01x06 - The Uncertainty Principle

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That's what a separation is, Cal.
It's space between two people.

You and Lydia are my world.

Your husband...

- We're separated.
- They're separated.

Did you mention that he's some kind
of environmental activist?

Lost magically
in the Kafkaesque corridors...

You're not getting a dog.

This is really between me and Dad.

You don't really get a say.

Is that a friend of yours?

In a manner of speaking. That's Claire.

I always assemble this stuff at home

because Cal's too busy saving the world.

Well, luckily for you, I'm
unencumbered by a social conscience.

Thank you.

Your Allen key, Miss Newton.

At ease, tiger.

Your loss.

"If you imagine you are going to
read of model children,

"you had better lay down
the book immediately.

"Not one of the seven was really good,

"for the very excellent reason
that Australian children never are."

Just between the two of us,
neither am I.

In news just to hand,
Nassim Zari, a young Syrian refugee,

was abducted from a hospital ward

where she was receiving
medical treatment.

However well meaning,
this action is misguided.

I would encourage anyone

who knows anything about her whereabouts

to please contact authorities.

New digs, Jonathan?

Martha.

Can I help you?

I need to have a word with Josephine.

Oh, Mrs Payne.

I'm sorry, Ms Newton doesn't
work with us anymore.

But if I could be of any assistance...

You can't just turn up, Mrs Payne!

If you want to see her, you
need to talk to me first.

Relax, I'm not psycho.
Just need Josephine Newton.

Uh, 10th floor.

Thanks, love.

See ya, mate.

Mmm... ah!

Is Josephine Newton here?

Do you have an appointment?

I don't need an appointment, love.

Ms Newton stopped the council
bulldozing my house.

I'd be living in a car park
if it wasn't for her.

Mmm, well, she does love a car park.

Perhaps you could leave your name
and number and I'll pass it on...

Uh, I don't have time for that.

"Finchley Financial Management

"versus Camden Commercial Loans.

"Appealing the motion to remand
an order of non-compliance

"with pooling and servicing agreements."

Sounds fascinating, but...

Come on, play with me.

I can't do something this tedious
by myself.

Josephine!

- Do I have to call security...
- Josephine Newton!

It's Martha Payne here! Where are you?

Josephine!

- Josephine Newton!
- Martha!

No, you're gonna have to...

What's going on?

Plenty.

I work as a barrister now.

Good for you!

I'm sorry, I tried to explain.

Take a seat.

So I can still speak for you in court,

but you can't really hire me directly.

Why not?

Well, if you want to engage Josephine,

you first need to take me on
as your solicitor.

I'll contact Josephine's clerk
and then they contact Josephine.

I don't have time for all that nonsense.

No, the strife I'm in is urgent.

Oh, if the council are trying to
reopen your demolition order,

we've all got all the paper...

No, no, no,
it's bigger than the council.

Last night I was arrested.

On what charge?

Well, a whole bloody list.

But one of them was kidnapping.

I would encourage anyone

who knows anything about her whereabouts

to please contact authorities.

Staff at the hospital
have echoed the Minister's concern

for the girl's welfare.

Miss Zari needs ongoing
medical care.

Her health is definitely at risk

if she's not returned
to hospital immediately.

Yes, the asylum seeker escaped.
I do watch the news.

Take a closer look.

Miss Zari's disappearance,

but police will not confirm
whether any charges have been laid.

Wait.

- We'll have more...
- Is that...?

Well, who's this, then?

This is Mr Hughes, a colleague.

I value his opinion.

We need to know what the
Federal Police asked you.

Oh, kept me there half the
night, answering questions.

Didn't even get a decent cup of tea.

- Ugh!
- What questions?

Blah-blah.

Did I know Nassim was
in the laundry trolley?

Did you?

How can I be expected to
know what's in the laundry?

I'm a volunteer.

Then why did you move the trolley?

It was in the way.

Some dill had left it, right
outside that girl's door.

But you know Nassim Zari.

Met her a couple of times. Nice enough.

Do you know where Nassim is now?

Not a clue.

Yep, I'd swear on any holy
book you put in front of me.

But you might know someone else

who knows where she is.

See, that's a question
they didn't ask me.

Oh, he's a charmer, this one.
Bit of a looker too. Watch out!

So you're abandoning me, and
Finchley Financial Management?

I know, it breaks my heart.

I'm not sure I should take this on.

You've got immigration experience.

Two 457 visa appeals? This is a
totally different ball game.

Martha's facing serious charges.

She pushed the kid down the
corridor in the dirty laundry.

It's hardly the Great Escape.
Let them prove it.

What about Whitley? This is
already all over the news.

He wants to raise the
profile of Knox Chambers.

This is not the sort of
profile he had in mind.

But wild horses won't stop you, right?

Not once I get going.

And Martha probably baked you
pumpkin scones once a week.

No, she didn't.

She... she knitted Lydia a
beautiful mohair cardigan.

Go on, do what you gotta do.
Leave Whitley to me.

Excuse me, Dr Renfree?

You're the doctor who
treated Nassim Zari.

I said everything I had
to say in my statement.

Why do you people assume that I
had anything to do with this?

- Oh, I'm not with the police.
- No comment.

I'm not a journalist, I'm a barrister.
I represent Martha Payne.

She's with the Pink Brigade,

one of the volunteers working
here at the hospital.

I know who she is, and they've
made it very clear to me

that I can't discuss this with anyone.

Being a witness for the prosecution
doesn't prevent you...

- Really, no comment, okay?
- From talking to me.

Sorry.

I've checked,

and the Commonwealth haven't
called Dr Renfree as a witness

in the case against Martha.

He could have a suspect
personal history,

or got done for flirting
with his patients.

No, they know he's sympathetic to Nassim

and they don't want him in court.

You think someone read him
the Border Force Act?

Well, why else would he be clamming up?

It'd put me off.

He could be sacked, thrown in jail,

if he says one word
about Nassim's medical condition

or the conditions of her detention.

Not if he skirted around the Act.

You want to call I'm as a witness?
What's your justification?

I need the doctor to prove that
Nassim was able bodied enough

to climb into that trolley on her own.

Not to talk about why
she might have wanted

to escape the detention centre
in the first place?

No, of course not.

Mm-hm.

But if he goes off page,
I can't prevent that.

You can't help yourself.

All you have to do
is get your old dear out of this.

You don't have to take on the whole
issue of offshore detention.

If a GP sees evidence of abuse,

they are legally mandated to report it.

But if a doctor in
a detention centre reports...

I love watching you fire up.
It's like being back at uni.

Oh, says the man who never
fired up about anything.

That is not true.

I was extremely committed to
the Chocolate Appreciation Society.

Sorry, I forgot about that.

Those debates were fierce.
Swiss versus Belgian.

Phwoar! 90% cacao over 70.

Is white chocolate even chocolate?

Always the philosopher.

But you know that they won't enforce
the Act. Why would they?

Any half decent defence counsel
would flush out

all the bad stuff that they don't
want the public to know about.

- Uhh...
- They'd never do it.

- Tough day at the office?
- Ah!

Cal, how are you, mate?

- Helena said you were here.
- What's up?

Oh, just a minor co-parenting issue.

Look, I can mediate. One free drink
with counselling thrown in?

Don't worry, she's fine.

Or as fine as Lydia gets.

- What are you having?
- Beer, thanks.

- Same again?
- Please, yeah.

You know, I still have trouble

getting my head around you
and Lewis as colleagues.

You used to call him the
'dark side of the law'.

Oh, well, he probably
still is a bit shady.

Tell me about Lydia.

Last night she had a friend sleep over.

She asked if Allie could
stay and I agreed,

and then this morning
Allie turns out to be...

- A boy.
- Alex.

Did we ever announce a policy
on co-Ed sleeping arrangements?

Okay.

- Yeah.
- Whoa!

Tell me you've had the
contraception chat? Please.

Yes, I had the contraception chat.

God.

So what'd you say?

Well, what could I say?
Didn't make a scene.

And it's the 21st century.
What message are we sending?

We don't want to say sex is bad, right?

- No, of course not.
- Right.

- But...
- But...

She is 15. How old was he?

Mm, hard to say. He had one
of those wispy moustaches.

A moustache?

- And a man bun.
- Oh...

Yeah. Why? What difference
does that make?

Well, it makes a lot of difference.
We don't know anything about him.

And... and, if he is more than
two years older than her,

consent is not a defence.

Defence? Jo, come on.

Why do you always jump to the
worst possible conclusions

about every single human transaction?

Do you want to have that debate now?

Because these are the
people I deal with.

I don't want to have any debate.
I just want to sort it out.

Well, can you find out
a bit more about him?

Okay, all right, leave it with me.

Did Josephine tell you she's
about to take on the government?

Nothing big. Just a little
issue of offshore detention.

Wow. It's right up my alley.

Morning, Jackie.

I need a favour. Our photocopier's
packed it in again.

You mind if I make a few...

I hope you're staying away from
that Martha Payne woman, Jonathan.

You know, if you're involved in
covering up a crime, say kidnapping,

you could get in serious
trouble with the law.

I haven't kidnapped anyone.

Yet.

There are so many other ways
you can help young people.

Like this.

Now, that is the winner

of our annual Knox Chambers
music scholarship.

I'm just about to tell him
the good news.

Yeah, nice.

Is it? Makes me want to stick pins
in my eyes.

If you don't like his music,
why give him the prize?

Oh, it's Mr Whitley's award.

I just do the grunt work
and he gets all the glory.

He won't even remember
the kid's name this time next week.

So what's your thing, Jackie?

Soul? Funk?

Country?

Reggae?

I wouldn't know.
Don't know where to start.

I can't even play a note.

But you know what you don't like.

And that's impressive.

Mm.

So, uh, big day at school today?

Yeah.

Are you going to see Alex?

Alex doesn't go to my school.

Okay, what... what school's he go to?

He's an apprentice.

Right. Wow. That...

How long's he been doing
his apprenticeship?

Good talk.

What I don't understand

is how this Nassim Zari woman
was allowed to escape custody.

She was in this country illegally
and now she's on the loose.

That to me shows complete
and utter contempt

for the laws of the land.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!
I was listening to that.

You're just gonna get worked up.

Well, some things are worth
getting worked up over.

You know your Mum's
latest case is all about this.

Yeah, so?

And I protested against offshore
processing of asylum seekers

I don't know how many times.

And nothing's changed.
So what's the point?

What's the...?

Lydia, if you think the government
is doing something wrong,

you have to take a stand.

Yeah, but are you really gonna
change anyone's mind?

You're not going to change
this guy's, or the government's,

not by protesting.

They know you're going to oppose them

and they know
you're on the opposite side,

and they just don't care what you think.

I'm sorry, but it's true.

Remember that protest you did
against the bankers?

- When you were Wayne?
- You saw that?

Mum showed me the video.

She said that was the day
she fell for you.

They looked totally sucked in.

Yeah, yeah, they were.

Until I said the rich should just
eat the poor!

Whoa-ho-ho! The looks on their faces.

Good one, Dad.

She had no legal right

to be in this country
in the first place.

So let's hope this Martha Payne woman

had the common sense
to put her on a boat

straight back to where she came from.

Five minutes of your time.
That's all I'm asking.

I understand your situation
and your reticence.

But you treated Nassim. You know her.

I'm sure you want to help.

By gambling away my career?

But what if we can work around the Act,

so you don't get into any trouble?

Is that a guarantee?

I can't give you that.

But couldn't you at least tell me
more about Nassim?

It should never have happened.

She cut herself climbing
a fence at the centre.

Was she trying to escape?

I tried to treat her wounds
but I must have missed something.

One of her cuts became infected
and she developed septicaemia.

She never told anyone about the fever

until she went into septic shock

and I had to fly her out.

I wish I'd picked up on it earlier...

but I can never fix the real
problem, for any of them.

Jackie.

What's this about?

Sit down. Go on.

Are you ready?

♪ Most of
my stories be G-rated ♪

♪ I came from the bottom Yeah,
my story's complicated ♪

♪ Rising from the sand where
my story's dedicated... ♪

- It's not classical.
- What is it?

It's my cousin.

She's 15, from the Democratic
Republic of Congo.

Except it's not that democratic, right?

Right.

And it's her dream to
be a famous musician,

but first...

She's got to finish school.

What do you reckon?

I like it.

Yeah, I really like it.

- Yeah, you do, Jackie.
- I do. I really like it.

Yeah. And I can't wait
for Mr Whitley to find out

that his music scholarship

has gone to a teenage rapper
from the Congo!

You people are part of this
whole mess, as far as I can see.

Why don't you do some homework

and, you know, find out a bit more
about Nassim?

Maybe you'd find out that
she's not so different from you...

Thank you.

Ms Payne is not making any official
statement to the press.

Where is she now?
Can you tell us anything?

Give us a clue, Martha.

What was that?

Well, they asked me what I thought.

Well, maybe it's a good idea to
keep your thoughts to yourself,

maybe just for the time being.

Oh, that'll be the day.

The matters before us
are the charges

of perverting the course of justice,

obstructing a Commonwealth officer

in the execution of their duties,

and kidnapping.

Mmmm!

Ms Newton,

can you please ask your client
to refrain from rolling her eyes?

Sorry, stray eyelash.

- And to refrain from speaking.
- Zip.

Of course, Your Honour.

All right, how do you plead?

Can I talk now?

Uh, not guilty, Your Honour.

You need to sit down.

Dr Renfree, I understand you're
designated as an 'entrusted person'

under the Border Protection Act.

- Is that so?
- Yes, that's right.

And as such,
you're prohibited from disclosing

the reasons for your medical
treatment of Nassim Zari.

Your Honour, can I ask

why anything to do with the doctor's
contractual obligations

is relevant to the matter?

I was about to ask that very question.

I'm not overly fond of the circus,
Ms Newton.

Sorry, Your Honour?

So I will not appreciate
these proceedings

degenerating into a tightrope act.

I can assure you they won't.

Then perhaps you'd do me the courtesy

of clarifying why you have
called Dr Renfree.

The purpose is twofold, Your Honour,

to establish the time line on the day
Nassim Zari went missing...

Uh, was abducted, Your Honour.

Can we call it what it was?

If I could complete my answer,
Your Honour?

Continue, Ms Newton.

And Dr Renfree's evidence
will also establish

that Nassim Zari's physical condition

enabled her to climb
into the laundry trolley on her own.

Then I can assume that evidence
will not traverse broader matters,

which are not the subject
of these proceedings.

Dr Renfree,
when you last saw Nassim Zari,

what was her physical condition?

She was weak,

but she was still able to move
around without any assistance.

When was that?

Uh, last Wednesday, around 3:30,
according to my notes.

I was there to administer
a new drip of antibiotics.

Wouldn't a nurse normally do that?

Yes, but I was concerned
about her state of mind.

Objection, Your Honour.

That is an opinion about mental health

and Dr Renfree is a physician,
not a psychiatrist.

Warning, Ms Newton.

I can hear that circus music.

Your Honour, Nassim Zari's
state of mind on that day

is relevant to the issue of free will.

Your doctor has established
the time line

and the fact that Ms Zari was ambulant.

Move on.

That judge knows exactly what
I wanted to say.

Ha, yeah.
He is not letting us go there.

You said they wouldn't charge me
under the Act, right?

I said it was highly unlikely.

It's not a good look
to charge a little old lady.

I doubt they'd want to make it worse

by locking up a hard-working doctor.

What if I made a statement to the press?

Well, strictly speaking you can't,

because the case is still ongoing,
but...

And I found I couldn't stand back
doing nothing for any longer,

which is why I felt compelled

to speak about conditions
at the offshore detention centre.

Nassim has been
under my care for some time.

Her father, sadly, was lost at sea.

How safe are we really?

She was in this country illegally
and now she's on the loose.

Things like this just shouldn't happen.

Where was security? Where were
our so-called intelligence people?

Who knows what this young woman's up to

on the loose out there?

That's the whole point
of having offshore detention.

Mr...

What does a girl like that
have to offer...

Carr.

We were expecting the Minister.

The office didn't call?

Uh, we called to confirm.

The Minister's tied up in a briefing.

Oh, come on in.

will be forced to subsidise
her by supporting her...

Joining me is Wayne Carr,
spokesman for the Minister.

Thanks for coming in.

Mm, it's good to be here, Max.

One of your doctors appears to
have gone rogue.

Mmm, mm-hm.
It does appear that way, yes.

What's your department going to
do about it?

Sorry, Max. Uh, do?

You're not going to let this doctor
get away with it, are you?

Well, no, no. Certainly not.
Then what are you gonna do?

Well, we are definitely prosecuting
under the Act.

Well, about time, too.

We're not convinced
that's enough of a deterrent.

Are you gonna make an example of him?

Well, if we don't take a hard line,
others could follow his lead.

Couldn't agree more.

We can't have our people breaking ranks,

showing complete and utter
contempt for the laws of the land,

and sympathy for desperate refugees
who have risked their lives

fleeing w*r-torn countries
in leaky boats.

Yeah, hold... hold on.

So we've been looking at
more traditional methods

of silencing dissent, uh,
drawing and quartering,

stoning, and waterboarding's
super popular.

Yeah, you can stop right there.

- We've settled on crucifixion, Max.
- Okay, mate, joke's over. Get out.

- What the hell was that?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Security! Who is this dickhead?

Let's all just take a deep breath.
Calm down.

- What are you doing, mate?
- Whoa!

Meldrum was on
my case right from the start.

I was hamstrung.

What'd you expect? Free rein?

Uh, Mr Whitley would like
to see you both.

You did talk to him about this?

Haven't had a chance.

Oh, that button.

Which is why I felt compelled to
speak out about conditions

at the offshore detention centre.

Nassim Zari's
whereabouts is still unknown.

The case is expected to
last for several days...

Whose brilliant idea was this?

Mine.

Well, you've lobbed a grenade.

GI Josephine, that's me.

Uh, I realise that I should have
spoken to you about this earlier.

Um...

You'd better fasten your seatbelts.

I've just heard from an old mate
of mine within the ministry

that charges have been laid against
your doctor for speaking out.

You're kidding!

I didn't think they'd go that far.

You're all over the news.

Uh, I have not said a word to the media

and I specifically haven't
mentioned these chambers.

Well, they found out somehow.

It's fantastic.

Apparently a junior civil servant

got the wrong idea from a radio report

and pressed the panic button.

Well, that'll be a short career.

Well, there's no going back now.
They've initiated charges.

So just to be clear,
you're okay with this?

Couldn't be better for Knox.

Okay.

We're fighting for civil liberties,
freedom of speech.

If we were any more virtuous,
we'd be annoying.

Excuse me.

Helena, we need to find Dr Renfree.

What?

Callum's downstairs.

Make it go backwards.

What happened?

You didn't take on the man bun?

Oh, no. No, no, no,
nothing to do with Lydia.

Oh, you should put a steak on that.

- Steaks don't work. You need ice.
- Who says steaks don't work?

People who know
what they're talking about.

Vegetarians.

- Cheers.
- No worries.

Nothing's broken?

Max Lawrence punched me in the face.

- The radio jock?
- Yeah.

And now he's charging me
with as*ault, which is ridiculous.

It's the other way around.
I never laid a hand on him.

What were you doing
at the radio station?

I was there in my departmental
capacity. Remember Wayne Carr?

Oh, no. Where did you get the suit?

It was in the garage wardrobe.

- Is that THE suit?
- Sure is. Still fits, baby.

You're enjoying this.

Well, just a little bit.

Believe it or not,
I was actually trying to help.

Wow.

When something is this wrong,

somebody has to do something, right?

Yeah, like get themselves arrested.

Well...

- Oooh!
- Yeah.

Is everything okay?
What are you wearing?

Wedding, or funeral?

Ouch.

Yeah, I, uh, think I might
need some lawyering.

I have my hands full.

Yeah, me too.

Unless of course I sacrifice
the world of high finance

to help out an old buddy.

The charge is as*ault.

Who did you allegedly as*ault?

Max Lawrence.

Good work.
And did you as*ault him?

No.

Oh, that's a pity.

I'm serious, Zareb, if you
keep helping Mr Whitley,

he will never learn.

Next time, you tell him to
change his own batteries.

I'll let you know when the
police brief comes through.

Thanks, mate. I owe you one.

Impersonate a barrister next time,

and I will handball you a case or two.

Goodnight.

Craig, just the man I need to see.

Hey, I'm in a corner with a big case
that I need to flick.

I wouldn't normally do this
but I am jammed.

Any chance of you taking it on?

Well, I'll have to check with my clerk.

Naturally, but I need someone reliable.

This is not just any old client.
It's a major deal.

How major?

Big end of town.

Finchley Financial Management
versus Camden Commercial Loans.

Right. Sounds intriguing.

Oh, you have no idea.

How long can you freeze lasagne for?

Maybe we'll just get takeaway.

Just keep it casual,
instead of a family meeting.

She'll be less defensive
if she thinks I just bumped into you

and we're just going to have dinner.

Well, I don't think
we need to get sneaky.

Ah, she's a teenager.
Sneaky is exactly what we need.

Right, yep. Casual chat.

Yep. About...?

Why is this hard?
This shouldn't be hard.

We just need to lay down
some ground rules.

Well, here's some rules.

How about she waits until
she's in her 30s before she has sex.

This is way too complicated.

And whatever the rules are,

they have to be consistent
across both houses.

You don't get to be the cool dad.

Fair enough.

Okay. Well, no sleepovers on weeknights.

Sounds reasonable.

We need to write these down.

Lydia, what if this was an emergency?

What if I had to go to hospital?

Not that I do, but just call me, now!

I just hate it when she does this.

You think she's all right?

Yeah, she just doesn't always pick up.

Mm.

Ah, here we go.

Ohh!

"I might not make dinner.
Phone's dying."

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"Call me now."

Put an exclamation mark.

It's all in caps.

Oh...

Oh, it's her.

Mm, what does she say?

She says, "Can I stay at yours tonight?"

Oh! She is not getting away with this.

What do I say?

Just tell her you're not home.

Well, that... that is true. Not lying.

Oh! Call me!

Hang on.

She says,
"I've got my key. Can I still stay?"

Well, no, of course. No.

No. "N-O." All caps.

Mmm!

Put an exclamation mark.

What if she really ran out of battery?

She'll be fine.
At least until she gets home.

There must be someone we can ring.

She'll text.
Just give her another half an hour.

I've got to prep for tomorrow.

Yeah, go for it.
I'll stay out of your way.

I just want to see her,
make sure she's okay.

We'll do the whole family meeting
some other time.

Sure.

You won't even know I'm here.

Lydia, answer your phone.
I can't come and pick you up.

She says she's at a friend's house.

Mm-hm.

Ah, no, validated. Sue's home.

She says she'll drop both
the girls at school tomorrow.

Oh, yeah? Who's Sue?

Tahlee's Mum.

She's a bright, good-natured girl...

This'll be good for you, won't it?
Big high-profile case?

Yeah.

That she will make
a first class citizen...

So what's up, then?

What if I'm not as brilliant
as I think I am?

What if our doctor loses his career,
or goes to jail?

You can't... you can't think about that.

Well, I don't know.

I tell myself that I'm
doing this to help people,

though I'm not sure I'm doing
it for the right reasons.

Of course you are.

So I... I think I know you better
than anyone, and you're the...

Yeah. You're okay.

You know how I know?

Only the good people
have moments of doubt.

All the arseholes couldn't care less.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Okay?

I'm only just okay?

Oh, you know, you have your moments.

Is this a good idea?

No, probably not. Sorry.

Oh, what the hell.

I thought you were going
straight to school.

Not without my laptop.

I had to tram it back from Tahlee's,

but they're doing roadworks,
so it all took... ages.

Well, have a good day.

That's it?

You're not going to give me a
hard time about my phone dying?

I'm going to prepare a lecture for
tonight. Where's your laptop?

Oh.

I see.

Someone's had a little slumber party.

It was only a matter of time.

Your boss, Mr Smooth.

No. And he's not my boss.
No, there's nothing...

Can you just go to school and
we'll talk about this never?

Hey.

Who wants pancakes?

- Morning.
- Morning.

Good night?

Didn't get a lot of sleep.

Oh!

Waiting up for Lydia.

How's Callum's case going?
You got a game plan?

I called the station last night
to talk to Max's producer.

Found out he'd fired her.

Oh. Mmm, all-round nice guy.

No, no, no, it could work for us.
Beware a woman scorned.

I love how you make the best out of
the worst aspects of human nature.

Thank you.

What do you mean, Nassim isn't well?

I thought you didn't know where she was.

Well, I heard a rumour, that's all.

- Who from?
- Oh, a little birdie told me.

What's wrong with her?

I don't want her in any more strife.

That poor young thing's had enough.

I mean, she's never done
anything to anyone.

They can't send her back.

This is very serious, Mrs Payne.

What if she needs medical treatment?

We need to let Josephine know.

Well I've already sent her a...
a text thingy.

- Martha?
- Oh.

- What's wrong with her?
- She's got a fever.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Now is not the time to be coy.

That's not how it works.
There's a phone tree.

I phone someone, they
phone someone else.

And all of us only have one number.

Well, you need to call that number. Now.

Right.

How do you still find
batteries for that thing?

Oh, don't be a smart fart.
Just help me up.

- I'll need some privacy.
- Cupboard of silence?

Yes.

If you'd like to follow me to the
cleaning cupboard, Mrs Payne.

See? Manners, Jonathan. You could
learn a lot from this young lady.

- Come on.
- What about court?

Well... I'll just have to stall.
Can you think of a tactic?

Documentation missing?
Something? Anything?

I'm on it.

Johnny, we're going to need
some transport. Urgently.

How urgently?

Just... make sure it's legal.

Thanks for sorting out the bail.
Can you sort out my career as well?

Have they sacked you?

Suspended. While facing charges.

We'll do everything we
can for you, I promise.

But right now we need your help.

Thought you would have got
something more inconspicuous.

Only favour I could call
on at short notice.

My Dad always said if
you want to hide something,

put it in plain sight.

Genius.

I ring Voula, Voula rings Faye.
Like links in a chain.

Is it a long chain, Martha?

Ah, you'll see.

Normally I have to
tell my scruffier clients

to spruce themselves up,

but you have ticked that box.

Is that the same shirt you
were wearing yesterday?

Oh... yeah. I didn't
make it home last night.

Notice I'm not asking any questions.

We are civilised men, after all.

No, I just crashed with a friend.

A friend?

Yeah. I didn't get a lot
of sleep, that's all.

Okay. Shall we?

This is a simple
matter, Your Honour.

That's for me to decide.

Indeed it is, ultimately.

And I'd have to challenge
the prosecutor's assumption

and say this matter is
anything but simple.

The defendant deceptively gained
access to the radio station,

and when he was ejected
from the control room,

he assaulted the victim, Mr Lawrence.

I don't see deception charges

anywhere on the charge
sheet, Your Honour.

I would have thought a barrister
of Ms Meikle's obvious experience

would be more circumspect

before bandying about such accusations.

Do you think you're
bandying, Ms Meikle?

No, Your Honour.

It's as*ault, plain and simple.

And I look forward to defeating
that charge, Your Honour.

And I look forward to
hearing you try, Mr Hughes.

♪ People jump and jive ♪

Thanks, Faye. How you doing?

This is like James Bond.

Only with old ladies.

And who was James Bond
answerable to, sonny Jim?

That woman.

Mm-hm. You can call me M.

How many Pink Ladies are there?

Oh, never enough.

Mr Lawrence, you claim
Mr Docker assaulted you.

He did.

Why was Mr Docker in your radio studio?

He misrepresented himself in
order to perpetrate a hoax.

And he'd succeeded. Hadn't he?

No. I realised he was a fraud.

Oh, at the end.

Do you usually vet your guests?

My producer does, yes.

Right, so it was someone else's fault
that this one got past the keeper?

It's not mine.

Were any phone calls made?

Any attempt to validate the
identity of your guest?

Not by me.

My producer was in the process of
double-checking his bona fides

when the doctor story hit the news.

And you wanted to get out
ahead of the news cycle,

get a quick comment from the department.

My producer made an error of judgment.

What name did Mr Docker give?

He lied about who he was.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch
the name that he gave you,

and this was on-air,

so please don't shunt this
one to your producer.

Wayne Carr.

Could you say that name again, please,

and just a little quicker this time?

w*nk*r.

w*nk*r.

Is this the business card
that Mr Docker presented?

- Yeah.
- Let's just take a closer look.

On the crest, are they cigars the
emu and kangaroo are smoking?

- I wouldn't know.
- Your Honour.

My apologies.

Keep your argument on the
tracks, please, Mr Hughes.

Just approaching the
station now, Your Honour.

It's obviously not a
genuine business card,

just as Wayne Carr is
clearly a made-up name.

Which my producer should
have realised. That's her job.

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr Lawrence.

All right, roll out your one
and only witness, Mr Hughes,

and this had better be good.

Look, we'll do our best, Your Honour.

I'd like to call Ms Avery Walipi.

You can't believe her. I sacked her!
She's a moron!

That's enough, Mr Lawrence.

We're not on the radio now.

Your Honour,
I should point...

You'll get your chance, Ms Meikle.

There are cameras in the
radio station, aren't there,

to broadcast to the website and so on?

That's right.

But the cameras weren't operating
on this particular occasion?

No, because Max asked
me to switch them off.

The switch in the control
room merely turns off the feed,

doesn't it?

Doesn't turn off the cameras as such.

Nobody told the police this, did they?

No.

You have access to the footage of
this alleged as*ault, don't you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Hanging, drawing and quartering.

Water-boarding's very popular.

Yeah, you can stop right there.

We've settled
on crucifixion, Max.

- Okay, mate, joke's over.
- What the hell was that?

- Well, let's just...
- Who is this dickhead?

- Security!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing,
mate? You're a dickhead!

My learned friend would have us believe

that my client assaulted Mr Lawrence.

My submission is there's
no proof of that,

and even if Mr Docker did
as*ault Mr Lawrence,

he was clearly acting in self-defence.

That was brilliant.

You forgot to mention you're
quite good at this lawyer stuff.

You know, sometimes,

despite years of rigorous training
in the complexities of the law,

it all just boils down to
a little razzle dazzle.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not for me, thanks.

I'm still a bit seedy. But you
go ahead. Have one for me.

You seeing your friend again tonight?

Thought we were civilised men.

We are, civilised, curious men.

So feel free to spill your guts.

Yeah, maybe I will have that scotch.

Cheers.

So it's not just a one night thing?

Oh, let's just say I'm hopeful.

I, uh, spent the night with... my ex.

To hope, then.

Rightio, folks,
we're closing in.

Oh, my girl!

Martha.

How are you, love? Hmm?

I'm reading the book you
brought into the hospital.

This is my friend, Josephine.

She's a lawyer.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Ah, Seven Little Australians.

I tried to read it, but there are
words I still don't understand.

Oh, it's probably
for the best, love.

Sometimes breaking the rules gets
you into a whole lot of hot water.

She needs vancomycin. If I can
get some, I can treat her here.

Only until we negotiate
some sort of solution.

Then we have to get her back.

They don't want to prosecute this.

Cut a deal and get the charges dropped.

What would that achieve? The whole
debate ends up gagged again.

Well, you get Martha out of trouble.
Probably the doctor as well.

It's not good enough.

Ms Newton's client is in no
position to argue, Mr Whitley.

With respect, Minister, Ms Newton's
client has no need to bargain.

The only evidence the police
have against Ms Payne

is the CCTV of her pushing a laundry
trolley along a hospital corridor.

Wait outside, please.

If I could have a private
word with Ms Newton.

All right, let's hear it.

You don't want to demonise
an elderly citizen,

especially one who has
sacrificed years of her life

as a hospital volunteer.

All we want is the girl back.

Exactly.

And prosecuting a doctor

who has done nothing more than
care for his patient's well-being

isn't going to get you any closer.

Do you know where Nassim Zari is?

I know that if she doesn't come back,

the government is going to look
uncaring, or irresponsible.

I'm listening.

We both know that you
have discretion to remove charges

when there is no likelihood
of securing a conviction

and it's not in the public interest.

What are you asking for?

We're as relieved as Nassim's doctor

that she's been found safe and well.

Let's just focus on that.

Will she be allowed
to stay in Australia?

Our only concern at
the moment is Nassim's welfare.

She'll stay at the hospital until
she's returned to full health

and... and then we'll reassess
her visa application.

What about you, Dr Renfree?

The charges against yourself and
Martha Payne have been dropped.

Yes, that's right, and we're
very pleased with the result.

So I will personally
be accompanying Dr Renfree

back to the detention centre next week,

so I can see the conditions for myself.

Thank you.

Well, that's something
to celebrate, isn't it?

Shall we?

But...?

But I might have to take a
rain check on the celebrations.

Okay. What about tomorrow, then?

Good idea.

Oh, well. I'm overdue for
a quiet night with Lydia.

See you in the morning.

- Hello.
- Hi.

How's Martha going?

She's very happy to be off
the hook on kidnapping

and ready for her next crusade.

What's that?

Unfair dismissal. The hospital
asked her to hand in her tunic.

She's a volunteer.

She claims that the hospital
paid for her bus fare

and the other Pink Ladies
have all gone out on strike.

Oh, I want a retirement
plan just like Martha's.

Retirement? You?

Yeah, okay. Don't hold your breath.

You just don't know when to stop.

Why would I stop? I'm
just getting started.

- Night!
- Night-night.

Ah, how's our Knox
Music Scholarship going?

Posted the letter of
congratulations yet?

Yes, it's posted. Might take a
little while to get there, though.

I forgot to post it express.

Did your Dad talk to
you about sleepovers?

He tried.

We don't want to ruin your life.

We just... It's part of our job
description, to worry about you.

Don't. The whole thing
with Alex was a mistake.

- Oh, even so.
- It won't happen again.

But when it does with someone else,

we need to lay down some ground rules.

Do we have to talk about this?

At some point, we should.

Is Dad coming over tonight?

No.

What about the other night?

Do we have to talk about this?

You're going to have to face
it at some point, young lady.

Maybe that was a mistake too.

Heard Craig's news?

Finchleys offered him all their legals.
Nationally.

Well, that's his drought broken, then.

Yeah, he'll be even
more insufferable now.

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Nothing.

Do you wanna do nothing together?

Sure.

So, how is Fumbles the clerk going?

Didn't fumble so much today.

Oh, really?

This man is the same man who has
previously appeared before me

accused of burning down
your former office.

How can you want to help that nutcase?
He tried to k*ll us.

You called me a big, fat
liar and a hopeless lawyer.

I shouldn't have said those things.
You're not fat.

That's a really lovely dress.

That's one of my favourite colours, red.

I thought you wanted
me to run this case.

Uh, yeah. I do.

Police aren't buying your story, Harry.

Your dad's really worried
about you, mate.

- Harry?
- Shut up, Harry.

Ooh!

Happy days! Well done!

The other night was
nice, Cal. Really nice.

- But I should have put you in a cab.
- Why?

Because now it's messy.

Uh, bad time?

Sex and takeaway.