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Kerri, the chapel was
overflowing with mourners

here to farewell Joshua Floyd,

slain founder of the leaks site
GoodPlumbing.com.

Chief amongst them, of course,
was Floyd's fiancee,

author and ex-prostitute JM Doolan,

who is out on bail, having
been charged with Floyd's murder.

She refuses to speak to media herself,

but her barrister, human rights
advocate Cleaver Greene,

did speak to assembled media.

Nothing has been laid to rest today,
not by a long stretch.

Josh's work will continue.

Those who sought to end his quest

for justice, truth and democracy,
the despots who murdered him,

who literally stabbed him in the back,

those bastards
who now point their fingers

at the woman who loved him,

they will be brought to justice.

This I promise you.

Mr Greene. One more question, Mr Greene.

Oh, Mum, you can't be serious.

He's milking it
for everything it's bloody worth.

What are you saying?

Dad's finally in the papers without
the word 'allegedly' near his name

and he wants to keep it that way.

Fuzz, I haven't seen
your father like this for 15 years.

He might have finally found a cause
that's actually worth fighting for.

Yeah, when I was four, maybe,
five at a stretch,

but by the time I reached six,
all I felt was relief.

I beg your pardon?

You and Dad don't function together,
Mum. It's a law of science.

The quality of your relationship
is in inverse proportion

towards geographic proximity. Meaning?

The further you are physically apart,
the better you function together.

Don't be absurd.

Now, Josh could have been
a little less cryptic.

'There's this German...' Yes, there's
actually 83 million of the fuckers.

'There's this password...' Yes, well,
which German does it belong to?

Did he introduce you to any Germans?

Missy! Miss!

OK, are you absolutely sure
that no-one saw you?

I told you, I was doing laps.
Who'd notice?

From the time you left the hotel room
until the time you got back,

you didn't speak to a single soul?

I was doing laps! OK.

Want something to eat?

No. Drink?

Drink-drink? Why not?

Without something to eat?

Listen, sweetheart,
if you don't eat something soon,

your stomach's gonna start
eating itself, alright?

It's kill or be killed down there.
I know these things.

I once defended a gastroenterologist
on Medicare fraud.

Oh, no. What?

An old client of mine.

'Coroner dismissed earlier reports
that Dr Chambers

died as a result of natural causes.

He found that
the well-respected oncologist

had committed suicide.'

He was a chapter in my book, Cleave.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Oh, fuck! Fuck! Scarlet!

Oh, fuck!

Scarlet. How is he?

Oh, he'll be fine. It was a clean break.

Oh.

Oh, baby!

Oh! I can take you home
in a couple of hours, OK?

You're gonna be fine.
The doctor said it's a clean break.

Clean break, you say? Yeah.

Yeah. OK.

If that's what you want.

No, Barney, your arm,
it's a clean break.

You know, I wanted us to work...
for us and for the kids.

Oh, darling. Hey, don't worry about me.

Hmm. I've met someone.

Did you just say you've met someone?

Oh! Barney?

Oh. Barney!

Oh, private numbers shit me!

Hello.

Cleaver Greene? Yes. Who's this?

We need to talk.

Look, if this is in relation to
a so-called personal banking matter,

this is bordering on harassment, mate.

I need to talk to you
about Joshua Floyd,

but not over the phone.

Is this for real?

I mean, 'cause if it is...

Having trouble finding the German,
Mr Greene?

You're close, Mr Greene.
Closer than you think.

The girl is innocent. She's been set up.

Yeah, I know that much.

We want to help you,
but we have to be careful.

We'll be dealing with
many, many interested parties,

including your own government.

ASIO?

They'll block you at every turn.

Josh said, um,
that he had enough information

to bring down three governments
and Wall Street.

As they say in the classics,
just follow the money.

How do I get in touch with you?

You don't. I'll be in touch with you.

Of course. Silly me.

Be careful. Don't trust your email
or your phones from now on.

They're compromised. Do you understand?

Ah...

What's the matter?
Yeah, no, it's, it's fine.

I just... thought you might not be here.

Yeah, yep.
With him now, I'll let him know.

And I'll get back to you.

Yep, OK. New numbers are in.

Oh, yeah. Don't tell me we've made it
into double digits at last.

The party hasn't, but you have. What?

Well into double digits, mate,

bloody streets ahead of our
beloved leader, Captain Capitulate.

Shit.

Bruce is wondering
if you wanted to have a chat.

What about?
About duck hunting, you dick.

About becoming the next leader
of the Opposition.

It's too soon.

He's not talking tomorrow,

he's talking deep, strategic,
long-term planning -

so probably nothing before next week.

This is unbelievable.
I mean, who isn't involved?

How does someone subpoena the CIA?

Buggered if I know.

Where do you reckon it's gonna land?
What do you mean?

Well, this is all very, very sexy stuff,

but there's nothing I've seen yet
that will actually help Missy.

Oh, it will. Just keep looking.
Follow the money.

Hey, you hurt your arm.

'Morning.

Nicole. 'Morning.

Listen, could you scare us up
a couple of coffees

and a whiteboard, please?

A white, a whiteboard. You want
a whiteboard. What's going on?

Oh, nothing,
just trying to save the world.

Oh, fu...

Hi, mate.

Yes. I... yes! Yes!

OK!

Fuck. Nicole!

OK, I have a conference.

Could you please print this out for me?

Before coffees and saving the world?

You don't get to save the world.
No, of course not.

How could I without a whiteboard?

What happened to your arm?

Just a fall. You OK?

Yeah, yep, yep. You?

I'm fine. Good.

So we're good, then?

Yep. Good.

Did you want to talk about...? No.

Col.

What's up? Kirsty's not happy, Cleave.

Oh, fuck,
is that what you called me here for?

You haven't seen her in almost a week,

you're barely returning half her calls.

Mate, I am up to my bottom lip in it
right now.

You know that, so does she.

Yeah, be that as it may,
she's not happy, mate.

Well, welcome to the wonderful world
of interpersonal relationships, Col.

I mean seriously fuckin' not happy,
Cleave!

I'm worried about her.

I think she might be depressed.

She needs you, Cleave.

Mate, she doesn't need me.
You know that.

Yeah, yeah, I do
and it makes me wanna puke.

Col!

Oh, fuck!

Me, please. Max, you drink too much.

You take that very slowly, alright?
Two! No, three, three!

One's enough. One! One!
One, one, one, one, one!

Are you alright?

When we were at the hospital, you,
you told me that you'd met someone.

I what?

You said that you'd met someone.

You were out of it,
but somehow it rang true,

so I was wondering...
have you met someone?

It was a one-off.
It won't come to anything.

You've slept with her?

Yeah. Right.

Oh, look, Steve,
I'd be interested in knowing

the Opposition's view

on extending licensed
brothel facilities in Sydney,

particularly David Potter's view.

Given the fact
he was engaged to a prostitute,

I'd welcome his expertise.

What the fuck was that about?!
Oh, David, this isn't...

He wants to throw that sort of shit?
I didn't have anything to do...

If he wants to make it personal,

I will rain a shit storm
down on you guys!

Are you OK?

I don't have much on this afternoon.
How about you?

Scarlet, what's wrong?

I don't want to talk about it.

Is it Cal?

Because, you know, I've been thinking...

Ooh, have you really?

This may sound a little crazy,

but why don't you come and work for me?

You're not in government, Dave, and
you won't be for a thousand years.

I'm where the power is.

You're just drifting on the sideline,
political flotsam and jetsam.

We'll be back.

Mmm. Booked the exorcist, have you?

This isn't a very good idea, is it?

No, it isn't.

Your Honour,
the US State and Justice Department,

the CIA, the MI6, ASIO,
even the German secret service -

this is the biggest fishing
expedition that I've ever seen.

Your Honour,
this is purely a domestic matter

in every sense of the word

and, Your Honour,
we renew our strong objection

to the defendant's motion

to subpoena all or any of these parties.

Mr Greene.

Uh, Your Honour,
a raft of conservative politicians

and commentators
have gone on the record stating

that Joshua Floyd should be put to death

for releasing classified information.

This is not just some wild conspiracy
theory I'm proffering here.

There are very serious
and legitimate questions being raised

about the murder of which
my client stands accused.

Surely she has the right to have
any credible alternative theory

properly ventilated before a jury.

Mr Greene, I know you've already danced

around this maypole a few times,
so you'd be more than aware

that if I were to grant leave,
this court has no coercive powers

over any US Government agency.

They may simply just refuse.

In which case, Your Honour, we would
then be able to take the matter up

on appeal
at the International Court of Justice

in the calamitous event that
my client were to be found guilty

in this jurisdiction.

Very well. I'll reserve my decision.

What gives? It must be 15 years since
you've dropped in on me at work.

Well, it's probably 15 years since
you had a case that I cared about.

You must be working crazy hours.

I don't mind.

If you ever need a break
or some sustenance,

you can always come to us, you know?

I mean, I'd love to help if I could.

Or if it's easier, I could,
I could meet you somewhere.

I mean... That might be easier.

OK.

Let me know.

I will.

Jeez! I've... I've got to go.

Um...

Uh, see ya, Cleave. See ya, Doc.

Are you home, darling?

In here.

How was your day?

An unrelenting stream of pointlessness.

How was yours?

Yeah, it was fine. I just met,
um, Audrey in town for lunch.

Town, huh? Yeah.

Town - it's a... place
where people congregate.

It's got a couple of malls,
so you'd probably like it.

You didn't happen to
bump into Dad by any chance?

Uh, funny you should mention that,

because I was passing by
the Supreme Court...

Oh, you didn't.
Well, it was on my way to the car.

Oh, Mum, you're unbelievable!

Could you get that, please?

Finnegan.

Roger, Roger, I'm sorry!
Please, I didn't mean anything by it!

Finnegan, listen...
Mum! I'm sorry, Roger. Mum!

Roger, Roger, he's just a boy.

Please, he did not understand
what he was doing with Sally.

He wanted to do the right thing,
he got carried away... It's OK.

It's OK.

Oh, I'm just here
to look after the boys.

Sally's gonna stay in Byron for awhile.

Oh. I promise I didn't mean
to scare him.

Oh, that's fine. The little bugger
could use the occasional fright.

Nothing I say seems to make
any difference.

Oh. How is Sally?

Uh, she's finding herself. Oh.

You ever notice how people never go
looking for themselves

in cold climates? Hmm.

You know, I, um, I owe you an apology.

Really?

Sally told me that you were
the one who was having the affair

and I believed her.

Well, you don't know me that well,
so why wouldn't you believe her?

I'm supposed to be a shrink.

I can't believe I sat there for hours
listening to her and it was bullshit.

Well, she has a few issues, our Sal.
Did you ever suspect?

She was having an affair?
It wasn't the first time.

Really? But I had no idea
that it was Finnegan.

You know, for awhile there
I thought it was Cleaver.

Cleaver, you know,
he was always a bit flirty with her.

That's just his default setting.

Barnyard.

Yeah, I just finished reading
the Prosecution's report.

And?

It's not good. What is it?

Not over the phone, mate.

OK, look, I'm starving.
I'll see you at the Pic. Yeah, OK.

This just came for you
and I've got that dinner at eight.

Ah, yes, Bevan's mum's birthday.

Yes. And you called him Bevan. Hmm.

Yeah, give him my very best, alright?

Alright, I will.

We should get together sometime.

You want to get together with Bevan?

Yeah, well, you know,
the big day's coming.

Getting excited about the frocks?

Seriously though,
I've got to take my hat off to you -

to the both of you, really.

Why?

Well, I know I've given you
some stick along the way

about being a one-guy gal
since you were 15,

but here you are, seconds from wedlock,

and you are looking sexier
and more womanly than ever.

Really? Yeah.

I can see the tiger in your tank
all of a sudden.

The tiger in my tank? Since when?

I don't know, just, like,
the last week or something

and it's fantastic and it's a lesson
for all the romantics out there.

You can tell all the old cynics
like me to bugger off

because you have maintained your
faith not only in your relationship,

but also in yourself and you're
clearly more in love than ever.

What?

What is it?

What did I... what did I say?

What did I say?

Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!

Hey. Hey.

Oh, don't get up.

How are you doing? Oh, you know.

Uh, Cleaver says I have to eat.

You should. Melissa!

Do you mind if I join you?
No, no, not at all.

Um, can I get you anything? Some food?

So, any developments?

Nothing all that earth-shattering.

What's in the report?

Which report?

The one next to you marked 'Floyd'.

Barney.

You're late.

Yeah, well, this is not exactly
the most convenient meeting place

in the world, is it, mate?

I realise you're aiming
for a certain aesthetic here...

Mr Greene. Christ knows how
I'm going to get a cab out of here.

My associates are keen to know
if you're making progress.

Well, I'm following the money, alright,

but it's not exactly
leading me anywhere.

You do realise this is
probably the only opportunity

we'll have to get them in a court room.

Are you really up to this, Mr Greene?

Yeah, of course I'm up to it.
Well, then?

There seems to be evidence of
government fraud on a massive scale.

Slush funds, illegal arms deals...

Isn't that enough to be getting on with?

Look, Mr Smoking Guy, my client
is up on murder charges, alright,

and so far
we haven't actually found anything

that can meaningfully help us
with our defence.

Do I have to paint you a picture?

Maybe not an oil painting,
but, yeah, a line drawing.

The killer works for ASIO.
Is that sufficient detail for you?

Right.

Do you have a name?

I can't give you a name. Can't or won't?

This goes to the very top
of the organisation, Mr Greene.

You get the Director of ASIO
in the box and you ask him

about the information I've supplied you.

You embarrass him
and his friends sufficiently

and I guarantee
he'll sacrifice the agent involved

and put a halt to proceedings.

Handled properly,
you can both save the girl

and bring the whole rotting edifice
crashing down.

Some recent dispatches from the front.

They should help you fill in
some of the details.

Yeah.

Cleave!

Oh...

Mate, your timing could not be worse.

Hi, Kirsty.

How are you, Cleaver? Yeah, good.

Just, uh, flat out
like a lizard drinking.

Yeah, yeah, we're both busy people,
aren't we?

Oh, I know, it's just how do you find
the hours in the day?

I know. Listen, the reason I came
here was 'cause I wanted to work out

where we, um, where we stand, you know?

'Cause I've been getting
these mixed messages from you.

Have my messages been mixed?

Yeah, well, how's this for size?

I come here and sit waiting for you
and I look across the road

and I see your, your client
coming out of that cafe

and going straight into the apartment.

Is she living with you now, is she?

Yes, she is,
but it's not what you're thinking.

Isn't it?
No, it's not. She's an old friend.

I've read her book.
Ancient history, Kirsty.

Look, the way I see it, Cleaver,
we've got two choices, right?

I mean, our relationship
can either be based on pleasure...

..or it can be based on business

and I'm sure you're aware
of the differences.

OK, now here's the thing...

If you opt for the pleasure option,

she has to be out of
your apartment by tonight.

OK, here's the thing...
I will not be made a fool of!

OK.

My client is up
on murder charges right now.

Now, nothing's happening between us,
but she does need me at the moment

and I'm not gonna kick her out, alright?

I won't.

OK.

Great.

Great, we're back in business, then.

Good night, Cleaver.

Um, Col will have a word to you
about your new repayment plan.

I'm sure you understand
there will be penalties.

Yeah, yes.

Yes.

See ya, Kirsty.

Mate, I have got a big trial
about to kick off.

You really don't know a good thing
when you see it, do you, mate?

You've been offered a dream come true.

How's that exactly? A life with Kirsty.

You just can't see it, can ya?

Not with any great sense of clarity,
mate, no.

No, you just think
she's some low-rent moll.

Well, she would fuckin' buy and sell
you any day of the week, mate.

Mate, are you back on the gear?

I've seen a lot, Cleave,
I have seen a lot in my time, mate.

I've seen some of the shit
that Mick put her through

and she is still the most beautiful,
loving human being I've ever met.

I mean,
I could be right out of line here,

but have you got
a bit of a soft spot for Kirsty?

She lives for love, mate.

She lives for bloody love
and the likes of you, you just...

Mate, why don't you tell her
how you feel?

No, no, I'm no good when it comes
to the romance, mate.

Oh, come on!
I dream about taking her hand.

I open my mouth,
but I can't say anything.

Well, why not?

What is someone like me
gonna say to a goddess, mate?

'Kirsty, from the day I met you,
have filled my heart with joy

and light and song.

Lo, these many years I have tried
to hide my passion,

but now I can hide it no longer.

My heart is fit to bust a nut...'

Uh, to burst.

Lose the nut, lose the nut.
Never said nut.

'My heart is fit to burst.' Burst.

Gotcha.

'I am a man who knows
and understands your heart

and who wants to devote his life
to your song,

unlike poor Cleaver Greene,
who is incapable of feeling love

owing to personal tragedies
he's suffered during his childhood.

I will give you that love,

the love that Cleaver Greene
so desperately wanted to give you.

I want to make you happy
beyond your wildest dreams.

I want to make you mine.'

You reckon that'll do the trick, mate?

Putty in your hands, mate.

Hey.

This is the background report
prepared on Josh by the prosecution.

Ah, yes, you saw Barney.

There's a woman who says
that she slept with Josh

on three separate occasions
in Sydney since we've returned.

She could be lying.

Yeah, she could be, but in Josh's wallet

the cops found a couple of receipts
from the hotel that she named.

Doesn't mean he didn't love you.

He has a child.

OK, I didn't know that.

No, neither did I.

A two-year-old from a former temp
at GoodPlumbing in London.

You know what this means, Cleave?

It means they finally have a motive,
Cleave!

I mean, before I was
just a lying whore, right,

and now I'm a lying, jilted whore!

Don't do this. There's no point.

Why not? I mean, what have you got?

What have you even got that can help me?

It was an ASIO agent.

How do you know
that it was an ASIO agent?

Because I just saw the Smoking Guy.

The Smoking Guy?

Oh, of course!

Well, I mean, that makes me feel
a whole lot better, Agent Mulder!

Cleaver, I'm looking at a life sentence

and you're just off playing boys' games!

The first thing you said to me
when I saw you in the lock-up

was, 'They've killed him, Cleave.
They said they would and they did.'

You were right. What if I wasn't?

You think you can eat two? Um...

Pancakes! Do you want some maple syrup?

Yes, please. Where's Maxie?

Uh, he's still on his...
Get your own! Mum!

There's enough to go around.
No, you finish the eggs.

Wait! Where's your tie?

It's in my bag. Hard or soft, mate?

Breakfast. Max!

Argh! Ah! Max! Ah!

You should get an X-ray.

No, it's just a sprain.

I'm not sure
that we're gonna make it, baby.

And it's not just because of me
this time, is it?

This woman that you've slept with,
I don't want to know any details,

but is it an option
that you're contemplating?

'Cause you know you're not the kind
of guy that has one-night stands.

So for you to have
done something like this,

it must be sort of serious.

I know.

That's what scares me.

Ah, ah, ah.

Ooh.

Missy's losing it, mate.

She thinks I'm putting
all her eggs in the ASIO basket.

Well, it is the only basket in town
at the moment, isn't it?

I can't think of any others.

Alright, let's go back
to first principles.

Well, he didn't have any money,
so it's not that.

He was a root rat.
Maybe there was a jealous lover.

I'm sure there is, mate,

but he's been living in New York
for the ten years. Where do we start?

What about the ex-wife?

Yeah. You get your Angels onto it, hey?

Has Missy looked at
all the CCTV footage from the hotel?

Yeah. Once more with feeling,
do you reckon?

Yes, please.
Get her out of the bloody flat!

I've seen this movie before and
I wanted to walk out the first time.

Take a break if you have to.

It's getting us nowhere!

There's gotta be witnesses, DNA,
there's gotta be something

instead of you
just hanging around in car parks.

Alright, OK, you want the DNA report?
There it is.

It's a fuckin' hotel room, Miss.

How many different sets of DNA
do you think they found in there,

including yours on the knife?

You tell me what we've missed.

What if you can't get ASIO into the box?

We'll get them.
They'll fight the subpoenas.

Then we'll fight back.
And what if we lose that fight?

Missy! Missy!

Oi!

We need to talk.
Can you just let go of me, please?

Wow. For a woman about to marry
the man of her dreams,

she's got a hell of a case
of the marriage jitters.

What the fuck would you know?

Oh, has everybody gone barking mad?!

Hello.

I'm just ringing to make sure you're OK.

Couldn't be better.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

It wasn't your fault.
Anyway, we both came to our senses.

Listen, I've got to go.

I'll call you later.

What happened to you?

Hit and run.

Ought to be a law, but what can you do?

Listen, I need a highly rated favour.
Oh, yeah?

If anyone asks,
we had a working lunch yesterday.

What? Oh, I blew off a meeting
with the premier,

principally because my head

would have exploded with boredom
had I attended.

I told him we were working on
the Proceeds of Crime legislation.

Now, he's more than
a little paranoid at the moment,

so if you could diarise us
between 12 and 2:30.

Really?

Have you already got something
in your diary for lunch yesterday?

No. No? So what's the problem?

Thanks, Engels. I owe ya one.

Melissa, how do you
feel about the trial?

Did you do it?

How is this going to
affect your book sales?

How will this affect book sales?!

We're going straight in.

Something that's supposed to make you...

My learned friend Mr Greene
will doubtlessly tell a tale

of an elaborate conspiracy
to assassinate Joshua Floyd,

that he was a threat and a menace
to governments,

security agencies,
financial institutions, you name it.

But, ladies and gentlemen,

let us look at the actual legacy
of Joshua Floyd.

The guns are still being fired
in the Middle East,

but no-one on Wall Street has been.

No governments have been toppled,

no leaders have been forced from office.

At the worst,
he has caused embarrassment

to a handful of minor officials.

Tragically for Mr Greene...

..this is simply a garden variety murder

motivated by jealousy.

A jealousy so extreme
that it caused the accused

to plunge a knife
into her fiancee's back

not once, not twice, but three times.

It's easy to mock
conspiracy theories, isn't it?

In 1963, the theory
that there was a conspiracy

to assassinate President Kennedy
of the United States

was dismissed as absurd.

In 1973,
the theory that Nixon's henchmen

broke into the Democrat headquarters
in the Watergate building

was dismissed as absurd.

Why on earth would they bother?

Why would they risk everything?

Ladies and gentlemen,
history has perpetually taught us

that power corrupts

and the threat of the exposure
of that corruption generates fear.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Joshua Floyd was murdered

not necessarily because of anything
he'd already said or done,

but because of the fear
of what he might do.

Now, my client loved Joshua Floyd.

My client is a patsy.

Uh, um, uh, I chatted to Joshua briefly

and he gave me his card
and then I called him the next day

and he told me to meet him at a hotel.

Where you proceeded to have
sexual intercourse.

Yes.

And how many times
did you meet him for this purpose?

Um, three times in all. Thank you.

Mr Greene.

Uh, no questions.
Thank you, Your Honour.

So you didn't think
I had a good opening, Miss?

You've made me
Australia's Lee Harvey Oswald.

I couldn't be happier.

Between that
and your rigorous cross-examination

of Miss 'No Questions, Your Honour, '
I'm in legal heaven.

What do you think pushing that girl
would have added?

She has a solid alibi.

It could have been any one of his tarts.

What about Therese?
She's in there every day, you know?

She never misses a minute,

with nothing but fucking hate
in her eyes.

Maybe she couldn't stand the idea
of Josh marrying again.

She was in Melbourne.

Hey, guess what?

ASIO aren't gonna fight the subpoenas.

They just put out a press release
stating they're going to cooperate.

Yes! I knew it! I knew they'd cave!

They couldn't possibly say no publicly.

Dead, dead, dead mouse!

Nicole, dead mouse! Dead mouse!

Hey, Nicole.

Sorry. Oh, yes, yep, need those.

I, I, it was here ten seconds ago.

I saved it and now
it's fucking gone off the screen.

That's it, three hours work.

I think you'll find that's it, isn't it?

Thank you.

Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey.

Showtime, folks.

Mate, the prosecution's gonna howl
when they get this so late.

I know, I know.
Not to mention the judge.

I know. Nicole! Nicole! Yes.

We've got to get these over
to Judgey and Greg at warp speed.

By warp speed do you mean
you want me to carry them?

I don't need your special brand
of insight today, OK?

Nicole! OK, but someone's got to
check the agreed timecodes

on the DVD of the hotel footage.

I can do that. Yeah, sure you can.

I could do that.

Oh, this is - it's broken, it's fucked.

Give it to me.

Uh! Oh.

That's her.

Who?

There's this woman.
She comes to court every day.

That's her. I'm sure that's her.

Who is she? We'll go get an ID.

You'd better be bloody quick, mate.

You're gonna have to stall.
I can only stall so long.

Are you sure?

Mr Greene.

Your Honour.
Are you not ready to commence?

Indeed, Your Honour.

Uh... Mr Lonsdale, you are the Director

of the Australian Security
and Intelligence Organisation...

..otherwise known as ASIO.
Is that correct?

I am.

Now, Mr Lonsdale, I notice that
you chose to affirm your oath

rather than swear to God.

Is that, uh, a fair comment?

I did.

So you don't believe in a God at all?

I'm an atheist, Mr Greene.

I see.

Are your parents religious folk,
Mr Lonsdale?

Mr Greene, what on earth
are you playing at?

This case, uh, uh, as Your Honour
very kindly pointed out,

does have certain elements
of the conspiracy theory to it,

very much like The Da Vinci Code.

Mr Greene...
Oh, you're a wanker, Cleaver.

Uh, may I have one moment,
Your Honour, to take instructions?

Mr Greene,
my patience is wearing wafer thin.

Thank you, Your Honour.

It's her, mate.
Please tell me she's with ASIO.

Her husband was the doctor
in Missy's book that topped himself.

So ASIO's...
..got nothing to do with it.

Not, but why was the Smoking Man...?

Oh, shit. Uh-huh.

Mr Greene? Oh, shit!

Yes, I know.

Oh.

No further questions. Thank you.

No further questions?

As if you've asked one!

So I take it you're no longer
pursuing this line of attack.

I'm afraid not.

Do you have any idea the amount of time

you've wasted
on this goose chase, Cleaver?

This is bordering on contempt.

I was set up, Ben. Oh, set up. By whom?

By ASIO.

All those smoking guns
in all those files were leaked to me

by someone who claimed to be
a friend of Josh's,

but on reflection
I'm sure it was all bullshit.

I'm sure there's not
a single truth amongst them.

Why would ASIO leak you bullshit,
Cleaver?

So that I'd get up and spout it, Greg,

and be made to look like a tit
by the Director of ASIO,

which would then be vindicated
in open court.

Who's going to trust
GoodPlumbing after that?

And how do you know this?

Because we know who really did it.

Your Honour, I'd like to call
Mrs Faye Chambers, please.

Do you know why you've been called
to give evidence, Mrs Chambers?

Yes.

Mrs Chambers, your husband was

the noted oncologist
Graham Chambers, is that right?

He was. He devoted himself
to saving people's lives.

He passed away recently, did he not?

He did.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs Chambers, could you tell the
court how your husband died, please?

He took an overdose. I see.

Do you know why he took an overdose?

He killed himself
because of that filthy book,

that vile, evil book.

The book you are referring to,
Mrs Chambers,

is A Thousand Lies I Have Told
by the accused, is that right?

I am.

He showed me the book and told me
what had happened in that brothel.

I didn't care. I loved him.

I could cope because 99% of him
was pure good.

He wasn't mentioned by name in the book.

No, but he was terrified
people would find out somehow.

She betrayed his confidence,
she destroyed him

and I wanted that whore
to find out what it felt like

to suffer the sort of loss I had.

Yep.

Come in.

Miss Engels. Premier.

Oh, dear. What happened to you?

Oh, just a little accident at home.
Please have a seat.

Delighted to meet you at last. You too.

So, I need to ask you
a very delicate question, if I may.

My understanding is that
on the 17th of this month,

you had a working lunch
with Cal McGregor.

17th? Um...

Uh...

Uh, yes. We were finalising
the amendments

to the Proceeds
of Crime legislation, I believe.

Thank God. I'm sure this won't be
a secret much longer,

so I should tell you the reason
I'm asking you this question

is because a woman has alleged Cal
sexually assaulted her at that time.

Now, I for one
never doubted his innocence,

but the fact that he has
an ironclad alibi

comes as an enormous relief.

Now, uh, some detectives
are in my conference room.

They'll want to ask you some
questions and get a signed statement.

I assume that won't be a problem.

No, no problem.

Table right here.

Oh, thanks.

I'll be right back with the menus
and some water for the table.

Enjoy your evening. Thank you.

Doc.

Mwah!

How's it hanging? Have we got a bottle?

I've just ordered a glass.

Let's get a bottle. Hey-o!

Um, ah.

So I was thinking on the way here,

if you, if you ever met royalty,
would you bow or curtsy?

Because I don't think...
I wouldn't even nod.

Hello. Can I get...? Ah, fuck.

I mean, I'd give them my paw.

I'm not being
deliberately disrespectful.

It's just that, fuck, you know,
what did they ever do to earn it?

Hello! Oh, yes, garcon!

If we have to bow to the unworthy,
we, why don't we bow to supermodels?

At least they're cute, hmm?

I'm gonna bow to Gisele Bundchen.

Who... who do you have to fuck to
get a drop of something around here?

Hello. Yes, mate. Yes, you.

Yeah. Come on, mate.

Yeah, come on. Oh, ping! Bingo.

Yes, nobody likes a snitch.

Ah!

Come on, thirsty human in the room.

Oh, for a beaker of the warm south.

Yeah, can you see me now?
Huh? What are you doing?

We're better when
there's distance between us.

Oh, come on, sweetheart,
just a little joke.

Just a little joke. You've had enough.

Oh, come on, mate, I haven't had any.

I haven't had a single thing.
A man is not a camel.

Hey, Roger. How are you going?
Hey, yeah, good, Wend. Good.

You? Do you feel like a drink?

Oh.

Oh, shit! Col.

It worked, mate. It fuckin' worked.

I can't believe it. Oh!

We're in love, mate, me and Kirsty.

Oh, mate, oh,
I couldn't be happier for you.

Oh, I can't thank you enough, mate.
We are over the moon.

Oh, well, you know,
I'm, I'm heartbroken, of course,

but, but, what are mates for, huh?

Makes this so hard, Cleave. What's that?

Naturally Kirsty's very grateful
too, of course,

but, like she says, business is business

and I'm not about to upset
my little dumpling, now, am I, mate?

Matter of fact,
this is a special request from her.

Oh!

Oh!

Mate, I've got the most wonderful
news. Cal McGregor's raped someone.

Have you any idea what you've done?
Why would you do that for him?

I'm not a farm animal.
I don't just root people.

I'm not built that way.
It has to be love.

To our son's birthday dinner

you are bringing the husband
of the woman our son was porking?

Yes, happy birthday, mate. Good on you.

I will not have this trial
reduced to a mindless sideshow

of tawdry innuendo and filth talk,
do you hear me, Cleaver?

You are a monster! God Almighty!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!