Relax, Cleave.
You're amongst friends who want to help.
Isn't that right, Vanessa?
That's right, Mick.
Look, we're all aware of how stressful debt can be.
And none of us enjoys its ugly consequences.
None of us, Cleave.
So Mick and I decided it would be better to sit down with you calmly,
and just map out a plan that provides certainty.
So as you can see here,
Mick and I have decided to roll the two debts into one.
And that's because of our long-standing
and close relationship with you.
My father loved you like a brother, I know that.
We've agreed, and this is exclusively for you,
on an interest rate of 29% compounded weekly.
This 29% is, if you turn the page,
it's subject to a confidentiality clause.
So don't tell anyone.
Otherwise it'll literally become crippling interest.
You understand, Cleave?
You understand, Cleave? Yep.
Pretty much.
I told my shrink that I was thinking of having an affair.
Always a good solution to marital difficulties, Red.
Spread the pain.
What did she say?
Well, she said that it might make me feel better in the short-term,
but that it'll come back to haunt me, like Banque's ghost.
She'd be right for once.
So beat it, Red.
Come on, stand not upon the order of your going, knucklehead,
just, you know, bugger off,
back to your husband and kids.
What'd you expect? You've been together a long time.
It's going to change.
And how would you know? Hmm?
The longest relationship you've had has been with a prostitute.
Oh, don't start swinging wildly, sweetheart. This isn't about me.
For once!
So, you're full time at Chaser's, are you, Marty?
Pretty much. Pretty much?
You know, other things come up.
Odd jobs. Life.
So that's it? It's over?
It's all done without Barney even knowing it's been going on.
His life as he knows it, gone.
No right of reply. Fuck you, Cleaver.
If you think about it, you've saved him a lot of bother.
I do understand your point, 'cause he's not that bright, is he?
And he's completely lacking when it comes to insight and integrity.
I mean, he wouldn't be able to contribute
to a worthwhile dialogue about the marriage
you're meant to be sharing.
So it's better that you keep it in your internal monologue, Red.
That way it'll be sorted out to your satisfaction.
Red.
Yep?
Mate, it's me.
My brother's a doctor
and every time I'm called for jury duty I get a medical certificate.
I didn't mind. It was fun.
Mm-hmm. What sort of case did you get?
Hit the jackpot. We got a murder. Oh, really?
It was something about her voice on the phone.
It just sounded so...
..alien.
I went round to her sister's place. She said she'd left.
I'm not sure she'd even been there.
You must have read about the model and the footy star?
Oh, wow!
Now what was her name?
Oh, don't tell me because I read it in all the papers.
Um... Oh. Tanisha Marx.
Tanisha Marx and Gavin Warner.
It was pretty cool.
So she did it, yeah?
Yeah. Well, that was our verdict.
What do you mean?
I shouldn't be talking about it.
No, of course not.
So there's gotta be another guy, right?
No. No! Not necessarily at all.
Marriages go through phases, mate.
Yeah, we've been in a rut.
I acknowledge that. I absolutely acknowledge that.
But, you know, not a day goes by still
where I don't thank God for the miracle of her.
I mean, look at me. Look at her.
You'd never think in a million years she'd choose me.
Go home, mate. Tell her exactly that.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. How did she do it again?
What? How did she do what?
Tanisha Marx. How did she kill Gavin Warner?
You want to talk about this now?
Oh, I'm into crime. It sort of turns me on.
She stabbed him, dumped the body in the bush.
He was a big guy, wasn't he?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, that was the thing. What thing?
Well, he was a big guy.
I mean, how did she even manage to get the body in the car?
So you had a doubt?
A little.
Aren't you meant to acquit, then?
Well, I really shouldn't be telling you this.
Come on, Red.
Home you go.
That is filthy, by the way.
Well, he was a big guy.
I mean, how did she even manage to get the body in the car?
So you had doubt?
A little.
Aren't you meant to acquit, then?
Well, I really shouldn't be telling you this.
Gav Warner's cousin. Yeah, what about him?
Turns out he was a mate of the head juror.
You're kidding me. You are fucking kidding me!
She said Tanisha was a real bitch.
I have fought to prove my daughter's innocence
from the day of Gavin's tragic death,
and this recording proves
that at least one member of the jury had serious doubts
about Tanisha's guilt,
and that the jury foreman had a connection to Gavin Warner
that he didn't disclose.
And my little girl had her 19th birthday in prison last week.
Here you go. Here come the water works.
Because that man... I'm sorry.
The jury foreman bullied other jurors
into finding my daughter guilty.
What, so this is her at her daughter's trial?
Yeah.
Oh! Shit! Wouldn't have recognised her.
Looks like she's lost about 20 pounds.
Just fuck off!
Had a complete makeover apparently, boss.
Then went out hunting jurors.
Right, so, she loses 20 pounds, has a complete makeover,
gives this idiot a blow job and we're gonna send her to jail?
Bill! Bill! She was right!
Hey? The system failed both her and her daughter.
But you're the Attorney General. You can't say that.
I mean, you're responsible for the system.
Right! My fault now, is it? Fucking typical.
I'm responsible for a system I can't control?
What moron came up with the independent judiciary?
Well, the separation of powers Shut up, Bill. Just shut up.
Two things need to happen.
One, Tanisha Marx needs to get out of jail.
Two, Lucy Marx does not go to jail.
Well, you know that's down to the courts, boss.
Yeah, I'm the fuckin' Attorney General.
Course I know it's down to the courts! Idiot.
Having now had the opportunity
to investigate the matter in greater detail, Your Honour,
it would appear the removalists I hired were not responsible
for the destruction of those financial records
the Tax Office has requested access to.
It would seem those documents were already damaged
prior to the move.
But I am reliably informed by the janitor
of my former storage facility, a Mr Turgut Erzeren,
that a dormer window was inadvertently left open
during the storm,
which caused flooding in the area where my documents were housed.
Your Honour, my friend the respondent
has been granted every opportunity
to either produce the subpoenaed records to the ATO
or provide a credible reason for their disappearance.
At our last mention it was the removalist's fault,
now it's the janitor's.
What will it be after that, the dog ate them?
Your Honour, we have been bogged down in procedural issues
for 18 months now.
We again respectfully submit
that Mr Greene be required to produce the financial records
for the relevant period or be found in contempt.
Mr Potter has a point, Mr Greene.
I think you've had more than enough time.
Indeed. Your Honour has been most indulgent.
But Mr Erzeren has only recently returned to Sydney
after a six month holiday visiting relatives in Turkey.
I don't see how I could have expedited matters
in any meaningful way.
Mr Erzeren, could you tell me what happened
on the afternoon of the 23rd of September.
I go, for building, for clean.
Rain bucket dogs. Swish, swish.
Floor, shine good.
No worries for you. Swish, swish.
But window, ehhh...
Your Honour, this is getting us nowhere.
I agree, Your Honour.
I had hoped to save the court the cost of a translator,
but it would seem to be necessary.
No, no, I beg you.
Let's keep going.
No, in fairness we are going to need a Turkish translator.
Now I have leave starting shortly.
We'll reconvene, three months hence on the 24th.
May it please the court.
Thank you, Your Honour.
See you at the doggies on Friday night, Cleave?
Yeah, I'll try. Thanks, mate.
The evidence on which the appellant seeks to rely
was gathered illegally,
and as such, we find it inadmissible.
This is a grave matter.
It is a cornerstone of our system of criminal justice,
that jurors not be harassed and/or threatened
before, during or after a trial.
It is the only way we can maintain confidence
in the independence of the jury.
This is your idea of justice, is it?
Did you even bother listening to the tape?
Mrs Marx! Did you? Please restrain yourself.
If you want the public to maintain confidence in the jury system,
then fucking do something to fix it!
Will the sheriffs please assist Mrs Marx?
For God's sake!
The evidence was as plain as the hairy ears on their heads.
But no, because of some legal mumbo jumbo
my daughter remains in prison.
Now I am calling on the State Attorney General
to immediately rectify this gross miscarriage of justice.
I can't rectify it. Don't have the power, love.
I'm calling on him to have a Royal Commission into this.
My sainted aunt!
To expose the rotten state of justice in New South Wales.
I have nothing else to say.
She's good.
She's sensational. She's Joan of Arc.
How do I look?
It's Section 68A of the Jury Act.
A person must not solicit information from, or harass,
a juror, or former juror,
for the purpose of obtaining information about da de da de da.
Maximum penalty, seven years.
Well, that's fine.
Sorry? Fine.
I'm more than happy to go to jail.
You want to be with your daughter.
That's not the only reason.
If you go to jail, there's going to be a shit storm in the press.
That's what you're after, isn't it?
If I get off, it'll be a story for five minutes.
If I go to jail, every day there'll be more questions,
more pressure on my MP, the Attorney General,
on the government.
Eventually, someone will have to do something about Tanisha.
So I am instructing you to plead guilty.
That's not something we hear every day, is it?
Lucy, I don't think you should plead guilty.
If it's really a shit storm you want, plead not guilty.
Make them prove their case.
You know what I mean?
Let the public see them pursue you.
Hound a grieving mother until she's behind bars.
It won't be prosecution, it'll be persecution.
But I will be found guilty?
Oh, in my capable hands,
I don't see how you could possibly avoid a jail term.
She cannot go to jail. It'll kill us in the process.
That is also the Premier's firm view.
Good. Can't you drop the charges?
She's publicly admitted to a very serious offence.
The Director's adamant. We have no choice but to prosecute.
Fine. Far be it for this office
to attempt to interfere with the course of justice.
But is it not the Director who selects Counsel, is it not?
So you want someone green?
Emerald, I think, is what we're looking for.
Now, who's going to judge this thing?
Do we have a mother on the bench? If not, let's appoint one.
It's rather liberating, don't you think, Cock?
What?
Having a client who's guilty for a very good reason.
And who wants to go to jail.
So even if we screw up, we're doing the right thing.
I wish all my clients were as guilty as she is.
Hey, shouldn't we get going?
No, Scarlet's meeting us here at half past.
Cool.
How are things in the marital home?
Very cool.
Did she say where she was the other night?
No, you were right. She'd just gone for a drive.
If there is nothing else, my servitude is over for the day.
Nicolette, you have, as always, been just marvellous.
Bloody hell.
Is that a ring?
Mm-hmm.
Congratulations! When did this happen?
Three weeks ago.
Why didn't you say anything?
There's a sweep going round on how long it'd take you to notice.
I had two months. Who's the poor bastard?
Who do you think?
Bevan. Bevan?
Oh. Well. At last, an honest woman, eh?
Ah, how long have you two been going out again?
Oh, 11 years.
11 years? Mmm.
He really is a bit slow off the mark, isn't he?
He's had commitment issues. I see. And you?
Knew the moment I met him I'd marry him.
Wait a minute. Weren't you in school 11 years ago?
Mm-hmm.
So he was your first? Mm-hmm.
And only? Mm-hmm.
You've never been with anyone else? Uh-uh.
Well, aren't you curious?
Cleave! What, about other men?
Well, yes, about other men.
There's a whole world of other men out there.
Different shapes and colours, sizes.
And what about women?
What about them?
How do you know you're not a lesbian if you've never been with a woman?
Believe me, I know. Not a lesbian.
Oh, you say that now.
But five years down the track and you're sitting opposite Bevan
in some tortuously deafening marital silence,
thinking about the opportunities you gave up
because you decided to imprison yourself with one man
who may not even be a good root
because we haven't slept with anybody else.
I mean, I understand people who settle for second best
as an informed choice but you're not even doing that.
You're out there in some fantastical Jane Austen bullshit haze.
Anyway, couldn't be happier.
A little chilly, isn't it?
Try not to pull a number like you did last year, hey, mate?
It took Juliette 11.5 months to forgive you.
Best behaviour, mate, promise.
He didn't even stop at the light.
He just sailed through.
I mean, it is a miracle that no-one was hurt.
There are so many lunatics on the road nowadays.
Correct.
So Blake, he insisted, for his own peace of mind,
while I'm ferrying the children around -
I couldn't argue with that.
So he test drove the top four and settled on the Porsche.
You know, and I don't care what anyone says.
It is not self-indulgence
when you are keeping your kids out of harm's way.
Correct.
Here she is.
Hello. Hi.
Barney. Scarlet. This is Melissa.
Hi. Good to meet you.
You look lovely. Thank you.
I know, it was a little bit cruel.
Hey!
Harry fucking Potter.
You're kidding me! Tell me it isn't so.
Oh, when did this happen?
He gave a tax seminar at law school a couple of months ago.
A tax seminar? That's where the magic happened, was it?
That's where you heard the violins and felt the earth move?
In a tax seminar! Cleaver, please!
I've been bitching to you for over a year about this guy.
It took me a while to put two and two together
because you always referred to him as Harry,
and he referred to you as the clown.
He refers to me as what?
He says it with a degree of affection.
Missy, the guy's trying to bankrupt me.
If our time together means anything...
For God's sake, get a grip! It's nothing personal. He took a brief.
He's a prig.
He's talented, he's honest, he's loyal.
Exactly! There are any number of reasons why he's wrong for you.
Jesus, Cleave. Would you give it a rest?
Have you told him yet?
Told him what?
About your previous life as the other kind of solicitor?
I didn't think so.
Hi.
No.
We were there, remember that.
And your response?
So have you met Cleaver Greene before?
Why do you ask?
I just saw you two talking when you were coming out of the loo
and it looked oddly intense.
Yes! Well, as it turns out,
Cleaver is an old friend of a cousin of mine.
Angus. Family black sheep.
Right. Did you hear my mobile?
I don't think so.
No, for the thousandth time, I'm not going to the Ivy tonight.
What is it with these people?
There's more to that point I was making, so just let me say this.
Just be quiet while I say this because this really irritates me,
and I've thought about it a lot, OK?
So what I want to say is, you've got to keep the warring tribes apart.
You know, it's the wretched politics that drive me nuts.
It's supposed to be a happy event.
Correct. That is absolutely correct.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry. Linda, isn't it? Leanne.
Leanne, yeah. Sorry to interrupt, Leanne,
but I'm curious about something.
Oh, yes?
Yep. I've noticed you say the word 'correct' a lot.
Really? Yeah.
I hadn't noticed.
Yes, when somebody says something that you agree with,
you don't say 'yes' or 'uh-ha' or even, 'you go, girl'.
You say 'correct'.
I'm sorry, you've lost me, Cleaver.
Oh, well, it's sort of like a school teacher talking to a 10-year-old.
You know, you're not actually agreeing, you're approving.
It's as if the statement is invalid until you deem it so.
Your point being?
Well, it's like you're an arbiter of the truth.
It's a way of being smug and superior, Leanne,
which is why so many fuckwits in the city use it.
And now it's spread into the mouths of the spouses
like some sort of contagion.
Your kids'll be saying it soon
from the backseat of the four-wheel-drive Porsche,
feeling safe and smug and superior.
Buying a Porsche SUV for the sake of the kids' safety.
I don't think I've heard such transparently banal bullshit
in my entire life.
You go girl!
Ah, Harry-Sorry-David.
Interesting evening.
Just trying to keep the conversation chugging along.
So, Melissa tells me you're a friend of her cousin's?
Angus. Yes.
Yeah. Yes, old friends.
Old, old friends.
Oh, he's a piece of work, old Angus. Dark horse.
Black sheep, she said.
I don't know if this racial profiling of livestock's
getting us anywhere.
She tell you why he's such a dark sheep?
No.
They had a thing, he and Melissa. Romantic thing.
Must have been, ah, 10 years ago.
She'd have barely been 17.
Yep. Something like that.
He would have been, oh, 38, 39.
Tell me, are they, ah, are they first...
First cousins, yeah.
Yeah, the shit hit the fan when the family found out.
You can imagine. Lasted the better part of a year.
You must know all this.
Bits. Yeah.
They ran off to Paris together. All very tempestuous.
She left him, he tried to top himself,
she went back and he went off to work for Bob Geldof.
All very messy.
It makes you think.
Sure does.
The poor darling. Some of the things she's had to cope with.
Well, hello.
Mr Greene, how are you?
Battered, Ms Marx, but that's a pretty common condition for me.
You live around here? Mmm.
Just up on Rockwall Crescent.
I have seen you around before. Please sit down.
Pico, Mr Cleaver? Oh, thanks, mate.
Max!
Sorry for the state of my life.
So...
How's the Lucy Marx thing going?
She wants to go to jail.
She wants to be a martyr.
Well, nothing wrong with that if the cause is right.
You know there's not a soul at the DPP who worked on that case
who thinks Tanisha's innocent.
Yeah, well, that's because you guys are the prosecution.
You have that dominant suspicion gene.
Oh!
Really? Mm.
Come on, even Dennis has his doubts and he was her solicitor.
You want to have a chat with him.
You're up early.
Oh, don't be rude.
Like that. And then...
Ahhh!
Hey, just so you know, Cleaver told me about you and Angus.
Oh, did he?
What exactly did he tell you about me and Angus?
You two running off to Paris, him trying to kill himself, Bob Geldof.
Oh, must have been around the time your parents died.
How were they with it?
Oh, I mean, they were...
They were appalled.
But you did manage to patch things up with them before they passed?
Yeah. They weren't the sort to bear grudges.
Hey, you know you can tell me anything, or nothing.
I'm just... I'm here, hmm?
You finish the coffee. I'll get the paper.
Hey, Bruce.
How are ya, Dave? Good mate, good.
No rest for the wicked, eh? Tell me about it.
Well, see ya. Crisis.
What? I blew it, and there's no milk.
Bugger!
Hey! David!
Oh, dear.
Yep. Yep, gotcha.
Thanks, mate.
They picked up your neighbour's brother.
Some sort of family feud.
How is he?
He was very lucky. The shoulder's a flesh wound.
The other bullet went through the abdomen.
No organs were damaged. He'll be fine.
Oh, thank God.
Dad?
Where is the bloody thing? I had it out this morning.
Can't believe you haven't seen this. Dad?
Ali and Foreman, the Rumble In The Jungle.
It's human perfection.
I'm seeing someone, Dad.
So she's a girl from your school.
And, ah, you're doing the...
Mm-hmm.
And you're taking precautions? Yes.
OK.
She's in your class.
She's in my class, yeah.
OK, I don't see what the bloody subterfuge is about.
The girl hasn't told her parents, won't, can't,
and I know Mum'd insist we start a constructive dialogue with them
and make sure we're all on the same emotional page.
I don't know.
Dad, I'm really into her.
Could we come here?
There's nowhere else for us to go. Oh, mate!
You don't want us paying for some crappy room in the Cross.
Not when you've got a crappy room in the Cross for free.
It'll only be after school.
Two afternoons a week, three max.
And you'll be at work anyway. You won't even know we've been here.
Mate, I... listen, I might have my own needs with that bed.
I might be in love myself
and I might not want it smelling of teen spirit.
You're in love, too? Yes, could be.
Could very well be.
She's like a mixture of Mandela and Ghandi and Mother Teresa
all rolled into one. Oh, yuck.
But hot.
Hot.
...in Sydney's inner west this afternoon.
David Potter was shot twice after his neighbour's brother opened fire
outside a Lilyfield home.
Ohh.
You're kidding me. You are kidding me.
So the first bullet hits him and he doesn't even go down.
Then the guy's gun jams
and he keeps pointing it at David and pulling the trigger
but nothing happens. Thank God for that.
If it'd been me I'd have bolted, but David just charged him.
I couldn't believe my eyes!
Yes, I'll bet, yeah.
I've never seen courage like it, Cleave.
I mean, nothing in my life has ever come close.
Well, that sort of behaviour's instinctive, isn't it?
I beg your pardon?
Well, I mean, it's not a conscious decision, is it?
It bloody well was.
He'd been shot. He didn't know what he was doing.
I'd have done the same. You?
Do you remember the time the fire alarm went off in the club?
You were hysterical. I was handcuffed to the bed.
You can't even give him credit when he gets shot twice
trying to save his neighbour's life!
Frankly, it doesn't sound like he was in that much danger.
I mean, four shots off, no fatalities,
and nobody even on the critical list.
It's not exactly Mossad, is it? You're impossible.
And thanks for the details about me and Angus.
As if I was going to let that go through to the keeper.
PHONE BEEPS Oh, shit.
Problem?
I was supposed to meet Mother Teresa for a drink.
Go. I can amuse myself until Mum gets back.
You sure?
What's wrong?
Oh, baby. Cleaver, what is it?
Oh, nothing.
Oh, this guy I know got shot.
Who?
Oh, not the hero lawyer guy.
Yeah, the hero lawyer guy.
Is he a friend of yours?
No, he's not a friend of mine and he's not a fucking hero, alright?
He's a tax lawyer.
Now he's been shot everyone thinks he's Jesus F. Bloody Kennedy!
He's not a hero. You're a hero.
Really? Yeah.
You're my hero. Really?
What? Oh, what the hell is that?
What? Oh, God.
Oh, that would be my son's.
Thought I could smell teenager.
I know, it's revolting, isn't it?
Anyway, we shouldn't let that interrupt our conference.
Our conference? Us doing it is a conference?
For billing purposes.
You don't want me doing any real prep, do you?
We might stand a chance of winning.
So what can I do for you, Cleave?
Who's Katrina Ryan?
Ah, I remember hearing something about her.
Is she against you and Marx? Yeah, she is as a matter of fact.
You know, she's only two years out of law school.
Is she? I heard she's a bit of a young gun.
I hear she needs a bullet.
Nothing to do with me, mate. It's the DPP's call.
I guess you guys just got lucky.
Any word on the judge?
Ah, yeah. Yeah. Jessica Mason.
Jess Mason? You're kidding me.
No. No, that's what I've been told.
Right.
Single mother with four daughters,
one of whom lost a leg in that ferry disaster last year.
Yeah, yeah. That was a tragedy. Joe, what's going on?
No idea what you're talking about.
I've got Julie Andrews for a judge
and Shirley Temple for the prosecution.
Cleave, mate, I told ya. Nothing to do with me.
PHONE RINGS Oh, mate, I gotta go.
I'd wish you luck, Cleave, but I'm not sure you need it.
The bastards are throwing it. They want her to walk free.
I heard about Katrina Ryan.
Yeah, it gets better. We're going to be before Jess Mason.
She's not going to send Lucy to jail. She'll give her a medal.
I know. We've got to figure out some way to piss her off.
Her and the jury.
That's never been a problem for you before.
You want to have lunch?
No, I can't. Having lunch with Dennis the Menace.
Why? He defended Tanisha.
He said he's happy to have a quiet word. The more we know...
Well, it was bloody weird.
Here was their star fullback stabbed to death,
and none of his team-mates would talk about it.
Not even to the prosecution.
None of them had a clue, apparently.
Don't know anything, barely knew her,
Gav was a good bloke but kept to himself.
They have anything to say about Tanisha?
No.
But I could tell she was not well liked.
Every time I mentioned her name, the room got a little chillier.
Doesn't make her guilty.
Here she comes! Ms Marx! Ms Marx!
Um, yes, Your Honour.
What we... ah, what we have...
The case before Your Honour is one of grave greatness... great gravity.
The relevant section is... sorry,
if Your Honour will bear with me. 68A.
Section 68A. Um, ah, here it is.
Your Honour, could I request a brief adjournment
while I confer with my client?
Certainly, Mr Greene.
All rise.
Ms Ryan, may I have a word?
Oh, Mr Greene, hello. Thank you, by the way.
That was very kind. Well, what are learned friends for?
You seem a little flustered.
Is it noticeable? Only to the highly trained eye.
It's my first big trial.
To be frank, I was rather surprised when they briefed me.
I remember my first big trial. I was throwing up all day.
So was I. I... still am, in fact.
Have you heard of beta blockers?
Um, I think so.
They take away that, ah, performance anxiety.
Oh, really? Mm.
Look, I happen to have a couple on me.
That's so kind of you. Thank you. Keep the pack.
Don't you need them? Probably not today.
Your Honour, as I was saying before the recess,
offences under the Jury Act represent a most grave threat
to our system of justice.
Jurors must feel safe and free in their decision taking,
not just before, not just during but also subsequent to their verdict
What the hell? She's good.
What can I say?
Women.
They're such flighty things, aren't they?
Erratic, unpredictable.
Quick to respond to sudden impulses.
Laughing one minute, crying bloody murder the next.
And not just when they have their periods.
Mr Greene, may I ask where this is leading?
Your Honour, my client is a woman.
We are aware of that fact, Mr Greene.
And she's not just a woman, Your Honour. She's a mother.
Go on. Thank you.
A mother's greatest boast
is that she will go to extraordinary lengths
to defend and protect her children.
Tanisha Marx was born as a result of a one-night stand
that Lucy had in Auckland some 19 years ago.
The father, to this day, is blissfully ignorant of the fact
that he even has a daughter.
The fact that Lucy Marx had a lot of sexual partners
when she was young has absolutely no bearing on this case,
and you must disregard that fact.
You must also disregard the fact
that Ms Marx is still clearly prepared to sleep with anyone
if that's what it takes for her to pursue her quest for justice,
and vengeance,
however much that quest may seem to conflict
with the so-called laws that govern this state.
Thank you, Your Honour.
He didn't! He didn't.
That conniving bastard!
He's gone totally broken arrow on us, boss.
Shitting shits!
Fuck's sake!
In all my years, I have never seen such a display.
Such wilful negligence.
Your opening was more damaging to your client's case than Ms Ryan's.
Well, I'm saddened Your Honour feels that way.
It was a strategy devised in full consultation with my client.
KNOCK ON DOOR Come!
Your Honour.
Have you sought further instructions, Mr Meaher?
I have, Your Honour, and Ms Marx is perfectly happy
with the way Mr Greene is conducting this case.
Alright, you two, what's going on here?
Whatever do you mean, Your Honour?
I mean, I am this fucking close
to referring your conduct to the Bar Association.
Were you aware of the existence of the Jury Act
before contriving to meet Mr Daniels at Chaser's?
I most certainly was. Oh!
Were you aware that seeking information
about a jury's deliberations,
even after a sentence has been passed was a crime?
A crime subject to the maximum of seven years in prison, yes.
Right.
Ah... ah... ah.
Well, ah, then... no further questions, Your Honour.
Anything further, Mr Greene?
Nothing further. Thank you, Your Honour.
Are you sure of that?
Quite sure. Thank you, Your Honour.
- We'll resume in the morning. - All rise.
Her Honour, a single mother, is about to have your balls on a plate.
Short-term tactical necessity. Long-term testicular catastrophe.
The Conduct Committee made it clear last time
they didn't want to see you again.
Bunch of pussies. Who could have you struck off.
We've got a client who's prepared to go to jail on principle.
What sort of dipshit would I be to worry about the Conduct Committee?
What about Mick and Vanessa's repayment plan?
You really are Captain Buzzkill. What if Tanisha's guilty?
Barnyard, I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing.
Michael Warner? Yeah?
You're Gavin Warner's cousin? Yep.
So you think Tanisha'll get out?
There's a chance.
There's a lot of political pressure. It's an election year.
And she's pretty. The public always forgives the pretty ones.
Look, mate, I just need to know what happened.
So we can do the right thing.
We want to do the right thing.
Your name'll never be mentioned.
Is it true that you told the jury foreman that Tanisha was a bitch
and she killed your cousin? Mmmm.
You had information?
But you didn't give it to the police.
I wanted to tell the cops what really happened
but no-one'd back me up.
They said it'd be my word against theirs,
and if it came down to it they'd say
I was the one she was rooting out of school.
Who's they? His team-mates.
Tanisha was having an affair with one of Gav's team-mates? No.
She was having an affair with his coach.
You know, he's married, Catholic,
father of six kids, eight premierships,
purer than pure super coach.
Clive Booth? Yeah.
Are you sure? Yeah.
Yeah, Gav told me. He couldn't do anything about that.
Clive Booth was a god to him. He's a god to everyone.
Alright, the night he died,
Gav rang me and told me he was going to confront her about it.
And you think that Booth was there?
Not if the time of death's right.
He was giving a speech halfway across town.
But I bet he helped get rid of the body.
When did Clive Booth die again?
About four months after Gav.
Heart attack, right? Yeah.
Come up.
Is Lucy upstairs?
Yeah, but she's cool.
Tanisha did it.
Oh, not this shit again. Yeah, this shit again.
Barnyard, you can't possibly know she did it.
Yeah, I can. I just spent two hours with Gav Warner's cousin.
The cousin! He was part of the problem in the first place.
Clive Booth was the problem, mate.
Tanisha was having an affair with him.
Gav found out and threatened to go public.
It's the only way it makes sense, Cleave.
Everything Dennis said, the DPP... No.
This is me talking, mate. She's using you.
No.
What did he want?
Nothing important.
He's just having a few problems at home.
I didn't want to talk about the trial,
what happened in the jury room, none of it.
She made me talk about it. I feel violated.
Mr Daniels, what was Ms Marx doing
while you were having this conversation?
She was...
..going down on me.
I beg your pardon?
She was going down on me.
Going down on you.
By which you mean she was performing oral sex on you.
Yes.
That's how she compelled you to break your oath to the court?
Mr Daniels, you're 28 years old, is that correct?
Yes.
Ms Marx is 38 years old. Do you prefer the company of older women?
I don't know. She was nice looking.
I put it to you, Mr Daniels,
that it was you who was seeking to take advantage that evening.
Advantage of a lonely, vulnerable woman.
No. I see.
How much did the 'Tele' pay you for your story?
How much, Mr Daniels?
20 grand.
So you got a slap up meal, oral sex and 20 grand
and still you feel violated?
Some people are very hard to satisfy, Mr Daniels.
What was that?
You know, since when was attacking Daniels part of the plan?
For a moment there it sounded like you wanted to nail him.
Sorry. Old habits, you know.
I am not happy about what happened in there.
You were a part of Tanisha's alibi, weren't you?
Yes.
You told the trial that on the night Gavin died
you had a phone call from Tanisha and you chatted for a few moments.
You said she sounded fine. Yes.
Her phone records bore that out. Why do you ask?
Because your phone records also bear out the fact
that you made another call after you hung up from Tanisha.
You called Clive Booth.
I'm presuming you told him to go over to Tanisha's place
and help her dispose of the body.
You blackmailing him.
It's sort of your MO, isn't it?
Signature dish.
I did what any mother would do.
Not my Mum.
I can't represent you anymore, Lucy.
I was only prepared to put you in jail when you weren't guilty.
That is going to have consequences.
Everything does.
I really liked her.
It was weird. She reminded me of you somehow.
How did that make you feel?
Strangely comforted.
I had this fantasy about coming around here
one time with Lucy and...
And what, we'd end up jelly wrestling?
I hadn't thought of that but now you mention it.
So, did she displace your feelings for Melissa?
What does that matter? Answer the question.
Oh, come on, darling. You know me.
My feelings never get displaced. They just get added to.
I still love everyone I've ever loved.
You, Missy,
Miss Harbright, my fourth grade teacher.
And?
After Judge Jessica Mason ruled a mistrial,
she referred Lucy Marx's counsel, Cleaver Greene,
to the Professional Conduct Committee of the Bar Council.
It's the Bar Association.
It has sent shockwaves through Sydney's legal community.
Cleaver Greene was not only negligent at my trial.
Oh, hello.
At possibly the most vulnerable time of my life,
he seduced me and for most of the last week before my trial
we were having sexual intercourse.
Oh, yes!
He did almost no work. He even bragged about it.
We shouldn't let that interrupt our conference.
Our conference? Us doing it is a conference?
For billing purposes.
You don't want me doing any real prep, do you?
We might stand a chance of winning.
I heard the news.
Are you OK?
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