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Not terrorists, Angela.

Turds and cleaning fluids
in a lethal combination.

Not a terrorist attack, you say.

No. No worries on that front.

I mean, the Government
wants to do something

about reforming mental health,
and I want you to be part of it.

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?

I wouldn't want to be seen
coming here all the time,

so perhaps we could meet
for a coffee?

- 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.

Let hell rain down!

Dad promised it to me!

Bullshit, he did!

A summons - who is it?
Oh, let me guess.

- Penelope...
- Penelope Evans. Yes, yes.

Uh...can we expect to see more of
you around these parts?

Well, there's no shortage of people
with personal problems.

You know, Penny, I do so miss
the old courtroom.

Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen,

members of the press,
for your attendance.

Now, I have just returned from
a brief visit with His Excellency

the Governor-General of Australia,

where he commissioned me
to form a new government

as a result of last night's ballot

for the leadership of
the Federal Liberal Party.

At this point, I would like to
pay a heartfelt and sincere tribute

to former Prime Minister Greg
Peters' bold 21 weeks in office.

Well done, Greg.

But I must also say to you,
firmly and sincerely,

that I believe now is the time
for the great ship Australia

to be steered back to a true
and steady course,

for this is truly not the time...

Oh, God.

..for sectional or marginal
interests.

We are one nation.
We are one united Austr...

Click on this link if you
want to learn more, Senator Greene.

Ooh, Senator Greene.

You know my name.

Ah, good morning, Glenda.

Enjoying your BuzzStay?

Oh. Oh, shit.

Oh...what?

No, no, I just...
I meant to close this,

but I clicked on the link
instead of...

I meant to close something.

No, no, no. It's fine, I think.

That's fine, that's fine.

Uh, now. Cup of coffee.

Um...how did you sleep?

I had sweet dreams,
if that's what you meant.

Yeah, no, I pretty much just meant,
"How did you sleep?"

How was...how was the snooze?

Bed comfy?

Comfortable, but a tad lonely.

Well, yeah, oh, well.

Can we talk about our feelings?
There's no point bottling them up.

Oh, well, I'm...I'm a bit of a fan
of the bottle-up, actually.

They're all saying that's...
that's the way to go these days.

My wife's a shrink, and she says
bottling up is very underrated.

Um...she's a big fan of the
bottle-up, as was Freud, apparently.

I'm sure we'll work it out.
Look, Glenda, I've, um...

I've just come out of a complicated,
long-term relationship, so...

I'm not talking about
a relationship, Cleaver.

I'm talking about intercourse.

Intercourse.

Sexual intercourse.

Yes, yes, I... Yes, that's...

Yeah. Can we...?

- I've... What's that noise?

Will you just excuse me for a moment,
please, Glenda?

Oh, holy mother.
How is that possible?

Oh, no!

Oh, fuck, don't...
No, no, no, no!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Oh, God! Fuck.

Cleaver!

- Cleaver.
- Yes?

Hey, Cleaver, Cleaver.

- Yeah, yeah. Oh, God. Yes.
- I'm scared, Cleaver.

- Will you come with me?
- Look, uh...

Glenda, there's nothing
I'd like more,

but I've really got to do
a spot of cleaning here,

and I've got to get up to Sydney
for this charity speech thingy.

- Ugh...
- Please be back by Friday.

I'll make it a night
you'll never forget.

Oh... Does she need oxygen?

Ugh...

The old girl alright?

Yeah, yeah, she'll be fine.

Mate, how is it possible
that something like that

can come out of someone
as thin as that?

I mean, that's got to be
double her body weight.

Have you ever, ever seen a poo
that size before?

Oh, yeah. A few.

The thin ones, you know,
they're deceptive, they're...

They're really the ones
you got to worry about, mate.

- They bottle it all up.
- Do they?

Yeah, the fatties are more
evenly spread.

I had no idea.

Oh, that's just science, mate.

- Oh, bloody hell. It's you.
- What?

You're the senator
that stands for nothing.

Oh, yes, yes, yeah.

I've done a bit of work
at parliament myself.

Well, you've done more
than I have, then.

The old parliament,
the one under the tarp.

I was probably the last bloke
in there, actually.

- Right, you were in there on the day?
- Few days later.

They sent a plumber into a building

that had been attacked by terrorists
with toxic gas?

Why?

Just had to iron out a few details.

What, toilet details?

I don't just work on toilets, mate.

I mean, why do people think
that we just work on toilets?

- That pisses me off.
- No. No offence.

But...so, sorry, they sent you in
after they put the tarp on?

Yeah, it's, you know...

Well, no, I don't know. Why?
What were you doing in there, mate?

I mean...

You know, the thing was meant to be
a toxic wasteland.

Mate, do me a favour, alright?

This conversation,
it never happened.

I'll give you 15% off.

- What?
- We done, bro?

- Yeah.
- Does that include GST?

You're going to need a pretty
heavy-hitting cleaner though, mate.

- Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, so 15% off, yeah?

- Cash or card?
- Uh, well, let me just...

Cleaver, you need to be in Sydney
at 12:00.

- You're not even dressed.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, mate.

But look, there is a situation
in there

that you can't even imagine, and...

Come on.

Well, how much is this?

- How much is it, mate?
- $850.

$850? Fuck!

But then there's the 15% off.

No, that includes the 15% off.
And GST.

Are you kidding me?

My father always told me
I should be a plumber.

Very well.

But I would appreciate
a favour today.

My cat is not well, as you know,
and it's causing me despair.

Bless you.

Press the receiver button
on the steering wheel.

Senator Greene speaking.

Why are you answering
your car phone?

Uh, well, mate, a bit of
a complicated situation.

Word is you've had, uh,
quite the morning.

Yes, you could say that.

- Plumbing problems.
- Uh, yes.

How do you know about
my plumbing problem?

We're the government.

Look, I was calling 'cause I was
wondering if you needed any help.

You are a valued crossbencher.

Oh, well, you could
pay the bill, mate.

That's not going to happen.

OK, then, there's nothing
you can do.

Well, we do have a list of
recommended plumbers.

They'll give you 15% off.

Yes, I know. My chief of staff
got a name off that list.

Excellent. Who was it, by the way?

I don't know, some plumber. Jake.

Ah, Jake. And, uh, yeah,
his brother Gordy.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Yeah, good blokes.

- Chatty.
- Well, I suppose so.

You do know that they signed
a nondisclosure agreement with

the Commonwealth about anything
they hear or see in the House.

I hope they weren't too indiscreet,
didn't compromise you at all.

Uh, well, mate, I was just busy
deshitifying myself, so, uh, no.

OK, mate. Well, that's good. Good.

We'll talk soon, eh?

Strange times.

You remember Brian Oatley,
the Defence Minister,

didn't die that day
because of poison gas.

We both know he died on the job
with the Education Minister.

Yes, he died on the job, yes.

So what's that got to do
with plumbing?

You tell me.

No. No, mate. You tell me.

You're a driver, you know
a shitload more than I do.

You know where all the bodies
are buried.

I hope you're not thinking
what I think you're thinking.

What are you thinking
I'm thinking you're thinking?

I'm thinking that you're thinking
that... Oh, Christ.

- Is this what we've come to?
- I'm thinking...

Hmph, I'm thinking that for
economic reasons,

and in the best interests of
our nation,

that we consolidate our list of
contractors to this place.

And I'm thinking, in general terms,
about tradespeople, sparkies,

chippies, and in particular,
I'm thinking about plumbers.

Really?

So this is what you're
talking about?

Serious consolidation?

Consolidation with
extreme prejudice.

Look. I know we're talking
about us going to prison, OK?

We've spent millions
covering up a non-event.

We've bought the biggest bloody tarp
in the world.

I mean, it is a literal cover-up.

It's corruption on a massive scale.

Then consolidation with extreme
prejudice vis-a-vis these plumbers.

That's about our only option, Joe.

It's your call, Prime Minister.

I'll need more time.

You keep up the surveillance.

Nicole, Maria.

Mama. Nicky.

Mama. Nicky.

Hey, Cleave.

This is my darling sister Nadia.
She's in from London.

- Oh.
- This is the boss.

Yeah.

Senator Greene, I'm Nadia Vargas.
I am delighted to meet you.

I'm delighted to meet you too, Nadia.

- Oh, sorry.

I'll just get that, hang on.

I'm sorry, what is she...
What's she do...

What's she got in her ear?

Maria Creche, good afternoon.
How may I help your little ones?

Oh, Maria Creche. Maria Creche.

What's she saying? Can you...

She said you're meant to be
seeing your constituents.

OK, can you just translate this
for her?

Oh, loathsome mother, Senator Greene
would love to see his constituents,

but he can't find them
under all the Lego and Beanie Boos.

Ah.

100,000.

100,000 what?
Freckles? Barbara Cartland novels?

I will settle the defamation suit
for 100,000.

Oh. Let me get my chequebook out.

"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 studied arts and the law,

"and married frequently."

So. Well, you're a so-called lawyer.

What part of that's not defamatory?

Well, none of it is defamatory, ah,
because all of it is nice.

Yes, but none of it's true.

Yes, but you told me it was true,
didn't you?

Ooh, have you got evidence of that?

I will settle, under confidential
terms, for $100,000.

You lied to me. I'm going to court.

Alright. Well, this is written
confirmation of my offer,

which I will tend as evidence
in court if you decline.

Should you do so, and I succeed,
which I will,

my lawyers reckon I'll get about
$1 million in damages

and another $500,000 or $600,000
in costs,

because I was prepared to settle
and not waste the court's time.

I don't have a hundred grand, Penny.

Why are you doing this?

Look, Cleaver,
it's not for the money.

I just think it's an insult
to this country

that you hold the office you do.

I want you gone, and if I have
to bankrupt you to do it, I will.

Then my party can have two seats
in the Senate.

OK, fine. I'll see you in court.

Bye-bye now.

Nicole!

I think I need Roy.

Uh, well, you owe him $500,
so he won't take our calls.

Have you opened your Tiny Tycoon
Super Saver account yet?

Oh. Now, here's the thing about that.

I may have opened a website
that I shouldn't have opened.

And it looked very authentic,
a sort of banking thing.

They knew my name.

You clicked on a bullshit site.
So what? Have you been skimmed?

Well, it looked really legit,
you know, and, um...

But...but...but the problem is that
I still don't seem to have an account

and the people in finance are saying
that they have put all my pay

- into this account...
- Well, OK.

..that I don't seem to be able
to access.

Why would they do that?

Well, because, um, according to them,

I may have given authorisation
to this web page.

Can I just murder you now?

Because there would not be a jury in
all of the land that would convict me.

I still need Roy in here.

Well, you can't have Roy
because you owe him $500.

- Jakub!
- He...

How would you feel, my friend,
if I said to you,

big slap-up Polish feast
at our joint tonight?

OK, there is no "our joint",
Cleaver.

And you can't keep staying at
my place when you're in Sydney.

Could you get Roy on the phone,
please?

Mate, I need $500, just quietly.

And I'm looking at another
ten points, Cleaver.

Yeah, I don't know what that means,
mate. But, no problem.

- Yes?

Oh, Cal. Right on time.

Yes, I'll keep this short,
Ms Greene.

There's no need.
We have an hour set aside.

I am appalled that the Health
Minister is recklessly spending

this vast sum of money
on women's mental health.

OK.

You'll be out of here in a week.

OK.

Cal?

Did you and your brother
ever get on?

My half-brother, you mean?

Yeah, Joe. Did you ever get on?

Dad had a painting that never got
mentioned in his will.

And Dad always promised it to me,

but Joe said that Dad had promised
it to him, which is bullshit!

I mean, Joe didn't even like
farm animals.

That was just something that me
and Dad bonded over.

The thing is, I'm not
a particularly healthy person.

I do run, which is good for weight
and good for general health.

But, I don't...I do secretly drink,
secretly smoke.

It's the stress.

I, um...I only ever really wanted
to play football.

Be captain of the team.

But I...

..I didn't do any better
than 16B's at school.

It's purely emotional.
50 bucks maybe. But he took it!

- So you sued him?
- Of course.

What choice did I have?

Right, so this legal battle that's
been going over this $50 painting.

- It's been going for...
- Seven years.

Cost me upwards of five mill so far.

Nobody knows this, but,
I've only got seven toes.

From birth, it's just a gene thing.

My dad only had five.

Mummy, Mum.

My mum used to joke about what a
great halfback she would've made.

But then I realised she was...

..a socialist...

..and she'd kept it hidden
from us for years.

So I've been doing, well,
I've been doing a fair bit of coke.

Going to clubs and doing a bit of
swinging, which is OK.

So I've got this Healthy Oz
campaign launch next week

and the closer I get to the launch,

the more I just want to get
completely fucked up.

Yeah, but it's not about the money.

But that's actually
one of the reasons

your wife is pissed off with you,
isn't it?

- You've had to move house recently.
- Yeah, yeah.

Can we not talk about Jane today?
Can we save it for next week?

Yep, of course.

She scares me.

- Shit!

- It's OK, it's OK.
- Just check my shoes.

- Check my shoes, check my shoes.
- Coming.

I find this very helpful, Wendy.
Thank you for finding the time.

But no-one needs to know
about this, right?

Absolutely not. And thank you
for the 400K a year, Gareth.

- How many do you want?
- Two.

- Oh.
- Two, please.

Stop trying to fatten me up, please.
Stop. Too many.

What brings you to Sydney, Nadia?

Just a holiday. See the family.

Nadia is a headhunter in
advertising. She's a bigwig.

- Right.
- Modest.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.

Very interesting.

You didn't, uh,
mention that you had a sister.

- Really?
- Mm.

I think it's sweet of you
to include Jakub.

Oh, well, we include Jakub
in everything we do. Don't we, mate?

No. Not in everything we do.

No, not in every thing.
That'd be, a bit, you know,

if there's a good time to be had,
Jakub's there at the top of the list.

Roy wants cash, by the way.

Oh, God.

Nature calls.

Actually, nature's calling me too.

Oh, nature's having a busy night.

Uh, I'm afraid I must go, Senator.

- Really? Oh!
- Bye, mate.

Mama.

I mean, this is delicious.

Ah, you know, you Poles,
with your food.

What?

Good...good on you.
Good on...good for you.

That was fantastic.

Really fantastic.

So, Jakub is what? Your strategist?

Jakub? No. No, he's my driver.

Seems very smart.

Well, yeah, I mean,
he's a smart enough guy.

You have to be quite smart to be
the driver for a senator, 'cause I'm...

I liked his suit.

- His suit?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I mean, you know,
he's quite a well-dressed guy.

He's quite a clever guy,
I will grant you that.

But you know, the suit, obviously
that's a part of his uniform,

his driver's uniform.

Goes with the job that I gave him.

He has four homes.

What the fuck?

All without mortgages.
How does a driver do that?

Jesus, I have no idea.

I like to help him out
with his finances.

You know, 'cause he's a mate
and he's got a wife and...

And two girlfriends.

He was very upfront with me.
I like that.

Yeah.

Yes, I've got a...I've got an
ex-wife and a son and a grand...

..piano, because I love to play.

I'm sure they're just chatting.

Well, that was your mistake, Mama.

- What happened to Jakub?
- I don't know. I don't know.

Oh, she's your darling, Mama?

We're both your darlings, Mum.
We're both your daughters!

You are not a Vargas!
You are not your father's daughter.

Jakub has had a vasectomy.
I find that very attractive.

Wow, you really...

What are you doing?

Just touching your shoulder...
on the shoulder.

- Well, please don't.
- OK.

- Mama, what's the problem?
- She just told me I'm not a Vargas.

- She told you?
- What? You're not a virus?

No, I'm...I'm not a Vargas.
I'm not my father's daughter.

How's that even
scientifically possible?

Why did you tell her?
I'm a Plimpton.

- What's the difference?
- What's the diff? What's the diff?

You are a...
Fuck you, Cleaver!

You just...you fucked my boss
within 30 seconds of meeting him.

I didn't want to fuck your boss,
I really wanted to fuck his driver.

He already has a wife and two
girlfriends. That's enough.

Oh, to you, Mama! To you!

My whole life I'm a Vargas.
Turns out I'm a Plimpton.

Why did you tell her?

She knew?!

- What's a Plimpton?
- Shut up!

- What?
- Shut up!

So this is why you've always had
more affection for her, Mama?

That is horseshit, Nic.

We both knew Mum slept around.

- How dare you?
- What?

I didn't know that actually, Nadia.
Thank you.

Nic, I don't even know
if I'm a Vargas.

- You are a Vargas!
- Says who, Mama?

Who...who...who was the Plimpton?

Mama, who was the Plimpton?

- Mama!
- Mama!

His name was George.

I met him in New York
at a boxing game...

..when I was visiting Uncle Lech.

- George Plimpton?
- What does it matter?

Not THE George Plimpton!

- What do you mean "the"?
- Well, he liked boxing.

He liked boxing, yes?

Yeah, he knew some guys,
but he was no boxer himself.

He just wrote about it.

George Plimpton?!

I mean, the man's a...

He's one of my all-time heroes.
He was an unbelievable journalist.

He's a pal of Muhammad Ali.

He covered the Rumble in the Jungle.

He founded the Paris Review.

Yeah, he was in Africa
for a week or two.

I remember that other fellow
you mentioned.

Which other fellow?

- The black one.
- What, Muhammad Ali?

Well, if that was his name.

There was a meeting.
Yeah, I met him with George.

So you...you...you had dinner
with Muhammad Ali

and you had sex with
George Plimpton?

Oh, yes, that's George.

That's George!

Oh, my God.

Daddy.

- I'm a lawyer. A big lawyer.
- Yeah.

A man known to be savage.

To have no conscience.
My wife knows I have no conscience.

My two-year-old looks at me
like I have no conscience.

But, Cal, it's been five years.

You've put three of my kids through
school with what you've spent

trying to get this shitty little
painting back from your brother.

He's my half-brother,

and my father wanted me to have
that painting, Francis.

He told me so on his death bed,
and that fuckwit...

Cal, it's your word
against your brother's.

Half-brother.

Cal, we have no proof!
You understand?

- It's beautiful!
- No, it isn't.

It's an abomination.

In all my years as a lawyer
I have never said this,

but you have to stop this now.

I actually don't want to take
any more of your money.

It's keeping me up at night, man.

The painting is worth nothing,
and it's insane what you've spent.

Very well, Francis.

Let's consider the matter
terminated.

Morning, folks.

Where's Nadia?

- Melbourne.
- Oh, that's right, yeah.

Oh. I'm gonna go and have a shower.

- Morning.
- Morning, Prime Minister.

You, you, you, you.
I know you. We've met before.

You're very familiar.

Yes, Melissa Partridge.

We met in Sydney a few years ago
at a couple of functions.

I work for Cleaver Greene.

Oh, God. Love a duck. You poor thing.

Well, good luck with all of that.

It's very nice to see you again,
Melissa.

Thank you, Prime Minister.

Shit! Missy! Missy!

Missy? Missy?

How are you, Fluffy?

Oh, Christ alive.

Melissa, through here.

No interruptions, people.

Have a seat. Just...

Right, well, first thing. Eh...

Thank you for not putting me
in your book...which I enjoyed.

And the movie, which...
Oh, God.

Listen, there's not going
to be a sequel, is there?

No.

Thank Christ for that.

So, you and Greene -
you're not together?

No.

Well, not that Greene.

Actually, I've had his grandchild.

That's...

I'm sorry.

So what is it you do for him?
You do media, do ya?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Come and do it for me.
- What?

Come work for me. The Prime Minister.

You know you don't need
to buy my silence, Gareth.

I won't tell anyone.

I know that.

But I need...I need someone who can
tell a story people want to hear.

I have a baby.

Well, not that story, please.

So what sort of job are you
offering me exactly?

Well, I don't know.

You could...you could pick your own
title, except Prime Minister,

because that is
well and truly taken.

But, you know, you could be the...

..the acceptable face of
Australian politics.

Prodigal daughter.

So ex-hooker, ex-drug addict, mother
of a child to an ex-client's son.

Yes, yes, yes!

That is the CV the right
really needs now.

What about those stories
about you and Caitlin?

Are they true?

Oh, who cares?
They don't have to be.

There are other stories because...

..I'm a man of many appetites.

I know.

Oh, come on. Come on.

We'll start from page one.

And after taking Greene down
once and for all.

But, you know, I think I think Penny
Evans has got that one covered.

Oh, don't take down Cleaver, Gareth.

I wouldn't like that.

It appears,
Mr President, that a blue tarp

is our new national symbol.

A giant blue tarp entirely encasing
Parliament House,

the international symbol that is the
wreckage that is this government.

Have you seen the memes,
Mr President?

The world is laughing at us from
Washington DC to London to Beijing,

Minsk, Phnom Penh.

And it wasn't so bloody pathetic
it really would be funny.

It really would.

Senator Potter is warned!

I apologise, Mr President.

You know what? I think we should
change the flag, I really do.

Some people think our flag
should be green and gold.

Other people think that maybe
it should be an ice-cream,

perhaps an Eskimo Pie
or a Golden Gaytime.

But I think a flag
made out of blue plastic

would be a very fitting symbol
of this government.

After all, it is the colour
of their ties

and blue is the colour of their eyes

and it is most definitely
the colour of their lies.

Not only that,
you can also wrap yourself up in it

and the entire world can piss
all over you all it wants,

and you can still pretend
you're damp,

even when you're
up to your neck in shit.

Senator Potter will remove himself
from the chamber

for the rest of the day!

- Order! Order!

Order! Order!

"Have you seen
the memes, Mr President?

- "The world is laughing at us..."
- Look at that.

He's trying to be me.
What a dickhead!

That's me.

I mean, he's...he's channelling me.

"If it wasn't so bloody pathetic,
it really would be funny."

She's...she's teaching...
she's teaching him to be me.

I mean, that's all we need, a couple
of hundred me's in the country.

Cleave.

- Roy.
- Jury?

Yes. Yes, mate. Thank you. Yes.

Nicole said you had my money.

Yes. Yeah, talk to him.

Him.

Oh!

What? Somebody doesn't appear
to have representation.

Thought you were gonna have some
fancypants team of lawyers here.

If we're gonna be mano a mano,

this thing is gonna be over
in a nanosecond, OK.

I'll give you 500 bucks
and we walk out of here now.

For the public.

I don't want it to look like I've
got legal representation, Cleaver,

but...I never walk alone.

Right. Rightio, then.

OK.

"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."

Senator Evans.

Your Honour, I apologise,
but as you can see,

I am not in a financial position

to be able to afford
expensive legal counsel.

Some friends and supporters
have come to my aid,

and to them I say
I'm truly grateful.

Um...

It...it's daunting for me as a
wool classer from South Australia

to have to combat an experienced QC
like Cleaver Greene.

Well, Senator Greene is not a QC.

He is not even a member of the Bar.

Oh. Oh, I apologise, Your Honour.

Oh, yes. I see.

He was disbarred for disparaging
and disrespecting the bench

when he was found guilty of murder.

Your Honour...

No, the defendant
was eventually acquitted

of conspiracy to commit murder.

Oh. I am sorry, Your Honour.

I must have misheard. It was
conspiracy to commit murder.

Acquitted on appeal, Senator.

Oh, yes, appeal.
Acquitted on appeal of murder.

Conspiracy to commit murder,
Senator.

Yes, I apologise again. Of course.

It was conspiracy
to commit...murder.

- Murder!
- Oh!

Oh! Oh! Ooh!

Are you OK, Senator Evans?

Yes, I'm fine.

Your Honour, I'm sorry,
it's just some shoulder pain

from a would-be assassin's bullet.

Someone was hired to kill me
by an enemy.

Are you fuck...kidding me.

I beg your pardon, Senator Greene?

Your Honour, I...I would be
the first person...

Well, I'm probably not the first,

but I would certainly be in
a group of Australians

who would deplore what has happened
to Senator Evans and her shoulder,

and I'm sure that
she's not accusing me

of being involved in this shooting,

given that I was standing next to her
at the time in a zebra suit.

But, Your Honour, could we please
move on to the substance of these

spurious defamation proceedings?

Actually, Your Honour,
I think it was Senator Greene

who commissioned and paid for
my assassination attempt.

Are you kidding me?

Your Honour, could we please
not allow her

to turn this into a criminal circus?

This, after all,
is...is...is a civil circus.

Well, I think he tried to kill me.

Isn't that material to this case
in some way?

Oh, man, she is a piece of work,
Your Honour.

I offered him $100,000
to make this go away.

Are you kidding me?

Your Honour, she asked me for a
hundred grand to make this go away.

Well, I don't think we should be
wasting any of more of your time,

Your Honour, on quibbling about who
asked for or who offered $100,000.

Oh, on the contrary, Your Honour.

I think it's highly material
to this case that we examine who,

who offered who and who asked who
for a hundred thousand

because she asked me for $100,000
to make this thing disappear.

And you refused the offer?

Of course I did, Your Honour.

You do realise the liability of
costs you have just admitted,

Senator Greene.

They will be substantial in the
event you fail in these proceedings.

Of course, Your Honour.

Senator Evans.

You're fucked.

Being just a wool classer, I have
no expertise in these matters.

But I think...I believe
the expert evidence before us

that confirms that the bullet
that shot me was fired

from a Bling 4 bolt-action rifle.

Your Honour, I'm sorry,

but I fail to see what any of this
has to do with the case at hand.

I would request that Your Honour
instruct the plaintiff

to continue with the defamation case

that is currently being ventilated
in this courtroom.

I am, Your Honour.

The jury has seen the footage, which
was broadcast across the country,

in which I was called a liar
and lies were told about me,

arguably destroying
my electoral base.

My case is done,

apart from any further investigation
into the person

who ordered my assassination.

Thank you.

It would seem it's time to open
your case, Senator Greene.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Your Honour, the plaintiff asked me
to have a drink with her

on the night in question,
which I did,

and she told me a story,
which I believed,

about her antecedents, which I then
went on to repeat on air.

- That's a lie!
- The plaintiff will resume her seat.

- Proceed, Senator Greene.
- Thank you, Your Honour.

Now, the plaintiff told me this story
to trap me into these circumstances,

which she claims are defamatory.

Now, I have variously called
the plaintiff smart,

well-educated,
and from a good family.

Is that, ladies and gentlemen, where
we are now in the world of politics?

That you cannot be seen to be
a cut above?

Because if that is the case,

then we are in a serious and tragic
race for the bottom.

Now, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

this is, in the final analysis,

quite simply a case of her word
against mine,

and my word is the truth.

Thank you, Your Honour.

- So?
- The jury hate you.

I saw one say to another...

.."He tried to kill her.
Don't believe a word he says."

Nicole, would you excuse
for a moment, please?

There's only one choice available
to the Senator at this point.

Which is?

You tell him, Senator.
I'm just the driver.

I need to be shot, Roy.

We need to create the illusion
that there's a madman out there.

Well, not an illusion.
There clearly is.

Well, yes, there is.
I mean, I didn't shoot her.

There is a madman out there.

What we need to do is
balance the argument.

There clearly are crazy people
out there

who want to kill politicians
on both sides.

Well, in your case on no side.

The whole issue of me
trying to murder Penny

needs to be wiped off the table, OK?

So we need a shooting, Roy.

Obviously not fatal, but something
a little more serious than Penny's.

I mean, that's how she's winning in
there, mate, with all these morons.

It's this sympathy bullshit.

So I need something
a little worse than hers.

You want me to hire a shooter?

Yes, yes, but just to be clear,
not fatal, OK?

Not fatal, just badly wounded is
what Jakub and I were thinking.

- I'm just a driver.
- I'm just a lip-reader.

Roy, we both know that you've hired
shooters in the past.

Ages ago, Cleave.

Fuck! Gotta be three years.

You defended a dozen of them.
You pick one.

Senator, I know someone
who'll do it for ten.

- Ten?
- He's a marksman.

Actually an Olympian. He won't miss.

I can get it done
for six and a half.

- An Olympian?
- No, but Commonwealth Games.

Senator, you wanna risk?

Oh, mate. No, no, I'm sorry.
Commonwealth Games.

I mean, you wouldn't understand
'cause you're a Pole.

But we hold the Commonwealth Games
in very high regard out here.

Don't we, Roy?

So, Roy, to be clear, not fatal.

OK? Not fatal.
Just a flesh wound, alright?

So I'm thinking, you know,
shoulder or rump, OK?

And we can just
wipe this shit off the table

because she is just a lying fraud,
OK?

And he's gonna sort you out
with the six and a half.

You sure you wanna go cheap on this?

Mate, I'm being fiscally responsible.

As you wish, Senator.

Oh, and Roy, whoever does this has to
use a Bling 4 bolt-action rifle, OK?

Same as Penny's.

That may cost a little bit extra.

That would be right. Roy, Roy...

..I'm not gonna end up with a bullet
in my brain, am I, mate?

No. Trust me.

In any case,
I know the right surgeon.

- You like these?
- Oh, my God. They look much better.

- A square frame.
- Mm. I thought they...

- No, so much better. It's incredible.
- No, no, no.

I felt like...like it was
the first time...

..I'd felt free since I was
seven years old.

You set me free.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's getting late.

You...wanna get a drink?
Are you hungry?

I mean, I'm not paying
for this session.

The government is -
so technically I'm not your patient.

- No, I'd love to get a drink.
- Great.

It's not really a comedy,

but I am pleased to say I managed to
get through two seasons of The Crown

with my republican ideals
fully intact.

I'm quite keen on the royals
at the moment, actually.

- Really?
- Mm.

- Anyway...
- I don't think so.

- Have you seen Friday Night Lights?
- No. What's that?

It's the best series ever made.

I get the feeling that that's not
a new series, though.

- Have you not seen that?
- No.

- Oh, my God!
- Who's in that?

- Connie Britton.
- Mm-hm.

- And, ah...Coach.
- And Coach?

And Coach. Connie Britton and Coach.

- Night.
- Night. Night.

Hey...

Why did you kick me out of that
meeting with Roy and Jakub today?

'Cause it was...it was nothing.

It wasn't very important.

Oh, my God.
You're planning something stupid.

What? Why would you...why would you
assume that?

Because I bloody know you.

It was a strategy meeting, right?

Right, with your driver
and your lip-reader

but not your chief of staff.

Look, you need to get
some shuteye, I think,

'cause you're looking
very...sleepyheaded,

and snoozy, Nadia.

Nadia?

- What?
- You just called me Nadia.

- I didn't.
- You just called me Nadia.

I did not.

I said sleepyheaded tonight,
goodnight.

Right?

So...fuckety night, crazy lady.

It's barely a nick.
It's fuckin' hopeless!

I've done more damage
trimmin' my fuckin' nasal hair.

- This is a disaster!
- Yeah, well, I didn't wanna hurt ya.

Mate, the whole point of the exercise
was to hurt me, yes?

Remember? Shoot him in a soft fleshy
part, notably, you know, the arse.

Fuck, I...and I'm sorry, Roy.
Commonwealth Games?

This man was never in the
Commonwealth Games.

- Yeah, I was.
- What, for shooting?

- Yeah, I was.
- Bullshit!

- I was!
- Well, I'm never watching them again.

Oh, great!

Look at this!

That's how I'm supposed to look.
Why does she look like the victim?

Because you pushed me over.

Yeah, tryin' to save your life.
Come on!

All you had to do was just
keep walking, Cleave.

Sudden movements during a hit,
not very useful, mate.

- Down to you, Cleave.
- Oh, like everything else, mate.

But it's fine. You don't have to be
hurt to appear injured.

I'll get my friend.
It'll cost you another five.

Oh, another five?
So are you counting this, Roy?

That's 10 now.

Commonwealth Games my arse,
and why are you doing hits?

I thought you had your fancypants
restaurant chain with Kirsty?

Yeah. Can we just not talk about
Kirsty please, Cleave?

Ooh! I see!

But, for another five, I reckon
I could solve all your problems.

Another five, huh?

I know who shot Penny Evans.

- What?
- Well, I was offered the job,

but I was busy so I just referred it
to a mate of mine.

- And?
- She ordered it herself.

I knew it.

I fuckin' knew it!

Unbelievable!

What kind of a scumbag
orders a hit on themselves?

- Senator...
- Senator Greene...

Are they any closer to...

Senator, just a few words.
Do you know the sniper?

Any ideas on the sniper, Senator?

Oh.

How you doing, Cleaver?

Glad you pulled through.

I want you to withdraw this action

and resign from Parliament this
afternoon for health reasons.

Have a look.

That's the name of the fellow
who shot you.

And I know who organised it, so...

..walk away or it's prison.

After advice from my doctors,

it has become apparent,
following my shooting,

the stress of these proceedings and
my relentless work as a senator

has absolutely taken its toll on me
and affected my health very badly.

As such, I will be withdrawing,

I have withdrawn, the proceedings
against Senator Greene,

and I will be informing the
President of the Senate

that I resign my seat immediately.

What do you want?

I'm withdrawing my claim
on the painting.

Nope. Seriously.

Look, Joe, we're both here now.

And there is serious stuff
to be done and, quite frankly,

we've both been behaving like
a pair of spoilt brats for years.

I mean, God knows how much
have we spent

trying to own a painting
that we both know to be crap?

I know, but Dad said...

No, don't go there.

Look, we need to rebuild
our relationship.

Not just for you and me,
but for the nation.

I mean, the party's all at sea
without us, if we're divided.

Well, God knows, I don't wanna spend
any more money on lawyers.

No.

So...

..you get the painting.

It really is a piece of shit,
isn't it?I mean.

- I mean, look at it.
- God!

Are we morons or what?

I mean, how much have we spent on
this bit of kindling?

10 mill?

Mate, we are two pricks
forever linked by a third prick.

- Here's to a nest of pricks.
- Here's to a nest of pricks, mate.

I can't tell you how happy
this makes me, Cal.

Oh, it's alright, mate.

- Bulldog.

We're together again.

And, mate, you and I
are unstoppable.

I...I love you, Joe.

I love you, too, Piggy. Come here.

Oh, God!

Can you get me a tissue,
please, mate?

It's embarrassing.

Piggy! You little arse wipe!

I knew you'd be back before I left.

For God's sake, officer. Do your
bloody job and arrest this man!

Are you gonna pour,
Caitlin Farquhar?

- No. No using the toilet.
- Thank you.

If I can't convince the Chinese
to remain neutral, God forbid.

You look absolutely radiant.

Get me a drink, Cal.

And you've created
an international incident.

What in Christ's name
did you say to them?!

- Liars.
- You appear on their website.

- All of them, liars. Fake news.
- There is footage.

- Just drive, Cleaver!
- Oh, fine! Oh, God!