You think he beat up Jimmy himself?
Or maybe he ordered some henchman to do it.
I mean, that's how Tony Soprano would do it, isn't it?
You think my father's some sort of underworld crime boss.
I'm sorry.
Leave your house key on my desk
and let me know where to send your stuff.
I am thinking very bad thoughts.
How bad? X-rated.
Stop working nights, then. Stop working days.
I hear Janet's back in action. Word travels fast.
Well, I'm not exactly flat out.
It'll be a while before anything's happening with the McMahon murder.
Janet's the right person for this, Tony.
Oh, just like Rhys is the right person for the boltcutter babes.
Tony! It's lucky I'm not paranoid, isn't it?
No, I understand that, but... Yes, I am.
Um, and there's... Alright, thank you.
And we complain about the backlog in the District Court.
You should try the... Let me get that for you.
Should try the Tenancy Tribunal.
After you.
It's mental.
Anyone obtain a law degree without being able to read?
Anyone change his or her name to 'Tracey' without telling me?
Hands off my yoghurt!
Are you still mad at me?
Tummy trouble.
You got a minute? No.
I'm not down for anything.
You are.
Scratch lottery fraud?
I thought that'd be up your alley, Tony.
Why? Because you think I'm a low-rent gambler, or a fraud?
Because it's easy.
Oh, Tracey.
How long have we known each other? 10 years? 40 years?
It seems like 40.
Would you describe us as friends?
'Friendly'.
Well, know the feeling is completely reciprocated.
I want a murder.
Well, murder's all taken.
What about the homeless killing? That's new, getting a lot of coverage.
Do you really want to handle a case like that?
A problem drinker abandoned by his loved ones?
Oh, Trace.
I could go through the whole rigmarole of calling David,
appealing to our 25 years of real friendship,
then he could call you
and speak about properly utilising the talents
of our permanent in-house workforce.
Or you can give me that murder now
and I'll be the one who owes you one.
Oh, who's going to do scratch lottery?
Thank you.
The homeless case? That's huge. Who's prosecuting?
Tony Gillies.
Awesome choice. Don't try to be charming, Ben.
Listen, I've had a look.
The murder is reasonably straightforward
and Tony seems on the ball today.
But there's always a chance...
Well, if he comes crashing down, don't be the one he falls on.
Well, I'm pretty light on my feet.
It's a fascinating case.
I'll be interested in knowing how it pans out today.
Tracey.
These homeless killings are pretty high profile.
Why did you give it to Tony?
Doing him a favour? Ben, I don't do favours.
Would you like to know what I've just been offered?
Surprise me. Oh, no, don't surprise me.
My friend, today I take on the gravest duty
our profession can demand of us.
Today, I speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.
Except you won't be speaking at all. Who's your Crown?
Tony Gillies. Hah!
Wherever the hell he is.
Well, I'd like to say you deserve that, but you don't.
The tribunal's put my date back...
for my house,
which means my inconsistently paying tenant,
Mr Edward Funk,
gets to keep my roof over his head for another six weeks.
So you return to street bum.
We prefer the term 'previously housed'.
And there's nothing you can do?
Trust in the process. Soldier on.
Oh, yeah, yeah, 'cause I forgot -
you're not some kind of solicitor, are you?
Yeah, I am a solicitor. I just can't prosecute him, can I?
OK, forget 'solicitor'. How about try 'man'?
You want me to physically threaten my tenant?
The guy's permanently disabled, Ben.
OK, delete 'threaten'. Try... talk, persuade.
And then threaten to punch him out of his wheelchair?
Well, there's always six weeks under a railway bridge,
fighting rats for restaurant leftovers.
'Bye, Ben.
Oh, that'll be the hospital - wanting your balls back.
Hello.
That's Matt March, our defendant.
So that's what confidence looks like.
He says he's innocent.
How long did this go on for?
Three years. Began when she was 15.
PE teacher? Specialised squash coach.
Bet he did a bit of fill-in history.
2 Unit ancient. How did you know?
According to Ms Abela's statement,
March told her he was unhappy in his marriage,
wife didn't understand him, they hadn't had sex for years,
said she was different from
the other girls her age - she was mature, special.
And to demonstrate how special,
he shoves his hand down her pants in the change room.
How can these men think they can keep getting away with this?
Drop by my office in 20 minutes.
You can take me through the statements.
Thanks, Janet. And, um, thank you for this opportunity.
Let's nail this bastard.
- So it wasn't the girl who... - Gemma Abela.
It wasn't Ms Abela who notified the police?
Her parents.
They found some text messages to a friend on her phone
referring to the sexual relationship.
Apart from Gemma's statement,
we've also got the statement of a first but not recent complaint
from her friend and classmate, Ms Luisa Balino.
Gemma told Ms Balino about the relationship, um...
six months before the parents found out.
So a 15-year-old girl
keeps an affair secret for two and a half years?
Wow.
I think they both knew what would happen if it got out.
I think you'll find it was the teacher exerting the most pressure.
What's he saying?
March claims Gemma had a crush on him and he turned her down,
this is all schoolgirl revenge.
A woman scorned. What rubbish.
I've got a pre-trial on another matter in half an hour.
Can we walk and talk'? Mm.
So where did this sexual relationship begin?
- Um... - A squash knockout.
March 'O8, Taree.
New South Wales Combined Schools squash knockout.
Why are you reading my file?
Tracey thought I could help you out on this.
Always grateful for another set of eyes.
Now, Ms Abela claims the pair had sex 200 times
or some incredible number like that.
Is that correct?
Actually, it was closer to 400 times.
400 over three years. Three times a week.
Impressive mental arithmetic, Richard.
It's not, actually.
They only had sex on school days, which makes it roughly once a day.
That's impressive.
Unfortunately, this whole matter
still boils down to his word against hers.
And the note. What does it say again?
Oh, it's in March's own handwriting to a woman - we assume -
about, “Missing you, missing your lips,
“wanting your body, your cute breasts.”
Now, in her statement,
Ms Abela claims the note was written to her in 2009, but March claims...
It was for his wife and referred to a 2006 trip she took to Fiji
and how much he was going to miss her.
March says he has no idea how
a private note to his wife came into Ms Abela's possession?
Well, he says it must have been stolen from him.
It speaks to a pattern of obsession he claims Ms Abela has for him.
What's a Lime Kool Krusher?
Maybe you're best to answer that.
You're more the target market than me.
Can someone put me out of my sociological misery?
It's an alcopop - vodka, lime, sugar.
Teenagers like them. It's very sweet, very frothy.
It's mentioned in the note.
So March claims that his wife liked to drink them -
we're saying it's more the sort of thing a giggly young woman might like?
Yes. Alright.
Now, the defence strategy will be to paint Ms Abela as a slut.
What? They still do that? It's the 1950s in there.
We need to find out if she's had any boyfriends -
you know the sort of thing -
and organise a conference with this best friend.
Excuse me. Is this the District Court?
Uh, can I give you a call back in a second?
They told me big building, judge up front, sexy lawyers in the foyer.
Don't smile. Why would I smile?
So, what have you got on?
Uh, Chubby-Chow Biscuits.
That's been going on for years. And years.
Yeah. There's actually cops that actually enjoy that stuff.
Paper trail. I'm not that subtle.
Can I borrow a Post-it? Get your own!
We're on the same side, Ms Badir.
Any plans for Wednesday night?
Nothing I can't blow off.
No smiling.
Sounds excellent.
Read it later.
Ready, Lina?
To be honest, I can't even remember calling you last night.
Yeah, well, of course I'd been drinking.
Final warning?
Well, you can't do that.
She's my fucking daughter too!
Now, homeless killings.
Yes.
Uh, victim's name's George Cavafy.
He's been living in and out of shelters in the Darlinghurst area.
Uh, August 19, Mr Cavafy intervenes in a violent dispute
between two other homeless people, a couple -
Patrick James Orton and Jennifer Conny Lovric.
Pick-me-up?
No, I'm pretty up already.
A couple? Yeah.
A violent argument.
Mr Cavafy intervened, ended it.
He then proceeded up Victoria Street towards Kings Cross station.
Now, a witness - David Chambers -
claims he saw Mr Orton return, holding a knife.
When he saw Mr Cavafy, he raced over,
shouted abuse about the fight and the victim's intervention
and then plunged the knife into Mr Cavafy's back.
Clear retaliation of the good Samaritan act.
Mr Cavafy then staggered for some distance
before collapsing near the rear entrance of the station.
Now, CCTV footage shows he lay for almost an hour
as passers-by walked on, ignoring him.
- And no-one called Triple-0? - Nope.
Was he obviously injured?
He was lying in a pool of his own blood.
About 45 minutes after the attack, a schoolboy - Torn Bishop -
stopped by Mr Cavafy and rolled him on his side.
Bishop then left. To get help?
No, he returned with two of his mates
who then proceeded to take photos of the now-dying man on their phone.
The three boys then left.
No, no, no, they came back
and drew the word 'Loser' on his face with textas.
I think I heard something about that.
Mr Cavafy passed away in the station, yes?
Mm-hm. Mr Orton's being charged with his murder.
And the boys?
Should they be indicted?
With what? Being dick-wits?
It's not a crime to not to help somebody.
Anyway, about an hour's worth
of Sydney's finest humanity passed him too -
should we prosecute them all?
What would you have done, Ben?
Well, I would have called for help, I hope. Wouldn't you?
I'm not so sure.
Stepping into a bad situation is not without personal risk.
Shall we?
So it's pretty straightforward, then.
I believe so.
Do you smoke, Ben?
I did for a week, then gave up.
Oh, me too.
This time of year, though...
Oh, we're before Justice Rosenberg.
What's that girl doing there?
What girl?
We should probably head in.
Yes. Um, no.
L...l feel a bit, um...
I'll see you in there.
Mr Gillies?
Yes. Who is it?
Hello?
Mr Gillies.
Why didn't you help me?
The, uh, act was clearly planned.
In his record of interview, the accused, Mr Orton,
refers to his anger at what Mr Cavafy had done.
He even admits... admits to possessing the knife.
And, uh, the knife, um...
Mr Crown'?
Uh, the knife which Forensics have proved
was the weapon used in the attack on Mr Cavafy...
It was clearly a planned act.
The couple thought about this, carried it out...
Cmlple? Yes?
You said “the couple", that it was a planned act by “the couple".
Are you referring to Ms Lovric too?
Did I? Yeah.
Can I remind you, Mr Crown,
that Patrick James Orton is the only party on trial here?
Do you wish to address the court?
Your name'?
Um, it's Benjamin McMahon.
Would you spell that, please?
Yeah. Yes, Your Honour.
Ifs M-C-M-H-A...
Sorry, that's not it. it's...
it's M-C-M-A-H-O-N.
Does the Crown wish to explain the actus reus?
Or is the Crown suggesting
there was complicity here with an uncharged defendant,
and if so, why is this not a joint indictment?
Might I suggest. Mr McMahon,
you ask leave of the court to have your matter adjourned?
As Your Honour pleases,
I request leave of the court to have the matter adjourned.
Tony?
Are you alright?
I'm not dead.
Great.
Well, what do you... what do you want me to do?
Tony, what do you want me to do?
Tony!
Shit! Shit.
Matt March was your coach as well?
Yeah. He didn't do anything to me, though.
No, I didn't mean to imply that.
Um, we just need to go through your statement.
You say that Gemma was staying at your house when she told you about...
Yeah, her parents were overseas.
They were artists. They had some touring show.
And so on the night of December 6, Gemma told you...
She was having sex with him, yeah.
Um, at the time you say you were too scared to tell anyone about this?
Excuse me. I'm Tatum, one of the solicitors.
I'm so sorry. I didn't realise we'd started.
You were scared of the consequences if you told? That's correct, isn't it?
That's exactly what I'll say in court, yes.
But it's not exactly true?
No-one put pressure on you not to tell, did they?
No.
Why do you think Gemma didn't go to the police herself?
Because she was worried about getting into trouble?
Then what? Not that.
She loves him.
It's not impossible, is it?
We were both 15, not 7.
15 is still underage.
For being in love with someone?
Anyway, you don't feel that you're a child that needs protecting at that age.
You know what you're doing, don't you?
Matt March did still take advantage of Gemma.
The night they first kissed, she knocked on his door.
She took the bottle of red wine.
She knew what she was going there for.
Gemma never wanted some boy from her class to be her first.
She wanted a man. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“She knew what she was doing”? Crikey.
It's amazing what self-persuaders we can be, despite the evidence.
How do you know she's deluded?
I was 15. I remember how we flirted with the spunky teachers.
We knew exactly what sort of power we had.
Which was absolutely no power.
We weren't all helpless victims
waiting to be preyed upon by evil teachers.
Are you serious?
I know it doesn't fit the narrative, but young women are more...
it's complicated.
Did you speak to any girls when you were 15,
not including your sisters?
Well, consent, or whatever the hell you're talking about, is irrelevant.
Why are you even arguing this?
I'm not. I'm not. I just... Forget it.
Don't you dare start a conference without telling me!
Oh, I just assumed you were wedding shopping.
Dick. You're pushing me now?
That's mature.
Ow!
That's it.
Gloves are off. I'm so scared.
Oh, don't be a child.
I didn't just peel off imaginary gloves.
I hope you don't mind my sending Richard along.
Not at all.
On this sort of case, where the tiniest of details are important,
I thought the DPP needed someone more... well... methodical.
I ate your stupid yoghurt.
- Hello. Edward Funk? - Who's this?
Oh, you don't know me. Richard Stirling.
Stirling? I know who you are. Oh, you do'?
You're the fucking fat-cat slum lord trying to kick me out of my house.
Um... I'm not really a fat-cat slum lord.
I'm sure if you met me... Go fuck yourself.
Well, that's pretty rude. Fuck yourself, you fucking arsehole.
Ben.
Oh, hi, David. I didn't see you there.
Wondered if you had time for a quick chat.
Nothing alarming.
Just hoped you could talk me through what happened this morning.
Now or... Not a good time?
Uh, no, um...
Yeah, no, that's fine. Yeah, cool.
No, I can see you're busy. Leave it with me.
I'll find a spot in my schedule and get back to you.
Great. Good man. Just very casual.
Awesome.
I heard.
How humiliating. I did warn you.
What, that Tony would offer me speed at 9:30 this morning
or that he'd rock up to court pissed
and run away and hide in the bathroom?
Tracey, someone needs to say something.
You're saying you'd like to make a complaint?
You'd back me up, won't you?
Tony Gillies is a very old friend of David's
and that's pretty much the only reason Tony's still here.
And that's pretty much the only reason
why no-one's said anything until now, right?
You don't think I should say anything?
Well, it has gone on a long time unchecked.
Well, since Munro, really. What's Munro?
'The Kid in the Cling Wrap'. Well, that's what the papers called it.
Tony's big case.
It was a famous murder back... Anyway, a long time ago.
Tony was prosecutor. Very high profile.
And it got to him? It got to everyone.
A couple killed their neighbour's three-year-old
by suffocating him in cling wrap.
Ghastly stuff.
Short version - Tony lost the case and then had some kind of breakdown.
His wife left him, took his daughter.
Awful, tragic, total cliché.
And then he started drinking?
Oh, I think he always drank.
He just cut down the intervals when he wasn't.
So when were you going to talk to David?
Because he's in a meeting until 7:30 tonight.
Of course, I didn't witness the drinking or the drug taking
so I won't be any use to you.
Shall I pencil you in for the morning?
Uh, yeah, I might get back to you.
Well, I wouldn't wait too long.
You might find you get the blame for today.
I misspelt my own name in court
and David wants to have a 'casual' chat with me.
I took off an imaginary pair of gloves.
Why wasn't that in her record of interview?
She said the only reason Gemma's going through with this
is because of her parents.
She still loves Matt March.
Tatum and I discussed it. Consent's irrelevant.
But are we saying that the mental age and maturity of a 15-year-old
is significantly different to that of a 16-year-old?
I mean, one day she's a child
and the next she can agree to consensual sex.
- We're not debating age of consent. - I...
Let's talk about putting Gemma in the box - pros and cons.
I say we have to.
There's no DNA evidence and she admits to the sexual relationship.
She won't in court. How do you know?
Because I know what I would do if I was her -
I'd say, “I don't remember. It's all a blur.”
We have no reason to think she'll be hostile.
It's statutory rape. We have to try.
Let's keep it to first principles. Ls the crime made out?
Underage sex is a crime. She was underage. They had sex.
Although Matt March said they didn't. The note is the issue.
Tatum? Yes, Janet.
Keep it to first principles.
See you both in the morning.
What?
What, Richard?
I just worked out why you're arguing this stuff.
You're so desperate to show off in front of Janet
that you'll argue any position
just as long as it's you doing all the talking.
What if it was a 15-year-old boy and his teacher was a woman?
There's no difference. Isn't there?
You don't think that society gives a nudge and a wink to that?
No. Oh, bullshit, Richard.
There was that teacher in Victoria last year, exact same as this -
she got a suspended sentence.
It's the same.
Oh, yeah, we have to say it's the same,
the law has to say it's the same,
but if it happens to a boy,
it's about getting experience and becoming a man.
But a woman? She's a dupe, used and abused.
Why can't she just be getting experience too?
“Getting experience”? Tate, life is not a movie on SBS.
Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot!
Well, then, stop behaving like one.
Yes, there are double standards, but abuse is abuse.
And I'm just the dumb girl. Oh, for fuck's sake, Tatum!
We don't have a case if that note was for his wife,
no matter what we think or what we pretend we think.
So, what's everyone saying about me?
Well, they're just glad it was you and not them.
Huh.
Right, but I should've kept my mouth shut?
Has Tony ever done anything like that before?
Not actually run away, but he's pretty erratic.
I mean, everyone knows it wasn't your fault.
Legend! “lt's Ben Mc... Mc... Mc... Oh, no, that's not right.”
Oh, ha-ha-ha.
You haven't even started drinking yet.
Oh, don't worry about it, Ben. Tony's such a flake.
A prick, you mean? I wish they'd just get rid of him.
So, what do you think, Lina? Would you care if Tony's gone?
Oh, if it meant they employed a prosecutor who was actually good
and you could work with instead of having to babysit, then sure,
but that's not gonna happen.
You know, this is all fascinating,
but I've noticed that we're not drinking yet
and I've got dinner with Mum and Dad tonight, which requires insulation.
So you'll be home late? Yeah, or I'll stay over.
I'll see you guys later.
Rich, you coming for a beer?
No, I'm gonna head home.
What, you've got your place back? That's awesome.
No.
So you're technically going homeless?
Will you be OK? Yep, I'm sorted.
'Night, then.
Come on!
There you go, bro.
Choice.
I From sadness to erotic
I I turn from side to side
You read the note.
I'm very obedient.
Worse - Janet probably thinks I'm an intellectual lightweight
who drinks girlie drinks.
A mai tai is not a girlie drink.
No, you're right. Barack Obama drinks mai tais.
Don't let yourself get psyched out.
You're young. Old people always hate young people.
Janet's not old. Whose side are you on?
Oh!
All yours, good sir. Thank you.
- I'll leave you to it. - Oh, shit, I'm late too.
Only got time for one more. Are you heading off?
I could make a detour, if you like. Or you could.
What's that for?
Passion doesn't need a reason, does it?
You'll be sweet, babe, alright? The dude totally did it.
You're right, he did it.
We can't prove it completely, but he did.
But she loved him. She wanted it to happen.
And now he's gonna go to jail.
You feel sorry for him?
I bet if you asked this girl
she wouldn't want him punished like this.
She'd probably feel responsible.
He shouldn't have done it.
Young girls, they might look older and act older and feel older,
but they're off-limits.
Yeah, they might say that they want it now,
but who knows how it's gonna fuck with their heads
in, like, five years' time?
Shit.
David's called me into his office for a casual chat.
I think he wants the dirt on Tony.
You know he and Tony are old mates.
Well, maybe he's looking for an excuse.
And you're it, pretty boy.
If Tony goes, it won't take long for who blew the whistle to get out,
even if David swears confidentiality.
I thought everyone loved a dobber.
Someone's gotta say something, though, otherwise nothing changes.
The guy needs help.
I'm saying be careful. You're just starting out.
You don't want this to be what people remember you by.
Huh.
So, um, this Wednesday night...
Uh-huh.
My... my sister's having a birthday barbecue.
Very casual. Just my family, basically.
Who are all cops.
Well, Rachel retrained.
Come on. Is it that big a deal?
Oh, I just worry about what people will think of me... professionally.
Are you sure it's not 'cause I embarrass you?
Oh, don't.
I like you, alright? I don't see a problem with other people knowing.
And I hoped I could meet your family too one day.
What? Is it because I'm not a lawyer?
Oh, it's not that.
Dads love me. Objectively, I'm a good catch.
You are.
It's just...
You're just not who they...
You're different.
What? I'm not Muslim?
How did we even get here?
Whoa, whoa. Is that it? I'm... I'm not Muslim?
You... you told me you weren't religious.
Well, I'm not. Well, then?
I'm not religious, but I am too.
Ohh, it's... it's so hard to explain.
No, no, that's cool. I get it.
Um, I'm not Muslim so you can't see me out in public
even though you're not really Muslim either.
Fuck! Lina, I'm not picking and choosing what I believe. I choose you.
Why can't you just choose me?
But say we got married...
What?
If we did, would you convert?
To Islam?
Are you serious? This is a serious question.
My family would... Well, they'd want you to convert. Would you do it?
Ohh-ohh.
It's only a fucking barbecue, Lina. Jesus.
I knew I was starting the day the wrong way.
Matt March is lying.
He claimed the note was written in 2006
and that it was his wife who loved Lime Kool Krushers.
Krushers weren't around in 2006.
They were first bottled in 2007.
Thank you.
Ben McMahon.
Yep, alright. I'll be right there.
You know the first thing I learned about working in an office?
You bloody knock before you enter a senior colleague's room.
You called me.
I can come back again and knock if you...
Don't be a fool. Sit down.
I heard Rosenberg held the matter over for a week.
Did he? That's great.
You organised this behind my back.
How am I gonna organise it, Tony? I'm a level two.
Oh, don't sell yourself short, Ben McMahon.
I know exactly who you are -
smug little rich kid used to getting whatever he wants.
I was gonna inform Rosenberg I was ill,
but instead someone's just made me look incompetent.
I won't forget this.
You left me in court yesterday, hanging, looking like an idiot.
I made you look like an idiot? You know you did.
Well, if I did, it was your own fault, Ben.
Your case notes were clumsy. Why, you really dropped the ball on that one!
That's not true. I stumbled over the logic.
You saw me. You stumbled because you were drunk.
You can't blame it on me.
But I do, and I will.
I've got a meeting with David later today
and that's what I'm gonna tell him.
Now get out.
Uh, Detective Sergeant Campbell?
I need to talk to you about some developments...
No need for code. No-one can hear us.
I wanted to say sorry.
It was a really kind gesture, the barbecue, and...
Well, I wanted you to know that it's not that I don't want to.
So why don't you?
I mean, do you even know what you want?
I need petty cash for these.
The DPP doesn't pay for alcohol.
Pardon me, but that is not alcohol. That is legal dynamite.
See here on this label?
Caused a defendant to be shown
to be lying on their statement and plead guilty.
This one label here? Yep.
Well, then you do deserve reimbursement - for one bottle.
She had to buy four. She only needed one.
Come to my office later. I'll get you the $3.30.
I was good today. You can't spoil it.
- Who wants some sweet girlie liquor? - Me, please.
Not you. Oh, come on, Tatum.
Can we stop this?
That's it! No more Mr Passive Aggressive Nice Guy.
Edward Funk!
Hello, Mr Funk?
Hey, you right, mate?
You live here? Yeah. Who wants to know?
I'm the owner.
I'm supposed to be meeting my tenant, my permanently disabled tenant.
Yeah, well, you know, comes and goes, doesn't it?
Today I feel better.
Didn't you get my message?
What message? Go fuck yourself.
Is that your car? Yep.
You own that? Yeah.
Your permanent disability comes and goes,
but you own an $80,000 car?
Well, you know, 80-ish.
But I'm the fat cat who can go fuck himself?
Get out. Look, why don't you just...
OUT!
You know the tribunal will find in favour of me,
so let's get this clone so we can both move on.
Why don't I just go inside...
Get out of my house or I will get you out.
And is that a threat? 5 o'clock.
That gives you three hours. Or what?
You don't want to find out, Mr Funk.
Tony?
Tony!
Tony, hey. Oi, oi. What the fuck!
Get up. Oh, piss off.
Get up, OK? You're going home. No.
OK, come on. Hey.
Pull yourself together.
Food poisoning. We'll be back in an hour.
Here, give me your keys. Oh, fuck off.
Keys, Tony! I don't want your...
Look, I don't want to either, so come on.
Quick.
Now get out of here.
Ohh.
Do you want me to get that?
Leave it.
Hi, Dad. it's Jess.
Mum said you called for me last night.
I moved out. Anyway, this is my new number.
I hope you were good to yourself yesterday.
I know it was the anniversary.
I love you even if think I do.
Take care.
You still here?
Anniversaries can be a pretty... pretty tough time, I imagine,
given your circumstances.
You don't understand anything.
I'll go.
Why would we be given the chance
to do something just and good and helpful...
given that chance and then...
What's the point of that for anyone?
Who benefits from a thing like that?
You're right.
I don't understand.
I hope you never do.
I won't tell anyone about this.
Oh, piss off!
Oh, my...
Rich, I've spread the word on Facebook.
Let's get this party started.
Well, this will need more beer.
Uh, hi. Is...
Lina? Andy told me about you.
Wa alaikum al-salaam.
I only know that one bit. Oh.
I'm Rachel, the big sister. Come in. Want me to take that?
This is actually your present. I didn't have time to get it wrapped.
Oh, but you really didn't have to. It's just so nice you could come.
Andy said you had some thorny issue at work to resolve?
Well, I think I've sorted it out for now.
You hungry? Oh, starving.
I bet 'Eddie Funk' isn't even his real name.
Cool name, though.
You know what's unforgivable? Mm?
His grammar.
I mean, what... what's a 'slime lord'?
Oh, I think that's yours.
Yep.
You're kidding me! What's up?
Doesn't matter. I gotta go.
Alright. Hey, well, thanks for giving me a hand.
Mm.
You know I've got a spare room at my house.
You don't have to stay here. It's not that bad.
Alright. See you, then.
So Tony Gillies - tell me what happened.
Well, I think it was a stomach bug.
And in your opinion, that's why he became flustered and had to leave?
Mm-hm.
How did you feel when you saw him depart?
Confused, but, you know, these things happen.
Because I should let you know
that I've already spoken to Tony about this incident.
That's all I want to say. I just hope he's alright.
Ben, I appreciate your loyalty,
but I think we both know this wasn't a stomach bug.
This week has been a very difficult time for Tony.
It's the anniversary of a case he was involved in, which...
'The Kid in the Cling Wrap'? You know about it?
Just the basics -
a child was killed, Tony blew the case and never got over it.
I'd feel awful too.
Who told you Tony blew the case?
Oh, no-one. Just a colleague.
Look, I'm not judging him.
I mean, we all make mistakes, so...
He didn't blow the case.
He was magnificent.
Focused, supple, brilliantly argued.
Well, why did we lose?
Well, there was a... there was a small issue
with the way the police handled the interview.
It was a minor matter.
It wasn't Tony's responsibility.
But he blamed himself that everything wasn't nailed down.
And these defendants, Ben,
they were... monsters.
A mum and dad
who killed the next-door neighbour's little boy for... thrills.
The case was thrown out?
We appealed immediately, of course, and we would've got them,
but before we could,
they killed again three days after they were released -
this time, their own daughter.
Tony got them for that - 20 years nonparole.
But Tony had a...
a daughter about the same age and...
I don't know. I think it all just... became too much.
So, what...
Did he get counselling or...
No, no, it wasn't offered back then.
Even if it was, I mean,
for some men, talking about it is like admitting failure.
But he is a failure.
I mean, I don't want to be the one to say it, but Tony needs help, David.
We've all gotten used to working around him, but...
You need to have confidence in your Crown prosecutors.
Right.
Every year, I hope it'll get better.
I'm sure he'll use this week's break to get his head right.
He always manages to pull himself back.
And if not...
Well, if not, then Tony and I will have to have a little chat.
I assure you.
Did you know the parents of the little boy
still send him a card every year on the day to thank him?
Actually, I was surprised Justice Rosenberg
granted the week's adjournment.
Oh, pfft.
He must have heard a persuasive argument.