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Bosoms don't have to be big.
Surely the great test of a democracy
is its enduring ability to handle truth.
That's not what it's about for me.
They can be small and pert.
When the Athenian Draco began to wrestle
with the inherent difficulties posed by the notion of democracy
in 631BC,
he set forward a series of propositions
that have reverberated over the brutal passage
of the past 2,500 years.
It's about the nipple.
We in the Western world still struggle to understand
all that the term 'democracy' entails.
No, correction. It's more than that.
It's about the areola.
When Western governments stifle information
in the pretence they are protecting democracy,
when through the uncritical gaze of media
they extol the need for secrecy and pervert operation,
then bit by bit we erode the very fundamentals
of free and open government.
I love the dark bit around the nipple.
Sometimes it isn't dark.
Sometimes it's more pink.
I don't like that as much.
I'm effectively charged with treason,
heresy in the language of the Spanish Inquisition
where this trial rightly belongs.
Treason because I chose to release so-called top-secret information.
Only top-secret because they didn't want the public
to know of the lies and the deceit they were trying to conceal.
I could have fought extradition,
but I chose not to.
I have come home voluntarily,
not only to defend these charges but to defend democracy,
and if that is a crime,
then hang me.
Josh, do you think you'll get a fair trial?
Josh! Joshua!
Care to accompany me to the police station
for my twice daily weigh-in?
Oh, Josh, that's just what I had in mind.
We're going the right way?
'If that is a crime, then hang me'?
It's pretty butch, right? You are the consummate wanker.
Oh, remind me not to call you as a character witness.
They will call me, won't they?
Ex-prostitute, political contacts.
They're gonna throw everything they can at us, huh?
Bet on it. But if I do end up going to prison
for the rest of my natural life,
at least you can write another warts and all novel about it.
You'll make millions. Left.
What is this place?
A portal to a lion's den somehow springs to mind.
I wouldn't be surprised.
Hm?
It wasn't as though I was touching their nipples.
I was metres away each time.
That's not a crime, is it?
I think you'll find, Alastair, that being a peeping tom
does actually infringe the democratic rights
of other free citizens,
particularly those with pouting or even sagging breasts.
Would you mind waiting outside for a minute
while I go over the nuances of this matter with Mr Lincoln?
Lincoln? Sure.
Where's the file?
There is a tad of confusion with the paperwork.
Yes, well, unless that fella is a 53-year-old mother of two,
there would appear to be some confusion.
I think that is a photograph of the woman whose breasts were...
I think it might be useful for the case
if we have the file of the accused.
Well, that's exactly right.
No, it's either right or it's not right.
It's either exact or it's inexact.
The combination of the two words doesn't make it
either more right or more exact.
That's very true, isn't it?
Alastair? Eyes up. Yeah?
Yeah. Lincoln is going to let you know when we have a date.
I've given Mr Emery the date.
Oh. There's no trial date yet.
OK, then I won't. But I will. Um...
Do you... I haven't sealed it yet. Thanks.
Shall we...? Mr Emery?
Um... Just watch the...
Yeah. Sorry.
No.
Have we found a new home yet?
No, we haven't.
What else have we got on apart from the areola-philiac?
A couple of parole violations,
AVO application, another flasher.
Burglary. Armed?
No, afraid not.
Oh. Oh, here we are.
We've got a nice little bashing. Oh, and it's grievous.
Right. No money in the light ones.
Sally!
Come out, talk to me!
I have rights, it was my child too!
Sally! Please, just talk to me!
Fuzz, for Christ's sake, can you shut up?
You're humiliating us in front of the whole neighbourhood.
Sally! I love you!
Do you hear me?
Everyone except her can hear you.
It's OK, go back inside.
He's just having a... drug episode.
No, I'm bloody well not!
It's better they think you're a normal 18-year-old with normal problems!
You were the one trying to bash her door in when you found out.
I had cause! Did you know she was having an abortion?
Oh, God, what did you expect she was going to do?
Grow up, Fuzz! She's a divorced mother of two
and you haven't even finished school!
OK, Mum, we had a connection. We could have worked it through.
Oh, yeah, you could have bought a small farm
and grow organic alpacas and raised cushions.
Stop being weird!
Why can't you at least get a girl your own age pregnant?
You're worried about what they think?
They all think you're pathetic.
Sally! Sally!
Yell all you like. She's gone to Byron.
Sally!
Oh, he's single again if you're interested.
Mr Greene, I believe you're representing yourself.
Yes, that's right. I am capable of that.
Others need a lot more help.
As I say, let's try and keep it constructive, shall we?
Mr McManus, would you like to kick off?
Yes. The facts are as outlined...
The facts are that this man,
probably through a deep personal sense
of self-loathing and failure,
shamelessly lied and defamed me in a blog and on radio.
Failure!
Before he ran off to the safety of the stalls at State Parliament,
this cock was a hack tax lawyer, for Christ's sake.
I'm hearing a lot of emotional language here.
Please let Mr Potter make his case.
He doesn't have one!
This asexual pontificating clown slandered me
and I responded in kind.
I underestimated, however, the sensitivity
of his emotional condition.
Please, Mr Greene.
You are a pathetic, alcoholic, drug-addled excuse of a man!
A tragic example of everything gone wrong in the legal profession.
I don't think that's particularly helpful either.
He is beyond help!
To invest any effort in him is a waste of breath.
Shall we recalibrate here?
Recalibrate away, love. Unless you can do it
with mime or picture cards, he won't understand it.
Well, sorry our mediation process has been cut off at the nuts.
Looks like you'll be paying your circus monkey
for a while longer, mate.
What?
This one's on the house, Cleave.
Oh, Tom!
Mate!
And here's the Canadian survey on mandatory sentencing.
It's a few years old.
Yeah, read it.
Same conclusion as the British study, right?
It's never worked anywhere.
You know the Yanks jailed a 17-year-old kid for life
for stealing a can of soft drink?
Three strikes and you're out. It's madness.
Hold on, I thought I was in for an all-in brawl with you on this.
On mandatory sentencing? Uh-huh.
No, the evidence is in. It doesn't work.
Hey, Engels, what do you make of this Joshua Floyd business?
Oh, um...
Well, as a civil libertarian, I'm torn.
If what he leaked endangers lives, I don't know.
Yeah, but he's got a point though, hasn't he?
I mean, all this bloody secrecy over bugger all, really.
The public already know we're a bunch of liars and frauds.
Why not make it official?
Still, bloody glad it's not our fight.
Col!
Very, very bad news, I'm afraid, mate.
What's that?
Kirsty's father passed away.
She's very upset.
Oh, yeah, that's... bummer.
She was an only child, so they were really, really close.
Terrific bloke.
We shared many a laugh over a coldie, always up for a yarn.
I'm gonna order some flowers straight away. Nicole!
She's your woman, mate.
You need to be by her side now. She is hurting.
And I will be by her side, mate.
It's just...
Tomorrow's...
Maybe I can move my 9am.
You can move them all before I move every organ in your body.
Consider it done.
Look, there he is with me when I was five.
A fine, fine looking man.
No, that's a farmhand. That's him there.
Even better-looking.
That's our farm.
And that was my pony, Wingo.
A magnificent animal.
His real name was Ringo.
But when I was little, I couldn't say my Rs
and so Daddy said to me, 'It's alright, love.'
'Wingo he is.'
Too many memories.
Too many to count.
So...
So I guess the farm is yours now?
No, no. After all that...
After all that shit with Mick,
Daddy said to me, 'I know you've got your own dreams, love.
I know you're not gonna want to run the farm, '
and so he sold it and he gave me all the money.
That's the sort of man he was.
So he sort of willed it to you before he died. Right?
I can't believe you're asking us this.
The gall is gobsmacking, even by your standards.
It's common practice.
But more than that, it's common sense.
He isn't dead. And thank God for that!
But how can you possibly claim your share of his estate if he isn't dead?
Look, Dad loves us, alright?
He wants us to be happy.
I'm gonna get a third anyway,
and it just so happens that I have a great need right at the moment,
and so if I could just get an advance on that.
Not all of it, just enough to get me out of a temporary bog.
You keep pissing your life up against a wall, don't you, Cleaver?
I will discount my share.
And what about the money we spend on him while he is alive?
That's the beauty of the discount.
Cleaver, he hasn't left you anything.
'Lily and Jane, thank you for being such a comfort to me
in difficult times.
To you, I leave my house,
and any cash in whatever accounts I may have,
and I also leave you all my shares.'
Wh... He's got a...
Does he mention me somewhere?
'To Cleaver, I leave you my watch.'
'I have given you a lot in life, son,
and you have earned a great deal of money in your career,
and have been given ample opportunity.
Know that I love you and still hope
you can make something...
better of your life.'
I told him that I thought it was unfair.
Cleave, he does love you.
It's just that he pinned so many hopes on you and...
OK, this is worse than the grilling I got from ASIO.
Who's grilling? I'm just asking.
You saw her yesterday.
Why is it necessary for her to join us tonight?
Your past is littered with way more baggage than mine.
My God, woman, you wrote a book about it.
Yes, but it's in the past.
As is Therese. We divorced five years ago.
Our time together's precious.
Listen, if it wasn't for Therese,
goodplumbing probably wouldn't even exist.
She raised a lot of money. She still is.
I don't want to argue.
We don't even know how many more night we have.
I don't want to spend it arguing.
Hey, don't overplay the life behind bars thing.
It loses impact.
Hmm.
So when am I gonna meet Cleaver Greene?
This ex-great love?
Stop saying that. And just for the record...
Ohh. How great, she's early.
I'm really tired.
I don't think I'll read the rest of those submissions.
OK.
What?
Nothing.
Fine.
It's no reading.
No reading, then.
Let's have another month with no reading.
You can if you want to.
No, it's fine.
Barn, if you wanna have sex...
Who said anything about sex?
No, I wanna read.
I wanna read all night.
Long, hard and deep.
Oh!
Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!
Ohh.
Oh, I'm feeling so many emotions right now, you know?
Like, um...
Oh, God.
Grief and joy and...
Oh, shit, maybe even love.
Ohh.
Kirsty, we really need to talk.
What? I'm just worried that things between us are...
What? What? Come on, tell me.
No, just that they're...
too good.
Aww.
You know, the last time I ever felt like this about anyone
was when Mick...
Yeah, got put away for chopping your lover up
into bite-sized chunks and burying him under asphalt.
Yeah.
I don't think I could go through that again.
And that sentiment does you no end of credit, Kirsty.
Thank you.
Really.
But the thing is...
We just... We come from such different worlds, you know.
I mean, I move in such weird, tricky little circles.
Yeah.
I'm just worried that that's gonna destroy us both.
You're right.
I am, aren't I? Yeah.
Dammit.
We'll just have to introduce each other to each other's worlds.
When the Athenian, Draco, began to wrestle
with the inherent difficulties
posed by the notion of democracy in 631 BC,
he set forward a series of propositions...
Draco the Athenian.
Fuck me.
Joshua the interminable wanker.
Wendy?
Hi, sorry to call. I just...
Fuzz has flipped out again. He found out she had an abortion.
Who, Sally? No, my mother.
Yes, of course bloody Sally.
She's gone to Byron,
so at least I'm not gonna be a grandmother
to a woman who's nearly a year older than me.
Well, technically, you were never actually gonna be that, but...
that's a good result then, isn't it?
Oh, he's blaming me, you, the universe.
Want me to come over?
No, it's alright. I just wanted to talk to you.
Oh, well, at least he knows we adore him.
That's got to count for something, doesn't it?
Yeah, well, we can love him all we like,
but he's still kicking in doors.
Do you remember how you felt when he was born?
Yeah.
Delirious.
He was such a happy baby.
Well, you know, I mean,
happiness is a pretty fluid old concept these days.
I mean, it's basically people sipping lattes, isn't it?
Every lifestyle ad you see these days
has got a his or her professional chugging down a latte.
You know, we've got no other fucking vision of happiness,
save pouring frothy milk over the top of beans
picked by indentured 12-year-old labour.
Have you got someone there?
Yep, but don't worry about it.
Why didn't you tell me?
Oh, no, it's OK.
She's just a woman I owe some money to.
You heard Dr Anastasis's view that in Alastair's loneliness
and lack of self-worth,
he emotionally fixated
on the very time that he felt safe and loved,
when he was suckling on his mother's bosoms.
This is not about sex.
He...
He never touched any of these women.
Spied on them, yes,
and maybe masturbated in public.
But these are symptoms of a profound condition.
Mr Emery poses no threat to society whatsoever.
He is a sick, sick man and he needs treatment.
We do not lock up sick people, we treat them.
Cleaver, Cleaver, there's someone I want you to meet.
Joshua, this is Cleaver.
Hi.
'We don't lock up sick people, we treat them.'
Great stuff, very entertaining.
Yes, well I was going to invoke the ghost of the Athenian Draco,
but it felt, what's the word, pretentious?
Aha! Yes. That's what she said.
Excuse me.
Sean, mate.
Just give me a sec, will you?
Sorry, I have to take this.
Sean Peon's coordinating some support for me in the States.
It was great meeting you. Coordinate away!
Tell the Sean-meister he owes me a grand from Vegas.
Well, your practice is still flourishing, I see.
'Great stuff. Really entertaining.'
What the fuck are you supposed to say
about a guy who jerks off over the dark circles around nipples?
Maybe his dad was a big darts man.
So are you gonna come tomorrow or not?
Remind me.
The lunch?
Come on. You're frightened that you'll like him.
He's funny, he's rude, he loves getting up people's noses.
There's gonna be some seriously important people there.
Oh, sweetheart, you are talking to an open door.
Will Sean be in attendance?
Let me just... I'll park the Prius. I'll be right along.
You know what I think?
I think you dislike him on the compelling principle
that he's fighting a truly noble cause you wish you were fighting.
Sweetheart, no. No.
Thank you.
And you wonder why I describe you as a child in my book?
Your name will be on the door.
Look, I gotta go.
Alright, just email me through everything, I'll have a look.
OK.
Cal, what the hell is this?
I don't know. What is it?
'An inside source said it is hotly rumoured
that the Attorney General will introduce mandatory sentencing legislation
in the life of this parliament.'
Here.
Fuck. No photo.
Um, what happened to 'mandatory sentencing doesn't work,
the evidence is in.' It is in.
It doesn't work. Why wouldn't they print a photo?
Why did you have me running around chasing up all those studies?
Well, I had to counter all arguments.
I mean, look, I don't like this any more than you do,
but that's what the tabloids tell the people what they want.
Right? That's the trouble with having a bloody democracy
and a free press.
Can't cope with both, Engels.
Fucking idiots. They'd have thousands on file.
Is it still OK if I come and watch you milk
and grab a couple of litres?
Yes.
This mob are exactly the kind
of self-sufficient small...
Jesus Christ!
I hope you don't mind. I had a key cut.
I've got a key for my apartment to give to you as well.
Oh, beauty.
You know, I woke up this morning and I said to myself,
'Kirsty Corella, get a hold of yourself.
Your daddy wouldn't want you wallowing around in a blue.'
So I thought to myself, didn't I, what about a little lunch?
Ahh. Ah, that would be great.
But I'm... I'm a bit busy, guys.
Actually... What?
Do you know what? Let's do it.
Come on, all work and no play.
Come on. Let's go!
I've got the perfect venue for us. Really?
Yeah, we are going to have a blast.
Goodplumbing? I know this prick.
This bastard sold our country's secrets.
Let me guess which paper you read. Yeah.
It's gonna be full of celebs. Like who?
Oh, they'll all be in here.
Russell's in there, Nicole'll be in there.
The bald chef from the TV show you're always talking about,
he'll be in there, Draco the Athenian will be there.
Maybe you can get some autographs.
She's got quite a collection now.
This is very much an autograph kind of event.
You want to be a part of my world, this is it.
Mate, am I dressed right for this?
Oh, mate, it's very much come as you are.
Excuse me, sir, your name, please?
Look, we're here with the bridal party.
This is Serene Highness Prince Col of Batavia,
the Duchess Kirsty.
OK, mate. Piss off out of here.
Hi. Hi, you came.
I'm Melissa. Col. Yeah, Col.
Yes, I remember.
Hi, and... Kirsty.
Hi.
Yeah, I'm Cleaver's um...
I suppose... Yeah, we're an item.
Terrific. Why don't you come in and talk to Joshua?
Let's.
Shit! That is Magda, isn't it? Over there.
That is Magda.
She seems nice.
She's, uh, she's extraordinary. We're very much in love.
If you're trying to make a scene, Josh won't give a rat's arse.
Hey, Cleaver.
I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name already.
Oh, I'm hard to avoid, aren't I?
Ted's here. We'll talk.
Will we?
Historically, America had the chance to back India,
but they were so fearful of its ties to Russia,
they poured billions of dollars
in military aid into Pakistan instead.
They turned it into a military dictatorship,
and India is a vibrant democracy.
It's the wrong intelligence and everyone bought the lie.
You give people all the facts and we can make better choices.
It's exactly the same with Dancing With The Stars.
I think if everyone had have known that Tina and Roy
were dancers before the competition,
it would have swayed public opinion.
Denise and Warwick were robbed.
I have to say, your article in Harper's
about the reductive capacity of media was exactly right.
Excuse me. Thanks, pal. Marvellous.
Kirsty. Russell!
Shit! Ah, Col, drink up, mate.
The revolution's paying.
Melissa, you look absolutely gorgeous.
Thanks, Therese. So do you. Mind if I drag this man away?
It's time to earn his keep.
Excuse me, folks.
So, is he what you were expecting?
Ladies and gentlemen... Ah...
I hate guys with two first names. ..supporters of democracy everywhere,
it is my privilege to present our hero of the hour,
a man who faces an eternity in prison
for defending the rights of each and every person here,
a man who has always fought
government abuse of the individual.
I admire him more than any other man I know,
despite the fact he IS my ex-husband.
Ladies and gentlemen, Joshua Floyd.
Yeah!
Thank you.
Well, look, I'm not worthy of all this, I promise you that.
I leaked some documents.
If we'd waited long enough, the public service
would have leaked all that shit by accident.
Oh! Mate, why do we drink beer, eh?
Be quicker to avoid the middle man
and pour it straight down the toilet.
How familiar are you with these charges they're hitting me with?
Not my area.
No? Nuh.
But if you pressed me, I'd say you're probably guilty.
Really?
Yeah, well, the whole point of the Act is to give the Government
the power to lock up people they don't like.
I mean, there's people under this legislation
who have been arrested for wearing
inappropriate T-shirts at airports.
So, you know, they're gonna get you for something.
Mmm.
Some might call it 'Draconian'. Ha-ha.
I call it 'shit'.
You should try being on the receiving end.
Who's heading up your team? Geoffrey?
No, he's a smart man, but not what I'm chasing.
Who's your wig of choice then?
Don't know. Are you interested?
Oh, yes, very droll.
I'm serious.
I'm not a silk, mate.
Well, that makes two of us.
You don't know anything about me.
I've asked around town.
Look, if the people you've asked are lawyers, most of them hate me.
No, it's much worse than that, mate...
almost every single one of them described you as
'an intriguing choice'.
Is this a game?
If you don't want the gig...
No, I...
I'm not uninterested.
Good.
Then let's see if we can make it work.
Your chambers? Say, 11 tomorrow?
OK?
Cleave, Cleave, can we go now, please?
Col's just had a bit of a thing with Russell.
Oh Jesus, quick. Come on, let's go, he's coming.
Cleaver, come on, let's go! Go!
What are you doing?
I'm packing the last of the boxes.
I told you we don't have a room as of nine. Fuck!
Fuck! What? OK...
OK, you've got to find out who's in court.
Ask around the PAs. Offer anyone who's got a spare room
a hundred bucks to get out at 11 o'clock for one hour.
We may have a new client. Rapist, thug or pederasts?
Joshua Floyd. Oh, very funny.
Joshua... Floyd.
I will build us chambers if I cannot find one.
Mm-hm.
They're coming out of the lift.
Mr Floyd.
Joshua, please. Joshua, hi.
Hello... Melissa. Hi, Nicole. How are you?
Good. Are you married yet?
Oh, no, five weeks - five weeks to go.
How exciting. Yeah.
I loved your book. That's the best-ever description of him.
Um, well, the child is waiting, so please, just, um,
come on through.
Welcome.
There are three main areas of attack, I reckon.
There's... there's at least 12 sections of the Act
that are generally considered to be loosely drafted
and open to interpretation.
Now, the good news is that this is all virgin territory...
none of these sections have ever tested before.
Why do you think I'm here?
Early onset dementia?
Look, I can get any damn QC in the world
to make a good argument, quote the Act, chapter and verse.
What I need is someone who's prepared
to play outside of the rules,
someone who can say 'mammophile' without flinching.
Who can bring the circus and the carnival to court.
I need someone who can take top-secret,
highly prejudicial evidence and still get it before a jury.
Someone who isn't frightened to join me in a cell for a while.
Are you that guy?
Do I get top bunk?
This one thinks you and I
can stop the world turning for a while.
Who's this?
Uncle Ian.
He's... He's just a funny, funny uncle.
Do you remember him? And he's never aged.
He's... What?
Cleave, Josh knows you don't have chambers.
Oh, great.
You're what's known as a 'floater', I believe.
I'm a floater.
Let's see what we can do about that.
I'm told this trial might run for a year.
At the least. It is gonna take you completely out of action,
possibly damage your existing practice.
Well, I'll have to just suck that up.
Well, I have very wealthy backers
who believe passionately in this cause.
We could offer you a $6,000-a-day retainer.
That should be enough to establish chambers of your own.
Starting from today, of course.
With me, it's never about the money.
Some of the world's leading lawyers
have offered their services and I am grateful,
but in the end, I have decided to go with my heart.
Let the Government tie up every silk in the country...
they will need them.
I need only one man to argue my case,
someone who has spent his career fearlessly crusading
for the rights of ordinary people...
my friend... Cleaver Greene.
The other day, Josh was talking about the Athenian Draco's
struggle to define democracy.
I remember cheering at the TV at the time.
Oh, someone please tell me this is a fucking joke. Let this case
be an end to the great lies of Government,
to the pretence that our security requires great cloaks of secrecy.
It does not.
Bit by bit, imperceptively, as our politicians
and media play on our darkest fears,
we are robbed of our freedom.
Josh, let me jump you forward 2,500 years from Draco
and quote Martin Luther King.
'Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about the things that matter.'
Mr Greene, who will you be calling for the defence?
Will you call any witnesses from overseas?
Zazie got in trouble for hitting Kyle.
I suppose you heard the news about Cleaver and Joshua Floyd?
Yes, I did.
Mr Crichton says he's going to suspend him if he does it again.
He's bound to sack him. It won't last.
Who knows?
You seriously think that Joshua Floyd
would put up with Cleaver Greene?
Yes, because he's a brilliant choice,
and somewhere, you know that as well.
Hey, Dad, Zazie says he'll
get his dad in to belt up Mr Crichton.
And I suppose you wish you were part of it too, don't you?
Would you pass the pepper, please?
And now you're blaming me.
The pepper?
Barney?
Yes, of course I fucking want to be a part of it.
Why did you say the F-word?
This is why I became a lawyer, Scarlet.
This is why Cleaver became a lawyer.
This is what we dreamed about at uni, this exact sort of case.
But because of... a mistake you made
and because some shrink tells us it's the only way to save this...
chimera of a marriage... I'm not a part of it.
Don't let me stop you.
Ah!
Santa! Mwah!
Oh, who's a good boy! Who's a good boy?
We need to find the fucker! Where is the fucker?!
Yeah, alright. Relax!
Ah, hang on, yep, I got it, it's here, I got it.
Are you sure? Yes. Great. Good.
Thank you.
10 plus 23 is...
Ah, yeah, great.
That's the one.
Come on, cock. Night's a pup.
As we still don't have a jury of 12,
I shall allow you both four challenges for cause.
Mr Greene.
Your Honour.
Please complete this sentence.
I admire Alan Jones because...
because he always tell the truth when no-one else wi... Thank you.
You can go.
I admire Alan Jones because...
he stands up for all those who can't stand up for themselves.
Thank you. You can go.
Principle among the many reasons I admire Alan Jones is...
I wouldn't listen to him.
Thank you. You can keep your seat, please.
OK. Alright, fine.
If you won't release the documents,
I will subpoena the entire US State Department
and question you all individually.
Be a nice little trip to Australia for you.
No skin off my nose, pal.
I couldn't get a year's lease and it's still a fortune, but...
It's perfect. Mm.
Alright. Now, I don't want people looking over our shoulders,
so locks changed on all the doors, please.
Oh, and I'm gonna need a pull-out sofa.
I think I'll be sleeping here a bit.
It's like working for a real lawyer.
Cool, huh?
Hey, your name is mentioned on the front page of America Today.
'Leading Australian civil rights lawyer'.
Yeah, I don't have time for all of that.
Barney's at ten, yes? Yes, ten. Yes.
There's something we need to talk about.
OK, look, if this is about the Shadow Attorney General suing me,
I can explain.
That guy is a total... I couldn't give a shit about that.
Oh, OK.
I'm sitting on an unexploded bomb...
information they don't even begin to know I possess.
It's an insurance policy, if you will.
Most of my intelligence
came through a high-level British attache.
Please don't ask names.
But there is another source, in Germany, so sensitive
that no-one outside you even knows that he or she exists.
May I ask what sort of information this is?
Not yet, but if something should happen to me... Whoa.
What do you mean? No, I'm saying 'if'...
an email will be sent to this address.
That's the password.
You got it?
Have you got it?
Yes.
Now, understand if you choose to release the contents
of this email, all hell will break loose.
It could conceivably bring down three governments
and shake the foundations of the Western banking system.
Hey, how's working with Darth Vader faring?
Seconds away from mandatory sentencing, are we?
He's actually smart, and his politics is not what you think.
He has none. He doesn't believe in anything beyond winning.
Well, your side can't even believe in that anymore.
I thought we were your side as well.
Just mind he doesn't use you as a pretty front-of-house.
Nice of you to look out for me, David.
Oh, I am so bloody proud of you!
I don't know if I'm up to this.
No, rubbish, you absolutely are.
You should've been doing this a long time ago.
Oh, should I now? Mm-hm. Absolutely.
Where's Oedipus? Just remember what Oedipus did to his Dad.
How are you, mate? I'm shit, thanks for asking.
Listen, I know it's hard at the moment
but, you know, mate, in six months you are gonna realise
what a very big bullet you just dodged.
Um, Fuzz has asked me to take him somewhere and I've refused,
but, I don't know, you might feel differently.
Name it, pal.
I'm waiting in the car.
No, will you come with me?
It'd be like letting a cane toad into the sugar fields, mate.
I don't buy any of it, you know?
Flaming bushes and holy ghosts and walking on water...
it's all a bit like tax law or something.
I know it's weird, I know it's half-baked,
I just have it in my head I need to do this...
I need to confess to someone to make it go... Confess to me.
Confessing to you's like receiving career advice from Chopper Read.
Oh, thank you. Please, Dad.
OK, OK.
Ah, you right? You all cleansed, are you, mate?
Satan banished?
You got to burn something now or prostrate yourself?
It helped clear my head.
Good, mate.
I'm gonna go call Sally... tell her I'm OK.
Alright, mate. Make your call.
Take your time. I'll be here.
Go forth, my son. Try not to multiply this time.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been Christ knows how long since my last confession.
I've been entertaining some impure thoughts
about a certain choir boy.
That's more one for the Marist Brothers, I think, Cleaver.
That you in there, Frank?
I see your son has the same genetic compulsion to confess
to a God that he doesn't believe in.
Yeah, you're a sort of a council tip for spiritual guilt,
aren't you, Frank?
He's a good one, that boy of yours, Cleaver.
Take better care of him.
He's struggling, isn't he?
Oh. Yet with you as a role model?
How are things, Cleaver?
You're still Kirsty's rent boy
or have you got some new stuff for me?
Well, you know,
I think things might be turning, for the better.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I always look forward to the odd occasion hearing from you.
Good to get a man who's actually DONE some serious sin.
I'm starting to wonder if you might be right, Frank.
Not about virgin births and singing pigeons
and all that hoo-ha, but, I don't know,
maybe a sort of moral order to all this madness.
You back a winner recently, or something?
I think I did, mate.
After all these years of shit and...
and feeling desperate and dead inside...
something might have shifted.
Sounding horribly positive here.
Well, it's like I'm...
I don't know, it's like I've been given a chance.
There's all these people who've...
had all these hopes for me along the way.
You know, my father and my ex-wife
and Fuzz and Barney and...
and it's like I can maybe deliver, hey?
Do you reckon people can change, Frank?
Yes, I do.
Be a little epiphanies, mate...
they have a nasty habit of disappearing.
Oh, great. Well, I'm gonna enjoy this one
while it's around, if that's all the same to you, Frank.
Fine.
Maybe all the shit's behind me now.
I pray it is.
Yeah. All of it.
I'm like Moses on the road to Damascus. Or was it Noah?
One of those guys, I think.
Listen, I'm sorry about being a prick the other day.
We all have to work for someone, don't we?
Yeah.
Look at me.
I'm working for what used to pass as a political party.
In that golden era where there were parties and policies...
not just polls and focus groups
and an endless procession of mediocre minds.
Job going well then?
How's Barney?
Things are not great at the moment.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
Ah, no, no, no, thank you.
Well, it all starts tomorrow, folks...
the biggest year of our lives...
and I want to thank you both for hanging in there with me
and maybe now I can pay back some of what you've given me.
Thank you both. To tomorrow.
Cheers. Oh, and in the middle of all this, to the wedding.
Ah, yes. Thank you.
1,000 happinesses to you and your beloved, Bruce.
Yeah, Bevan. Thank you.
Bevan. Excuse me.
Ah, yes, Josh.
Wants me to quadruple check a couple of things.
Alright you two, stay put. Enjoy.
Mm-hm.
I've, uh... settled the bill.
Who was that masked man?
Good old Barney.
Yeah. He is...
so... beautiful...
and wonderful, and he's a generous man.
I've always wanted to get to know Barney.
You should. You must. He really, really likes you.
No.
I can't hurt him again.
No.
No, you mustn't.
He's a wonderful man.
Nuclear attack, marauding refugees,
avian flu, communists in broom closets,
white-tail spiders - so many things we fear.
Scary, scary women we fear.
So many things we fear, including sometimes the truth.
There is, is there not, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
so much we can learn about ourselves
if we have the integrity, the courage,
to stand up and not only tell the truth, but to listen to it?
It has a distinctive ring to it, the truth,
a purifying tambour that will not be silenced
even by the monotonous drone of governments and corporations.
Joshua Floyd has reminded us that the truth exists
and defines itself as a function of who we are.
It may be ugly, it may be unwelcome,
it may be the very last thing we wish to confront,
but the only way that we CAN confront it is to know it...
to embrace it.
The only way we can move onward is to know that which
is manifest about ourselves.
We're due in.
Yep. Absolutely.
I hope you don't...
No. No, not at all.
Good. Because, you know, good.
No, fine. It... Great.
Great. It was...
It was, yep. Yeah, it was.
Hello?
Have I got the wrong day? No.
What's going on? Where is everyone? Where's the press?
Trial of the century.
He's dead.
Who's dead?
Josh. Murdered last night.
You should know they've taken Missy in for questioning.
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