Striking Out (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Solicitor Tara Rafferty has to deal with a case where a will is disputed and her ex-fiance Eric wants her to give him another chance.

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Here's to you, big man.

To Patrick.

-To Patrick. -To Patrick.

WOMAN: Hey.

-Eve. -Thanks for coming.

I'm so sorry.

-Hey, Tara. Thanks for coming. -Hey, Ada.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, look, I'm sorry to hear your wedding's on hold.

I bet your mum's delighted.



Irene.

I saw you in the style section and said, "Airbrushed.

There is no way someone can run Ireland's premier..."

Premier.

"...art dealership while raising a child all on their own

and still look so young."

What's your secret?

Tara, have you asked her her secret?

No.

Don't get married.

Some turnup.

The one benefit of being stuck in a bed for three years.

You get to plan your own funeral.

It's time.



Dad insisted on the will being read at the wake.

Micromanaging from beyond the grave.

Help yourself to some food.

TARA: Thanks, Ada.

-Some white wine? -Oh. Thank you.

Thank you.

Would you like some white wine?

Right.

What?

What?

No chance for a cease-fire

while we put Patrick into the ground?

I don't know what you mean, Da. We're fine.

We're not even thinking about Eric.

-Mum. -What?

We're enjoying ourselves, aren't we?

Although there is one thing more enjoyable than an Irish wake.

An Irish wedding.

This place has seen better days.

Yes.

Well, now that the girls have it,

with Ada's money and Eve's heart --

A family home like this, it takes work.

-Sacrifices. -Okay.

I'm gonna leave you both to mourn the loss of your friend

of 30-odd years.

Tara?

I thought about not coming.

You should go inside, say your hellos.

I'm okay here.

EVE: What?! Did you know about this?!

ADA: Of course not! How could I have known?

EVE: But I took care of him.

ADA: Yeah, but he's the one who...

I'm sole beneficiary. I got everything.

Eve.

I can't believe he did this.

You'll have the firm behind you if this is challenged.

♪ Is this what love looks like? ♪

♪ It is breaking down ♪

♪ Turns on itself ♪

♪ Melts the flesh from the bone ♪

♪ Oceans empty ♪

♪ Drop by drop by drop ♪

♪ No shock and awe ♪

♪ Slow and steady she goes ♪

♪ No Jesus, no wrecking ball ♪

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You're freaking me out.

Oh.

Me? Why?

I've heard your phone-call eviscerations through the wall.

You speak your mind,

so when you have something to say and you can't say it,

it makes me think it's something huge.

Well, there is something.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Once Ray is finished with his court case, I'm gonna move on.

Why?

Well, he'll have seen out his employment, and honestly...

I don't really know what I'm doing here.

You're running a business.

Oh, for it to be a business,

I need to have clients coming through a front door.

And for that to happen, I need to have a front door.

You have a front door.

I have a side door.

Semantics.

Sure. It's here if you need it.

There's a two-up-two-down in Stoneybatter,

a penthouse on the quays,

and a canal boat on Grand Canal.

I'll keep looking.

-Thanks, Ray. -Yeah.

Eve?

-Hi. -Hey.

I got this this morning.

It's Ada.

She wants us out of the house right away.

What?

She sought an injunction?

The hearing's next week.

I-I don't understand.

I thought these things took months, years.

Well, yeah. I mean, normally they do.

But she's -- she's approached the court independently.

That only happens in exceptional circumstances.

What's happened between you two?

I honestly don't know. This all came out of the blue.

Well, it says here that Ada was made aware

of attempts to sell items from the house.

That's not true.

And she believes you're planning on making

structural changes to the house.

That's only kind of half true.

I don't know if you want me in the middle of all of this.

I don't want a stranger in the middle of all this.

And Dad promised me the house.

Ada's with Dunbar's.

Yeah. Dad always used them.

I don't know any solicitors.

That house is all we have. Please.

I need your help.

Okay.

Right.

My first question is, define "only kind of half true."

For the last number of years, Sean and I have been working

towards opening this place up as a yoga retreat.

Alternative plant remedies, too.

Kinesiology, reflexology -- the lot.

But we're not gonna make any structural changes.

And was Ada involved in these plans for the house?

Why would she be?

When Dad got sick, we were living in Rathmines.

He promised us this place if we helped look after him,

so we did.

I split my time between looking after Dad

and homeschooling the kids.

Sean's constantly working on this place.

We don't have much in the way of money,

but we have a lovely home and a plan.

If she takes the house, we've got nothing.

Sean's mentioned quite a bit in Ada's affidavit.

She's just grasping at straws.

Do Sean and Ada not get on?

They get along fine.

Eve, what you said about your dad promising you the house --

Did anyone witness that?

There was a nurse.

I-I have her details here somewhere.

Long term, I think we can make an application

that your dad didn't make proper provision for you in his will.

And that'll get us the house?

No.

But we can argue that given your financial situation,

especially in relation to Ada's, that you should get half.

Half?

Eve, to be honest, I'm more worried about the injunction.

That's why it'd be really great to find that nurse.

If she testifies based on the promise made by your dad,

it would really help us.

-But... -What?

It just depends how aggressive you want to counter.

Ada wants my children out in the street.

Eve, I'm sure she doesn't.

It's just grief, you know?

It makes people do weird things.

But if there's even a hint of misrepresenting the truth...

Ada says she was informed by an auctioneer

about the sale of a number of items.

Which is a lie.

Okay. I'll get someone to look into that.

If we can prove she's lying, it'll sink her case.

Just box all of that stuff up. I'll get someone onto it.

Look at you with your people.

They have their work cut out for them next Friday.

-That's next Friday? -[ Knock on door ]

I'm so sorry. I really do feel awful.

It's fine.

I'm used to being a buck passed.

Foster kid, remember.

I'll still be instructing, okay?

And -- And -- And Vincent is the top of his game.

VINCENT: Jesus!

Hi.

Favor to ask.

Yeah.

Uh, close the door.

TARA: Bit of a scheduling clash.

Any chance you can take on Ray's hearing next week?

-Who's Ray? -I'm Ray.

My office manager.

Oh. The experiment in altruism not panning out?

Quelle surprise.

What a surprise.

Circuit court.

What was it you said?

"No small courts, only small barristers"?

Ooh.

I suppose the intellectually bantamweight nature of it

might prove a pleasing palate-cleanser.

Thank you, Vincent!

Black truffle jus.

-Oh. -Where's your jacks?

I'm not gonna rob anything.

Down the hall, second on the left.

Don't open any other doors.

Connard.

Where's Karen?

-I haven't seen her in ages. -Oh, you know Karen.

She's no doubt writing a piece on the Yezidis

while doing Pilates on a coffee table in Fallon and Byrne.

How is this all going?

It's 11:00 in the morning, and I'm making black truffle jus.

So what's more important than your man?

Ah.

Old family friend was written out of her father's will,

and now her sister is trying to evict her

from the family home that she was promised.

Oh, the usual. Who's on the other side?

I'll give you one guess.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

Oh, do you think it needs more time?

Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I see.

-Thank you, Vincent. -No problem.

It is a mess.

Pshh. You should see my taxes.

No. The whole situation.

I don't know what's going on with Ada.

It's not like she needs the cash.

Oh, just give her a call.

You braided each other's hair, right?

A bit of a gray area ethically.

Braiding hair is devious.

Right.

I'm gonna go see a man about some antiques,

see if Ada's story holds up.

If they're selling something, they're selling that.

What, the fireplace?

That's an 18th-century Palladian marble fireplace.

I put the date at 1749,

and by the looks of it, it's an Isaac Ware.

Pricy.

How do you know that?

There is a lot about me that you don't know.

Like, for instance?

What I drink.

-Eric. -Hey, Tara.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Why? What's up?

Can you come into the office?

Nothing like that.

You just need to do a general hand-over of cases with Gillian.

Okay.

I'll come in tomorrow.

I could just tell you what it says --

Chh, chh, chh.

Okay.

So you're guilty.

But...

-But what? -I don't know.

I just felt there was a "but" coming.

No. No "but"s.

The law is very clear here.

We do not pretend dead people are alive

and claim their disability benefits.

Yeah. I wasn't robbing some stranger's benefits.

You were robbing the state.

Ah. Just 'cause I'm not a bank.

Excellent defense. Yeah.

So if you just turn up at court wearing a Celtic jersey

and answer every question with the reply, "Water charges,"

I think we might have this in the bag.

No. We enter a guilty plea.

No. Never say we're guilty.

We say we're not guilty, and we fight it.

That's your job.

Isn't it?

MAN: Get -- Careful!

Hey, Mick, come on.

Do you know how much that's worth?

Careful. Now -- Hey. Swear to God.

Drop that and I'll drop you.

-You prick. -Hey! Sean!

Geoff!

-Hey. Hey. -You went straight to Ada.

I told you this needed to be kept quiet!

Buddy, now, you know I couldn't do that.

I had to find out if it was stolen.

She's a big deal in my world.

Well, buddy, deal's off.

Hey. Hey.

Come on!

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm looking for a fireplace.

Uh, well... [ Chuckles ]

Something kind of prestigious.

Prestig--

Well, the flashiest fireplace in Dublin just stormed out.

Mm.

TARA: Meg. What's the latest?

MEG: Latest is I just saw your client's husband

trying to sell that fireplace.

TARA: Right. Move on to the nurse.

MEG: Already on it.

Here and here.

Sorry to dump you with all of these.

No, it's no problem.

It's given me the opportunity to get Mr. Dunbar to notice me.

I think Richard well knows who you are, Gillian.

Mr. Dunbar calls me Gretchen.

I didn't think real people were actually called Gretchen.

We haven't actually had a chance to talk properly s--

Yeah. That's okay.

Just sign there.

I hear that Martha is representing Ada O'Melia.

I can't discuss a case.

Sorry.

Sorry. Just...old habits.

Are we okay, Gillian?

Of course.

You know that we can still be friends.

But you don't work here anymore.

Gillian, you don't have to --

All done. Good luck.

Oh. Thanks.

Bye, Tara.

Bye, Lucy.

Remember our first time in here?

The Johnson case?

We were so young.

Too young.

We didn't have a hope of doing anything else, did we?

Would you warn her if you could?

About the long hours?

About me.

You?

Don't get caught.

I'd tell him...

"Don't risk losing the best thing you'll ever have."

Tara.

Mum.

-Petal. -Joan.

I can't imagine what you're going through.

And not just with these idiot men.

Is Irene being, you know, all Irene about this?

Um, predictably Irene-esque.

This last week must have been hellish.

It's been okay.

My heart is broken.

But we'll be fine, won't we?

Get back on track and we'll find a new date for the wedding.

Oh, how beautiful it's going to be.

Mum, don't.

Your dress. Oh, my God. That dress.

This will all be just fine.

And in a-a couple of years, you'll be a partner here.

Don't, Mother.

It sounds like some life.

Just like that, it's gone.

Eric, do you even remember the Johnson case,

or are you just reciting lines written by your f--

Eric, I was just wondering if we needed to --

Ah. Hello, Tara.

Richard.

So?

All good? All settled?

Yeah. All settled.

We have reached a settlement.

Trust you to fix this in a boardroom.

What else would you know?

Your expenses for the wedding.

Food.

Marquee.

-Drink. -[ Paper rips ]

You can let everyone know you got a good deal.

Now listen, Tara. Just because you've left the firm --

No, Richard. I don't have to do that anymore.

-ERIC: Tara, wait. -TARA: That's enough, Eric.

-Easy. -Easy? That was an ambush.

An ambush? Come on, Tara.

I didn't -- It was...

Tara.

TARA: You know, the worst thing about it was she was treating me

like some sort of mental horse who had bolted for the sea.

What, like I wasn't looking forward to my own wedding?

Like somehow this wasn't what I wanted all along?

Why do they think they're all more upset about it than I am?

Like they all have the monopoly on the hurt

just because I said it wasn't happening.

And how could it happen now?

Wine. We need wine.

Oh, God.

Dee, I'm sorry I'm ranting.

Tara, no need to apologize.

If I was in your shoes,

ranting would be the least of my worries.

It would be a bit more stabby-stabby, bury body.

I'm starting to think you're the only one left.

When I talked to Gillian,

she was just really cold, you know?

Like she doesn't want anything to do with me

because me and Eric are over.

Oh, my God.

You don't think that he was banging her as well?

Of course not.

Don't wreck your own head thinking like that.

I've been going through everyone who was at my hen party,

and, bar my mum, all Dunbars.

I let him and their company become my life.

It's pathetic.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

[ Sighs ] Listen.

I mean, I'm sorry I haven't been there through all this.

Look, if you're worried about finding a new flat,

you know we have a spare room.

I'm away half the time at work,

and I'm happy for you to either pay rent

or...get back with Eric.

What?

Him passing through here in a towel every morning.

Jesus. You weren't banging Eric as well, were you?

Thanks for meeting me here, Tara.

I always feel kind of trapped in offices, you know?

TARA: Eve, is that Ada?

Why have you brought me here?

What? It's a coincidence.

Come on. You knew I would be here.

Eve, seriously. What did you do?

Oh, don't be fooled

by the whole "namaste runs through my veins" act.

She's a conniver.

Have you been taking your echinacea?

You look tired.

You are a ridiculous person.

See?

This is why she wants me out in the street.

If it's not some squiggle that someone is willing to pay

a million euros for, it's useless.

It's all money, money, money.

I don't want you out on the street.

Eve, I believe her when she says that.

But, Ada, Eve doesn't know why you're doing this.

I don't know why you're doing this.

I don't want them to wreck the gaff

by turning it into some yoga sweatbox.

Look, this will go to court, where it's gonna blow up.

Believe me.

It's gonna be an acrimonious mess that will be

on the public record for the rest of your lives.

And your kids', too.

So what can we do?

Eve, you shouldn't have brought me here under false pretenses.

But we could mediate. Just the pair of you and Sean.

All right. Just the pair of you in a conference room.

You can thrash it out, call each other names.

Ada, you can tell us what it is that you want.

I might even allow some hair pulling.

But look, it won't be on the public record.

I like the sound of the hair pulling.

You always did.

-[ Cellphone ringing ] -Sorry.

Yeah?

Do you think she'll go for it?

Do you think she'll give us the house?

-ADA: I don't believe this. -I think your sister loves you.

Christ's sake!

Cillian, come on! We're going!

Ada, what's wrong?

Mediation's off, Tara.

You can thank this one's husband for that.

What's her problem with Sean?

Eve, Ada wasn't lying.

Sean did try to sell the fireplace.

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TARA: Yes?

It's Richard.

TARA: Richard.

What can I do for you?

You crossed a line yesterday.

You approached a client of ours without her solicitor present

and advised an action to benefit your client.

Wait a second. Look.

What happened was that I was already --

That could be considered as a serious ethical breach.

My client is an old friend of yours.

You utilized that friendship, blurring professional lines.

Hang on a second. That is a bit rich.

Your practice represented the testator

and now the sole beneficiary of a highly contested will.

Granted, the will was drafted by Dunbar and Calloway,

but it's perfectly consistent with Ada's position.

What am I doing talking to you?

I should be dealing with Ada's solicitor.

Ah. Forgive me. I forgot to mention.

I've taken over from young Martha.

You see, I have a vested interested in this one.

See you in court.

And she's got my card.

Aah!

Jesus.

What are you doing?

I was...

I was just passing.

What are you doing here?

Admin.

Was gonna lock the door on the way out.

-Shall we go get a drink? -You look like you need a drink.

I know a place.

I know a better place.

What's the dress code?

It's casual.

Jay, this is, uh, this is Vincent.

Hey.

How are you settling in the office?

I pick things up easily.

Like disability checks?

It's a bit small, that office, for just the two of you.

Tight.

I'm gonna stop you right there, Vincent.

I won't be treading on your creepy toes.

I'm not creepy.

Don't know.

Packed bags and boxes in a bedroom

is pretty straightforward.

You opened a door.

Well, you said don't, so...

A man after me own heart. I'd have done the same thing.

Just be up front about it.

My dad, Alan,

the dead disabled guy -- used to say -- wise man --

"Intentions only get you in trouble when you hide them."

Were you with him long?

Longest.

My stints were usually pretty short.

Don't know if you noticed, but I have a bit of a mouth on me.

No!

N-- Really?

Alan, uh, used to be able to -- to cut through

any of the -- the rage or insecurity

with a well-deployed "cop on."

Found a joint in me room.

"Cop on."

Brought home by the 5-0.

"Cop on."

You know what two words I think he'd say to you now, Ray?

"Plead guilty."

It's the only way I can help you.

You had to ruin it, didn't you?

Ray.

You're not angry at me.

You're angry because you got caught.

Angry?

[ Laughing ] I am terrified, man.

I have a hole burning in my gut

because I know what it feels like to be cornered.

You don't.

This is just a notch in a posh desk for you.

You win this, and you get to feel good about yourself.

You lose and you sigh,

and I get shipped off to some lad

who wants to hurt me 'cause he's been hurt himself!

This is real, Vincent.

This is my life.

Ray.

I understand.

No, you don't.

How could you?

MAN: There you are, love.

Thanks. You can just leave it here.

Tara, good news.

I found your nurse.

TARA: Will she testify?

Uh, I probably should have led with the bad news.

TARA: Oh, God.

I cannot go back to my client with a dead nurse

and keep accusing her husband

of stealing a flipping fireplace.

I need something else.

Find anything of worth in here?

Well...there is a lot of activity on the card

of a bedbound cancer patient,

which means that someone was spending his money.

Eve?

I don't think it was Eve.

You see, between the kids and her dad,

I-I don't think she had a chance to leave the house much.

And the transactions are three, four times a week.

All point of sale.

Mm-hmm.

Not necessarily sinister if it's stuff for the house, though.

Yeah.

But this is where local knowledge does come in.

Transactions all times of the day,

so it couldn't be Eve.

Coffee shops, restaurants.

Hm.

Someone likes to treat themselves.

Yeah.

And all in the one circle in Dalkey.

You know this isn't how the detective thing works, right?

Maybe not where you're from,

but on the cold, mean streets of Dalkey...

Did you put pickles on mine?

Good.

Hey. Look.

What is going on with those two?

It was once, years ago.

But with Sean, Ada.

I know.

It was the biggest mistake I've ever made.

And what, he won't let it go?

He's followed me to the gym almost every day

for nearly a year now.

It's so messed up.

Eve worships him.

But why evict her?

Look, I genuinely believe this business is doomed to fail.

It's the only way I have of securing her financially

without explicitly saying, "You are a dope."

But you don't know they're gonna make structural changes.

That's why I flipped yesterday.

I knew Sean was stealing from Dad,

but I allowed to happen 'cause it was my way of monitoring him.

But he rented heavy tools yesterday.

I know he's gonna do something to the house.

So I'll get them to stop.

Get her to leave him.

What?

I know it's dark,

but he won't stay with her if she loses the house.

I know he won't.

It'll prove what a fraud he is.

So that's the real reason behind all of this?

If she knew what happened, she might leave him.

I can't risk telling her.

He'll say it was more than it was.

But you could.

Just tell her he's been unfaithful.

And don't tell her it was with me.

What's this?

This, Ray, is my office...

...ever since Karen kicked me out.

So?

It was meant to show vulnerability, earn your trust.

I suppose grand gestures aren't my forte.

I'm more of a words man.

Guff.

Guff is your thing.

Fine. Guff.

You see, there's the law, Ray.

And I'm not gonna sugarcoat it for you.

The law is against you.

But then there's the law.

Now, the law, I specialize in.

And the law is malleable and loves a good story.

Especially the kind between you and your foster father --

a love story.

Jesus.

A bit maudlin.

I can't tell your story if we're wrestling with the truth.

Plead guilty.

Let me use my words.

Gamble on your guff?

So, tell me what you want me to say in the affidavit,

and I'll say it.

It doesn't work like that, Eve. You need to tell me the truth.

Why? Ada didn't.

No, she did, because Sean was trying to sell the fireplace.

Yeah, but he didn't.

And anyway, he was gonna put the money back in the house.

He didn't tell me about it

because he thought I had enough going on with Dad.

Ada isn't lying about the structural changes either,

is she?

She is.

We're not going to do anything with the house.

Why is she trying to wreck my life?

I think it's the opposite, Eve.

Look, she doesn't want you and the kids out.

She's evicting you because she wants Sean out.

Eve, we found some evidence a while back --

Eve, I'm really sorry, but Sean has been unfaithful to you.

Yeah.

With Ada.

You knew?

Of course I knew.

I didn't want to tell you about it

because it's embarrassing for Ada.

She's doing this because she wants him.

She wants what I have. It's pathetic.

I don't think that's true, Eve.

I'm not leaving Sean.

Just promise the court

that you won't make any structural changes.

Of course.

So what's this guy's deal?

Judge O'Leary?

We should be fine

if we steer clear of time-wasting amateur dramatics

and sickly-sweet sentimentality.

Cool. What's our plan?

Time-wasting amateur dramatics and sickly-sweet sentimentality.

Right.

Our replying affidavit.

Game face on.

Good, good.

Go on, Eve. Show us yours.

No.

Our barrister is a teenager.

What he is is in your price range.

Come on. Relax.

We can do what we can do in there.

WOMAN: Case number 7 -- O'Melia versus Hayes.

We've just been handed the replying affidavit.

Just now?

This case is ready to be heard, Judge.

Should take half a day.

Pardon me, Judge, but we just got handed this.

This?

A replying affidavit.

You have 20 minutes.

Unless there is some specific item that you want to reply to,

you're going on the list today.

TARA: What is this?

Are you knocking down a wall?

When was it? Was this last night?

Yeah.

Ada must have put investigators onto you.

She knew this was gonna happen.

-Can they do this? -Can they do this, Eve?

You've lied to me.

You said in your affidavit that I knew of your plans,

that I knew about the tools but you weren't gonna use them.

Do you know how bad this looks?

Tara, it's our home.

We can do what we want with it.

What are you doing, Eve?

When the court can see what we can see in our heads,

the way it's gonna look, they'll never take the house off us.

Have you been lying to me this entire time?

We can still win this, right?

I've read all the affidavits, and it's clear from the outset

that some serious allegations have been raised.

On what basis are you defending this application, counsel?

Um, as outlined in the affidavits, we're --

Have I not just told you I've read them?

Yes, uh, but for the benefit of the court.

We are, um, contesting the will at a later date

based on questions surrounding --

Yes. Yes. A promissory estoppel.

Witnessed by a conveniently deceased nurse.

Yes. That's -- That's the one.

W-Which, coupled with a section 117,

uh, conspires to, um...

uh, c-conspires...

Uh...

T-This should just be kicked, um, down the path.

Do you mean "road"?

[ Whispering ] There's nothing we can do now.

MAN: How do you plead?

Guilty, Judge.

So, to sentencing.

While you have maintained employment

since your last hearing,

I still do not see a fixed abode here.

This is the part where Tara said,

"He's staying with me, Your Honor."

Staying with a colleague is not a fixed abode.

Care to share with the court?

Uh, just taking instructions, Judge.

A bit late in the day for that, Mr. Pike.

28,000 euro

in fraudulently obtained social-welfare benefits.

What does your client have to say for himself?

A lot, Judge.

On the face of it, my client is a drifter --

unemployed until recently, no fixed abode.

He admits to the charge, but all is not as it seems.

I would ask this court to afford me the opportunity

to outline the unique circumstances

behind my client's actions.

Go on.

My client is a man who all his life fell through the cracks.

Foster care from the age of 8.

Fifteen placements in six years.

He had no family, no one to rely on.

Until he was placed in the care of Mr. Alan Doyle, his father,

his family, the only person who ever cared for him.

Mr. Alan Doyle was a man of modest means

but nonetheless sacrificed every cent in his life

to the betterment of children on the margins of society,

just like he did for my client.

And he did a very good job.

Mr. Lamont is smart, kind, caring,

and so lippy,

if he hadn't been dealt such a scant hand in life,

he would've put me out of a job years ago.

If your client didn't profit, then who did?

St. Enda's Youth Centre,

an after-school club that offers very real support

to vulnerable children not unlike my client,

who would otherwise be on the street.

During his lifetime, Mr. Alan Doyle transferred

all of his social-welfare payments to this charity.

It was his legacy.

My client was unwilling to let his father's legacy die,

so the payments continued.

He was not ready to say goodbye to this man, his home.

I presume there is a legal point

among this fluffy duvet of nonsense.

There is.

The law is living.

To not take into account the character of this man,

his circumstance when it comes to sentencing,

would be to declare the law dead...

...and still try to claim its benefits.

JUDGE O'SULLIVAN: I've heard enough.

An eviction is a brutal and traumatic event

that has left a genuine psychic scar

on the fabric of our nation.

It is never the answer.

Unless it is.

I find in favor of the plaintiff and grant the order sought.

No!

Yes.

This is a house of architectural importance,

and here I find you,

despite promises to the contrary,

wielding a hammer.

I find it obscene.

This application should never have been defended.

The respondents' affidavit is no more than a tissue of lies.

It strikes me that if her legal representatives

had done their duty

and probed further into their own client's intended actions,

they could have saved the court a lot of time.

I'll leave him if that's what you want.

Eve.

Ada, please.

I won't touch the house.

Please don't take our home away.

None of you have the right to be there.

You lied in your affidavit, misled the court.

You cannot be trusted.

Apply for a stay.

I apply for a stay pending appeal.

No stay.

This injunction will take immediate effect.

All residents will leave the premises at once.

Now, what am I to do about costs?

Uh, given my clients' financial difficulties,

any costs incurred w-would cripple --

You want me to reserve the costs on that argument?

I think you'll find

that most criminals have financial difficulties.

How am I supposed to tell them, Tara?

How do I tell our kids I lost the house?

Eve, did you mean what you said in there?

[ Sighs ] Not now.

-Tara. -Yeah?

I might look over my shoulder, but can you describe to me

the look on Richard's face right now?

Um...

he looks like he might be having a stroke.

Our client has a proposal.

Okay.

The parties enter into a caretaker's agreement.

She'd also like to meet in your offices.

Yeah.

She said something about being promised hair pulling.

Oh.

PETE: Rafferty Towers.

Thank you. Hey.

How much did you say the rent would be here?

I didn't.

But it'd be somewhere in the region of dirt cheap.

What changed your mind?

Just the realization

that I am officially out of the sacred circle.

I could try and crowbar my way

into some glass-fronted normality.

But I don't know.

Maybe there is something to be said

for doing things differently, you know?

I had you at "dirt cheap," right?

Totally.

Vincent.

Whoa-ho!

Oh! [ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ] Yes!

Yes.

Yes! This guffmeister got me off with a poxy fine

and some community service.

It wasn't all this jammy bollocks.

A large part of it was off the back

of your continued employment of me.

Thank you.

Oh, Ray.

What is it?

I don't know if I can keep employing you.

What's wrong?

I got rinsed.

Well, how in the hell did that happen?

She lied to me, barefaced.

And I trusted her instead of probing further.

We got blindsided in court.

So they're being evicted?

No.

There was a last-minute reprieve afterwards,

but that was how it played out.

-It was vicious. -At least you're getting paid.

Yeah.

I deferred costs.

I had to.

They're living on flipping sage and incense sticks.

And that on top of my professional liability insurance

and the fact that I forked out for most of my wedding,

I'm broke.

Tara.

You did the right thing.

[ Whispering ] I'm sorry.

You said you paid for your wedding?

Mm.

Food and booze.

Someone said you'd moved out of ours.

Yeah.

You're living here now?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Joan isn't gonna jump out with a giant check, is she?

I apologize.

For?

It was an ambush.

For what it's worth, it was my dad who'd --

Please don't.

You're right. [ Inhales sharply ]

I didn't know about it in advance, but if I did,

would I...

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

It's our wedding day.

I'm not handling this very well.

Okay.

Um, I just wanted to tell you that I support your decision

and I know it must have been very difficult for you.

Is everything okay, Tara?

Only because technically half are yours.

I'll leave you to it.

See you around, Tara.

♪ Some days we sit in silence ♪

♪ Her old hand in mine ♪

♪ My mind has never felt so full ♪

♪ Her wisdom always fills the air ♪

♪ I found your lionheart ♪

♪ That slept sound in me ♪

♪ And I'll make it wake ♪

♪ Your heart lies in my eyes ♪

♪ Your heart lies in my eyes ♪

♪ I have your lionheart ♪

♪ It has made me be ♪

♪ The wolf that I am now ♪

♪ Your heart lies in my eyes ♪

♪ Your heart lies in my eyes ♪

♪ I wrote this song for you ♪

♪ For hope to keep you well ♪

♪ I kneel and pray for us ♪

♪ The sky will be ours ♪

♪ I will run in the woods ♪

♪ And have stories to tell ♪

♪ I found your lionheart ♪

♪ That slept sound in me ♪