Rake (2010–2018): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript
Get out. They're expecting you.
Cleaver, you're a lawyer.
You have a duty to justice.
What do you say?
What sort of fee are we talking?
We're all on edge with
this Thompson thing but...
Hey! I am in the frame here now.
Assorted supporting vessels,
one poor bastard in a balloon.
That'll be 1.2 million, thank you,
sir. Will that be cash or credit?
And will you be splitting
the bill with Mr Greene?
Oh, what the hell is that?!
1978.
"Merry Christmas to darling
Wendy, from Santa."
- Are you holding?
- Holding?
Um, how much are you doing?
What do you want?
How much jail time would
Edgar be prepared to spend?
Would he be comfortable with, say, 10?
- You know her?
- Uh, yep.
She used to be Stein.
Worked for us as a paralegal.
I was asked to deliver
10 kilograms of cocaine
to a certain address in Marrakesh.
It was very specific.
The cocaine was to be hidden in a vase.
Hmm. Is the person who made
that request in this courtroom?
He is.
Would you please point out this
person to His Honour and the jury?
Let the jury note she has
indicated Edgar Thompson.
No, I haven't.
It was Cleaver Greene.
Oh, dear, dear poppet.
He called me and said he and
his wife were in Marrakesh
and wanted to make a big
score while they were...
- Uh, Your Honour...
- Sit down.
Your Honour, one is
both bemused and dismayed
by these grave and
uncorroborated allegations.
Especially allegations against
one's own most learned co-counsel.
May I respectfully submit
that Your Honour must consider
the delicacy of this situation,
as the reputation of a highly
experienced member of this bar
is in danger of being sullied.
Mr Greene's reputation is
in danger? Oh, woe is me.
Mr Greene.
Uh, well, um,
Your Honour is no doubt aware
of the extremely serious
if utterly spurious conflict
of interest that this causes me.
I am.
The integrity of this entire
trial is at stake, Your Honour,
and thus it behooves me at this juncture
to undertake the most drastic action
that any member of a
bar can ever undertake.
I understand.
Thank you, Your Honour.
This is most unusual.
Given the circumstances, you intend
to stay at the bar table, do you?
Ah, indeed I do, Your Honour.
There are no objections, Ms Huntley-Brown?
No objections, Your Honour.
Mr Crown?
No, Your Honour. Happy to proceed.
Well, let's get on with it, then.
There is someone in this court
who may be able to
provide some assistance.
Cleaver came home one night
and told me that Ed...
.. that Mr Thompson had
given us a trip to Morocco.
- And you didn't ask any questions?
- Why would I?
You had unwavering trust
in your then-husband?
Yes.
May I remind you you are under oath.
I understand.
What was the reason for the
breakdown of your marriage?
There was no single reason.
As I suspected. He cheated on you!
Didn't he? He cheated! He
lied to you, repeatedly.
So let me ask you this
-- did you trust him?
We loved each other.
We loved each other too.
Members of the public
will listen in silence.
Yeah, everybody loves Cleaver.
Have you seen that show? It's so funny.
Sheriff, please remove that
young lady from this court.
- Oh! What?
- You have to leave, ma'am.
Why? I pay my taxes. I
pay my fucking taxes!
Please come quietly.
Who do you think you are?
Cleaver, what are they doing?
Yes, you just go with the nice man.
- Really?
- Really.
(OK. I'll see you later then, OK?)
Proceed, Mr Crown.
I shall repeat the question.
Did you trust your
ex-husband -- yes or no?
Sometimes.
Meaning, he was not and is
not entirely trustworthy.
Oh, well, maybe not, but that
doesn't make him a drug dealer.
A drug user, may...
He is not a drug dealer.
Your Honour, I must object in
the strongest possible terms.
To what?
Mr Crown is badgering the witness.
No, he is not.
No, Your Honour.
However, I was married to
this witness, Your Honour.
We have a child together.
She is therefore inherently
prejudiced against me.
I submit that her testimony
be stricken from the record
and that the jury be instructed
that she is in fact the
untrustworthy one and not me.
All I ever gave her was love.
Yes, well, that is utter rot,
Mr Greene. Proceed, Mr Crown.
Now, um, returning to, um, er,
Morocco and the vase in question.
Do you recall its delivery?
No, I was out shopping at the time.
When I got back to the hotel,
Cleaver told me that Lydia had come past.
He said the vase was a present from Ed...
.. from Mr Thompson to his
mother for her birthday.
He had agreed to take it back to Sydney.
Yes, but to be clear, you were
not present for this conversation.
- No. As I said, I was out shopping.
- So you...
You have no way of knowing for
certain what actually happened
or what was discussed between
your then-husband and Ms Gleeson.
You are asking this court
to rely on the word of a man
you have found to be
consistently untrustworthy.
Nothing further, Your Honour.
Hunter, what in the name of
Hieronymus Bosch is going on here?
I have no recollection of giving Mr Greene
an all-expenses-paid holiday
anywhere, let alone Morocco.
I do recall giving him a few hundred
bucks as a sort of Christmas bonus.
And what was your recollection
of the vase in question?
I have none. I never saw it.
I have no further questions, Your
Honour. Thank you, Mr Thompson.
Your Honour...
.. I believe there are some questions
which need to be put
to my friend Mr Greene.
Although I acknowledge
professional privilege must apply.
I'd like to see Mr Crown and Miss
Huntley-Brown in my chambers, please.
All rise.
- Are you there, fuck for brains?
- Yeah, Cal.
- Referendum first, really?
- Yep.
That's bullshit!
It's so fuckin' legal and constitutional.
No-one gives a rat's arse.
Now, what's happening over
at the Thompson debacle?
I'll patch you through to Meg.
Hello, Meggy, you little horn bag.
What's the legal position?
Oh, I don't know, Cally, nobody does.
Suddenly it's all gone seriously tits
and Cleaver Greene is
squarely in the frame.
Cleaver Greene's in the
frame? How's that possible?
- Well, the evidence...
- Shut up, Meggy. Rhetorical.
Oh, Cal, one more thing.
Melissa Partridge just left the building
and she looks a bit shaken and stirred.
The judge had to kick her out.
- Are you kidding me?
- No.
Cleaver used to be one of her clients.
What do you want me to do?
What do you think I want
you to do, Woodstein?
- Woodstein?
- Oh, fuck.
Just get into the studio chop
chop. Didn't you get the memo?
It's totally tabloid
week here at Cal-Jazeera.
Offer her, oh, five grand.
Mmm.
Come!
OK, you two, what the hell's going on?
Darling,
I have no idea what you're referring to.
- Are you alright?
- I'm fine!
You look a bit frazzled.
Viv gone back to Paul?
She's a flighty little poppet, isn't she?
The Bentley didn't do the trick, then...
Hunter! Don't speak about Viv.
Norton, you just had a witness in the box
who clearly wanted to give evidence
that would help you secure a conviction.
Yet you ran right over the top of her
and created doubts about her credibility.
Now, we all know we can't
trust Cleaver's credibility,
but his wife's?
You're the fucking DPP, for Christ's sake!
- You sounded like defence counsel.
- Malcolm!
Malcolm, I was simply
trying, as you requested,
to get to the bottom of this vase matter.
I think you're trying to
put Cleaver in the shit.
Now, I'm going to ask you
a very serious question.
Is Thompson paying you?
What if he were?
Right.
Well, in that case, I'd
like to know how much.
Darling!
I was wondering when
you were going to ask.
I hate these things.
There is no joy in these things, Cleaver.
No romance.
No allure.
No... Lauren Bacall.
Fuck! Wish I'd been around in the
'30s. Born out of my time, I was.
Weren't we all, Shirl?
Mind you, I reckon I would have
preferred the '20s, or 1919.
Immediate post-war, pre-Depression,
you know. Very cool time.
Martinis at four, white
tie and tails at six.
Everybody smoked.
So what's gonna happen, Shirl?
Haven't you worked it out, Cleave?
Well, I think I'm for the chop, aren't I?
Indeed you are, my little lamb. Only way.
Ahh.
So the fix is in.
Oh, it's in alright, my love.
Viv has gone back to Paul
and she's taken her new Bentley with her.
So His Honour is needing a
fifth wife and some quick cash.
OK.
But if the fix is in, why
can't it be in for me too?
Are you dense? You can't
have a two-way fix, Cleaver.
Somebody has to go down. Jesus!
Shirl, my love, why don't you pop
outside and have a little puff?
Sorry, Hunter.
Oh, please!
Don't look so innocent
and wounded, Cleaver.
It makes me want to puke, it really does.
I mean, you were there
with me for three years.
You saw things, you heard things,
and what did you do back then?
Fucking nothing.
You turned a blind eye
because you wanted to get on.
You wanted the fast life.
You wanted to be me.
Oh, yes, I was a moron, alright?
I was your god.
You wore what I wore, you
ate what I ate, where I ate,
and you were more than
happy to take my drugs.
I used to hear you on
the phone to clients.
You copied my tone. You
used my expressions.
I created you.
But as legend tragically instructs
us, you turned into a monster.
OK, God, or Dad,
or whatever the fuck your
dementia makes you think you are,
I'm this close to not
caring what happens next.
OK? I don't...
- If I died right now...
- Cleaver.
Cleaver, you will die at a
precise moment of my choosing.
Do you understand?
In fact, I've already seen your death.
It's going to take a very long time
and it will be extremely painful.
- Hello, everyone.
- Not a good time, Doc.
No, Cleaver, I think this is a good time.
- Hello, Ed.
- How lovely to see you, Wendy.
Mmm.
Anyway, I have something
that I think that you guys
might be interested in.
What is it?
Photocopies of cards that Ed sent us.
See, socially, you really are a
very thoughtful and civil man, Ed.
Birthdays, anniversaries.
I have one in here that you sent
me when my Dad lost his thumb.
You kept all of them?
Oh, she keeps everything.
She's got boxes of this shit.
Yeah.
I've kept every card that
I've received since I was 11.
Including this one.
It's a card that you sent me
when I sent you a thank
you letter for Morocco.
"Dearest Wendy, I am so glad
you had a ball in Morocco.
"Your excessive gratitude embarrasses me.
"Cleaver is the best
associate I've ever had,
"and has earned such a
reward, as have you.
"I'm already plotting where to
send you both next Christmas,"
in brackets, "unless you'd
rather just go with me.
"With oodles of love, Ed.
"PS -- thanks for lugging
back the vase. Mum loves it."
Oh, and there are five kisses.
Why wasn't this produced in court?
Well, this way we get to do a deal.
Obviously the originals
are extremely secure
and will only be used in the event
that Cleaver is charged with
anything in connection with you, Ed.
Or if either of us, or our loved ones,
should meet with any nasty accidents.
You see? Hoist on the petard
of your own social nicety.
This is why I never send
thank you cards, folks.
Well, Hunter, old girl, let's
get the champers on ice, huh?
We're going to party like it's 1919!
Ah, Melissa.
Lovely to meet you.
Thanks for coming at such short notice.
Please, take a seat.
Um, when do I get the money?
Oh, as soon as we're done.
Cash, right?
Yes.
There's some water there
if you're, uh, thirsty.
Great.
Rightio.
Once I checked my diary, I realised
that what I had delivered to Mr...
.. you, Mr Greene, was not a vase at all.
That was for someone else,
uh, whose name was coincidentally Green,
but without the 'e' at the end.
What I had delivered to
Mr Greene with the 'e'
was a very small amount of
hashish, which was legal,
and for purely personal use,
which he certainly did not
import into this country.
I apologise to the court for any
confusion that I may have caused.
But, Ms Gleeson, who directed you
to deliver the vase to
Mr Green without the 'e'?
No-one directed me, Mr Crown.
I met Mr Green without the
'e' at a party in Marrakesh.
He said he bred horses in England,
and that's all I can
recall, unfortunately.
But there is a vase, with
an 'e', is there not?
I've got a photo of it here in my bundle.
Indeed, Your Honour.
However, there's considerable evidence
that the vase you're looking at there
may not even be the vase in question.
I have here an affidavit from
Assistant Commissioner Ruth Rogers
who was on the team investigating
this matter at the time.
She states that the chain
of evidence in this matter
was probably broken,
and that a corrupt but
now deceased policeman
is most likely to have
been the person responsible
for the importation of
the cocaine in the vase,
or any vase, or the vas-es,
relating to Mr Thompson.
I concur.
Does that clarify things
for you, Your Honour?
Well, that makes perfect
sense, Ms Huntley-Brown.
So, Melissa Partridge, welcome.
Now, you were there today
when sensational allegations
were made against your dear
friend, Cleaver Greene.
What can you tell us about them?
About what?
You know, the allegations
about the cocaine.
There's cocaine?
The cocaine in the vase.
You know, from Morocco.
Cleaver has a vase of cocaine?
Where?
Cal, mate, we're stopping the tape.
Meg needs to speak to you.
- What is it, Meggy?
- Total tits, Cal.
Greene's been exonerated
and Thompson's been
acquitted on all charges.
All charges? You're fuckin' kidding me!
Every one.
Oh, fuck, Hunter's good.
So, uh, where is this coke?
'Cause if you have some, I
could really use a line.
Uh, hands up anyone on this crew
who is not currently holding.
Mr Thompson! What's it like
being a free man at last?
< Thank you. Thank you.
I would just like to
make a statement for now.
I'd like to start by saying what
a great day this is for justice,
my friends.
I've been looking forward
to clearing my name
for nearly 20 years now.
I've been hounded by the police,
I've had wild accusations
thrown at me by the press.
I've been defamed and vilified
by politicians of every stripe.
And yet I stand before
you today a free man.
And that is because the
justice system in this country
works better than anywhere in the world.
Mr Thompson!
What are you going to do first?
- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Will you seek damages?
I need to go and give the
good news of my freedom
to my sick old mum in hospital.
- Mr Thompson!
- No, no...
Mr Thompson, if you could change...
Mr Norton, is the New South Wales
justice system completely dead?
No comment.
He sounds very stern.
Mr Norton, please!
You know, we really do make
a dynamic duo, don't we?
What do you mean, "dynamic duo"?
You wanted me to throw the
cards out, do you remember?
Yes, that's what I'm talking about.
I wanted to throw them out,
you said, "No, fuck you,"
and then together we reach a
mutually satisfying conclusion.
This is arbitration at a very high level.
Mmm.
Why don't you and me go
away for the long weekend
and celebrate your new-found
talent for blackmail?
No!
Why not?
It's my..... birthday.
Birthday.
- Did you remember?
- Mmm, yes.
- Well...
- I remember birthdays.
- This'll be your...
- Ahh!
Let's not say anything we can't take back.
Since when do you want to
celebrate your birthday?
Well, I have a pretty, um,
idiosyncratic definition
of the word 'celebrate' and
what that may or may not entail.
Oh, God, I'm not going away
with you for the weekend.
- Well, what about dinner tonight?
- No, I can't tonight.
- Why not?
- Just can't. I can't.
Well, what are you doing? What's
going... What's so important?
I've got dinner with Fuzz.
Every Thursday. It's our thing.
Every Thursday? Since when?
Why aren't I invited to these
dinners with Fuzz every...
- I want to come with every Thursday...
- Because it is our time.
You can have dinner with him any night.
Well, I like Thursdays. I
want to come... Thursdays.
And tonight. Where are
you going? Can I come?
(Birthday! Birthday!)
- Alright, you can come...
- Good.
.. little boy.
There you go.
But he is moving back in.
With us? Cool!
So I said to him -- I mean,
this is on air, mind you --
"You may call yourself the
Leader of the Opposition,
"but that's only because
every idea you lead
"is opposed to decency
and proper governance!"
After you, milady.
I mean, Davey's a
nice-enough prick, I guess.
Don't know what you saw in him, though.
Jeez, he'll never make premier.
He just does not have the nads.
He never had the nads. Shit.
Really?
What?
Wow.
So, do you know where
we can get some more?
Yeah, Jizz Monkey.
I need you to make me a call.
No, I'm gonna need a
little bit more this time.
You are Cal McGregor!
Hey.
Hey. Where are you?
I'm just about to go into a meeting.
Gav's talking about another book.
Another book? What would
that one be about?
My treatise on democracy
and why it doesn't work.
And why you should be
our benevolent dictator?
Oh, there's a bestseller right there.
Hey, we need to talk, you know.
Yeah.
Why didn't anyone tell me?
They're just waving me into the meeting.
I'll give you a call back in a bit, eh?
-
Cleaver, you're a lawyer.
You have a duty to justice.
What do you say?
What sort of fee are we talking?
We're all on edge with
this Thompson thing but...
Hey! I am in the frame here now.
Assorted supporting vessels,
one poor bastard in a balloon.
That'll be 1.2 million, thank you,
sir. Will that be cash or credit?
And will you be splitting
the bill with Mr Greene?
Oh, what the hell is that?!
1978.
"Merry Christmas to darling
Wendy, from Santa."
- Are you holding?
- Holding?
Um, how much are you doing?
What do you want?
How much jail time would
Edgar be prepared to spend?
Would he be comfortable with, say, 10?
- You know her?
- Uh, yep.
She used to be Stein.
Worked for us as a paralegal.
I was asked to deliver
10 kilograms of cocaine
to a certain address in Marrakesh.
It was very specific.
The cocaine was to be hidden in a vase.
Hmm. Is the person who made
that request in this courtroom?
He is.
Would you please point out this
person to His Honour and the jury?
Let the jury note she has
indicated Edgar Thompson.
No, I haven't.
It was Cleaver Greene.
Oh, dear, dear poppet.
He called me and said he and
his wife were in Marrakesh
and wanted to make a big
score while they were...
- Uh, Your Honour...
- Sit down.
Your Honour, one is
both bemused and dismayed
by these grave and
uncorroborated allegations.
Especially allegations against
one's own most learned co-counsel.
May I respectfully submit
that Your Honour must consider
the delicacy of this situation,
as the reputation of a highly
experienced member of this bar
is in danger of being sullied.
Mr Greene's reputation is
in danger? Oh, woe is me.
Mr Greene.
Uh, well, um,
Your Honour is no doubt aware
of the extremely serious
if utterly spurious conflict
of interest that this causes me.
I am.
The integrity of this entire
trial is at stake, Your Honour,
and thus it behooves me at this juncture
to undertake the most drastic action
that any member of a
bar can ever undertake.
I understand.
Thank you, Your Honour.
This is most unusual.
Given the circumstances, you intend
to stay at the bar table, do you?
Ah, indeed I do, Your Honour.
There are no objections, Ms Huntley-Brown?
No objections, Your Honour.
Mr Crown?
No, Your Honour. Happy to proceed.
Well, let's get on with it, then.
There is someone in this court
who may be able to
provide some assistance.
Cleaver came home one night
and told me that Ed...
.. that Mr Thompson had
given us a trip to Morocco.
- And you didn't ask any questions?
- Why would I?
You had unwavering trust
in your then-husband?
Yes.
May I remind you you are under oath.
I understand.
What was the reason for the
breakdown of your marriage?
There was no single reason.
As I suspected. He cheated on you!
Didn't he? He cheated! He
lied to you, repeatedly.
So let me ask you this
-- did you trust him?
We loved each other.
We loved each other too.
Members of the public
will listen in silence.
Yeah, everybody loves Cleaver.
Have you seen that show? It's so funny.
Sheriff, please remove that
young lady from this court.
- Oh! What?
- You have to leave, ma'am.
Why? I pay my taxes. I
pay my fucking taxes!
Please come quietly.
Who do you think you are?
Cleaver, what are they doing?
Yes, you just go with the nice man.
- Really?
- Really.
(OK. I'll see you later then, OK?)
Proceed, Mr Crown.
I shall repeat the question.
Did you trust your
ex-husband -- yes or no?
Sometimes.
Meaning, he was not and is
not entirely trustworthy.
Oh, well, maybe not, but that
doesn't make him a drug dealer.
A drug user, may...
He is not a drug dealer.
Your Honour, I must object in
the strongest possible terms.
To what?
Mr Crown is badgering the witness.
No, he is not.
No, Your Honour.
However, I was married to
this witness, Your Honour.
We have a child together.
She is therefore inherently
prejudiced against me.
I submit that her testimony
be stricken from the record
and that the jury be instructed
that she is in fact the
untrustworthy one and not me.
All I ever gave her was love.
Yes, well, that is utter rot,
Mr Greene. Proceed, Mr Crown.
Now, um, returning to, um, er,
Morocco and the vase in question.
Do you recall its delivery?
No, I was out shopping at the time.
When I got back to the hotel,
Cleaver told me that Lydia had come past.
He said the vase was a present from Ed...
.. from Mr Thompson to his
mother for her birthday.
He had agreed to take it back to Sydney.
Yes, but to be clear, you were
not present for this conversation.
- No. As I said, I was out shopping.
- So you...
You have no way of knowing for
certain what actually happened
or what was discussed between
your then-husband and Ms Gleeson.
You are asking this court
to rely on the word of a man
you have found to be
consistently untrustworthy.
Nothing further, Your Honour.
Hunter, what in the name of
Hieronymus Bosch is going on here?
I have no recollection of giving Mr Greene
an all-expenses-paid holiday
anywhere, let alone Morocco.
I do recall giving him a few hundred
bucks as a sort of Christmas bonus.
And what was your recollection
of the vase in question?
I have none. I never saw it.
I have no further questions, Your
Honour. Thank you, Mr Thompson.
Your Honour...
.. I believe there are some questions
which need to be put
to my friend Mr Greene.
Although I acknowledge
professional privilege must apply.
I'd like to see Mr Crown and Miss
Huntley-Brown in my chambers, please.
All rise.
- Are you there, fuck for brains?
- Yeah, Cal.
- Referendum first, really?
- Yep.
That's bullshit!
It's so fuckin' legal and constitutional.
No-one gives a rat's arse.
Now, what's happening over
at the Thompson debacle?
I'll patch you through to Meg.
Hello, Meggy, you little horn bag.
What's the legal position?
Oh, I don't know, Cally, nobody does.
Suddenly it's all gone seriously tits
and Cleaver Greene is
squarely in the frame.
Cleaver Greene's in the
frame? How's that possible?
- Well, the evidence...
- Shut up, Meggy. Rhetorical.
Oh, Cal, one more thing.
Melissa Partridge just left the building
and she looks a bit shaken and stirred.
The judge had to kick her out.
- Are you kidding me?
- No.
Cleaver used to be one of her clients.
What do you want me to do?
What do you think I want
you to do, Woodstein?
- Woodstein?
- Oh, fuck.
Just get into the studio chop
chop. Didn't you get the memo?
It's totally tabloid
week here at Cal-Jazeera.
Offer her, oh, five grand.
Mmm.
Come!
OK, you two, what the hell's going on?
Darling,
I have no idea what you're referring to.
- Are you alright?
- I'm fine!
You look a bit frazzled.
Viv gone back to Paul?
She's a flighty little poppet, isn't she?
The Bentley didn't do the trick, then...
Hunter! Don't speak about Viv.
Norton, you just had a witness in the box
who clearly wanted to give evidence
that would help you secure a conviction.
Yet you ran right over the top of her
and created doubts about her credibility.
Now, we all know we can't
trust Cleaver's credibility,
but his wife's?
You're the fucking DPP, for Christ's sake!
- You sounded like defence counsel.
- Malcolm!
Malcolm, I was simply
trying, as you requested,
to get to the bottom of this vase matter.
I think you're trying to
put Cleaver in the shit.
Now, I'm going to ask you
a very serious question.
Is Thompson paying you?
What if he were?
Right.
Well, in that case, I'd
like to know how much.
Darling!
I was wondering when
you were going to ask.
I hate these things.
There is no joy in these things, Cleaver.
No romance.
No allure.
No... Lauren Bacall.
Fuck! Wish I'd been around in the
'30s. Born out of my time, I was.
Weren't we all, Shirl?
Mind you, I reckon I would have
preferred the '20s, or 1919.
Immediate post-war, pre-Depression,
you know. Very cool time.
Martinis at four, white
tie and tails at six.
Everybody smoked.
So what's gonna happen, Shirl?
Haven't you worked it out, Cleave?
Well, I think I'm for the chop, aren't I?
Indeed you are, my little lamb. Only way.
Ahh.
So the fix is in.
Oh, it's in alright, my love.
Viv has gone back to Paul
and she's taken her new Bentley with her.
So His Honour is needing a
fifth wife and some quick cash.
OK.
But if the fix is in, why
can't it be in for me too?
Are you dense? You can't
have a two-way fix, Cleaver.
Somebody has to go down. Jesus!
Shirl, my love, why don't you pop
outside and have a little puff?
Sorry, Hunter.
Oh, please!
Don't look so innocent
and wounded, Cleaver.
It makes me want to puke, it really does.
I mean, you were there
with me for three years.
You saw things, you heard things,
and what did you do back then?
Fucking nothing.
You turned a blind eye
because you wanted to get on.
You wanted the fast life.
You wanted to be me.
Oh, yes, I was a moron, alright?
I was your god.
You wore what I wore, you
ate what I ate, where I ate,
and you were more than
happy to take my drugs.
I used to hear you on
the phone to clients.
You copied my tone. You
used my expressions.
I created you.
But as legend tragically instructs
us, you turned into a monster.
OK, God, or Dad,
or whatever the fuck your
dementia makes you think you are,
I'm this close to not
caring what happens next.
OK? I don't...
- If I died right now...
- Cleaver.
Cleaver, you will die at a
precise moment of my choosing.
Do you understand?
In fact, I've already seen your death.
It's going to take a very long time
and it will be extremely painful.
- Hello, everyone.
- Not a good time, Doc.
No, Cleaver, I think this is a good time.
- Hello, Ed.
- How lovely to see you, Wendy.
Mmm.
Anyway, I have something
that I think that you guys
might be interested in.
What is it?
Photocopies of cards that Ed sent us.
See, socially, you really are a
very thoughtful and civil man, Ed.
Birthdays, anniversaries.
I have one in here that you sent
me when my Dad lost his thumb.
You kept all of them?
Oh, she keeps everything.
She's got boxes of this shit.
Yeah.
I've kept every card that
I've received since I was 11.
Including this one.
It's a card that you sent me
when I sent you a thank
you letter for Morocco.
"Dearest Wendy, I am so glad
you had a ball in Morocco.
"Your excessive gratitude embarrasses me.
"Cleaver is the best
associate I've ever had,
"and has earned such a
reward, as have you.
"I'm already plotting where to
send you both next Christmas,"
in brackets, "unless you'd
rather just go with me.
"With oodles of love, Ed.
"PS -- thanks for lugging
back the vase. Mum loves it."
Oh, and there are five kisses.
Why wasn't this produced in court?
Well, this way we get to do a deal.
Obviously the originals
are extremely secure
and will only be used in the event
that Cleaver is charged with
anything in connection with you, Ed.
Or if either of us, or our loved ones,
should meet with any nasty accidents.
You see? Hoist on the petard
of your own social nicety.
This is why I never send
thank you cards, folks.
Well, Hunter, old girl, let's
get the champers on ice, huh?
We're going to party like it's 1919!
Ah, Melissa.
Lovely to meet you.
Thanks for coming at such short notice.
Please, take a seat.
Um, when do I get the money?
Oh, as soon as we're done.
Cash, right?
Yes.
There's some water there
if you're, uh, thirsty.
Great.
Rightio.
Once I checked my diary, I realised
that what I had delivered to Mr...
.. you, Mr Greene, was not a vase at all.
That was for someone else,
uh, whose name was coincidentally Green,
but without the 'e' at the end.
What I had delivered to
Mr Greene with the 'e'
was a very small amount of
hashish, which was legal,
and for purely personal use,
which he certainly did not
import into this country.
I apologise to the court for any
confusion that I may have caused.
But, Ms Gleeson, who directed you
to deliver the vase to
Mr Green without the 'e'?
No-one directed me, Mr Crown.
I met Mr Green without the
'e' at a party in Marrakesh.
He said he bred horses in England,
and that's all I can
recall, unfortunately.
But there is a vase, with
an 'e', is there not?
I've got a photo of it here in my bundle.
Indeed, Your Honour.
However, there's considerable evidence
that the vase you're looking at there
may not even be the vase in question.
I have here an affidavit from
Assistant Commissioner Ruth Rogers
who was on the team investigating
this matter at the time.
She states that the chain
of evidence in this matter
was probably broken,
and that a corrupt but
now deceased policeman
is most likely to have
been the person responsible
for the importation of
the cocaine in the vase,
or any vase, or the vas-es,
relating to Mr Thompson.
I concur.
Does that clarify things
for you, Your Honour?
Well, that makes perfect
sense, Ms Huntley-Brown.
So, Melissa Partridge, welcome.
Now, you were there today
when sensational allegations
were made against your dear
friend, Cleaver Greene.
What can you tell us about them?
About what?
You know, the allegations
about the cocaine.
There's cocaine?
The cocaine in the vase.
You know, from Morocco.
Cleaver has a vase of cocaine?
Where?
Cal, mate, we're stopping the tape.
Meg needs to speak to you.
- What is it, Meggy?
- Total tits, Cal.
Greene's been exonerated
and Thompson's been
acquitted on all charges.
All charges? You're fuckin' kidding me!
Every one.
Oh, fuck, Hunter's good.
So, uh, where is this coke?
'Cause if you have some, I
could really use a line.
Uh, hands up anyone on this crew
who is not currently holding.
Mr Thompson! What's it like
being a free man at last?
< Thank you. Thank you.
I would just like to
make a statement for now.
I'd like to start by saying what
a great day this is for justice,
my friends.
I've been looking forward
to clearing my name
for nearly 20 years now.
I've been hounded by the police,
I've had wild accusations
thrown at me by the press.
I've been defamed and vilified
by politicians of every stripe.
And yet I stand before
you today a free man.
And that is because the
justice system in this country
works better than anywhere in the world.
Mr Thompson!
What are you going to do first?
- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- Will you seek damages?
I need to go and give the
good news of my freedom
to my sick old mum in hospital.
- Mr Thompson!
- No, no...
Mr Thompson, if you could change...
Mr Norton, is the New South Wales
justice system completely dead?
No comment.
He sounds very stern.
Mr Norton, please!
You know, we really do make
a dynamic duo, don't we?
What do you mean, "dynamic duo"?
You wanted me to throw the
cards out, do you remember?
Yes, that's what I'm talking about.
I wanted to throw them out,
you said, "No, fuck you,"
and then together we reach a
mutually satisfying conclusion.
This is arbitration at a very high level.
Mmm.
Why don't you and me go
away for the long weekend
and celebrate your new-found
talent for blackmail?
No!
Why not?
It's my..... birthday.
Birthday.
- Did you remember?
- Mmm, yes.
- Well...
- I remember birthdays.
- This'll be your...
- Ahh!
Let's not say anything we can't take back.
Since when do you want to
celebrate your birthday?
Well, I have a pretty, um,
idiosyncratic definition
of the word 'celebrate' and
what that may or may not entail.
Oh, God, I'm not going away
with you for the weekend.
- Well, what about dinner tonight?
- No, I can't tonight.
- Why not?
- Just can't. I can't.
Well, what are you doing? What's
going... What's so important?
I've got dinner with Fuzz.
Every Thursday. It's our thing.
Every Thursday? Since when?
Why aren't I invited to these
dinners with Fuzz every...
- I want to come with every Thursday...
- Because it is our time.
You can have dinner with him any night.
Well, I like Thursdays. I
want to come... Thursdays.
And tonight. Where are
you going? Can I come?
(Birthday! Birthday!)
- Alright, you can come...
- Good.
.. little boy.
There you go.
But he is moving back in.
With us? Cool!
So I said to him -- I mean,
this is on air, mind you --
"You may call yourself the
Leader of the Opposition,
"but that's only because
every idea you lead
"is opposed to decency
and proper governance!"
After you, milady.
I mean, Davey's a
nice-enough prick, I guess.
Don't know what you saw in him, though.
Jeez, he'll never make premier.
He just does not have the nads.
He never had the nads. Shit.
Really?
What?
Wow.
So, do you know where
we can get some more?
Yeah, Jizz Monkey.
I need you to make me a call.
No, I'm gonna need a
little bit more this time.
You are Cal McGregor!
Hey.
Hey. Where are you?
I'm just about to go into a meeting.
Gav's talking about another book.
Another book? What would
that one be about?
My treatise on democracy
and why it doesn't work.
And why you should be
our benevolent dictator?
Oh, there's a bestseller right there.
Hey, we need to talk, you know.
Yeah.
Why didn't anyone tell me?
They're just waving me into the meeting.
I'll give you a call back in a bit, eh?
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