All language subtitles for Crownies s01e22 Final.eng

I don't have a ring yet and I know
I should ask your Dad but marry me.

Marry me, Lina.
I want to be with you.

My answer's yes.

No more secrets.

POLICEMAN: Belting a cop's
a bad move, mate.

Hey,
thanks for letting me stay here.

Brother, mi casa, tu casa.

I'm tendering my resignation,

effective today.

Jake Gardiner and his brother Max,

were wrestling
when Max strangled him.

Parents?
Virginia and Sean Gardiner.

Do you find the accused
not guilty of murder?

Yes, Your Honour.

Lyndi Quinn is here to see you.

You were right to pursue him, David.
My daughter, Charlotte,

found these.

Do what you have to.

£ Theme music

£ What do I do, stand in a shop

£ Waiting for that money to drop?

£ Spend 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?

ALL SING: £ What do I do?

£ What am I...

£ ..to do? £

It's about the shredder.

If you have to do the nesting thing
in the middle of the night,

go back to cleaning the power points
with a toothbrush.

I thought that was quite effective.

Oh, maybe I should pull out
of this conference thing.

I can do without racing
to Adelaide and back in a day.

No, bub, not after the work
you've put into it. No way.

You're going, you'll love it.

And you'll be brilliant.

Shall we?

(Car unlocks)

I could always drive.

Are you saying the pregnant woman
can't handle it? I wouldn't dare.

Plus, I know how finicky you get
about other people driving Audrey.

Well, she's the sensitive type.

She's a piece of machinery,
inanimate. Shh.

Ohh...

oh, God! (Grunts)

Going my way?

Janet, I've got a dilemma for you.

What would you do if you were
offered incontrovertible proof

that Nicholas Quinn raped
and abused other young women?

What?

Lyndi Quinn gave me a collection

of her husband's home movies.

Which he'd hidden away.

Tapes recording his...

activities.

He taped himself?
Noted the time, the date.

Very organised.
He really did it.

No doubt at all now.
How many girls?

It's hard to say, maybe a dozen.

You watched some of the footage?

Yes, I have.

All 20 hours of it.

David.

Well, I had to find out

if there was any way of identifying
any of the girls.

See if we could get them some...

counselling,
compensation, something.

Or get them to the police.

But...
Exactly.

Who would they charge?

The perpetrator is dead.

He's clearly visible in the tapes,

but there's no way of
identifying the victims.

My question is,

what do I do with the tapes now?

Even if the perpetrator is dead,

they're evidence of crimes,

they should go to the police.

Which will exonerate you,

get the Premier and Miriam
and everyone else off your back.

Show them you were right
to pursue Quinn.

I could do that.

Or you could disappear the tapes,
be forever criticised

and let his family grieve in peace.

As you yourself might put it,

we could proceed but do we want to?

Lyndi Quinn's given you
her permission.

I envy you,

getting out of here for a while.

Having the opportunity
to be surrounded by innocence.

Not all this.

Prosecutie.

Hello, handsome.

Got you a muffin.
With your own money?

Mm-hm.
Sweet!

I've been doing life modelling
to pick up some extra cash.

Should I make a joke
about your gun now or...?

Oh, I don't think so.
Thanks.

Hang on, hang on,
you've gotta try it.

I'll have it for morning tea.

You guys don't get tea breaks.

Well, I'll make an exception
for this exceptional muffin.

Have it now.

What if I don't like it?

Oh, it's heavy for a muffin.

Loads of fruit... nuts, organic,
that stuff's always heavier.

Oh, yum.

Hmm.

Go on.

(Sighs)

Bahhibic...

ya khobziti...

el hilwa.

(Speaks Arabic)

Or did you mean to call me 'bread'?

I was trying for...
Cupcake, I know.

Closest thing
I could find to muffin.

That shit is so hard to say.

We're really doing this.

Fuck.
You're such a romantic.

You don't have to work today,
do you?

No, nothing big ever
happens on a Thursday.

(Sighs)

Ohh.

(Mobile phone beeps)

REPORTER:
Names have been suppressed,

but it is believed that
the deceased 12-year-old

was recently acquitted
of serious criminal charges.

The boy's body was found at home,

and his parents are assisting
police in their investigations.

Have you seen the news?
I'm guessing that's Max Gardiner.

Dylan sent me a text about it,
so I'd say, yes.

Do you think he killed himself?

Could have been an accident.
Another one?

How likely's that?

How likely are any of the things
that walk through our door?

True.

Sean Gardiner killed Max.
The father?

Says it was an accident.

He killed him?

Interviewed him last night.

Do I have to watch this?

How's Virginia?

She was under sedation last night.

She saw it happen.
She was there?

They reconciled about a month ago.

They've been back together
living as a family.

We were too scared to leave
Max alone with Ethan.

You know, the baby.

One of us always had to be with him,

just... just in case.

Not that we weren't worried
about Ella,

but Ethan's so small, so helpless.

Um, we were in the kitchen.

Me and Max and Ethan.

Virginia...

I don't know where she was exactly,

somewhere close.

Um...

I heard this crash in the hall,

and then Ella called out.

She'd fallen and hurt herself.

Now, I raced out to see
if she was OK and...

she was fine.

Just a bump and a fright.

I kissed her better and, um,

I went back into the kitchen.

Max was leaning over Ethan.

Right over him, over his face,

and he was putting
something in his mouth.

I panicked.

I...

I raced over and I just
shoved him out of the road,

just to get him away from Ethan.

And I grabbed Ethan,

and I picked him up
and I just held him tight.

And he...

I checked his mouth
and there was a grape.

And he started crying.

And I was just shooshing him,

telling him everything was OK.

And...

um, Virginia...

I don't know where she came from,
she was just...

she was right there beside me.

Besides me and Ethan.

And I was so focussed on Ethan,

I didn't even think about Max.

I heard this...

sound and I couldn't work out
what it was.

And it was Virginia.

She was beside Max on the floor,
cradling...

cradling him and rocking him.

He hit his head when he fell.

Max was feeding him?

You don't feed a baby grapes.
You and I know that.

A 12-year-old doesn't.

This is a very smart 12-year-old
we're talking about.

And a man who hated him.

I'll keep you posted, let you know
if forensics turns up anything.

Thanks.

Are we going to be at loggerheads
over this Gardiner case too?

No, of course not.

We'll just proceed on the evidence.

Sean's admitted to
accidentally killing Max.

Can't we leave it at that?
Well, he has always hated Max.

Hate? Really?

I mean, he didn't trust him.

He was probably afraid of him,
but hate?

It is possible Sean did it
deliberately.

Aren't we supposed to look
at all the possibilities?

He was saving his baby's life.
It was defence of another.

Maybe Sean did push him.

But Max was pushed with enough
force, he died when he fell.

That force comes from the
same place that helps a mother

lift a car off their child
trapped underneath...

it's instinct, it's not murder.

Oh, and congratulations.

Gotta slam that down, mate.

I think I might hate you.

Why won't they just let you resign?

Because they realise they can't live
without me, just like you have.

I'm turning your friend here
into a man, you know?

I liked him the way he was.

Richard?

Come with me, please.

Of course.
Now.

What do you know about this?

He hit a cop?
Which is why we're handling it,

rather than the police prosecutors.

You don't expect anyone in this
group to take it on, do you?

It's a clear conflict of interest.

You think we should let
people outside Group Five

know that one of our
solicitors is engaged to a thug?

He's not a thug.
I'm sure he had good reason.

To assault a police officer?
There is no excuse.

No, of course not.

But he is pleading not guilty,
so maybe it's not him.

Oh, the police got it wrong?

Well, they have been known
to make mistakes.

Well, not often.

Rarely, in fact, if ever.
But we're all his friends in here.

Considering the disrepute Group Five

has already brought
this organisation into,

I would have thought
you might understand

the delicate nature
of this situation.

Tatum should have reported
this immediately.

I'm sure she doesn't know, OK?
She would have said something.

I have never come across a group
of lawyers with such scant regard

for professionalism.

Good luck with your exit interview.

You'll be fine.
Yeah, I will.

What can Tracey do to me now?

Erin.

How nice to see you.

You look different.

Lighter, as one might expect.

Confession is, after all,
the first step to repentance.

Are you ready for me?

David will be seeing you.
David?

Yes.
Oh.

Right.

Well, don't keep him waiting.

Of course, repentance only
absolves us of our sins

in the eyes of the Lord.

Oh, Erin, come in.

Sit, sit.

Thanks for making the time
to come in and see us.

I'm sure there are
administrative things to finalise.

You did leave rather abruptly.
Fucked Tracey's systems right up.

I didn't handle it very well.
I'm sorry.

We'd like to suggest that
you reconsider your resignation.

We know you didn't leak the file.

That wasn't the only reason
I resigned.

This place gives us all the
shits, we're still here.

Well, you still need to lose
someone for my group, don't you?

Well, there are other
possible solutions.

What would that mean?

That you'd sack Ben?

I'm not wearing that.

Ben's a completely separate issue.

Ben's a good lawyer.

There's no way I'd come back in here

knowing that would cost him his job.

Would you be interested in
coming back to work with us?

I've actually lined up a couple of
interviews with some defence firms.

Ah. I see.

And I had you pegged for
one of the good guys.

I just wanted to say...

Don't say it, please, I'm just
keeping it together as it is.

I heard the news about Max.

That's awful.

I'll have your reference ready
by the end of the day, OK?

I have been working on
tonight's entertainment.

Thai food, Thai massage, Thai porn...

I sense a theme developing.

Close the door.

What's up, big boy?

Assault police.
Today?

So relax, plenty of time to prepare.
Judges love that sort of stuff.

You're looking at maximum penalty,
like shooting fish in a barrel.

I refused the file.
So, what's the drama?

It's Conrad.

What's Conrad?
The defendant.

He assaulted a cop?

That's ugly.

It's the same night
that everything blew up.

You left that part of the story out.
I had no idea.

She doesn't know either.
That's going to go down well.

She can't find out.
She's gonna find out.

Not if you and I keep quiet.

Did Tracey give you the file?

Then there is no way
that file's staying secret.

She'll see to that.

You should be the one to tell Tatum.

They just got back together.

Don't you think she should know,

especially now
they are back together?

Richard...

do it like a Ben McMahon
Friday night...

hard and fast.

Have you got a sec?

Ah, three bail applications,

two mentions and four weeks'
worth of filing say, 'No.'

Can you just walk with me for a bit?
What, you're suddenly my BFF again?

What happened to superjock?
Did you guys break up? Please?

(Sighs)

What's so important, ex-friend?

A brief came in this morning.

An assault, and assault police.

The defendant's Conrad.

Conrad?
Look, I'm not taking it.

When?

That night, you know,
that everything blew up.

Is the cop OK?
I think so.

But he still wants Con prosecuted.

And the other guy?
He'll live.

Oh, that idiot!

Wait, wait!
Oh, for what?

None of this would have happened
if we hadn't, you know...

I didn't ask him to hit anyone.
Did you?

No, but at least wait
until you're calmer about it.

Oh, when's that going to happen?

Don't speak...
just get your arse here right now.

Now, Con, now!

Does anyone else know about this?

Er...

You told fucking superjock,
didn't you?

Tatum...
This is my life, Richard.

Mine, not yours to go gossiping
about with your drinking buddies.

I'm sorry.
Oh, get fucked!

(Clears throat)

What are the cornerstones
of this office?

Bricks? Concrete?

You're not talking asbestos,
are you?

We provide a just and independent
prosecution service.

We do.
We uphold ethical standards.

Always.

Provide assistance and information
to victims and witnesses.

Check.

Satisfy the accountability
requirements of courts,

parliament and DPP policies.

Absolutely.
And under the Law Society

of New South Wales' Professional
Conduct and Practice Rules

Legal Profession Act 1987,
rule 10.1...?

You might need to jog my memory
a little bit on that one.

Rule 10.1.1...

the practitioner must not
in any dealings with a client,

allow the interests
of the practitioner,

or an associate of the practitioner,

to conflict with those of a client.

Never.
Good.

Then you'll have no
problem handling this.

You hit a cop?

What, once you punched Richard,
you were on a roll?

I was going to tell you...
Oh, that makes it so much better.

Things were so tense between us,
I didn't want to make it worse.

How gutless are you?
Babe.

Don't babe me!

Bringing drugs to the Christmas
party was nothing compared to this.

I didn't mean to, alright?
I just snapped. I was drunk.

I work at the Department
of Public Prosecutions.

We have a file in there
with your name on it.

My fiance's name,
that everyone knows.

Small world, Conrad,
very small world.

Judges, cops, barristers.

I know them and through no fault
of my own, they know me.

But I was overcoming that
and I was doing really well

at not being Danny Novak's daughter.

But now thanks to you...

there's going to be
no doubt that I am.

Don't touch me. Don't follow me.

Don't visit me. Don't call me.
You don't exist.

Oh, please...
no decorum on my behalf.

Well, you're the only one
I ever show decorum to.

I've told Dylan Thorne I want you
to handle the Gardiner matter.

I thought he was reporting to Elvis.

No. I don't want Janet
under any more stress.

I won't tell her you said that.

Keep me updated on
what happens with Gardiner.

I'd like to say it'll be my
pleasure, but it won't be.

Mr de Groot,

Constable Pearce says

you punched him in the face.

Mr de Groot?

No comment.

You'd been drinking heavily,
is that right?

No comment.

Do you intend answering
any questions?

I don't have to.

You're entitled to exercise
your right to make no comment.

I need you to say it.

Is there enough to prosecute him?

Tate, come on.
Tell me.

I'm not supposed to say.
You're a shithouse friend.

His lawyer seems to know his stuff.
He's got a lawyer?

Tatum Novak?

Exodus 23, Verse 2... don't engage
with those who are doing evil

or testify on their behalf
in a dispute perverting justice.

I don't need a Bible class.

I will overlook the fact that
these charges of Mr de Groot's

should have been brought
to my immediate attention.

I will overlook your
trying to interfere

with another solicitor's work.

But I cannot let you continue
this allegiance with a criminal

without warning you that you are
on very, very thin ice.

He obviously reminds you of
your father,

and that pathology is a dangerous...

Con is nothing like my father.

Res ipsa loquitur.
The facts speak for themselves.

I know what the stupid Latin means.

I was so angry with him, all I could
see was what he had done to me.

But I've actually really hurt him.

I'm such a shit.

Love bears all things...

believes all things,
hopes all things.

Endures all things.

I can't bear this.

You will get through it.

You're young.
You have so much ahead of you.

You can't see how lucky you are.

I don't feel lucky.

Why don't you put yourself
in Erin's office?

Have a bit of privacy?

In fact, seeing as it's empty now,
maybe you should move yourself in.

For the time being.

Thanks.

Cause of death?
Subarachnoid haemorrhage.

The ambos worked for some time on
the kid when they got to the house,

but his pupils were fixed
and dilated... all over, red rover.

We're waiting on the autopsy
to confirm it.

Still searching the house
and grounds for the weapon.

Unless the weapon really is just the
sharp corner of a kitchen dresser.

Any other witnesses?
Only Virginia.

The wife's no good to us. She can
apply to be ruled non-compellable.

The judge might not
grant her immunity.

She is the only eye witness.
To an unfortunate accident.

Caused by a man who's
on the record as believing

the victim was
a psychopathic murderer.

There's plenty there to justify
a murder charge.

Let the jury decide
whether he's lying or not.

If he thought the kid deliberately
killed his brother, Jake,

and wanted to avenge his murder,

why just push him
and hope he hits his head?

Maybe he didn't push him...
maybe Sean had hold of him

and deliberately whacked him
into the dresser.

It's still risky. Why not smother
him with a pillow while he's asleep,

or poison him, or gas him in a car?

He has the strongest motive
in the world.

It's not his kid.

He knew he was a killer,
and he's scared of him.

And there were grapes
in the baby's mouth.

Not when the ambulance got there.

Sean pulled them out to make sure
the kid wouldn't choke.

He said Ethan had a grape
in his mouth when he got to him.

So we only have his word.

And Virginia's.

But how can you see from
a doorway in a split second,

exactly what a boy's
putting into a baby's mouth?

There were grapes nearby.
He knew Max had been eating them.

A parent's heightened perception.

Or maybe there was never any grapes.

It could be something Sean has
cooked up as an alibi.

It could, yes.

Dylan. Hello.

I assume you're all
discussing Gardiner?

Ah, yes.
David asked me to look into it.

Didn't think I should be included?
It's all preliminaries.

Lina?
I wasn't...

Then none of you
will mind if I sit in,

give you the benefit of
my insights gained

from months of work
with this family.

Of course.

You're letting Tony run Gardiner?

He's looking to find
a murder charge in it.

He's full of bluster, you know that.
He'll do a fine job.

His pet hate is dead children.
He'll crucify Sean.

It's my case. Let me run it.
Except you won't be here.

I'll be back in
just under five weeks.

Nothing will have happened
before then.

Janet, I applaud your grand plan,

but we both know
that's not going to happen.

Four weeks will stretch into eight,
into 12, into a year.

I know what it's like.
I've been through it myself.

And even if you do
come back in four weeks,

you'll be in no state to
run a stressful murder trial.

I thought we'd sorted this out,

what, with the boys' clubs
closing ranks.

What am I going to get
when I come back?

More sunbathing penises?

Janet's got the shits
with both of us.

Decided what you're going
to do with Quinn's stash?

You could post it on YouTube.

What? You can't recognise the girls.

Uh-oh.

Leave you to it, old son.

An unexpected pleasure, Miriam.

I don't need to be charmed, David.

How can I be of service?

Disappointing that the police
couldn't find enough evidence

to charge someone
with the leak of the Quinn file.

Very disappointing.

The department
looking after its own?

I wouldn't dismiss
the entire organisation

because of one person's
acting unwisely.

You have life tenure as Director,
don't you?

That is the basis on which
I accepted this position, yes.

Doesn't really allow the DPP
to move with the times, does it?

To change and adapt as required.

It allows the incumbent

to bring the wealth
of their experience to the job.

That is an invaluable resource.

It's a big sacrifice
to ask of someone.

Not if someone believes in the work.

But to ask someone
to forego their pension

so that they might serve the people?

I beg your pardon?

We're considering limiting the
tenure of the position to 10 years.

Which doesn't apply retrospectively?

Well, that wouldn't be fair.
Nor legal, I imagine.

What it does mean is that
if you stay past your 65th birthday,

you will not be entitled
to claim any of your pension.

Despite the fact that I might have
given a lifetime of public service?

Unfortunate, I know. But,
not a problem for your successor.

I lose my pension
if I don't retire at 65.

What?

They're only doing it because they're
too gutless to sack me outright

and I refuse to resign.
This is outrageous.

Oh, well. Nothing they do
surprises me anymore.

If they could've found a way to
pin the leak on me, they would've.

Show Miriam the tapes.

Make it her decision
what to do with them.

Save myself
and to hell with Quinn's family?

Why should you be dragged down
by Quinn's crimes?

That's what you'd do in my position?
Give the tapes to Miriam Mansie?

Yes, that's what I think
you should do.

Which isn't necessarily what
I would do in the same situation.

All depends on what we can live with.

Doesn't it always?

Thanks, Harry.

Dickens?
Very subversive.

Bah, humbug.

Janet, if you're expecting
Virginia Gardiner,

she's down the bottom
of the stairs.

She's been there for ages.

Thanks.
That's alright.

Virginia.

I'm so sorry.

How long?
Ten days now.

Come on up.

No, I can't.

I can take you somewhere private.
No-one will disturb us.

Please.

Will Sean go to jail?

I honestly can't say.

He saved our little baby's life.

They're not going
to send him to jail for that?

It was an accident.

How many times...

If we were any other family...

Your family history won't be relevant
to the jury.

But I'm afraid
it will be to the police

in deciding what to charge Sean with.

They might charge him with murder?

It's possible, yes.

Max was trying to kill Ethan.
What was Sean supposed to do?

It's not up to me to decide that.

No. No, no, don't put yourself
on the line.

Don't give a real, human response.

Don't try and imagine
what it must be like

to know that one
of your older children

is actually going to hurt
one of your other children.

Maybe in ten days' time
you'll feel differently.

Fuck 'em.

Couldn't agree more. Who?

Miriam Mansie and her cronies.

I'm going fishing.
What?

They owe me years
of accumulated leave

and I'm going to take some of it.

Now?
Yeah, now.

Urgent health issues. Stress-related.
It's just come up. Extraordinary.

How long?

Oh... month or two ought to get 'em
stirred up.

Shaken and stirred.

The shop's all yours.

You've lost your mind.
There's your urgent health issue.

Best man for the job.
No, give it to Janet.

She's the best man for the job.
She'll love to boss everyone around.

Except she won't be here.

Oh, shit!

You don't want Murray Rice
running this department.

You're a prick, Sinclair.
Couple of months.

Do whatever you like
with the place.

Oh, bit of a paint job?
That what you had in mind?

I will never forgive you.

I am the Ghost
of Christmas Yet to Come.

I saw you more as Scrooge, actually.

And you are the Ghost
of Christmas Past.

What are you doing?
Bye-bye, whiteboard!

You can't do that!
Looks like I can.

David will have something to say
about...

David has gone
and left me in charge.

Frightening, isn't it?

Then I'll speak to David
on his return.

Now that I'm Acting Director
of Public Prosecutions,

I've been turning my mind
to our budget constraints.

You can't change things.

One of the reasons
we've blown our budget

is we brief out too many matters.

Expensive barristers
are costing us a fortune.

Existing staff are pushed
to their limit...

So what we need to do is use
our workforce more efficiently.

Impossible.

Anyone qualified to act as an
advocate should do so when required.

Someone like...
Well, you, for example.

Now that case allocation will be
computer-generated

and not scribbled on a whiteboard,

you'll have oodles of spare time
to strut your stuff in court.

Me?

Warning. The lunatics have taken
over the asylum.

David emailed me.

You surprise me, Tony,
even after all these years.

Bastard cornered me.
Yeah, he's good at that.

Look, about this Gardiner business...

Can we talk about something else?

I don't like it any more
than you do.

I thought you were out
for a lynching.

Oh, gotta keep the young pups
terrified. You know that.

I will kiss the feet
of every single juror

who finds that all that man
was doing was looking after a baby.

I don't have an agenda.

I'm just looking for evidence
and hoping to God not to find it.

So say we all.

The only thing worse for that family

would be to have found
Virginia had done it.

Those kids are stuffed enough

without taking their
mother away from them.

They'd still have a father.

Call me a dinosaur,
but a baby needs its mother.

Constantly.
As you're about to find out.

Thank you for coming back in
at such short notice.

That's alright.

Have you, ah...

spoken to the police already?

Not yet, no.

I don't think Sean
should be charged with anything.

I think he loves you
and his children so much,

he's confessing to something
he didn't commit.

He's an old-fashioned man,
I've seen that in him.

He believes a mother's place
is with her children.

Tell me I've got the story wrong.

Max didn't make a sound.

There was no bang, no cry, nothing.

I could only hear Ethan choking.

He was spluttering
and gasping for breath.

He had these grapes in his mouth

and there was one
stuck in his throat and I...

I dug it out and he was screaming
and it was...

so frightening I just...
I just held him.

Sean had already called the police

before I realised anything had
hap... happened to Max.

He was telling them...

there'd been an accident
and that he'd pushed him.

I tried to talk him out of it.

He wouldn't listen to me.

He still won't.

It's alright.

(Sobbing)

Shitty day?

I know the feeling.

Come out and tell me all about it.

Bet you my story's worse than yours.

I'm not going to leave you
to feel shit all by yourself.

See, you think you want to be alone,
but you don't. Not really.

Well, I'm gonna wait.

As long as it takes.

And then you and I
are going to get drunk.

Trust me, it's the only way.
Oblivion.

(Blows nose and coughs)

(Toilet flushes)

I could use a drink.

Thought you weren't going to show.

Sorry. I, ah, got caught up.

And waited till everyone else
had gone home.

I would have done the same thing.

One glowing reference
for Miss Erin O'Shaughnessy.

I really appreciate it.

Criminal defence work?

That's the plan.

Bradley James.

Charged with strangling
a 32-year-old woman.

Put her in the boot of his car,
drove out of town,

dumped her in a river where she was
discovered by a group of schoolkids.

Two prior convictions for murder.
Two?

They let him out.
He killed again. Twice.

Defend him.

Ah, well, um,
maybe he was abused as a child.

This is his third murder.
Drug affected?

The victim was a single parent
with two young children.

He has a right to representation.

'Course he does.

Suresh Nahar, 45, businessman,
highly successful.

Goes online masquerading
as a 14-year-old

to entice teenagers
to meet him for sex.

Uses his own daughters' lives
as background

for his teenage conversations.

Want to defend him?
Someone has to.

This isn't about someone.

This is about you.
What you can live with.

What you're willing to spend 70 hours
a week of your life dedicated to.

But I could be defending a woman

who's guilty
of social security fraud

because she's looking after too
many children, after her husband...

(Water dripping)
God.

Oh, my God.

Um, tissue?

No.

Right. Towel.

I think I need a hospital.
Of course.

Hi, you've called Ash.
Please leave a message.

Can you call me, as soon as you can?

She's on a plane, hours away.
She's not going to get that message.

Ah, this is early.

It's... it's too early.

It'll be OK.

This happens to women every day.
It's perfectly natural.

We'll just get you to a hospital.
I'll call a cab.

I am not giving birth
in the back of a cab.

You can drive my car.

Sure.

Just get me out of here.

(Moans)

Oh, no, I can't.
Yes you can, you have to.

I need Ash. You're stuck with me.
Can you walk?

Yes.

Yeah, when I don't feel like
I'm splitting in half, I'm fine.

Let's go slowly, OK?
Lean on me. You'll be fine. Yeah.

Just breathe. Isn't that what
you're supposed to do?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, breathe, OK.

Just tell me
something to distract me.

Alright. OK. Um...

Hilarious travel stories? Jokes?
Childhood memories?

Anything.
Um, ah... ah!

You're trapped in a room
with a poisonous snake,

a tiger and a lawyer.

You have a gun,
but only two bullets.

What do you do?

You're telling me lawyer jokes?

You shoot the lawyer.

Twice.

You're in labour,

you're freaking out and you still
know the answer to the joke.

You are awesome.
I'm terrified.

(Car unlocks)

Open the door.
OK.

All yours.

Oh, God.

You in?
Mm.

OK.

Er... manual?

Please, God, tell me you've
driven a manual before.

Of course.

Once or twice.
(Moans)

(Engine revs loudly)

Put the clutch in!

(Tyres screech)

Erin!

(Screech!)

Ahh!

I tried Ash again... voicemail.

And no answer from
Tim or Chris either.

So much for the
four of us doing this.

We've been in touch
with Doctor Malik.

Good. So, she explained
I'm booked in for a caesar? Yes.

But we'd suggest you proceed
with a natural delivery.

The babies are not breech.
Their heart rates are good.

That's not what I arranged.
These babies aren't going to wait.

You're already
eight centimetres dilated.

A caesar really isn't possible
at eight centimetres?

There's no sign of foetal distress

or meconium stain
in the amniotic fluid.

We can give you some nitrous.

Perhaps a bath might help deal
with the pain.

It was all planned!

We'll keep monitoring the situation.
Alright, fine.

I'm sure it'll be alright.

Ash will be here soon.

I'll be in the waiting room.

Good luck.
Where are you going?

Stay with me!
Me?

Please.

Ohh... ahh!

To oblivion and beyond.

I'll drink to that.

Tony Gillies is wrong.

I am the Ghost of
Christmas Yet to Come.

You're a ghost... right!

He's going to destroy the DPP.

Everything we've ever worked for.

He's not that bad
once you get to know him.

He wants to destroy me!

I can't see it.

He's too focussed
on destroying himself.

I... I know we've had
our differences.

Is that what you'd call it?

But everything I did
was for the greater good.

(Laughs) Bullshit.

You sound like Stalin, not a ghost.

I pushed you hard.
Do you think?

But you're a better lawyer
because of it.

I'm meant to be grateful?

Today we drink,

tomorrow, we go back to the way
things were.

Keep up.

Detente?

I'm not that drunk.
Please?

I need your help.

You're serious.

Whoa! That is all kinds of wrong.

This requires bulk alcohol.

On me, mate.

Me and my Dad's plastic.

Boom!

OK, we'll have two
of your finest, thanks.

(Moans and screams)

Ow!

Don't ever do this!

You're doing really well.

Oh, no I'm not. Shut up!
Yep.

You want another lawyer joke?

No, I want these out of me.

Now! Ohh!

Ah, sorry mate. Been declined.

Declined? Are you serious?

Yeah, I ran it twice.
Shit. Hang on.

Rich, Richard, Rich!

Hey! I might have to take you up
on those bucks that you offered.

See, I left my card at the office

and I just don't do cash,
so can you pay for the drinks

and I'll pay you back?
Yeah, of course.

You're a good man, Rich.
Um, can you remind Tatum of that?

Oh, she'll come round.
Not this time.

I mean, God,
she's drinking with Tracey.

Mmm.

You know, I told Tracey I'm
not going to take on Con's case.

True.
Not a complete bastard after all.

Don't tell anyone.

I might even be able to
trust you one day.

Mate, easy. I'm gonna cry.

No, look, you really have looked out
for me this last little while...

the hotel and all that.

See, I'm tearing up here.

Seriously, you're OK.

(Baby cries)

Sh, sh, sh, sh.

Hey, shoosh, shoosh.

(Baby cries)

Hey, shoosh, shoosh.

(Both chuckle)

Sweetheart.

They're here, and they're perfect.

Oh.

My darling girl.

You look so beautiful.

This is Emma.

Oh, hello, Emma. You sweet thing.

(Baby cries)
And this is Liam.

Oh!

Look at you.

Hello, you.

Beautiful boy.

Oh, we actually chose
the right names.

They're gorgeous.

Oh, I can't believe I missed
the whole thing. I'm so sorry.

Oh, you can do the next one.

I don't need to go
through that again.

Erin was amazing. She was so calm.

Janet was the amazing one.

Just incredible.

I think she told some of the worst
jokes I've ever heard.

Blame my dad.

I'm so glad Janet
had someone with her.

Me too.

Well, that's it, girlfriend.

The end of life as we knew it.

They're so tiny, so fragile.

Are you turning into
a ferocious lioness?

Maybe I am.

Can I get you anything?

No.

I have everything I need.

Tates!
Go away.

Hey, be nice.

I don't like you anymore.

I know.
Now you're drinking with Tracey.

See, that's how shit my life is.

I wind up feeling sorry
for finch face.

Con didn't come.

I thought he might.

We really fucked things up.

We really did.

And now I don't have anyone.

You've still got me.

If you want me.

Lisa's got you.

I'd say we're stuck with each other.

Well, you've got Ben now.
You're all bromancy.

He's not you.
Got that right.

I miss Con.

I know you do.

Me too.

Maybe we could kidnap Atticus again.

That might bring Con around.
(Laughs)

No, don't cheer me up.
I'm being miserable.

Sorry. Won't happen again.

Lisa's an idiot.

Yeah.

Oh, shi-i-it.

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