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Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer.

We´re still getting married.

In 20 minutes.

Cold dinners.
It´s a cold bed.

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

Huh? Aah!

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.

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

I´ve just been handed a very
tricky, very high profile case.

Bill Sutch?

I join the ranks of the Gray.

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

Roll up, roll up.

All the fun of the fair.

GREIG:
He doesn´t much look like a spy.

Mm. No.

Could be a problem.

Mind you, if you are a spy,

you´re not supposed to
look like a spy, are you?

I mean, that´s the whole point.

We could always dress him up

in a fedora and sunglasses
for the trial.

Oh, Ian, I´m joking.
I promise to behave.

I have been behaving, haven´t I?
Impeccably.

Look, I´m so bloody impeccable,
I´m boring myself to death.

What´s he want?

-Well.

Mike, this is --

Mike? This is Bruce.

Peterson.
Pleasure.

Is it?
We´ll see.

Bruce is going to be
coming on board with us.

Young blood.

I think we´ll find him
very useful.

Not just for this one
when it goes to trial.

If it goes to trial.

-GREIG: Espionage.

The attorney-general has to
approve the case going forward.

We´ll start by trying
to preempt that approval.

Bill´s already started
on a letter to Finlay.

Good, Shirley.
Run it by us.

I´ll stall for a few days,
buy us some time.

Go through the statement
and the Crown´s evidence,

pull together some of our own.

Um, character witnesses
and so on.

Can you make a list
of potentials?

Great. Get young Bruce here
to vet them.

-See if he shapes up.
-Good idea.

BUNGAY: While we look into
the allegations.

Given their questions
at interview,

it sounds like
they never actually

saw you meet with Razgovorov

when they picked you up
on the 26th.

Not that night, no,
but, um -- but others.

I´ve been incredibly stupid,
I´m afraid.

No. Excellent.
It could be useful.

I mean, stupidity,
after all, isn´t a crime.

And the charge,
as determined by the Act,

well, it´s so open-ended,
it´s stupid.

Mm.

Now, "Between the 13th of April

and September 26, 1974,
Wellington,

for a purpose prejudicial
to the safety

or interests of the State --"
excuse me for reading this --

"information which is calculated
to be or might be

or is intended to be directly or
indirectly useful to an enemy."

I mean, it´s bloody rubbish.

GREIG: 25-year-old act all but
copied from the British one.

Mike´s right.
It´s nonsense.

Martyn Finlay´s already
concerned about its usefulness.

Perhaps Savage is driving
this whole thing.

Solicitor-General Savage
isn´t my biggest fan,

which means he´ll be setting out

with a burr already
under his saddle.

Anyway,
let´s see what Finlay says.

Before any of us realize,
it might all be over.

That´s what I said.
It´s over.

Look, there are legal hoops
you have to jump through.

You can´t just announce,
"It´s over."

We are married.

You really think
we can call it that?

Look, Bev.

I´ll

I´ll try harder.
I´ll be...

...impeccable.

Come on, Mike.
You can´t even spell that.

No, you´re right.
I can´t.

I´m sorry, Bev.

Um, queen to QB2.

Check.

Perhaps you can deal with that.

Like Rome burning, eh?

Playing chess
while young Bruce and Ian

plug away at the Sutch thing.

How will I be able to take
all the credit for all the work?

You do plenty of work.

Yeah, I do plenty of everything,
don´t I?

You can´t help yourself,
can you?

If anything, you´ve gotten worse

since they clipped
your wings in court.

But you seem to have
spread them elsewhere.

Hmm?

Submission is not
your strong suit.

I cop the brunt
of your frustrations!

Check!

It´s hard, Bev. Okay?
It´s, like, very hard.

Oh, crap!

Crap! I am the one
that it´s hard for!

Being Mrs. Bungay?

It´s a small town.

Your peccadillos,
they don´t go unnoticed.

Can´t spell that, either.

No, just have them,
can´t spell them?

I meant "unnoticed."

Well, that I do agree with.

I hate other people
thinking that I don´t know.

Other women, especially.

They must think
that I am so stupid.

And, well, I am bloody well not.

-No.
-No!

No!
Trish isn´t a peccadillo.

-Fuck!

-Fuck.
-Fuck!

It´s the double letters
that throw you.

Two N´s in "unnoticed."

Two C´s in "impeccable"
and "peccadillo."

-Shit.

Shit!

Bungay.

Oh, you took your time.

Even lawyers sleep, Esther.

And unlike other sharks,

we can´t keep moving
while we sleep.

I said the morning.
It´s morning. I´m here.

You got a smoke?

Smoking´s bad for you.

They´re charging me with murder.

Yeah, so I gather.

Along with...

-James Hemi Hukanui --
-Jimmy´s my brother.

And Paul Manihera?

-Boyfriend.
-BUNGAY: Lovely.

How long?

ESTHER: A bit.

My kid´s not his.

I´ve got a kid, you know.
I can´t be in here!

Well, I´ll see what I can do.

But I don´t think
you have a lot of choice

as far as that goes.

Your brother and your boyfriend
haven´t denied anything,

including your presence.

So?

I didn´t do nothing.
I was there, that´s all.

Well, according to your brother
and your boyfriend,

you were the honey in the pot.

You lured that young man
to the river.

And if that´s true,

well, they can charge
all three of you with murder.

-By association, yeah.

Common purpose.

No, I know all about
common purpose, Mike.

We´re supposed to
have one ourselves!

We´ve got the biggest trial
in New Zealand legal history

-on our plates.
-Yeah, I know, I know.

Oh, these bloody shoes
are killing me.

Bruno´s chewed them
out of shape.

You can´t take on
a murder trial.

Look, it´s a perfect
stalling tactic.

Besides, I was requested.

And you know as well as I do,

it´ll be a week until there´s
a response from the AG,

before we even know
there´s going to be a trial.

Plus, it gives young Bruce here
a chance to get off his bum

and identify some useful
character witnesses.

I´m already
sorting through some.

Excellent.
Good for you. And?

Some good ones already.

All happy to say Sutch
is honest, loyal, trustworthy.

´Course they are.

Except what we´re going for here

is more of
a character assassination.

-Um...

Mike.

Look, what we want to do

is paint the picture
of a boring,

unimaginative civil servant
at the end of his career,

sitting on a cushy job
in the Arts Council.

Why and how the fuck he even
wants to play James Bond games?

Got it?

Boring. Unimaginative.
Got it.

Great.

Now, I need to go and chat

to a couple of interesting
young gentlemen in jail.

No, you don´t.
Handball it on!

Too late now.

Hey, George.

Mike.

BUNGAY: Well, you don´t get
brownie points for bullshit.

Blaming your sister´s boyfriend

isn´t going to make
much difference.

You both admitted
to the killing.

´Cause the copper said
we´ll be better off.

Yeah, well, you´ll be
better off than Mr. Harkin,

whichever way you cut it.

JIMMY: Who?

The young fella
you killed, Jimmy.

Mark Norman Harkin.

And honestly?

I´m not interested
in your degree of culpability,

other than how it
affects your sister.

Remember her name?
Esther.

The one who´s pleading
not guilty?

So my task, Jimmy,

is to find out what was going on
in your heads that night,

which is why I need to know,

without all this bullshit,
what happened.

You think we can do that?

-We can do it.

Nah, let´s just piss off home.

We don´t even got money
to buy another beer.

That´s what I´m sayin´.
He does.

He paid for their last round.

So what we supposed to do,
hang about thirsty

till he decides to go for a piss
or something?

I´m hungry.

And I saw him
eyeing me up before.

LARSEN: Well, she´s not
an unattractive young woman.

Easy, Jim.

Can´t have the Crown
ogling the accused.

Leave that to us
dissolute defenders.

I meant it´s entirely believable
she enticed him to the river.

Which is
a few minutes´ walk away.

So...premeditation?

Oh, come on, Jim.
Cards on the table.

We don´t have to
dance around each other.

LARSEN: Oh, I thought you liked
a bit of a dance?

You okay?

How are depositions going?

Unh-unh. No.
I won´t be deflected.

Solvoll.

Premeditation, common purpose.

Right?

They conspired
with malice aforethought

to lure him from the pub.

With the intent
on killing him, though, hmm?

That´s the question.

So what are you going to do?

Easy. I´ll get him out of here,
and you roll him.

Okay.
If he tries to cop a feel,

I´ll do more than take
his fuckin´ money.

So, if he´s been eyeballin´ Est,

he´s had a good look at us,
as well, bro.

So, he´s been
eyeballin´ her, eh?

I´ll fuckin´ kill him.

I´ll cut his fuckin´ throat
with these.

According to her,
robbery was the go.

The only unlikely threat
that was made

was to cut his throat
with spurs.

-Yes.
-And they didn´t do that.

It was an empty threat.

It was a threat made
with murderous intent.

And a man was murdered.

Yeah, but did she
expect it to happen?

That´s the guts of it.

I´m starving.

I reckon I can get him
to get me a burger.

Fuck off!

Hi.

It´s okay.
It´s my brothers, arguing again.

Boring.

You got a smoke,
or you gonna buy me a burger?

A burger, a cigarette,
and a robbery.

HARKIN: Well, hang on, hang on?
So where´s this party?

ESTHER: Tirangi Road,
but it won´t be jumpin´ yet.

LARSEN:
There was no party.

This was part
of an orchestrated plan.

A plan to rob Mr. Harkin,
not kill him.

So, uh, what do we do
in the meantime?

Any ideas?

Ah, nice buns.

And I don´t mean the burger, eh.

I´ll take that smoke now.

We can go under there
if you like.

You can check out
the patties, as well.

Ohh.

Oh, nice.
They feel good.

How do they taste?

Is that lighter in here?

Ooh, it is.

And something else.

Let´s go deal to that.

Party started early, asshole.

LARSEN: This was a brutal
attack, a planned attack.

And there can be little argument
as to the fundamental facts.

But the question for you,
the jury,

is what conclusions can be drawn

as to Esther Solvoll´s
intention at the time...

...on the basis of what she did,
what was said,

and what followed.

PAUL:
Fuck! Shit!

The pathologist has stated
Mr. Harkin died of drowning.

Not from a beating.

Not from having his throat cut
by spurs,

which is the only potential
element of physical violence

that Esther Solvoll
has admitted being aware of.

Neither of these.

She expected Mr. Harkin
only to be robbed, not killed.

This may seem like
a legal nicety to you,

but it does, in fact,

speak to the whole question
of common purpose.

Now, my learned friend
has spoken to you

about the importance of what
the accused was thinking.

And I´m sure you must
be contemplating

the difficulty of that task.

May I suggest that
you also contemplate

the difficulty
that Esther Solvoll had

in discerning
the actual intentions

of Mark Norman Harkin´s killers.

JIMMY:
You got his dough?

Fuck! Shit.

18 bucks and fuckin´ change.

Yeah.
He got me a burger, eh?

PAUL:
Fuckin´ cheapskate.

I should´ve cut his throat.

Crap watch, as well.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, well.

Still time for a beer, at least.

His shout, eh?

LARSEN: This was a premeditated
and cold-blooded killing.

And Esther Solvoll
was party to it,

and, as such, you must
find her guilty of murder.

The only legally supported
verdict is not guilty.

Two hours.
Good or a bad sign?

LARSEN:
For whom?

You okay, Mike?

Personal stuff.

I have a lot
of personal stuff, Jim.

I manufacture it
just to keep myself busy.

Bev?

Sorry I´m late again.

Bev?

Hi, Bruno.

Uh, things have come
to a head at home.

And more professionally.

Depositions in the Sutch case
not going to plan?

Oh, they´re going
perfectly to plan, I think.

Savage´s plan.

I mean, going to trial
was a foregone conclusion,

given all the publicity.

And refusal to go to trial would
have been a political disaster

for the attorney-general.

Status of the SIS,
national security, you know.

I mean, he´s been pretty much
hamstrung, really.

Mr. Bungay.

Your Honor.

OLDFIELD: I have to say, it´s
been a pleasure this last while

to see your behavior
in court so improved,

both with regard
to appearance and tone.

A sense of some respect, even.

Thank you, Your Honor.

OLDFIELD: It would be
appreciated, however,

if you could extend your newly
discovered good manners

to the rest of the building,
as well.

This is a robing room,
not the back bar at De Bretts.

That is an 1860s
Biedermeier table.

It has supported
the weighty briefs

of the likes of Robert Stout
and William Downie Stewart Jr.

Kindly take your feet off it.

Thank you.

Mr. Larsen.

I copied the Sutch statements
like you asked.

And the jury´s in.

JUDGE:
In the matter of the Crown

versus
Esther Te Aranganui Solvoll,

have you reached a verdict?

ESTHER:
I got a kid!

-I didn´t do nothing!
-Sit down.

ESTHER:
I didn´t kill the bastard!

I didn´t do nothing!

WOMAN: Sit down.
Please, sit down!

Sorry.

No, really.
It´s fine.

I´m fine.

Any particular demons we´re
trying to chase away tonight?

You feel heavier
when you´re unhappy.

Oh! I´m sorry.

TRISH:
You lost.

Today?
Yeah, I did.

TRISH:
Is that what this is about?

-TRISH: Mm.

No, it´s just something
that happens, you know.

The system, the process making
its choice, just like they did.

$18.40
and a shitty little watch.

That´s what they killed him for.

What a pointless bloody choice
to make, to kill him for that.

And me, you know.

I make so many
bad choices, Trish.

So many.

Like us?
Are we a bad choice?

No.

No.

I meant professionally,
you know.

You end up dancing with devils.

And you wonder sometimes
why you even go to the ball.

The curse of a good heart, Mike.

Yeah, that and being
too clever a dancer.

Need to get home?

Feed Bruno.

Although he´s become quite adept
at feeding himself lately.

Maybe should just
stay here instead, huh?

Yes.

And...

...I should´ve told you,
but I haven´t seen you.

Bev left.

She´s putting in for a divorce.

Ah.

And she´s okay?
Not too acrimonious?

I don´t think
even she can spell that.

Something she said.

So now what?

This is supposed to
change things for us?

Make it somewhat easier,
what, less sordid?

This has never been sordid,
Trish.

That´s a matter of perspective,
I suppose.

Like the shoes.

[ Gearshift clicks,
engine turns off ]

GREIG: Mike.

-There you are.
-I am.

Bruno´s just been
passing comment on my day.

Mind the shit.

Check your answering machine?

Why would I do that, Ian?
It might have a message on it.

GREIG:
It has. Several.

We´re working over.

There are statements
from the Russian ambassador

and the press attaché
to get through.

Plus Bill´s diaries, finally.

I got young Bruce
to copy statements for me.

I´m reading them tonight.

Oh, well...

The diaries are a bit
of an awkward development.

It´s got notes in it about
his meetings with Razgovorov.

Really?
That´s good.

Good? It confirms
the meetings took place.

You been drinking?

Well, the SIS
are going to be insistent

on those meetings, anyway.

And the fact that Sutch noted
them down works for us, right?

I mean, spies don´t
make diary entries

about secret assignations.

Come on, Bruno.

-Come on.

Here you go.

I do the dishes every three days
as a meditation.

So I still have clean glasses.

And, yes, I have had
a wee stroll with Johnnie.

-You promised not to drink.
-BUNGAY: No.

I think I promised
not to get drunk.

There is a difference.

Where´s Bev?

BUNGAY:
In a happier place.

It´s all right.
Didn´t murder her.

She left before she murdered me.

Cheers.

Jesus, Mike.

When did she leave?

One day.
When I was at work.

To avoid a scene, I imagine.

Lawyers will profit, no doubt.

Well, I´m -- I´m sorry.

-I´m...

I´m really sorry.

What? You didn´t take the case,
did you?

I´m joking.

It´s probably for the best.

Look, um, are you sure
you´re going to be able

to give this what it needs?
I mean...

A few more of these
to dull the senses,

I´ll be sharp as a tack.

GREIG:
Bloody hell, Mike!

We´re committed
to this case now.

You can´t just go
swanning about --

BUNGAY:
I´m fine!

I´m not drinking
because Bev left.

I´m not drinking
´cause I lost in court.

This time, I think it´s
because I took the case.

You know, it was completely
without consequence,

Ian, to -- to her, you know.

When I finished closing,
she winked at me.

Made me feel...complicit.

It´s all in here.

Printed, filed.

Exhibit one in defense
of the prosecution.

You want another?

♫ I´m in a rock-´n´-roll dream ♫

♫ You know what I mean ♫

♫ I´ve got the pedal
to the metal ♫

♫ I´ve got a full
head of steam ♫

Shit.

It´s all right, Bruno.

Sorry I´m late.
Bruno got pulled over.

We´re going to trial?

It would appear so, yes.

To court, at least, which is why
we need to discuss strategies.

Ian tells us you won´t be making
an opening statement, Michael?

Is that wise?

BUNGAY:
Oh, I think so.

If we open, it just signals

that we accept there´s a case
to be answered,

and we don´t accept that.

So, when the Crown´s done,

I´m going to go for
dismissal under 347.

What´s 347?

It´s really about
not wasting the court´s time.

I thank my learned friend,
the solicitor-general,

for his eloquent
opening statement.

We shall not be making
an opening statement of our own,

but rather, having thoroughly
examined the evidence,

or, indeed,
the lack of evidence,

and having come
to the conclusion

that there are no reasonable
grounds for believing

on the basis of provable facts

and a reasonably arguable view
of the law

that the Crown´s claims have any
reasonable prospect of success,

we seek to have all the charges
dismissed

under Section 347 of the Act.

Thank you, Mr. Bungay.

Case dismissed.

And if that doesn´t fly,
then we call our witnesses

and go to trial.

And if it is denied,
how will I plead?

Well, that´s a silly question.

Not guilty.

-Not guilty.
-Of course.

Um, uh, I made a list of
some more character witnesses.

The ones you´ve suggested,
Michael,

aren´t exactly
the strongest candidates.

You don´t think so?

We´ll give these others
our careful consideration.

Bruce?

I was just wondering, um,

it might be a nice time
to get some coffees all ´round.

Uh, and then do please
come and sit in.

-Thanks, Ian.
-Oh.

Could you make mine
black and strong, please?

And if you wouldn´t mind just
checking on Bruno in the car.

Now, Ian, you want to discuss
the search of the properties.

At home and at work?

BEATTIE: The attorney-general
has given his consent

for this matter
to proceed to trial,

and in doing so, he chose
to make a public statement

explaining his reasons.

If any of you retain any
recollection of what he said,

I ask you to put
that public statement

right out of your mind.

His reasons have no bearing
on this trial.

They published Beattie´s
instructions to the jury, I see.

Yep. The press is certainly
not ignoring us.

Ah, but the jury
must ignore the press.

Insofar as that´s possible.

After you.

Don´t wheel that in yet.

Wait out here till
I´ve gone for dismissal.

It´s for the case.

There´s not much point me
saying there´s no case to answer

with a bloody great pile
of files

sitting next to me, is there?

BEATTIE: Even when this charge
was first laid,

there were extensive reports
in the news services

which you would
have seen or heard.

And you are further instructed
to take no note

of any other government minister
or commentator

or any news report
relating to the case.

...we seek to have
all the charges dismissed

under Section 347 of the Act.

Thank you, Mr. Bungay.

I, too, have thoroughly
examined the evidence.

Your request is noted
but denied.

Now, shall we proceed?

Well, it was worth a shot.

So, we proceed to trial,
as expected.

We do.

Despite the lack of evidence.

It´s the quality of evidence
I question, Richard.

The quantity´s irrelevant
if it´s inconsequential.

I´m sure its significance

will become readily apparent
to the jury

and, eventually,
to you, too, Bungay.

Oh, we´ll see.

We will.

[ Briefcase thuds,
latches open ]

Careful, Mr. Solicitor-General.
That is a Biedermeier table.

No, he went
a kind of purple color.

Got under his skin, did you?

A small victory.

I needed one after openings.

Hm

Well...

Wasn´t the outcome we wanted.

It was the outcome we expected.

Didn´t blow up in my face,
but...

Oh.

They all just love
watching me rein myself in.

It´s not my style, Trish,
you know.

-It´s all a pretense.
-Well, stop pretending.

Just let go of the reins.

Yeah, right, for the biggest
trial of my career?

Why not?

Didn´t Ian say
they wanted a ringmaster?

Just be your unrestrained,
outrageous self.

Like you are in other areas.

Hey, do you still know
that Katrina woman?

What?
What Katrina woman?

The one who owns the shop
in Manners Street.

Do you think she´d open up
for me in an emergency?

Come on.

You --
-Come on.

What do you think?

Bruno, chew.

Shall we break ´em in?

Oh.

BEATTIE: On the application
of Mr. Savage,

there will be
no photographs taken

and no sketches made
during the hearing.

Names of members of the
Security Intelligence Service

will be identified only
by letters or symbols.

SAVAGE: It should not be
imagined that New Zealand

is so universally loved

that it has no possible
or potential enemies.

BUNGAY: So, what is an enemy?
What is a potential enemy?

SAVAGE:
It is of the greatest importance

that any enemy
New Zealand may have

should not be able
to obtain information

prejudicial to the safety
and interests of the state.

BUNGAY: But what information
are we talking about?

We don´t know.

We´re being asked to speculate

about what it is
or might have been.

We don´t even know
if such information,

even if it did exist,
was passed on.

SAVAGE: But Dr. Sutch´s guilt,
under the Act,

does not have to hinge upon

the actual passing on
of information.

BUNGAY: We don´t even know
if there is a charge to answer.

After you,
Mr. Solicitor-General.

Take it in?

Roll up, roll up.

MAN:
All stand!

This witness
is designated "Mr. S."

-For "Spy."

I´m not a spy!

And they can´t prove
that you are.

Two non-meetings,
three casual chats,

and one unobserved meeting
the night you were arrested?

It´s Mad magazine stuff.

In fact, events of the evening
of the 26th of September

were so confused

that you can´t even confirm
any information changed hands.

Can you?

Well, the exchange
wasn´t actually seen, no.

No, not by you
or by the other...

...11 police and SIS operatives

assigned to
the so

Shit!

No. And it wasn´t
so-called surveillance.

-Wellington CIB.

So, tell me, Mr. S, what was
the nature of this information?

Where is it?

I mean, did the subsequent
police and SIS search

of Mr. Sutch´s home
reveal anything?

No, it didn´t.

You let them into your office,
too, didn´t you?

And they didn´t find
anything there, either.

Nothing the Russians might
be remotely interested in.

SUTCH:
What about my diary, though?

SHIRLEY: It has notes
on meeting times and places.

BUNGAY:
We´ve discussed this.

Spies don´t diarize
their activities.

Civil servants do.

No, the Crown´s case is going to
hinge upon three things --

our attempt
to nip this in the bud...

The letter to
the attorney-general.

...the fact that you lied
to the police...

-I was flustered.
-...and, most importantly,

the nature
of the meetings themselves.

Six meetings or attempted
meetings, all at 8:30 at night,

at approximately
monthly intervals, correct?

Yes.

The attempted meetings
can easily be disputed.

No. The Russians
deliberately shook our tail.

Shook your tail?

Well, that sounds
a bit provocative.

How did you know
that´s what they did, then?

There are standard techniques to
check if you´re being followed.

You jump a red light,
make a U-turn.

Other violent maneuvers.

Well, and not even a ticket?
I should be so lucky.

My question is,

how did you know that
Mr. Pertsev and Mr. Razgovorov

were on their way
to meet with Dr. Sutch?

Because, by this time,
we were observing him, as well,

waiting in the same area.

Well, I´m sure there were
a lot of other innocent people

going about their business
in that same area, as well.

And just between me and you,

I have myself made several
illegal U-turns in my time.

Your Honor.

Mr. Bungay.

It´s true. I have, Your Honor.
I have the tickets to prove it.

The non-meeting, well,
that shouldn´t be a problem.

The most useful one for
the Crown is the Hopper Street,

on Wednesday.

-August 28th.

BUNGAY:
Well, because of the briefcase

and the supposed
change of information.

That you observed, Mr. X?

What I observed was
Dr. Sutch raise his knee

and open the briefcase.

So you didn´t actually see him
pass anything to Mr. Razgovorov?

That moment was...

...obscured.

But you could positively
identify both men

from 100 yards away?

Yes, the doorway
was very well lit.

Ah, I see.

And so did you, apparently.

So what happened next?

Razgovorov came down
to the embassy car.

Shit!

GREIG:
And where were you at this time?

I was...stuck in the phone box.

Pertsev had pulled up
right alongside.

Right.

And did you see Mr. Razgovorov
get into the car?

MR. S: Yes.

GREIG: And did you see him
carrying anything?

No.

BUNGAY: No.

So, what did Dr. Sutch´s
briefcase contain?

What was Dr. Sutch´s
daily habit?

He always took home
any leftover milk.

From the office?
In his briefcase?

Yes

And would you say
he was a frugal fellow?

I suppose so.

As the witness states,

Dr. Sutch routinely took milk
home in his briefcase,

and as he stated to the police,
that milk fell over.

So, in the doorway,

he rested the briefcase
on his knee to right it.

Now, if it pleases the court,
we have tabled in evidence

the Chemical Services Lab
analysis

of Dr. Sutch´s briefcase,

in which there is
the presence of soured milk.

Mr. Y -- Um, Mr...

X.

Mr. X, sorry.

Why -- Why --

That´s W-H-Y.

-Why, in your expert opinion,

would a spy choose
a very well lit doorway

for the exchange
of official secrets?

Would that be an ideal location

for passing on
such illegal information?

Or milk, for that matter?

Not exactly. No.

BUNGAY: No.

Exactly.
Not exactly.

And why, hmm?

Oh.

I´ll give you an "A"
for this, too.

This is lovely.
What is it?

Uh, Rachmaninov,
one of the quieter ones.

I mean the stew.

It´s a ragout, not a stew.

I know a stew when
I get into one, believe me.

Yeah, I know.

That´s why I made you dinner,

so you can eat
and stay on top of it all.

Oh. Oh.
Thank you.

Lovely.

Thank you, even though I know
you´re going to wolf it down

so you can get back to work.

How´s it all going, anyway?

Well, I´d like to think
we´ve got them on the run,

but there´s still two more days
of evidence, so who knows?

Well, here´s to your brilliant,
unrestrained way with words.

Well, here´s to your ragout.

SAVAGE:
Dr. Sutch has been accused

of disloyalty to his country.

There can be few things
more damaging to anyone.

All the character witnesses
called

have said that Bill Sutch
is a loyal New Zealander.

They´ve also said that he
can be naive, stupid, even.

Still, let me remind you
that stupidity is not,

and has never been, a crime,
as such.

Now, you´ve heard from
our ambassador to Italy

that my client recently tried

to obtain a new position
in the government.

Doesn´t this give you
the impression

of a lonely, pathetic man
who´s served his country well

but, like a retired actor
or boxer,

he just doesn´t know
when it´s all over?

Defense has stated that
the meetings were open.

And, certainly,
that would make sense,

if the meetings were
to appear innocent.

But in
a "very well lit" doorway?

Funny place for spies to meet.

After dark
and after numerous attempts

by the Russians
to avoid being followed.

Now, all of this would have
been quite unnecessary

if the discussions were to be
about, say, the Russian ballet.

If Dr. Sutch had wanted to meet
a Russian agent surreptitiously,

why not use his position
as Chairman of the Arts Council?

The pretense of a meeting, say,

about the Russian ballet,
if you like.

And why clearly note
these meetings in a diary?

He can hardly be called
a clever spy for doing that.

The question remains,
why would Dr. Sutch

maintain his denial
of even knowing Mr. Razgovorov?

Why lie to the police?

Why lie?

Imagine.

It´s a dark, rainy night.

Sutch is all alone,
when suddenly he´s accosted

by a detective and another
person with a tape recorder.

What are you doing here?

I-I´m waiting for somebody.

Is there a Russian from
the embassy around here?

BUNGAY: And suddenly
a detective inspector arrives,

and cars pull up
from everywhere,

and he´s completely
surrounded with people

firing questions at him.

The impact can only be imagined.

Yes, the accused did say
that he did not know Razgovorov.

That wasn´t true,
but he stuck to it.

His stupidly naive liaison
had been exposed

in no uncertain terms
and in dramatic circumstances.

Who wouldn´t panic, even lie?

The letter
to the attorney-general

was not written in panic.

Yet it contains further deceits
and distortions,

and its explanation for the
meetings is plainly misleading.

That Razgovorov was interested
in my client´s views

of the Zionist movement
in New Zealand?

I don´t think there´s
anything unreasonable in that.

It´s been stated, under oath,

that Sutch was a great supporter
of the Friends of Israel.

That does not make him a spy.

No.

The Crown has yet to prove that,

and the standard of that proof
is beyond reasonable doubt.

The missing information is
a key ingredient to that proof.

Now, neither the SIS or
the Crown have that information.

They don´t even know
if that information exists!

They are asking you
to guess at it

or speculate as to what it
might be, if it did exist.

There can be
no more despicable label

attached to any man
than that of spy.

And this loyal servant
of New Zealand

has not earned that label,

and I am confident,
ladies and gentlemen,

that you will find him innocent
of these unfounded charges.

Mike, I can´t thank you enough.

-No thanks needed, Bill.
-Wonderful.

I´m just happy,
unlike the solicitor-general,

I´ve never lost a spy trial yet!

When was it, exactly?

I see.

Well, thank goodness he got
to hold his grandson at least.

Yeah.
I´ll certainly attend.

Thank you for thinking
to call, Shirley.

Okay, bye-bye.

SUTCH: Mike.

I don´t dream about you,
but you are with me every hour.

Sometimes I picture you...

...the whole court waiting

for your next approach
to demolition,

making quick judgments

and acute psychological
appreciations.

I admire you and thank you.

Bill.

Acute psychological
appreciations.

I wish, Bill.
I wish.

What a birthday.

They won in the end.

Bastards.