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You had one job! One job!

Distract the manager
and you couldn't even do that!

Well, if you'd kept a low
profile like we'd planned...

And they said that you got the arse

because you tipped off some lawyers
about some big insurance case.

HELENA: Miss Stewart lost her
job because she helped us.

You are between myself and
the chemicals for cleaning.

- Oh, sorry.
- Oh!

Zareb!

Can you take that cartridge
back downstairs for me?

I was going out with Cal
and he made a commitment.

Some men can't manage
that for a weekend.

And you're the one who never
showed up the next day.

What are you talking about? I
sat in that cafe for an hour.

The cafe at the train station?

No, we said the bus stop.

(ALL SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE)

Hey! Hey, stop!

Hey, stop there!

Wait! Oi!

Hold up!

Police!

Come here.

Can you stand?

- That's it, you're on your feet.
- Oh, me arm.

You're under arrest, mate.

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Hurry up!

Lyds, come on, you'll miss your bus!

Is yelling really a mindful
way to start the day?

- Have you got the lunch?
- Mm-hm.

- Something that's not sugar?
- Yes.

- At least one green thing?
- Mm-hm.

Good. Have a great day.

Mum, can you drive me?

Ah, see that stuff?
It's called sunshine.

Well, the forecast says rain.

I've got to read a brief.

And the bus stop is right outside.

Yeah, well, I just
missed it. That's okay.

First period's only English.

Okay, come on, then.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Hi, Cal. Has somebody died?

Oh, good. Can I call you back?

Morning. Is our Viking here yet?

Lars Svensson's running an hour late.

Stuck in traffic.

Oh, thank goodness for a
crumbling urban infrastructure.

You good for a coffee?

Well, give me a yell when he gets here.

Josephine. Josephine.

What?

Lewis, I think it's best if
we leave our personal history

outside of these walls.

Yeah, I agree.

But I'm just getting
some mixed messages.

Does your lingerie
always match your car?

It's my lucky court bra.

You'll be glad I wore it when we win.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

(MOBILE PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Hello.
- Look!

Mrs McPherson's paid
for her conveyancing.

In pineapples!

We were hoping for pumpkins this time.

And her cash payment is coming when?

Very soon, I'm sure.

Done any advertising?

Well, Johnny's spreading the word,

and once people see that
we're solicitors...

How? I'm not sure you're going to
get much foot traffic down here.

- Good morning, Zareb.
- Morning.

I am hoping to prevail
upon your legal services.

I am in trouble with the police.

Good morning. I'm looking
for Zareb Mulumba.

- And you are?
- Jean-Paul Deng.

And may I ask what it's regarding?

It's a private matter.

- Mr Ding...
- Deng.

Mr Deng, this is Zareb's workplace.

It's really not appropriate
for him to be socialising.

I'm not here to socialise.

I'm Chief of Operations for the East
African Basketball Association.

Well, Zareb keeps his cleaning
products down in the basement.

- Perhaps you might find him there.
- Thank you.

And why were the police called?

A woman filed a complaint that
she saw us rioting, but...

It was not a riot.

It was just my basketball team, the
Rockley Reds, running for training.

Then why did you flee?

They were not in uniform.
They looked angry.

We thought they were racist guys.

Do you have the charge sheet?

"Resisting a police officer."

(MOBILE DINGS AND VIBRATES)

Oh, God, I've got to go.

Zareb, you are in very good hands.

Please, Helena. You must fix this.

Can you help him, Ms Chatterjee?
Can you fight this in court?

Well, if it comes to that, but
I prefer to try and negotiate.

Sometimes the best way to get justice

is to not go to court at all.

LEWIS: Ah, my colleague.

Good morning.

Josephine Newton.

Lars Svensson, Australian
CEO for Vart Hem,

the furniture store for every home.

Josephine's been good enough to get
herself up to speed as my junior,

after Christopher had his
unfortunate bicycle accident.

Ah.

Todd Dingwell, a brickie's labourer,

is suing Vart Hem for medical expenses,

loss of current and future earnings

and psychological injuries when
he broke his foot in a stampede

in the bedroom section
of your Kilburn store.

Mm.

The stampede resulted from a bomb
threat phoned through to the store.

From inside.

Well, indeed, but it's what happened
after the call that's at issue.

Mr Dingwell claims that Vart Hem's
exit and emergency evacuation plans

were demonstrably inadequate.

Ridiculous thinking.

Patently, and we'll prove that.

It is better you do.

Dingwell is not winning this.

We are not wanting a class action.

If we can find the person
who made the bloody call...

With respect, Lars, Josephine's right.

The bomb hoax is almost irrelevant.

They cannot be doing this.

Ringing from a phone right
in the middle of bedrooms.

Oh, you mean the phone
near the day beds,

with the three-drawer storage

and the plastic chair that
doubles as a coat rack?

- Yes.
- Oh.

You are a customer of Vart Hem?

Well, isn't everyone?

Although, I must admit,

there's been a few crowded
Sunday afternoons

when I've felt like stampeding myself.

(GRUNTS)

Do you think it was prudent
to insult the client?

It's not my fault that Svars Lensson
doesn't have a sense of humour.

Lars Svensson, as you well know,

and would you have a sense of humour

if someone was suing you for $300,000?

300,000? Me? It would be hilarious.

Oh, I must remind myself to get some

non-slip hangers from Vart Hem.

Is that lettuce? Are
you grocery shopping?

Hey, no, I was doing that at
dawn, but I forgot something.

Stop for a minute.

I can't. I don't have enough time.

Hey, do you know anything
about basketball?

- No.
- Helena's got a resist arrest.

You're spreading yourself
too thin, Josephine.

You're going to sabotage
your return to the bar

if you don't start being more Zen.

Oh, I would love to be more Zen,

but I have a teenage daughter

who I can't say no to and
a not-quite ex-husband

and a not-quite ex-legal firm
who all make demands on me,

so I don't have time to sit
around gazing at my navel.

Well, how about doing
one thing at a time?

It's not going to happen. Come on.

- Oh...
- Yeah, I'll get that.

Thank you, Detective. You're most kind.

Well, if I could have Zareb's
complete police brief

within the hour, that
would be wonderful.

Thank you.

What's Mr Walinski given us this time?

Hair products.

Coconut shine shampoo made in Poland.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- I've got it!

Chatterjee & Chatterjee,
how can I help?

Mr Sharma?

I'm afraid she's with a client.

Of course. I'll let her know.

Okay. Bye now. Bye!

He's very insistent.

What's he keep calling for?

Oh, who knows? Probably
trying to sell me something.

We've got more important
things to worry about.

Have you spoken to any of
Zareb's character referees yet?

Try calling them again.

Sure.

I need some fresh air.

- Is she all right?
- I don't know.

I'm very disappointed, Zareb.

When I arrived this morning,
reception hadn't even been touched.

There was a used tissue
on the coffee table.

I'm sorry, Miss Russo.

It is imperative that
we always maintain

an immaculately presented environment

and that includes
immaculately presented staff.

Your shoelace is undone.

Well, the opposition's pulled out
all the stops with Hugo Spencer.

- He's a grandstander.
- Oh, he's up himself.

I was opposed to him
in the Coleman fraud,

when my waters broke
all over his shoes.

Remember?

I delivered my final address at the
same time as I delivered a baby,

and I won the case.

Just saying.

I think I forgot to gaze
at my navel that day, too.

I'm happy to gaze at
your navel for you.

- Oh!
- Withdrawn.

Ah! Josephine Newton.

Hugo Spencer.

Not pregnant, I see.

Well, at least my shoes'll
be safe this time.

Oh, you're not still
wearing the suede brogues?

They're so 15 years ago.

You know, it's always a delight to
welcome a busy Mum back to the bar.

Must be a refreshing change
from toilet training

and childish tantrums.

Well, round here, bit hard
to tell the difference.

Now, Mrs Dingwell, I'm wondering
if you'd mind telling us

what happened on that day?

Todd and I went to buy some
things for our new house

in Gracevale Gardens.

We'd only been there about 15 minutes

when an announcement came over the PA

that we had to evacuate
because of a bomb threat.

And what was your response
to that announcement?

It was horrible.

It turned into a stampede.

That's when Todd's foot got trampled.

And what did you do?

Everyone else had left.

We thought there might
be a terrorist in there,

or the place could go up at any minute.

Your Honour, I ask that the
witness see exhibit P1.

What does this photograph show?

It shows me pushing Todd out
the front doors of Vart Hem.

I found a trolley
someone had left behind

and somehow loaded him onto it.

As soon as we heard the
all-clear announcement,

we headed for the exit and I took
him straight to the hospital.

What did you find out there?

The doctors at St Victor's confirmed

that Todd had a comminuted
fracture of the metatarsals.

A badly broken foot.

- And how's your husband's foot now?
- Not much better, unfortunately.

How are you managing
financially, Mrs Dingwell?

Todd can't work, so all
our plans are gone.

We wanted to start our own family.

I love little kids.

(WHISPERS) Oh, she's got the names
all picked out and everything.

And it looks like we're going
to have to sell the house.

God help us, they want to adopt her.

Do something!

Mrs Dingwell, you gave evidence

that you heard an announcement
over Vart Hem's PA

that the store had to be evacuated
because of a bomb threat?

Yes.

The store manager will give evidence

saying that he made that announcement

from a pro forma Vart Hem script,

a script that made no
reference to threats.

So why did you think
there was a bomb threat?

I must have gotten the
idea from somewhere.

Everyone was yelling there's a bomb.

I must have remembered
it wrongly. I'm so sorry.

Is there anything else you
might have remembered wrongly?

I don't know what you mean.

Are you saying that I'm lying? (SOBS)

You're not the one who
sees Todd at home.

He's so depressed, he
can't get out of bed.

Mrs Dingwell.

Please just answer the questions.

Look at her. Even I want
to bake her a cake.

It wouldn't kill Vart Hem to
sling a few bucks their way.

Why? Just because
they're the underdogs?

Well, it's not like
Lars can't afford it.

It's not justified.

Vart Hem's emergency exits
and evacuation procedures

are way above industry standard.

It's the only thing at issue here.

He's lost his job and they're
about to lose their house.

Are you comfortable
with our role in this?

Yup. I'm really comfortable.

I wonder how my share
portfolio is doing.

- (LAUGHS)
- I'm genuinely interested.

I'm making so much money
by doing nothing.

Ooh.

- Excuse me?
- WAITER: Yes, miss?

I'm so sorry to bother you, but
I couldn't finish my meat pie

because I found a hair in it.

- (MOBILE RINGS)
- Oh, sorry, I'll take that back.

Yeah.

Lewis Hughes.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you. Thanks.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you. That was the associate.

One of the jurors has had
a personal emergency.

So we're adjourned until tomorrow.
You have time to finish your lunch.

Either that or bake a
pre-emptive lasagne,

restump the house, conquer Spanish.

I'll see you back at Knox.

HELENA: The CCTV camera doesn't
show who knocked down the old man.

It seems clear that you
did resist arrest,

but I'm sure that we can
argue a case for leniency.

And I'm hoping we can resolve this
in a conference with the police,

especially if you give
the name of the person

who assaulted the old man.

It was not an assault.

My friend knocked over the
elderly gentleman by accident.

So the police need your help.

I cannot say.

Having trouble with the police is
very scary for me and my friends.

Resist arrest is bad for me,

but I do not want my
friends in trouble too.

(MOBILE DINGS)

Excuse me. Sorry.

Okay, let's see what we can do.

Now, I can point out that
the assault of the old man

may have been an accident.

Hey, your fire claim's almost sorted,

apart from the usual
argy-bargy on payout.

Oh, great, thanks. Do you reckon
you could help me with a case?

Yeah, sure. What is it?

Well, there's something bothering
me about these plaintiffs,

so I was wondering if you could do

a spot of investigation on this couple.

The husband's claiming
permanent disability.

Oh, you reckon he's faking it?

- Hey, how's it going with Zareb?
- Yeah, good.

Helena's just about to meet
up with Sergeant Malouf

to see what she can negotiate
before it hits court.

Malouf. Yeah, well, he's no
pushover, but he's fair.

She should be able to wrangle him.

Hopefully, better than she can
wrangle her nuisance caller.

Who's that?

Some guy called Sharma, Ravi Sharma.

He's called like six times.

Probably some insurance salesman.

- Sergeant Malouf.
- Miss Chatterjee. Mr Mulumba.

Josephine running late?

No, I'll be handling this matter.

What, you're flying solo on this one?

Of course. I am a fully
qualified solicitor.

Yeah, well, I mean sure
you got the bit of paper,

but aren't you the one
who's a bit court-shy?

I'm sorry, Sergeant, I don't
have the faintest idea

what you're talking about.

Righto, I see. All right. My mistake.

If I may cut to the chase,

while Mr Mulumba did
struggle with the informant,

there were extenuating circumstances.

I've spoken with a
clinical psychologist

who's had extensive experience with
youth from wartorn countries...

Yeah, yeah, look, look,

I've heard this tale
of woe before, right?

You have the psych report there?

Well, it's, um, underway.

The policemen were in plainclothes

and they took a very
aggressive approach...

Yeah, maybe they did, maybe
they didn't, all right?

The point is, is Mr
Mulumba going to tell us

who assaulted Clyde O'Reilly?

My client is adamant
that it was not him,

and that the unfortunate
incident was accidental.

So he saw it, but he's not talking.

Somebody will be held accountable.

Now I suggest you convince
your client to start talking.

Now.

Please, Zareb. Please.

- I am sorry.
- I see.

Well, I have no choice but to
add a charge to resist arrest.

Unlawful assault in company.

Ravi, Ravi, you are
no longer in my life.

Please help me to face
my greatest fear.

- Fears.
- (MOBILE DINGS)

(THUDDING)

(HUMS)

This had to happen sometime.

You can't avoid Ravi forever.

Skye told me about your nuisance calls.

Why now?

Just when I was almost
ready to forget about it.

You can't let this throw you.

Just the thought of standing
up in a court room.

I know.

Helena, why do you insist on
acting like the guilty party?

Ravi trampled on your dreams because
he was afraid of losing you.

But his dream was for a big, happy
family and I disappointed him.

But that wasn't your fault,

and you had a right to hope for other
things, like an education, a career.

But I went about it the wrong
way, and I wasn't truthful.

The magistrate found you
not guilty, remember?

You can face Ravi with
your head held high.

But every time I think about it,

the humiliation comes flooding back
and I'm overwhelmed with emotion.

What could be more powerful

than an advocate who understands
their client's plight

with their heart as well as their head?

Just take those memories

and save Zareb from suffering
an injustice like you did.

And we've got The Lyncher.

Meanest magistrate on the bench.

Maybe you'll catch him on a good day.

And I lied to Sergeant Malouf.

That's not a great start.

And then I couldn't get Zareb to talk,

so he added a charge of
unlawful assault in company.

Perhaps you could take over.

No. No, you can do it.

Oh, sorry.

They shouldn't even be here

if Zareb was doing his job.

Look at this. Look at this.

"African Youths in Callous Attack."

Yeah?

Well, look underneath, here.

"A 21-year-old African
man has been arrested

"after a brazen rampage
by a gang of youths

"through quiet suburban streets."

Look at his shoes.

Who do we know that
wears shoes like that?

You've lost me.

Oh, forget it.

Red gym boots are hardly conclusive
proof that it's thingamy.

Zareb. His name is Zareb.

Yes, him.
The one with the vacuum cleaner.

Oh, I'm not saying it is conclusive,

but I'm concerned about
public perception.

What public perception?

Nobody knows the offender's
identity, including you.

Well, I had hoped
for a bit more support.

I am just trying to preserve
the chamber's good name.

You know you're very attractive
when you're hyper-vigilant.

- Shall we close the door?
- Oh, Eric, go back to sleep.

I'm sorry, Zareb.

I don't think for one minute
that you're part of a gang

or that you're involved in
assaults and carjacking,

but these chambers must
remain unimpeachable.

So, I'm not sacking you.

I'm just standing you down until
you're officially cleared.

You wish me to leave now, Miss Russo?

I think it might be best.

I'm sure you have other
things to worry about.

If you could just empty all the
bins before you go. Please?

Recycling?

Three-pointer.

Sorry, Zareb, do you mind
asking me again tomorrow?

I will not be here tomorrow.

You won't? Why not?

I am not accusing Zareb. I am...

Tossing him out of his job

because you're more concerned
about the client's perceptions

than Zareb's rights as a human being.

Let's keep our wigs on.

The chambers would like
to apologise, Zareb.

Indeed we would.

As barristers, we uphold the
presumption of innocence,

despite Ms Russo's...
regrettable action.

Perhaps you'd like to make
amends by putting Zareb

in touch with an
appropriate legal service.

Thank you, but I already
have a solicitor...

I think it's important
that Jackie apologises.

Go on.

I'm sorry, Zareb.

Great. Well, that's done. Let's...
let's get back to work.

And what if I'm convicted
of a crime, Mr Whitley?

You'd better not be.

I'm not getting sandwiched
between those two women again.

Sandwiched?

I'm off to do some
investigating for Josephine.

About the fire?

No, some big case she's
got on upstairs.

Oh, you might need help. What big case?

Sorry. Highly confidential.

What? Helena?

I thought she was just sorting
out insurance on the fire.

- I need you now.
- Well, she just said she's doing...

- Jonathan, I need you. Come on!
- Some big case!

Now! Jonathan!

Come on!

You have to go and speak
with Zareb's friends.

(LAUGHTER) That is cool.
I want one of those.

- I want one.
- Sweet, man.

Isn't she? Girl of me dreams.

It's over five litres of pure grunt.

Aren't you the Rockley Reds?

Hey, fellas, fellas, wait.
Look, I'm on your side.

I work for the solicitors trying
to get Zareb off the charges.

Were any of you there the other night?

Look, we know that none of you
meant to knock the old bloke over,

but they've charged Zareb with assault

because he won't say
who else was there.

We are so sorry for Zareb.

Tell him we said he's a legend.

What...? Come on!

He'll lose his job if
he gets convicted.

Look at the fixtures for the Nationals.

The Reds are playing
the Denton Dragons.

Yeah.

And look at the name of the
Dragons' team captain.

His name's Boseley.

And look at this.

The person who called in
the original complaint

was Catherine A Boseley.

That's more than a coincidence.

I told the police exactly what I saw.

They were marauding through the
streets, bailing people up.

It was terrifying.

I was worried for my father-in-law.

I mean, he'd just gone to the shops...

Oh, speak of the devil. Dad, we're
in the middle of something.

Pete Boseley. G'day.

Johnny Allbright. G'day.

- Dad, we're busy, so...
- Busy about what?

I'm just asking your
daughter-in-law about the incident

she reported to the police.

Dad doesn't know anything.
He's a bit...

Dad, why don't you leave us to it

and I'll bring you a biscuit
and a cuppa in a few moments.

Thanks, Pete. Go on.

I just wish I'd called
the police sooner.

Then maybe that other poor old
gentleman wouldn't have been

so brutally attacked.

If he was attacked. It's hard
to get the full picture.

But our client's taken the rap.
Zareb Mulumba.

He's been charged with
unlawful assault.

Mulumba has? Are you sure it
wasn't one of the others?

It sounds like you know him.

Oh, no, I've never heard
of the kid, but...

well, they all have these
sorts of names, don't they?

Ah.

These boys in African gangs.

Hmm.

I thought they were a basketball team.

Ah, well, what do I know?

I'm a hard worker and I've
got lots of initiative.

Why did I leave insurance?

Lack of advancement opportunities.

Confidentiality breach?

No, that's been blown
out of all proportion.

Well, if that's how you feel about it,

but you're the ones
who are missing out.

Todd, you're so useless!
What about these?

Grow a brain next time,
ya bloody idiot!

Zareb, do you know the Boseley family?

I know Jake Boseley. We've
played the Dragons many times.

We are very evenly matched.

I am also angry that Cathy
Boseley would do such a thing.

- But this is very important for Jake.
- Why?

A college talent scout from America
is coming to watch Jake and Clinton,

the star of my team, play.

He has one basketball
scholarship to give away.

Was it Clinton who knocked
over Mr O'Reilly?

(SIGHS)

And if Clinton has a
criminal conviction

he won't be allowed into the States.

- Is that why you're taking the blame?
- I'm sorry, I cannot say.

Zareb, this is very
important for you too.

You sure you want to stay quiet?

Clinton was taken as a child soldier.

He's earned a new life.

More than me.

No, you both deserve a new life.

Look, I understand what
you're going through

better than you will ever know

and together, we will stand up in court

and we will tell the world that
you have been unjustly accused.

And I will be right
beside you, every minute.

And we will win.

He's definitely not faking his injury.

But look at her. What a deadset bitch.

(LAUGHS) You need to work
on your legal jargon.

Lewis's briefing
solicitor couldn't find

any previous insurance
claims in her name,

but she is definitely a piece of work.

Lars gave me this list
of other shoppers

who used their membership
cards at Vart Hem that day

around the same time.

Could you call and see if any of
them remember Todd or Tracey?

Sure.

You might want to make sure
that solicitor checked out

Tracey Dingwell's maiden name.

Just an industry tip.

Mm, excellent.

(PHONE RINGS)

Josephine Newton.

Ah, yes. Thank you for calling me back.

Really?

Really?

Vaxthllare. Vaxthllare!

- Lewis!
- You just caught me.

I'm on my way home to my lonely
bachelor pad and my cats.

Have you got cats?

If I did, would you take pity on me?

Guess what? Tracey and Todd have
been awarded damages twice before.

No, they haven't. My
instructing solicitor checked.

- They were under Tracey's maiden name.
- I'm going to kill him.

They sued their local kebab
shop for food poisoning.

- Mm-hm.
- And a plumber who fixed their toilet.

Was that after the kebab shop?

So it all makes sense.

It's Tracey's MO.

The hair in the pie at
lunch the other day.

- What pie?
- Yeah, you missed that.

The kebab shop. The plumber.

She's had some modest success.
Now she's getting cocky.

She's looking for a bigger payout.

And you thought she was a poor
underdog, salt of the earth.

I think this makes amends for
that brief error of judgment.

And that's not all. Vaxthllare.

- See these hanging planters?
- Mm?

- They took them home.
- So?

Tracey said it was
someone else's trolley.

If you were as traumatised
as she claimed,

would you bother taking
a hanging planter home?

I barely know what a
hanging planter is.

Let's go shopping.

Um, yeah.

This is where Todd and Tracey
say they were trapped.

I'm not surprised. Which way's out?

Oh, look at these Liten Ladas!
This is exactly what Lydia needs.

What are they?

They're basket dividers.

You put your stuff in them and
then you put 'em in your drawer.

Isn't that what drawers are for?

Why do you have to put your
stuff into baskets first?

'Cause the baskets
keep the drawers tidy.

If you did that yourself, you
wouldn't need the baskets.

Oh, well, lucky you're not buying them.

And Liten Ladas always sell out.

Don't you Liten Lada me.

See, this is why I prefer to come
to Vart Hem unencumbered by a man.

You issued the invitation.

Come on, we're going
to the Market Hall.

Is that like the Hall of the
Mountain Kings in Peer Gynt?

Do I get to meet the Old
Man of the Mountain?

In here the trolls say,

"Be true to yourself and
to hell with the world."

See? I knew it.

Me too. What?

Tracey said this flat-pack
trolley was found,

lying abandoned in the bedroom section

with these rugs and these
hanging planters already on it.

Bedrooms is an eight-minute
walk from here.

Why would somebody grab all this stuff

and walk all the way back there,

pushing a huge flat-pack trolley?

It doesn't make any sense.

Definitely doesn't
make any sense to me.

Let's put Hugo Spencer on notice

that we're going to ask for
Tracey to be recalled.

And we're going to need to get hold
of Vart Hem's checkout records.

I think you should
cross-examine her this time.

Your Vart Hem knowledge
is far superior to mine.

Conceded. I need to get bookshelves.

Okay, how's that going
to fit in the car?

They come in a flat pack.

So who puts it together?

Whoever gets sick of looking
at the flat packs first.

- MAN: Here they are.
- WOMAN: Do you have a statement?

- Hey, hey, hey!
- All right!

Does your client Mr Mulumba
have anything to say?

That is enough!

My client is a member of a
basketball team, not a gang.

He is an extremely admirable young man

who's risen above horrific
childhood circumstances

and is making a valuable
contribution to Australian society.

Um...

Yes, thank you. Thank you.

So, what was he doing
on the street, then?

Helena! Helena! You okay?

What happened?

(HUMS)

Excuse me, are you with
Helena Chatterjee?

Yeah, she's around the corner, mate.

Indisposed.

It's me. Are you all right?

Yep.

We need you now.

- Helena's hiding in a toilet.
- Okay.

I just remembered I
have to do something.

Start without me if you have to.

- I won't be long.
- What?

Wait!

And so, Your Honour,

I seek leave on behalf of
my indisposed colleague

to adjourn the contest
mention for 24 hours.

Well, fortunately for you, Ms
Newton, I'm feeling generous.

We'll adjourn until 9am tomorrow.

I expect everyone to be
ready to proceed then,

indisposed or otherwise.

If Your Honour pleases.

Do you honestly think that she's
up to this, your old offsider?

Helena is more than up to this.

Once she kicks this migraine,
she'll be firing on all cylinders.

- If I may be excused, Your Honour.
- Yes, Ms Newton.

Ms Newton, Helena's in the ladies' room.
She's avoiding me.

Oh, go figure.

I need her to sign these,

so we can sell the house.

Just the documents, Ravi?

No haranguing, no
raking over old coals.

And absolutely no accusations.

Otherwise I won't help you at all.

Give me a moment.

Helena, it's me.

We're alone.

Oh, how did the contest mention go?
I know I let Zareb down.

You don't get out of it that easily.

I just had it adjourned until tomorrow.

Oh.

What did Sergeant Malouf say about me?

He said he hopes your
migraine clears quickly.

Oh, no, another lie.

Oh, he's a policeman. He's used to it.
But Ravi's outside.

He's got some papers he wants you
to sign for the sale of your house.

- Can you bring them into me, please?
- I could, but I won't.

Come on.

Come on.

It's time to face Ravi once and for
all and put this thing to rest.

What is it?

I saw a pram.

Oh.

- (MOBILE DINGS)
- And that's Lewis.

I have got to get back
to the county court.

You can do this.

You can do this.

You can do this.

You have some papers for me?

Helena, you look well.

Thank you.

How are you?

I am well, as I look.

I want to read these before I sign.

Of course. You are a solicitor.

I want you to know I'm happy for you.

I don't need your approval, Ravi.

I...

I tried my best to make you happy,

to give you children that never came.

Don't you know that that
broke my heart too?

I had to let it go to
find something else,

and to study law, that
was my new dream.

And I deserved that money.

How could you accuse me
of stealing from you?

I can see now that I was being selfish.

And I'm sorry I wrongfully accused you.

I saw your pram.

It seems I'm not the only one
whose dreams have come true.

The gods have been kind.

Mr Sharma, I can't mind
your baby anymore.

He smells like he's got a nuclear
waste dump in his nappy.

Oh, it's okay.

I have a little baby angel.

Yeah, wow, bub-bub! Whoo!

Oh, yah!

I saw Hugo.

He's a tad put out that Evans has
granted us leave to recall Tracey.

Oh, poor Hugo.

You hold your jabot on
with a bulldog clip?

No, it's not just any old bulldog clip.

It's a Pappersklamma from Vart Hem.

Mrs Dingwell, can you
please tell the court

what you've just been handed?

It's a Vart Hem receipt.

Please read the items.

Two Matta high pile rugs,
one salad spinner,

two Vaxthllare hanging planters.

What's the time and
date on the receipt?

3:09pm, March 8.

And what does the handwritten note
on the bottom of the receipt say?

"Hanging planters reduced by 25%

"because of scratches
pointed out by customer."

And there's two signatures, one
by the cashier and one by you,

isn't that right?

Seems to be, yes.

You purchased these items.

I guess I must have.

I guess you must have.

Your Honour, my learned friend is
wasting the court's valuable time.

Straws, Mr Spencer. You're
clutching. Get on with it.

Yes, Your Honour.

You testified that you
found the trolley

with the hanging planters
abandoned in the bedroom section.

- Isn't that correct?
- Yes.

Why did you purchase
someone else's items?

I guess I was so frightened
I wasn't thinking straight?

Yet you had the presence
of mind to haggle

over the condition of
the hanging planters.

Told you she was good.

They...

They were my things. I
just remembered. I...

I must have gotten confused
because of the stress.

So you shopped during the evacuation,

in spite of the earlier evidence that
you were terrified for your lives.

I must have gotten confused again.

Confused?

No, you knew you could shop in safety
because you made the bomb threat.

Oh, objection, Your Honour.
Supposition.

Yes, but, uh, interesting.
Carry on, Ms Newton.

We've heard evidence earlier
from Fiona Cox, another shopper,

that you and your husband were seen
at Vart Hem before the bomb threat,

engaged in a heated argument.

Your Honour, with respect,

which couple in Vart Hem have never
been seen in heated argument,

I ask you?

- Counsel makes a valid point.
- Conceded, Your Honour.

But in this instance,

you lost your temper because Vart
Hem was too crowded for you,

so you made the bomb threat to
empty the store, didn't you?

In the process, provoking the stampede

that caused your husband's injury.

And then you left him lying in bedrooms

while you continued to shop,

only realising upon your return
how serious the injury was.

Is that where you saw the opportunity
to exploit Vart Hem, Mrs Dingwell?

Or did you plan this all along?

(LAUGHTER AND CHEERING)

An wunderbar victory indeed.

I cannot thank you both enough,
especially you, Josephine.

Well, we're just lucky that as
well as being a gun barrister,

Josephine's such a fan of your store.

Whatever you want from
Vart Hem, it's yours.

Anything, in perpetuity.

- Um, even Liten Ladas?
- Of course.

No, I can't accept
that, Lars, thank you.

But...

- What?
- (PHONE RINGS)

Excuse me.

It's Lars.

That is the first time I've
been tempted to engage

in graft and corruption.

Mm.

Hey.

To my lucky court bra. (LAUGHS)

Helena, are you okay?

Darling boy, I have never been better.

I've been thinking about
this witness statement.

Old man O'Reilly said
that when he first fell,

he thought that his unfriendly
neighbour had pushed him,

one Peter Boseley.

Pete Boseley? That's Cathy
Boseley's father-in-law.

- They live next door.
- Well, so it seems.

Now, apparently, the Boseleys
and Mr O'Reilly have

an ongoing dispute
over the garbage bins.

Mr O'Reilly said that Mr Boseley
has taken to stalking him.

So, if he was stalking Mr
O'Reilly on the day in question,

who knows what he may have seen?

Perhaps you are just the person
for our Pete to confide in.

Yeah. One underrated bloke to another.

Out of my way. I've got
some investigating to do.

And these need photocopying.

You should be careful, Pete.

Stalking's a serious criminal offence.

I didn't want to stalk the stupid
old git, but Cathy's always at me.

She reckons he's been
putting garbage in our bin

and she wanted me to get the evidence.

Oh, what kind of evidence?

Have you been filming
him on your phone?

I'm impressed. That's
the kind of work I do.

Were you filming him when
he got knocked over?

Hey, Pete, you know
what I think went down?

I reckon Cathy just twisted things
a bit when she talked to the cops

about Zareb and his mates
to help her boy out.

I mean, you know what
mothers can be like.

She just wanted Clinton sidelined

when the American
talent scout shows up.

I mean, Jake's obviously good.

But if he could win that
scholarship to the States...

I could understand how much
Cathy would want that.

But is that the type of message you
want to send to your grandson?

That it's okay to win by
sabotaging your opponent?

It shows that Clinton knocked
him over accidentally.

This is just what we needed.

Proof that Zareb is telling the truth.

Anyway, Cathy was pretty
pissed off when she came home,

but she knew she was busted,

so she's agreed to tell the
cops she was lying about Zareb

and his mates bailing people up.

Well done, Johnny.

Yes, excellent work, Jonathan.

No, hopefully this will
resolve the assault charge,

but you're going to have
to present the magistrate

with a damn good
alternative to conviction

on the resist arrest charge.

It's all right, Josephine.

I have a plan for court tomorrow,
for what I will stand up and say.

I am very glad to hear it
because, quite frankly,

I'm running out of pep talks.

Lewis.

Impressed? I managed to work it
out, despite the instructions.

Oh, give me a moment to adjust.

I always assembled this stuff at home

because Cal's too busy
saving the world.

Well, luckily for you,

I'm unencumbered by a
social conscience.

Thank you.

What can I say?

Your Allen key, Ms Newton?

Well, Ms Russo, I will be
working back late tonight.

How about you?

You must be joking.

After you practically put me
over your knee and spanked me?

Now there's an idea.

I can't believe you sided against
me with Josephine Newton.

You know, there's something
not quite right about her.

I just saw her hugging
that woman from the car wash.

That sounds odd.

That's my point, Eric.

Your dry cleaning.
Goodnight, Mr Whitley.

And so, Your Honour, Mrs Boseley
wanted to clear the way for her son

to be awarded the American
basketball scholarship.

Mr Mulumba believed that by
not giving his friend's name,

he was protecting his friend's
chances of being awarded

that same scholarship.

Well, I'm glad you and Sergeant Malouf

have resolved these matters,
but it doesn't address

the issue of your client
resisting arrest.

Your Honour, the defendant
pleads guilty to the offence,

but I would ask that you consider
an alternative to conviction?

Try me.

In my submission, with respect,
Mr Mulumba should be fined,

and that fine donated to the
court's Migrant Assistance Scheme.

Mr Mulumba has provided many
impressive character witnesses

and wishes to become a valuable
contribution to Australia,

and become a leader
in his own community.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Your thoughts, Sergeant?

Ah, the prosecution finds
the defence's solution

entirely sensible, Your Honour.

Mr Mulumba, please stand.

I do find the charge of
resisting arrest proven,

but the suggestions of your
solicitor seem appropriate.

You're fined $600 to be paid into
the court within three months.

- Thank you, Your Honour.
- Thank you, Your Honour.

- Hey, you happy?
- Yeah, very happy.

That's great.

Helena?

Can I, uh... Can I just say,
really well done in there.

Oh, thank you. Seems I surprised you.

Yes. Yes. No.

No, I... I think you handled
the matter extremely well.

For a solicitor on L-plates, you...

you... you have your challenges.

I think you should
stop there, Sergeant.

Yes, yes, I... I should.

Johnny?

Oh, Jackie. Looking good.

I'm sure you didn't apply for
an internship with Ms Newton

just to wash her car.

Oh, it's all good. It's just
while she's in a meeting.

Oh, a meeting? In the car wash office?

Uh, it's about the scented tree thingy

that hangs from the rear vision mirror.

She's just checking she
gets the right fragrance.

Don't try and tell me that
that's just a car wash office.

What the hell is going on?

Let me try to explain...

Frankly, whatever you do in your
private life is your own business,

but I will not have Knox Chambers

tarnished by association.

If there's any kind of
underhand political craziness

or extremism going on...

- You're right.
- In this building.

It's a legal firm,
Chatterjee & Chatterjee.

Helena's a solicitor who
used to work for me,

and now she's representing Zareb
and a whole lot of other people.

And, uh, Johnny?

Reformed car thief. Never charged,
but he's paying off his debt.

Well, thank you for, um...

doing the courtesy of finally
telling me the truth.

Okay.

- Damn, these African boys are hot.
- Mm-hm, they beautiful.

Oh, that's a racist generalisation.

You can't that every
one of them is hot.

Nah, they're hot. Whoo!

Go, team!

- (WHISTLES) Whoo!
- (FLATLY) Yay!

Zareb said that's made
with sheep's hooves.

Mm, and it's exactly
how I like them done.

It's uncanny how much sheep's
hooves taste like chicken.

Zareb told me you paid his fine.

You're quite a nice person, really.

I resent that implication.

www.addic7ed.com

I am definitely persona
non grata with Ms Russo.

Is there anything you'd like
to discuss with me, Jackie?

Oh, I'm sure I haven't got a
clue what you're talking about.

- Hey!
- Get the...!

- Oi!
- You're not getting a dog.

I will put an electric fence across
the front door if I have to.

Glad to hear that.

Maybe if we pretend we
were pashing or something?

If you'd better keep your lips,
you'd better back away right now.

Yeah, fair call.

I told him
you're desperate to do it.

I just want you to know you
weren't my first choice, but...

Whose silly idea was the
touchy-feely option?

Restorative justice was
my idea, Sergeant.

- You'd better not be enjoying this.
- No.

Wouldn't hurt to show some cleavage.

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