All language subtitles for Crownies s01e02.eng

(Alarm rings)

Oh! Every time.

£ The rules are there
but you don't have to obey

£ The end has come and it's
the start of the game

£ There are no winners,
there is no shame £

£ Gonna make it £
£ You're gonna make it today £

(Repeats refrain)

Oh, sorry.

Be out of your hair in a minute,
mate.

Need a copy of your hard drive.

Just had a shower. Obviously.

Been on a run. Got to keep fit.

Do you mind if I just use
my office for a second?

I'm done.
OK. Thank you.

By the way, you're flying low.

How old is she?
17.

God, she looks a lot younger.

You think she'll carry much weight
in court?

Your own father pimped her out
at a truck stop.

When she tells them,
the jury, that.

If she can tell them that.

Kayla's actually very clear
on details.

Little details with her never
change. That's why I believe her.

You can question her on this?

So, Kayla, how far did his penis
get inside your vagina?'

I'm just saying, if I was
prosecuting the case,

I'd need to know
she could answer it.

Got hold of Jimmy the Butcher yet?
I keep leaving messages.

He's so bloody important now.

A scoop on the Attorney-General
will do that.

Why didn't you drag me away from him
at the party?

You two looked like you were having
way too much fun.

What a mistake.

Getting drunk with him was a
mistake. That's all. Nothing else.

Not even one little mistake joke
about polonecked jumpers?

I don't know where Jimmy heard
about that file

but it certainly wasn't from me.
OK. Jeez.

Interesting morning. We've never had
the police in here before.

Don't you own an iron?

I don't want any more sex, OK?

You make an effort
with everything else.

The cleaners leave before you.

How long would it take
to press a shirt?

All you've given me for eight weeks
is sex. I can't take it.

Just something else.
Anything. Please?

Drug possession?

Suit your delicate constitution
any better?

Yes. Thank you. I love drugs.

Tracey, good morning.

Tell me, how am I looking on that
board of yours?

Wow, you smell amazing.

None of you are looking very good
this morning.

This'll make you feel better. We've
been bumped off the front page.

Two sisters, a pair of bolt cutters
and one mashed up dead guy.

Juicy, huh?

Threesomes, I tell you,
they never work out.

I could do it.
I'd look better on TV.

Doubt that.
Not as good as me.

If I were one of you five

I wouldn't want to be
near the press at the moment.

I'll tell you, I'm quite prepared
to do a lot of sucking up

to get this case, Tracey,

so what kind of sucking
would you like?

It'll go straight to a Crown
pros...prosecutor, as always.

Sorry, no headline cases there.

You still need to pick one
of us to get the ball rolling.

I do, don't I?

You enjoy flirting with her.

Guilty as charged.
I'd flirt with her to get that case.

You could flirt with her
but do you want to?

That was funny, wasn't it?

Or it would be funny if you were
a juvenile, insensitive arsehole

whose only redeeming feature...

You don't have one, Ben.
Quite right.

I would hate to be her today.

Fuck.

Excuse me, Janet.

Don't be alarmed to find a police
officer going through everything

in your office.
I believe David OK'd it.

I'm sure he's just trying
to do everything he can

to minimise the damage.
I'm sure he is.

Everyone would understand if you
took the day off and go...

..Home.

Do you have a warrant?

No, but my understanding
is we were invited in.

I'd like you to leave.

I'll come back when it's more
convenient for you.

It won't be.

Right now, you're not
a good look for the DPP.

You think it's a good look to have
me sidelined?

It's the quickest way for all of us to look guilty.

I don't have a choice.

I have to back you off

until this business
with the Attorney-General settles.

How long is that going to be?

You tell me. Find out which one of
the five ratbags leaked the file

you're back in business.
This place is crawling with cops.

I thought it was their job to find
that out.

If you can't stay here
you're free to go home.

I am not going home.

I'm here to do a job.
I'm not going home.

That's your call.

Hi, Michelle.
Hi, Kayla.

Thanks for coming in.

Sorry about all the fuss.
It's not normally like this.

I could find you somewhere quieter
to wait.

I'll need to speak with Kayla
on her own.

On her own?

I can organise you a cup of tea
while you wait.

No. I'm her mother.
I'm coming with her.

It's a technicality, Michelle,

but if you're not supportive
of Kayla's claim,

which you've indicated you're not,

then we need to speak to Kayla
separately.

A Witness Assistance Officer
will be with us

looking after Kayla's welfare.

Kayla, would you like to come
with me?

Kayla, can you tell me,

when you were with that man,
that man at the truck stop.

Kayla?

Kayla, whose idea was it for you
to have sex with that man?

Kayla, it's important for you
to concentrate

on the questions I'm asking.

Yes. Important.

That's right. It's very important.

So, tell me.

Whose idea was it for you to have
sex with that man at the truck stop?

Daddy. Daddy said I could ride in
the big truck, and get a Chupa Chup.

If you had sex with the man?

You do understand what sex is?

That's how you make babies.

Did you want to make a baby
with that man at the truck stop?

He had yucky hands.
Yucky hands that smell like petrol.

So, why did you go with him
to the toilets?

Why did you let him, ah, touch you?

To get a Chupa Chup.

From Daddy, you said.

Yep. Daddy.

Kayla, we're going to have to

talk about exactly where the man
touched you.

Is that alright?

He broke my shirt.

Broke your shirt?

My favourite.

The one with the fairy on it.

You mean he ripped it?

It had a fairy on it.

Do you like fairies?
I love fairies.

They fly so high, they can go
wherever they feel like.

What'd you score from Lady Tracey?

Ah, two mentions, a directions
hearing and this one.

Some lunatic who wants
to blow up Woolies

needs to see his mum
before she dies.

So they're getting Rosenberg back
for a bail application.

Back from his holidays?
I know. Shoot me now.

Julie's going to hate you.

Rosenberg should just get a fill in.

I don't know why
he's dragged her back.

He can't take a shit without
Julie there to hand him paper.

planned for weeks.

You know her schedule intimately.

We're friends.

Chat around the court,
maybe coffee friends,

or friends with more personal
benefits?

Well, considering I'm a gentleman,

I don't think I'll be answering
that sort of question.

I thought so.

I'm not confirming
or denying anything.

But I do have a Rosenberg tip.

Apparently he's got a thing
for hot young lawyers.

I reckon you should bang him.
You are so helpful to have around.

You betcha.

My friend, yet another fabulously
drafted indictment.

Not my words, Janet's.

How are we going on the next few?

We are done.

Well, that's $50 a brief.

So that's one, two, three.

There's 150.
Thank you, good sir.

Let me show you something
spectacular.

OK, what have we got?

Don't use my computer
to get on Facebook.

Like you don't check 10 times a day.
I'm not on Facebook.

Right. Why is that?

A moral objection to social
networking or are you just a cynic?

I don't have any burning need
to get in touch with people

I never liked at uni.

Maybe if those uni people
looked like this.

Say hello to my Friday night.

Do you actually know this girl?
Harriet? Yeah.

We did first year law together
at Sydney.

And I'm going to swing it so my
grandfather lends me his old Jag.

She's got a thing for doing
a little vintage.

Ben, I have got my first
court appearance today

and I just got the case and
I'm totally unprepared.

Plus I'm still trying to get a hold
of this pirate sex case.

Pirate sex? Do tell.
Can you please...

Are you freaking out?
No.

There are things you can take
for that.

I'm not freaking out.

Why am I not surprised there's
a pharmacy in your pocket?

They're beta blockers.
Help calm the nerves.

Take two before court and
you will cruise through.

My cousin takes those before
auditions so he's really...

He's an actor.

Oh.

Rock on.

Would I have seen him in anything,
your cousin?

Oh no, he never gets any work.

Encouraging.

Can I ask what Kayla was doing on
that drive with your husband?

Does she often accompany him
in the truck?

This is ridiculous.

Ridiculous your daughter may have
been sexually abused?

Joel's a good man.
He loves Kayla.

Did Kayla ever talk to you about the
drawings she made at school?

Those bloody drawings.

Why don't the teachers mind
their own business?

When a student like Kayla makes
drawings like that,

of a man on top of a girl,

with white liquid spraying out
his penis,

it becomes a mandatory
reporting issue.

It's making trouble,
that's what that's doing.

Kids draw stuff.

She told the teacher the drawing
was of her.

She said it's what happened
to her the night

she went in the truck
with her father.

Did she also tell you she's
got a dragon living under her bed?

Oh, yeah. That's a frequent topic
of conversation at our house.

But a graphic drawing like that.

How would she know what that
was if it happened to her?

Kids talk about stuff
in the playground.

You know, if Kayla gets something
into her brain, it's real for her.

You do realise the medical report
confirms Kayla's no longer a virgin.

Yeah, for all I know she
could have lost that ages ago.

Look, her brain may not be up to
scratch but she's a teenage girl.

She's got teenage girl hormones.

You know, she hangs around with boys
at school.

I'm just grateful she hasn't gotten
pregnant yet.

You won't even consider
it's possible

she's telling you the truth?

I'm her mother. A mother knows.

Michelle, I understand how difficult
it is to imagine

your own husband being part of
something like this,

but I don't see how you can ignore
what she's saying.

Because she's making it up.

If a sexual assault has occurred,
we will be proceeding.

Know what? There have been people
like you sticking their oar in

ever since she was born.

Why don't you just mind your own
business? Go and save someone else.

Julie.

Heard about your holiday
stuff up.

I should be pashing Swedish
backpackers right now.

Rosenberg's freakishly attached
to you.

And I was freakishly attached
to my holiday in Laos.

Could be worse. You could
be in our office today.

I bet it's happy days in there.
Yeah.

Now, I've got 10 minutes till
I need to be in court,

so how about we get creative?

10 minutes?
I did say creative.

How about tomorrow night?

I think we're going to need
more than 10 minutes, don't you?

Tomorrow? Tomorrow's Friday.

Well done.

No, I mean, well, is it such a great
idea for us to be,

you know, together, in public?

Considering, you know.

As opposed to in private,
like now? Yeah.

Considering what?

Well, maybe we shouldn't be drawing
attention to ourselves.

How about Saturday?
Saturday morning, even.

I've got some very pleasant ways
of saying good morning.

You know what I hate most
about lawyers?

What?
You're all so full of shit.

Julie, wait.
No, fuck the hell off, Ben.

Jimmy? It's Erin O'Shaughnassy.
Again.

How do you expect to get
any new stories

if you don't ever answer your phone?

For the 100th time,
call me when you get a second.

Please tell me that's not breakfast.

You'd be surprised what food
colouring does for the synapses.

You been busy?

There's a memorandum of advice,

and a draft indictment
for you to sign.

I'm not bothering with the
man who paid for sex from Kayla.

The case is too hard if she
can't identify who she had sex with.

We charge her father
with soliciting.

she invented the story?

She hasn't. She's telling the truth.

The truth isn't an issue.
She's brain damaged.

She can't give any evidence
credible to a jury.

I understood the problem last time,
but this girl can talk, Tony.

She's talked to me and
I believe her.

In the memo, I've set out a way
to assess the reliability

of a brain-damaged victim,

and there's some articles from
a few psychological journals,

and there's a psychiatrist's paper
there, too,

on how a damaged brain perceives
truth and lies and recalls events.

We'd have to call an expert witness,

a psych who could explain
it all to a jury.

I can't sign this.

You don't approve the charge?

Why not?

We don't have the truck driver
who paid her for sex.

I know but that's why...
Without that man's confession

all we have is the word
of the father

the word of a brain-damaged girl.

What about the drawing?
So what?

Do you have an aversion
to going to trial?

I have an aversion to losing.

Make the father sweat it out
in court.

He pimped his daughter out
for a hundred bucks.

The girl's own mother says we can't
trust a word she says.

Who wants to admit their own
husband could do this?

Come on, Tony. It happened.
The girl says it happened.

This is the kind of case
we should be running.

We're supposed to be looking after
the public interest.

We should be trying to get
a conviction.

Have you considered what that might
mean to Kayla?

A life free of enforced
prostitution?

DOCS would get involved and they'd
remove her from her mother

if they think she failed
to protect her.

You'd be taking her away
from her own family.

Why do you think the mother's
so uptight?

You're so caught up
in the girl's cause,

you've presumed we'll prosecute
the father no matter what.

It's all very earnest.

And that memo jumps so far into
the admissibility of evidence

that we may never even get
from Kayla.

I'm sorry, there's no chance
of success at trial.

Next time I get dumped with
Tony Gillies, I'm going to do it.

I'm going to tell him to his face
he's an old fucking wanker.

Mention his dandruff, too,
while you're at it.

He didn't even look at the work
I'd done.

Just sat there
in his foul looking suit,

eating his foul looking doughnut.

He's not going to take it to trial?

Says it won't make it
through a committal.

Eww.

Richard's status update.

I didn't think Richard
was on Facebook.

Bad choice of profile pic.

'There's nothing like waking up
with a boner.'

No way.

Hope you didn't have any plans
for the weekend.

You'll be knee deep in this.

The Mervich case.

The one where the guy got bashed
with the bolt cutters.

Don't get excited. You're doing
the preliminary work only.

Just a summary of the issues.
Of course. Thanks, Tracey.

That case'll be everywhere.

I thought she would have given it
to Ben for sure.

Might be losing his touch.

Just relax. Think calm.
You can do it.

OK.

Don't stress. You still have 15
minutes before you need to be there.

it's my first time.

Aren't you taking this?

certificate, do I?

Course you do.

accused's possession was cannabis.

Course it was cannabis.
It still has to be proven.

Without the certificate
from the police botanist

the defence could argue
it was parsley.

I'm not ready.

You know the case backwards.

You just need to slow down
and relax.

Did you take any of those
beta-blockers?

Maybe you should.

Take the drugs act, too.

It's always good to have
the legislation.

Why are you so onto it, Tatum?

You will learn, Richard,
that I'm onto everything.

What would you do without me?

Thank you.

Once you get into the witness box
you bow to the judge

and I ask you what
you were doing that day,

you'll tell them you were...
At work in the pharmacy.

Right. And you saw...

The long-haired boy
with the skull tattoo

hash outside the high school.

Perfect.

To sell to the kids.
Same as he does every day.

No, no.
No?

It's not important what
he does other days. Not important?

No, they only care what he did and
had in his possession

on that particular day.

But this boy is a drug dealer.
He sells drugs to teenage children.

Surely they care about that.

No, they've only charged
him with possession.

He sells drugs, then he is a drug
dealer. He should go to jail.

If the police had maybe found
him with a little bit more hash,

it would be a different story.

But with drugs, the law
only cares about quantity.

You don't need to worry about
any of this.

Are you alright?
Yeah. I'm just...just a bit hot.

...And nothing but the truth.

There is no need to bow.

It is customary for lawyers and
police to bow

on entering and leaving a court
room, not witnesses.

Perhaps your lawyer neglected
to inform you.

I am exceptionally sorry,
Your Honour.

My mistake.

Would you please state your name
and...

I can't hear you.

Once again, I do apologise,
Your Honour.

Would you please state your name...
I can't hear you.

Would you please state...
Mr Stirling.

I can't hear you.

Where is your tie? Your tie?

Oh. Um, I...I...crave the court's
indulgence.

Oh, God, to appear before you
in appropriately attired...

Would someone find this man a tie?

Here we are. Thank you, sir.
The court is grateful.

Thank you.

Take your time.

You do know how to tie a tie?
Yes, Your Honour.

And round you go.

Now I can hear you. Proceed.

Mrs Saleem, is it true that you were
working in your pharmacy...

Mr Stirling.
Yes, Your Honour?

Is your witness a letterbox?

No, Your Honour, she's a pharmacist.

I will not continue until you have
explained to your witness

she must remove her hijab.

Your Honour, strictly speaking,
it's not a hijab.

When only the eyes are visible,
it's referred to as a burqa.

Whatever it is, I'd like it removed.

Mr Stirling, you are of course aware
you are forbidden

to talk to a witness while they're
in the middle of giving evidence.

Is the heating in here
up too high?

Are we having a moment?
No.

I'm going to stand this case down
until after lunch

while you attend to yourself,
Mr Stirling.

I expect you back here at 2:15 with
your witness ready to proceed. Next.

Are you an asthmatic?
No. I mean, yes.

Why don't you use your puffer?

I haven't had an attack
in four years.

Well, you're having one now.

There's a hospital emergency
around the corner.

They'll give you a nebuliser.

No, no, this way. This way.

Sorry.

Been flat out.
Obviously.

So, what's it like in the office?

Janet's head on a plate yet?

I'm not giving you any dirt, Jimmy.

Hey, you called me. Lots.

I just want to know if I said
anything at the Christmas party.

Anything about the AG, about Janet's
memo. Any of that stuff.

I'm not going to reveal my source.

Oh, give me a break.

The police are all over the place
at work.

Relax, Erin. You didn't say a word.

No? Nothing?

It wasn't you that showed me
the file.

Oh, thank God.

I don't suppose you want to tell me
who did.

You must have been
seriously drunk

to think you'd pinch a police file
and show it to a journalist.

I'm a lawyer. Getting smashed was
practically part of my degree.

So you don't remember much?

You and me sneaking up
to your office,

dancing naked on your desk
to Beyonce?

(Hums)
Stop. Oh, God, stop.

Can't exactly have been
transcendental

if you don't remember.

Can we just forget
any of this ever happened?

Please?

Actually, I've just got to just jump
in here for a second.

Mind if I disturb you?
Of course not, Detective Campbell.

I believe you're in looking after
the bolt cutter babes.

That's the official police term
for the Mervich case?

I thought it was unclear
who bashed him.

Well, it's not exactly bedtime
reading.

No.

And the, ah, pictures are, um...

Yeah. Yeah, they are.

If you have any questions, you know,
want anything clarified,

just give me a bell.
Cool, I will. Thanks.

I'm always happy to help you lot
up your strike rate.

So this is another case you just
think's black and white, is it?

The evidence is pretty clear.

The guy was living
in the middle of nowhere

with two crazy sisters who belted
him dead with a bolt cutter.

If only it were that simple.
It is.

(Mobile rings)

Richard, hi.

She what?

Thanks for coming.
I really need your help.

Richard, you've got to be joking.

She's not going to listen to me
just because I'm Muslim.

Mrs Saleem, this is my colleague,
Lina.

Lina, Nour Saleem.

Hi. Judge Walker was in one of her
moods, I hear.

She was completely rude.
She can be difficult.

And racist.

Would she say a nun
had to remove her habit?

I expect more understanding
from a woman.

Right, we have to be back there
in 13 minutes.

I'm not going back.
Why can't I write it down?

Then you can read to her
everything I saw.

Because it's crucial the judge
hear it from you.

She needs to hear and
see you're telling the truth.

Of course I'm telling the truth.
How can a judge know that?

Look, I understand the significance
of the burqa,

but seeing your whole face,
seeing the truth in it,

that's what will convince
the judge.

You think nobody lies
if you can see their face?

I'm saying this is how
you can get the guy convicted.

It's how you can stop him
walking around with drugs,

which you know he's selling
to children.

Lina. That's an Arabic name.

Yeah, it is.

(Speaks language)

My family's Muslim.
I'm not practising.

That's a shame.

We have to be back there
in 12 minutes.

How much was my coffee?

Why? Where are you going?

I think it's best I go home.

No, no, the judge is waiting.

Send apologies from the letterbox.

I'm not sure you should say

you understand the significance
of the burqa.

Wait, wait, please.

You appear to be missing something,
Mr Stirling.

May I ask where is your witness?

I'm afraid she's gone.

Gone?
Unfortunately, yes.

I take it until she comes back

you'll be moving on
to your second witness.

The, um, police informant.

Well, I did assume that Mrs Saleem
would take all day,

so I don't exactly have the police
informant lined up at this time.

You're telling me you now have
no witness?

I've a good mind to strike this out,
Mr Stirling.

No witness. No puffer.
No police informant.

No. No, in fact, and regrettably,

I have not a single thing
I should have.

Not one. Brilliant.

I do apologise, sincerely,

oh, great one. Your Honour.

Goodbye.

Next.

CLERK: The Crown versus Dickson,
Your Honour.

Hello. Oh, great one.

What was that?
I can't hear you.

Tracey. Ears everywhere.

You're not supposed to give them
to people with asthma.

You didn't tell me you had asthma.
You didn't ask.

Oh, and thanks no one for telling me
I'd forgotten my tie.

Go away.

OK. We won't talk about it.

But can we talk about that set up
underneath your desk?

What are you doing
looking under my desk?

Finding out where the musty
smell was coming from.

It's just my running shoes.

Not the pillow, the swag
or the aftershave?

How long have you been
sleeping here?

Two weeks, three days, seven hours.

Didn't you buy a place
in Camperdown?

The tenant won't leave.
I don't know what else to do.

I've tried everything.

Eviction letters...well, really,
just eviction letters,

but he just won't respond.
I don't know.

It's your home.

I could send a few guys over there
to point that out to him.

Maybe not.
Why don't you go to a hotel?

I tried that for three weeks.

Do you know how expensive it is
in a hotel?

Well, you can't stay here.

You need some good temporary
accommodation.

Luckily, I can help.

I can't believe you guys live here.

Believe it.

Why can't you live in your own
place, Richard?

Ah.
Did you offer Richard a beer?

Oh, no. That's OK.

So do I have to worry about you
and this nerd?

I had an idea about the pirate sex.
Yep?

Ah, sorry. You two talk about sex?

Work sex. It's Richard's case.
It's legal, honey.

Oh, thanks.

So the first guy would dress up in
a pirate costume when they had sex

because that's how the second guy
liked to orgasm, right?

Right.

(Splutters)
You OK?

He's fine. He just drinks too fast.

And the second guy admits
he had this like mega-orgasm.

Which is how they're claiming
it can't be rape.

Who's to say the orgasm
couldn't just be a body thing?

to the pirate costume?

Why not?

The orgasm itself doesn't say
anything about consent.

I could be all, oh, oh, oh,

and still have not given you consent
to have sex with me.

Maybe we shouldn't be discussing
this here.

Oh, no, Con's cool.
Aren't you, baby?

Yeah. I'm cool.

Lina.

Detective.

Um, ah, come in.

I'm sorry to bother you
at home, detective.

That's alright.

I know we had a bit of a difference
of opinion earlier on.

That's nothing new.

But I still have some questions.

I see.

Um, what sort of questions?

You're not worried about this?
Are you?

Not when you do that.

I know there's a lot of pressure on
you guys right now.

I'm so sick of hearing
about that file.

They could have six months worth
of our emails, phone transcripts.

We could be under surveillance
right now. Hidden cameras.

Well, we'd better make it
look good then.

Ms Badir?

Since we all have so much time,
perhaps you'd like me to inform you

how pleased my wife is to be
enjoying the familiar environs

of Pymble
this morning

instead of wandering
the Ponte Vecchio.

Er, Your Honour, as we've heard,

the accused is charged with
suspected terrorism

against a Woolworths' supermarket
in Neutral Bay.

Um, according to his statement
given to police,

Mr Bellis has devoted
several months

to building a homemade
incendiary bomb

designed to set fire
to the contraceptives aisle.

You may not be responsible
for calling this hearing

but right now you're certainly
prolonging it.

Your Honour, the defence
has brought this application

because the accused's mother
is in intensive care

at St Vincent's Hospital
with a heart condition.

The defence suggested
she may pass within a week

though this is speculative.

Thank you for the philosophical
touch.

The accused is, in our opinion,
a flight risk, Your Honour,

and we oppose his application
for bail to be with his mother

over the following days.

Constable Munear, would you care
to tell the court

what happened when you arrived
at the accused's home

on the day of December 12?

Mr Bellis was in his garage

experimenting with
a small homemade bomb.

And would you tell the court
what Mr Bellis was wearing?

Nothing. He was naked, except
for some rosary beads.

Do you recall
what Mr Bellis said?

I wouldn't forget it.

He said, 'I'm gonna blow up every
single one of those atheist...'

Yes?

I don't like to say the 'C' word in
the presence of ladies, Your Honour.

There are no ladies present,
only lawyers.

Well, if I may beg to differ,
Your Honour.

I'm quite sure I am in fact a lady.

At least that was the case last time
I checked.

Quite right.

Mr Stirling.
I'm Detective Karen Liu.

Oh, right. Now?

Yep.

I'm not really into clubs.

When they all said they were going
to the Cross I called it a night.

Did anyone accompany you home?
No.

Where exactly is your home?

Now? Or at the time
of the Christmas party?

The Christmas party.

Ah, my office.

I'm sorry?
I was living in my office.

You're not the owner of number 74
Olive Street, Camperdown?

I'm having tenant issues.
It's a long story.

OK. So you spent the entire night
here?

That's right.
Alone? Yep.

Oh, well, actually no.
Yep or no?

I could tell there was a light on
from one of the other offices

and I could hear some music
and singing.

You didn't get up to see
who it was?

No. Then they'd know
I was here.

According to your swipe card,
you next left the building at 5am.

I got an egg and bacon roll
from Bourke Street.

I know you need
to do your investigation

but you're not going to tell anyone
I was sleeping under my desk.

Are you in a relationship, Richard?
Um, no. I'm not.

I mean, I have been,
but I'm not now.

Sorry, why the personal questions?

I thought this was about the file
on the Attorney-General.

Do you use social networking?

Maybe as a way to find women?

Or to provide amusement
for your mates?

No, I'm not on Facebook or Twitter
or any of that waste of time.

Who needs to know your personal
stuff every second?

But you do have a Facebook page?
No, I'm not on Facebook.

So you didn't write this update
yesterday morning?

'I'm the mole. Quinn's the pig.'

Lina, can you check this out for me?
'I'm a big man with a small penis

'and there's nothing like
waking up with a boner.'

There's a man who needs
a Christmas break.

on Facebook?

And who knew you had 28 friends?

That's after a couple of days. Give
me a month, I'll get you a hundred.

Why didn't you friend me?
Impersonating someone is an offence.

And saying, 'Quinn's a pig
and I'm the mole, I...

I should sue you for defamation.

are now totally suss about me.

It was just a joke, OK?

Hilarious. Write your
own indictments from now on.

They don't actually think it's you.

At the very least they think
I'm an anarchist.

If they're checking Facebook
what else are they checking?

Maybe personal emails and
phone calls?

I'd better go delete my porn.

So, Ben. I'm Detective Sergeant
Karen Liu.

This is Detective Senior
Constable Arlo Moretti.

Have a seat.

So let's start with what time
you left the Christmas party.

Course, we know what happens
at these parties. Drinking, dancing.

You probably weren't looking
at the clock. No.

But approximately?
Ah, 10. Maybe 10:30.

Did you leave the party alone?
No, I left with Julie Russo.

She's a judge's associate
we work with.

OK. So where'd you go
after you left?

Back here, actually.

There wasn't much food at the party,
and I was hungry. I ordered a pizza.

There's not exactly a generous
catering budget around here.

Did you discuss the file
on the Attorney-General?

If I remember correctly,

the bulk of the conversation
was on the topic of bonobos.

Bonobos?
What's a bonobo?

It's a monkey, isn't it?

Guess that sort of thing comes up
all the time

at the Department of Public
Prosecution.

Well, this place, you know,
full of David Attenborough fans.

So you ate the pizza here with
Julie, and then what?

Went back to my place.

So what time did Julie
leave your place?

That night, or...

I dropped her home around 7:00
the next morning.

7:00? Wow, that's resilience. God.

You won't see me up at 7:00
the morning after a Christmas party.

No, me either.

we'd spent the night together.

Oh.

I supposed you're used
to having things

you don't want the world to know.
How's that?

That drugs possession charge
last year?

Impressive, you avoided
a conviction.

Mm.

Lucky you're with the right family,
eh, for pulling strings?

Your dad even set you up in the job
here, right?

You'd owe him a hell of a big
thank you for that.

You'll be missing one of these.
And I'm late.

Ever get the feeling you picked
the wrong profession?

Maybe you're just really bad
at driving wheelie bags.

I hope at least it's exciting,
the thing you're running late for.

Try depressing. Tony Gillies wants
me to nolle a case

that should be going to trial.
Why isn't it?

It's easier to let a bastard
get away with soliciting

his brain-damaged daughter
than try him for it.

It's the truckie case?
Mm.

I read about that. It sounded like
it had a shot.

It did. But what do I know?

Don't tell me you still have
a heart.

Shameful, right?

You know they'll try
and beat that out of you.

Can you please state your name?

Joel Brennan, and youse
can all fuck right off.

Hey.

What are you watching?

Kayla's Dad.
I thought you nolleed that case.

Changed my mind.

for you cocksuckers.

Nice guy.

This is all fucking horse shit.

That's one sexy machine.

One day she'll be all yours, Benny.

Well, how about tonight?

Tonight?

I've got a date.

When haven't you?

What's wrong with people?

I'm nearly 80 and I can read that
disabled parking sign.

Give me your keys, mate.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna park this idiot in.

Once a cop, always a cop.

That'll teach the bastard a lesson.

Hey, I thought you were staying in
tonight.

Had a better idea.

I bought a few little things
for Kayla.

You don't think she has pyjamas?
Maybe not pretty ones.

Or pencils or puzzles?
Look, her life can't get any worse.

And a suitcase of presents
is going to help how?

If I can get Michelle to like me
and trust me,

she'll realise there are people
out there who want to help her.

If she stops thinking
she has to rely on her husband

she might think about being
a witness.

Don't you think that's a bit
manipulative?

Can you stop for a second
and think about this?

You plan on doing this for everyone
who doesn't get what they want?

Erin the suitcase fairy?
It's so inappropriate.

Oh, it's always something
inappropriate, isn't it?

This, the file, Jimmy Butcher.

You know what? I asked him about
that. It wasn't me.

What's he going to say?

That he scooped his big story from
a chatty one-night stand?

You haven't said where you were
the night the file was leaked.

When you change your mind about
that, I'd love to hear.

You lot are getting flogged

with the Attorney-General.

Tell me about it.

Make sure the cops have got
no reason to come after you.

They already interviewed me.
They got nothing.

Cocky bastard.

There's nothing to get.

If they think you're not being
straight with them over one thing

about everything.

You think I'm lying? Is that right?

Your father's made no secret about
what he thinks of the AG.

So everyone thinks
I'm going to bust my balls for dad.

Is that right?

I'm just saying the devil's
in the details

and details are where people
get tripped up. Understand?

I'll get another round.

Oi.

Are you the prick who parked me in?
Two more.

That spot's reserved for people
with disabilities.

MESSAGE: You've called
Julie Rousseau. Leave a message.

I can't fuckin' move my car,
can I?

What if I'd been in a
wheelchair? You consider that?

You want to have a go, old man?

What's going on?
Is there a problem here?

I have to swim a mile before
my heart rate even looks at 90.

So you'll find out

I'm not just some old man when your
face hits the floor, son.

Whoa. Calm down, pop, right?

Bugger off. You'll just have
to wait, sonny.

You OK?
Are you?

I didn't just get threatened
by some meat-head, pop.

No, you got hassled by the cops.

You can't let them think you took
the law into your own hands.

Yeah, because we McMahons
never do that, do we?

Is there anything at all they can
trip you up on?

Fix it. Pronto.

MESSAGE: You've called Julie
Rousseau. Please leave a message.

Julie, it's Ben.

I know you don't want to hear
from me after today,

but if you can please call me back.

And if the police want to talk
to you

maybe don't mention
exactly what we got up to

on the night of the Christmas party
because I didn't mention it.

And they don't need to know
everything, do they?

Julie, you really need to call me.

I'm on your street and I can't
remember which one's your house.

It was a cream terrace, right?

(Mobile rings)

Shit. Harriet.
Shit.

Aren't you going out anywhere?

No, I'm too tired.

You can't stay here.
It's a Friday night.

Why not? That's a great TV
for watching movies.

Why don't you hang out with us?

Con's work lent him the Lotus
for the weekend.

No, really.
Yeah, you heard the man.

I'm happy here.
Yeah, he's happy here.

Richard, you need me in your life.
Now, come on.

Tell her you've got plans

and the Lotus is yours.

(Car beeps)

(Starts car and revs)

Michelle. Hi.

Erin.

Has something happened?

No, no, not at all.

It's just...is it OK if I come in?

Um, yeah. Yeah.

Down here.

Just get that stuff out of the way.

Hi, Kayla. It's Erin.

Brought you some presents.

If that's alright?
Presents?

Can't say no now, can I?

Yeah.

Oh.

Wow.

Oh, cool.
Look, Kayla.

A fairy shirt.
No.

No fairies.

Not unless you want to be here
all night.

Well, I wanted to replace
Kayla's T-shirt.

The fairy one.
The one that got ripped.

I don't know what she's told you

a fairy shirt.

Kayla, your shirt.

Your favourite one, remember?
You said it broke?

What are you doing telling people
you need new clothes, love?

I'm afraid she's played you there.

Doesn't it concern you

will never receive justice?

Excuse me.

You have put us back
on the front page.

Can you hold that?
(Mobile rings)

Con, it's Richard.
Tell her I'll be home at 6:00.

Can you pass me my bra?

They've asked me
to take the Mervich case.

I'm sorry.
Why you?

I'm the idiot who put you
on the case.

MESSAGE: Hi. You've called Julie
Rousseau. Leave a message.

Why did you tell them that?
That's what happened.

Julie!

I'm not lying to the police.
I work for a judge.

What's going on here?

Some kind of verbal altercation
involving a disabled parking space.

Fuck.

I've fucked everything.

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