All language subtitles for Crownies s01e16.eng

MAN: Jake Gardiner
and his brother Max

were wrestling when Max
strangled him. Coroner's report?

Cause of death was
manual asphyxiation, an accident.

Max Gardiner is a bully
and a troublemaker,

but we have no real evidence
that paints him as a murderer.

WOMAN: It's right at the end
of the tape.

He cries for three minutes
and then just drops the act.

What happened is an accident.

None of this bullshit
is gonna bring him back.

She's in denial!
She's a grieving mother.

I reckon she'll crack
if we really push her. No!

My sister has been arrested.

Heroin?

She needs help.

Andy Campbell will brief you
on Mrs Wallace.

How many kids?
Two. Drugged and smothered.

Shit. Sorry!

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♪ My feet all aching
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♪ Singing what do I do? ♪

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WOMAN: How long could
we survive without water?

MAN: Three to five days.

And food?

Four weeks. Longer for me -
I'm fitter than you.

(Laughs)
You got the brawn, I got the brains.

I like your brain.

Erin could bring us supplies.

Erin has a very big mouth.
Everyone would find out.

Yeah, tres scandalous.

What would Tracey say?

Eugh.

You could write me a sick note.

'Lina Badir has been struck down...

Yeah, I could do that.
Mmm?

Especially if it means you're not
going to be seeing Sherlock.

Dylan Thorne?
Mmm.

I'm not a serial cop-rooter, Andy.

Just as well. My gun's
bigger than his, anyway.

Oh!

I need him. He's helping me
keep society safe

from the world's
smallest psychopath.

(Mobile ringtone)

That is a really shithouse alarm!

(Laughs)
I know! I sleep through it daily.

(Giggles)
OK.

Up you get. You can't hide forever.

We can try.

Hey, Harry.
Lydia's run away with Wickham.

(Sensor beeps)
(Sighs)

Silly girl. Bringing her family
into disrepute.

I don't know. You gotta look at the
parents before you blame the kids.

Not always, Harry.

Janet's not in yet, is she?
Been here since 7:00.

Oh, shit!

They've been in there for some time.
(Sighs)

Too much extra-curricular
activity to hear the alarm?

You, moral high-ground?
No leg to stand on.

Serves you right for having sex.

Who's having sex?
BOTH: No-one.

So the end of the police interview,
Max switches off his grief. Sorry.

Not exactly evidential gold.

True, but it's persuasive
to a jury that he's faking it.

Aside from whether
there's enough evidence

for a jury to convict
an 11-year-old,

the issue at the committal

will be whether Max knew what
he was doing was seriously wrong.

Max is in State care,

and Virginia is now split
from Sean, living with Ella.

Really? That's new.

Your husband trying to get your son
put away will strain the marriage.

Yes, Harry?

What, now? No, OK,
that's fine. Thank you.

I think I'm going mad.

I keep reliving the past where

everything's the same,
but different.

Ella had this blistering rash
years ago when she was two,

and the doctor had
no idea what it was.

He thought maybe it
was bullous impetigo.

But now I'm thinking
what if it wasn't?

What if it was a burn?

I... I didn't see her get burnt,

but what if...

I haven't been a good mother.

Virginia.

I drank
when I was pregnant with Max, OK?

Not just a glass of wine at dinner.

We were on holiday in Mauritius.
I didn't even know I was pregnant.

We were smashed for weeks.

Lots of mothers drink
before they know.

Did you?

Lots of mothers don't have affairs.

Lots of mothers
don't allow their family

to be completely
and utterly destroyed.

I miss Jake.

(Sobs)
I miss him. I miss him so much.

None of this is your fault.

What am I going to tell this child?

(Sniffles)

Virginia, why are you here?

Max...

Max?

I keep all
our family photos on my laptop,

and last night I found it
in his room.

And what had he done?

(Sobs)
He...

He'd erased Jake's face.

Somehow he'd blacked it out
in every photo.

I mean, maybe Max was...
Maybe he was...

I can't talk about this to anyone.

What would I say to my mother,
to my friends?

I just... there's just nobody
I can... nobody I can even...

If you're having doubts,
any at all,

then coming in was
the right thing to do.

(Sobs)

It is po... possible.

It's possible Max...

killed Jake.

Deliberately.

But I'm not sure.
I'm not sure.

I mean, how can anyone know?
But you do...

Nobody could know.
You do think it's possible.

Virginia?

Yes.

Maybe.

(Sirens wail)

So this guy, Mr Hush, right?

He burns down his ex-wife's home...

Conrad is such a prick sometimes.

He's dropped his wallet
and left a petrol can

with his fingerprints on it.

You saw him. He ate
all of my cereal. All of it.

And two witnesses saw him do it.

Did you hear me?
I had no breakfast.

He's totally taking me for granted.

Ah no, he's not, Tate.
He is.

I can't even remember
the last time he said I was hot.

He said it this morning.
What if I'm not?

What?

Hot anymore. Am I?

Uh... Yes, you're...

you're very...

very... nubile.

Well, you know what I mean.

Whatevs.

Sorry, what were you
saying about psycho petrol guy?

Nothing. Just that it's up
for a mention today.

Well at least
you have something good.

When the Finch Grinch dies
and is resurrected,

I hope she comes back as an STD.

I've got the most boring fraud.

When am I going to
get a juicy murder,

or at the very least a manslaughter?

When you're Janet King.
You're not and you got a murder.

And he keeps getting good stuff.

MAN: Have you seen Muffin Man?

Uh, he was with David.
Check this out.

Tracey just gave me a trial listing
notice for the Wallace case.

The kid-smothering Mum.

I thought she was in the loony bin.
Not anymore.

Taking her to the Supreme Court.
See? Tony!

Our mother smotherer
just got listed,

so I was thinking I should
start reviewing the chronology,

summary of the forensics.
That won't be necessary.

I've been talking to Vernon.
We're working through a plea.

When did the defence offer a plea?
They didn't.

But you just said that...
No, I didn't.

OK, I don't understand.

So pretty, and yet not
the brightest crayon in the box.

She smothered her kids, and you
offered a plea to the defence?

Mrs Wallace will plead guilty
to murdering her children,

and the DPP will make a
recommendation to the judge

for a reduced sentence. Easy, see?

This is the Cavafy
homeless murder all over again.

Cavafy! Cavafy! Yeah, you ran out
of that one, remember?

No idea what you're talking about.

Did you get that defendant
to change his mind, too?

God help the next poor bastard
who wants a fair trial.

You want to talk about backflips?

You were running around saying
Mrs Wallace was mentally impaired.

Well she's not now. The
hospital psych said she's healthy

and the committal judge
found she should be tried.

Do you really care about
justice for the kids, Ben,

or you just don't get to dazzle the
court with your McMahon brilliance?

We're taking the plea.
Well I think you're wrong.

Tell it to someone who cares.

(Sirens wail)

G'day, mate. When you on?

Any minute now.
There's a big list. You?

Oh, covering that big
trafficking case, Court Two.

Judge has been reading
submissions for an hour.

OK, then.

Oh, you're kidding me.
Ten bucks that's my defendant.

Determined to plead not guilty
to three counts of arson.

(Laughs)
Good luck, mate.

Oh, hey.
(Both chatter indistinctly)

What's your take on Rosenberg?

The man drowned my phone.

Wait, Julie, please.

I never meant to upset you.

I know.

I'd really like to see you...

You need to make a second
statement to the police.

Detective Thorne can assist you,

and he also needs
to collect that hard drive.

But I've already made one.

Well in your first statement,

you said that Max wasn't
responsible for Jack's death.

Your new statement needs to outline
everything you've just told us.

Essentially, that you
believe it's possible

Max deliberately killed Jake.

Yes, but that's it. Possible.

I'm not saying that I think
it definitely happened.

You still need to make a statement.

Virginia, it's a brave thing
you're doing.

The defence are going
to have a field day

with the fact that you made
a prior inconsistent statement.

They're going to try
and discredit you

as a witness by arguing
that your evidence is unreliable.

To counter this, we need you to be
really firm with your answers.

Tatum, could you please
show Mrs Gardiner out?

Virginia, one more question.

Did any of your children know that
Sean wasn't Max's biological father?

Jake found out.

He overhead Sean and I arguing,
but I don't think that Max knew.

We asked Jake
not to tell him and Ella.

We didn't want him to feel
any different from his siblings.

Thank you for coming in.

I appreciate this hasn't been easy.

(Sighs)
So I guess we have a real chance of going to trial.

Still a far from persuasive case.

What, am I suddenly a receptacle

for all our staff's
second-hand maternity clothes?

But surely Virginia's backflip and
the photos will strengthen the case?

Who in their right mind?

I'm having a child.
I'm not turning into one.

Let's see what
her statement says first.

Her evidence in court
is what matters,

and the photos are
at the very least arguable.

Is it strange for you?
What?

Because Virginia's pregnant too?

No. Why would it be?

How would you like to help me prep
the Gardiner brief for committal?

Uh, no thank you.

It's worth two bail apps
and a mention.

Three bails, two mentions.
Alright, fine.

Oh, what a mess!
I know.

So Sean thinks Max
should be prosecuted,

and Virginia was adamant he
shouldn't but now thinks he should.

And to top it all off, they're
both paying for Max's barrister.

Virginia said she wants him
to have a fighting chance.

While she helps put him away?

Isn't that a bit sick?
You know she's having another boy?

Mmm.

She's doing the right thing.

I know Janet's not convinced,
but just between us,

she's wearing her mother hat,
not her lawyer hat.

You're dead if
she hears you say that.

See? Creepy man-child eyes.

Really?

I think he looks...
No, you're right.

Psycho Smurf.
(Both laugh)

God, can you imagine
having to stand up in court

and give evidence
against your own family? Poor woman.

Much as Tariq has given me plenty of
reasons to want to lock him up, no.

I can't imagine
how horrific that would be.

How is our fiery young friend?

I've hardly spoken to him
since graffiti night.

What's so urgent?

I don't know.
I haven't seen you in ages.

Can I have a hug?

(Laughs)

Peace offering.

What am I, a cliche?

Just eat it.

So, what's been happening?

I've been busy.
Doing what?

I'm not in trouble, OK, Lina?

Alright. I wasn't having a go.

Tell me.
I don't know. Study. Work.

Salwa.
Salwa?

My girlfriend.
Since when?

A month.
Where? How?

She's, um, Fadi's sister.

Good Muslim girl then?

Yeah, of course.
Can I meet her?

Please?
(Sighs) Yeah, OK.

We'll do dinner.

Tomorrow night.

Sounds good.
Bring someone.

Like who?
Are you still single?

You should find someone
before your ovaries dry up.

Thanks.
I'm just saying.

You're not so young anymore.

Kiss me, Erin.

Jimmy, what the fuck?
Kiss me.

Are you on drugs? Go away!

Just one.
I'm not kissing you.

You have before.
And then some.

Not at work.

OK, then, drinks.
I want to celebrate.

Why?
Sorry.

Classified.

Gar's Bar, my shout.
I can't.

I've got too much work to do.

No-one lies on their death bed and
wishes they'd worked more, Erin.

Goodnight.

Fine, but I'm not drinking tonight.

No, it's true. I would rather
my child was murdered

than become a murderer.
Seriously?

Well, yeah, because as the parent,
you'd forever blame yourself.

Yeah, but some parents
give their kids everything

and they still fuck up.

The Menendez brothers,
that Nepalese prince

who took out his family,
Matthew Wales.

You're talking about kids
who had material wealth,

but who were also under
intense parental pressure

to do well academically
and all that.

Max Gardiner just doesn't
fit the profile of a child killer.

Everybody wants to
blame the parents these days. Boring.

Yeah, well, some parents
are to blame.

That's a cop-out, Erin.

Don't do the crime
if you can't do the time.

He's a child.

So was Jake Gardiner.

Tell you what, Ms O'Shaughnessy,

let's have a toast
about not talking about work.

Are you sure there's no alcohol?

Not a skerrick.

Eugh, not as good as the real thing.

Sometimes a different taste can grow
on you, if you give it a chance.

You are such a class act.

(Mobile phone rings)

Mate.

Yeah, I told the subby
I've got two sources,

one at the RTA,
the other, can't say.

But trust me, mate.
The story's watertight.

Yeah, nothing like a deviant
judge to keep things interesting.

Alright.

Yeah, see ya, John.

Tell me! Which judge?

What? Who?

Jimmy, come on!

You're gonna have to work
a little harder than that.

Jimmy Butcher strikes again.

'Serial driving offender
and Supreme Court Judge

Justice Eli Rosenberg's vehicle

was photographed going through
a red light camera at 2:00am

at the intersection of Military Road
and Belmont Road.

After being issued with a $361
red light infringement notice,

and the impending loss
of his final demerit points,

Justice Rosenberg
has claimed a female friend

was driving at the
time of the offence.

Which friend?
Doesn't say.

Naughty Rosie. I want
to know who his lover is.

Clearly it's not his wife.

My money is on Annabel.
His secretary?

Place your bets, people.
Later.

I'm not betting. You rig it.
I never win. Why don't you ask Tony?

Well, Tony can kiss my arse.

I don't want to bet.
The odds are amazing, Erin.

Ben, it's Julie.

Julie was with Rosie that night.

At two in the morning?
There's no fucking way.

I thought you should know.

What, according to who?
Jimmy Butcher?

I can't tell you.
What?

This is fucking bullshit.

What, you're saying
that she's banging him?

You're jealous.
What?

Well, we banged, so what?

Don't start spreading
slanderous shit about Julie

just because you showed me
your lady bits.

Are you sleeping with him?
Have you heard of knocking?

Are you sleeping with him?
I am not answering that question.

Give it a go. Yes or no? Firstly,
I'm not sleeping with my judge,

and secondly if I was,
it would be none of your business.

How did you know it wasn't me?

The 25th. That was the Friday
before the long weekend, yeah? Yes.

And you said you were staying with
your parents at the Blue Mountains,

so I cancelled dinner, you remember?
Yeah.

Because you were with him.
No!

So then what's this?

How many times did you dump him
to see me? None, Ben.

I've never lied to you. I was
at my parents', I swear to God.

So you're telling the truth about
staying at your parents' place,

but you're lying about seeing
him at two in the morning.

Why would you lie for him?

You've never even
had a parking fine, Julie!

Did he force you?
No, of course not.

So tell me why you'd perjure
yourself, risk your job,

your reputation, everything,
unless you were sleeping with him.

Give me something, Julie!

Were you fucking both of us
during the Cooper trial,

or was I just an afterthought?

Leave it. Ben, leave it.

I hope he was worth it.

(Smash!)

(Door slams)

You're such a prick sometimes.

You were there too, you know.

Was I? Don't remember.

Can't have been too mind-blowing.

I am not just another
notch on your bedpost.

I am a class act.

And you know what else? I'm
seeing Jimmy Butcher, and he's a guy,

with good intentions,
who likes me a lot.

So shove that up your bit,
Ben McMahon.

I don't understand
why he had such a go at you.

Because he thinks
the world revolves around him.

Do you think Julie really
is having an affair with Rosie?

Well Jimmy's suss she is.
And you believe him?

He's got no personal stake in it.
Why would he lie?

Besides, he saw them
having a lover's tiff.

(Mobile phone vibrates)

Mmm.
What?

Text from Dylan.
Swoon!

Shut up.

Well, you're allowed to look.

Tell Andy that.

Judgezilla would have
to have rocks in her head

to discharge the Gardiner case
now that we've got Virginia onside.

You got Hansby? She's vicious.

I know.
Good luck.

I've gotta run. You OK?

Mmm.

Erin? Jimmy Butcher.

What about him?

I'm not sure fraternising
with the media is a great idea

right at the moment,
now that David's managed

to convince the court
to move the Quinn trial forward.

Right.
Erin...

What?

If you're going
to continue seeing him,

you might like to be a little
more discreet, that's all.

As the prosecutor for Quinn...

As David's
sacrificial lamb, you mean.

I need to know that nothing
will undermine the Crown case,

especially not more media attention.
Understood?

(Horns honk)

Oh, this is gotta be quick.

I have so much to do
for the Gardiner committal.

I'd never tell Lina this,

but it wouldn't be bad
if it got chucked out.

It's just wrong
seeing a child in the dock.

I mean, he's 11 years old. 11.

And even though he probably
meant to hurt Jake,

I just can't believe that
he truly understood his actions.

If I were Virginia, I'd be moving
interstate to start afresh,

get Max the help he needs.

Just pack the family up?
Just the kids.

What about the father?
No, they're separated.

Right, so you just leave him behind?

I'm suspicious of Sean's motives
in wanting to go after Max anyway.

Because he's not Max's real father?

So unless a parent
conceives a child,

they couldn't possibly
have their best interests at heart?

Come on, Ash.
The same does not apply to us.

OK. So you can make a concession
for me, but not for your case?

This is a completely
different scenario.

Virginia had an affair, and Sean's
behaviour changed towards Max

from the minute he was
in possession of that knowledge.

If you say so.
Bub!

Let's just talk
about something else.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Sean.

Ella admitted to me
that Jake was goading Max

the day that he was killed.

She said that Jake had been teasing
him, telling him he was a bastard.

He said Max wasn't a 'true blood',

and then Ella said that
she warned Jake to stop telling.

So they all knew
Max wasn't your child?

Yeah.

I haven't got Ella to sign
this as a statement yet.

Yeah, well I don't think
she'll retract this time.

She feels safer without Max around.

Do you think the defence will
use this to argue provocation?

If their 'it was all an accident'
argument falls flat, they might.

But we could use it for arguing
motive and therefore show intent.

But to do so, we'd have
to prove that Jake's conduct

induced Max to lose his self-control.

Do you believe me now?

Now that Virginia's been in,
do you believe me?

How much more does she want?

A written confession
in blood from Max?

Mmm, could you get one?
I am a member of the CSIRO alumni.

Uh, good for you.

Something that might help change
our fearless leader's mind.

Let me know how it goes.

(Door opens and closes)

Brain scans.

This study scanned the brains
of known psychopaths

and they all showed reduced
frontal cortex activity.

FMRI technology.

Max's bullying started
when he was really young.

Difficult to prove.
His problems could be hardwired.

It's a marker.

Alright.

Say we have Max scanned and he
matches the sociopathic profile.

What then? Well, it's further proof
of the 'born bad' argument.

We could use this science
if we go to trial.

It doesn't solve our problem, Lina.

It wouldn't be proof that
Max deliberately killed Jake,

only that he lacks empathy.

And the impulse control that would
have stopped him killing Jake.

Do you remember
my Estonian DNA matter?

Uh... yes.

The defence argued that the
defendant had a genetic defect

that gave him a predisposition
to violence he couldn't control.

By their reasoning, anyone
can use their physical make-up

as an excuse for their behaviour.

This technology, it's seductive.

I can see
why you'd want to use it in court.

It's a compelling
visual gateway into the psyche.

But think it through
to its logical conclusion.

Where does it leave us? We identify
nascent psychopaths like Max.

And do what? Have them killed?

(Laughs incredulously)
Treatment, or quarantine.

It's neural eugenics, Lina.

A more advanced form
of the old phrenology,

where we define
difference using science.

I know the first one to mention
the Nazis loses the argument,

but read up on
Dr Mengele sometime.

A child and his brain
are not raised in a vacuum.

Somewhere along the way Sean
and Virginia could have intervened,

and they didn't.
Sean tried.

Not hard enough, it seems.

(Keyboard clatters)

Oh, and Lina,
I wouldn't be too swayed

by Detective Thorne's
musings on this case.

Handsome though he is, we never
take police briefings uncritically.

Mate, I can only go
on what my sources tell me,

but they're pretty reliable.

Ah! Here she is.

I'm late for court.

You could go to court, or you could
tell me your side of the story.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What did Ben say?

I know it wasn't you in Rosie's car
that night.

It WAS me. We were coming
back from dinner in the city.

Julie, Rosie made you sign
that stat dec for him.

I'm a reporter.

Eyes and ears everywhere.
You owe me.

You'll never get
inside a court again.

Full story's going
in tomorrow's paper.

(Desperately)
No. No, don't.

The angle'll be about his corruption.
You're not to blame.

My article will make that very clear.

Well can't you leave
my name out of it?

Sorry, that man is
in charge of people's lives.

Can't even keep his own hands clean.
Jimmy, please!

Please, don't do this.
You'll ruin us both.

Just doing my job.

I received your email
regarding the Wallace guilty plea.

Tony's right. We should accept.

Yep, I get it.
Tony doesn't do dead kids.

Or mother smotherers.

I'll be recommending something in the
mid-range of a custodial sentence.

If the committal judge thought
Mrs Wallace should be tried,

then shouldn't we be honouring
the court's assessment?

We are. By accepting the plea,
we guarantee the outcome

and avoid the cost and stress
of what could be a very long trial.

Don't you think we're better off
securing a reduced sentence now

rather than put her in front
of a jury that might acquit her

on the basis that
she's completely unstable,

or that she's suffered enough?

There's no specific deterrence,

there's hardly any
general deterrence, Ben.

You said so yourself.

People don't usually
smother their kids.

There's enough to go on, David.

She sedated her kids.

She knew what she was doing
was harmful to them.

She attempted suicide,
which indicates guilt,

and she locked the dog in the
laundry which implies intention.

The eighteen
carefully considered reasons

Tony has given for us
to accept the plea.

(Sighs)

Mrs Wallace will
still go to jail, Ben.

She'll get, what? 20 years.

More than the combined ages
of her dead kids.

Now it doesn't bring them back,
but she's ruined for life.

So is her husband.

Now you tell me,
is Tony Gillies still wrong?

Alright, what's the big emergency?

These phone intercept transcripts
for my Linton drug case tomorrow.

They're completely indecipherable.

You're the resident TI expert.

I don't want to be known as the world
authority on phone intercepts.

Please. I want to be the world's
most dazzling trial barrister.

A jurisprudential tour de force.

Beauty and brains all wigged and
gowned in one irresistible package.

Lovely. But what do I do
with all these columns?

If I'm still doing this in five years
time, please shoot me.

Only if you shoot me first.

Alright.

It could be worse.
You could be Ben.

He's had to take a plea
on his mother smotherer.

Sounds like that's not the
only place he's had to take it.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy. OK, watch, learn.

Mmm.
Behold the mastery.

Date, time, direction.

Sorry, what's direction?
Direction of the call.

So did Linton call the informer,
or did the informer call Linton?

Here. Linton arranges
for one of his runners

to drop three grand off to Lee.

Lee is in the car with Morgan,
who has two kilos of heroin.

If Linton has three kilos and Lee
has four, how many does Morgan have?

Do you want my help or not?
Yes.

Then...

They know.

They know that I wasn't driving.

That I signed the stat dec.

It's going to be in tomorrow's paper.

But I checked the
red-light camera image of the car

at the Debt Recovery
Office's website. It's blurry.

You can't see at all who's driving.

Just tell them it was a mistake.
They'll understand.

They won't.
Everyone trips up sometimes.

Not judges.

What are we going to do?

Take this down.

'To whom it may concern.

I am writing to offer
my sincerest apologies.

I was mistaken
in my initial statement

when I identified Julie Rousseau
as being the driver of my vehicle.

It was in fact Julie Rochester

who was driving on
the night in question.

Julie Rochester is
a friend of the family,

who has since returned to her, uh...

backpacking tour of the world.

We had all dined together in
the city that evening, when I...'

Continue, please.

Julie.

Let's just finish this
and be done with it.

Look at me.

Please.

When you asked me
to help get your sister

into the diversionary program
for her addiction,

I knew it was only because
you had nowhere else to turn.

We look out for each other,
don't we?

Help me, for the last time.

I promise I won't ask again.

I can't undo this now.
It's too late.

Julie, please.

Please!

I'm so sorry.

(Door opens and closes)

Oh, I'm meeting Tariq for dinner.
You want to be my date?

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm all dated out after
my date with the Jimmy the Butcher.

Prosecuties.

You did not just say that.
(Laughter)

I was just coming to find you.

I've got a craving
for margherita pizza.

Oh sorry, we've already made plans.

You hitting the town?
Oh, no, just dinner.

Girls only.

Oh, OK. No worries.

Well, another time?
Mmm.

Catch you later.

(Sighs)
I can't take him.

Tariq would be a nightmare.

Your grave.

(Doorbell tinkles)

Hey.

Lina, Salwa.

Salwa, this is my sister, Lina.
Hi, sweetie!

Oh!

Um, nice to meet you, Salwa.

(Clears throat)

So, Salwa,
Tariq's told me a bit about you.

What are you studying?
Biology.

Oh! At Tariq's uni?

No, at Year 11.

Great!

Great. That's... that's great.

Year 11, it's...
it's a good year.

Make sure you do
all your assessments.

They... they really count.

Tariq said you're, like,
in the courts and shit?

Ah, yes, sometimes.

I'm a lawyer, at the Department
of Public... uh, Prosecutions.

(Tersely)
Can you take my coat, habibi?

Sorry I'm late everyone.
Hey, man.

(Both speak Arabic)
Hi, Salwa.

Mustafa, this is my sister, Lina.

Let's sit.

I... I didn't realise
you were joining us, Mustafa.

Three's such a lonely number.

Would you like to see the wine list?
God, yes.

First we'll start with a red
and then we'll have a white, with...

Uh... Just a mineral water
for the table.

So Lina, tell me about yourself.

I hear you like to lock up bad men.

So after we left Iraq in '92,
we came here.

My father was out of work
for three years.

We were on government
assistance, which he hated.

Eventually he got work
driving cabs at night,

but my mother thought
this was too dangerous,

so he switched to cleaning offices.

Back home, he was a surgeon.
One of the best.

Well, has he ever been
able to work as one here?

No, unfortunately.
I'm sorry.

Don't be.

At least we are all together, and alive.
(Speaks Arabic)

(Salwa giggles)

♪ DANCE MUSIC ♪

(Giggles)

Would you like to dance?

Come on, Lina.

You can dance.

Oh!

(Laughs)

What the hell, Tariq?!
What?

Oh what, what?

I do not need romantic
assistance from you.

Mustafa is tops.
You were so arctic.

You don't have to be
such an ice queen. I was not!

What's wrong with him? He's smart,
he's funny, he's a doctor.

Well, exactly.
He'd be too busy for a girlfriend.

He's Muslim.

That's not
the only thing that matters.

And he's a good dancer.

Yeah, but...

Uh... He's got a big nose.

And it's underlined.
You are so shallow sometimes.

Oh, that's... that's
really good coming from you.

Miss Underage Stripper over there.
She's 17. She's still at school!

You always judge
people on the surface, Lina.

This is why you're single.
Salwa's great.

And she's so Muslim.
Yeah, she is.

Clearly. (Scoffs)
Are you sleeping with her?

This is why no man will have you,

because you're an intense,
uptight crazy motherfucker

who believes
the worst in people. OK?

(Speaks Arabic)

Fuck!

(Train passes nearby, dog barks)

More.

(Both chuckle)

So is it back, then?

What?
The moustache?

I don't think it ever really
went out in the Middle East.

Moustachafa was nice, though.

He was actually pretty lovely.

Mm, Moustachafa sounds
perfect, for someone else.

What about Jimmy?

Oh, he scares me.

He's shifty. Tentacles everywhere.

He did more digging on Rosenberg.

Apparently Rosie signed
a second stat dec

claiming it was a Julie Rochester
and not Julie Rousseau

who was driving his car that night.

Methinks he doth protest too much.

The police are looking for her.
He's claiming she's gone overseas.

It's all very dodgy.

God, I hope they find her.

Yeah, for Julie's sake.

She's still going
to get into trouble

for signing the first stat dec.

Poor bastards. Look at them.

Nothing ages a person like a jaunt
through our criminal justice system.

Sean really came
through with the goods, though.

Talking to Ella. Her
new statement's very compelling.

Do you have children, Dylan?

Only in Addis Ababa.

But that's a strictly
charitable relationship.

None of us would ever have
to do this if we were in Norway.

The legal age for prosecution
there is 15.

That seems a bit
too far the other way.

Is it?

Mummy!

Max! Oh, darling.

Darling, it's alright.

(Sobs)

It's going to be alright.

It'll be alright.

It's gonna be alright.

You'd better... go.

You go with the lady.
No!

Max.
No!

Max. Please, darling,
go with the lady.

Max. Max, listen to your mother.
Go with the lady.

Shh, come on.

Come on.

It's alright, darling.

Max?

I love you.

Are you Mrs Virginia Gardiner of
168a Levick Street, Eastgardens?

Yes.

And could you please
state your occupation

for the court, Mrs Gardiner.

Mother.

Are you the biological mother
of Max, Jake and Ella Gardiner?

Yes.

You've made two statements
to the police, correct?

Mrs Gardiner?
Yes.

You've read both statements,

and you wish to rely on your
second statement, is that right?

The contents of your second
statement are true and correct?

Mrs Gardiner, are the contents

of your second statement
true and correct?

Please answer the Crown's
question, Mrs Gardiner.

(Virginia sobs)

Was that an answer?
(Sobs)

Mrs Gardiner, you will
answer the Crown's question.

I can't.
Why not?

I'm his mother.

Your Honour must consider that
Mrs Gardiner, as Max's mother,

is not compellable to give
evidence in criminal proceedings.

Did you tell Mrs Gardiner her rights
prior to entering this court room? Yes, Your Honour.

Any objection concerning
compellability must be made

before the witness gives evidence,
or as soon as practicable

once the witness is aware
of the right to object.

Yes, Your Honour, but
Section 18 of the Act...

Don't Section 18 me, Mrs Warden.

That witness knew
what she agreed to,

and she has waited until now
to disrupt my court.

My duty is to ensure
the interests of all parties

are met at this hearing.

Your Honour, I am, to say
the least, frustrated

that you will not let the witness...

She will remain where she is and she
will give her evidence to the court.

Mummy!

I love you. Max, darling.
Mr Gardiner, please be quiet.

Mummy, please.
Mr Gardiner, please be quiet.

It's alright.

Your Honour cannot force
Mrs Gardiner to give evidence.

It's unconscionable
and it's unfair to the witness.

(Whispers)
Janet!

The Crown is in agreement
with the defence over this issue.

Leave my Mummy alone!
Max!

I wanna go home!
Max! I'm coming.

Mrs Gardiner,
remain in the witness box!

I wanna go home now!

Excuse me. Please let me past!

Mummy!
Get out of my way!

Max!
Mummy!

This is an assault
and contempt of court!

Virginia, please!
Max! Mummy!

I'm sorry, darling.
Don't pull me!

Don't touch me! Max!

Let go of me!
Let her go!

Max!
Mum!

The matter is adjourned
for one hour.

Let go of me!
(Door slams)

At the DPP, it doesn't matter if
we have conflicting views on cases.

It's inevitable. But up there,
we are always a united front.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Am I going to
be charged with assault?

No, the court officer
will not be proceeding.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I have no idea what happened
out there. That's alright.

We'll declare you an adverse witness

and you won't have to
give evidence against Max.

Oh, thank you.

So what happens now?

We'll go back up
and finish the committal.

So Rosie's been stood down
by Chief Justice Gibson

while the investigation's on.

Police couldn't
find Julie Rochester, hey?

No surprises there.

Apparently the cops have CCTV footage

of Rosie filling up at a servo
and there was no passenger.

His hubris finally
caught up on him, hey.

He's a better man than you.

He's an administrator of the law,
Julie, and he broke it.

So did we, Ben. Or have you
forgotten Cooper's trial?

I know you spoke to Jimmy about me.

I didn't say anything to Jimmy.

I saw you.
I told him nothing.

He told me
that your E-tag was clocked

going through
the toll booth that night

on the way to the Blue Mountains,

and that you and Rosie
took the stat dec

down to the Justice of the Peace
and had it witnessed.

The JP must have tipped off Jimmy.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought
that you and Rosie were...

Oh! He took all the blame, Ben.

He's a great judge,
and he cares about what he does.

I helped him because
he's been good to me.

Why, though? I don't get it.

The fine was nothing.

He might have lost his licence
for a few months

but now he's likely
to be tried for perjury,

attempting to pervert
the course of justice...

I don't know why.

But I know he doesn't deserve
to lose everything

because of one stupid lie.

Have you got your new judge yet?

I'm waiting to hear.

Well, come to the pub.
I'm meeting the others there.

I don't think I want to see anyone.

(Mobile ringtone plays)

(Groans)

(Rejects call)

Hello. My name's Ben
and I say inappropriate things

in the heat of the moment
to people I care about.

If I buy you a drink, will you agree
to stop the silent treatment?

You were awful.

You would never just be a notch
on my bedpost.

(Mobile phone ringtone plays)

I'm sorry.

(Rejects call)
Creep.

I can't believe he named Julie.

You can buy me a Virgin Mary.

As my lady pleases.

Are you going to go running to David

every time you don't agree with
one of my prosecutorial decisions?

Because if it comes down
to you or me,

I know who'll be staying at the DPP.

I never thought Judgezilla

would commit Max to trial
after you challenged her.

It's outrageous, wanting to proceed.
She should be stood down.

OK, let's call it a night.

And thanks for
all your help, you two.

(Taps on glass)
'Night!

'Night.

(Laughs)

Lina.
Judge.

There's nothing
like a fall from grace

to teach you who your friends are.

I'm so sorry.

I am the leper of the legal world.

Well, what will you do?

Spend some long-overdue time
with my family.

And Julie?
Julie will be cleared.

I've made sure of that.

My life's work.

Everything.

It will all count for nothing
if they send me to prison.

Though I will be
reacquainted with some old friends.

More than a few inmates will
recall exactly who put them there.

People know the good you've done.

Even so, they will make
an example of me.

Uh, keep in touch, Eli.

You were always
one of my favourite advocates.

And remember, truth is truth,
to the end of reckoning.

(Siren wails)

A drink to ease your troubled mind?

Yes, I'm thinking compressed grapes
in a liquid form.

You know if you do get drunk, I can't
promise I won't take advantage.

I'd be offended if you didn't.

(Laughter, chatter)

(Clears throat)

OK, alright.

You go in, usual routine.

Yep.
I'll follow in ten.

OK, sure.

(Chatter)

Andy?

(Colleagues chatter and laugh)

Are you sure?

We can't hide forever.

(Both laugh)

Your Honour, despite the regrettable
comments made on radio

earlier this morning,

the prosecution sees no impediment to
this matter proceeding as planned.

This is a bloody pig's breakfast!

Your Honour...
There's no chance of a fair trial.

We're adjourning for six months.

What's this?
It's the Horton case.

I hope you've prepared.
You're listed for tomorrow.

I've never seen this.
It's on the whiteboard.

Argh! We'd better get
your shit together in a hurry!

Erin. I didn't know
where else to go.

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