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So, Melissa Partridge, welcome.

Now, you were there today
when sensational allegations were made

against your dear friend,
about the cocaine.

Where is this coke?

'Cause if you have some,
I could really use a line.

Patience.

Ohh! Oh, are you kidding me?

Well, you said it was
just for a couple of weeks.

You are deliberately
white-anting my birthday

because of this hot-air balloon
bullshit.

How dare you think I'd do that?

You're bringing boxes down
and taking them back up again.

It's crazy.

I am proud to announce
to you all here tonight

my candidacy for the Senate.

Jesus Christ, I'm sick of this!

What the fuck is that?

Dan weak-as-shit Killick,
fucking Cubby G awards.

Give me a fuckin' break.

Why'd we have to leave so early,
babe?

I really...
I wanted to dance tonight.

It's fuckin' rigged.

Not going again next year,
that's for fuckin' sure.

Dan Killick.
Not a third of the fuckin' player I am.

Just... I think you've gotta chill out.
It's really not a big de...

What the fuck?

Babe!

Shut the fuck up!

Whack him, Kyle!

That's him!

Tear his fucking balls off!

Two toast. One more in transit.

You butter and apply spread
of individual choice.

An apple for each box.

I don't like apples.

Today is the day you will learn.

And a treat for each box.

One, two, three!

What?

I told you
I had stuff with other people.

You said you were with me.

I've always had these issues.
It's really hard.

Bullshit!

I said from the start that
I had commitment issues.

Bullshit.
You said you were a one-girl guy.

I am a one-girl guy
with commitment issues.

It's actually really difficult.

- How old's this coffee?

About two hours.

We, like, need to work this out

because I am not sacrificing
myself for...

- Milk!

I think it's off.

Not for someone who's only
interested in sex.

There, I've said it.

That's unfair.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Think about it, Finnegan.

When was the last time you called me
before 10 o'clock at night?

When was the last time
you took me out for dinner?

When was
the last time you held my hand?

When was the last time
you kissed me on the cheek?

When was the last time you did anything?

OK, guys.

I shall be standing...

..in this very same position...

..tonight...

..when you return.

I shall not move all day.

Confirming that David Potter,

the man once described
as too clean for politics,

is expected to stand down
as Leader of the State Opposition

following police charging him
for the murder of Scarlet Engels.

It was just 12 short weeks ago where
leading Sydney barrister Scarlet Engels

was laid to rest
by her family and friends.

As from today I am resigning
as Leader of the Opposition.

It has been a great honour
serving this great party.

I believe in my time as leader,
we have achieved a lot as a party.

Well...a bit.

Not much, really.

Not much at all.

Thank you. That's all I have to say.

Yes, we will be strenuously
fighting these charges.

Mr Potter has cooperated closely
with the police,

and is looking forward to having the
opportunity of clearing his name.

Excuse us.

You alright?

How many times have you scoffed
when you've heard a pollie say that?

"I'm looking forward to
clearing my name."

Well, I mean it, Malcolm.
We fight this to the end.

Uh, reality check.
Excuse the sound and light show.

Three lovable, impish children.

Smiling young faces with all of
their wonderful futures ahead of them.

Scarlet, so beautiful

and so dead,

no longer able to hold her darlings
in her motherly embrace.

And then there's you...

.. politician on murder charges.

Murder.

It really is murder, right?

Oh, fuck.

Lovable impish kids,
dead beautiful mum,

politician who rogered his mate's wife.

OK, alright, I get it.

But I am innocent.

Fine.

Then you find me a jury
anywhere in the world

that doesn't want to send a politician
to prison and we'll plead not guilty.

I couldn't have killed her.

Oh, so you remember exactly
what you were thinking at the time,

what torrents of emotion
were coursing through your mind

in the split second
that she approached you?

She didn't approach me.
She was carrying a box.

Oh, what was in the box?

How the fuck am I supposed to know?
It was her box.

So you were in front of her?

I had my back turned to her
when it happened, I'm sure.

You're going to have to be
bloody sure in court.

You're a lawyer.

You know what they'll do
to you on the stand.

Maybe in a couple of years
you write a book

and somewhat rehabilitate your name.

But in the meantime,
we have to do a deal.

It's your only option.

Accept involuntary manslaughter
and all this goes away.

Everyone'll think I murdered her.

They already do, mate.

I just think the very fact we keep
having this argument over and over

is what's poisoning our relationship.

I know, I know. I agree with you.

Oh, fuck. Have you two
been doing this all day?

This is private.

Not on the evidence.

Sorry, I just... I think that...

Trouble at Grand Central?

Don't know. Not interested.

All that sparkle,
all that they meant to each other,

dead after two full weeks?

Mm. Who would have seen it coming?

You know, I think if death
means anything to me,

it means that deep down,

I know that I want a different kind
of life before I die.

You know,
I want to do something exciting,

or just something...slightly exotic.

Live in a cottage in Sardinia,
or something.

What is it about death

that makes everyone want to move
to a cottage in Italy?

I've always lived with other people.

I've always been
at their beck and call.

When people die in Italy,

do you reckon they're all wanting to
pull up stumps and move to Balmain?

My parents, then a shared student
house, and then you,

and then you and Fuzz.

Then two other marriages, and then Fuzz.

- And now you and Fuzz again.
- Me and Fuzz.

Yeah. It's...

Yeah, but it's nice, isn't it?

I mean, come on, with Fuzz here it's...

Oh, well, not with the...you know.

It's like old times.

I don't want old times, Cleave. I don't.

They're too traumatic, you know?

I just... Oh!

I have to have something
to look forward to.

I really want you to find
new accommodation.

- You know, I find it so confusing...
- Yeah, yeah, I'm....

- I'm looking.
- You're not!

Oh, well, I'm...I am thinking
about getting started

on the possibility of looking.

Don't you worry about that.

Do you think about Scarlet much?

All the time. Do you?

Honestly, before today, hardly at all.

I don't know what it is about today.

You know, I...I went to the funeral,
I cried real tears,

I hugged Barney and those poor kids.

And the next morning I woke up,
I cried more real tears.

That was it.

I went to the gym,

ran on the treadmill for an hour
trying to tone my arse.

"The song will have it

"that those that we have loved...

"..got their long fingers

"from death, and wounds,

"or on Sinai's top,

"or from some bloody whip
in their own hands.

"They ran from cradle to cradle
till at last

"their beauty dropped
out of the loneliness

"of body and soul."

I can't bear any more Yeats, Cleave.

Mr Meagher! Mr Meagher!

Do you still regard him as a friend?

I'm not going to say anything that
will prejudice this case either way.

Thank you. Please get out of my way.

- Any comments, Mr Meagher?

- Hey.
- Hey.

So how are the kids?

Oh, fine.

So, there's stuff to talk about,
I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I thought
we should have a chat

about the slight problem of you and I
having had a baby together

and what you're intending to
do about that.

Yep. Right.

Look, I want to make it easy on you,
Barney...

Easy isn't that simple.

- No...
- I'm not meaning to cut you or him out.

- You know that, right?
- Mm-hm.

But the kids need me right now

and I will make it up to you, I promise.

Yeah, I don't want you to do anything

out of some sense of bloody duty,
Barney.

I am... No, I'm good, you know?

I am actually fine.

I feel free, I feel happy.

I don't feel the weight of you
anymore.

No, I didn't mean that like that.

The weight of me?

Really.

Honestly.

Yeah, you can take that to the bank.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

I slept with Scarlet
a few days before she died.

We were talking about
getting back together.

OK.

Alright, well, then...

..it's clear we're over.

- We should talk about money, then.
- Yep. Yeah, we should.

Miss?

Miss!

Missy!

Who's that?

Who the fuck is that?

Piss off!

Alright, mate.

Cleaver?

- Phil!
- Sorry, mate.

- Been a while.
- Yeah!

- Not since the old amphetamine bust.
- That's right.

You wanna come in for a cuppa?
There's some Earl Grey in there.

Uh, no, look, I've got to
zip into work, Phil.

I was just seeing
if your neighbour was in there.

- Mate, what a screw-up she is.
- Oh.

She cleared off, mate.
She kept trying to score off me.

- Right.
- But she ain't got no cashola.

Told her to fuck off politely.

She went gonzo.

Do you know where she went, mate?

Nope. Some big guy
pulled up in his limo.

- What big guy?
- I don't know!

- Right.
- He was as white as her.

Sure you don't want to
come in for a cuppa?

There's some, uh, chemicals
on the stove I need to watch.

OK, no, look, I'm really good,
thanks, mate.

Thanks anyway, Philly. Mate,
next time. It's great to see you.

Great to catch up...again.

Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry.

I had to leave my son with my mother
and then the traffic was horrendous.

I understand. Only 13 minutes late.

Still within my critical
15-minute window -

my good grace window, if you will -
before I have to dock pay,

so all fine.

- Thanks.
- But let's not make a habit of it.

No, I will not.

It's just three times late
within two weeks.

I understand.

- Now to more pressing issues.
- Yeah.

The Mclnerney estate.

In four places, you have used
a semicolon rather than a colon

to precede a listing of items.

Remember our friend
the semicolon is used

to cojoin two separate yet connected
ideas within the one sentence.

It should never be used
as a harbinger of a list.

That's a job for...for Mr...Colon.

So, mate, usual drill.

Uh, we plead not guilty but as soon
as the prosecution offers a deal,

we grab it with both hands,
you know.

Yeah, well...

Oh, whoa! Whoa!

No, still going on that, mate, thanks.

Yeah, well I'd like to be
out of the slammer by July 8.

Yeah, uh, the justice system
doesn't really work like that, mate.

Can I get you another coffee?

No, no, still good on that,
thanks, mate.

A muffin? Toast?

Maybe a glass of tap water.

Oh. To what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm taking my old job back.

Haven't you been working for me?

- Hi, Nicole.
- Hi, Rance. No.

- You remember Rance?
- I do. Hello.

Rance, Nicole.

No, I have not been working for you

because work and payment
are cojoined concepts.

Trying to think of the last time
we spoke.

Was it the break and enter
or the assault?

Yeah, lost to memory.

I cannot get a decent job
with any other lawyer.

Well, I'll, uh, write you a reference.

Please, a reference from you
is like a flame to rayon.

This is the reason why
I can't get a decent job.

Look, I might...

I'll think about taking you back
under certain conditions.

Unfortunately the pay won't be...

The usual pay and conditions.

And I take it that you don't have
any chambers?

No, well, we don't need chambers.

I mean, I'm not a slave
to bricks and mortar.

I mean, this place, look at this.
This is great in the mornings, isn't it?

Yeah, and we have the Hollywood
in the afternoons.

Hollywood in the afternoons. Singing
it from the same hymn sheet...

Just a water for me, thank you.

You have to order something.

Uh, well, then I will have
a weak soy latte, thank you.

And still waiting on that tap water
there, thanks, Keano.

Any previous convictions, Mr Walsh?

Reggie.

How do you mean, convictions?

How do you think I mean?

Oh, the odd restraining order
here and there, if they count.

They do.

I'm a photojournalist.

Not according to the police report.

Restraining orders
go with the territory.

You can't go within 500 metres
of Nicole, two k's of Crowey,

and I'm not allowed in the same suburb
as Hugh Jackman.

You're paparazzi, then.

If you like.

I tell stories with my pictures, yeah.

These are very serious charges.

Break and entry, lewd act, hacking.

I don't hack.

I pay other people to hack for me.

Kids, mainly.

No point in chasing celebs
if you don't know what they're up to.

Learnt that lesson the hard way
with Jackman.

Prick. Too nice.

Wasted years chasing the bastard.
Got nothing.

I'm going to have to brief
someone for you.

Yeah, I thought your mate Greene.

I know you two have issues.

God, he gets a bit feisty,
doesn't he, in his texts?

But since your ex got murdered,
you two have been a bit closer, right?

This, uh, David Potter business.

That's a bloody bolt
out of the blue, isn't it?

Why?

Well, there's nothing in it.

It was an accident.

Who's to say what happened?

You don't think he did it?

Wasn't there.
Can we focus on the brief?

Yeah, sure, mate.

Fuck! She looks like
a Botticelli angel in this.

Do we know why he was wanking
off over this one in particular?

Ask him. He's probably
listening in on us right now.

It's a nice photo.

Have you noticed,

there seems to be a lot of wanking
going on these days.

Are you with that?

I mean, it didn't used to
be like that in our day, did it?

You know, when I was 15,

the idea of there being such a thing
as too much porn...

I mean, God, it was hard to find.

Do you remember that?

And when I tracked down a bit,
I used to...

..I'd feel like Magellan
or Captain Cook,

discovering brave new worlds.

So exciting.

I grieve for lost innocence, mate.

When were you ever innocent?

1980, if you must know.

Before...Ruth Fetherby...

..let me have a little feel
down there, and wow!

And there was a really dense thicket,
like a...

..like a miniature Airedale

had decamped in her pantaloons.

But, you know, I mean, what used to
pass for porn in our days,

those kind of...I mean, that's all...

You find that in women's magazines
now, don't you?

I guess they're just catching up to us,
in a way, if you think about it.

Barnyard, you're not with me,
are you, mate?

- Barney?
- Mm?

Mate, I'm shithouse at this stuff,
alright,

but if you need to download
at all or if I can help out...

No, you can. Just remember
to come to the mediation.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the...the thing
on Thursday.

Wednesday.

It's the...the balloon fine business.

It's not a fine. It's costs, remember?

- Yeah, costs, costs.
- Jesus!

Mate, it's alright. It's OK.
Just leave it to...

Leave it to Cleaver.

Wow!

Uh, er, OK,
I haven't got time for coffee,

so what I'm about to say
will be unedited gabble.

Gabble, gabble, gabble, gabble.

- I'm heading to the States for a bit.
- Mm-hm.

I have no idea how long exactly.

It could be days, could be weeks,
depends on negotiations.

Oh, that's nice.
No, that is great for you.

No, I will be locked in a room
arguing IP issues.

Oh.

And I will spend my nights
in hotel rooms...

..wishing you were with me,
sharing my bed.

You really still want me,
after how I treated you?

We both stuffed up.

We spent so much time
convincing each other not to have sex,

you know, trying to
make our nuptial night special.

We should have been at it like rabbits.

Yes, we should have.

In a show of what some are calling
political generosity,

New South Wales Attorney-General
Sarah Colbert...

Yeah.

Oh! God, this stuff's got balls!

..murder trial of David Potter.

- He didn't do it.
- Ah, I'm sure he didn't.

Who's that, love?

David is a good man.
He's not like anyone else I know.

- No.
- He would not hurt anyone.

But, see, that's what makes him
going down all the more delicious.

Man's a milksop.

He's a cream puff.

He's a meringue.

Can you just ask?

Look, it's just really tricky
right now with everything.

- Mum?
- Mmm...

Monique would like to stay
a few more nights.

Yeah, that's fine.

There's an issue she has about
sex without commitment,

so she can't stay in my room.

Well, what do you want me to do?
Build her one?

We're not in a good place right now.

We're going through
a kind of trial separation.

Oh. Mate, in my day, a trial separation
meant you...you'd split up for a month

so you could root all the people
you had lined up,

and then you get back together again
and pretend that nothing happened.

That was how morality
worked in our day,

and it was actually a really good
system, wasn't it?

Monique has some parental issues.

She has nowhere else to go,
she got evicted from her last place.

She...she's kind of desperate.

Excuse me, Wendy,
I'll sleep on the couch.

No, darling,
you're not sleeping on the couch.

Don't have a room in this house
to call my own.

You're not sleeping in my living room.

No, well said.

And you are sleeping on a lilo
in Fuzz's room.

What? No, I'm...what are you...

Wendy, I am... How can that be fair?

Hell's a-poppin'!

He dumps her,

so she gets my room and he gets
the fucking Palace of Versaille?!

I love our little mother-daughter
life lessons.

Ohh!

Mama, I can live without this advice.
OK?

- Oh, Mama!

Finn.

Finnegan.

I don't want this
any more than you do.

I want to make us work.
I mean it, Finn.

Even though I want to be with you,
I just...

..I just find it really hard to...

Oh, God! Fuck me!

I think what you've said
is, like, really unfair.

Oh, fuck, will you just pick a room?

Because I think you've seen pretty
much all the house has to offer!

Just either have sex or not, OK?

Because that is all he wants!
He's 22 years old.

He's 94% penis!

There's a duty of care issue
in this house.

Please tell me this isn't
The Bridges Of Madison County.

It isn't. it's my house,
it's my Tuesday and it's my film.

Fuck off.

Oh!

Please fuck off.

Ohh.

Off I fuck.

Morning, Cleave.

There is a trend back to a little
bit more growth down there now.

A 2.5cm by 1.1cm furrow.

Just a hint.

We call it our Cuban Airstrip.

Yeah, I mean I definitely want
something down there.

I mean, you know, I'm not a child.

Have reached puberty.

A lot of women feel that way
these days.

Now, how are we on the bottom?

Oh, oh, absolutely fine, thank you.

You know, it's how the truth
is told now.

We dig deep. We unlock secrets.

I am Woodward and Bernstein
with a camera.

I am a truth seeker.

Yeah, the truth being what, mate?

Why don't you just tell us why you
broke into Star and Kyle's joint

and tried to impregnate a wall hanging?

Star was...

What?

What was Star? Was she...

She was beautiful that night.
She's not herself now.

She's not real anymore.

Anyway, that photo was mine,

it's my copyright and by rights
I should be suing them.

That photo was taken the night
she met him.

You know, surely a man has the right
to spunk over whatever is his.

Barnyard. Hey!

So you reckon you can find anyone?

- Barn! Barney!

Well, if I can't,
I know people who can. Sure.

Who do you want?

Melissa Partridge.

Do you want shots of her nude
or clothed?

No. No, mate. It's not like that, mate.

Just...find her.

Ohh!

Sarah and Kendall have announced their
love is true the third time around.

So that's good news, isn't it?

Whoever Sarah and Kendall are.

Oh, my God. Kristin Vanderbilt's
shock cellulite diagnosis.

Fuck! Did you know
she was suffering from cellulite?

Her mum and dad
must be beside themselves.

We go in there, we apologise,

we listen, we state our position,

but above all,
we are humble and contrite.

Mate, Humble and Contrite
was what I wanted to name

my firstborn children.

- But Wendy...
- I'm bloody serious!

Yes, I've heard you. Alright.

Aunty Barney.

The two of you have behaved
like adolescents out on a rampage.

Taking an air balloon
directly into shared airspace?

Well, technically
it took itself up there.

I mean, we didn't exactly want
to be up there.

You know, I...I tripped on a rope

and we suddenly found ourselves
in a Jules Verne novel.

I represent a government who prides
itself in fiscal responsibility,

and no responsible government pays
for bloody absurd balloon flights!

Ooh.

72 hours of aerial and naval
surveillance just to find you.

- Yeah, but you didn't find us.

This moron found himself,

you know, on some whale stranding
beach in the North Island,

and I managed to disembark

through a plate glass window
into a luncheon party.

You know, I've been instructed not to
make an example out of you, Mr Meagher,

because of your recent loss.

But when I see photos of you mixing it
with so-called celebrities,

making hay
out of your absurd balloon rides,

my blood boils.

I wanna fuckin'
make mincemeat out of you.

Jesus! Alright, settle down, tiger.

I thought this was supposed to
be a mediation.

Oh, you know all about government
mediation, do you, Mr Greene?

No, never had the pleasure.

Well, it tends to go like this.

Holy shit!

I have lost 3,000 close friends
due to public cutbacks, and you...

You don't have any friends.

No-one as odious as you could
possibly have a single friend.

Who the fuck would like you?

The woman sitting next to you hates you.

I've only known you for three minutes
and I hate you.

I hated you from the moment
we first shook hands.

Fiscal responsibility!

Tell me,
what are the numbers on Afghanistan?

This is the same government that
sanctioned the Cambodia solution.

Resettling four people
at $10 million a head.

Kicking human cans of suffering
down the road and coming after me?

After the millions of dollars
I've paid in taxes over the years?

You are nothing but a bully
in search of soft targets.

Well, you appalling piece of shit,

I am not a soft target.

So go fuck yourself,
'cause no-one else will.

Well, I was prepared to
settle for something today,

but now you can be sure...

..the cost order is gonna stand.

We should, um...

..we should really cross-check
dictionaries sometime,

because I'm pretty sure mine's got
a different interpretation

of humble and contrite.

Good, then.

Have you spoken to him recently?

'Cause I'm not sure
he's entirely with us.

Yeah, well, who would be under
these circumstances, Cleaver?

Jesus. I mean fuck, Scarlet's dead,
Harry's been charged.

It's a nightmare.

Harry's not gonna do time.

Cleave, Cleave, please tell me
you're not seriously considering

entering a not guilty plea
for Reggie Watts?

I mean, I really...
I don't have time for this bullshit.

Well, I've got my instructions, Jules.

It's actually a case
of great nuance and complexity.

You know Beirworth is sitting on it?

Ah, wonderful.
The gift that keeps on giving.

Look, I'll cut you a deal, OK?

It's 18 months, he does 9.

We've actually got
a very strong case, Jules.

Alright. Your funeral.

You have nothing.

Oh, I've got less than that.

Holy shit.

Oils.

I reckon I was there on that night.

Oh, man, there was this backup band.

The Sartres.

Oh, weren't they things of beauty?

Jesus, that was a long weekend,
that one.

Fuck! Johnny Rotten.

What a shot.

So, Cleaver, what...what's the plan?

- The plan?
- Mmm.

Ah. The plan is that we...

Oh, mate, that's beautiful.

We...we...we plead guilty,
nine months suspended.

That's the plan.

Oh, no, I can't have a conviction
recorded.

No, I gotta head to
the States for the season.

The season... There's a season?

Spring.

Big infidelity time.

Ahh.

Is that the Entertainment Centre in '86?

'Cause I was there too.

Do you know Jagger?

Yeah, Cleaver, I don't really
give a shit about famous people.

I only know their market value.

Mm.

Yeah, I...I... Yeah.

Um, I can't see your picture
of Star Mannix anywhere, mate.

Well, that's the hook.

The woman I fell for
was a young goddess.

Untouched. Timeless.

I have never taken
a better photo than that.

It was an accident of light.

The skin tones,
the intensity of those eyes.

The two of us created that moment.

- Right.

And then she married that troll
and dyed her hair.

This was her two weeks ago.

Hey, Danny,
wanna meet for a blow job?

I can do youse in the carpark.

I shaved it for you
in the shape you wanted, too.

I'll send you a photo. Stand by.

Well, to be fair, Mona Lisa's smile
was probably just hiding bad teeth.

She doesn't deserve
to be immortalised.

Oh, bloody hell, Mum!

Ohh...

Mmm.

"Love Rat Ben. The affair we were never
meant to know about."

"Soap star in sex tryst
in full view of shocked family."

So much fucking shock going on.

Honestly, there's 7 billion
people in the world.

There's a lot of sex going on.

Why is everybody so shocked
that other people are having it?

- And why do you lot...
- What, all women?

Yes, all women. Feel free to pass
judgement on other women.

Guys just aren't that fussy.

Well, I seem to remember you
getting pretty panicky

about Jonah what's-his-name
putting on three kilos...

- Simmons?
- Yeah, before the football.

Hello! That's sport. That's serious.

Maybe because women are, you know,
going out of their minds

married to dull, tedious,
soporific bores.

Oh, this is brain melt.

My brain is melting
just looking at the fuckin' stuff.

Well, Cleave,
you're the one defending him.

I mean, what's-his-name is your client.

How're you going to defend
this brain melt?

Ohh.

Ohhh...

Shock.

Intrigue.

And still more shock.

Ladies and...gentleMAN of the jury,

today's trial will produce
startling revelations

that will disturb and, yes, appal you.

Governments seek to withhold
the truth from us.

They want to hide information
that you and I have a right to hear.

They will go to great lengths
to suppress the truth.

Julian Assange, Edward Snowden,

the brave whistleblowers of our age,

they keep us honest.

My client, Reggie Watts,
is one of them.

He is a truth seeker,

bringing you the stories
that you need to know...

It's not going to be another
one of those days, is it, Mr Greene?

Oh, what days are those,
Your Honour?

Just stick to the facts.

Oh, I intend to, Your Honour.

Scandalous though those facts may be.

So I come into the bedroom
and I find this bloke

with his trousers down his knees

tugging at his penis,

looking into Star's picture.

Can you point the man out?

That creep there.

Let it be recorded for the record

that the witness has identified
the accused.

Now, at any time,

were you aware that your emails
or phone was being hacked?

Absolutely not.

Thank you.

Mr Greene.

Uh, Your Honour,
I refer to Exhibit C,

currently distributed
amongst the jury.

Mrs Mannix, in Exhibit C,
you will find an article about you.

A well known and beautiful face.

"The Good and Faithful Wife."

Thank you.

You're welcome.

These exclusive wedding photos,
Mrs Mannix,

how much were you and hubby
paid for these?

50 grand.

I see.

So, $50,000 for the rights

to what, for most of us, is an intimate,
private celebration

for family and friends,

and yet for you
was a sort of celebrity circus?

It helped pay for the wedding.

I see. So...

So being the second-best
player in the league

behind Daniel Killick

doesn't pay Kyle enough?

Can you tell me,

what were you paid for "Star Mannix -
My Heartbreak Years of IVF"?

Er, 30...30 grand, maybe?

Or perhaps 30 pieces of silver
in the old currency.

And what about
this shock near-nude photo...

I'm wearing a bikini in that.

- Er, Your Honour...
- Move it on, Mr Greene.

So, Mrs Mannix, you were happy to use my
client's great gifts as a photographer

to propel your celebrity status

but only when it suited you?

I don't want my privacy invaded.

Oh, but you do. You do, Mrs Mannix.

Your wedding, the IVF,

shock near-nude photos...

I'm at the beach there.

And yet, when my client, the artist,
the truth seeker,

this man who now stands reviled
and accused,

this man who created you
from nothing...

Last warning.

..stumbles onto a truth
that is so scandalous,

so terrible that he had to confirm it
for himself

before committing it to print,

suddenly you want to throw him
in prison!

- What's he talkin' about?
- Your Honour!

This court will not be interrupted.

Mr Greene!

Are you or are you not currently engaged

in an unholy tryst with love rat
Daniel Killick...

- What the fuck?
- ..winner of this year's Cubby G Award?

- What?
- That is a lie.

Is it? Can you tell me if these words
sound familiar to you?

Your siren song.

"Wanna meet for a blow job?
I can do youse in the carpark."

What?

"I shaved it for youse
in the shape you wanted, too."

- "I'll send you a photo."
- No, Star!

That was a private phone call.

Tell me this is bullshit!

Well, what else could I do?

You were off with the little bitch
from the supermarket!

- Fuckin' slag!
- Sit down! Sit down, all of you.

Mr Greene, as always, you have
overstepped the mark.

If you have nothing concrete
to contribute

I'd suggest the defence rests.

Your Honour,
with the greatest respect...

No respect, Mr Greene!

You treat it like a carnival sideshow.

Ms Crown, your closing remarks, please.

Um, well, they're the same
as my opening remarks, Your Honour.

The Crown is calling
for a custodial sentence.

Nicely brief, thank you.

Mr Greene?

I dare to ask.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Is freedom indivisible?

Is it an inalienable right?

That is what is on trial today.

Now, we have here a celebrity couple
who courted fame,

who treated their life
as a sort of giant bidding war.

Now, I don't blame Star Mannix
for one moment

for her secret love tryst
with Daniel Killick.

That's her business.

But nor in turn can she blame my client,
Reggie Watts,

a seeker of truth.

Tragically, ladies and gentleman,

this is how we treat our truth seekers
today.

We haul them off in handcuffs
and sentence them to silence.

As a society, we don't know
how to value the truth.

We can't handle the truth.

Julian Assange ends up
locked in an Ecuadorian embassy,

Edward Snowden in some frozen
Russian wasteland.

Reggie Watts,

pathetically ejaculating
over portraits on bedroom walls.

Our hypocrisy seeks both to punish
the truth seeker

and to demand his wares.

Now, no-one who has ever bought
or read one of these magazines

is innocent in this.

My client is simply a frontline trooper
doing all of our dirty work for us

and I'm betting that all of you
would like to know

what the next instalment is
in this couple's squalid imbroglio,

wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you? Thank you, Your Honour.

Found Melissa Partridge for you.

Where is she?

They're ready for you.

That was quick. Not a good sign, is it?

No, frankly, mate.

Possibly not.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honour.

And how did you find the accused
on all three charges?

We the jury find Reginald Watts
not guilty on all charges.

Pardon?

Not guilty, Your Honour.

What?

Seriously?

Yes, Your Honour.

How could you possibly...

Fine. Jury dismissed.

It's a great day for freedom, Jules.

Get the fuck off!

Not getting any snaps of this, mate?

No, not today. I only do exclusives.

Ah.

I love your work, Cleaver.

Ooh. Did you order room service?

Maybe I did.

I could have. Maybe. Maybe, yes.

Cal McGregor, you in there?

Hey! You get out of here
or I will kill you!

Come on, Reggie, in you come.

Off you go, mate. Knock yourself out.

Ooh, look at the shock.
That's great! Shock!

I need more contrast.

Here, let me get this. Holy shit!

Oh, that's better. Oh, yeah, that...

Get that fucking camera out of here!

That's better.
- I'm calling the police.

Yeah, good idea. It'll add to the whole
sort of drama of the occasion.

Especially with the coke there.
Reggie, did you get that coke?

With the underpants in the background?

Hey, I'm thinking sort of maybe
on a long lens,

something a bit grainy.

She is here of her own free will.

No, mate, she's off her fucking gourd
and you're taking advantage of her.

Miss.

Do you remember
when I tried to eat my own vomit

because I thought it was goulash?

- Ooh!
- And you stopped me?

That was my rock bottom.

Do you want to see your rock bottom?

There it is, there.

That's your rock bottom.

Now listen to me, fucknut.

You let her collect her stuff
and we walk out of here

and you have Reggie's word
as a truth seeker

that these photos will never see
the light of day.

You are a dead man walking, Cleaver.

Off we pop.

Dead man walking!

Melissa! Melissa!

Hey.

Oh, no. No, no, Cleave.

Oh, she needs help.

No, take her to a clinic.

Well, she can't afford a clinic.
She's got no money.

Well, that's not my fucking problem.

She's a prostitute
that you had an affair with.

No offence, darling.

Oh, come on,
look, this is your territory.

It's all psychological, you know,

and she just needs
time off the gear.

Yes! And you, more than anyone,
know how hard that is!

I'll find somewhere.
I'll be fine.

Miss!

- Missy! Oh, God.
- Oh, watch it, Miss.

- I hate you right now, Cleave.
- Mmm.

Genuine, deep-rooted hate.

Yeah. Can't say I blame you.

She can share my room.

- Why your room?
- It has a lock.

And security bars.

Ahh.

Ah...

I need you to say yes, David,
and then we can proceed.

We plead guilty
to involuntary manslaughter

and you and I are at Fortham's,
opening the champers.

You seriously think
I have anything to celebrate?

Well, it's that or prison, mate.
Your call.

OK.

OK what?

Just OK.

Come on, let's get you into bed.

- Come on, good girl.
- Don't even worry about me.

You know who you should be helping?
It's David.

He hasn't done anything wrong.
He's not like all of you others.

Well, I guess he's a little bit
like you, Cleave,

except he's not as fucked in the head.

Ohh.

Be an achievement if he was.

- Doc!
- Hmm?

One week.

- I'm sorry, baby, it's over.
- No, no, no, I don't accept that.

- No. No, no,
I love you but it's really over.

- No, no, no, please, I love you.
- No, no.

- No, no, no, no, it's o...it is over.

Dead poultry, yeah?

Fuck!

Why are you doing this to yourself,
night after night?

What are you looking for?

Do you really think you're going to
lead a brave new adventurous life?

You won't. Fabulous celebrities
don't lead big lives.

They just lead dull,
daily shit, day-after-day lives.

Oh, well, fuck, thanks.
That really cheers me up.

Darlin'... Darlin'...

There are more people our age
than there are atoms in a cow,

and we're all getting older
and we all want to change our lives.

Soon there'll be nothing left

but films about old people
getting a new lease on life,

or resparking a marriage
they thought was dead

and buying an English language
bookshop in Sardinia

and drinking bottles of chianti

and watching perfect sunsets
with their old friends,

including one curmudgeonly bloke
who's really just lonely

and one uneducated local who keeps
promising to fix everything

and he never does
and everybody loves him anyway,

and it's all just bullshit!

How do you know it's bullshit?

It's bullsh...
It's got to... It's bullsh...

I don't know. Maybe it's true.

Oh, fuck, go to bed, Cleave.

Oh, God, I can't, I can't.

There are children in there
fornicating, or not.

Well, if they are, it will be over
very, very soon, so...

I have a woman in my bed,
hallucinating.

Would you ever open
a bookshop in Sardinia?

With you? In a heartbeat.

Goodnight.

Missy's right, you know?

About what?

What the hell are you doing here,
Cleaver?

Is Malcolm trying to get you to plead
guilty for involuntary manslaughter?

Come on, open your little thing.
Let me in, for fuck's sake.

Fuck!

The last thing on earth I need
right now is you here gloating.

Mate, you're a politician, yeah?

This is as much political
as it is criminal.

You do a deal, I bet you a beer
you still end up doing time.

Nothing's going to make
the government as happy

as piccies of you being led off
in cuffs.

Think about it.

What?

You think you should defend me?

Well, I've told you my opinion.
My conscience is clear.

It was a terrible, dumb, stupid,
awful fucking accident!

I took a half step back
and it took a human life.

And I am in hell.

I loved her so much.

Yeah, I know.

She did not!