All language subtitles for Crownies s01e14.eng

All you've given me
for eight weeks is sex.

I can't take it anymore! Just
something else, anything. Please?

If you can't cope, I'm more than
happy to write a glowing reference.

Guess who's instructing
the Quinn case.

David thinks you're hot.
Or dispensable.

No forensic evidence, no crime scene
evidence and no medical evidence.

Just the statements
of the two women.

Who waited two years
before going to the police.

And then he drove off into the night,

just one tail light looking back
at us, like an eye, always watching.

I'll do what I have to
to put that man in jail.

She's articulate, David,
and she's believable,

and she wants some good
to come of this.

She's just put in
for crime compensation.

How much?
20 grand and a trip to Sierra Leone.

The defence are going to paint her
as greedy and opportunistic.

You had consensual sex
with Nicholas Quinn.

It has nothing to do with the rape.

It's about the women's credibility.

Now they're saying that details
were left out, changing the story.

£ What do I do
Stand in a shop

£ Waiting for that money to drop

£ Stand all day on a concrete slate

£ My feet all 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: £ What do I do?

£ What am I to do? £

RHYS: These are the silent ones,
the invisible one.

The ones who,
for those of us who work in the city,

are in front of our eyes every day
and yet we don't see.

They clean our homes
and our workplaces,

they wipe up ordinary messes
of our lives,

without complaint and with care.

And all they ask
is that we treat them

with respect and common humanity.

But respect and humanity were absent
from that country weekender

on the night of 10 October 2009,

and in its place came fear,
humiliation, degradation and rape.

You will hear about the brutal sexual
assault of two trusting women -

Nadia Tesla and Bintu Sesay -
by a man they thought was good,

an important man who lied to...

If... if I could
just stop you there.

All this 'silent ones,
vulnerable ones'.

We're not writing a play.
Are we, Kowalski?

Effective language
is plain language.

Yes, of course, David.

We might not be allowed to do an
opening. What time's the committal?

Two, but our witnesses are coming in
this morning for a final conference.

Good, good. Keep me informed.

I suppose David's edgy because
if this blows up, he'll cop it.

David Sinclair has life tenure, won't
be the director who burns for this.

That's why he can afford
to run a case so tenuous.

This isn't tenuous.
Really?

To me it looks like a missing tail
light and two inconsistent witnesses.

Am I missing something here, Ben?

(Knocking)

They make alarm clocks
for little boys too, you know.

And dummies for little girls.
So what do we have this morning?

Coronial inquiry into the death
of a young police Sgt

while on a training course.

Anthony Harrison - athletic kid
from a happy, stable family.

Bravery commendations,
rapid promotion, the future was his.

Decides to toss it all in
and try out for the EPG -

the Elite Protection Group.
How did he die?

That's what the coroner
will aim to discover, Tatum.

That's what coronial inquiries
are for.

But as counsel assisting
the coroner, Tony,

what are we saying happened?

On the night of 15 December,

7 days into an arduous
10-day selection course,

Sgt Harrison and his training
partner Sgt Dimitri Wright,

were woken from their sleep
and ordered on a 5km forced march.

Some time during the night,
Sgt Wright heard a scream,

a crashing noise and a thump.

At dawn, the body
of Sgt Harrison was discovered

at the base of a very steep hill.

He had wounds to his head
and forearm,

and fractures to his wrist and leg.

I will suggest Sgt Harrison died as
the result of a fall.

No evidence of drugs or foul play.
Training mishap.

That will be for the coroner
to review.

Sometimes you almost sound
professional.

I didn't win that wig
at the Easter show, chickadee.

So, are we ready?
You go on. I'll meet you there.

What have you forgotten?
Nothing!

I just want to go via the TAB.

It's a good tip!
You wanna get on it.

OK. This time, Rhys is going
to take you through

what the defence is probably
going to ask you today.

Thank you, Mr Kowalski,
for helping us.

The evidence is what's
going to help you, not me,

and that's what we're going to test.

You have a strong and moving story,
Nadia.

You tell it forcefully and well.

So, this morning might just help us
help you to not be surprised

by what's gonna happen.

(Siren blares in the distance)

DRIVER: You pay for what's
on the meter!

TONY: No way, champ.
That's all you're getting.

You pay me now!

You shouldn't have taken me
the long way then.

I never took the long way, mate.
Bloody idiot.

How much did you lose?
None of your business.

Mr Gillies.
Ah, Squire.

How'd you end up over the weekend?

Oh, couldn't pick me nose,
I'm afraid.

This'll be a smooth run?
Don't imagine it'll take long.

The matter's straight forward.
Good man.

Buy you a drink after?
(Chuckles) You know me.

That I do.

It's quiet.

Our compact today, missy,
is with the death.

Coroner's Court is not a place
of adversaries or arguments,

but of respect, and sober inquiry.

There's no-one on trial here.
So there's no accused.

A poor sod's dead, but there's
no-one in the dock for deading him.

Court of respect.
Exactly. I'll meet you in there.

So who's side are you on?

There are no sides today, sir.
It's an inquiry.

You've just answered my question.

Oh, I forgot to mention.

Sgt Wright, Sgt Harrison's
training partner,

won't be able to give evidence until
tomorrow. The flight was cancelled.

He lives in Redfern.
Not anymore. Walgett. Past Walgett.

(Chuckles)

Right.
CLERK: All rise.

Be seated.

Apologies, Your Honour.

The first witness,
Sgt Wright, has been delayed,

and won't be available
until tomorrow.

Should I proceed
with the second witness?

You're confident
the witness can appear tomorrow?

Um... Yes, Your Honour.
Then proceed.

Detective Kelleher, you were the
principal investigating officer

into the death
of Sgt Anthony Harrison.

I was, yes.

You've prepared a report
into the investigation,

which I will tender shortly.

What conclusions did you make?

The deceased was engaged
in a training course

that involved a level
of high-risk activity.

During one of these exercises,

the deceased became confused
in the dark,

lost his footing
and fell off a cliff.

He died at the scene.

Would it be correct to say there
were no sounds of a struggle

before Sgt Harrison's death?

Correct. Sgt Wright heard
what he thought was a cry,

and then the crash of bushes
breaking, and then nothing more.

No noise indicating a struggle.

In your report, you said you believe

the evidence indicated
an accidental death.

Has your opinion changed?
No, it has not.

Thank you, Detective.
I tender the report.

I'd like to ask some questions,
Your Honour. I'm Anthony's father.

Yes, Mr Harrison.

Did you find out why my son
was doing a forced march

in total darkness,
in an area he'd never been to,

with cliffs all around him,
on less than one hour sleep?

It was explained to me it was
a stage of the training course.

Do you think that sounds stupid,
if not reckless?

What were they trying to do to him?
I can't comment on that, sir.

I can and it's not called
an accident.

I would counsel you to be
very careful, Mr Harrison,

in what you're implying.

I'm not implying it. I'm saying it.

Not that I'll get an answer.

Whole thing's closed shop.

JUDGE: Detective, if no other parties
wish to cross examine,

then you are excused. Thank you.

I need a coffee.
Yeah, full on.

So, next of kin can cross-examine
witnesses just like that.

Well, generally they have counsel
to do it, but yes.

I said I need a coffee, skinny
latte. The place around the corner.

Three sugars.

Soy cappuccino, coming right up.

So, why the big move for the
training partner - Sgt Wright?

He get mouthy with someone?

Oh! I know,
you're not going to tell me.

They say these bush posts
are alright if you're laidback,

and if you can keep
your blinkers on.

Then it's the same as anywhere,
old son. Same as anywhere.

Now Nadia, four weeks after your
visit to Mr Quinn's weekender,

you lost your job. Is that correct?

That was because of him.
Please, just yes or no.

Four weeks after your visit
to Mr Quinn's weekender,

you lost your job.

Yes.

And some time later, you made a
statement to police complaining

that Mr Quinn had done certain things
to you while you were at his house.

Sexual things. Horrible, disgusting.

Now, the day after your visit
to the weekender, you came home.

It was a Sunday night.

The following day, a Monday,
you started work.

You didn't go to a doctor,
you didn't tell a friend.

You didn't even tell your boyfriend
who you were living with at the time.

But you want us to believe that
Mr Quinn did these things to you

for almost 3.5 hours
only the day before.

Is that your evidence?
Yes.

In fact, it would take you
23 months to report this.

He did these things...

It was 23 months before you reported
it to police. Wasn't it? Yes.

After you'd been fired from your job.
Yes. Yes!

Shall we continue?

This... and these.

And can you sign this please?
For Gail.

(Clears throat)
Richard.

Have you signed this card? For Gail.
Sure, she's lovely.

(Speaks indistinctly)

Hey, I was thinking, I feel like
I've come a long way in my time here,

and I've had some victories,
I've done some important work.

And while I like being
part of a team and offering advice,

I also like being independent. So...
Yes?

Well, I was thinking maybe...
Yes?

Richard, do you know the story
of the boy who cried 'wolf'?

Young man feels neglected,

and so looks for the attention
and admiration of his colleagues

by fabricating
a non-existent threat?

It works fine for a while,
but he's eventually eaten by a wolf

when everyone gets bored
of his tiresome complaints.

I don't remember it like that.

But did you know there's another
Aesop story about a boy and a wolf?

No. It's called The Boy
Who Didn't Cry Wolf.

Again, young man.

Again, feels neglected and
undervalued by his village,

and/or office.

But this time when he sees a wolf,
he doesn't call out anything,

or nothing understandable anyway.

So no-one saves him. He gets eaten.
Terrible story. A tragedy.

Um... Am I supposed to cry 'wolf'
now?

Yes! What do you want?
I want more challenging work.

That's all?
Yeah.

Good.
So?

Not yet.

Now you've lodged a claim for Victims
of Crime compensation. Haven't you?

I'm allowed.

In fact, you've claimed
the maximum allowable,

as well as return airfares
to Bucharest,

counselling and massage therapy.

They told me to do this. I deserve
something for what he does.

For offering you friendship?
For offering to help with your visa?

Did you find Mr Quinn attractive,
Nadia?

Come off it, Rhys!

Didn't you tell a workmate,

a Ms Sandra Harwood, that you thought
Mr Quinn was handsome? No!

Did you hope something might happen
between you?

A romance?
No!

But you've had relationships
with older men before. Many of them.

In fact, your boyfriend at the time
was much older. Wasn't he?

Ignore it. A magistrate will never
let him ask you that.

Can I suggest, Nadia,
that you're making all of this up,

that this is a lie
of a disappointed employee

against a powerful older man
that she felt had rejected her.

Objection!
You know how the system works.

You're playing to the hilt.
No!

Throw some mud at Mr Quinn and
Crimes Compensation will pay. Yes!

Yes what, Nadia?
Yes, he should pay.

He thinks he can just do
what he likes and then sack us?

He should pay!

Good.

You can't let yourself get angry.

But I am angry. He says I look for
a lover with Mr Quinn. He blames me!

I know.
We've talked about this before.

Rhys is only trying to prepare you
for what might happen.

The thing is, Nadia, you get angry
and it makes you look defensive.

And a defensive witness
looks like she's lying.

You did well, Nadia. Very well.
I'll walk you out if you like...

I'd like a moment first.
Of course. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Satisfying myself
we have a case to answer.

By breaking our witnesses before
they get in the box?

I've spent days earning the women's
trust, and you call her a liar!

She'll be called a lot worse
than that this afternoon.

Now I suggest you think less about
being Mr Fucking Empathy,

and more about backing me up.

Being nice won't win this.

Did you have trouble
finding the place?

I have heard it can be a bit tricky.

Prick! Prick! Prick!
How can you even work with him?

Prick, prick, pricks I work with?
You'll have to narrow it down.

Oh, Rhys cock-head Kowalski.
That prick prick prick.

Why? What's he done?

Just everything he can to derail
the Quinn committal

before it even begins.

And it's all about covering arse,

so that if it falls apart
he can say it wasn't his fault.

Rhys is a prick as a barrister,
granted, but he's a good man.

He wouldn't sabotage his own case.

Especially one he was forced
to take.

Ever thought he's just trying
to be prepared?

Oh, really? 'Cause he just basically
called our witness a slut.

Probably because he's allowed to.

Not Rhys' fault the way sexual
assault plays versus common assault.

If it was a common assault, if it'd
been a guy walking down a dark alley

who got bashed and robbed,

Rhys wouldn't get to ask, 'why were
you walking down an alley at night,

when you knew you had 80 bucks
in your wallet?'

Or, 'don't you think
that was a bit reckless?

Don't you think
you were asking for it?'

Only in sexual assault can you put
a victim's character in issue

to such an extent.

That doesn't seem the smallest bit
fucked up to you?

That women victims are treated
differently in the courts than men?

Never crossed my mind, Ben.

(Sighs)

Remember, you're both supposed to be
on the same side.

Hm!

Richard, tell me about feng shui.

Um...
Oh, I assumed you'd know.

Yes, it's the ancient Chinese art
of living.

Getting the most positive chi.
Isn't it?

Close. A rather tricky affray.
Great.

Perhaps you'd best get onto it.

So, Mrs Wolfe...

Wolfe?
Carol.

My notes say that you were involved
in an affray.

Which I did not start.

Before we get into the details,
I'd like to go through the statement

you gave the police,
if that's alright?

Oh, sure.
So let's go back to the start.

OK.
You have a six-month-old baby?

He's nearly two now.

And your baby's name is ... Rama?

So that wasn't a typo. OK.
And Rama wasn't sleeping.

No, and I tried everything -
singing, rocking,

wrapping tight, wrapping loose,
dummies, night lights, mobiles.

But finally you got Rama to sleep
consistently, you state,

in mid-November 2010.

Yes. It made such a difference,
to both of us.

And then in late November 2010,
your new neighbours moved in.

The Lees, Andrew and Poppy.
Generation Y.

But very different to you.
How do you mean?

Well, you have a poise
and a maturity about you.

And the same cannot be said
for the Lees -

so immature and selfish.

I'm sorry to hear that.
You're sensitive. I can tell.

I feel I'm in very good hands
with you.

Thanks.

TONY: Dr Zen, you were
the forensic pathologist

who examined Sgt Harrison?
DR ZEN: I was, yes.

What did you find were the injuries
he sustained?

A blunt force trauma
to the left hemisphere of the brain.

He also had a collies fracture
to his left wrist,

and a scrape to his right knee.

And are these injuries
consistent with a fall?

A tumble down a cliff,
landing on his hand,

and then over onto the left side
of his face.

And you found the blunt trauma
to the brain resulted in death?

Yes.
Thank you, Dr Zen.

Did you take toxicology samples?
Yes.

What did you find?

There were no drugs, prescription
or otherwise, in his system at all.

One final thing.

In your post-mortem report you note
you discovered Sgt Harrison

was suffering from
a tumour in the brain.

That's correct.
Will you explain what this was?

Sgt Harrison's tumour
was a relatively small glioma.

And would this tumour
have contributed

to Sgt Harrison's death?

No. In fact, it was
responsibly well encapsulated,

and, in my opinion,
it would have been treatable.

Thank you, Dr Zen.
I tender Dr Zen's post mortem report.

GARY: Gary Snyder,
acting for the Police Service.

Sgt Harrison didn't disclose this
tumour on his medical-history sheet

for entrance to the training course.
Did he?

No, but that may have been
an honest mistake on his part.

As I said, the glioma
was relatively small.

There's a chance Sgt Harrison wasn't
being affected by any symptoms,

and wasn't even aware he had it.

But you cannot say, however, that
he didn't experience any symptoms?

No.

So it's possible, isn't it,
that on the night he died,

Sgt Harrison did experience
symptoms.

For example, became disoriented,
suffered a seizure,

or even lost consciousness
as a result of this tumour.

Um... It is possible.

So the fall might not have been
due to the darkness,

or to the training exercise,
but due to the tumour -

a tumour his instructors
knew nothing about.

Isn't that a possibility?
Yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

I know none of us
are adversarial here,

but I think our police colleagues

are trying to blame Sgt Harrison
for his own death.

Do you just?
Don't you just?

I just saw a barrister
doing his job, following evidence.

Are you serious?
(Sighs)

Some of us don't let our emotions
cloud our judgements.

They're washing their hands of him.
But you know that already.

My family say leave it alone.
'You're making things worse.'

Worse. Shit!

Letting my son get treated like that
by people he thought had his back.

What sort of a father
would let that happen?

The Coroner can see what's going on,
Mr Harrison. She's not blind.

Wouldn't want to upset
your mates, eh?

I've been watching you.

Handshakes, pats on the back.

You're one of the boys,
and my son's dead.

(Background chatter)

You'll need to be clear on that fact
during cross examination.

Sorry.
Didn't realise you'd started.

Now...

..Ms Sesay, you say you were scared
of what Mr Quinn would do to you

if you left immediately after
the alleged assaults. Yes, sir.

But not so scared that
you couldn't go to work,

knowing you might see him there.
I had to work.

I understand.
And maybe you weren't that scared.

According to your second police
statement, you and Mr Quinn had

sexual relations before,
isn't that correct?

I was scared of him.

You didn't tell anyone about the
alleged assault for almost two years.

Is that correct?
Yes, sir.

And when you decided to tell someone
it was only because you'd run into

Ms Tesla again
at a later cleaning job.

Isn't that right?
Yes, sir.

And she told you about the crimes
compensation money for victims?

No.

She didn't tell you about
the compensation money?

She did, but that isn't why I told.

Nevertheless, you found out
there was money to be had.

Money, I imagine you needed.
As you say, you had to work.

I will tell you why I waited, sir.
Mr Quinn, he makes the laws.

What would happen to me,
from a man like that?

You didn't report this
'cause you're making it up.

There's only one liar in this -
Mr Quinn.

No further questions.

He thought we were nothing.
Dirt on his feet.

That no-one would listen
to women like us.

They're listening now, and they
see him for exactly what he is.

That was excellent, Bintu.
Really good. Thank you.

I think it's time.

(Police sirens)

(Sighs) I wish I could be
in there with you today.

Impossible, I know, and imprudent,
but I wish I was the one

looking Quinn in the eye
when he learns he'll

be called to account
for what he's done.

There he is.
I'll call you once it's over.

Call me at the first break.

FEMALE JOURNALIST: Mr Kowalski,
do you care to comment...?

Excuse me please.
Excuse me. Thank you.

FEMALE JOURNALIST: Excuse me.
MALE JOURNALIST: Nadia? Nadia?

Say something quickly
for the camera. Thank you.

(Camera clicks)

(Footsteps)

Sorry about that, Carol. I just had a
bit of an emergency on another case.

Oh, sure.
But I am back with you now.

(Sighs with relief)

So, um, you stated that the Lees
liked to play music late at night?

Yes. Karaoke.

And this karaoke
interfered with Rama's sleep?

Andrew told me he was going
for the Australian title,

so he needed to practise.

Richard, I like to think
of myself as a global citizen.

I make a real effort to get along
with all types of people.

What future does our planet
have otherwise?

But the constant, repetitive
singing... Mm. ..it was too much.

So, you contacted the police?

Yeah. Who didn't take me seriously.

I mean, one of them
was even laughing.

I am afraid that, uh,
sometimes the police

aren't always as sensitive
as they could be.

No, and I understand that.
They have murderers to deal with.

Which is why I bought these.

(Metal and glass clattering)

I felt like I had no other choice.

As well as a great big,
fuck-off flower horn,

but I couldn't bring that in.

(Gasps) Um...
what is all this, Carol?

I'm not a confrontational person -
I hate violence -

so I wasn't going to become physical
to get them to leave.

But I thought,
'The Chinese heritage -

maybe there's something in that.'
Mm.

And finally... it came to me.

£ Oriental music
Enter the dragon.

(Gong struck)
(Gasps)

You know how I said that
funny thing this morning

about wanting more challenging work?

Yes.
The thing is, maybe I don't anymore.

Maybe I was challenged enough
doing the work that I was doing.

You don't want the affray?

I'm not saying that.
It's a great case.

Did you actually have a peek at that
before you gave it to me? Why?

No reason. I just wondered if you
gave it to me because, uh, perhaps

you thought I was good
at dealing with unusual matters.

You asked for something difficult.

I scanned it, it looked difficult.
That was it.

I just hoped that all the challenges
weren't going to be the same sort

of challenges,
if you know what I mean.

No. What do you mean?

People with certain... unconventional
attitudes towards the law,

shall we say?

Every person who walks through our
door deserves diligent and impartial

representation,
no matter who they are

or what their attitudes might be.
Of course, Tracey.

Frankly, Richard,
I'm stunned by your attitude.

I thought you were better than this.

Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!
(Computer bleeps)

(Continuous bleep)

She pretends
she's completely impartial.

'I didn't even read the file,
Richard.'

But what... What happens is she
sees a nutter and thinks 'Richard'.

'Runaway-style witness? Richard.

Change-your-story-in-the-box
style witness? Richard.

Feng shui nutjob? Richard.'

And then tie it all up in a neat
little bundle and send it off

to Judge Walker
to complete the humiliation.

(Continuous bleep)
It's jammed. I know.

What, so your witness
whacked her neighbour with a mirror?

That doesn't make her a nutjob.

But she didn't whack
her neighbour with a mirror.

She arranged the mirror and pictures
of her own dead grandparents

in her window to harness
the power of feng shui

to whack her neighbours for her,
so to speak, to get them to move out.

Well, did it work?
Uh-uh.

But it did drive the other family
absolutely crazy,

especially when the in-laws
from Singapore came to visit.

(Paper tears)

Turns out that karaoke king's mother
is a serious feng shuist,

and she brought it big time.

Well, this is great!

How is it great?

And finally, it ends up in a meeting
in some local council dispute centre,

which turns into a massive
multi-party assault.

Not that we've
got to that part yet.

My witness had to leave halfway
through her statement. What do I do?

(Sighs)
Feng shui shit fight, hey?

Be affray. Be very affray.
£ Oriental music

Thank you.

They're heading back in.

OK.
Are you smoking?

Inspector Bindall,
you are the commander

of the Elite Protection Group.
Correct.

And you're also in charge
of its training course? I am.

Could you, uh, detail
the functions of the group?

EPG was formed in 2004
to deal with extraordinary

and high-risk police matters -

sieges, searches of dangerous
premises, arresting armed offenders.

And would it be correct to say
there's a rigorous selection process?

There has to be. We receive
hundreds more applications

than we have positions available.

Best of the best.

You may have heard of the SAS.

Our selection process
is partly based on theirs.

So, uh, high physical demands
and psychological stresses, um...

..limited sleep, minimum food
and water - that sort of thing?

Correct.
That's brutal.

We expect a failure rate of 95%.

The exercises are tough, but they're
designed so we can save lives.

The lives of people like yourself,
Mr Gillies.

Mm.

I apologise if I'm asking about
the, uh... training in general terms.

It's just as I understand it, there
is no manual - nothing written down.

I've run this course for six years.

Over 500 candidates
have come through.

And you have an excellent memory?

I don't need folders full of notes.

Your Honour, because the course
is flexible, I can tailor it

to work on problem areas
I perceive with the candidates.

Oh, did Sergeant Harrison
have problem areas? Yes.

Right. So, these physical tests

are a means of weeding out
unsuitable candidates?

It works out that way.

I take it the candidates
have their health regularly assessed

during the course?
Correct.

Was Sergeant Harrison struggling
physically with the course?

No. So, his problem area
wasn't physical fitness?

The course is not all about
fitness - it's also temperament.

Well, would you explain that?

Part of my selection process
is judging how a member might

potentially fit into my team.

And you couldn't see Anthony
as part of your team?

Sergeant Harrison
had some behavioural issues.

Talking back, you mean?

Among other things.

And your course
demands strict obedience?

It demands silence.

You call this course brutal.
Maybe it is.

But it has to be brutal.

We're teaching these men
how to use lethal force.

Oh, I thought the modern police force
was about observing and interacting,

thinking before
we pull out our weapons.

With respect,
that's in the brochure.

But that's not the real world,
Mr Gillies.

In the real world, the public demand
protection - not conversation.

So, in your view,
a candidate's measure is his ability

to do the course,
keep his mouth shut,

not complain
and learn to be a killer?

Mr Gillies!

I apologise.

Uh, but I am curious,
was this talking back

perhaps the real reason
you ordered Sergeant Harrison

on that additional night march
on December 15?

You knew he was exhausted,
and you hoped this would break him.

Inspector?

I didn't know about
the brain tumour,

and I'm sorry Sergeant Harrison
died like he did,

but I'm glad he didn't
get through my course.

If this tumour thing he had occurred
in an operational situation,

then perhaps many more lives
other than Sergeant Harrison's

might have been put at risk.

Better it happened now than later?
Yes.

Do you know how most people die
from a brain tumour, Inspector?

They become so tired
they finally can't stay awake.

They are often surrounded
by friends and family,

and die with some grace and dignity -

not like Sergeant Harrison,
in the bush, in the dark, alone.

Harrison lied on his medical.
It wasn't my responsibility.

With respect,
I'm the leader of these men.

(Scoffs) I know what's required
for them to succeed.

With all due respect, you don't sound
like much of a leader of anything.

You sound like a dictator.
Mr Gillies!

This wasn't a training course.
It only had one lesson -

talk back, and you get punished.
Mr Gillies!

No, y-y-you can't be held
legally responsible.

You... You were smart -
you didn't write anything down -

but you know and I know
that you are morally responsible

for this young man's death!
(Bangs table) Mr Gillies!

No further questions.

(Chatter)

Prick.

What are you doing?
Your mate's a fuckwit.

So? Look, the family don't
want this. We don't want this.

You don't want this.

I advise you to pull your head in.

Yes?

(Mobile phone rings)

Oh, shit!

FEMALE JOURNALIST:
Here they are. Quick.

Excuse me. We have nothing to say.
Excuse us please. Thank you.

MALE JOURNALIST:
Will you appeal at all?

No comment.
(Chatter)

No case to answer.
What?

It's over, David. We lost.

FEMALE JOURNALIST: Will you appeal?

(Chatter)

I know the DPP
was only doing its job.

(Chatter)
MALE JOURNALIST: Get a shot of that.

(Cameras click)

I'd like to thank my family
for their love and support.

It's been a difficult time.

The magistrate's a personal
friend of the accused.

Look, I knew Morrissey
before he got kicked upstairs.

He was a shitty fuckin' barrister
on a shitty fuckin' list,

but he had an important mate
in the government.

What are you gonna do, David?
Direct indictment?

That's gonna to strengthen
our brief?

That bastard raped, abused, degraded,
humiliated those two women,

and then he smears them
with lies in court.

Thanks for the summary, Tony.
Direct indictment

will get Quinn in the dock,
and once he's there...

It's gonna look like ego on my part.
So? You're the bloody

Director of Public Prosecutions.

Look, forget about the committal.
Go to the court of public opinion.

Take it to Adam Kent.
Talkback?

Yeah, yeah. Say you want to discuss
sentencing, victims' rights.

Just show 'em the DPP
aren't a bunch of soft cocks.

Kent will naturally wanna
talk about Quinn, so you can...

Which you can't do, because
you're the Director of the DPP,

and yet,
it's not strictly sub judice.

Highly political matter, more than
you can let on at the moment,

compelling evidence.

Justice for the underdog.

Sounds messy.

You're gonna have
to go in boots and all.

If you kiss it,
might as well fuck it.

You know Adam Kent hates my guts?

(Pen strikes desk)

(Traffic noise)

(All cheer)

No more police interviews. Whoo!

ALL: Yay!

And no more, um,
Detective Machete.

(Chuckles)
Moret... Moretti.

Moretti.
He was hot though.

Did you see his partner?
They were like the hot squad.

No more Jimmy the Butcher
sniffing around.

No more Butcher sniffing.
(Squealing)

No more good cop-bad cop
when you know they're both bad cops.

We've already done the cops, Richard.

What are we celebrating?

Quinn's charges getting dropped.

(All cheer)
Yeah, awesome.

So, what are we celebrating?

No more, you know?
No more 'Who took the file?'

No more, 'Who took the file?
Tell us who took the file!'

ERIN: Yay!
(ALL CHEER)

I've got one. What about no more...?

..internet dating!
What? I said no more.

ALL: Yay!

I've got a better one. No more
guilty people getting charged. Yay!

Awesome, hey? Awesome.

Mine... Mine was more fun.
No, mine is.

I'll drink to it.
They always get away with it anyway.

ALL: Yay!

Hey, idiots, this doesn't mean
the file's going away.

Quinn might be even more vindictive
now that he's in the clear.

It could get worse.

£ Rock music

RADIO: You're with Adam Kent
on 2CT 893, Classic Talk.

And of course
the Director of the DPP,

Mr David Sinclair,
has on many occasions been dismissive

and patronising to those who would
dare to discuss his deliberations.

Earlier this year Mr Sinclair said,

'An informed public
will make better judgements

than a public that
has ingested uncritically

the pre-packaged attitudes
pedalled by talkback

and other uninformed
commentators or entertainers.'

Well, I suppose uninformed
commentators are people like me.

And those who ingest
uncritically are you,

who are stupid enough
to listen to talkback.

But only Mr Sinclair
gets it right all the time.

And that's why we've invited him
on the program this morning.

Good morning, Mr Sinclair.
Good morning, Mr Kent.

Thank you for your time. We've been
trying to get you on for months.

Well, as your listeners
would be aware,

it's been a very busy time
for the DPP.

What, fishing
for high-profile scalps?

The DPP doesn't fish for scalps,
Mr Kent.

Having said that,
no-one is above the law.

That's interesting.
My producer was told specifically

that you wouldn't answer questions
relating to a recent case

involving to the
Attorney General, Mr Nicholas Quinn,

but that's what you
seem to have been doing.

I'm making this point -

the law is available
for all those seeking justice.

RADIO: No special privileges
for certain defendants.

Come on, Davey.

You believe justice was served
in the case of Mr Quinn?

Well, a committal hearing
is not a trial.

You believe the case should've come
to trial? Well, of course I do...

COMPUTER: ...otherwise my staff
and I wouldn't have brought this

very serious matter
before the courts.

An indictment of two rapes brought
against the state's chief lawmaker

is not a matter
the DPP does lightly.

ADAM: You believe you had evidence
strong enough to bring it to trial?

Careful.
We believed so, yes.

Of course, I can't comment
on Magistrate Morrissey's findings.

Oh, you think
the magistrate was wrong?

You know I can't say that, Adam.
You bloody well did, son.

You beauty! (Laughs)

You know, Mr Sinclair,
when listeners hear a senior lawman

like yourself talk like that,
they begin to think that

there's a great big gap between

what they perceive to be justice
and the way justice is enacted.

DAVID: That is a real concern.
How do we dismantle this perception?

Information.
From who?

Commentators that you say
are stupid and uninvolved?

(Sniggers) That was quite
an introduction. (Chuckles)

Yes, but you said it though,
didn't you?

So I did, indeed.

(Car door shuts)

Don't tell me you're doing work?

'Five letters.
Irritating colleague.'

Don't you mean four letters?

What's this for?

I shouldn't have gone a witness
like that. It was unprofessional.

It was awesome.

You good?
Yep. Let's go.

Sergeant Wright, you were
Sergeant Harrison's training partner

for the EPG, is that correct?

Yes. Is it also correct you were
the last person to see him alive?

Yes, it is.

Would you explain what
a training partner is?

We were paired together
for all the challenges.

We shared a tent. You know, meals.

You were meant to look out
for each other.

Yes.

How was the course?

It was the hardest thing
I've ever done.

Did you ever discuss this course
with Sergeant Harrison?

We'd both done training before.
Anth...

I mean, Sergeant Harrison,
more than me.

But most of the training you do
matches in some way

to what you're gonna do,

and unless the Elite Protection Unit
was parachuting into Kandahar,

we didn't see much point
to most of it.

Are you saying it seemed
excessively military?

Very much so.
Did you and Sergeant Harrison

ever discuss this with
your superiors? Course not.

Well, why 'Of course not'? Was there
no formalised feedback mechanism?

Complain and you're gone.
Every candidate knew that.

So, you put up with it,
no matter how you were feeling,

no matter how pointless
and gruelling the task might seem?

Yes. Anthony Harrison
questioned the course

and look what happened to him.

On the night of December 15,
you'd returned - just returned -

from a 19km forced march
with heavy packs.

Yes, sir. And you'd had
a two-hour intensive psychological

question-and-answer session.
Yes.

And you'd just fallen to sleep.
Yes.

Were you exhausted?
Totally.

You'd just fallen off to sleep
when you were awoken

by Inspector Bindall and ordered
on an additional march -

this time a night march.

Yes.
How did you feel?

Shattered.

Did Sergeant Harrison
feel as you did?

That's what he said.
And we felt punished.

Like you were being
pushed to breaking point

to see if you would break.
MAGISTRATE: Mr Gillies.

Does it surprise you, Sergeant
Wright, that in this weakened state -

mentally shattered, physically
exhausted, in the pitch dark...

Does it surprise you that
Sergeant Harrison lost his bearings

and fell to his death?

No, it doesn't.

Thank you.

I don't understand
why we have to go through this again?

Because despite talking
for over three hours yesterday,

we didn't actually
get through your statement.

I can hear that tone, Richard.

I'm sorry, Carol, but... (Sighs)
Can we just return to the statement?

(Door closes)
(Sighs)

(Sighs)

Now, at the dispute centre, you
said that you were making progress.

Uh, the Lees said
they'd install sound-proofing,

you agreed Rama would sleep

in a part of the house
away from the noise.

No more mirrors.
No more feng shui battles.

And then we all started fighting.
But how exactly?

That's the bit that I don't get.

How is it that you're
talking to someone normally,

and then they want to hit you
in the face with their... 'palm'?

I'm assuming you meant hand
and not tree. Did you mean tree?

I don't know.

But you were hit first? From behind?

Yes. Well... I don't know.

Carol, please try to concentrate.

You know,
you're getting very hostile.

I think you'll find that I'm not.
I'm trying to nail down the facts.

Men always revert to verbal violence
when they can't get what they want.

Not all men. Sorry. Sorry.

(Sighs)
I'm too tired to argue all this.

The chronic fatigue, is it? What
is that supposed to mean? Nothing.

You don't think it's
a real condition, do you?

I don't know anything about it.

You do look very tired though.
Oh, gee, that makes me feel great.

Carol... I thought this would
be simple. You seemed capable.

What, so I'm the disappointment,
am I? Yes. Yes, you are.

I wish you could just do your job
and make this go away.

(Gasps and sighs)

I'm sorry. I'm just so tired.

(Weeps)

(Phone rings, knock at the door)
I need your help.

(FOREIGN ACCENT) First you must take
this paper clip from my hand.

Can you please just help me?
My witness is... she's not up to it.

She's tired and overwrought,

and it's not in her interest
to push this to court.

Why don't you drop the whole thing
from affray to common assault?

I can do that?

No. I'm Level 2 - I can.
And I'm saying you can.

Talk to the other side.

Say you'll accept a plea of assault
and recommend a diversion program.

Any prior convictions?
No.

Then tell the defence, a slap
on the wrist for Mr and Mrs Karaoke.

You clear the case.
That simple?

That simple.

Sergeant Wright...
were you aware that

Sergeant Harrison
suffered from a brain tumour?

No. But you were aware that
he'd been vomiting that day?

We'd all been vomiting. And that
he'd complained of severe headaches?

Yes. Again, we all had them.

Were you aware that
these things in particular

are common symptoms
of a brain tumour?

Sergeant, may I remind you,
you are under oath.

No. But I knew Anth was really sick.
It was obvious.

Why didn't you tell anyone
about this, Sergeant?

You don't understand what it's like.

Any hint you're struggling with
anything, it's a sign of weakness.

And we can't show weakness.

And Bindall was over him...

..so he felt he had to try
even harder to keep it all together.

Did he tell you how long
he'd been having these symptoms for?

A few weeks.

So, Sergeant Harrison
wasn't ignorant on his medical.

He lied on his medical.

No. He knew he was sick,
but he didn't know what from.

He didn't... didn't want to know.

I wanted to tell someone.
He was a good mate.

You speak out of school in this job,

and you say the wrong thing
to the wrong person and...

..and suddenly
you wind up where I am -

200 kays to the nearest dentist.

So, it wasn't the rigours
of the training exercise that

made Sergeant Harrison so sick,
disoriented and exhausted,

but a pre-existing medical condition.

The course didn't help.

It was that important to him
to finish the course

that he'd risk his health?

He didn't want to be remembered
as a failure.

Um, I might re-examine,
Your Honour.

Would it be correct to say that
Sergeant Harrison was competitive,

he loved doing his best,
he didn't give up easily

and that he loved his dad,
and he knew how proud he was of him

and he...
he didn't want to let him down?

That's right.
Thank you, Detective.

Anth told me how you
taught him never to give up.

You know? Tough things out.

I'm really sorry this happened.
He was a top bloke.

(Weeps)

MAGISTRATE: Any closing submissions?

This inquiry has heard a lot about
toughness and weakness and...

..testing oneself
to the limits of endurance.

It's heard about...
the price of silence

and the even-greater price
of speaking up.

It's heard about
what it means to be a man.

Now, I don't doubt that young men
like Anthony Harrison

and Dimitri Wright need to push
themselves to find their limits.

They need to know exactly
what they can achieve

in a potentially
life-threatening situation.

But within that... a culture
that doesn't allow a young man

to admit that he's found his limits
or reached his capabilities,

that's a culture that prides itself
on willed ignorance

over self-knowledge, that brands
the truth as weak and unmanly...

..well, that's a culture
that's unfit of the brave young men

it sets out to teach.

That's a culture whose time is past,
and should be banished like smoke...

..before more young lives are lost.

Mr Snyder, any closing submissions?

(Sighs)

Hey, I thought we'd see you
in here a bit earlier.

I stopped by and got some flowers
for Margie on the way.

There's an amazing little florist
down there in Milsons Point.

And the M4 traffic, of course.

I was trying to remember
the last time a Director of the DPP

went after an attorney general.

I think you'll find
it happens to every director

and every AG at some stage.

Not like this though.
No, not like this.

Do you still think, 'We could
pursue this, but would we want to?'

I was wrong.

Going after Quinn, this is exactly
the sort of thing the DPP should do.

(Knock on door)
Yes, Erin?

You both might wanna see this.

That's why I'm announcing
that from today,

I'm leaving parliament and will
not contest the next election.

I feel I still have much left to do,
but I'll leave that to another man.

The fact is, I'm dying.

Six months ago
I was diagnosed with lymphoma,

a condition I chose to keep quiet
for my family's sake.

My outlook was serious then,
and recent tests have shown

that the cancer has metastasised.

My specialists have given me
less than a year to live.

I was going to try
and keep on working

for the people of this great state,
but my daughter Holly said...

..said 'Dad, look after
yourself for once. Be with us.'

So, that's what I'm going to do.

Now that the malicious,
personal smear campaign

against me by the DPP is over -

a campaign I am certain
exacerbated my condition -

I can now go on enjoying what little
time I have left with those I love.

Somebody turn that bloody thing off.
Thank you.

(Door slams shut)

(Glass smashing, items clattering)

Enjoy your little frolic?
Nothing's changed,

except the next time the DPP
need a favour from the police...

Oh, piss off, Gary.
Get back under your rock.

Thank you.

Buy you a coffee?

I owe you one.

Thank you.

Can I be inappropriate
and ask what you'll find?

No.

But the evidence is strong
for a finding of an accident.

The brain tumour, however,
can't be discounted as contributing.

And the training course?

Lack of compassion
from an instructor

didn't kill Sergeant Harrison, Tony.

But you were right
to pursue this as you did.

I will recommend more
comprehensive medical screenings

and that the training course
written down

and formalised in the future.

Recommendations that
may or may not be acted upon.

That's all we can do.

(Typing)

We're having Gail's
birthday cake now.

Uh, yeah. I'll just, um...

Did you hang that mirror near
the door of the conference room?

It's supposed to bring calm.

I like it.

(Sighs)
(Knock at the door)

(Door opens)
I just...

Gail's card. I...
Just leave it.

(Door closes)

(Chatter)

ALL: £ For she's a jolly good fellow

£ For she's a jolly good fellow

£ And so say all of us. £

(All cheer)

WOMAN: Make a wish!

I don't care if Quinn is dying.

Why should he get to spend his last
moments feeling loved and respected

while those women
go home to nothing, no-one?

I'm asking for a direct indictment.

Straight to trial?
Exactly.

We go after him.

Hip hip!
ALL: Hooray!

Hip hip!
Hooray!

(Applause)

Hooray!
Hooray!

You've got an exorcism?
Yep.

A genuine 'I-cast-you-out,
unclean-spirit, exorcism?'

Mm-hm. Complete with juicy photos.

Oh, my God, that's awful.

He was yelling all this stuff,
like 'This is the blood of Jesus',

and 'Get that devil out of her'.

I wasn't gonna lose her
to the devil.

Well, that went well.
What we do here - it's all bullshit!

Prosecuting the Jackson case
and 1,000 others is your job.

And there are plenty of other
lawyers out there ready and waiting

to take it from you.
Now, get out!

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£ You can crack that whip
but I'm miles away

£ I wonder how long
I gotta stay here for

£ Hell, glamour to the very core

£ Singing what do I do?
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£ What do I do?
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