Rake (2010–2018): Season 1, Episode 6 - R vs Langhorn - full transcript

You know when the carpaccio's
just an hour past its prime?

It's not off but it's tired.

Yeah, well, that pretty much
set the tone for the whole meal.

Right up to the catastrophe
they called the tiramisu.

Well, Morley's has always been crap.
You know how bad it is.

We used to go there
for children's birthday parties.

Yeah, well, you chose to have kids.

And I'm joined in the studio

by State Attorney-General
Joe Sandilands.

My first question to you,
Attorney-General, is,

are you a complete moron?



Um, and hello to you too, Eddie.

Because that does seem to be
the prevailing mood out there

in our city of fear.

This government seems unwilling

to bridle
the escalating ethnic gang violence.

Asian, Muslim youths
are terrorising our streets.

Well, that is clearly untrue, Eddie.
Now -

Let's talk about Mary Drouin.
OK.

An innocent young Australian girl

gang-raped by Muslim youths
in broad daylight.

I visited Mary
just this week in hospital,

and she is suffering extensive
bruising, external and internal,

some of which will last a lifetime.

No, well, this is a -
It's not just Mary Drouin, is it?



Four other young Australian women
have been raped in this one suburb

in this last four-month period
alone.

Still no arrests?

If I could just get a word in -
Yeah, but words are all we get.

I see you call for calm,
but that's all we see you doing,

and we're not calm, we are angry,

because this government has turned
suburbs like Cabramatta and Lakemba

into safe havens for baby Taliban.

What? I beg your pardon!

When was the last time you walked
the streets of these suburbs?

When was the last time you did,
Eddie?

I don't think a Western woman
would really feel safe

in those areas
without a full burqa on.

I wouldn't go down there
without a .22 automatic,

but given that I'm not allowed
to defend myself in such a manner,

I have to rely on my government.

If you would give me a chance
to answer, I would be more -

But honestly, if I was a young man
with a sister or a mother or,

God forbid, an adolescent daughter,
I know what I'd be doing.

Look, that is
completely inappropriate.

You have made this war.

You are forcing brave young people
to take up cudgels,

to go into these areas and to
take the law into their own hands.

And who can blame them, really,
calling no more Mary Drouins,

this jihad against Australian women
must stop,

one way or another, right now.

Now, you are advocating vigilantism
here -

Thank you, Attorney-General.

That was
Attorney-General Joe Sandilands,

once again unable to shed any light
on our streets of fear.

Oi!
Oi you, you fucking dogs!

What the fuck is that?
Come on!

You wanna go?!
Come on!

You're listening to Eddie Langhorn,
drive time,

2WE, 966AM.

(Yelling)
Go, go, go!

You.

(Grunts)

Oi!
(Police sirens approach)

2329 to Base. We need an ambulance
here right away.

Who's Warwick Torrens?

He is the Director of Public
Prosecutions. Why do you ask?

He called.

What'd he want?

My guess is,
he wanted to speak to you.

Hey!

You slept here, didn't you?

Well, that depends. Where is here?

You are due in court.

Harry Sorry David
and the Tax Office

await the pleasure of your company.

Yes, I'm onto it.

So, you know
Dava's coming back tomorrow.

We have to vacate his room.
Is Dava giving up smoking?

I've got to get to Ali. Fast.

Hey, that is Dava's gown.

Mordy.
How's the, ah, how's the family?

Oh, hello.
Ah, Edwina Langhorn?

For God's sake, call me Eddie.
What's up?

Ah, we've got orders to place you
under arrest, if that's alright?

Really? Well, I guess
there must be a charge of some kind.

The charge, yeah.
Yeah, um, sorry.

Ah, causing a riot,
inciting racial vilification.

Oh dear, I have been busy.

Look, there's no need for handcuffs.
We'll just head on out.

Oh no, no, no, I insist. I wouldn't
like you to get into any trouble.

Right, OK.

Just mind the Rolex.
Sure.

Why are you still bloody doing
legal work

when you've got a campaign to run?

It's my very last case, I promise.

Mate, the Party's smiling on you.

Smiles all around,
happy smiling faces,

but there's still
a couple of frowns, alright?

Some people who don't think
you've got the ticker.

Yes, I know, but this is a case I've
been handling for nearly two years.

It should wind up today.

Alright, well, the electorate
needs to see you at the coalface.

Right up to the election day,
alright? Ah, here we go.

Nothing you can do
can ever make up for this.

You make sure you're back in time

for the Under 18s Netball final,
alright?

They're daughters
of Greeks and Italians.

We're knee deep
in a racist shit storm

courtesy of the rabid Ms Langhorn.

It's vital we be seen publicly

with some of your less controversial
ethnic groups. OK?

Is it necessary to do it
dancing in these hats?

We'd do it in nappies
if it'd win votes.

Just stick it in the boot, Ali.
The boot.

Good, eh? Off yoghurt, cat piss.
Old village trick.

Good on ya. Thanks, Ali. Good, mate.
Any time.

See ya. Right, let's go, Reg.

Your Honour, this matter
has dragged on for 22 months,

in which time,
Mr Greene has failed to produce

one shred of documentary evidence.

We again submit
that Mr Greene be required

to produce the documents under
subpoena or be held in contempt.

Yes. Mr Greene,
cometh the hour, cometh the man.

Oh, shit.

Ah, I agree, Your Honour.

Um, this thing has dragged on
way too long.

I'm as anxious as anyone
to put it right,

which is why I'm very happy to say
I can now lay this matter to rest.

I have the documents with me.

As has been established,
Your Honour,

my financial records
were severely storm damaged,

but I have managed to track down

almost all
the relevant surviving papers.

According to the subpoena,
Your Honour,

I was required to produce financial
records for the years 2004...

(Coughs)

..ah, 2005.

Very difficult to make copies
of these, Your Honour.

God, what is that smell?

We're not entirely sure, Your
Honour. It's possibly rat urine.

They were very badly damaged.
Get them out of here!

We can have this dealt with
in a couple of hours.

Look, get them out. How dare you
bring that into my court.

Yes, I wasn't aware
they actually smelt as bad as that,

Your Honour,
I have a deviated septum.

I think we may guess how you got it.

Mr Greene, you are in contempt.

Remove this man from my court
and place him in remand.

How dare you mock this place?

(Mobile rings)

Ah mate, do you mind if I -
Oh yeah, mate.

Thanks.

Lily, listen, you've called me at
a rather awkward time. Do you mind -

When isn't it an awkward time?

How is every little thing,
big sister?

Dad's had a stroke.

He's in hospital.
Is he alright?

He's doing Latin dancing,
as we speak.

I really just rang
to hear your voice.

I mean, is he gonna live?

(Sighs)

Here's a crazy suggestion.
Why not drive up here and find out?

Alright, look,

I'm going to be a little tied up
for the next couple of days.

I'll try and get there
on the weekend.

Yeah, well, you do that and I'll
tell him not to die before then.

Oh, yes. Yes.
Keep the good times rolling.

Gentlemen.

Cleave.
Mack, how are ya?

What are you here for?

Oh mate, nip and tuck, bit of lipo.

Bucket, how are ya?
Give us some room there, Tuva.

How are ya, mate?
Shit.

This morning, at 10:15am,
we arrested Eddie Langhorn.

Thought that'd get your attention.

No, Warwick, I was just intrigued
by the way you said 10:15am,

as if the time of day mattered.

Look, if this is about
her Joe Sandilands diatribe,

I'm not sure that it would stick.

Well, she seriously overstepped
this time.

There was a riot, people got hurt.

In any event, I've heard you
bitch about her so often,

I'm reasonably confident
you'll be putting your back into it.

Hm. More than my back.

This isn't about liking or hating.

Oh yes, it is.

(Door opens)

Someone's here to see you, Cleave.

I take it Harry, sorry, David
told you of my change of address.

Well, it was spectacular,
even by your standards.

It even rivals
your nude fountain display.

You shouldn't have come here,
sweet Missy.

I wanted to see that you were OK.

Well, as you can see,
a Rembrandt portrait.

More like a Jackson Pollock.

You're doing coke again, aren't you?

No.
You know you can't handle it.

My old man's knocking
on the pearlies, apparently,

but the spawn of his loins
is doing just fine, thank you.

Why are you here?

Because you matter to me.

I thought Harry, sorry, David Potter
mattered to you.

How is our little magician,
by the way?

Cleaver, don't start.

He's gonna pop the question
any day now, you know that?

People like Harry
have got life plans.

For God's sake.

You should be at home sorting out
quotes for wedding napkins,

instead of visiting old Cleave
in the slammer.

You're 1,000 light years
away from Earth.

May we walk our separate but
unique paths, and always together.

That's what Barney and Scarlet had
on their napkins.

Well, you shat all over
those napkins, didn't you?

Listen,
maybe it's good you're in here.

You can straighten yourself out.

Ah, the corkscrew calls me bent,
does she?

You're right, I shouldn't have come.

You know, you're going to die
if you keep this up.

Hello! It's just me!
I came to pick up a file.

We don't have to speak.

Who the hell are you?
Scarlet, right?

I'm Sylvia. Adam's home from school.
He's got a fever.

Didn't Barney tell you?

How dare you parade a strange woman
in front of my children

without consulting me first?

If this is Sylvia, the kids
have met her and they like her.

You should've called me
the moment he got sick

before pulling in some mystery shag
to help bail you out.

There is a protocol
to this sort of thing.

Well, you've waived all rights
to talk protocol.

Those are my children and
I won't have that slag near them!

Never speak about Sylvia like that
again. She's wonderful.

And I have to tell you
that the sex is brilliant.

Look, I'm pleased for you.
Genuinely.

I have moved on with my life too
and never felt more content.

But next time, you call Natalie.

Well, she's in Melbourne, remember?
Just get my mother.

So she can give Adam another
four-hour lecture on the Holocaust?

It's our people's history.

You just call next time.

Whether we're together or not,
we still co-parent.

(Mobile rings)

Sister.

I've SMS-ed you
the hospital details.

You'd better come.
He keeps asking for you.

I need your car for the weekend
to visit my Dad.

I will pay and I'll get it back
Sunday night, alright?

We've only got this room
for six weeks.

That's a no to the car?

Bravo, Cleaver.
Your family must be very proud.

He only speaks in sarcasm, you know.

Your little stunt in court

finally sounds the death knell
on one very shabby career.

The Conduct Committee
will have no choice this time.

Not in the mood, mate.
Oh, do forgive me.

I've had a shit of a day.
My old man might be on his way out.

Oh please, the dying father?
You have no moral compass, do you?

Nicole!

Tolga Urdan.

Man or woman?
Does it matter?

I'm not expressing
just my views here,

or the views
of the New South Wales bar.

You have no ethical core,

you're a borderline sociopath
and a disgrace to the profession.

Hello, Cleave.
Why me?

Your station could afford
a chorus line of silks.

I know you.

Yes, you do at that.

Well, you must know
that I don't agree

with a single opinion you express.

I know what I said caused a fuss.

No, no, a fuss
is when you fart in a lift.

Several people hospitalised,
a kid on life support.

A girl was gang-raped in
broad daylight and no charges laid.

I have every right to question
this government's piss-weak stance.

There's a line between questioning a
stance and inciting a race riot, Ed.

It was quite a rant.

Yeah, it was, wasn't it?

So, are you going
to rescue a damsel in distress?

(Sighs)

No. No.

Cleave, don't be like this.
Come on, just give it a try.

It'll be fun.

I can't. These are my people.
Don't you -

Look, Tolga and his family.

That girl there,
I'm godfather to that girl.

I'm actually running late
for something. I've gotta fly.

See you later, Ed.

Cleave.

Eddie! Eddie!
How did they know to come here?

I didn't know I had an office
until 38 minutes ago.

Welcome to my life.
Eddie! Eddie!

Yep, alright, alright, thank you!

I will make
just one short statement.

When my right to express an opinion

sees me handcuffed
and dragged from my family home,

this is not the country
my family raised me to love.

Our streets are not safe,
nor are our suburbs,

nor even our beloved beaches.

We must take pause

and ask ourselves,
what's happened to this country?

May I add something?

Of course.

Can anyone here lend me a car
for the weekend?

Nothing alcoholic,
nothing up the nose.

Yes, alright. Get off my back!

You know what I mean.
He slips up once, you call me.

I don't want to go with him.
Why am I being subjected to this?

He has got a point. The man
was unbearable when he was well.

I always thought he was sweet.

That's because
he's good at faking it.

Well, he's his grandfather,
and death should have some meaning,

and I want you
to talk to him about Vampira.

He hasn't spoken to me
since I kicked her out of my place.

He's still seeing her.

Tissue box is full,
no stains on the sheets.

He's not doing it to himself.
He's getting it.

You do realise what you just said
is a little creepy, don't you?

I don't think
you can talk to me about creepy.

I see you're defending the gorgon.

No, I'm not. I said no.
Just you wait.

I haven't seen her in over ten years.

Last time you did,
she ruined our marriage.

No, I did that all by myself.

Just talk to him. That's the only
reason I'm lending you the car.

You do still have a licence,
don't you?

(Death metal plays)

Fuzz.

Mate, it can't be,
can't be good for you.

Listening -

(Sighs)

Oh, well, this is bloody riveting.

(Groans)

Dad?

Hi.

Hi Pop, it's Fuzz.

How are you in there?

Better for seeing you.

OK, that's it. Come on, let's go.

Did he say anything, Fuzzy?

He said he was better for seeing us.

Hello, handsome.
Hey, Aunty Jane.

Oh, it's you.

I'll drop by the hospital again
in about half an hour. OK.

Did he go?
Yeah, he did.

He's here too, you know. You can
talk directly to him if you like.

That'd be a waste of breath,
wouldn't it?

Can we please not start?

You haven't seen much
of your granddad, have you?

No, not for a while.

He's a great bloke.
He'd take you fishing.

Talk your ear off
about rugby league.

Yeah, great bloke
if you never had to live with him.

Your father's twisted.
You stay living with your Mum.

Just because he didn't lay into you

doesn't make what happened to me
any more acceptable.

What exactly do you think
he did to you, Cleave?

Does it have to be
like Christmas Day every time?

No, it doesn't.
Let's finish this cup of tea

and this fuck awful fruit cake
and get out of your hair.

I've done my bit.

You sat in a hospital room
for two minutes.

We've been there
every day for weeks.

Granddad had such high hopes
for your father.

You watch our Cleaver. So sad.

How's your handicraft store, Jane?
Please Bobbin.

Oh no, that's right, you went broke.

Who would have picked that?

You'll spend time
defending that cow Eddie Langhorn -

yeah, we saw your photo -

but you won't give any time to
the man who devoted his life to you.

Who says I'm defending her?

And what, are we in the middle
of a Susan Sarandon movie here?

Alright, mate, you want the facts?

He had a giant leather strap
and he used to lay into me with it

and he'd leave welts
all up and down my body.

Once! And that was after
you tried to burn the school down!

The whole town
wanted you bloody lynched.

He was always laying into me.
Did you burn down your school?

No! One classroom, a demountable.
On principle.

He always had to be
the centre of attention.

Find some stupid busted cause -

I never had a proper relationship
with the man and you know it,

not like you two.

Oh Dad, Thommo's bowling.
Can we go?

Cricket bored him rigid but he'd
still take you to the Sydney Tests.

It wasn't the only time
he belted me.

Problem was
he didn't belt you enough.

Oh, I'm sorry you have
such a gobsmackingly dull life

with Ian the Rotarian
and his porcelain cat memorabilia.

But why would I bother making it up,
if it wasn't true?

I don't know. Maybe you have
to work that one out yourself.

Here, have a browse of these.

Tell me if any of these snaps

equate with your father's
tragic world view.

And I spent three hours
cooking you that fruit cake.

(Doors slam)

Mum ever talk to you
about the female menopause, mate?

You want to ignore me?
You want to dump me too?

Go ahead, get out.

I mean it.

I am sick of people
passing judgement on me.

You don't want to talk to me,
there's the door.

Fuzz. Fuzz!

Why am I copping shit for this?

What, your Mum chases the woman
down the street.

She calls her Vampira to her face.

Mum's always done stuff like that.
She's allowed to. I'm used to it.

But you rock up once a week

and pretend to be
this cool, anything goes guy

and in reality
you're just a bloody fascist!

I don't remember
Hitler expressing an opinion

about sons rooting
their English teachers.

I can handle you being a shit dad

because I always thought
you were my mate.

We are mates, Fuzz.
We have such great times, mate.

What about Souths' games,
and, and skiing last year?

You spent the whole time
shagging the ski instructress!

Oh yeah, alright,
not a good example. But mate -

Why don't you understand
how much I love her?

Fuzz, mate,
can we not hate each other, please?

It's all going to end in a single
bed in some Dickensian hospital

breaking wind
and pissing into silverware.

Dad.

I fucking love you, Fuzz. I would
take a bullet for you, mate.

Dad!
(Breaking glass)

Wendy, will you calm down?
It's largely superficial.

Look, I will pay.

I'm good for it.

No, it's just, I, oh.

Did Pop really take you
to see the cricket?

You always said
it was a girls' game.

I was unsure of my sexuality.

I rang again on July 9th.

Ah, correction,

10th, and then again on the 16th.

As I say, Elspeth, this is more
of a council matter than -

On August 2,

I wrote the Prime Minister.

Again, the Prime Minister is federal.

I'm standing for state parliament.

So you'll do nothing then?

No, on the contrary,
I will be writing to council

and putting
considerable pressure on them

to act on this grave matter of the -

Weekly collection of garden waste.
Yes.

He's all piss and wind, darling.

But

I like you.

OK. I think
I can swing my block for you.

I should have known
when you said pick a restaurant,

you'd be a little uncomfortable
with Lebo.

Salam Alaikum.
Alaikum Salam.

(Speaks Arabic)

(Replies in Arabic)

Mm.

I just wish you'd told me it was so
casual. I feel a little overdressed.

She's not Lebanese, by the way.

She's Egyptian. She'd be really
offended if you call her a Lebo.

I was thinking
about our last time together.

Oh, that weekend in Pretty Beach.

Yeah.
Mm.

I distinctly remember you
being pro-Native Title, anti-mining

and saying that you thought

Paul Keating
was the most admirable man alive.

I said no such thing.
You did.

No, you're thinking
of Etta Greenburg. Ugh.

Really?

Mm-hm.

So, Ed,

this shit you talk on air,
you really believe it?

Oh, absolutely.
Except maybe the weather.

I'm glad you came. I need you.

Oh. I remember
the last time you said that.

Just hear me out, please?

Look, Ed, you do know, don't you,

that of those five rapes,
only your girl Mary Drouin

is dead certain
it was a Muslim gang,

and only two of the four other girls

even mentioned the word Muslim
in their statements.

Where'd you hear that?
I've got friends in low places.

Five rapes, four months,
one suburb.

Come on, Cleave,
it's gotta be the same gang.

No, it doesn't.

It doesn't have to be anything.
It just suits you if it's that way.

Suits you to be able

to sling the words Muslim,
gang and rape together on air

because it gets your demographic
all fired up.

Gets the blood boiling. Yeah,
too right, the bloody towel heads!

Have you ever been
to an Islamic country, Cleave?

Oh, don't start this shit.

Some of the most beautiful, erudite
people I ever met are Muslim women.

But their men, their men think
women are second class citizens.

Not only do they think
we should be neither seen nor heard,

they think
we should be able to be traded

for two goats
and a diesel generator.

Are you really OK

about those attitudes
being imported into this country?

I'm thinking
about that diesel generator.

Clitoral circumcision.

Oh, hello.

It's been outlawed in this country
for 15 years

but some fathers defend it
as a cultural right

despite the fact
they have sworn an oath

to obey the laws of our country.

How can mutilating your daughter
be a cultural right?

And the people that could stop it,

the people
that could enforce the laws,

men in power like Joe Sandilands,

they run a million miles
in the opposite direction

because they're
too politically correct to offend

and they're beholden
to their party room hacks

that won't alienate
their multicultural electorates.

Ed, Jewish women aren't allowed

to sit with their menfolk
in synagogues. The smallest...

They're not allowed to pray
at the Wailing Wall.

..percentage of practicing Jews!
The ultra-Orthodox -

My beloved Catholic Church

at the forefront
of feminist thinking.

The same day
that I spoke to Joe Sandilands,

three other jocks made the same call
to arms and no charges laid.

Why? Card.

Because they're inside the tent,

and Joe Sandilands
is scared shitless of them.

I can make a difference.
I can beat these boofheads.

I just have to get inside the tent.

Why do you have to go camping
with them at all?

Because I always liked a good fire.

Oh.

Eddie, I'm such a fan.

Thanks for coming down. Did you
hear me on the radio last night?

You must know by now
she's the devil.

Come on, Red.

Democracy's built on the inalienable
right to express moronic opinions.

Except she isn't a moron.
She's the devil.

That is what the devil looks like.
That is what the devil sounds like.

She hasn't broken the law.
The devil never does.

All she has to do is sow doubt.

Doubt leads to fear,
fear leads to discord,

discord leads to some poor kid being
hit in the head with a baseball bat.

She got up Joe's nasal chambers.
She opened the debate.

Any passionately held opinion's
going to cause conflict.

Choose a God, choose a footy team,
back a politician,

you are now part
of the great divide.

Should Israel build settlements
in the occupied territory?

Oh please! Let's not pretend
this is about freedom of speech.

No, she's a performing seal
for the politically powerless.

You really don't like her, do you?

Within two hours
of Ms Langhorn's diatribe,

seven separate incidents broke out
in south western Sydney.

Eight people were injured,
one teenage boy seriously so.

The defence will argue
that she did not intend this.

But Ms Langhorn
is a highly intelligent woman

with Arts/Law degrees
from Melbourne University,

and a Masters from
the Columbia School of Journalism.

There is no doubt
that she knew precisely

the parameters of the law
that she was breaking.

Edwina Langhorn is
a human starting gun

and we will prove it.

Mr Elliot, you have been convicted
of causing grievous bodily harm.

What prompted you go to out and
beat up a group of total strangers?

It's a bloody war out there,
and she gets that.

I mean, none of you lot live
where I come from.

You don't hear 'em
yelling at us from cars,

spitting on us, hitting our women.

If we don't fight back
then we're losing who we are.

Oh, that would be a pity, indeed.

If you hadn't have listened
to Ms Langhorn's broadcast,

would you have still gone out and
attacked these people, do you think?

Don't know.

What does the word 'prevailing'
mean?

Not sure.

What about 'bridle'?

To get married?

Ah yes, but as in to bridle
a horse. What does that mean?

To marry one?

(Quiet laughter)

OK. Ah, what about 'causal'?

When you don't have to wear a suit.

Right, so not the sort of clothes
you'd wear to marry a horse.

Your Honour!

Your Honour, these were all words

used by Eddie Langhorn
in her broadcast.

Mr Elliot doesn't seem to know
the meaning of any of them,

which does beg the question,

did he understand a single word my
client was saying in her broadcast?

Thank you, Your Honour.

What in the blue blazes is this?

Ah, livestock of some description?

No, no, it's a human organ,
isn't it?

I'm pretty sure it's an animal.

Where was the town where your
parents renewed their wedding vows?

Pardon? Where they...?

Renewed their wedding vows.

San Gimignano.

Ah, I thought that's what you said.

Just think, some poor bloody idiot
has wasted nine months of their life

gluing bits of
blue and yellow ceramic onto Lycra

and no-one can tell me what it is.

It got second prize.

I see our camel has caught your eye.

A camel.
A camel.

Local girl. Julia Abbinga.
Lives just two streets away.

All local artists.

Well, there you go, Dave.

So much talent in
just the one little electorate, eh?

Bob Menzies. Named after
our famous Prime Minister?

No, after a car dealer from Nerang.

(Chuckles)

You're 2WE's general manager.

What sort of asset has Edwina
Langhorn been to your station?

Oh, she's a cracker.

Smart, hardworking, tough,
no airs and graces.

I mean, not too many women
can move from print into radio,

but she goes it toe to toe
with any of the boys.

And your revenue
from her drive time slot?

Increased by over 120%.

I read a report
in the Financial Review

that Ted Gorman,
your king of breakfast,

has hinted that he might be leaving
at the start of next year.

That must be of huge concern.

Oh well,
Ted's a once in a generation talent.

And would you think of Ms Langhorn
as a possible replacement?

Eddie's hat will be one of several
in the ring.

So I suppose anything
that heightened her profile

or improved her demographic

would be of enormous benefit
in securing that show?

Eddie's been bangin' on
about this Mary Drouin case

long before
Ted made his announcement,

if that's what you're insinuating.

Yes, but Ted Gorman announces
his departure on July the 1st,

and on July the 8th,
Ms Langhorn goes ballistic

and her photograph ends up
on the front page of every paper.

And you, as the 17-year operator

of one of Australia's
most profitable radio networks,

really see no correlation
between those events?

No, I don't.

Why didn't you tell me
about Ted Gorman leaving?

How could you not know? What rock
have you been living under?

The rock that doesn't listen
to your fuckin' radio station.

You are the worst kind of snob.

I don't appreciate
you humiliating my listeners.

And who would that be?

The boy in the stands.
You were a bit rough on him.

The boy who used a baseball bat
on somebody's head?!

Look, if he hasn't had the benefit
of a decent education,

if he is genuinely concerned about
the future direction of his country,

then I am proud
to speak on his behalf.

You of all people
should understand that, Cleave.

How many AVO applications
have you successfully defended?

Oh, don't start this shit.

No. Women living in fear of
being assaulted, raped and murdered,

but you represent those men.
Yeah, yeah.

Why? Why? Because somebody's got to.
That's what a defence lawyer does.

We're both just advocates for hire.

We're two sides of the same coin.

Don't you think it's about time
you grew up and worked that out?

You're killing me.

(Cries)

(Whimpers)

(Mobile rings)

Red!

(Mobile rings faintly)

Red.

What are you doing?

Is Venus to the left or right
of the Southern Cross? Do you know?

Red, come on.

Red, come on, sweetheart.
We've gotta go.

See, Barney knows.

You know, on a clear night,

he takes the kids out

and he talks to them
about the stars.

(Sighs)

I don't know. I think it,
it's one of those low ones.

Barn.

Scarlet was attacked last night.

What? Is she alright?
Yeah, yeah, she's fine.

Just a bunch of thugs who wanted
to scare the shit out of her.

Why, what'd they want?
Nothing, as far as she could tell.

Is this your client's work?

Eddie isn't like that.

Sympathy for the devil, is it?
Go do your job.

Here's what I think we should do.

No seconds. I have a lecture.

After the election,
and before I get sworn in,

I think we should go to Italy.

You're kidding.

The full deal.
Milan, Rome, Florence.

And then I think
we should end up in San Gimignano.

Where?

Where your parents
reaffirmed their vows.

Yes. Right.

I couldn't find that cathedral you
described, online. I'll keep trying.

I hope I haven't confused it
with the church I was confirmed in,

which is in France.

You know sometimes
you confuse and distort memories

from your childhood?
No.

Not really.

Anyway,
that's where I think we should go,

because, well, that's where I think
you and I should get married.

Sorry, mate. The Mary Drouin thing
is out of bounds.

You should know better than that.
My hands are tied.

Yeah, I understand.

I just thought that -

Leave it. Leave it, alright?

There's nothing I can do. You right?
Yeah.

Oh!

Sorry, mate.
What's the score?

Three apiece.

Three apiece?
Yeah.

Let's call it a draw, eh?
Eh?

Yeah, mate, neither of us
are going to get to nine.

I'm going to hit the showers.

Come on!
No.

Say hi to Scarlet if you see her,
will you?

Yeah, sure.
See ya, mate.

See ya. Hey, you forgot -

So, in your conversation
with the Attorney-General,

you were merely trying
to elicit answers

about the brutal rape
of Mary Drouin?

And the four other girls.
That's correct.

Did you,
through your choice of words,

intend to cause racial unrest
and/or a riot?

Absolutely not.

'People are forced
to arm themselves.'

'If I was a young man
with a sister or a mother,

I know what I'd be doing.'

What would you be doing?

Well, I meant
that I sympathise with their anger.

Our streets are not safe.

But surely you meant more than that.
You describe it as a war.

Well, the Sunday Sun
is currently running a war on fat.

I don't think they're advocating

that their readers run out
and machete people with cellulite.

Clearly,
I was speaking metaphorically.

You talked about right-minded people
arming themselves,

taking the law into their own hands,
picking up cudgels.

That doesn't sound metaphorical.

What other possible meaning could
your listeners interpret from this?

The need for action.
Not violent action.

As Al Gore says,
I raise an inconvenient truth.

An interesting example, because you
don't buy global warming, do you?

Well, only stupid people
don't buy into global warming,

but intelligent people
question its causes.

We could debate this all day
but I don't want bore the jury.

I mean, you feel it, don't you?
The tension, the fear in this city -

Ms Langhorn, please.
The Germans stood idly by -

How dare you appropriate the
Holocaust for your own personal -

Ms Engels.
Apologies, Your Honour.

Ah, Your Honour,
I request a brief recess.

Mr Greene?

Ah.

(Sighs)

Ask Eddie about a visit she got
from Mary Drouin's sister

a week before the riots.

Why?

You have 15 minutes.
Gotta give it back.

Ah, Sylvia is an agency nanny,
by the way.

She charges 32 bucks an hour.

Oh.

She seemed nice.

She is.

Home stretch.

Good, because I've booked a place
for Pretty Beach for the weekend.

How does you, me
and no Etta Greenberg sound?

Ms Engels?

Are you done with the defendant?

Ah, not quite, Your Honour.
One or two more.

Your friend, Mary Drouin, you know
her sister Tamsin also, don't you?

I met her once.

I understand that she came to visit
you a week before the broadcast.

How did you get on?

Oh, she seemed pleasant enough.

She must have seemed
a little more than pleasant.

I believe that you gave her $20,000,
did you not?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I see.

I gave her money to help Mary

with her various
psychological and medical needs.

Why did you give the money
to Tamsin and not Mary?

Well, Mary's in no fit state -

So, it wasn't to keep her quiet,
then?

Objection, Your Honour.

Apologies, Your Honour.

Ms Langhorn, what did Tamsin Drouin
tell you when she visited you?

Oh, she, ah,

she came to me with a wild story.

I didn't believe it.

What about her story
didn't you believe?

Five girls were raped
over four months in the same area -

Your Honour, I ask you to direct the
defendant to answer the question.

Ms Langhorn?

She was suggesting
that the rape had not happened

quite as Mary had described it.

I felt she was clearly -
What did she say?

That it had been a family member.

(Muttering)

And that the whole story
about the Muslim gang

had been invented by the family
to cover up the truth?

You meet Mary, you meet Tamsin.

You tell me
who you think's the more reliable.

So let's just be clear here,
shall we?

You chose to give $20,000

to the sister
whom you thought to be unreliable.

Ah, Your Honour, my client is
charged with inciting racial hatred.

This is a case
about the words she used.

Whether or not she paid money
to Mary Drouin,

Mary Drouin's sister,
her great aunt or her cat

is irrelevant
to these particular proceedings.

I would ask that the exchange
between Ms Engels and Ms Langhorn

pertaining to this money
be deemed irrelevant

and, respectfully, that you ask
the jury to disregard it.

Your Honour -
I quite agree, Mr Greene.

Members of the jury, you must not
take into account any testimony

as to any payments from Ms Langhorn
to Ms Tamsin Drouin.

Well, I guess on the upside,
I got you off.

Yep, I suppose you did.

It was never really about that
though, was it?

It was a publicity drive.

No.

You made Mary Drouin
the poster girl for your cause

and then you discovered that
she wasn't raped by a Muslim gang

but her own dad.

So that
was another inconvenient truth.

One that could never see
the light of day.

Sometimes the cause is bigger
than the individual.

Four other girls were raped.
Somebody's got to be angry for them.

Well, my guess is you've set
the cause back a good long way.

I know in my heart
I did the right thing.

And I know in my heart,
I won't be coming to Pretty Beach.

Ooh, yes!

(Doorbell buzzes)

Steak? Don't tell me
you are actually cooking.

Start of the new me.

Thickly sliced, grass fed,
prime Angus Scotch with green beans.

Just the steak and beans?

All a growing boy needs.

No rehab?

Oh, they tried to make me go
to rehab but I said no, no.

Are you sure?

You'd be surprised at my willpower.
I would.

Mm.

There's a turd on your plate.

Mortimer Gross
unsalted peanut butter. Go on.

Mm.

That is so much more
than peanut butter.

Yeah.

Still, I question its proximity
to the steak.

Do you?

That is good peanut butter.

David and I are getting married.

(Radio plays)

It's five minutes past midnight

and you're with Edwina Langhorn
till the wee small hours,

bringing you the best
in easy listening and classic hits.

Can you turn
that wretched harpy off, son?

Be my pleasure, Dad.

(Closed captions by CSI)