All language subtitles for Dear.Murderer.S01E01.A.Good.Toss.to.Lose.WEBRip.x264-ION10

There you go, Constable.
Thank you.

Lilian, you are,
as His Honor says, free to go.

You can thank me later.

BUNGAY: None of us can escape
our personal histories.

Some of us are lucky enough

to be sustained
by our upbringings.

Ah!

BUNGAY: Some of us find ways
to rise above them.

That´s it.

That´s the last time
you hit me, okay?

It wasn´t Roly´s fault, Dad!
He didn´t mean to break nothing.

You´ll never amount to nothing.

Don´t you hurt him.

You can´t even read
or write proper.

-Let me out!

Then there are those, of course,
who fail entirely

to shake off the hard lessons
of their upbringings.

With that in mind,

we must accept
that we cannot judge this man

without making judgment to what
brought him to this point,

the things that he´s never had,

the road that he´s been
forced to take,

the blows that life
has dealt him.

COACH:
Watch him!

Mike!
You look like a bull at a gate!

Yes.
It was his intent to steal.

He stole again, straight after
coming out of jail.

COACH: All right! All right!
That´ll do!

That´s enough, lads!
That´ll do!

-Bungay! I said that´s enough!

Because he knew no other way.

But now?

Now he´s in the care
of Reverend Borrie.

Now he does have
a kind of family,

some real alternatives.

The question is, are we prepared

to give him a chance
to get back on his feet?

Jesus, Private.

It´s a sparring match,
not a world title fight.

Don´t see any point in sparring.

There´s every point!

You could box for your country
if you put your mind to it.

Where´d you learn
to fight like that?

There you go.

Somebody gives it to you, Mikey,
you give it right back.

Here. Block.

The old one

WICKLIFFE:
Like you said, family.

I like that.

Part of a family.

BUNGAY: Family.

Wow.

Sorry.

"Sorry" wasn´t exactly
what I was hoping for.

No, I didn´t mean th--
I mean-- I meant --

I only just got out
of the Marines.

I hadn´t really
planned on a family.

Well, maybe family planning

should´ve been higher
on our list, then, eh?

I´m 10 weeks, give or take.

Right.

Better get a job, then.

Look for a ring,
else my dad´ll murder you.

Trained killer or not.

We´ll manage.

You´ll see.

New Zealand.

They swim in the sea
at Christmas, don´t they?

Wouldn´t mind living
somewhere warm.

BUNGAY: We´ve all made decisions
in the heat of the moment.

And when the outcome
is unexpected,

we often discover
it´s too late to turn back.

All we can do is try
to make the best of it.

Ooooh!

Ah.
Fucking freezing out there.

Mike, don´t swear
in front of Robyn.

And it is November.

That´s their summer here,
Rosemary.

And it is jolly cold.

So are the chips.

Think they might
need warming up.

They´re moving me to Trentham.

ROSEMARY: What?

You´ll be going without me
and Robyn, then.

We´re not going anywhere.
We´ve just settled in here.

I said "me", anyway, love,
not "us".

It´s a base.

How can you really judge
any man even if you and I

make the best of the challenges
that life throws at us?

For want of dumb luck,
we could fail.

What we all fear is that
we will be found out,

that the emperor has no clothes.

We´ll all be standing
in the street exposed and naked.

I was wondering if I could
get posted back to Wellie, sir.

Compassionate grounds.
It´s a family matter.

We´re having another baby, sir.

I don´t make decisions
about postings, Corporal.

You have your orders.

In my experience, sir,
orders in the New Zealand Army

tend to be more along the lines
of a topic for discussion.

You were posted in England
initially.

Driving, sir.
Had our first kid there.

You seem a bit too smart
to have just been driving.

Bit too smart for my own good
sometimes, sir.

There may be a way for you to
spend more time in Wellington.

If you enrolled
at university, say.

The army´s prepared
to educate its men,

if they are prepared
to work hard.

University?

Never quite got
my "A" levels, sir.

MAN: And you don´t need
our equivalent, Bungay,

not now you´re enlisted,

BUNGAY:
There´s no big difference

between the criminal mind
and yours and mine.

We see opportunities,
we take them.

Sometimes our choices work out

and we find we´re great
at what we end up doing,

even if we´re not like
everyone else around us.

Just checking. "A to E" is
for names, right, not subjects.

Yeah. Names.

Surnames.

Better be.
I´m enrolling in law.

Oh. Right.

I´ve had a bit to do
with the law myself.

OFFICER: Oi! Stop!
Get back here!

Right.
Um, you´re studying, too, law?

Law. Accountancy.

Doesn´t much matter if you´re
gonna crash and burn anyway,

does it?

That´s not the right attitude.

Eye on the prize, mate.

You got a coin?

Even bet.

Heads, accountancy.
Tails, law.

Why not?

Well, law takes a lot longer.

Ah. Well...no.

Still, a bet´s a bet.

Tails.

Bugger.

So, here I am.

You be the judge.

This is a woman who, after years
of torment and abuse,

finally said, "Enough!"

She finally raised her hand
and said, "Stop!

You´re not going to
do this to me anymore."

She defended herself
and her children.

And then she rang the police and
she told them what she´d done.

Murderer?

Oh, dear, no.
I wouldn´t call her that.

And neither should you.

Gentlemen.

Outrageous.

-The brown shoes.

There you go, Constable.
Thank you.

Lilian, you are,
as His Honor says, free to go.

It was lucky
I took off my glasses.

Life for murder, seven,
eight years for manslaughter.

You get her off completely,
and she punches you?

-That´s out-bloody-rageous.
-Hil-bloody-arious.

Is it broken?

Last time I had a broken nose,
I was boxing for Britain.

-Oh, boxing, here we go.
-You never boxed for Britain.

That poor woman insisted all
along she should be punished.

So I suppose she thought
I had it coming.

I was expecting manslaughter.

It was the jury
who found her innocent.

Oh, yeah, nothing to do with you
at all, Mike.

Go her for assault, Mike.

I think she´s been through
enough, don´t you, Jim?

What´s his name again?
Bundy?

Bungay.

He was stuck conveyancing out
in Lower Hutt till a year ago.

Impossible, apparently.

Kept waiving fees
for little old ladies.

Drove his solicitor mad.

And now here he is,
making your life difficult.

Not for much longer,
I should imagine.

Far too much the show pony
for his own good.

Challenge.

The juror is excused.

No, no, Your Honor.
I didn´t challenge.

-You said, "Challenge."
-No, I-I snoze a sneeze.

I can assure Your Honor

I wouldn´t waste
my final challenge on a juror

who quite clearly
understands the implications

of the aging process
in a case such as this.

The juror is excused.

The empanelment of the jury

is not a game of
musical chairs, Mr. Bungay,

nor is it an opportunity for you

to advance the case
for the defense.

As Your Honor pleases.

You ought to leave
that crappy office of yours

and come in with me, Mike.

Much better class of client.

They don´t smack you
on the nose.

-Usually.
-Yeah. You never know.

Women and crims --
predictably unpredictable.

And besides, Ian,
I can´t just up stakes.

I still owe
the 50 quid I borrowed

to set up that crappy office.

Unless, of course,
you want to cover it.

Ah. No.

-Hello.
-Hey, forget it, Mike.

You´ve got no show
with that schnoz.

Hey, predictably unpredictable.

[ Both moaning,
breathing heavily ]

Uh!

You´re a very beautiful girl.

And I didn´t lie.

I am unattached.

I was, though -- married.

Nope.

It´s a holiday, Mike.

BUNGAY: What you want to go
on holiday to England for?

Because I miss it!

I miss England.
I miss my family.

BUNGAY:
We´re a family, aren´t we?

ROSEMARY:
No, we aren´t.

´Cause you´re always studying
and you´re never here.

BUNGAY:
I´m about to bloody graduate.

She left.

Took the kids back to England
on holiday.

Never came back home.

Fucking graduation present.

Bruno!

Bruno! Sit.

-Ah, you bloody dog.

ROSEMARY:
It´s not going to change, is it?

Because now you´ll just
be working all the time!

BUNGAY:
I loved her and the girls.

I really think I fucked it up.

This has been a sad affair.

It´s not been the job
of the defense

to dispute the fact
that the victim was,

as the Crown perhaps
a bit too vividly described,

viciously beaten.

We don´t dispute that fact.

Nope.

But guess what.

It is also a fact
that you are required,

beyond reasonable doubt,

to be convinced
that it was our client

who was the person
who delivered that beating.

Now, may I remind you he was
identified by a witness who was,

at night, as far away as, say...

...the back of the courtroom
is from you now.

Suspicion, ladies and gentlemen,
no matter how grave,

is never sufficient.

AATA:
Whoo-hoo-hoo!

-Now we got to get out of here.

I told you.
I said to you, didn´t I?

I said -- Wait.

Next time.

Bungay, tell me,
do you own a ruler?

I think I´ve got a couple
somewhere, Mr. Larsen.

Why?
Do you want to borrow one?

Just a demonstration, perhaps.

You know if you hold it
in both hands and you bend it,

gently and then harder and
harder, eventually it´ll snap.

Oh, really?

I do like a good metaphor.

You also like De Bretts,
I´ve noticed,

which is good,
because you owe me a drink.

One day, some villain will
do something to you or yours,

and some smartass lawyer will
get them off on a technicality.

Shaky identification
is hardly a technicality.

Burden of proof,
Senior Sergeant Latimer.

Burden of proof.

OLDFIELD:
Six years I´ve had to put up

with that buffoon´s stunts.

A word from the chief justice
might help.

From me?
I doubt it.

Criminal Bar, isn´t he?

Yes, not always
on the right side of it.

In my court, at least,
a bit of decorum´s mandatory.

Well, you have the remit
to demand it, Lionel.

And I´ll exercise it if he
keeps testing my patience.

[ Indistinct conversations,
mid

Johnnie Walker Black Label.
That do you, Mr. Larsen?

Eh, excellent.
Glad you can afford it.

I hear His Honor set
remuneration at tariff two.

Annoy him, did you?

Not with my defense.
More the brown shoes, I think.

The old bastard.

Anyway, you enjoy
the drink, Jim.

I will, Mike.

Kissed some backside, did you?

Kick it, then kiss it.

He´s much happier
now that he knows

my legal aid rate got reduced.

He´ll get over it.

But will the victim´s family?

Oh.

-McEwan. Stuart.

-McEWAN: Detective Inspector.
-Yeah, we know, we know.

Fishing in the muddy bits,
are you?

Well, I figured
if you´re consistently

being beaten by them,
may as well try joining them.

We don´t have to be enemies,
do we?

Hey, we are all on
the side of the law. ´

And besides, there was a doubt.

Bullshit.
He´s as guilty as sin.

Jury didn´t think so.

McEWAN: You ever ask him
if he actually did it?

Shit, no.

That´s the last thing
you want to know,

if think you´re going to
do the best for them.

I might get you to visit
our little watering hole

and explain that principle
sometime.

Sure.

They´ve got a name for you
in the police bar now, you know

-Bungles.

Bungles?

-GREIG: Bungles.

I´m sorry about the racket,
Trish.

And I´m sorry
I couldn´t help personally.

No, of course, Mike.

I just wanted a recommendation.

Well, I´m sure Shirley
will be able to help.

And it´s probably easier
that it´s a woman, you know.

-Thank you.
-And, Trish.

You know, if you do need
to talk, anytime.

Or David.

Him and I are going to
remain friends, you know.

-You and I will, too, I hope.
-Yeah, I´d like that.

We should have a coffee
when the dust settles.

Dinner, perhaps.

I´d like that.

What?

The marital bed´s not even cold.

Oh, you really do have
a low opinion of me, don´t you?

You know,
the Walkleys happen to be

very, very good friends of mine.

She was the one
who suggested dinner.

-The Police Pipe Band.

They´re practicing
across the road.

Yeah, well, I hope they can read

better than they
can bloody play.

´Cause I´m going to write
a bloody complaint!

Gus is short for Angus, Bungles.

Assistant Commissioner
Angus Sharp.

He´s not going to like you
expressing your displeasure.

Gus loves a pipe band.

That´s because
it doesn´t practice

outside his window, probably.

All I did was suggest
to the drum major

that he rehearse in
the middle of the harbor.

Yes, and you suggested it
in a letter,

which may be used against you.

Did you see his response?
He bloody threatened me.

"I will convey your message
and car registration number

to all members of the
NZ Police Highland Pipe Band."

Which includes Jock Latimer,
by the way, your biggest fan.

Great. They´ll all
have it in for me now.

You know, issuing me
with parking tickets

is turning into a national
bloody sport in this place.

Well, maybe some members
of the rank don´t appreciate

you going into bat
for the bloody gangs, Bungles.

Oh, piss off, Dooner.

I do defend the odd civilian,
as well, you know.

And anyway, I don´t have
a choice about who I represent.

Not when it´s via legal aid.

Then there´s the moral question.

DOONE:
Moral?!

What´s moral about
defending those bastards?

They only belong to the gangs

so they can do whatever
they bloody well like.

BUNGAY: "Belong," Dooner.
That´s the key word.

And sometimes they want
to belong so much,

they´ll do pretty much anything.

-Yeah, yeah. Rape, murder.
-Yep.

At which point you do
your thing, and I do mine.

We let the law decide.

Yeah, and then the law gets it
wrong half the bloody time.

BUNGAY: It´s a lot less
than that, I reckon.

And even if it does, you know,
thank God we live in a country

where there´s room
for those mistakes.

[ Mid-tempo music plays,
indistinct conversations ]

MAN:
Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer.

Bungay, lawyer.

Must´ve hung up.

You Mike Bungay?

Ian.
You have that look about you.

I honestly don´t know
how you´ve survived this long.

The odd drink helps.

You can´t keep flouting
the rules, Mike.

You know we´re not allowed
to tout.

Tout? I haven´t touted
since I lived rough in Soho.

"Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer"
is touting, isn´t it?

No. That´s my secretary
trying to get hold of me.

You don´t have
a bloody secretary.

Look, it was
an understandable trick

when you were starting out,
but now?

We can manage without it,
can´t we?

I don´t know.

I´ll have to ask my secretary.

MAN:
Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer.

Mike Bungay, lawyer.

Excuse me.

You´re a lawyer?

For my sins, Beverley,
yeah, I am.

You know, bugger it.

They can wait
till I get back to work.

I would much rather
stay and talk to you.

Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer.

The home phone.

God, I should get this one.

Usually means it´s an emergency.

Stay here, stay here.

You´re the instructing, Tim.

If the client wants Mike,
he wants Mike.

What´s he bloody well up to?

I don´t know.
He phoned me.

Told me to get you
down here instead.

Well, maybe he´ll
explain himself to me.

Piles up in the end.

Your head fills with
all the wrong pictures.

I´m not sure
I´m going to be able

to give this particular client
my best, Ian.

You´re going to have to
take this one.

Mike, the client´s
asked for you.

Fuck the client.

Mr. Miet, you said in
your statement to the police...

-Fuck up!

Fill it up!

...that he said, um,
"No hero acts."

Yes.

WICKLIFFE:
Fill it, bitch!

So, it wasn´t,
"Don´t try anything"?

I think he said, "No hero acts."

You think?

Think?

Well, what do you think
happened next?

[ Indistinct shouting,
woman screaming ]

MIET:
I hadn´t really seen the gun.

So I jumped across to the door.

Fill it!

BUNGAY:
You didn´t fire the gun?

WICKLIFFE: No.

It had all gone wrong.

I just wanted to get out of
there, but I was stuck inside.

I was half turned
before the younger bloke

knocked me into the door frame
and the gun went off.

-Come here!

WICKLIFFE: I assume it was
the impact with the door.

WICKLIFFE: I only took the gun
to scare them.

BUNGAY:
Then why was it loaded?

WICKLIFFE: As a precaution,
in case something went wrong.

If the gun
was merely a precaution,

why was your finger
on the trigger?

Somebody -- Somebody
call an ambulance!

An ambulance!
Paul! Paul!

Did you squeeze the trigger

in reaction to being hit
by Mr. Miet?

WICKLIFFE:
I never squeezed the trigger.

Aah!

The question is,
did Dean Wickliffe

go to that jewelry store with
the intent to injure or kill?

We all do stupid things.

Fail to consider outcomes,
for whatever reason.

Thoughtlessness, stupidity.

All of us do unintended things.

But if my client
didn´t have intent,

then you must bring in
the verdict of manslaughter.

Eight rounds in the magazine,
the safety catch off?

If Wickliffe had merely
intended to use the weapon

to frighten and intimidate,

then surely there was no need
for any ammunition at all.

I thought you were
supposed to be the best.

Well, the jury did appeal
for clemency.

Big of them.

You got me off that burg
in Plimmerton four years back.

Good behavior,
embrace of the church.

So how was this
so bloody different?

Well, Dean, there was an element
of humor to that one.

You nicked $500,

and when the wheel fell off
your stolen getaway car,

you got caught

´cause you hitched a ride
with a police officer.

Maybe the jury
thought that was funny.

There´s not too much
to laugh at in this one.

A man´s dead.

You can appeal, of course.

Or escape.

And then, hey, watch out.

Ohhhh!

♫ Don´t walk away ♫

Jimmy!

-Hey.
-Jimmy!

-I heard you were in town.
-Mike.

You´re here?
How´s sunny Napier?

-Sunny.
-Hey.

Hey, what?

You´re not staying with me
and Bev this time?

Oh, we´re just down
for a sentencing hearing.

Oh, John Bentley, Mike Bungay.

Mm. Uh, no.

There´s blood on these hands.
You get the papers up there?

You read about Wickliffe
going for life, huh?

Yeah, we had heard.
Yeah.

Ugh! Pimm´s?

Fucking hell. You get prosecuted
in here for that.

Hey, Basil!

Three large Johnnie Walkers,
Black Label.

Black Label!

John doesn´t actually
drink whiskey.

What´s the sentencing hearing?

Rape.
Look, we won´t have any drinks.

We´re just out
for a late meal, okay?

No, no, don´t do that.
It´ll soak up all the whiskey.

Look, this one.
This one, see over there, mate?

-She needs a partner.
-Hey, Mike.

Hey!

Jimmy, eh?

Known him since
the "A to E" queue.

Law enrollments, Vic, ´57.

The days of Rosemary, eh?

It´s Bev now.

You and Bev get on like
the proverbial house on fire,

eh, Jimmy?

But you, you see,
you missed the salient point.

"A to E" queue?

O´Donovan?

The "O" is a late addition, see?

Just to prove that he´s
still a Fenian bastard!

Oh, I´ll take that!
Thank you!

Hey, ladies!

You need some
terpsichorean instruction.

♫ I know we have so much... ♫

Come here, you beautiful thing!

Yeah, that´s the way!

Come on, John. Dinner.

When he´s like this,
nobody can control him.

It´s just a dance, you see?
It´s just a dance!

She´s so wooden.

I´ll have to get her legless.

-Hey, Mike.
-Hey, fuck off.

Fuck off.

Fuck off!

We should be in the shelter!
It is not fair on the kids.

I´m buggered if I´m going to
let Adolf bleeding Hitler

drive me from me own home.

I love you, Mikey.

You´re not sending me away.
You´re just keeping me safe.

That´s right, too.

Shoelaces, Mikey.

Shit.

The bloody government pays me
naught to look after you.

The least you could do is learn

to tie your own
blanken shoelaces!

Maybe I could show you
how to do your shoelaces.

If you´re a good boy.

Jim, it´s Mike.

I need you to come and get me.

It´s quarter past 2:00,
to be accurate.

I´m being held at Central.

Ha ha.

No, really, this is...

Jim!

Jim!

You know, he´s lucky the cops
called me this morning.

It pays to drink with them.
Do they have to charge him?

No choice.
He smashed up the place.

I´m sorry.

I managed to get them to convene
at 9:00 instead of 10:00.

BUNGAY:
Lazy buggers, these magistrates.

You spoken to Bev?

She´ll be worried
or annoyed or both.

-Scully.

Scully? Don´t think
I´ve pissed him off yet.

And you won´t now.

If you want to keep
your practicing certificate,

you´ll say exactly
as I tell you.

I am deeply remorseful,
Your Worship.

All I can say is I succumbed
to the stresses of work.

Police are content for this
matter to be dealt with now?

Yes, they are, Your Worship.

I find the accused guilty of the
charge of disorderly behavior

and order him to make
restitution in full

for any damage caused.

I´ll expect to see
an itemized account.

I also impose a fine of $50.

I shan´t, at this stage,
enter a conviction.

-But, Mr. Bungay.

Behave yourself.

I promise.

DYB, DYB, DYB.

Oh, Trish.

Oh.

Do you think this is a good idea
after all this time?

You know, I think it just
might be, after a bit more.

Time.
Time, that is.

Still, promised
that I´d be good.

Oh, you were, Mike.

Very good.

Jim.
Jim, you all right?

Yeah, no, I´m fine.
I just bumped my head.

Where´s Mike?

You guys okay?

We´re fine.
What happened?

-Tiny error of judgment.

Look, I´m sorry.
I´ll see you at the house

Don´t incriminate yourselves.
Save me a chip.

Maybe that´s him.

Thanks for heating these up,
Beverley.

This is great. Now the bloody
cops think I´m lying.

But we´re not.
We didn´t know what happened.

Where´s Bungay?

-CASTLE: He´s not here.
-Check the rooms.

-You can´t actually do that.
-LATIMER: Yes, we can.

She invited us to.
She´s not being obstructive.

-Neither are we.

We don´t know.

BUNGAY:
Here I am!

Dad?

Oh, good evening,
Senior Sergeant Latimer.

Still playing
the wee bagpipes, are we?

Ooh, aye. I´ll pipe you
into court, Bungay.

This is going to cost you.

Drunk driving, leaving the scene
of an accident?

I don´t imagine the Law Society
will be too impressed, do you?

Well, don´t suppose
they would, no.

So it´s a good job
I wasn´t drunk at the time.

-You´re still as drunk as a m--
-Uh, uh.

I admit to the accident
and leaving the scene.

But I was confused.

I may have a concussion.

My fiancée´s father,
Mr. Young...

Fiancée?

He attended to my injuries,
you see,

gave me some brandy
for the shock.

You know, maybe a little
too much brandy, as it seems.

Hey, Zack, thank you, Dad,
for driving me home.

See, it´s that "burden of proof"
thing again,

isn´t it, Senior Sergeant, huh?

It´s a bugger of a wee thing.

Oh, here, thank you.

Flowers belong in gardens
or in vases, not on suits!

It´s a flower. It´s not
the whole bloody bouquet!

I´ll look like a
harvest-fucking-festival float!

It´s our special day, darling!
Put it on!

That pricked me!

There´s no blood!

You want blood?!

Oh!

That´s assault!

Then arrest me!

With pleasure.

Let me understand this.

Charges have been preferred,

but the victim now declines
to give evidence.

Yes, Your Worship.
She doesn´t wish to proceed.

The police have informed her
it´s not now up to her,

and I´ve informed her
that it´s at your discretion.

I see.

And you are representing
yourself, Mr. Bungay?

I am, Your Worship.

I can´t wait.

Assault is a serious charge.

It is, Your Worship,
even accidental.

Stresses of work again, was it?

More wedding-day nerves.

A storm in a teacup.
Well, more an ashtray.

He doesn´t like flowers
on a man.

I insisted.

He, uh, threw an ashtray.

Not at me, exactly.

It -- It just...arced.

Aluminium. Light.

Unforgivable, of course.

But I have, however, apologized,
and she has forgiven me.

I think.

I have.

And as you can see,
Your Worship,

we´re still getting married.

In 20 minutes,
if it please the court.

Free champagne, darling!
Come on!

Ian, the happy couple made it
in time the other week?

They did, sir.
Thank you.

You know, I have a very nice rug
in my chambers, Persian.

But it´s only so big.

You can´t keep asking me
to sweep things under it.

No, sir.
Thank you.

Personally, I like the man.
He´s become a fine advocate.

But there are those in favor of
putting a stop to his excesses.

I suggest you
distance yourself, Ian,

before that rug gets pulled.

It´s still a fucking dive.

So what are we
drinking here for?

Wanted to get you alone.

GREIG:
No witnesses.

Ah.

Court´s in session, is it?

Look, Mike, uh...

You´ve finally got
what you want now, so...

BUNGAY: I have?

Wow. What´s that?

A wife.
A place together.

And you´ve built
a promising career.

Promising?
Oh, dear.

But you keep pissing it
up against the wall, Mike.

Look, you need to focus on
what you´re good at,

-and what you´re good at --
-I´m good at quite a few things.

I entertain.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Mike Bungay,

and I appear for the money.

-Uh, the defense.

I´ve had the odd nod of approval
in the sack.

GREIG: But you can´t
keep sleeping around

and have a decent marriage.

And you can´t keep thumbing
your nose at everyone

and have a decent career.

I have so far.
Career, that is.

God´s sake!

It´s hopeless.
Bloody hopeless.

Just let him drown it all
in booze.

Hey, Ian, you drown in water,
not booze.

But that´s how you
deal with it, Mike!

Look, we all have our demons.

Oh, yeah? You show me yours,
I´ll show you mine.

Graves, shoelaces.

People you think you´ve helped
graduating to fucking murder.

You have helped people,
a lot of them the right ones.

And there´ll be a lot more, too.

If you manage to stick around.

I´ll stick around, all right,
on my own terms.

I am who I am.

You want me to behave myself?

-You can go get stuffed!

They´re right.

You can´t go on like this!

-Because we can´t.

Because I am sick of waiting,
like everybody else,

for things to change.

It´s cold dinners.
It´s a cold bed.

It´s Trish Walkley.
You tell me about her, Mike.

Don´t ask me about that.

Why not?

It´s too hard?
It´s too confronting?

Because I won´t lie
and I don´t want to hurt you.

Silence is a lie.

Not in my world.

Yes, it´s your world because
it is all about you, isn´t it?

Huh? Aah!

Go on. Now you can
smoke yourself to death!

Bungay.

Michael.
It´s Shirley Smith.

I´m sorry to call you
at this hour.

Shirley, what´s wrong?

It´s my husband, Bill.

He´s been arrested for spying.

Sorry, Mike.

-I just can´t keep --
-No, no.

But what if I promise
to be good?

-Look, Mike --
-I can´t afford not to be now.

Okay. I´ve just been handed
a very tricky,

very high profile case.

Bill Sutch?

Christ, he was head
of our delegation to U.N.

He was.

He´s ex-Secretary of Industry
and bloody Commerce.

Current Chairman
of the Arts Council!

This is huge.

There´s never been a spy trial
in New Zealand before.

The Official Secrets Act.

The Solicitor bloody General
prosecuting.

So...not a great time
to be parting ways.

No, this is the exact
time to be parting ways.

I don´t want to be
on the bus with you

when you drive it over a cliff.

Which is why...

...I capitulate.

I join the ranks of the Gray.

Behave.

Not a drop will pass my lips
till the trial is done.

I promise.

Just don´t turn it
into a bloody circus.

Roll up, roll up.

All the fun of the fair.