All language subtitles for Crownies s01e19.eng

MAN, ON RADIO: The director of the
DPP promised my listeners justice

in the trial of Nicholas Quinn,

that lying rapist
of an attorney-general,

but no court in the state
is going to find him guilty.

He needs to crawl away
and never show his face again.

Your Honour,
despite the regrettable comments

made on radio earlier this morning,
the Prosecution sees no impediment

to this matter proceeding
as planned.

There's no chance of a fair trial.
We're adjourning for six months.

Oh, Go... Hey! What are you doing?

Wanker!

MAN: You're sleeping
with Rosenberg's associate!

Look, there's no pillow talk
going on, OK?

You'll tell that to David
when you're held in contempt,

she's stood down, and Rosenberg
moves for a mistrial, you idiot?

Your old man's a thug!
You know that. Everyone knows it.

Some of his enemies are in concrete
slabs just down the road,

but he's given you a chance
to be your own woman... take it!

Lina.

These guys, they took off, we
followed, blocked them in an alley.

Then they started shooting,
so we shot back,

and then she was just lying there
on the ground, bleeding.

♪ 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? ♪

(Door clunks)

Mate of mine saw
the ballistics report.

It was my gun.

I don't understand.

What did I do wrong?

(Kisses)

Is that Lyndi Quinn?

(Door closes)

Nicholas died
at four o'clock this morning.

You killed him, David.

You ruined his memory, his legacy.

His children ca... (Cries)

I only proceeded on the evidence.
It wasn't personal.

Nicholas placed a premium
on loyalty.

You are going to find that
Nicholas had friends everywhere...

loyal friends with long memories.

You and your family have my sympathy.
Oh!

(Door slams)

(Man coughs)
What have you lost now?

My puffer!
Are you asthmatic?

Have you gone over the Smith assault?
Mm-hm.

So, dazzle me. Oh! (Man coughs)

That's not gonna be easy.
I have faith.

On the surface, it looks like
a straightforward prison assault.

Witnesses state there was shouting
in the exercise yard

when a gang of men set upon
a lone prisoner, Warren Smith,

while the guards weren't looking.

The police, however, want us
to proceed with attempted murder.

Well, what do you think?
Attempted murder?

Looks to me like the perpetrators
just got lucky.

They nicked a major artery
and the victim

had a cardiac arrest
en route to the hospital.

Did we take into account the fact

the victim was locked up in the
prison yard with nine other inmates,

five of whom left
at exactly the same time

a half-hour before the end
of their allotted time?

That's only proof
those five intended to leave.

Explain, then, the statement made by
one of the prisoners, Robby Lucas,

who claims he was told
to leave the yard in advance

by Mr Nelson Taufua,
one of the alleged assailants.

Mr Lucas is a recidivist offender.

I imagine he's trying to gain
some advantage by cooperating.

Or he's telling the truth.

There's no basis to proceed.

What if I told you the victim
of this vicious assault

was cooperating with
a drug investigation in the prison,

and that prison authorities believe

those four inmates were trying
to shut him up?

So, we're gonna do this?

Well, let's see how strong a witness
Robby Lucas turns out to be.

Without him, it all falls apart.
(Knocking at door)

Yes?
Excuse me. David wants to see us.

Draft a witness authorisation
for David to sign.

Mm-hm. Sure.

(Knocking at door)

Hey.
Close the door behind you.

Words that always bode well.

Nicholas Quinn died
early this morning.

Any deathbed confessions?

He was supported by his wife
and children to the end.

At least he can't hurt anyone else.

No-one talks to the media.
Of course.

Not one word.

We'll have to lodge
a Notice of Discontinuance.

Yes, of course.

Well, they'd better not give
that bastard a state funeral.

(Door opens)

MAN: You know why they've been
called in to see David.

Shall I?
Yeah.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
a little announcement for you all.

Nicholas Quinn is dead. Carry on.

Chop, chop, Miss Novak.
Get your skates on.

We're going out
to the Benchley boys club.

He means 'prison'.

David wants a Notice of
Discontinuance on Quinn filed today.

Be ready as soon as we can get it
on the list.

Of course.

So, does this mean the file
investigation's finally over?

Uh, we would not be that lucky.

Richie. How's your day looking?

I'm seeking an adjournment
on my bongmeister case.

Oooh, big, bad drug dealer.
Who's in the big chair?

Judge Walker.

You're a cougar magnet!
She loves you.

What are you talking about?

Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen.
She likes to keep you very keen.

It's a straightforward adjournment,
OK? It won't be a problem.

Positivity. I like it.

And, uh, seeing anyone tonight?

Tatum told you.
(Chuckles)

You two, it's so new,
do you really think

you should be taking
such a big, bold step?

It's a friendly drink, alright?
We're cycling buddies.

Where are you taking her?
Nowhere.

Boom! Your house. Good. Smooth.

Uh, no, no-one's taking anyone
anywhere, alright?

Lisa and I are arriving
at the same place at the same time.

Aww, that's romantic. So, you guys
are cycling buddies, eh?

Yep.

Gonna be getting into
her sprockets, then?

I have to get to court.
OK.

And I think the cycling-related
double entendre

that you're perhaps straining for
is, um, pump.

Pump!

Good morning, Your Honour.

In the matter of Llewellyn
on Your Honour's list,

Richard Stirling for the Crown.

I know who you are, Mr Stirling.

Filip Makris for the Defence,
Your Honour.

Now, as Your Honour would remember,

this is a matter of drug manufacture
and distribution,

and the defendant changed his plea
during the trial to 'guilty'.

However, my counsel has been
unavoidably detained

and I'd ask that this plea hearing
be adjourned to another date.

I understand the Defence
has no objection.

That's correct, Your Honour.

You were the instructing solicitor
in the trial, were you not?

Yes, Your Honour.

Then I don't see any reason
why you can't proceed.

Erm, respectfully...

You know well the backlog
of cases in the system.

I don't see any need to contribute
further to this.

Erm, yes, Your Honour, but I'm...

I haven't had the chance
to confer with counsel.

Then I suggest you confer
with your notes... now, Mr Stirling.

(Laptop beeps)

Feeling any better?
I had an idea!

Great.
It involves you too.

OK.
Paris! What do you think?

About what?
Paris!

The Aussie dollar like it is,
and you got plenty of leave, right?

Going to Paris?
Yeah, I can book the tickets online.

We could even drive down to Spain.
Barcelona, bullfighting.

Whoa, Andy...
What?

What about the counselling session?

You know, maybe you need to talk to
somebody about how you're feeling.

How much leave do you think
you've got... about a month?

The city of love! We're in love.

Well, I love you, anyway.

You're not as indispensible
to that place as you think you are.

None of us are.

Listen, erm, Andy, I know this is
a really, really awful time for you,

but... don't you think
we should just stay here?

You know, deal with
what we're dealing with?

Fine!

(Door slams)

(Electronic beep)

Step this way. Take off your shoes.

Go through the scanner again.

(Electronic beep)
Step this way again.

Hold your arms up!

Do you have any knives,
guns, syringes, liquids,

photographic or telephonic devices
on your person?

Um... a phone?

Place it in the locker with the rest
of your possessions,

and sign the register.

Enjoying your first visit?

That guard knows me
better than Conrad.

Come to visit the killers' wing?

(Whistling and shouting)

Your boss gets
a lot of love out here.

Love to kill me, he means.

(Whistling and shouting)

Alright, just breathe.

We'd like to speak to you
about a statement you made

concerning a serious assault
here in the prison yard at Benchley.

I've got a copy with me.

Didn't bring my glasses.

Oh, that's alright.
We'll walk you through it.

Now... (Coughs)

Whoa! Not in the face, eh?

Oh, sorry. Oh, Mr Lucas! (Coughs)

Oh, Mr Lucas, on the afternoon
of the third, you were in Z Yard

when you state you were approached
by a Nelson Taufua,

who informed you
it would be wise to leave...

Nah, nah, who'd you say?
Nelson Taufua, a fellow prisoner.

Did I say that?

Yes, that's what's
in your statement.

Yeah, I don't remember that.

I remember being in the yard, but,
um, not someone talking with me.

You're not under investigation,
Mr Lucas,

we just need to confirm a few facts.

(Coughs)

I don't remember the day that well,

so I'm not really sure
what I saw or heard.

But this is what you state
you saw and heard.

I don't know.

I'm gonna get a glass of water.

(Coughs)

Look, we know you didn't witness
the assault.

We're not asking you to add to
your statement or give us... Hey!

Let go!
Smooth legs.

Danny Novak's my father!
Let go of me or you're fucking dead.

(Door clunks)

I got nothing to say.
Go call the guard.

I thought you were taking time off.

I was. I am.

I just thought I'd fill in
the summary on the Gardiner file,

get the exhibits back in order.

That can wait, Lina.
I know, but I've got some time now.

How is he?

Running.

Well, exercise is good for stress.
Four hours at a time?

If you need anything,
just let us know, OK?

Erin, when you're done,
can you come see me?

Sure. Hey. You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Really! Go see Janet.

(Mobile phone buttons beep)

ANDY, ON RECORDING: You've reached
Detective Sergeant Andy Campbell.

Please leave your name and number.

Andy, call me when you get this.
Please let me know where you are.

(Knocks)

JANET: I've had a look over your
second attempt at the indictment.

It's, you know, mainly fine,
except the police intercepted

the stolen car parts
before he'd received them...

So, it should be attempted
possession, not possession.

Oh, God, sorry! Of course!
(Laughs) That's alright.

No, no, I should've seen that.
I'll get straight on it.

I know you're taking some overflow
for Lina. What else have you got?

Um, Supreme Court bail hearing,
but I can do it.

Tomorrow's fine.

It's been a week, you know,
since I had a drink.

That's great, Erin.

I really am sorry.

So you've said every day this week.

I've edited it for you.

So, when you said the drafting
was fine, you meant...

That you should start again.

The resident aliens?

Some days I think they're just gonna
rip right through me.

Scary.
(Janet sighs)

Erin O'Shaughnessy, you're a lawyer.

What can you tell me
about similar fact evidence?

You know what she needs?
A baby shower.

Do you know if Richard's around...

I thought baby showers
were about the presents,

the tizziness, the cupcakes,
tacky fake champagne,

but actually, underneath all
that pink, it's about reassurance...

telling a new mum that her pregnancy
is gonna be alright.

People generally
don't have baby showers

for their second child, do they?

Because they know
what they're in for.

And similar fact evidence.

We're gonna throw Janet
a surprise baby shower.

Absolutely. Good idea.
I've got caught right now...

I'll need help.

The first step's admitting that.
That's good.

Then help me and I'll tell you about
similar fact evidence.

I can't organise a baby shower.
I'm a male person.

Buy the present, then.
I do know what women want.

And I've got a store card

for just about every lingerie shop
in the CBD...

Ben!
Joke! Relax! One store card.

I'll buy a good present.

What do you think...
baby shower for Janet?

I'm thinking tomorrow morning
in the kitchen.

WOMAN: Oh, not this kitchen,
not this office.

I'm sorry, Erin. No baby shower.
I'll keep it very tasteful.

This is a serious workplace!

Can you imagine
what it would look like

if a witness in a violent matter
came in here

and saw her solicitors wearing
necklaces made out of baby pins

and playing
Guess Mummy's Tummy Size?

It's just not appropriate.

The DNA evidence for Lina's
Supreme Court bail hearing.

Guess I'm off present duty, then.

More time to discuss
similar fact evidence.

Why are you off present duty?

You heard what Tracey said...
Did I? Maybe I didn't.

Weren't you off to court, anyway?
(Fuck!)

Looking at the Prosecution case,

I submit that my client could
only be regarded as a small cog

in a larger narcotics
distribution machine.

The other mitigating factor here

is the hardships he and his family
have already suffered.

The loss of Mr Llewellyn's job,
his house,

the fact that his wife and children
are now reduced to penury

and are forced to reside in a refuge.

I submit there's very little
to be gained

by imposing a custodial sentence.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Your Honour, if I might reply?

I have heard the Crown's summary
and sentencing instructions,

Mr Stirling,
insufficient as they were.

Yes, Your Honour,

but if I might address a few matters
raised by the Defence.

(Sighs) If you must.

There's no evidence before the court
to verify these claims,

and because the defendant's wife
is not present today...

I imagine she's looking after
the children.

Yes! Thank you, Your Honour. She is.

Be that as it possibly may,

there is no evidence that
his family's financial welfare

is solely dependent on him,

and with respect
to the defendant's property,

taken under the confiscation
of the Proceeds of Crime Act,

I believe there was a recent
amendment to the Sentencing Act.

Really?
Yes, governing how...

Let's have it, then.

Pardon?
Show me the Act.

Uh, yeah, as I wasn't expecting
to appear today,

I wonder if Your Honour
might grant me ten minutes.

No, I will not. I intend to rule
on what I have in front of me.

I will reserve judgment
until 11 tomorrow morning.

(Groans)

Oh, I had the perfect evening
all worked out.

It was going to be a triumph... start
with a twilight visit to the museum,

move on to cocktails
overlooking the park.

Let Lisa see the real me ...
cultured, sensitive man of the world.

End the night
with a walk around the Quay

to the footlights of the bridge, hmm?

And then Judge Walker!

I mean, is it reasonable to deny
a ten-minute adjournment

so that the Act can located,

let alone accept
Defence's submissions

without a skerrick of evidence
to back them up?

And now instead of having
an evening to remember,

I'm going to be exhuming
the bongmeister's bank records,

combing the Sentencing Act, and
waiting on an update from the cops,

all courtesy of Judge 'Treat 'Em
Mean, Keep 'Em Keen' Victoria Walker!

(Voice fades)

Oh, thanks! Really!
No, your support makes a difference.

I'll take care of this.
Ah, sure.

You go back to the office.

MAN: If you could follow it up
for me, Miss Rousseau.

Your Honour, David Sinclair.

Mr Sinclair. (Chuckles)
This is a rare treat.

Your Honour,
I appear in the matter of Quinn,

which you might be aware

has kindly been added to your list
at the last minute.

Yes. I have the file here.

As you might expect, the Prosecution
is not proceeding with the matter,

and I hand up
a Notice of Discontinuance.

I'll mark the indictment
as struck out.

I would seek to note
that this is only due

to the passing of the accused,

and not to any deficiency
in the Crown's evidence.

Miss Rousseau,
is everything alright?

(Door closes)
Thank you, Your Honour.

Thank you, Mr Crown.

Julie! Julie!

The prick got away with it!

Well, not exactly... he's dead.

Not for the women he raped.
It never ends for them.

Well, we tried our best.

Only when you were forced to!

The DPP wanted to bury this
from the start.

That's not true.

'We could prosecute, but do we want
to?' What do you call that?

OK, that was our original
advice memo.

After that, we took the case
to Committal

and when it was thrown out,
we went for direct indictment.

We did everything we could.
You failed.

And Quinn, the only thing
that actually hurt him,

that wiped that smug smile
off his face,

were the details of his...

What he did to women
getting out in the press!

It nearly derailed our case
before it began.

Can you honestly say to me
that the DPP would have acted

if that file hadn't been leaked?

No, I can't.

Then it was worth it, wasn't it?

Whoever took that file
from your backpack in the bar,

it was worth it.

Whoever took it...
They did the right thing.

Don't you think?
Julie, wha...

Julie, tell me you didn't...

Julie, tell me you didn't give
Jimmy Butcher the file!

Fuck!

Fuck, are you ki...

You have screwed me!

You have screwed all of us!
We could have lost our jobs!

But you're all so brilliant,
you would've got other jobs!

What did you just say?

You weren't the ones
who needed protecting!

Who the fuck are you? What...

I don't understand. Why? Why?
Was it for money? Huh?!

What was it?!

Quinn raped my sister, Miranda.

What?

He was going to
get away with it again.

Ahem! Robby Lucas's file.

Go through that,
see if there's anything in there

that'll help the police
word a letter of comfort

for his next parole board hearing.

Why? He said he won't help us.

Just looking for a juicy carrot
to assist his memory.

Robby Lucas doesn't deserve
to get out early.

However accurate
your assessment may be,

the bottom line
is the police need his statement.

He won't help us.

Maybe not, but we have to be seen

to be playing nicely
with the other children,

and he's their leverage.

Bring me the information
in the morning.

(Man laughs) So, cheers.
MAN: Cheers.

So, how was your day, sweetheart?

They're not overworking my princess,
are they?

I'm not a princess, Dad.

Mmm, she had to go out to Benchley
today. Didn't you, babe? Full on.

Whose bright idea was that?
I went with Tony.

I thought Gillies would know
better than that.

That's no place for a young woman.
It was fine.

Are you sure, babe? 'Cause you do
seem a bit, you know.

Can we stop talking about me?

I thought tonight was supposed
to be about picking a venue.

I thought that we could actually
start by choosing a date.

Well, it's up to me, is it?

It's always up to you, babe.

Well, fine. Six months from today.

Seriously?
You wanted a date. We've got one.

Is that OK with you, Dad?
Yeah, that's fine.

Great.

This is a good drop.
Any more of this?

Mmm, yeah. I'll, uh, have a look.

Thanks.

Did something happen today?
No.

Prisons are not nice places,

but the men in there are in there
for good reason.

You know, I don't want you
feeling sorry for them.

I don't feel sorry for them.
Good.

'Cause they see you coming,
a beautiful young woman like you,

all your potential...
makes them feel ugly.

Represent everything
they'll never have, you know that?

So, those men can't change?

Well, some can, I suppose,
if they're lucky.

If they've got good reason.

What's a good reason, Dad?

Well, family, I guess.
I don't really know.

Why did you push me
to go into the DPP?

I didn't push you to go into the DPP.

But you said
it would make you happy.

You graduated in the top 10%
of your class.

You earned that job, that...

Who wouldn't be happy? (Laughs)
I remember it differently.

I remember you saying that

the DPP would be the perfect place
for me to work.

Well, maybe I thought
you'd get respect there.

Respect?
Mm-hm.

Prosecutors uphold the law.

Defence lawyers just deal with scum,
don't they?

You know a lot about it.

If you want to ask me something,
just ask.

Ah, we ran out of red, Danny. Port?

Great.

MAN: Tell me exactly
what happened.

This is no time to be coy.

Janet gave me the Quinn file
to work on when it first came in.

She told me specifically
not to take it out of the office.

Advice you chose to ignore.

Well, I wanted to work on it, Dad!
I was under massive time pressure.

So, how did a journalist
get his hands on the file?

It wasn't me.
Then who?

Is it important?
I bloody well think so! Who?

It was Julie Rousseau.

And how did she know what you had?

Because I told her.

It was a party, you know, I...

Look, I was bragging, alright?
(Laughs mirthlessly)

You took a file like that
to a party?!

Yeah, well, I didn't plan
on staying long.

But long enough to tell
an almost stranger

about the potentially explosive file
you had in your bag.

Trying to get her into bed,
I suppose.

Sometime that night,
Julie gave the file to Jimmy Butcher.

Is she threatening you?

What? No! She...

Does she have anything else on you?
Like what?

Anything! Is there anything else
I need to know?

No!

This is what we'll do.

Firstly, you break off all contact
with Julie Rousseau.

She's my girlfriend, Dad.
Then we get in first.

Your only crime,
as far as I can see,

is foolishness and overdiligence.

Julie Rousseau, however...
Well, she's grubby anyway.

'She's grubby'?

She took the fine for Rosenberg,
didn't she?

We can use that if we need to,

and you're a McMahon,
which will carry some weight.

You know, Rosenberg accepted
full responsibility for that?

He pressured her into it.
She still did it.

You... you want me to dob her in?

She's a liability.

You've still a chance of keeping
a career if we're smart about this.

Do you understand me, Ben?

It's gonna be alright.

(Mobile phone rings)

(Mobile phone beeps)
Richard Stirling.

LISA, ON PHONE: Hi. It's Lisa.

Oh, hi! Lisa!

I know you had to cancel
this evening,

but I'm in the bar next door.

Gar's Bar? Now?

Can you spare a few minutes?

Uh, yeah, well, um... Absolutely.

Bye.
(Phone button beeps)

(Music blares)

Wow, that's... not lycra.

You look... Wow!

(Laughs) Thank you, I think.

I know you've got work on tonight

and I feel terrible
springing this on you,

but my life's not very flexible.

If I make a date to see someone,
it's a bit of a big deal for me.

I've got to get a babysitter...

Anyway, well, I've got a babysitter,

and I'm dressed up,
which I hardly ever get to do,

so I thought if there was any way
we could still do this,

then maybe we could still...

Do this? Great!

Sorry, I'm waiting for a call
from the police on a case.

They could be hours.
Hopefully they will be.

Who'd you get to babysit?
My niece.

I've got a niece. She's seven.

Little young for babysitting.
Yeah, and she's in New Zealand.

Oh. (Laughs)

You really do look incredible.
(Laughs) Do you want a drink?

Yes!
(Laughs)

(Mobile phone rings)
Oh, excuse me.

(Phone button beeps)
Uh, yeah?

Oh, right, Detective.
Um, could we perhaps...

Could I maybe meet you later,
or, um, even tomorrow morning?

OK, I'll see you.
(Phone button beeps)

Oh, let me guess.
I'm so sorry!

They might have new evidence
and it's Judge Walker tomorrow,

and you have no idea what she's like.

Oh, you're standing me up
for another woman.

Oh, no! Judge Walker's not a woman,
she's a...

Judge.

I was gonna go with 'beast from
hell', but that's...

How long do you have
your niece booked for?

How long will you be?
I might only be an hour.

Or... or two. Two and a half tops.

Or we could just make it
another time.

Really? Do you mean that?

Go.
Great. I'm... I'm sorry.

Go!

Where's my kiss?

Mmm. (Kisses)

Can I ask you something?
Mmm?

What do you do for Dad?

I sell cars.

Is that all?

(Sighs) No.

Sometimes we take long walks
on the beach together

and do candlelight dinners.

What are you talking about?
Don't worry about it.

Tate, I sell cars.

What do you think happens
in a car yard?

That's all you do?

Well, what else
would he want me to do?

(Sighs)

Look, your dad's a good bloke.

Why are you giving him
such a hard time?

(Light switch clicks)

Jesus!

What... Oh, shit.

I can't sleep.

Yeah, well, if the TV comes on and
starts glowing by itself, I know...

A guy grabbed me.

What... what guy?
At the jail today. A prisoner.

Um, what do you mean...
what do you mean 'grabbed you'?

Tatum.

I can't believe
I wore that stupid dress out there.

Was... was that all?
I mean, did he... Was he...

He just... he just grabbed me.

He was so...

Tatum, I...

Hey, come here.

(Keys jangle, door clunks)

Did you get my messages?
Yep.

Why didn't you call?
I didn't have anything to say.

Where were you all night?

Hey! Hey!

Don't shut me out.

We're either in this together
or we're not!

Together?
Yes!

Guys, is everything...
You can't help me, OK?

No-one can help me!
Andy, just...

Just tell me about it, then.

I need to have a shower.

You need some perspective.

You're gonna give me that, are you?
Well, I can try!

Why don't you try
getting me some BREAKFAST?!

Fuck you!
That'd be fine as well!

How are you gonna help?

I killed her!
A bullet from my gun killed her.

You did what you should've.
Then why is she dead?

I don't understand it. How did
she end up in my line of fire?

Is this the place?

Yeah, we followed
the suspect's vehicle in here.

They stopped there
and they started firing.

And what did you do?

Got out of the car.
We took cover behind the doors.

I called for back-up.

Request assistance...
urgent, shots fired.

Well, where's the second police
vehicle?

What?
Her car.

It was just over there
where that white car is.

What... so the suspects are trapped?

Yeah, there's no way out.

So, I call out,
'Police. Drop your weapon.'

But they don't.

And I see Detective Simunic and her
partner behind their car too.

Where the fuck is back-up?

Can you give me a hand?
Yeah, sure.

Can you just go over there
by that wall?

How the fuck did you get there?

What... You just told me just to...

Oh, shit. This is where she got shot.

No, you were back over there
behind your car!

Look, Andy, I don't think
this is gonna work...

Do it now! Go over there!

I exit my vehicle, I take cover...

Don't just stand there... move!

Faster. Do it again! Do it again!

Run, fuck you, run!

Why are you there?
What are you doing there?

What? I don't know.

Maybe she just panicked.

You couldn't have known
she'd be here.

It was an accident, Andy.

If those bastards hadn't have shot,

if they'd just dropped
their weapons.

No, chain of causation. They start
shooting, you start shooting.

It wasn't your fault!
No, but it was my gun.

Oh, baby.

ERIN: Shh! Hurry up, hurry up.

MAN: Shh, be quiet, be quiet.

ALL: Surprise!

I know you don't want a fuss,

but we couldn't let this pass
without marking the occasion.

Congratulations, Janet.
Yeah. Cheers.

I'm speechless.

Uh, a lot of people here
know you better than I do,

but for those of us
who are starting out,

you've been amazing.

A great mentor,
and you do expect a lot,

but you're always ready
to put in a lot too,

which is a pretty great quality
in a mum, when I think about it.

Yeah.
(Cheering and applause)

So, I hope the whole experience
is everything you want it to be,

and the birth will be fine, totally.

Totally, yeah.
(Cheering)

(Laughs) I don't know how to follow
that. Um, just thank you. Thank you.

Oh, one more thing...
a token from all of us.

(Laughs) I will enjoy that
in six months time.

(Laughter and chatter)

Thank you. Thanks.

You bought a pregnant woman
champagne?

Yes, I did.
You really hated this, didn't you?

It was lovely. (Laughs)

Yep. Well, I'll go out there now.

Mmm. I'll let you know.

Menthol.

How are we going
on this parole board business?

I'm still working on it.

Detective Pickford had a call
from Robby Lucas this morning.

Seems he apologised
for wasting our time yesterday.

He's had a change of heart

and he's prepared to stand by
his original statement.

Really?

Not only that, he's offering to
corroborate our victim's information

in return for help with his parole.

Incredible.

I can only surmise that Robby had
a Damascene epiphany last night,

and found whatever we said to him
appealed to his conscience.

There is one speed bump.

He said he'd only speak to you,

but I'm afraid he's gonna
have to put up with me.

He's asked for me. I'll do it.

Absolutely not.

He probably just wants a second
chance to ogle a pretty girl.

I'm not a pretty girl, Tony!
I'm an officer of the DPP.

I'm trying to protect you.
You're treating me like a child.

I know how to handle myself.
You would let Janet go out there.

Well, I wouldn't have a say in it.

Well, then treat me the same way.

It's my job. I want to do it.

And let's face it,
if you go out there,

chances are he won't give you
anything at all,

not if he's asked
specifically for me.

The guards will be with me.
I'll be fine.

I'm glad you showed.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

I'm sorry, I would never
have tried it on if I'd known.

Just say what you've got to say
and let's get this over with.

What do you want me to say?
The truth.

That your statement is correct.

And if I do that, then it's all cool,
like, with your dad?

Forget my father.

He's had people killed
for way less than what I did.

That's not true.
Look, it doesn't matter.

All I'm saying is I'll do anything
you want, swear to anything you want,

just don't hang me out to dry.

So, you'll stand by your statement
on the assault.

Absolutely. Whatever you want.

(Door opens)

MAN: All rise.

Arthur Thomas Llewellyn,
please stand.

You have pleaded guilty to one count
of manufacturing a prohibited...

Your Honour,
I hesitate to interrupt.

Then trust your instincts and don't,
Mr Stirling.

Yes, Your Honour, but I feel
compelled to address

a few of the matters raised
at yesterday's hearing.

Mr Stirling, the time for submissions
was yesterday, as I made clear!

So you did.
Then sit down.

Ordinarily I would happily,

but overnight some matters
have come to my attention...

Are you deaf?

Your Honour, I regret that
I am unable to sit down

or even get back in my box, but I am
duty-bound to bring these matters

to the attention of the court.

Very well. It's your career.

If I don't say what I need to,

then I might as well not have one,
Your Honour.

Last night I received a report
from the officer in charge.

Contrary to the Defence's claims

that his family
is living in a refuge,

they are in fact doing rather nicely

in an upmarket apartment complex
in Mosman.

Really?

Complete with pool, indoor gym,
and barbecue facilities.

I can call up the OIC
to give evidence to these facts,

if Your Honour chooses.

Your Honour, please.

Sit down, Mr Makris.

Well, at least someone around here
does what they're told.

Mr Makris, it would appear
your client

has been less than candid with you,
would it not?

Perhaps, Your Honour.

I won't need to hear
from the officer.

In relation to the Defence's
submission regarding assets,

I draw Your Honour's attention to
Section 24B of the Sentencing Act,

which, as I mentioned yesterday,

expressly precludes
this type of submission

for Your Honour's consideration
at sentence.

I have a copy of the relevant
section, if that would assist.

You tread an extremely precarious
path, Mr Stirling.

You'd be advised to watch your step,

but it would seem that your diligence
has paid dividends.

I'll take a short adjournment,
and then I will deliver my sentence.

Lisa!

Thanks for the text! How was court?

I won.
Good on you!

Finally stood up for myself
and slayed the dragon.

Uh, metaphorical, rather than actual,
just in case you were... Anyway.

So, how do you normally celebrate?

Muffin, friand?

Um, actually I was thinking, um...

I mean, if it's not too...

I mean, if it's OK
that, um, that I might...

kiss you.

Still want the muffin?

Ahem.

What are you smiling for?

Oh, nothing. I just rule.

You know World of Warcraft
has no bearing on real life?

You are not going to drag me down.

No, eventually you'll do that
for yourself.

Not today. Today I am a god.

Where'd you get to?

I went back to the jail.

What? For God's sake, Tatum,
just call the police.

Can't.
Yes, yes, you can.

No, I... I screwed up, Richard.

You didn't do anything wrong.
I did.

Something definitely unprofessional,
potentially criminal,

and you'll have to stop
asking me questions now,

or you'll have to report me.

Just don't ask me anything else,
please.

(Keyboard clicks)

You talk to David?

I talked to Julie.
She's not going to say anything.

You still need
to make that statement.

Oh, Jesus Christ, son!

You're a child playing on the tracks
and you can't see the train coming!

She won't talk.
How do you know?

You have one simple thing to do
to save your career,

and you're too stubborn
to even go to the police.

Look, I'm not reporting her!
Then I will.

No! Do you know why
she leaked the file, huh?

Nicholas Quinn raped her sister
and he got away with it!

That's a pretty good reason,
don't you think?!

That's what she told you, anyway.

How do you know she wasn't
just sleeping with the journalist?

Some women are like that.
You are unbelievable!

I wish, Ben, just once you'd think
with your head instead of your groin.

I love her, Dad. I do!
Oh, grow up!

Sleep with them all you want, but for
Christ's sake, never trust them!

This is hard now, but we'll get
through it if we're smart.

You know, I'm surprised Mum lasted
as long as she did with you!

Get out!

(Door opens)

Oh, cheer up!

We're only going to cripple
a large criminal conspiracy,

and I found my puffer.

You can't use Robby Lucas's
statements.

I beg your pardon.
They're tainted.

They were obtained under duress.

I gave the witness the impression
that his life may be in danger.

You what? Tatum?

When you were out of the room
with your coughing,

um, Robby Lucas reached
under the table between my legs,

and to make him stop,
I told him who my father is,

and that I'd have him...

That I'd get him.

That's why I wanted
to go back there by myself,

'cause I had to tell him
that there was no threat,

but, um, it looks like
he doesn't believe me.

Are you alright?
I think so.

I'm really sorry, Tony!

Oh, of course you only did it
because you were frightened,

and I was an idiot
to leave you in the room,

but you understand, this is very
serious... potentially criminal.

Yes.

Not to mention completely
out of character.

For God's sake, Tatum!

You threatened to have
a witness killed?

This assault, did you report it?

Why not?

I was worried it would get back
to my dad, and he'd...

Robby Lucas is a scumbag, but
I don't want that on my conscience.

Do you toss threats like this
around all the time?

You know I don't!

What are you going to do, Tony?

Report you to the Law Society...

is what I should do.

Instead I'll call Detective Pickford
and try and convince him

that Robby Lucas's talent
for changing his story

makes him too unstable a witness
for us to proceed,

and he's gonna have to junk
the entire investigation.

(Phone buttons beep)
I'm so sorry.

Not nearly enough.

Did you only come clean

because you were worried
this would emerge at trial?

(Sighs) No.

Then why?

(Sighs) Because Danny Novak's my dad
and I love him,

but I work for the Crown too

and I need to find a way
that I can be both, or...

I don't know, Tony.

Yes. Could I speak to
Detective Pickford, please?

It's Tony Gillies. From the DPP.

(Keys jangle, door opens)

How was the counsellor?

Yeah, OK.

Basically said there probably wasn't
an answer to all this right now.

Things take time.

But until then?

Get some sleep.

Don't get too stressed.

Be good to myself.

I've been pretty off the air,
said some things I should've have.

And I didn't say
some things I should've.

Andy, you know I love you too.

Come on!

I love you.

We'll get through this.

Just a dumb idea that went too far,
OK? We're really sorry.

Something else going on
with you and this tosser?

'Cause I was never fucking good
enough for you...

Oh, no, you're an idiot!

There it is.
Conrad, just back off.

Hey!

I wanna make a phone call.
Get your arse in the van.

MAN: Did Tracey give you
that ATM robbery?

It's important to establish the
facts of the professor's employment.

It's utterly irrelevant.
Not if he's a hired gun.

JANET: Throwing accusations
around without evidence,

it's reckless and dangerous.

What happened?

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