You're the lawyer. I hate fuckin' lawyers.
You like this, do you? Walking up and down?
We play cards when it's raining.
- You don't have to. - OK.
How much time they give you?
- Five to seven. - I've been watching you.
You're not cracking out of it. You're thinking too much.
Am I?
I just said so.
Must be true, then.
Never stop thinking.
Can't let your mind go over the wall.
The wall surrounds you.
What you see in here is it.
There's nothing over the wall.
- It's gone. - Oh, God!
No!
Fraser!
Fraser, you there?
Lewis?
I'm on the other side, mate, section E.
We're neighbours, at least for the next 18 months.
Mate, everyone in here's absolutely crazy.
That's why it's called 'stir', mate.
Anyway, are you coping any better?
Yeah.
No, I don't know, mate. No. No.
Tell me.
You got a friend yet?
Yeah. Yeah.
That's good.
Stay close and never trust them.
Anyone else wants something, you hurt them.
Five to seven. Maximum protection.
Why protection?
Must have dogged on someone, eh?
Or maybe some of your clients who hate your lawyer guts
are waiting for you in the mainstream?
For him. Camilleri. If he comes near you.
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Yeah. Oh, yeah, you're looking good, little Den. Looking good.
Yeah. These bastards, they'll squeeze us as much as they want.
We'll just glide, eh, mate?
Yeah? Right on through.
- You name him after yourself? - Yeah.
He's my brother.
Hey, uh, the Stanhope case, Den.
They're killing me.
Those coppers, bikies, slopes everyone. You.
We have to talk about it. The Crown say they've got witnesses.
Who?
I don't know, mate.
There's blood in the water. Mmm.
Hey, little fella.
Blood in the water.
Mmm.
I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them coming here every week.
And it's the same shit, mate. I don't want anyone else around.
Personally. They all think they're so bloody tough.
But they're a bunch of soft-cocks.
What are you looking at, soft-cock?
Listen, that's Lew Moran.
- You were speaking to me, son? - 'Kin' oath.
And I said, what are you looking at, soft-cock?
Yeah?
Hey! Hey!
Oh, shit!
Shit!
He shot me! Jesus!
- Are you OK? - Shit!
- Oh, my God! - Ah, ah, ah!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Shit!
- Oh, my God! - Shit! Ah!
Fuck.
Ah!
- Hello? - Mum? Mum?
- I've been shot. - What?
- What you talking about? Where? - I'm at the Earl Hotel.
Where... No, where are you shot?
Um, in the head, by Lewis Moran.
Oh, Jesus, Jake. Lewis Mora... For God's sake.
Don't tell the cops that.
- I'm coming right now. - OK, hurry, hurry, hurry.
Now, look, you're talking about somebody who's a family man.
He's got two sons. He's a very good father to his children.
- Thanks, Fred. - Lewis.
- Hey, Frase. - G'day, mate.
Called me a soft-cock twice, the little prick.
- What, so you shot him? - Allegedly, Frase. Allegedly.
You'll get a brick for this, mate.
Crowded bar. A heap of witnesses.
Don't you worry about them, mate.
You can't intimidate witnesses, Lewis. It's unethical.
- Not to mention illegal. - Unethical?
Get your hand off it, Frase.
Anyway, I always thought Ethics
was a county in England somewhere.
I was making a phone call.
Never heard of him. I was in the ladies'.
I was in the sports bar with me mates.
I didn't see nothing. I was in the loo.
Must have been bloody crowded in there.
- Hello, sir. - Go in.
Ah, yeah. I'm sorry, we're actually closed, sir.
We need to go in. We know someone in there.
I'm sure you do, but we are closed, I'm afraid.
Find another venue. Why don't you take your girlfriend?
Come on, love. Up you get. You might wanna pop your shoes on.
Alright. Enjoy your night.
Don't forget your vitamin B.
It's not just loading drunks into taxis.
There's a certain amount of psychology involved.
Psychology? You can't be serious.
Yeah, I am.
I am. Sussing out who's drunk and who you can be firm with.
Who's on pills and might turn ugly.
- Oh. - You get good at reading types.
Alright. What type am I, do you reckon?
- Too easy. - Yeah, come on. Well?
- No. - Let's hear it, Dr Freud.
Alright, but you asked for it.
Middle-class upbringing.
Oh, along with about 70% of the population.
Loves to play the working-class hero, fighting
for the underdog, but, in fact, went to a private school,
where you spent a lot of time
outside the school headmaster's office
because you were a disruptive element, craved attention
and would do anything for an audience.
Yeah, but that's my job a good criminal lawyer has to be
a persuasive speaker, or...
No, no, no. It's more than that for you.
You hate authority, and yet you are desperate to be accepted
by that very same authority.
That's bullshit. That is utter bullshit.
Oh, and what about this car? Porsche?
Come on. There's gotta be a few issues there.
In conclusion, Mr Fraser,
I would say you have a chip on your shoulder.
Oh!
Oh, and you won't talk about it. Classic male avoidance.
- Oh, not bad for a door bitch. - Yeah, I told you.
You are beautiful.
Mmm. Parts of me are.
No. No, all of you are your body and your mind.
See over there?
Ever imagine having your name up in lights across the city?
Oh, God!
Ah! Just there.
Stay there, stay there, stay...
Oh, Frase.
Oh! Oh, don't... don't stop!
- Don't! Ah! - You mean this?
Oh, yeah. Oh!
Mmm! Mmm!
- Mmm! - Oh!
Oh, God!
How many rooms do you need, Frase? I nearly got lost.
Hey?
- Hello. - Hello.
Mmm! How good is this, eh?
Twice as big as Sally's, half the price.
You've got to love a mortgagee sale.
Mmm.
- Their loss, your gain, huh? - Mm-hm.
- I kinda liked your old place. - Yeah?
Well, think of the parties we're gonna have, eh?
We can play hide-and-seek.
It's 7:00 in the morning.
Andrew Fraser.
They're in my shitter. I'm gonna...
I'm gonna kill 'em.
- Calm down. Who's in your... - The cops.
They're... they're... they're bugging my toilet.
I'm gonna kill 'em. Kill someone.
I can't even use my phone. You've got to do something.
- There's not much I can do. - What am I paying you for?!
Do something or I'll go up to that tower. I'm gonna kill 'em!
- That's not a good idea, Dennis. - I don't give a rat's. Piss off!
OK, look, I'll come round this afternoon, but just calm down
and don't do anything stupid, OK?
Yeah, I... I am gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... God!
God!
Dennis? Dennis?
We said we'd go to my sister's for drinks this afternoon.
Yeah, got to look after the clients, darling.
They're paying for the house.
Rah!
Call off your fuckin' dogs! It's doing my head in!
I'm fine, thanks, Dennis. How are you?
Next to my shitter, hey? Next to my shitter, eh?
It's a man's private place, and it's where I do my thinking!
- What, out loud? - Don't fuck with me.
I have given you heaps. And this is how you thank me?
Mate, we thank you by you remaining a free man.
Do I need to remind you you got bail on 60-odd crimes?
Helga Wagnegg, Anton Kenny.
You keep taking pot shots at that tower up there.
Now, the only thing between you and my mates up there is me, OK?
- Now, you owe me. - Fuckin' with my business!
Well, call that smart-arse lawyer of yours.
Yeah, he is a good lawyer, isn't he? Yeah? Yeah.
He gives you lot a good kicking on a regular basis.
Yep. But he enjoys rubbing our noses in it a bit too much.
Now, Dennis, you got to remember, he's a lawyer.
His loyalty is to your money, not like me. We go way back.
We used to knock around these streets together in gangs.
Have a look at us now, 20 years later.
If you are so fuckin' friends with me, call off your dogs!
- Well, give me something. - I'm under fuckin' pressure!
I'll keep you up on Victor.
Family loyalty, eh?
Maybe.
- I could do you right here. - Mm-hm.
Half my problems, they'd be over.
Only someone with a death wish kills a cop, Dennis.
And what makes you think I'm not wearing a wire?
Now, by next week, I want chapter and verse on Victor,
or else this shit is over.
Yeah, well, Spud says, "Yeah, yeah, I robbed a bank,
"and they give me 10 years."
Jacko says, "I killed a man and they've given me 3 days."
He says, "What," says Spud, "I rob a bank and get 10 years,
"you kill a bloke and get three days how can that be?"
"Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Settle down," says Jacko.
"Bloke I killed was a lawyer."
Very droll, Lewis. - Thanks, Jim. - There you go. Cheers.
Thanks.
Right, how many people were here when the shooting happened?
Oh... Yeah, quite full, I believe.
OK, and where were you sitting?
Allegedly there. But I wasn't here. Ask the barman.
And the, uh... the victim was where?
Victim, uh... over there, I suppose.
OK. And, uh...
- How bright were the lights? - Ooh. Not very.
Good. OK. If all else fails, we've got the nightclub defence.
You've got a crowded bar, got punters jostling to get a drink.
Everyone's had a skinful, so their eyesight's impaired.
Positive identification, near impossible.
Bad news is, mate, they've got a witness.
Really?
- Who would that be? - They're not saying.
Hey, Lewis, you can't intimidate a witness, mate.
- The law looks unkindly on... - No, no. I wouldn't touch 'em.
I swear, Frase. Not me.
Or your sons.
Cheers?
For the committal I reckon we're gonna need a top barrister.
I reckon you'll do me.
You run rings around most of those poonces in their wigs.
- Unless you're scared. - I'm not. I just think that...
You know what I reckon your problem is, Frase?
- Yeah, what's my problem, Lewis? - Now, I'm no head doctor.
But I reckon you got a chronic fear of failure.
Now, my sons have got that disease.
They look at me, think "How can I be as good a crook as Dad?"
And, what, with your grandfather being a law legend
and your sister in the game too...
I'll tell you something, Frase.
This just might be your chance to show 'em.
- You reckon? - Definitely.
And I'll tell you one other thing for nothing, Frase.
Families, they fuck you up.
Oh, he wanted me to dog on you. I told him.
I said, "Piss off." You're my brother, flesh & blood, family.
That's why we all stay in the business, isn't it, Mum, hey?
- Drugs, whores? Don't think so. - Don't get on your high horse.
You got Wendy and the kids to provide for.
Oh, well, shit, look at this place. It's a mess.
This ain't my business. Anyway, I got my eye on something.
Oh, fuckin' bank job, isn't it, eh? A bank job, eh?
Didn't you learn nothing in boob?
We've got enough jacks wedged up our arse already.
I ain't asking permission, Den.
Dennis, you there?
- Jason! Let him in. - Listen to your brother.
You'll keep working for us. You're family.
Where the fuck have you been? This is serious.
Alright, let's just get out of the house, eh?
It's too pissing late now. I got 'em all.
Yeah, this CIA shit, mate, it picks up bugs a mile away.
Yeah, well, let's just go for a drive, mate, all the same, eh?
Daniels, he knows. They've been listening to everything, Fraser.
I mean, this is bad! This is really bad!
How do we know that this prick ain't doggin'?
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, take it easy, mate.
Cut it out, Victor. He's done good since you were locked up.
Oh, Victor, just piss off, mate.
Piss off!
Look, I don't know how long they've been listening,
but, Daniels, he says they've got plenty on me.
- Probably got shit on Anton. - You're not hearing me, mate.
No, you've got to stay here. - Don't want to hear it. Dennis.
Hey, mate, I don't want to hear it, OK?
Not here, Dennis, OK?
Hey.
Now, listen, mate the word on the street
is the cops are gonna charge you with the Stanhope murder.
So let's just go have a beer and discuss it, alright?
- Hm. - OK?
Yeah.
My mate Carson's talking to 'em.
Yeah, I know. I've heard something along those lines too.
I bought him a fridge, Fraser. I bought him a fuckin' fridge.
And he's my mate, and now he's dogging on me.
- He's dogging on me, Fraser. - Yeah, yeah.
I'm fucked.
I'm fucked, Fraser.
Mmm!
Coming! Coming!
Ta-da!
- Ah! Happy birthday! - Oh, thank you. Oh!
Look at you, a man in an apron. Enough to get a girl going.
In you come.
Oh, shit! I've got to do the vegies.
Wow!
- Yeah. - Look at this.
Now I can, uh, hear meself cook. Oh!
- It smells good. - Oh, shit.
Can I have a special birthday girl drink, please?
- Yeah, alright. - Thank you.
Oh, look at this, Frase. There's enough food here for...
I thought it was just the two of us.
I thought it was a romantic dinner...
No, I invited some friends over for you.
- What, your friends? - Hey, you know most of 'em.
You've met them. More or less.
Shit, you look gorgeous. You are bloody edible there. Yeah.
Yum-yum-yum-yum! Mmm!
So he's the sort who murders his mother and father
and then he asks for mercy because he's a bloody orphan.
Have a go at that.
Although in this case, you'd be making the plea, eh, Frase?
Abso-fuckin'-lutely, mate. That's what lawyers do.
Yes, mate, and what about the father? He's that, um...
Oh, the father. Yeah, the father. He's, uh, Brian Murphy.
He was the footballer. He played for Fitzroy or something.
- No, it's Footscray. - Yeah, so he was the guy...
He did stick-ups between games. He used his 14-year-old son.
Have a go at that. 14-year-old son as his lookout. Yeah.
And you reck... you reckon families don't fuck you up.
- Not all are like your family. - Ask... ask Sue about families.
Yeah, well, thank God for messed-up families.
Otherwise us lawyers would be out of business.
Excuse me. Be back in 10. I shall return!
You still right for the long weekend, mate?
- What long weekend? - Falls Creek. Cabin's booked.
It is pissing down snow up there at the moment.
You're gonna bloody love it. We've been going for years.
- What, all of you? - No, no, no. Just Frase and me.
- A couple of snow bunnies. - Here we go.
I moved the birthday cake forward.
- Oh, what's this? - Hey!
You have let your hair down, Fraser. How old is she? Six?
- Have a look. It's amazing. - Look at the bloody cake!
- Look at it. Describe it to me. - Frase?
You didn't mention anything about Falls Creek to me.
Shit, yeah. You'd be up for a dirty weekend, wouldn't you?
- What, with David? - Yeah, Case and Samantha.
Yeah, it'd be good. I'm just gonna do a bit of a wee.
- Case. You going for a slash? - Ooh, yes, yes.
Yeah, you know, I didn't even know it was purple.
- It's Murphy! - Yeah, I know.
- Oh, Murphy, you! - Righto.
Who's got the blowtorch for the candles?
Hey, where's Denise?
Hey, Denise.
Denise.
Hey, Denise, Denise. What's happened?
If you can't work that out, Fraser,
there's something very wrong with you.
- Did you do it? - Do what?
You know what I fuckin' mean. Just tell me you did it.
I don't know what you're talking about, Den.
Dennis, if he said he didn't do it, he didn't do it.
The little bastard didn't jump out and overfeed himself.
Calm down. We'll get you another bloody fish.
I don't want another! I want him to admit what he's done!
Maybe it was old.
He can't be old, you dickhead! I only just got him!
Well, how old was he when you got him?
Dennis.
Come here! Come here!
Smart-arse little fuck! Come here!
Kath!
Dennis.
What's wrong?
So, what did the doctor say?
Something about his valves being blocked by growths.
What does that mean?
Means he's buggered.
Him and his bloody fish.
Will he be here for a while?
What do you reckon, mate? Look at him. He's fucked.
Bad for business.
He's the only one who knows where the gear and cash are.
- G'day, Kath. How is he? - Pretty rooted.
Look, we really need to reach an agreement today.
Excuse me, Nev, can I just put you on hold for a second?
Yes, Pam?
Denise, it's lover boy lawyer on line three.
Pam, I told you if he called that I wasn't available.
I'm sorry, Denise is not available.
OK.
OK, well, could you just make sure she gets the message?
- Yes, no problem. - Thank you.
Detective Schneider, putting aside that the victim
seems completely puzzled about which hotel he was shot,
presumably a bullet grazing the scalp
would mean there'd be copious amounts of blood gushing about,
would there not?
- Ask a doctor about that. - No, Detective, I'm asking you.
- Would there be blood? - I imagine there'd be some.
Oh, we'll take that as a yes. Uh...
Did Forensics find any traces of blood
in the public bar of the Earl Hotel
where the alleged incident took place?
- Not to my knowledge. - Right. But they looked?
They went over the area
in their usual incredibly thorough manner?
- Yes. - Right. And, uh...
- Did they find any blood residue matching the victim's? - No.
It's a miracle, Your Honour there's a man shot in the head,
he's bleeding like a stuck pig, and not a jot,
not a smidgin, not a molecule of blood
found at or anywhere near the area.
Have you found a weapon yet, Detective?
No, not as yet.
Right. So we've got no blood, no weapon. What about witnesses?
None. We had one yesterday but he was unreliable.
Oh. And how many people did you interview?
- About 20. - Not one of those came out...
Your Honour.
The accused has a reputation
which strikes fear into the heart of witnesses.
Oh, Your Honour, we're not here so the prosecution
can assassinate my client's good reputation.
We're here to establish if there's enough evidence
for this ludicrous fit-up to go to trial.
And the prosecution cannot produce a single witness.
Therefore, I can see no good reason
to let this case proceed to trial.
I award costs to the defence.
You done good, Frase. And it was cheap.
Oh, it wasn't that difficult. You haven't got my bill yet.
Jeez, mate, will you learn to take a compliment?
Speaking of which, how's that grouse bird of yours?
- I've been a bit busy lately. - You mean she's avoiding you?
- How long? - Oh, I haven't been counting.
- How bloody long? - Two weeks, three days.
Tried to ring. She won't bloody answer the phone.
Get your act together, boy.
I mean, she's not gonna fall in your lap.
They like to be pursued. Even I know that.
Oh, and another thing, Frase.
Go easy on that shit you keep sticking up your nose.
Not a good look for someone with a head as big as yours.
Oh.
OK. We'll get you...
We'll take it from here, Kath.
Bugger off, copper.
Dennis Bruce Allen, you're hereby charged
with the murder of Wayne Patrick Stanhope.
Leave him alone, you bastard!
He's sick and he's my son. Now piss off.
- Mum. Get Fraser. - You!
You lived near us. I knew your mum. I...
I gave you money for ice-creams, you fuckin' maggot!
Piss off or I'll arrest you for the obstruction of justice.
Traitor! I'm taking him home today, you bastards!
I'm taking him home!
Have a look at my client,
Your Honour. He's not a well man.
The remand centre has neither the medical facilities
or the trained staff to look after him.
It would be a death sentence, Your Honour.
Is that what the court wants?
Is that what the state wants?
Look, it was a grave mistake
for the hospital to even discharge him.
The family could, in all probability,
sue the hospital for negligence for releasing him
in an appalling state of medical health.
- You're gilding the lily. - I'm sorry, Your Honour.
Dennis Allen, you are a serial offender,
and I will not grant you bail.
But I agree with your submission, Mr Fraser,
as to your client's poor health.
Thank you, Your Honour.
The defendant will be returned to his hospital room
under custody, and as soon as he's fit enough,
his case will go to trial.
And there'll be no more delays of any kind.
- Understood, Mr Fraser? - Yes, Your Honour.
If you wouldn't mind waiting a couple of minutes.
We're busy. Girls, do you want to come in? You two here.
Thanks.
I'll just hold you there.
Ben, can you take care of this?
You think crummy flowers will make up for everything?
It's a start. I've tried to call you about a 100 times.
- You don't return my calls. - I didn't want to talk to you.
Denise, you've got to help me out here. I'm no good at this.
I'll do whatever it takes. I promise you I can change.
Look.
I'm 32 years old.
I don't want a relationship based just on great sex.
I want something meaningful. I want something serious.
And I want to be with somebody
who wants to spend time with me above everybody else.
- But I do. I do. I... - And who will listen to me.
- OK. OK. - Even at dinner parties.
OK. OK. I'm sorry.
I apologise about your birthday. I was a bloody idiot.
Mm. Well, no argument there.
So can we wipe the slate clean and start it again?
If I showed you just how serious I can be, would I have a chance?
Maybe.
A small one.
Very small.
There you go.
So, Mum, you still haven't said what you think of the new joint.
I said it was fine, Andrew. A little big.
I don't know why everything has to be so big.
- Well, room to move, hey, Dad? - Yeah, yeah. Quite right.
- The Assorted Creams are nice. - Oh, thank you, Mr Fraser.
- Oh, Rod, please. Call me Rod. - Thank you, Rod.
So, Denise, where did you and Andrew meet?
We met at a nightclub.
Oh, really? How fascinating.
Uh, yes, I do occasionally work on the door of a nightclub,
but I also do dispute resolutions
at the Chamber of Manufacturers.
- She's bloody good at it too. - Andrew, must you?
Yes, I've never quite fitted the Fraser family profile.
I'm not sure you fit the Shanks family profile either.
Oh, I think I probably would.
My father worked for the Australian Workers' Union
- after the war. - Oh, really?
We got unionists on the ladies' side and lawyers on the men's.
Isn't that right, Mum? And Dad's dad was a lawyer too.
- He was like me in criminal law. - Right.
And Andrew's sister, Sally, is also a lawyer.
She's a teacher.
She's done exceptionally well for herself, Andrew.
I'm not sure she couldn't teach you a thing or two.
Yes, as you can see,
our family's very strong on positive reinforcement.
Well, I would love to meet Sally sometime.
- Look forward to seeing you again. - Absolutely.
- OK. All the best. - It was nice to meet you.
- And you. - Bye-bye, Andrew. - Righto. Cheerio, folks.
- 'Bye. - 'Bye.
Oh, there you go. So, what did you think?
Oh, I think your mum and I understand each other.
You've achieved in an hour what I've failed to do in a lifetime.
- You're a bloody marvel. - Mmm.
You were spot-on, mate. They're coming at you from all sides.
You're right about the witness in the Stanhope case.
Ken Carson.
One of your trusted foot soldiers, wasn't he?
Unbelievable.
Get out of the way, sir.
Code blue!
You're dead, mate.
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