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♪ Waiting for that money to drop

♪ Stand all day on a concrete slate

♪ My feet are aching
don't get a break

♪ What do I do

♪ What am I to do ♪

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RADIO: Everyone around town has an
opinion about the Billy Evans trial.

This is the man
whose best mate, Simon Grady,

was murdered in broad daylight.

But have they got the right guy?
The jury can't decide.

They've been out for days.
On the line...

Drown your sorrows,
that's my advice.

I haven't lost yet.

When a jury gets
into its second week out

the odds are not looking good.

Party starts in half an hour.
Getting frocked up?

Ben, please. Your timing's terrible.

Personally, I'm surprised you ever
wanted to run this case.

Come on, Tony.
That's how Simon Grady was murdered.

Wouldn't you want to lock up
the bastard who did that?

Yes, but we all know this case
had a problem.

So what? Billy Evans was going to
leave the country.

We had to run the trial now.

And despite the problem,
we still had enough.

Not in the court of public opinion.

Yeah, they don't hear
all the evidence.

And the jury do?

If they don't, the failure's mine.

Just as long as you know
the cost of gaining a media profile

is your failures become
horribly public.

Thanks.

Just being a realist.

Oh, I hope they put you out of your
misery soon.

Can you give me five, please?
As soon as possible.

Thank you.

Tatum. You're needed at reception.

OK.

There you go, mate.
Don't mind the fancy dress.

We're still working.

Hi. Can I help you?

We're looking for Janet King.

Ah, yeah, sure. Come through.

Right.

Mark. Sue.

Lina, hi. No news?
They're still out, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry I can't chat. I have to
dash over the road to court

but is Tatum looking after you?

Ah, tea, coffee?

Black tea, please?
Ah, sure.

Ben? One black tea.

Do you mind? In Janet's office.
Thank you.

What?
They're Simon Grady's parents.

Oh.

Tea?

OK.

Knew I got a law degree
for something.

Hey, any chance
you could do this for me?

It's just a pre-trial, not court.
Tony will do all the talking.

Please? I just really feel
as if I should...

You know what? They're more
important right at this second.

Go on.
Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'll just go see if I can find her.
I'm so sorry.

Where is Janet, do you know?
I haven't seen her.

Try the conference room.

Forget Simon Grady for a second.
This new matter is dynamite.

Just imagine you're me.

I'm the Director of Public
Prosecutions?

Yes.

And I have been publicly and highly
critical of the State Government

for as long as I can remember.

Heated, toe-to-toe arguments
with a Premier

of breath-taking stupidity.

And now it's alleged
that two years ago

this Attorney-General,
Nicholas Quinn,

the Premier's right-hand man,

lured two female parliamentary
cleaners to his rural property

where he held them
against their will

and forced them to wear
turtleneck jumpers while...

Turtleneck jumpers?

..while he committed numerous
serious sexual assaults on them

involving leather masks,

candles, lead weights and
a glass phallus.

Turtleneck jumpers?

No accounting for taste, I suppose.

(Coos and mumbles)

Janet?
Try David.

Thanks, Tracey.

You will note, however, there are
no admissions, no forensics.

In fact, the AG insists they were
only there to clean his house.

And the allegations were only made
after the girls were sacked.

On the other hand, the statements
are detailed and compelling,

but not completely consistent.

Still, taking everything into
account

is there enough to prosecute?

In other words, I could decide
not to proceed.

And almost certainly be accused
of allowing

a very serious crime to go
unpunished to secure better funding.

Or you could pursue a prosecution...

..And be accused of running
a shaky case

for nothing more than vindictive
political purposes.

Only copy. I don't suppose I need
to tell you how...

..Sensitive? Yes, of course.

Ah. Success.
Excuse me, Mr Sinclair.

Simon Grady's parents,
they're in your office.

What are you wearing?

Oh, for the Christmas party tonight.
It's a 1930's theme.

I did tweet everyone.

Very authentic.
I know.

I'm setting the standard.
You two need to improve.

Christ. The photos.
I turned them over.

Did they see them?
Yes.

I didn't know.

OK. Don't worry.

Forget it.

Mark, Sue. Sorry to keep you.

MARK: Hasn't been that long.

Just wanted to say thanks.

We've brought in
a little Chrissy present.

Oh, thank you.

I've told them that the police
will call

as soon as we have any news.

But they'll - I mean, the jury -
it can't be much longer, can it?

We don't know. It's entirely
in their hands.

Yeah, but nine days?

I mean, this is hell, just waiting.

Don't they know what it's like?

Is it always like this?

What are they thinking about?

The way you summed it up, they had
to see the truth, didn't they?

Just because you couldn't find
who was at the computer, so what?

It's still the truth.

I just want to hear him say
he did it.

Filthy piece of shit.
He mightn't ever say that, Sue.

Even if he is convicted.
No. No.

He's got to be convicted.

Billy Evans killed our son.

Anyway, I'm not sure
I deserve this yet.

No, no. Look, whatever happens,

we just wanted to say thanks.

Thank you.

Members of the jury,

the Crown will show that Simon Grady
was killed

by a young man he considered
a friend.

It was a murder committed
for trivial reasons.

Many would call the accused
non-descript.

An ordinary bloke.

The South Pole is as warm as toast

compared to the blood
in this young man's veins.

Hi. Change of plan.

Where's Lina?
Putting out another bushfire.

Are you across this matter

or are you just going to be a warm
body in the room?

No. I know the facts, more or less.
More or less?

We've talked about it.
I've read the statements.

I think I'll be able to help.
Alright. Come on.

Hi, Sophie.

I'm Erin O'Shaughnessy
from the DPP.

Now this shouldn't take long.
It's a pre-trial conference.

It's where we meet the lawyers

representing the man who assaulted
you. But he's not here.

You don't have to worry.

They'll be talking to him
on the phone if they have to.

But he's not in this building.

Do you understand?

She says, 'I understand completely.

'I'm not stupid.'

Sure. Sorry.

Well, faced with the evidence,

and your statements,
he should plead guilty,

which will save everyone
from going to court.

Him and you.

She says, 'Thank you.'

That's OK. Good girl.

Stay brave, yeah?

Right, let's see if we can come
to a meeting of minds.

Ah, there you are.

I hear you have drinks on tonight
over there on the dark side.

Yes, a bit of a knees up.

A pub full of Crownies.

Ah, Crowns, thank you, not Crownies.

Crownies and tiaras.
Should be a ball.

Yes, very droll.

Paula's client's pleading not guilty

so I thought we might rephrase
some of the facts

and see if we can persuade him
to change his mind.

I doubt it.

Possibly we could strike out any
references to hair pulling

and marks on the neck

and leave it simply as sexual
assault with less aggravation.

That's still sexual assault.
There was sexual assault.

Thank you, Erin.

If there was it wasn't
committed by my client.

Sophie has described what happened
and described your client...

Yes. Possibly.

..leaving the house. Leaving the
front yard, not the house.

We have the state
in which Sophie was found.

For which my client denies
responsibility.

You want to test this evidence
in front of a jury? Why not?

He has a right to face his accuser

and hear her accuse him and
let a jury decide who they believe.

OK, then.
Good. Do it.

OK. Thank you. That's it.

She's mad.
Or just chasing money.

Maybe she thinks she'll get
paid for a three or four week trial

rather than cut a deal now.
Erin.

Even if it means selling her client
down the river.

Don't be so naïve.
She knows we can't take it to court.

Please tell me you're joking.

They have every right to ask Sophie
to take the witness stand

and repeat her evidence in court.

You don't think that'll convict him?

Erin, who can understand her?

Her carer can.
She could say anything.

Weeks of tortuous examination.

The judge will get frustrated,
the jury will fall asleep

and Paula Corvini knows it.

Shouldn't we make a judge do that?
Why make it our call?

Why not make it their call?

Without a reasonable
prospect of conviction

we'll get a costs order.
It's not about money.

Paula's client threw Sophie
on the ground

and raped her four times
in three hours.

Did you see Sophie? Inside that body
is a very smart young girl.

Who takes forever to communicate.

Ironically it'd be an easier case
to win if he'd killed her.

This is ridiculous.

She went through three hours
of torture, and now, what?

What do I say to her?

'Sorry, you're too disabled
to get any justice.'

I wouldn't say sorry, but yes,
that is the truth of it.

And despite the goals of five
centuries of common law,

truth and justice rarely intersect.

Here we go Ms Janet?
Oh, thoughtful.

Oh, don't mention it.

I saw you looking a little stressy,
so I thought,

Ben, I thought, that is my name,

always a good way to start a
sentence when I'm talking to myself,

I said, 'Ben, what can you do
to help Janet?'

May not be entirely true,

but I've got to get points
for a quick recovery, right?

And waiting for a jury is stressful.
So, what can I do to help?

Anything?

Actually, yes.

This brief came straight
to the director.

It is highly sensitive and cannot,
I repeat, cannot leave this office.

But reviewing it will start with a
solicitor like every other matter

and your last couple of summaries
haven't been too bad.

So, memo of advice and draft
presentment, please.

False imprisonment, kidnap, rape,
elements of each charge.

We could prosecute
but do we want to?

Not a problem.

Oh, Christmas party starts
in half an hour.

By midday tomorrow.

Actually, none of my other matters
were due for mention

until next year
so I wasn't really...

You can't do it?
No, that's fine.

It's all good. Cheers. Thanks.

Oh, sorry.

Bloody Tony Gillies.

You'll go mad
if you take everything personally.

Says the woman who can't sleep until
her jury comes back.

I thought you were sure
he'd done it. We are.

Except he's claiming
he's got an alibi. Claiming?

Simon and Billy both played
this sort of complex online war game

and Simon's avatar stole a sword
from Billy's avatar

and sold it
to another one of the players.

Like, for real money? Yeah. That's
why Billy got so pissed off.

So Billy went off his rocker.
Not hard for a psychopath.

And at 9:30 on Saturday morning
went to Simon's house,

picked up a kitchen knife
and stabbed him. Witnesses?

None. But the knife was found
in a skip out the front

with two sets of prints,
one being Billy's,

the other, I don't know,
some passer-by. But the clincher.

The clincher is Simon
was stabbed the same way

Billy's avatar kills other avatars.

So we had everything.
Motive, opportunity, forensics.

Except, well, Billy claims

he was home on the computer
at the time

and his computer shows he was.

He was logged on and
playing the game. That's it then.

If there's any doubt, he's fine.
There isn't any doubt.

There must be.
He could have been at his computer

and there were two sets of prints
on the knife.

Tell you what, Tatum.

Read the brief, look at how she made
the case, then we'll talk about it.

Are those going to stay up
without these?

I can even do the can can.

Janet's asked you to find out how
expensive that is, right?

Yes.

The answer's 49.95. Any more, she'll
have to log it as a gift.

Thanks.
See you soon.

Tatum?

Two more assaults and an arson

that's due for a mention
first week next year.

If you can't handle a mention
get Erin to help. Enjoy.

Now, where's Richard?

Candles. Whips.

Lead weights. Leather masks.
This is appalling.

Yep. Told you it's hot.

And he runs our legal system?

Richard?
Coming.

Check out what Ben's got.
It's unbelievable.

Yep?

It's not...

Not what?

It's just that I've got 26 briefs
at the moment

and 22 of those are rape, incest and
procuring a minor.

What do you want me to do?

Send an email to all
the State's sex offenders

asking them to back off
for a few months?

I just thought maybe you could
spread them around a bit.

The nasty ones. The...

The really nasty ones.

If you can't cope

I'm more than happy to write
a glowing reference.

Hey, girls, check this out.
It's so disgusting.

Here.

The Attorney-General?
Yep.

Fuck.

That's unbelievable.
Anyway, schtum.

I don't get the whole turtleneck
jumper thing.

What do they mean by turtleneck,
anyway? Like a skivvy?

I think it's more of a poloneck.

What, like a T-shirt?

No, not a polo shirt, a poloneck.

Like that classic photo
of Audrey Hepburn

in that black thingy
with the roll neck.

A jumper with foreskin.

Yes, exact... No, not exactly.

Thanks for that image.
Though it sort of suits a dickhead.

Why is that a turn on?
It's just weird.

And lead weights and candles
are normal?

Hey, did you decide about Julie?

Do you reckon we could get her
to come tonight?

As long as the invite
didn't come from me.

Course not. Did you bring
in your spare frock?

Sequins or feathers?

Ooh. Feathers.
Yeah.

That's in, that's in.
(Plonk)

VOICE OVER: Members of the jury,

let's not dwell on the amazing
similarities

between Simon's real injuries

and those of Billy's victims
in his online war game,

and just consider what we've learnt.

Simon Grady was Billy's only friend
because he'd hurt all the others.

That's the pattern of Billy Evans'
life.

People upset him
and they pay for it.

The only credible explanation for
Simon Grady's death

is staring us in the face.

What?

This animal.

His daughter's 17

and he pimped her to his truckie
mate for a hundred dollars.

How can anyone think that that's...

I just can't und...

Erin?
Yep?

Can you take this?
I'll square it with Tracey.

That brief goes back in my office
when you're not working on it, yes?

Yep. I'll just fax a copy to the
Leader of the Opposition first.

See you downstairs.

How old are you, Tatum?

22.

My first Christmas party here
you were a foetus.

That's random.

Something always happens
at Christmas parties.

Hasn't happened to me yet.

But nonetheless it happens.

I sometimes wonder what Christ
makes of it all.

Well, given he's been dead for 2,000
years

I'd imagine he's fairly relaxed
about it.

He did rise again.

Right. But there's a lot of
hearsay in that proposition.

So in your view,

the core plank of Christianity
is more or less hearsay?

No, it's...

It's all hearsay.

Come on, Tatum.

Hey, has Janet gone?
Yep, it's just us I think.

You're my witness. It's going
back where it belongs.

OK. You got work tomorrow
or can you take a break?

No, pre-trial conference tomorrow.

That Estonian man who bashed the
parking attendant half to death

claims two mutated
sequences of his genome code

means he can't help hitting people.
My genes made me do it?

Kind of.
I'm up to my eyeballs in genetics.

Good luck. See you downstairs.

Yep.

Evening, Your Honour.

Hope you're not planning
to drive tonight.

Wouldn't even consider it.

Tatum. Sweetness. Tracey Samuels
is not a cuddly mummy.

She plays favourites,
destroys careers

and hates people being too skinny
or too happy. You're both.

You've seen what she's doing
to Richard.

But he's a New Zealander.
This is not funny.

If you want to stay you've got to
join the team and play the game...

Hey... especially with a woman
who's writing your annual...

Conrad.
..performance review.

We're not going to be the only two
wearing this stuff, are we?

You kidding me? DPP
looks like Al Capone's house.

Passed your judge on the way in.
He knows all about you, you know.

I'm sure he does.
He does.

Turn around.

The only thing he knows

is I'm that highly intelligent
solicitor advocate

who last November
asked that poor girl

where she was when her daughter
was conceived.

'On the ground being raped,
ya fuckwit.'

That was the response, wasn't it?

Can't say I've tried too hard
to remember to be honest.

Everyone else has.
Oh, thanks.

Oi.

Are the drinks on the DPP tonight?
Up to 500 bucks, I think,

but Tony Gillies is going
so that's not gonna last too long.

Bloody tight arses.
Oh, please.

We are responsible for the sober
taxpayers of the whole State.

Anyway, when court was adjourned
and we got back he said,

'That's Geoff McMahons' boy.'
In a good way or a bad way?

It's nothing to do with you.
It's all about your dad.

In fact, he kept gloating

about how the AG had appointed him
to the bench

and kept knocking your dad back.
OK.

Wow. Nice.

Ah, the good old Attorney-General.

What a top bloke he is.
Yeah.

Why does a judge's associate have
a chimp on the back of her door?

That's not a chimp, it's a bonobo.

Unlike chimps, they're an endangered
species native to the Congo.

They are also the only primates,
including us,

whose society is female dominant.

They are therefore remarkably
peaceful.

Almost no fights, no signs
of male aggression.

In fact, when they find food, they
all have sex before eating it.

That way they're happy sharing the
food rather than fighting over it.

Oh, to be a bonobo.

You'd have to get used to their
way of saying hello first.

Which is what?

The bonobo handshake,
it's called. OK.

You want me to say hello to you
in bonobo?

I don't know. Do I?

Anthropologically
it's very interesting

because it seems to resolve
potential conflict

before it escalates into a situation

that in our society would end up
in court.

OK.

Well, I... I feel rude not saying
hello in return.

Let's go party.

Oh, fuck.

So, have you heard anything
from the jury

in the Simon Grady murder?

I was wondering how long
it would take you

to ask something totally
inappropriate.

Hopefully we'll know tomorrow.

I can tell you they're
not going to get sequestered,

but they'll still have to come in
every day.

Even over Christmas?

Plus their lunch is getting cheaper.
There's no more pizza and sushi.

Tomorrow we're down to egg and
lettuce sandwiches. Oh.

That usually speeds up a decision.
Yeah, I hope so.

Janet says you've been given
the brief about the dad

who rented his daughter out
to other truckies.

Yes, and even though she's slow,

this girl can take the stand,
and she can talk,

and she can give evidence.

So let's hope she gets
an even break.

I love watching your white cape
flutter in the breeze of optimism.

Drink up.

It's still an open bar
for the moment.

Hi.

Hi. Rhys...
..I know. Kowalski.

I'm...
..Erin O'Shaughnessy.

You were up against me
last month.

Oh, well. You know. Hmm.

No, no, really, you did very well.

So how long have you been
at the DPP?

Nine months.
Big change from the corporate slog.

There you are.

I've had to squeeze my way around
this whole bacchanalian spectacle.

Paula, this is Erin O'Shaughnessy,
the DPP.

Erin, this is Paula Cornelian,
my wife.

Yes, we've met. Hi.

Hi. Nice to see you again.

Anyway, I should mingle.

See you round the courts, maybe.

She was flirting with you,
wasn't she?

Was she?
Course she was.

What?

Come on, you've made an appearance.
Can we go?

Alright, let me just find David, OK?

Those guys are fantastic.

I heard a whisper something big
landed with you guys today.

Yeah, he got that one,
lucky bastard.

What is it?
Can't say.

Can't say? Nuh.
Trust me, he really can't.

Can't say what?

The Turtle Brief, I'm calling it.

My God, who let you in?

G'day, Erin.

You've met our veteran court
reporter?

Yep.

And Detective Sergeant
Andy Campbell?

Yeah, I've been watching him
give evidence.

You're Justice Rosenberg's
associate.

So you've been doing
the Billy Evans trial.

How's that prick? Kills the only
friend he's got

like it's part of a game
and he'll probably get off.

Because truth and justice so rarely
intersect.

First time I've seen Janet look
worried. Where is she? Janet.

You know your main problem?
Funnily enough we do, yes.

You needed to find whoever was
at his computer

while he was committing
the murder. Really?

Did you do a door knock?
Make any attempt to find out?

Only for the last six months.

Why didn't you make a big deal
about it?

We couldn't find him.

We had to say it was unimportant.
But it's crucial.

Bullshit.
It's only his alibi, Lina.

He grabbed some guy to sit at his
computer for an hour or two

while he went off and stabbed Simon
four times and cut his throat.

So? Who cares who it was?
Why does it matter?

Because he'd played that game
for months

and only gotten to level six.

By stabbing demons four times
and cutting their throats.

He wouldn't just log on

and leave his avatar in the hands
of a mate he met in a pub.

It doesn't make sense. And yes,
I have read both closing addresses.

Look, don't get me wrong.

I'm sure Billy did it.

The worst thing is,
if he does get off,

he's the sort of nut case

who'll kill someone else who pisses
him off. But that's the system.

Maybe we just need a better one.

Maybe we need to learn from bonobos.

What do you say?
What?

Nothing.

Please. Be my guest.

Same again?

It's my turn.
Absolutely. Let's go.

Hey, man. It's a cool party.

Um, mate.

Oh, um, dig in.

On me.

You do realize that there are cops
out there, and barristers,

and the rest of us are lawyers.

Jesus, I don't have enough
for everyone.

What?

What sort of a stupid fucking idiot.

God, you're lucky it was Richard.
You are so fucking lucky.

If that had been anyone else.

Can you imagine
what that would have meant?

A fine. Maybe good behaviour

I am not talking about you, Conrad.
I meant me.

Imagine what that would have meant
for me.

Can you think about me
for one second?

I have just graduated as a lawyer

and I've organised the Christmas
party for the lawyers

I've started working with,

and these are lawyers that spend
half their working life

prosecuting drug dealers
and my boyfriend

brings drugs to the Christmas party.

You could have killed my career
in five seconds.

Give me one reason, just one,
why I shouldn't dump you right here.

What's that?
It's a ring.

Tiffany's?

Is it alright?

I thought, you know,
like an engagement ring.

See, we sold that red Lotus
at the shop

so the boys said I ought to do
the right thing,

kind of, so, um...

I hope you like it.

I love you.

What's not to love?

Any time I can do something
for you in return,

any sort of favour, I'm yours.

Good luck, mate.

You've got none and Buckley's
if you ask me.

Hello.

Seen Lina?
Nuh.

Ben?

What do you want to chat
about, Jimmy?

Off the record?

We've heard a rumour

group 5 solicitor advocates
in the DPP have a weekly competition

called Penetration of the Week.

Off the record, we get over a dozen
sex matters a day.

We've just gotta find some way
of staying sane.

So all the work sex
is like over there,

which is totally different from...
The good sex, over here.

Back in a tick.
OK.

What are we doing?
You'll see.

He should be here.
It says he's here. Yep.

You beauty.

Family supreme? Yes.

There you go, brother.
Thanks, champ.

OK, so I should have asked you
what pizza you like

but I just got the one
I like instead.

Well, you're welcome to a couple
of pieces,

or perhaps even three.
That's so generous.

Well, I wouldn't want to fight
over it.

I hate fighting over food.

I'd much rather share it if I could.

Sorry, I've forgotten how it goes.
What comes first?

With the bonobos?
Yeah.

Well, if we were bonobos
we'd have sex now

and happily share the pizza
half-half.

But seeing as we are in fact
human beings

we can hopefully use language
instead of sex

to agree that half-half is a fair
and equitable split.

Let's use a desk.

My desk has got a lot of stuff...
Not yours.

The director's.
What? Serious?

No, keep going.
What?

Just keep saying hello.
It's nice.

Lookie, lookie.

What do you think?
Isn't it gorgeous?

Wonderful.
What's wrong?

You read both closing addresses?

Yes, I did. I loved it
when Janet said,

'Let's not focus
on the bloody knife

'covered in Billy's fingerprints.'

And, 'There's no need to dwell
on the similarity

'between how Simon was killed.'
And blah, blah.

I mean, that's smart.
By saying don't focus on it,

she's putting it right in front
of their minds.

It's called a paralipsis.

She's also good at making
herself one of them.

It's never, 'You should
or shouldn't.'

It's always 'We should
or shouldn't.'

She's never telling them
what they ought to think,

she's like, thinking aloud
for all of them.

Exactly.

And if we win that will be why,
because the way she tells the story,

you know she's telling the truth,

not just a series
of possible events.

Of course whether it is the truth
is still debatable.

Well, no. It isn't.
He's a fucking murderer.

Or he was sitting at home
with his computer.

You couldn't prove he wasn't.

Yeah, well you try prove he was.

Hey, you want a lift home?

No, I'm still... I'm talking
to Jimmy.

He's just... somewhere.

You sure? Andy's only had a couple
of beers. He can take us.

Do you want me to leave the key out?

Thank you.

Alright.

Ciao.

(Clock ticks)

(Alarm rings)

Ouch.

Morning.

When we went down to the party,
didn't I leave this in my office?

Mm.
So how'd it get in my bedroom?

If you can't remember,
we may never know.

What happened to your other
stocking?

Dunno.

Took it off, I guess.

But everything else stayed on
though, yeah?

Yes.
Course it did.

Fuck. Janet. Shit.

Where do you keep the jury?
I'm not going to see them like this.

Where's home?
Oatley Road off Old Northern.

Oh, shit.
What?

My backpack. It's got
my swipe cards in it.

Home. Oatley Road. Please.

Ben.

Whoa. Hang on. Did I have my bag
with me at the pub?

Just come back and get it.
I've got to get home.

Yeah, Oatley Road.

What are you going back in for,
anyway?

Aren't you on your summer break?
Not quite. One last advice to write.

On this new big mystery thing?
Maybe.

Who's in trouble?
Me. If I don't get it finished.

This place is like a ghost ship
over Christmas.

Richard?
Coming.

Right, what have you got?

(Mobile rings)

Who's texting this early?

Tatum. 'No-one was sitting at Billy
Evans' computer.

'He programmed it then left it for
an hour then came back.'

Holy fuck.

A British geneticist first called it
the bad gene in 2007...

Morning.
..but so far...

I thought you would have been
here at the crack of dawn.

Summary and presentment
due by midday, yes? Please.

Got it.

Right, that'll have to do.

We'd better not keep our learned
friends waiting.

This is gonna be fun.

Look at this.

Tatum has 1,493 Facebook friends.

And one of them is a software
designer in the Silicon Valley.

So she gets in early,
looks up the brief,

finds the police forensic records
of Billy Evans' computer,

scans it, emails it,
and for 63 minutes and 14 seconds,

Billy's avatar follows responses

that could have been programmed
if you're good enough.

It doesn't engage with anything.

When faced with a decision
it just backtracks.

Then it all changes.

Yeah, then there's someone
controlling it.

If you applied to see the judge,
explained you had new evidence.

It's too late.

Even if it was admissible,

he'd have to dismiss the whole jury
and start a whole new trial.

But if he's acquitted now
that's it.

You'll never be able to use it.

I couldn't just slip it to the jury?

No. Don't even think about it.

You would.
I wouldn't.

Would.
Wouldn't.

Wouldn't even be tempted?
I would never do that.

Much as it drives me mental,
I would never cheat.

OK?
Yes.

No.

Don't worry, it's something else.

Sorry, I'm not in the mood for crap
this morning.

Language aside,

we have expert witnesses and
a wealth of scientific evidence.

Wealth?
What wealth?

The human DNA was only fully
sequenced half a year ago.

The Human Genome Project was
completed in 2000.

Yes, but that wasn't
the full sequence.

If you refer to 'Scientific
American, Volume...' Whatever.

The point is, studies were conducted
on this gene

over a two year period
and the results are compelling.

Over 78% of the population
with assault convictions in Estonia

were found to have this genetic
mutation

when it only occurs in 8%
of the general population.

Ipso facto, those with this defect

have a natural predisposition
to violence they cannot control.

So what are you saying?
We're not pleading.

Our client does not have mens rea.

Have you read the depositions?

We have 17 witnesses who saw this
assault from beginning to end

and the entire thing was captured
on CCTV.

And you are going to force
the State to spend 500,000

on a full criminal trial?
You could no-bill it.

His victim is still in a coma.
There was no malicious intention.

He couldn't help what he did

any more than a bird can help
migrating for winter.

For Christ's sake!

If we can't debate this calmly
and rationally...

Forget about rational.

If you think a DNA code
can get you acquitted of assault,

you've left rational way behind.

Conscious decisions define our
behaviour, not blind instinct,

which is why we're not seagulls,

and why I'm not smashing a chair
across your head right now.

Your client's assault was not
a momentary reaction to danger

or provocation.

It went for 12 minutes,
and we have 17 witnesses.

Does your client realise
if he doesn't plead,

we'll show the jury the tape
of what he did?

The fact remains, he could not
control those reactions.

He really wants to risk the maximum
sentence, does he? 12 years.

Oh, Janet, come on.
He's very remorseful.

Even in the unlikely event
he's convicted,

I doubt whether he'll be looking
at the maximum sentence.

Remorse means little if the odds
of reoffending are high

and by your own argument
he is 100% certain to reoffend,

which is another reason
why he'll be convicted.

Either plead guilty or see him go
down for the maximum.

Those are your choices, Mr Calletti.

I've had enough of this.

Where's Tatum?

Technically on leave
until the new year,

although she was in this morning.
In this morning. I know.

See if she's answering her phone.
Yes.

That email from Lina I forwarded.

Just reading it now.

How was last night?

Short for me, but enjoyable.

Yes, I had a good night, too.

Young people today. No inhibitions.

Etiquette schmetiquette.

If it's legal, go for it

seems to be the motto
of the current generation.

And even then it's with a loose
interpretation of the word legal.

Oh, yes.

Yes, well that's very interesting.

Pity we didn't discover it sooner.
We could still make a submission.

With a view to what?

With the jury already out
it'll have to be a retrial.

We might not need one.

By the time we find out we do
we would have missed the boat.

Soon as we hear the jury's out
it's too late.

You don't think you did enough to
get a conviction?

I think knowing no one had to be
at the computer

the case is vastly stronger.
If that stacks up.

What do we know about this person?

It's the last piece of the jigsaw.

Can he come to Australia
to give evidence?

How much of an expert is he?

What happens when defence
finds an expert to contradict him?

It explains everything.

You've explained it already.

Billy left his apartment,
stabbed Simon,

threw the knife in a skip and
went home.

This is more evidence to support
that. Doesn't change it.

Why risk all the money,
the embarrassment?

I can't think I could have
done better. If he's acquitted...

When I first came here

you advised me to have a glass
of champagne every night

so I could have a glass after a case

without it looking
like a celebration

because prosecuting isn't about
winning or losing, you said.

We're not representing the victim

or obliged to feel for the victim,

or feel we have to give our best
for them, but we do, David.

We do.
(Message beeps)

What's up?

'Attorney-General in rape scandal.
DPP planned cover-up.'

How much?

Oh, all of it.

Jimmy Butcher must have seen
the whole file.

Oh, God.

Where did you put it?

In my office.

Harry, I'm going to need all the
swipe card records from last night.

They're going to have to
come back in now.

So many questions unanswered,
in particular the internal memo

accompanying this bombshell
of a file that reads,

'We could prosecute,
but do we want to?'

This, despite the long and detailed
statements within the file itself,

that chronicles appalling crimes
and a bizarre fetish

for which the Attorney-General may
or may not now ever stand trial.

The extraordinary memo was signed

by senior Crown Prosecutor,
Janet King.

She has not returned
any of our calls

and is currently unavailable
for comment.

Wow, did you guys see
all the cameras downstairs?

Tatum. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Did you all bring
in your swipe cards?

Well, I... I don't have mine,

because my brother's got my car,
but I came in with Erin.

But you had it this morning.
It is at home?

Well, yes. I think... yeah, it is.

Well, we know that the file
on the Attorney-General

was in Janet's office overnight.

But security records show

each one of you came back
into the building

at least once between 8pm
and 8am this morning.

Now, unless one of you wants to
explain to me what happened,

the Premier has insisted
on a police investigation

which will commence immediately.

Well, depending of course

on what such an investigation
might reveal

the consequences of this
could be severe.

A moment of carelessness
is understandable

but you are all officers
of the court.

And if an investigation
was to reveal

that this was an attempt

to deliberately
pervert the course of justice,

a custodial sentence
is a real possibility.

Now I want you all
to think about that.

Very seriously.

What were you doing back here?

I don't know, just getting
something.

What?

Your straightener.
Her straightener?

Yeah, she left it in her office.

That's not what you said
this morning.

Yes, it was.

David.

Can you believe those smug little
smart arses?

Do you think they have any idea
what they've done?

Tatum's evidence. Can I move
for a retrial?

You may.
(Beeping)

Oh, damn it.
What now?

Oh, the jury's back.

Do you want me to call Julie?

God, I feel sick.

Good luck.

What do you think he was doing
back here?

Updating his Facebook profile?

No, he's not on it.
He's not on Facebook?

Well, that's suspect right there.

What were you doing back here?

I was eating. I ordered a pizza
so I had it delivered up here.

What about you?

A very good question.

Not all of last night
is totally clear.

But you do remember dancing naked on
the bar though, don't you?

Mm.
Joke.

Well, not really. I mean...
Shut up.

Lina showed me what you were doing
in here this morning. Great work.

Oh, yeah. It's no big deal.

You want something for your head?
Thank you.

You've never had to pray for help
yet, have you, Tatum?

Got me on that one.

I prayed for those jurors
last night.

You mean you prayed they'd find him
guilty?

As opposed to maybe trying to find
out what actually happened?

I prayed God would give them
the strength

to make the right decision.

What?

Well, you can't lose that race,
can you?

It's just such a stupid thing
to say.

No offence.

If the defendant could rise.

Members of the jury,

on the count of murder,

how do you find the defendant,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty, Your Honour.

Two sisters, a pair of bolt cutters,
and one mashed-up dead guy.

Juicy, no?

I'm quite prepared to do a lot
of sucking up to get this case.

Do you think it's a good look
to have me sidelined?

You find out which one of those five
ratbags leaked the bloody file

and you're back in business.
This place is crawling with cops.

I thought it was THEIR job
to find that out.

I'm not ready for this, am I?

You know the case backwards.
You just need to slow down and relax.

Mm-hm?

Is the heating in here up too high?

Are we having a moment?
No.

Whose idea was it for you to have
sex with that man at the truck stop?

She's making it up!

If a sexual assault has occurred,
we will be proceeding.