All language subtitles for Crownies s01e07.eng

Oh, the Mervich case!

The one with the guy who got bashed
with the boltcutters.

The evidence is pretty clear.

I mean, the guy was living
in the middle of nowhere

with two crazy sisters who belted
him dead with the boltcutter.

We always copped it worse
when he drank.

Heather-Marie, she just...

..she picked up the boltcutters
and she got him.

The defendant's sister
was also in the house

at the time of the offence.

She has been in a coma
since the night in question,

but she may soon be in a position
to make a statement

which could have
a critical impact on the Crown case.

Dick.

That's it.

Gloves are off.

I'm so scared.
Don't be a child.

I didn't just peel off
imaginary gloves.

I took Jimmy Butcher
up to the office after the party.

You showed him the file?

He says he got
an anonymous text about it,

but he might just be protecting me.

(Gasps)

Are you OK?

Should I call someone?
No, it's fine. It'll pass.

I'm on IVF.

� Theme music

� What do I do
Stand in a shop

� Waiting for that money to drop

� Stand all day on a concrete slate

� My feet are aching
Don't get a break

� Singing what do I do?

� What am I to do?

� What do I do?

� What am I to do?

GROUP: � What do I do?

� What am I...

� ..to do? �

11:13 PM.

Dennis Vatalidis - victim.
Tina Chang - witness.

The accused - Jason Bartovik,
your stock-standard meth junkie.

The accused apprehended
an hour later.

Witness can identify him
by his voice

and distinctive tattoos on his arm.
Must remember to get my tat removed.

You ever prepped a witness
for a murder trial?

No, but I assume
the basic principle's the same?

Exactly. Focus on the facts,
detach from the emotions.

I am Detachable Man.

Try not to lose the witness
this time.

Miss Chang, Richard Stirling.

I'm the instructing solicitor
on this case.

Good, you can tell me why the fuck
I'm here. Um, OK.

Well, today is about
me going through your statements,

making sure it's accurate

and assessing your credibility
and likeability as a witness,

no offence, before we go to trial.

There's no need to be nervous.
I'm not nervous.

Good.

If you think I'm going to court,
you're dumber than you look.

Tea?

Oh, bugger!

Oh, come on.

Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger!

Nobody wants to hear
about your weekend.

When you're done with the sugar...

Clearly you need it more than I do.

Clearly you've decided to save me
from the scourge of milky coffee.

It's for my witness, Tatum!

Oh, thank God for that.

Who knows when lactose intolerance
may have struck?

Who knows what plans
God has for you?

Aren't you meant to be prepping
the service station murder witness?

On my way!
Tatum.

A word?

Morale - esprit de corps.

You understand the concept?

Dissension in the ranks
flies in the face of our mission.

Interesting choice of words.
Very egalitarian.

Someone assaulted someone else
by tattooing their penis?

Hey, um, sorry, have you seen
a short Asian woman,

mid-20s, probably angry?

Have you lost another witness?

No, no, she's just stepped out
for a minute.

Any personal issues between staff

which can't be resolved
in a mature...

Richard,
what on earth are you doing?

You haven't seen Tina Chang,
have you?

Six bail applications and an appeal
against sentence. For tomorrow.

2pm in the District Court.

Have you seen my witness?
You lost another one?

Shut up. She's 24, Asian.

Well, is she hot?

Put the train down!

Sorry. What are you doing in here?

People out there were staring at me.

Why are there so many clocks
and trains in here?

Tina, please, it's not appropriate
for you to be here.

It's not appropriate for me
to go to court.

We can discuss
all of this in my office.

We just need to go now, please?
You got ten minutes.

Great.
Don't touch me.

Just remember,
when the press vultures descend,

put your head down, say nothing,
push through.

If you're nervous,

I might be prevailed on
to share my good luck chocolate.

I'd never come
between a woman and her chocolate.

Erin O'Shaughnessy.

Yes. What?

You've waited till today.
Oh, of course it has.

I'll let Mr Kowalski know.

Let Mr Kowalski know what?

The defence
are asking for a voir dire,

claiming Heather-Marie's insane.

Not guilty,
by reason of mental impairment.

What the fuck?
It's the first morning of the trial.

It's a ballsy move. What disorder?

Schizophrenia.

So what happens now?
We adjourn for the day?

Yes. It's a two-step process.

Both sides get a forensic
psychologist to give an opinion,

and then we go to a fitness hearing.

To see if she's capable of
participating in a trial.

Exactly. And if we get through that,
then we go to a hearing before a jury

where the defence runs with
mental impairment.

So the defence try to prove
Heather-Marie

wasn't responsible for her actions -
no guilty mind, no murder.

What about Joanne?

They're both still being
tried together,

so it's an issue
we're going to have to deal with.

You ever heard of
Dr Karina Bracht?

Isn't she the one
they call the Fuhrer?

Yeah, not within earshot.

How about you take me through
the events leading up to the murder?

Why? I told you
I'm not going to court.

Frankly, you don't have a choice.
You've been subpoenaed.

You know, the vast majority
of victims find that

telling their story helps them
move on from the trauma.

Maybe if you tried to imagine
yourself back there?

It's just after 11pm.

What are you doing?

Stacking the fridge.

Mr Vatalidis is behind the counter,
talking about his kid doing the HSC.

Um, there's a bang.
This guy comes in, screaming.

He's wearing a mask
like a horror movie.

You're doing well.

He points the shotgun at us.
That's how I see the tattoo.

This one here?

Um, what else do you remember?
Ah, sounds?

Smell?

OK, so a smell.

Is it his body odour? His clothes?

Uh, something rotting.

His breath?

What does he want?

Well, the safe, but, um...
I don't know the numbers,

And Mr Vatalidis, you know,
he's pretending.

And, you know, he just should have
given him the money.

He points the gun at me.

Um... Mr Vatalidis,
he tried to protect me.

I found bits of his brain
in my hair.

And then, um...

..you run into the workshop.

What happens there?

The CCTV footage shows him
following you in there immediately.

Did you shut the door
before he got in?

I locked it, alright?

Now I've told you everything
I remember. That's all you need.

Can I go?

She's definitely traumatised, but
Heather-Marie is able to perceive

the nature of the crime
she's been charged with.

What about the basic difference
between right and wrong?

She knows what she and Joanne
planned and committed was wrong.

And the hallucinations the defence
claims she's been having?

In my opinion, she's experiencing
a form of psychosis.

She's created a fantasy version
of events to help her cope

with the brutality of the murder.

Sorry, isn't that insanity?

Clinically, perhaps.

But the fact that an accused person
suffers from a delusion

doesn't necessarily
make them unfit for trial.

What?

So you can be hearing voices

and still be legally allowed
to stand trial?

If Heather-Marie went crazy
because of what she and Joanne did,

that leaves no scope
for the mental impairment defence.

Well, what if she's mentally unwell
because of brain damage?

She was in a coma for several weeks.

Again, not mentally impaired
in a legal sense.

OK, but Heather-Marie
was brutalised for years.

How can we tell
she wasn't insane before,

leading her to commit the crime?

Two masters, one PhD
and 28 years of practice.

That doesn't answer my question.
Would you like me to ask again?

To give a simple example, in both
her police and clinical interviews

Heather-Marie's heavenly visitations

were mentioned only after
the murder.

OK. Let's talk
Battered Woman Syndrome.

You're out of luck there.
Heather-Marie checks all the boxes.

She's a classic case.

You'd have to be blind
not to see that.

So Dr Bracht, for the purposes
of tomorrow's hearing,

in your undeniably professional
opinion?

Heather-Marie Stone
is fit to stand trial.

Thank you.

I spoke to the detective in charge.

That room that Tina ran into
doesn't have a lock.

Shock and adrenaline
might have led to

flawed perception and false memory.

Possibly. Or she's lying.

Well, what's your theory?

I was hoping you could help me out
with that.

Think outside the square, Richard.

Is there anything unusual about
her evidence, any unspoken cues?

Well, Tina said she smelt his breath.

Something rotting.

Powerful halitosis.
Well, it would have to be.

On the CCTV footage, she's at least
a metre away from him at all times.

Unless he followed her
into the room.

What's the gap between the murder
and Tina calling the police?

Six minutes.

Anything could have happened
in that room.

He could have beaten her, raped her,

threatened her or her family
if she told.

Or maybe she knows Jason Bartovik.

Maybe they're friends,
and she doesn't want to turn him in.

Whatever happens, she needs to make
a second statement to the police.

Well, won't that destroy her
credibility as a witness?

If we don't cover our arses,
the defence'll find all the holes.

For want of a better expression.

Without her identification of him,
we have very little.

Do whatever you have to.

Your Honour, the defendant
blacked out his number plate

and ran a red light at high speed

with one finger upraised
for the photo.

Learned counsel for the appellant

tries to excuse this
as an act of high spirits.

It worries me to think
how his client

might have behaved
had he been depressed.

We are told the original judgement of
a one-month custodial sentence

is somehow impinging
on his client's career prospects,

a career which has thus far
consisted of social welfare.

What does the Crown suggest,
Miss Novak?

That the original sentence
was in fact too lenient,

and needs to be increased.

The appellant's actions were done
with utter contempt

for both the law
and any innocent lives

that he may have impacted
with a willfully reckless act.

I suggest Your Honour
give greater weight

to the principles
of general and specific deterrence

over and above
the need for rehabilitation.

Yes, well I'm afraid
the death penalty

hasn't been an option
in this country

for over 50 years,
Miss Novak.

The respondent's solicitor
has argued her case -

perhaps a little more passionately
than normal

in a matter of this nature,

but effectively nonetheless.

Willful contempt of the law
as demonstrated by the appellant

is inexcusable,

and in light of the appellant's
numerous prior convictions,

the sentence is increased
to seven months imprisonment.

Remove the prisoner.

This is bullshit.
I've told you everything I remember.

I just need to clear up
a few more questions.

Then why the escort?

I'll explain everything
at the police station.

You fucking bastard!

I knew you wouldn't come
if I told you the truth.

I'm sorry, but this is my job.

And you're supposed to be
one of the good guys.

The defence is going to grill you.

I need to make sure
that your evidence is clear.

Good luck.
Tina, let me be very clear.

Without your evidence,
Jason Bartovik will not go to jail.

As if I'm going to believe
anything you say ever again.

I'm not lying. You're all we've got.

I just need you
to walk me through that night.

It's OK.

Everything's been cleaned.

Come on.

(Echoes of shouting voices)

See, there's no blood now.

You said when Mr Vatalidis was shot
you ran in here?

Tina, can you come in here just for
a moment just to clear this up?

I need you to show me
how you locked the door.

Why?

Tina, there's no lock on this door.

See? You need a padlock.

I need to go.

Did he follow you in here?

Tina, it's OK.

Tina!

Tina.

He followed me...

The door, I shut it,
but he got in.

There was blood on the mask
and on the gun and on me,

and I tried to hide, but...

I know what he did.
You don't have to say it.

You don't know anything...

He...

He shoved the shotgun up me,
alright?

Public service announcement.

Guess who got an extra six months
custodial sentence?

Are those new shoes?

One pair for each extra month
in custody.

Ooh, these are gorgeous!

Ah, is Con aware that your shopping
addiction has reached critical mass?

My plastic. Not his problem.

Should probably put that
in a prenup.

Can I borrow these? I'm due in court
in an hour. Dress to impress.

What size are you?
Eight.

You're dreaming.
Back to my astounding victory.

Mmm.
Party time's over.

Oh, sorry.

Now, that's what happens
when you don't get any.

She's such a cow.

(Bird chirps)

Now the fitness hearing's
not adversarial,

so Judge Rosenberg'll probably want
to keep a pretty tight rein on us.

Given the jury's
not required at this stage,

I assume he'll cross-examine too?

I've never met a judge who didn't
like the sound of their own voice.

And Joanne...
In the dock.

Why the dock?
Why not? She's the co-accused.

Heather-Marie, do you understand

the nature of the crime
you've been charged with?

I've been charged with murder.

And you entered a plea
to that charge, did you not?

Yes. Not guilty.

Now, you're aware that my role,
as prosecutor in this trial,

is to prove you are,
in fact, guilty?

Yes.

But I can see you're a good man.

You'll do what's best for us.

Mrs Stone, can you point out
what people do in the courtroom?

Mr Blackwood is my lawyer.

Joanne, you're calling her
my co-accused.

And are you aware that
if you're found guilty,

my role is to decide
on your sentence?

Yes. But it's OK.

Me and Joanne, we're going home.

Clearly in Rosenberg's world,

people are probed by aliens in
cornfields and Elvis still lives.

There was nothing in her evidence

to suggest
she's incapable of standing trial.

She thinks
she and Joanne are going home.

You're putting
your own spin on her words.

Isn't that exactly what we do?

Interpret and spin out
a version which suits us?

Is it the system
or our methods of prosecution

you're railing against here?

It's the same problem. The law
is supposed to protect victims.

If it's not working, we change it.

I started out feeling the same way.

But you soon learn that
you won't survive as a trial lawyer

if you're ruled by your heart.

Atticus?

Despite all evidence
of utter insanity,

Heather-Marie is fit to stand trial.

Cream of chicken. Get rid of it.

Sorry, can you close the door?

Are you, you know...

Choose your euphemism
very carefully.

Sigourney Weaver in Alien 3?

Regretting I came back
for another sequel?

I was going for 'implanted'.

Janet, that's fantastic.

Thank you, but that information
is not to leave my office.

Cone of silence. How many weeks?

Seven. What time's your hearing?
Tomorrow at ten.

Then you have
a lot of preparation to do.

I do. Thanks, Janet.

(Phone rings)

Tatum.

Photocopy it in triplicate.

Richard!

Can I kick you out for half an hour?

Ah, what?

You look like shit.

How'd you go with Tina Chang?

I'm a complete bastard.

I'd quite like to lose my accused.

You're the expert. Any tips?

The boltcutter babes?

A file hidden inside a cake.

We should make a traumatised women
drinking game.

What, take one drink for battery,
two for rape?

Three for insanity?

We'd be drunk all day.

(Knock at door)

Erin, Detectives Moretti and Liu
would like to talk to you.

Took them long enough.
In the meeting room?

At the station.

We could have done this at the DPP.

Had to squeeze you in
at the last minute. Sorry.

Please take a seat.

I assume that we don't have to
tell you why you're here?

Legally speaking, actually, you do.

But given you've waited weeks
to interview me

and have chosen an intimidating
location to do so,

I'd say I'm your main suspect.

Why don't you tell us
what you remember

about the night of
the Christmas party?

Unfortunately,
very little after around 11pm.

I met Jimmy Butcher at the party.

We drank a lot, talked about
the dark side of the job.

Including the AG brief?

Not that I'm aware of.

The next thing I remember clearly

is waking up at home
without my lingerie.

The next morning
I saw the underwear in the office.

I spoke to Jimmy
and he confirmed we'd had sex.

Are you in the habit of drinking to
the point of blacking out?

What about bringing men
up to the DPP for sex?

No, not that it's
any of your business.

Did you leave Jimmy Butcher alone
in the office at any time?

I honestly don't know, but I do know
I didn't leak the file.

Given your Christmas cheer,

how exactly do you come
to that conclusion?

I asked Jimmy.

Right.

And you believed him?

I have to.

It's customary to knock.

Yes, Tatum?

I photocopied the depositions
in triplicate,

and was wondering if there's
anything else I can do.

Appeal books.
The staples are wrongly placed.

I'll get to it
first thing tomorrow morning.

Tracey, where's Atticus?

At my sister's place.

Holiday? Will he be back soon?

Of course.

Mrs Chang? Ah, I'm so sorry
to bother you so early.

My name's Richard Stirling.
Mum? Mum.

I'm from the Department of
Public Prosecutions.

Tina, please open the door.

I will deal with him.
Please go have breakfast.

(Faint arguing)

What are you doing here?

This is a booklet on support
for victims of crime.

There's... there's a number you can
call for Victim's Services.

I spoke to them about counselling
for you, for when you're ready.

This is the application form
for compensation.

As a victim of a violent crime,
you're entitled to money.

You and your family
could move if you wanted.

You just have to tell the police
what happened.

So you really are just a bastard.

Joanne's my baby sister.

I'm supposed to protect her.

So you decided it was time
to finally protect Joanne

from your husband's abuse?

Ray came in.

I said, 'I've made your favourite
for tea.'

But he wanted to check
the fence first.

I was supposed to do it,

but the angels,
they grabbed the boltcutters first.

They chose Joanne.

She's always been little, see?
So they gave her strength.

They brought her arms up,

up, up,

up and down.

Ray fell on the ground.

Jeez, you could smell them.

Stank real bad.

You're referring to the angels?

No, the demons.

Every hit they came out of him.

They kept screaming.

Terrible sound.

Now, you've said the angels
chose Joanne.

What did the angels do for you?

I fell into the angel's wings.

They closed my eyes, my ears.

When I woke...

..no more screaming.

Heather-Marie, when did the angels
first appear to you?

A year or so back.

Ray was in one of his moods.

I was at the dam.

They came out of the water and
told me everything would work out.

Can I see Ray now?

It's all over.

If Heather-Marie's found not guilty
by reason of mental impairment,

what happens to her?

Custodial supervision order.

A mental institution?

How long would
the supervision order last?

Well, the prisoner can apply
for a variation or revocation,

but the court has to be satisfied

that both the public safety
and her own are not endangered.

So she stays in the loony bin
until she can prove she's not crazy?

There's a major review of the order
after a nominal turn.

Nominal being?

Maybe 20, 25 years.

25 years with no parole?

No time off for good behaviour?
No rehabilitation?

Mental institutions
have come a long way since Bedlam.

It still doesn't seem just.

And we're back to
the failings of the system.

We're trying to prove
Heather-Marie's not insane

so we can jail her,
potentially for life.

The defence are trying
to prove she is insane -

so they can lock her
in the loony-bin,

potentially for life.

So who exactly
is on Heather-Marie's side?

Well,

looks like we're about to find out -
the jury's back.

Stop smiling at the accused.

I can't help it.

Here we go.

We have a verdict.

Will the defendant please rise?

Members of the jury,
have you agreed on a verdict?

We have.
How say you?

We find the accused,
Heather-Marie Stone,

not guilty
on grounds of mental impairment.

(Hushed muttering)

If we force Tina to take
the witness box, she'll abscond.

We need to ask for an adjournment.

On what grounds?

PTSD, systems abuse syndrome, stomach
flu, whatever we can get away with.

I know this wrecks the entire case,

but I've done everything in my power
to change her mind.

If you want to fire me now,

then I'd probably kiss your feet,
because this case is fucking awful!

I'll get the adjournment.

You set up a meeting with Tina Chang
in my office for two o'clock.

Well, nothing you say
is going to change her mind.

Then we have to find another tactic.

Drag her kicking and screaming
if you have to. Go.

Detective Inspector Allen, please.

(Bird chirping)

Roman law
created the insanity defence,

because they believed
madness was a divine punishment.

The Romans also used to feed people
to the lions for sport.

Exactly.
Even brutal and bloodthirsty,

they understood that
it's morally unacceptable

to add punishment to those
who have been punished enough.

Heather-Marie will get better
psychiatric care in an institution

than she would ever get in prison.

For the rest of her life,
whether she wants it or not.

The cause of her trauma is gone.

The likelihood of her reoffending
is minimal.

You really should
work for the defence.

You know the pay is better, right?

You know I would have gone after
Ray Stone with boltcutters, too.

It's a little difficult to
imagine you in the situation though.

You'd be surprised.

Historically speaking,

I make a beeline for the wrong man
every time.

And always share far too much
personal information.

That's part of your charm.

You can't keep forcing me
to come here.

Did you have a look
at the pamphlets?

I can help you fill in the forms.

Are you allowed to do that?

It's slightly outside
our normal boundaries.

Hi, Tina. Thanks for coming in.
I'm Janet.

Ah, would you like a cup of tea?
Richard can organise it.

Um, yeah... yeah sure.

Janet?

I've got a Mrs Vatalidis.

She'd like to speak to someone
about her husband's case?

Yes, of course.

Mrs Vatalidis.

I'm Janet King.
I'm prosecutor for this case.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but the police just told me
the trial's been adjourned.

They wouldn't say why.

Why don't you come to my office.
We can clear everything up.

But you know who murdered
my husband. I don't understand.

Tina?

Mrs Vatalidis.

My poor girl.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry
you had to see it.

I've been trying to help.

You are helping the police and
the lawyers. What more can you do?

Con?

You'd better prepare
for a patented Tatum vent,

'cause you're gonna get one.

Baby, come here, quick.
I taught him a trick.

Sing, Atty, sing. Sing, Atty.

Sing.
(Whistles)

He twittered just before, I swear.

Alright, I've been doing some
research on the net.

Did you know in Thailand they have
bird-singing competitions?

What?

First,
I can't get a rise out of Tracey,

and now I have to share my home with
the Con and Atty show - perfect.

Tracey hasn't said anything?

Nothing. It's like she doesn't even
care about her stupid bird.

No, shhh! He can hear you.

Please tell me those aren't worms

vomiting their diseases
on my expensive rug.

No.

Good boy, Atticus! Good boy.
Here you go.

Good boy.

Look, if Tracey doesn't care,
can we keep him?

Good boy, Atty. Come here.

The blood test taken the next day

recorded the accused as having
a blood alcohol reading of 0.09.

I object, Your Honour.

Whether my client was drunk at the
time of tattooing is not relevant.

Your Honour, it's extremely relevant.

The level of Mr Smith's intoxication
speaks to his judgement and intent

at the time of locking
Mr Lee in the back room.

Conjecture, Your Honour.

My client maintains the locking up
was merely a drunken game.

And the accused's intention of
tattooing the offensive image.

Your Honour, my client's intent to
tattoo the image is not in question.

We maintain that Mr Lee
requested the specific design.

Yeah, he asked for it.
I'm the victim here.

Ah, Mick Lee specifically asked

for a tattoo of a forty centimetre
penis on his back?

Your Honour, that question
has already been answered.

According to the evidence,

Mr Lee wanted a sword
and a decorative skull.

Nuh. Nuh, he come up to me
and was just like, 'Oi, Brento,

I want a big dick on me back.'

(Muffled laughter)

Mr Lee maintains that after
the painful four-hour tattoo session,

you, Mr Smith,
slapped him on the bottom.

Bullshit. I'm not a poof.

I object. My client maintains

he gave Mr Lee
a friendly pat on the lower back.

And said, 'You'll never forget
this tatt, you wanker.'

I object.
Mr Lee was intoxicated at the time.

His memory's in question.

Look, I gave myself
a pat on the back after that job.

That's a top tatt.

Then why is Mr Lee undergoing
laser tattoo removal?

I object, Your Honour.

Unless the Crown is suggesting my
client is psychic...

Me mum was.

..how can he possibly comment on
Mr Lee's private thoughts?

Miss Corvini, leave your theatrics
for another courtroom.

Mr Smith,
answer the Crown's question.

Mr Smith?

'Cause he's a dumb fuck.

Excuse the French, Your Majesty.

Ah, flat white, double shot, please.

Only a double?
I mustn't be doing my job.

Can I have a long black, please?

So how'd you get
stuck with this case?

Oh, it's a pecking order issue.
I'm one of the lower-ranking hens.

Well, at least it's entertaining.
Your client's a moron.

The victim isn't any better. I would
have tattooed a dick on him, too.

So I assume you're not here
to swap hilarious evidence photos?

No, I have instructions to make
a plea offer for my client.

He's suddenly seen
the error of his ways?

Something like that.

So if you're amenable,
we'll get a plea date?

Sure, come to the DPP,
chat with Janet.

We don't need to waste taxpayers'
money on this.

Well, that's very
civil-minded of you.

You'll make Director yet.
God, I hope not.

Tatum.

I want you to be the first
to meet Scout.

Scout?

Oh, I thought you would have read
the book, smart girl like you.

What about Atticus?

He's having such a wonderful time
on holiday

I thought I'd leave him there.

Yes, you're beautiful, aren't you?

Who's a beautiful girl?

He'll plead to the assault.

All three counts.
If you drop false imprisonment.

He locked his drunk mate in a room
until he agreed to get a tattoo.

Agreed. Precisely.

Mick Lee didn't agree to get a dick
with a mouthful of teeth

tattooed on his back.

God, is this why
we went to law school?

Have you seen the Supermax
prison guards?

If it came down to seducing them
or my lawyer, I would...

Hello, stranger.
You coming over to the dark side?

Mm, plea bargain. Hello, Erin.

Oh, hi. What's this about
seducing hot Supermax guards?

Silverwater.

Joanne Mervich has been trying to
use her feminine wiles on the guards

and her barrister.
Ari Badrossian?

God, she must be desperate.

Trial's adjourned for six weeks.
Not a lot to do in prison.

Aren't you supposed to be
prepping a robbery case today?

Mmm. Surprisingly, I got bumped.

Are you still OK to pick up
the kids? Yeah, six o'clock.

Can't forget soccer training.

So, what do you say?

My client pays a heavy fine,
has his tattoo licence revoked?

Deal. Janet says she's happy
to sign off on my decision.

Elvis must have
a lot of faith in you.

The King. Clever.

There are less flattering names,
trust me.

Well, you've got a hell of a track
record. Why all the crappy cases?

I've only been back from 'mummyland'
for a little while.

You know what the old boys'
network's like.

Punishing you for daring to breed?

And dragging said womb
back into the courtroom.

Don't get me wrong,
my kids are amazing.

I don't regret my decision.

Yeah, but it's not exactly fair,
is it?

Being the primary carer

while your husband's career
takes off. Mm.

Um...
I knew I liked you for a reason.

I'll, um... I'll try giving
Janet's mobile another call.

Janet King?

And we drop that for what?

You're doing the right thing.

Not just for Mrs Vatalidis,
for yourself.

I told my parents last night.

I've never seen my Dad cry before.

I'm sorry.
One assault charge?

That sounds fair.

Remember - stick to the truth.

Janet will take you through
step by step.

Can I...
can I look at you in court?

Sure.
I'll be the bastard without the wig.

Yeah, draft the plea summary up.
I'll come in and sign off on it.

Thanks, Lina.

OK, Tina, as we discussed earlier,
expect a direct examination from me.

Argh!

You alright?
Ah, yes. Sorry. Sorry.

Um, OK, I want you
to make your story concise.

It'll keep the jury on side

and limit the scope of
the defence's cross-examination.

Tina. Tina, it's OK.

(Brakes squeal)
(Metal crunch)

Three broken ribs, a fractured tibia
and concussion.

I assume the defence has already
requested a nolle prosequi

on the basis
the main witness is unavailable?

Justice Stanton's willing to adjourn
until Tina Chang's well enough.

Well, should I hold my breath?
Seven, eight weeks tops.

That's assuming
she's still willing to testify.

Under the circumstances,

I think we can request
a remote witness video link.

Well, I look forward to reading
the catchy headlines tomorrow.

We can't be held responsible for a
witness stepping in front of a car.

We can and will be held responsible
for anything negative,

until this whole leaked memo disaster
clears up.

Should I hold my breath?

Here.

You keep a bottle?

It's Tony's stash.
Don't tell anyone.

Time to grow a pair, Richard.

Sorry?

All the hospital expenses
are covered

by the crime victim's compensation,

and you've organised counselling...
How did you know that?

..and in the meantime,
the accused stays locked up.

So this is a win?

It's not a loss.

You won Tina's trust.
You got her to court.

Yeah, where she was hit by a car
after I lied to her

and made her relive the most
traumatic experience of her life.

18-month-old girl.

Internal bleeding, gonorrhoea,
damaged organs.

The uncle said he was teaching her
not to be a dyke like her mother.

Some cases get under your skin.

You just have to
find a way to deal with it.

Well, like Tony's way?

It's common. Not recommended.

And occasionally, you have to be
tough for the greater good.

Lecture over.
David needs his adjournment memo.

Janet, how do you deal with it?

Illegitimi non carborundum.

Sorry?

Richard. Memo. Now.

(Gasps)

Ah, Janet? Can I grab you
to sign off on that plea bargain?

Pen.

What, don't you want to read over it?

I have every faith
in your abilities.

Darling, it's, um... it's me.
I think there's something wrong.

Can you meet me at the hospital?
Thanks.

There you are.

I'm thinking cheese,
I'm thinking meat,

I'm thinking minimal vegetables...

Don't you always?

You, me, pizza, vino, chick flick.

Tempting, but I can't.
I'm having dinner with Paula.

Oh. Instant besties, just add water.

I know. It's like going on a date
without the nervous hope of a shag.

If only the crims knew we were all
secretly friends behind the scenes.

Drop the tone, young lady.

Trust me, outside the courtroom,
Paula's great fun.

Yeah, I'll believe it when I see her
riding a mechanical bull.

Well, who knows
what the night might bring?

So, Rhys is home with the kids?
Well, I assume so.

What, you think he'll get lonely?

Wouldn't have a clue.
We're not besties.

Don't wait up.

Not that I give a shit, but your
court documents are officially done

as per finch face's instructions.

What the hell are you doing?

I've been working my gym toned arse
down to the ground on your behalf

all afternoon.

This is where you attempt to come
back at me

with almost witty repartee.

She could have died.

I should have done contract law,
or estate planning.

Farming sheep.

Alright, get up.

We're going to get a drink.
No arguments.

No, leave your jacket.

If the cleaners take it,
it'll be a blessing to fashion.

What does
'illegitimi non carborundum' mean?

It's not even real Latin. 'Don't
let the bastards grind you down'.

How come you know that and I don't?

Because you're Rain Man. If it's not
a statistic, it doesn't exist.

You might be a social retard,
but you're a good solicitor.

My witness got hit by a car.
True.

Where's Con?
Buying bird toys.

I can't believe you stole Atticus.

I don't like being bullied.

Oh, I take my hat off
to your insanity.

Does Tracey know it was you?

That's the bizarre thing.
I don't know. Best poker face ever.

I think she won.

This time.

I shouldn't have been surprised.
Stealing Atticus?

No. Tina and the car.

The life of Richard

is one of constant screw ups
and embarrassments. Stop.

Remind me to tell you
about my high school years

when we're a little bit more drunk.

Everybody has trauma.

How do you imagine
my high school years?

Um, for some reason
I see a cheerleading outfit.

Brace yourself. Nobody liked me.

Did you insult their clothes?

I wasn't from old money,
first settler skippy stock.

And my Dad had a...

..colourful...

..past, yes.

Very much past.

My Dad's off limits.
You crossed the line, Richard.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

Nobody gets to say
anything about him but me.

Aye aye, Captain.

You know, if we merged our
DNA together somehow,

we'd make the perfect lawyer.

Your detailed mind and my
debating skills and good looks.

I think that's called breeding.

Are you hitting on me?
'Cause I am not that drunk.

Neither am I.

Good, 'cause I need your help.
Get the cage.

Shit!
Shut up!

It wasn't my fault!

How the hell did you get him
out of here during office hours?

Classified information.

(Bird twitters)

Shut your beak!

Why don't you give him something
to shut him up?

I am an animal lover, Richard.

Shh, careful, careful.

Careful. OK, we're clear.

Hey, hey.

Alright, let's do this.
Let's do this quickly.

Ready?

Gentle.

How are we supposed to get him
into the cage with the other bird?

There's no 'we' in 'Richard'.

I'm not always going to be
your slave, you know.

Come here. Come on.

Shh, shh, shh.

Come here. It's alright.

It's alright, shh, shh.

I've missed this.

Ouch!

He bit me!

Technically, they pecked you.
Ohh!

Oi, you dropped this.

That's not mine.

No, it's mine, idiot.

Your apartment.

You know, if you want to
crash, or...

Tatum.
Just remember you're gay.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, um, I'd better get
a DPP sympathy card for Tina.

Oh, that's a good excuse
for why we're here after hours.

Now, you two don't say anything.
This is gonna be our little secret.

Hi.
Hi.

Is this yours?

Did anyone else see this?

No! No, no. I've just been
waiting to catch you alone.

It was your grandfather
and not Mr Cooper

who behaved in a provocative
manner that night, wasn't it?

No! You're wrong.

I thought we couldn't talk.
I'm bending the rules.

You're sleeping with
Rosenberg's associate!

Look, there's no pillow talk
going on, OK!

Don't ask me to clean up for you
this time, Ben.

There's no strings to pull in the
Supreme Court. You're on your own.

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