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Quinn really is dying. Three doctors
confirm terminal lymphoma.

His prognosis, if he follows
the recommended treatment,

is one year at best.

I want you to get this listed
for special mention.

Ask the judge for an urgent hearing
of the case.

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

My producer was told specifically
that you wouldn't answer questions

relating to a recent case
involving the Attorney General,

Mr Nicholas Quinn,

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

I didn't really need an ambulance.

It was called
by a concerned passerby.

That ambulance dented my Prius.

This is my whiteboard.

It's one of the few constants
in this department.

We were always pretty clear, weren't
we, about...? Yeah, no. Friends.

Just... just friends.
No exclusivity clauses here.

Well, friends with certain benefits.
Yeah, it was... same page.

We can't hide forever.

I just want to know if I said
anything at the Christmas party.

Anything about the AG,
about Janet's memo?

I'm not going to reveal my source.

♪ Theme music

♪ What do I?
Stand in a shop

♪ Waiting for that money to drop

♪ Stay all day on a concrete slate

♪ My feet are aching
Don't get a break

♪ Singing what do I do?

♪ What am I to do?

♪ What do I do?

♪ What am I to do?

♪ What do I do

♪ What am I to do? ♪

Time to get up.

What are you doing?
Nothing.

It's time to go home.

Do we have to?

Justice McLeod has a certain dress
standard and you don't have an iron.

That could change.
I need it now.

You're beautiful.

I love you.

Where did that come from?

Alright.

I love being with you
and I want you to stay.

You're serious.

Admit it.
You want me for a boyfriend.

And what do I get out of this deal?

You get me.

(Siren wails)

(Traffic lights beep)

(Horns honk)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Good morning,
Australia. But it's not, is it?

In fact, it's a disgrace.

The Director of the DPP,
David Sinclair,

promised my listeners justice

at the trial of Nicholas Quinn,

that lying rapist
of an Attorney General.

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

The truth is that
some pet judge of the government's

will find the Attorney General
not guilty.

The police are impotent
and the DPP are a joke.

Sinclair's promises
are worth nothing.

The establishment
takes care of its own,

but I refuse to be silenced.

You got everything?
You think we'll need it now?

Gentlemen.

What a mess.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Quinn's a liar and a rapist.

He needs to crawl away in some dark
hole and never show his face again.

And if you want to tell him
that yourself,

his address is 35 Brayford Terrace,
Brighton.

Give him my regards.

You heard?

My office.

We better keep our heads down.
It's not David I'm worried about.

Tracey say anything yet?
Maybe she doesn't know.

She's got more informants than the
Stasi. It's not really her business.

I'm dating a cop.
She'll make it her business.

Maybe she doesn't care.

Ben's in a meeting.

She cares.

WOMAN: And just what am I meant
to say to the Premier?

You know how critical Kent
is for the western electorates.

He's saying you promised him justice.
I understand, but if I may just...

What else did you expect
going on that Neanderthal's show?

While I share your concerns,
it's my opinion...

Your office
leaked that file, David.

You lose the committal hearing,
then to keep the gallery entertained,

you go on Kent's program
and make an arse of yourself.

So I'm informing you

of precisely where,
in the scheme of things, you stand.

Thank you, Miriam.
I will take that on board.

(Sighs) What time are we listed?

10:30.

Then we proceed as planned.

I thought
the case would be dismissed.

I'm coming with you
and this time I'm sitting in.

Is this wise?
Witnesses have been assembled.

This process has incurred
significant public cost.

We will continue
to prosecute the case

until Justice Watts
informs us otherwise.

That's not what I meant.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't set foot
in that court room. Today is different.

Why?

Because if I can prevent
yet another cock-up

by actually being present
in the court room,

then I intend to do so.

That's not exactly fair.
I'm coming with you. End of story.

Mr Sinclair, is it true that this
is a personal vendetta against...

(Reporters talk over each other)

WOMAN: Is there any way Quinn...?
MAN: Will Quinn sue for damages?

WOMAN: Will you be pursuing...?

(Excited chatter)

I believe you already know
department policy

regarding bikes in the office,
Richard.

Yeah, I'm so sorry.
I forgot my bike lock.

It's not all you've misplaced.

What's this?
The Horton case.

I hope you're prepared.
You're listed for tomorrow.

Tomorrow? But I've...
I've never seen this.

It's on the whiteboard.
But...

I don't know why you left it
in my office. It's just...

And I wouldn't waste any more time
stammering if I were you.

Well, this is
a bloody pig's breakfast.

Your Honour is,
of course, absolutely correct.

Well?

Your Honour,
despite the regrettable comments

made on radio earlier this morning,

the prosecution sees no impediment
to this matter proceeding as planned.

JUDGE: Ms Fletcher?

Your Honour, this matter
was thrown out at committal.

It's absurd that it's even got...
Make your point, Ms Fletcher.

Adam Kent has a 20% market share
of the breakfast radio audience.

He described my client as a rapist,
quote unquote.

There's no way
my client will get a fair trial.

By its nature,

this case has attracted
a certain amount of publicity.

Thanks to the DPP.

The comments of one
breakfast radio announcer

should be seen in the context
of the accused's public standing.

We would argue
that the public interest

outweighs
the exceedingly remote chance...

You're not talking to a jury now,
Mr Kowalski.

..of Adam Kent influencing
any potential jury members.

If it pleases the court?

(Muttering)

Yes, Mr Quinn?

Your Honour is aware of certain
personal issues I'm faced with.

The current fiasco isn't helping.

I ask Your Honour's permission
to sit behind counsel.

Given the circumstances,

my presence in this dock
seems unnecessary.

I've considered your request,
Mr Quinn,

but I must point out you are sitting
where you are right now

because you are the accused.

Permission denied.

As Your Honour pleases.

I am aware of the accused's illness,

and I take very seriously

the argument that this case carries
considerable public interest.

But Mr Quinn has not yet been tried.

Your Honour...
There's no chance of a fair trial.

We're adjourning for six months.

Hi. Uh, Richard Stirling, DPP.

I wanted to speak to...
Detective Constable O'Rourke.

Stress leave?

Um, when is she due back?

Three months?
I've got a listing for tomorrow.

No, no, no.
I didn't mean to suggest that...

Yes, I know that it's our
responsibility, but usually the...

You have a nice day.
Thank you very much.

Of course I'll wear it tonight.
What time are you getting home?

Oh. Babe, I've got to go.
Love you. Bye.

We've been adjourned for six months.

Justice Watts
also made it a condition

that the DPP remove any record
of Kent's comments.

Newspapers?
Newspapers, TV, the internet.

We can't take down all mention
on the internet. It's not possible.

Well, that is the ruling.

I'll get a Level One on to it.

Six months?
I thought Quinn was really sick.

He is.

David?

I know this isn't
the best time to ask,

but do you anticipate any more work
for me through the department?

You're right.
It's not the best time.

I'll need to notify my clerk
if current arrangements are...

(Sighs) Fuck!

I'm really sorry
this has caused you trouble.

I'd like to help
in any way I can.

Ms Van Berlo said you raped her.

I can't understand
why Vicky would say that.

You admit you had sex?

Well, I'm not ashamed of it.
I don't know why she is.

How would you
describe your relationship?

She's very special.

I understand you're her boss.

Not directly. She works in accounts.

But the company's mine.

She said you bought her drinks.

It was a party for the whole office.
I bought everyone drinks.

And then? We went to a hotel room
and kept drinking.

And when did you book
this hotel room? The day before.

I asked her if she was OK with it,
if things went further.

And what did she say?

She said she was flattered.

We're listed for next week, Vicki.

You'll need to keep
the following few days free.

I'm not really doing much anyway,
so...

It could be a good idea to have your
family with you through the trial...

..for support.

My counsellor said she'd come.

Did you have any questions?

Is he going to be there?

Yes.

But there'll be security guards
and court officials.

He won't be able to hurt you.

He said I was special.

I know talking about this in court
is going to be tough.

Just stick with what you told me, OK?

Can you do that?

Were there any other questions
that you wanted to ask?

What's this?

It's a subpoena from the defence.

They want to see
your counselling file.

They want to talk to my counsellor?

They're fishing.
I know it's horrible, but...

Why do they want
to talk to my counsellor?

They can't do that, can they?
Only if the court lets them.

We'll object.

I don't want them to see it.
I don't want him to know.

He groomed her for weeks.

Compliments, small gifts.

Reeled her in slowly.

Then he got her drunk,
took her to a hotel room.

She tried to back out...

..he hit her,
pinned her down on the bed.

She said she could hardly breathe.

He kept telling her
how beautiful she was.

She tried to commit suicide.
It all came out in the counselling.

Why was she so worried
about the file?

She told her counsellor
that she's ugly,

and that he was really nice to her
and that she probably deserved it.

If the defence gets hold of it,
we're screwed.

How is it going?

We're still not talking to you
after that gag with the police tape.

No-one saw me.
You can't prove anything.

And that's what my rapist said.
Oh, whoa. Hang on.

We're still not talking to you.

She keeps staring at me
with those dead eyes.

Doesn't she always?

Feel like lunch today?

I've got a client in meltdown
and a rapist on my computer.

I could do with some female company
before I front up on this subpoena.

Paula wants to catch up.

She's probably going to give me
a hard time over Andy.

Oh, well. Good luck.
You, too.

No, Lynda. It's the District Court.

It's in the legal precinct
in the city.

You can get there by bus.

No, I'm sorry.
I don't know the route number.

Do you have access to a computer?

Ah, Kristy. It's the 307.

You're on Stop... 22.

So we'll need you there by 10 o'clock
sharp the morning after tomorrow.

Well, then, set an alarm.

I can't give you a wake-up call.
Get your mum to do that for you.

OK.

Yep? Excuse me, Tony.
This just turned up.

25 words or less.

Well, um, it appears to be...
19.

What?
18.

It's 23 files. I can't just write it
down on a cornflakes packet.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
What's the charge?

Dangerous driving,
occasioning grievous bodily...

GBH. Who did it? Eli Horton.
The victim is a Michael Dean.

What happened? Michael started
dating Eli's ex-girlfriend.

Eli threatened him for six months,
then ran him over with his car.

Michael is on life support
in an unresponsive state.

Age?
They're both 18.

How many witnesses?
35.

I don't do 35 witnesses. Cut it back
to 10. We need the big picture.

And pull their statements back
to the minimum.

When are we listed?
Tomorrow.

Oh, and you tell me now?!
Who's their defence?

Gilmer Allan and Bond... No,
you moron. Who have they briefed?

Paula Corvini.
Get on to her. Get it adjourned.

I've left a message.
Call her again.

And don't let her know you're scared.
I'm not scared.

Andy Campbell.

You heard.

Everyone's heard.
(Both laugh)

I'm jealous. He's gorgeous.

You kept it a secret.

I was worried about
what Tracey would say.

How is it any of her business?
Because it's Tracey.

I'd be shouting it from the rooftops.

I might have to employ you to find me
someone gorgeous one day.

What's happening?

We're having a trial separation.

How are the kids?
Demanding.

Upset. We're all upset.

How's Rhys?

Rhys gets a hotel bed and room
service, so who cares how he is?

(Mobile phone rings)

It's one of your lot.

Paula Corvini?

Yes, Richard.

The Horton case? You've left
that a bit late, haven't you?

(Mouths) Sorry.

No, we won't accept an adjournment.
You've had the brief for months.

No, we don't have
any pre-trial issues. All fine.

See you tomorrow.

Dessert?

So she won't accept an adjournment?

At least she said
there were no pre-trial issues.

We'll front up to court
for a group hug, shall we?

One big love-in -
you and me and Paula bloody Corvini.

I didn't really... Of course
there'll be pre-trial issues.

She'll contest everything.
I asked you to cut it all back.

Yeah, I'm working on it.
You've got, um, how many hours left?

21 hours, 36 minutes and... We have
to be ready in court tomorrow.

You have to prepare the brief,

I have to read it, then pretend
I've had it for a fucking week.

I know. Then what are you doing
standing here?

(Sighs)

(Siren wails)

Karl.

Erin. It's a pleasure.
No it's not.

You subpoena my witness,
but you won't return my calls.

So, uh, when are we getting
that counselling file?

You're joking, aren't you?
I'm not letting you have that.

And that's why
I didn't return your calls.

We'll let the magistrate decide.

Counselling's
for therapeutic purposes,

not for the defence
to go fishing in.

I'm sick of seeing
the act used like this.

And I'm wasting my time, aren't I?

Oh, you just proved
I'm on the right track.

Just for that, I'll oppose
every application you make.

You realise Morgan errs
on the side of probative?

You might as well let us have it
now. Thanks for the advice.

Anything else?
Yeah.

Can I buy you a coffee
after the hearing?

I like it when you get angry.

Well, it was worth a try.

Lina. Delivery for you.
Mm. What's this?

Came via courier. Maybe it's
one of those novelty cheques.

(Both laugh)

Just get rid of it!
Oh...

Tate, do you have the number
for that snack bar near court?

A witness is asking for it.

Yeah. Can you just hold this for me?
What are you...?

Tatum, what are you doing?

Never know when I might need it.

Can we just stop, OK?
(Laughs) What?

This.
Why?

Why do you think?

Because I'm not gay and I can't keep
pretending to Conrad that I am, OK?

It's not fair. He's been so nice
to me and the longer I keep lying...

Don't you dare!
Ow!

Don't you even think about it,
ever, OK?

What do you think
he'll say if you tell him?

'Thanks for being honest with me'?

Stop hitting me.

Only if you swear
not to say anything.

Look, Conrad is the sweetest,
hottest guy anyone could ever meet,

but he is also very, very jealous.

But I'm lying to him.

And you're not the only one,
are you?

There's your number.

(Phone rings)

Richard Stirling?

Hannah Dean?

We haven't heard anything from you.

Sorry, I just would have thought
a phone call or...

I'm very sorry. It's been busy.

But it's under control.

How is your brother?

Um, Michael won't wake up... ever.

That man threatened Michael for
six months and then he ran him down.

I just...
I want everyone to know what he did.

We're just going through
all the statements now,

making sure everything is admissible.

Uh, it's the rules of evidence.

Sometimes the defence objects to
a witness or to a certain statement.

We've told the police all of this.

Why would there be a problem now?

The defence haven't flagged
any concerns. I'm sure it'll be OK.

Michael doesn't have a life anymore.

The only thing that I can do for him
is to tell people what happened.

That's what the rosemary is for.
It's to remind us.

We will fight all the way
to make sure you can do that.

Hey, you got a moment?
No.

What's the name of that case
on the consciousness of guilt?

I've been trying to remember.

Queen versus Coles.
No, that's not it.

The one where the guy ditches his car
and runs away from the breath test.

It's been overturned.
It's Queen versus Coles.

Can you send me the link?
No, I can't send you the link!

Wow, what's up your arse?

I've just been screwed over
by a magistrate

who's handed my victim's counselling
file over to the defence,

my client won't
front up to court now

and you want me
to tie your shoelaces.

That's what's up my arse. If I'd
known I'd inflame the sisterhood...

Get out.
Someone's getting it rough tonight.

(Mobile phone rings)

(Phone beeps)

(Siren wails)

(Horns honk)

OK.

Hey. Will you be home later?

If you are, can you knock
before you come in? Mm-hm.

Thanks.
See you.

It's usually me
without the social life.

Late night?
Possibly.

Pace yourself, then.
Thanks for that.

Hi.
Hey.

How are you going?
Next question.

Can I get you something? Tonic water?

Double vodka.

That kind of day, huh?

Don't know if this helps or not.

I'm just glad
you stopped screening my calls.

Two double vodkas on ice.

Come on. We're here.
Whoo!

Ow! There's a gearstick.
(Giggles)

(Laughs)
(Zipper unzips)

Am I too heavy?
No.

Hang on, I'll just...
(Grunts)

You are beautiful.

Don't.

You are.
I'm not.

You're so special. So special.

Don't say that.

Don't fucking say that.

Erin?

Erin, stop!

♪ DRAMATIC MUSIC

(Siren wails)

I've never called in sick
when I wasn't.

I have never fallen asleep
at my desk.

I've never spilt water
on my work keyboard.

What?

I have never stolen anything
from work.

(Laughs)
Oh, really? You?

What did you steal? Just a jar
of coffee. I'd run out at home.

Mm! Ahem.

Um... I've never been drunk at work.

I've never been drunk in court.

I've never photocopied my own bum.

(Both laugh)

Who told you that?!
Nobody, but that's so wrong!

I need my head read.

What's your problem?

My problem is being hungover
tomorrow morning at work.

(Door slams)
We're in here!

Alright. Um...

Hey!
We're playing I've Never.

(Laughs)

What? You're seriously
not pulling out of the game?

I didn't say that.
I'm heading out.

What? Are you OK?
I'll see you later.

Erin!

(Horns honk)

♪ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

Erin?
I didn't know where else to go.

Are you OK?

What happened?
Nothing, I just...

I'm sorry.

(Sobs)
Hey.

Hey, it's OK, it's OK.

Come on, come on.
(Continues sobbing)

I'm just going to sit you down,
alright? (Continues sobbing)

I'm so sorry.
It's OK.

I screwed up my case.

I yelled at you.

A lot of people yell at me.

And I think I hate men.

I'm such a train wreck. (Sobs)

You're not a train wreck.

What would you know?

You're the golden girl at work.

You've even got Janet looking
after you. You're not a train wreck.

You're great.

Actually, sometimes
I wish I was... more like you.

I'm a fuck-up.

No, I'm the fuck-up.

See, you go after things.

You care.
That's why everyone loves you.

You shouldn't put yourself down.

Neither should you.

(Sighs)

♪ DRAMATIC MUSIC

(With English accent) Cadel Evans
has left the peloton far behind.

Behind him, the Col de Galibier,

the Col de la Crois de Fer.

Ahead of him,
the village of La Toussuire

and a hero's welcome.

He's a legend.

He's a champion!

And they're lining the streets,
they're cheering him on.

He's nearly at the line...

And he's almost there...

..and yeah!

(Silence)

(Sighs, sniffs)

Richard?
Mm?

Aren't you due in court?
Um, yeah.

What the fuck have you been doing?
I'm just getting ready.

Where's my brief?
It's in here, I think.

Did you listen to anything I told
you? I compiled the evidence.

Did you cull it?
I... I tried.

Have you even spoken
to the family yet? Yes.

Are they going to pull the plug?
What?

On the kid. Did you ask?
Of course I didn't ask.

Why not? If he dies,
we can bump it up to manslaughter.

Why don't you ask them, then?

Go on, you call them up

and ask them when they're going to
switch off their son's life support.

I have had no sleep last night,

I have built an evidence summary
that runs to 28 pages,

I've got 5 metres of files
in my office

and we're due in court in an hour.

I haven't had time!
And why haven't you had time?

I don't know. I, um...

I must have lost the listing.
I'm sorry.

We're due in court. You better
get your shit together in a hurry.

(Siren wails)

Erin.

How are you travelling?

OK. A bit slow.

Take this. I'll... I'll get another.

Thanks for looking after me.

It's cool.

So what's the story?

What's the point
of you becoming my boyfriend

if you're going to
buy other girls coffee?

I'm joking. God, loosen up.

Hey, Erin.
Hey, Julie.

He hasn't told you... he proposed.

Oh, not like that,

but he thought we should do the
whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing.

It's kind of sweet.

Congratulations.

I should go.

Good to see you.

Wait for me.

Yeah.

Could I just get a cap
to take away, thanks?

What have you got in there?
All our witnesses?

There's just so much evidence.

What's this?

That's the number for the snack bar.
I wondered where that got to.

Who's that? Um,
sister of the victim, Hannah Dean.

On her shirt - what's that?

Um, it's rosemary for remembrance.

Well she's gonna have to lose it.

My associate informs me

that there are some
administrative matters to resolve.

(She said they had no issues.)
That's right, Your Honour.

Is it possible
we might resolve these

in time
for a morning start tomorrow?

Well, that depends
on my learned friend here.

Mr Gillies? We're prepared
to consider responsible requests.

Ms Corvini?

We have a number of applications.

Go ahead.
Thank you, Your Honour.

I refer Your Honour
to Hannah Dean's statement.

This is the sister?
Yes, Your Honour.

It's in the deposition -
Page 83, Paragraph 2.

She states that the victim's car was
vandalised in the month previously

and that my client
was heard boasting about it...

Refers to uncharged acts. I don't
have a problem with that. Agreed.

Next?

I refer Your Honour
to the same witness - Page 92 -

where she refers to a number of...
(What are you doing?)

..so-called tweets
allegedly sent by my client

threatening the victim.

Yes?

I submit that this statement
also refers to prior uncharged acts

and is highly prejudicial
to my client.

Mr Gillies?
(Mens rea!)

If the defence had informed us
of this beforehand,

we could have edited that
statement already, Your Honour.

What?

Some disturbance on your side
of the bar table, Mr Gillies?

Nothing to be concerned about,
Your Honour.

Then I agree.

Ms Corvini.

I'd direct Your Honour
to Megan McKay's statement -

Page 108, Paragraph 6...

(Are you going
to let them throw everything out?)

..referring to...
(I asked you to do it first!)

a threat by my client
where he said, quote,

'I'll kill that fucking
little prick, he's dead', unquote.

(This is important!)

..in no way probative of mens rea.
(Shut up!)

Mr Gillies?

Um, apologies, Your Honour.

Obviously as the statement was made
a week prior to the offence,

it's useless in terms of proving
mens rea at the time of the assault.

Uh, I won't oppose that.

I will!
(Sighs angrily)

Mr Stirling, I'm sorry.
Yet again I can't hear you.

I'm wearing a tie.
My congratulations.

But the barrister on record
is Mr Gillies,

and unless you propose
to have him struck out,

I will rule
that statement inadmissible.

Then I'll withdraw my instruction.

Um, a brief adjournment,
Your Honour?

What the fuck was that?
You're throwing out everything.

That was your job.
Then what are we left with?

We're supposed to be left with
witnesses who'll stand up in court,

pricks with no priors
who the jury will empathise with,

not 35 wankers
for the defence to shoot down.

What about the family?

That statement you shredded
was the sister's.

Oh, you got a hard-on for her
or something?

She just wants people
to know what happened.

She wants the fuckwit who did that
to her brother locked up.

And if I have to throw out
half her witnesses

and their statements to get it done,
then so be it!

And if you ever do that
in court again,

I'll rip you apart, understand,

into a million
tiny, snivelling little pieces!

Apologies, Your Honour.

I understand.
I've already met Mr Stirling.

Any objection to the ruling
under discussion?

No, Your Honour.

Then we'll proceed.

My colleague Mr Gillies
has asked me to inform you...

..to inform you that...

..wearing your sprig of rosemary
in memory of Michael

will probably be seen as prejudicial.

And there will also
be certain things

that you won't be able to say

when you're called upon
to give evidence.

Um, you...

You won't be able to say
that the accused, Eli Horton,

vandalised Michael's car a number
of times before the offence occurred.

I'm sorry?

The accused isn't charged to this
effect, and besides, he denies it.

He, he... he boasted about it
outside our front door.

You won't be able to mention
the email or tweets

that Eli Horton allegedly sent
to various members of your family.

He sent them. He sent them.

And you will not be able
to refer to threats made by Mr Horton

and heard by a number of witnesses
in the week before the attack.

He said he was going to kill him
and everyone heard that. I know.

And now it's happened.
It's...

It's prejudicial.
Prejudicial?

How?
It's unfair...

..to the accused.

Unfair?

This is unfair.

My family is wrecked.

My dad just had a stroke
and Michael's gone and...

..and we've got nothing.

So now you're saying
that we can't even speak in court?

I... I understand
that you are angry, Ms Dean.

Hey! What are you doing?

Aren't you going to say anything?

No.

You nearly knocked me off my bike
and you can't apologise?

Wanker!

What did you say?
I called you a wanker.

Look, I have had the day from hell...
Oh, good for you.

No woman riding on the footpath
has a right to call me names!

It's a shared footpath. I work here.

Well, use your brain, you moron,
and watch out for pedestrians!

Hey.
Hey.

Conrad and I are going out tonight.
Do you want to come?

Richard?
Yes, Tracey?

My office.

Do you like Thai food?

I believe my question
was clear enough.

Um, yeah. I guess.
Well, I hate it.

Someone at the body corporate put my
name on a couple of raffle tickets

and I won a dinner for two.

And you know
I don't approve of gambling.

A man is a slave
to whatever has mastered him.

There's also a bottle of wine
left over from the Christmas party.

I thought there was no wine
at the party.

If you think such things are an
appropriate way to spend your time,

then that's your business.

Um...

What?

Right.

Nothing. Sorry.

Anything else?
No.

Good.

Sort things out with Tony.

Thank you.

Ah, the man himself.

How are you?
Yeah, good.

You look awful. Are you OK?

Sweetie!
Babe!

(Silly voice) Come here!

Have you seen this guy?
He looks absolutely shattered.

Yeah, he did an all-nighter.

Serious?

You are in your head too much, man.

You work crazy hours, you eat shit
and you're too tired to have fun.

I'm worried about you.

I'm... I'm fine.

I'm serious, Rich.

If you want to meet someone special,
you've got to look after yourself.

You're not just gonna run into them
on the street. Well...

Actually, I did run into someone
on the street,

but I was a total jerk
and I shouted at them.

So together with screwing up my case

and humiliating myself in court
yet again,

I've had an excellent day.

That does it.
You are coming out with us.

Leave the, uh, the bike.

Actually, I need some bike time.

Alright. Alright.

But look at me, Rich.

Tatum and I, we love you, brother.

Might be time
you turned your life around.

You hear me?

Come on, babe. Let's go.
Alright.

(Siren wails)

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I've been so worried about you.

I know.

I left all these messages.
I know.

I mean, what the hell happened?

I'm not trying to hassle you,
just as long as you're OK.

Are you?

We can't keep doing this.

It's OK. I know you freaked out.

No, you and me.

It's not working.
It can work.

Jimmy!
You just had too much to drink.

Obviously the sex part
freaks you out. It's not the sex!

I understand.

No, you don't understand.

I don't want to be with you.

Erin... I went and slept
with someone else last night.

That's how much
I don't want to be with you.

I'm really sorry I've hurt you.

You're a great guy,
but... we're just wrong.

Did you show him
the Quinn file after you fucked him?

That's what you did with me.

Jimmy.

At least
I got a good story out of it.

To make up for being treated
like such a prick!

Double vodka, please?

(Traffic lights beep)

(Bike bell dings)
You?

Hi.

I'm not talking to you.
You don't have to talk.

What? Are we just going
to stand here in silence, then?

Um, I just wanted to give you these,

apologise profusely
for shouting at you

and then get out of your life.

Well?

I was a wanker. I'm sorry.

You said profusely.

I really am sorry.

I don't usually call people morons.

I had a bad day.

That's no excuse, but you don't
deserve to be called a moron.

OK. Profuse enough.

How did you know I'd be here?
Uh, you said you worked here.

Are you a cop?
(Laughs) Worse...

I'm a lawyer.

Well, at least you ride a bike.

I really am sorry.

Thank you.

Do you have a name?
Uh, Richard.

I'm Lisa.

That is one girlie bike you've got.
What?

Fixed-wheel, my friend.
Gears are for girls.

I don't want to bulk up my thighs,
you know?

Fixies will do that to you.
(Laughs)

(Phones ring)

Morning. How is the Gilbert case...?
(Siren blares)

(Both laugh)

Yes!
Ha ha. It's hilarious.

Turn that off.
What?

Take that down.
And you can help him.

(Both continue laughing)

I'm sorry, Tracey. I had no idea.

Dating policemen is not a joke.

Too many of them go to work
one morning and never come home.

Tony.

Got this for you.
Where's yours?

Already had one.

Where are your suitcases?

I did some culling, as you suggested.

Another bloody spreadsheet.

I edited the statements
and reworked the evidence matrix.

I thought it might help.

Waste of time.

She's still got the salad
on the shirt.

I, um, I'll speak to her again.

Well, you obviously stuffed it up.

I'll do it.

Hannah, how are you?

Mr Gillies, are you ready?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am the barrister for the Crown

and I have the right
to address you first.

This is an emotional case,

but you are required
to put your emotions to one side

while considering the facts.

The story here is tragically simple,

no matter what the defence
will tell you.

Eli Horton felt slighted

when his ex-girlfriend
started seeing another man

and now
a young man lies in a hospital bed...

..with no hope of recovery.

It's my role as prosecutor
to carry the burden of proof.

In order to prove that
Eli Horton was guilty of this crime,

I must convince you
of three main facts -

first, that the harm
was caused by impact with a vehicle,

second, that the accused
was driving a vehicle

that was directly involved

and, third,
the accused was driving this vehicle

at a speed or in a manner

dangerous to another person.

You dated Jimmy Butcher?
I'm sorry I leaked the file.

What?
You have to tell David.

Your boyfriend is a cop!
So?

He was in
the Middle Eastern Task Force.

Unless you're declaring a jihad,
I don't see why it matters.

Is everything OK?
No. You're not right for my sister.

That's not your decision. She
doesn't know what's good for her.

How long until this new murder
crosses our desks?

Actually, it's an internal matter.
It's a police shooting.

Do they know who?
Not yet.

I'll text you
as soon as I know more.

♪ You know I get up early
I come home late

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

♪ I wonder how long
I have to stay here for

♪ Hell, glamour to the very core

♪ Singing what do I do?

♪ What am I to do?

♪ What do I do?

♪ What am I to do? ♪