Fraser. 160822.
A lawyer in maximum security.
Somebody screwed you good and proper.
Alright. Bend over and smile for the governor.
- Sector three coming through. - Roger that.
What do we have here, boys? A pretty one!
Shut up, Herami!
- Hey! - Cut it out, Gorman.
Fresh meat.
Alright. Get in there.
And hurry up.
Come and stand here.
One Camilleri.
One Dupas.
One Gorman.
One O'Malley.
One Herami.
One Oag.
One Dunas.
One Debarkus.
One Edmunds.
And one Fraser.
Let's go. Oi.
Don't you dare turn your back on me.
Doggie.
What are you doing?
Get up.
Dad, you look like one of the Teletubbies.
Yeah. Yeah, I do, don't I?
What happened to your face?
Oh... Oh, nothing. I, uh...
I had a bit of a fall in the shower.
Hey. Have a good drive down, mate?
Yeah.
- Yeah, it was fine. - Yeah?
Livvie, give that to Dad.
Mum had to take the brand off.
She nearly killed us.
I had to unpick the logo while I was driving.
You alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
- No, I mean, are you... - I know what you mean.
Have you, um...
Have you got enough money?
Yeah, your Uncle Malcolm has said
he'll pay for the kids' school fees.
And, um...
Your sister's gonna pay
for your phone calls and your papers.
Oh, well. I suppose if it makes her feel better.
Bloody phone calls cost an arm and a leg.
Are you getting any more grief at school, mate?
No.
Oh, good.
Are you coming home soon, Dad?
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Oh, g'day, Barry.
Chris and I are having a drink at stumps. You want to join us?
- Yeah, alright. - How'd you go this morning?
- Well, I got the adjournment. - You're kidding.
- No. - On what grounds?
Incomplete disclosure.
Prosecutor withholding documents.
That sort of shit. Worked a charm.
Oh, shit.
G'day, guys. Andrew Fraser. I'm sorry I'm late.
I was just, uh... just held up at another bloody meeting.
Secretary said you were out to lunch.
- Right. Uh, come into my office. - No, we've got to go now.
Well, how about I come to you?
- What about tomorrow? - No.
- Come Saturday about 6:00. - OK.
- Righto. I'll see you then. - Excuse me. Andrew. Sorry.
- Yeah? - Mrs Pettingill and her son are in your office.
No appointment, but they're very keen to see you.
- OK. Tell her I'm on my way. - My God. Not Kath Pettingill?
Oh, come on, Barry. Business is business.
We're sick and tired of all the raids.
Coppers can call it what they want. We call it harassment.
- It's not against the la... - I haven't finished.
So there's no way we're gonna let 'em in
so they can tramp through our houses without a warrant.
- Houses? - We have property, Mr Fraser.
We're not idiots.
We don't piss our money up against the wall. Anyway.
Coppers trashing everything, throwing all our hard-earned...
- Crawling all over the place. - No way to treat people.
We got tired of it, eh? So we start asking around.
Now, your name, it come up like a duck's arse.
Got a couple of warrants.
Oh.
OK. I'll have a look into these. Uh...
If it ever happens again, just give us a bell,
any time, day or night, and I'll sort it out.
- We want someone to turn up. - Oh, I'll do more than turn up.
I'll follow them around, I'll check their warrants,
I'll advise each and every occupant of their rights
and ensure that they get representation.
In short, any arsehole detective who shows up
will get harassed out the front gate by me personally.
What do you charge?
Oh, I'd have to work that out.
But I want all your work, OK?
Anything you can throw me.
I'll make sure that you get top priority,
you and any associates that you'd like to send my way.
That's the sort of thing we want to hear.
Well, for the kind of service that we need...
you'd expect a retainer.
OK. Well... You've got my card.
We want more than your fuckin' card, Mr Fraser.
We want you, body and soul.
The other partners are a little edgy
about the low-rent clientele cluttering the place.
Stuff 'em.
That's what I like about you, always ready to conciliate.
No, I think there's a niche here, a big, fat one.
That niche is scaring the shit out of our regular clientele.
They need committed representation
and they pay on the knocker.
Better than most of the stiff shirts who come in here
after they've embezzled the company profits
and want us to negotiate a plea.
- G'day, Chris. - Just in time for a glass.
We're discussing Knackers and his latest venture.
Hardened criminals on premises isn't a very good look, mate.
So doctors shouldn't have to deal with cancer, pus and death?
Come on. They may be crooks, but they have their rights.
No, I want to fight for 'em. I want to...
Get in the ring, pull on the gloves, on call 24 hours a day.
- Thought about home visits? - Yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll try anything.
You know we'll stick our neck out for you, Knackers.
You're the future of this firm.
You've been with us a long time.
I wouldn't want to lose all the bloody sweat and good claret
that I've poured into you.
So, uh...
any movement on the, uh, partnership?
Don't worry about that.
We'll watch how this new stuff turns out.
You keep the animals out of reception
and the bullion rolling in and we will see.
- You can't have it both ways. - Yes, you can. You're a lawyer.
Thought you gentlemen might like some cheese.
- Can I get you something else? - No, we're fine, thanks, Sue.
Go, Frase.
Go, Frase! Go!
Please.
Fuck. Hang on.
Andrew Fraser.
Yeah. You said I could call you any time, so I'm calling you.
- I'm at your service. - Yeah, I need you to pop round.
OK. OK. I'm on my way. OK.
- Who is this prick? - He's Fraser. Andrew Fraser.
- Fuck. He's a lawyer. - Oh, God.
- He's a lawyer, mate. - Bloody lawyers, mate.
Lawyers are dickheads. Never done a single thing for me.
He comes highly bloody recommended.
Oh, shit, Vic. Just chill out, mate. He's alright.
- Dennis? - What?
- This bitch, what's she doing? - She bought a foil.
Oh, God, here we go.
Bloody scumbag junkies.
You shit me.
She only got out last week.
Where'd she get the money to buy stuff from you?
- On her back at your place. - She's not working for me.
Where'd she get the money from, eh?
How do you know she's not working for the cops?
Why didn't you tell me?
Shit! Oi, you, get out!
Eh! Helga!
Get out of here! Get up! Get up!
Oi, dickhead. Come on. Get out!
Get her out of here! Come on! Get her out of here!
- What do you want? - G'day, mate.
Andrew Fraser. I'm here to see Dennis.
Helga, come on! Wake up! Eh! Helga!
She vomited on the bloody carpet!
- Hey, Dennis. - What?!
There's a Mr Fraser out the front for you.
Shit!
Alright, alright. Tell him to wait.
We'll get her out the back. Come on.
Oh, Mum, give us a hand!
Shit, grab her legs.
Just wait.
Jesus Christ!
I've got to put up with this shit!
Now piss off!
Calm down, Dennis.
Hey, g'day, Dennis. You wanted to see me?
- Yeah, mate. Not a good time. - You just called me.
Yeah, look, I know. Look, something's come up.
- You don't want to see me? - I do. My brother's in trouble.
I want you to sort it out. But I can't talk. I'll call you.
- She's coming back. - She's coming back alright.
I said piss off!
Mum, send Jase out here.
She'll be right. Dennis'll give her a shot of speed.
- Maybe he might need some help. - He'll get her up, outta here.
It's bad advertising, junkies passing out on the street.
That's when people complain. I would.
If she's not alright in half an hour,
she should go to Emergency.
No fuckin' way.
Dennis wants to see you.
Come on.
Hey, mate. Go down river, get a bucket of water.
Just do it!
- What are you doing? - Give us the water.
Come on, open her gob.
Right.
Somewhere in your head, you got to dig a hole and bury this.
Grab her legs.
We think we might renovate the kitchen.
Maybe it's time to move.
That is not a practical suggestion.
It mightn't be practical,
but, look, you'll nearly pay as much for a new kitchen.
Who wants to stay in one house all their life anyway?
You know, got to keep things moving, Dad. Make things happen.
Your sister's been offered a place teaching law.
What's wrong with doing it, Sally?
Coming from someone who barely got through school
and failed to go to university, that makes a lot of sense.
- I got through my law course. - By 1%.
Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.
- When do you start at uni? - Hey, I've got a new client.
Big heroin dealer. Dennis Allen. Mad as a bloody meataxe.
Lot of business there, Dad.
What, keeping heroin dealers out of jail? That's nice.
Well, any time you want to compare incomes, Sally.
I might grab some wine, I think.
Mate, stick 'em up!
Oh, shit! What, is that real?
Course it's bloody real.
Yeah, little Vietnamese guy next door,
he's dropping rubbish in the back lane.
We thought we needed something
to get through the language barrier.
- Oh, sorry about the other day. - That's OK. You right to talk?
Yeah, yeah. My brother Victor, he's in trouble. The cops think
he's up for a robbery. They're looking for him.
- Oh, yeah? What are the charges? - Oh, screw this.
Hey! Victor, get your arse back here!
Who are ya?
- Andrew Fraser, mate. - This is Mr Fraser, my lawyer.
Oh, great. Just what we need.
Another fancy-arsed lawyer come round to extract the gold
right out from our fuckin' teeth.
Mate, I love lawyers.
You know what I like to do with lawyers?
I like to pay 'em all with a bit of lead.
You're not being very nice. You say hello to Mr Fraser.
I don't need a lawyer. I'll tell you why I don't need one.
Because that job was over two years ago. Plus I didn't do it.
- The cops ain't got me yet! - Fuck you, Victor! Fuck you!
Fuck you!
No, they have been crawling all over here looking for you!
I don't need the heat!
Look, if one more fuckin' cop comes here looking for ya,
I'm gonna tell 'em where you are, OK?
- OK. Dennis. It's OK, mate. - Shit!
Don't worry about it, mate. Uh... Eh, I, uh...
I got you an adjournment on one of your warrants, mate.
Oh.
Oh, you've been a busy boy.
G'day, guys.
- It's a nice clubhouse. - We like it.
I've read the brief. I know where we're going with this.
It's gotten worse. Prick's got cops crawling all over us.
Pulled over Gus the other day, told him to plead guilty.
- If I got my hands on this... - Don't say another word.
- I'll be obliged to act. - Gus is not pleading guilty.
Anton, you're not listening to me, mate. Hold it there.
So I can tell you what I think your instructions might be.
I wasn't gonna give you any instructions.
It's your job to work out what to do, isn't it?
Yeah, that's right. So, um... Let me give you a few options.
Have you... have you seen this medical report?
Hang on. He's a slopehead that needed to be taught...
Hey, hey, hey. Let me finish.
Alright.
Now, it's agreed by several witnesses
that Mr Nguyen was assaulted by a member of the Iron Bloods,
resulting in several fractures and three weeks in hospital.
But...
only Mr Nguyen
asserts that Gus 'The Dog' McDermott was the assailant.
Now, look, I'm not interested in what actually happened
or, you know, who did bloody what to whom.
I'm only interested in what the cops can prove. So...
I'm assuming that your instructions to me will be
that Mr Nguyen is mistaken in his assertions
and that Gus is not guilty.
Well, that's exactly right, Mr Fraser.
OK.
Righto. Well, the Crown's gonna lead off with this.
The prosecutor's office advises they'll be using enlargements.
That's a bit over-the-top, isn't it?
Yeah, well, somebody's certainly done a number on him.
That's bullshit, mate. I hardly touched him.
Yeah. Look... I believe you. Others mightn't. Um...
It's gonna be tough.
Well, that's your game, isn't it? Now...
Grab a seat.
Hey, mate.
Hey, um...
What were you wearing the day that Nguyen was attacked?
What we're wearing now. What do you think?
OK, stick to your story. Hey, Gus.
I don't want you even in the court. OK?
I'll get permission for you to sit outside, with the members,
but I want all the other members there, alright?
- Do we all have to wear suits? - Oh, shit, no.
- No? - You don't want to wear suits.
Wear what you got on now.
You're proud members of the Iron Bloods motorcycle club.
Alright?
Andrew Fraser.
No, no, no, Dennis. It's OK, mate.
Alright. Where is he?
OK.
OK, I'm on my way, mate. 'Bye.
Hey, I've been waiting for an hour. Where's my client?
Come on.
G'day, Victor.
- Hey, what's the story? - He fell over.
Then his face hit against the young constable's...
What a load of bullshit!
We'll get you out on bail, mate.
Mate, with this pig, I wouldn't even waste my bloody time.
- What was the touch-up for? - What do you reckon?
I told the prick nothing.
Good. Fuckin' arseholes.
You doing alright?
Not really, mate.
- Thanks for coming down, George. - Good to see you again, Andrew.
Victor, this is the bail justice.
We've charged Victor Peirce
with one count of armed robbery,
one count of aggravated assault
and two counts of discharging a weapon with intent to kill.
- Bullshit. It's a fit-up. - We'll be pleading not guilty.
What happened to your face?
I was interviewed by the police.
Me face was just fine before that.
- Injuries were self-inflicted. - Yeah, we're applying for bail.
We're obviously opposing bail.
This prisoner is a violent and committed criminal.
To release him would be asking for trouble.
- He'd be out in a flash. - Oh, that's outrageous.
My client has extended family. He's married with children.
The allegations against my client are from a dead case
more than two years old.
The only evidence appears to be a single print
on an object that may or may not be related to the case.
There's no witnesses that identified my client.
There's no surveillance that suggests
my client was even in the area at the time.
We'll argue that the case has nothing going for it
except the prejudice of those involved in the investigation.
And I'm sure you can prove that?
George. I've got a damn sight better chance
of proving my case than they have theirs.
No, my client's not going anywhere.
Look at his face. That's how desperate they are for evidence.
What else is gonna happen to him?
I'm sorry, Senior Detective, I'm going to grant bail.
- Strict reporting conditions. - He's a professional criminal.
Your client will be required to report twice daily
to the police station nearest his place of residence.
Is that understood?
Yeah.
Thanks, George.
Alright?
It's all in a day's work, mate.
Jesus Christ.
Hey, Vic. Fuckin' lawyers, eh?
Hey, youse can all piss off.
I'm not doing a deal with cops and I ain't going to court.
If he says you're going to court, you're going to court.
- I didn't do it, Den. - Let's agree on that.
Word from the DPP is one of the detectives said
you made certain admissions.
How many times I got to tell you? I told the pigs nothing.
Yeah, we're not out of the woods yet, mate.
What about all the money Dennis has been shovelling the cops?
I mean, surely they owe us a bloody favour.
Well, they don't owe you a fuckin' favour, do they?
- Why not? You pay 'em enough. - Yeah, fuckbrain.
I pay them to keep away from me. You write your own cheques.
Anyway, your cops are Armed Rob. They don't do favours, eh?
- No, they just kill people. - Hey, Victor.
All I need you to do is stay out of trouble
until I work out what else they got, OK?
Look, I know what jobs I did, OK?
And I never did a job in Frankston.
It's a long, long way away. You don't know what's out there.
OK. Well, then, we're as sweet as a nut, then.
Want to see something?
Hey, I had the cops crawling all over this place yesterday.
Took away a couple of kitchen knives
and a bag of aspirin, eh? Arseholes.
- There's this week's pay. - Thanks, mate.
They're up there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's where the fuckin' cops are. See 'em?
Beady eyes. Drinking coffee. Watching me.
Whoa.
Arseholes.
As I understand it, the Iron Bloods were out on a run
when a van driven by Mr Nguyen swerved in front of you.
Little prick couldn't drive.
The witness will refrain from using that language.
Sorry, Your Honour.
He continued on, and when your members tried to overtake him,
he decided to change lanes, without indicating.
He's nearly killed the fuckin' sergeant-at-arms. Sorry.
The Iron Bloods pursued him
until he pulled over...
Yeah. Just to give him some advice about his driving.
And when Mr Nguyen got out of the vehicle,
he was assaulted by certain members of your club.
No, just one member. And he was provoked.
- You admit he was assaulted? - Yeah.
But I can't remember who done it.
I was on the ground,
and I could hear them laughing as he was kicking me.
Now, the prosecutor's shown us
the terrible injuries that you suffered.
Yes.
You must have covered your face in such an attack?
Yes. But I saw him beat me.
I saw him coming to me. I saw him hit me.
Did you cover your eyes?
On the ground.
When I was on the ground and being kicked.
And then I was unconscious.
But you can remember the man who attacked you?
Yes.
You were attacked by someone, Mr Nguyen.
I have no doubt that that's true.
Probably a member of the Iron Bloods.
There were witnesses who saw
members of the Iron Bloods surrounding.
The trouble is, Mr Nguyen,
the only evidence we have that it was my client
is yours.
Yes.
Mmm.
Do you think you'd be able to identify him one last time?
Oh, yes, of course.
Would you be prepared to take part
in a line-up right here in the court?
A line-up?
There were other members of the club there that day,
and I'd like, with the court's indulgence,
to ask my client to take part in a line-up
and then ask Mr Nguyen to pick out the man who assaulted him.
Is this gonna take long? No, we're all ready to go.
I believe the officers ensured
my client's included in the line-up.
Who assaulted you, Mr Nguyen?
I can't tell.
They all look the same.
So he's in the witness box,
he's been kicked in the head half-a-dozen times
and he can remember everything, until I organise a line-up.
Can't believe it.
He's looking at bikies in their helmets and riding gear.
- He's got absolutely no idea. - This is the man who was bashed?
- Mmm. - Hardly fair.
- What about your ethics? - Ethics?
But you tricked him.
What am I supposed to do? Hold his hand and pass around a hat?
Come on! Let's not get into the truth-and-justice bullshit.
It's a game.
Some of us are born to make the rules. Others to break them.
There's no justice in losing.
Anyway. How else can us silver tongues,
with our silver spoons, make a living?
What an extraordinary attitude.
Getting my new car tomorrow, Dad.
It's one of Germany's finest. It goes like the clappers.
I reckon I'm gonna snap a few necks as I go by.
You are such a narcissist, Andrew.
Hey, Dennis.
- Poofters are at it again! - Yeah?
Yeah, I know you bastards. I assume you got a warrant.
Oh, yeah. Don't worry your little face about that.
He's got the warrant.
Tell your mates in there to take it easy. It's been listed.
Anything broken will have to be replaced or paid for.
Hey, what is it this time, mate?
Hey, Jase!
Get that fuckin' warrant.
- Nice car. - Yeah, it's a 911.
- Goes like the clappers. - Yeah.
Kraut engineering, eh?
It's a druggie's car, mate.
- Yeah? How's that? - You ever seen 'The Big Chill'?
Yeah, William Hurt drove one of these, the drug pusher.
- Hey, Dennis? - Yeah?
Helga Wagnegg?
Eh?
Look, mate, I don't know nothing about it, you know.
She come in for a taste and ODs.
If I knew anything, but I... I don't.
She does this, uh... this fuckin' swallow dive
in the street, you know,
so... so Mum, she take her out the back.
The bitch OD'd. I don't know nothing
about what happened, but when she died, someone decided
to ditched that slut in the river.
Well, you know there'll be a coroner's inquest?
- Oh, let them get on with it. - But you'll have to go to it.
No, I don't.
They're giving me a hard time, but you're gonna fix it for me.
That's what I'm paying you for.
The jury have been generous
in their consideration of this matter.
It involved a labyrinth
of circumstantial and forensic detail.
In the end, the evidence, as it was presented,
relied upon absolute trust in the word of the police,
and it is clear the jury accepted
their version of events.
Victor Peirce, having found you guilty,
this court has the duty of dispensing justice.
You are sentenced to four years jail
with a 2-year non-parole period.
This is your fault! You said this wouldn't fuckin' happen!
So... how's everyone going?
I'm sorry things turned out like that.
- Oh, I won't stay. - Mate, you just got here.
- I popped in to pay my respects. - You paid 'em.
We paid you a shitload and what did we get?
Mum, that's not nice. Fraser, he gave it his best shot.
- No, you're disappointed. - You're so high-and-mighty.
Even with one eye, I can see you're useless.
You need to stop them. What you do? Pissed all over my husband.
Now he's in jail.
Now fuck off out of here.
Andrew.
- I've got an idea for an appeal. - I wouldn't worry.
Victor can do two years easy.
Oi, Khoa! How's it going, mate?
Good to see ya.
He's been through the wars, that bloke.
Bought him a fuckin' TV set, hey?
Didn't have one. Believe that?
Nice bloke. Never says boo.
Oh, mate, it's good of you to help him out.
Are you Dennis Bruce Allen?
You know who I am.
Consider yourself served.
Cocky.
What's it say?
It's a summons to appear at Helga Wagnegg's coronial.
- I ain't fuckin' going. - Hey, Dennis. - Bullshit.
If you don't show up to the inquest,
the coroner can send you straight to trial - murder.
- Bullshit. - I can't help you unless you do the coronial.
Already been over this, mate. See ya.
I want to pick my silks without consultation unless...
unless I think there's a need for a second opinion.
It is professional to consult with your peers,
especially when they're senior partners in the firm.
Listen, if I'm out there flogging my backside,
I don't want to have to keep coming back
to justify every argument I make in court.
And, uh... And I want separate billing.
You know, so everyone can see the contribution
my criminal work makes to the firm.
And how long is this experiment gonna last, Andrew?
Oh, Chris. Business is roaring in.
Oh, while I'm on a roll, I, um... I need a junior, and, um...
Look, I wouldn't mind a decent expense account.
I'm going places, gentlemen.
Behold and weep.
Oh, come on.
Oh. Oh, finally.
Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all week.
It's a bad time to call. I'm watching a movie.
Hey, Dennis, we've got to talk. I've received the...
I can't talk now.
I've received the coroner's brief on Helga Wagnegg.
Yeah. It's, uh... not looking good.
The autopsy revealed that Helga didn't drown.
You know, at least not in a river. She, um...
She had enough heroin in her blood to kill three men, mate.
Dennis?
Hey... Dennis. Dennis, you there?
Alright.
Alright what?
Alright, let's go to the coronial inquest.
OK. OK, great. Righto. Well, I'll pick you up, hey?
- See you at nine o'clock. - Well, if you like.
Mate, this is... this is a load of shit.
Just look at it. We've got to get our stories straight.
What are you doing?
I spent all night bloody getting those ready for you.
- Yeah, you wasted your time. - Come on, mate.
I don't want to pay for this. - Come on, Dennis.
Come on, mate. Let's just get in there. Come on, Dennis.
Jesus!
Shit!
I told you I wasn't gonna go to court today.
You stick with me. We're gonna do a lot of good shit together.
We'll beat these bastards.
Un-fuckin'-believable.
Once you get the taste for quality,
a glass is all you need.
Oh, is that right?
You should tell my old man. He drank anything, good or bad.
Did it kill him?
Oh, sort of. Uh...
No, then one day, he just gave up.
Not that my mother gives him any credit.
That's important to you, isn't it?
What's that?
Credit.
Oh, I think it's important to everybody.
You seem to need it more than most.
What, is that a problem?
Could be.
The others have decided to wait a while
before we consider the partnership situation.
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