bit of a mix-up.
You and me should talk, son.
Who are you seeing? Don't know.
You don't know? Kirsty's coming.
She's bringing some bloke who's going to pretend to be my mate, so Georgie doesn't find out.
Oh, mate.
Cleave, I get to see her, mate! Do me a favour - wait here, let me go in first.
I don't want her freaking out.
George.
So good to see you, Kirsty.
Please, have a seat.
Yeah.
Well, I'm actually just here to see Connor.
You look wonderful.
The years have been very kind.
Connor sends his love.
He's OK? Oh, he's fine, yeah, yeah.
He just got his times mixed up.
Asked me to see you instead.
Yeah, well Shame about Mick, but, well, given he's no longer with us George, it's been 20 years.
Love is neither bordered nor bound by time, Kirsty.
George, please.
Where are you going? You don't really expect I've been waiting for this day for 20 years.
You've been wasting your fucking time.
I want to see Connor.
There's someone else again, isn't there? Goodbye, George.
Is there someone else?! It's not still him, is it? It can't still be him! No, Georgie, it's not still me, is it, Kirsty? No, it's not still him.
Then who is it? Talk to me, mate.
His blood will be mine! Jesus! Oh, yes.
It's all good panto in here.
What's the matter with you? Why are you limping? I slipped in the shower.
Oh, Cleaver! What is wrong with everybody? I slipped in the shower, OK? On some soap.
Mm-hmm.
So, ah, I read the appeal books.
That looks pretty good.
Yeah, but we still don't have a date.
I thought they're supposed to know by the end of the month? There's been some sort of backlog, apparently.
Barney and I are worried that they might be waiting for the right combination.
Of what? Of judges.
So by 'the right combination' you mean, 'the wrong combination.
' Hartford, Styles and Menzies is what I'm hearing.
Hartford, Styles and Menzies? Oh, Jesus.
That's not a fucking appeals, that's an inquisition.
We're not sure yet.
OK? What about Bill Dempsey? He'd be fair.
I set him up with a couple of weathergirls one time.
He's suddenly on sabbatical in Cambridge.
You're joking? And I believe that Charlotte Georges is in the frame for the vacancy on the High Court.
They'd put Charlotte Georges on the High Court to keep me in prison? They'd make her queen if it kept you in prison for another 13 years.
Oh, my God.
I brought you in some food.
Did you get the duck? I've been dreaming about duck.
I can't bring you in meat, you know that.
Just bring it in, goddammit! Georgie gets lobsters flown in from Fiji.
He's got Patrice from La Belle Epoque working as his personal chef.
The arsonist? He's not an Well, it was his own restaurant, and it's the only bloody thing he's burned in his life.
Come on - what did you get? Rice, muesli, Vegemite and water crackers.
So nothing that had parents? GEORGE: What?! Hey, Georgie.
I believe it's your birthday.
Many happy returns, mate.
You know when you're having a really fucking crook day, and then you get a blinding headache, but there's a part of you that's sort of grateful for the pain because, well, you can't worry about anything else? Strangely liberating.
Well, I was at that point of liberation, you walking sack of shit, when you knocked on my door.
You've got to know I've wanted to kill you since the day you got here.
Funny thing is I've enjoyed the anticipation of killing you so much, I haven't been able to get around to doing it.
There's something I think you should know about Kirsty.
You know I've spent a lot of time with her over the years.
So, you know, we got to be pretty close.
The truth is, and she's mentioned this to me more than once, she's always regretted leaving you for Mick.
Biggest mistake of her life, she calls it.
Oh, bullshit! Mate, she's just so fucking terrified of hurting you again.
That's why she seems so, I don't know, distant.
She could never hurt me! I think I might be able to put in a word, get her to visit again.
I'm having a bit of a birthday dinner tonight.
You might want to join us.
Yeah.
That'd be great.
Nice work.
I think I might have underestimated you, Col.
Maybe we should start talking about a deal, hey? What are you doing, mate? It's fine.
They just needed a little trimming.
Are you serious? It may have got a little bit out of control.
But I was just You've got to understand, I'm going insane with hunger here.
I just trimmed off a little sliver, just for a taste, and then it looked kind of weird against the other ones, and so I sort of evened them up.
Then the knife slipped on the third one.
I mean, fuck, he's got four anyway.
Yeah, but he ordered 20oz rumps.
It's his birthday! I don't know.
Tell him they're eye fillets.
It's a better cut anyway.
He'll never know.
I didn't order eye fillet.
I ordered rump.
This is disfigured rump, which is exactly what you're about to be.
We just delivered what we got, mate.
Bullshit! Patrice, is that what you ordered? No.
I've already given you one life, Cleaver.
I don't recall giving anyone a second.
This is my birthday.
Many happy returns.
And someone has swiped my dinner! Mate, it wasn't me, honestly! I swear, I'm basically a vegan these days.
I'm treating this whole prison thing as a state-sanctioned detox.
GEORGE: It was on your watch.
If it wasn't you, then who was it? No idea, mate, yeah.
There's only one prick who'd have the balls, because he knows I can't touch him, because the fucking Justice Minister is his daughter's godfather.
Was it Cal? You know Cal.
Was it him? Yeah.
Yeah, it could be.
All I can say is, that's how they were when we found them.
Do you want me to sort him out for you, Georgie? Yes.
You up for it, Col? You are with me, aren't you, mate? Yeah, of course, Georgie.
Oh, no.
No! (Kicks stool) So you think you can put one over on Georgie? Oh, no, mate! Fucking dog! And on his fucking birthday too, eh? What do you want, Connor? Georgie said I should come join the party.
Cleaver, get out.
Get the fuck out, you dog.
Hold on, mate.
I've been thinking about your offer, and I think you might need to make it a little better now, eh? Cleaver! (Organ plays hymn) Cleaver, good to see you.
Roachie? The music's a little bit too loud.
I love a good fugue.
They can be a little baroque sometimes, don't you reckon? After you.
Thank you, Watto.
Just wait outside for me, please.
Mm.
So, how are you travelling? Well, it's a long and winding road, Cal.
That has led you to my door.
I hear Georgie gave you a bit of a skinning.
What can I do for you, mate? Past few days, Georgie's been giving me a bit of the stink eye.
How can you tell? I can tell.
The man's a rageoholic.
Now, as you will have observed, over the course of last year, Georgie and I have reached a gentlemen's agreement, and managed to leave each other in peace and get on managing our own affairs.
I am aware.
I wouldn't want to see anything threaten that agreement.
It wouldn't be in anyone's best interest, not with my parole hearing coming up.
The Parole Board does love a little bit of repentance.
Good thing I wrote that in the guidelines, eh? (Laughs) So, what I want to hear from you is if that psycho is making some sort of move on me.
I wouldn't know, Cal.
Your appeal is coming up soon, isn't it? I could get in touch with my former colleague and very, very, good mate, the Justice Minister, and see what he could do.
I could call him and make sure you get royally screwed, maybe even an extended sentence, get you sent to Goulburn.
Supermax! The rest of your sentence would just crawl by then.
Why would Georgie tell me anything? I don't know, mate.
That's your problem.
Oh, Cleaver .
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I have two porterhouses in the freezer.
If they are so much as slightly seasoned, you will never see the light of day again, I swear to my maker.
Gents.
God bless.
Is he OK? Couldn't be better, mate.
Oh, yes.
Swimming in stink eye.
Kieran! Mate, what did you do? What do you mean? Georgie Corella.
Georgie Corella? Don't look him in the eyes! No, don't look down.
Just act normal.
Normal.
Normal! Yeah.
Word is he's got the serious shits with you.
You must have said or done something.
Cleaver, I don't have a clue what you're talking about.
I never speak to the man.
Once Georgie gets an idea in his head, that's it.
You must have seen the way he was giving you the stink eye then.
Me? Good luck, mate.
Cleaver! Help me! Please, I beg you.
Alright.
Just I tell you what I'm going to do.
I'm going to talk to Georgie for you.
He and I go back.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Watch your back, mate.
(Knocks) What was all that about? What was all what about? You and His Holiness.
A man with an appeal coming up would do just about anything to make sure that appeal goes the right way, won't he? Cal's going to make a move against me with the Minister.
What's he offering you? Nothing.
I don't think he's going to make a move against you, Georgie.
You're not going to make a move against him, are you? You're a funny bugger sometimes.
I'll give you that, Cleave.
Listen.
Mal, now, whatever I say, just back me up, OK? Always.
You know that.
OK.
Don't touch! Don't do that.
So, Kieran, I think I've managed to talk Georgie down for the time being.
The problem with Georgie is he has wild mood swings.
Did he say what it was I did? That you gave him the stink eye.
How could I give him the stink eye? I don't know.
I haven't stopped crying since I came here.
I don't know.
Now listen.
This is Malcolm.
He's a mate of mine.
He's been in here 17 years.
Nobody fucks with Malcolm, OK? He's going to be your shadow for a while when we're out of the cells.
I'll have your back, mate.
So to speak.
If Georgie does have one of his mood swings, he'll think twice if you've got Malcolm by your side.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Thank you, Malcolm.
No, that's fine, mate.
That's fine.
You two are going to get on like a house on fire.
The conversations! You do both like a show tune.
You're partial to a bit of Puccini, aren't you, Kieran? I don't know what to say.
If there's anything I can do No, it's fine.
Fine.
Actually, now that you mention it Could we just have a moment? Thanks, Mal.
Um .
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my appeal is coming up in a couple of months and I did hear that they were thinking about Hartford, Styles and Menzies.
Oh, Christ.
Yes.
That was my reaction.
What could I do from in here? Well, you're thick with the Chief, aren't you? Yes, but maybe not so much now.
Yes.
It's going to be his choice who's sitting, isn't it? Come on.
Come on, mate.
Don't get all doe-eyed on me.
You were done for perjury and corruption.
OK, fine.
If you don't want to help No, no.
Cleaver! How can I get a message to him? I can't call him.
Well, is Margaret coming to visit anytime soon? Yes, tomorrow.
Well, there we are.
Trust me, mate, this is how things get done in here.
We look after each other, OK? So have you been to the actual opera? How's uni? Fine.
And Tara, all good there? Yeah, yeah.
We're thinking of going away together.
Just to Bali.
Just to Bali.
Ah, beautiful.
Remember when we went to Bali? Of course.
Yes.
Your mother told me she could ride a moped.
She lied.
How's Roger? He's fine.
Is he? Yeah.
He sends his best.
Does he? Send him mine.
Come on, mate.
Something must have happened out there.
It's been two months.
You know, have you had your first bong yet? Are you doing any nude work with Tara that I need to know about? Nope.
No? Just studying, then off to Bali.
Right.
Look, guys - I get it.
It's awkward.
I have mentioned previously, I don't want you coming here if you're doing it out of a sense of obligation.
It doesn't do any of us We like coming.
I used to have to visit clients here.
Nobody likes coming here, alright? I'm settled and I'm coping.
Let's just skip the next visit, and I'll see you at the appeal.
Are you sure you think the appeal is a good idea? What do you mean? I've read these studies, and a lot of people in your situation can find the loss of an appeal more devastating than the initial conviction because they get a fresh taste of freedom, and then they have to learn to forget it again.
Look, I'm feeling very bullish about the appeal.
You saw what a joke my trial was.
Scarlet thinks there's a problem.
Scarlet always thinks there's a fucking problem! It's the curse of her people.
Cleave Look, the appeal will be fine.
Just a little finessing of the bench, and off we go.
Finessing of the bench? What I do best.
Come on, team! A bit of faith, please.
I'll see you at the appeal.
(Prisoners laugh) (Whistle blows) (Punching, screaming) I've got to go to the loo.
Why are you telling me that? I don't want you to worry.
Night, Kieran.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Night, mate.
Sleep tight.
He seems like a good bloke.
Yeah.
It's funny, isn't it? He's scared to be here, I'm scared to be leaving.
You won't know yourself, Mal.
That's just it, Cleave - I won't know myself.
I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do.
For fuck's sake, grow up and stop being this whiny little fucking child! You're getting the one thing every man in here wants - your freedom.
The way it looks at the moment, I'm going to be in here for another 13 years.
I'm sorry, mate.
(Alarm bell) GUARD: Get out of the way! Move! I have no idea what happened in there.
I barely knew Connor.
There was no interaction between us.
It was movie night, but you don't have to watch it.
You can come and go as you please.
It's not like Supermax.
Did the watch the whole movie? Fuck, yeah.
It was a ripper.
Indeed.
I sat through the whole thing.
Poor Connor.
He was a good boy.
Lord, let us commend the spirit of our friend, Connor Fitzgibbon, into your loving embrace.
May you hold him and keep him.
So you went for a piss about halfway through? Yeah.
And then? Then I saw the stairs going up to the court.
At least that's what we call Georgie's compound.
And then I saw a shadow.
I thought it must be Connor.
It was.
I climbed up the stairs and I picked up whatever I could find - a chair.
I just ran at him with it.
So you're saying you killed him? Yeah.
Why? Well, he was rude.
I don't like rude people.
You did not kill Connor.
I know you didn't.
Yeah, I did.
No, you didn't.
Why? I told you, he was rude.
No, mate.
You're not a killer.
You know I am, Cleave.
Malcolm, this is just about you trying to find a way to stay in this cesspit, isn't it? I'm prepared to do whatever time the state sees fit.
Have you given any thought to the fact that the state, in its infinite wisdom, might not want to send you back to our cosy little hacienda here? They might want to send you off to Supermax.
Did that occur to you? Yeah.
Why would they do that? It's just another murder.
No, it's not.
You have confessed to the brutal killing of someone.
They're going to decide that you're too dangerous for this place, and they're going to send you to fucking Goulburn, if you make it to trial alive.
Maybe I made a mistake.
Do you reckon? What have you come as? What have you come as? Did you think it was fancy dress today? Yeah? Come on, baby! Put some skin on me, baby.
What kind of a mid-life crisis are we looking at here? It's not like you're about to appear on the cover of Harper's anytime soon.
Really? And I can go home and get changed.
Can you? Maybe you should, before you come in here.
It was Sports Day at the school, mate.
So you decided to wear a shirt saying, 'fo' yo mama' to your children's Sports Day at that school? How did that go down? What's wrong? It's not like it's 'mofo'.
It is basically 'mofo.
' No, no.
It's 'fo yo mama' - 'for your mother'.
'For your mother'? What's wrong with that? It's sweet, isn't it? I don't know, baby.
You'd better ask your homies.
Mate, Malcolm bashed his father to death with a phone.
Yeah, but he didn't kill Connor.
I'm not saying he did or didn't - I'm just saying he's currently serving a sentence for a violent murder.
He's admitted to committing another violent murder, and he's given the police a credible motive.
He's just shit-scared about getting out of here.
He's never known any other life.
Come on, Barnyard.
Hello! Is there a lawyer in there somewhere? I'm talking about the evidence.
He's screwed, mate.
Mr Greene will no doubt tell you what a good bloke Mal is.
We all like him.
That's what makes this case so hard.
If we are to let brutal murderers off just because they're good blokes, my friends, that is the first step towards anarchy.
Make no mistake, the defendant in this case is already a convicted murderer.
A convicted murderer.
The truth is, Malcolm did what he did because he watched his father torture his mother for 18 years.
He did what he did because his father beat his mother to death with a lamp.
His father was acquitted.
Malcolm had no representation when he spoke to the cops, and he met his counsel 15 minutes before the trial kicked off.
So my friend's attempt to characterise the murders of the deceased and Malcolm's father as identical in nature is patently absurd.
Malcolm had no quarrel with Connor, none whatsoever.
There is someone, though, who did.
You're calling me? You're not that fucking stupid.
You call me, you're a dead man.
What happened, Col? Come on, the truth.
Mal doesn't deserve to be cut, and he doesn't deserve to spend the rest of his life in Goulburn.
What happened? I had to move fast.
I had no choice.
He was going to sell me down the river, mate.
So who did it? Griffo.
Griffo.
Double lifer.
Yeah, so it's no skin off his nose.
I'll be giving him mum 25 grand for the rest of her life just to keep him sweet, Will he take the rap? Yeah, if I give him the word.
I'd like to call Griffo, Your Lordship.
Griffo.
Cleave.
Did you do it, mate? Yeah.
Prepared to tell the cops? Yeah.
Well, I reckon that just about does it, eh? If only the wheels of justice would turn this efficiently in the outside world.
Get off me.
Not in front of the boys.
You came.
Yeah.
A girl can only withstand so much.
Sorry about Connor.
Oh, well, yeah.
It's a tragedy.
But at least you've got a friend in here in Col.
Col? Georgie? You'll never know loyalty like his.
Trust me.
Of course I do.
Yeah, fine.
I understand.
Right.
Sorry, Cleave.
The Chief said it was a no-go.
Too hot.
How can it be too hot? They're all judges, aren't they? It's not like I'm asking them to put a crack dealer on the bench.
I just want it to be fair.
Hartford by himself, fine.
But Hartford, Menzies and Styles, are you fucking kidding me? Styles gave evidence against me.
Yeah, there you go.
Fucking hypocrite.
Hello, stranger.
I thought you weren't going to be back for a couple of months.
Just a quick press junket.
Oh, yeah.
So is it all done now? Almost.
Potsy happy? Richie.
Richie.
What was the budget again? So how's the appeal coming? You know I can afford a truckload of silks.
No, no, Barney and Scarlet are handling it.
That's as it should be.
I had a drink with your archenemy last night.
I've gathered so many over recent years.
David.
David, of the Harry-sorry clan? Mm.
Sad family.
A bit of inbreeding there, I think.
Have you noticed how his eyes don't quite line up? Do you want to have a conversation or deflect one? At least you seem free to talk, so that's a good thing.
Everybody else is so fucking stilted.
I did a quick mental calculation the other day.
I added up all the crimes I actually have committed, as opposed to this one, that I didn't commit.
In terms of sentencing, it sort of balances out, you know what I mean? So what I was thinking was, if the appeal doesn't get up, I really don't want you coming here.
Yeah.
Yeah, right.
I'm serious.
What? You don't want visitors? No, I don't want you visiting me.
You remind me of freedom, and I don't want to have to learn to forget it every time I see you.
Do you understand what I mean? Come on, mate.
I thought you had to be married to get one of these.
I have friends.
Anyway, in my heart, we've always been married.
(Squeaking springs) Your trial was a bloody travesty, Cleaver.
I know.
I'd be having the DPP look into this if he wasn't one of the main culprits.
I'm still screwed, aren't I? It's basically Styles.
Whatever way he goes, he's going to bully the other two.
That's how it usually happens.
Why did you call him a hypocrite? What? The other day.
You said Styles was a hypocrite.
There may be a way around this.
What? You know this Cadamaya bullshit? It's bullshit because you got busted.
It's nothing.
What do you mean, it's nothing? There's another deal.
It's out there as we speak, and it's about fifty times bigger and more rotten than Cadamaya.
What is it? Bearbung, Cleaver.
Bearbung.
Bearbung? Talk to me, Kieran.
MAN: Good luck with the appeal, Cleaver! Right, can the prick actually sing? (Audience laughs) Oh (Exclaims) I need you to be au fait with my new business model.
I'm thinking I may not go back to work ever.
(Speaks foreign language) My old life, I want it back.
SCARLET: Given the bench, I wouldn't hope for too much.
Rubbish.
Rubbish! Rubbish!
Cleaver had no shortage of enemies - former Attorney-General Cal McGregor, close mate of the Justice Minister and therefore untouchable.
My right-hand man, Colin Mancusi and me, Mick Corella, who would never forgive that fucking dog for tooling my wife, Kirsty.
And then there was my brother.
Georgie had already done 12 years of a 160-year stretch when I was put away - quadruple murder.
What he did to those fellas even makes me turn white, and I cut a bloke into a dozen little pieces and had him buried under asphalt.
All the other blokes thought we'd be as thick as, but my first day inside was the first day we'd seen each other for 20 years.
It was the first time we'd met since I stole his fiancee, Kirsty Fitzgibbon, from him.
The power of love should never be underestimated.
I figured, after 20 years, Georgie might have got over Kirsty, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
I'm not going to tell you how he killed me, 'cause I'm sensitive like that.
Welcome to the end of days, and abandon all fucking hope, ye who enter here.
(Slicing sound) It is the unanimous finding of this court that the guilty verdict in the case of the Crown and Greene was unsafe.
The trial itself was riddled with untrustworthy witnesses, three of whom have been convicted of perjury as a result.
We find that His Honour erred in both allowing and disallowing certain crucial pieces of evidence to be put and not put before the jury.
Given the totality of these egregious miscarriages in the passage of time, we did not find that a fair and transparent trial could be held.
The conviction is therefore quashed, and the appellant is free to go.
Yes.
I've built up a bit of a hunger and a bit of a thirst.
A man's not a camel.
Harry! I wasn't expecting to see you here.
I just wanted to be one of the first to say that I knew you'd eventually beat this thing, Cleaver.
Oh, mate.
That's very decent of you.
'Cause you always manage to slime your way out of things.
David! Always.
A sweet old man is dead because of you, but it's time to party, isn't it, Cleaver? I told you I'd put an end to you one day.
Malcolm! Malcolm! For the love of Judith Christ, mate, do we have to have this conversation again? Look, it's not that I don't like you.
I do, as a friend, OK? But I'm telling you, for the five billionth time, it's not going to happen.
This is more than just a prison thing.
So you keep saying.
You're my rock.
You're my port in a storm.
You're my soulmate.
I can't be your rock and your port in a storm, mate, 'cause that's just a shipwreck.
I can't help feeling this way.
And I can't help not feeling that way.
I can't help not being sexually attracted to you.
It's nothing personal, mate, it's just.
.
it's the way I was built.
I get out in six weeks.
We don't have much time together.
Look, you're tired.
We're all tired.
I can't remember the last good night's sleep I had.
Sorry.
(Bunk springs squeak) Oh, for the love of perpetual motion, will you stop it? Mate, I've been in here 11 months, and I can't think of a single thing worth having a go at myself over.
You've been in here 17 years.
It's only possible because of you.
(Springs squeak slowly) Oh, that's it! I wish I was on laundry detail.
How do you get on laundry detail? Kitchen's not that bad.
I've known fine dining.
I've known eggs that didn't come in powdered form.
I've known meat that came from actual cows.
MALCOLM: So Georgie's got his stuff for breakfast, right? Yes.
Georgie's got his stuff for breakfast.
'I have met them, close of day, coming with vivid faces from counter or desk among grey, 18th-century houses.
' Oh, Patrice! You look .
.
happy with yourself today.
Got a new arrival coming.
Oh, yeah? Kirsty's nephew, Connor.
Got done for extortion.
Lovely boy.
Kirsty dotes on him.
Figured I might take him under my wing, look after him.
Kirsty would appreciate that, don't you think? 'Course, mate.
She'll come.
I know she will.
She'll come .
.
see us, see her boys.
'Course she will.
Fuck! Why are you telling me that over breakfast? Where are you going to stay when you get out? I don't know.
My sister's? You'll be a free man.
You've got your whole life waiting for you out there.
I've been in here since I was 18, Cleave.
I've got no life outside.
You're going to have to start one.
Who's going to give me a job? I murdered my dad.
Who beat your mum to death.
Yeah? That's not the way the judge saw it.
Oh, I remember old Fitzie.
Crazy old fucker.
Can we get a bit of volume? NEWSREADER: Justice Kieran Webster was sentenced to six years for perjury and corruption Fuck! .
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in relation to the now-infamous Cadamaya land deal.
Another one.
The former judge was a close friend of former Labor Party power broker and Planning Minister, Vince McCarthy.
Vincie! .
.
and former Gaming Minister, Paul Fennely Hey, Pauly! .
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who are both serving eight years for their role in the Cadamaya scandal.
Sentences are expected to be passed on five others later this week.
No, no, it's OK.
(Whispers) Oh, really? What about Stein? He's a bloody silk.
I thought he was Shit! GEORGE: All rise.
Be seated.
This is a very serious matter that could affect the cohesion of our community.
I'd like to thank my fellow judges for making themselves available at such short notice.
The court would also like to send its best wishes for a speedy recovery to Mr Stein QC, who somehow lost a fucking ear last night.
Mr Greene will appear in his place.
Let's hear the charges.
Today, Your Lordship and Your Honours sit to oversee a charge against our friend Tonto here, of, quote, 'Trying to slip one up Paddo while they were on laundry detail,' unquote.
My friends of the jury, you all know Tonto.
This is his fourth stretch for B and E.
Never copped a plea.
Never took a lesser charge.
Never, ever grassed - a thief whose honour is beyond dispute.
What happened in the laundry was an easily explained accident.
Gentlemen, there is no way that I will dispute the honour of a good thief.
I know I am many things, but I am not a hypocrite.
This case is not about B and E, my friends, it is about B and D.
Objection.
It's a fucking good line.
I'm going to allow it.
Despite my friend's submission, Your Lordship cannot possibly accept a slipped-in-the-shower defence for the simple reason the offence did not occur in the shower, it occurred in the laundry.
Your Lordship, the slipped-in-the-shower defence is honoured in every wing of every jurisdiction in the land, not just literally but in its clearly intended spirit.
I find that a very broad interpretation, Mr Greene.
Absolutely, yes - fucking broad.
My Lord, we all know what is meant by 'slipped in the shower'.
It means that the incident was an accident.
It's an allegory, a conceit.
Your Lordship, whatever the currency or plausibility of the expression may be, it derived from the fact that when people in showers slip, they are naked.
People on laundry detail are not naked.
This was an attack on Paddo.
I am reliably instructed that Paddo, in what may have been an innocent bout of rambunctiousness, flung a bucket of water over my client and himself, rendering them both sodden.
My client was the sodden one, Cleaver.
My client and Paddo, in this brutal winter period, were forced to remove their moistened clothes in order to put on dry ones.
The floor in the meantime, having become moist and slippery, was a water trap.
My client slipped, instinctively grabbing Paddo's shoulders to break his fall.
My client has absolutely no form in this area, whereas we all know Paddo's reputation for receiving swollen goods.
Yes.
Well, I reckon he's got you there.
My brethren? Jury? Fair enough.
Case dismissed.
MAN: Out you get, son.
And you, Your Honour.
Oh, fuck.
What? It's Kirsty's nephew, Connor.
That's his sister's boy.
You met him, yeah? Oh, yeah.
He's an annoying little shit.
Oh, Jesus.
Jesus! Kirsty adores him, Cleave.
So what? So? So he knows, Cleave.
He knows about me and Kirsty.
He used to come around the house all the time.
He had a key, for fuck's sake.
There was one night when we were What? Col, you're not still in contact with Kirsty, are you? Oh, mate.
Mate, wouldn't you be, if she was the love of your life? You don't know what it's been like for this last year, not being able to see her face, her smile.
She can't even visit.
If Georgie finds out Well, he didn't kill me.
Why would he, mate? You were just a root.
Just a root, was I? I think if you ask Kirsty, you'll get a slightly different opinion.
Everyone knows you were just a root, mate.
I was intimate with her.
I won her heart.
When Connor busted us, I was painting her toenails.
Oh, fuck.
'Oh, fuck' is right, mate.
CAL: Our Lord said, 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
' No-one here is without sin, nor is anyone, for that matter, on God's great earth.
Our salvation will come from acknowledging that sin.
So when was the last time you saw your aunty? In court.
She was there pretty much the whole trial.
She was wearing a blue dress low cut.
Hungry, are you, my boy? Wouldn't mind a burger.
Burger it is, then.
Patrice! (Men shout mockingly) Alright there, Kieran? First shower is a real chuckle, isn't it? You'll be right, Kieran.
You'll be right.
MAN: We're all friends in here, Your Honour! Knock it off, you pricks! MAN: Look at the size of that! He's pissed himself! Oh, come on, fellas.
Give the poor bastard a break.
I said, knock it off! Kieran! MAN: Whoa! (Laughter) PRESENTER: Audition time on Aussies Gotta Sing.
Your spirits will fly.
They may touch your heart.
Hey, pretty boy! (Wolf-whistle) But which one has what it takes to make it to the next round of Aussies Gotta Sing? What's up, mate? Slipped in the shower.
You what? I slipped in the shower.
You slipped in the shower with someone else? What? I knew you'd find someone better than me.
No! I didn't slip 'in the shower'.
I slipped in the shower on some soap.
(Men whistle) Not fucking funny! Oh, mate.
Mate, come here.
Come here.
What? What are you doing? Here.
Malcolm! Watch your head.
I told you, this is not going to happen.
Relax, Cleave! I know what I'm doing.
Oh, my God.
Malcolm! Just relax.
(Pants) There may be a problem here.
L5, S1.
This could be a prolapse.
(Crunch) Oh, God! MAN: How does that feel, Cleave? Is it in? Shut up, you fucking dogs! (Men laugh) Just relax.
Just breathe in and breathe out.
(Crack) (Men laugh) How's that? Is that better, mate? Where did you learn to do that? I spent the first seven years in this cell with an osteopath.
Wow.
Walter Bell.
He strangled his wife to death with a necktie, which was strange, 'cause he had such big, strong hands.
Maybe this is what you should be doing when you get out - massage.
I've been thinking, Cleave - maybe I should stay.
It's the only way that makes any sense for us.
What do you mean, 'us'? And what are you talking about - extend your stay? It's not a hotel, mate.
Not a good one.
Average at best, by Sydney standards.
Come on, mate.
You should never have been in here in the first place.
You wouldn't have been if I'd defended you.
I know, mate.
I know.
Mal.
You've got every right to think of the world beyond these walls as a stinking pit of despair and injustice, and, to a certain extent, it is.
But there is also happiness out there, mate.
I've spotted it on at least three separate occasions.
You will find it, but you're going to need to have a little faith in yourself, and you're going to have to have some courage.
Oh, fuck! I want to sing, Cleave.
That's what I want to do.
Oh, Jesus.
I've never told another living soul, but I want to sing.
Why didn't you just burst into song instead of shoving your tongue down my throat? I just never thought anyone would ever listen.
Mate .
.
I'll listen.
People will listen, as long as you make the effort to be heard.
OK? Live the dream.
(Buzzer) Live the dream, my friend.
(Knock at door) MAN: Visitor, Cleave.
Are you carrying, Fergie? Chocky, nuts? Sorry, Cleave.
Aunty Kirsty sends her love.
Are you seeing her today? Nah.
There's been a bit of a mix-up.
You and me should talk, son.
Who are you seeing? Don't know.
You don't know? Kirsty's coming.
She's bringing some bloke who's going to pretend to be my mate, so Georgie doesn't find out.
Oh, mate.
Cleave, I get to see her, mate! Do me a favour - wait here, let me go in first.
I don't want her freaking out.
George.
So good to see you, Kirsty.
Please, have a seat.
Yeah.
Well, I'm actually just here to see Connor.
You look wonderful.
The years have been very kind.
Connor sends his love.
He's OK? Oh, he's fine, yeah, yeah.
He just got his times mixed up.
Asked me to see you instead.
Yeah, well Shame about Mick, but, well, given he's no longer with us George, it's been 20 years.
Love is neither bordered nor bound by time, Kirsty.
George, please.
Where are you going? You don't really expect I've been waiting for this day for 20 years.
You've been wasting your fucking time.
I want to see Connor.
There's someone else again, isn't there? Goodbye, George.
Is there someone else?! It's not still him, is it? It can't still be him! No, Georgie, it's not still me, is it, Kirsty? No, it's not still him.
Then who is it? Talk to me, mate.
His blood will be mine! Jesus! Oh, yes.
It's all good panto in here.
What's the matter with you? Why are you limping? I slipped in the shower.
Oh, Cleaver! What is wrong with everybody? I slipped in the shower, OK? On some soap.
Mm-hmm.
So, ah, I read the appeal books.
That looks pretty good.
Yeah, but we still don't have a date.
I thought they're supposed to know by the end of the month? There's been some sort of backlog, apparently.
Barney and I are worried that they might be waiting for the right combination.
Of what? Of judges.
So by 'the right combination' you mean, 'the wrong combination.
' Hartford, Styles and Menzies is what I'm hearing.
Hartford, Styles and Menzies? Oh, Jesus.
That's not a fucking appeals, that's an inquisition.
We're not sure yet.
OK? What about Bill Dempsey? He'd be fair.
I set him up with a couple of weathergirls one time.
He's suddenly on sabbatical in Cambridge.
You're joking? And I believe that Charlotte Georges is in the frame for the vacancy on the High Court.
They'd put Charlotte Georges on the High Court to keep me in prison? They'd make her queen if it kept you in prison for another 13 years.
Oh, my God.
I brought you in some food.
Did you get the duck? I've been dreaming about duck.
I can't bring you in meat, you know that.
Just bring it in, goddammit! Georgie gets lobsters flown in from Fiji.
He's got Patrice from La Belle Epoque working as his personal chef.
The arsonist? He's not an Well, it was his own restaurant, and it's the only bloody thing he's burned in his life.
Come on - what did you get? Rice, muesli, Vegemite and water crackers.
So nothing that had parents? GEORGE: What?! Hey, Georgie.
I believe it's your birthday.
Many happy returns, mate.
You know when you're having a really fucking crook day, and then you get a blinding headache, but there's a part of you that's sort of grateful for the pain because, well, you can't worry about anything else? Strangely liberating.
Well, I was at that point of liberation, you walking sack of shit, when you knocked on my door.
You've got to know I've wanted to kill you since the day you got here.
Funny thing is I've enjoyed the anticipation of killing you so much, I haven't been able to get around to doing it.
There's something I think you should know about Kirsty.
You know I've spent a lot of time with her over the years.
So, you know, we got to be pretty close.
The truth is, and she's mentioned this to me more than once, she's always regretted leaving you for Mick.
Biggest mistake of her life, she calls it.
Oh, bullshit! Mate, she's just so fucking terrified of hurting you again.
That's why she seems so, I don't know, distant.
She could never hurt me! I think I might be able to put in a word, get her to visit again.
I'm having a bit of a birthday dinner tonight.
You might want to join us.
Yeah.
That'd be great.
Nice work.
I think I might have underestimated you, Col.
Maybe we should start talking about a deal, hey? What are you doing, mate? It's fine.
They just needed a little trimming.
Are you serious? It may have got a little bit out of control.
But I was just You've got to understand, I'm going insane with hunger here.
I just trimmed off a little sliver, just for a taste, and then it looked kind of weird against the other ones, and so I sort of evened them up.
Then the knife slipped on the third one.
I mean, fuck, he's got four anyway.
Yeah, but he ordered 20oz rumps.
It's his birthday! I don't know.
Tell him they're eye fillets.
It's a better cut anyway.
He'll never know.
I didn't order eye fillet.
I ordered rump.
This is disfigured rump, which is exactly what you're about to be.
We just delivered what we got, mate.
Bullshit! Patrice, is that what you ordered? No.
I've already given you one life, Cleaver.
I don't recall giving anyone a second.
This is my birthday.
Many happy returns.
And someone has swiped my dinner! Mate, it wasn't me, honestly! I swear, I'm basically a vegan these days.
I'm treating this whole prison thing as a state-sanctioned detox.
GEORGE: It was on your watch.
If it wasn't you, then who was it? No idea, mate, yeah.
There's only one prick who'd have the balls, because he knows I can't touch him, because the fucking Justice Minister is his daughter's godfather.
Was it Cal? You know Cal.
Was it him? Yeah.
Yeah, it could be.
All I can say is, that's how they were when we found them.
Do you want me to sort him out for you, Georgie? Yes.
You up for it, Col? You are with me, aren't you, mate? Yeah, of course, Georgie.
Oh, no.
No! (Kicks stool) So you think you can put one over on Georgie? Oh, no, mate! Fucking dog! And on his fucking birthday too, eh? What do you want, Connor? Georgie said I should come join the party.
Cleaver, get out.
Get the fuck out, you dog.
Hold on, mate.
I've been thinking about your offer, and I think you might need to make it a little better now, eh? Cleaver! (Organ plays hymn) Cleaver, good to see you.
Roachie? The music's a little bit too loud.
I love a good fugue.
They can be a little baroque sometimes, don't you reckon? After you.
Thank you, Watto.
Just wait outside for me, please.
Mm.
So, how are you travelling? Well, it's a long and winding road, Cal.
That has led you to my door.
I hear Georgie gave you a bit of a skinning.
What can I do for you, mate? Past few days, Georgie's been giving me a bit of the stink eye.
How can you tell? I can tell.
The man's a rageoholic.
Now, as you will have observed, over the course of last year, Georgie and I have reached a gentlemen's agreement, and managed to leave each other in peace and get on managing our own affairs.
I am aware.
I wouldn't want to see anything threaten that agreement.
It wouldn't be in anyone's best interest, not with my parole hearing coming up.
The Parole Board does love a little bit of repentance.
Good thing I wrote that in the guidelines, eh? (Laughs) So, what I want to hear from you is if that psycho is making some sort of move on me.
I wouldn't know, Cal.
Your appeal is coming up soon, isn't it? I could get in touch with my former colleague and very, very, good mate, the Justice Minister, and see what he could do.
I could call him and make sure you get royally screwed, maybe even an extended sentence, get you sent to Goulburn.
Supermax! The rest of your sentence would just crawl by then.
Why would Georgie tell me anything? I don't know, mate.
That's your problem.
Oh, Cleaver .
.
I have two porterhouses in the freezer.
If they are so much as slightly seasoned, you will never see the light of day again, I swear to my maker.
Gents.
God bless.
Is he OK? Couldn't be better, mate.
Oh, yes.
Swimming in stink eye.
Kieran! Mate, what did you do? What do you mean? Georgie Corella.
Georgie Corella? Don't look him in the eyes! No, don't look down.
Just act normal.
Normal.
Normal! Yeah.
Word is he's got the serious shits with you.
You must have said or done something.
Cleaver, I don't have a clue what you're talking about.
I never speak to the man.
Once Georgie gets an idea in his head, that's it.
You must have seen the way he was giving you the stink eye then.
Me? Good luck, mate.
Cleaver! Help me! Please, I beg you.
Alright.
Just I tell you what I'm going to do.
I'm going to talk to Georgie for you.
He and I go back.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Watch your back, mate.
(Knocks) What was all that about? What was all what about? You and His Holiness.
A man with an appeal coming up would do just about anything to make sure that appeal goes the right way, won't he? Cal's going to make a move against me with the Minister.
What's he offering you? Nothing.
I don't think he's going to make a move against you, Georgie.
You're not going to make a move against him, are you? You're a funny bugger sometimes.
I'll give you that, Cleave.
Listen.
Mal, now, whatever I say, just back me up, OK? Always.
You know that.
OK.
Don't touch! Don't do that.
So, Kieran, I think I've managed to talk Georgie down for the time being.
The problem with Georgie is he has wild mood swings.
Did he say what it was I did? That you gave him the stink eye.
How could I give him the stink eye? I don't know.
I haven't stopped crying since I came here.
I don't know.
Now listen.
This is Malcolm.
He's a mate of mine.
He's been in here 17 years.
Nobody fucks with Malcolm, OK? He's going to be your shadow for a while when we're out of the cells.
I'll have your back, mate.
So to speak.
If Georgie does have one of his mood swings, he'll think twice if you've got Malcolm by your side.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Thank you, Malcolm.
No, that's fine, mate.
That's fine.
You two are going to get on like a house on fire.
The conversations! You do both like a show tune.
You're partial to a bit of Puccini, aren't you, Kieran? I don't know what to say.
If there's anything I can do No, it's fine.
Fine.
Actually, now that you mention it Could we just have a moment? Thanks, Mal.
Um .
.
my appeal is coming up in a couple of months and I did hear that they were thinking about Hartford, Styles and Menzies.
Oh, Christ.
Yes.
That was my reaction.
What could I do from in here? Well, you're thick with the Chief, aren't you? Yes, but maybe not so much now.
Yes.
It's going to be his choice who's sitting, isn't it? Come on.
Come on, mate.
Don't get all doe-eyed on me.
You were done for perjury and corruption.
OK, fine.
If you don't want to help No, no.
Cleaver! How can I get a message to him? I can't call him.
Well, is Margaret coming to visit anytime soon? Yes, tomorrow.
Well, there we are.
Trust me, mate, this is how things get done in here.
We look after each other, OK? So have you been to the actual opera? How's uni? Fine.
And Tara, all good there? Yeah, yeah.
We're thinking of going away together.
Just to Bali.
Just to Bali.
Ah, beautiful.
Remember when we went to Bali? Of course.
Yes.
Your mother told me she could ride a moped.
She lied.
How's Roger? He's fine.
Is he? Yeah.
He sends his best.
Does he? Send him mine.
Come on, mate.
Something must have happened out there.
It's been two months.
You know, have you had your first bong yet? Are you doing any nude work with Tara that I need to know about? Nope.
No? Just studying, then off to Bali.
Right.
Look, guys - I get it.
It's awkward.
I have mentioned previously, I don't want you coming here if you're doing it out of a sense of obligation.
It doesn't do any of us We like coming.
I used to have to visit clients here.
Nobody likes coming here, alright? I'm settled and I'm coping.
Let's just skip the next visit, and I'll see you at the appeal.
Are you sure you think the appeal is a good idea? What do you mean? I've read these studies, and a lot of people in your situation can find the loss of an appeal more devastating than the initial conviction because they get a fresh taste of freedom, and then they have to learn to forget it again.
Look, I'm feeling very bullish about the appeal.
You saw what a joke my trial was.
Scarlet thinks there's a problem.
Scarlet always thinks there's a fucking problem! It's the curse of her people.
Cleave Look, the appeal will be fine.
Just a little finessing of the bench, and off we go.
Finessing of the bench? What I do best.
Come on, team! A bit of faith, please.
I'll see you at the appeal.
(Prisoners laugh) (Whistle blows) (Punching, screaming) I've got to go to the loo.
Why are you telling me that? I don't want you to worry.
Night, Kieran.
Thank you, Cleaver.
Night, mate.
Sleep tight.
He seems like a good bloke.
Yeah.
It's funny, isn't it? He's scared to be here, I'm scared to be leaving.
You won't know yourself, Mal.
That's just it, Cleave - I won't know myself.
I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do.
For fuck's sake, grow up and stop being this whiny little fucking child! You're getting the one thing every man in here wants - your freedom.
The way it looks at the moment, I'm going to be in here for another 13 years.
I'm sorry, mate.
(Alarm bell) GUARD: Get out of the way! Move! I have no idea what happened in there.
I barely knew Connor.
There was no interaction between us.
It was movie night, but you don't have to watch it.
You can come and go as you please.
It's not like Supermax.
Did the watch the whole movie? Fuck, yeah.
It was a ripper.
Indeed.
I sat through the whole thing.
Poor Connor.
He was a good boy.
Lord, let us commend the spirit of our friend, Connor Fitzgibbon, into your loving embrace.
May you hold him and keep him.
So you went for a piss about halfway through? Yeah.
And then? Then I saw the stairs going up to the court.
At least that's what we call Georgie's compound.
And then I saw a shadow.
I thought it must be Connor.
It was.
I climbed up the stairs and I picked up whatever I could find - a chair.
I just ran at him with it.
So you're saying you killed him? Yeah.
Why? Well, he was rude.
I don't like rude people.
You did not kill Connor.
I know you didn't.
Yeah, I did.
No, you didn't.
Why? I told you, he was rude.
No, mate.
You're not a killer.
You know I am, Cleave.
Malcolm, this is just about you trying to find a way to stay in this cesspit, isn't it? I'm prepared to do whatever time the state sees fit.
Have you given any thought to the fact that the state, in its infinite wisdom, might not want to send you back to our cosy little hacienda here? They might want to send you off to Supermax.
Did that occur to you? Yeah.
Why would they do that? It's just another murder.
No, it's not.
You have confessed to the brutal killing of someone.
They're going to decide that you're too dangerous for this place, and they're going to send you to fucking Goulburn, if you make it to trial alive.
Maybe I made a mistake.
Do you reckon? What have you come as? What have you come as? Did you think it was fancy dress today? Yeah? Come on, baby! Put some skin on me, baby.
What kind of a mid-life crisis are we looking at here? It's not like you're about to appear on the cover of Harper's anytime soon.
Really? And I can go home and get changed.
Can you? Maybe you should, before you come in here.
It was Sports Day at the school, mate.
So you decided to wear a shirt saying, 'fo' yo mama' to your children's Sports Day at that school? How did that go down? What's wrong? It's not like it's 'mofo'.
It is basically 'mofo.
' No, no.
It's 'fo yo mama' - 'for your mother'.
'For your mother'? What's wrong with that? It's sweet, isn't it? I don't know, baby.
You'd better ask your homies.
Mate, Malcolm bashed his father to death with a phone.
Yeah, but he didn't kill Connor.
I'm not saying he did or didn't - I'm just saying he's currently serving a sentence for a violent murder.
He's admitted to committing another violent murder, and he's given the police a credible motive.
He's just shit-scared about getting out of here.
He's never known any other life.
Come on, Barnyard.
Hello! Is there a lawyer in there somewhere? I'm talking about the evidence.
He's screwed, mate.
Mr Greene will no doubt tell you what a good bloke Mal is.
We all like him.
That's what makes this case so hard.
If we are to let brutal murderers off just because they're good blokes, my friends, that is the first step towards anarchy.
Make no mistake, the defendant in this case is already a convicted murderer.
A convicted murderer.
The truth is, Malcolm did what he did because he watched his father torture his mother for 18 years.
He did what he did because his father beat his mother to death with a lamp.
His father was acquitted.
Malcolm had no representation when he spoke to the cops, and he met his counsel 15 minutes before the trial kicked off.
So my friend's attempt to characterise the murders of the deceased and Malcolm's father as identical in nature is patently absurd.
Malcolm had no quarrel with Connor, none whatsoever.
There is someone, though, who did.
You're calling me? You're not that fucking stupid.
You call me, you're a dead man.
What happened, Col? Come on, the truth.
Mal doesn't deserve to be cut, and he doesn't deserve to spend the rest of his life in Goulburn.
What happened? I had to move fast.
I had no choice.
He was going to sell me down the river, mate.
So who did it? Griffo.
Griffo.
Double lifer.
Yeah, so it's no skin off his nose.
I'll be giving him mum 25 grand for the rest of her life just to keep him sweet, Will he take the rap? Yeah, if I give him the word.
I'd like to call Griffo, Your Lordship.
Griffo.
Cleave.
Did you do it, mate? Yeah.
Prepared to tell the cops? Yeah.
Well, I reckon that just about does it, eh? If only the wheels of justice would turn this efficiently in the outside world.
Get off me.
Not in front of the boys.
You came.
Yeah.
A girl can only withstand so much.
Sorry about Connor.
Oh, well, yeah.
It's a tragedy.
But at least you've got a friend in here in Col.
Col? Georgie? You'll never know loyalty like his.
Trust me.
Of course I do.
Yeah, fine.
I understand.
Right.
Sorry, Cleave.
The Chief said it was a no-go.
Too hot.
How can it be too hot? They're all judges, aren't they? It's not like I'm asking them to put a crack dealer on the bench.
I just want it to be fair.
Hartford by himself, fine.
But Hartford, Menzies and Styles, are you fucking kidding me? Styles gave evidence against me.
Yeah, there you go.
Fucking hypocrite.
Hello, stranger.
I thought you weren't going to be back for a couple of months.
Just a quick press junket.
Oh, yeah.
So is it all done now? Almost.
Potsy happy? Richie.
Richie.
What was the budget again? So how's the appeal coming? You know I can afford a truckload of silks.
No, no, Barney and Scarlet are handling it.
That's as it should be.
I had a drink with your archenemy last night.
I've gathered so many over recent years.
David.
David, of the Harry-sorry clan? Mm.
Sad family.
A bit of inbreeding there, I think.
Have you noticed how his eyes don't quite line up? Do you want to have a conversation or deflect one? At least you seem free to talk, so that's a good thing.
Everybody else is so fucking stilted.
I did a quick mental calculation the other day.
I added up all the crimes I actually have committed, as opposed to this one, that I didn't commit.
In terms of sentencing, it sort of balances out, you know what I mean? So what I was thinking was, if the appeal doesn't get up, I really don't want you coming here.
Yeah.
Yeah, right.
I'm serious.
What? You don't want visitors? No, I don't want you visiting me.
You remind me of freedom, and I don't want to have to learn to forget it every time I see you.
Do you understand what I mean? Come on, mate.
I thought you had to be married to get one of these.
I have friends.
Anyway, in my heart, we've always been married.
(Squeaking springs) Your trial was a bloody travesty, Cleaver.
I know.
I'd be having the DPP look into this if he wasn't one of the main culprits.
I'm still screwed, aren't I? It's basically Styles.
Whatever way he goes, he's going to bully the other two.
That's how it usually happens.
Why did you call him a hypocrite? What? The other day.
You said Styles was a hypocrite.
There may be a way around this.
What? You know this Cadamaya bullshit? It's bullshit because you got busted.
It's nothing.
What do you mean, it's nothing? There's another deal.
It's out there as we speak, and it's about fifty times bigger and more rotten than Cadamaya.
What is it? Bearbung, Cleaver.
Bearbung.
Bearbung? Talk to me, Kieran.
MAN: Good luck with the appeal, Cleaver! Right, can the prick actually sing? (Audience laughs) Oh (Exclaims) I need you to be au fait with my new business model.
I'm thinking I may not go back to work ever.
(Speaks foreign language) My old life, I want it back.
SCARLET: Given the bench, I wouldn't hope for too much.
Rubbish.
Rubbish! Rubbish!