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Jesus Christ, I'm sick of this.

What the fuck is that?

As from today, I am resigning
as Leader of the Opposition.

Excuse us.

You alright?

Oh, to what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm taking my old job back.

This David Potter business.
You don't think he did it?

You really still want me
after how I treated you?

We spent so much time
convincing each other not to have sex.

We should have been at it
like rabbits.

Dead man walking! Melissa!

She can share my room.

- Why your room?
- It has a lock. And security bars.

We plead guilty to
involuntary manslaughter,

and you and I are at Fortnum's,
opening the champers.

You do a deal, I bet you a beer
you still end up doing time.

You think you should defend me?

Well, I've told you my opinion.
My conscience is clear.

Yes! Yes!

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury...

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my client, David Potter, is a...

Yeah. He is a...pussy. He's a pussy.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my client, Mr Potter, is a...is a...

..mmm...he's a...he's...
he's a...he's a c...

- Ah, David?
- Are you asleep?

- Oh, yeah, sound asleep,
as a matter of fact, yeah.

So you've finished your opening?

- The opening?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's all done.

All done.
Look, just go back to bed, mate.

I'll see you in a few hours in court.

- Read it to me.
- What?

I'm paying for it. Read it to me.

- That's not the way I work.
I'm not that guy.

I feel the vibe. I riff.

It's like a sort of freestyle,
open mic event.

You know, I'm reaching out
into the judge's dead heart,

getting that thing beating again

and, you know,
I'm straight into the jurors' eyes.

We start a little rumba with them,
a little mambo.

A little legal dance.

Your legal dance? This isn't
a fucking nightclub, Cleaver.

This is my life on the line
and my trial starts today!

I have lost Scarlet.
I have lost my career.

- What do you have for me?
- Your integrity.

You've got so much integrity.

Cleaver, seriously,
what are you going to say?

I don't know, mate.

You're going to tell them
I'm a pussy, aren't you?

That's the bulk of your defence
so far, isn't it?

No, it's not the bulk.

David, the jury is going to see the rose
that grew out of the dung heap

that is New South Wales Labor.

To paraphrase Kipling,
if you can keep your head

while all around are giving it,

the earth is yours
and you shall be acquitted, my son.

So my defence is pornographic Kipling.

That's when he was at his best, mate.

Fuck!

Hey, what's wrong?
I thought we had a great night.

Yeah, I just...I feel guilty.

Why?

Because I'm really happy
and Barney's a mess

and I feel like shit about it.

You know,
he doesn't return any of my calls.

None of it was your fault.

You know,
it was just hideous timing.

Yeah, I know, I just...
I worry about him.

Maybe Cleaver should never have
taken David's case.

Hey, come on,
can you give yourself a break?

- Just for me?

OK, just for you.

Open the door, Greene!
Open the bloody door!

- Cal, is that you?
- Open the door, Greene!

Cal, I'm in here!

- Open the door!
- Who is that? Bloody hell!

Cleave, who is it?

- Cleaver!
- Is that Avon calling?

Open the bloody door, Greene!
I know Melissa's in there!

You're barking up the wrong tree, mate.

Bullshit! Open the door!

Just piss off, alright,
or I'll call the cops.

Who do you want to talk to?

'Cause I got all the mobile phone
numbers from the commissioner down.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Open the door!

- Open the fucking door, Greene!
- Yes, alright.

OK, action.

Open the door, Greene! Melissa! Melissa!

Fuck me! Fuck's sake, mate!

Jesus! Fuck!

- Melissa!

Can you please deal with
whatever the fuck is going on out there?

Yes! Yes! Yes, trying. Trying to.

Mate, you don't want to be here.
You want to go home.

You're pissed as a newt. Oh, fuck.

Look, we're getting all of this
on noughts and ones, mate.

It was going to be a doco but
we're thinking it's probably a series.

You're nothin', Greene. You never
have been, you never will be.

I am somebody.

OK, somebody. Come on, somebody.

- Cal, is that you?
- Come on, come on, somebody.

Yes. Yes. Come on, somebody.
Off you fuck.

Oh, Christ, I'm lonely.

Alright. Well, mate, have you
thought about taking up a team sport?

I've heard lacrosse is coming good.
Come on.

Hey, mate! You might want to think about
escorting bossy home, alright?

He's a bit tired, and...

Finished with you, Greene.
I haven't finished with you.

OK, well, I look forward
to the next time, Cal.

- Did you get it?
- Yeah.

- All of it?
- Yeah.

Oh, mate! Ohh! Oh, that is...
I mean, that's... Isn't it?

What are we gonna call it?
There's A Dickhead At My Door.

Raging Bull...shit.

Do you think I should cut out
the last bit

where I told him to fuck off?

No, no, no, no,
I think that gives it edge.

Well, I don't want people to think
that I'm lacking in compassion.

CAL!

Wendy! You let me out!

Missy, darling, you know that
I can't let you out in that state.

Just calm down. You've gotta trust me.

- This is imprisonment!
You're all going to jail, you know that?

You let me out right now!

Miss, Miss! Settle down, alright?

You know I don't have the keys.
I don't have them.

- What?
- Mum?

Fuzz! Fuzz, darling, don't open the
door. Missy, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Fuzzy!

Fuzzy, please open the door, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy?

Fuzzy!

OK, um, I got her something last night.

Got who something?
What do you mean, something?

- Give me the keys now, Wendy!
- Just a little...well...

You know I don't have the keys.
I don't have...

OK, you guys were out
and she was so upset.

She was sobbing and sobbing
and she begged me

and she said she needed
just one last hit.

One last hit of what?

- Just a little...
- Open the fucking door!

- ..ice.
- Missy, sweetheart, sweetheart!

- Ice?
- Calm down. Calm down.

- She kissed me.
- You give me the keys now!

- What?
- We fooled around a little.

- Oh, my God!
- Dad, she is so wonderful.

She's a little lost,
but she said she liked me.

Of course she fuckin' likes you!

She's a drug addict, you fucking turnip!

- Are YOU on ice? Holy shit!
- I'm here. Calm down.

Wendy!

Wendy! OK, your mother's in there
with the ice lady! Fucking moron!

- What is wrong with you?
- It's just a little...

Fuck me in the fucker!

Miss. Miss! Missy!

Oh, God!

- Oh, fuck!
- Oh, God, oh, no!

Don't even think about it,
you little shit!

- Melissa! Melissa!
- Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

- I'll drive.
- No, you bloody well won't.

- Well, you've had a bump on the head.
- Yeah, so have you!

Oh, well, be careful. It's slippery.

Yeah, alright.

- Oh, God!

Oh, God, I hope that wasn't Mrs Clinton.

Oh.

You right?

- I'm fine.
- Is it the suit?

- What's wrong with the suit?
- Nothing!

I thought you said
it suited my complexion.

It's just a little...different
in the daylight, that's all.

Janey, I can sense your negativity.

It's not going to help you win voters.

Well, then, we're in luck, aren't we,

because there don't seem to be too
many people around here to alienate.

Why would an old Greek lady
with very limited English

name a cat after Hillary Clinton?

And you know,
if she loved it so much,

why didn't she just call the damn thing
Hillary?

And then eventually
it would've been Hilly, or Hills,

and we can work with that.

But Mrs Clinton?

"You naughty Mrs Clinton!
You shit inside the tray, Mrs Clinton."

Well, this is a festival of bad ideas.

Patience is a virtue.

Lil, I'm running for the Nats
on an anti-fracking platform,

so as my campaign manager, I have to
ask you, what are we doing here,

almost in the centre of Sydney
in the heartland of the Liberal Party

where there is absolutely
no fracking occurring?

It's called counter-campaigning.

Counter-campaigning? Oh I see, yes.

It was in Karl Rove's book.
He was Bush's guy.

Yes, I'm aware he was Bush's guy.

It scares your opponents, you see.

It makes them think that you're
so confident about your base

that you can go into their heartland
and rip the votes away from them.

It freaks 'em out. Politics is all
psychological warfare, you know?

So us being here
is freaking out my opponents?

According to Rove.

What, Fuzz and Missy
were fooling around?

- That's what he said.
- What do you mean, fooling around?

Well, I don't... He just said that
they were fooling around

and Missy told him that
she liked him, apparently.

- Oh, she told him she liked him?
- Apparently.

She told him she liked him
so he went and bought ice for her?

- Jesus fucking Christ!
- Mm.

That's all it takes with men, isn't it?
One whiff of sex and you'll do anything.

- It's pathetic.
- What? Oh!

No, I'm officially now pro-castration.

No, you're drifting off-topic
a little bit.

Our son has bought ice,
OK, for somebody else.

- So that's dealing...
- No, Cleave, Cleave. Seriously.

- Seriously.
- Is Fuzz taking ice?

There are too many people in the world.

Let's just stop vaguely messing around
with women's menstrual cycles

and finally have some clarity.

Ohh!

No, castrate three quarters of boys
turning 16, Cleave.

I guarantee you
women will be three quarters safer

and the world will be three quarters
more productive

if most of those...packages of yours
were guillotined.

Those things are the problem.
They run your mind.

They're the reason we go to war.

- Hello! Is anyone there? Jesus!
- Fuck! Ice?

I mean, this is...this is a drug
that makes you want to pull your pud

until you tear it out by the stump!

Cleaver?

Oh, whoa, whoa!

What in the name of Bob Menzies
are you two doing here?

Actually, we're campaigning, Cleaver.

Well you're about 500 k's off course.
I mean, you're Nats, aren't you?

It's supposed to be all dingo fences
and pumpkin scones...

It's called counter-campaigning.

Oh, counter-campaigning, is it?

And what are you doing still dressed
in your bathrobe, Cleaver?

Hi, Wendy.

Oh, hi, Lil. Hi, Jane.

Yeah, Fuzz has actually run off with
one of Cleaver's ex-hookers

so, you know...same old.

You won't be getting my vote,
sister of mine.

Well, it's a free country, Cleaver.

Yeah, well, it wouldn't be if I got in,
I tell you that much.

Come on, Doc, we gotta go.
I've got to get to court.

Good luck with the old, uh,
counter-campaigning there.

That's a lovely suit on you, Janey.

- OK, you can get fucked.
- You get fucked!

Oh, Greene for the Senate.

Seriously? That is
what you're going to say to people?

Mr Meagher!
How are you feeling? Mr Meagher!

Hey! Hey, come. Come in.

- What the hell is this?
- Why are you here?

You won't be called for two days
and you can't sit in the courtroom

until you've given evidence.

This is where I need to be,
in this space, now.

We need to talk this through
before it starts, OK?

No, we don't.

Yes, we do, mate,
for your sake and the kids'.

What you need, Barney, is the truth.

They bumped each other, mate.
She was carrying a box.

Bullshit!

- She was carrying a box...
- Max saw it!

She fell down... What do you mean, Max?
Max didn't see it, mate.

- That's not in his statement.
- Yeah, the truth is, he killed her.

He fucking killed her.

He fucking killed Scarlet,
and he's not going to get away with it.

Bring your circus back to town, Cleaver.
Play your party games.

I promise you,
he's not getting away with it!

- Barnyard! Barnyard!
- I promise you!

You're not thinking straight, mate.

You're trying to find someone to blame
and I understand it,

but you're after vengeance.

You're not after justice.

Oh, did I just hear you
use the word 'justice'?

FUCK OFF!

Melissa, I'm not going to
score for you again.

I should hope not.

I do want to make sure you're OK.

Right now, I'm a long way from OK, Fuzz.

I'm many, many light years away from OK.

- Your Honour...

Bless you. We submit this incident
is of great relevance.

Not only did the deceased's own children
find her covered in blood,

so did the staff
at St Vincent's Hospital.

Who also found the wound
consistent with the deceased's own...

Are you alright, Mr Greene?

Yes, excuse me, Your Honour.

Um...

Who also found the wound
consistent with the dec...

Your Honour, if it...

..if it pleases Your Honour,
may I refer to the deceased as Scarlet?

I have no objection.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Your Honour, in Scarlet's own statement,

to both the attending doctor
and to the nurse on duty at the time,

was that she had cut the palm
of her own hand

opening a packet of parmesan cheese.

Blood had spurted,
as blood tends to do,

and that is why Max discovered Scarlet
with blood on her

when he came into the kitchen
after the incident.

Now, these are Scarlet's own words.

There's no reason
to not believe them.

Uh, I would therefore
respectfully submit

that the evidence surrounding
this incident is irrelevant

and therefore inadmissible
and ought not be put before the jury.

Your Honour, there is a simple reason
why the event must be put.

It was an unusually deep wound,
according to the attending doctor.

The accused was holding
a very sharp knife.

The child approached the kitchen
and witnessed this scene,

and that ought to suffice, Your Honour.

But we would further submit
that Scarlet, at that point in time,

still wanted this relationship
with the accused to work,

despite its manifest problems.

So she made up the story
about the cheese

in order to protect the accused
from her children, to mollify them.

It's a tale as old as time itself.

Your Honour, I'm curious. I...I must
have been away from school on that day.

Exactly what is the tale
as old as time itself

that tells of a packet of cheese
and a cut hand

as being evidence that somebody
was thrown out of an attic?

That will do, Mr Greene!

My ruling is that the evidence
of the deceased's cut hand

will be heard by the jury.

Anything else before we can kick off,
Ms Crown?

No, Your Honour.
The Crown is ready to proceed.

I'm really sorry, Wendy. Sorry.

Alright. Well, maybe now you'll admit
that you need some help.

I'm going to make some calls.
You go and run yourself a bath.

Fuzz.

Are you taking ice?

No, just a couple of times.

Ladies and gentleman, I have known
my client in various capacities

over a great many years

and I don't like him.

Never have.

I can...I can pretty well guarantee
I never will.

He is a self-righteous,
sanctimonious bore.

He's a politician
who used to be a tax lawyer.

He...he wears $3,000 suits

and squires prostitutes around
Sydney's most exclusive restaurants.

I mean, what's not to hate?
I say hanging's too good for him!

But fortunately for Mr Potter, I don't
get to decide his guilt or innocence.

That's your job.

That's why you're here,
and your job is not about liking him

or hating him.

It's not about prejudice,
it's not about vengeance,

it's about one thing - finding
the truth, finding the facts,

and thus rendering a just verdict.

Thanks for that. Squiring prostitutes?
$3,000 suits?

I've never even owned a $1,000 suit.

Mate, you've got to think about it
from the jury's point of view.

I have! You made me out
to be a complete turd.

Exactly! And that's what the jury will
be expecting when you get in the box.

And what'll they get?

Harry Potter.

And they'll be amazed
at how boring you are,

and what a kind of thoroughly decent guy
you are and, you know,

all your morality bullshit.

And then they'll go off in the room
together and they'll all be like,

"Oh, imagine being stuck
having to have dinner with him.

"What a boring turd.

"But he's obviously not a killer."

It's always the wild card with you,
isn't it?

It wouldn't occur to you just to say,

"David Potter is a decent man
who desperately loved Scarlet..."

No!

"..and wouldn't hurt her
for all the world?"

No!

Mate, that jury between them

would have watched 10,000 episodes
of Law & Order.

They've heard all that shit before.
Trust me.

If you've got something to say, Mum,
then just say it.

Fuzz, I have bored you stupid
talking about drugs,

particularly ice.

I mean,
I've seen a lot of stupid shit.

I've seen your father
do some incredibly stupid shit.

But this is right up there.

Yeah, I get the point.

Oh, I'm sorry but your mother
and I have got, you know,

the right to express our views here
because it really is right up there.

She maybe.

What? What do you mean, she maybe?

Mum has a right to express her views.
You give it a rest, Cleave.

Give it... I'll give you a bloody rest
in a minute, you barnacle.

You can't just waltz in here
and play Dad when it's convenient.

You've never been able to pull off
righteous indignation, mate.

Ohh.

I'm sorry, Mum. I fucked up.

I know I've disappointed you.

And Dad.

Mum and Dad. Fuck.

- Wendy, let me out!
- Oh, God.

Can you go and check on her, please?
I just couldn't bear it today.

- Mm. Mm-hm.
- Let me out!

You can't trust her yet, Cleave.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh. Mmm.
- I've fucked it all up.

Hey, have you noticed how everybody
in the service industries now

is saying "not a problem"
instead of "you're welcome"?

Have you got that?
Oh, it does my nut in.

And it's like, well, I didn't expect
there was going to be a problem.

You know,
I only wanted a piccolo latte.

You're a barista, I'm a barrister.

It's like we're all so attuned
to the idea of imminent catastrophe

that we need reassurance all the time.

"May I have an ice-cream, please?"

"Don't worry,
we've got ice-cream!"

What if a bomb goes off
in the ice-cream shop?

Well, yeah, that'd be a problem.

I'm a problem, aren't I?

Oh, yes, you're a...
you're a big problem.

Ohh. Really?

Mm, afraid so.

Ahh. So why are we down in economy
when ice boy's up there in business?

'Cause Missy's got
the only lockable door,

and Fuzz's room
really stinks like semen.

Ohh. Fair call.

I always, back in the day,

used to favour the girls
with the locks on their doors

because I had a mortal fear
of the bursting-in father, you know.

Angry Dad.

I found it really impeded my progress
below decks.

- In those days. Not now.
- In those days.

No.

Really?

Well, you know, I'm just a slave
to the General down there.

You're not putting up
the customary resistance.

I... You've always been
such a good kisser,

and I've had such a prick of a day.

That's as far as it goes.

Really?

I don't know how to break this to you

but I...think the General
has other ideas.

He seems to be massing his troops.

Oh, tell the General that my defences
are more than a match.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

When did Scarlet tell you about a
potential reunion with her husband?

- She didn't use the word 'reunion'.
- Oh, very well.

When did she tell you she'd once again
slept with her husband?

That night. The night she died.

Where was that?

In the attic.

She told me she'd slept with Barney
some time before.

That must have made you angry.

I was angry for a variety of reasons.

So you admit you were very angry.

Not very, just angry.

Scarlet's children didn't like you,
did they?

Your Honour, please, again.

I'll allow it.

I believe it's common
for a parent's new partner...

The children didn't like you, did they?
Please, answer the question.

The children didn't like me
but I'm of the firm belief it would...

Thank you, Mr Potter.

The children didn't like you
and you didn't like them either.

I didn't dislike them,
but it was hard to form an opinion.

I tried to be their friend.
That's what Scarlet wanted.

I see. But they frustrated you,
did they not?

They were a source of tension, if that's
what you're getting at, Ms Crown.

A source of tension
between you and Scarlet?

Yes.

A mother, choosing her children
above her lover.

A mother trying to manage,

or balance a tricky but
not unprecedented situation...

You found the children annoying.

I found their pranks annoying.

You're splitting hairs, Mr Potter!

Because I didn't find the children
inherently annoying.

Occasionally I found their actions
annoying, alright?

At the time of Scarlet's death,

you were leader of the NSW Labor
Parliamentary Party.

I was.

You were lagging rather badly behind
in the polls.

Your colleagues were preparing
to dump you, were they not?

There's always speculation.

Your Honour, I fail to see

how an analysis of one of the most
pointless pursuits on the planet,

ie, NSW state politics,
has any relevance here.

It goes to the accused's state of mind,
Your Honour, and my friend knows it.

This is a man who was under
extraordinary pressure

at the time of the relevant events,

whose career
was in a very public freefall.

Your Honour, is there a question
somewhere here

on a very distant horizon?

Apologies, Your Honour.

Mr Potter, may I take you to page 17
of your statement, paragraph G11?

Yes.

Before her ascent into the attic,
you said words to the effect,

"I should go," and Scarlet said words
to the effect, "We'll talk later."

Yes.

It was at best a frosty exchange,
I take it?

- At best.
- An acrimonious goodnight.

To say the least.

But you didn't leave, did you?

- No.
- You followed her into the attic.

Yes.

Why?

Because I didn't want to leave angry.

There was, uh, unfinished business.

I put it to you, Mr Potter,
that you went back up into the attic

expressly for the purpose
of killing Scarlet Engels.

This was no accident.

This was rage-fuelled,
premeditated murder!

I was desperately in love with her.

Desperately!

Piss off, Natalie. Ms Greene,
thank you for taking the time.

Oh, thank you, Mr McGregor.

I'm a little surprised,
suddenly thrust in the spotlight.

Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine.

I can help you, Jane.

I want to help you,
so just go with me, OK?

Yeah.

My next guest is a candidate
for the senate

in the upcoming federal election.

She's a candidate at the tail end
of the National Party

in New South Wales.

And it's my view that we should hear
more from those candidates

who are true believers, who
stick their hand up to contribute

but have a fight on their hands
to get elected.

- Jane Greene, welcome.
- Thank you, Cal.

How would you describe your brother?

Sorry? My brother, Cleaver?

Yes, yes, your brother, Cleaver.

He is a walking sack of bile and pus,
is he not?

We've never been that close,
to be frank.

Well, he's served time for murder,
yet he's still at the bar,

prancing around in his fancy robes
and wigs and right now,

he's defending a lawyer mate of his,
David Potter, on a murder charge

for pushing an ex-lover of
your brother's down the stairs.

I mean, what could possibly be right
with this picture?

Your brother is pure scum.

He is a walking pustule, is he not?

My...

..brother has...
he's had a lot of problems.

But you know, I...I still love him.

Well, that's perfectly understandable,
Jane.

- Some water?

That's not to say that I approve of his
appallingly self-indulgent behaviour.

Mm.

And I think that the people
of New South Wales

need very strong representation
in terms of law and order,

and we need to say that we won't
put up with clowns like my brother

mocking our judicial system
and making fools of our judges.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

What an insightful woman.
I'm Cal McGregor.

We'll take a short break
and be right back.

You see, I do find it extraordinary

that Ms Crown chooses to characterise
bountiful love

as something about which
we ought to be suspicious.

He truly loved her, therefore it's
more likely that he killed her.

I mean, what a sad and cynical
reflection of Ms Crown's darkness,

since her own rather messy
and unfortunate divorce.

- Your Honour!
- Mr Greene, that's outrageous.

The jury will disregard
that last remark.

Forgive me, Your Honour. I have no idea
what came over me then.

It's hot in here, isn't it?

And I resolutely withdraw, um, whatever
it is that needs to be withdrawn.

Mr Potter, why did you
fall in love with Scarlet?

What was it about her
that so enthralled you?

Ah, I don't know where to start.

She was beautiful, razor sharp mind,

funny, irreverent, passionate.

I found her incredibly sexy.

So is it...is it right to assume that in
the seven years that you knew her,

you perhaps acted as a sort of Lothario
in an attempt to seduce her?

Not at all.

It wasn't until the last few years that
we realised the attraction was mutual.

We didn't act on it
out of respect for Barney.

Respect for Barney? I see.

And can you tell me when that
respect for Barney dissipated?

Well, it never has.

I know how Barney feels about me
right now,

but I think he's a wonderful man.

Nothing happened between me and Scarlet
until the marriage began to fail.

Thank you, Mr Potter.
No further questions, Your Honour.

- Oh, hello.
- Hey.

- How is she?
- She is dead to the world, thank God.

- You're going to be in tonight, right?
- Yes, probably. Why do you ask?

Because I need you to keep an eye
on her. She's got a long way to go.

- Well, don't you worry.
- I'm serious...

She's in safe hands.

Cleave, this is not a recovery ward,
do you understand me?

Yeah, yeah.

- Can you...?
- This is all very ooh-la-la.

What's...what's going on? What is it,
the shrinks' ball or something?

- You know, I could be there for that.
- No, it's just dinner and drinks.

Dinner and drinks? With who?

- Jack.
- Jack who?

Jack Claymore, if you must know.

Jack Claymore? I thought
Jack Claymore was in New York.

Well, Jack's back.

Jack's... Well, since when is Jack back?

- A couple of weeks.
- Ugh.

Is there a problem?

No. Why would... What?

You scared of Jack?

Afraid of Jack? What are you...

Pfft!

OK, whatever Fuzz says to you,
please don't let him into Missy's room.

- Yeah, yeah. Yes.
- I've given her a couple of Valium, OK?

And I need you to check on her
every half hour.

- Yeah, OK.
- It's going to get really hairy.

Yes, OK.

Enjoy your night out with Jack,
speaking of hairy.

- I'm very uncomfortable about this.
- It's all fine.

If it happens again,
she's going to have to go.

Fine. All fine. All good.
It'll be all good.

Right, well, wow. Jack Claymore.

Goodnight!

What sort of time
do you think you'll be home?

Ballpark?

Fuzzy.

Fuzzy! Oi, Fuzz!

Jesus Christ,
you scared the shit out of me.

- Where's your mother?
- What?

Where's your mother?

Come on, I know you know where
she is, so just find her for me.

I bet you've got some bug on her
or something so you can track her

and avoid detection when you're
getting up to all your sneaky shit.

I am offended and categorically deny

that I know where both of you are
at all times.

Are you tracking me as well?

I started tracking you first.
You were less predictable.

I can tell you where Mum is
but I want something from you.

- Oh, you're like a replicant.
- Get her off my back.

Your mother has good reason
to be on your back.

Yeah, I know. That's what makes it
so hard for you.

You really know where I am at all times?

At all times.

OK, I'm not comfortable with this.

How would you feel if I was
monitoring you at all times?

If you can set up a battle station
like this, then go ahead.

It's a brave new world.

Oh, don't use 'brave new world'
like that.

- What?
- Don't use 'brave...'

The whole point of Brave New World
was that it was a world

devoid of humanity.

I'm not following you, Cleave.

Alright, now you listen to me.

- This doesn't go beyond you and me.
- What?

Or all bets are off.

What bets are you referring to, Cleave?

What collateral do you have here,
exactly?

I mean, you don't give me money.

You don't house or clothe me.

You certainly don't respect me.

Do you even know
what this moment is?

No, mate, I don't think
I do know what this moment is.

This is the point
of generational transfer.

I am now the parent
and you are the child.

Like fuck I am, you little shit!

Now turn around and find your mum!

- Go on, get to it!
- Fuck!

- Christ almighty!
- Fuckin' hair-pulling, mate. Jesus!

- Cleave.
- Roy!

Hey, haven't seen you in a while.

Yeah, I know, mate. Look I'm sorry.

There's just not the same call
for lip readers.

It's a bit of a shame, but there you go.

So is this about Potter trial?

Ah, no. No, it's not, mate.

Look, see in that window there?
See those two women?

The one on the right is my ex, Wendy,

and the one on the left is
Jacqueline Claymore.

Black Jack, OK?

And they had a brief dalliance
when they were at uni together.

A lesbian thing?

Look, I...I stole Wendy from her

and she vowed that one day
she was going to come back

and she was going to take Wendy
back away from me

and I'm just a bit worried that
that's what we're looking at here.

Hey, I'm not lip reading an ex for you.
Not for nothing.

You want my skills, you pay for it!

Mate, it won't be for nothing. It's me.

Come on, you're officially
sort of on the Potter payroll.

So go in there, order one main,
no starters, no dessert,

and one glass of house red, 5% tip.

- Jesus, Cleave.
- 3% tip.

- 3?
- Off you go.

3%. Who's this guy kidding?

3%. Who does that?

Jack was saying how she's never
found someone to replace Wendy.

Her heart is stuck in a place of
perfect beauty, and that's her lot.

Wendy's perfect beauty.

Oh, fuck me.

Wendy's telling Jack
how elusive happiness has been.

Three husbands
and they've all let her down.

Mate, I was the first, alright?

I wasn't responsible
for the entire cavalcade.

Just fuckin' tell her that.

I can't! She's two tables away.
This is not a two-way thing, Cleave.

Right, yes, I know, I know.

I'm ordering another glass of red.

Mate, you're working. You're on the job.

It wasn't a question, Cleave.

Fuck.

Right, Wendy's saying it's getting late.

She's tired
and she should be getting home.

OK, listen. Grab the bill, mate.
I've gotta beat her home.

You've got some cash, haven't you?
I'll speak to you later. See ya.

Cleave! You fuck...

Miss, you OK?

What the fuck is that?

Oh, Fuzz!

- Fuzz!
- What?

Wake up!

Fuzz, I need to know
where your mother is now.

Is this about Jack?

- Oh, you know about Jack?
- Yeah, course.

She comes over every time
she's in town. I think she's great.

Oh, do you? Do you know
that your mother and Jack...

Yeah, they had a thing.
I've known for years.

- Well, that explains a lot.
- What?

Oh, just, you know,

you and your funny little thing
for the older ladies.

How does it explain that?

Oh... Have you had counselling for this?

Why would I need counselling
about it? I think it's pretty cool.

Oh, right. Well, just find...
find out where she is, please.

Elizabeth Bay.

- Fuck! Fuck!
- What? Give me back my phone!

Just go back to bed. Fuck!

- Oh!
- Hey.

- Morning.
- Morning? I suppose it is.

Um, how's...how's Missy?

She's fine. Yep, checked on her
every half an hour as requested.

- Every half hour?
- Yep.

- So you haven't slept at all?
- Not a wink.

Wow. OK, can I have the keys
to my room, please?

Hey, we...we've been worried sick
about you.

Why?

Well, because you finished dinner
at 10:30, didn't you?

Yes, actually.
How did you know that?

Because that's the time
that everybody finishes dinner.

I mean, you didn't just finish dinner
now, did you?

And then, what,
you go back to Jack's?

Yeah, can you keep your voice down?

Yes, I went back to Jack's.
I had a couple of drinks.

- I didn't think I should drive.
- Mm-hm. And?

And the rest is none of your business.
What is that smell?

Well, it's just Fuzz, isn't it? What do
you mean, none of my bus...?

You've been sharing my bed for
the best part of a week, haven't you?

- All this talk about reconciliation.

What talk of reconciliation?
Who's been having that conversation?

- Because I certainly wasn't part of it.
- You kissed me.

In court, that would be interpreted
as constructive verbal interaction

implying an intention to reconcile.

That is crap. And YOU kissed ME.

You...you kissed me back.

Look, Doc,
I've been thinking a lot about us,

and I've realised our marriage
was a place of perfect beauty.

Perfect, perfect beauty.
You getting this?

Cleave? Cleaver? You were in here
every half hour, were you?

- Yes.
- What, so, like, 20 times?

- Well, pretty much. I didn't c...
- You didn't see this?

Oh, Jesus, that's revolting.

- That must have just happened.
- No, no, that is dry.

- Oh, yuck.
- It looks like it's been dry for hours.

Which begs the question, Cleaver,
what were you doing last night?

I was worried sick about you,
worrying my tits off.

That's what I was doing last night.

OK, I don't know what
you've been doing

but I know that you are lying to me
right now, so you know what?

I think it is time that we reassess
this whole living situation.

Alright, fine. I will find her
a good rehab place today...

No, no, I'm not talking about Missy.
She can stay. I am talking about you.

Me?

Yeah, you said it was just
a couple of weeks, right?

It's time you moved on, mister.

Hey, I'm not the one
wallowing in my own bubble 'n' squeak!

Oh, well done. Well done, you.

Yeah, good job.

Am I in trouble, Dad?

- No, no, we're just going to have
a little chat.

Come on, sit up. Come on, sit up.

So, what's going to happen, mate,

is you'll go in a room
with a video camera,

and in another room,
a courtroom a way away,

there'll be a bunch of other people

and they'll ask you questions
about what happened to Mum.

- I saw her fall down the stairs.
- Right.

And what'd you see before that?

- What do you mean?
- Who else was there?

David was up in the attic with Mum.

Were they arguing?

They were arguing, weren't they,
Mum and David?

They were mad at each other.

Uh-huh.

You...you're going to have to say
yes or no, mate.

They were very mad at each other,
especially David.

- Yes.
- Mm.

- They were mad at each other.
- Yeah.

Especially David.

And you saw him nudge her, I mean,
push Mum a little, didn't you?

Hmm? He pushed Mum.
I mean, she fell down the stairs.

That's what happened, right?

You can't see into the attic
from where I was.

You moved forward, didn't you?
Into Mum's study.

So that you could see.

Yeah.

OK?

OK.

What's the weather like with the ex,
mate?

Chilly and dry, I'm afraid, Roy.

Just keep your eye on the jury, right?

Yeah.

I swear by Almighty God that the
evidence I shall give will be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but
the truth, so help me God.

About four years ago,
Scarlet had a brief affair.

I didn't blame her for it.

It was... We were in a...
we were in a rut.

But it created a sort of fissure
in our relationship

that we couldn't seem to get over.

It opened a whole lot of cracks.

A few cracks later I found Nicole,
and Scarlet found Mr Potter.

It all felt very linear and inevitable.

But life seems to be more circular
than linear.

It's certainly not a straight line,
not in my experience.

And suddenly Scarlet and I found
ourselves back where we started,

and we slept together,
and it was very beautiful.

And we talked about the future,
our future together.

She talked about
maybe having another baby.

I said, "If that's what you want,"
and she said she did.

The only thing that worried her
was Potter.

She told me she was scared of him.

- Your Honour.
- Ah, yes, Mr Greene.

The witness's last sentence
will be struck from the record.

The jury is to disregard the words
"She told me she was scared of him."

'She' being the deceased,
'him' being the accused.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
They're freaking out a bit.

And?

Well, he never said anything to them
about another kid.

And he never said anything
about Scarlet being afraid of David.

Fuck.

He's perjured himself. Jesus Christ!
Just let me go talk to him.

No, Nicole,
you stay where you are please...

He's overreaching now
and you'll break him.

He's agitated.

You break him and it's over.

Mr Greene, I repeat, do you have
any questions for the witness?

No, Your Honour, I have no questions
for this witness, thank you.

No questions?

- Mate...
- No fucking questions?!

What is this, some sort of conspiracy?

You're protecting him!
You want me to be found guilty.

- Is this part of the joke?
- Mate...

Are you that perverse
that you would take my money,

then sell me down the river,
you piece of shit?!

Mate! It's not necessary, alright?

I can do this
without further fucking Barney's life.

Yeah, they were really mad
with each other, especially David.

He pushed Mum
and she fell down the stairs.

Thank you, Max.

Hi, Maxie, it's...it's Cleave here,
mate.

So you saw David
push Mum down the stairs?

Yes. David was really angry.
He pushed Mum.

Yeah, OK, David was angry, but where
were you when he was angry, mate?

I heard them shouting.

So, now, Max, you are a world-leading
authority on hide-and-seek, aren't you?

- I know that for a fact.
- Yeah.

Now, do you remember
your fifth or sixth birthday,

and we were playing hide-and-seek
and we couldn't find you for ages.

You remember why that was?

I hid in the attic.

You hid in the attic.

And even when we pulled down the stairs
to the attic,

we still couldn't see you.

Why do you reckon that was?

You have to be in Mum's study
to see into the attic.

Yeah, right.

But in your statement you didn't say
you were in Mum's study.

So you weren't there, were you?

No. I mean, yes. I was...

Where were you, Maxie?

You weren't in Mum's study, were you?

No. I was behind a chair
in the dining room.

Thanks, mate. Thank you, Your Honour.
No further questions.

Are we ready?

I'd like to thank the jury
for their patience.

I'd like to thank my legal team and
the system of justice in this state.

Now, this trial always
smacked as being a political trial.

It has cost me a lot.

However, the loss of Scarlet

and the loss that Barney and his family
have suffered

must be foremost in our minds.

Mr Meagher!

Mr Meagher?

So the jury decided
that David didn't kill Mum.

That's not to say he didn't...but
we have to respect their decision.

You know what? I don't much
feel like cooking dinner tonight.

So I was thinking takeaway.

Let's get in the car and go for a drive.
Come on.