All language subtitles for Rake s02e08 Greene.eng

I have a family. I'm not rolling
over. I will hit back.

(Tuts)

You know, seriously, Barney, I want
us to keep in touch, as friends.

We will.

Silver-plated, semiprecious stones,

and an 'I love Justin Bieber'
love heart.

Very nice.

I have to find a way of dealing with
this particular Lane Hole.

Well, do you want me
to whack this guy?

No! No! Do not whack under any
circumstances.

It won't happen again. You have my
absolute assurance on that.

Can I ask you not to make
a big deal of this?

Oh, God, God!
Dad?!

Cleaver Greene, we're here to arrest
you on a charge of manslaughter.

Nah, I swear, mate,
just shushti.

Shushti! As in, you know,
shut your cave, mate!

The main feature's started.

I mean, the bastard talked all the
way through the coming attractions!

WOMAN, ON PHONE: Are you calling
because you want me to post bail?

You know, Lil, your cynicism
frightens me sometimes.

You're my sister.

At times of crisis, family members
should be able to turn to each other.

I mean, if you and Jane wanted to
discuss bail, I wouldn't be averse.

You are unbelievable!

You know that Dad's estate
went to that bloody conman!

Yes, which is why I'm in this mess in
the first place.

I was trying to do the decent thing,
get your money back!

We didn't ask you
to get our money back!

Well, who else is gonna get your
money back?

Can't you see that you guys
posting bail for me,

it's a win-win for everyone?

(Phone beeps)

Old mate of yours apparently,
Greene.

Cleaver Greene.
Yeah.

You know, I've still got that
Justin Bieber bracelet. (Laughs)

Oh, yeah. You were part of Callum
McGregor's Praetorian Guard.

Surprised you're not deputy
commissioner by now.

What are you in for?

They say it's perversion
of the course of justice.

You've obviously been pissing in the
wrong end of the pool.

Cleaver, I'm sorry about all that
shit we put you through.

We were just following orders.
Right.

You're a barrister, right?

You gotta be kidding me.

Cleaver, you gotta help me.

I'm a bent cop. If I stay in here,
I'm a fucking dead man!

Greene, your bail's been posted.

Cleaver, please.

Ah!
Please.

Justin Bieber bracelet.
Fuck, that was funny!

You sure you can afford this?

I've got a bestseller, Cleave,
remember?

About to have a second,

and just so that you know,
there's going to be a movie.

I'm sorry?

They wanna make a movie
about Josh and me.

Who's they?
Ron Howard's company.

Ron... Ron Howard's company? Pottsy?

Richie. He's producing
and directing, yeah.

Richie is making a movie
based on your life?

I know. Strange world, huh?

WOMAN: Melissa!
WOMAN: Cleaver!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have had charges of manslaughter
levelled against me.

They're charges of which I am
entirely innocent.

I have no further comment
to make at this stage...

Can you confirm reports that
Scarlett Johansson

will be playing you in the upcoming
movie based on your book?

Well, I can't confirm anything at
this point,

but it is true that Scarlett's one
of many actresses

keen to play the part.

And can you confirm
Daniel Craig for Josh?

That I can confirm.

And who will be playing
Cleaver Greene?

Uh, Judi Dench.

Well, Dame Judi Dench, I should say,

will be playing the role
of my barrister.

We've rethought
the role a little bit.

And how honoured do you feel,
Mr Greene,

to be played by one of the great
actresses of the modern age?

As I have said, ladies and gentlemen,
I have no further comment to make.

Thank you. Thank you.

WOMAN: Did you get that?
MAN: Yeah, I got it all.

Judi bloody Dench! You're kidding me.

Ron is an ardent feminist,

and the thinking is it's somehow
truer to the story if you were...

How could it be truer to the story?!

She's British, she's an octogenarian,
and she's a she!

How is that true... This is gonna be
a bloody train wreck!

I've always thought
Ron Howard was a hack!

Houston, we have a big fucking
problem here.

They put me up in a hotel.

Ah. Of course they have.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, yes.
The day that just keeps on giving.

Mate, how is this my shit?

I cancelled the job, and the job
wasn't to kill anyone,

and the anyone certainly
wasn't the guy who's now dead.

You know that moron you subbed
the job out to came to my place,

and the cops were tailing him.

That's how they put
two and two together

and came up with the usual 15!

If anyone should be in trouble,
it's that fucktard!

Don't worry about Darce, mate.
He knows the score. He'll be sweet.

Kirsty. How are you?
You look fabulous!

How great is this news
about you and Col?

Am I hearing wedding bells
any time soon?

Oh! Fuck this. You're right.
Marriage is seriously overrated.

No! Kirsty!

Cleaver, you listen to me
very carefully.

Are you listening very carefully...
Yes, I'm listening carefully!

OK, you never came to see Col
about Lane Hole.

We didn't have anything to do with
that old bloke, you understand me?

Yes, I'll see what I can...
Not good enough!

Arggh! Alright! OK! I'll... I'll...

I didn't come and see Col
about Lane Hole! Fuck!

Good.

Alright, great.

Oh, Cleaver, one more thing.

You have 14 days
to repay me in full.

I think it's about time we cleared
that debt, don't you?

You know my situation.

Do I look like I give a shit about
your situation? 14 days.

Oh, congratulations!
I'm so happy for you!

Thanks, Viviana.
I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

Darling.
Mum!

Oh, darling. What a thing!
Thanks for coming.

Sweetheart, of course.
It means a lot to me.

Oh, well...

(Mobile phone rings)

Hi, Doc.
Do you know where I am?

Judging by the tone of voice,
a place of righteous indignation?

Very close.

I am standing in the church hall
where you were arrested

and your son was just baptised!

Now, I know you have a lot on your
plate, Cleaver,

what with having recently murdered
a pensioner...

I didn't murder him, and the charge
is manslaughter.

Do you know why Fuzz insisted
on getting baptised?

To cleanse himself of sin, Cleaver.
Your sin.

That's all he talks about now -
the sins of my father!

Well, he's gonna need a bloody
big vat of holy water, isn't he?

(Mobile phone beeps)

WOMAN, ON TV: Cleaver Greene has
spent his entire career

making sure that society's scum

are free to roam our streets
and neighbourhoods.

To this end, he has successfully
defended seven terrorists,

186 rapists, 93 murderers,

countless thieves, frauds, perverts,
drug dealers,

and at least one cannibal.

It is a client list
the criminal barrister

has been heard to boast of.

The question now is

has justice finally caught up
with Cleaver Green himself?

This is Polly Nesbitt
for the Today Project.

Oh, if it isn't the first lady of
the British theatre.

I'm gonna kill you.
It wasn't personal, I promise.

How can a nationally broadcast attack
on someone's personality

not be personal?

Look, you're lucky it was me.
My EP wanted to go much harder.

Aren't we sort of seeing each other?
You could've just said no.

I can't.
I'm in a tricky situation at work.

How?

I had a thing with the EP's niece.

His niece.
Yeah, I was experimenting.

She was this hot
19-year-old pro surfer

and things got a little bit weird.

Oh, did they?

Turns out she'd never been with
a woman before, but since our thing,

she's become a committed lesbian,
the family's devastated.

Oh, well, I guess that makes

pummelling me on national telly OK,
then.

I guess it was just a lapse of memory
that you happened to forget...

(Zip opens)

..that plugging Lane Hole was
actually your idea...

I was fooling around.
Come on, no, don't touch me.

Come on.
Oh, get off me.

Are you sure?
Oh, how am I gonna deal with you?

Got a thousand ideas.

(High heels click)

Hey, Cleave.
What the fuck?

(Zip closes)

Melissa has just agreed

to let me do an in-depth profile
on her for the show.

What - the whole two minutes?

What happened with Col and Kirsty?

Nothing!
Who are Col and Kirsty?

Oh, just a couple of gangster
friends of Cleave's.

The network loves gangsters.
How can I help?

You can't.
You can leave it alone, OK?

Please, I beg of you.
Don't... don't go near them.

They had nothing to do with
anything...

Bullshit.

Am I misjudging the vibe
in the room,

or should the three of us be taking
a bottle of tequila to bed?

Cleave's given up three-ways, Pol.

He's worried he's not gonna be
the centre of attention.

To justice!
MEN: To justice!

Sorry it's not French. Got a couple
of marginals up in wine country.

So, Jimmy, go on,
and don't leave out a thing.

Well, it looks like
a complete cock-up, Cal.

The real target seems to have been
the old bloke's neighbour,

a scumbag by the name of Lane Hole.

Um, I've heard of him.
ASIC's been on his case.

Ripped off Greene's old man,
apparently.

Oh, right! So, a vendetta?
Oooh, sounds serious.

(Laughs) No, pity it's just
manslaughter.

What do you reckon he'll get?
Two years. Three at a push.

Two years?! That's fucking playtime.

What about going in for murder?

Wasn't at the scene,
wrong bloke got killed -

be impossible to prove intent.

Manslaughter's a much safer bet.

Oh. Bloody shame.
Yeah.

He came to your flat?
You are kidding me!

What sort of moron is this guy?

Uh, a sub moron
I think is the technical term.

Anyway, I think he's done a deal.

Who with - the cops?

No, with Col and Kirsty.

If he keeps them out of it,
points the finger at me,

does a little quiet time,
then they're gonna look after him.

Col said 'Darcy'll be sweet'.
They were his exact words.

I'm fucked, mate.

Morning!
Morning.

Morning.

Mate, it's manslaughter.
It's not like murder.

They don't have to prove intent,
just that you behaved recklessly.

I am aware.

I hate to say it, but you're in for
a world of pain here.

I didn't mean for it to happen.
(Mobile phone beeps)

It was just meant to be a warning,
and I called it off,

and they got the wrong fucking guy!

Hey, Barn, what if it wasn't
manslaughter?

Sorry?

What if the charge was murder?
What are you talking about?

Well, then they'd have
their work cut out.

Like you say, they'd have to prove

that I intended to kill
the poor old fella.

I hate to be Mr Picky,

but the charge isn't murder,
it's manslaughter...

Doesn't have to be.
It can be changed.

You want the charge upgraded?
You're insane!

Listen to me, if it's manslaughter,
I'm rooted, right?

I reckon.

But if it's murder, I would actually
be in with a shot.

Why stop at murder, Cleave?

I reckon you stand an even better
chance with genocide.

Captain Buzzkill.

How do you propose
to get the charge upgraded?

Ladies and gentlemen,
ever since it was revealed

I had an affair with the former
premier of this state,

her ex-husband, the Police Minister
and Attorney-General Cal McGregor

has pursued a relentless vendetta
against me.

You better believe it, buddy.

He has used his enormous power

as both police minister and
attorney-general to harass me.

He's had me arrested
on numerous occasions,

all without charge, I might add,

in an attempt to humiliate
and intimidate me.

Oh, humiliation isn't over yet, pal.
I promise you that.

It's a pathetic attempt by a cuckold
to try and reinvent himself

and restore his manhood
in the eyes of the community.

MAN, ON TV: You're obviously
throwing some mud of your own here.

You're alleging that Cal McGregor
was responsible

for bringing down the former premier
Claudia Marshall, his own wife.

Look, Tony,
I don't think it's any mystery.

From the Premier down,

everybody knows that Cal threw
his own wife under the bus,

metaphorically speaking,
so that he could keep his own job,

and I challenge you, actually,
to ask the Premiere

who leaked the text messages that
brought down Claudia Marshall?

This is why the Premiere's in Cal's
pocket.

(Phone rings)

Have you got any evidence at all
to back up what you're saying?

Uh, look, it's not really my place to
produce evi...

(TV silences)

Hello.

Uh, yes, yes, Premiere.

Yep, well... I know! I... Listen.

I know, but...

God, will you listen to me, Stevie?!

Greene's all bark!
The story's got no legs!

You wait, mate. He couldn't possibly
wanna run with that bullshit.

I'm not making any comment
on Mr Greene's guilt or innocence.

All I'm saying is he's raising some
very important questions

about the integrity
of the justice system

that is currently under
Cal McGregor's watch.

I mean, let's face it - as both
Police Minister and Attorney-General,

the first person ever to hold
both posts, I might add,

he wields enormous power, and the
question that needs to be asked is

is he abusing that power?

And I think that question ought to be
asked by a Royal Commissioner.

I want Greene in a maximum security
facility by morning tea,

and I never want him to see the
light of day again...

I've told you, Cal, I have told you,

if we run a murder charge against
Greene,

there's a 98% chance he'll go free.

There's gotta be a way, mate,

unless you're not happy in your role
as director.

Fair go!
God, you gotta have something.

You won the university medal,
for Christ's sake!

(Sighs) Look, there is one
possibility,

but, gee, whiz, there's some serious
evidentiary issues.

Oh, mate, you get me the charge,
I'll get you the evidence.

Cleaver Greene, the charge against
you of manslaughter of Albert Platt

has been withdrawn.

Oh, you don't say, Len.

And replaced with conspiracy to
murder one Lane Hole.

Sorry, did you say 'conspiracy to
murder Lane Hole'?

Yes, Cleave.

Because I was expecting

that it might be a charge of murder
of Albert Platt?

Are you sure it's...
Positive, Cleave.

Conspiracy to murder Lane Hole.
It says so right here.

So...

So, now they might
be able to prove intent.

I didn't game this out
particularly well, did I?

So, how much could you be looking at
for the conspiracy charge?

Maximum's life.

So, you could end up with life
instead of, what -

a couple of years for manslaughter?

Oh, Cleave, what were you thinking?

Well, I was hoping
they would charge me

with the murder of the sweet old guy

rather than conspiracy
to murder Lane Hole.

Is that it?

What?

I've got fellowship.
Right.

You do realise the gravity
of what I've just told you?

Think so.

You might go to jail
for the rest of your life

because you didn't get the sort of
murder charge you were after?

Oh. Yeah.

I don't want you to go to jail, Dad.
I really don't.

But there's not much
I can practically do right now,

and I've got fellowship.

Fuzz, you do realise we might not
have a whole lot more time together.

So what?

You want me to drop something
I care about

because you screwed up massively...

Fuzz!

If I spend the rest of my life
dealing with your screw-ups,

I won't have a life left
to live of my own.

Jesus.

See you, Mum.

Oh, OK. Have fun happy-clapping!

Arggh!
Fuzz!

Fuzz, Fuzz! Fuzz! Shit!

Why is it you have to mock anything
you don't understand?

Anyone and anything who's different.

Who even slightly challenges your
fucked-up world view.

You have to reduce it
to a funny line.

This is why you're gonna end up
sad and lonely.

(Door opens and closes)

He loves you, Cleaver.

He just... He wants to be able to
count on you.

All of us do.

It's like you assume

we could only ever want you around
for a bit of colour.

But you need to understand that
the people who love you need you.

So, stop being such a dickhead.

Wise up and beat this charge.

Cleaver. Cleaver!

It was just a moment.
The rush of blood, I was pissed.

I didn't mean for anybody to be
killed.

The awful daring
of a moment's surrender

that an age of prudence
can never retract.

Pius the Incontinent?

TS Eliot.

Bloody Anglican, mate.

High Anglican. We count them.

Well, whatever I intended
to happen or not,

a nice old bloke is dead as a result.

Our actions always have
consequences.

You know that, Cleaver.

If we mortals have no way of knowing
these consequences,

if they can be so random that
they're beyond contemplation...

God gives us free will so we can
make our own choices.

Bullshit.
There's no choice out there.

It's just fucking chaos.

My beautiful boy
took a swing at me today.

And I deserved it.

So, he's a fighter, like his dad.

How's his mum coping?

A little too well, actually,
from my point of view.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, it's me.

No, it's not you, Rog.
Yeah, it is.

It's not. It's, you know, I have
an ex-husband facing a murder charge.

I have an evangelical son
who until recently...

Well, God, I hope until recently
had a fetish for older women.

I just am in a very weird place
at the moment.

I'm really sorry.

What?

It's not you, Wendy.

So, it's true. There is illegal
gambling in Sydney after all.

Right, you and I can talk freely,
Col. We're mates.

Told you, Bump.
I'm not saying a word, mate.

I'd love to be able to tell the court
that you were cooperative.

This is, after all,
your 11th offence.

Judges these days, mate,
they frown upon recidivists.

Changing the subject completely,

have you heard the news
about Cleaver Greene?

Nasty business, and we're hoping
that anyone with any information

that can assist us with our enquiry
will come forward.

Yeah.
Was a nasty business, wasn't it?

Cleaver said he'd come to the end of
his rope, you know.

He'd tried everything he could think
of to get to Lane Hole,

but nothing had worked.

Then he said, 'He's gotta die, Col.
The prick's gotta die.'

And I said, 'Nah, Cleave,
that's crazy talk, mate,' you know.

Violence never solved anything.

Then he asked me if I knew anyone
who could do the job for him.

'A paid assassin?' I said.

'Nah, nah, Cleave, mate, you've got
to come to your senses.'

WOMAN: So, after a few months,
I broke it off with Cleaver,

because I'd fallen in love
with somebody else.

Somebody kinder, gentler.

Somebody who understands
the true meaning of love

and has a deep respect
for law and order.

Cleaver didn't take this very well,

and not long after that,
his father passed away.

It turns out that
this Lane Hole fellow

conned Cleaver's father
out of his share portfolio,

so, you know,
Cleaver became quite obsessed,

and I recall him expression
on no less than, um, one, two...

Three occasions his desire
to see Lane Hole murdered

in ways that I couldn't...
possibly describe.

Quite frankly, I was terrified.

Kirsty! Kirsty! What the fuck?!

Don't you know it's a crime to
threaten or badger the witness?

Don't you know
it's a crime to commit perjury?

Prove it.
OK, you know what?

I'm not gonna threaten you or badger
you or what was the other thing?

Oh, that's right - pay you!

Oh, you'll pay me, Cleaver.

One way or another,
I'm gonna get my money.

Do you honestly think I give a flying
fuck what you do to me now?

Yeah, but you do give a flying fuck
about your friend Melissa.

You two, you're very close.

From what I understand,
she put up your bail.

From what I read in the papers,
she can afford it.

Melissa has nothing to do with this,
alright?

Yeah, we'll see about that.
She might wanna make a contribution.

She's staying at the Sheraton,
isn't she, sweet?

(Mobile phone rings)
Why do you know that?

See you, Cleaver.

Oh! Lyle! How you doing?

I was just thinking about you!

Listen, I've got a favour I want to
ask of you!

Oh, fuck!

Missy, it's me. Just... sweetheart,
um, call me when you get this, OK?

And just... I'm coming to see you.

Don't leave your room,
whatever you do, OK?

I'll be there in a minute.
Can you call me when you get this?!

Missy!

Whoa! Judi Dench is the protector.

That's a microphone.

Let me just pay her the fucking
money, then.

I didn't come here to ask you
to pay Kirsty for me.

I came here to tell you
to get on a plane.

If she's gonna have you hurt,
what choice do I have?

She's gonna have both of us hurt.
All the more reason to pay her!

Can you not just get on a plane,
please? You're gonna go anyway.

And just leave you here to be
killed?

Look, I think I would die a worse
death

if you actually paid Kirsty, alright?

Cleaver.

That debt is a monument to my bad
judgment and self-indulgence

and I need to sort it out,
and I will sort it out,

and so if I have to do some time
for the poor old guy's death

or lose an eye to Kirsty,
then so be it, OK?

I would rather look at my son
half-blind than as a coward,

and I will not be able to live with
myself if anything happens to you.

How do you think I would feel

if could've saved your life
for 200 grand?

It's not just about you, Cleave.
Yes, it is. I'm a narcissist.

Get on a plane.

(Mosquito whines)

(Dog barks)

What the hell?!
Barney, I'm sorry...

Are you crazy?
I just... I had to see you!

Now?

Well, you haven't been
answering my texts.

Nicole, listen...
I've left Bevan.

What?
Yeah, this morning.

OK, OK, look, you might need to see
someone about this, I think,

'cause what you're going through...

Barney, I'm pregnant.

Well, you know,

that doesn't necessarily mean
I'm the father, does it?

The thing is, Bevan and I made this
deal that we wouldn't have relations

for three months before the wedding.

You know, to make the night special,
so...

Oh, God! Oh, God...

I can't talk about this now.

Oh, right, I'm sorry(!)

Just... I had to tell you.

Yeah, I guess you did.

Have you, um... Have you got
somewhere to stay?

Do you need money for a hotel?
'Cause I've got some cash if...

You don't have to worry about money.

Uh...

Are you alright?

Barney?

(Vomits)

Jesus!

I don't feel very well.

I need you to do me a favour.

OK.

Morning, Nicole.

Um, yes.

Red.
Barney's as sick as a dog.

He thought you could use a hand.

You're many things, Cleaver,
but you're not a killer.

I call Callum Dalgleish McGregor.

Your Honour, my friend, the accused,

is yet again attempting
to mock this court

by turning these proceedings into
another of his lamentable circuses.

Every witness my friend attempts
to call is a citizen of high office,

whom he seeks to traduce
for his own base motives.

Mr Greene, the fact that you may
share a certain history

with Mr McGregor has no inherit
probity value whatsoever.

Your Honour, this is a witch-hunt
being conducted

at the behest
of the Attorney-General.

Mr Greene,
for the very, very last time,

I do not grant leave
to subpoena Mr McGregor.

We will break there.
We will resume at two o'clock.

MAN: All rise.

Why don't you call me?
What?

Call me. I used to work for Cal.

I know where a couple
of bodies are buried.

The judge isn't gonna
let you get in the box.

What?

Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Your Honour,
I call Scarlett Rachel Engels.

Your Honour, Miss Engels is not only
known as a friend of the accused,

she is also a disgruntled former
employee of the Attorney-General

with an axe to grind.

It's just another act
in the same circus.

Indeed it is.

I have had dozens of conversations
with Cal McGregor

in which he spoke
with unnerving zeal

of his desire to be the author
of Mr Greene's demise.

He bragged of his Cleaver unit -

officers whose sole purpose
was to intimidate...

(Phone rings)
And harass Mr Greene.

Let me make this clear.
I do have an axe to grind.

(Multiple phone lines ring)

Because Cal McGregor
is abusing his power,

and in the interests of democracy
and the people of the State,

he must be stopped.

Now, I am prepared to face any
scrutiny from him or anyone else,

but as a lawyer, I would rather
answer those questions

in a court of law and under oath

where the penalty for perjury
is severe.

How about you, Cal?

(Multiple phone lines ring)
Thank you.

Ah, we just have to sit tight, boys.

Once the guilty verdict's in, her
words will be lining budgie cages.

I like to be watched
while I'm doing it.

Well, I don't fool around with her -
I mean, that would be just sick -

but just having her in the room,
it just helps, you know?

Just in terms of my performance.

Does she have a name.
Yeah. Ruth.

Ruth.

Yeah, Ruth. I don't have
to talk to her or anything.

It just helps if she's in the room.

Watching?

Does that idea bother you?

Wendy, I like you.

I like you so much, and I'd hate
this to be a dealbreaker.

Every other aspect of my life,
I am completely normal,

almost to the point of boring.

So, could we just give it a try?

Yeah.

Yeah?

(Mobile phone rings)
Who is it?

MELISSA, ON PHONE: Kirsty, this is
Melissa, Cleaver's friend.

Got the money?

You know you saved yourself
a lot of grief.

What about Cleaver?

It's neither here nor there.
His life's over.

He gets to cross-examine you today.

(Laughs) Oh, big fucking whoopee.

He can't break me, and he knows it.

He also knows what really happened.

So?

It's the story you spin in this town
that counts,

and I'm gonna keep spinning my story

until Cleaver Greene is in jail
for the rest of his life.

Why?

The combination's 437.
Is it all in there?

There's no money.
There's no fucking money!

What the fuck is this?!

Col.

You're gonna fucking die, bitch,

and I'm gonna fucking bury you where
no-one will ever look for you!

(Mobile phone rings)
Do you understand me?!

Fuck! (Laughs) Oh, hello!

Is this some kind of joke, Cleaver?

CLEAVER, ON PHONE:
Kirsty, how are you?

Yeah, well, there are gonna be some
serious fucking consequences.

Kirsty, if you look up
to your right,

you'll notice what looks like
an abandoned truck.

Now, inside that truck,
there's a film crew.

It's amazing what you can pick up
on a long lens these day, you know.

I'm also reliably informed that

there's quite a few of those
teensy-weensy little cameras

and microphones
inside Melissa's car,

and if you squint
your beady little eyes,

you'll notice me marching forward

with Polly Nesbitt
from The Today Project.

I've been under a course of strong
medication for rheumatoid arthritis,

and I've been suffering from...

Persistent and acute ski-atica.

I'm told the medication may have
caused auditory hallucinations.

Along with a sense of
anxiety and paranoia.

I've also recently been diagnosed
with depression.

Well, as a consequence,

my perception of events
may be less than reliable.

And my conduct erratic, given
my unpredictable mood swings.

I wish to apologise without
reservation to the court...

For any misleading testimony
I may have given

regarding Mr Greene's conduct.

JUDGE: I find the witness in
contempt.

Take him down.

Questions must be asked
as to why these two witnesses

were prepared to perjure themselves.

Was it simply for personal reasons,

or were they in fact suborned to give
false evidence?

Is this, in fact,
yet another conspiracy

orchestrated by Cal McGregor?

In the interests of what's left of
justice in this State,

the Attorney-General must face
this court and explain himself.

Mr McGregor, will you be presiding
after this behaviour?

This is disgraceful! The public
needs answers, Mr McGregor.

I made you premiere, Stevie.

Just like you made Claudia premiere,
Cal.

Don't try to play
the loyalty card with me.

Here's what's gonna happen next
in plain English.

You're gonna ring your fuckwit uni
mate at the DPP

and you're gonna tell him
to call you as a witness,

and you are gonna answer every
question Cleaver Greene puts to you

with a fucking smile,

and you are gonna put this thing
to bed, or you're finished, Cal.

Do you understand?

Let me be crystal clear about this.

I have never met Kirsty Corella
or Colin Mancusi.

Never?

Never,

and the idea that I would
suborn anyone to give false evidence

is offensive and absurd.

But you could have directed others
to approach them.

I could have, but I didn't.

Indeed. Thank you, Mr McGregor.

Mr McGregor, are you aware
that the charge against me

was originally manslaughter?

I am.

Can you tell the court how the charge
came to be upgraded

to one of conspiracy
to commit murder?

No idea. You'd have to ask
your learned friend.

Is it not the case that
you used your influence

to have the charge upgraded as
a result of media interviews I gave

which you found a little bit
embarrassing?

That is not the case, Mr Greene.

Because, of course, my learned friend
here is also your old uni pal,

and the man that you appointed
Director of Public Prosecutions.

Your Honour, this is outrageous!

Mr Greene, unless you have evidence
of a conspiracy

between the Attorney-General
and the crown,

I cannot allow this line of
questioning to proceed.

Your Honour, it's painfully obvious.

Mr Greene, I have had enough.

I'll move on, Your Honour.
You better had.

Mr McGregor, why on earth did you
break into my apartment

and tell me that you'd planted
cocaine there?

(Laughs) That never happened.

But you'll agree, will you not,
that you had me arrested on April 2

for a child abduction
that never took place?

Oh, I don't know what you're talking
about, Mr Greene.

I see.

So, you know nothing of my arrests
variously for car theft,

sexual assault, desecration of a
church, burning down a kindergarten.

On each of these occasions,
no charges were actually pressed.

This is all pure fiction, Mr Greene.

I see, Mr McGregor.
So, let's be very clear here.

What you are saying is you never
directed your police force

to harass or intimidate me
in any way.

That is exactly what I'm saying,
Mr Greene.

You're aware, Mr McGregor,
that you're under oath here?

Of course.

I would never abuse my office

or the trust of the people of this
great State in that way.

No further questions,
thank you, Your Honour.

Very well.
You may be excused, Mr McGregor.

Do you have anything else,
Mr Greene,

or can we proceed to closing
addresses?

Uh, there are one or two things,
Your Honour.

What's this about?

I'm a friend of Cleaver Greene's.
I'm also a barrister.

Now, I understand you're looking
for some free legal assistance.

Your Honour,
I call Philip Andrew Saunders.

A Justin Bieber bracelet,
Constable Saunders,

do you remember one of those?

Uh, Your Honour,
Mr Saunders is a former constable.

My apologies, Your Honour.

Former Constable Saunders,
do you recall one of these bracelets?

I do.

So, you recall the fact
that on 21 February,

were directed to come to my flat
in order to intimidate me?

I was.

Who actually directed you to attend
my apartment that night?

My watch commander.

I see, and did you further arrest me
on April 2 of this year

in relation to the abduction
of a child?

I did.

Now, where did this abduction
take place?

I don't know where
the abduction took place.

We were just told to bring you in.

Right. Was I charged?

No. Again, my watch commander
told me to bring you in.

Thank you, former Constable Saunders.

Senior Sgt Wilson, you were the watch
commander on the night in question.

Is there any record of anyone filing
a complaint in this matter?

No.

They why did you order my arrest?

I got a call from the Deputy
Commissioner's office.

Deputy Commissioner,
how did you come to be involved

in my arrest for child abduction?

I received an order to arrest you
from the Minister's office.

Did this order come
from the Minister's office

or the Minister himself?

The Minister himself.

(Court exclaims)

At last the truth emerges!

That man, ladies and gentlemen,
is the true criminal in this court!

That man is the despot
who ought to be in the dock!

Order! Order! Mr Greene!

I have been addicted to prescription
medication for the past year.

I have relied on it heavily since
the breakdown of my marriage.

I wasn't warned of the potentially
profound side effects.

Be that as it may, Mr McGregor,

I will be remanding you
on a charge of contempt

as charges of perjury are
contemplated.

CLEAVER: Justice, when it is done,

reflects well on us,
don't you reckon?

Not just the lawyers, not just court,
but society as a whole,

and today it reflects
spectacularly well,

because today we are reminded
that no man is above the law,

not even the chief law officer
of this state.

Your Honour, in these circumstances
I must once again move for dismissal.

Your Honour, whilst these is clearly
an issue of potential malfeasance

on the Attorney-General's part,

Mr Greene has not produced
a single shred of evidence

that any such malfeasance took part

in relation to this charge of
conspiracy to murder.

Uh, Your Honour...

Quiet, Mr Greene!
Please, go on, Mr Crown.

I would respectfully submit,
Your Honour,

that the Crown has clearly
established

both motive on Mr Greene's part,

as well as a connection
with his co-accused,

who told this court that Mr Greene
alone came to him

and paid him to kill Lane Holt.

Mr Greene, do you have
any tangible evidence

that Mr McGregor conspired in this
particular matter against you?

Your Honour, I have clearly
established a pattern of behaviour...

I didn't ask about a pattern.

Do you have actual evidence of
corrupt practices

on Mr McGregor's part in terms of
this specific charge

of conspiracy to murder?

I take it by your silence
that you do not.

Members of the jury,
I must warn you,

not to let the events of today

taint what you would otherwise
consider as solid evidence,

and I also must direct that
in contemplating your verdict,

you disregard the fact

that Mr McGregor was found
in contempt by this court

and disregard the fact that he may
face charges of perjury.

You must rely on the solid evidence.

Your Honour...

(Door opens)

Hi, mate.

Hey, Dad.

How's Tara?

She's good.

God says hi.

Ah. Well, give him my regards.

How long will it take for a verdict?

Could be hours, could be days.

I've been thinking I might be ready
to go back to the Bar.

But defence now.

You know what I think
my problem's been?

Ever since I was a kid,

I had this expectation that
I should be happy all the time.

But there's always gonna be
unhappiness in the world.

There's always gonna be shit we cry
about, shit we ought to cry about.

What business do we have wanting to
be happy 100% of the time?

Hmm? So, what do you reckon?

70/30, happiness and unhappiness?

That's realistic, don't you think?

It was Nicole I had the affair with.
Cleaver's Nicole.

What?

She's pregnant and the baby's mine.

I don't know what
she's thinking of doing.

I guess this is part of the 30%.

How say you?

We find the defendant,
Darcy Robert Lachlan,

guilty of conspiracy to murder.

We find the defendant Cleaver Greene
guilty of conspiracy to murder.

(Court exclaims)

Darcy Lachlan, your cooperation
in this matter does you some credit.

I sentence you to ten years
imprisonment

with a non-parole period
of six years.

Cleaver Greene, as a barrister,
you have a duty to this court.

Your conduct has disgraced it
and yourself.

You took the law into your own hands
and now you must pay the penalty.

I sentence you
to 14 years imprisonment

with a non-parole period of eight
years.

(Court exclaims)

Such is life.

Ladies and gentlemen,
as you're aware,

I'm honoured to have been elected

to lead the NSW Parliamentary
Labor Party.

My goals are simple -
to reform this once-great party

and win back the trust
of the people of NSW.

You alright?

OK, then.
You are Lane Hole, aren't you?

Good.

Evening, boys.

(Lock clunks)

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