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Kerri, the chapel was overflowing with mourners

here to farewell Joshua Floyd,

slain founder of the leaks site good_plumbing.com.

Chief amongst them, of course, was Floyd's fiancée,

author and ex-prostitute JM Doolan,

who is out on bail, having been charged with Floyd's murder.

She refuses to speak to media herself

but her barrister, human rights advocate Cleaver Greene,

did speak to assembled media.

Nothing has been laid to rest today, not by a long stretch.

Josh's work will continue.

Those who sought to end

his quest for justice, truth and democracy,

the despots who murdered him,

who literally stabbed him in the back,

those bastards who now point their fingers at the woman who loved him,

they will be brought to justice.

This I promise you.

Mr Greene. One more question, Mr Greene.

Oh, Mum. You can't be serious?

He's milking it for everything it's bloody worth.

What are you saying?

I'm saying Dad's finally in the papers

without the word 'allegedly' near his name

and he wants to keep it that way.

Fuzz, I haven't seen your father like this...for 15 years.

I mean, he might have finally found a cause

that's actually worth fighting for.

You're not thinking what I think you're thinking?

Well, it's the dream of every child

from a broken home that, one day, that home be rebuilt.

Yeah, when I was four, maybe.

Five at a stretch. But by the time I reached six, all I felt was relief.

I beg your pardon?

You and Dad don't function together, Mum. It's like a law of science.

The quality of your relationship

is in inverse proportion to its geographic proximity.

Meaning?

The further you are physically apart,

the better you function together.

Don't be absurd.

You know, Josh could have been a little less cryptic.

"There's this German."

Yes, there's actually 82 million of the fuckers.

"There's this password."

Yes, well, which German does it belong to?

Did he introduce you to any Germans?

Missy?

Miss?

OK, you're absolutely sure that no-one saw you?

I told you. I was doing laps. I mean, who'd notice?

From the time you left the hotel room until the time you got back,

you didn't speak to a single soul?

I was doing laps. OK.

Want something to eat?

No. Drink?

Drink drink? Why not?

Without something to eat?

Listen, sweetheart, if you don't eat something soon,

your stomach's gonna start eating itself, alright?

It's kill or be killed down there.

I know these things.

I once defended a gastroenterologist on Medicare fraud.

Oh, no.

What?

An old client of mine.

"The coroner dismissed earlier reports

"that Dr Chambers had died as a result of natural causes

"and found that the well-respected oncologist had committed suicide."

He was a chapter in my book, Cleave.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Argh!

Oh, fuck! FUCK! Scarlet.

Dr Robinson to Intensive Care, please. Dr Robinson?

Scarlet? How is he?

Oh, he'll be fine. It was a clean break.

OK.

Oh, baby.

Oh. I can take you home in a couple of hours.

You're gonna be fine.

The doctor said it's a clean break.

Clean break, you say? Yeah.

Yeah. OK.

If that's what you want.

No, Barney. Your arm.

It's a clean break.

You know, I wanted us to work.

For us.

For the kids. Oh, darling.

Hey, don't worry about me.

Hm. I've met someone.

Did you just say you've met someone?

Whoa!

Barney?

Barney?

Oh, private numbers shit me.

Hello.

Cleaver Greene?

Yes. Who's this? We need to talk.

Look, if this is in relation to a so-called personal banking matter,

this is bordering on harassment, mate.

I need to talk to you about Joshua Floyd.

But not over the phone.

Is this for real?

I mean, 'cause if it is...

Having trouble finding the German, Mr Greene?

You're close, Mr Greene.

Closer than you think.

The girl is innocent. She's been set up.

Yeah, I know that much.

We want to help you.

But we have to be careful.

You'll be dealing with many, many interested parties.

Including your own government.

ASIO?

They'll block you at every turn.

Josh said, um, that he had enough information

to bring down three governments and Wall Street.

As they say in the classics,

just follow the money.

How do I get in touch with you?

You don't. I'll be in touch with you.

Of course. Silly me.

Be careful.

Don't trust your email or your phones from now on.

They're compromised. Do you understand?

What's the matter? Yeah, no, it's fine.

I just thought you might not be here.

Yeah, yep. With him now. I gotta go.

And I'll get back to you. Yep, OK. New numbers are in.

Oh, yeah? Don't tell me we've made it to double digits at last?

Ha! The party hasn't, but you have. What?

Well into double digits, mate.

Bloody streets ahead of our beloved leader, Captain Capitulate.

Shit.

Yeah, Bruce was wondering if you wanted to have a chat.

What about? About duck hunting, you dick.

About becoming the next leader of the opposition.

It's too soon.

He's not talking tomorrow,

he's talking deep, strategic, long-term political planning.

Yeah, so probably nothing before next week.

This is unbelievable.

I mean, who isn't involved?

How does someone subpoena the CIA?

Buggered if I know.

Where do you reckon it's gonna land?

What do you mean?

Well, this is all very, very sexy stuff,

but there's nothing I've seen yet that will actually help Missy.

Oh, it will. Just keep looking.

Follow the money.

Hey, have you hurt your arm?

Morning. Nicole.

Morning.

Now, listen, could you scare us up

a couple of coffees and a whiteboard, please?

A white...a whiteboard? You want a whiteboard? What's going on?

Oh, nothing.

Just trying to save the world.

Hi, mate.

Yes.

I... Yes. Yes!

OK.

Fuck! Nicole?

OK, I have a conference. Could you please print this out for me?

Before coffees and saving the world?

You don't get to save the world. No, of course not.

How could I without a whiteboard?

What happened to your arm?

Just a fall. You OK?

Yeah. Yep, yep. You?

I'm fine. Good.

So we're good then? Yep.

Good.

Did you wanna talk about...? Nope.

Col.

What's up? Kirsty's not happy, Cleave.

Oh, fuck. Is that what you called me here for?

You haven't seen her in almost a week. You barely return half her calls.

Mate, I am up to my bottom lip in it right now.

You know that. So does she.

Yeah, be that as it may, she's not happy, mate.

Well...

Welcome to the wonderful world of interpersonal relationships, Col.

I mean seriously fucking not happy, Cleave.

I'm worried about her.

I think she might be depressed.

She needs you, Cleave.

Mate, she doesn't need me. You know that.

Yeah. Yeah, I do, and it makes me want to puke.

Col?

Oh. Fuck.

Me, please. Max, you drink too much.

You take that very slowly, alright?

Two. Two. Two. One is enough.

Two, two, two, two. One.

Three, three, three. One, one, one, one.

You alright?

When we were at the hospital, you... Yeah?

You told me that you'd met someone.

I what?

You said that you'd met someone.

And you were out of it but...

..somehow it rang true so...

..I was wondering...

..have you met someone?

It was a one-off.

It won't come to anything.

You've slept with her?

Yeah. Mm.

Oh, look, Steve, I'd be interested

in knowing the Opposition's view

on extending licensed brothel facilities in Sydney,

particularly David Potter's view,

given the fact he was engaged to a prostitute.

I'd welcome his expertise.

What the fuck was that about?

Oh, David... He wants to throw that sort of shit?

Because if he wants to make it personal,

I will rain a shit storm down on you guys.

Are you OK?

I don't have much on this afternoon. How about you?

Scarlet, what's wrong?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Is it Cal?

'Cause, you know, I've been thinking...

Oh, have you really?

This may sound a little crazy but, um...

Why don't you come and work for me?

You're not in government, Dave, and you won't be for a thousand years.

And I'm where the power is.

You're just drifting on the sidelines.

Political flotsam and jetsam.

We'll be back.

Hm. Booked the exorcist, have you?

This isn't a very good idea, is it?

No. It isn't.

Your Honour, the US State and Justice Department,

the CIA, MI6, ASIO,

even the German Secret Service.

This is the biggest fishing expedition that I have ever seen.

Your Honour, this is purely a domestic matter

in every sense of the word.

And, Your Honour, we renew our strong objection

to the defendant's motion

to subpoena all or any of these parties.

Mr Greene?

Ah, Your Honour,

a raft of conservative politicians and commentators

have gone on the record

stating that Joshua Floyd should be put to death

for releasing classified information.

This is not just some wild conspiracy theory I'm proffering here.

There are very serious and legitimate questions being raised

about the murder of which my client stands accused.

Surely she has the right to have any credible alternative theory

properly ventilated before a jury.

Mr Greene, I know you've already danced

around this maypole a few times,

so you'd be more than aware that if I were to grant leave,

this court has no coercive powers over any US government agency.

They may simply just refuse.

In which case, Your Honour,

we would then be able to take the matter up on appeal

at the International Court of Justice in the calamitous event

that my client were to be found guilty in this jurisdiction.

Very well. I'll reserve my decision.

What gives? Must be 15 years since you dropped in on me at work.

Well, it's probably 15 years since you had a case that I cared about.

You must be working crazy hours.

I don't mind.

If you ever need a break or, you know, some sustenance or anything,

you can always come to us, you know.

I mean, I'd love to help if I could.

Or if it's easier, I could meet you somewhere.

I mean...

That might be easier.

OK.

Let me know.

I will.

Oh, jeez. Oh. I've gotta go.

Um...

See you, Cleave. See you, Doc.

Are you home, darling? In here.

How was your day?

An unrelenting stream of pointlessness.

How was yours?

Yeah, it was fine. I just, um, met Audrey in town for lunch.

Town, huh?

Yeah, town. It's a place where people congregate.

It's got a couple of malls, so you'd probably like it.

You didn't happen to bump into Dad by any chance?

Uh, funny you should mention that,

because I was actually passing by the Supreme Court...

Oh, you didn't. It was on my way to the car.

Mum, you're unbelievable.

Could you get that, please?

Finnegan.

Roger. Roger, I'm sorry, please. I didn't mean anything by it.

Finnegan, just... Please. Mum!

I'm sorry, Roger. Mum. Roger, Roger. He's just a boy.

Please, he did not understand what he was doing with Sally.

He wanted to do the right thing. He got carried...

Wendy. It's OK. Yeah?

It's OK.

Oh, I'm just here to look after the boys.

Sally is gonna stay in Byron for a while.

Oh.

I promise, I didn't mean to scare him.

Oh, that's fine. The little bugger could use the occasional fright.

Nothing I say seems to make any difference.

How is Sally?

Oh, she's finding herself. Oh.

Notice how people never go looking for themselves in cold climates?

You know, I... I owe you an apology.

Really?

Sally told me that you were the one

who was having the affair, and I believed her.

You don't know me that well, so why wouldn't you believe her?

Oh, I'm supposed to be a shrink.

I can't believe I sat there for hours on end

listening to her carry on, and it was all bullshit.

Well, she has a few issues, our Sal.

Did you ever suspect?

She was having an affair? Mm.

Wasn't the first time. Really?

But I had no idea that it was Finnegan.

Oh.

For a while there, I thought it was Cleaver.

Cleaver, you know, he was always a bit flirty with her.

That's just his default setting.

Barnyard.

Yeah, I just finished reading the prosecution's report.

And?

It's not good. What is it?

Not over the phone, mate. OK. Look, I'm starving.

I'll see you at the Pic. Yeah, OK.

This just came for you.

And I've got that dinner at eight.

Ah, yes. Bevan's mum's birthday.

Yes.

And you called him Bevan. Hm.

Yeah. Give him my very best, alright?

Alright. I will.

We should get together sometime.

You wanna get together with Bevan?

Yeah. Well, you know, big day's coming.

Getting excited about the frocks.

Seriously, though, I gotta take my hat off to you.

To the both of you, really.

Why?

Well, I know I've given you some stick along the way

about being a one-guy gal since you were 15

but, here you are, seconds from wedlock,

and you are looking sexier and more womanly than ever.

Really? Yeah.

I can see the tiger in your tank all of a sudden.

The tiger in my tank? Since when? I don't know.

Just like the last week or something.

It's fantastic.

It's a lesson for all the romantics out there.

You can tell all the old cynics like me to bugger off,

because you have maintained your faith

not only in your relationship but also in yourself.

And you're clearly more in love than ever.

What?

What is it?

What did I...?

What did I say?

What did I say?

Fuck.

Taxi. Taxi.

Taxi. Taxi.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, don't get up.

How are you doing?

Oh. You know...

Cleaver says I have to eat.

You should. Melissa.

Do you mind if I join you?

No, no. Not at all.

Um, can I get you anything? Some food?

So, any developments?

Nothing all that earth-shattering.

What's in the report?

Which report?

The one next to you marked 'Floyd'.

Barney.

You're late.

Yeah, well, this is not exactly

the most convenient meeting place in the world, is it, mate?

I mean, I realise you're angling for a certain aesthetic here...

Mr Greene.

Christ knows how I'm gonna get a cab.

My associates are keen to know if you're making progress.

Well... I'm following the money, alright?

But it's not exactly leading me anywhere.

You do realise this is probably the only opportunity

we'll have to get them in a courtroom?

Are you really up to this, Mr Greene?

Yeah, course I'm up to it. Well, then.

There seems to be evidence of government fraud on a massive scale.

Slush funds, illegal arms deals.

Isn't that enough to be getting on with?

Look, Mr...Smoking Guy,

my client is up on murder charges, alright,

and so far we haven't actually found anything

that can meaningfully help us with our defence.

Do I have to paint you a picture?

Well, maybe not an oil painting but, yeah, a line drawing?

The killer works for ASIO.

Is that sufficient detail for you?

Right. Do you have a name?

I can't give you a name.

Can't or won't?

This goes to the very top of the organisation, Mr Greene.

You get the director of ASIO in the box

and you ask him about the information I've supplied you.

You embarrass him and his friends sufficiently

and I guarantee he'll sacrifice the agent involved

to put a halt to proceedings.

Handled properly, you can both save the girl

and bring the whole rotting edifice crashing down.

Some recent dispatches from the front.

They should help you fill in some of the details.

Yeah.

Cleave.

Oh.

Mate, your timing could not be worse.

Hi, Kirsty.

How are you, Cleaver?

Yeah, good. Just, uh, flat out like a lizard drinking.

Yeah. We're both busy people, aren't we?

Oh. I know. It's just how do you find the hours in the day?

Listen, the reason I came here was because I wanted to work out

where we...where we stand, you know?

'Cause I've been getting these... these mixed messages from you.

Have my messages been mixed?

How's this for size? I come here and I sit waiting for you.

And I look across the road and I see your...your client

coming out of that cafe and going straight into the apartment.

Is she living with you now, is she?

Yes, she is, but it's not what you're thinking.

Isn't it? No, it's not.

She's an old friend.

I've read her book.

Ancient history, Kirsty.

Look, the way I see it, Cleaver,

we've got two choices, right?

I mean, our relationship can either be based on pleasure

or it can be based on business.

And I'm sure you're aware of the differences.

OK. Now, here's the thing...

If you opt for the pleasure option,

she has to be out of your apartment by tonight.

OK, here's the thing... I will not be made a fool of!

OK.

My client is up on murder charges right now.

Now, nothing is happening between us, but she does need me at the moment

and I'm not gonna kick her out, alright?

I won't.

OK.

Great.

Great. We're back in business, then.

Goodnight, Cleaver.

Um, Col will have a word to you about your new repayment plan.

I'm sure you understand there will be penalties.

Yep. Yes.

Yes.

See you, Kirsty.

Mate, I have got a big trial about to kick off.

You really don't know a good thing when you see it, do you, mate?

You've been offered a dream come true.

How is that exactly?

A life with Kirsty.

You just can't see it, can ya?

Not with any great sense of clarity, mate.

Nah, you just think she's some low rent moll.

Well, she would fuckin' buy and sell you any day of the week.

Mate. Are you back on the gear?

I've seen a lot, Cleave. I have seen a lot in my time, mate.

I've seen some of the shit that Mick put her through

and she is still the most beautiful,

most loving human being I've ever met.

Mate, I could be right out of line here,

but have you got a bit of a soft spot for Kirsty?

She lives for love, mate. She lives for bloody love.

And the likes of you, you just... Mate.

Why don't you tell her how you feel?

Nah, nah, I'm no good when it comes to the romance, mate.

Oh, come on. I dream about taking her hand.

I open my mouth but I can't say anything.

Well, why not?

What is someone like me gonna say to a goddess, mate?

"Kirsty, from the day I met you,

"you have filled my heart with joy and light and song.

"Lo these many years I have tried to hide my passion

"but now I can hide it no longer.

"My heart is fit to bust a nut."

No. "To burst."

Lose the 'nut'. Lose the 'nut'. Never said 'nut'.

"My heart is fit to burst."

'Burst'. Gotcha.

"I am a man who knows and understands your heart,

"and who wants to devote his life to your song,

"unlike poor Cleaver Greene, who is incapable of feeling love,

"owing to personal tragedies he suffered during his childhood.

"I will give you that love,

"the love that Cleaver Greene so desperately wanted to give you.

"I want to make you happy beyond your wildest dreams.

"I want to make you mine."

You reckon that will do the trick, mate?

Putty in your hands, mate.

Hey.

This is the background report on Josh prepared by the prosecution.

Ah, yes. You saw Barney?

There's a woman who says that she slept with Josh

on three separate occasions in Sydney since we've returned.

She could be lying. Yeah, she could be.

But in Josh's wallet, the cops found a couple of receipts

from the hotel that she named.

Doesn't mean he didn't love you.

He has a child.

OK. I didn't know that. No, neither did I.

A 2-year-old from a former temp at good_plumbing in London.

You know what this means, Cleave?

It means they finally have a motive, Cleave.

I mean, before, I was just a lying whore, right?

And now I'm a lying, jilted whore.

Don't do this. There's no point.

Why not? I mean, what have you got?

What have you even got that can help me?

It was an ASIO agent.

Oh, well, how do you know that it was an ASIO agent?

Because I just saw the Smoking Guy.

The Smoking Guy? Oh, of course!

Well, I mean, that makes me feel a whole lot better, Agent Mulder!

Cleaver, I'm looking at a life sentence

and you're off playing boys' games!

The first thing you said to me when I saw you in the lockup was,

"They've killed him. They said they were gonna kill him and they have."

You were right. Well, what if I wasn't?

You think you could eat two?

Um, with some maple syrup. Pancakes!

Yes, please. Where's Maxy?

Oh, he's still... Get your own. Mum.

I'll get him. There's enough to go around.

You just finish the eggs. Give me those ones there.

Just wait. Where's your tie?

In my bag. Hard or soft, mate?

Breakfast. Max?

Argh!

MAX! Oh!

You should get an X-ray.

No, it's just a sprain.

I'm not sure that we're gonna make it, baby.

And it's not just because of me this time, is it?

This woman that you've slept with. I don't wanna know any details.

But...is it an option that you're contemplating?

'Cause you know you're not the kind of guy who has a one-night stand.

So for you to have done something like this,

it must be sort of serious.

I know.

And that sort of scares me.

Ah. Ah.

Missy's losing it, mate.

She thinks I'm putting all her eggs in the ASIO basket.

It is the only basket in town at the moment, isn't it?

I can't think of any others.

Alright, let's go back to first principles.

Well, he didn't have any money. So it's not that.

He was a root rat. Maybe there's a jealous lover?

I'm sure there is, mate, but he's been living in New York

for the last 10 years, so where do we start?

What about the ex-wife? Yeah.

Can you get your angels onto it, eh?

Has Missy looked at all the CCTV footage from the hotel?

Yeah. Once more with feeling, you reckon?

Yes, please. Get her out of the bloody flat!

I've seen this movie before and I wanted to walk out the first time.

Take a break if you have to.

It's getting us nowhere.

There's gotta be witnesses, DNA.

There's gotta be something

instead of you just hanging around in car parks.

Alright. OK.

You want the DNA report? There it is.

It's a fuckin' hotel room, Miss.

How many different sets of DNA

do you think they found in there, including yours on the knife?

You tell me what we've missed.

What if you can't get ASIO into the box?

We'll get 'em. They'll fight the subpoenas.

Then we'll fight back. What if we lose that fight?

Missy. Missy.

Oi.

We need to talk. Can you just let go of me, please?

For a woman about to marry the man of her dreams,

she's got a hell of a case of the marriage jitters.

What the fuck would you know?

Oh, has everybody gone barking mad?

Hello.

I'm just ringing to make sure you're OK.

Hm. Couldn't be better.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

It wasn't your fault.

Anyway, we both came to our senses.

Listen, I've gotta go. I'll call you later.

What happened to you?

Hit and run.

Ought to be a law. But what can you do?

Listen, I need a highly rated favour.

Oh, yeah?

If anyone asks, we had a working lunch yesterday.

What?

I blew off a meeting with the Premier,

principally because my head would have exploded

with boredom had I attended it.

Told him we were working on the Proceeds of Crime legislation.

Now, he's more than a little paranoid at the moment,

so if you could diarise us between 12:00 and 2:30.

Oh, really?

You already got something in your diary for lunch yesterday?

No. Nope. So what's the problem?

Thanks, Engels. I owe you one.

Melissa, how do you feel about the charges?

Did you do it?

Missy, tell us about your book sales.

Thanks, guys. We're going straight in.

My learned friend Mr Greene

will doubtlessly tell a tale of an elaborate conspiracy

to assassinate Joshua Floyd,

that he was a threat and a menace to governments,

security agencies, financial institutions, you name it.

But, ladies and gentlemen,

let us look at the actual legacy of Joshua Floyd.

The guns are still being fired in the Middle East

but no-one on Wall Street has been.

No governments have been toppled,

no leaders have been forced from office.

At the worst, he has caused embarrassment

to a handful of minor officials.

Tragically for Mr Greene,

this is simply a garden-variety murder,

motivated by jealousy,

a jealousy so extreme that it caused the accused

to plunge a knife into her fiancé's back,

not once, not twice,

but three times.

It's easy to mock conspiracy theories, isn't it?

In 1963, the theory that there was a conspiracy

to assassinate President Kennedy of the United States

was dismissed as absurd.

In 1973,

the theory that Nixon's henchmen

broke into the Democrat headquarters in the Watergate building

was dismissed as absurd.

Why on earth would they bother?

Why would they risk everything?

Ladies and gentlemen, history has perpetually taught us

that power corrupts.

And the threat of the exposure

of that corruption generates fear.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Joshua Floyd was murdered

not necessarily because of anything he'd already said or done,

but because of the fear of what he might do.

Now, my client loved Joshua Floyd.

My client...is a patsy.

Um, I chatted to Joshua briefly

and he gave me his card.

Then I called him the next day and he told me to meet him at a hotel.

Where you proceeded to have sexual intercourse?

Yes.

And how many times did you meet him for this purpose?

Um, three times in all. Thank you.

Mr Greene?

Uh, no questions, thank you, Your Honour.

So you didn't think I had a good opening, Miss?

You've made me Australia's Lee Harvey Oswald.

I couldn't be happier.

Between that and your rigorous cross-examination

of Miss 'No Questions, Your Honour', I'm in legal heaven.

What do you think pushing that girl would have added?

She has a solid alibi.

Well, it could have been any one of his tarts.

What about Therese? She's in there every day.

You know, she never misses a minute

with nothing but fucking hate in her eyes.

Maybe she just couldn't stand the idea of Josh marrying again.

She was in Melbourne.

Hey, guess what?

ASIO aren't gonna fight the subpoenas.

They just put out a press release

stating they're going to fully cooperate.

Yes. I knew it!

I knew they'd cave. They couldn't possibly say no publicly.

Dead, dead, dead mouse.

Nicole, dead mouse!

Dead mouse!

Hey, Nicole.

Sorry.

Ah, yes. Yep. Give me those.

It was here 10 seconds ago, I saved it,

and now it's fucking gone off the screen.

That's it, three hours work.

I think you'll find that's it, isn't it?

Thank you.

Wakey, wakey! Hands off snakey!

It's showtime, folks.

Mate, the prosecution's gonna howl when they get this so late.

I know, I know. Not to mention the judge.

I know.Nicole. NICOLE!

Yes?

We've got to get these over to judgey and Greg at warp speed.

By warp speed, you mean you want me to carry them?

I don't need your special brand of insight today, OK?

Nicole. OK.

But someone's gotta check the agreed time codes

on the DVD of the hotel footage.

I can do that.

Yeah, sure you can.

I can do that.

Oh, this is... It's broken. It's fucked.

Give it to me.

That's her.

Who?

There's this woman. She comes to court every day.

That's her. I'm sure that's her.

Who is she?

I'll go get an ID.

You better be bloody quick, mate. You're gonna have to stall.

Yeah, well, I can only stall so long.

Are you sure?

Mr Greene? Your Honour?

Are you not ready to commence?

Indeed, Your Honour.

Uh...

Mr Lonsdale, you are the director

of the...Australian Security

and Intelligence...Organisation...

..otherwise known as ASIO.

Is that, uh, correct?

I am.

Now, Mr Lonsdale, I noticed that you chose to affirm your oath

rather than swear to God.

Is that, uh, a fair comment?

I did.

So you don't believe in a god at all?

I'm an atheist, Mr Greene.

I see.

Are your parents religious folk, Mr Lonsdale?

Mr Greene, what on earth are you playing at?

This case, uh, uh,

as Your Honour very kindly pointed out,

does have certain elements of the conspiracy theory to it, uh...

Very much like 'The Da Vinci Code'.

Mr Greene.

You're a wanker, Cleaver.

Uh, may I have one moment, Your Honour, to take instructions?

Mr Greene, my patience is wearing wafer thin.

Thank you, Your Honour.

It's her, mate.

Please tell me she's with ASIO.

Her husband was the doctor in Missy's book that topped himself.

So ASIO's...? Got nothing to do with it.

No, but what was the Smoking Man...?

Oh, shit. Yeah.

Mr Greene.

Oh, shit. Yes, I know.

Oh...

No further questions, thank you.

No further questions? As if you've asked one.

So I take it you're no longer pursuing this line of attack?

I'm afraid not.

Do you have any idea the amount of time

you've wasted on this goose chase, Cleaver?

This is bordering on contempt.

I was set up, Ben.

Oh, set up? By whom?

By ASIO.

All those smoking guns in all those files were leaked to me

by someone who claimed to be a friend of Josh's,

but, on reflection, I'm sure it was all bullshit.

I'm sure there's not a single truth amongst them.

Why would ASIO leak you bullshit, Cleaver?

So that I'd get up and spout at Greg

and be made to look like a tit by the director of ASIO,

which would then be vindicated in open court.

Who's going to trust good_plumbing after that?

And how do you know this?

Because we know who really did it.

Your Honour, I'd like to call Mrs Faye Chambers, please?

Do you know why you've been called to give evidence, Mrs Chambers?

Yes.

Mrs Chambers, your husband

was the noted oncologist Graham Chambers, is that right?

He was.

He devoted himself to saving people's lives.

He passed away recently, did he not?

He did.

I'm so sorry.

Mrs Chambers, could you tell the court

how your husband died, please?

He took an overdose.

I see.

Do you know why he took an overdose?

He killed himself because of that filthy book.

That vile, evil book.

The book you're referring to, Mrs Chambers,

is 'A Thousand Lies I Have Told' by the accused, is that right?

I am.

He showed me the book

and told me what had happened in that brothel.

I didn't care. I loved him.

I could cope because 99% of him was pure good.

He wasn't mentioned by name in the book.

No, but he was terrified people would find out somehow.

She had betrayed his confidence. She destroyed him.

And I wanted that whore to find out what it felt like

to suffer the sort of loss I had.

Yep.

Come in.

Ms Engels. Premier.

Oh, dear. What happened to you?

Oh, just a little accident at home.

Please, have a seat. Thanks.

Delighted to meet you, at last. You too.

So I need to ask you a very delicate question, if I may.

My understanding is that on the 17th of this month,

you had a working lunch with Cal McGregor.

17th? Um...

Uh...

Ah, yes, we were finalising the amendments

to the Proceeds of Crime legislation, I believe.

Thank God.

I'm sure this won't be a secret much longer,

so I should tell you the reason I'm asking you this question

is because a woman has alleged

Cal sexually assaulted her at that time.

Now, I, for one, never doubted his innocence

but the fact that he has an ironclad alibi

comes as an enormous relief.

Now, some detectives are in my conference room.

They'll want to ask you some questions

and get a signed statement.

I assume that won't be a problem?

No. No problem.

Right here. Thank you.

Oh.

I'll be right back with the menus and some water for the table.

Enjoy your evening. Thank you.

Doc.

Mwah!

How's it hanging?

We got a bottle?

I've just ordered a glass.

Let's get a bottle. Hey-ho!

Um...

Ah. So I was thinking on the way here...

If you ever met royalty, would you bow or curtsy?

Because I don't think... I wouldn't even nod.

Hello. Can I get...? Oh, fuck.

I mean, I'd give them my paw.

I'm not being deliberately disrespectful.

It's just... Fuck, what did they ever do to earn it?

Hello. Oh, yes. Garçon?

If we have to bow to the unworthy, why don't we bow to supermodels?

At least they're cute. Hm?

I'm gonna bow to Gisele Bündchen.

Hello? Who do you have to fuck to get a drop of something around here?

Hello? Yes, mate. Yes, you.

Yeah. Come on, mate.

Yeah. Come on.

Ping. Bingo!

Yes. Nobody likes a snitch.

Oh.

Come on. Thirsty human in the room.

"O for a beaker of the warm South."

Can you see me now? Huh? Can you...? What are you doing?

We're better when there's distance between us.

Oh, come on, sweetheart. Just a little joke.

Just a little joke. Come on. You've had enough.

Oh, come on, mate. I haven't had any.

I haven't had a single thing. A man is not a camel.

Hey, Roger. How you going?

Hey. Yeah. Yeah, good, Wen.

Good. You?

Do you feel like a drink?

Oh, shit. Col.

It worked, mate. It fuckin' worked.

I can't believe it. We're in love, mate. Me and Kirsty.

Oh, mate. I couldn't be happier for you.

I can't thank you enough, mate. We are over the moon.

Oh, well, you know, I'm heartbroken, of course,

but what are mates for?

Makes this so hard, Cleave. What's that?

Naturally, Kirsty is very grateful too, of course,

but, like she says, business is business,

and I'm not about to upset my little dumpling now, am I, mate?

Matter of fact, this is a special request from her.

Ooooh!