All language subtitles for Crownies s01e09.eng

When we're at home,
you have to be gay, alright?

I'm sorry?

Well, Conrad. He was a bit jealous
about sharing with straight Richard.

He can live with gay Richard,
so work - straight, home - gay.

I took Jimmy Butcher
up to the office after the party.

We were both really drunk.

You showed him the file?

He says he got an anonymous text
about it,

but he might just be protecting me.

So you must have been
seriously drunk

to think that 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?

Stop!

£ Theme music

£ What do I do stand in a shop

£ Waiting for that money to drop

£ Stand all day on a concrete slate

£ My feet are aching,
don't get a break

£ Singing what do I do?

£ What am I to do?

£ What do I do?

£ What am I to do?

GROUP SINGS: £ What do I do?

£ What am I...

£ ..to do? £

Got the cash?
Here.

(Laughs)
What are you doin'?

Hey, I'm not gonna fuckin'
babysit ya!

He can't go home.
His girlfriend'll give him shit.

No, I'm serious, mate.
No fuckin' way, alright?

Take your shit and go home.
What the fuck did you do that for?

Fuck off!

Uno family pizza margherita, bambino!

Oh, I was just about
to die from starvation.

Jimmy Butcher called me
while I was waiting.

Ohh!
God, I think he wants to date.

No. He wants to pump you
for information.

And... and date you, I'm sure.

But, you know,
anything for a by-line.

How's the dark world
of drug dealing?

Dark. But a least it means I can
avoid dealing with all that.

Oh, my God.

This is just the deposition.

Suddenly my mountain of files
doesn't look so bad.

I know, it's enormous.

The undercover guy was on this case
for three years.

You know how long Tracey's given me
to make sense of it,

and draft up a presentment?
Two days.

Yeah, but Tracey's a fucking cow.

Mm-hm.

Which one's the cop?

The one getting smashed.

(Grunting, screaming)

That'd really make you
want to go to work every day.

What the...!

What the f- !

Oh! Oh, my stars.

Whoa!

That's a High Court Judgement.

What're you doing with the, ah...

Nope. No, no, no.

So how long's he staying this time?

It's only the sofa.

We just got him off the sofa.
Be nice.

Richard's having a really bad time
and we're his only friends.

Con, I'm so sorry about last night.

I had no idea that you'd be-

Naked?

Oh, I just...
I wasn't expecting...

Because a man can walk around naked
in his own home, Richard.

I'm not saying you don't have
the right.

Actually, it's my home.

Because I walk around here
naked all the time.

As you should. I mean, naked,
hell, you're incredible.

Mate, I ah, know about
this whole gay situation.

But we're going to start having
problems if you start looking at me.

Looking at you?

I don't know how you feel about
this, babe,

but his eyes were like stuck to it.
What?

Come on, Conrad.
I had no choice.

It was just... there.

And now he's saying I look
incredible.

I meant incredible,
not... 'incredible'!

If we're going to be
living together,

I think it's best
that we're all clear.

I mean, it was bad enough

when I thought
you were eyeing off Tatum. Tatum?

But if it's me
you want to crack onto, Richard.

Conrad! His house collapsed.
It collapsed.

He can't live in it.
That's why Richard's here.

Just seems a bit convenient.

Convenient?
No, actually, not at all.

I'm back to having no place to live,
I've got hardly any clothes.

They're all burning in some
asbestos incinerator somewhere.

I've got no money left in the bank

'cause I blew it all
on flat-packed furniture

that I got to use for a total
of 2 hours and 26 minutes

before it was infected
by particles of poisonous fibre,

and today the only thing
that I've got to look forward to

besides reliving the image
of your big - 'hello, good morning'

right there in front of my face -
is a trip to the doctor

about the warning signs
of mesothelioma.

Not convenient, Conrad. No!

You like the look of that?

The jogging, I mean.

Well, I'm not exactly
in the correct attire.

I can see you in shorts.

So you jog now?
Every morning.

(Laughs) Since when?

I sit on my arse
for the rest of the day.

Oh, it's certainly not suffering.

I saw you've got Judge Rapson.

Yeah, today. Some guy had a problem
with some hedges in Annandale

and took to them with a blowtorch.

Best of luck with that.

Well, we do have three witnesses,
and a medical report of the burns.

So I think we'll be fine.
Not with the case, with the judge.

What, Rapson?

Yeah,
a friend had a mention yesterday.

He said he ran all his decisions
past a duck.

A duck?

This is way more exciting.

Than a fraud case?
You're not competing with much.

'Being asked to be chief bridesmaid
should be considered an honour.

You are the person
the bride will rely on

for support to calm her down
when she gets stressed.'

That'll probably be the other
way round, but anyway.

'As well as the one who should keep
the strippers at bay

at her hen's party.'

You're having strippers?
How should I know?

Ah, it's your party.
You're the one organising it.

Objection!
Overruled.

Somewhere classy but not cold,
girly but not 'girly'.

Somewhere we can dress up
but not get picked up.

I don't think I should be
organising this.

Not a bar, not a club. I don't want
the same thing as everyone else.

Oh, and Grandma's got to like it.
She's paying.

Hey, have you had Rapson lately?

What about you, Lina? Rapson?

No, why?
If I was free Friday night, Jimmy,

do you think I would tell you?
Urgh, tell him to piss off.

Have you heard anything
about him being...

..loopy?

What, loopy as in Tony loopy,
or loopy as in Tracey loop-

Your... nine o'clock is waiting.

Morning.

What's in that thing? Steroids?

Bite me.

You can bite me too, rich boy.

Thanks for coming in.

Three years. Sounds like a
long time to be undercover.

Oh, not really. I know guys
who've done four years, more.

Initially I only signed up
for six months.

Oh, stressful line of work.

Yeah, well, yours looks worse.

Yeah, it's just a lot
to get my head around.

So many charges
against so many people.

Yeah, well another year out there
I'd have got twice that.

Well, this is enough.

Ah, I was just a bit confused
as to who's who.

Three of the dealers
you distributed to

have the surname Nguyen,

and the family you distributed for.

Yeah,
well what you've gotta understand

is that 40% of the Vietnamese
population are called Nguyen.

Right.
But I never called them that.

See this bloke? This is Nugget.

Now, he calls himself that
'cause he reckons it's more Aussie.

And this bloke -

this is Wanda.

And this, this is Schapelle.
Schapelle?

Yeah, well, get this.
He's sitting at a bus stop, right,

and a labrador takes a liking to
him, so he starts patting it, right?

And two seconds later,
a pair of coppers walks up to him

and he gets done for a bag of pot
he's stashed in his sock.

So we all gave him the Schapelle
Corby Award for Excellence.

Ah, so by the time you called in
the case,

you were making weekly
distributions of heroin

to these six dealers,
on behalf of the Nguyen family -

Ah, well, I ran the Fairfield patch.

Would the amounts you distributed
vary or... (Clears throat)

..ah, or was it routinely
one-ounce weights?

Look, can we do this, ah,
another time?

What? Like, ah, tomorrow?
Something like that?

Um... sure. Yeah.

Alright, I'll... I'll see you then.
OK.

Are you actually reading
this High Court judgement?

Ah, we do need to know this stuff.

Super conch.

Any good ideas for my hen's?

How about bowling?

Great! Bowling.

As in, old people with dementia,
in white outfits,

rolling balls on the grass.
When I said Grandma had to like it-

No, no. Not lawn bowls.
Ten-pin bowling.

You hire out a lane,
they provide the food, the music.

No.

Hey, I had a bowling party once
and people got really into it.

How old were you turning? Six?

You did say unconventional.

Communal shoes, Richard.

I'm thinking that I should put one of
these chairs on my wedding registry.

What do you think?
Hh-hmm.

Sor-ry!

Hey, don't you want to know why
there were condoms in the kitchen?

Not really.

You've never had sex anywhere
except bed, have you?

What's wrong with sex in bed?
It's comfortable.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who's talking
about sex without me?

Richard likes sex in a bed.
Old school.

He's big on comfort.

I'm impressed you're getting
any action at all, big guy.

I'll admit, I have worried.

That's yours.
Oh, is this for me?

I've got a sentencing and a mention
scheduled for the same time.

Mm, which one are you palming off?

Well, I've got a soft spot
for the Annandale arsonist,

plus I want to meet Judge Rapson.

And his duck.

His duck?
Yep.

He's got a-
He's got a duck?

What sort of duck?

I don't know. A duck's a duck.

No, it could be an Australian
wood duck,

a Pacific black, Aylesbury, Muscovy,

though that's technically
part of the goose family.

You two are losers.

Me?
Not entirely accurate.

Do you have a copy of the defence
psych reports?

Um...

Ben, this is in court tomorrow!

Look, you're a sprinter.
No!

Look, it's a no-brainer, OK?

And you get your own psych.
David's hooked it up already.

Some professor someone
with a cardigan and bad shoes.

Yeah, except what you're not saying

is there's a shitload of work to be
done and you don't want to do it.

Me and cardigans are just,
you know...

I've got too much work
to do already.

OK, it's already been done.
Janet's done it, OK?

The guy's already been
convicted for murder.

All you need to do is make sure
he gets 25 years.

And you get your own psych!

Um, why 25?

The cops want to be able
to knock off five years

if he gives them information

on all the other murders they think
he's committed.

Who... who is this guy?

Morris Banks.

Morris Banks?

Underworld psychopath, Morris Banks?

25 years, big guy.

Banks will only talk if he knows
he's in for a farking long time.

So glad you dropped by.
Thanks.

I need four weeks off in February.

Four weeks?

I have nothing scheduled,
no ongoing matters.

Janet, February's when
the legal year opens.

It's going to be flat out.

I've organised it so I won't be
needed in court until March.

Can't you take time off in January
when it's quiet?

I haven't got much control
over the timing, I'm afraid.

What, more cycling in Thailand?
Cambodia, and no.

Well, where are you going this time?

Royal Women's. I'm having a caesar.

Well, that's...

..unexpected.

How far are you?

12 weeks.

13 on Friday.

Janet, you can't be pregnant!
I am.

What about your work?
What about here?

I'm not disappearing.
It's four weeks.

Janet, a caesar is
major abdominal surgery.

You'll be gone for six weeks
minimum,

even if you've planned
everything to a tee,

which I'm sure you have-
I have.

Well, we'd better hope everything
goes to plan, then.

I don't have a fatal disease,
David.

I'm having a baby.

(Sighs) Four weeks?

Four weeks.

Janet...

..congratulations.

Thanks.

I did talk to the police.

They said 'rape' was a strong word.

Ah-ha.
I mean, what else would you call it,

when you only had sex with somebody
because they were pretending

to be someone else?
He said he was Phil.

Were you drugged?

No.
How did you not know who he was?

It was a blind date.

It'd been... a long drought.

This guy shows up at the door,
he says he's Phil.

I'm confused.
Did you consent to the sex?

Well, yes I did, but not with him.

See, this is my whole point.

I thought that he was somebody else.

Phil.

Yes, yes, Phil the dentist.

You know, six foot, hot,
divorced a year ago.

But, the man you had sex with
instead, you said he was short?

Definitely not hot.

I'm sorry,
then why did you have sex with him?

Because he said he was Phil.

If the court pleases,
I appear on behalf of the DPP

in the matter of Cyrus.

What's this one about?

Ah, Mr Cyrus has been
charged with criminal damage.

What are the allegations?

That on Sunday, April 3rd,

Mr Cyrus used a heavy-duty
butane blowtorch

to set fire to the 50-year-old
camellia hedge

bordering the children's play area

on Short St, Annandale.

Mr Cyrus, I presume.

Ah, yes sir.

You've decided to represent yourself
in this matter?

Ah, yes sir, I have.

Well, are you going to
enter a plea today?

Ah, look, before we get to that -

um, I mean - not guilty, obviously -

but I was just wondering, could
I have one more day to prepare?

Your Honour, I fail to see how
an extra day will make any difference

in preparation.
(People chuckling)

What you're seeking, Mr Cyrus,
is an adjournment.

Adjournment.
That's the one sir, yes.

Your Honour,
we have three witnesses ready to go.

(Sighs)

What do you say, Mr Duck?

Shall we agree
to a day's adjournment?

(Awkward murmurs)

(Distant sirens)

You, ah, following me, are you?

Not intentionally.

Have you been sitting here
that whole time?

Look, I'm not great in offices,
you know.

Never have been.

So, it's probably why they
suggested undercover, you know?

Well, how long were you a cop
before you went undercover?

Oh, I don't know.
I was pretty green.

Not quite two years.

It's got to be bizarre,

going back to your old life
after all that.

Yeah, well you can't go back,
not really.

I mean, nothing's the same.
And back then I had a normal life -

friends, girlfriend.

But I liked being a copper.

And undercover, I mean,
that's hero stuff, you know?

You tell a 24-year-old dickhead
he can be a hero

and what answer
do you reckon you'll get?

Well, I'm sure
you weren't a dickhead. Yeah.

Do they give you counselling?

After an operation like this?

Look, I'm doing well, OK?

I mean, you've known me for one day

and you're already
sending me off to the psych.

Well, it's not a normal way to live.

Yeah, well, the psych
gave me a whale tape.

A whale tape?

Yeah, you know, like...

..whale sounds.

Like, um -

Arhooo-mm.

(Laughs)

Well, that's... that's pathetic.

Well, it is kind of calming.

ERIN: She'd had one chat
with Phil on the phone -

her girlfriend lined it all up.

Vanessa had no idea
what Phil actually looked like.

But her girlfriend told her
he was hot?

And a dentist, and loaded.
So they spoke on the phone...

And she invited him round
for a massage.

She's a masseuse?
Uh-huh! So, she's waiting for him,

she's all decked out in her sexy
undies, and she's done her hair,

but before he gets there,
the doorbell rings-

Hey, Harry.
Hi.

How you coping
with the world's longest day?

Episode eight
and he still hasn't had lunch.

So, the doorbell rings
and this other guy,

some candidate for council
doing a doorknock -

he's standing there.

But before he gets to say anything,
she asks, 'Are you Phil?'

What'd he say? To a woman
standing there in her undies?

He said. 'Yes.'

Vanessa's defaced all the posters on
every telegraph pole in her suburb,

turning all the 'cans' into 'can'ts'.

Wow, hit with the ugly stick.
Bit harsh.

But she still had sex with him.
Why?

He said he was Phil. Long drought.

No excuse.

So, she and Luke Woodford,
who's pretending he's Phil,

they're doing it and it's all good,

but then the doorbell rings again.
And it's the real Phil?

Handsome, 250-grand-a-year,
hot-for-it dentist, Phil.

So who's she expecting us to charge?

Luke, the council guy.

With what, being fugly?

Rape. At first I thought
there was no case, but...

What do you think,
resident rape expert?

Please don't call me that.

I hate this thing. Can I kill it?
Hey, allow me.

So, the issue of rape

revolves around the issue
of the free agreement to sex.

And if she was having sex
with Luke the council guy

because she thought it was
Phil the dentist and it wasn't,

then that is, arguably, rape.

Thank you.

It's not rape if you're just bummed
that you slept with the wrong guy.

What's that?

My future signature.
Possible versions of.

You're changing your name
to Tatum de Groot?

You're changing your name?
I'm getting married.

Not in the '50s. It's romantic
for me to take Conrad's name.

You think?

Feminists worked hard
so you could keep your own name.

Feminists would surprise you.

I'm pretty sure
Janet's getting a procedure.

Lips, forehead, boobs?
What do we think?

Janet barely makes time for
a haircut.

Check out Tracey's board.
She's out of here all of Feb.

Thanks for this, Dr Ward.
Take a seat.

That's an impressive chair.
Ahh, impressive's one word.

Well, not every lawyer has a chair
like this in their office.

So, you...

..met with Morris Banks?

Yes, this morning.

Um, can you make a diagnosis
of any psych illness?

Well, it will be impossible
for the defence to argue

that he's not psychopathic.

He shot that postman in the face for
delivering his mail to the wrong box,

and then sat down to finish
a peanut butter sandwich.

Um, the defence will argue
that he was mentally ill

and in terms of sentence, that
should be a mitigating circumstance.

We will argue for 25 years
but they'll be trying for much less.

Morris Banks just kills without
a second thought.

He considers it simply
making a complaint.

This chair is actually, um,

quite comfortable.

It was a gift.

It's certainly a statement.

A statement of what?

Well, in my opinion, a person
who chooses this kind of chair

is expressing
a repressed sexual desire.

(Laughs) Um,

I didn't choose it,

just so you know.

Well, you choose to keep it.

Janet, you got a minute?
Ah yeah, just a minute.

Oh no, don't worry
if you're escaping.

I was just going to see if we could
bounce around some ideas on a case.

Ash bought some theatre tickets
but let's bounce tomorrow, hey?

Great. Which play? When did you
go sneaking into my office?

I was looking for these.

Oh, you lent them to me.
I did?

Well, don't tell anyone
I like Beyonce.

Oh, my God, it's happening.
I'm forgetting things.

It was all in a rush.
I'm not surprised you don't remember.

I thought that whole being
absent-minded...

(..when you're pregnant was a myth.)

(I never forget things.)

(I really wouldn't worry.)

That's not dinner, I hope?

Oh, no, I ran out of time for
lunch, and now I'm compensating.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you,
I was going to call anyway.

We should do a conference
on Mervich.

Whenever. Just let me know.

Ah, here's my lift.

We need to do an edit on
the record of interview.

Take out the Heather-Marie parts
that are inadmissible. OK.

I'll call you tomorrow, OK?
Organise a time?

Since when do you need
your solicitor

to help you edit a record of
interview, counsel?

I'm being nice.

Awfully.
(Chuckles)

Amelia Ward might just be
the smartest woman I've ever met.

You know, she's got
psychiatry degrees

from four different universities?

How does she fit it all in?

She is old.
She's not that old.

At least 40.

Who's 40?
If she's 40, she's looking good.

You think she looks good?

You can't ask him
a question like that.

It's like asking me if
I think some guy's hot.

Richard's brain just can't go there
with girls.

Who cares if she's 90, OK?

Tomorrow she's an expert witness
and that's all I'm going to need.

What's happening tomorrow?

Richard has to get Morris Banks
sentenced to 25 years.

Morris Banks? He's one bad dude.
Mm.

You can't wear a pissy suit like that

when you put away
a man like Morris Banks.

It's all that survived
the asbestos, I'm afraid.

Lend him yours.
No, really.

Yeah, yeah. Cool.

(Mouths)

Here, borrow it.

No, I-

Gays care about clothes. Tatum
cares about you. I care about Tatum.

Wear the suit.

LINA: Mmm.

Oh, I'm going to get us some plates.

OK, I'll be civilised.

How come you never thought about
doing undercover work?

Oh, I don't know.
I'd rather have a life.

And why does anyone do it?

Adrenaline, maybe?

I don't know.
Those guys can be pretty intense.

I had a meeting with one today.

He's been undercover on the
Nguyen case for three years.

Such an odd guy.

You know, nice,
but just all over the place.

Really edgy.

Maybe you, ah, made him nervous.

They put nervous people under cover?

You make me nervous.

I'm so glad you're interested
in my conversation!

I am interested in all of you.

Every little bit.
And the bigger bits, too.

I like it all.

I think he's suffering from
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Who?
Adam, the undercover guy.

Well, I wouldn't be surprised.

He'd have been living in a shit pile
to get that case on your desk.

Who knows
what he's had to go through?

Have we talked enough yet?

(Groovy music)

Hey. I left you a message.
Did you get it?

Don't you have anything
better to do?

You want another drink?

Don't feel obliged.

You should have been at the pub
last night. They had a band.

Did a Beyonce cover.
You'd a' liked that.

Where did I get that CD from?

The Beyonce one,
the night of the Christmas party?

I don't know.
You went into a bunch of offices

and came back with a pile of CDs.

Did you come in with me,
to a bunch of offices?

Why all the questions?

I want to know if that's how
you got the file on the AG.

That CD was in Janet's office.
So was the file.

If I brought you in-
I could have what, stolen the file?

From right under your nose?
And then slept with you?

No wonder you won't go out with me.
You think I'm an arsehole.

I do have some ethics.

(Grunts)

No wonder Kowalski picked you
for that bolt-cutter case.

You think the worst of everyone.

You don't really think you can
win that one, do you?

How's this for a deal?

You don't say another word
about work, or Rhys Kowalski,

and I'll let you sit here
and buy me wine all night.

Oi!

Bottle of that pinot please, mate.

(Groans)

(Snoring)

(Groans)

It's eight o'clock, you-

Sorry.

Secret's out.

I have to be in the office.

I'm not sure you can call it a
one night stand if it happens twice.

How could I be so dumb?

Well, you're allowed to like him.

I don't even like him!
He's got revolting shoes.

Then why'd you sleep with him again
if you don't like him?

I don't know.

Well, you have to know.

The last thing I remember,

I was at Gar's Bar,
Jimmy was buying me drinks

saying we should sleep together.

And I was saying, 'No way! I'm still
getting over the shock of last time.'

(Laughs)
It's like some sort of bad joke.

And then?

I must have got drunk enough
to say yes.

Oh.

It's Conrad's suit.

Oh, you guys must be tight!

He likes to see people well dressed.

Uh huh.

OK, I know you saw her first,
but I bags the cougar at ten o'clock.

That's my psych expert.

Good morning, Richard.

Ben McMahon.
I work with Richard at the DPP.

Pleased to meet you.
I'm Dr Amelia Ward.

Pleasure's all mine, Dr Amelia Ward.

Nice suit.

This?

Well, we should probably get moving.

I'd better leave you two cats to it.

Kick some Walker butt, won't you?

Thanks for reminding me it's
the one judge who hates me.

You're quite the fan of that view.

You weren't kidding about Rapson.

You thought I was kidding?
How has nobody had him removed?

You realise it's a
curious state of affairs

when a case rests on me being on
the right side of an umbrella?

I brought you something to
help with that.

Secret weapon?
Mmm.

Does it come with instructions?
Hm.

Oh, lucky you wore your best suit.

Actually, it's not my suit.
Another gift?

Ah, borrowed.

Oh. Somebody else's suit, a racy
chair that you don't even like.

Perhaps you're more comfortable

with other people
making decisions for you, Richard.

Do other people feel like
you're constantly analysing them?

Yes, they do.

And I am.

All rise.

Ah, we meet again, Mr Stirling.

We do, Your Honour.

I wonder,
what might we expect from you today.

I see you intend to grace us
with a witness.

Yes, yes, Your Honour.

That's if you don't inspire
another one to go walkabout,

or lose her memory.

Yes, Your Honour.

I mean no, Your Honour.

(Knock on door)

Do you have a minute?
No!

Well, I have a question.
Throw them in the river.

Throw who in the river?
If they float, they're off the hook.

Works about as well as what we do.
It really is important.

Two minutes.

What do I do if my witness
may be suffering from

post-traumatic stress
from working undercover?

Your cop who bagged the Nguyens?

Well, it's not from a doctor, it's
just from observing his behaviour.

And what's that like? Is he anxious?
Very.

Hyper-vigilant?
Yes.

Difficulty concentrating?

What, are these all the symptoms of
post-traumatic stress? They are.

They're also pretty common in
heroin addicts.

Is he skinny? Red eyes?
Got the shakes?

No, he's not on heroin-

And it goes without saying
he used undercover.

Well, he's a cop, Tony.

Oh, give me a break.

You do not spend three years
that deep in a heroin syndicate

saying, 'No, thanks mate,
maybe next time.'

Legally it's in the bag, right?

Well, not if he's on drugs.
That jeopardises the whole case.

Only if the defence finds out.

Well, how am I going to hide that?

I'm not qualified to
manage someone's drug problem.

The police were happy enough to let
him use drugs to get the evidence.

Do you think they'll have a problem

with him using a bit more to
give the evidence? (Groans)

He's only got to get through
three or four days in the box.

That's your advice? Advise my witness
to shoot up each day before court?

Well,
I'm not saying I'd want to know,

but whatever gets him through.

There's pragmatism...
and there's pragmatism!

All rise.

Mr Cyrus?
Yes.

I hope my agreeing
to yesterday's adjournment

means that you're now
well and truly prepared.

Oh, ready to go, Your Honour.

Mr McMahon? How about you?

It seems Mr McMahon is
not quite ready to proceed.

Apologies, Your Honour.
We're quite ready. The both of us.

There's a section in the legislation

that defines consent as
not being free agreement,

if the person's mistaken
about the identity

of the person
they're having sex with.

Is there a section in there about
people who wish they were mistaken?

Sorry? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a
train wreck today. Shitty night.

How was yours? Good play?

Oh, Ash told me it was a play

but I didn't realise that
applied to Mary Poppins.

So, technically,

if Vanessa was mistaken about
Luke's identity, there's no consent?

Yeah, that's right.
But look, it is unusual,

because most cases of
mistaken identity

are when a person's asleep,
they wake up, they have sex

because they think the person
next to them is their partner,

but it isn't.

Vanessa did ask Luke if he was Phil.
He said he was and she let him in.

Yeah, well,
it sounds like she's got a case.

She was mistaken about his identity.

It's possible the judge could rule
that she was raped.

I'm intrigued to hear how it goes.
Mmm.

Have I said anything I don't
remember about plastic surgery?

Not to me.

Because Tatum left a business card
on my desk for a plastic surgeon.

Ah, I think she's noticed on
Tracey's board

that you're taking
four weeks off next year.

She's been putting two and two
together and getting... What?

..boobs, or lips, or nose.

She's ruled out lipo. Apparently
your legs are the best in here.

So organised!

Why does everybody have to see
everything on this bloody board?

Sorry?

Why the hell is my business
so fucking public?

If you would just calm down-

Keep it on your computer, Tracey,
like the rest of the planet.

This thing does come with a
calendar function, you know.

Janet, if you have some sort of
problem with my whiteboard-

This is so bloody public service.

Hasn't anyone got more interesting
things to gossip about in here

than me taking time off?

(Bird sings)
Cranky Elvis.

Thanks, Harry.
Thanks.

(Electronic beep)

Sorry about yesterday.
Made sure I got my coffee this time.

Oh, do you really need two?

One's for you.

I took a guess. Flat white.
Is that OK?

That's great, thanks.
No worries.

Ah, Adam, before we start,
there's something I have to ask.

Yeah?

In the surveillance tapes,

there's a lot of talk about how
it's a waste to smoke the heroin.

Well, you need twice the amount to
get the same high when you smoke it.

It's much cheaper to inject.

Then why does anyone bother
smoking it in the first place?

Well, that's cultural.

No self-respecting Vietnamese kid
wants to be an Aussie junkie.

So, if Mum and Dad
see their track marks, then-

So they'll spend twice as much
just to save their reputation?

I mean, out there, you lose face,
you lose respect.

Well, at some point, though,
the addiction must take over.

Yeah, and if they run out of cash,
then they don't give a fuck.

How did you survive that world?

Well, who says I survived?

I've got those whale tapes,
remember?

Have, have you considered

you might be suffering
from post-traumatic stress?

I'm fine, OK.

You don't - you don't seem fine.

Yeah, well, I am.

I understand that getting
this deep into a heroin scene

might mean you-

I'm still going to ask you.
You know shit.

Um, in the surveillance tapes,

it's unclear as to
how you packaged the heroin.

It's always the same.

We sell it in caps,
.2, .3 grams of heroin in each.

Then you wrap the caps in foil.

Half the time it's from inside
a ciggy packet.

And then you seal it
in plastic balloons.

I spilt coffee on myself.

(Sobs)

They should teach you at Law School

how to deal with
covert drug operatives.

Hey, normally it's me
hiding out in the bathroom.

Oh, God. I'm losing my shit.

Yeah. How lame.

Dr Ward, could you explain Robert
D Hare's psychopathy checklist?

It's a clinical rating scale
of 20 items.

Each item is scored on a three-point
scale, ranging from zero to two

according to specific criteria.

Ah, criteria such as...?

In addition to lifestyle
and criminal behaviour,

the checklist assesses grandiosity,
pathological lying, lack of remorse,

failure to accept responsibility
for one's own actions, so forth.

In layman's terms, a value of zero.
What does that mean?

Zero would mean none of the items
I've just stated apply.

And a rating of one?

One would mean
those items apply somewhat.

Two would mean that those
items apply fully.

What rating have you applied to
the defendant, Morris Banks?

Two.

I found Morris Banks to be
chronically unstable and antisocial,

with a high risk of recidivism

and a small likelihood of
rehabilitation.

In my opinion, his criminality,

reactive anger, impulsive violence,

would all strongly suggest
antisocial personality disorder.

Or in simpler terms...

He's as psychopathic as
anyone I've ever seen.

What then do you think of
the defence's submission

that Morris Banks is mentally ill

and should therefore receive
a shorter jail term?

I think it's rubbish.

I'd be very concerned if this
man were ever to be released.

(Humming a beat)

Remind me never to
take you clubbing.

I don't suppose that
ridiculous look on your face means

that you've come up with
something brilliant for my hen's?

Ask me what I got. I was going to
ask you about wedding hair.

27 years, 20 non-parole.

The maximum's 25.

Yeah, well, Walker gave him two more
years for tampering with the mail,

and said he had to serve it
cumulatively.

How did you manage that?
Amelia. She was brilliant.

Walker hung off her every word.

(Phone rings)

Richard Stirling.

Oh hi, Amelia. How are you?

You were fantastic.

Oh, amazing. Thank you so much.

Oh, I'll check. Hang on.

Under the-

Aha. I can see it right here.
You must have left it-

Oh, no, no, that's fine. Don't worry.

Oh, whenever suits, really.

I stay back late anyway, so.

Um, what are you doing?

No woman leaves her handbag all day
by mistake. Doesn't she reapply?

Um, great. OK, I'll see you soon.

You can't be touching that.

I was just looking. No, just-

It's a shame you did that.

Go.
Yep.

You're an absolute legend.
It worked?

Mr and Mrs Duck are
off in court room 12 somewhere

having their way with each other.

Now,

for saving my arse with Rapson.

Dinner?

Mm. Call me old-fashioned.
Come on, I owe you one.

What are you doing tonight?

I'm busy.

Busy doing what? Washing your hair?

Having dinner.

Am I allowed to ask who?

No.

He's not a lawyer.

He's a jogger, isn't he? He jogs.

We were always pretty clear,
weren't we, about-

Yeah, no, friends. Just friends.
No exclusivity clauses here.

Well, friends with certain benefits.
Yeah, same page.

I mean, just 'cause we benefit
each other,

doesn't mean we can't
benefit other people, right?

Glad we clarified that.

(Phone rings)

Richard Stirling.

That's fine.
Security know to let you through.

OK, bye.

(Door opens and shuts)

Hi.

I didn't even see it there
until you called.

I'm so sorry.

I - I tried gluing it.

Am I in trouble?

I have an idea that I think
might help you, Richard.

Help me? Ah, I need help?

Rargh!

You obviously like red.

I do. I do.

I like red.

Which signature do you like best?
The curly T or the curly D?

You're not going to do it like that
for the wedding?

It was a trial.
This is what hair trials are for.

Paying someone to do your hair

so you know that's not the way
you want to do your hair?

Finally, he gets it.

Which one?

(Door opens) But you're a Novak.
That's who you are.

Conrad!
Well, have you told your Dad?

What happened to you?
My suit? Where's my tie?

I'm sorry, Conrad. I'll replace
everything. I'll replace it.

Just tell me where you bought them.

Just the buttons were
50 bucks each, Richard.

Amelia did this, didn't she?
Who's Amelia?

You had sex with her, didn't you?
Her? Her?

In your office?
On the chair.

Wait, the chair I gave you?

It all happened very, very fast.

You can't have sex on my chair
without asking.

Why - why are you worried
about a chair?

Richard's obviously having
a sexuality crisis.

Mate, obviously
you're very confused.

Maybe wearing my suit
made you feel a bit hetero.

(Door closes)

It's me.
Hey, you.

What's wrong?

Um, I just spoke to a mate of mine
in the Drug Squad.

He, ah, he said to me

your guy, Adam,
that's him, right, Adam?

Yeah, why?

Well, he's disappeared.

Left some email about
being no good to anyone.

He's quit. He's done with it,

the case, the job, the whole thing.
Shit!

My mate says he's got no idea
what went wrong.

The last thing Adam did
was have a meeting at the DPP.

What the fuck
did you say to him, Lina?

How about what the fuck
did you lot do to him?

You know he's an addict. It's not
your job to care about him, Lina.

It's your job
to care about the case!

If my witness can't function in court
without sticking a needle in his arm

where's my case then?
You do not fuckin'-

He lost it with me today
over one question he didn't like.

What happens when he's cross
examined and then he gets 50?

OK, is that the case?

Yeah, this is, this is three years
of Adam's work. Right.

And how much of it plays
without him? Without him?

Nothing.
Look, two claims for possession.

Two claims? OK, well let me file
the rest of it for you then, OK?

Police do all the work!

And then it gets to you guys.
What do you do?

(Door closes)

(Door opens, closes)

I had to know what I was
dealing with, Andy.

Does it matter?
That's what one cop had to do

to bring down the Nguyen's
entire syndicate.

If I'm in court depending on
his evidence, it matters a lot.

Whoah, where are you going?

I'm going to find him, see if
I can change his- Don't be crazy.

He's depressed, alone, he's got a
heroin problem, he could do anything.

It's got to be someone's job
to care about him.

OK, wait. You're not going
on your own, alright? Get in.

(Aggravated yells)

The guy's done three years
undercover, Lina.

He'd know how to disappear
better than anyone.

Adam's got to be getting his gear
from somewhere.

Well, then we're back to
the Nguyens.

That's one of them. Stop.

(Indecipherable shouting)

ANDY: Hey, hey!

Got a minute, guys?

We're looking for a friend of ours.

You seen him lately?

Nuh.

Well, maybe look again.

He hasn't done anything wrong.

Come on, let's go.

Schapelle, isn't it?

It's important we find him.

Yeah, how important?

Listen, we're not here
to buy information.

We're here to find a friend of ours
so can you help us out or not?

Don't need a uniform
to spot a prick, eh?

Look, have you seen him?
What are you doing? No, no, no

Easy, copper.
I'm dealing with the lady here.

Can you tell us anything or not?

Well, I can tell
she's giving you a bit, hey...

..cunt-stable.

He's got nothing.

Let's go, Lina.

(Laughs mockingly)

Ah, easiest money I ever made.

Give it up, Lina.

If Adam wants to be gone, he's gone.

(Starts engine)

Mm-hm.

Sex on a chair.
Tatum!

How did you even do it?

You told him?
Have sex at work, you pay the price.

What's that?

Amelia's bill.

Bill? Am I missing something?

She spent up big at the hotel.

Three in-house movies?
Adult movies, at $12.50 each.

200 bucks on the mini bar?

Good luck sorting it out
with Tracey.

No, please, don't tell her now.
I couldn't bear it.

You need me alive.
I'm your chief bridesmaid.

I've got duties.

You don't have to keep pretending
you hate Jimmy.

I do hate Jimmy.
Oh, Erin, it's obvious.

You slept with him, twice.
You like him. So what?

I think maybe I leaked the AG file.

You? Maybe what?

After the Christmas party,
when I was with Jimmy,

I took one of Janet's CDs.

How incriminating.

So, I must have gone into the office
to find it.

The file would have been
right there with the memo.

What, he was with you
in Janet's office?

Well, he says he wasn't,
but who knows?

Ah, you wouldn't have shown it
to Jimmy.

Well, I thought the AG was
an arsehole as much as anyone.

Maybe Jimmy asked
and I was drunk enough to say,

'Yes, here you go, look at this.'

I've really fucked things up.

Erin, you're not even sure.

Three hours later, Jimmy knew
everything and wrote the article.

You're a lawyer, Lina.
What does the evidence say to you?

(Mobile phone beeps)

'Got address for Adam's next of kin.
Worth a shot.'

I thought I was supposed to be
giving up.

(Knocking)

Ah, sorry to bother you.
I'm Lina Badir.

I'm with the Department of
Public Prosecutions.

Are you Mrs Giang Long?

Giang Long, yes.

Ah, well I've been working
with your son, Adam.

You haven't heard from him at all
in the last day or so?

May I come in?

Well, I didn't think
you'd be here.

Thought I'd be back
working for the Nguyens?

Or what, OD'd?

It crossed my mind.
Yeah, well, disappointed you.

You do have options, Adam.
We can support you -

delay the trial,
get you on a methadone program.

That's an amazing tattoo. The bird.

Was Skye your girlfriend?

You said you had a -

(Softly) Sorry.

I saw her about a year ago now.
Skye.

In a park, in the city.

She had shorter hair
and she was pushing a pram.

I was doing this deal
with some arsehole,

trying to impress the Nguyens.

I looked like shit.

I don't know how she recognised me
but she did.

And I remember I was looking,
I was wondering,

'I wonder if she's got
a little baby girl in that pram.'

And I was wondering
if she'd called it May,

like she always wanted.

Then she waved, and started
turning that pram, you know.

And she was coming over.

She was fucking coming over,
and she was gonna blow this.

What did you do?

I got the fuck out of there,
didn't I?

You know, I was a drug dealer.

I'm not supposed to know
nice ladies with prams.

Look,

I'm a fuckhead.

You're very sweet worrying about me
and everything but I -

Will you at least think about it?

This doesn't have to be your life.

Enjoy your three-hour lunch break?

Tracey, if I used my own money
for work purposes-

You know what to do.
Fill in the form.

I'm not sure if it's really going
to work on a form, this-

You know what? It's under control.

(Sighs)

I'm gonna take a run up to Clarence
where, uh-

Raye Stone was murdered. Yeah.

Well, I was hoping
you'd like to come.

According to the police report,

the first blow got him directly
in the face. You OK? Fine.

I'm not coping at all.

This is horrible -
horrible, but you can handle it.

You had this case before.
It should have stayed with you.

They can't get rid of me because
I won't work on violent cases.

There will always be cases
you don't want to pursue,

but if we can make it safe

for one woman to walk home
from the train at night,

then it's worth
a few sleepless nights.

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