Original subtitles

- I want people like you, women like you, on my team.

- Honestly, sis, they just want a pet Aborigine.

Is that who you are? - This legislation

has the backing of the traditional owners.

- We might as well give up the election right now!

- They've only had title for 10 years and they trusted you.

- Fuck!

- Alright, Maclean. Suck on this!

- They were laughing as she was dying.

Jess... don't! [Tires screech, crash]

- What do you want?

- I want you to announce your support

for the deal in the House of Reps.

- And you guarantee the footage won't be seen?

- It has come to my attention that the Prime Minister

is covering up a very serious crime.

- The Prime Minister cannot govern.

- I'm sure he's promised you unicorns and rainbows,

but in the end, it was just fucking revenge.

[Footsteps]

♪♪

- ♪ I got one thing, honey ♪

♪ Yeah, one thing, honey ♪

♪ Yeah, one thing on my mind ♪

♪ Two young bodies, yeah, two warm bodies ♪

♪ And the fingers entwined ♪

♪ With you next to me ♪

♪ We could set this world alight ♪

♪ Here comes destiny ♪

♪ She gonna set this night on fire ♪

- A few moments ago, I crossed the floor of the Senate

and voted to block supply.

A few weeks ago, a young woman named Marcie Maclean

died in detention.

The guards shot tear gas into her cell.

They laughed while she suffocated.

The operators of that prison

were giving kickbacks to Kevin Cartwright,

the Minister for Indigenous Australians.

And the Prime Minister was terrified of the scandal.

They tried to bury this footage.

This is what they didn't want you to see.

- Alright, Maclean. Suck on this!

- [Coughs]

We can't breathe! Someone help!

- Marce, Marce. Breathe, breathe.

Somebody help us!

Please, someone help!

- Alright, Maclean. Suck on this!

- [Coughs]

We can't breathe! Someone help!

Somebody help us! We can't breathe!

Someone help!

Marce, Marce. Breathe, breathe.

Somebody help us!

Help! Somebody help!

♪♪

- I'm stepping down from my position as senator.

I'm walking away from the party.

I'm standing for a seat in the Lower House,

and I will be the next Minister for Indigenous Australians

in a Laurie Martin government.

- Had you spoken to Rachel Anderson

before you crossed the floor?

Have you had any communication with Damien Bauer?

- Katherine.

- Ms. Irving, do you have leadership ambitions

of your own?

- A mouthy blackfella for prime minister?

I'd like to see that.

- Ms. Irving! Ms. Irving!

Senator, what does this mean for your political future?

♪♪

- Hey, boys.

- Mate. - Laurie.

♪♪

- Uh, mate, can you join us, please?

- Yeah.

I'll take care of that. - Okay.

- Well...

[Door closes]

you really are full of surprises, aren't you?

- People need to know why I moved against their prime minister.

- Mm.

Alex, do you know...

Paul?

- Alex. - I do.

No offense...

- None taken. - Why's he here?

- Well, Paul's here because he's the head of our faction

in New South Wales, which is where you will be standing.

- New South Wales? Wran. Western Sydney.

- Yeah, I know where Wran is.

We talked about Queensland.

- We'll never win in your home electorate.

- I know that.

- And metro Queensland is owned by the factions,

so we just thought it'd be a better fit

for you out there in Western Sydney.

- Because I'm black and they're brown?

- Actually, you're kind of brown.

- It's a better fit for you out there

because the suburbs lean conservative

and because that's what we've decided.

- I still want an inquiry into the deaths

of Marcie Maclean and Jess Clarke.

And the agreement on the Winton air base

torn up and renegotiated.

- You will get all of that, but we just have to bring

the rest of the party with us.

[Knock on door]

- Governor-General on line 2, Laurie.

- [Sighs] Boy scout. Alright, sorry.

I've gotta take this.

But we do need to talk.

- Alex.

- So Laurie's moved me to the electorate next to yours?

Does he think I need babysitting?

- Well, do you?

- Is the seat even winnable?

- That's what I'm here for.

[Cellphone rings]

- I've gotta get this.

- Welcome to the party, Alex.

♪♪

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[Cellphone dinging]

♪♪

- Emma Whitehall from "AUS News" just called you the senator

from Bumfuck Nowhere.

- She can say that?

- It's cable.

Well, you ready?

- Let's go.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hi. - How are you?

- Yeah, good, thanks.

- Here we are. So this is Cathy.

- Hi, Cathy. Alex.

- And this is Alexis. - Hi, Alexis.

- Tommy. - Hey, Tommy.

- All the best. Love you.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

Hey. - Nice to meet you.

- You too. Thank you.

- This way, Alex. - Go, Alex!

- So we were here last week and...

- Hi! How's your day going?

- Pretty terrible.

You got a bloody nerve coming down here,

expecting we'll vote for you just 'cause we're told to.

- Alex, move on. - Yeah, move on.

- No one's telling you to do anything, mate.

- You're damn right.

You're all corrupt.

Corrupt! You hear me?

And you don't even live here!

And you're not my mate, mate.

- Yeah, fair enough.

I hate being called "mate" during an argument.

And you're right, I don't live here.

Yet.

Because I'm trying to find a place

and the rentals are insane and so are the mortgages.

How do you afford them?

- You're the politician.

What are you gonna do about it?

- I'm here, talking to you. What are you gonna do?

- What am I gonna do about it? Me? You're talking to me?

You're saying it's my responsibility?

- Okay, let me ask you a question.

When was the last time your sitting member

came down to the mall and spoke to you?

When was the last time you wrote a letter to a politician?

Went to a meeting?

Made a phone call?

Thought so.

If you want things to change and if you want me to represent you

or anyone else here, you gotta pull your finger out and engage.

Agreed?

[Crowd cheers]

Shit! What the hell?! - Oh, dude! Nothing!

- What are you doing?! - Chill! It's okay.

Sorry.

- Alex, please.

Let's go.

Thank you, sir.

♪♪

[Sighs]

What happened? You were about to deck that kid.

- That kid was right behind me.

- You out-talked old mate back there,

everything was great, then you snapped.

So what happened?

- Nothing.

I told you, I'm fine.

- So apparently we have to pull our fingers out.

Is that right?

- That's right.

- Better warn Laurie.

- It's okay.

The punters don't hate me.

And we're ahead by two points in the latest polling.

- That's still within the margin of error, though.

- Margin of error? Fuck you.

Paul Murphy is very happy with where we are right now.

- You know he was an anarchist when I first met him?

And a complete slut.

- Yeah, you can talk.

How's my boy?

- Yeah, I'll get him.

Neph?

Hey, mate!

Here's your mum.

- Hi. - Hey. How are you?

- Good. - Give her something more.

- You give her something more.

- How's school?

- Yeah, it's great.

- Yeah? - Nuh.

- Yeah, very funny.

School tomorrow, right?

Love you.

[Door slams]

- Sorry about that.

- Nah, it's fine.

He's going to school, though, right?

- Yeah, every day now.

I make sure myself.

- Thank you.

We'll talk tomorrow?

- Sure.

♪♪

[Flashlight clicking]

[Man on television speaking indistinctly]

- You know what we're demanding. We're demanding justice.

[Cellphone vibrates]

And these protests in America.

They're not protests, they're demanding it.

And this is what's happening.

There are riots and people are talking about order.

Who cares about order if there's no justice?

We want justice!

I'm sick of talking about law and order.

'Cause you know what? It doesn't work.

Being peaceful... Peaceful protests don't work.

You're never satisfied.

You're never happy with what we do.

♪♪

- Been waiting all night, cuz.

- Yeah, where were ya? - Come on!

♪♪

- Do it again, cuz!

♪♪

[Tires screech] - No!

- Mum! - [Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

[Pills rattling]

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Cellphone ringing]

[Indistinct conversations]

- A drink on a school night?

- You suggested it. I was just checking in.

- What would you like?

- Oh, what are you drinking?

- Uh, whatever you're having.

- Two rum and Cokes, thanks.

- Two rum and Cokes it is.

[Laughter]

- Where's the caucus on my conditions?

- Come on, Alex. Bauer's about to call an election.

There's some business to get through.

- No, it's pretty simple, Paul.

Where's the party room on this?

Why won't you give me an answer?

- Are you and Laurie fucking?

- I cross the floor, I bring down the PM, and your party...

- Our party now, Alex.

- Your party thinks that I did all this

because I'm wet for Laurie?

- There's a precedent.

- So give a black woman a seat and still call her a slut.

Is that it? - I didn't say that.

- Where are you going? Another drink?

- I'm good. - I'll have another one.

- Look, you've got a right to be pissed off.

- Well, why did you ask me?

Are you getting back at me

because I was parachuted in over your head?

- Over my head?

- Well, why aren't they making you

Minister for Indigenous Australians?

- It's a poisoned chalice, Alex.

The real power's in Treasury.

- Yeah, no one takes Treasury unless they're aiming higher.

Deputy?

First Indigenous prime minister?

That... that's where you're going?

You really think that's gonna happen?

- I've got more chance than you have.

Sorry, that was harsh.

- No, no. You're right.

For a hundred different reasons.

- The party's not going to tear up the Winton Agreement, Alex.

It's Queensland. You know how that plays.

- The inquiry into Marcie Maclean and Jess Clarke?

- We're taking advice. - Oh, Paul!

- When did an inquiry into Aboriginal deaths

ever achieve anything?

We had Muirhead in '91.

339 recommendations and how many were implemented?

- Thanks for the lecture, Paul.

- None. Nothing changed.

- Does this mean you're dropping the inquiry?

- No, it means we're still working on it.

- Doesn't this kill you?

- Every fuckin' day.

Every fuckin' day.

[Birds chirping]

♪♪

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

♪♪

- Peter. - Rachel.

- Thank you.

- How are you?

- Amazing how quickly the phone stops ringing.

- And how's Greg settling in?

- Uh, Greg and I have had an arrangement for some time.

There was no need to prolong it.

I take it the party sent you?

- [Sighs]

The current U.K. ambassador

is coming to the end of his posting.

It's a consequential position,

given the U.K.'s changing circumstances.

They're prepared to recall him if you agree.

- They're worried about the miserable ghost scenario.

So, what, they just want me to vacate my seat?

- It would be appreciated if you could delay the announcement.

- Oh. Fuck.

- They want to run a small-target campaign focused on Damien.

They think you'd be a distraction.

- What do you think?

- It's your decision. - And I'll make it.

- I think you've held that seat for 17 years.

And that's a long time in politics.

Very few people get the chance to decide when they go.

You didn't have that luxury as PM.

You do as a sitting member.

- Just indulge me for a minute.

What was your job, Peter? - I was your chief of staff.

- No, what were your duties?

- I was your fixer.

I protected you. - Did you?

When they were plotting their coup, when they were about

to cross the floor of the House? Did you protect me...

- Rachel. Rachel. - Or did you nod off

on the job? No, Peter, you fucked up.

So tell me something, because I cannot

for the life of me understand how you still have your job.

- I was always impeccably loyal, Rachel.

Think about London.

♪♪

- [Sobbing]

♪♪

[Dog barking]

♪♪

- Hello. Who's this?

What are you doing?

Who's this over here?

Hello. Hey, boy.

What are you doing?

- Here's trouble.

- Stephen!

- Couldn't hack it today?

I know the feeling, old mate.

- Where are the others? - Had to give a couple away.

You want a drink first?

- Nah, I'm good.

[Fly buzzing]

[Bird squawking]

I'll do the rest, yeah?

- No.

No, that oughta do me.

- Reckon it'll rain soon?

- Yeah.

One day.

[Wind blowing]

- changes that have left many exporters nervous

about which industries might be targeted next.

And to national politics now.

And angry crowds have continued to gather

around the country today

in response to the death in custody

of Aboriginal teenager Marcie Maclean.

The violent demonstrations

prompted Prime Minister Damien Bauer

to issue a nationwide call for calm.

- I understand the footage of Ms. Maclean is very distressing,

but it's important to remember

that we are not a racist country.

This was an issue of private operator misbehavior

and of ministerial corruption.

And it's been addressed.

That's why Rachel Anderson is not your prime minister...

- Could you turn that off, please?

- People have a right to be angry about corruption.

And people have the right to express these sentiments...

- I said, "Could you turn that off, please?"

- But the ugly scenes we've seen in the capitals...

[Volume increases] are unacceptable.

- What are you doing?

- I wanna hear it.

- And I asked you to turn it off.

- My cab.

- and by professional agitators.

- I made a simple request.

- Your lot don't get to tell us what to do anymore.

- My lot?

What do you mean?

When the hell did we ever tell you what to do?

- All the time.

"Can't say that. That's racist.

"Can't say that. That's sexist."

- Can you stop talking now?

- So much for free speech.

Only good thing you ever did was ditch that witch

and make Damien Bauer prime minister.

- Stop the car.

- Australia's higher education sector as a result.

- I said stop the fucking car!

[Tires screech]

- There's no need to swear.

- And there's no need to be a cunt.

- ♪ I take it back ♪

♪ You're going down ♪

- See ya later.

♪ I've had enough of you ♪

♪ Dragging all of my shame around ♪

♪ Boy, watch your back ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm sticking 'round ♪

♪ I'm sticking 'round ♪

♪♪

♪ You won't look back ♪

♪ But I can't forget ♪

♪ So I'm gatherin' up ♪

♪ Everything I ever tried to suppress ♪

[Cellphone ringing] ♪ And I'll be at your door ♪

♪ With a sharpened knife ♪

♪ Soon as I work out ♪

♪♪

♪ How to get off this floor ♪

- How'd you be, team? We're still winning, are we?

Hey, Alex, how are you?

[Cellphone ringing]

- I should get this.

Yep.

- We need to schedule a meeting with you,

Eddie, and the school counselor.

- Yeah, okay. - He's a good kid,

but the unexplained absences can't continue.

- She wants to go back to Winton?

- Yeah. - That's right.

- Oh, Jesus. Come on. I mean, Alex!

The election could be called any day.

- My boy's wagging school.

- Well, sort it over the phone.

People tell me they're useful things.

- My boy...

saw footage of a man pointing a gun at me, Laurie.

- Oh, alright.

- He saw the police chase a young girl onto the road

and get run down by a car.

When the school principal has to file a report

'cause he's missed too many school days, then, yeah,

I've gotta fly back to Winton.

Do I need to quote the party's carer leave policy back at you?

- No, I don't think you do.

Mate, could you sort this out, please?

- Yeah.

♪♪

What are you doing? - Don't know yet.

- You can get things done.

It just has to be on the party's time line.

- Like your leadership ambitions?

- Don't do this.

- PARKROYAL, then the airport. - Alex, you...

♪♪

Hey, you know you won't get another chance at this.

- Let's go, driver. - Al...

♪♪

- Jesus Christ.

♪♪

- Ms. Anderson. Right this way.

♪♪

- Rachel.

- Prime Minister.

We could have met at your office, you know?

Glass of Sangiovese and the eye fillet, please.

- How would you like that?

- Bleeding.

- Seen the polls?

- I have.

- And?

- And I'm committed to the return of this Government

and prepared to do anything to make sure that happens.

But you are vulnerable in the southern cities

and rolling me hasn't helped your woman problem.

But I'm prepared to make a show of support...

Campaign through the southern states,

try and convince women that we actually give a damn

and that moderates...

- I'm gonna stop you there, Rachel.

We can't win an election pandering to the moderates.

It's the base we need to be sure of.

That's something you never understood.

- Oh, I've always understood, Damien.

I just didn't go there.

- I'm overriding your branch

to install a new candidate in your seat.

She'll contest the next election.

- What? Who?

- Great young woman.

Business council cred.

No baggage. You'd really like her.

- You're bluffing.

- Fallout from the deaths of those girls, the cover-up...

I can't win an election with you, Rachel.

And, frankly, I can do without the distraction.

The party thanks you for your service.

I offered you a dignified exit.

I'm sorry you chose not to take it.

- Can I take that, sir?

- Jesus!

No, I'll get it. Give me that.

- I'll get you another one, sir.

♪♪

- Thanks for picking me up.

- I wasn't gonna make you walk.

So, what's the school gonna do about Eddie?

- Well, they're holding off on reporting him,

but he's gotta lift his game.

Bloody Charlie! He's supposed to have an eye on him.

- And he has.

You know he packed up that whole house while you've been gone?

- It's not as if he's actually working.

- You're just a bundle of joy, aren't ya?

- Come on. Come.

Come.

- Hey. Pull over?

- Mate. Mate. Mate, come.

Mate. Come.

- Keeping out of trouble, Stephen?

Or do I have to get out and make ya?

- Well, maybe someone could pick up the phone once in a while.

- Sorry, I've been flat out.

Try me later.

- Wanna buy a dog?

- Gotta get home.

Talk soon.

- Sure.

♪♪

- Thanks, sis!

[Horn honks] - See ya!

♪♪

[Man speaking indistinctly on television]

[Television turns off]

- Why weren't you at school?

How many days is that now?

Where were you? - Nowhere.

- Miss Gillespie called. - Miss Gillespie hates me.

- At least Miss Gillespie graduated from high school.

What were you doing? Where were you?

- I was doing nothing. - Don't give me that.

- What's the point? Fuck's sake.

- I know.

What's the point of any of this, right?

But you can't get away with anything.

Wagging school, hanging out with your mates,

drinking in the park. - Jesus, Mum.

- Everywhere you go, whatever you do, people will be watching you.

And you can't give them any excuse.

Ever.

I mean, it's bad enough for me, but it's worse for you.

That's why I'm hard on you.

- I won't know anyone in Sydney.

- Neither will I.

But it's not definite I'm gonna win anyway.

- You'll win.

And then we'll live in Sydney, and it'll suck.

- You know why I'm doing it, right?

- Yeah, you keep saying.

- Those girls died because people came down on them.

The same way they'll come down on you.

That's why I need to do something about it.

- Like what?

- I don't know yet.

But can you stop growing a bit?

I swear to God, every time I come back...

- That's not fair, Alex.

I've been walking him to school.

- Really? - Every day.

I saw him walk into the schoolyard.

- Well, apparently he walked straight back out again.

Do we have any tea?

- Yeah, should be some there.

Hey, and don't make this my fault.

- Well, isn't it?

- I could've stayed in Sydney, Alex.

- Oh, don't play the martyr.

You were suspended after that video.

- I don't have to be here, Alex.

I came back to look after Eddie and pack up the house

while you're running around, kissing babies.

- Why isn't there any bloody tea?

- Because I had to pack the house in a hurry,

and you weren't around.

You won't find it in there.

Or there.

What's going on? - Oh, what's going on?

Eddie's given up on the world.

- And?

- I'm still getting death threats.

- Well, what do the police say?

- "Impossible to track.

Take the usual precautions."

Mum's special tea.

- We can't have that. It's for guests.

What?

♪♪

How much is here?

- A couple of grand.

- Classic Mum.

Beer?

- Yes, please.

♪♪

- In a shock move today,

former prime minister Rachel Anderson has announced

her resignation from Parliament,

standing down from her seat of North Sydney.

Anderson has held...

- Pretty brutal move. - She deserves it.

- Today's resignation marks the final humiliation

of what has been a remarkably...

- Did you know about this? - Yeah, course I did.

Me and Rachel Anderson are like that.

- Anderson has long been considered party royalty.

- You in tonight? - Her father, Richard...

- No, there's a meeting at the town hall.

They're raising water restrictions again.

- I'll come with you.

- Anderson took the party to what was widely considered...

[Indistinct conversations]

- Hmph! - Look who it is.

Here.

Come on.

- Do you know any pollies coming tonight?

- No, this is a safe seat. We're on our own.

- I don't believe this. What a fuckin' nerve.

- We're just here for the meeting, Joely.

- Yeah, but you're obviously not here for the feels

'cause a whole bunch of us think you're a dick.

- I don't have time for this. - No, that'd be right.

Lump us with a fascist sock puppet for a PM,

and now you don't have time. Fuck me.

- Look, we might just leave it there, okay?

- Hey, I represented the state for six months,

and then I was on the council before that for years,

so don't bloody accuse me of not doing my job.

- And now you're pissing off to Sydney,

so who represents us now?

- Least I'm here. - That's not fucking good enough.

Why do I even bother?

- Do you know this idiot?

- She's not an idiot, and she can still hear you.

- G'day.

- G'day, mate.

So, uh, good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

We're here tonight to, uh,

discuss some very important information.

Some information that may well affect you

as members of our community.

Water storage levels have now fallen below 5%.

As a result, council has voted to lift water restrictions

to emergency levels.

This is what it means to you.

No watering of gardens or fields.

Penalties apply.

No washing of vehicles, dwellings or thoroughfares.

Penalties apply. - There's water in the system,

but it's all going to those big farms.

Why don't you do something about that?

- Drinking water will be trucked in from Townsville...

- And how are we going to afford that?

- and allocated as per previous agreements.

All persons needing assistance can apply

to the relevant government department.

- If things are so bad,

why has the base been given more allocation?

They're taking water from the river now.

- The new air base will provide valuable jobs

and resources to the local community.

- Are you going to freeze our mortgages

and get the banks off of our back?

- Yeah!

[Applause]

- The state and federal governments

have promised substantial drought relief.

[Crowd murmuring]

You'll have to apply online.

- What are you gonna do when we're thrown off our land?

- There's absolutely no reason...

[All yelling over each other]

♪♪

- Can I help?

- Nah.

- At least you were here.

♪♪

[Metal squeaking]

♪♪

[Dog barking]

♪♪

- Hey, bub. I've gotta go soon.

- How was last night?

- Not great.

- The police haven't killed any black kids lately.

Guess that's something.

- I know you've been through the wars.

But we can't afford to think that it's always

gonna be like that.

- Yeah. Good luck with that.

- You gonna look after your uncle?

- Nuh.

- Though there's been no official announcement,

sources within the Government are tipping

that sometime this morning, Prime Minister Bauer

will take the short drive to Government House

and ask the Governor-General to call an election.

While the Prime Minister has managed

to put some of the recent instability behind him,

the Government still trails the Opposition in the polls.

Recent numbers have the Opposition ahead

by a wide margin

and if the election is called within the next few days,

this could be the end of the line

for the incumbent prime minister.

[Reporters asking questions at once]

- Prime Minister. Prime Minister.

Prime Minister, any comment?

- The Prime Minister has called a general election,

putting an end to speculation

about when he could take his government to the polls.

Damien Bauer declared his confidence

that his party will have the backing

of the Australian public.

The announcement kicks off what's been described

as a deliberately short campaign period,

intended to catch the...

- Good dog.

Good dog. Come. Here, mate.

Here, mate.

Here, mate.

Hey. - Hey, Stephen.

- Mum home? - Nah.

- That's probably a good thing.

I've got something for you.

Your mum asked me to save a pup.

He's all yours.

- Mum agreed?

- Pretty much.

Half a can every evening and every morning.

Good dry food, not the cheap shit.

And give him a bone every now and then.

- What's his name?

- Call him whatever you like.

- Here, Rocky.

[Whistles]

Good boy, Rocky.

- Anyone got any cash?

Eddie?

- You still owe me 10 from last week.

- Oh, yeah. Forgot. Soz.

Give us a sip, eh?

- Yeah? - Oi. Oi! Oi.

Oh! You're an idiot. - Oi!

Oi, you... you fuckin' right?

What are you lookin' at?

Come here, you little shit. Come on!

Stop wasting water, you pricks.

♪♪

Little bastards.

♪♪

- How you going, matey? - G'day, Stephen.

♪♪

- Hey...

♪♪

What?

♪♪

- Look away, love.

♪♪

- Stephen? No!

[Fire whooshing]

♪♪

[Screaming]

[Cellphone chimes]

- Alex, it's Stephen Murchison.

Look, don't get pissed off at me,

but I gave your boy a dog.

Look after him, yeah?

Love ya.

♪♪

[Cellphone whooshes]

♪♪

[Cellphone rings]

♪♪

- Yeah?

♪♪

- Oh, Alex! Nice of you to join us.

Um...

while you're here, just a word, because we're off and running

and because Paul and the team have pulled all stops out,

you can't for a minute consider scuttling off back home

until this is all done.

We own you until this campaign is over.

Understood?

- A friend of mine back home just killed himself.

- Oh. Well, uh, that's...

- Apparently, the bank was gonna take his farm away, so...

he gave away his dogs.

- Uh, well, I'm not quite sure why we're hearing

about this now, but...

- He rode his wheelchair down the main street...

and set himself on fire.

- Oh, Jesus, Alex, uh...

- What are we doing for people like him?

What are we doing for my son?

What are we doing for anyone back home?

You don't want an inquiry into Marcie and Jess, do you?

You just want a black face to cover it all.

- Well, you should...

stop right there.

Alex, I don't think you actually understand

how easy this has been made for you.

You've been given everything. You've been given a seat.

You've been given campaign support.

You have been promised a Cabinet post right at the end.

Everything...

everything has been given to you

on a nice, shiny, silver platter.

And what do you bring to the party?

You come in here and you say,

"What are you gonna do about the folks back home?"

Well, if your precious folks back home vote for us,

we'll do something for the fuckers.

Until that day,

you're lucky I don't sack you right here on the spot.

- You'll never be prime minister, Laurie.

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- Laurie Martin's in damage control today

in the wake of Alex Irving's shock departure,

just hours after the election was called.

The volatile former senator cited a clash of core values

as the reason for her walking away

from yet another political party,

a move many predict will mark the end of her political career.

- I no longer trust our two major parties.

I've seen how they work, and they're not working for us.

There's gotta be a better way to govern ourselves.

We're a smart country.

It's time we stopped acting so bloody stupid.

I know some people out there think I'm a turncoat,

a wrecker, a bomb thrower,

because I won't toe a party line.

Well, if that's what it takes to get the government

to listen to the people who elected them,

then that's what I'll keep doing.

My hometown is in the electorate of Freeman.

They need someone in Parliament who knows them,

which is why I'll be standing as an independent.

And it'll be up to the people of Freeman

to decide if they want me.

No one else.

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