Original subtitles

- We've always said, if we make this seat marginal,

we've performed a miracle, and I'll be damned

if we don't give that bastard Ramsay a run for his money.

I need you with me today, Eddie.

It's important.

- Always is.

- Have you seen Eddie? - No, auntie.

- Well, if you see him, tell him he's grounded.

♪♪

- Here, here.

That! That came in yesterday.

- It's a very worrying situation, and we're all praying

for the safe return of Alex Irving's son.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Sobbing]

- He's okay. He's not here.

He's not here. He's okay.

- Ladies and gentlemen, the silent majority has spoken.

This victory is for them.

- It's now clear neither of the major parties

will hold a majority in the new Parliament,

potentially a fatal blow for the leaderships

of both Damian Bauer and Laurie Martin.

[Cheers and applause]

- What a day.

This is for us.

What are you going to do with all that anger?

- Burn shit down.

That's what you do, right?

♪♪

[Pleasant music plays]

♪♪

- If you drop that phone, Eddie, I swear to God...

[Cellphone ringing]

[Ringing stops]

[Cellphone ringing]

♪♪

- That's really annoying.

- I can put it on silent.

- Why don't you just answer it?

- Because I'm here with you.

Now why don't you put the phone away before you drop it?

- I'm not going to drop it.

[Cellphone ringing]

♪♪

When can we go home?

- When we're relaxed and refreshed.

- You're never relaxed. - Well, what about now?

♪♪

[Cellphone ringing]

- Attention all guests, will the owner

of the white Toyota Highlander,

registration 252, please return to your vehicle?

You've left your lights on.

- Jack. - Alex.

How are we?

- Yeah, good. You?

- Fine.

I suppose congratulations are in order.

- Thank you.

- Just so you know, I secured millions of dollars'

worth of election promises from my party,

so none of that'll be honored now.

Good luck explaining that to the voters.

- Oh, I think they're smart enough to know

they've been taken for a ride.

- Don't get self-righteous with me.

You pulled that stunt at the town hall.

- And one of your staff has made an anonymous complaint

to child services.

- No idea what you're talking about.

Well, I won't keep you.

You and those other idiots,

you got a nation to hold to ransom now.

- Thanks for the call. - See you in 3 years, darling.

[Line goes dead]

[Birds chirping]

- We'll head home tomorrow, okay?

We'll sort things out there,

and then me and uncle will fly to Canberra.

Eddie?

- What do you want me to say, mum?

Ever since you've become a politician,

nothing but bad shit has happened.

How is this any different?

- We have a duty to our community.

- So we can't have a normal life because we're Aboriginal?

That's not fair.

- You're right. It's not,

but they're the cards we're dealt.

- What does that even mean?

- That's what mum used to say when I complained.

- I don't want to leave Winton.

- Okay. No more bad holidays, I promise.

- I don't want to live anywhere else.

I don't want to move again when you start work.

- Eddie. - Winton is my home.

- Winton will always be your home, but you're a minor.

You can't live alone.

Doc has put you on a safety plan, remember?

- I can stay in Winton if I have a parent

or legal guardian with me.

What if someone else takes care of me, like Auntie Faye?

- Eddie. - Just think about it for once,

mum, please.

[Rap music playing faintly]

♪♪

[Rap music playing from headphones]

♪♪

[Line ringing]

- Alex, this is a surprise. - Is it?

- Well, the last time we spoke, you told me to go fuck myself.

Wasn't sure exactly how hard you wanted me to do that.

- You deserved it. - [Chuckles]

- You're right about the balance of power, though.

- I'm a political animal.

I can feel which way the wind is blowing,

which is why we donated to your campaign.

- Tell me you just didn't say that.

- The think tank, Future for Democracy,

Nick set it up. Don't panic.

It's all aboveboard, aspirational staff

backing female centrist candidates.

- [Gasps] You are unbelievable.

You still think I owe you.

- Not at all, but I do think it's time we called it even.

I assume this is just a call to say congrats.

♪♪

- I'll meet you in Canberra with my team.

No one hears about that, or we don't speak again.

Understood? - Understood.

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

♪♪

- Do you like seeing holes in my head?

[Laughter]

[Gun cocks, gunshots]

[Bullet casings rattling]

♪♪

[Upbeat music plays] - Okay, you mob. Drinks on me!

[All cheering]

- That is deadly.

- Leo, was that your first deadly?

- Yes, it was. - Oh, well done.

- Oh, he's a proper Black fellow now.

- Thank you. - I'm so proud of you.

- I appreciate it. I'm feeling very unwell now.

I'm going to go and sit down. - Hey, Leo, you deadly thing.

♪♪

- [Sighs]

- You found him, Leo?

- We don't know if it's a him. - He's a troll.

He threatened to rape her. Of course it's a him.

Plus, you know, statistically, whatever.

♪♪

- He's being careful.

- But you said he'd slip up.

- Yeah, and I've got nothing to go on until he does.

♪♪

I need something concrete, you know, something real.

I need you to keep engaging him until we get it.

♪♪

- ♪ Looking counter clockwise ♪

♪ Knowing what could happen ♪

- What are we going to do if we find him, anyway?

- ♪ Maybe ♪

- I don't know.

- ♪ Steadfast collapse ♪

♪ Always certain any moment ♪

♪ Maybe you ♪

♪ Maybe even you ♪

♪ Recline complete ♪

♪ Dream too sweet ♪

♪ I can't do it, not with you ♪

♪ Not even with you ♪

♪ Maybe never with you ♪

♪♪

♪ And I'd sell my soul ♪

♪ For total control ♪

♪♪

♪ Yeah, I'd sell my soul ♪

♪ For total control ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, I'd sell my soul ♪

♪ For total control ♪

- These are the guardianship papers.

Once you sign them, we'll have to do

an assessment of Eddie's new place of residence.

- My home.

- In this case, your home.

- Can you do that today? - I can.

- Well, go on, then. Do your job.

- Faye, let her finish.

If I sign the papers today, what happens to the care plan?

- You can sign over guardianship to Faye,

provided we don't have any conditions.

- Like what? - Don't be Black, and we won't

take your kids away from you? - Faye.

- The assessment I did on Alex had nothing to do with her, you,

both of you, being Black, Aboriginal.

Look, unless we have any stipulations,

which I don't, yeah?

Then the new guardianship arrangement

will make the care plan redundant.

- Redundant?

- Unnecessary, n-no longer in place.

- I know what redundant means.

So the plan just goes away, just like that?

- Well, the care plan only applies to you and Eddie.

- If I sign him over, you'll leave him be?

- Of course, but Faye will be his legal guardian.

- It's not forever.

You can change it back whenever you want, remember?

- But we'll have to resume the safety plan.

♪♪

- Okay.

♪♪

- SS, away.

♪♪

- Thank you.

♪♪

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay, mum.

- Okay. I need you to be good, okay?

Go to school.

Do your homework.

Don't Google me.

Brush your teeth.

Floss, okay? It's really important.

- It's not a big deal, mum. I'll see you soon.

- I know. OK, give me a hug.

♪♪

Please look after him. - You know I will.

- All right. Come on.

This carney ain't going to destroy itself.

♪♪

- I love you.

It's okay. You don't have to say it back.

♪♪

- ♪ Hey ♪

♪ I'm on my way now ♪

♪♪

♪ Everything's changing ♪

♪ The gauntlet has been laid ♪

♪ And this should be a bloody game ♪

♪♪

♪ Babe ♪

[Cellphone ringing]

♪ I'm ready to play ♪

- Alex Irving's office, this is Charlie.

- Alex Irving's office, this is Joely.

- Oh, no, she's not available this morning.

- I'll have to have a chat with her about that one.

- But we're looking to do it for about Tuesday in the AM.

♪ You built the ring, but I make the rules ♪

♪ I ain't no fool ♪

[Crowd chattering]

[Crowd shouting "Alex"]

- Shit, here we go.

[Indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, powerful Black women coming through.

No comment, thank you.

♪♪

- "Black women coming through," seriously?

- That's right. You wouldn't know anything about

Black women coming, hey?

- Wow.

♪♪

- Hello. Can I help you?

- We're in the private dining room.

- Right this way, please.

♪♪

- Mm-hmm.

- Hello, Rachel. - Alex, it's lovely to see you.

Hey, congratulations.

Now, you must be Charlie. I've been looking forward

to meeting you. Well done running such a great campaign.

Charlie, this is my advisor, Nick Pearce.

- You identified voter cynicism as a problem

and leveraged it, very clever.

- Thank you. - [Clears throat]

- This is... - I'm Joely.

That win that you just congratulated Charlie on,

I was a part of that.

- I've been enjoying your socials, Joely...

Very fresh, surprisingly funny.

- [Clears throat]

- So are we going to stand around with our dicks

in our hands all day, or should we start with a drink?

- A drink would be great,

but I would like a quiet word with you if I may, Alex.

- Yeah, sure.

- Please get yourselves settled.

You must be tired.

Listen, we're going to need to trust each other.

I don't see how we're going to stay in control of this

if we don't.

- Do you trust me?

- I trust we want some of the same things.

- And what are those things? - Bauer gone.

The question is how and when.

We might have to play the long game there.

- You can't back Laurie.

- I can't be seen to back Laurie and keep my seat,

but neither can you,

unless you want the scarlet-red Laurie sore

on your back to shine even brighter.

- I won't be forced into a decision about Laurie

because I'm afraid of what people might think.

People fought hard for me to be here,

and if I support Laurie, that means a fast track

for Ramsay to take his seat back.

- See, same side.

Now, we might not be able to back Laurie,

but if we secure the bloc,

we can use him to get what we need.

- If we do this together, you need to keep me updated

on every conversation you have.

- Agreed.

Same goes for you.

All right.

Let's look at the other independents.

- Shaun Keogh, the Green.

- Shaun the zombie.

Makes you think that he's all white and woke,

but really, he's just dead inside.

- Shaun Keogh re-elected to the seat of [Indistinct]

inner city Melbourne.

Technically, he's not an independent,

but he's only the members of the Greens

to have a seat in the lower house.

Could be a powerful ally.

- Much as I hate to admit it because the soy-boy

drove me mad, I agree,

but he is a self-righteous little prick

who'll piss on good because it's not perfect.

- Next up, Justin Yang, the new guy.

- What do you know? - Justin Yang

is the first independent to hold foster in WA.

He's positioned himself as the poster boy for family values,

a religious conservative but not a total nut job,

strong advocate for migrant communities.

- Now, we should assume that he'll align

with Damian and his party,

but their preference deals with the lunatic fringe.

- Yeah, could potentially be a turn-off.

- He's a committed multiculturalist.

- Which is why he's got good reasons to want to work with us.

- All right. Next up, George Jeffries.

- Yuck. - George!

- I see he needs no introductions.

[Laughter] All right. George Jeffries,

veteran maverick from northern WA,

longest-serving independent of the bunch,

big focus on local issues in regional rural Australia,

traditionally aligns himself to the right but...

- But he absolutely hates Bauer.

- Well, he wasn't too fond of Rachel either.

- Then it wouldn't be the first frigid marriage of convenience.

- We kept the beds apart, but the union was solid.

For someone as unhinged as George,

he is surprisingly reliable.

Now, he'll come with a shopping list.

- Finally, there's Philippa Bailey,

also her first term.

She's an experienced solicitor, swung a seat in South Australia,

fiscal centrist but leans socially liberal.

Her passion project is cyber abuse legislation.

Philippa talks across the political spectrum.

Both sides have been trying to recruit her for years.

- Yeah, and I liked her when I met her.

She's fair, but she's tough.

- Well, we're going to need tough.

Damian will play hardball.

- Bauer won't play nice. He might do our work for us.

- Well, George won't like being pushed around.

- Well, sometimes you need a big prick to take on a little dick.

- You alright there? You talk a lot about dicks.

- Well, let's assume both parties will already

be making approaches.

- [Sighs] I'd better get to work.

- How about I reach out to Philippa and Justin,

and you touch base with George and Shaun?

- Yeah, I can do that.

♪♪

George.

- Thanks for the invitation, Alex.

Am I going to need my shotgun?

- Welcome.

- Sorry I'm late. - No, you're not late, Justin.

- I'm still finding my way around this city.

Justin. - George.

- I bet this isn't your first rodeo.

- What? - Rodeo, bull riding.

- Hey, I know what a rodeo is, son. What's your question?

- Any advice? - Shoot straight.

All you've got is your word. Isn't that right, Rachel?

- That's right, George, and I've got the scars to prove it.

Hello, Justin. Great win.

- So this is the room where it happens.

Knew you'd show up, George. - And they've invited you.

God help us all.

- John, well done. - Oh, Philippa, welcome.

Um, do you know everyone?

You remember George, of course, Shaun Keogh,

Justin Yang, Rachel Anderson.

- Hi, Philippa. Great to see you again.

- You too, Rachel.

[Sighs]

- Right. Well, thanks for coming, everyone.

Shall we start?

We'll never have more power than we do right now,

but we'll be under pressure to form this government quickly.

- Actually, the constitution gives us 21 days,

so I don't think we should be rushing the process.

- I agree, but it won't be comfortable.

The majors will take any opportunity

to put the screws in us.

- You'd be the expert at that, wouldn't you, Rachel?

- Are we going to bicker all day, George?

- I've fielded dozens of calls from both parties.

I'm sure you all have. So, can we agree right now,

no one meets with the majors without informing the group?

We have to negotiate as a bloc or we lose our leverage, agreed?

- Agreed. - Mm-hmm.

- So where do we start?

- We could start with issues we have common ground on,

move out from there.

- What on Earth are you and I going to agree on, mate?

- You might be surprised, George.

It's true, Shaun doesn't have crocodile control

at the top of his list, but he does love wind farms

and medical marijuana. - It's great for the arthritis.

- Uh-huh. - Feeling your age, George?

- Okay, can we just pull it back for a moment?

Okay, right now we just need an idea of our general positions.

We can talk details later.

I'll start, if you like. Okay.

Political corruption is a major issue in Freeman

and for all Australians.

I want a full investigation into the deaths

of Marcie Maclean and Jess Clarke.

- Tragic, Black Lives Matter, strongly for.

- Is this going on the record?

- No one is taking minutes, George.

- Well, I've already said my bit on integrity.

You hold the crooks accountable.

I got nothing to hide.

- You don't have to put your hand up, Philippa.

- Well, I'm sorry, but I'm confident

negotiating on behalf of my electorate.

I don't think I need a group to dictate who I endorse.

- No one is questioning your negotiating skills, Philippa.

- You don't want to be alone on that crossbench.

We'll get more done if we trust each other.

- Do you two trust each other?

- [Sighs]

I trust this.

If I was still PM, and a coherent group

was holding the balance of power, you'd have my attention.

[Cellphone chimes]

- Shaun, do you want to talk about environmental policy?

- Happy to.

How about a national strategy to manage fires and droughts?

- I agree. - Oh, you agree now,

and yet the federal government you led

did sweet fuck-all in forest floor maintenance.

- I've got to challenge that, George.

That isn't what caused the fires.

- Isn't it? OK, mate, what's that?

- What's what?

- Is that an asshole or an elbow?

Because I don't think you know the difference,

but I'll tell you. It's one. You're the other.

- Fuck off, George. - I'm done.

- See?

You lot walk into Parliament together,

and it's going to be like one bad joke...

An Aboriginie, an Asian, and three women all walk into a bar.

Hooroo.

- Give me a moment.

- [Scoffs]

- George, wait.

- Sorry, love, but if I back down now,

that Greenie in there will never let me forget it.

- That's what matters to you?

- Here.

- What's this? - It's my shopping list.

- There are some people you just can't negotiate with.

- Can we at least keep talking?

- I can't ditch Laurie to form an alliance with Rachel Anderson.

She's a little further away than just across the aisle,

if you know what I mean.

- What about me?

Would your party have a problem

if you aligned with an independent Indigenous woman?

- I like you, Alex, and I can't lie, the optics are good.

I'll put it to the group, but no promises.

- What was that all about?

- I think in the animal kingdom, they call it scent marking.

- Yeah.

You know where I stand.

- We'll let you debrief.

- Well, that went well.

- How are we going to form a bloc

when we can't agree on a single thing?

- I think it's me.

I think me being in the room is triggering people.

I mean, Shaun, he's never going to cede the high moral ground,

and George has enjoyed torturing me for far too long to stop now.

- I mean, I don't disagree. They don't seem to trust you.

- No.

They do trust you.

I think I should step back, let you lead.

Nick can be my proxy.

- Hmm.

- What's that?

- George's shopping list.

- Told you.

- Well, counting continues for the Senate this week,

and while numbers are not yet finalized,

it appears the Greens and the microparties

have made significant gains,

but all eyes are focused on the lower house

with pressure mounting now on the bloc of independents

to resolve the political deadlock.

This uncertainty over who will govern the country

for the next 3 years has unsettled the stock market,

and with the Australian dollar and the oil odds

heading downwards, some analysts are warning

that further political instability

will dent economic growth and employment.

♪♪

- Alex, look, I'm not interested.

- I'm not here to...

- And I'm not going to repeat myself.

I haven't repeated myself since I told a yuppie

to fuck off twice in 1988.

- I'm not here to change your mind, George.

Everybody understands your position.

- You've already spoken to the others?

- Well, it's like you said. It's a bad joke.

An Aboriginie, an Asian and three women walk into a bar.

Add an old codger in, and it's a really bad joke.

This was a courtesy call

because I know those things are important to you,

but we're continuing the negotiations without you.

Have a nice day.

[Door opens]

[Telephone ringing]

- I'll hang back.

- Damian, Peter. - Rachel.

- Oh, you both know Nick, of course.

- Drink?

- Thank you.

- Peter? - No, thanks.

- You look tired, Damian.

- I think we can dispense with the pleasantries,

don't you? - Oh, please.

- The way I see it, you can't endorse Laurie

without fucking yourself, and let's not pretend...

You've got limited options.

- You came all the way across town to tell her that?

- What Damian is saying is that backing Laurie

probably won't win you a second term.

- Maybe one term is all I want.

- I don't buy that any more than I buy the new haircut

or the focus on the feminist bullshit.

It's just not you, Rachel, and neither is this clown.

- I'm rather enjoying my new reality, Damian.

Even you'd have to admit that Nick ran an incredible campaign.

- For a clown.

- The party want to give you the chance to come back.

You give certain guarantees about leadership and loyalty,

and in return,

Damian would invite you back onto the front bench.

- And what are you offering? - Minister for Women.

- [Laughs]

- Of course.

You need four seats.

What if I was to bring someone with me?

- Alex Irving?

- No.

♪♪

- We'd consider foreign affairs.

I think that would suit everyone.

- Last time you offered me London for breakfast,

he shafted me at lunch.

- I think you can see from our offer that we're serious.

♪♪

- Well?

- We'll think about it.

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

- George is confirmed for the meeting.

- How'd you do that? - I just told him not to come.

- [Snorts] - Better let Rachel know.

- Man, that Rachel, she's...

- A lot. - She's a killer.

- I mean, it's easier to understand now

why she was the prime minister.

- Are you smitten, Charlie? - No, just impressed.

I wasn't expecting that.

- It must be lovely to have such low expectations

of another gender, so then you can always be surprised.

- Don't play the gender card. - Don't play the patriarchy.

[Cellphone chimes]

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

- It's him, isn't it?

- No. - Don't lie to me, Alex.

Give me that.

♪♪

- What the f...

- It's evidence.

- Evidence of what, that there's terrible people out there?

You need that?

- Tell me you don't read them all.

- I don't.

[Cellphone vibrating]

It's Paul.

Paul, hi.

Yep. Mm-kay.

♪♪

- Oh. [Chuckles]

- Real classy place you picked here, mate.

- Figured if anyone said they saw the only two

Aboriginal people in Parliament in a bar,

we could call them racist.

- Strategic. Uh, what are we drinking?

- Diet Coke. - Diet Coke.

- With rum. - Better.

Um, I'll have what he's having, please.

- Of course.

- So, why'd you drag me here?

- I think we should talk about what you're going to do next.

- I told you on the phone, Paul,

I'm not ready to talk about that yet.

- I know. Relax.

Laurie doesn't even know I'm here.

- Why not? - Better if he doesn't.

Things are...

Well, the party didn't expect to be in this position

after the election. - A mutiny?

- Less mutiny and more people losing sight of the big picture.

Which is why I need to ask,

you're not seriously considering Bauer, are you?

- Here you are.

♪♪

- I have to, Paul.

Your party hasn't held the seat of Freeman

since we stopped using wagons.

- This is bigger than Freeman.

I thought you wanted real change like justice

for those two young girls.

- I do. - Do you think anyone

will take you seriously if you consider Bauer?

I'm asking you, Black fellow to Black fellow.

- Black fellow to Black fellow? - Mm-hmm.

- I really don't give a shit whether

anyone takes me seriously.

- Alex, I'm looking to you for solidarity.

- Don't give me that solidarity shit. You just want to win.

- We both win if we work together.

- I'm not ready to make a deal with anyone yet.

- Laurie. - Hey.

- Ooh. - Hey.

Hey, Alex, burning the midnight oil?

Eh, that looks nice. Can I have one of those,

please, quick as you can? - Yeah.

- Now, mate, uh, we were told by your assistant

that you were having a meeting with a member of CPOL.

- Oh, yeah, canceled last minute.

I'll meet him at the gym tomorrow morning.

- [Laughs] There you go. That's why he's my right-hand man.

He always gets it done.

So has he, uh...

Has he got us your vote?

- Oh, we weren't talking about that.

- What were you talking about?

- Who we'd vote off the island first.

- [Laughs] Well, that's something.

♪♪

I know we had a few false starts,

but it is incredibly important that we trust each other.

I mean, look at the Green. I mean, they don't like us,

and we hate them, but we back each other.

We have trust.

♪♪

So here's to trust.

♪♪

[Groans]

Come on now, Alex. Come on.

♪♪

Tell us, what... What can we do for you?

♪♪

[Raining]

- They've got someone.

- You sure?

- They wouldn't have offered me foreign affairs if they didn't.

- Is it George?

- Well, he's the obvious choice, but it's George, so...

- So he'll approach Philippa and Justin, if he already hasn't.

- Yep. Did Paul give anything away?

- No, it was just a fishing expedition.

I get the impression Laurie is under pressure.

- Now they're both under pressure.

I can't lie, Alex. It's giving me pleasure.

- [Chuckles]

- Well, I think I might turn in.

- Me too. Good night.

- Good night, Alex.

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

- [Sighs]

♪♪

Answer.

Come on.

Answer.

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

So who are you?

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

Yeah, right.

♪♪

[Cellphone chimes]

♪♪

Is that all you got?

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

- Didn't think I was that late.

♪♪

- I thought we agreed not to meet with the majors.

In fact, you made us promise.

- And you do look pretty cozy.

- I can explain.

Paul Murphy approached me last night.

- Oh, that makes it alright, then.

- When Paul called me, I saw it as an opportunity

to back channel,

to let him know that we're all working as a bloc.

- Laurie is there in the photo.

- I didn't know he was going to show up.

Neither did Paul.

I should have let you know.

- Paul is a straight shooter. Alex made the right call.

- Nick, I didn't know you'd be joining us.

- Rachel asked Nick to attend as her proxy.

- Her father has taken a turn.

- Oh, I'm not buying it, but you keep going, mate.

You'll get there.

- Last meeting, I made a mistake by canvassing ideas.

It was too soon.

So let's do a straw poll.

Where do we all stand on the preferred PM right now?

- I might be new to politics,

but I don't want to be the first to lay my cards out.

- Fair point.

- And some of us have already got a plan.

Why do we castrate bulls?

Bulls love to fight each other for dominance.

Even when the pecking order has been established,

they will keep fighting to reassert control.

Right now, we have both parties' hairy testicles in our hands.

Now, if we can work together, all of us,

we can bring those parties under our control.

- What about in here? Who are the steers,

and who are the bulls?

- Oh, mate, if you've got to ask.

- Back to the original question.

I'll go first.

Laurie is a bully and a misogynist.

Bauer, he's a dog-whistling demagogue

who'd turn us all against each other,

but at least we know his moves.

- And what's Rachel's position, hm?

- Rachel thinks Bauer is a backstabbing son of a bitch,

and she wouldn't be caught dead in the same room as him,

but her electorate leans center-right, so...

- So, I put my cards on the table.

So has Rachel.

I want two things from you... A list of what you'd fight for

and which way you'd lean to get it.

- And what do we tell people until then?

The press are on my phone demanding an answer.

- Well, you tell them we will take the full 21 days

just like the lady told us.

- We'll never have this leverage again,

but we need to present a united front.

So who's willing to keep quiet until our next meeting?

♪♪

Settled.

- Hope you're not looking at his search history.

- Alex. - What?

- Leo found it.

- Hey, you know how I told you

that Bait15 would mess up eventually?

- Yeah. - Yeah, so he did, big-time.

He usually is really good with covering his tracks,

encrypting his IP,

but last night, you contacted him,

and, well, I think you must have put him off his game

because, well,

I did a reverse image search of his profile picture,

and this time, I got something.

This same image, it turned up in a right-wing chat room

on an account that was that was bragging

about trolling you.

- Dipshits. - So this guy,

most of his followers are fake,

but there were three real profiles.

I created a bunch of fake accounts

and added them on any platform I could.

Turns out they have all one friend in common

whose real name and e-mail happen to be public.

This guy has leaked his e-mail to the Bait15 account

and a whole bunch of other sock puppet accounts.

- Get to the point, Leo.

- Yeah, so sending you a ZIP file,

but his real name is Henry Whittacker.

He's 24.

He lives with his parents in Downer.

[Telephone ringing]

His favorite food is nuggets.

- Hello, prime minister's office.

- And he works in the prime minister's

press office.

♪♪

So still think I'm the tin man?

♪♪

- He works for Bauer.

Do you think Bauer knows?

- Of course he knows.

- Well, not officially, though.

- "I was very upset to hear about these allegations.

I assure you, I had no prior knowledge," blah, blah, blah.

Alex, when did it start?

- When mum died. - Rachel was PM then.

- Fuck me.

- He sent over the ZIP file.

- I want an address.

- Oh, no, you don't. - Yeah, I do.

- He's a psychopath.

We have no idea what he'll do. We tell the police.

- No, the police haven't been able to...

- Charlie. - It's true.

- Tell her she can't go to him.

♪♪

Or we dox him, put his personal details online

along with all his messages.

- You can't go there.

- You said you wanted to hurt him, find him and hurt him.

- That's right. - Then give me the address.

I just want to talk to him.

♪♪

[Knock on door]

♪♪

[Knock on door]

♪♪

[Cellphone vibrating]

[Clattering]

♪♪

[Door opens, shuts]

♪♪

You vile piece of shit.

- Excuse me, who are you? - You know who I am, asshole.

- Okay, you need to leave. You're on private property.

I'm going to call the... - The cops?

- Yeah, the police.

"Senator arrested for breaking in."

I mean, the papers would love that.

♪♪

- So you do know who I am.

♪♪

Shit!

You fuck.

You fucking piece of shit.

♪♪

When my son went missing, you taunted me.

You told me he was dead...

Dead.

You laughed at the thought of his body, my son.

- I know nothing about your son.

- Cut the bullshit. - What bullshit?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- I know you're Bait15.

♪♪

- What?

- I've got the proof... The threats,

harassment, stalking.

You're looking at real jail time.

You ready for that?

♪♪

- What do you expect me to say?

♪♪

That I'm sorry, that what I did was wrong?

I mean, that's what you people want is just endless apologies.

- We're well beyond that. - You're a politician,

and you can't take a little flack.

I'm allowed to have an opinion,

and I have a right to free speech.

- Free speech? You abused me.

- Abuse? That's a joke.

You are trespassing in my house.

Do you want to hurt me? Is that it?

- You got some fucking nerve.

- Then why are you here?

♪♪

- I want you to read the messages you sent to me out loud.

- I'm not going to read anything.

- I want you to look me in the eye

and say those things to my face.

♪♪

Read them! Or so fucking help me God,

I will post your photo online

with everything that you said to me.

♪♪

[Panting]

♪♪

- "You are a dirty whore and a terrible mother."

[Clears throat]

"Your son is nothing but the dead dog of a lazy slut.

He's lucky to be out of his misery,

and... you should kill yourself, too."

Look, you've made your point.

- Keep going.

♪♪

- "I'm going to rape you in front of your son."

♪♪

[Door opens]

Oh, God. That's my parents.

[Door closes]

♪♪

[Keys jingle]

- We weren't expecting company.

- Mum, Dad, this is... - Alex Irving.

Hi. It's nice to meet you, - Nice to meet you, hi.

- Hello. - I was just giving

some career advice for Henry.

He's very passionate about racial equality.

♪♪

Right, Henry?

♪♪

- Right.

♪♪

- [Crying]

♪♪

[Slam]

♪♪

[Birds chirping]

- I got your numbers from the parliamentary lists,

where you were, what you were doing.

- That's how you knew about me.

I could take this to your boss.

- You don't get it, do you?

This sort of thing is standard in politics.

Senior staff all knew what I was doing.

I'm not saying that I didn't do it. I just...

It didn't seem like it was personal.

- How could a Black woman be a person, right?

- It was work.

- How can you do a job where you're treating people

like they're nothing? - You're a politician, Alex.

Surely you can answer that.

- I would never do what you did.

- Are you going to turn me in?

- No.

♪♪

[Line ringing]

♪♪

- Hi, you've reached Charlie at Alex Irving's office.

I'm sorry to miss you. Please leave me a message

or shoot me a text, and I'll get back to you.

[Beep]

- Charlie...

- [Sighs]

- You were right. I shouldn't have gone.

♪♪

He's just a bloody kid.

♪♪

He's a bloody kid, Charlie.

♪♪