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We followed,
blocked them in an alley.

Then they started shooting,
so we shot back.

And then she was just, just lying
there on the ground, bleeding.

Are you going to go running to David

every time you don't agree with
one of my prosecutorial decisions?

Because if it comes down
to you or me,

I know who'll be staying at the DPP.

That's a girl!
(Gasps)

Yes, it is. Lisa, this is -
this is Conrad.

You're a fucking liar.
Lisa, wait!

You're a lying little bastard.
Lisa!

Why're you so protective of him?

Something else going on
with you and this tosser?

I was never fucking good enough
for you?

You're an idiot.
There it is.

Conrad, just back off.
Hey!

Thanks for coming.

Let's get you out of here.

Julie, tell me you didn't-

Julie, tell me you didn't give
Jimmy Butcher the file.

I went and slept
with someone else last night.

That's how much I don't want
to be with you. We're just wrong.

Did you show him the Quinn file
after you fucked him?

'Cause that's what you did with me.

Why did you change your plea?
I know you're working for someone.

Oh, he's cute.

(Gasps) Shit.
Better get that in the wash, Erin.

Lucky your place
is just a few stops away.

♪ Theme music

♪ What do I do, stand in a shop

♪ Waiting for that money to drop

♪ Spend 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?

♪ What do I do?

♪ What am I...

♪ ..to do? ♪

(Gentle piano)

(Piano continues)

(Steamer sputters)

Don't spill it!
Fuck! Ben!

OK.

Hormones.

Sorry.
Right.

Sorry, just under slept.
How come?

Just... work.

You should try the Dr McMahon
fail safe cure for insomnia -

orgasm equals
the release of oxytocin,

equals relaxed Erin,
equals good night's sleep.

Everybody wins.

If only your quest for knowledge
extended to your cases.

Oh, I've got room
to come round tonight.

Help you get sleepy.

Don't you ever get tired of yourself?

You want me, don't you?

Oh, shit.

What's she doing here?

Looking for heads to shrink.

Budget cuts?

Perhaps if you'd played things
a little differently -

I'd like you to implement
an efficiency improvement plan,

effective immediately,

pending the usual committee process.

We have no fat to trim, Miriam.

You've already cut us to the bone.

Enterprising director like yourself -

I'm sure you'll think of something.

RICHARD: I'm not waiting forever,
Tates, hurry up.

Don't rush me!
No seriously, we have to leave.

Tracey is going to kill us.

Wait - these or these?
I don't know. I don't care, OK?

I'm leaving.
Well, wait, will you?

And for the record,
Finch Face owes me serious overtime.

Ah -
DANNY: Hello, Richard.

Come on, we're all adults here.
You two need to start talking.

Now.
I might just get out of your hair.

Why don't you and I go
for a bit of a walk?

I - I really can't be late for work,
Mr Novak, I've got three mentions

and a witness to prep and-
I understand.

Yeah.
Dad?

It's alright, princess.
Come on. It won't take long.

Why did you go to Dad's?
You could have come home.

(Door shuts)
Not while he was here.

It wasn't Richard's fault.
It was my idea.

So you said.

Baby. Hey, baby, baby.

No, no, Tatum!
That's not going to work this time.

You know, you lied to me, for months.

Your response was completely
disproportionate.

Oh, he wasn't hurt.

Assault, Conrad, isn't just
physically harming someone,

It's also the apprehension of-
Don't - don't fucking lawyer me!

How am I ever supposed
to trust you again?

Hey! Hey, you can. You can.

Can we please just talk?

We're a dying breed, Richard -

men - displaced, superfluous,

heading for obliteration
in this brave new world.

Gone are the glory days
of empires and soldiers of war,

building of nations,
the defending of borders.

Do you know what I mean?

Absolutely.

How will history remember us?

I like the outdoors.

You cubicle rats should get out more.

I cycle.

What, you mean like pushbike?

Yeah.

Good for you.

Do you think about death, Richard?

Er - oh -

The only way we can extend ourselves
beyond our mortality

is by what we leave behind.

Our children inscribe our legacy.

Tatum is my youngest daughter.

She's all that stands between me
and obscurity.

She's my little girl.

She's my angel.

I want to be a grandfather, Richard.

Tatum's my last hope.

No more secrets.

It's been good to talk.
Hasn't it, though?

Look, mate, I don't care
where you get your end away,

whether it's with girls or boys,
as long as it's not with Tatum.

Is that clear?

Find yourself somewhere else to live.

Yep.

I went straight from the airport to
the police.

They are point-blank refusing to
arrest Esther.

They told me that the file is
with your office.

Look, I need you to tell them to
charge her. Sorry, Ms Carr.

I only got the police brief against
your aunt this morning,

so I haven't had a chance to
look at it properly.

Could you just take a seat?

You'll need to be on your toes with
this one. Why?

Tony Gillies is the Crown.

Here's what you need to know.

My father, Glenn Carr,
is chronically ill.

He lives with Esther,
who is also his carer.

And his sister?
Yes.

Esther's had control over Dad's
finances for the last six years

since Mum died
and he's also a little...

..he had a car accident and was left
with frontal lobe damage.

So he has difficulty communicating
and is fed through a peg tube.

I'm sorry to hear that.

That's Dad, that's Esther.

She's spending all his savings
on herself.

She's spent nearly a million dollars
in three years

by pretending it's going to his care.

Well, if we can prove that,

that's a breach of trust
against your father

and obviously he's not in
a position to complain.

The police have told me that
they're light on the paper trail.

So, Mr McMahon, I need you
to tell them what evidence they need

before Dad is hauled back into
intensive care.

OK, hang on. It's not that simple.

Yes, it is. Get a warrant.

Have a look at the financials
and the bank records.

Connect the dots with her purchases.
Check this.

Got enough to convince a jury?
Yes, great.

Advise the police to press charges,

Esther goes to trial...
Tahlia.

..conviction, end of story.
Tahlia.

There are other things to consider
for the indictment.

It's a clear case of obtaining
a financial advantage by deception.

I've been working as a lawyer in
London for the past six years.

Next?

OK.

My understanding is

the fraud squad are still collating
Esther's expenditure.

If they arrest her now,
the case will be half-arsed.

They have enough.

If the DPP don't recommend charging,

I'm going to go over there
and deal with her myself.

I told you, he's busy.

Tracey tells me you're distributing
my cases to other Crowns.

My brain hasn't swollen, David,

I'm still a fully functioning
prosecutor.

If I'd asked you,
what would you have said?

What do you think?

I'm not standing you down from work,
Janet.

I'm simply swapping
your long-running trials

for these shorter,
more practical matters.

I'll have a read.

I'll still be briefing
whoever's taking over.

Fine.

Miriam Mansie has informed me

that we are once again
under budgetary review.

That woman.

I need one solicitor
from groups four, five and six

and compelling reasons for
letting them go.

I'm sorry
I have to ask you to do this.

I couldn't possibly imagine
where to start, David.

Just do your best.
We have no choice.

Where the hell's my lawyer?
He's on his way.

You think he'd actually bother
to turn up on time?

It's kind of like a big day.
Sit down. He'll be here.

They'll find that
you followed protocol.

Yeah, I did.
It's standard procedure.

The Internal Affairs interview
is just for the Coroner to-

Lina, I know. I know.

Sorry.

Shit, I've gotta go.
Wait, wait. Um...

..this month, it's been a bitch.

I don't want to feel shit anymore.

I want to spend my life with you.

Andy-
No, hear me out, OK?

Life is too short.

I don't have a ring yet
and I know I should ask your dad,

but marry me.

Marry me, Lina.

What, are you serious?
Say yes.

But you're - you're about to go
and do your big interview.

Today's not the day.

Fuck the interview. Say yes.
No, Andy!

Not like this.

Ask me when you're in a good place.

No?

No today, but not never.

Go to work. Go to work.

You really need to go back to
the police with this -

I'm a prosecutor,
not an investigator.

My father is falling apart,

and is still in the care
of the woman

who is taking him for everything
he owns.

What part aren't you getting?

I mean, look at this -

she spent 10,000 on facials,
6,000 on pedicures.

She withdrew massive amounts of
money to pay for medical treatments

that were covered by Dad's insurance
and shouldn't have cost a cent.

Where's the proof?

It won't get past committal unless
we can convince a magistrate.

And to be honest,

I'm finding it really hard
to see exactly what she's done

that's so bad.

So she's bought all the stuff
that he likes -

art, music, things that he enjoyed
before the accident.

It's arguable that he'd be spending
that money anyway if he could.

It's not her money.

But isn't she entitled to something

after giving years of her life
to his care?

He's completely dependent on her.
It's an abuse of power.

Or is she making a tragic situation
a little more bearable

for both of them?

You're unbelievable.

No. I'm just asking
the same questions a jury will.

The bottom line is,

she might not have the necessary
intention for a conviction, simple.

Tony Gillies!
Save it, Tracey!

Terribly sorry. Bit of a mix-up.
What are you doing?

So hard to find good admin staff
these days.

Wrong instructing solicitor
assigned.

No, I assure you,
I'm instructing on this.

Ah no, Ben, you're not.

Tracey?
My office. This way, please.

Good. Excellent.

Give me someone
who will actually prosecute.

Don't.

Keep your head down today.

Oh hey, Lisa, it's me.
You picked up.

Yeah. Look,
I really need to speak to you.

Can you meet me today for lunch?

Please, Lisa, I -

I miss you
and I really want to sort this out.

Thank you, thank you.

One, at the cafe downstairs.

Alright, I'll see you then. Bye.

Hey.
Hey.

Um, did you and Con sort things out?

Yeah. We had the most
incredible make-up sex.

Like mind-blowing-
Yeah, don't need to know, Tates.

What did Dad say?
Not much.

He wants to be a grandfather.

So will you come home tonight?

On the scale of good ideas,
that is like a minus ten.

Conrad won't mind.
No, Tates. Enough.

Just forget it.

So where will you stay?

With Lisa.

Why are you looking up
the Proceeds of Crime Act?

Ah, it's for a case.

Ooh, dirty money.
Sounds juicy. Which case?

It's research, actually,
for, um - Tracey!

Sorry about this morning.

Um, we had an unavoidable-

Domestic emergency.
Yeah. It won't happen again.

Meeting room. Ten minutes.
A very serious matter has come up.

Sorry, I was with Tony.

He just pulled me on to
this dodgy carer case.

Well,
lucky I did all the prep for you.

Should be a breeze from here.

You OK?

I regret to inform you

that someone from this group,
and from groups four and six...

..will shortly be made redundant.

Why?

We have been asked to make cuts
to personnel.

Despite my best efforts to
convince David otherwise,

the decision is irreversible.

I'm very sorry.

That's so unfair.
Life, Tatum, is unfair.

But my position's tenured.
Even so.

No doubt the Quinn leak
hasn't helped.

Of course, I will be happy
to provide a reference

for whomever David decides
will be leaving us.

She enjoyed that. This is crap!

I'm not going down for
something I didn't do.

Maybe it's all just a beat up.

Miriam Mansie
throwing her weight around.

Keep telling yourself that, Ben.

Someone in this room is still lying,
and it isn't me.

Tatum Novak. Where do I start?

Shopping trips during office hours,

uses DPP resources
for personal matters,

including
the planning of her wedding.

No respect for authority,

not to mention her unsavoury
family connections.

I don't think
that's especially relevant.

Richard Stirling. Inappropriate
liaisons with a witness, Tina Chang,

despite several warnings.

Used the office as a hotel,

as well as a reluctance to
review sexual offence briefs

and reports of
poor advocacy performance.

Accepted money from another solicitor
to write his indictments.

Would that be Ben McMahon?
Lina Badir.

Harbours extreme political views.

Her brother was
under investigation by police.

You've been very thorough, Tracey.
Do you have one of those on me?

I'm only doing what you asked.

Yes, yes. Carry on.

Erin O'Shaughnessy.

Sympathised with the defence
on the Mervich case,

solicited media attention,

fundamentally ill-suited to
the culture of the DPP

and, by all accounts, a liability.
Ah!

There's more.
I think I get the picture.

So what is your recommendation then?

Who should go?

That, David,

is your job.

(Door closes)

Here's the rest.

I started going through
the witness statements

and trying to figure out
whether or not we've got enough.

I'm sorry about Tony.

You didn't have to say yes.

I want to keep my job, Ben.
So do I.

What do you think David's
going to think

when he finds out
I've had work taken off me?

I'll be first out the door.

Blaming each other is
not going to help.

I don't think
she's guilty of anything

other than being a bit extravagant.

Really?
Do you?

Well, maybe Tahlia's just pissed off
that her inheritance is decreasing.

She is the sole benefactor
in his will.

What, you think she's left her job

and flown all the way back from
London just to save her inheritance?

Maybe.

Your problem now.

Unbelievable!

A sunbathing penis,

a self-proclaimed
cannabis whisperer-What?

The offender cultivated marijuana
with a street value of 140 grand.

An assault causing GBH
with a tennis racquet.

I am sick of being treated
like I am made of glass.

It's so insulting.

Do you know which one of us will go?

No. I'm sure it won't be you.
You're doing good work.

This is doing my head in.

Distract me with the penis, please.

The father, William Clarke,

had taken his son and one of
his friends to their soccer game.

So he waits in the car
for them to finish playing.

Incidentally, he has psoriasis
on his genitals.

So the sunlight comes out,

he decides to
take his doctor's advice,

get some vitamin D
on the affected area...

Ew.

..so he flops it out
for some UV goodness

and the kid comes back to the car,
hey presto,

Mr Clarke's been charged with
committing an act of indecency

towards another person.

Your opinion?

He seems very contrite
in the record of interview.

Most sex offenders are,
once they're caught.

Well, he didn't
physically harm anyone.

He exposed himself to a child.

Incredibly stupid, yes.

But was it deliberate?

He maintains it was a moment of
lapsed judgement,

not an act of indecency.

He'll get a conviction

and be labelled a sex offender
for the rest of his life

unless he can prove that.
What are you thinking?

I'm thinking,

at least he didn't use sunscreen.

(Knock on door)

Yes?

Sorry to bother you.

I was just wondering
if I could ask you a question.

You just did.

Um, why did you take me off
the Esther Carr dodgy carer case?

Are you questioning my judgement?

No sir, not at all.
It's just that, ah,

well, if I'm doing something wrong,
I can do better.

You're a good prosecutor
and I can learn from you.

Nothing worse than a brown-noser,
son.

Is it just me, or...?

Yeah, it's just you.

Shitting yourself, money bags?

Worried your head's on
the chopping block?

Look, you like to do things
differently around here, and so do I.

That doesn't mean
we don't get the job done.

I am nothing like you.

Bye.

Bye for now.

Have a nice life.

Ah, hello, Victims Services?

I just wanted to check

if it's possible to make donations
anonymously,

in cash, today.

No?
Why must all donations be trackable?

Wonderful. That's great.
Thanks for nothing.

Just transparently
sucked up to a Crown prosecutor.

Two hours late to work.

Have you ever been
truly hated by someone?

The entire famiglia de Novak?

Tony Gillies won't work with me.

Appeal to his carotid artery.
Buy it some donuts.

What would this place be
without me, Richard?

A grey

and lifeless wasteland.

I didn't think you'd actually care
if you got fired.

I don't know. I just-

I feel like
I'm actually doing something.

You know, something important.

What, making a difference?
Yeah.

Well, we are.
I don't want to go, either.

Liquid lunch. Tracey's gone out.
No can do, I'm afraid.

I'm meeting someone.

Who?
A friend.

A friend?

Right.

Hey,

I don't hate you.
Oh.

Trichocereus spachianus.

Generally easy to cultivate

and will tolerate extreme sun
and heat

but don't much like the cold.

Judge Walker. I didn't recognise you.

Mr Stirling, you do know that

you're not supposed to address
a judge by their full name

in public environs?

In our civilian attire,
we are to be afforded anonymity.

You never know who's around.
Of course. I apol-

My mistake.

Occasion?
Guilt.

Penance. Forgiveness.

Orchids.

Will brighten even
the blackest heart.

Yeah, they are beautiful,
but, ah,

DPP salary.

Meagre at best.

Well, we can't have that.

Oh no, no, no, no,
you don't have to do that.

Mr Stirling, when will you learn,
never to challenge a judge?

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks for coming.

These are for you.

Oh, I-

Oh, you're such a wonderful man!

We have a good meeting story.

All great couples
have a good meeting story. I know.

And I look good in lycra.

I thought when I met you that...

What? Say it.

I've really enjoyed
our time together.

But.

You're too complicated for me
right now.

Can I just explain about Conrad?

I have to think about my children.

I promised them stability
and you can't offer that right now.

I can. I will.

They have to come first.
I know, and I can handle that.

Look, what happened at the flat,
none of that was my fault.

We're at different times
in our lives.

When you get yourself sorted out,

call me, OK?

So that's it then?

End of story?

Don't I get a say in this?

Sorry.

VOICEMAIL: You've reached
Detective Sergeant Andy Campbell.

Please leave your name and number.

These just arrived for you.

The medical records
from Glenn Carr's treating hospital.

He's one sick man.

Ah, hang on.

Are these all his medical records?

They're all from
different hospitals.

Well, don't ask me,
I'm just the courier.

Why have you subpoenaed them,
anyway? Are they relevant?

I like to be across everything.

Any news from
your Detective Campbell?

No.

I'm sure you'll hear soon.

So, we had a call from
a consulting physician

at Royal North Shore today,

and you know what he said?

He said they had a visit
from a DPP solicitor,

making inquiries about Esther Carr.

As well you know, we don't send our
lawyers out investigating.

I didn't feel I was
getting anywhere.

Do you know how many times
Dad had sepsis?

I'm sure it's stress-induced
low immunity.

He knows he's being fleeced.
He's not a fool.

Yes, well, just as well it's me

and not another prosecutor
who'd have you arrested

for impersonating
an officer of the court.

The police have told you
and now I'm telling you -

leave the inquiries to the police!

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it.

It was only because no-one would
see me, and I retracted anyway.

Inside. I printed off
the additional transaction records.

I'm sorry, am I boring you?

Sorry? Ah, what? No.

He's my father.
Can you at least pretend to care?

Andy.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!

The other guys said
they were yelling at me

to hold my fire
when she crossed to cover us.

They saw her go.

So you didn't hear them.
So what? It wasn't your fault.

That is bullshit!
That is bullshit.

They warned me not to shoot,
and I did.

But you didn't hear them.

Maybe I did and I panicked.
I don't know anymore.

Would you stop. Stop this.

I should have waited for back-up.
I should have - fuck!

No, no, you were being shot at.

It wasn't your fault. She shouldn't
have run into your line of fire.

I have to go.
Go where?

I have to see them.
I have to see them.

See who?
Say sorry.

No, bad idea. Really bad idea.

It's completely selfish.

Lina! Now!

Oh, shit!

What are you doing here?

I need to speak to you, Sam.

I can't see you.

Wait, please, please, please, Sam.

There's nothing you can say.

(Dog barks)

(Flicks switch repeatedly)

(Short, panicked breaths)

(Dog continues barking)

(Breathes heavily)

(Door opens)

Get away from me!

(Siren)

Thanks for coming back.

I'm really tired. What do you want?

I was wrong.

I should have supported you.

No.

You were, um, you were right.
I shouldn't have gone.

I don't want to be right.

I want to be with you.

My answer's yes.

Yes to what?

I'm damaged goods.

I'm drowning in shit here.

Look at you.
You have everything ahead of you.

No, I don't.

I don't want you to waste your life
caring for me. You deserve better.

I don't care.

I'll take you in pieces.

Let me...

Let me glue you back together.

OK, that was -

that was terrible,

but it's true.

I don't want to be
your pity project.

You're not.

Mrs Campbell.

I'm not changing my name.

And so it begins.
(They laugh)

There you go.
Thanks.

So, how was your day?

Good, good.

Took some of the new boys
in negotiation training.

Sold an Audi R8.

Great.

What about you?

Oh, you know, the usual.

I was dealing with
this whole sensitive evidence drama.

We tendered these photos of
the victim in my case,

only the defence kicked up a stink
and said it was prejudicial.

It was like, 'Hello, the jury should
see how brutal the attack was.'

I mean, obviously
the probative value of the photos

outweighs their prejudicial effect.

Anyway, the judge allowed it, so...

Who were you working with?

Um, no-one you know.

What?

Nothing.

This is nice.

This is nice.

Baby?
Yes, baby?

I was wondering,
now that you're home,

whether you and Richard
could think about-

Richard and I nothing.

Could you hear me out?
I know what you're gonna say.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He's not coming back here, Tatum.
What, never?

Fine.

Marinated lamb cutlets,

seasoned hamburger with polenta chips

and a confit of Gressingham duck.

Ah, everything but the duck.
I can't eat duck.

As you wish, my friend.
And from the bar?

Ah, scotch on ice, thank you.

(Whistles) Oh, don't worry
about that. Dad's plastic.

Yeah, well,
I can't sponge off you all night.

Rich, just relax.

Inheritance is coming my way.
This is my treat.

(Kisses) Thank you, Pa.
Thank you.

Hey,

thanks for letting me stay here.

Brother, mi casa, tu casa.

Hello there. What's your name?

Emily.

I was wondering if I could
bother you for some room service.

(Door opens and closes)

(Footsteps)

What's going on?

The fuse has blown.
We don't have any wire.

(Sighs)

Oh, Tracey's going to love that.

Where's Andy?

He's gone up the street
to get us some dinner.

Do you want some? I can call him.

Thanks, I ate.

You know, I was thinking...

it would be a relief if it was me.
Don't say that.

I don't belong at the DPP.
Yes you do.

No, I don't.

And I'm tired of pretending
that I do.

I can't hack it.

I've... seen blood
spilling out of walls.

I've been threatened
to the point where I can't sleep.

I'm jumping at shadows.

I can't even sit in court
without falling apart.

I'm a paranoid mess.

Look at these.

They don't stop.
They just keep coming and coming.

Every time I get my head around one,
Tracey gives me six more.

Look, it gets easier.

Just give it time.

I don't want to
end up like Tony Gillies.

But you're so much hotter than Tony.

Hey, you're a good lawyer.
And you care.

We need you.

Really?

Yes.

I'm getting married.
What?

Um, Andy...

Andy asked me to marry him,
and I said... yes.

Oh my God!

You let me rabbit on about work!
Oh.

Oh, my God! We need to celebrate!

Champagne?

(Grunts)

Ah... David?

(Grunts and barks)

Tony Gillies!
Yeah! Correct!

Oh yeah.

OK, ready?

(Clucks)

Tracey, Tracey.
No, no, no.

Tracey, Tracey, Tracey.
(Clucks)

Ah! Atticus Finch.
Yeah!

Yeah!
Woah.

(Laughs)
(Groans)

Speaking of Tracey,
who do you think's going to go?

Hey, sh, sh.

We're here now.
Let's just enjoy it.

No, but seriously, seriously.

What if it's you or me?

Mm. Don't think about it.

Ice-cream.

Look where we are.
Yeah?

You can have anything you want,
and you want ice-cream?

Vanilla. The most popular flavour
in New Zealand.

New Zealand!

Don't mess with a classic, man.
OK.

Put that away. You're obsessed.

Well, it's weird.

Everything you guys do is weird.

Move in with us?

You're good at fixing fuses,
and I'd feel safer living with a cop.

Maybe not this cop.

Listen to this.

Care-bound patient Glenn Carr

presented to ED
with central abdo pain.

His carer was given oral antibiotics
to treat infected feeding tube.

Swab revealed enterococcus faecalis.

Entero what?

The nurse wrote that it was
a bacteria found in human faeces.

Yuck.

Yeah, and then two days later,
at a different hospital, same nurse,

Glenn Carr transferred from ED

with severe sepsis from infected
feeding tube.

Previous history of debridement
under anaesthetic - four times.

In English?

She reckons that when he went
to hospital, he got better.

But when he went home,
he'd get sick again.

Suss, no?

(Exaggerated formal tone)
Now, Mr Stirling... Mm-hm?

..in accordance with
your duty of disclosure,

I wish to hear about
this so-called friend. Well, um-

The one you ditched Mr McMahon for
in his hour of need.

Well, all you need to know,
Your Honour,

is that I am sworn off women -
for good.

I mean, seriously, who needs chicks?

What has brought you
to your new-found enlightenment?

Well, Benjamin, I am glad you asked.
Mm.

See, Tatum told me
that I had to be gay, and so I was.

Only then I had sex with a cyclist
and Conrad punched me.

Cyclist is...
Lisa.

Now, Lisa thinks
that I'm too-hard-basket,

Judge Walker thinks
that I'm a lying philanthropist,

and Danny Novak thinks
that I'm his bitch.

And once again, to top it all off,
I'm homeless.

Dares.

No, forget about it.
It's not going to happen.

(Laughing and shouting)

Hey, Ben!

Not funny. Come on, Ben.
Open the door.

Ben, open the door!

Ah, not hygienic, no.

Um, in fact, a direct violation
of Section 13 of the State Food Act.

Not to mention being an out and out
indecent exposure summary offence.

Is there CCTV in here?

No, I can't.
(Phone vibrates)

It's just a spoon.
It's late night delight.

I'm still working.

Who's going to see you?

Go on.

See? It wasn't so bad.

If I get fired,
I'm holding you responsible. Hmm.

(Phone rings)

(Hangs up)

Did you use all my conditioner?

Darling?

Oh.

Welcome to my world.

Our sunbathing penis.

Despite my initial reservations,
the arguments Erin made are spot-on.

We should nolle it.

He's a model citizen,

and by all accounts
a loving father, husband,

who's guilty of bad judgement,
not a crime. Alright.

The cannabis whisperer's
been adjourned.

He's on bail.

And the tennis racquet GBH,
I'm negotiating a plea.

Now,

I want my real work back.

(Sighs)

What now?
FIIC.

Fabricated or induced illness
by carers.

Munchausen by proxy?
Yeah, exactly.

Glenn's infections and symptoms
came and went for years.

He'd get taken to theatre,
get better,

go home and be back
a month later.

Are you sure?

It's very rare, and it's usually
a parent hurting a child.

Everything points to it.

And besides, Glenn Carr
is like a non-verbal child.

A casual nurse linked Glenn's sepsis
with human faeces bacteria.

Esther put her own shit
on her brother's wounds?

Hers, or his. Who knows?
That's keeping it in the family.

What about the money?

Economic gain
is one of the motivators.

And keeping him in hospital gave her
the freedom to enjoy his wealth.

When she did go with him, she got
a lot of sympathy from medical staff.

I think we've got enough for
intentionally causing injury.

Maybe even GBH.

FIIC is not a crime
we can put on an indictment.

But we might be able to
make out those injury offences.

Well,
as long as it's based on evidence

and not by judgements
about Esther's behaviour.

Alright.
Tell the police to go for it.

Good work, Lina.
Thanks.

How's that, um, fella of yours?

Hmm. Well, conscience is a
great servant but a terrible master.

Give him time.

He will be
the last to forgive himself.

What's that for?

You look like shit.

You try not sleeping
for three nights in a row. (Sighs)

I keep thinking the coffee-wielding
dog-walker is gonna come back.

People kill lawyers, you know.

They do.

It's got vodka in it, right?
Sure.

Oh, it's too early
to look at bruised necks.

It's too early to think about
changing your father's adult nappy.

God, that poor woman.

Tahlia Carr. She's... amazing.

Now that Esther has been charged,

she's signed up for a whole life of
looking after her sick father.

I wonder if she even realises
what's ahead of her.

Maybe she's just
following her heart.

Maybe.

Excuse me
interrupting your gossip session,

but there is work to do.

Aggravated sexual assault
with a weapon.

Rape. Eight defendants, one victim.

A nightclub stabbing,
intentionally causing GBH.

Unlawful imprisonment
of a 12-year-old girl

for the purposes of prostitution-

(Pushes files away)
I don't want them.

You don't have a choice.

Yes, I do.

Miriam is expecting an answer
by the end of the week,

so we're going to have to
decide who's going.

(Knock at the door)

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I'm tendering my resignation.

Effective today.

Erin, we're still discussing who's-

I brought Jimmy Butcher
up to the office

on the night of the Christmas party.

He told me that I was the one
responsible for leaking the memo.

I'm very, very sorry.

Have you lost your mind?
You couldn't have confessed.

Well, I did.
But it wasn't you.

Then who was it?

I can't tell you.
(Scoffs) Then you're lying.

It was Julie.

Julie leaked the memo.

Julie? But why?

She just hates Quinn.

But Jimmy said it was me.

The night of the Christmas party,

Julie saw the file in my bag
and she showed it to Jimmy.

Lying prick.

Yeah, he is.

But you had the brief in your bag?

But I didn't mean
for anyone to see it.

Oh God, Ben.
You kept it quiet all this time.

You need to go back into David
and tell him that you're innocent.

No, it doesn't matter.
What?

It doesn't matter who leaked it.
I still brought Jimmy up here.

I was so drunk
I don't even remember doing it.

If it wasn't the memo,
it would have been something else.

No, this is bullshit, OK?
It's done, Ben. OK?

It was me.

Janet gave me the file.

I took it to the pub
the night of the Christmas party.

I don't know how Jimmy saw it,
I didn't give it to him,

but it wasn't Erin.

Is this some kind of joke?
No.

The file stayed in my office, Ben.
I saw it.

I'm sorry, Janet.
I made a dummy copy.

I left it on your desk and
I took the real one home to work on.

You might want to refit this place
as a confessional.

Who's next, Atticus?

So now that I learn you've both been
lying to me for months,

who am I supposed to believe?

Erin only confessed
because she blacked out that night.

Was there anyone else involved?
No.

JANET: I would suggest you leave.

Do you know what you get
when you google David Sinclair?

How I failed to secure justice
for Quinn's victims.

How the leaker of the memo
has never been found,

despite a massive police inquiry,

and how this office
is a complete joke

run by a bunch
of incompetent clowns.

Maybe they're right.

Hey, steady on.

Why didn't they just confess
when it happened?

You knew.

Erin came to me
a couple of months ago.

And you kept it from-
Jesus Christ, Janet!

I thought Jimmy Butcher
was toying with her,

and I told her to sit tight -
as it turns out, I was right.

Your allegiance is to me,
not to those gutless solicitors!

I look like a fool!

I suppose you knew as well?

No, I didn't,

but if you're asking for my vote,
I'd say keep Erin and lose Ben.

There's no proof that either is
directly responsible for the leak.

Sack both of them. That'd solve
our budget cuts problems.

Look, let's not
make any rash decisions, OK?

We can't lose two from one group,
anyway.

Punishments aside,
we need to close ranks.

(Knock at the door)

Excuse me, David.
Lyndi Quinn is here to see you.

I'd never hated anyone
as much as you

the day you announced
you were going after Nick

when you knew he was dying.

I had no choice.

Yes, you did.

You were right to pursue him, David.

My daughter-

Charlotte found these.

Do what you have to.

♪ So quickly tables turned

♪ Oh, it's over
Don't you send for me today

♪ Oh, you were so very nice

♪ Are you like me
like you say?

♪ See my life

♪ Has been so hard on my heart

♪ See my heart

♪ Has gone so many paths with you. ♪

I'm going fishing.

They owe me
years of accumulated leave,

and I'm gonna take some of it.

How long? Month or two
ought to get 'em stirred up.

The shop's all yours.
Do whatever you like with the place.

What are you doing?
Bye-bye, whiteboard.

You can't do that!
Looks like I can.

To oblivion and beyond.
I'll drink to that.

That is all kinds of wrong.

We really fucked things up.
And now I don't have anyone.

Still got me, if you want me.

♪ Theme music