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(CHAOTIC VERSION OF 'THE BLUE DANUBE' BY JOHANN STRAUSS)

200 bucks.

I'm in.

Out.

Relax, Cliff, you're amongst friends who wanna help you.

Isn't that right, Vanessa?

That's right, Mick.

Look, we're all aware of how stressful debt can be.

And none of us enjoys its ugly consequences.

None of us, Cleave.

So Mick and I decided it would be better to sit down with you calmly,

and, you know, just map out a plan that provides...certainty.

So, as you can see here,

Mick and I have decided to roll the two debts into one.

And that's because of our longstanding

and close relationship with you.

My father loved you like a brother.

I know that.

We've agreed, and this is exclusively for you,

on an interest rate of 29%, compounded weekly.

This 29% is, if you turn the page...

..it's subject to a confidentiality clause.

So don't tell anyone.

Otherwise it'll literally become crippling interest.

You understand, Cleave?

You understand, Cleave? Yep.

Pretty much.

Does Barney know where you are?

Yes. I'm at my sister's.

Ah! Oah! Ah!

Oooh! Oh!

Oh-ho.

Mmm.

I told my shrink

that I was thinking of having an affair.

Always a good solution to marital difficulties, Red.

Spread the pain.

What did she say?

Well, she said that it might make me feel better in the short term,

but that it would come back to haunt me like Banquo's ghost.

She'd be right, for once.

So beat it, Red.

Come on. Stand not upon the order of your going, knucklehead.

Just, you know, bugger off

back to your husband and kids.

What did you expect? You've been together a long time.

It's gonna change.

And how would you know? Hmm?

The longest relationship you've ever had has been with a prostitute.

Oh, don't start swinging wildly, sweetheart.

This isn't about me. For once.

So you're full-time at Chasers, are you, Marty?

Pretty much. Pretty much.

Oh, you know, other things come up.

Mmm. Odd jobs. Life.

So that's it. It's over.

It's all done without Barney even knowing it's been going on.

His life as he knows it - gone.

No right of reply.

Oh, fuck you, Cleaver.

I suppose you saved him a lot of bother.

I mean, I do understand your point because he's not that bright, is he?

I mean, he's completely lacking when it comes to insight and integrity.

I mean, he wouldn't be able to contribute to a worthwhile dialogue

about the marriage you're meant to be sharing.

So it's better that you keep it in your internal monologue, Red.

That way it'll be sorted out to YOUR satisfaction.

Red.

Yeah? Mate, it's me.

So my brother's a doctor and every time I get called for jury duty,

I've got a medical certificate.

I didn't mind it. It was fun.

Mm-hm. What sort of case did you get?

Hit the jackpot.

We got a murder. Oh, really?

There was something about her voice on the phone.

Just sounded so...alien.

I went round to her sister's, but she said she'd left.

I'm not sure she'd even been there.

You must've read about it - the model and the footy star?

Oh, wow.

Now, what was her name?

Oh, don't tell me what it is because I read it in all the papers.

Um... Oh! Tanisha Marx.

Tanisha Marx and Gavin Warner.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, it was pretty cool.

Mm-hm. So she did it, yeah?

Yeah. Well, that was our verdict.

What do you mean?

I shouldn't be talking about it.

Mmm. No.

Course not. Mmm.

So there's gotta be another guy, right?

No. No! Not necessarily at all.

Marriages go through phases, mate.

Yeah, we've been in a rut.

I acknowledge that.

I absolutely acknowledge that.

But, you know, not a day goes by still

where I don't thank God for the miracle of her.

I mean, look at me.

Look at her.

You'd never think in a million years she'd choose me.

Go home, mate. Tell her exactly that.

Oh...oh, God.

Oh, God!

How did she do it, again?

What? How did who do what?

Tanisha Marx. How did she kill Gav Warner?

You wanna talk about this now?

Oh, I'm into crime. It sort of turns me on.

She stabbed him. She dumped the body in the bush.

He was a big guy, wasn't he?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that was the thing. What thing?

Well, he WAS a big guy.

I mean, how she even managed to get the body in the car...

So you had a doubt? A little.

Aren't you meant to acquit then?

Well...I really shouldn't be telling you this.

Come on, Red.

Home you go.

That is filthy, by the way.

Well, he was a big guy.

I mean, how she even managed to get the body in the car...

So you had a doubt? A little.

Aren't you meant to acquit then?

Well...I really shouldn't be telling you this.

Gav Warner's cousin... Yeah, what about him?

Turns out he was a mate of the head juror.

Kidding me. Fucking kidding me.

..Tanisha was a real bitch.

I have fought to prove my daughter's innocence

from the day of Gavin's tragic death.

And this recording proves that at least one member of the jury

had serious doubts about Tanisha's guilt

and that the jury foreman had a connection to Gavin Warner

that he didn't disclose.

And my little girl had her 19th birthday in prison last week.

Here you go. Here come the waterworks.

Because that man...

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

..the jury foreman -

he bullied other jurors into finding my daughter guilty.

What, so...this is...this is her at her daughter's trial?

Yeah.

Well...shit.

Wouldn't have recognised her. Looks like she's lost about 20 pounds.

Just fuck off!

Had a complete makeover, apparently, boss.

And went out hunting jurors.

Right, so, she loses 20 pounds, has a complete makeover,

gives this idiot a blow job, and we're gonna send her to jail?

Bill? Bill? She was right!

Hey? The system failed both her and her daughter.

But you're the Attorney-General. You can't say that.

I mean, you're responsible FOR the system.

Oh, right. My fault now, is it?

Fucking typical - I'm responsible for a system I can't control, eh?

What moron came up with the idea of an independent judiciary?

Well, the...the separation of powers...

Shut up, Bill. Just shut up, alright?

Two things need to happen now.

One - Tanisha Marx needs to get out of jail.

Two - Lucy Marx does not go to jail.

Well, you know that's down to the courts, boss?

Yeah, I'm the fuckin' Attorney-General.

Course I know it's down to the courts.

Idiot.

Having now had the opportunity

to investigate the matter in greater detail, Your Honour,

it would appear, that, er, the removalists I hired

were not responsible for the destruction

of those financial records the Tax Office has requested access to.

Er, it would seem that, er, those documents were already damaged

prior to the move.

And I am reliably informed by the janitor

of my former storage facility,

er, a Mr Tergit Erzrin,

that a dormer window was inadvertently left open

during the storm, which caused considerable flooding

in the area where my documents were housed.

Your Honour, my friend the respondent

has been granted every opportunity

to either produce the subpoenaed records to the ATO

or provide a credible reason for their disappearance.

At our last mention, it was the removalists' fault,

now it's the janitor's.

What will it be after that? The dog ate them?

Your Honour, we have been bogged down

in procedural issues for 18 months now.

And we again respectfully submit

that Mr Greene be required to produce the financial records

for the relevant period or be found in contempt.

Mr Potter has a point, Mr Greene.

I think you've had more than enough time.

Indeed, Your Honour has been most indulgent,

er, but Mr Erzrin has only recently returned to Sydney

after a six-month holiday visiting relatives in Turkey.

I don't see how I could have expedited matters

in any meaningful way.

Mr Erzrin, could you tell me what happened

on the afternoon of 23 September?

I go, for building,

for clean.

Rain - bucket dogs.

Swish, swish!

Floor shine good. No worries for you.

Swish, swish.

But window, er...

Your Honour, this is getting us nowhere.

I agree, Your Honour.

Er, I had hoped to save the court the cost of a translator,

but it would seem to be necessary.

Er, no! No, I beg you, let's keep going.

No, in fairness, we are going to need a Turkish translator.

Now, I have leave starting shortly.

We'll reconvene three months hence on the 24th.

May it please the court.

Thank you, Your Honour.

See you at the doggies on Friday night, Cleave?

Yeah, I'll try. Thanks, mate.

The evidence on which the appellant seeks to rely

was gathered illegally.

And, as such, we find it inadmissible.

This is a grave matter.

It is a cornerstone of our system of criminal justice

that jurors not be harassed and/or threatened

before, during or after a trial.

It is the only way we can maintain confidence

in the independence of the jury system...

This is your idea of justice, is it?! Did you even bother to listen to the tapes?!

Mrs Marx, please restrain yourself. Did you?

Now, you want the public to maintain their confidence in the jury system,

then fucking do something to fix it!

Will the sheriffs please assist Mrs Marx?

I don't need escorting.

The evidence was as plain as the hairy ears on their heads.

But no, because of some legal mumbo jumbo,

my daughter remains in prison.

Now, I am calling on the State Attorney-General

to immediately rectify this gross miscarriage...

I can't rectify it. No, don't have the power, love.

I'm calling on him to have a Royal Commission into this matter.

Oh, my sainted aunt.

..expose the rotten state of justice in NSW.

I have nothing else to say.

She's good.

She's sensational.

She's Joan of Arc.

How do I look?

In section 68a of the 'Jury Act',

a person must not solicit information from or harass a juror,

or former juror, for the purpose of obtaining information

about...de-da, de-da, de-daa, de-daa...

Maximum penalty - seven years.

Well, that's fine.

Sorry?

Fine. I'm more than happy to go to jail.

You wanna be with your daughter.

Oh, that's not the only reason.

If you go to jail, there's gonna be a shit storm in the press.

That's what you're after, isn't it?

If I get off, it'll be a story for five minutes.

If I go to jail, every day there'll be more questions.

There will be more pressure on my MP, on the Attorney-General,

on the Government.

Eventually someone will have to do something about Tanisha.

So I am instructing you to plead guilty.

That's not something we hear every day, is it?

Now, Lucy, I don't think you should plead guilty.

If it's really a shit storm you want,

plead not guilty.

Make them prove their case.

Do you know what I mean?

Let the public see them pursue you -

hound a grieving mother until she's behind bars.

Won't be prosecution, it'll be persecution.

But I will be found guilty?

Oh, in my capable hands,

I don't see how you could possibly avoid a jail term.

She cannot go to jail. It would kill us in the press.

And that is also the Premier's firm view.

Good. Can't you drop the charges?

Well, she's publicly admitted to a very serious offence.

The Director's adamant - we've no choice but to prosecute.

Yeah, fine. Fine.

Far be it from this office to attempt to interfere

with the course of justice.

But is it not the Director who selects counsel, is it not?

So you want someone green?

Emerald, I think, is what we're looking for.

Now, who's gonna judge this thing?

Do we have a mother on the bench at the moment?

If not, let's appoint one.

It's rather liberating, don't you think, cock?

What?

Having a client who's guilty for a very good reason.

And who wants to go to jail.

So even if we screw up, we're doing the right thing.

I wish all my clients were as guilty as she is.

Hey, shouldn't we get going?

No, Scarlet's meeting us here at half past.

Cool.

How are things in the marital home?

Very cool.

Did she say where she was the other night?

No, you were right. She'd just gone for a drive.

If there is nothing else, my servitude is over for the day.

Nicolette, you have, as always, been just marvellous.

Mmm. Bloody hell.

Is that a ring?

Mm-hm.

What?! Congratulations.

When did this happen?

Oh, three weeks ago. Oh.

Well, why didn't you say anything?

Well, there's a sweep going round on how long it'd take you to notice.

I had two months.

Well, who's the poor bastard? Who do you think?

Bevan.

Bevan! Oh.

Well...

..at last, an honest woman, eh?

Er, how long have you two been going out, again?

Oh, 1 1 years.

11 years? Mmm.

He really is a bit slow off the mark, isn't he?

Oh, he's had commitment issues.

Has he? And you?

Knew the moment I met him I'd marry him.

Wait a minute, weren't you at school 11 years ago?

Mm-hm. So what are you saying?

He was your first? Mm-hm.

And only. Mm-hm.

You've never been with anyone else?

Mm-mm.

Well, aren't you curious?

Cleave. What, about other men?

Well, yes, about other men.

I mean, there's a whole world of other men out there.

Different shapes and colours.

Sizes.

And what about women?

What about them?

Well, how can you possibly know you're not a lesbian

if you've never been with another woman?

Yeah, believe me, I know - not a lesbian.

Oh, you say that now.

But five years down the track,

you're sitting opposite Bevan in some tortuously deafening marital silence

thinking about the opportunities you gave up

because you decided to imprison yourself with one man

who may or may not even be a good root, because who knows?

Because we haven't slept with anybody else.

I mean, I understand people who settle for second best

as an informed choice, but you're not even doing that.

You're just sort of out there

in some fantastical Jane Austen bullshit haze.

Anyway. Couldn't be happier.

Little chilly, isn't it?

Try not to pull a number like you did last year, hey, mate?

It took Juliet eleven and a half months to forgive you.

Best behaviour, mate. Promise.

Looking forward to this.

He didn't even stop at the light. He just sailed through.

I mean, it is a miracle that no-one was hurt.

There are so many lunatics on the road nowadays.

Correct. Mmm.

So, Blake, you know, he insisted, you know, for his own peace of mind,

while I'm ferrying the children around,

and, you know, I couldn't argue with that.

So he test-drove the top four and then he settled on the Porsche.

You know, and I don't care what anyone says.

You know, it is not a self-indulgence

when you're trying to keep your kids out of harm's way.

Correct.

Here she is.

Hello. Hi.

This is Barney. Scarlet.

This is Melissa.

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Hi. Scarlet.

You look lovely. Thank you.

And I said, "Well, you know what? The dressing gown doesn't help."

I know, it was a little bit cruel.

Oh, that's terrible. We had to do something.

Hey!

Harry fucking Potter?!

You're kidding me. Tell me it isn't so.

Oh. When did this happen?

Oh, he gave a tax seminar at law school a couple of months ago.

A tax seminar? That's where the magic happened, was it?

That's where you heard the violins and felt the earth move -

in a tax seminar?

Oh, Cleaver, please.

I've been bitching to you for over a year about this guy.

Well, it took me a little while to put two and two together

because you always referred to him as 'Harry'.

And he referred to you as 'the clown'.

And a... He refers to me as what?

Oh, he says it with a certain degree of affection.

Missy, the guy's trying to bankrupt me.

If our time together means anything to you...

Oh, for God's sake, get a grip.

It's nothing personal. He took a brief.

He's a prig.

He's talented, he's honest, he's loyal...

My point exactly!

There are any number of reasons why he's wrong for you.

Missy...

Jesus, Cleave, would you give it a rest?

Have you told him yet? Told him what?

About your previous life -

as the other kind of solicitor.

I didn't think so.

Means I'll have to get a whole new other Bobcat.

No. To do them - just to get the other.

He did.

Checking it when we were there. I remember that.

And your response. Oh, bull!

So have you met Cleaver Greene before?

Why do you ask?

Well, I just saw you two talking when you were coming out of the loo

and it looked oddly intense.

Yes, well, as it turns out,

Cleaver is an old friend of a cousin of mine,

Angus.

Family black sheep.

Right. Ah. Ooh, did you hear my mobile?

I don't think so.

No. For the thousandth time - I'm not going to the Ivy tonight.

What is it with these people?

OK, so there's more to that point...

..that I was making.

So just let me say this, OK? Just be quiet while I say this.

Because this really, really irritates me.

And I've thought about it a lot, OK?

So what I wanna say is, "You've got to keep the warring tribes apart."

You know, it's the wretched politics that drive me nuts.

It's supposed to be a happy event.

Correct. That is absolutely correct.

Oh, excuse me. Er, I'm sorry.

L...Linda, isn't it?

Leanne.

Leanne, yeah. Sorry to interrupt, Leanne.

But, um, I'm curious about something.

Oh, yes?

Yeah. I've noticed you say the word 'correct' a lot.

Really? Yeah.

I hadn't noticed. Yes.

When somebody says something that you agree with,

you don't say 'yes' or 'uh-huh' or even 'you go, girl'.

You say, 'correct'.

I'm sorry, you've lost me, Cleaver.

Oh, well, it's...it's sort of like

a schoolteacher talking to a 10-year-old.

You know, it's...you're not actually agreeing,

you're approving.

It's as if the statement isn't valid until you deem it so.

Your point being...?

Well, it's like you're an arbiter of the truth.

It's a way of being smug and superior, Leanne,

which is why so many fuckwits in the city use it.

And now it's spread into the mouths of the spouses

like some sort of contagion.

Your kids will be saying it soon -

from the back seat of the four-wheel-drive Porsche,

feeling safe and smug and superior.

Buying a Porsche SUV for the sake of the kids' safety.

I don't think I've heard such transparently banal bullshit

in my entire life.

You go, girl.

Ah! Harry-sorry-David.

Interesting evening.

Just trying to keep the conversation chugging along.

So Melissa tells me you're a friend of her cousin's.

Angus.

Yes. Yeah.

Yes, old friends.

Old, old friends.

Oh, he's a piece of work, old Angus is.

A dark horse.

Black sheep, she said.

Well, I don't know

if this racial profiling of livestock's getting us anywhere.

She tell you why he's such a...dark sheep?

No.

Well, they had a thing.

Yeah. He and Melissa.

Romantic thing. Must've been, er, 10 years ago.

She'd have barely been 17.

Yep. It was something like that.

He would've been, oh, 38, 39.

Tell me, are they, er...

..are they first... First cousins. Yeah.

Yes. Ah. The shit hit the fan when the family found out.

You can imagine.

Lasted the better part of a year.

You must know all this. Bits.

Yeah.

They ran off to Paris together.

All very tempestuous.

She left him, he tried to top himself,

she went back and he went off to work for Bob Geldof.

All very messy.

Makes you think.

Sure does. The poor darling.

Some of the things she's had to cope with.

Well, hello. Mr Greene, how are you?

Battered, Miss Marx, but, er, that's a pretty common condition for me.

You live around here? Mmm. Mmm.

Just up on Rockwell Crescent. I have seen you around before.

Please sit down.

Piccolo, Cleaver?

Oh, thanks, mate.

Max!

Whoa. Whoa!

Er, sorry for the state of my life.

Ah.

Mmm.

Mmm. Oh, Cleaver.

Mmm.

So...

How's the Lucy Marx thing going?

She wants to go to jail.

She wants to be a martyr?

Mmm. Nothing wrong with that. If the cause is right.

You know there's not a soul at the DPP who worked on that case

who thinks Tanisha's innocent?

Yeah, well, that's because you guys are the prosecution.

You have that dominant suspicion gene.

Oh, really?

Mmm.

Come on, even Dennis has his doubts, and he was her solicitor.

Ah, you wanna have a chat with him.

You're up early.

Oh, don't be rude.

Like that! And then...

Ah... Ah...

Hey, just so you know,

Cleaver told me about you and Angus.

Oh. Did he?

What exactly did he tell you about me and Angus?

You two running off to Paris, him trying to kill himself, Bob Geldof...

It must've been around the time your parents died.

How were they with it?

Oh, I mean, they were...

..they were appalled.

But you did manage to patch things up with them before they passed?

Yeah.

They weren't the sort to bear grudges.

Hey, you know you can tell me anything.

Or nothing. I'm just...I'm here.

Hmm?

You finish the coffee. I'll get the paper.

Hey, Bruce.

How are you, Dave?

Good, mate. Good. No rest for the wicked, eh?

Tell me about it.

Well, see ya.

Crisis. What?

I blew it. And there's no more milk. Oh, bugger.

Hey! David!

Oh, dear.

Yep.

Yep, gotcha.

Thanks, mate.

They picked up your neighbour's brother.

Some sort of family feud.

How is he?

He was very lucky. His shoulder's a flesh wound.

The other bullet went through the abdomen.

Oh... No organs were damaged.

He'll be fine.

Oh, thank God.

Dad?

Where's the bloody thing? I had it out this morning.

Can't believe you haven't seen this. Dad.

Ali and Foreman - the 'Rumble in the Jungle'.

It's human perfection. I'm seeing someone, Dad.

So she's a girl from your school?

And are you doing the...

Mm-hm.

And you're taking precautions? Yes.

OK.

She's in your class?

She's in my class, yeah.

OK, I don't see what the bloody subterfuge is about.

The...girl hasn't told her parents.

Won't. Can't.

And I know Mum would insist we start a constructive dialogue with them

and make sure we're all on the same emotional page.

I don't know. Dad, I'm really into her.

Could we come here?

Oh, mate...

I mean, there's nowhere else for us to go.

Oh...

You don't want us paying for some crappy room in the Cross.

Oh, no, not when you've got a crappy room in the Cross for free.

It'll only be...after school.

Two afternoons a week. Three, max.

And you'll be at work anyway, so you won't even know we've been here.

Mate, I'm... Listen, I might have my own needs with that bed.

I might be in love myself, you know?

And I might not want it smelling of teen spirit.

You're in love too? Yes, could be.

Could very well be.

She's like a mixture of Mandela and Gandhi

and Mother Teresa all rolled into one.

Oh, yuck. But hot.

Hot.

A Sydney barrister remains in a stable condition

after he was shot trying to prevent an assassination attempt...

..in Sydney's inner west this afternoon.

David Potter was shot twice

after his neighbour's brother opened fire outside a Lilyfield home.

Oh.

You're kidding me.

You are kidding me.

So the first bullet hits him and he doesn't even go down.

Then the guy's gun jams

and he keeps pointing it at David and pulling the trigger,

but nothing happens.

Oh, thank God for that.

If it'd been me, I'd have bolted,

but David - David just charged at him.

It's like...I couldn't believe my eyes.

Yes, I'll bet. Yeah.

I've never seen courage like it, Cleave.

I mean, nothing in my life has ever come close.

Yeah, well, that sort of behaviour's instinctive, isn't it?

I beg your pardon?

Well, I mean, it's not a conscious decision, is it?

It bloody well was.

Well, he'd been shot. He didn't know what he was doing.

I'd have done the same.

You?!

Do you remember the time that the fire alarm went off in the club?

You were hysterical!

I was handcuffed to the bed.

You can't even give him credit

when he gets shot twice trying to save his neighbour's life!

Yeah, well, frankly, it doesn't sound like he was in that much danger.

I mean, four shots off, no fatalities

and...and nobody even on the critical list.

It's not exactly Mossad, is it?

You're impossible.

Oh, and by the way, thanks for the details about me and Angus.

Oh, as if I was gonna let that go through to the keeper.

Oh, shit.

Problem?

Oh, I was supposed to meet Mother Teresa for a drink.

Go.

I can amuse myself until Mum comes back.

Are you sure?

What's wrong?

Hmm. Hey, baby? Mmm.

Hmm, Cleaver. What is it?

Nothing. What's wrong?

Oh...this guy I know got shot.

Who?

Oh, not the hero lawyer guy?

Yes, the hero lawyer guy. Oh, is he a friend of yours?

No, he's not a friend of mine. And he's not a fucking hero, alright?

He's a tax lawyer. Oh.

Now he's been shot, everybody thinks he's Jesus F. bloody Kennedy.

He's not a hero. You're a hero.

Really? Yeah.

You're my hero. Really?

Mmm. Mmm.

Er... Ooh?

Wha... Oh, what the hell is that?!

What? Oh, God!

Oh. Oh, that would be my son's.

Oh, I thought I could smell teenager.

I know. It's revolting, isn't it? Oh.

Um...anyway.

We shouldn't let that interrupt our conference.

Our conference? Us doing it is a conference?

Well, for billing purposes.

You don't want me doing any real prep, do you?

You might stand a chance of winning.

Mmm.

So what can I do for you, Cleave?

Who's Katrina Ryan?

Um, oh, I can remember hearing something about her.

What, is she against you in Marx? Yeah.

She is, as a matter of fact.

You know she's only two years out of law school?

Is she? Yeah.

No, I heard she's a bit of a young gun.

I hear she needs a bullet.

No, nothing to do with me, mate.

It's the DPP's call. I guess you guys just got lucky.

Any word on the judge?

Er, yeah.

Yeah, er, Jessica Mason.

Jess Mason? You're kidding me.

No. No, that's what I've been told.

Right.

Single mother with four daughters,

one of whom lost a leg in that ferry disaster last year.

Yeah. Yeah, that was a tragedy.

Joe, what's going on?

No idea what you're talking about.

Well, I got Julie Andrews for a judge

and Shirley Temple for the prosecution.

Yeah, mate, I've told you. Nothing to do with me.

Ooh, mate, I've gotta go.

I'd, er, I'd wish you luck, Cleave. I'm not sure you need it.

The bastards are throwing it. They want her to walk free.

I heard about Katrina Ryan.

Yeah, it gets better. We're gonna be before Jess Mason.

Oh, she's not gonna send Lucy to jail.

She'll give her a bloody medal.

I know. So I've gotta figure out some way to piss her off.

Her and the jury.

Oh, well, it's never been a problem for you before.

You wanna have lunch? I can't, mate.

I'm having lunch with Dennis the Menace.

Why?

He defended Tanisha. He said he's happy to have a quiet word.

The more we know...

Well, it was bloody weird.

Here was their star fullback stabbed to death

and none of his teammates would talk about it,

not even to the prosecution.

None of 'em had a clue, apparently.

"Don't know anything, barely knew her,

"Gav was a good bloke, kept to himself."

They have anything to say about Tanisha?

No.

But, you know, but I could tell she was not well liked.

Every time I mentioned her name,

the room got a little chillier.

Doesn't make her guilty.

- Here she comes! - Ms Marx...

Will you go to jail?

Um...yes, Your Honour.

What w-we have...

What we have...the...

..the case, er, before Your Honour is one of grave...greatness.

Great gravity.

Um...the relevant section...

..is...

Oh, sorry. Sorry. If Your Honour will bear with me...

68a.

Thanks. Section 68a, er...

Here it is.

Your Honour, could I request a brief adjournment

while I confer with my client?

Certainly, Mr Greene.

All rise.

Ms Ryan, may I have a word?

Oh, Mr Greene. Hello.

Thank you, by the way. That was...very kind.

Oh, what are learned friends for?

You seem a little flustered.

Was it noticeable? Only to the highly trained eye.

It's...it's my first big trial.

I... To be frank, I was rather surprised when they briefed me.

I remember my first big trial. I was throwing up all day.

So was I. I, um... ..still am, in fact.

Have you heard of beta blockers?

Um, I think so.

They take away that performance anxiety.

Oh, really? Mmm.

Look, I happen to have a couple on me.

That's so kind of you. Thank you.

Keep the pack.

But don't you need them? Oh, probably not today.

Your Honour, as I was saying before Mr Greene requested the recess,

offences under the 'Jury Act' represent a most grave threat

to our system of justice.

Jurors must feel safe and free in their decision taking.

Not just before, not just during,

but also subsequent to their verdict.

What the hell? She's...she's good!

What can I say?

Women.

They're such flighty things, aren't they?

Erratic. Unpredictable.

Quick to respond to sudden impulses.

Laughing one minute, crying bloody murder the next,

and not just when they have their periods.

Mr Greene, may I ask where this is leading?

Your Honour, my client is a woman.

We are aware of that fact, Mr Greene.

And she's not just a woman, Your Honour.

She's a mother.

Go on.

Thank you.

A mother's greatest boast

is that she will go to extraordinary lengths

to defend and protect her children.

Tanisha Marx was born as the result of a one-night stand

that Lucy had in Auckland, some 19 years ago.

Er, the father...

..to this day is blissfully ignorant

of the fact that he even has a daughter.

The fact that Lucy Marx

had a lot of sexual partners when she was young

has absolutely no bearing on this case,

and you must disregard that fact.

You must also disregard the fact

that Ms Marx is still clearly prepared to sleep with anyone.

If that's what it takes for her to pursue her quest

for justice and vengeance.

However much that quest may seem to conflict

with the so-called laws that govern this State.

Thank you, Your Honour.

He didn't!

He didn't?

That conniving bastard!

He's gone totally Broken Arrow on us, boss.

Oh, shitty shit!

Fuck's sake!

In all my years, I have never seen such a display.

Such wilful negligence.

Your opening was 100 times more damaging to your client's case

than Ms Ryan's.

Er, well, I'm saddened Your Honour feels that way.

Er, it was a strategy devised in full consultation with my client.

Come.

Your Honour.

Have you sought further instructions, Mr Meagher?

I have, Your Honour.

And Ms Marx is perfectly happy

with the way Mr Greene is conducting this case.

Alright, you two, what's going on here?

Whatever do you mean, Your Honour?

I mean I am this fucking close

to referring your conduct to the Bar Association.

Were you aware of the existence of the 'Jury Act'

before contriving to meet Mr Daniels at Chasers?

I most certainly was. Oh.

W-were you aware

that seeking information about a jury's deliberations,

even after a sentence has been passed, was a crime?

A crime subject to the maximum of seven years in prison? Yes.

Um...right.

Er...

Well, er, then...no further questions, Your Honour.

Anything further, Mr Greene?

Nothing further, thank you, Your Honour.

Are you sure of that?

Quite sure. Thank you, Your Honour.

We'll resume in the morning.

All rise.

I know the single mother's about to have your balls on a plate.

Short-term tactical necessity.

Long-term testicular catastrophe.

Thought the conduct committee made it pretty clear last time

they didn't wanna see you ever again.

Ah, bunch of pussies.

Bunch of pussies who could have you struck off.

Mate, we've got a client who's prepared to go to jail on a matter of principle.

What sort of dipshit would I be to be worried about the conduct committee?

What about Mick and Vanessa's repayment plan?

Oh, you really are Captain Buzzkill, aren't you?

What if Tanisha's guilty?

Barnyard, I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing.

Michael Warner? Yeah.

Are you Gav Warner's cousin? Yeah.

So you think Tanisha will get out?

There's a chance.

There's a lot of political pressure. It's an election year.

And she's pretty - the public always forgives the pretty ones.

Look, mate, I just need to know what happened.

So we can do the right thing. We wanna do the right thing.

Your name will never be mentioned.

Is it true that you told the jury foreman

that Tanisha was a bitch and that she killed your cousin?

Mmm. You had information?

But you didn't give it to the police?

I wanted to tell the cops what really happened.

But no-one would back me up.

They said it'd be my word against theirs

and if it came down to it

they'd say I was the one she was rooting out of school.

Who's 'they'? Oh, his...his teammates.

Tanisha was having an affair with one of Gav's teammates?

No. She was having an affair with his coach.

You know, he's married, Catholic,

father of six kids, eight premierships.

Purer-than-pure supercoach.

Clive Booth? Yeah.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Yeah, Gav told me.

You know, he couldn't do anything about it, though.

Clive Booth was a god to him. He's a god to everyone.

Alright, the night he died, Gav rang me and told me

he was gonna confront her about it.

And you think that Booth was there?

Well, not if the time of death's right.

He was giving a speech halfway across town.

But I'll bet you he helped her get rid of the body.

When did Clive Booth die, again?

Er, four months after Gav.

Yeah, a heart attack, right? Yeah.

Come up. Is Lucy upstairs?

Yeah, but she's cool.

Tanisha did it. Oh, not this shit again.

Yeah, this shit again.

Barnyard, you can't possibly know she did it.

Yeah, I can. I just spent two hours with Gav Warner's cousin.

The cousin. Well, he was part of the problem in the first place.

Clive Booth was the problem, mate.

Tanisha was having an affair with him.

Gav found out and threatened to go public.

It's the only way it makes sense, Cleave.

Everything that Dennis said, the DPP...

Mate.

This is me talking, mate. She's using you.

No.

What did he want?

Nothing important. He's, er, just having a few problems at home.

I didn't wanna talk about the trial,

what happened in the jury room.

None of it.

She made me talk about it.

I feel violated.

Mr Daniels, what was Ms Marx doing

while you were having this conversation?

She was...

..going down on me.

I beg your pardon?

She was going down on me.

Going down on you.

By which you mean she was performing oral sex on you?

Yes.

That's how she compelled you to break your oath to the court?

Mr Daniels, you're 28 years old, is that correct?

Yes.

Ms Marx is 38 years old. Do you prefer the company of older women?

Um, I don't know. She was nice-looking.

I put it to you, Mr Daniels,

that it was you who was seeking to take advantage that evening.

Advantage of a lonely, vulnerable woman.

No.

I see.

How much did the 'Tele' pay you for your story?

How much, Mr Daniels?

20 grand.

So you got a slap-up meal, oral sex and 20 grand,

and still you feel violated?

Some people are very hard to satisfy, Mr Daniels.

What was that?!

Since when was attacking Marty Daniels part of the plan?

For a moment there, it sounded like you wanted to nail him!

Sorry. Old habits.

I am not happy about what happened in there.

You were a part of Tanisha's alibi, weren't you?

Yes.

You told the trial that on the night Gavin died

you had a phone call from Tanisha and you chatted for a few moments,

you said she sounded fine.

Yes. Her phone records bore that out.

Why do you ask?

Because your phone records also bear out the fact

that you made another call after you hung up from Tanisha.

You called Clive Booth.

I'm presuming you told him to go over to Tanisha's place

and help her dispose of the body?

You blackmailing him...

..sort of your M.O., isn't it?

Signature dish.

I did what any mother would do.

Not my mum.

I can't represent you anymore, Lucy.

I was only prepared to put you in jail when you weren't guilty.

That is going to have consequences.

Everything does.

I really liked her.

It was weird, she reminded me of you somehow.

How did that make you feel?

Strangely comforted. Hmm.

I had this fantasy

about coming around here one time with Lucy and...

And, what, we'd end up jelly wrestling?

Oh, well, I hadn't thought of that. But now that you mention it...

So. Did she displace your feelings for Melissa?

What does that matter? Answer the question.

Oh, come on, darling. You know me.

My feelings never get displaced, they just get added to.

I still love everyone I've ever loved -

you, Missy,

Miss Harbright my fourth grade teacher.

And?

After Judge Jessica Mason ruled a mistrial,

she referred Lucy Marx's counsel Cleaver Greene

to the Professional Conduct Committee of the Bar Council.

The Bar Association.

..sent shock waves through Sydney's legal community.

Well, Cleaver Greene was not only negligent at my trial...

Oh, hello.

At possibly the most vulnerable time of my life,

he seduced me

and for most of the last week before my trial,

we were having sexual intercourse.

Oh, yes.

He did almost no work. He even bragged about it.

We shouldn't let that interrupt our conference.

Our conference? Us doing it is a conference?

Well, for billing purposes.

You don't want me doing any real prep, do you?

We might stand a chance of winning.

I heard the news.

Are you OK?