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I have a lot
of personal stuff, Jim.

I manufacture it
just to keep myself busy.

It´s a small town.

Your peccadillos,
they don´t go unnoticed.

I hate other people
thinking that I don´t know.

I should´ve told you, but
I haven´t seen you. Bev left.

This is supposed to
change things for us?

Make it somewhat easier,
what, less sordid?

We´ve got the biggest trial
in New Zealand legal history

-on our plates.
-I know, I know.

-There can be

no more despicable label

attached to any man
than that of spy.

I´ve never lost a spy trial yet!

♫ Ohh ♫

♫ Baby, baby, baby ♫

♫ I want to tell you right now ♫

-♫ Ohh ♫

-♫ Baby, baby, baby ♫

♫ I want to tell you right now ♫

This...cult of personality --

It´s not becoming
of the profession, David.

I imagine not.

I mean, listen to this.

"Mr. Bungay is a sort of
Rumpole of the High Court,

a barrister
of theatrical presence..."

"...whose color and
earthy eloquence sets him apart

from the gray bulk
of his fellow practitioners."

OLDFIELD:
Gray bulk?

Yes, Rumpole.

I´m much better-looking
than Leo McKern.

Aren´t I, Bruno?
Yes, I am.

I blame
this whole Sutch business.

He courts the press now like
some sort of popular singer.

It´s undignified.

Is he going to be censured,
or something?

OLDFIELD:
One can hardly be censured

for hogging the limelight.

Well, perhaps the limelight
will blind him,

and he´ll fall off the stage.

They run tests
on just 50-odd pregnancies,

and they´re suggesting
measurement of alpha-fetoprotein

in maternal blood
should be mandatory?

No, no, no.

More testing first.

Ja

That´s for what happened
at your surgery today.

Erich?! Erich!

!
-Leave him alone!

CAROL: Oh.

Oh. Oh.

PETERSON: The cops paid a visit
to follow up,

and, regardless of the assault,

Dr. Geiringer´s
being charged with rape.

During
a gynecological examination.

PETERSON: Mm.

What do we know
of the complainant?

Not a lot yet.

Well, we´d better make it
our job to find out.

I´m sure they´ll pop that
in a takeaway cup for you.

-Right.

Licking him into shape.

Who´s that? 2:00.

Corporate.

Maureen Kemp?
You´ve got to be joking.

She´s the oldest virgin
in New Zealand.

Even you wouldn´t get a look-in.

Well, she´s only
twentysomething.

I recognize her, I think.

Oh! Janice?

You might.
She works down the street.

I thought you meant
the other one. Facing us.

What the hell
would I mean her for?

CASTLE:
Janice is just a clerk.

She´s far too young and sweet
to have you unleashed on her.

I think we can let Janice
decide that, can´t we?

Besides, she might appreciate
a brush with fame.

Right.
So, not game for Maureen, then?

Can´t handle the rejection?

How do you know she´d say no?

You wanna bet?

Maureen is impervious
to all charm.

And reputation.

Tim.

Betting on a woman´s virtue
is ungentlemanly.

How much?

What about Janice?

-I thought you --

20 bucks.

CASTLE: 20 bucks?

I´m gonna need some time,
though.

Let´s allow three months.

Three months?

Good work, Bruce.
Okay.

I want those on my desk
in the morning, okay?

And remember to tell the Crown
that we´re looking at

the complainant´s
psych reports, okay?

Because it´s a trial, Bruce.

-Not an ambush.

Look, gotta go, okay?
Bye.

-It´s all right, Bruno.

I´ll scare her off.
Arf, arf, arf!

Uh...

Evening.

I´m looking
for the owner of a Jaguar.

-Registration --
-Oh. Not again.

Owned by a Bruno von Kraut?

Night security officer.
Yes.

Yeah. I keep telling you people
there is no person of that name

who lives at this address.

But he´s the registered owner of
this vehicle. At this address.

I mean, I´ve got
unpaid parking, speeding...

I don´t know what to tell you.

You know? Look.

My name´s Mike Bungay, okay?

Here´s my card.

I can guarantee you --

As a barrister,
I´m not in the habit of lying.

There is no person called
Bruno von Kraut who lives here.

Night.

A dog can´t own a car!

Why not?

There´s nothing in the act
that says he can´t.

But you -- you lied, as well,
Mike.

You said he didn´t live there.

No. I said no person
of that name lives there.

And, handsome, charming
though he may be,

Bruno is not a person, Ian.

-He´s a dog.

It´s not funny.
It´s serious.

Look, you know how it works.

A sheriff mentions something
to a registrar,

the registrar talks
to some judge,

the judge goes to the D.L.S...
and bingo!

You´re being accused of making
false declarations, Mike.

-You could be struck off.
-Well, that´s ridiculous.

I´ve didn´t make
false declarations.

Bruno is the registered owner.

Well, maybe.
But you´re the habitual user.

No, I´m the driver.

The dog´s the habitual user.

-I drive him everywhere.

Oof.

♫ You know I love you, baby ♫

♫ More every day ♫

♫ You are my sweetheart, baby ♫

♫ In every way ♫

♫ You are the one that I will ♫

♫ Always adore ♫

♫ Say you´ll be mine
forevermore ♫

♫ I´ll always love you, baby ♫

♫ That much I know ♫

-♫ I´m never, ever gonna ♫

-Ah, fuck you.
-♫ Let you go ♫

There was no intercourse.

Even accepting the evidence
of the complainant --

without criticism
at this stage --

it doesn´t amount to rape.

I therefore apply
for the indictment to be quashed

under Section 347
of the Crimes Act.

-Your Honor.
-BEATTIE: Yes, yes.

I´m going to refuse
that application, Mr. Bungay.

If I may request a discussion,
Your Honor?

BEATTIE:
Yes, the application is refused.

I shall, if necessary, give
my reasons in writing later.

Proceed.

BUNGAY: Completely out of hand.
Just like that.

Now I have to parade
this poor young woman´s medical

and sexual history
through the court --

and attack
her supporting testimony.

No choice.

You know the trouble
with your line of work?

-Morality and justice.

They´re not always
on the same side of the coin.

Look, truth
comes at a price, darling.

You know? You can´t just stop
and ask whether it´s worth it.

Because you know what?
It always is.

Well, isn´t that
just sometimes unbearable?

BUNGAY: No.
It´s just the profession.

You know, it might not be
pretty, but it is the way it is.

No escape.

Come here.

Dr. Frazer. In 1972,
you saw the complainant

in a psychiatric unit.

DR. FRAZER: At Wellington
Hospital. I did. Yes.

BUNGAY:
And what was your assessment

of the complainant´s
sexual adjustment?

Your Honor.

I´ll allow it.

Doctor?

Uh, it was, um...

It was...

unusual for a girl of 16

to be having sexual relations
with older men,

as well as her own age group.

Her sexual problems, though,
were secondary, were they not?

DR. FRAZER: Yes.

She was
quite severely depressed,

following a miscarriage.

At 16?

And did you consider that she
needed psychological treatment?

Yes. I gave her 11 appointments
for psychotherapy.

LARSEN:
There was, quite clearly,

nonconsensual intercourse,

and there are clearly reasons

why the victim
did not protest or resist.

Because the offending happened

during
a gynecological examination.

And one might well understand
the doubt,

the hesitation,
confusion of the victim.

Or victims.
Because, as you have heard,

there is more supporting
evidence that´s emerged.

I saw him about eight years ago,
when I was 19.

I made another appointment,
and that was when...

...when intercourse occurred.

But you did nothing about it?

For eight years?

I couldn´t think clearly
at the time.

But when I saw about this...

BUNGAY:
You came forward.

After eight years.

You were, in fact, subpoenaed,

-Yes.

And you say you went back
to see Dr. Geiringer

nine months after he raped you?

That´s -- Yes, that´s right.

But I only saw him once
that time.

Just to get a referral
to another doctor.

Well, I put it to you

that the accused did not
have intercourse with you.

And I say he did.

He did.

Maureen.

I understand
that professional etiquette

requires us to maintain
a measure of distance

while we´re at work.

But.
We are not at work.

And we all know how scarce
taxis are at this hour.

Is that not the truth, ladies
and gentlemen of the jury?

So, please, Maureen, allow me to
express my deep regard for you

by offering you a ride
in Bruno´s chariot,

thus affording his driver
the opportunity

to unburden himself
of some long-held views

as to your attributes.

And I´m not talking about
your legal skills, Maureen.

I´m talking about yo--

-I rest my case.

So.

Your place or mine?

$5, $10, $20.

Do not say anything.

It´ll be all right.

You´re in court in half an hour.

What you gonna do
about that eye?

It´s all in hand.

Ah, Bruce.

Miss Covington.

Oh.
I see what you mean, Bruce.

I´ll do my best.

I´ve, uh, been watching
the Geiringer trial.

Mm.
Pick another one, darling.

I like to be proud of what I do.

Are you sure you want to put
Geiringer in the box?

Yeah.
He´ll be fine,

as long as he remembers what
we said during our little chats.

This is
not about medical politics.

No?
I´m a target, you know.

All of this bad feeling
over the independent, NZMA.

No.

This is about the viability
of this woman´s complaint.

Yes, I can identify this
as the Sims´ position.

And, in your expert opinion,
Dr. Rutherford,

would you say
it´s possible for a male

standing at the side
of an examination table

to be able to have intercourse
with a woman

lying in the Sims´ position?

I would consider it impossible.

Unless he was a contortionist.

Are you a contortionist, Doctor?

No.

And do you consider it necessary
to arouse a woman sexually

to facilitate
a gynecological examination?

I do not, no.

Is it ever the case that, during
a gynecological examination,

the examiner
would become sexually aroused?

It might happen
from time to time.

With a young novice.

Or an attractive young client?

Not after doing thousands
of vaginal examinations, no.

And I think
it would be very unlikely

in the middle
of a Friday morning surgery

after seeing 16 patients.

What did the test results reveal

in her first appointment,
in December?

A moderate growth
of Staphylococcus

and another bacteria,

which can cause a number
of unpleasant diseases.

And that was present at the time
of the January examination,

which is the subject
of the complaint against you?

Yeah.
And, personally,

I don´t believe there would be
any medically trained person

who would willingly bend down
and have a smack

-of Staphylococcus.
-Yes. Yes. Thank you, Doctor.

That´s -- Thank you.

WOMAN:
There she is, there she is.

REPORTER: Excuse me, ma´am.
Excuse me, ma´am.

[ Reporters
shouting indistinctly ]

REPORTER #2:
How do you feel about this?

I don´t get it, mate.

How do you celebrate
a victory like that?

Well, it´s a victory
for the law, Stuart.

Erich Geiringer might be
arrogant and self-opinionated,

but he´s not a proven rapist.

The jury understood that.

So...you celebrate.

-The same.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

-Hey.
-Oh, take it easy, Stuart.

The bra-burners
are gonna be out in force now.

And they´re entitled
to their opinions, too --

even if they are
uninformed ones.

I mean, you get it, don´t you?

You get it.

I do.
Yeah, I do.

And so does the law.
See, ´cause losing isn´t losing.

It´s just being on the wrong end
of the right decision.

Oh, Tri--

Trish.

Trish!

Trish.

Trish.
Wait, please.

Look.

You know how I feel about you.

Yes.

But you just don´t know
how to live it.

I can. I will.

You won´t, Mike.

I´ve sat and watched you
try and deal with this

in all the wrong ways
for years now.

It´s like you´re trying
to repair some kind of damage

and doing more in the process.

I keep waiting
for you to see it.

But it´s just not gonna happen,
is it?

But I do care for you.
I do.

Look.
I...

-You know I can´t be on my own.
-TRISH: Mike.

I have been divorced once
and betrayed twice.

Lots more times,
if we´re really honest, right?

Well, I´m not prepared to put
myself through it any more.

I wish you well, though.

I really do.

Mike?
Someone to see you.

Michael Anthony Bungay?

Yes, I am.

Blood alcohol summons.

Or is the dog still driving?

-Thank you very much.

Bruce?

Yeah?

You´re a bloody idiot.

The police seem to be
actively pursuing the poor chap,

-if you ask me.

He´s a menace.

He can´t be allowed
to get away with it.

Just a black mark?
He should be struck off.

If they struck off every lawyer

who notched up a drink-driving
offense, Lionel...

...people would be hard-pressed
to find representation.

Perhaps the police
need to aim a little higher.

SALLY:

BUNGAY: Sally...

Move in with me.

Peterson.
Sharing chambers?

-Mmm.
-And clients.

We have the space, and it´ll
take some of the pressure off.

-He´s had a good mentor.

Teaching him how not to win
friends and influence people?

I suppose I´ll have to stop
calling him "young Bruce,"

will I?

-You´re tired.

You should cut down
on the booze.

-I´ll be okay.
-Go and have a holiday.

Go up to my bach, rest a few --

I don´t need a fucking re-- Aah!

Aah. Aah.

He´ll need an ECG to confirm,

but I´d say he´s having
a heart attack.

I´ll call an ambulance.

Just don´t let him put me
in the Sims´ position, okay?

You didn´t get married again,
did you, Mike?

Without mentioning it to Stuart?

No. Why?

Just a bit of a problem.

The hospital can only allow
next of kin to visit,

and there´s four different women
out there,

all insisting that´s them.

Oh, God.

What happens, Joy,
if you turn off these machines?

You could die.

Oh, good.

Turn them off.

The bypass surgery went well.

He´s gonna be fine.

BUNGAY: Stuart!

Come here, come here, come here.
Oh. Gimme those.

Underneath there,
underneath there.

-Go on.
-You´re supposed to be resting.

Oh, you sound like your wife.

She comes in here all the time,
checking up on me,

when she should be ministering
to the truly sick.

I am resting, anyway.

I´ve given myself
a whole six weeks

to prepare for this next trial.

That´s resting.

You´ll get there, too, as well,
won´t you?

Oh.
Oh.

Hi, Sally. Oh, look, I can´t
look at this now, mate.

-Right.
-I should be resting.

Yep.

Oh.
Stuart McEwan, Sally Burke.

-Nice to meet you.
-Albeit briefly.

He was just leaving.

I´ll tell you what.

Just leave that
on the floor there,

and I´ll look at it
when I get home.

Good idea.
Well, you enjoy your rest.

Pleasure.

See you.
Thanks for the grapes.

Hello, love.

Any mail for me?

I´m not your delivery service,
you know.

-Just some bills and stuff.

And this...from
the Department of Corrections.

BUNGAY: Hmm.

"Dear Mr. Bungay,
I have heard on the radio

and read in the newspapers
that you´re extremely ill.

I would just like to wish you
a long, lingering,

and very painful death."

"Yours faithfully,
Alf bloody Benning."

Alf bloody Benning.

BUNGAY:
"Dear Murderer...

it is
a beautiful spring morning

here in sunny Wellington.

I have French champagne
in the chiller

and some fine prime fillet
steaks defrosting.

My friends and I
are heading off shortly

to enjoy a leisurely picnic."

"What are you doing?

Best, Mike Bungay."

Provocation, ladies and
gentlemen, isn´t easy to prove,

but all of us, surely,
at some time

have experienced
the need to respond

to unjustified criticism
or a perceived slight.

We can all understand
the impulse

to want to strike back...

as my client did.

Without thought
or premeditation,

killing his brother.

In which case, you cannot
find him guilty of murder.

Hello, mate!

Come here.

Come on.

There´s a good boy.

There´s a good boy.

SALLY:
You´re later than I expected.

I didn´t know
what was happening.

Again.
It would´ve been helpful.

-I´ve had a busy day, too.
-Sorry.

I haven´t cooked.
I had a deadline.

Well, we can eat out.

They brought in a verdict.

Reduced to manslaughter.
A win.

-Yay. Hm.
-Oh, that´s good.

Have you had a drink?

Um, just the one.

-Don´t tell the doctor, though.

Underground Airways.

Mike. Me.

Oh, you didn´t have to call,
Ian.

You can congratulate me
tomorrow.

This isn´t about the case, Mike.

We got another letter.

-Three strikes, I think.

You´re being censured
by the Law Society, Mike.

You really could be
struck off this time.

It´s bloody ridiculous.
It was a joke.

Well, the D.L.S.
don´t see the funny side.

They regard it
as highly unprofessional.

Oh, come on.

Benning was
a disgruntled client.

He tells me to drop dead.

I tell him
I don´t intend to oblige.

They´re going to
strike me off for that?

It´s not just that, Mike!

It´s all
the bloody grandstanding --

Bruno, drunk driving,
the screwing around.

Then you´ve got the feminist
lobby out for your blood.

Them! They´ve been itching
to pounce since Geiringer.

And now they´re flexing
their muscles even more

since that Marilyn Waring child
got into Parliament.

You´re such a bloody misogynist!

No, I´m not, actually.
I love women.

I want them to be empowered --
and in power.

I just don´t like
this particular lot

snapping at my heels
all the time.

-So cool your heels for a bit.
!

Why can´t I just
go into the D.L.S.

and have it out
with Colleen Singleton?

Colleen Singleton
is just the messenger.

She´s the executive
fucking director!

And I bet her bra´s smoldering
somewhere in some bonfire, too.

GREIG:
Oh, for God´s sakes!

Colleen is just doing her job.

She´s not part of some
feminist conspiracy against you.

Just...lie low
while we appeal the censure

and hope it goes away.

Just like last time.

Oh, good luck with that.

They´re jealous, if you ask me.

A few magazine articles,
a nice car, a rental property.

They think I´m getting
too fucking big for my boots.

And maybe they´re right.

But put simply, Mike,
pull your head in.

Before they cut it off.

Don´t dignify it.

Perhaps the police could.

ELLIE: Mike.

Haven´t seen you in ages.

You haven´t lost your touch,
have you?

No.
Just my mind.

That´s not very nice.

I didn´t mean you.

Ahh.

We shouldn´t have done this.

For your sake,
as much as anything.

Why not?

I love hotel rooms.

I´m living with somebody, Ellie.

You probably know her.
She´s another journo.

Yeah, Mike.
I do.

I must have
a relationship death wish.

You too.

Your mates will crucify you

if they find out you´re back
in bed with the enemy.

You know, being a part
of the feminist push

doesn´t mean I can´t go
to bed with someone.

Even if that someone
is the enemy.

So...how about
another offensive?

It was bloody ridiculous.

Nearly everyone thought
that letter was funny.

Count yourself lucky.
A formal censure?

-That´s getting off lightly.
-Having my wrist slapped

by a bunch
of sanctimonious hypocrites?

I don´t think so.

GREIG: Your Honor.

Talking
of sanctimonious hypocrites...

I need a drink.

Aren´t you driving
back up the coast?

All right, all right. I´ll wait
till I get up to the beach.

Yeah, you should take Sally
up there with you.

Well, she´s probably working.

Besides, I´m going up there
to get away from Sally.

Room for another small one
inside?

Um...

The bubbles make me drunk.

Not necessarily a bad thing.

I can´t.
Not tonight.

I´m sorry, Ellie.
I´ve got a client due.

You know, for
a committal hearing tomorrow.

Shit.

I wish you´d told me
before I cracked the Veuve.

You should´ve called.

I didn´t have to call last week.

BUNGAY: I didn´t have a client
last week.

Shit.
Best-laid plans.

You had a plan?

Yeah. Well, I didn´t drive
all this way

-for just a shag, Mike.
-You did last week.

Look, I´ve been thinking.

Why not leave Sally permanently?

I mean, you and I,
we make a great team.

In all departments.

Is that...

That´s your plan?

To suggest we get hitched?
Why not?

Because all your friends
and colleagues hate me.

You only think you know me.

And I´m too busy to be even
maintaining the relationship

that I´ve already got!

And because --
Fucking hell, Ellie.

I´ve got a client due.

You can´t just breeze in here
and open Pandora´s bloody box

and expect me to deal with it
just like that!

It´s not hard, Mike!
It´s yes or no, isn´t it?

All right, then.
No.

I´m sorry
you´ve driven all this way.

You prick.

You´re a selfish asshole.

Quite possibly, but I´m
a very busy selfish asshole.

ELLIE: I thought
we had something going.

We did!
Okay?! Yes!

Temporary distraction.

Amnesia through orgasm.
Fun. Fantasy.

!
-Fuck you, Mike!

Yeah, all right.
I´m fucked already, aren´t I?

You know? If being busy and
committed is fucked, then fine!

Well, I hope it makes you happy!

-Fuck!

Maybe tell Sally the deal.
Let her know what comes first.

Hello?

Uh...

Oh.
Yeah, it is.

Hey, Bushy.
How you going?

What can I do for you?

What´s...

-He´s a friend of yours or...

Oh, can you hang on
just a minute, Bushy?

I´ll just be a sec.

Sorry.
I´m later than I expected.

I´m so glad you are, believe me.

Mm.

Something like that.

Look, I´m just on the phone.
I won´t be long.

But help yourself
to some champagne.

Sorry about that, Bushy.
What´s his name again?

Minnitt?

Double "N," "I," double "T."
Okay.

Well, I´ll have to organize
an instructing.

It won´t be
till tomorrow morning, though.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, mate.

Good. I´ll let them know
that I´ll be down tomorrow.

Yeah. Okay.

G´night.

This is nice.

Treat?

You don´t want to marry me,
do you?

What?

That´s good.

MINNITT:
My name is Minnitt,

37 Upland Road, Kelburn.

I´ve just shot my wife.

OFFICER:
Do you have a gun?

-MINNITT: Yes.

MINNITT: A .303.

OFFICER:
And is your wife dead?

MINNITT: Yes.

So, there is no question

as to whether or not
the accused shot his wife.

I agree.

I don´t intend to dispute it.

So, what, then, Mike?
Insanity?

Provocation.

You know all about provocation.

You´ve been provoking people
for years.

That´s probably why you´re
on all the police watch lists.

Informally, maybe.

LARSEN:
Oh, I think you´ll find

it´s a little more orchestrated
than you imagined.

Really?

Interesting as that may be...

the core question in this case,
it seems to me, is simple.

But did what Mrs. Minnitt said
deprive the accused

of the ordinary powers
of self-control

to the extent
that he shot his wife?

Exactly.

The position of the body
by the bed

indicated
that Mrs. Minnitt was kneeling

or stooping when she was shot.

Her blood alcohol content
was quite high, yes.

About 208 milligrams
to 100 milliliters of blood.

There were also traces
of Valium and another drug.

The poor woman was an alcoholic.

She was drunk, abusive.

And her solicitor said that
Minnitt had been violent before.

His violence was an outlet.

But why lose control
to such an extent

on this specific occasion?

How many times
was there physical violence

in your 14 years of marriage?

It happened on...four occasions.

The first was in February

when I discovered
that she was being unfaithful.

We separated briefly.

Did you strike her then?

I did, yes.

And the second time?

Was in September or October
of last year.

I heard her come in
at 4:00 a.m.,

and I realized she´d gone
to bed in the bottom bedroom.

I asked her where she´d been.

Smoking outside.
What´s it to you?

And I slapped her...

...three or four times
across the face.

Her problem with alcohol
was quite formidable,

you see,
and she wouldn´t admit it.

What were your feelings for her
up to the 15th of May?

I married her
because I loved her.

She was kind...

...and very thoughtful
and generous...

...and loving.

But he beat her.

And shot her.

Because he lost control.

This was worse than
any argument they´d ever had.

There were two problems --

his wife´s addiction to alcohol

and her affair with another man.

Leigh Minnitt went to Hastings
without telling her husband.

To be with that man.

When she returned to Wellington

after being phoned
by Dr. Minnitt´s sister --

at his request...

they talked.

They got on well.

But on May the 15th,

she told him
that she was leaving again.

I´ll be gone for a month.
At least.

MINNITT: Please.

He begged her not to go,

and then she let out
this torrent of abuse.

14 years of uninterrupted misery
you´ve given me,

you useless geriatric!

Dr. Minnitt can´t remember
all that she said,

but it included that
he was physically repulsive.

You nauseate me
whenever you come near me!

BUNGAY: "Geriatric fool.
A sterile bastard."

That he nauseated her
every time he came near her.

That he had given her 14 years
of uninterrupted misery.

She then told him
that his penis was too small.

You and your tiny useless prick!

What? And that´s the thing
that pushed him over the edge?

-You shut your mouth.
-BUNGAY: Minnitt felt

that she was
making physical comparisons

between him and her lover.

You shut up!

BUNGAY:
He begged her to stop.

But she did not.

The ferocity continued.

You call that thing a penis?

It´s a joke.

Shut up, Leigh!

BUNGAY:
And within seconds,

he had loaded the rifle
and fired the shot.

And when he did this,
he was so distraught,

he had
completely lost control...

...due to the ferocity
of that verbal assault.

MINNITT: The noise of the rifle
in that confined space

shocked me
into a kind of sobriety.

Normality.

And my wife was...

...lying dead at my feet.

And for a moment,
I thought it was...

some kind of savage dream.

Sometime later,
when he regained control,

he then phoned the police.

My name is Minnitt,
37 Upland Road, Kelburn.

I´ve just shot my wife.

CROWD:
Court condones wife murder.

Court condones wife murder.

Court condones wife murder.

Court condones wife murder.

My client is a man of impeccable
character, Your Honor,

who, for the past 23 years,

has served his community well
as a doctor.

He has gone
beyond the call of duty,

and is held
in the highest esteem

by his professional colleagues.

Provocation.
No premeditation.

Completely and utterly
emotionally battered.

This case does not call

for anything other
than a merciful sentence.

-Come on!
-Miscarriage of justice, Judge!

Silence, or I will have
this court cleared!

This is not a case
of manslaughter,

where death was unintended.

But, because it was under
provocation, it was not murder.

-WOMAN: Rubbish.
-I see no need for the sentence

to reflect any deterrent element

as far as Dr. Minnitt
is concerned.

But the court must express
the community´s condemnation

of the use of firearms

and its denunciation
of what the accused has done.

WOMAN: All right.

SALLY: This is my house!
I live here!

-I´ll get it cleaned off.
-I´ll get a cab.

No. No.
You´re staying, okay?

It´s actually my house.

My apartment, to be exact.

-Oh, fuck off!
-I can organize a hotel.

No, Jim! You´ve driven
all this way from Napier again.

You´re staying.
You´re not fucking going

scouting some hotel.

No, it´s okay, Jim.
It´s fine.

I´m sorry.
It´s just that --

BUNGAY: It´s nothing!
Just vandalism.

No, it´s an expression of anger!

!
-In your opinion!

But don´t you read the
newspapers

You know, there are meetings!
There are articles!

They are painting Minnitt

as a well-connected wife-beater
who´s got a slap on the wrist

for taking it up a notch
to murder!

And you are as good
as his accomplice in their eyes!

It´s my job!
All right?

The jury brought in the verdict!

Only because
you persuaded them to!

It´s my job!

Oh, and that makes you
feel so bloody good

about yourself, doesn´t it?!

You know, this whole thing is
like a metaphor for your life.

Never mind the women
who get hurt or fucked over,

just as long as justice
and Bungay prevail!

Mighty Mike --
the Cock of the Court!

I can´t do this.

I thought I could, but I can´t.

You know, it´s always him.

It´s his work,
it´s his priorities.

I have a bloody career, too.
It´s a fucking good one!

Or at least it could be.

If he´s not gonna change,

maybe then there´s something
you should do.

You know, Helen and I are happy.

We don´t have issues like this
to deal with.

Look, the only advice
I can give you is just...

get out, you know,
before things --

-Oh, that´s fucking brilliant.

If anyone should understand
my position, it´s you.

What?
And I´m the villain here?

-Look, Mike...
-Hey!

Stop it! Stop it!

Go on, get the fuck out, Jim!

Go and find your hotel.

Get out!

She´s right, you know.
This is your life.

And you may win
as many verdicts you like,

or get what you
consider to be justice

for as many of your clients
as you like,

but, in the end,
what does it all amount to

if you destroy everything
you need in the process?

What I need.

Like he knows
what I fucking need.

And you do?

Yeah.

I need a drink.