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You a spy?

One of those sleeper cells
who's going to kill us all one night?

We had another break-in.

- Did they leave another note?
- No.

But I think it was just Ed's
way of saying "I'm thinking of you."

The only mention of our child
in your little story

was on a card, and it was misspelled.

Three months ago, I got a bill
for the rescue for the balloon

from the Australian
and New Zealand navies.

$ 1.2 million, Cleave.

I need Cleaver!

Barney, don't go, please!
Please! I beg you, please don't go!

I need help. I need help. I need help.

- Oh! Oh.
- Oh!

- Ah!

Max! Max, it's OK.

I don't know how to stop this.

Fortunately, I do.

Good morning, Mr. Greene.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

You know, it used to be
just people interacting, you know.

It was something real.

You followed that.
That was the conflict.

Yeah, well I still fuckin' like 'em.

Well, I've reached my threshold.
That's what I was saying.

I mean, they were great
when they started, you know -

they were a break from the convention,

but now it's like
there's nothing but them.

That's all I'm saying.

Yeah, well,
I still fuckin' like 'em.

You don't wanna go to war
over this, Stig, OK?

I'm just saying I think that reality
shows have had their day, yeah?

I mean, I still watch
the occasional bit of Jamie Oliver.

- Oh, yeah.
- I'll admit that, alright?

But I need story.

I need authentic narrative
that draws me in,

that takes me to a place
I haven't been before

and then gives me
some fuckin' meaning at the end.

- Yeah.
- I agree.

- You know what I'm saying?
- I agree.

I mean, who needs all these game shows

with fuckin' tools in togs
getting voted off an island

by a bunch of other tools in togs

because he couldn't find the
chocolate bar inside the treasure chest?

I mean...Come on.

We don't... I mean, whose reality's
that? It's not my reality.

Jesus Christ, I haven't got
all day. He said 10:00, yeah?

Ah, yeah.

Come on, who needs to watch

yet another fuckwit

who wants to open
an Asian fusion Devonshire teahouse

sobbing into burnt broccoli?

- Not the cutters?
- No.

Just out of interest,
what...what did you...

..what did you boys like to watch
when you were little kids?

What spoke to you?

What fired your interest?

Oh, I always liked that, um, wrestling.

Yeah.

I did, eh.

- No, I liked...
- Yeah?

..I liked a bit of that too.

- What time you got, Stig?
- Uh, 9:57.

I loved the wrestling.

Loved it!

What about film?

After you, Ms Brown.

Huntley-Brown, actually.

We'll be needing two glasses.

Thank you.

Good to see you.

So where's Shirl?

You know you can't even smoke in prison
anymore.

Poor lamb.
She's in the parking lot with Qi.

Qi? Who's Qi? What happened to Sybilla?

She's strayed again, has she?
Oh, I'm sorry.

Leopards and spots, my darling,
leopards and spots.

When will I ever learn?

But don't we need her?

I mean, she's been a valuable member
of this team for 20 years now.

She knows a lot.

It's 126 charges, Hunter.

You need a junior.

I'm aware of that.

Shirl and I have been
considering our options very carefully.

There is only one choice -

Cleaver.

Cleaver? Cleaver Greene?!

Think about it.

Is there any other Cleaver?

Oh. Oh...

He's with Raymond.

Oh, shit.

Sometimes they make a good film,
sometimes they make a shit film!

It happens!

I just don't think an Edith Wharton
novel was the way for Scorsese to go!

Yes, but to me, it's all about the
costumes and the production design!

What I like about Scorsese is...
Oh, God!

About time.

- Here, hold this.
- Well, should I get started?

No! Mate, he was very specific, yes?

Specific.

Yes, Ed?

What? I'm sorry?

No, mate, I'm on the verge here.

This is incredibly unprofessional.

I put a lot of work into these jobs.

You know, they don't just happen because
you click your fingers at me, buddy.

Alright, fine.

But I want my money.

- Bastard!

Do you understand

that I will determine who I kill

and the circumstances
in which I kill them?

You can tell him that
when you see him in hell.

Ray! Stop!

The boss tells you to stop,
you fuckin' stop.

I'M the boss!

No, you're not!

How many times
do we have to go through that? Fuck!

Who's the boss?

Not you.

That was a good show, though.
In the '80s.

- Did you see it?
- Who's The Boss?

- Tony Danza?
- Yeah.

- Fuck, he was funny.
- Oh, I loved that show.

Loved that guy.

Get out. They're expecting you.

Deliveries for the rear.

Oh, I think I'm here to meet someone.

Whom?

I don't know whom,
although there was a young lady...

It's alright, Janet. He's with me.

Very good, Ms Huntley-Brown.

Hunter?

But there is
the matter of the dress code.

Indeed there is, Janet.

Could you be a dear
and help Mr Greene out?

Apologies, Cleaver.

This is a woman's only club and they do
have some quaint house rules.

Let me be perfectly frank, my darling.

126 charges - it's too much for me,
Cleaver.

I'm beyond autumn, and already feeling
the bite of oncoming winter.

The load is too burdensome.

I don't just need a junior.
I need co-counsel.

So Edgar wants me to be your co-counsel?
That makes sense.

I mean, I've just spent four months
in hiding from the man.

Yet he speaks so fondly of you.

I was this close to an unanaesthetised
colonoscopy courtesy of him.

Time to forgive and forget.

Come on, have some nibbles.

- I don't want nibbles.
- They do excellent nibbles.

I don't want nibbles.
I want my life back.

- And you shall have it.

You will be paid handsomely, of course.

And...given the high profile
of the trial...

Right. Yeah.

Suppose it...suppose it will be
quite high profile.

- No bigger trial.

And we have
a very good chance of victory.

There's no chance of victory.

Most of the murders are fine.

A lot of the witnesses have mysteriously
disappeared over the years

or come to an untimely conclusion.

The money laundering could be
a bit tricky, but that's my department.

The arms dealing?

Heavily padded there.

And the drugs -
hundreds of kilos of coke!

That's where you come to the fore,
my co-counsel.

You know these people.

You know their mindset.

And you have a spanking track record
of defending drug dealers.

Cleaver, you're a lawyer.

You have a duty to justice.

What do you say?

What sort of fee are we talking?

- Weren't you once a lawyer?
- And a damn good one!

What kind of bloody madras curry
law school did you go to, eh?

Look, let me
put it into layman's terms for you,

you Sheikness, or whatever you want to
bloody call yourself.

Rip him into, Cal.

Your brother is happy
wandering the streets,

spouting this bile while
in possession of a deadly weapon...

What weapon?

He was not armed.
It was a walking stick.

Oh, why don't you both just hop
on a plane and get the hell out of here?

I tell you what,
I'll chip in for the airfare.

I'm Cal McGregor, and we'll be
right back after this short break.

But when it came to the 126 charges
against criminal lawyer Edgar Thompson,

the former New South Wales
attorney-general

seemed positively reverential

when it came to
the presumption of innocence.

The charges against Mr Thompson
are many and serious.

But we mustn't rush to judgement
on this matter.

We must be patient and calm,

and pay the justice system, as a whole,
the respect it so thoroughly deserves.

So, whatever happened
to the idea of justice for all,

and not simply justice for one's mates?

Yes, surprise, surprise -

not one single news outlet

has reported the fact
that Edgar Thompson

was once described by Mr McGregor
as "one of my oldest and best mates.

"The sort of bloke
you would die in a ditch for."

Fuckin' smug ABC arsehole!

Where the fuck they get that from?

Cleaver, this is Shirl.

You know Shirl.

- Yes.
- She's just back from Tokyo.

Hello, Shirl.

- And this is Qi.

Longest bloody flight of my life.

Eight fucking sleeping tablets
just to make the distance.

Smoked five fags
before I could get in the taxi.

Yeah,
then we stopped halfway for two more.

Yes, we did, my lover.

Don't you just want
a handful of that for yourself?

I was just speaking to Cleaver
about the drug charges.

- You do your thing, Cleaver.

Just remember,
this case is really about money.

That's how they're going to get him,
alright?

- Really, darling...
- 12.3 million in Swelt bonds.

12.6.

A billion in derivatives

run through three instrumentalities
in Budapest and a Cameroon trust.

1.265 billion.

746K in Buda Bank.

5.1 in Cameroon.

But that is nothing
without Liechtenstein.

I hope you're listening to me, Hunter.

Like gems from the bard, petal.

You need to build a wall
around fuckin' Liechtenstein.

Get them to focus on the Caymans
and the Dutch Antilles.

I can camouflage that easy peasy.

If Liechtenstein goes down, though,
the body count will be Somme-like.

Don't we need to consider the charges...

Are you fuckin' deaf?
There is only Liechtenstein.

Shirley, I think you need
to go back on the patches.

I don't call this a paper.
I don't even call it a rag.

I don't think it's worthy of the title
'dunny roll'.

Even in extremis, gentlemen,
I would not put this near my bum.

We're all on edge
with this Thompson thing, but...

Hey! I am in the frame here now!

You blokes have to understand
one thing - you are expendable.

What matters is if I go down.

I am the past, present
and future of our voice in this state.

But I can't seem to go too soft on him
'cause of this Media Watch fuckery.

Nor can we.

So, our esteemed
Director of Public Prosecutions,

what can we offer Edgar
to buy his silence?

Nothing more.

Cal, there were potentially 500 charges.

We've whittled them down to 126.
We can't forgive any more.

Our hands are tied, Cal.
This is in the legal realm now.

There are 57 charges that have political
implications and/or connections.

Yes, mainly concerning
very large donations to both parties

from nonexistent entities
both foreign and domestic.

Then there's a little extortion,
bribery and a bunch of land deals.

If we could shake those 57 free...

No, it would stink of political
expediency. You can't.

So, what, you're
going to be Ed's junior barrister?

No, his co-counsel.

Oh, Cleave, this is the frog
and the scorpion all over again.

Look, I didn't exactly
have a mountain of choice.

It wasn't like, "Oh, do you want
an all-expenses jaunt to the Maldives,

"or do you want to represent Ed?"

- I'm just happy to be alive, right?
- You do have choices, Cleaver.

You go to the cops,
you tell them he had you kidnapped,

you tell them they nearly killed you.

Yeah, right.

The last cop I met
was wearing a bullet in his brain.

Right - so you're now...
you're going to be representing

the man that you hid from
for four months.

Ah...

- Cleave, have you spent any time at all
reflecting on the patterns in your life?

On the upside, it'll be very well paid
and very high profile.

Could be just what I need.

This is Edgar Thompson
we're talking about.

The man who hid cocaine
in our vacuum cleaner.

Uh, no, he didn't, actually.

- You said it was him.
- I was a little strung out at the time

and you'd found
all my other hiding places.

What?

Oh.

Not a fuckin' word.

You weren't around to tell, Cleave.

Oh, and you didn't think
it might be polite to wait?

You didn't think I might be interested
to know I was being evicted

from the only place I've ever lived in
for the last 12 years?

12 years free rent, Cleave.

You forget it was me your father
asked to keep you out of prison

on some very serious drug charges.

I was innocent! The jury said so.

The jury said so because of me,
and I never billed you for it.

This flat, that was the deal
I struck with your dad on a handshake.

That was the way we rolled
back then in those days -

handshakes between men.

God rest his soul.

I would have done three years tops,
Cleave.

Three years.
That's nine years free rent, OK?

Enough. Enough is enough.
Finito, capisce? You're out.

Done.
Capisce. Fuck me.

Where's...what have you done
with my stuff? Capisce?

Are you gonna pay for your coffee?

- Anna, it's me.
- Hey, stranger.

- You got my invite?
- Yep, I'm looking at it.

- You coming?
- Uh, depends.

- Did you invite Bevan?
- Yep.

And he's coming, right?

- Yep.

Then no, I can't.

I couldn't face him.

Last time I saw him was our wedding day
and I was carrying another man's baby.

- He's moved on, Nic. He's forgiven you.

How can he move on?
I haven't forgiven myself.

I spent a year just staring in a mirror

trying to figure out who the hell I am
and how I could do that to him.

- He's fine.
He's gone on to great things.

You should check out his website.

He apparently made a fortune
out of this app he created.

I told him you might come, and he said
that he'd love to see you again.

Bevan did not say that.

- Well, he said he wouldn't kill you,

which in the context of you being
a skank ho is about the same thing.

Please come.

I'll think about it.

Bevan? No way!

- How'd it go?
- With the insurance guys?

Fantastic!
My God, what a fabulous bunch.

Right -
so I take it we're still on the hook.

You know, both of the armed services,
Australian and Kiwi,

used three choppers each.

That's six choppers
to find one man in a balloon.

It's a scam!

I mean, if they're not at war,
what else are they doing?

Rescuing people for profit.

Well, tell 'em you'll pay for petrol.

Six choppers, two frigates,
assorted "supporting vessels",

one poor bastard in a balloon.

"That'll be $1.2 million,
thank you, sir.

"Now, will that be cash or credit?

"Or will you be splitting the bill
with Mr fucking Greene?"

Are we still having dinner?

He has to accept responsibility
for this.

If I have to take him dancing,
I'll do so.

OK. Betsy.

No, Cleave - not Betsy.

- Not Betsy?
- No, she stinks.

She's not coming into my house.

She doesn't stink.

And how...there's so much activity,
so many years of...

A mattress is not a piece of fruit.

You can't eat the mattress
and throw the peel away.

Are you misquoting Miller?

I don't...I don't know, actually.

Well, currently, Cleave,

she's strapped to a wall
covered in piss and come stains,

so I'm not convinced you've shown her
the respect that she may have deserved.

Alright, fine.
Gwyneth comes with me.

Gwyneth...Gwyneth predates you.

Actually, I think Gwyneth
predates Gwyneth.

Cleave,

Gwyneth is a symbol of everything
about your manky life that doesn't work

and you know it.

Oh, very nice.

Let's just give her to a DNA lab
and they can deal with it.

Very... Actually, I am drawing
a line in the sand.

Do you know what?

She has been my rock
through many an emotional storm.

No, Cleaver,
she's not coming into my house.

OK, fine. I'll stay here.

With Gwyneth.

You can't trust any of them.
They all want your job.

The real question is,
why would anyone want my job?

- Six of them are waiting to pounce.
- I know, Chris. I live and breathe.

- Where are we headed?
- Toko.

- In the city?
- That's what the email says.

David, don't cave on Ed Thompson.

You've never met him.
They can't throw shit on you about him.

Take it up to them.

That's how
you can differentiate yourself.

If I take it up to them,
I'll lose over half my front bench,

because over half my front bench
have done more than just meet him.

Then name them and shame them.

Call their bluff.

This is the resurrection.

It's him.

- Hello?
- Harry!

- Sorry. David.
- Yes, Stevie?

- It's time
we reached out to each other, mate.

You know,
hands across the water sort of thing.

On what particular issue would that be,
Steven?

Homelessness?

This Thompson business.

Really? Thompson?
Now there's a surprise.

It's not going to go well
for either of us, mate.

Your party is dead in the water
if he blows his bugle.

We've got to work together on this.

There's just too many bodies, mate.

Right, so we can't get together
on the environment, affordable housing,

domestic violence,

but we can get together
to save a criminal sociopath.

Is that right?

Yep, well, I see your point, Steven,
but...

There is a principle at stake here,
and that...

Right.

OK.

No! That is the final word, OK?
That's my position.

Fuck him, fuck you, fuck the lot of you.

He's hung up, hasn't he?

- Mm, a while back.
- When did he hang up?

After you said no?

No, just after I caved in entirely
on Thompson.

Please don't speak until after lunch.

So, Cleave, this is
just for a couple of days, right?

What?
Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it.

Yeah, come on, it'll be great!
Be like old times, huh?

That's exactly what I'm afraid of. Here.

What do you mean, afraid of?

Come on, don't be so negative.

I know life in the fast lane
can be a little blustery at times...

- Oh, blustery?
- ..but it can also be fun, can't it?

What about Vegas, huh?

- You really want to bring up Vegas?

Alright, Vegas is a bad example.

What about...
what about...Christmas in Denmark?

- Mmm...
- Positano?

- Yeah, well...
- Beautiful.

- Yeah, that was OK.
- Beautiful.

That was mainly to do
with the location.

What about Marrakesh? Beautiful.

Oh, two weeks in a hash haze
courtesy of guess who.

Well, that was a gift, if you remember,

for being, as he put it,

"the best associate that he'd ever
had in his entire stinking life," huh?

He needed to repay my skills...

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

That was my present to you
on our first wedding anniversary.

I know. I know.

Bet if I looked hard enough,
I'd find a gas bill from 1985.

"Merry Christmas to darling Wendy,
from Santa."

1978, no less.

- Hi, David.
- Hi, David!

Hi, guys.

- How are we?
- We're great, thanks, David.

Better take your shoes off.
Mum's new rule in the house.

Well, I'd better obey her rules, then,
huh?

Yeah, we have to wear slippers now.

Mum said we should give you these.

Oh, wow.

Thank you, guys.

That means a lot. Thank you.

What the hell is...

Oh, what the hell is that?!

- Who did this, huh?

- Did you do this? Did you?
- Mum!

- Mum!
- Mum!

Did you do this?

- Did you?
- Let him go!

What are you doing to my children?

This is not funny, alright?
All of you!

You! You leave my children alone.

They put dog shit in my slippers,
Scarlet.

Let's...let's not leap to conclusions.

What dog on earth
takes a dump in both slippers?

Or have you trained it to do that?

Did you do this?

You promise me?

They say they didn't.

Under the circumstances...

They have been playing
stupid practical jokes on me

ever since I first walked in here!

It's your word against theirs, David.

OK.

They put dog shit in my slippers,
Scarlet.

Dog shit!

Cleave! Where are you?
I've been dying to see you!

Ah, I'm meeting Barn at the Wood.

- The Wood?

The Wood on Crown or the Wood on Foster?

- Foster.
- Cool.

I'm...I'm, like, five minutes away.

OK. Can you make it a halfer?

I've got some stuff
to talk to Barn about.

Yep. See you in a halfer.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Come on, give us a cuddle.

Huh?

If it leads to sex, it leads to sex.

What can you do?

Oh, yes.

Oh, you've made a little effort for me.
That's nice.

Fuck!

Fuck...

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

- $1.2 million, Cleave.
- Yeah.

That's the bill.

- That's a lot.
- I didn't book the balloon.

I never met the guy
who owned the balloon.

I wasn't the one
who untethered the balloon.

- I was just the guy...
- Just the guy in the basket, yep.

Yes, I've heard it.

Um...look, don't worry.
It won't be a problem.

It is a problem.

I've spent the day with their lawyers.

I've had to put up 50 grand just so
they won't start proceedings against me.

Was that wise?

I mean, what about culpability?

Did you game that out very well?

Where's all your medical insurance,
mate?

I doubt it even covers me
for a heart attack,

let alone getting lost in a balloon.

Hold on a minute.

Did you say they're taking proceedings
against me, meaning you?

Yeah.

Right. So they're not making
any claims against me, as such?

- Cleaver, don't you fucking dare.
- What?

OK. It's alright, Nana.

Alright, calm down.

A nice hot cup of tea, a Bex,
little lie-down.

It's alright. I will deal with it.

But you won't deal with it.

You will lie, procrastinate, hide,

then run away
and leave me in the shit to sort it out

because that is all you ever bloody do!

- Hey!

Mate...

..what about we try and remember the
circumstances in which this arose, OK?

Don't poke me, please.

Well, I'm just poking you
in the same way as you poked me, huh?

To make your little point.

Well, do it without your finger.

Well, what do you want me
to poke you with, huh?

You need to hear this.

You had cancer, my friend,
and I was looking after you.

Your life was shit.
And what did I do?

I got you a beautiful gift.
A balloon ride.

And, yes, things might have
gone a little awry, OK,

and you went to New Zealand,

but my intentions were good.

Oh, you can't even do good well.

Who's got all the morning TV shows?

Who's got all the book deals?

Who doesn't have cancer anymore?

I bet you're fuckin' raking it in, mate.

And so far,
not so much as a, "Thank you, Cleave."

You're not serious?

I am serious.

You are a walking Fukushima reactor.

Oh, well, fuck you, Shima.
Let go of my fuckin' finger.

I told you not to poke me.
You wouldn't listen.

Now I've got yours.

And now I've got yours!

- Let it go.

Oh, no!
Oh, what's gonna happen now?

Oh, spooky!

Spooky, isn't it? Let go, fuckhead.

No, you let go of mine,
then I'll let go of yours.

What is this,
a bloody Balinese finger puppetry?

Let go of the fuckin' finger!

Alright, Barney, I'll let go.
I'll let go first, OK?

Alright, we'll let go together.

Here we go. One, two...

Don't do that again.

- Hey!
- What?

- That?
- No, no, no, no - more like that.

That?!

This, eh? Yes?

- Yeah.
- Ohh!

Come on!

Come on! Come on, fuckhead!

Yeah, you fuckin'...

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Sorry.

I don't know. I just saw red.

Right.

So, not Barney and me - red?

Pretty much.

You OK?

Oh, don't touch me, either of you.

You're on the hook for this, Cleave.

Yeah, yeah. Lady's finger.

Oh, this is a shade below
the penthouse suite at the Sheraton

from last time.

- This? It's just a place to crash.
It's only very temporary.

Most of my money's
still tied up in the States.

I had a lot of legal bills
after this whole Lyle bullshit.

He's such a prick.
Can't believe I fell for him.

Yeah.

Anyway, I actually have
this amazing apartment lined up,

but the fucking real estate agent!

So this is me for a week, maybe two.

It is so good to see you.

Mm-hm.

You too.

I see it now, you know.

You've always been
the one that's there for me.

Mm-hm.

Miss? What's going on?

Nothing.

- Uh-huh...

Just writing another bestseller.

Uh-huh...

You know, when I'm in my writing mode,
I just go into my own world, you know?

- Mm-hm.
Um...

So...party night.

Are you...holding?

- Holding?
- You know...

Yeah, yeah, I know what holding means.

Um...how much are you doing?

Me? Hardly any.

The odd social line.

Come on - don't bullshit a bullshitter.

I've read the papers, for one thing.

I was just thinking
that we could have some fun.

Don't you remember the old party nights?

Mmm.

From memory you used to know
a guy called, uh...Sam.

Um, this isn't a party night,
sweetheart,

and, no, I don't do it anymore.

But you probably still have his number,
wouldn't you?

Sam is the last person you need to see,
my darling.

Um, where's the bathroom?
I've got to clean this shit off me.

Oh, it's just down the hall.

I was just asking.

- I'm OK.
- Mm-hm.

I know fucked up when I see it.

Do you remember when you used to come
and visit me in rehab?

Remember what that looked like?

Now, listen,
I've had a bit of a bad day today,

but I'm going to call you
first thing in the morning,

and we're going to sort you out.

Alright?

I love you.

I love you too.

Enough not to give you Sam's number.

Sleep, darlin'.

Sam, Sam, Sam.

Is this Sam?
I'm a friend of Cleaver Greene's.

Sorry to wake you. Wrong Sam.

Yes. Cleaver Greene, Sam.

I'm just in from out of town
and he said I should give you a call.

Yes, this is Cleaver Greene's phone.

He lent it to me.

No, I will not tell him that!

Fuck you!

We did do it.

I know you did.

Go back to bed, sweetheart.

I don't feel like talking anymore.

Hi. What are you doing here?

I just, uh, need to see the kids.

- It's not your night.
- Is David here?

No, he's gone.

Well, come on in, then.

Um, I'll just see 'em
and then I'll go, OK?

You OK?

Yeah. David and I had a fight.

- The kids...
- What about them?

- What did he do?
- No, he didn't do anything.

It was just... It was...

..a misunderstanding.

What do you want?

To see you.

You're still vitamising compost, I see.

Oh!

Can you please do up your dressing-gown?

Oh, nothing
that you haven't seen before, baby.

It's not something I particularly want
to be reminded of.

What happened to you last night?

Oh, got into a bit of a tangle
with Barn.

Where's my fucking phone?

I can't find it any...

Can I borrow yours?

Well, you're borrowing everything else.

Right. What's my number?

You don't know your number?

Who knows their own numbers these days?

- Nobody knows their own numbers.
- It's in my phone.

We all used to know
each other's numbers -

you remember, in the pre-Cambrian era?

Mm.

Friendly, friendly times,
the olden days.

We all knew each other's numbers.

OK, it's not under C or G.
What's it under?

S for Sexy Pants?

Or is it under D for Darling Heart?

- It's under E.
- E? What's E?

Actually, it's probably easier
if I just...

- Cleaver, can you give me the phone?
- Edwards.

El...

- ..Fucko.

- That's my number. 'El Fucko'?
- Oh, sorry.

- Are you serious?
- Sorry! I'm sorry!

That's my number?

It's just something that Fuzz heard me
saying about you when he was little

and then he started saying it and then
sometimes when you're not around we...

- It's just...it's a joke.
- Oh, 'we'?

Oh, so my boy has been calling me
El Fucko since he was a boy?

It's a nickname. A nickname.

That's not a nickname.

Fatty is a n... Hendo is a nickname.

- Curly is a nickname.

That's...

So what,
did Barney punch you in the face?

Uh, no, Missy punched me...

..Missy punched me in the f...

Let me just give El Fucko a bell.

Miss, it's me.

I know what you're doing.

I know you flogged my fucking phone so
you can get in touch with my ex-dealer,

but I need it back, OK?

I'm about to defend Australia's biggest
crim! Give me back my phone!

Thank you very much.

Shit.

Don't know
how we came up with that nickname.

So we thought we'd have this lunch

to make it clear
that we wish Edgar godspeed,

and that comes from both sides
of the house.

Well, God tends
to set an excellent pace.

I presume that means
you're picking up the bill, Cal.

And although we're not really
in a position to influence the courts...

Oh, please. As if one would ask.

Absolutely.

But, Hunter, let me just say firstly,
we do need a bit of clarification, guys,

on who's picking up the tab here.

Cleaver, the lunch is on me.
Go hog wild.

Very well.

Garcon.

We have persuaded Norton here,

really for reasons of clarification
more than anything else,

to substantially reduce
the number of charges against Edgar.

What do you think, Cleaver?

Well, the question is quantum, Hunter.

The quantum is the question.

Now, let me put it to you
on behalf of the defence, guys,

in a way
that is both rational and expository.

What in the name of fuck
are you offering us?

Apart from
the Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1975.

Well, we haven't really put an exact
number on it yet, have we, Norton?

No, not exact.

But the sort of figure
we're tossing around...

- Perhaps...
- Because...for argument's sake,

and I'm just pulling a number out
of the thin air here, you understand...

Of course.

..a reduction of 57 charges
clearly wouldn't work for Edgar.

The secret of good pate is to force-feed
the goose before you kill it.

That's when their organ juices
start to flow.

Let me put it another way.

How much jail time
would Edgar be prepared to spend?

Would he be comfortable with, say, 10?

10?

- Eight?
- Eight?!

Politically, anything less than eight
would be very, very tricky.

Anything less than 10 years
would be unconscionable.

You'd bring down the entire apparatus
of government.

Since when did the New South Wales
government have an apparatus?

Oh.

Mmm. Oh...my...God!

No, no, no. I won't do it.
I won't do it. All bets are off.

Oh, guys, just have a go at this.
It's going to change your life.

What do you want, Hunter?

Liechtenstein.

Absolutely not!

We are not dropping Liechtenstein.

Liechtenstein is there to stay.

Cleaver, could you be a dear
and just have a quick word with Shirl?

Oh, I suppose so.

Mmm.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Shirl, are we absolutely sure
Liechtenstein's all we want...

She's mine.

- You understand?
- What?

Qi. You keep your hands off him.

She? Him?
What are you talking about?

If I catch you trying anything,

there will be only one cock left
between the four of us, I swear to God.

Shirl...look,
you really need to focus now, OK?

Is Liechtenstein it?

Qi and I
have been going over the numbers again.

We might be weak on
the Honduras Petroleum Alliance as well.

You don't want Honduras.

We don't want Honduras.

OK.

- OK. Thank you, Qi.
- I'm watching you, Cleaver.

My dad was a vivisectionist.

And you.

Cleaver, my love, wonderful news.

Liechtenstein's off the table.

Apparently we need Honduras as well.

Some Petroleum Alliance
or some bullshit.

You've got to be joking.
I have to give them something.

As we have discussed, Norton, you will.

All in good time.

Eighteen grand for a bottle of plonk?!
Are you insane?

It seems entirely reasonable, Cal.

In fact...
we might as well have another bottle.

As well as Honduras.

No. No, no, no.

There's been no pressure
from government.

Look, these charges have been dropped

so that I can harness the full resources
of the Department of Public Prosecutions

on the more serious charges.

What's more serious
than murder?

No, it is not political.

The dropped charges
involved very few members of my party,

and those few members
regret it not going to trial.

They were very much looking forward
to clearing their names going forward.

So, Premier,

to these stories of a political fix
in the Edgar Thompson case.

Oh, boy, Cal -
you do ask the tough questions.

Well...

Let me assure you
there is nothing political here.

I know very little about the case,

and furthermore,
the separation of powers

between the government
and the judiciary is sacrosanct.

The idea of some sort of political fix
is ridiculous.

Mmm. No, I take your point, Premier.

There has been a lot of rubbish
published about Edgar Thompson,

especially by the Arseholes
Broadcasting Communism,

or the ABC,
as I like to call 'em for short.

I met the man once at a fundraiser
for handicapped children

and I have been pilloried for it.

I was driving the miniature train
for the kiddies,

and from memory,
Thompson was one of the guards.

Now, I may have put my arm around him
at some stage.

I'm a huggy kind of a guy.

You know, I fondle everyone.

Well, not the kids. Uh...

I'm Cal McGregor
and we'll take a short break.

G'day, Sam.

I had to spend half an hour

explaining your little friend's
phone call to my wife.

Fuck you, Cleaver!

My little friend didn't happen to tell
you where she'd be today, did she?

You see?

He wants to be friends.

Time to forgive and forget.

Oh, believe me, Hunter,
I'd like to forget everything.

What are you doing?

Just get... As you go through the files,
then we can...

- Yep.
- ..work out what's going on, alright?

Over the weeks ahead,

you will hear some of
the most extraordinary charges

ever heard in this place.

Extortion. Drug running.
Money laundering. Murder. Kidnapping.

The list is endless,

because the man in the dock,
Edgar Allan Thompson,

is possibly the most dangerous,
vindictive, evil man you will ever...

Uh... Um...

So, yes, anyway,
all this will come out

as we, uh...present our case against
him as we go along.

Ms Huntley-Brown.

Quick, quick, quick. Come on,
come on, come on, come on!

Pardon me, Your Honour.

So much paperwork.

And yet so little evidence.

Thaddeus Huntley-Brown, my late father,

was the Anglican vicar
of a small stone church in Surrey,

in England's green south.

The church, built in 1724,

was surrounded by fields

brimming with foxglove,
lupins, marigolds,

and the air was always rich
with a scent of roses.

That was my childhood.

And no matter what the weather,
my father and I would go a-rambling.

And I remember chatting to my father
on one of these precious walks

about some particularly awful murder.

And I said, in the plaintive voice
of a 10-year-old child,

"Oh, Daddy, I hope they hang the man
they arrested."

And he looked at me
with his gentle brown eyes...

..and said,

"I see you have already judged this man
and found him guilty.

"Like the Pharisees of old
who nailed our Lord to the cross,

"your judgement
has come before the trial."

I know in my heart that you, our jury,

will prove better judges
than the 10-year-old me.

Mr Greene.

Ladies and gentlemen,

my antecedents aren't quite as
picturesque as my learned co-counsel's.

My father
was the son of a Catholic priest.

Oh, fuck!

Now, let me turn to the children

whom Edgar Thompson
has helped through his foundation -

Oh, fuck,
she's talking about the foundation.

How many might not still be here
if it hadn't been...

Don't mention the foundation.

That's where he's hidden half the money.
Connects to Liechtenstein.

But let us not dwell
on all Edgar's good works.

To allegations of deeds most foul.

Would it surprise you

to know that we have three witnesses
who have put you at the scene...

She was killed by you in a jealous rage.

Wasn't she?

You claim arson

and yet there is no police report of
a fire having actually happened.

Oh, dear.

Not only were you not in Sydney at
the time, you weren't even in Australia.

You were in Colombia!

HUNTLEY-BROWN - The court is being asked
to take the word of a man

who has been twice arrested for perjury.

Don't waste my time!

You've been Skully O'Dwyer's
second-in-command for years,

haven't you?

If anybody was dealing,
it was probably you.

I do struggle with charts and lines.

I hope the jury can understand
Professor Dalgleish's theorems

better than this daughter of a vicar.

So...the Russian girls currently being
held against their will in your brothel,

are they still pressing charges, or not?

Does it merely appear to be the case

that the accused
is behind this financial intrigue,

or do you have actual evidence
to prove this?

When did you stop doing ice?

Or...or should I ask,
have you stopped doing ice?

And are there cash records
to prove this payment?

It was cash, obviously. No-one
pays for a hit with a direct debit.

Obviously.

This isn't about economics -
it's about justice.

Your Honour,
with regard to this final charge,

we would first like to call
Lydia Simone Gleeson.

Mr Greene.

Uh, Your Honour, it would appear

that there is no Lydia Simone Gleeson
on the Crown's witness list.

I did contact my learned
friend's senior co-counsel last night

and explained the circumstances.

Indeed, Mr Crown did contact me
last night, Your Honour,

and I informed him

that there would be no objection to
Ms Gleeson's being called as a witness.

Sincere and abject apologies for failing
to inform my most learned co-counsel,

but he seems to have misplaced
his mobile telephone.

Your Honour should also be aware
that in return for her cooperation,

Ms Gleeson has been granted
immunity from prosecution.

Very well.
Let's get on with it, shall we?

Call Lydia Simone Gleeson.

You know her?

Uh, yeah.

She must have got married.

She used to be Stein.

Worked for us as a paralegal.

Which one is this again, Mr Crown?

Uh, the last one.

23715/16.

This is concerning the importation
of approximately 10 kilos of cocaine,

Your Honour.

- Shit.
- Ah, yes.

The vase.

Uh, Your Honour, may I request
a five-minute adjournment, please?

Very well.

All rise.

Why are you here?

I came to say that I'm sorry.

No, you didn't.

And even if you did, you already have.

So come on, talk to me.
What's going on?

Did you see Sam?

I saw a Sam.

Which one? What did you take?

Oh!

What didn't we take is the question,
Your Honour.

- OK, you need help.

Your help.

I am about...this close
to not caring what happens next, Cleave.

Honestly.

May I lead the witness?

Anything to save
His Honour's precious time.

Ms Gleeson, whilst studying law
at the University of New South Wales

in the years 1995 and 1996,

you were employed by the firm Elliot,
Moor and Masters as a paralegal,

were you not?

I was.

I was considering a career
in the criminal law,

so I was seconded, if you will,

to work for Edgar Thompson.

- I see.
And when did you leave the firm?

- End of '96.

I wanted to travel, consider my options.

I see. And these travels took you
to the African continent, did they?

- They did.

I fell deeply in love
with a Moroccan businessman

who turned out to be a drug dealer.

He used me cruelly.

I see. How very, very sad.

I presume you, uh, craved support
from family, friends, former colleagues?

I did. I managed to speak with them
occasionally.

Do any of these communications
stand out?

One does.

I was asked
to deliver 10 kilograms of cocaine

to a certain address in Marrakesh.

It was very specific.

The cocaine was to be hidden in a vase.
Mmm.

Is the person who made that request
in this courtroom?

He is.

Would you please point out this person
to His Honour and the jury?

Let the jury note
she has indicated Edgar Thompson.

No, I haven't.

it was Cleaver Greene.

Oh, dear, dear, poppet.