All language subtitles for The Blue Rose s01e04 This Charming Man.eng

Oh, freakin' hell. We need to
call an ambulance. The cops.

What are you doing? I'm the temp.

What temp?

For Rose.

She drowned, actually, and
we're all very upset about it.

The hell are you doing here?

Back off, Linda.

Grant.
Rose's will... I guess you have it?

- This will?
- You need to get rid of it.

You think it wasn't an accident?

- I don't believe it.
- Who would do something like that?

I thought the position was
to do nothing and say nothing.

But I don't need some dead
woman causing me grief.

How did you know Rose?

Through work.

Rose knew about it.
She had the stuff on file.

I know this is awful.
You only did what was right.

I was made redundant shortly after.

We're all in this together.

Ow! Oh my God!

You wanna be careful.

What did you see? You need to tell
us so we can go to the cops.

No cops. No way.

Oi!

What if Rose's death was personal?

Rose was having an
affair with Simon.

What do you think this is?
Another accident?

Someone at Mosely's knows
what you were doing.

This is the person that
you were meant to meet.

- I'm looking forward to it.
- I can't make it any more.

This is not over.

- Sonya?
- You can call me Elizabeth Clyde.

Sonya Whitwell has gone away.

You took a million
dollars from Mosely's?

985,000 give or take.

I thought it could be handy
for us to have some capital.

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Where have you been?

Eating my lunch.

Peterson is on his way any minute.

What's going on?

There's been a breach...
a very serious breach.

She is in her element when
shit is hitting the fan.

What shit? What fan?

I'll get Andrew to join
you. Tell me how it goes.

Can you set up the conference room?
And make sure he's got his coffee

Oh, shit.

Oh, thank you. He's not in a
good mood today... not at all.

I pay you pricks a fortune to take
care of my affairs; be ahead of the game.

We have only just heard about this.

You think that constitutes
an answer?

What is this, ground-up shit?

I'll get another one.

I don't pay you this much for
bad coffee; to get ripped off; rogered sideways; totally shafted!

This has to be
someone who's on the inside.

This deal is a matter
of public record.

It's the oil deal.

Did I ask you to speak?!

I want you to find the mole, take
them out and take out Adam Revill...

grind him into sorry mincemeat, and
jump on his gonads while you're at it.

I thought it was gonna be about
the money. I was so sure of it.

But it wasn't.

No. Adam Revill, the journalist, he's been
blogging about Peterson and fracking.

Oh, thank Christ.

Oh, for goodness sake. Get over
yourselves. It'll be fine.

Easy for you to say.

They're not going to come after the
money. They don't know it's missing.

Good you're so confident, Sonya.

Elizabeth.

The money is currently, on their
books, invested offshore.

Nearly a million dollars!

They don't look at anything
under a million.

You really think no one will notice?

You do realise
how big that fund is?

No.

Well, what I took is a drop
in a very large bucket.

And, if there's no other business,
I have unpacking to do.

Nice place.

Yeah. Thanks.

Actually, there is other business.

I have a friend who needs our help.

And how does your friend know
that we can offer him help?

They don't, and he's a she.

What?

Nothing.

Don't stereotype me!

As what?

Someone who can't get a girlfriend.

We're not doing that, Ganesh.

I have no feelings at all for Pip,

apart from that it rips me apart
that someone as awesome as her is getting reamed by a scumbag.

She needs help.

OK. Can I just say I really think
we should be lying low right now?

I'm with my cautious friend here.

I didn't do what I did to lie low.

What, your bonkers rush
of blood to the head?

Not bonkers.

And if Ganesh's friend needs our help,
that's what Rose would have wanted.

OK, OK. Enough of the
emotional blackmail.

I'm just hanging in there
at work... if that's OK.

Understandable.

But, yes, we have an agreement.

Aaah!

Ooh!

You know you just got the snot
kicked out of you by a girl?

I'm new at kendo.

I don't think that's
your only problem.

If we're gonna run around

chasing murderers, I figured
I should learn self-defence.

So if someone attacks you, you'll say
'hold on' and go get your stick and helmet?

Do you want to meet Pip or not?

Oh. Hey, Pip.

Sorry if I was a bit rough on you.

Oh, that's OK.

Serves you right for kicking my
arse at StarCraft last night.

Unh!

You know how I said I might
have some friends who could help you with your problem?

This is Linda, and this is...

Elizabeth.

- Hey.
- Hello.

Last person who offered me
help stole everything I had.

If you've got nothing left, then
it can't hurt to talk to us.

App development is a bitch.
Know what I mean?

Not really.

Games for your phone.
Pip creates them.

The thing is, when you find one
that really works... one you know people are gonna go nuts for -

sometimes this leads to a loss of judgment,
which is where a bastard like Justin Lockhart comes in.

And he is...?

The arsehole who promised to
get Sheep Shagger out there, and then he did sweet FA,

and now he says he owns it and
has the contract to prove it.

I'm sorry, 'Sheep Shagger'?

Only the best touch-screen
game since Angry Birds.

I thought you said this guy had
stolen everything you own.

I design apps.

That's everything I own.

A game about shagging sheep?

It's genius. I can get you a copy.

The Finnish dudes who launched Angry Birds,
their company is worth, like, $1.2 billion.

Happy Birds.

This arsehole stole my future.

You say there's a contract?
Can we have a look at it?

Why?

How else are we gonna help?

I'm not paying you any money.

Trust me, that is the last
thing that we're after.

Then why help?

Cos we're good like that.

Oh, you're here... about time.

I thought I was early.

You weren't one of the lucky
ones who got the 5am call.

What's going on?

We're still hunting the traitor
and gunning for Revill.

Fortunately I do some of my
finest work on limited seep.

Have you finished that yet?

Proofing it now.

When you're ready!

What's Revill done now?

Another blog about how
Peterson's screwing the iwi.

Jane, I need 20 or
so copies of this.

And what the client
wants, the client gets.

We need to go across town.

Jane's not up to speed.
I can go, if you like.

Thanks, Krystle I'm sure I can
fill Jane in in the car.

Lovely.

Fill you in. That sounds saucy.

Peterson's one of those who
do their best work under cover of darkness. Bloody 4:30 when he woke me up.

Oh, nice!

Show of force he wants;

show of force we'll give him.

So, who was the leak?

Not us...

is it?

I wouldn't have thought so.

I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the
confidentiality clause in your contracts.

But, in the light of recent
events, Mr Peterson feels it's worth reminding you that,

should anyone here be proven to
have discussed company business with anyone outside these walls,

not only will your employment be
terminated; you will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law

for any damages the company has
suffered. Are we all clear on this?

Plus I will personally rip your nuts off.
If you don't possess nuts, I'll sew some on so I can rip them off.

Mr Peterson has had us prepare
a document for you to sign,

assuring that you had nothing to
do with the leak to Adam Revill or any other journalist. Jane.

Failure to sign will be regarded as instant
grounds for termination of employment.

Ranting and getting them to
sign some pointless document that'd be laughed out of court

is not gonna stop the leaks.

Might fire a couple of them,
just to send a message.

Don't. It would make me feel better.

It would make me feel worse...

especially when we end up before
the employment authority.

Well, did they all sign?

Or didn't they?

Come on, girl!

This person did sign,

but they also wrote,
'Stick it up your arse'.

Nah, I like him. He can stay.

I hope you'll give your mob
a better rark-up than you gave them.

- The leaks did not come
from Mosely and Loveridge. - You know that?

I trust my people.

Jesus. That's a turn-up... a lawyer
trusting anyone. You can pay for lunch.

Bit busy for lunch, Derek.

No, you are busy pleasing your
biggest client by buying him lunch.

Amy, get your Les Mills-toned
arse in here.

Yes?

We're going to lunch. Call 'em
and tell 'em we're on our way.

Table for two?

Nah, four. You and Jenny here
can come so I don't have to look at his ugly face all the time.

It's Jane.

As you wish.

You like oysters?

Not so much.

You will once you've
got a couple in you.

I have to get back to work.

I thought she was your contact.

Where have you been?

We aren't all office drones, Ganesh.

Did you bring a copy
of the contract?

I still have no idea why
you'd help for nothing.

It's what we do.

Why?

Do you want our help or not?
There are plenty of others who might show a little gratitude.

We're like this secret society,
helping little people in their fight against injustice.

Ganesh, the definition of 'secret'?

Awesome.

If fighting injustice means
obliterating this prick, then go for it.

When are people gonna let it go?

It would help if you kept a low
profile, as we've discussed at length.

I'm the poster boy for everything
wrong, but how is it my fault that the global economy went tits up?

You did lose a lot of
people a lot of money.

I lost money too.

Oh, no, don't stop now, Jane.
Say what you want. We're all equals here.

OK. People trusted you,

and they lost everything.

There's that word again - 'trust'. But
let me correct you. They did not trust me.

They invested in Lancaster.

They had money they wanted
more; they lost. You can't cry foul at the end of a horse race

because your horse didn't win, and
you have to be in to win... or lose.

Don't bite your tongue. Your boss
isn't gonna fire you for speaking your mind... are you, Simon?

Maybe she just wants to enjoy her
lunch without you picking a fight.

It's not a fight.

I am teaching this child
the way of the world.

You led people to believe
that their money was safe.

Now you're taking issue with the
advertising industry... those lotions and potions Amy buys

because the ads say they'll make
her more beautiful; more desirable.

If people want safe, they can
leave it in the bank, earning diddly-squat.

Revill.

Derek. Still haven't got back to
me about that interview request.

Amy is useless at passing on
stuff like that... must fire her one of these days.

You read my piece today?

Someone told me you'd had
another go. Maybe I'll read it later, when I'm taking a shit.

You're all class, Derek! Mosely and
Loveridge must be very proud of their star client, Simon?

All our clients are important.

Hi. Adam Revill.

Hello.

This is Jane. She works for Mi and L.

Jane. Good to meet you.

Seriously, Derek, I would love to
interview you... for my book. I'm writing a book all about you...

getting your secrets
out in the open.

Crikey. Do they know that

you're incapable of writing
more than 800 words at a time?

Well, like I say,

if you want to tell your side
of things, I am all ears.

And, of course...

Amy, go find a way to find to send
a bottle of the most expensive champagne.

Are you sure that's a wise idea?

If I want your pathetic opinion,
I'll ask for it. Just do it.

Sure.

She does have a point, Derek.
Winding them up won't help.

I'm not afraid of some
jumped-up civil servants.

They're lawyers from
the Serious Fraud Office.

What are they doing eating here?

If I was a taxpayer,
I'd be outraged.

Excuse me.

She's as tasty as the last one.
You bent her over the desk yet?

And you wonder why
people don't like you.

I put it down to jealousy.

We need more wine.

You OK?

I'm fine.

I suppose you think I should
tell him where to get off.

Well... yes.

Easy for you to say... working
for Mr Perfect Gentleman.

I've worked for other people.

Were any of them like
Derek Peterson?

No.

But you cannot let him treat
you like this. It's rude and disrespecful.

I know.

You have to stand up for yourself.
You can't let him take you for granted.

And if there's anything I can do...

There's not, but thanks.

This is it?

Home, sweet home.

Thanks.

You're welcome, and I am sorry.

For what?

Forcing you to spend the afternoon
with the most odious man on the planet.

There was free food and wine.

As long as you can see an upside.

Always.

Go home and face the music.

Whenever I arrive home in a taxi,
Felicity always suspects I've been drinking... usually because I have.

You could get out around the corner
and pretend you walked home.

That would be even more suspicious.

See you tomorrow

Goodnight, Simon.

Goodnight, Jane.

She's here.

Oh, at last!

How long have they been here?

Long enough to drink the last
of my beer. I tried calling you.

Shoot. I turned my phone off.

I rang your work, and someone called
Krystle said you were out for lunch.

I bet she did.

So you won't be wanting
dinner, then.

How was lunch with the boss?

And Peterson.

How did you...?

I hear and see everything.

Krystle?

Yeah, OK.

Forget her. Anything useful?

You mean did either of them
confess to murder? No.

But Peterson has bad table manners.
And I feel sorry for Amy.

Who is Amy?

His PA.

Why are you all here?

Read this.

Is this Philippa person
Ganesh's friend?

She is my friend.

And... 'Sheep Shagger'?

Only the most addictive game ever.

How does it work?

The sheep are hiding behind things
like rocks and trees, and they're really hard to land on.

And not all the sheep are sheep...
they are rams. And, trust me, you do not want to land on a ram.

Argh!

Right.

Ganesh, you need to marry this
twisted genius of a woman.

I don't want to marry her.

I'm right in thinking Pip still owns
the game not this Lockhart person?

The underlying rights reverted to her
when the development agreement lapsed.

So he has no claim over the idea?

Oh, no, he has a huge claim if she
develops anything with key elements,

ie sheep or shagging, then he
can claim 50% of the profits,

plus full reimbursement of
any development expenses.

Your friend was an idiot
for signing this contract.

But it's not fair.

But she signed it, so
this guy has her screwed.

Wanker.

Can you all go home now? I'm really tired.

That'd be the long lunch.

I... don't think your
boyfriend warmed to us.

Maybe he sees you as a threat!

All these jokes at my expense.

Oh, go get your stick and whack her.

Peterson's PA... is she
gonna be useful?

It had crossed my mind.

I'm sorry I missed your calls.

It's all right.

Well, it's not... otherwise
you wouldn't be sulking.

I'm not sulking.

I think you are.

I was worried about you.

I was at work.

At lunch...

with your boss.

Well...

I'm here now, aren't I?

Safe and sound.

Nice lunch yesterday?

The food was excellent,
thank you, Krystle

Mm. Nice for some.

Simon Frost's office Jane speaking.

Hi, Jane it's Amy. It wasn't until
I got home last night I realised how much wine we drank.

Oh. Yes.

Derek is stomping around like
a bear with a sore head.

Aw. I'm sorry to hear that.

Hmph. It's OK. Hey, um,

thanks for yesterday. Honestly,
I'm not a doormat all of the time.

Do you wanna meet up some
time, grab some lunch?

Hey. Elizabeth? Just call me.
Justin. Please, have a seat.

How can I help?

It's... it's about
Philippa Braithwaite.

What about her?

The contract you had with
her. She feels it's unfair.

She's made that clear, don't you
worry... in quite colourful language.

Well, what I'm looking to do
here is to renegotiate the contract to something fairer.

Are you a lawyer?

No, but I represent
Pip in this matter.

As what?

Someone who expects you
to do the right thing.

Hmm.

Do you have any idea what I even do?

You're a venture capitalist in
the information technology area.

I ventured her capital,
and it came to nothing.

And now you're holding
her idea to ransom.

It's a stupid game.
There's no market for it.

Well,

give it back to her.

Hmm?

For a fair price.

She signed a contract,
so... too bad.

And that's your final
word on the matter?

Of course.

Well, thank you for your time.

I can't believe you
bailed on London.

Hmm. London's not all it's
cracked up to be, and I had to come back... for my parents.

Are they not well?

They were going through a bad
patch. But they're fine now.

My mum's alive and well; driving me crazy...
wanting to know when I'll get married.

And?

I'm one of those tragic people
whose work is her life.

You are dedicated.

Go on.. say it.

Say what?

'How could you work for a prick like
Peterson?' It's what my friends say.

Well, he is a prick to you.

That's just his way. He has to
keep his public persona going,

and sometimes I'm the one that ends up
wearing it. Most of the time I don't mind.

But he's making you cry.

In public it can hurt. But he apologised
back at the office. And that's the side people don't see...

how hard he works; how
much he's sacrificed.

To them he's just this monster.

If they knew the man
that I know...

He's so much more than that.

Yeah, OK. She loves her boss. Big deal!
But what kind of boss slut is she?

Um...

There's the dopey spaniel kind,
in it to feel special; and then there's the skanky,

banging-it-after-hours kind.

I don't know.

Thought you said you
were on to this.

Oh, shit.

I have to go now.

Jane.

- Yes?
- Adam Revill.

We met... briefly... yesterday.

Oh.

And I think we've spoken
before... you called me.

I don't think so.

Well, you didn't give a name,
but I called you back.

There was a greeting from a Jane...
asked me to leave a message, so I did. I left a few, actually.

Look, if there's anything you want
to tell me about Derek Peterson, it...

I have nothing to say.

Fine.

You seem like a... nice person...

which Peterson isn't, by the way,
but I suspect you know that.

I really have to...

Look, you can't think that it's OK
that Peterson gets away with bullying, corruption...

...raping the east coast, fleecing...

Sorry.

You hung up on me I'm coming in.

I have to get back to work.

Car park... corner of Oberfeld.

Yes, I hung up, but you do
that to me all the time.

Arse!

So, what was going on?

You know that journalist
I almost went to?

Uh-huh.

He knows who I am and where I work

How did that happen?

Because NZ is actually the
smallest village on the planet.

What does he want?

To know why I wanted to talk
to him in the first place.

And what did you tell him?

Nothing.

Good. Don't.

Having a journalist on our
side might be a good thing.

Journalists are never
on anyone's side.

Do you actually know
anything about journalism?

You can't say anything. Sonya
will dismember you, for starters.

So what do I do if he calls me?

Harden up is what you do.

Now, how are we going
with Peterson's PA?

Not much advance.

Well, keep on it, and get
out. I need to go to work.

Right.

Well, thank you, Linda,
so very very much!

There was this smug... smirkiness
about him it was infuriating.

I want to crush him.

I don't like it when
you speak like this.

Why not?

It leads to you doing rash things,
like stealing a lot of money.

Oh, no, it's when I go
quiet I do that.

It still scares me.

I want you to hack into
Lockhart's computer.

You don't understand. Just
because I work with computers

does not mean I can hack into any
computer system anywhere to steal the launch codes or whatever.

I am not a hacker. I don't hack.

Are you finished?

Yes.

Well, Justin works with computers,
and so do you and Pip.

So I thought there might be
something you and Pip could do together computer-wise to get at him.

I suppose we could put
our heads together.

Good.

I'd better get busy.

You're loving this.

It is rather fun... quite social.

I'll never mention hacking again.

God, Mel. I thought you
were gonna break up with him.

Yeah, we should get together
so I can get the whole story.

But if you've got a minute right now,
there's something I need to ask you.

The name's Lockhart... first name
Justin. I don't want to put you under any pressure, Lucy,

but it's so great that you
understand my niece's position.

Yeah, of course I would love
a copy of anything you can find.

Kat, you're amazing.

God, tell me it's wine o'clock.

Go if you have to.

I am now appointing you
my new boss. Drink?

Simon Frost's office.

Hi. It's Adam again. Look, I don't
want to stalk you, but...

Hold on.

I have to take this.

Yeah. You kill me again.

Um, sorry, Simon's in
a meeting, I'm afraid.

Simon Frost is never
gonna talk to me.

I'm sorry...

Hey, I understand why people
are scared of Peterson,

given his past, but do you
believe everything should be shut down because of power?

I do understand.

- Well, I hoped you might.
- What's going on?

No, thanks. No, thanks. Thanks
for your call, but we're fine.

Survey.

I thought it could be Revill.

He called for you earlier.

It is not me, OK? I am not the leak.

He probably wouldn't be leaving
you messages if you were.

He doesn't seem
like a bad person.

He's still the enemy.

But shouldn't someone be out
there asking the questions?

Our job is to protect our
client, no matter what.

Right, wrong... it's all relative.

There's got to be a line somewhere,
though, doesn't there?

Enough of this.

Get out of here... before I find
something for you to do.

Hi. Is there a meeting or something?

I'm here for other reasons...
emotional counselling and alcohol.

Are you OK?

Teensy bit not.

Work over, Jane. Leave Amy
alone. Come on. Let's go.

Um, we're just going for a drink.
Would you like to come? You don't mind if Jane joins us?

Always happy to have Jane along.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Do you think this is one
child-porn reference too many?

When Sonya... Elizabeth suggested
you do something to get back at Lockhart,

I don't think defacing his Facebook
page is what she had in mind.

But he deserves it.

- Yes.
- And it's fun.

Yes.

But... will it get
you what you want?

You got a better suggestion?

I do, actually.

And that is...?

The truth.

What do you mean?

Well, this guy, he, like, preys on people
like you, people with awesome ideas,

cos he's got none of his own.
So if all the ideas people avoid him, he will starve.

At least that's my theory.

I love your theory.

I thought about what
you said... a whole lot.

What she said?

About not being taken for
granted. And I did it.

You quit?

No, but...

You were right.

Aw, babe.

I gave him the ultimatum, and
he was gonna tell her. But then he said he can't do it right now,

because of the timing.

Because of Revill?

And the cat is sick.

The cat?

It might have to be put down.
His wife's all upset about that.

Ugh. The lying, stalling prick.

Hang in there, hon. You
will get him in the end.

I'm sorry, but it doesn't sound like
he's ever going to leave his wife.

How is that meant to help?

I know I know I'm stupid,
but... I really love him.

She's done too much
time to give up now.

Amy is a smart woman. Why does she
need Peterson to leave his wife?

Because he's rich and she
can't marry him otherwise.

And she can't make her own way?

As a PA? God! What kind of
fairy-tale world do you live in?

Amy is clever. She could do more.

Or she could marry the guy shes
hooked, who's a multimillionaire.

I'm sorry, but

didn't husband-hunting de
out as a sport in the 1950s?

This isn't a sport.
It's a life plan.

Hang in there, babe. She's a bitch.
She's old. He will come to his senses.

But he won't be nearly
as rich, because a lot of his assets are in her name.

- Really?
- It's true.

If you really think he loves you enough to walk away
from his houses and flash cars, then good on you.

But you are bigger than that.

Excuse me. I need to go.

Shit.

You just had to go
there, didn't you?

It's OK. Don't worry.

Sorry. I didn't mean to be a bitch.

You're not. You're
telling the truth.

But you are way too bright and
far too nice to be Peterson's mistress or his trophy wife.

Bright, am I?

He doesn't even realise how much
I know, what I'm capable of.

What do you mean?

Who knows everything about every
detail of his business; his deals?

You talked to Revill?

No. Not me. No way.

Nah, it'll be some pen pusher
at the Ministry of Energy or bloody DOC.

I told Derek to get his PR
on to it. They're useless.

But you're not.

No.

The things I've helped Derek bury;
the trusts I've kept secret.

Like what?

And all the time I get
older; he gets richer.

And you're right... he's
never gonna leave her.

You can move on. Get a new job.

It's OK.

I know exactly how
to deal with Derek.

What are you gonna do?

Let him know exactly
what I'm capable of.

You probably want to
be a bit careful here.

It's OK. I'm fine.

But thanks for the advice.

Night, Jane.

Night.

She obviously knows shit,
but will she talk?

I'm more worried about what
she's gonna do to Peterson.

Why would you worry about that?

Because of what he might
do to her in return.

She made her bed; she can lie in it.

You know, that's one of those things
people say that isn't very helpful.

Keep on at her.

We need to know what she knows.

As long as she doesn't end up...

dead.

Do not joke about that.

I wasn't.

Wow. I had you pegged as one of
those 'loyal to the death types.

Let's just say I'm Catholic and
I don't like the idea of purgatory.

Shall we go somewhere to chat?

Here's fine.

You've heard the rumours
about Peterson?

Which particular ones?

About Wellington... how
he got the money to buy the first of his properties.

Yeah, I have heard those.

Is this real?

'Course.

This never made it
to the public eye?

Why do you think I'm
giving it to you now?

I mean, why hasn't it?

Read it again... the name
of the arresting officer.

It's what you've been
waiting for, isn't it?

Where'd you get this?

Derek has an ego, as you may have
noticed. He likes to keep souvenirs.

Anything you want in return?

Just the same thing you want...
to nail his cock to the wall.

I know what you women are like...
how you like to discuss everything.

Always struck me as a sign of weakness,
your need to talk about every bloody thing,

when anyone with an ounce of
common sense knows there are times when you keep your mouth shut.

But, no, you lot blab on, blah,
blah, blah, sharing your secrets;

offering advice to your
esters in need.

But if you know
what is good for you,

you will never interfere in
my business ever again.

And if you do, you
will answer to me,

and you will not enjoy it.

Ladies first.

- 'Circle the wagons' time.
- What's happening?

Revill has returned
with a vengeance.

Apparently Peterson's rise to power
was funded by Colombia's finest.

Cocaine?

Is this true?

And I thought Peterson
was bulletproof.

Hello, Derek Peterson's office.

Is... Amy there?

Uh, no, she's not here any more.

Do you know how I can contact her?

Sorry, uh, I'm just a temp.

Mm.

Thank you.

Thank you for agreeing to see us.

It's one time only. I presume it
was you who fraped my Facebook.

No idea what you're talking about.

Real grown-up behaviour, Pip!
Really gonna help your cause!

Perhaps we can move on.

To what?

If you've had the chance to reconsider
renegotiating your contract with Pip.

Why would I want to do that?

I can give you a few
reasons, if you like.

Now, there are numerous government
agencies who appear to be somewhat confused as to your whereabouts,

as you seem to have had quite an
array of addresses over the last few years.

As a result, various and numerous
traffic fines you've accumulated seem to have gone unpaid.

They're starting to mount
up, Justin, as you can see.

Is this some kind of blackmail?

No, not at all. I simply like
to know who I'm dealing with.

I don't give in to threats...

not for a few lousy grand.

Oh, it's a little
more than that, isn't it?

When you take into account
child maintenance owing

and your... ooh, quite frankly
shameful tax arrears.

Significantly more than
a few lousy grand.

How did you get this?

I have contacts.

This is confidential information.

My sources are untraceable, while
you, fortunately, are right here.

And the answer to your next questions
are, no, I haven't blown the whistle,

and, yes, I will, if we don't
walk out of here with a deal.

It's like dealing with the mafia...

in a cardie.

And in case you think you can get
away with trying the same trick on someone else...

I thought about how you
sweet-talked me, ripped me off. So I wrote it all down - the truth

about who you are, what you do,
how you do it. If you don't treat me fair,

I will send it out into cyberspace
and make damn sure anyone and everyone developing apps

will avoid you like the plague.

Come on, Justin. After all, it's only...
What did you call it? A stupid game?

Yes, yes, yes! You
total twisted genius!

Mwah!

- Oh.
- Suck on that, douchebag!

Let's not get carried away. You do have
to pay him back the money he invested.

But my game is mine again.

When you pay him the money.

Hey, Aroha.

I have Adam Revill to see Simon.

Thanks.

- Yeah?
- Adam Revill to see you.

Bring him through to the boardroom.
And I'll need you to take notes.

Sure.

Mr Revill, come on through.

Certainly, Jane.

The house of cards,
it begins to fall.

All these lawyers in one place...

that can't be good.

You mind if I record this?

Sure.

My assistant will be taking notes,
which will be forwarded to you.

Sweet.

Your blog this morning.

I contacted your office,
Derek, for a comment.

They said you were unavailable.

The document around which
you based your story.

The police have also
declined to comment.

I'm not surprised,

given it was news to them
this document existed.

You dumb fuck.

Given the way they dropped
the case, then hushed it up, I'm not surprised either.

How'd you manage that one, Derek?

There was no hush-up, Mr Revill,
because there was no case.

The document is a fake.
It is literally a joke.

This is the document your anonymous
source provided you, which you then published in your blog this morning?

Yeah... official police document.

The arresting officer, as noted
in your blog, was Detective Inspector Wayne Harkness.

Later Deputy Commissioner Harkness.
A well-known mate of Derek... till he died.

Indeed he was. But before his tragic
passing, it was as a friend that he came to fill in this document

and present it to Mr Peterson...

at his birthday party.

It was a joke, you moron.

DI Harkness was aware false rumours
were floating around about my client...

in short, that he dealt cocaine. Hence
him presenting a bogus arrest document to Mr Peterson

at a private party on
the 8th of August 2006.

If you had a copy of the original
document, you would see on the reverse

certain parties signed their names.
You will see those that signed include a future High Court judge,

a Cabinet minister in the current
government, two ex-All Backs, many prominent businessmen...

and Oscar Kightley.

My client is instigating defamation
proceedings against you

and the publishers of your blog
for the damage done to his good name and reputation.

I can see how this is gonna go.

Try writing that book now.
Try finding a publisher that'll come within a million miles.

Good luck there, shithead.

Leave it, Derek.

You have a good name? You know,
that's the biggest joke of all.

Mr Revill?

Thanks.

Crush him. Crush him until
all that's left is dust.

Revill is history, and I can't get hold
of Amy. I've tried her maybe five times... no response.

It's not your fault, Jane.

I was the one that told her
'do something'.

I never meant for
it to go like this.

All you can do is keep trying her.

And then what?

Go to the cops?

On the more positive front, we have
a little good news about Ganesh's friend.

Oh, you did it?

Yes! And now we,
Blue Rose Investments,

are the proud owners of 1% of
the profits from Sheep Shagger

in return for development financing.

1%? That's all?

If it's half as successful as
Angry Birds, it'll do us fine.

Does this mean you can
put the money back?

As I told you, they
don't know it's missing.

Well, I hope Ganesh
gets a root out of it.

I told you, she's not my girlfriend.

Oh, I think I know why...
she kissed me today.

Pip's not gay. She kisses everyone
when she's happy.. or drunk.

She's not my girlfriend,
because she already has a boyfriend.

Aw. Poor Ganesh.

I'm dealing with it in my own way.

Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

Oh!

That looked better, eh?

No.

But thanks.

StarCraft tomorrow?

Sure.

Don't worry, Ganesh. There's
someone for you out there.

You coming?

In a minute.

Hello?

Amy! It's
Jane. Are you all right?

I'm fine. How are you?

Uh, I tried calling you at your
office today, but they said you didn't work there any more.

I've kind of moved on.

You left?

I have a new job; a new outlook.

Doing what?

PR.

That's great. Uh, I was
a bit worried about you.

Why?

After last night and what
happened today with Revill.

You mean when he finally got shown
up for what he is... a hack with a grudge

and no idea on how
things really work?

But it's all sorted, and I finally
got recognised for what I'm worth.

I have to go now, but thanks
for calling, Jane Bye.

Was I right, or was I right?

You were. And I said I would
reward you accordingly.

And you have.

And are we happy with our
new position and new abode?

Very.

Well, you could show your
appreciation by getting naked.

Oh, you sneaky, sneaky bitch.

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