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You think he beat up Jimmy himself?
Or maybe ordered henchman to do it.

I mean, that's how Tony Soprano
would do it, isn't it?

You think that my father's some sort
of underworld crime boss. I'm sorry.

Leave your house key on my desk and
let me know where to send your stuff.

I am thinking very bad thoughts.
How bad?

X-rated.

Stop working nights, then.
Stop working days.

I hear Janet's back in action.
Word travels fast.

Well, I'm not exactly flat out.

It'll be a while before anything's
happening with the McMahon murder.

Janet's the right person
for this, Tony.

Just like Rhys is the right person
for the boltcutter babes. Tony!

It's lucky I'm not paranoid,
isn't it?

♪ Theme music

♪ What do I do stand in a shop

♪ Waiting for that money to drop

♪ Stand all day on a concrete slate

♪ My feet are aching
Don't get a break

♪ Singing what do I do?

♪ What am I to do?

♪ What do I do?

♪ What am I to do?

GROUP: ♪ What do I do?

♪ What am I...

♪ ..to do? ♪

No, I understand that but...

Yes, I am.

Um, and there's no...
alright, thank you!

We complain about the backlog
in the District Court.

Should try the...
Let me get that for you.

Should try the Tenancy Tribunal.

It's mental.

Anyone obtain a law degree
without being able to read?

Anyone change his or her name
to Tracey without telling me?

Hands off my yoghurt!

Are you still mad at me?

Tummy trouble.

Got a minute?
No.

I'm not down for anything.

You are.

Scratch lottery fraud.

Thought that'd be up your alley,
Tony.

Why? Because you think
I'm a low-rent gambler or a fraud?

Because it's easy.

(Laughs) Oh, Tracey.

How long have we known each other?
10 years? 40 years?

It seems like 40.

Would you describe us as friends?

Friendly.

Well, now the feeling
is completely reciprocated.

I want a murder.

Well, murder's all taken.

What about that homeless killing?
That's new.

Getting a lot of coverage.

Do you really want to handle
a case like that?

Problem drinker
abandoned by his loved ones?

Oh, Trace.

I could go through the
whole rigmarole of calling David,

appealing to our 25 years
of real friendship,

then he could call you and speak
about properly utilising the talents

of our permanent in-house workforce.

Or you can give me that murder now
and I'll be the one who owes you one.

Who's going to do scratch lottery?

Thank you.

The homeless case?

That's huge. Who's prosecuting?
Tony Gillies.

Awesome choice.

Don't try to be charming, Ben.
Listen, I've had a look,

the murder is reasonably
straightforward

and Tony seems on the ball today.

But there's always a chance -
well, if he comes crashing down,

don't be the one he falls on.

Well, I'm pretty light on my feet.

It's a fascinating case.

I'll be interested in knowing
how it pans out today.

Tracey?

These homeless killings
are pretty high-profile.

Why did you give it to Tony?

Doing him a favour?

Ben, I don't do favours.

BEN: Would you like to know what I've
just been offered? Surprise me.

Oh, no, don't surprise me.

My friend,
today I take on the gravest duty

our profession can demand of us.

Today, I speak for those who cannot
speak for themselves.

Except you won't be speaking at all.
Who's your Crown?

Tony Gillies.

Wherever the hell he is.

Well, I'd like to say
you deserve that, but you don't.

Tribunal's put my date back.

For my house.

Which means my inconsistently paying
tenant, Mr Edward Funk,

gets to keep my roof over his head
for another six weeks.

So you return to street bum.

We prefer the term
'previously housed'.

And there's nothing you can do?

Trust in the process. Soldier on.

Oh, yeah, 'cause I forgot you're not
some kind of solicitor, are you?

Yeah, I am a solicitor.
I just can't prosecute him, can I?

OK, forget solicitor.
How about try 'man'?

You want me
to physically threaten my tenant?

The guy's permanently disabled, Ben.

OK, delete 'threaten', try...

..'talk'. Persuade.

And then threaten to punch him
out of his wheelchair?

Well, there's always six weeks
under a railway bridge,

fighting rats
for restaurant leftovers.

Bye, Ben.
(Phone rings)

Oh, that'll be the hospital,
wanting your balls back.

Hello?

That's Matt March, our defendant.

So that's what confidence
looks like?

He says he's innocent.

How long did this go on for?

Three years.
Began when she was 15.

PE teacher?
Specialised squash coach.

I bet he did a
bit of fill in history.

2 Unit Ancient. How did you know?

According to Ms Abela's statement,

March told her he was unhappy
in his marriage,

wife didn't understand him,
they hadn't had sex for years.

Said she was different
from other girls her age.

She was mature. Special.

And to demonstrate how special,

he shoves his hand down her pants
in the change room.

How do these men think they can keep
getting away with this?

Drop by my office in 20 minutes.

You can take me through
the statements. Thanks, Janet.

And...
thank you for this opportunity.

Let's nail this bastard.

So it wasn't the girl who...
Gemma Abela.

It wasn't Ms Abela who notified
the police? Her parents.

They found some text messages
to a friend on her phone

referring to
the sexual relationship.

Apart from Gemma's statement,

we've also got the statement
of first but not recent complaint

from her friend and classmate,
Ms Louisa Balino.

Gemma told Ms Balino
about the relationship,

um... uh... six months
before the parents found out.

So a 15-year-old girl
keeps an affair secret

for two-and-a-half years? Wow.

I think they both knew what would
happen if it got out in the open.

And I think you'll find
it was the teacher

who was exerting the most pressure.
What's he saying?

March claims Gemma had a crush on
him, and he turned her down.

This is all schoolgirl revenge.

A woman scorned. What rubbish.

I've got a pre-trial
on another matter in half an hour.

Can we walk and talk?

Where did this
sexual relationship begin?

Um...
A squash knockout.

March '08. Taree.

New South Wales combined schools'
squash knockout.

Why are you reading my file?

Tracey thought
I could help you out on this.

Always grateful
for another set of eyes.

Now Ms Abela claims the pair had sex
200 times,

or some incredible number
like that.

Is that correct?

Actually it was closer to 400 times.

400 over three years.

Three times a week.

Impressive mental arithmetic,
Richard.

It's not, actually.

They only had sex on school days,
which makes it roughly once a day.

That's impressive.

Unfortunately,
this whole matter still boils down

to his word against hers.

And the note.
What does it say again?

Oh, it's in March's own handwriting
to a woman, we assume,

about, 'Missing you, missing your
lips, wanting your body,

your cute breasts.'

Now in her statement,

Ms Abela claims the note was written
to her in 2009,

but March claims...
..it was for his wife,

and referred to a 2006 trip
she took to Fiji

and how much
he was going to miss her.

And March has no idea how
a private note to his wife

came into Ms Abela's possession?

He says it must have been
stolen from him.

It speaks to a pattern of obsession
he claims Ms Abela has for him.

What's a Lime Kool Krusher?

Maybe you're best to answer that.

You're more the target market
than me.

Can someone put me
out of my sociological misery?

It's an alco-pop. Vodka, lime,
sugar. Teenagers like them.

It's very sweet, very frothy.
It's mentioned in the note.

So March claims that his wife
liked to drink them,

but we're saying it's more
the sort of thing

a giggly young woman might like?
Yes.

Now the defence strategy
will be to paint Ms Abela as a slut.

What, they still do that?
It's the 1950s in there.

So we need to find out
if she's ever had any boyfriends.

You know the sort of thing.

And organise a conference
with this best friend.

Excuse me,
is this the District Court?

Ah, can I give you a
call back in a second?

They told me big building, judge up
front, sexy lawyers in the foyer.

Don't smile.
Why would I smile?

So what have you got on?

Ah, Chubby-Chow Biscuits.

That's been going on for years.
And years.

Yeah. There's actually cops
that actually enjoy that stuff.

Paper trail. I'm not that subtle.
Can I borrow a post it?

Get your own!

We're on the same side, Ms Badir.

Any plans for Wednesday night?

Nothing I can't blow off.

No smiling.

Sounds excellent.

Read it later.

Ready, Lina?

To be honest, I can't even remember
calling you last night.

Yeah, well,
of course I'd been drinking.

Final warning?

Well, you can't do that.

(Voice shaking)
She's my fucking daughter too!

(Slams down phone)

Now, the homeless killings.

Yes.

Ah, victim's name is George Cavafy.

He's been living in and out of
shelters in the Darlinghurst area.

Ah, August 19th,
Mr Cavafy intervenes

in a violent dispute between
two other homeless people,

a couple, Patrick James Orton
and Jennifer Conny Lovric.

Pick me up?

No, I'm pretty up already.

The couple?

Yeah. A violent argument.
Mr Cavafey intervened, ended it.

He then proceeded up Victoria Street
towards Kings Cross Station.

Now, a witness, David Chambers,

claims he saw
Mr Orton return, holding a knife.

When he saw Mr Cavafey, he raced
over, shouted abuse about the fight

and the victim's intervention,

and then plunged the
knife into Mr Cavafey's back.

Clear retaliation
of the good Samaritan act.

Mr Cavafey then staggered
for some distance before collapsing

near the rear entrance
of the station.

Now, CCTV footage shows he lay
for almost an hour

as passers-by walked on,
ignoring him.

And no-one called triple zero?

Nope.

Was he obviously injured?

He was
lying in a pool of his own blood.

About 45 minutes after the attack,

a schoolboy, Tom Bishop,

stopped by Mr Cavafey and rolled
him on his side. Bishop then left.

To get help?

No. He returned
with two of his mates,

who then proceeded to take photos of
the now dying man on their phone.

The three boys then left.

No, no, no, they came back

and drew the word 'loser'
on his face with textas.

I think I heard something about that.

Mr Cavafey passed away
in the station, yes?

Mm-hmm. Mr Orton's been charged
with his murder.

And the boys -
should they be indicted?

With what? Being dickwits?

It's not a crime
to not help somebody.

Anyway, about an hour's worth
of Sydney's finest humanity

passed him too.

Should we prosecute them all?

What would you have done, Ben?

Well, I would have called
for help, I hope. Wouldn't you?

I'm not so sure.

Stepping into a bad situation
is not without personal risk.

Shall we?

So, it's pretty straightforward,
then?

I believe so.

Do you smoke, Ben?

I did for a week, then I gave up.

Ah, me too.
This time of year, though...

Ah, we're before Justice Rosenberg.

What's that girl doing there?

What girl?

We should probably head in.

Yes. Um, no.

I... I feel a bit, um...
I'll see you in there.

(Eerie music)

YOUNG GIRL: Mr Gillies?

Mr Gillies?

Yes?

Who is it?

Hello?

Mr Gillies.

Why didn't you help me?

The act was clearly planned.

In his record of interview,
the accused, Mr Orton,

refers to his anger
at what Mr Cavafey had done.

He even admits...
admits to possessing the knife...

(Eerie music)

..and, uh...

..the knife, ah...

Mr Crown?

..um... uh...

..the knife which forensics
have proved was the weapon

used in the attack on Mr Cavafey.

Yeah, it was clearly a planned act.

The couple thought about this,
carried it out...

Couple?
Yes?

You said, 'The couple'?

That it was a planned act
by the couple?

Are you referring to Ms Lovric too?

Did I?
Yeah.

Can I remind you, Mr Crown,

that Patrick James Orton
is the only party on trial here.

(Tense music)

Do you wish to address the court?

Your name?

Um, it's Benjamin McMahon.

Would you spell that, please?

Yeah.

Yes, Your Honour. It's M-C-M-H-A...

Sorry, that's not it.
It's M-C-M-A-H-O-N.

Does the Crown wish to explain
the actus reus?

Or is the Crown suggesting
there was complicity here

with an uncharged defendant,

and if so, why is this
not a joint indictment?

Might I suggest, Mr McMahon,

you ask leave of the court
to have your matter adjourned.

As Your Honour pleases, I...

..request leave of the court
to have the matter adjourned.

Tony?

Tony?

Tony?

Are you alright?

I'm not dead.

Great.

What do you...
what do you want me to do?

Tony, what do you want me to do?

Tony!

Shit!

Mr March was your coach as well?

Yeah, he didn't do anything
to me, though.

Oh no, no. I didn't
mean to imply that. I, um...

We just need
to go through your statement.

You say that Gemma
was staying at your house

when she told you about...

Yeah, her parents were overseas.
They're artists.

They had some touring show.

Ah, and so on the night of
6th December, Gemma told you...

She was having sex with him, yeah.

At the time you say you were too
scared to tell anyone about this?

(Door opens)

Excuse me.

I'm Tatum, one of the solicitors.
I'm so sorry.

I didn't realise we'd started.

You were scared of the consequences
if you told.

That's correct, isn't it?

That's exactly
what I'll say in court, yes.

But it's not exactly true?

No-one put pressure on you
not to tell, did they?

No.

Why do you think Gemma
didn't go to the police herself?

Because she was worried
about getting into trouble?

Not that.
Then what?

She loves him.

It's not impossible, is it?

We were 15, not seven.

15 is still underage.

For being in love with someone?

Anyway, you don't feel
that you're a child

that needs protecting at that age.

You know what you're doing.
Don't you?

Matt March
did still take advantage of Gemma.

The night they first kissed,
she knocked on his door.

She took the bottle of red wine.

She knew
what she was going there for.

Gemma never wanted some boy
from her class to be her first.

She wanted a man.
She knew exactly what she was doing.

She knew what she was doing?
Crikey!

It's amazing what self-persuaders
we can be, despite the evidence.

How do you know she's deluded?

I was 15. I remember how we
flirted with the spunky teachers.

We knew exactly
what sort of power we had.

Which was absolutely no power.

We weren't all helpless victims

waiting to be preyed upon
by evil teachers.

Are you serious?

I know it doesn't fit the narrative,
but young women are more...

It's complicated.

Did you speak to any girls
when you were 15?

Not including your sisters.

Well, consent, or whatever
the hell you're talking about,

is irrelevant.
Why are you even arguing this?

I'm not, I'm not.
It's just... Forget it.

Don't you dare start a conference
without telling me!

Oh, I just assumed
you were wedding shopping.

Dick.

You're pushing me now?
That's mature.

Ow!

That's it.

Gloves are off.

I'm so scared.
Don't be a child.

I didn't just peel off
imaginary gloves.

I hope you don't mind
my sending Richard along.

Not at all.

Oh, this sort of case, you know,
the tiniest of details are important.

I thought the DPP
needed someone more methodical.

I ate your stupid yoghurt.

Hello, Edward Funk?

Who's this?

Oh, you don't know me.
Richard Stirling.

Stirling. I know who you are.

Oh, you do...

You're the fucking fat cat slumlord
trying to kick me out of my house.

I'm not really a fat cat slumlord.
I'm sure if you met me...

Go fuck yourself.

Well, that's pretty rude.

Fuck yourself, you fuckin' arsehole.

Ben.

Oh, hi, David. Didn't see you there.

Wondered if you had time
for a quick chat.

Nothing alarming.

Just hoped you could talk me through
what happened this morning.

Now, or...
Not a good time?

Ah, no. Um...

Yeah, no, that's fine. Cool.

I can see you're busy.
Leave it with me.

I'll find a spot in my schedule
and get back to you.

Great.

Good man. Just very casual.

Awesome.

I heard. How humiliating.
I did warn you.

What, that Tony would offer me speed
at 9.30 this morning,

or that he'd rock up to court pissed

and run away and hide
in the bathroom?

Tracey,
someone needs to say something.

You're saying
you'd like to make a complaint?

You'd back me up, won't you?

Tony Gillies
is a very old friend of David's,

and that's pretty much
the only reason Tony's still here.

And that's pretty much
the only reason

why no-one's said anything
until now, right?

You don't think
I should say anything?

Well, it has gone on a long time,
unchecked.

Well, since Munro, really.
What's Munro?

The kid in the cling wrap.

That's what the papers called it.
Tony's big case.

It was a famous murder, back...
anyway, a long time ago.

Tony was prosecutor.
Very high-profile.

And it got to him?
Got to everyone.

A couple kill their
neighbours' three year old

by suffocating him in cling wrap.
Ghastly stuff.

Short version -
Tony lost the case,

then had some kind of breakdown
and his wife left him.

Took his daughter.
Awful, tragic, total cliche.

Then he started drinking?

I think he always drank.

He just cut down the intervals
when he wasn't.

So, when were you going
to talk to David,

because he's in a meeting
until 7.30 tonight.

Of course, I didn't witness
the drinking or the drug-taking,

so I won't be any use to you.

Shall I pencil you in
for the morning?

Ah, yeah, I might get back to you.

Well, I wouldn't wait too long.

Might find you get the blame
for today.

I misspelt my own name in court,

and David wants to have
a casual chat with me.

I took off
an imaginary pair of gloves.

(Light jazz music)

JANET: And why wasn't that
in her record of interview?

She said the only reason

Gemma's going through with this
is because of her parents.

She still loves Matt March.

Tatum and I discussed it.
Consent's irrelevant.

But are we saying that the mental age
and maturity of a 15 year old

is significantly different
to that of a 16 year old?

I mean, one day she's a child,

and the next she can agree
to consensual sex.

We're not debating age of consent.
I know.

Let's talk about putting Gemma in the
box. Pros and cons. I say we have to.

There's no DNA evidence, and she
admits to the sexual relationship...

She won't do that in court.
How do you know?

I know what I would do if I was her.

I'd say, 'I don't remember,
it's all a blur.'

We have no reason to think
she'll be hostile.

It's statutory rape, Tatum.
We have to try.

Let's keep it to first principles.
Is the crime made out?

Under-age sex is a crime.
She was under age. They had sex.

Although Matt March said
they didn't. The note is the issue.

Tatum?

Yes, Janet?

Keep it to first principles.

See you both in the morning.

What?

What, Richard?

I just worked out
why you're arguing this stuff.

You're so desperate to show off
in front of Janet

that you'll argue any position,

just as long as it's you
that's doing all the talking.

What if it was a 15-year-old boy
and his teacher was a woman?

There's no difference.
Isn't there?

You don't think that society gives
a nudge and a wink to that? No.

Oh, bullshit, Richard. There was that
teacher in Victoria last year,

exact same as this.
She got a suspended sentence.

It's the same.

Oh, yeah,
we have to say it's the same,

the law has to say it's the same,

but if it happens to be a boy,
it's about getting experience

and becoming a man.

But a woman, she's a dupe.

Used and abused. Why can't she
just be getting experience too?

Getting experience?
Tate, life is not a movie on SBS.

Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot.

Well, then stop behaving like one!

Yes, there are double standards,
but abuse is abuse.

And I'm just the dumb girl.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Tatum!

We don't have a case
if that note was for his wife.

No matter what we think,
or what we pretend we think.

So, what's everyone saying about me?

Well, they're just glad
it was you and not them.

Oh. Right. But I should have kept
my mouth shut.

Has Tony ever done anything
like that before?

Not actually run away,
but he's pretty erratic.

I mean, everyone knows
it wasn't your fault.

Legend.

It's Ben Mc-Mc-Mc-...
Oh no, that's not right!

And you haven't even
started drinking yet.

Oh, don't worry about it, Ben.
Tony's such a flake.

Prick, you mean.
I wish they'd just get rid of him.

So what do you think, Lina?
Would you care if Tony's gone?

Oh, if it meant they employed
a prosecutor who was actually good,

and you could work with instead
of having to babysit, then sure.

But, well,
that's not going to happen.

You know, this is all fascinating,

but I've noticed
that we're not drinking yet,

and I've got dinner with Mum and Dad
tonight, which requires insulation.

So you'll be home late?
Yeah, or I'll stay over.

I'll see you guys later.

Rich, you coming for a beer?

No, I'm going to head home.

What, you've got your place back?
That's awesome.

No. So you're technically
going homeless?

Will you be OK?

Yep. I'm sorted.

Night, then.

There you go, bro.

Choice.

(Melancholy music)

You read the note?

I'm very obedient.

Worse, Janet probably things
I'm an intellectual lightweight

who drinks girly drinks.

A Mai Tai is not a girly drink.

No, you're right.
Barack Obama drinks Mai Tais.

Don't let yourself get psyched out.

You're young.
Old people always hate young people.

Janet's not old.

Whose side are you on?

Oh!

All yours, good sir.
Thank you.

Leave you to it.

Shit, I'm late too.
Only got time for one more.

You heading off?

I can make a detour if you like.
Or you could.

What's that for?

Passion doesn't need a reason,
does it?

(Loud grunting, thumping)

(Grunting continues)

You'll be sweet, babe, alright?
The dude totally did it.

You're right, he did it.

We can't prove it completely,
but he did.

But she loved him.

She wanted it to happen,
and now he's going to go to jail.

You feel sorry for him?

I bet if you asked this girl,

she wouldn't want him
punished like this.

She'd probably feel responsible.
He shouldn't have done it.

Young girls,
they might look older and act older,

and feel older...
but they're off limits.

Yeah, they might say
that they want it now,

but who knows how it's going
to fuck with their heads

in, like, five years' time?

Shit.

David's called me into his office
for a casual chat.

I think he wants the dirt on Tony.
You know he and Tony are old mates.

Maybe he's looking for an excuse.

And you're it, pretty boy.

If Tony goes, it won't take long
for who blew the whistle to get out,

even if David swears
confidentiality.

I thought everyone loved a dobber.

Someone's got to say something
though, otherwise nothing changes.

The guy needs help.

I'm saying, be careful.
You're just starting out.

You don't want this to be
what people remember you by.

So, this Wednesday night...

Uh-huh?

..my uh... my sister's
having a birthday barbecue.

Very casual.
Just my family, basically.

Who are all cops.

Well, Rachel retrained.
Come on, is it that big a deal?

I just worry about what people
think of me.

Professionally.

Are you sure it's not
'cause I embarrass you?

Oh, don't.

I like you, alright? I don't see
a problem with other people knowing.

And I hoped I could
meet your family too, one day.

Wait, is it because I'm not a lawyer?

Oh, it's not that.

Dads love me.
Objectively I'm a good catch.

You are.

It's just...

You're just not who they...

You're different.

What, I'm not Muslim?

How did we even get here?

Whoa! Whoa, is that it?
I'm not Muslim?

You... you told me
you weren't religious.

Well, I'm not.
Well, then?

Well, I'm not religious,
but I am, too.

Oh, it's... it's so hard to explain.

No, no, that's cool. I get it.

Um, I'm not Muslim,
so you can't see me out in public

even though you're not really Muslim
either.

Lina, I'm not picking
and choosing what I believe.

I choose you.

Why can't you just choose me?

But say we got married.

What?

If we did, would you convert?

To Islam? Are you serious?

This is a serious question.

My family would...
Well, they'd want you to convert.

Would you do it?

Ohh.

It is only a fuckin' barbecue, Lina.
Jesus.

I knew I was starting
the day the wrong way.

Matt March is lying.

He claimed the note
was written in 2006,

and that it was his wife
who loved Lime Kool Krushers.

Krushers weren't around in 2006.
They were first bottled in 2007.

Thank you.

(Phone rings)
Ben McMahon.

Yeah, alright.
I'll be right there.

You know the first thing I learned
about working in an office?

You bloody knock before
you enter a senior colleague's room.

You called me.

Look, I can come back again
and knock if you like.

Don't be a fool. Sit down.

I heard Rosenberg held the matter
over for a week.

Did he? That's great!

You organised this behind my back.

How am I going to organise it, Tony?
I'm a level two.

Oh, don't sell yourself short,
Ben McMahon.

I know exactly who you are.

Smug little rich kid
used to getting whatever he wants.

I was going to inform Rosenberg
I was ill,

but instead someone's
just made me look incompetent.

I won't forget this.

You left me in court yesterday,
hanging, looking like an idiot.

I made you look like an idiot?
You know you did.

If I did it was your own fault,
Ben. Your case notes were clumsy.

Boy, you really dropped the ball
on that one. That's not true.

I stumbled over the logic.
You saw me.

You stumbled because you were drunk.
You can't blame it on me.

But I do. And I will.

And I've got a meeting
with David later today,

and that's what
I'm going to tell him.

Now get out.

Ah, Detective Sergeant Campbell?

I need to talk to you about
some developments on the...

No need for code.
No-one can hear us.

I wanted to say sorry.

It was a really kind gesture,
the barbecue,

and, well, I wanted you to know
that it's not that I don't want to.

So, why don't you?

I mean,
do you even know what you want?

I need petty cash for these.

The DPP doesn't pay for alcohol.

Pardon me, but that is not alcohol.
That is legal dynamite.

See here on this label?

Caused a defendant to be shown
to be lying on their statement

and plead guilty.

This one label here?
Yep.

Well, then you do deserve
reimbursement.

For one bottle.
She had to buy four.

She only needed one. Come to my
office later. I'll get you 3.30.

I was good today. You can't spoil it.

Who wants some sweet girly liquor?

Me, please.

Not you.
Oh come on, Tatum. Can we stop this?

(Pager beeps)

That's it! No more
Mr Passive Aggressive Nice Guy.

Edward Funk?

Hello! Mr Funk?

Hey, you right, mate?

You live here?

Yeah. Who wants to know?

I'm the owner. I'm supposed
to be meeting my tenant.

My permanently disabled tenant.

Yeah, well, you know,
it comes and goes, doesn't it?

Today I feel better.

Didn't you get my message?

What message?
Go fuck yourself.

Is that your car?
Yep.

You own that?
Yeah.

Your permanent disability comes and
goes, but you own an 80,000 car?

Oh well, you know, 80-ish.

But I'm the fat cat
who can go fuck himself?

Get out!
Oh, look, why don't you just...

Out! You know the tribunal
will find in favour of me,

so let's just get this done
so we can both move on.

Why not just go inside...
Get out of my house

or I will get you out.

And is that a threat?
Five o'clock.

That gives you three hours.

Or what?
You don't want to find out, Mr Funk!

(Bicycle squeaks)

(Phone ringing)

(Phone still ringing)
Tony?

Tony!

Tony, Hey! Hey!

What the fuck!
Get up.

Piss off!

Get up, OK? You're going home.

Hey, pull yourself together.

Food poisoning.
We'll be back in an hour.

Here, give me your keys.
Oh, fuck off.

Keys, Tony.
I don't want you...

Look, I don't want to, either.
Oh, it's... So, come on!

Quick.

Get out of it.

(Pills rattle)

(Phone rings)

Do you want me to get that?

Leave it.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hi Dad, it's Jess.

Mum said you'd called for me
last night. I moved out.

Anyway, this is my new number.

I hope you were
good to yourself yesterday.

I know it was the anniversary.

I love you,
even if you don't think I do.

Take care.

You still here?

Anniversaries can be a pretty,
pretty tough time, I imagine,

given your circumstances.

You don't understand anything.

I'll go.

Why would we be given the chance

to do something just and good
and helpful,

given that chance, you know.

What's the point of that?
For anyone?

Who benefits from a thing like that?

You're right.

I don't understand.

I hope you never do.

I won't tell anyone about this.

Oh, piss off.

Rich!
I've spread the word on Facebook.

Let's get this party started.

Well, this'll need more beer.

Uh, hi. Is...
Lina? Andy told me about you.

Al Salaam Ailaikum.

Wa Alaikum Al Salaam.

I only know that one bit.
Oh.

I'm Rachel, the big sister. Come in.
Do you want me to take that?

Well, this is actually your present.
I didn't have time to get it wrapped.

Ohh. You really didn't have to.
It's just so nice you could come.

Andy said you had some
thorny issue at work to resolve?

Well, I think
I've sorted it out for now.

You hungry?
Oh, starving.

I bet Eddie Funk
isn't even his real name.

Cool name, though.

You know what's unforgivable?

His grammar.

What... what's a slime lord?

(Phone beeps)
Oh, I think that's yours.

Yep.

(Sighs) Oh, you're kidding me!

What's up?
Doesn't matter. I gotta go.

Alright.
Well, thanks for giving me a hand.

I've got a spare room in my house.
You don't have to stay here.

Hey, it's not that bad.

Alright. See you then.

So, Tony Gillies,
tell me what happened.

Well, I think it was a stomach bug.

And in your opinion that's why he
became flustered and had to leave?

Mm-hmm.

How did you feel
when you saw him depart?

Confused, but, you know,
these things happen.

Because I should let you know

that I've already spoken to Tony
about this incident.

That's all I want to say.
I just hope he's alright.

Ben, I appreciate your loyalty,

but I think we both know
this wasn't a stomach bug.

This week has been
a very difficult time for Tony.

It's the anniversary of a case
he was involved in which...

The kid in the cling wrap?

You know about it?

Just the basics. A child was killed.

Tony blew the case
and never got over it.

I'd feel awful too.

Who told you Tony blew the case?

No-one. Just a colleague.
Look, I'm not judging him.

I mean, we all make mistakes, so...
He didn't blow the case.

He was magnificent.

Focused, subtle, brilliantly argued.

Why did we lose?

Well, there was a...
there was a small issue

with the way the police
handled the interview.

It was a minor matter.
It wasn't Tony's responsibility,

but he blamed himself for everything
that wasn't nailed down.

And these defendants, Ben,
they were monsters.

A mum and dad who killed
the next door neighbour's little boy

for... thrills.

The case was thrown out?

We appealed immediately, of course,
and we would have got them,

but before we could,
they killed again.

Three days after they were released.

This time, their own daughter.

Tony got them for that.

20 years non-parole.

But Tony had a daughter
about the same age, and...

I don't know,
I think it all just became...

..too much.

So what, did he get counselling,
or...?

No, it wasn't offered back then.

Even if it was, for some men,

talking about it
is like admitting failure.

But he IS a failure.

I don't want to be the one
to say it, but...

I mean, Tony needs help, David.

We've all gotten used to working
around him, but, I mean...

You need to have confidence
in your Crown prosecutors.

Right.

Every year I hope it'll get better.

I'm sure he'll use this week's break
to get his head right.

He always manages
to pull himself back.

And if not...

Well, if not then Tony and I
will have to have a little chat.

I assure you.

Did you know the parents
of the little boy

still send him a card every year
on the day, to thank him?

Actually,

I was surprised Justice Rosenberg
granted the week's adjournment.

Oh...

He must have heard
a persuasive argument.

You ever prepped a witness
for a murder trial?

I know what he did.
You don't have to say it.

You don't know anything.

The next thing I remember clearly

is waking up at home
without my lingerie.

Did you leave Jimmy Butcher
alone in the office at any time?

Darling, it's me.
I think there's something wrong.

Can you meet me at the hospital?