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- Oh!

Cal, as you can see,
it's chaos here.

It's gonna be
a little squeezy in here.

This place hasn't functioned
as a Parliament for 35 years.

I've been doing this job
a long time.

Would you like a little drink,
perhaps, to calm the nerves?

Maybe a little settler.

Is it true you were going
to call your party

the Penny Evans Experience

and then somebody pointed out
that'd make you the PEE party?

I've been telling you
for over a year now

that you need to get
a media manager.

Exactly. Yes. Yes, yes.

But you didn't want to
spend the money!

And now we have one,
because I've had a brainwave.

- Who?
- Frank.

A footy columnist, no doubt.

The hardest, the toughest school
there is, and you would know.

When was the last time
he worked, Cleaver?

You stole the US Defense
Secretary's phone,

you took a snap of your penis,

and you sexted it to the
Italian Ambassador and others.

I used to think that
there was a rock bottom,

and then I realised
there is no rock bottom.

It's just one giant abyss
that keeps going down and down.

Not a terrorist attack, you say?

Turds and cleaning fluids
in a lethal combination.

So this was just an accident.

Fuck!

Oh, God, what's that?

- Oh!
- Oh, it's my alarm.

Oh. It's quarter to five.

Which is...which is a what?

It's the time
in the morning.

There...there's a quarter to five
in the morning?

I've got to get
to the studio.

- Mmm.
- Big day.

OK. OK. You go, girl.

I told the people of Australia
it was a terrorist attack.

Oh, that's the right note.

I told them
terrorists killed Brian Oatley

when really he just had a coronary
while he was rooting Astrid.

Yeah.

It wasn't a terrorist attack, Gar,
it was shitty plumbing.

I could go to jail!

Oh, stop, stop.
No-one's going to go to jail.

Shitty plumbing's
not a criminal offence.

Anyway, it was under Labor's watch.

That's not the point,
and you know it.

- Get off.

No, look...you're
the Prime Minister, right?

I'm your Minister
for Homeland Security.

Between us and Joe McGregor,

we've got it sorted.

Don't you worry, we'll be right.

Mm.

Oh, shit.

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

It's after five, I've got to go.

Nancy's getting a bit suspicious.

Oh, Christ,
that's all I need right now!

You'll be right.

She doesn't think it's you.

Oh, God.

Liquid, liquid.

Oh! This toothpaste's disgusting.

- Are you using my toothbrush?
- Oh, this is revolting.

It's organic. It's Chinese.

So is deep-fried duck tongue
and fermented tofu.

I'm not smearing that on my fangs.

It fights bacteria.

Well, they all fight bacteria,
don't they?

I mean, that's the name of the game,
isn't it? Oh, Jesus Christ.

I'm going to get you
some proper toothpaste.

Oh, Cleaver, look,
I really do like you,

but this has to be a one-off,
I'm afraid.

I'm actually seeing someone.

Important.

So don't go to any trouble
buying me toothpaste.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Sure, I mean, I don't know what
you...what you think I was thinking.

Where's my bloody suit pack?

Why would I
be having the day off?

What the bloody hell's going on?

Oh, really?

The whole show?

Cal?

They've given me the day off.

- The day off?
- Hmm.

Today? What, now?

Yep.

Is this about her?
It's about her, isn't it?

Yes, it's about her.

My suit pack is nowhere to be found.

- Well, it must be here somewhere.
- It's nowhere.

You did pick it up from
the concierge at Da Vinci's?

Of course I picked it up
from the concierge.

You...you needed to go to the loo.

Uh, we agreed to meet outside.

I went back in to get my pack.

I bumped into Greg Peters,
I got distracted.

I don't have my fucking suit pack.

Oh, my God!
It's got my phone, my wallet.

I'm speaking in the Senate
this morning.

Oh, my God.
Can you give me a lift in your car?

I'm getting picked up
by a studio car.

Sorry, mate, I can
live without the gossip.

OK, well, could you please
spot me some cash, then? Please.

Well, I've only got a couple of bucks.
I just do cards these days.

Cashless fucking economy!
What about coins on the floor?

Coins on the f... Come on!

I mean, Jesus Christ, what if you
need an emergency game of pool

or a packet of Tic Tacs or something?

Parliament is like
a 15-minute walk from here.

You must have a spare suit and stuff
there - everybody does.

OK, so a 15-minute walk, dressed as
a zebra in the nation's capital.

Oh, where's my head, by the way?

- Your what? Your head?
- My head, my head. My zebra head.

- I haven't seen it.
- I have no idea!

This is...this is why
I hate fancy dress.

Alright? Aside from the fact

that I'm always last person
in the hire shop

and all the good cossies have gone.

You know, all those guys last night
dressed as fucking Cary Grant,

Batman, fucking Thor.

I'm there as a...zebra
with Type 2 Diabetes.

Head's nowhere! Fuck this!

If I don't get my head back,
I don't get my deposit back.

OK?

Na-nas. It's grilled bananas
for lunch!

Mm.

- Hey.
- Hello, poppet. How are you?

Wends, I think I might have mentioned
it before, but her name is Winsome.

- Oh.
- Or in lighter moments, Winnie.

Yeah, no, you have...you have
mentioned that, Missy.

Do you mind if we just turn the
music off so I can listen to Fran?

Oh, this is her favourite song!

She's been in a bit of a mood
this morning, so...

Well, can you put those buds
in her ears, or something?

Oh, gosh, no.
She's way too little for buds.

This is a key stage in the
development of her auditory...

OK, I don't know if you've noticed

in the year you've been living here,
Missy,

but there are actually just a couple
of rituals that I really enjoy,

and listening to Fran

and having a cup of tea
in my kitchen is one of them.

Wends, please don't adopt that
aggressive tone in front of...

OK, I wasn't intending
to be aggressive.

She can also detect insincerity.

Look, why don't we,
um, make up a roster?

No, why don't we NOT make a roster?

Why don't I have a cup of tea
in my kitchen?

You've got the run of
the rest of the house.

We're talking about the welfare
of your granddaughter.

We're not talking about
anyone's welfare, Missy.

We're talking about a political chat
show and a cup of tea in my kitchen.

We are talking about
me having some space

in my own fucking house.

Wendy,
I'm hearing a lot of 'me' here.

Are you putting your own needs
ahead of...?

Yes! I am putting my own needs
ahead of Winnie.

Fucking hell! "Winnie!"

I mean, Missy, really,
that is just cruel.

- I beg your pardon?
- Winnie! It's not a name!

It's a sound
a fucking horse makes!

I mean, what were you thinking -

Churchill or the bear
or Winnie Mandela?

Wendy, may I suggest you take
your tea and your negative energy

and you return to your room,

which I believe
has a functioning radio.

No. Melissa, this is my house,
alright?

What are you doing? Wends?

- Bloody batteries!
- What are you doing?

I'm trying to turn
this wretched thing off!

Wendy!

Hey!

That's my head. That's my head!

Give me back...
Where'd you get my head?

If I don't get my head back,
I don't get my deposit back.

Come back here, you...you prick!

Give me... Oh, fuck you.

Oh...

Senator Greene, I don't quite know
how else to put this.

What are you wearing
and why are you wearing it?

I'd appreciate some privacy
at this difficult time.

What difficult time? You're wearing
a headless zebra costume.

Where's the head?

Uh, well, that's, uh, a question

that all of Australia
should be asking itself right now,

wouldn't you say?

- Senator? Senator?
- Senator?

- Hello.
- Good morning.

I'm from the Department
of Community Services.

We're looking for
Miss Melissa Partridge.

You called Community Services on me?

- Is something the matter?
- No!

Amy, come on. You're right on time.

Um, I will be in my office
if you need me.

Good day to you both.

- Come on through.

I'm just so confused.

- I really have no idea.

Yeah? No idea. That's good.

Good? Hearts are breaking out there,
Wendy, and it's my fault.

No, Amy, it's...it's, you know...

You are being honest with yourself
and that's...

You remember, it's all there.
It's in my book, in Chapter 12.

You're talking numbers to me, Wendy.

I'll give you numbers.

Two marriages, seven kids,
one big business.

There's a lot at stake here.

I mean, I know what
the right thing to do is

but I'm just not sure
it's what I want.

Toby is such a sweetheart.

And Kit's...

Wendy, I'm in the middle
of a crisis here.

Are you paying me
any attention at all?

I'm sorry.
It's a really strange day.

Well, I am paying you
above the odds, Wendy.

We all have our strange days.

I'm not convinced that
you do have strange days.

You know?

You've been coming to me
for three years,

and it's always the exact same story,
you know?

Toby's a sweetheart,
Kit's an animal. It never changes.

Your days are all screwed up.

So that means, by definition,
that they're not actually strange.

Do you understand me?

You know, if you fuck a gorilla once,
then that is strange and it's sad.

But if you fuck a gorilla
every single day,

then you're just into
fucking gorillas.

- Fucking gorillas?
- Mm.

That's your professional opinion,
is it?

That is my professional opinion.

Well, I shan't be darkening
your doorstep again.

Well, I don't blame you.

You know, in three years we have
achieved absolutely bugger all!

- Yes. Yes, yes.

I'm sure it's all over the net
by now, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Yes, yes.

Well, after you've
had your little chuckle,

can you just find me
my spare suit and shit?

Alright.

And we can crack on because
I've got a speech to make.

OK, this, uh, spare suit and shit
would be...?

- Well, here, in the closet.
- Right.

Oh, OK. Well, you show me
where the magical closet is.

Are you telling me
I don't have a spare suit?

Yes, that's exactly
what I'm telling you, Cleaver.

Everybody has a spare suit.

Nicole, I'm really starting to doubt
your level of compet...

Well, you had four spare suits
before the Andy Chow passed.

OK, call up Da Vinci's, please,

and tell them that
I left my suit pack there.

- And it's a national emergency.
- And, yes, it's a national emergency.

OK, well, they're not open, Cleaver,
and you're on in 15 minutes.

Why did you put me down to talk
about banking in the first place?

I mean, I don't know anything
about... What do I know?

You said you wanted
to raise your profile!

And banking is a very big issue.

- I thought it would be great for you.
- Reschedule it.

I can't. It's the Senate,
it's not a dental appointment.

Well, what are we...?

I mean, they're not going to let me
in there like this, are they?

Don't be like that. I think that you
look really lovely as a zebra.

Come on, I've seen you
spin weirder shit in court.

OK.

I'm...I'm going to take this
as a challenge.

- Mm-hm.
- Alright?

- Mm-hm.
- OK.

Can you find out
everything there is to know

about where zebras come from?

Okey-dokey.

Zebras.

Mr President,

I have recently discovered,
to my great shock,

that instead of being born
in Deniliquin, New South Wales,

and christened Fiona Eileen Boyd,
as I truly believed,

it transpires that I was born
in Gdansk, Poland,

and christened
Fjonana Anastazja Laszlo.

It was therefore utterly bewildering

to discover
that I had Polish citizenship

at the time of the election.

And so I shall be resigning
from the Senate forthwith.

- Shame!
- About time.

My parents, Lech and Henrika,

who are currently visiting relatives
in Gdansk,

are mortified that they
forgot to tell me this detail.

But in fairness to them,
they do have limited English.

Oh, for fuck's sake, I thought
we cleaned all this shit up.

Who's next on our ticket?

- Lu Yuen.
- And he's Australian?

She!

She is a naturalised Australian who
renounced her Chinese citizenship.

OK, that's not my point, Gar.

It's not the gender I'm concerned
about. It is the Australian-ness.

We need to look dinkum again.

We can appoint anyone we want, right?

Well, as a place filler
till the next election, yeah.

Alright. We need to get
someone old-school.

Someone who can scare the shit
out of them.

We need the limelight back on us.

OK, good.

- Fuck, fuck.

- Fuck you!

Go.

Oh, you bloody piece of shit.

- OK.

The Senate is debating
the proposed amendments

to the Banking and Financial
Regulations Act 2015.

- Senator Greene.
- Oh, yes, Mr President.

You must be aware that your costume,
or whatever it may be described as,

is beyond inappropriate.

- How is that, Mr President?
- Senator Greene, don't toy with me.

There are standing orders
which you are aware of.

Yes, Mr President.

I would respectfully refer you to

one of the great former speakers
of the other place,

the luminous Sir Billy Snedden,
who in 1977,

issued a ruling allowing the wearing
of safari suits in the Lower House.

And I would respectfully submit,
Mr President,

that my current attire is nothing
if not a safari suit.

Alright, go. Print.

Well, you were printing before.

I don't need a cable!
It doesn't need a cable!

Well, because
I've used all the paper!

This is like
the Year 9 library printer!

Very well, Mr Greene.
May as well kick things off.

Mr President, I really must object.

Sit down, Senator Potter.
Proceed, Senator Greene.

Thank you, Mr President.

I shall proceed.

Are you seriously
going to let him speak, you moron?

For Christ's sake!

The man is wearing a zebra suit.

Kick him out!

Don't let him talk.

Fuck!

Shit!

That, that.

Mr President, I don't know
if this chamber is aware

that today is
Botswanan Independence Day.

And that the national symbol
of Botswana is the zebra,

surely one of the most,
if not THE most,

magnificent creature
in all of God's creation.

Mr President, point of order.

Oh, now it's fricken Gollum!

May I point out
that Senator Greene's remarks

are simply un-Australian.

For a member of this chamber

to suggest that any foreign animal
could be as majestic as a kangaroo

is simply un-Australian
and I ask that it be withdrawn.

Resume your seat, Senator Evans.

OK, thank you.

Oh! OK!

Something isn't more beautiful
than something else

just because it was
born in Australia.

Well, it bloody well is!

Well, you know, I mean,
I would probably find

a syphilitic iguana more beautiful
on many levels than Senator Evans

and she's an Australian animal.

You're both warned!

Mr President, I defer, of course, to
Senator Greene's obvious expertise

when it comes to matters
of lizards and syphilis.

You are both warned!

- Ooh! You right?
- It's OK, don't worry.

Yep.

Ah, fuck you!

Get myself up. Everybody, I'm fine!
Thank you for helping me.

Now, I can see, just looking
around this chamber here today,

I can see a look of utter
bewilderment on their faces

as they're all clearly wondering
what is this mysterious connection

between Botswanan independence
and the mighty zebra?

Dave, Dave, Dave!

Can you give that to the zebra?

Oh, fuck!

And so...we turn to history.

Oh, please!

And, Mr President...

..I have here, uh, a list before me

of six massive
foreign investment banks

which are going to apply
for tax exemption

under the amendments
before this chamber today.

Now, each of these banks
seems to boast, on its website,

that they started life
as a humble trading company

in 19th-century Africa.

And each of which, one might
therefore reasonably assume,

is complicit in such matters as,
shall we say, slavery,

shall we say, rape and pillage.

What about the hunting down of
animals such as the noble zebra?

The skinning of them, sending of
their hides back to Great Britain...

Senator Greene, you're warned!

..where they ended their days sadly,
pathetically,

under the chubby pink buttocks
of the noble burghers of London.

Senator, you have been warned!

This, Mr President,
is the coat of arms,

the proud coat of arms,

of the British investment bank
Quist Farrow

who apparently made
their first million pounds or so

on the backs of the people
of Botswana.

Mr President, I propose
that all Commonwealth nations

boycott Quist Farrow

and its brother money factories

until taxes and reparations
are made with interest.

And I further propose

that this government
stops suckin' up to these banks!

This was supposed to be
a boring, dull as dishwater,

nobody gives a shit set of amendments

to an act nobody understands.

- Except our donors.
- Precisely.

And now, because of this clown,

there is going to be
dedicated scrutiny

of what we are doing.

And dedicated scrutiny
is the last thing

this government can afford right now.

This was supposed to go through
on the voices.

Now it is a shrieking fucking mess!

I thought I had it all here at home

but then a chance encounter
drew me to a Pacific island.

These are just four of 200 kids

I've been spending
six years helping,

to varying degrees of success.

I don't want to appear an ingrate,
Minister,

but as grateful as I am
for the award,

it's the kids that make me proud.

Oh! Of course.

Wendy Greene?

- Oh!
- I don't mean to impose.

No. I-I mean, you're the minister.

- Hello. Nice to meet you.
- Virginia Drake. How do you do?

- How do you do?
- I'm so pleased to see you here.

I'm not just a fan of your book.

I believe that despite
all the bullshit claims of progress

in terms of women's issues
and marital issues

and the way we talk about women,

that these are issues in dire need
of the ventilation you give them

in the book.

- The ventilation?
- Yes, the ventilation.

I was wondering if you would like
to come to Canberra sometime.

I'm trying to set up
a steering committee

which would inform a white paper
on women's issues

from a mental health perspective.

And from what I've read,

you just might be the person
to head that committee.

Uh...

So guess what I did today.

What, my darling?

I resigned from the Nats
and joined the Liberal Party.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

And now that
that Polish girl's carked it...

- Well, she's not dead.
- Politically, she is.

Yes. Yeah.

Which means that there's
a casual vacancy in the Senate.

I know China girl
was next on the ballot

but it's really up to the PM
in the end, isn't it?

That would be the case, yes.

So you'll talk to her?

Who. The PM?

No, Beyonce, you idiot.

You want the Senate seat?

I want the old
Cal MacGregor magic back.

Or...

Oh.

Huh?

Huh?

- Mm-hm.
- Pretty good.

You were exceptional.

Incredible work.

We share this moment.

- Alright?
- This is gold, boss.

Can't wait to see
the morning tabloids.

Well, big day.
I guess it must be beer o'clock.

Float around the Members,
get the scuttlebutt.

OK, so in the, um...in the spirit
of sharing this moment,

this job is really hard

without a press officer

who still thinks that we're at war
with the Kaiser

and that beer o'clock
is still a real thing.

So please can we get someone
who has a Facebook account

or just someone knows
what Facebook is?

No.

No, I'm sorry, Nicole.

It's...it's called humanity, alright?
You should try it sometime.

Cleaver, he's not a journalist.

He covered league with the 'Sun'
for 24 years of his life.

Alright, well, can we get him
an assistant, perhaps?

Just, please, please just anyone
who can say the word 'digital'

without needing to say 'rectal'
because he finds it so funny.

- Well, what about this.

Can you get me an assistant?

Because I can't do 100% of my job

and 80% of your job

and 95% of Frank's.

Oh, come on! I mean, how much
do you owe his brother?

OK. OK.

Leave it with me.

Senator Greene's suit pack, sir.

Thanks very much.
The Senator will be most relieved.

Speaking of relief, may I avail
myself of the gentlemen's?

- Of course, sir.
- Thank you.

Now...what would his
impenetrable code be?

Let's try this.

1-1-1.

Oh, finally!

Mate, these blackberries are the best
things I've ever had my mouth.

- I'm glad you're enjoying them.
- Incredible.

Oh, your phone beeped
a couple of times.

- Oh, right.
- Ah, dammit.

- Pardon me.

Oh, fuck.
You are kidding me.

So you're saying
my account's been shut down?

Yes, you keep reminding me I missed
a payment in May and another in June

but then I covered all that weeks ago
and now my account's in credit.

OK, listen to me.

So what you're saying is, you are
going to shut down my account

and, what,
send me a cheque for $7.85?

Where exactly am I meant to
stick that?

I see.

So...troubles with your bank?

Yeah, they...they sacked me.

I-I don't understand.

My account was in credit.

And your bank was?

- A-Next.
- Whose primary shareholder is?

I don't want to play
the suspense game.

Quist Farrow.

- Pardon me.
- Oh.

The bank you were satirising today
in the parliament.

They can't do that, can they?

- Did you miss two payments?
- Yes, I missed two.

I mean, I'm always missing payments
but, you know, then I catch up.

The government can't pay you cash.

You need a bank account.

Yeah, well, I'll just set up
a new bank account.

OK. If you think you can.

Senator Cleaver Greene.

Open a bank account.

Yeah. Are you a man or a machine?

Oh, you're...oh, you're a man!

OK, great.

Alright, listen, mate, I want to do
business with your bank, alright?

Yes, I can make a deposit of $7.85,
if that's what it takes.

There are no credit issues, mate.

Listen, sport, I am a senator in
the Australian Parliament, alri...

- Hello?

Unbelievable!

We have good relations with Treasury
and the Department of Finance.

Who's we?

The drivers. We look after them.

So you are saying
YOU could get me a bank account?

I'm saying I could make
discreet inquiries,

but it could take time.

So in the meantime,
do you need some cash on hand?

No, no, mate.
No, I couldn't do that.

- $200?
- No.

- Would that be enough for tonight?

- Hello?
- Hi, hi.

Um, are you free for dinner tonight?

I've just had a chat
with the Health Minister,

so I'm coming to Canberra
this afternoon for a meeting.

- The Health Minister? Oooooh!
- Yeah.

And I'd really like
to talk to you.

Ah, you know, I've got a couple
of things on the schedule

but I can probably push them off.

Uh, what about that place
we went to last time,

you know, the guy with the hat?

Yes. OK. Thanks.
I'll see you there at 8:00.

Lovely.

You couldn't make that $300,
could you, mate?

No problem.

- What's this?
- Normal.

Just sign and fill in your name.

Don't trouble yourself
with the rest.

Ah, alright. Very...very good.

I suppose we should be
businesslike about this.

Who are these idiots?

They would be
your latest BuzzStays.

Is that today? Oh, no!

Oh, fuck, there's a lot of them.

Hello.

- Mr Greene, see, I am Ahmad.
- Yes.

I have the 2-week booking.

Yes. Yes, Mr Ahmet.

But you see here where it says
two...two guests only.

And, yet, you seem to be
seven people.

And I can't accommodate
seven people here.

There are two beds here, alright,
and one of them is mine.

No, this is a seven, not a two.

Always meant to be the seven.

Yes, no.

Always a two.

I mean, the dimensions of the space
would tell us that it's a two.

It's two.

My mother comes tomorrow
with her cousins.

It means so much. Family again.

Yes, well, that's lovely.
Family is...family is everything.

How wonderful. Your mother must not
come here, though, with her cousins.

No. No. Because of fire.

There are fire laws. Laws.

And I'm a senator. I am a senator.

- You are a senator?
- I am a senator.

- Senator mush.

- Senator. Yes. So...

Hello.

Um, you may want to
come back to the House.

Why?

Well, there is a little protest
out there

at which Penny Evans is saying
some pretty shitty things about you

and how you represent everything
that's wrong with the country.

Oh, God, I hate her!

Alright, I'll get changed.

I've just been on Facebook
and the zebra has got a lot of likes.

As Frank would tell you,
if he knew what Facebook was!

Cleaver Greene
is a city criminal.

He does not know what it's like
to be a farmer!

Her torture
of the English language

is currently under review
by the United Nations...

..since he gave up drugs.

IF he's given up drugs!

Her personality
has all the magical colours

of a decommissioned dialysis bag.

..is taking
from the regional poor

and giving to
the drug-dealing city criminals!

..whose maiden speech
required a sanctioned...

Cleaver Greene
doesn't care about jobs.

Within minutes

the honourable members
were calling for oxygen

and...and...and bleeding
from the ear.

He has made vast sums of money
from trying to keep and keeping...

You're fucking kidding me!

You're a witness
to a serious crime, Senator.

There's nothing inappropriate about
interviewing a witness, is there?

No, no, nothing inappropriate.

But it's just the fucking perp parade
in front of the press, mate,

when you could have
done this in my office.

This is political.
Don't think I don't know.

So you guys, you better get ready to

either pop one in the back of my head
or go down,

because I have been dealing with
fuckwits like you my whole life.

We had no choice, Senator.

You've been previously convicted
of conspiracy to commit murder.

Acquitted on appeal, fucksticks,
as well we know!

My record is clean.

I have...
She...she's not dead, is she?

No. Shoulder. Flesh wound.
Admit it - you hate her.

Who doesn't hate her?
I'm not Robinson Crusoe there, mate.

I mean, there's a long line,
isn't there?

Excuse us, please, for a moment,
would you, sir?

Oh! Oh, righto, yep.

I'll just, um...
I'll just entertain myself.

Cleaver, I'm here to help.

Oh, I'm sure you are, mate.

The optics,
they're a bit of a problem.

Are they? The optics?

Yes, the optics.

Plus we have, uh, hm...

..certain footage of you naked
in front of young boys.

Oh, come on, Gar! Fuck!

It's politics.

You must have known that
when you signed up.

I didn't sign up, mate.

I ran against my sister, alright,

not the whole apparatus
of government.

Well, if you want this to go easy,

we will expect you to say and do
nothing for the rest of your term.

My whole campaign was based on
saying and doing nothing, mate. Easy.

And supporting the government
in the Senate.

Or...

..I will make it my business...

..that the next five years for you
will be a living hell.

It's your call.

Supporting the government
on everything?

On everything.

This is a really
shithouse business, isn't it?

I mean, I thought the law
was bad but...

I mean, you're not a total
100% turd of a man.

But you're so close.
You're 98% there.

Wow!

How do you sleep at night?

I don't, really.

Oh, by the way...

..if I ever find you

within a country mile
of Caitlin Farquhar again,

I will hurt you.

If I find out you've been
touching her, even looking at her,

even sharing the same air
she breathes,

I will massacre you.

And I don't mean politically.

Wendy! Hello!

- Hello, Minister.
- Oh, Virginia, please.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you for coming.

Can we get you a drink of some kind?

- Just some water, thank you.
- Thanks, Danielle.

I'm so excited
about this new initiative.

I'm... I mean, the government
wants to do something about

reforming mental health,

both in terms of its funding
and methodology,

and I want you to be part of it.

Oh. Well, I'm...I just...

I'm so flattered, and I'm incredibly
excited, Virginister. Um...

- Sorry, Virginia.
- Oh!

Let me take you through
what I've been thinking.

He even argued
about the dog!

That was my dog. I've had Rasta
since he was a puppy.

If only he'd have been
as interested in the kids.

You know, it's been a nightmare
trying to do this job,

and maintain a cheery face,
and go through this shit.

You know, the nation's sick,
and I can't show stress,

'cause it's a sign of weakness
in women, isn't it?

Yeah, I just...

Sounds like you've been having
a really tough time of it, Virginia,

but in terms of a national mental
health strategy, I'm just...

- I'm not...
- I love your book.

I read it every night.

But I can't go public
that I'm seeing someone.

So I'm setting up a new
internal mental health division,

to be headed by you.

You'll have an office
and staff on this floor,

so we can devise a new mental
health strategy for the nation.

400K salary,
plus all the other bullshit.

But you'll have to be available
to me pretty much 24/7.

I have high ambitions, Wendy,
and I need someone to help me,

and I want it to be you.

I really, really do.

Uh...yeah, I, uh...

Um...I have a practice
back in Sydney, Virginia, so...

I need you, Wendy.

Oh, God. Jesus.

What were you doing in there, Wendy?

I was just having a chat.

You know that she's getting a divorce?
That she wants to be PM?

She's basically crazy.

Well, she might be, but she just
offered me a very interesting job.

- Are you going to take it?
- I don't know.

We're just in negotiations.
I haven't made a decision.

- There's no rush.
- Well, she's in a rush.

Oh, what's that supposed to mean?

Because I think that she's turning,
and I think that she likes you.

Oh, Jack, you need help.

Oh, Wendy, I know! I do!

- Can you please give it to me?
- Oh, God. Jack, please.

You know that I can destroy
her career in three phone calls.

- Uh-huh.
- Maybe even two.

Mmm.

Because this Government,
it depends on me.

- Mm-hm.
- I am the glue here.

So, please, can you have dinner
with me, maybe?

Jack, I have told you
on numerous occasions,

when you display some signs
of emotional sanity,

then I will consider
going out with you.

Wendy!

Damn it.

Let me get this straight.
You advertise this service, alright?

You...you facilitate everything.

You draw up contracts,
you accept payments, you...

..you trumpet the success
of your endeavours.

But if anything goes wrong,
like my home being invaded by Turkey,

you want nothing to do with it, do...

No, listen to me, listen to me.

I have...I want these people gone,
alright?

I've had a very hard day,
a very hard day.

I was...I was almost shot today.

No, I will not press hash.
I will not press hash.

Fuck ya! Fuck your hash!

You did this.

She did this.

Huh?

- Huh?
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Oh, you look great.

Oh, thank you.

So I want to talk about Missy.

Oh, well,
thank you very much.

Yes, it was rather
a stressful day today.

Well, you weren't
the one that got shot.

Well, no, but I was with the one
who got shot,

or had herself shot,
as the case may be.

Oh, she had herself shot, did she?

Yes, almost certainly,
almost certainly.

Right, OK, so with Missy,

you brought her to my house
for a couple of days

and that was...that was
almost two years ago.

- Was it really?
- Yeah.

- God, time flies, doesn't it?
- Mmm, it does.

So in that time,
she has assaulted me,

she's taken drugs with my son,
she's thrown up on my bed,

she's made me a grandmother
at the age of 45,

she called Community Services
the other day,

and she nearly had me arrested for
spilling some tea on Winnie's leg.

- Oh, God.
- So, you know what?

I think it's your turn.

- I'm giving you four weeks' notice.
- My turn?

I could not be more reasonable.

Right, well, I'm not much chop
with the stray creature thing.

As you would know, my tendency
is to lead them more astray.

Yeah, OK. I didn't know
this was coming,

but I've actually been offered a job
here in Canberra

with the Minister of Health.

- You're joking.
- Yep.

And if I take it, I'm going to be
renting out the house, so...

Great! You can stay with me.

No, I can't live
with you.

I'm not living with anyone.
I'm living with me.

No Missy, no Winsome, no you.
So you know what?

I want you to do
some of the heavy lifting now.

I'm a senator
in the Australian Parliament.

I mean, I am...
I'm an Olympic heavy-lifter.

Do you know how much work I do?

Yes, I do, because all that stuff's
published online now, so...

- Is it?
- Yes, all the attendances, speeches.

It's all there.
It's all very easy to find.

- You do fuck all.
- I mean, that's really weird.

- That's very Orwellian.
- Cleaver, can you just...about...

OK, here's the thing.

I... And I could go to jail
for telling you this.

I currently...

..have seven Turkish intelligence
operatives staying in my place.

Mmm.

Hang on, is that the same
Turkish family of seven

that you've rented
half your place out to on BuzzStay?

How would you know that?

Well, you're very lazy, you know,
and when you send an email,

and you just find the name
that you want on a recent thread

and you click on that...

- Well, that goes to 40 or 50 people.
- God, that shouldn't...

What's a thread?
See, this is Nicole's fault.

That shits me. That's...

OK, so the thing is,
I'm going to tell Missy

that you want her and Winsome
to come and stay with you,

and that you will find her a job,

and they can stay
as long as they like,

until Fuzz does whatever he decides
he's going to do.

Oh, this is so you, isn't it?

Two days became two years, alright?

You take advantage of my kindness,
and that is a form of abuse.

But see, if you're...if you're
moving to Canberra...

Mmm.

..why can't they all just stay
at your place?

Oh, my God. Have you not listened
to a single word I've said?

Or Fuzz. Fuzz could rent from you,
or something.

Alright, I don't know for sure,

but I think Fuzz has got another
woman in America, doubtless older,

and that is why he is, as you
so consistently were, absent.

OK? So I guess I will
see you around.

What? Whoa, hey, whoa.

I thought we were having dinner.

Jesus Christ!

Excuse me, friend.

Uh...may I have another one
of those, please?

Oh, actually, hold on a minute.

Keep that thought.

OK, can I have about - between a
third and a quarter of one of those,

depending on your level
of generosity?

Cleaver.

Oh!

You did this yourself.

Within a quarter of a second,

you turned me into Dr Evil

and you into the nation's sweetheart.

- I'm onto you.
- Buy you a drink?

Two whiskeys, thanks.

I have a question for you.

Why are you so mean to me?

Thanks.

You vex me with your bullshit.

- I vex you?
- You do.

- You don't think you vex me?
- No, no, it's not that.

It's just I was, um...

..patronisingly thinking, "Who uses
the word 'vex' where you come from?"

I do. I'm kind of a 'shameleon',
Cleaver.

- Name a postcode.
- No, I don't want to name a...

I don't want to play
a little game with you.

- Oh, you already are, Cleaver.
- Mm-hm.

Alright, I'll make it easier for you.
Name a...name a suburb.

Toorak.

Toorak. 3142.

Darling, that coat is divine.

Did Johnny whip it up for you?

If he did,
he is borderline roadkill to me.

Never speaking to him again!

So you're bullshit, is that right?

You're... Are you...?
You're complete bullshit.

No, I believe every word I say.

But what you say is not important.

It's not the issue.
It's how you say it.

- People want us to be just like them.
- No, they don't.

The last thing I want is
for my politicians to be like me,

even though, as me, I am one.

I want them to be better.

Well, most people don't.

So what's your real postcode?

4405 - the gorgeous Darling Downs.

So I didn't lie when I said
I was from farming country.

What I omitted to say was that

it was one of the biggest
agricultural concerns in Queensland,

and my father was very wealthy.

But no-one asked,
because they're myopic, the press,

and they're stupid.

I did go to the local public school
until I was 10,

and then on to St Margaret's -
very hoity-toity.

And then Sydney University -
arts/law.

- Arts/law at Sydney?
- Mmm.

But under my maiden name.

You see, I was married twice,
once at 19 and once at 21,

both regrettably briefly.

I don't...I don't understand
how you can keep this secret.

What about your friends
and people who knew you?

Well, they're all pretty much
paid-up members

of the Penny Evans Party.

Yeah, but not
all of them are.

What about the people
who aren't paid-up members

of the Penny Evans's Party?

Well, the people who aren't paid-up
members of the Penny Evans Party

know how to lead a quiet life.

You see, Cleaver,
I'm this nation's Trump.

My base will never desert me.

It can only build,
as I build a nation.

So you gamed it out.

I want to change the country,
Cleaver.

I don't want to herd sheep.

Not that there's anything
wrong with that.

Are you going to pay for these?

Mr Ahmet?

Good morning, sir. My name is Leon.

Mr Jakub sends his apologies,
but is not well,

and would not wish you
to catch any bugs.

Ah.

OK, well, thank you, Leon.

Uh...and he said to tell you
he had made some calls.

Did he?

Excellent. Excellent.

The people you didn't
want in your home, they have gone?

Yes, yeah. They...oh, they've...
They seem to have vanished.

Did he, uh...mention anything
to you about banking?

No, sir.

Mmm. Phwoar. Very peckish.

Would you like to stop
for some breakfast and coffee?

- Oh, well...
- Mr Jakub told me.

Let's just have a...

Mmm...

No, no, that's...that's fine, mate.

I don't...I don't need...
I don't need food.

Oh, mate,
you don't have any coins, do you?

I apologise, sir, just cards.

Ah, yes, the cashless
freaking economy.

Would you like to save the future
by acknowledging the past?

I really would.

Do I just have to acknowledge it?

Well, the acknowledgement
is traditionally accompanied

by a donation.

Oh, damn it. Oh, I'm out of cash.

I've just, uh...

- You don't take cards, I suppose?
- Yes, we do!

You do?

Will that be savings,
cash or credit?

Uh...well, that's...um...

Oh, damn it.

No. You wouldn't, um...

That's expired. Alright, now listen.

You just hold on there for a minute.

I'm going to zip in there,
come right back out

and get one of those things.

- Yep.
- Because I am going to acknowledge.

Senator Greene,

how long are you going to keep
this little girl waiting?

Senator Greene?

Ah. Mm.

Mm.

You never told me about these
free breakfast "Friends of" dealies.

Yeah, well, you said you didn't
want to know about anything

unless it paid.

Well, that's...I mean,
it's free food! Hello!

Does that shit happen every morning?

Yeah. If you came before noon,
you'd know that.

I think there's a...

There's a Parliamentary Friends
of Palestine in five,

and later there's a big lunch for
Parliamentary Friends of Star Trek

in the Chancellor's room.

No, no, no, I'm full as a goog.

Put me down for Star Trek, though.
OK.

I need the float, please.
Where's the float?

No, I've forbidden you from
touching the float, Cleaver.

Oh, that's ridiculous.
That's just controlling.

OK, you can sort this out.

Take a half of our float

and go and give it to one of those
little Christine people, please.

They're called Caroline Girls.

Caroline Girls.

Take...take a third...a quarter
of our float

and go and give it to one of them.

And don't make a big fuss
that it's from me.

As long as
everybody knows it's from me.

OK.

And Caitlin wants you on her show
this evening.

- Caitlin?
- Yep.

Tell her to go to hell.

Well, there is rumour the PM's
going to dump the Senate President

and replace him
with a crossbencher, so...

- Whatever, whatever.
- Oh, whatever.

Yeah, whatever.
Only 250K more, Cleaver.

Private dining room,
lots of fact-finders overseas.

Senator Evans,

let me start by saying
we are so relieved

you survived that shocking
assassination attempt,

which followed a heated exchange
between you both.

Well, thank you, Caitlin.

Yes, I'm no stranger
to the threat that attaches itself

to trying to make
Australia great again.

Yes, I roundly condemn the attempt
against Senator Evans's life,

although I do believe
it was actually intended for me.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

Well, word around Canberra is

the PM is going to dump
Senate President James Jordan

and replace him with a crossbencher.

Do either of you want to become
president of the Senate,

a well-paid job for a eunuch,
as some have described it?

- Ah.
- Well, look, Caitlin.

Any government that would
contemplate a drug-addled murderer

as president of the Senate

needs to be chucked out
on its ear, because...

Yeah, overturned.
Overturned on appeal.

Senator Greene is a grub
without a conscience.

He is a liar without a heart,

and a beast with absolutely
no beauty whatsoever.

He is a lazy, lying, selfish nobody,

and the really sad thing about that,
Caitlin, is he doesn't even know it.

Cleaver Greene, are you
a lazy, selfish, lying nobody?

Well, Caitlin, Penny Evans -

which is not her original name,
by the way -

is beyond delusional.

She is actually
a straight up and down liar.

She's been lying to all of us,

her constituents in particular,
for years now.

Her modest farming family that
she bangs on about all the time

turns out to have been

one of Australia's biggest
agricultural concerns.

She attended the elite St Margaret's
private girls school,

and Sydney University, where she...
she studied arts and law,

and married frequently,

a fact not detected by you
or your colleagues, Caitlin.

She's been lying to all of us
to create a persona,

a persona that is politically palatable
to a certain constituency.

She is a 100%
dyed-in-the-wool fraud.

Penny Evans?

You know, this isn't the first time

Senator Greene has pulled a stunt
like this.

Mainly during his time
as a criminal barrister.

So, Caitlin, I've come prepared.

Here is my dad's farm.

Here are some shots of me
in my class at Bundaroo High.

I wouldn't even know
where... What was it?

..St Margaret's was.

Here is my HSC certificate,
again stating Bundaroo High.

I mean, Sydney University -
give me a break.

I've never been married.

And, to finish off,
I have a pile of stat decs

from my friends, relations,
colleagues and neighbours,

who will confirm my identity

and the history of my life
as I've told it today.

So I think, Senator Greene,

you'll be hearing from my lawyers
as early as tomorrow morning,

because no-one calls me a bald-faced
liar and doesn't pay for it.

You're a piece of work,
aren't you?

I know.

A very attractive piece of work,
but a piece of work.

Now is not the time, Cleaver.

Get your make-up off. Relax.

Do you just want to excuse
the Senator and myself

for a moment, please?

Sir, I'm sorry, you need 100 points
of ID to open a proper account.

- This...this is my passport.
- Mm-hm.

OK, how many points do you want?
How many points is that?

- I've got receipts. I mean, that's...
- Yeah, it's expired.

I'm sorry, sir, you don't have
the hundred points.

I'm a Commonwealth senator.

Are you telling me that there is
not a single account in this place

that you can open for me?

No, sir.

OK, what about your Tiny Tycoon
Super Saver?

Well, you're neither tiny
nor a tycoon.

- I am a tycoon!
- Oh, really?

Yes! And I'm tiny.

Look, I'm a tiny tycoon.

How bad is this?

- How bad is this fucking place?
- Security!

- Look at me.
- Security!

I'm a fucking tiny tycoon.

I'm a member
of the Australian Parliament,

and I've had it up to pussy's bow
with this shit!

Why are we putting up with
this abuse from these leeches?!

Hey!

That's my head!

- Mate, give me back my head!

I'm not going to get my bloody
deposit back, you bastard!

Give it back!
Give it back, you bastard!

Following a successful leadership
challenge in the party room,

I have been elected the leader

of the Federal Parliamentary
Liberal Party.

There's about to be a coup.

What, a coup in Parliament?

A quantum power shift

with massive implications
for this country at large.

Senator Cleaver Greene.

I was your fellow speaker here today.

Ah. Li-Ming Wu.

This ice-cream,

that has been so much a part of
the lives of ordinary Australians,

will slip through
Noyce Industry's hands

and into the clutches
of the Communist regime.