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Nah, I swear, mate. I just shushed him. Shushed him!

As in, you know, "Shut your cave, mate.

"The main feature's started."

I mean, the bastard talked all the way through the coming attractions!

Are you calling because you want Jane and me to post bail?

You know, Lil, your cynicism frightens me sometimes.

You're my sister.

In times of crisis, family members should be able to turn to each other.

I mean, you know,

if you and Jane wanted to discuss bail, I wouldn't be averse.

You are unbelievable.

You know that Dad's estate went to that bloody con man.

Yes, which is why I'm in this mess in the first place.

I was trying to do the decent thing, God help me - get your money back.

We didn't ask you to get our money back!

Well, who else is gonna get your money back?

Can't you see that you guys posting bail for me,

it's a win-win for everyone?

Oh!

An old mate of yours, apparently, Greene.

Cleaver Greene.

Yeah.

You know...I've still got that Justin Bieber bracelet.

Oh, yeah.

You were part of Cal McGregor's Praetorian Guard.

I'm surprised you're not deputy commissioner by now.

What are you in for?

They say it's perversion of the course of justice.

You've obviously been pissing in the wrong end of the pool.

Cleaver, I'm sorry about all that shit we put you through.

We were just following orders.

Right.

You're a barrister, right? You gotta be kidding me.

Cleaver, you've gotta help me.

I'm a bent cop. If I stay in here I'm a fucking dead man.

Greene.

Your bail's been posted.

Cleaver, please.

Oh. Please.

Justin Bieber bracelet.

Fuck that was funny!

You sure you can afford this?

I've got a bestseller, Cleave. Remember?

I'm about to have a second.

And just so that you know, there's going to be a movie.

I'm sorry?

They want to make a movie about Josh and me.

Who's 'they'? Ron Howard's company.

Ron How...Ron Howard's company?

Potsie? Richie.

He's producing and directing, yeah.

Richie is making a movie based on your life?

I know. Strange world, huh? Hey, Melissa! Cleaver!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have had charges of manslaughter levelled against me.

They're charges of which I'm entirely innocent.

I have no further comment to make at this moment.

Melissa, can you confirm reports that Scarlett Johansson

will be playing you in the upcoming movie based on your book?

I can't confirm anything at this point,

but it is true that Scarlett's one of many actresses

very keen to play the part.

And can you confirm Daniel Craig for Josh?

That I can confirm.

And who will be playing Cleaver Greene?

Uh, Judi Dench - or Dame Judi Dench, I should say -

will be playing the role of my barrister.

We've rethought the role a little bit.

And how honoured do you feel, Mr Greene,

to be played by one of the great actresses of the modern age?

As I have said, ladies and gentlemen, I have no further comment to make.

Thank you, thank you.

- Did you get that? - Yeah, I got it all.

Judi bloody Dench? You're kidding me.

Ron is an ardent feminist

and the thinking is it's somehow truer to the story

if you were played by a woman.

How can it be truer to the story?!

She's British, she's an octogenarian

and she's a 'she'.

How is that true? This is gonna be a bloody train wreck.

I've always thought Ron Howard was a hack.

Houston, we have a big fucking problem here.

They've put me up in a hotel.

Oh, yeah. Of course they have.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, yes, the day that just keeps on giving.

Mate, how is this my shit?

I cancelled the job and the job wasn't to kill anyone.

And the 'anyone' certainly wasn't the guy who's now dead.

You know that moron you subbed the job out to came to my place?

The cops were tailing him.

That's how they put two and two together

and came up with the usual 15.

If anyone should be in trouble, it's that fucktard.

Don't worry about Darce, mate. He knows the score. He'll be sweet.

Kirsty, how are you? You look fabulous!

How great is this news about you and Col?

Am I hearing wedding bells anytime soon?

Ohh! Fuck, yes, you're right.

Marriage is seriously overrated.

No! Kirsty!

Cleaver, you listen to me very carefully.

Are you listening very carefully? Yes, I'm listening carefully.

OK, you never came to see Col about Lane Hole.

We didn't have anything to do with that old bloke. You understand me?

OK, yes, I'll see what I can do.

Not good enough! Arggh!

Alright, OK. I'll...I'll...

I didn't come and see Col about Lane Hole. Fuck!

Ohh... Good.

Alright, great.

Ooh, Cleaver, one more thing.

You have 14 days to repay me in full.

I think it's about time we cleared that debt.

Don't you? You know my situation.

Do I look like I give a shit about your situation?14 days.

♪ I'm tired of sin

♪ And straying, Lord

♪ Now I'm coming

♪ Coming home

♪ I'll trust thy love

♪ Believe thy word

♪ Lord, I'm coming

♪ Coming home... ♪

Oh, congratulations! I'm so happy for you!

Oh, my God.

♪ Lord, I'm coming home. ♪

Thanks, Viviana.

I'm so proud of you. Thank you.

Oh... Mum!

Oh, darling. What a thing!

Thanks for coming. Sweetheart, of course, of course.

It means a lot to me. Oh, I... Well...

Hi, Doc.

Do you know where I am?

Judging by the tone of voice, a place of righteous indignation?

Very close.

I am standing in the church hall

where you were arrested and your son was just baptised.

Now, I know you have a lot on your plate,

what with having recently murdered a pensioner...

I didn't murder him. And the charge is manslaughter.

You know why Fuzz insisted on getting baptised?

To cleanse himself of sin, Cleaver, your sin.

That's all he talks about now, "The sins of my father."

Well, he's gonna need a bloody big vat of holy water, isn't he?

Cleaver Greene has spent his entire career

making sure that society's scum

are free to roam our streets and neighbourhoods.

To this end, he has successfully defended

7 terrorists, 186 rapists, 93 murderers,

countless thieves, frauds, perverts, drug dealers

and at least one cannibal.

It is a client list the criminal barrister

has been heard to boast of.

The question now is has justice finally caught up

with Cleaver Greene himself?

This is Polly Nesbitt for the 'Today Project'.

Ooh, if it isn't the first lady of the British theatre.

I'm gonna kill you. It wasn't personal. I promise.

How can a nationally broadcast attack

on someone's personality not be personal?

You're lucky it was me. My EP wanted to go much harder.

Aren't we sort of seeing each other or something?

You could've just said no.

I can't. I'm in a tricky situation at work.

How? I had a thing with the EP's niece.

His niece? Yeah, I was experimenting.

She was this hot 19-year-old pro surfer

and things got a little bit weird.

Oh, did they?

Turns out she'd never been with a woman before,

but since our 'thing' she's become a committed lesbian.

The family's devastated.

Well, I guess that makes pummelling me on national telly OK, then.

Come on.

I guess it was just a lapse of memory

that you happened to forget that plugging Lane Hole

was actually your idea in the first...

I was fooling around! No, no. Don't touch me.

Come on. Oh, get off me.

Are you sure?

Oh, what am I gonna do with you?

I've got a few thousand ideas.

Hey, Cleave! What the fuck?

Melissa has just agreed

to let me do an in-depth profile on her for the show.

What? The whole two minutes? What happened with Col and Kirsty?

Nothing! Who are Col and Kirsty?

Oh, just a couple of gangster friends of Cleave's.

The network loves gangsters. How can I help?

You can't. You can leave it alone, OK?

Please. I beg of you. Don't...don't go near them.

Just... They had nothing to do with anything.

Bullshit.

Am I, um, misjudging the vibe in the room

or should the three of us be taking a bottle of tequila to bed?

Cleave's given up three-ways, Pol.

He's worried he's not going to be the centre of attention.

To justice! To justice!

Sorry it's not French. Got a couple of marginals up in wine country.

So, Jimmy, go on. And don't leave out a thing.

Well, it looks like a complete cock-up, Cal.

The real target seems to have been the old bloke's neighbour,

a scumbag by the name of Lane Hole.

Um, I've heard of him.

ASIC's been on his case.

Ripped off Greene's old man, apparently.

Oh, right. So a vendetta? Ooh, sounds serious.

Pity it's just manslaughter. What do you reckon he'll get?

Two years. Three at a push.

Two years?! That's fucking playtime. Mm.

What about going him for murder?

Wasn't at the scene, wrong bloke got killed.

It'd be impossible to prove intent.

Manslaughter's a much safer bet.

Huh. Bloody shame.

Mmm. Yeah.

He came to your flat?

You are kidding me. What sort of moron is this guy?

Uh, a 'sub-moron' I think is the technical term.

Anyway, I think he's done a deal.

Who with? The cops?

No, with Col and Kirsty.

If he keeps them out of it,

points the finger at me, does a little quiet time,

then they're gonna look after him.

Col said, "Darcy will be sweet." They were his exact words.

I'm fucked, mate.

Morning. Morning.

Morning.

Mate, it's manslaughter. It's not like murder.

They don't have to prove intent, just that you behaved recklessly.

I am aware.

I hate to say it, but you're in for a world of pain.

I didn't mean for anything to happen. It was just meant to be a warning.

And I called it off.

And they got the wrong fucking guy!

Hey, Barn.

What if it wasn't manslaughter?

Sorry?

What if the charge was murder? What are you talking about?

Well, then they'd have their work cut out.

Like you say, they'd have to prove

that I intended to kill the poor old fella.

Hate to be Mr Picky, but the charge isn't murder. It's manslaughter.

It doesn't have to be. It can be changed.

You want the charge upgraded?

You're insane! Listen to me.

If it's manslaughter, I'm rooted, right?

I reckon.

But it it's murder, then I would actually be in with a shot.

Why stop at murder, Cleave?

I reckon you'd stand an even better chance with genocide.

Captain Buzzkill.

How do you propose to get the charge upgraded?

Ladies and gentlemen, ever since it was publicly revealed

that I had an affair with the former premier of this state,

her ex-husband, the Police Minister and Attorney-General Cal McGregor,

has pursued a relentless vendetta against me.

You better believe it, buddy.

He has used his enormous power

as both Police Minister and Attorney-General to harass me.

He's had me arrested on numerous occasions -

all without charge, I might add...

..in an attempt to humiliate and intimidate me.

Ooh, the humiliation isn't over yet, pal. I promise you that.

It's a pathetic attempt by a cuckold to try and reinvent himself

and restore his manhood in the eyes of the community.

You're obviously throwing some mud of your own here.

You're alleging that Cal McGregor

was re sponsible for bringing down the former premier,

Claudia Marshall, his own wife.

Look, Tony, I don't think it's any mystery.

From the Premier down, everybody knows that Cal

threw his own wife under the bus, metaphorically speaking,

so that he could keep his own job.

And I challenge you, actually, to ask the Premier

who leaked the text messages that brought down Claudia Marshall.

This is why the Premier's in Cal's pocket.

Have you got any evidence at all..

..to back up what you're saying?

Look, it's not really my place to produce evid...

Hello.

Uh, yes, yes, Premier.

Yep, well, I know. I... Listen.

I know, but...

God, would you listen to me, Stevie?!

Greene's all bark. The story's got no legs.

You wait, mate. Who could possibly wanna run with that bullshit?

I'm not making any comment on Mr Greene's guilt or innocence.

All I'm saying is he's raising some very important questions

about the integrity of the justice system

that is currently under Cal McGregor's watch.

I mean, let's face it.

As both Police Minister and Attorney-General -

the first person ever to hold both posts, I might add -

he wields enormous power.

And the question that needs to be asked is,

"Is he abusing that power?"

And I think that question ought to be asked by a royal commissioner.

I want Greene in a maximum security facility by morning tea

and I never want him to see the light of day again.

Do you understand?

I told you if we run a murder charge against Greene

there's a 98% chance he'll go free!

There's gotta be a way, mate,

unless you're not happy in your role as director.

Fair go! God, you've gotta have something.

You won the university medal, for Christ's sake.

Look, there is one possibility.

But, gee whiz, there's some serious evidentiary issues.

Mate, you get me the charge,

I'll get you the evidence.

Cleaver Greene.

The charge against you of the manslaughter of Albert Platt

has been withdrawn...

Oh, you don't say, Len?

..and replaced with a charge of conspiracy to murder one Lane Hole.

Sorry. Did you say conspiracy to murder Lane Hole?

Yes, Cleave.

Because I...I was expecting

that it might be a charge of murder of Albert Platt.

Are you sure it's... Positive, Cleave.

"Conspiracy to murder Lane Hole." It says so right here.

So...

So now they might be able to prove intent.

I didn't game this out particularly well, did I?

So how much could you be looking at for the conspiracy charge?

Maximum's life.

So you could end up with life instead of, what?

A couple of years for manslaughter?

Oh, Cleave, what were you thinking?!

Well, I was hoping that they would charge me

with the murder of the sweet old guy

rather than conspiracy to murder Lane Hole.

Is that it?

What? I've got fellowship.

Right.

You do realise the gravity of what I've just told you?

I think so.

You might go to jail for the rest of your life

because you didn't get the sort of murder charge you were after.

Oh, yeah.

I don't want you to go to jail, Dad. I really don't.

But there's not much I can practically do right now

and I've got fellowship.

Fuzz, you do realise we might not have a whole lot more time together?

So what?

You want me to drop something I care about

because you screwed up massively again?

Fuzz!

If I spend the rest of my life dealing with your screw-ups

I won't have a life left to live of my own.

Jesus.

See you, Mum.

OK, have fun happy clapping.

♪ And God said to Noah

♪ "There's gonna be a floody-floody!" ♪ - Cleaver...

♪ God said to Noah

♪ "There's gonna be a floody-floody!"

♪ "Get those animals out of the muddy..." ♪

Arggh! Fuzz.

Fuzz, Fuzz!

Fuzz. Shit!

Why is it you have to mock anything you don't understand?

Anyone and anything who's different,

who even slightly challenges your fucked-up world view...

..you have to reduce it to a funny line.

This is why you're gonna end up sad and lonely.

He loves you, Cleaver.

He just...

He wants to be able to count on you.

All of us do.

It...it's like you assume

we could only ever want you around for a bit of colour.

But you need to understand that the people who love you need you.

So stop being such a dickhead, wise up and beat this charge.

Cleaver. Cleaver!

It was just a moment. A rush of blood. I was pissed.

I didn't mean for anybody to be killed.

"The awful daring of a moment's surrender,

"that an age of prudence can never retract."

Pius the Incontinent?

T.S. Eliot.

Bloody Anglican, mate.

High Anglican. We count them.

Well, whatever I intended to happen or not,

a nice old bloke is dead as a result.

Our actions always have consequences.

You know that, Cleaver.

If we mortals have no way of knowing these consequences,

if they can be so random that they're beyond contemplation...

God gives us free will so we can make our own choices.

Bullshit. There's no choice out there.

Just fucking chaos.

My beautiful boy took a swing at me today.

And I deserved it.

So he's a fighter like his dad.

How's his mum coping?

A little too well, actually, from my point of view.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, it's me.

No, it's not you, Roger. Yeah, it is.

It's not. It's...you know.

I have an ex-husband facing a murder charge.

I have an evangelical son who until recently -

well, God, I hope until recently -

had a fetish for older women.

I'm just in a very weird place at the moment.

I'm really sorry.

What?

It's not you, Wendy.

So it's true. There is illegal gambling in Sydney after all.

Right. You and I can talk freely, Col.

We're mates.

I told you, Bump, I'm not saying a word, mate.

I'd love to be able to tell the court you were cooperative.

This is, after all, your...

..1 1th offence.

Judges these days, mate, they frown upon recidivists.

Changing the subject completely,

have you heard the news about Cleaver Greene?

Nasty business.

And we are hoping that anyone with any information

that can assist us with our inquiry will come forward.

Yeah, it was a nasty business, wasn't it?

Cleaver said he'd come to the end of his rope.

You know, he'd tried everything that he could think of

to get to Lane Hole, but nothing had worked.

Then he said, "He's gotta die, Col. The prick's gotta die."

And I said, "No, Cleave, that's crazy talk, mate.

"You know, violence never solved anything."

Then he asked me if I knew anyone

who could do the job for him.

"A paid assassin?", I said.

"Nah, nah, Cleave, mate, you've got to come to your senses."

So after a few months, I broke it off with Cleaver

because I'd fallen in love with somebody else.

Somebody kinder, gentler.

Somebody who understands the true meaning of love

and has a, um...a deep respect for law and order.

Cleaver didn't take this very well

and not long after that, his father passed away.

It turns out that this Lane Hole fellow

conned Cleaver's father out of his share portfolio.

So, you know, Cleaver became quite obsessed

and I recall him expressing on no less than, um...

..one...two...three occasions

his desire to see Lane Hole murdered

in ways that I couldn't... possibly describe.

Quite frankly, I was terrified.

Kirsty.

Kirsty! What the fuck?!

Don't you know it's a crime to threaten or badger the witness?

Don't you know it's a crime to commit perjury?

Prove it. OK.

You know what?

I'm not going to threaten you

or badger you or... what was the other thing?

Oh, that's right, pay you. Oh! You'll pay me, Cleaver.

One way or another, I'm going to get my money.

Oh, do you honestly think I give a flying fuck

what you do to me now?

Yeah, but you do give a flying fuck about your friend Melissa.

You two, you're very close.

From what I understand, she put up your bail.

And from what I read in the paper...

Kirsty... ..she can afford it.

Melissa has nothing to do with this, alright?

We'll see about that. She might want to make a contribution.

She's staying at the Sheraton, isn't she, sweet?

Why do you know that?

See you, Cleaver.

Oop!

Lyle! How you doing?

I was just thinking about you.

Listen, I've got a favour I want to ask of you.

Oh, fuck!

Missy, it's me.

Just...

Sweetheart, um, call me when you get this, OK?

And just... I'm coming to see you.

Don't leave your room whatever you do, OK?

I'll be there in a minute. Can you call me when you get this?

Missy!

Oh. Judi Dench is the Protector.

That's a microphone.

Why don't we just pay her the fucking money then?

I didn't come here to ask you to pay Kirsty for me.

I came here to tell you to get on a plane.

If she'll have you hurt, what choice do I have?

She'll have both of us hurt.

All the more reason to pay her then.

Listen, can you not just get on a plane, please?

You're going to go anyway. Leave you here to be killed?

Look, I think I would die a worse death

if you actually paid Kirsty, alright?

Cleaver...

That debt is a monument

to my bad judgement and self-indulgence

and I need to sort it out, and I will sort it out.

And so if I have to do some time for the poor old guy's death,

or...or lose an eye to Kirsty, then so be it, OK?

I would rather look at my son half-blind than as a coward,

and I will not be able to live with myself

if anything happens to you.

How do you think I would feel

if I could have saved your life for two hundred grand?

It's not just about you, Cleave.

Yes, it is. I'm a narcissist. Get on a plane.

What the hell?

I'm sorry. I know this doesn't look...

Are you crazy? I had to see you.

Now?

Well, you haven't been answering my texts.

Nicole, listen... I've left Bevan.

What?! Yeah, this morning.

OK, OK. Uh, look.

You might need to see someone about this

because what you're going through...

Barney, I'm pregnant.

Whoa.

You know, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm the father,

does it?

And the thing is, Bevan and I made this deal

that we wouldn't have relations for three months

before the wedding, you know,

to make the night special, so...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I can't talk about this now.

Oh. Right. I'm sorry. I just...

I had to tell you.

Y-yeah.

I...I guess you did.

Have you, um...have you got somewhere to stay?

Do you need money for a hotel?

'Cause I've got some cash if...

You don't have to worry about money.

Uh... Yep.

You alright?

Barney?

Oh. Jesus.

I don't feel very well.

I need you to do me a favour.

OK, yep.

Morning, Nicole.

Um...yes.

Red?

Barney's as sick as a dog. He thought you could use a hand.

You're many things, Cleaver, but you're not a killer.

I call Callum Dalgleish McGregor.

Your Honour,

my friend, the accused,

is yet again attempting to mock this court

by turning these proceedings

into another of his lamentable circuses.

Every witness my friend attempts to call

is a citizen of high office

whom he seeks to traduce for his own base motives.

Mr Greene, the fact that you may share

a certain history with Mr McGregor

has no inherent probative value whatsoever.

Your Honour, this is a witch-hunt

being conducted at the behest of the Attorney-General.

Mr Greene, for the very, very last time,

I do not grant leave to subpoena Mr McGregor.

We will break there. We will resume at two o'clock.

All rise.

Why don't you call me?

What?

Call me. I used to work for Cal.

I know where a couple of bodies are buried.

The judge isn't going to let you get in the box.

What?

Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Your Honour, I call Scarlet Rachel Engels.

Your Honour...

Ms Engels is not only known as a friend of the accused,

she is also a disgruntled former employee

of the Attorney-General with an axe to grind.

It's just another act in the same circus.

Indeed it is.

I have had dozens of conversations

with Cal McGregor

in which he spoke with unnerving zeal

of his desire to be the author of Mr Greene's demise.

He bragged of his 'Cleaver Unit',

officers whose sole purpose was to intimidate...

..and harass Mr Greene.

Let me make this clear. I do have an axe to grind.

Because Cal McGregor is abusing his power,

and in the interests of democracy

and the people of the state, he must be stopped.

Now I am prepared to face any scrutiny from him or anyone else

but, as a lawyer, I would rather answer those questions

in a court of law and under oath

where the penalty for perjury is severe.

How about you, Cal?

Thank you.

Ah, we just have to sit tight, boys.

Once the guilty verdict's in,

her words will be lining budgie cages.

I like to be watched while I'm doing it.

I don't...I don't fool around with her.

I mean, that would be just sick,

but just...having her in the room, it just helps, you know?

Just in terms of my performance.

Does she have a name? Yeah.

Ruth. Ruth.

Yeah, Ruth.

I...I don't have to talk to her or anything.

Just helps if she's in the room.

Watching?

Does that idea bother you?

Wendy, I like you.

I like you so much, and I'd hate this to be a deal breaker.

Every other aspect of my life, I am completely normal,

almost to the point of boring.

So...

..c-could we just give it a try?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Who is it?

Kirsty, this is Melissa.

Cleaver's friend.

Oh!

Got the money?

You know, you've saved yourself a lot of grief.

What about Cleaver?

Oh, it's neither here nor there. His life's over.

He gets to cross-examine you today.

Oh, big fuckin' whoopee.

He can't break me and he knows it.

He also knows what really happened. So?

It's the story you spin in this town that counts.

And I'm gonna keep spinning my story

until Cleaver Greene is in jail for the rest of his life.

Why?

The combination's 4-3-7.

Is it all in there?

There's no money. There's no fuckin' money!

What the fuck is this?

Col.

You're gonna fuckin' die, bitch!

And I'm gonna fuckin' bury you

where no-one will ever look for you!

Do you understand me?

Fuck!

Oh, hello.

Is this some kind of joke, Cleaver?

Ah, Kirsty. How are you?

Yeah, well, there are gonna be some serious fuckin' consequences.

Kirsty, if you look up to your right,

you'll notice what looks like an abandoned truck.

Now, inside that truck, there's a film crew.

It's amazing what you can pick up

on a long lens these days, you know?

I'm also reliably informed that

there's quite a few of those teensy-weensy little

cameras and microphones inside Melissa's car.

And if you squint your beady little eyes,

you'll notice me marching forward

with, uh, Polly Nesbitt from the 'Today Project'.

I've been under a course of strong medication

for rheumatoid arthritis.

Um, and I've been suffering from...

..persistent and acute sciatica.

I'm told the medication may have caused auditory hallucinations...

..along with a sense of anxiety and paranoia.

I've also recently been diagnosed with depression.

As a consequence, my perception of events

may be less than reliable...

..and, uh, my conduct erratic,

given my, um, unpredictable mood swings.

I wish to apologise without reservation to the court...

..for any misleading testimony I may have given

regarding Mr Greene's conduct.

I find the witness in contempt.

Take him down.

Questions must be asked as to why

these two witnesses were prepared to perjure themselves.

Was it simply for personal reasons,

or were they in fact suborned to give false evidence?

Is this in fact yet another conspiracy

orchestrated by Cal McGregor?

In the interests of what's left of justice in this state,

the Attorney-General must face this court and explain himself.

Mr McGregor, will you be resigning after this behaviour?

This is disgraceful. The public needs answers, Mr McGregor.

I made you premier, Stevie.

Just like you made Claudia premier, Cal.

Don't try to play the loyalty card with me.

Here's what's going to happen next, in plain English.

You're going to ring your fuckwit uni mate at the DPP

and you're going to tell him to call you as a witness.

And you are gonna answer every question Cleaver Greene puts to you

with a fucking smile.

And you are gonna put this thing to bed, or you're finished, Cal.

Do you understand?

Let me be crystal clear about this.

I have never met Kirsty Corella or Colin Mancusi.

Never? Never.

And the idea that I would suborn anyone to give false evidence

is offensive and absurd.

Mm. But you could have directed others to approach them.

I could have, but I didn't. Indeed.

Thank you, Mr McGregor.

Mr McGregor, are you aware that the charge against me

was originally manslaughter?

I am.

Can you tell the court how the charge came to be upgraded

to one of conspiracy to commit murder?

No idea. You'd have to ask your learned friend.

Is it not the case that you used your influence

to have the charge upgraded as a result of media interviews I gave

which you found a little bit embarrassing?

That is not the case, Mr Greene.

Because, of course, my learned friend here

is also your old uni pal

and the man that you appointed director of public prosecutions.

Your Honour, this is outrageous!

Mr Greene, unless you have evidence

of a conspiracy between the Attorney-General and the Crown,

I cannot allow this line of questioning to proceed.

Your Honour, it's painfully obvious.

Mr Greene, I have had enough.

I'll move on, Your Honour. You better had.

Mr McGregor, why on earth did you break into my apartment

and tell me that you'd planted cocaine there?

That never happened.

But you'll agree, will you not,

that you had me arrested on April the 2nd

for a child abduction that never took place.

Oh, I don't know what you're talking about, Mr Greene.

I see.

So you know nothing of my arrests, variously,

for, uh, car theft, sexual assault,

uh, desecration of a church,

burning down a kindergarten.

On each of these occasions, no charges were actually pressed.

This is all pure fiction, Mr Greene.

I see, Mr McGregor.

So let's be very clear here.

What you're saying is that you never directed your police force

to harass or intimidate me in any way?

That is exactly what I'm saying, Mr Greene.

You're aware, Mr McGregor, that you're under oath here.

Of course.

I would never abuse my office

or the trust of the people of this great state in that way.

No further questions, thank you, Your Honour.

Very well. You may be excused, Mr McGregor.

Do you have anything else, Mr Greene,

or can we proceed to closing addresses?

Um, there are one or two things, Your Honour.

What's this about?

I'm a friend of Cleaver Greene's.

I'm also a barrister.

I understand you're looking for some free legal assistance.

Your Honour, I call Phillip Andrew Saunders.

A Justin Bieber bracelet, Constable Saunders.

Do you remember one of those?

Uh, Your Honour, Mr Saunders is a former constable.

My apologies, Your Honour.

Former Constable Saunders,

do you recall one of these bracelets?

I do.

So you recall the fact that on the 21st of February,

you were directed to come to my flat in order to intimidate me.

I was.

Who actually directed you to attend my apartment that night?

My watch commander. I see.

And did you further arrest me on April the 2nd of this year

in relation to the abduction of a child?

I did.

Now, where did this abduction take place?

I don't know where the abduction took place.

We were just told to bring you in.

Right.

Was I charged? No.

Again, my watch commander told me to bring you in.

Thank you, former Constable Saunders.

Senior Sergeant Wilson,

you were the watch commander on the night in question.

Is there any record of anyone filing a complaint in this matter?

No.

Then why did you order my arrest?

I...I got a call from the Deputy Commissioner's office.

Deputy Commissioner,

how did you come to be involved in my arrest for child abduction?

I received an order to arrest you from the Minister's office.

Did this order come from the Minister's office

or from the Minister himself?

The Minister himself.

At last! The truth emerges.

That man, ladies and gentlemen, is the true criminal in this court.

That man is the despot who ought... Order! ORDER!

Mr Greene!

I have been addicted

to prescription medication for the past year.

I have relied on it heavily since the...

..the breakdown of my marriage.

I wasn't warned of the potentially profound side effects.

Be that as it may, Mr McGregor...

..I will be remanding you on a charge of contempt

as charges of perjury are contemplated.

Justice, when it is done,

reflects well on us, don't you reckon?

Not just the lawyers, not just court, but society as a whole.

And, today, it reflects spectacularly well

because, today, we are reminded that no man is above the law.

Not even the chief law officer of this state.

Your Honour, in these circumstances,

I must once again move for dismissal.

Your Honour, uh, whilst there is clearly an issue

of potential malfeasance on the Attorney-General's part,

Mr Greene has not produced a single shred of evidence

that any such malfeasance took part in relation

to this charge of conspiracy to murder.

Uh, Your Honour...

Quiet, Mr Greene.

Please, go on, Mr Crown.

I would respectfully submit, Your Honour,

that the Crown has clearly established

both motive on Mr Greene's part

as well as a connection with his co-accused,

who told this court that Mr Greene alone

came to him and paid him to kill Lane Hole.

Mr Greene.

Do you have any tangible evidence

that Mr McGregor conspired in this particular matter against you?

Your Honour, I have clearly established a pattern of beha...

I didn't ask about a pattern.

Do you have actual evidence

of corrupt practices on Mr McGregor's part

in terms of this specific charge

of conspiracy to murder?

I take it by your silence that you do not.

Members of the jury, I must warn you

not to let the events of today

taint what you would otherwise consider as solid evidence

and I also must direct that in contemplating your verdict,

you disregard the fact that Mr McGregor

was found in contempt by this court

and disregard the fact that he may face charges of perjury.

You must rely on the solid evidence.

Your Honour...

Hi, mate.

Hey, Dad.

How's Tara?

She's good.

God says hi.

Ah.

Well, give him my regards.

How long will it take for a verdict?

Could be hours. Could be days.

I've been thinking I might be ready to go back to the bar.

But defence now.

You know what I think my problem's been?

Ever since I was a kid, I had this expectation

that I should be happy all the time.

But there's always gonna be unhappiness in the world.

There's always gonna be shit we cry about,

shit we ought to cry about.

What business do we have wanting to be happy 100% of the time?

Hm?

So what do you reckon?

70/30 - happiness and unhappiness?

That's realistic, don't you think?

It was Nicole I had the affair with.

Cleaver's Nicole.

What?

She's pregnant and the baby's mine.

I don't know what she's thinking of doing.

I guess this is part of the 30%.

How say you?

We find the defendant, Darcy Robert Lachlan,

guilty of conspiracy to murder.

We find the defendant, Cleaver Greene,

guilty of conspiracy to murder.

Darcy Lachlan.

Your cooperation in this matter does you some credit.

I sentence you to 10 years imprisonment

with a non-parole period of six years.

Cleaver Greene.

As a barrister, you have a duty to this court.

Your conduct has disgraced it and yourself.

You took the law into your own hands

and now you must pay the penalty.

I sentence you... to 14 years imprisonment...

..with a non-parole period of eight years.

Such is life.

♪ I've wandered far

♪ Away from God

♪ Now

♪ I'm comin'

♪ Comin' home

♪ The path of sin

♪ Too long I've trod

♪ Lord

♪ I'm comin', I'm comin' home... ♪

Ladies and gentlemen, as you're aware,

I'm honoured to have been elected to lead

the New South Wales Parliamentary Labor Party.

My goals are simple -

to reform this once great party

and win back the trust of the people of New South Wales.

♪ Lord

♪ I'm comin'

♪ I'm comin'... ♪

You alright?

OK then.

You are Lane Hole, aren't you?

Good.

♪ So this is the end of

♪ The end of my story, story

♪ This is the end of

♪ The end of my story, story

♪ Everything is hunky-dory, dory

♪ Children of the Lord

♪ Children of the Lord. ♪

Evening, boys.