All language subtitles for Rake s04e05.eng

So, Melissa Partridge, welcome.

Now, you were there today when
sensational allegations were made

against your dear friend,
about the cocaine.

Where is this coke?

'Cause if you have some, I
could really use a line.

Patience.

Ohh! Oh, are you kidding me?

Well, you said it was
just for a couple of weeks.

You are deliberately
white-anting my birthday

because of this hot-air balloon bullshit.

How dare you think I'd do that?

You're bringing boxes down
and taking them back up again.

It's crazy.

I am proud to announce
to you all here tonight

my candidacy for the Senate.

Jesus Christ, I'm sick of this!

What the fuck is that?

Dan weak-as-shit Killick,
fucking Cubby G awards.

Give me a fuckin' break.

Why'd we have to leave so early, babe?

I really... I wanted to dance tonight.

It's fuckin' rigged.

Not going again next year,
that's for fuckin' sure.

Dan Killick. Not a third
of the fuckin' player I am.

Just... I think you've gotta chill
out. It's really not a big de...

What the fuck?

(Babe!)

(Shut the fuck up!)

Whack him, Kyle!

That's him!

Tear his fucking balls off!

Two toast. One more in transit.

You butter and apply
spread of individual choice.

An apple for each box.

I don't like apples.

Today is the day you will learn.

And a treat for each box.

One, two, three!

What?

I told you I had stuff with other people.

You said you were with me.

I've always had these
issues. It's really hard.

Bullshit!

I said from the start that
I had commitment issues.

Bullshit. You said you
were a one-girl guy.

I am a one-girl guy
with commitment issues.

It's actually really difficult.

How old's this coffee?

About two hours.

We, like, need to work this out

because I am not sacrificing myself for...

Milk!

I think it's off.

Not for someone who's
only interested in sex.

- There, I've said it.
- That's unfair.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Think about it, Finnegan.

When was the last time you called
me before 10 o'clock at night?

When was the last time you
took me out for dinner?

When was the last time you held my hand?

When was the last time you
kissed me on the cheek?

When was the last time you did anything?

OK, guys.

I shall be standing...

.. in this very same position...

.. tonight...

.. when you return.

I shall not move all day.

Confirming that David Potter,

the man once described
as too clean for politics,

is expected to stand down as
Leader of the State Opposition

following police charging him for
the murder of Scarlet Engels.

It was just 12 short weeks ago

where leading Sydney
barrister Scarlet Engels

was laid to rest by her
family and friends.

As from today I am resigning
as Leader of the Opposition.

It has been a great honour
serving this great party.

I believe in my time as leader,
we have achieved a lot as a party.

Well... a bit.

Not much, really.

Not much at all.

Thank you. That's all I have to say.

Yes, we will be strenuously
fighting these charges.

Mr Potter has cooperated
closely with the police,

and is looking forward to having the
opportunity of clearing his name.

Excuse us.

You alright?

How many times have you scoffed
when you've heard a pollie say that?

"I'm looking forward to clearing my name."

Well, I mean it, Malcolm.
We fight this to the end.

Uh, reality check. Excuse
the sound and light show.

Three lovable, impish children.

Smiling young faces

with all of their wonderful
futures ahead of them.

Scarlet, so beautiful

and so dead,

no longer able to hold her
darlings in her motherly embrace.

And then there's you...

.. politician on murder charges.

Murder.

It really is murder, right?

Oh, fuck.

Lovable impish kids, dead beautiful mum,

politician who rogered his mate's wife.

OK, alright, I get it.

But I am innocent.

Fine.

Then you find me a jury
anywhere in the world

that doesn't want to send
a politician to prison

and we'll plead not guilty.

I couldn't have killed her.

Oh, so you remember exactly what
you were thinking at the time,

what torrents of emotion were
coursing through your mind

in the split second
that she approached you?

She didn't approach me.
She was carrying a box.

Oh, what was in the box?

How the fuck am I supposed
to know? It was her box.

So you were in front of her?

I had my back turned to her
when it happened, I'm sure.

You're going to have to
be bloody sure in court.

You're a lawyer.

You know what they'll
do to you on the stand.

Maybe in a couple of
years you write a book

and somewhat rehabilitate your name.

But in the meantime, we have to do a deal.

It's your only option.

Accept involuntary manslaughter
and all this goes away.

Everyone'll think I murdered her.

They already do, mate.

I just think the very fact we keep
having this argument over and over

is what's poisoning our relationship.

I know, I know. I agree with you.

Oh, fuck. Have you two
been doing this all day?

This is private.

Not on the evidence.

Sorry, I just... I think that...

Trouble at Grand Central?

Don't know. Not interested.

All that sparkle, all that
they meant to each other,

dead after two full weeks?

Mm. Who would have seen it coming?

You know, I think if death
means anything to me,

it means that deep down,

I know that I want a different
kind of life before I die.

You know, I want to do something exciting,

or just something... slightly exotic.

Live in a cottage in
Sardinia, or something.

What is it about death

that makes everyone want to
move to a cottage in Italy?

I've always lived with other people.

I've always been at their beck and call.

When people die in Italy,

do you reckon they're all wanting to
pull up stumps and move to Balmain?

My parents, then a shared
student house, and then you,

and then you and Fuzz.

Then two other marriages, and then Fuzz.

- And now you and Fuzz again.
- Me and Fuzz.

Yeah. It's...

Yeah, but it's nice, isn't it?

I mean, come on, with Fuzz here it's...

Oh, well, not with the... you know.

It's like old times.

I don't want old times, Cleave. I don't.

They're too traumatic, you know?

I just... Oh!

I have to have something
to look forward to.

I really want you to
find new accommodation.

- You know, I find it so confusing...
- Yeah, yeah, I'm....

- I'm looking.
- You're not!

Oh, well, I'm... I am
thinking about getting started

on the possibility of looking.

Don't you worry about that.

Do you think about Scarlet much?

All the time. Do you?

Honestly, before today, hardly at all.

I don't know what it is about today.

You know, I... I went to the
funeral, I cried real tears,

I hugged Barney and those poor kids.

And the next morning I woke
up, I cried more real tears.

That was it.

I went to the gym,

ran on the treadmill for an
hour trying to tone my arse.

"The song will have it

"that those that we have loved...

".. got their long fingers

"from death, and wounds,

"or on Sinai's top,

"or from some bloody
whip in their own hands.

"They ran from cradle
to cradle till at last

"their beauty dropped
out of the loneliness

"of body and soul."

I can't bear any more Yeats, Cleave.

- Mr Meagher! - Mr Meagher!
- Mr Meagher! - Mr Meagher!

Do you still regard him as a friend?

I'm not going to say anything that
will prejudice this case either way.

Thank you. Please get out of my way.

Any comments, Mr Meagher?

- Hey.
- Hey.

So how are the kids?

Oh, fine.

So, there's stuff to talk about, I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I thought
we should have a chat

about the slight problem of you
and I having had a baby together

and what you're intending
to do about that.

Yep. Right.

Look, I want to make it
easy on you, Barney...

- Easy isn't that simple.
- No...

I'm not meaning to cut you or him out.

- You know that, right?
- Mm-hm.

But the kids need me right now

and I will make it up to
you and Iain, I promise.

Yeah, I don't want you to do anything

out of some sense of bloody duty, Barney.

I am... No, I'm good, you know?

I am actually fine.

I feel free, I feel happy.

I don't feel the weight of you anymore.

No, I didn't mean that like that.

The weight of me?

Really.

Honestly.

Yeah, you can take that to the bank.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

I slept with Scarlet a
few days before she died.

We were talking about
getting back together.

OK.

Alright, well, then...

.. it's clear we're over.

- We should talk about money, then.
- Yep. Yeah, we should.

Miss?

Miss!

Missy!

Who's that?

Who the fuck is that?

Piss off!

Alright, mate.

Cleaver?

- Phil!
- Sorry, mate.

- Been a while.
- Yeah!

- Not since the old amphetamine bust.
- That's right.

You wanna come in for a cuppa?
There's some Earl Grey in there.

Uh, no, look, I've got
to zip into work, Phil.

I was just seeing if your
neighbour was in there.

- Mate, what a screw-up she is.
- Oh.

She cleared off, mate. She
kept trying to score off me.

- Right.
- But she ain't got no cashola.

Told her to fuck off
politely. She went gonzo.

Do you know where she went, mate?

Nope. Some big guy pulled up in his limo.

- What big guy?
- I don't know!

- Right.
- He was as white as her.

Sure you don't want to
come in for a cuppa?

There's some, uh, chemicals
on the stove I need to watch.

OK, no, look, I'm really
good, thanks, mate.

Thanks anyway, Philly. Mate,
next time. It's great to see you.

Great to catch up... again.

Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry.

I had to leave my son with my mother
and then the traffic was horrendous.

I understand. Only 13 minutes late.

Still within my critical
15-minute window --

my good grace window, if you will
-- before I have to dock pay,

so all fine.

- Thanks.
- But let's not make a habit of it.

No, I will not.

It's just three times
late within two weeks.

I understand.

- Now to more pressing issues.
- Yeah.

The McInerney estate.

In four places, you have used
a semicolon rather than a colon

to precede a listing of items.

Remember our friend the semicolon is used

to cojoin two separate yet connected
ideas within the one sentence.

It should never be used
as a harbinger of a list.

That's a job for... for Mr... Colon.

So, mate, usual drill.

Uh, we plead not guilty but as soon
as the prosecution offers a deal,

we grab it with both hands, you know.

Yeah, well...

Oh, whoa! Whoa!

No, still going on that, mate, thanks.

Yeah, well I'd like to be out
of the slammer by July 8.

Yeah, uh, the justice system
doesn't really work like that, mate.

Can I get you another coffee?

No, no, still good on that, thanks, mate.

A muffin? Toast?

Maybe a glass of tap water.

Oh. To what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm taking my old job back.

Haven't you been working for me?

- Hi, Nicole.
- Hi, Rance. No.

- You remember Rance?
- I do. Hello.

Rance, Nicole.

No, I have not been working for you

because work and payment
are cojoined concepts.

Trying to think of the last time we spoke.

Was it the break and enter or the assault?

Yeah, lost to memory.

I cannot get a decent job
with any other lawyer.

Well, I'll, uh, write you a reference.

Please, a reference from you
is like a flame to rayon.

This is the reason why I
can't get a decent job.

Look, I might...

I'll think about taking you
back under certain conditions.

Unfortunately the pay won't be...

The usual pay and conditions.

And I take it that you
don't have any chambers?

No, well, we don't need chambers.

I mean, I'm not a slave
to bricks and mortar.

I mean, this place, look at this.

This is great in the mornings, isn't it?

Yeah, and we have the
Hollywood in the afternoons.

Hollywood in the afternoons. Singing
it from the same hymn sheet...

Just a water for me, thank you.

You have to order something.

Uh, well, then I will have a
weak soy latte, thank you.

And still waiting on that tap
water there, thanks, Keano.

Any previous convictions, Mr Walsh?

Reggie.

How do you mean, convictions?

How do you think I mean?

Oh, the odd restraining order
here and there, if they count.

They do.

I'm a photojournalist.

Not according to the police report.

Restraining orders go with the territory.

You can't go within 500 metres
of Nicole, two k's of Crowey,

and I'm not allowed in the
same suburb as Hugh Jackman.

You're paparazzi, then.

If you like.

I tell stories with my pictures, yeah.

These are very serious charges.

Break and entry, lewd act, hacking.

I don't hack.

I pay other people to hack for me.

Kids, mainly.

No point in chasing celebs if you
don't know what they're up to.

Learnt that lesson the
hard way with Jackman.

Prick. Too nice.

Wasted years chasing the
bastard. Got nothing.

I'm going to have to
brief someone for you.

Yeah, I thought your mate Greene.

I know you two have issues.

God, he gets a bit feisty,
doesn't he, in his texts?

But since your ex got murdered,

you two have been a bit closer, right?

This, uh, David Potter business.

That's a bloody bolt out
of the blue, isn't it?

Why?

Well, there's nothing in it.

It was an accident.

Who's to say what happened?

You don't think he did it?

Wasn't there. Can we focus on the brief?

Yeah, sure, mate.

Fuck! She looks like a
Botticelli angel in this.

Do we know why he was wanking
off over this one in particular?

Ask him. He's probably
listening in on us right now.

It's a nice photo.

Have you noticed,

there seems to be a lot of
wanking going on these days.

Are you with that?

I mean, it didn't used to be
like that in our day, did it?

You know, when I was 15,

the idea of there being such
a thing as too much porn...

I mean, God, it was hard to find.

Do you remember that?

And when I tracked down
a bit, I used to...

.. I'd feel like Magellan or Captain Cook,

discovering brave new worlds.

So exciting.

I grieve for lost innocence, mate.

When were you ever innocent?

1980, if you must know.

Before... Ruth Fetherby...

.. let me have a little
feel down there, and wow!

And there was a really
dense thicket, like a...

.. like a miniature Airedale

had decamped in her pantaloons.

But, you know, I mean, what used
to pass for porn in our days,

those kind of... I mean, that's all...

You find that in women's
magazines now, don't you?

I guess they're just catching up to
us, in a way, if you think about it.

Barnyard, you're not
with me, are you, mate?

- Barney?
- Mm?

Mate, I'm shithouse at
this stuff, alright,

but if you need to download
at all or if I can help out...

No, you can. Just remember
to come to the mediation.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the...
the thing on Thursday.

Wednesday.

It's the... the balloon fine business.

It's not a fine. It's costs, remember?

- Yeah, costs, costs.
- Jesus!

Mate, it's alright. It's
OK. Just leave it to...

Leave it to Cleaver.

Wow!

Uh, er, OK, I haven't got time for coffee,

so what I'm about to say
will be unedited gabble.

Gabble, gabble, gabble, gabble.

- I'm heading to the
States for a bit. - Mm-hm.

I have no idea how long exactly.

It could be days, could be
weeks, depends on negotiations.

Oh, that's nice. No,
that is great for you.

No, I will be locked in
a room arguing IP issues.

Oh.

And I will spend my
nights in hotel rooms...

.. wishing you were
with me, sharing my bed.

You really still want me,
after how I treated you?

We both stuffed up.

We spent so much time convincing
each other not to have sex,

you know, trying to make
our nuptial night special.

We should have been at it like rabbits.

Yes, we should have.

In a show of what some are
calling political generosity,

New South Wales
Attorney-General Sarah Colbert...

Yeah.

Oh! God, this stuff's got balls!

.. murder trial of David Potter.

- He didn't do it.
- Ah, I'm sure he didn't.

Who's that, love?

David is a good man. He's
not like anyone else I know.

- No.
- He would not hurt anyone.

But, see, that's what makes him
going down all the more delicious.

Man's a milksop.

He's a cream puff.

He's a meringue.

Can you just ask?

Look, it's just really tricky
right now with everything.

- Mum?
- Mmm...

Monique would like to
stay a few more nights.

Yeah, that's fine.

There's an issue she has
about sex without commitment,

so she can't stay in my room.

Well, what do you want
me to do? Build her one?

We're not in a good place right now.

We're going through a
kind of trial separation.

Oh. Mate, in my day, a trial separation

meant you... you'd split up for a month

so you could root all the
people you had lined up,

and then you get back together again
and pretend that nothing happened.

That was how morality worked in our day,

and it was actually a really
good system, wasn't it?

Monique has some parental issues.

She has nowhere else to go, she
got evicted from her last place.

She... she's kind of desperate.

Excuse me, Wendy, I'll sleep on the couch.

No, darling, you're not
sleeping on the couch.

Don't have a room in this
house to call my own.

You're not sleeping in my living room.

No, well said.

And you are sleeping on
a lilo in Fuzz's room.

What? No, I'm... what are you...

Wendy, I am... How can that be fair?

Hell's a-poppin'!

He dumps her,

so she gets my room and he gets
the fucking Palace of Versailles?!

I love our little
mother-daughter life lessons.

Ohh!

Mama, I can live without this advice. OK?

Oh, Mama!

Finn.

Finnegan.

I don't want this any more than you do.

I want to make us work. I mean it, Finn.

Even though I want to
be with you, I just...

.. I just find it really hard to...

Oh, God! Fuck me!

I think what you've said
is, like, really unfair.

Oh, fuck, will you just pick a room?

Because I think you've seen pretty
much all the house has to offer!

Just either have sex or not, OK?

Because that is all he
wants! He's 22 years old.

He's 94% penis!

There's a duty of care
issue in this house.

Please tell me this isn't The
Bridges of Madison County.

It isn't. It's my house, it's
my Tuesday and it's my film.

Fuck off.

Oh!

Please fuck off.

Ohh.

Off I fuck.

Morning, Cleave.

There is a trend back to a little
bit more growth down there now.

A 2.5cm by 1.1cm furrow.

Just a hint.

We call it our Cuban Airstrip.

Yeah, I mean I definitely
want something down there.

I mean, you know, I'm not a child.

Have reached puberty.

A lot of women feel that way these days.

Now, how are we on the bottom?

Oh, oh, absolutely fine, thank you.

You know, it's how the truth is told now.

We dig deep. We unlock secrets.

I am Woodward and Bernstein with a camera.

I am a truth seeker.

Yeah, the truth being what, mate?

Why don't you just tell us why you
broke into Star and Kyle's joint

and tried to impregnate a wall hanging?

Star was...

What?

What was Star? Was she...

She was beautiful that
night. She's not herself now.

She's not real anymore.

Anyway, that photo was mine,

it's my copyright and by
rights I should be suing them.

That photo was taken
the night she met him.

You know, surely a man has the right
to spunk over whatever is his.

Barnyard. Hey!

So you reckon you can find anyone?

Barn! Barney!

Well, if I can't, I know
people who can. Sure.

Who do you want?

Melissa Partridge.

Do you want shots of her nude or clothed?

No. No, mate. It's not like that, mate.

Just... find her.

Ohh!

Sarah and Kendall have announced

their love is true the third time around.

So that's good news, isn't it?

Whoever Sarah and Kendall are.

Oh, my God. Kristin Vanderbilt's
shock cellulite diagnosis.

Fuck! Did you know she was
suffering from cellulite?

Her mum and dad must be beside themselves.

We go in there, we apologise,

we listen, we state our position,

but above all, we are humble and contrite.

Mate, Humble and Contrite
was what I wanted to name

my firstborn children.

- But Wendy...
- I'm bloody serious!

Yes, I've heard you. Alright.

Aunty Barney.

The two of you have behaved like
adolescents out on a rampage.

Taking an air balloon
directly into shared airspace?

Well, technically it took itself up there.

I mean, we didn't exactly
want to be up there.

You know, I... I tripped on a rope

and we suddenly found ourselves
in a Jules Verne novel.

I represent a government who prides
itself in fiscal responsibility,

and no responsible government pays
for bloody absurd balloon flights!

Ooh.

72 hours of aerial and naval
surveillance just to find you.

Yeah, but you didn't find us.

This moron found himself,

you know, on some whale stranding
beach in the North Island,

and I managed to disembark

through a plate glass window
into a luncheon party.

You know, I've been instructed

not to make an example
out of you, Mr Meagher,

because of your recent loss.

But when I see photos of you mixing
it with so-called celebrities,

making hay out of your
absurd balloon rides,

my blood boils.

I wanna fuckin' make mincemeat out of you.

Jesus! Alright, settle down, tiger.

I thought this was
supposed to be a mediation.

Oh, you know all about government
mediation, do you, Mr Greene?

No, never had the pleasure.

Well, it tends to go like this.

Holy shit!

I have lost 3,000 close friends
due to public cutbacks, and you...

You don't have any friends.

No-one as odious as you could
possibly have a single friend.

Who the fuck would like you?

The woman sitting next to you hates you.

I've only known you for
three minutes and I hate you.

I hated you from the
moment we first shook hands.

Fiscal responsibility!

Tell me, what are the
numbers on Afghanistan?

This is the same government that
sanctioned the Cambodia solution.

Resettling four people
at 10 million a head.

Kicking human cans of suffering
down the road and coming after me?

After the millions of dollars
I've paid in taxes over the years?

You are nothing but a bully
in search of soft targets.

Well, you appalling piece of shit,

I am not a soft target.

So go fuck yourself,
'cause no-one else will.

Well, I was prepared to
settle for something today,

but now you can be sure...

.. the cost order is gonna stand.

We should, um...

.. we should really cross-check
dictionaries sometime,

because I'm pretty sure mine's
got a different interpretation

of humble and contrite.

Good, then.

Have you spoken to him recently?

'Cause I'm not sure he's entirely with us.

Yeah, well, who would be under
these circumstances, Cleaver?

Jesus. I mean fuck, Scarlet's
dead, Harry's been charged.

It's a nightmare.

Harry's not gonna do time.

Cleave, Cleave, please tell me
you're not seriously considering

entering a not guilty
plea for Reggie Watts?

I mean, I really... I don't
have time for this bullshit.

Well, I've got my instructions, Jules.

It's actually a case of
great nuance and complexity.

You know Beirworth is sitting on it?

Ah, wonderful. The gift
that keeps on giving.

Look, I'll cut you a deal, OK?

It's 18 months, he does 9.

We've actually got a
very strong case, Jules.

Alright. Your funeral.

You have nothing.

Oh, I've got less than that.

Holy shit.

Oils.

I reckon I was there on that night.

Oh, man, there was this backup band.

The Sartres.

Oh, weren't they things of beauty?

Jesus, that was a long weekend, that one.

Fuck! Johnny Rotten.

What a shot.

So, Cleaver, what... what's the plan?

- The plan?
- Mmm.

Ah. The plan is that we...

Oh, mate, that's beautiful.

We... we... we plead guilty,
nine months suspended.

That's the plan.

Oh, no, I can't have a
conviction recorded.

No, I gotta head to the
States for the season.

The season... There's a season?

Spring.

Big infidelity time.

Ahh.

Is that the Entertainment Centre in '86?

'Cause I was there too.

Do you know Jagger?

Yeah, Cleaver, I don't really
give a shit about famous people.

I only know their market value.

Mm.

Yeah, I... I... Yeah.

Um, I can't see your picture
of Star Mannix anywhere, mate.

Well, that's the hook.

The woman I fell for was a young goddess.

Untouched. Timeless.

I have never taken a
better photo than that.

It was an accident of light.

The skin tones, the
intensity of those eyes.

The two of us created that moment.

Right.

And then she married that
troll and dyed her hair.

This was her two weeks ago.

Hey, Danny, wanna meet for a blow job?

I can do youse in the carpark.

I shaved it for you in
the shape you wanted, too.

I'll send you a photo. Stand by.

Well, to be fair, Mona Lisa's smile
was probably just hiding bad teeth.

She doesn't deserve to be immortalised.

Oh, bloody hell, Mum!

Ohh...

Mmm.

"Love Rat Ben. The affair we
were never meant to know about."

"Soap star in sex tryst in
full view of shocked family."

So much fucking shock going on.

Honestly, there's 7 billion
people in the world.

There's a lot of sex going on.

Why is everybody so shocked
that other people are having it?

- And why do you lot...
- What, all women?

Yes, all women. Feel free to
pass judgement on other women.

Guys just aren't that fussy.

Well, I seem to remember
you getting pretty panicky

about Jonah what's-his-name
putting on three kilos...

- Simmons?
- Yeah, before the football.

Hello! That's sport. That's serious.

Maybe because women are, you
know, going out of their minds

married to dull, tedious, soporific bores.

Oh, this is brain melt.

My brain is melting just
looking at the fuckin' stuff.

Well, Cleave, you're
the one defending him.

I mean, what's-his-name is your client.

How're you going to
defend this brain melt?

Ohh.

Ohhh...

Shock.

Intrigue.

And still more shock.

Ladies and... gentleMAN of the jury,

today's trial will produce
startling revelations

that will disturb and, yes, appal you.

Governments seek to
withhold the truth from us.

They want to hide information that
you and I have a right to hear.

They will go to great lengths
to suppress the truth.

Julian Assange, Edward Snowden,

the brave whistleblowers of our age,

they keep us honest.

My client, Reggie Watts, is one of them.

He is a truth seeker,

bringing you the stories
that you need to know...

It's not going to be another one
of those days, is it, Mr Greene?

Oh, what days are those, Your Honour?

Just stick to the facts.

Oh, I intend to, Your Honour.

Scandalous though those facts may be.

So I come into the bedroom
and I find this bloke

with his trousers down his knees

tugging at his penis,

looking into Star's picture.

Can you point the man out?

That creep there.

Let it be recorded for the record

that the witness has
identified the accused.

Now, at any time,

were you aware that your emails
or phone was being hacked?

Absolutely not.

Thank you.

Mr Greene.

Uh, Your Honour, I refer to Exhibit C,

currently distributed amongst the jury.

Mrs Mannix, in Exhibit C, you
will find an article about you.

A well known and beautiful face.

"The Good and Faithful Wife."

Thank you.

You're welcome.

These exclusive wedding
photos, Mrs Mannix,

how much were you and
hubby paid for these?

50 grand.

I see.

So, 50,000 for the rights

to what, for most of us, is an
intimate, private celebration

for family and friends,

and yet for you was a
sort of celebrity circus?

It helped pay for the wedding.

I see. So...

So being the second-best
player in the league

behind Daniel Killick

doesn't pay Kyle enough?

Can you tell me,

what were you paid for "Star Mannix
-- My Heartbreak Years of IVF"?

Er, 30... 30 grand, maybe?

Or perhaps 30 pieces of
silver in the old currency.

And what about this
shock near-nude photo...

I'm wearing a bikini in that.

- Er, Your Honour...
- Move it on, Mr Greene.

So, Mrs Mannix, you were happy to use

my client's great gifts as a photographer

to propel your celebrity status

but only when it suited you?

I don't want my privacy invaded.

Oh, but you do. You do, Mrs Mannix.

Your wedding, the IVF,

shock near-nude photos...

I'm at the beach there.

And yet, when my client, the
artist, the truth seeker,

this man who now stands
reviled and accused,

this man who created you from nothing...

Last warning.

.. stumbles onto a truth
that is so scandalous,

so terrible that he had
to confirm it for himself

before committing it to print,

suddenly you want to throw him in prison!

- What's he talkin' about?
- Your Honour!

This court will not be interrupted.

Mr Greene!

Are you or are you not currently engaged

in an unholy tryst with
love rat Daniel Killick...

What the fuck?

.. winner of this year's Cubby G Award?

What? That is a lie.

Is it? Can you tell me if these
words sound familiar to you?

Your siren song.

"Wanna meet for a blow job? I
can do youse in the carpark."

What?

"I shaved it for youse in
the shape you wanted, too."

"I'll send you a photo." No, Star!

That was a private phone call.

Tell me this is bullshit!

Well, what else could I do?

You were off with the little
bitch from the supermarket!

- Fuckin' slag!
- Sit down! Sit down, all of you.

Mr Greene, as always, you
have overstepped the mark.

If you have nothing concrete to contribute

I'd suggest the defence rests.

Your Honour, with the greatest respect...

No respect, Mr Greene!

You treat it like a carnival sideshow.

Ms Crown, your closing remarks, please.

Um, well, they're the same as
my opening remarks, Your Honour.

The Crown is calling for
a custodial sentence.

Nicely brief, thank you.

Mr Greene?

I dare to ask.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Is freedom indivisible?

Is it an inalienable right?

That is what is on trial today.

Now, we have here a celebrity
couple who courted fame,

who treated their life as a
sort of giant bidding war.

Now, I don't blame Star
Mannix for one moment

for her secret love tryst
with Daniel Killick.

That's her business.

But nor in turn can she blame
my client, Reggie Watts,

a seeker of truth.

Tragically, ladies and gentleman,

this is how we treat
our truth seekers today.

We haul them off in handcuffs
and sentence them to silence.

As a society, we don't know
how to value the truth.

We can't handle the truth.

Julian Assange ends up locked
in an Ecuadorian embassy,

Edward Snowden in some
frozen Russian wasteland.

Reggie Watts,

pathetically ejaculating over
portraits on bedroom walls.

Our hypocrisy seeks both
to punish the truth seeker

and to demand his wares.

Now, no-one who has ever bought
or read one of these magazines

is innocent in this.

My client is simply a frontline trooper

doing all of our dirty work for us

and I'm betting that all
of you would like to know

what the next instalment is in
this couple's squalid imbroglio,

wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you? Thank you, Your Honour.

Found Melissa Partridge for you.

Where is she?

They're ready for you.

That was quick. Not a good sign, is it?

No, frankly, mate.

Possibly not.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honour.

And how did you find the
accused on all three charges?

We the jury find Reginald Watts
not guilty on all charges.

Pardon?

Not guilty, Your Honour.

What?

Seriously?

Yes, Your Honour.

How could you possibly...

Fine. Jury dismissed.

It's a great day for freedom, Jules.

Get the fuck off!

Not getting any snaps of this, mate?

No, not today. I only do exclusives.

Ah.

I love your work, Cleaver.

Ooh. Did you order room service?

Maybe I did.

I could have. Maybe. Maybe, yes.

Cal McGregor, you in there?

Hey! You get out of
here or I will kill you!

Come on, Reggie, in you come.

Off you go, mate. Knock yourself out.

Ooh, look at the shock.
That's great! Shock!

I need more contrast.

Here, let me get this. Holy shit!

Oh, that's better. Oh, yeah, that...

Get that fucking camera out of here!

- That's better.
- I'm calling the police.

Yeah, good idea. It'll add to the
whole sort of drama of the occasion.

Especially with the coke there.
Reggie, did you get that coke?

With the underpants in the background?

Hey, I'm thinking sort
of maybe on a long lens,

something a bit grainy.

She is here of her own free will.

No, mate, she's off her fucking gourd
and you're taking advantage of her.

Miss.

Do you remember when I
tried to eat my own vomit

because I thought it was goulash?

- Ooh!
- And you stopped me?

That was my rock bottom.

Do you want to see your rock bottom?

There it is, there.

That's your rock bottom.

Now listen to me, fucknut.

You let her collect her
stuff and we walk out of here

and you have Reggie's
word as a truth seeker

that these photos will
never see the light of day.

You are a dead man walking, Cleaver.

Off we pop.

Dead man walking!

Melissa! Melissa!

Hey.

Oh, no. No, no, Cleave.

Oh, she needs help.

No, take her to a clinic.

Well, she can't afford a
clinic. She's got no money.

Well, that's not my fucking problem.

She's a prostitute that
you had an affair with.

No offence, darling.

Oh, come on, look, this is your territory.

It's all psychological, you know,

and she just needs time off the gear.

Yes! And you, more than
anyone, know how hard that is!

I'll find somewhere. I'll be fine.

Miss!

- Missy! Oh, God.
- Oh, watch it, Miss.

- I hate you right now, Cleave.
- Mmm.

Genuine, deep-rooted hate.

Yeah. Can't say I blame you.

She can share my room.

- Why your room?
- It has a lock.

And security bars.

Ahh.

Ah...

I need you to say yes, David,
and then we can proceed.

We plead guilty to
involuntary manslaughter

and you and I are at
Fortham's, opening the champers.

You seriously think I
have anything to celebrate?

Well, it's that or
prison, mate. Your call.

OK.

OK what?

Just OK.

Come on, let's get you into bed.

- Come on, good girl.
- Don't even worry about me.

You know who you should
be helping? It's David.

He hasn't done anything wrong.
He's not like all of you others.

Well, I guess he's a
little bit like you, Cleave,

except he's not as fucked in the head.

Ohh.

Be an achievement if he was.

- Doc!
- Hmm?

One week.

- I'm sorry, baby, it's over.
- No, no, no, I don't accept that.

No. No, no, I love you
but it's really over.

- No, no, no, please, I love you.
- No, no.

No, no, no, no, it's o... it is over.

Dead poultry, yeah?

Fuck!

Why are you doing this to
yourself, night after night?

What are you looking for?

Do you really think you're going to
lead a brave new adventurous life?

You won't. Fabulous celebrities
don't lead big lives.

They just lead dull, daily
shit, day-after-day lives.

Oh, well, fuck, thanks.
That really cheers me up.

Darlin'... Darlin'...

There are more people our age
than there are atoms in a cow,

and we're all getting older and
we all want to change our lives.

Soon there'll be nothing left

but films about old people
getting a new lease on life,

or resparking a marriage
they thought was dead

and buying an English
language bookshop in Sardinia

and drinking bottles of chianti

and watching perfect sunsets
with their old friends,

including one curmudgeonly
bloke who's really just lonely

and one uneducated local who
keeps promising to fix everything

and he never does and
everybody loves him anyway,

and it's all just bullshit!

How do you know it's bullshit?

It's bullsh... It's got
to... It's bullsh...

I don't know. Maybe it's true.

Oh, fuck, go to bed, Cleave.

Oh, God, I can't, I can't.

There are children in
there fornicating, or not.

Well, if they are, it will
be over very, very soon, so...

I have a woman in my bed, hallucinating.

Would you ever open a
bookshop in Sardinia?

With you? In a heartbeat.

Goodnight.

Missy's right, you know?

About what?

What the hell are you doing here, Cleaver?

Is Malcolm trying to get you to plead
guilty for involuntary manslaughter?

Come on, open your little thing.
Let me in, for fuck's sake.

Fuck!

The last thing on earth I need
right now is you here gloating.

Mate, you're a politician, yeah?

This is as much political
as it is criminal.

You do a deal, I bet you a beer
you still end up doing time.

Nothing's going to make
the government as happy

as piccies of you being led off in cuffs.

Think about it.

What?

You think you should defend me?

Well, I've told you my opinion.
My conscience is clear.

It was a terrible, dumb,
stupid, awful fucking accident!

I took a half step back
and it took a human life.

And I am in hell.

I loved her so much.

Yeah, I know.

She did not!

Open the door!

Just piss off, alright?
Or I'll call the cops.

Are you tracking me as well?

He is a walking sack of
bile and pus. Is he not?

Are you that perverse that
you would take my money

then sell me down the
river, you piece of shit?

Wake up! Fuzz, I need to know
where your mother is now.

Is this about Jack?

Who's been having that conversation

because I certainly wasn't part of it.

- You kissed me.
- Crap! And you kissed me.

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