01x07 - Terminal Velocity

[bunniefuu]

We oppose bail, Your Honour.

Based on the strength of the evidence,

Mr Aristides is likely to receive
a sentence of imprisonment.

Oh, God!

Grab him!

Josephine Newton's a hopeless lawyer!

She's a big fat liar! Don't
nobody give her a job!

sh*t a brick!

Fireys reckon it was deliberate.
You reckon it was Nikos?

Their insurance company sent
through another letter of demand.

And the doc says that my tendon
was nearly completely severed.

Your landlord thinks you're on dr*gs.

If you want to sue him, we
have to prove that you're not.

Of course, having you in there,
that'll spice things up a bit.

Not... Well, I didn't mean, you know...

Not... not like Indian spice.
I didn't mean...

WOMAN: It's me, Rose!

I just thought I'd let you
know I'm going to Bali!

- (LAUGHS)
- How?!

You don't have any money!

Is this a good idea?

No.

Ah, what the hell.

What about the other night?

Well, maybe that was a mistake too.

- Hey, what are you doing tonight?
- Nothing.

Do you wanna do nothing together?

Sure.

♪ It ain't no joke I'd like
to buy the world a toke ♪

♪ And teach the world to
sing in perfect harmony ♪

♪ And teach the world to snuff
the fires and the liars ♪

♪ Hey, I know it's just a song
but it's spice for the recipe ♪

♪ This is a love att*ck I know,
went out, but it's back ♪

♪ It's just like any fad It
retracts before impact ♪

♪ And just like fashion ♪

♪ It's a passion for
the with it and hip ♪

♪ If you got the goods, they'll come
and buy it ♪

♪ just to stay in the clique ♪

♪ So don't delay, act now
Supplies are running out ♪

♪ Allow if you're still alive
Six to eight years to arrive ♪

♪ And if you follow, there
may be a tomorrow ♪

♪ But if the offer's shun, you might
as well be walkin' on the sun ♪

♪ You might as well be
walkin' on the sun. ♪

MAN: Where do you think you're going?

BOY: You're the groundsman, right?

I'm Harry, James's friend.

The family's away. But I
think you already know that.

- Ah, look, listen, Terry?
- Trevor.

Right, I just dropped
in to get my sneakers.

- Take a seat.
- I've gotta be somewhere.

Too late.

Can I go now?

The only place you're going
is the police station.

But we're going to organise
bail as soon as we can.

- So they're still charging me.
- Yeah.

The police aren't buying
your story, Harry.

I doubt the magistrate will either.

Isn't that your job?

To convince them?

Your dad says that you've been
selling designer sneakers online.

- I get them from China.
- Mm-hm.

Cheap, and onsell them.

James complained about the colour
so I was going to swap them.

Your dad's really worried
about you, mate.

No, he isn't.

No, he's worried I'll
mess with his reputation

and cost him a fortune in legal fees.

- How much are you charging him?
- Not enough.

Harry, you've had quite a
history with the police.

Yeah, but...

But nothing. This is your third offence.

They could lock you up.
You've been lucky so far.

This is a mix-up.

Those shoes were mine,

and James said I could
drop over anytime.

Okay, that's good.

We can use that to argue that you
had permission to enter the house.

- Via the bathroom window?
- Where can we find James?

Either surfing the Mentawis
or snowboarding in Japan.

What do you think?

What's the story with his parents?

Lost his mum when he was .

His dad's in New York, tied up
negotiating a big deal with the UN.

Hmm, interesting priorities.

He's rescued Harry too many times.

Now it's your turn.

Adrian is an old mate. He's
relying on me to sort this.

It's been a while since I've
done a summary offence.

I'd really appreciate your opinion.

Okay, well, you could mount
an emotional argument.

Dead mother, an absent father,

thrown into boarding
school at the age of .

- Plead guilty?
- Well...

No, the dad won't go for it.
It's not an option.

LEWIS: So what's wrong
with boarding school?

Oh, you know the psychobabble.
It's privileged abandonment.

Poor little boys, packed off
with their rugby balls,

told to forget the people they love.

They grow up mistrustful and
unable to express emotion.

You do know I went to a
boarding school, don't you?

I know you went to some
school in the leafy suburbs.

But I grew up in outer suburbia.
That's half a galaxy away.

- Who paid for it?
- Scholarship.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

I was smart enough to make
both my brothers hate me.

Going to boarding school
made them hate me even more.

What about becoming a barrister?
Did they warm to that?

Not really. My mother's
coming around, though.

Oh, she's impressed you made silk?

No, I got her off a parking ticket.

Ah, is this what you had in mind?

The judge likes a good Scotch.

Mmm, I've heard he likes
a little too much.

Make sure you pass on my regards.

Craig swung himself an invite to
Christopher Elvin's birthday party.

Oh, nice work. Always pays to
stay in good with the judge.

Unless the party's so good
you make a pass at her.

It happened once.

Doesn't this guy belong
to you, Josephine?

NEWSREADER: (ON LAPTOP) Nikos Aristides,

who escaped custody
after being charged...

CLAIRE: It's Nikos Aristides,
and he's been arrested.

- He doesn't exactly belong to me.
- But he's your client.

Was.

NEWSREADER: Aristides now faces charges

of absconding from lawful custody

and a second arson charge for burning
down his solicitor's office.

Thank you, Claire.

NIKOS: (ON TV) Josephine
Newton is a hopeless lawyer!

- She's a...
- Big fat liar.

Don't nobody give her a job!

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Ah, lucky I've got other referees!

Hello, Helena.

Why are we even giving
Nikos the time of day?

He blew up our office!

Well, you do at least owe him
the courtesy of explaining

why you're not going
to take on the case.

Me? Why do I have to tell him?

You're the one he asked for,
and you were his solicitor.

But I'm not a solicitor anymore.

And he asked you to brief me.

Besides, I'm emotionally involved.

And I'm not? He incinerated
my graduation photo.

Get in the car. Please.

It was the worst day of my life.

There is no more Josephine
could have done, Nikos.

The barrister was dumped
on her at the last minute.

- He was just...
- An idiot.

So now she owes me a favour.

Nikos, you b*rned down my office
and you expect me to defend you?

I swear to you I didn't do it.

You abused me on national television.

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

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

But you're a barrister now
and you're my friend.

The police have an eyewitness who claims

he saw you throwing a Molotov cocktail

in through the back
window of our old office.

It wasn't me!

I'm sick of being on the run.
I want to clear my name.

That's why I need you, Josephine.

Let me get this straight, Ms Newton.

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

accused of burning down
your former office.

JOSEPHINE: Yes, Your Honour.

And I understand that it would
be inappropriate for me

to defend that charge,

but I will continue to
represent Mr Aristides

on the first charge of arson...

To save the court time, Your Honour,

the prosecution has opted to
consolidate all three charges,

in which case, Ms Newton has a conflict,

especially as we'll be calling
her as a witness to one of them.

- What's he saying?
- Shh!

I have to agree, Ms Newton.

I'm sure you're an
excellent multi-tasker,

but you can't be a victim, witness

and a legal representative all at once.

- I want Josephine!
- Silence, Mr Aristides.

You will have fair legal representation.

No, you can't do this to me! Not again!

Mr Aristides, if you say another word,

I will hold you in contempt.

(WHISPERS) Please!

A part of me actually believes him.

Don't look at me like I'm crazy.

Was trying not to.

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

He claims that he didn't, but of
all the fires that Nikos lit:

the toilet block, the car, the
house, he admitted to all of them.

He pleaded guilty. He never denied
lighting any of those fires.

But he denies the
restaurant and the office?

Possibly because he
didn't burn them down.

The police only have got one eyewitness.

That's one more than Nikos.

Well maybe they missed some. What
about the local shopkeepers?

I can ring around.

No, no one should be doing anything.

Johnny, how many chances were you given?

Mmm.

Yeah, look, if we're
gonna talk to anyone,

I should do it face-to-face.

I know them all. They'll talk to me.

You can buy me a burger.

There's only one tiny problem. I
thought we couldn't act for Nikos.

I can't, as his former solicitor,

but there's nothing stopping you
from briefing someone else.

Sorry to drag you off the slopes, James.

I just wanted to ask
you a few questions.

No problem.

As you know, I'm
representing Harry Sutton,

and he says he's a good friend of yours.

- Not really.
- He was a bad influence.

We told James to stay right away.

Has he admitted to the break-in?

Well, Harry says he was
retrieving some sneakers

that he'd sold to James.

Well, that's ridiculous.

He says that he had permission
to enter the house.

It's pretty clear he didn't. We've
said all this to the police.

James has nothing further to add.

This is a very serious
matter, Mr Norton.

Harry's only . He's the
same age as your son.

He has priors and he's
facing a burglary charge.

If he doesn't get a
sympathetic magistrate,

he could wind up with
a custodial sentence.

Might be a good thing. Might
bring him to his senses.

James is flying home tonight for uni.

We don't want him being
harassed by anyone over this.

Do I make myself clear?

Thanks for answering my questions.
Sorry to disturb your holiday.

James must have guessed
the sneakers were dodgy.

Probably.

Much easier for the parents

to point their finger at
the bad friend, though.

I can't say I blame
them in Harry's case.

- He's going through a rough patch.
- Mmm.

There's too many
mind-altering substances.

What kind of substances?

Oh, bit of a pot habit,
party dr*gs. Nothing lethal.

What he needs is a good
strong role model.

Mm-hm. Well don't look at me. Bingo.

On the other hand, I could become
his best friend, try to reform him

and then when I let him down,

he could scream abuse
at me on national media

then incinerate my office.

I'm not representing Nikos this time.

What happened to your overdeveloped
sense of responsibility?

I'm taking a leaf out of your
book. Taking a step back.

There's only a few left.

From a certain angle,

I can still see the little
boarding school boy in you.

Mm-hm.

So, will you be my junior?

You don't have to love Harry, but
his dad is paying me a fortune

to throw everything I can at the case.

On one condition.

That you find someone to represent
my pyromaniac. Someone tough.

Nikos can't lose again.

CLAIRE: Have my contracts arrived yet?

JACKIE: Yes, they did. Half an hour ago.

Are you serious?

They don't come tougher than Claire.

She'd sue herself if she could. Hi.

- Sorry, are you busy?
- Yeah.

- Oh, can we talk later?
- No, damage is done.

Ah, I have a case. Well, I had a case.

I lost it because of a conflict.

- Are you always this confusing?
- Um...

I'm just wondering if
you could help me out.

- Why?
- Sorry?

Why would I help you?

Because it's a tough case

and because, um,

you look like someone who
would be up for a challenge.

- Do I?
- Forget it.

It was just a stupid idea.
It was just a favour.

- Okay, that could work.
- Pardon?

The favour bank thing.
That could work for me.

Oh, so you'll do it?

It's always good to have someone
in chambers who owes me.

MAN: Hello! Is anyone there?

- (KNOCKS)
- HELENA: Oh, Sergeant Malouf.

I hope you don't mind me
popping by like this.

It's... it's about Nikos Aristides.

Arson Squad have got a confession

on that fire at the Prodosia Restaurant.

It was one of their suppliers.

The charges for absconding and burning
down your office still stand,

of course.

Thank you, Sergeant. It's really
good of you to let us know.

Not a problem. No worries.

Can I... can I just say that, um,

that's a really lovely
dress that you're wearing?

That's one of my favourite colours, red.

- Pink.
- Pink.

- Thank you.
- That's all right.

I... I'm just wondering, do
you get out and about much?

Do you...?

Oh, yes, well, it's important
when you work indoors all day.

Yeah, especially when
you work in a car park.

Helena's free to get out and
about tomorrow night, aren't ya?

Oh, good.

Yeah, she finishes about six.

Yes. (CLEARS THROAT) I do. I mean I...

Um. (CLEARS THROAT) I can.

That's... that's... that's perfect.

I'll see you then.

Back... back to work.

(PHONE RINGS)

I hope you didn't get Japanese.

No. Was I meant to?

Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

Uh, bad time?

No. sh**t.

Ah, so Claire agreed to
represent my pyromaniac.

So I guess I'm helping you with Harry.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Just hold on. There's
someone at the door.

Sex and takeaway.

Ah, you sound a little busy.

Yeah. Sorry, it's just some kids.

Maybe we should talk tomorrow.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Who was that?
- Er, Josephine.

Oh, you didn't want
her to know I'm here.

I thought we were being discreet,

about whatever it is we've got going on.

- Oh, discreet?
- Mmm.

- And fast. I only have an hour.
- Okay.

You're late and you've
missed everything.

What have I missed?

- Hello, stranger.
- Callum.

- Hey. I was just dropping, ah, Lyds...
- Hi.

- Hi... Lyds off. I'll take that.
- Thank you.

Here.

And guess who else is here.

- Surprise!
- Oh, God!

- Mwah!
- I thought you were still in Bali.

I had some cash flow problems
so I had to come home early.

Ta.

Look at you two.

Have you always been so lovely, Callum?

Have you had some kind of
spiritual transformation?

- Hmm.
- Huh?

Don't you think he's different?

Not really.

Yeah, he's being all courteous.

Oh, is there something that
you guys aren't telling me?

Was there some horizontal
hula while I was away?

You're out of control. There's
no more wine for you.

LYDIA: We need music.

- Great idea.
- Maybe I should, ah, go.

Oh, you're welcome to stay and eat.

Dad, stay.

LEWIS: Take some sushi
with you if you want.

See you in the office.

Yes. Hey, next time, maybe we
should do something different.

Go to the movies. Change of venue.

No, thanks. I'm happy with this.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Apparently you have a late appointment.
Harry Sutton.

Got your message. James
won't back me up.

Got any other ideas?

Well, you said that you
bought the sneakers online.

If we could have a
look at your laptop...

Can't. Got a virus.

Yeah, right.

- Where are you living?
- Around.

Listen, could you lend me some cash?

Just a couple of hundred bucks
or more if you feel like it.

Seriously? Do you think I'm
going to give you money?

- I'll pay you back.
- No.

You think I'm gonna score. Is that it?

- No idea.
- I'm clean. I've told you that.

I just need some money to pay for a
couple of nights' accommodation.

I've maxed all Dad's cards.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

I could stay there.
It looks comfortable.

No.

I need somewhere, just tonight.

I owe everyone money.

- Like who?
- You don't want to know.

Okay. One night.

Yeah, cool. Good. Thanks.

- LYDIA: Dad, a hug before you go.
- Oh, I thought you were asleep.

- I'm going now. Bye.
- Night.

- Oh, goodnight, pumpkin.
- Bye, Dad.

Oh, someone's happy.

Thought we might have traumatised her.

The other night. It was
nice, Cal, really nice.

But I should have put you in a cab.

- Why?
- Because now it's messy.

Oh, I can live with messy.

It's okay. I know it
doesn't fix anything.

- No. It was a moment of weakness.
- Mmm.

Well, let me know if
it happens again, eh?

HARRY: You are way cooler than Dad.

That's still not a compliment, is it?

Not really.

Maybe James will change his mind.

His parents don't want
him to get involved.

We'll have to come up with
a different strategy.

You're good, right? You can get me off?

Won't matter how good I am.

We still have to convince the
magistrate that you won't reoffend.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Claire. Who's she?
- Colleague.

- Gonna answer it?
- No.

Oh, I saw the light.

Zareb, Harry. Harry, Zareb.

- Ms Russo doesn't need to know.
- I understand.

I'm here first. I can wake you up.

Thanks. Uh, just tip me off the couch.

Thanks, Zareb.

Okay.

Sleep tight.

Wake up! Ms Russo will be here
in minutes. You have to go!

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

- Morning!
- Morning, Zareb.

Harry, wake, she's early.

Quick, you have to get out of here now!
Quick! Quick!

Zareb!

Hey, I'm here, Ms Russo.

Oh, I... I thought I heard voices.

No, just me. I was singing. (LAUGHS)

Like my cousin, you remember? (SINGS)

Breakfast?

Well, just remember that
this is a workplace.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Jackie.
- Ah, Lewis.

- Mr Sutton.
- Zareb.

ZAREB: Hey.

HARRY: Omelettes are for old people.

You can't eat an omelette for breakfast.

Shut up. Eat your cornflakes.
There's a spoon here.

You're out of milk.

Bar fridge in the conference room.

In the bar fridge in
the conference room.

- Thank you.
- You guys are getting an early start.

He's had some accommodation issues.
He crashed on the couch.

Oh, you let him stay here?

It's just temporary.

I put some calls in to his dad, but...

We can postpone until he returns.

And the court'll go easier on
Harry if he has parental support.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Dad!

No, no, it's under control.

I didn't ask you for anything.
I don't want it.

No, there's nothing in the papers.

Just go back to your high-powered
bullshit and don't worry about it.

Bye.

Dad sends his love.

You know he'd be here if he could.

Yeah, sure.

(EXCLAIMS)

Sorry.

Your dad does care about you.

No, he doesn't.

That's okay, as long
as he pays your bill.

What are my chances of getting off?

We talk about what an
outstanding young man you are.

How nothing will be achieved by
giving you a custodial sentence.

How you're remorseful

and you're prepared to make
amends and serve the community.

Well, when you say it like
that, even I like me.

And it would be good if you had a job.

Curriculum vitae, Harry Sutton.
What about work experience?

I'm . How many jobs
am I meant to have had?

By the time I was your age, I had
rolled a thousand kegs at the pub

and stocked shelves at
the local supermarket

and worked as a pest control technician.

- (LAUGHS) Oh, that sounds interesting.
- It was.

Can you tell us some more about that?

Imagine the height of
summer, under a tin roof,

full beekeeper's suit, stabbing
away at a horde of angry wasps.

See? And I worked for pest control too.
I waitressed in a nightclub.

- Did you have a uniform?
- Uh, only just.

You got some good marks at school.

Useless, apart from getting me into uni.

- Oh, you went to university?
- Fine arts.

- Can you paint?
- No.

But I can bullshit on about art.

- Oh, why does that not surprise me?
- This here, it's a Perkins.

Probably late period, probably
forty to fifty grand.

It's a very ordinary
example of a great artist,

but it's a status symbol
to own a Perkins.

Oh, excuse me. Can you... I've
just got to follow something up.

Sorry, Harry.

- I'm having second thoughts.
- About Claire?

No, about Sergeant Malouf.

Oh, come on, you're officially divorced.
You're free!

And he's probably not an axe m*rder*r.

Oh, there's Claire. Come on,
let me introduce you properly.

- (MACHINE BEEPS)
- (JACKIE SIGHS)

She looks scarier up close.

Can't you make it go any faster?

Well, I don't know what's wrong with it.

I've already kicked it today.

Claire, this is Helena Chatterjee,

your instructing
solicitor for Aristides.

Haven't we already done introductions?

Well, digitally, which
can be very impersonal.

And efficient.

Uh, Helena's just had word

that the arson charges against
Nikos for the restaurant fire...

They've been withdrawn. I heard.

Don't you have anything
to do, Josephine?

(KNOCKS) Excuse me. Did
someone order Japanese?

Yep, that was me. Thank you.

I thought you wanted
me to run this case.

Um...

Uh, yeah, well, it's just
part of the handover,

just updating you on the
previous charges for Nikos.

All of them prejudicial,
so of no use whatsoever.

And, look, if you don't find me some
hard evidence in the next hours,

I will flick this brief
before you can say Aristides.

You're right, she's not scary at all.

No!

HELENA: Nikos, please help us here.
Let's go through your alibi.

I don't have an alibi. I
was hiding from the cops.

The idea was not to be seen by anyone.

- Where were you?
- My brother's warehouse.

Well, didn't your brother see you?

He has kids. I didn't want
to drag him into my mess.

Where's Claire, and why are you here?

As your friend, Nikos,

and if I can help Helena and
help her brief Claire...

If we can prove that

the Newton's Legal fire doesn't
fit your usual pattern,

then we're halfway there.

Well, it doesn't fit. I started
mine with paper and matches.

It's kid's stuff. I wouldn't know
how to make a Molotov cocktail.

Please tell me you've made some
progress with Nikos's case.

SKYE: We think we've
found another witness.

Patty was hanging around Newton's
Legal the whole day of the fire.

I thought she only got back
when we did, in the afternoon.

No, Tony from the newsagency said

she loaned a plastic jug to water
our plants long before that.

Yeah, but the only problem is
we can't get a hold of her.

She hasn't been at the pokies for days

and she's gone AWOL from bingo.

Can you compare the forensic
evidence of the restaurant fire

with our office fire?

If they're the same MO,
could prove a link.

Gotcha!

Has Harry finished his CV?

I don't know. I left
him to get creative.

Mmm.

He still thinks I'm gonna get him off.

What do you think?

We have a -year-old whose family
has virtually abandoned him.

He's squandered every opportunity.

He's got a history of offending,
he's yet to show any remorse,

he's dropped out of uni, he has
no prospects of getting a job.

I mean, it just feels like he's out
of options and out of chances.

Maybe it's time for something drastic,

like facing the consequences?

Notice anything?

Eric's painting's gone.

Eric's extremely valuable
painting has gone.

After you left, I came in here.
Harry had gone and so had that.

- Have you tried calling Harry?
- Yeah, no answer.

What do I do?

I don't know. I've got problems
on my own working with Claire.

She's got a very interesting
bedside manner.

Right. I've never worked
that closely with her.

Really?

Sounded like you were working
quite closely with her last night

over Japanese.

Well, about as closely
as you've been working

on your domestic situation with your ex.

Sorry?

Callum told me about your rapprochement.

- Did he?
- Yep.

I wouldn't call it that.
I'd call it complicated.

Well, that's something that
Claire and I definitely are not.

What's happened to the Perkins?

I tripped and knocked it off the wall.

It was my fault. I tipped some...

- It's been taken to be revalued.
- It's being reframed.

- And reframed.
- Reframed.

- The rich delinquent took it, right?
- I'll get it back.

Ohh! You've got until tomorrow morning.

Thank you. Thank you.

(SIGHS)

- Is this Harry's?
- Yes.

- What's he swallowing now?
- Zifferin.

- Never heard of it.
- I have... somewhere.

I'll go track Harry down.

I'm sure these were the
same pills Rose was taking

when we looked into her damages case.

Wasn't she suing someone?

Only because the landlord
was suing her first,

after she smashed the
door of her apartment.

- What a psycho.
- Johnny!

Oh, no offence.

Zifferin.

I was checking everything she
was taking like you asked me,

and it was mostly vitamins, supplements,

and I remember putting the container
in the file, with the others.

Yeah, well the only cabinet that
survived the fire is right there.

Aha.

Ahh, you're lucky we've still got
the second half of the alphabet.

Ah.

Turmeric. Valerian herbal sleep tonic.

- No.
- And SlimVim.

Nuh, it was in there, I remember,

because I had it in my hand
when I called the manufacturer.

What did they say?

Well, not much.

I gave them Rose's name, I explained
about the insurance case.

They sent me from
department to department

and no one told me anything.

Okay. Arson report. Are you ready?

The fire at the restaurant
and your old office

were both started with metho and
a tea towel jammed in a bottle.

As we thought. Identical.

But you said your place
went up with a bang.

JOSEPHINE: Mmm.

Someone wanted to cause maximum damage.

Sounding less and less like Nikos.

And I think I've tracked Patty
down for court tomorrow.

JOHNNY: We've tracked Patty down.

Excuse me, Lewis.

He's back.

- I'm sorry, okay?
- Where's the painting?

- I took it to a guy.
- Who is he?

Doesn't matter. He's just a middleman.

I need money to pay James to back me up.

You're gonna bribe him?

It's a waste of time.
It isn't up to James.

His parents want the
police to prosecute.

Okay, it was a dumb idea.

No, I'm done. I'm finding
someone else to represent you.

I'll fix this, I promise.

The only way you can do that
is return the painting,

front up to court with a guilty plea

and cop whatever sentence they give you.

Get out.

You right, brother?

HARRY: Yeah, I'm great.

You know there's a
place near the station

if you need a bed for the night.

With a hundred farting
alcoholics and psychos.

Oh, you been there?

Lucky guess.

Don't go anywhere.

So you stole a painting.
What I want to know is why.

Because I'm an idiot.

Look, I used to steal cars. I get that.

- But you can't drive a painting.
- No, you can't.

Think I blew my last chance with Lewis.

Did he call the cops?

Well, then, you're still in
the game, mate. You're lucky.

Look, when someone believes
in ya, when they help ya,

you can't just throw that away.

If you want to prove that
you're not a complete loser,

you have to pay back the favour.

Hey! I just bought the best dress ever!

On my credit card?

Yeah, you said I could
use it for essentials.

And it's amazing. Like, we can share it.

And your wardrobe needs some sexing up,

with all those suits you wear.

Have you heard of Zifferin?

Maybe.

Because I think these are the same pills

that we found in your medicine cabinet.

Yeah, they could be for
headaches or allergies

or maybe those hives I get
from bananas or something.

Rose, I need you to think
carefully about this. Zifferin.

It was a way of earning
a bit of extra cash.

- What was?
- The drug trial.

You did a drug trial for Zifferin?

Mmm.

Why didn't you tell me?

'Cause I knew you'd get all judgy.

And you'd give me that look.

That one.

- Are you still taking it?
- No.

You took 'em off me 'cause
you said I was on dr*gs.

No, your landlord said you were on dr*gs

because you went crazy and
you damaged his door.

He just didn't want to pay for it.

What do they do?

I don't know, they help with addiction.

Addiction?

You like a wine or two but
you're not an addict, are you?

(GIGGLES) Yes, I am. I've
got heaps of addictions.

Shopping and diet pills, sex.

They were paying me a lot of money.

(PHONE RINGS)

Lewis, I'll call you back.

What? Where's he gone?

He's not answering my calls.

Standard adolescent punishment.

Oh, I shouldn't have
let him go like that.

What if this guy refuses
to give back the painting?

Harry gets done for theft.

I don't know what's going on with him.
Maybe he's using again.

I think he's on some
sort of rehab program.

The Zifferin that we found in his
backpack, Rose was taking it.

It's meant to help with addiction.

- (PHONE BEEPS)
- It's him.

- Uh-huh.
- He's gone to pick up the painting.

Does he say where?

He wants me to meet him with transport.

- Oh, does he?
- Yep.

Oh, not exactly a salubrious address.

Wasn't there a drive-by
sh**ting there recently?

- I'll make sure I duck.
- Oh, I'm coming too.

- Bad idea.
- I'll show up anyway.

I know the address. We'll take my car.
You can navigate.

Why don't we take my
car and you navigate?

Well, 'cause my car's got street cred.
And I can drive.

Says the woman who reversed into a tram.

- Which came out of nowhere.
- Trams run on tracks.

Well, not all of them.

Thank you.

Did a wine appreciation
course last month.

- It was very interesting.
- (PHONE BUZZES)

Acidity.

The wine course.

Aroma, aftertaste.

Mainly A words, I think they were.

- Alcoholic, I think, was one.
- (LAUGHS)

Um, how's... how's yours?

_

Where were we?

- You were gonna, um...
- Oh, my wine. Yeah.

Ooh, it's lovely.

- Gotta spit it into a bowl.
- What?

- I'm kidding.
- (GIGGLES)

- (BOTH LAUGH)
- I got ya!

- You did!
- (PHONE BUZZES)

- I'm so sorry.
- That's all right.

- No worries. That's okay.
- Quickly.

You what? You wanna... okay!

That's good. It's all... it's all good.

It's going well except I'm
being bombarded with messages.

Oh, sorry. I'm glad
you're enjoying yourself.

Did you know he was a wine buff?

I'll just get out of the cubicle.

Oh, no!

Helena! (WHISTLES)

Helena! Can you hear me?

Josephine! Josephine, can you hear me?

Helena, I can't hear you. I've gotta go.

Have a great evening!

(KNOCKS)

If your car wasn't living in the
' s, it'd have hands-free.

My car is solid steel. You just wait
till they start sh**ting. Ping!

I brought my alarm whistle,
in case you get scared.

Seriously?

Yeah, but you really have to be scared,

'cause it will burst your eardrums.

JOHNNY: (WHISPERS) Hurry up!

I think his girlfriend saw me! Here!

Johnny, what are you doing here?

Where the hell have you been?

You gave me crap directions.
Is that gonna fit in the car?

Why do we have to talk about that here?

Come on!

Stop right there, Harry. Why'd you
bring my parents into all this sh*t?

James.

And now you've brought them here.
You're a moron! You little ponce!

- Ponce? What kind of word is that?
- Oh, shut up, Harry!

- Shut up, Harry!
- (GRUNTS)

What'd you... what'd you
do to him? You hurt him.

- Nah, I'm okay.
- No, he's not, ya shithead!

Harry! Johnny, break em up!

Johnny, break, em up!

Whistle.

Hey, come on. Hey, get off him!

That's enough. That's enough.

(WALKIN' ON THE SUN
BY SMASH MOUTH PLAYS)

Oh!

Lewis, come on!

Is he okay?

Johnny!

You need to read them the riot act.

Can't you?

You need the practice.

Well, I hope you two are
pleased with yourselves.

Sorry you got hurt.

Johnny, you should know better.

- With your track record, that's...
- Yeah.

Garage was full of stolen goods.

Yeah, well I couldn't
let him go on his own.

And we did get the painting back.

- LEWIS: Yes, you did.
- So are we square?

Let's hope those bruises don't
show up in court tomorrow.

No damage?

None that you'd notice, but...

Ah...

is there something
different about this room?

No, Mr Whitley, everything is
in perfect order, as always.

Oh! How was the party?

The head of Elvin's old firm wants
me to do his property case.

- Aha! Happy days! Well done.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

How you feeling after the...

I'll live. Thanks for asking, though.

Well, at least James won't
be pressing as*ault charges,

after what we saw in that garage.

Still doesn't get Harry
off the burglary.

Unless James' parents lobbied
the police to drop the charges.

Why would they do that?

If they found out that their
model son recruited Harry

to work in his stolen property racket?

Bearing in mind that if
Harry's case goes ahead,

we might have to call
James as a witness.

To give his version of

how he came to have so many
sneakers in his cupboard.

Exactly. Could be awkward
for the whole family.

HELENA: I called Sergeant
Malouf this morning.

He doesn't believe me, I can tell.

What did you tell him?

That I got stuck in the ladies',
my phone slipped under the door

and the cleaners had to let me out.

Yeah, I wouldn't have believed that
either. Just give him some time.

For what?

To realise that is such a crazy
story you couldn't have made it up.

Here she comes.

Where's the witness you promised me?

She's due here any minute.

We intercepted her at a
pokies venue this morning.

Sorry, you'll just have to
stall until she gets here.

Mr Matteo, how do you know
that it was a Molotov cocktail

this man threw, and not just a bottle?

Because I could smell the stuff.

And I saw the contents of the bottle.

How?

He was standing right in front
of me when he threw it.

- So you were behind him?
- Yes.

So you didn't see his face?

No, but he was wearing a beanie,
just like the guy on the screen.

A red beanie? They're fairly
common, wouldn't you say?

No, it wasn't just red.

What colour do you think it was?

I remember exactly. It was
red with five black stripes.

That's a Spiders' beanie.

Now, I wouldn't forget that,
because I barrack for them too.

JUDGE: Where's your
next witness, Ms Zhang?

Nikos was a Spiders fanatic.

I... I should have known that.

I'm the one who found her.

While I was waiting for
her at the bus stop

where she was supposed to be!

But I knew she'd be across
the road at the bowling club

playing the pokies, didn't I, Patty?

I made bucks.

Is that the pensioner?

Oh, I wouldn't call
her that to her face.

Hey, Patty!

And were you at the front
of Ms Newton's office

the whole time, Ms Linden?

No. Well, first I went and got
a paper and ate me sandwich,

then I went round the back
and watered the pot plants.

They're mostly cuttings from me
but they never look after 'em.

Mm-hm.

And in all the time you were
waiting outside Newton's Legal,

did you see anyone acting suspiciously?

Yeah, a man.

He almost bowled me over about ten
minutes before the place blew up.

Then he took off in a big black car.

- And can you describe this man?
- Mean-looking. Fair hair.

Well, as he brushed past me,
his Spiders beanie fell off

and I remember thinking,
"I could do with a rinse."

Right. Was it the man
over here that you saw?

No. I said fair hair, not black.

- Can't walk, but I'm not blind.
- Of course. I'm... sorry.

Uh, did you tell the police?

Well, not straightaway.

I mean, when the place
blew up I got flattened,

and they sent me to
hospital for a check-up.

Right, but did you
eventually make a statement?

Oh, I told some young Connie.
I thought he'd pass it on.

Sorry, to clarify,

no one from the police
followed up on the information

that you gave to the constable that day?

Nope. No one.

Ah. No further questions.

JUDGE: Perhaps, given this new evidence,

the prosecution might like to take
some time to consider their case.

Missing a key witness,
shoddy police work.

Makes you all look
incompetent, doesn't it?

What do you want?

He pleads guilty to absconding
and you drop the arson charge

and any push for an immediate
custodial sentence.

Oh, come on!

Or you go back in there and
explain to the magistrate

why you've wasted the court's
time with a half-baked brief.

Suspended sentence! Thank you!

Any time, Nikos, any time.

Mwah!

- Come on, let's do the paperwork.
- Claire Zhang is the best lawyer!

Everyone should give her a job!

- Oh, what am I, chopped liver?
- Mwah!

CLAIRE: Your pensioner made
me look good in there,

so I'm calling the favour bank even.

Oh.

MR NORTON: But James had no idea
those sneakers were stolen.

LEWIS: And if you drop the charges,

James won't be dragged to
court to explain that.

We'll do what we can.

How long have you been in rehab?

I'm not. Not officially.

But you're clean.

Yeah. Yeah. I... um, I did a drug
trial a couple of months back.

Um, they gave us Zifferin.

What's it meant to do?

Uh, stop the cravings.

Um, but it all got too
hard, so I bailed.

But you kept the Zifferin.

I knocked off what I could.

Yeah, it seems our friend James
has belatedly remembered

he did invite Harry to come
and collect his sneakers.

The parents have dropped the charges.

(WHISPERS) Thank you.

You're welcome.

It's great Nikos won,

but it doesn't help your
insurance claim on the fire.

If Nikos didn't burn Newton's
Legal, then who did?

And why target our office?

How long was it after you called
the pharmaceutical company

before our place b*rned down?

- Do you have a date?
- I'll look.

Yep, here it is, the nd.
"Call Mantorex."

What, the day before the
office b*rned down?

Mm, and those dr*gs disappeared.

I can safely say that I've extricated
myself emotionally from Nikos.

Though he might have a thing for Claire.

Well, don't worry. He won't get far.

Let's not go there. What about Harry?

I've asked him to move in.

- Wow.
- Mmm.

What about your cats?

Look, it's none of their business.
They have friends over all the time.

Harry scared me the other night,
the way he went for James.

He totally lost it.

Mm, yeah, that's what Rose's
landlord said about her

when she broke the sliding door.

It could be a coincidence,
Harry and Rose.

I don't think so.

Those violent outbursts, they
must be connected to Zifferin.

Why else did it disappear
from our old office?

Mm-hm. Harry's didn't disappear.

Yeah, 'cause he stole it.
No one knew that he had it.

When Helena rang Mantorex months ago,

they thought that they could
deny all knowledge of it.

We can't prove any of this.

- Not yet.
- (SCOFFS)

- We haven't got started.
- What are you suggesting?

We take on a global
pharmaceutical company?

You like to live dangerously.

Why else would I work with you?

Their lives have been
virtually destroyed.

I think it's time Eric Whitley
got back on the horse.

Smell the roses. Would you
care to smell them with me?

I need some me time.

Teddy bear.

Teddy bear.

I could confirm that you were
in fact locked in the toilets.

You corroborated my
evidence with a witness.

- The chemistry was never there.
- Chemistry. I get it!

Oh, because I'm a chemist.

You simply couldn't ask
for a better team.

Don't do anything stupid.

I thought that was the whole idea.

It was... it was only ever just sex.

Dad still gets to save the planet.

Congratulations!

Josephine, surely you know

I'd rather share a weird,
uncomfortable hug with you.