"You had one job!" "One job!" "Distract the manager and you couldn't even do that!" "Well, if you'd kept a low profile like we'd planned..." "And they said that you got the arse because you tipped off some lawyers about some big insurance case." "Miss Stewart lost her job because she helped us." "You are between myself and the chemicals for cleaning." " Oh, sorry." " Oh!" "Zareb!" "Can you take that cartridge back downstairs for me?" "I was going out with Cal and he made a commitment." "Some men can't manage that for a weekend." "And you're the one who never showed up the next day." "What are you talking about?" "I sat in that cafe for an hour." "The cafe at the train station?" "No, we said the bus stop." "Hey!" "Hey, stop!" "Hey, stop there!" "Wait!" "Oi!" "Hold up!" "Police!" "Come here." "Can you stand?" " That's it, you're on your feet." " Oh, me arm." "You're under arrest, mate." "S01E04 Uniform Motion sync by ninh corrected by PetaG" "Hurry up!" "Lyds, come on, you'll miss your bus!" "Is yelling really a mindful way to start the day?" " Have you got the lunch?" " Mm-hm." " Something that's not sugar?" " Yes." " At least one green thing?" " Mm-hm." "Good." "Have a great day." "Mum, can you drive me?" "Ah, see that stuff?" "It's called sunshine." "Well, the forecast says rain." "I've got to read a brief." "And the bus stop is right outside." "Yeah, well, I just missed it." "That's okay." "First period's only English." "Okay, come on, then." "Hi, Cal." "Has somebody died?" "Oh, good." "Can I call you back?" "Morning." "Is our Viking here yet?" "Lars Svensson's running an hour late." "Stuck in traffic." "Oh, thank goodness for a crumbling urban infrastructure." "You good for a coffee?" "Well, give me a yell when he gets here." "Josephine." "Josephine." "What?" "Lewis, I think it's best if we leave our personal history outside of these walls." "Yeah, I agree." "But I'm just getting some mixed messages." "Does your lingerie always match your car?" "It's my lucky court bra." "You'll be glad I wore it when we win." " Hello." " Look!" "Mrs McPherson's paid for her conveyancing." "In pineapples!" "We were hoping for pumpkins this time." "And her cash payment is coming when?" "Very soon, I'm sure." "Done any advertising?" "Well, Johnny's spreading the word, and once people see that we're solicitors..." "How?" "I'm not sure you're going to get much foot traffic down here." " Good morning, Zareb." " Morning." "I am hoping to prevail upon your legal services." "I am in trouble with the police." "Good morning." "I'm looking for Zareb Mulumba." " And you are?" " Jean-Paul Deng." "And may I ask what it's regarding?" "It's a private matter." " Mr Ding..." " Deng." "Mr Deng, this is Zareb's workplace." "It's really not appropriate for him to be socialising." "I'm not here to socialise." "I'm Chief of Operations for the East African Basketball Association." "Well, Zareb keeps his cleaning products down in the basement." " Perhaps you might find him there." " Thank you." "And why were the police called?" "A woman filed a complaint that she saw us rioting, but..." "It was not a riot." "It was just my basketball team, the Rockley Reds, running for training." "Then why did you flee?" "They were not in uniform." "They looked angry." "We thought they were racist guys." "Do you have the charge sheet?" ""Resisting a police officer."" "Oh, God, I've got to go." "Zareb, you are in very good hands." "Please, Helena." "You must fix this." "Can you help him, Ms Chatterjee?" "Can you fight this in court?" "Well, if it comes to that, but I prefer to try and negotiate." "Sometimes the best way to get justice is to not go to court at all." "Ah, my colleague." "Good morning." "Josephine Newton." "Lars Svensson, Australian CEO for Vart Hem, the furniture store for every home." "Josephine's been good enough to get herself up to speed as my junior, after Christopher had his unfortunate bicycle accident." "Ah." "Todd Dingwell, a brickie's labourer, is suing Vart Hem for medical expenses, loss of current and future earnings and psychological injuries when he broke his foot in a stampede in the bedroom section of your Kilburn store." "Mm." "The stampede resulted from a bomb threat phoned through to the store." "From inside." "Well, indeed, but it's what happened after the call that's at issue." "Mr Dingwell claims that Vart Hem's exit and emergency evacuation plans were demonstrably inadequate." "Ridiculous thinking." "Patently, and we'll prove that." "It is better you do." "Dingwell is not winning this." "We are not wanting a class action." "If we can find the person who made the bloody call..." "With respect, Lars, Josephine's right." "The bomb hoax is almost irrelevant." "They cannot be doing this." "Ringing from a phone right in the middle of bedrooms." "Oh, you mean the phone near the day beds, with the three-drawer storage and the plastic chair that doubles as a coat rack?" " Yes." " Oh." "You are a customer of Vart Hem?" "Well, isn't everyone?" "Although, I must admit, there's been a few crowded Sunday afternoons when I've felt like stampeding myself." "Do you think it was prudent to insult the client?" "It's not my fault that Svars Lensson doesn't have a sense of humour." "Lars Svensson, as you well know, and would you have a sense of humour if someone was suing you for $300,000?" "300,000?" "Me?" "It would be hilarious." "Oh, I must remind myself to get some non-slip hangers from Vart Hem." "Is that lettuce?" "Are you grocery shopping?" "Hey, no, I was doing that at dawn, but I forgot something." "Stop for a minute." "I can't." "I don't have enough time." "Hey, do you know anything about basketball?" " No." " Helena's got a resist arrest." "You're spreading yourself too thin, Josephine." "You're going to sabotage your return to the bar if you don't start being more Zen." "Oh, I would love to be more Zen, but I have a teenage daughter who I can't say no to and a not-quite ex-husband and a not-quite ex-legal firm who all make demands on me, so I don't have time to sit around gazing at my navel." "Well, how about doing one thing at a time?" "It's not going to happen." "Come on." " Oh..." " Yeah, I'll get that." "Thank you, Detective." "You're most kind." "Well, if I could have Zareb's complete police brief within the hour, that would be wonderful." "Thank you." "What's Mr Walinski given us this time?" "Hair products." "Coconut shine shampoo made in Poland." "I've got it!" "Chatterjee  Chatterjee, how can I help?" "Mr Sharma?" "I'm afraid she's with a client." "Of course." "I'll let her know." "Okay." "Bye now." "Bye!" "He's very insistent." "What's he keep calling for?" "Oh, who knows?" "Probably trying to sell me something." "We've got more important things to worry about." "Have you spoken to any of Zareb's character referees yet?" "Try calling them again." "Sure." "I need some fresh air." " Is she all right?" " I don't know." "I'm very disappointed, Zareb." "When I arrived this morning, reception hadn't even been touched." "There was a used tissue on the coffee table." "I'm sorry, Miss Russo." "It is imperative that we always maintain an immaculately presented environment and that includes immaculately presented staff." "Your shoelace is undone." "Well, the opposition's pulled out all the stops with Hugo Spencer." " He's a grandstander." " Oh, he's up himself." "I was opposed to him in the Coleman fraud, when my waters broke all over his shoes." "Remember?" "I delivered my final address at the same time as I delivered a baby, and I won the case." "Just saying." "I think I forgot to gaze at my navel that day, too." "I'm happy to gaze at your navel for you." " Oh!" " Withdrawn." "Ah!" "Josephine Newton." "Hugo Spencer." "Not pregnant, I see." "Well, at least my shoes'll be safe this time." "Oh, you're not still wearing the suede brogues?" "They're so 15 years ago." "You know, it's always a delight to welcome a busy Mum back to the bar." "Must be a refreshing change from toilet training and childish tantrums." "Well, round here, bit hard to tell the difference." "Now, Mrs Dingwell, I'm wondering if you'd mind telling us what happened on that day?" "Todd and I went to buy some things for our new house in Gracevale Gardens." "We'd only been there about 15 minutes when an announcement came over the PA that we had to evacuate because of a bomb threat." "And what was your response to that announcement?" "It was horrible." "It turned into a stampede." "That's when Todd's foot got trampled." "And what did you do?" "Everyone else had left." "We thought there might be a terrorist in there, or the place could go up at any minute." "Your Honour, I ask that the witness see exhibit P1." "What does this photograph show?" "It shows me pushing Todd out the front doors of Vart Hem." "I found a trolley someone had left behind and somehow loaded him onto it." "As soon as we heard the all-clear announcement, we headed for the exit and I took him straight to the hospital." "What did you find out there?" "The doctors at St Victor's confirmed that Todd had a comminuted fracture of the metatarsals." "A badly broken foot." " And how's your husband's foot now?" " Not much better, unfortunately." "How are you managing financially, Mrs Dingwell?" "Todd can't work, so all our plans are gone." "We wanted to start our own family." "I love little kids." "Oh, she's got the names all picked out and everything." "And it looks like we're going to have to sell the house." "God help us, they want to adopt her." "Do something!" "Mrs Dingwell, you gave evidence that you heard an announcement over Vart Hem's PA that the store had to be evacuated because of a bomb threat?" "Yes." "The store manager will give evidence saying that he made that announcement from a pro forma Vart Hem script, a script that made no reference to threats." "So why did you think there was a bomb threat?" "I must have gotten the idea from somewhere." "Everyone was yelling there's a bomb." "I must have remembered it wrongly." "I'm so sorry." "Is there anything else you might have remembered wrongly?" "I don't know what you mean." "Are you saying that I'm lying?" "You're not the one who sees Todd at home." "He's so depressed, he can't get out of bed." "Mrs Dingwell." "Please just answer the questions." "Look at her." "Even I want to bake her a cake." "It wouldn't kill Vart Hem to sling a few bucks their way." "Why?" "Just because they're the underdogs?" "Well, it's not like Lars can't afford it." "It's not justified." "Vart Hem's emergency exits and evacuation procedures are way above industry standard." "It's the only thing at issue here." "He's lost his job and they're about to lose their house." "Are you comfortable with our role in this?" "Yup." "I'm really comfortable." "I wonder how my share portfolio is doing." "I'm genuinely interested." "I'm making so much money by doing nothing." "Ooh." " Excuse me?" " Yes, miss?" "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I couldn't finish my meat pie because I found a hair in it." "Oh, sorry, I'll take that back." "Yeah." "Lewis Hughes." "Oh, yeah." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Thank you." "That was the associate." "One of the jurors has had a personal emergency." "So we're adjourned until tomorrow." "You have time to finish your lunch." "Either that or bake a pre-emptive lasagne, restump the house, conquer Spanish." "I'll see you back at Knox." "The CCTV camera doesn't show who knocked down the old man." "It seems clear that you did resist arrest, but I'm sure that we can argue a case for leniency." "And I'm hoping we can resolve this in a conference with the police, especially if you give the name of the person who assaulted the old man." "It was not an assault." "My friend knocked over the elderly gentleman by accident." "So the police need your help." "I cannot say." "Having trouble with the police is very scary for me and my friends." "Resist arrest is bad for me, but I do not want my friends in trouble too." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Okay, let's see what we can do." "Now, I can point out that the assault of the old man may have been an accident." "Hey, your fire claim's almost sorted, apart from the usual argy-bargy on payout." "Oh, great, thanks." "Do you reckon you could help me with a case?" "Yeah, sure." "What is it?" "Well, there's something bothering me about these plaintiffs, so I was wondering if you could do a spot of investigation on this couple." "The husband's claiming permanent disability." "Oh, you reckon he's faking it?" " Hey, how's it going with Zareb?" " Yeah, good." "Helena's just about to meet up with Sergeant Malouf to see what she can negotiate before it hits court." "Malouf." "Yeah, well, he's no pushover, but he's fair." "She should be able to wrangle him." "Hopefully, better than she can wrangle her nuisance caller." "Who's that?" "Some guy called Sharma, Ravi Sharma." "He's called like six times." "Probably some insurance salesman." " Sergeant Malouf." " Miss Chatterjee." "Mr Mulumba." "Josephine running late?" "No, I'll be handling this matter." "What, you're flying solo on this one?" "Of course." "I am a fully qualified solicitor." "Yeah, well, I mean sure you got the bit of paper, but aren't you the one who's a bit court-shy?" "I'm sorry, Sergeant, I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about." "Righto, I see." "All right." "My mistake." "If I may cut to the chase, while Mr Mulumba did struggle with the informant, there were extenuating circumstances." "I've spoken with a clinical psychologist who's had extensive experience with youth from wartorn countries..." "Yeah, yeah, look, look," "I've heard this tale of woe before, right?" "You have the psych report there?" "Well, it's, um, underway." "The policemen were in plainclothes and they took a very aggressive approach..." "Yeah, maybe they did, maybe they didn't, all right?" "The point is, is Mr Mulumba going to tell us who assaulted Clyde O'Reilly?" "My client is adamant that it was not him, and that the unfortunate incident was accidental." "So he saw it, but he's not talking." "Somebody will be held accountable." "Now I suggest you convince your client to start talking." "Now." "Please, Zareb." "Please." " I am sorry." " I see." "Well, I have no choice but to add a charge to resist arrest." "Unlawful assault in company." "Ravi, Ravi, you are no longer in my life." "Please help me to face my greatest fear." "Fears." "This had to happen sometime." "You can't avoid Ravi forever." "Skye told me about your nuisance calls." "Why now?" "Just when I was almost ready to forget about it." "You can't let this throw you." "Just the thought of standing up in a court room." "I know." "Helena, why do you insist on acting like the guilty party?" "Ravi trampled on your dreams because he was afraid of losing you." "But his dream was for a big, happy family and I disappointed him." "But that wasn't your fault, and you had a right to hope for other things, like an education, a career." "But I went about it the wrong way, and I wasn't truthful." "The magistrate found you not guilty, remember?" "You can face Ravi with your head held high." "But every time I think about it, the humiliation comes flooding back and I'm overwhelmed with emotion." "What could be more powerful than an advocate who understands their client's plight with their heart as well as their head?" "Just take those memories and save Zareb from suffering an injustice like you did." "And we've got The Lyncher." "Meanest magistrate on the bench." "Maybe you'll catch him on a good day." "And I lied to Sergeant Malouf." "That's not a great start." "And then I couldn't get Zareb to talk, so he added a charge of unlawful assault in company." "Perhaps you could take over." "No." "No, you can do it." "Oh, sorry." "They shouldn't even be here if Zareb was doing his job." "Look at this." "Look at this." ""African Youths in Callous Attack."" "Yeah?" "Well, look underneath, here." ""A 21-year-old African man has been arrested" ""after a brazen rampage by a gang of youths" ""through quiet suburban streets."" "Look at his shoes." "Who do we know that wears shoes like that?" "You've lost me." "Oh, forget it." "Red gym boots are hardly conclusive proof that it's thingamy." "Zareb." "His name is Zareb." "Yes, him." "The one with the vacuum cleaner." "Oh, I'm not saying it is conclusive, but I'm concerned about public perception." "What public perception?" "Nobody knows the offender's identity, including you." "Well, I had hoped for a bit more support." "I am just trying to preserve the chamber's good name." "You know you're very attractive when you're hyper-vigilant." " Shall we close the door?" " Oh, Eric, go back to sleep." "I'm sorry, Zareb." "I don't think for one minute that you're part of a gang or that you're involved in assaults and carjacking, but these chambers must remain unimpeachable." "So, I'm not sacking you." "I'm just standing you down until you're officially cleared." "You wish me to leave now, Miss Russo?" "I think it might be best." "I'm sure you have other things to worry about." "If you could just empty all the bins before you go." "Please?" "Recycling?" "Three-pointer." "Sorry, Zareb, do you mind asking me again tomorrow?" "I will not be here tomorrow." "You won't?" "Why not?" "I am not accusing Zareb." "I am..." "Tossing him out of his job because you're more concerned about the client's perceptions than Zareb's rights as a human being." "Let's keep our wigs on." "The chambers would like to apologise, Zareb." "Indeed we would." "As barristers, we uphold the presumption of innocence, despite Ms Russo's..." "regrettable action." "Perhaps you'd like to make amends by putting Zareb in touch with an appropriate legal service." "Thank you, but I already have a solicitor..." "I think it's important that Jackie apologises." "Go on." "I'm sorry, Zareb." "Great." "Well, that's done." "Let's..." "let's get back to work." "And what if I'm convicted of a crime, Mr Whitley?" "You'd better not be." "I'm not getting sandwiched between those two women again." "Sandwiched?" "I'm off to do some investigating for Josephine." "About the fire?" "No, some big case she's got on upstairs." "Oh, you might need help." "What big case?" "Sorry." "Highly confidential." "What?" "Helena?" "I thought she was just sorting out insurance on the fire." " I need you now." " Well, she just said she's doing..." " Jonathan, I need you." "Come on!" " Some big case!" "Now!" "Jonathan!" "Come on!" "You have to go and speak with Zareb's friends." "That is cool." "I want one of those." " I want one." " Sweet, man." "Isn't she?" "Girl of me dreams." "It's over five litres of pure grunt." "Aren't you the Rockley Reds?" "Hey, fellas, fellas, wait." "Look, I'm on your side." "I work for the solicitors trying to get Zareb off the charges." "Were any of you there the other night?" "Look, we know that none of you meant to knock the old bloke over, but they've charged Zareb with assault because he won't say who else was there." "We are so sorry for Zareb." "Tell him we said he's a legend." "What...?" "Come on!" "He'll lose his job if he gets convicted." "Look at the fixtures for the Nationals." "The Reds are playing the Denton Dragons." "Yeah." "And look at the name of the Dragons' team captain." "His name's Boseley." "And look at this." "The person who called in the original complaint was Catherine A Boseley." "That's more than a coincidence." "I told the police exactly what I saw." "They were marauding through the streets, bailing people up." "It was terrifying." "I was worried for my father-in-law." "I mean, he'd just gone to the shops..." "Oh, speak of the devil." "Dad, we're in the middle of something." "Pete Boseley." "G'day." "Johnny Allbright." "G'day." " Dad, we're busy, so..." " Busy about what?" "I'm just asking your daughter-in-law about the incident she reported to the police." "Dad doesn't know anything." "He's a bit..." "Dad, why don't you leave us to it and I'll bring you a biscuit and a cuppa in a few moments." "Thanks, Pete." "Go on." "I just wish I'd called the police sooner." "Then maybe that other poor old gentleman wouldn't have been so brutally attacked." "If he was attacked." "It's hard to get the full picture." "But our client's taken the rap." "Zareb Mulumba." "He's been charged with unlawful assault." "Mulumba has?" "Are you sure it wasn't one of the others?" "It sounds like you know him." "Oh, no, I've never heard of the kid, but... well, they all have these sorts of names, don't they?" "Ah." "These boys in African gangs." "Hmm." "I thought they were a basketball team." "Ah, well, what do I know?" "I'm a hard worker and I've got lots of initiative." "Why did I leave insurance?" "Lack of advancement opportunities." "Confidentially breach?" "No, that's been blown out of all proportion." "Well, if that's how you feel about it, but you're the ones who are missing out." "Todd, you're so useless!" "What about these?" "Grow a brain next time, ya bloody idiot!" "Zareb, do you know the Boseley family?" "I know Jake Boseley." "We've played the Dragons many times." "We are very evenly matched." "I am also angry that Cathy Boseley would do such a thing." " But this is very important for Jake." " Why?" "A college talent scout from America is coming to watch Jake and Clinton, the star of my team, play." "He has one basketball scholarship to give away." "Was it Clinton who knocked over Mr O'Reilly?" "And if Clinton has a criminal conviction he won't be allowed into the States." " Is that why you're taking the blame?" " I'm sorry, I cannot say." "Zareb, this is very important for you too." "You sure you want to stay quiet?" "Clinton was taken as a child soldier." "He's earned a new life." "More than me." "No, you both deserve a new life." "Look, I understand what you're going through better than you will ever know and together, we will stand up in court and we will tell the world that you have been unjustly accused." "And I will be right beside you, every minute." "And we will win." "He's definitely not faking his injury." "But look at her." "What a deadset bitch." "You need to work on your legal jargon." "Lewis's briefing solicitor couldn't find any previous insurance claims in her name, but she is definitely a piece of work." "Lars gave me this list of other shoppers who used their membership cards at Vart Hem that day around the same time." "Could you call and see if any of them remember Todd and Tracey?" "Sure." "You might want to make sure that solicitor checked out" "Tracey Dingwell's maiden name." "Just an industry tip." "Mm, excellent." "Josephine Newton." "Ah, yes." "Thank you for calling me back." "Really?" "Really?" "Vaxthllare." "Vaxthllare!" " Lewis!" " You just caught me." "I'm on my way home to my lonely bachelor pad and my cats." "Have you got cats?" "If I did, would you take pity on me?" "Guess what?" "Tracey and Todd have been awarded damages twice before." "No, they haven't." "My instructing solicitor checked." " They were under Tracey's maiden name." " I'm going to kill him." "They sued their local kebab shop for food poisoning." " Mm-hm." " And a plumber who fixed their toilet." "Was that after the kebab shop?" "So it all makes sense." "It's Tracey's MO." "The hair in the pie at lunch the other day." " What pie?" " Yeah, you missed that." "The kebab shop." "The plumber." "She's had some modest success." "Now she's getting cocky." "She's looking for a bigger payout." "And you thought she was a poor underdog, salt of the earth." "I think this makes amends for that brief error of judgment." "And that's not all." "Vaxthllare." " See these hanging planters?" " Mm?" " They took them home." " So?" "Tracey said it was someone else's trolley." "If you were as traumatised as she claimed, would you bother taking a hanging planter home?" "I barely know what a hanging planter is." "Let's go shopping." "Um, yeah." "This is where Todd and Tracey say they were trapped." "I'm not surprised." "Which way's out?" "Oh, look at these Liten Ladas!" "This is exactly what Lydia needs." "What are they?" "They're basket dividers." "You put your stuff in them and then you put 'em in your drawer." "Isn't that what drawers are for?" "Why do you have to put your stuff into baskets first?" "'Cause the baskets keep the drawers tidy." "If you did that yourself, you wouldn't need the baskets." "Oh, well, lucky you're not buying them." "And Liten Ladas always sell out." "Don't you Liten Lada me." "See, this is why I prefer to come to Vart Hem unencumbered by a man." "You issued the invitation." "Come on, we're going to the Market Hall." "Is that like the Hall of the Mountain Kings in Peer Gynt?" "Do I get to meet the Old Man of the Mountain?" "In here the trolls say," ""Be true to yourself and to hell with the world."" "See?" "I knew it." "Me too." "What?" "Tracey said this flat-pack trolley was found, lying abandoned in the bedroom section with these rugs and these hanging planters already on it." "Bedrooms is an eight-minute walk from here." "Why would somebody grab all this stuff and walk all the way back there, pushing a huge flat-pack trolley?" "It doesn't make any sense." "Definitely doesn't make any sense to me." "Let's put Hugo Spencer on notice that we're going to ask for Tracey to be recalled." "And we're going to need to get hold of Vart Hem's checkout records." "I think you should cross-examine her this time." "Your Vart Hem knowledge is far superior to mine." "Conceded." "I need to get bookshelves." "Okay, how's that going to fit in the car?" "They come in a flat pack." "So who puts it together?" "Whoever gets sick of looking at the flat packs first." " Here they are." " Do you have a statement?" " Hey, hey, hey!" " All right!" "Does your client Mr Mulumba have anything to say?" "That is enough!" "My client is a member of a basketball team, not a gang." "He is an extremely admirable young man who's risen above horrific childhood circumstances and is making a valuable contribution to Australian society." "Um..." "Yes, thank you." "Thank you." "So, what was he doing on the street, then?" "Helena!" "Helena!" "You okay?" "What happened?" "Excuse me, are you with Helena Chatterjee?" "Yeah, she's around the corner, mate." "Indisposed." "It's me." "Are you all right?" "Yep." "We need you now." " Helena's hiding in a toilet." " Okay." "I just remembered I have to do something." "Start without me if you have to." " I won't be long." " What?" "Wait!" "And so, Your Honour," "I seek leave on behalf of my indisposed colleague to adjourn the contest mention for 24 hours." "Well, fortunately for you, Ms Newton, I'm feeling generous." "We'll adjourn until 9am tomorrow." "I expect everyone to be ready to proceed then, indisposed or otherwise." "If Your Honour pleases." "Do you honestly think that she's up to this, your old offsider?" "Helena is more than up to this." "Once she kicks this migraine, she'll be firing on all cylinders." " If I may be excused, Your Honour." " Yes, Ms Newton." "Ms Newton, Helena's in the ladies' room." "She's avoiding me." "Oh, go figure." "I need her to sign these, so we can sell the house." "Just the documents, Ravi?" "No haranguing, no raking over old coals." "And absolutely no accusations." "Otherwise I won't help you at all." "Give me a moment." "Helena, it's me." "We're alone." "Oh, how did the contest mention go?" "I know I let Zareb down." "You don't get out of it that easily." "I just had it adjourned until tomorrow." "Oh." "What did Sergeant Malouf say about me?" "He said he hopes your migraine clears quickly." "Oh, no, another lie." "Oh, he's a policeman." "He's used to it." "But Ravi's outside." "He's got some papers he wants you to sign for the sale of your house." " Can you bring them into me, please?" " I could, but I won't." "Come on." "Come on." "It's time to face Ravi once and for all and put this thing to rest." "What is it?" "I saw a pram." "Oh." "And that's Lewis." "I have got to get back to the county court." "You can do this." "You can do this." "You can do this." "You have some papers for me?" "Helena, you look well." "Thank you." "How are you?" "I am well, as I look." "I want to read these before I sign." "Of course." "You are a solicitor." "I want you to know I'm happy for you." "I don't need your approval, Ravi." "I..." "I tried my best to make you happy, to give you children that never came." "Don't you know that that broke my heart too?" "I had to let it go to find something else, and to study law, that was my new dream." "And I deserved that money." "How could you accuse me of stealing from you?" "I can see now that I was being selfish." "And I'm sorry I wrongfully accused you." "I saw your pram." "It seems I'm not the only one whose dreams have come true." "The gods have been kind." "Mr Sharma, I can't mind your baby anymore." "He smells like he's got a nuclear waste dump in his nappy." "Oh, it's okay." "I have a little baby angel." "Yeah, wow, bub-bub!" "Whoo!" "Oh, yah!" "I saw Hugo." "He's a tad put out that Evans has granted us leave to recall Tracey." "Oh, poor Hugo." "You hold your jabot on with a bulldog clip?" "No, it's not just any old bulldog clip." "It's a Pappersklamma from Vart Hem." "Mrs Dingwell, can you please tell the court what you've just been handed?" "It's a Vart Hem receipt." "Please read the items." "Two Matta high pile rugs, one salad spinner, two Vaxthllare hanging planters." "What's the time and date on the receipt?" "3:09pm, March 8." "And what does the handwritten note on the bottom of the receipt say?" ""Hanging planters reduced by 25%" ""because of scratches pointed out by customer."" "And there's two signatures, one by the cashier and one by you, isn't that right?" "Seems to be, yes." "You purchased these items." "I guess I must have." "I guess you must have." "Your Honour, my learned friend is wasting the court's valuable time." "Straws, Mr Spencer." "You're clutching." "Get on with it." "Yes, Your Honour." "You testified that you found the trolley with the hanging planters abandoned in the bedroom section." " Isn't that correct?" " Yes." "Why did you purchase someone else's items?" "I guess I was so frightened I wasn't thinking straight?" "Yet you had the presence of mind to haggle over the condition of the hanging planters." "Told you she was good." "They..." "They were my things." "I just remembered." "I..." "I must have gotten confused because of the stress." "So you shopped during the evacuation, in spite of the earlier evidence that you were terrified for your lives." "I must have gotten confused again." "Confused?" "No, you knew you could shop in safety because you made the bomb threat." "Oh, objection, Your Honour." "Supposition." "Yes, but, uh, interesting." "Carry on, Ms Newton." "We've heard evidence earlier from Fiona Cox, another shopper, that you and your husband were seen at Vart Hem before the bomb threat, engaged in a heated argument." "Your Honour, with respect, which couple in Vart Hem have never been seen in heated argument," "I ask you?" " Counsel makes a valid point." " Conceded, Your Honour." "But in this instance, you lost your temper because Vart Hem was too crowded for you, so you made the bomb threat to empty the store, didn't you?" "In the process, provoking the stampede that caused your husband's injury." "And then you left him lying in bedrooms while you continued to shop, only realising upon your return how serious the injury was." "Is that where you saw the opportunity to exploit Vart Hem, Mrs Dingwell?" "Or did you plan this all along?" "An wunderbar victory indeed." "I cannot thank you both enough, especially you, Josephine." "Well, we're just lucky that as well as being a gun barrister," "Josephine's such a fan of your store." "Whatever you want from Vart Hem, it's yours." "Anything, in perpetuity." " Um, even Liten Ladas?" " Of course." "No, I can't accept that, Lars, thank you." "But..." "What?" "Excuse me." "It's Lars." "That is the first time I've been tempted to engage in graft and corruption." "Mm." "Hey." "To my lucky court bra." "Helena, are you okay?" "Darling boy, I have never been better." "I've been thinking about this witness statement." "Old man O'Reilly said that when he first fell, he thought that his unfriendly neighbour had pushed him, one Peter Boseley." "Pete Boseley?" "That's Cathy Boseley's father-in-law." " They live next door." " Well, so it seems." "Now, apparently, the Boseleys and Mr O'Reilly have an ongoing dispute over the garbage bins." "Mr O'Reilly said that Mr Boseley has taken to stalking him." "So, if he was stalking Mr O'Reilly on the day in question, who knows what he may have seen?" "Perhaps you are just the person for our Pete to confide in." "Yeah." "One underrated bloke to another." "Out of my way." "I've got some investigating to do." "And these need photocopying." "You should be careful, Pete." "Stalking's a serious criminal offence." "I didn't want to stalk the stupid old git, but Cathy's always at me." "She reckons he's been putting garbage in our bin and she wanted me to get the evidence." "Oh, what kind of evidence?" "Have you been filming him on your phone?" "I'm impressed." "That's the kind of work I do." "Were you filming him when he got knocked over?" "Hey, Pete, you know what I think went down?" "I reckon Cathy just twisted things a bit when she talked to the cops about Zareb and his mates to help her boy out." "I mean, you know what mothers can be like." "She just wanted Clinton sidelined when the American talent scout shows up." "I mean, Jake's obviously good." "But if he could win that scholarship to the States..." "I could understand how much Cathy would want that." "But is that the type of message you want to send to your grandson?" "That it's okay to win by sabotaging your opponent?" "It shows that Clinton knocked him over accidentally." "This is just what we needed." "Proof that Zareb is telling the truth." "Anyway, Cathy was pretty pissed off when she came home, but she knew she was busted, so she's agreed to tell the cops she was lying about Zareb and his mates bailing people up." "Well done, Johnny." "Yes, excellent work, Jonathan." "No, hopefully this will resolve the assault charge, but you're going to have to present the magistrate with a damn good alternative to conviction on the resist arrest charge." "It's all right, Josephine." "I have a plan for court tomorrow, for what I will stand up and say." "I am very glad to hear it because, quite frankly," "I'm running out of pep talks." "Lewis." "Impressed?" "I managed to work it out, despite the instructions." "Oh, give me a moment to adjust." "I always assembled 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." "What can I say?" "Your Allen key, Ms Newton?" "Well, Ms Russo, I will be working back late tonight." "How about you?" "You must be joking." "After you practically put me over your knee and spanked me?" "Now there's an idea." "I can't believe you sided against me with Josephine Newton." "You know, there's something not quite right about her." "I just saw her hugging that woman from the car wash." "That sounds odd." "That's my point, Eric." "Your dry cleaning." "Goodnight, Mr Whitley." "And so, Your Honour, Mrs Boseley wanted to clear the way for her son to be awarded the American basketball scholarship." "Mr Mulumba believed that by not giving his friend's name, he was protecting his friend's chances of being awarded that same scholarship." "Well, I'm glad you and Sergeant Malouf have resolved these matters, but it doesn't address the issue of your client resisting arrest." "Your Honour, the defendant pleads guilty to the offence, but I would ask that you consider an alternative to conviction?" "Try me." "In my submission, with respect, Mr Mulumba should be fined, and that fine donated to the court's Migrant Assistance Scheme." "Mr Mulumba has provided many impressive character witnesses and wishes to become a valuable contribution to Australia, and become a leader in his own community." "Thank you, Your Honour." "Your thoughts, Sergeant?" "Ah, the prosecution finds the defence's solution entirely sensible, Your Honour." "Mr Mulumba, please stand." "I do find the charge of resisting arrest proven, but the suggestions of your solicitor seem appropriate." "You're fined $600 to be paid into the court within three months." " Thank you, Your Honour." " Thank you, Your Honour." " Hey, you happy?" " Yeah, very happy." "That's great." "Helena?" "Can I, uh..." "Can I just say, really well done in there." "Oh, thank you." "Seems I surprised you." "Yes." "Yes." "No." "No, I..." "I think you handled the matter extremely well." "For a solicitor on L-plates, you... you... you have your challenges." "I think you should stop there, Sergeant." "Yes, yes, I..." "I should." "Johnny?" "Oh, Jackie." "Looking good." "I'm sure you didn't apply for an internship with Ms Newton just to wash her car." "Oh, it's all good." "It's just while she's in a meeting." "Oh, a meeting?" "In the car wash office?" "Uh, it's about the scented tree thingy that hangs from the rear vision mirror." "She's just checking she gets the right fragrance." "Don't try and tell me that that's just a car wash office." "What the hell is going on?" "Let me try to explain..." "Frankly, whatever you do in your private life is your own business, but I will not have Knox Chambers tarnished by association." "If there's any kind of underhand political craziness or extremism going on..." " You're right." " In this building." "It's a legal firm, Chatterjee  Chatterjee." "Helena's a solicitor who used to work for me, and now she's representing Zareb and a whole lot of other people." "And, uh, Johnny?" "Reformed car thief." "Never charged, but he's paying off his debt." "Well, thank you for, um... doing the courtesy of finally telling me the truth." "Okay." " Damn, these African boys are hot." " Mm-hm, they beautiful." "Oh, that's a racist generalisation." "You can't that every one of them is hot." "Nah, they're hot." "Whoo!" "Go, team!" " Whoo!" " Yay!" "Zareb said that's made with sheep's hooves." "Mm, and it's exactly how I like them done." "It's uncanny how much sheep's hooves taste like chicken." "Zareb told me you paid his fine." "You're quite a nice person, really." "I resent that implication." "I am definitely persona non grata with Ms Russo." "Is there anything you'd like to discuss with me, Jackie?" "Oh, I'm sure I haven't got a clue what you're talking about." " Hey!" " Get the...!" " Oi!" " You're not getting a dog." "I will put an electric fence across the front door if I have to." "Glad to hear that." "Maybe if we pretend we were pashing or something?" "If you'd better keep your lips, you'd better back away right now." "Yeah, fair call." "I told him you're desperate to do it." "I just want you to know you weren't my first choice, but..." "Whose silly idea was the touchy-feely option?" "Restorative justice was my idea, Sergeant." " You'd better not be enjoying this." " No." "Wouldn't hurt to show some cleavage."