All language subtitles for Killing time 06

Dupas.

Blake.

Nothing.

Oh, there's got to be something.

Come on, I'm expecting some important documents.

Fuck off!

Oh, hang on a second.

Yeah, there was something.

Came a couple of days ago. It must have got mislaid.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

Bastards! Can't believe it.

The Drug Squad cops that gave testimony against me,

they'd already been arrested for trafficking themselves.

How on earth could they be allowed to give evidence against me?

I'm not sure. I'll have to look into it.

They're gonna have to pardon me, aren't they?

I can only imagine how hard it is for you in here, Fraser.

Hey, hey, hey. You all said that I'd get six months, tops.

Seven years, Ken.

Seven years, mate.

Yeah, Walsh Street cruelled you.

You made an enemy of every cop in the country.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Fraser. One step at a time.

You have to win an appeal first,

and there's people in the fraternity who
take great satisfaction at your suffering.

Oh, hypocrites. Jesus.

What, ha... haven't I suffered enough?
You know, aren't they satisfied yet?

It's hell in here, mate, day after day.

I've got to get out of here, Ken. I have to.

Yeah, one step at a time, mate.

That was one of your fans on the phone.

Hey?

Yeah, something about defending scum,

a bullet and your head.

You alright?

Yeah.

Who'd have thought I'd look forward
to just a plain old heavy breather?

Victor Peirce has been charged with Walsh Street, Mr Fraser.

Have there been any developments?

Oh, as long as the police look as though they're doing something,

roughing up some petty crims, you all dutifully report it.

It's a bit sad, don't you think? Come on, Andrew.

You love the attention. Oh, is that what you think, is it?

Why don't you ask my wife what she thinks of the attention?

Back to Walsh Street.

Look, the police haven't even found a weapon yet.

Is Wendy Peirce going into witness protection a blow to your case?

Look, Wendy Peirce is, um...

No, nice try. I'm not going to risk contempt.

The police in this state are brutal thugs.
Put that to air. I dare you.

Jesus Christ, Jase.

This is the sixth time you've changed your bloody story.

I know, Mr Schneider, but... But nothing.

You get one more chance and that's it.
You're not our only witness now.

Wendy the Witch is in protection.

If she gives us more reliable stuff,
stuff that'll actually stand up in court,

as opposed to this shit, we'll have to drop you like a hot spud.

You'll be out there on the street on your own.

They'll kill me. Yeah? I reckon they will.

But that's why I'm trying to help you.

Give us a waterproof account of what
happened in Walsh Street that night...

...and who knows?

And you've spoken to Farrell and Peirce, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, no, they're sticking to the game plan.

I'll, uh... I'll arrange for you to brief them.

Hey, thanks for doing this.

You know, the other QCs in town, bloody gutless.

You should be running this yourself, Andrew.

Well, yeah, I should.

You know, the media's cruelled that.
They've tattooed 'guilty' on my forehead.

No, I'd have...
I'd have no chance at winning over a jury at this point.

Ah, Wendy Peirce. Ah.

Number one problem. We underestimate her at our peril.

She can sink us. No doubt about that.

No, she's got something that the cops want badly enough

to spend a shitload of money and manpower to keep her safe.

So Victor told you this, at Pentridge Prison?

Not in the motel the morning after?

He said he'd done it at the motel.
At Pentridge, I asked who else done the hit.

Walsh Street. Tynan and Eyre.

Yeah. What other bloody hit would I be asking about?

And what did Victor say?

He whispered in my ear that it w as him
and Jedd Houghton and Gary Abdallah.

Yeah. You lot already killed them two. Didn't y a?

And what about Peter McEvoy? Yeah, he was there too.

Hello. Hello.

Hey, baby girl.

Oh!

How's my girl? Go out.

No, listen to me. Listen to me.

I know you want to go outside and play, but you can't.

It's dangerous out there. No.

Listen to me. This is important.

There's rotten people out there that want to kill Mum.

You don't want that, do ya?

Hey, do you want an ice-cream? Yeah?

Get her an ice-cream.

I want 'Dot and the Kangaroo'. Get the kid an ice-cream.

Yeah, and a video. 'Dot and the Kangaroo'.

They like that one. 'Dot and the Kangaroo'.

Oh, he'll find it.

Won't you?

Wave bye-bye.

"Bye-bye, Detective East." 'Bye.

It's my bloody investigation.
I'm in charge of collecting evidence.

You're in charge of what exactly? Administration and...

Administration.

Which no way gives you the right
to take my troops off investigation

and put 'em on guard duty for Wendy Peirce.

She should be under my supervision.

She's a key witness, but she's fragile. Fragile!

She shares a bed with a murdering sadist.

And why can't I get access to her video interviews, eh?

Why can't I get access to her? That's the deal she did with brass.

She'd enter witness protection as long as you had no contact.

She's the best thing we've got going for us right now.

Now, you listen to me, Patterson.
No, you listen to me! I outrank you.

By what? A few days? Piss off!

So I don't have to put up with your bullying.
I'm moving my team upstairs.

You're piss-weak, Patterson!

Oh, when you hear a lawyer say, "I've instructed my client,"

the lawyer suspects the client's guilty,
but you don't want to know.

So you get in first. Why?

If the client tells you they're guilty,
you'll have to act on that instruction.

Do you want to do something useful and
maybe check the meat on the barbecue?

Oh, yes, darling. Thank you.

He's under a lot of pressure at the moment.

The cops hate him.

All the other lawyers think that he's crossed some line

and he's on the crims' side now.

We've been getting threatening phone calls.

What sort of threats?

Are you alright? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just...

You know, it's not fair. He's just doing his job.

But does he have to be so public about it?

Yes, he does.

Tongs.

Well, you take Walsh Street, Lorna.

You know, there were no witnesses at the shooting.

Sure, there were gunshots heard, but no-one saw the murders.

You know, the prosecution can speculate till the cows come home,

but it comes down to evidence and witnesses,

and my job is to discredit them.

Even if they're telling the truth?

Yeah. Even then, Lorna.

I'm sorry.

I know our family like to... keep a low profile at all times.

I know Fraser's loud and he's crude and...
he loves the limelight, but... I...

You love him.

Yeah, I do.

With all my heart.

And I can see that he loves you.

Oh...

It's all been a little bit emotional lately.

And it's hard on him.

And you.

I hope he knows that.

Yeah, he does.

He does. Mmm.

In a major breakthrough.

The shotgun that Tynan-Eyre Task Force believe

w as used in the murder of the two constables

w as found in parkland earlier today.

We got 'em now! We got 'em!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Look, finding it is one thing,
but proving it was the weapon that did the dirty deed

and then linking it back to our clients,
that's another ball game altogether.

And fingerprints.

Well, if there's fingerprints, we're screwed.

Or it was used in another crime our clients were banged up for.

Yeah, screwed again.

But... the big but... they've got to prove it.

Yeah, that's Victor.

You're sure? Yeah.

Yeah, he used to wear that balaclava at home sometimes.

And the shotgun?

Oh...

He had one, but...

I don't know. It's pretty fuzzy.

We have to dig up every bit of dirt, rumour and innuendo on...

...Wendy and Jason.

Make 'em out to be professional liars.

Cheers.

Cheers.

That was shiraz.

Hey, Quent, have you heard anything around the traps?

Eh?

I've heard there's no prints on the shotgun

and its provenance is proving difficult.

Oh, whacko! There you go. Who's your source?

Oh.

Hey, uh, I also hear along the grapevine

that the task force is split right
down the bloody hey-diddle-diddle...

you got Team A, Team B and, what, never the twain can meet?

Is that right?

Ah! Well, you got to love that. Divide 'em, we'll bloody conquer.

What I also hear, that the DPP is a hotbed of cold feet

and the government is running out of moolah for the task force,
am I right?

Yes,
off the front pages for what passes as newspapers in this town.

No political capital in it for them.

You should never underestimate the attention span of the public

or their political masters, dear boy.

Yeah. Is there anyone in government we can work on?

Fraser...

I think your clients are despicable.

Oh, come on. More to the point.

Every man, woman and infant in this city thinks they're guilty.

Well, I've only got to convince 12 of them,
Quent, 12 men good and true.

Hey, hey, Tim, Tim!

Hey, club rule number one, mate... you don't touch the women.

Hey!

Hey, Aphrodite, Aphrodite. Come here, darling. Come here.

Let me introduce you. Let me introduce you to Tim Watson-Munro.

Now, don't let his poncy double-barrelled name put you off.

He's what they call a forensic psychologist.

He'd love to have you on the couch to see what makes you tick.

What do you reckon? Eh?

What about a QC or a judge? Yeah? Frase?

Frase? Mate, you got a line for... Hey?

A line. I've got to pass the...

What? Oh!

Tim! Cocaine?

Bolivian marching powder? I'm shocked!

I'm shocked that you would even think
that at a gathering of Melbourne's finest

that we'd even consider dabbling in illegal substances.

Oh, what's this coming from the heavens?
Coming down from the gods.

It's a deus ex machina.

Frase?

What, are you still up, love? Yeah.

Can we talk?

Yeah, can't it wait till morning, darling?

I'm pregnant.

Oh, really?

Yep.

Hey!

Hey, darling, that is amazing. Eh!

You are gonna have to grow up.

Hey? And keep your promises.

Yeah, yeah. You are going to be a father, Fraser.

No, of course, darling. No, I can be responsible.

We can be a shining light, darling.
I just fell off the wagon a little bit, but...

Darling, I'm gonna be a father. I can do whatever...

Congratulations, darling.

You look great!

Oh, gorgeous.

That's wonderful, dear.

What about congratulating me? I fertilised the egg.

Do you always have to be so crude, Andrew?

Oh, only as long as it takes to get some credit around here.

Where's Dad?

He's outside helping his pregnant daughter-in-law.

It's wonderful, mate! Congratulations!

Yeah, grandfather. God! That's great. That's great.

Good on you. Another Fraser in the family, eh?

Yeah.

It's a big responsibility, of course.

I only wish I could have done things a bit better.

Oh, you were busy, Dad. Oh, I could have done more.

Mind you, the, uh... the drink didn't help.

Oh, come on. You beat it eventually.

You never beat it. The drink.

Anyway, uh...

What names have we got in mind?

Oh...

How about Rod? Oh, come on.

You don't want to put the mockers on the kid.

Good on ya. Ta.

It's us who have to be strong, Denise.

The Fraser men need a loving but firm hand.

They're barely out of childhood themselves.

Sit down, David.

The DPP have washed their hands of the case.

What?

They don't think we have enough evidence to convict.

We've got two good witnesses and the murder weapon.

Which we can't link to any of the suspects.

Not yet. We just need more time. Which we don't have.

An hour ago,
the chief magistrate set the committal date to 18 September.

But that's only six weeks away.
That's right. So we're up against it.

But if the DPP's not convinced, then... who's...

I'll be prosecuting. I've done it before, and successfully.

But to get the best result,
you two have to stop communicating by note

like a couple of petulant kids

and actually start to work together.

Understood?

Now, I need to be across all the witness statements.

There's hundreds of 'em.

Including Wendy Peirce's and Jason
Ryan's and all the other evidence,

and, Alex, I want a brief from you by the end of the month,
at the latest.

Fat chance.

I'm not even allowed to see transcripts of Wendy Peirce's fuckin'
interview.

They're locked in the bloody safe.
From today, you have complete access.

I want access to her to make sure she...
No, Chief Inspector, the deal was...

Oh, screw the deal, Patterson. Shut up, both of you!

The days of Team A and Team B are over.

We're all in this together.

We have to wear the deal that we made.

Jesus Christ. For now. We'll revisit that issue later.

But, gentlemen, let's not forget why we're here.

To get justice for two fallen comrades.

Now get on with it!

Bloody DPP.

Reckon we've got enough to win it?

It all comes down to Wendy.

If she'll stand up in front of a
jury and tell them what she told us.

What are my kids gonna think when they find out

I put their old man away for life?

You're doing the right thing. Oh, yeah. Easy for you to say.

You haven't got a family like Victor's.

Oh, they'll never talk to me again. That's if they don't shoot me.

That's why we're here, to protect ya.

Court case will be over soon, and you and the kids can get away.

Yeah, well, I'm only doing it for them.
One parent in prison's bad enough.

And with him gone...

...where's a girl gonna get her itch scratched?

Just taking a piss.

What can you tell me about Wendy or
Jase that we could use at the committal?

Jason's a fuckin' ingrate. We were always good to him.

He followed Dennis round like a puppy.
It's all bloody Dennis's fault.

Yeah, righto. Let's concentrate on the living, shall we?

What about Wendy? She's a liar and a slut.

OK, so you... What do you reckon she knew about Walsh Street?

Ask her. I don't bloody know.
Yeah, well, that's not possible, Kath.

She's batting for the other side now. She's a fuckin' dog.

Do you think we can get Victor off?
I'll go character witness if you want.

No, look,
that'd just be another opportunity for the media to have a...

The media are crucifying us.

Pestering me every day for a bloody interview

like I'm responsible for what me kids do.

OK, that's good. Do an interview. Do the "worried mother" routine.

Make sure you throw in sympathy for the dead coppers'
families while you're at it.

If they were gonna give anyone the bullet,

it should have been that bastard Schneider.

OK. Is there anything you can tell
me about Wendy that we could use?

I know she was screwing Graeme when the cops got him,
and Victor knew.

She's shit-scared about what he's gonna do to her.

That's why she's dogging on him. And you know what?

I think he still loves the bitch.

Kath reckons Wendy was having it off with Graeme.

Well, she's a slut. She'll open her flaps for anyone.

Yeah, Kath reckons that's why she's turned dog.

And that she's afraid that you'll kill her.

Well, do you love her? She's the mother of your kids.

Well, mate, maybe you should let her know.

Let her know what? That you love her.

Oh, piss off.

Hey, hey. I'm just saying.

She's the best thing the prosecution's got going for them.

All rise.

The Crown will prove in this committal hearing that the accused...

...Victor George Peirce,

Peter David McEvoy

and Anthony Leigh Farrell,

murdered constables Tynan and Eyre

in retribution for the killing of Graeme Jensen.

Testimony from witnesses,

relatives of the accused,

Jason Ryan and Wendy Peirce,

will support the Crown's case.

So the statement you made for the
video re-enactment for the police,

that was a lie as well.

Yeah.

Your Worship, this is the... the fifth falsehood

on one page of Mr Ryan's deposition.

Would it be possible for Mr Ryan to
mark the transcripts of his interviews

with... coloured pens, perhaps,

to show which sections are true and which are false?

Yes, I think that would be useful.

Mr Ryan, have you ever given a false name?

Yeah, I... suppose. You suppose?

What fake names have you given?

Ryan.

Ryan? Ryan's a fake name, is it? Yeah.

What is your real name?

Jason Brooks.

The Crown calls Wendy Peirce.

What did he say?

He said that we were going to the
motel and that we'd be safe there

'cause he was going out to meet Peter.

Peter McEvoy? Yes.

And what do you think he was going out to meet Peter McEvoy for?

He said, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna be too late.

"I'm gonna go and kill the jacks that knocked Graeme."

And he left the motel about midnight? Yes.

When did he return?

About 7:30 in the morning.

And he goes, "They're dead," that they'd killed the two jacks.

And I said, "Who'd you do it with?" And he goes, "Jedd and Macca."

Jedd Houghton and Peter McEvoy? Yes.

And I said, "Good one. Was it the Armed Robbery Squad?"

And he goes, "No, it was two coppers in South Yarra."

Yeah, the media, the government,

every uniformed bastard in the state thinks they're guilty.

What have they got except for Wendy Peirce?

You know, not a knob of nanny goat poop. That's what they got.

Walsh Street screwed us all, mate.

Somebody broke the crooks' first commandment.

Don't kill cops.

Yeah, I've become the face that everyone loves to hate, Lewis.

Serves you right. You always wanted to be a celebrity.

No, I didn't. Bullshit.

You're so full of it, Fraser, even your eyes are turning brown.

Anyway, I'll give my advice.

Keep a low profile, play the long game and stop pimping for scum.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get a better class of client, yeah.

What am I gonna do about Wendy Peirce?

That's the bloody question.

Shoot her.

Fixed. No, seriously. Come on.

Enough.

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

and the hunter home from the... you know... whatever.

You know the best bit of advice I ever got?

No. But I have a feeling you're gonna tell me.

Never dignify a mug and always compound a felony.

You still up, love? Yeah.

Come here.

Oh, fuck!

What was that for? $ 7,000 in parking fines.

Oh, calm down. It's not that important. $ 7,000, Fraser!

Oh... What is wrong with you? $ 7,000?

We have a child on the way, Andrew.
Yes, I know, Denise. I'll pay them.

I've got bigger things on my mind at the moment.

Yeah, of your own making. Not to mention your mistress.

What? What are you talking about? Your mistress, the coke.

Oh! It may as well be your mistress.

You spend more money and time on it than you do on me.

In the beginning, it was just...
it was parties, it was fun, but now look at you.

And that Tim Watson whatever... Hey, Denise, Denise.

I only use it occasionally, and a little bit now helps me focus.

It helps me perform under pressure. No, it doesn't.

It does. It helps me perf... It makes you overbearing.

And manic and a pain in the arse,

because deep down, you don't believe in yourself.

Am I right, Fraser?

Fraser?

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

No.

Uh, you're right, love. You always are.

No, I'm not.

Not always.

Are you OK in there?

Yeah.

Yeah, look, I'll be more responsible with the money,
I promise, love.

The coke?

Yeah.

Yeah, no, I'll give up. I promise.

Our son's moving.

Feels like he's kicking a goal.

Do you ever think about the parents of those two constables?

Yeah. Yeah.

They were just kids.

I commit Victor Peirce, Anthony Farrell and Peter McEvoy

to stand trial in the Supreme Court

for the murder of constables Steven Tynan and Damian Eyre.

All rise.

Good job. Good job.

You're done, Fraser.

The fat lady is warming up to sing our song.

You know, Jase, we're almost there.

You just need to stick to what we rehearsed.

There's someone else.

What?

Involved in the murder?

Yeah, Trevor.

Trevor?

Pettingill?

Well, why didn't you tell us this before?

What are you blubbing about?

They're gonna kill me.

You know that?

I'm already dead.

I'm pregnant.

Shit.

What are you gonna do?

Come on. I'm gonna keep it.

Yeah, I've always wanted a cop's kid. Fit right in with my family.

You'll marry me, won't ya?

Keep me and the kids safe for the rest of our lives.

Oh, fuck.

Wendy.

Got a bit of news.

Our superiors have decided that we
have to hand you over to Schneider

to prep you for your voir dire.

That's a hearing.

To test the admissibility of your evidence.

To establish whether it can be used.

G'day, Wendy.

Tomorrow, eh?

Big day, for you and us.

Now, look, I know we got off on the wrong foot in the past.

You picked on my family for years.

I was just doing my job, Wendy.

Anyway.

I've answered all the questions I'm gonna.

And you can't make me do anything,

'cause you need me more than I need you.

And how do you know that? Oh, I got eyes and ears.

I watch the telly.

We're protecting you from that husband of yours.

He loves me.

He tried to kill you to save his own skin. And I love him.

And how do you think he'll feel when
he hears that you're up the duff

to a bloody copper?

Some fuckin' love story that is. I want a new deal.

The deal is

you get relocated to a new city,

and you get a new identity, in exchange for...

I want a new house.
And I want a car, and I want a good school for my kids.

One of them posh private ones.

And I want a million bucks a year for the rest of my life.

Yeah, and a new wardrobe.

Now, you listen to me, Wendy.

You have already cost us 2 million bucks,

and you're lucky you're not in the nick for glassing that woman

and any other number of crimes.

You bloody listen to me when I am talking to you!

Now, you have had a good run with Patterson and his cronies,

but this shit will not work with me!

You will get up in court and you will play your bloody part!

Or I will come down on you like... Or what?
I get up there and I'm dead.

Even if Victor's in jail, he'd find someone to do it for him.

And for what?

So you can be the hero of Walsh Street.

I'd rather fuckin' die.

You'll go to court if I have to drag you.
And I'll swear on the Bible, alright.

"Fuck off, judge. Fuck off, jury.
And fuck off, Detective Schneider.

"You can all get fucked."

I repeat, Mrs Peirce, can you identify any of the people,

the so-called Flemington Crew, in this bank security photo?

No.

No?

Let me remind you, Mrs Peirce, you're contradicting statements

you gave to the police on numerous occasions.

I said no 'cause I meant no.

I'm not identifying anybody.

Mrs Peirce has signed herself out of witness protection.

A severe blow to the Crown's case.

In other news. Western Australian businessman Alan Bond admits...

Well, we're back in the game, gentlemen.

Oh, the prosecution can still call her.

No, she's a hostile witness. They wouldn't call her.

No, we'll concentrate on Jason.

Make him out to be the lying little shit that he is.

Yeah.
And I reckon we instruct our clients to give unsworn evidence.

That way, the Crown can't cross-examine them.

It's dangerous. They could be charged with perjury.

Yeah, if the Crown can prove they lied. Well...

Let 'em try, I say. Let them bloody well try.

Yeah, it's gonna be a long trial. Could take...

You know, could take months. I know.

Hey, is there anything in there about stress?

Only about five chapters.

Oh, yeah, well, I... don't want the baby or you being stressed.

I live with you.

Yeah, what about little baby? He'll be living with you too.

I am sorry about all this, darling.

Hey.

You got what you always wanted.

You got a big case.

Mmm.

Yeah, what if we lose?

Are you getting stage fright?

No.

I decided a couple of months ago
that I could cope with all of this

if you believed in your heart that what you were doing was right.

So do you still believe that?

Yeah.

Good. I can live with that.

Mmm.

Well, yeah.

I... I... I mean, no.

Unfortunately, it can only be yes or no, Mr Brooks.

No. No.

No.

So...

What do we do with this one, then?

A sworn declaration by you that you
were in Anthony Farrell's apartment

on the night of the shooting.

Uh, do we add this one to the pile, Mr Brooks?

Hm?

Do we put this one in the mistake pile as well?

Quite right, Mr Fraser.

Your Honour, we find ourselves in a rather difficult situation

where the remainder of the evidence

relates to what was said in that apartment.

But I'm sorry. Now, I forget, were we in that apartment?

No, we weren't.

Members of the jury,

the four accused have chosen to give unsworn evidence.

They will be asked a series of questions by their counsel

and will not be cross-examined by the Crown.

But I remind the accused and counsel

that you can still be prosecuted if you perjure yourselves.

At the time that the two police officers met their death,

I was asleep, in Davies Street, Brunswick.

I bought some sleeping tablets the
night of the Walsh Street incident,

and they made me really drowsy, and I slept the whole night.

I was drunk,
so just fell asleep on the couch just watching the telly.

Well,
I was asleep at the Tullamarine Airport with my wife and kids.

And the reason my wife hasn't been called to back me up

is because she's an emotional wreck.

We interrupt this program for a newsflash.

The jury in the Walsh Street murder case.

After 89 days of trial and 6 days of deliberation.

Found the defendant...

Not guilty, Your Honour. Yes!

You are free to go.

All units.

The verdict in the Walsh Street
murder trial w as all four not guilty.

Repeat. Not guilty.

All units are warned to keep yourselves in control.

The jury said not guilty.

They're certainly not saying they're innocent.

And neither am I.

It makes you feel very empty. He w as my son.

We think that in a higher justice. They'll get what they deserve.

I demand an inquiry into Mr Schneider's investigation.

Yeah. I'm afraid the bloody police will kill me now in cold blood.

No. I never intended on testifying against my husband.

They were trying to make me tell lies.

Hey, Schneider!

The fat lady's singing, mate, and she's singing my song.

There you go. Oh!

Oh...

There you go, mate.

You want to hold? Yeah.

Hey. Hey, Lachy.

Welcome to the world, mate.

Hey?

Hey. Hey, Lachy. Lachy.

It's great news, mate. I've got an appeal.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

So tell your mum I'm coming home soon, OK?

OK.

Righto. I'll see you then, mate.

'Bye.

Hey! Hey!

Remember the face! Remember the face!

You won't be seeing it much longer.