1 (WHISTLES) (KEYS JANGLE) There you go, Constable. Thank you. (CELL DOOR CREAKS) Lilian. You are, as His Honour says, free to go. You can thank me later. Captions by Julie Taylor. Edited by Tracey Dawson. www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Copyright Able 2017 (SOFT PIANO MUSIC) None of us can escape our personal histories. Some of us are lucky enough to be sustained by our upbringings. Ahh! Some of us find ways to rise above them. That's it. That's the last time you hit me, OK? It wasn't Roly's fault, Dad. He didn't mean to break nothing. You'll never amount to nothing. Don't you hurt him. You can't even read or write proper. (GRUNTS) Let me out! (THUMPS ON DOOR) Then there are those, of course, who fail entirely to shake off the hard lessons of their upbringings. And with that in mind, we must accept that we cannot judge this man without making judgement to what brought him to this point. The things that he's never had; the road that he's been forced to take; the blows that life has dealt him. MAN: Watch him. Mike! You're going like a bull at a gate. Yes, it was his intent to steal. He stole again, straight after coming out of jail. All right, all right. That'll do. That's enough, lads. That'll do! And why? Bungay! I said that's enough. Because he knew no other way. But now... now he's in the care of Reverend Borrie. Now he does have a kind of family; some real alternatives. The question is ` are we prepared to give him a chance to get back on his feet? Jesus, Private. It's a sparring match, not a world title fight. Don't see any point in sparring. There's every point. You could box for your country if you put your mind to it. Where'd you learn to fight like that? There you go. Somebody gives it to you, Mikey, you give it right back. Here, block. And the old one-two, eh? Like you said, family. I like that ` part of a family. Family? Wow. Sorry. Sorry wasn't exactly what I was hoping for. No, I-I didn't mean that. I meant` I meant ` I only just got out of the Marines. I hadn't really planned on a family. Maybe family planning should have been higher on our list then, eh? I'm 10 weeks, give or take. Right. Better get a job, then. Look for a ring. Else my dad'll murder you, trained killer or not. We'll manage, you'll see. New Zealand. They swim in the sea at Christmas, don't they? Wouldn't mind living somewhere warm. We've all made decisions in the heat of the moment, and when the outcome is unexpected, we often discover it's too late to turn back. All we can do is try to make the best of it. SHIVERS: Ooh. Ah, fucking freezing out there. Mike, don't swear in front of Robyn. And it is November. That's their summer here, Rosemary. And it is jolly cold. So are the chips. Think they might need warming up. They're moving me to Trentham. What? (CHUCKLES) You'll be going without me and Robyn, then. We're not going anywhere. We've just settled in here. I said 'me', anyway, love, not us. It's a base. How can you really judge any man, even if you and I make the best of the challenges that life throws at us? For want of dumb luck, we could fail. What we all fear is that we will be found out, that the Emperor has no clothes. We'll all be standing in the street, exposed and naked. I was wondering if I could get posted back to Welly, sir. Compassionate grounds. It's a family matter. We're having another baby, sir. I don't make decisions about postings, Corporal. You have your orders. In my experience, sir, orders in the New Zealand Army tend to be more along the lines of a topic for discussion. You were posted in England, initially. Driving, sir. Had our first kid there. You seem a bit too smart to have just been driving. Bit too smart for my own good sometimes, sir. There may be a way for you to spend more time in Wellington ` if you enrolled at university, say. The army's prepared to educate its men if they're prepared to work hard. University? Never quite got my A Levels, sir. And you don't need our equivalent, Bungay. Not now you're enlisted. There's no big difference between the criminal mind and yours and mine. We see opportunities; we take them. Sometimes, our choices work out, and we find we're great at what we end up doing, even if we're not like everyone else around us. Just checking ` A to E is for names, right? Not subjects. Yeah, names. Surnames. Well, it better be. I'm enrolling in law. Oh, right. I've had a bit to do with the law, myself. (METAL CLANGS) MAN: Oi! Stop! Get back here. (BLOWS WHISTLE) Right, so, um, you're studying too? Law? Law. Accountancy. Doesn't much matter if you're gonna crash and burn anyway, does it? (CHUCKLES) That's not the right attitude. Eye on the prize, mate. You got a coin? Even bet. Heads, accountancy. Tails, law. You serious? Why not? Well, law takes a lot longer. Ah. Well... No. Still, a bet's a bet. Tails. Bugger. So, here I am. You be the judge. This is a woman who, after years of torment and abuse, finally said, 'Enough!' She finally raised her hand and said, 'Stop. You're not gonna do this to me any more.' She defended herself and her children, and then she rang the police and she told them what she'd done. Murderer? Oh dear, no. I wouldn't call her that, and neither should you. - (MUTTERED CONVERSATION) - Gentlemen. Outrageous. The verdict? The brown shoes. (WHISTLES) There you go, Constable. Thank you. (CELL DOOR CREAKS) Lilian, you are, as His Honour says, free to go. It's lucky I took off my glasses. Life for murder; seven, eight years for manslaughter. You get her off completely, and she punches ya? It's out-bloody-rageous. Hil-bloody-arious. Is it broken? Last time I had a broken nose, I was boxing for Britain. Oh, you never boxed for bloody Britain. Boxing, here we go. Hey, hey, hey. You know, that poor woman insisted all along that she should be punished, so I suppose she thought I had it coming. I was expecting manslaughter. It was the jury who found her innocent. Oh yeah. Nothing to do with you at all, Mike (!) Go her for assault, Mike. I think she's been through enough, don't you, Jim? What's his name again? Bundy? Bungay. He was stuck conveyancing out in Lower Hutt till a year ago. Impossible, apparently. Kept waiving fees for the little old ladies. Drove his solicitor mad. And now here he is, making your life difficult. Not for much longer, I should imagine. Far too much the show pony for his own good. SNEEZES: Challenge. The juror's excused. No, no, Your Honour. I didn't challenge. You said 'challenge'. No, I snoze a sneeze. I can assure Your Honour I wouldn't waste my final challenge on a juror who quite clearly understands the implications of the ageing process in a case such as this. The juror is excused. The empanelment of the jury is not a game of musical chairs, Mr Bungay. Nor is this an opportunity for you to advance the case for the defence. As Your Honour pleases. (SNEEZES) You oughta leave that crappy office of yours and come in with me, Mike. Much better class of client. They don't smack you in the nose. (CHUCKLES) Usually. Yeah, you never know. Women and crims ` predictably unpredictable. And besides, Ian, I can't just up stakes. I still owe the 50 quid I borrowed to set up that 'crappy office'. Unless, of course, you want to cover it. Nah. Hello. Hey, forget it, Mike. You've got no show with that schnozz. Hey, predictably unpredictable. (BUNGAY GRUNTS, WOMAN MOANS) (BUNGAY PANTS) - (PANTS) - (WOMAN MOANS) You're a very beautiful girl. I didn't lie. I am unattached. I was, though ` married. Nope. (GIGGLES) It's a holiday, Mike. What do you want to go on holiday to England for? Because I miss it. I miss England, and I miss my family. We're a family, aren't we? No, we aren't, because you're always studying and you're never here. I'm about to bloody graduate. 'She left.' Took the kids back to England on holiday; never came back home. Fucking graduation present. (DOOR OPENS, DOG BARKS) Bruno! Bruno, sit. - (DOG YELPS) - Ah, you bloody dog. (SOMBRE MUSIC) 'It's not gonna change, is it? Because now you'll just be working all the time.' I loved her ` and the girls. I really think I fucked it up. (SOMBRE MUSIC) This has been a sad affair. It's not been the job of the defence to dispute the fact that the victim was ` as the Crown perhaps a bit too vividly described ` viciously beaten. We don't dispute that fact. Nope. But guess what. It is also a fact that you are required beyond reasonable doubt to be convinced that it was our client who was the person who delivered that beating. Now, may I remind you, he was identified by a witness who was ` at night ` as far away as, say, the back of the courtroom is from you now. Suspicion, ladies and gentlemen, no matter how grave, is never sufficient. (CHEERING) Come on. So, what now? Now we've gotta get out of here. I told you. I said to you, didn't I, I said... Wait. Next time. Bungay, tell me ` do you own a ruler? (STAMMERS) I think I've got a couple somewhere, Mr Larson. Why, do you want to borrow one? Just a demonstration, perhaps. You know if you hold it in both hands and you bend it, just gently, then harder and harder, eventually it'll snap. (CHUCKLES) Oh, really? I do like a good metaphor. You also like De Brett's, I've noticed, which is good, because you owe me a drink. (BOTH LAUGH) One day, some villain'll do something to you or yours, and some smart-arse lawyer will get them off on a technicality. Well, shaky identification is hardly a technicality. SCOTTISH ACCENT: Burden of Proof, Senior Sergeant Latimer. Burden of Proof. (CHUCKLES) Six years I've had to put up with that buffoon's stunts. A word from the chief justice might help. From me? I doubt it. Criminal bar, isn't he? Yes. Not always on the right side of it. In my court at least, a bit of decorum's mandatory. Well, you have the remit to demand it, Lionel. And I'll exercise it if he keeps testing my patience. (LIGHTER CLICKS) (COINS CLATTER) Johnny Walker, Black Label. That do you, Mr Larson? Hey, excellent. Glad you could afford it. I hear His Honour set remuneration at tariff two. Annoy him, did you? Not with my defence. More the, uh, brown shoes, I think. The old bastard. Anyway, you enjoy the drink, Jim. I will, Mike. Kissed some backside, did ya? (CHUCKLES) Kick it, then kiss it. Hm. He's much happier now that he knows my legal aid rate got reduced. He'll get over it. But will the victim's family? Oh! McEwan. Stuart. Ian Greig. How are ya? Detective Inspector. Yeah, yeah, we know, we know. Fishing in the muddy bits, are ya? Well, figured if you're consistently being beating by them, may as well try joining them. (CHUCKLES) We don't have to be enemies, do we? Well... Hey, we are all on the side of the law. And besides, there was a doubt. (CHUCKLES) Bullshit. He's as guilty as sin. Mm-mm. Well, the jury didn't think so. You ever ask him if he actually did it? Shit, no. That's the last thing you wanna know if you think you're gonna do the best for 'em. I might get you to visit our little watering hole and explain that principle sometime. (CHUCKLES) Sure. They've got a name for you in the police bar now, you know. Oh yeah? Bungles. (CHUCKLES) Bungles? (CHUCKLES) Bungles. (GLASSES CLINK) - (BAGPIPES PLAY 'SCOTLAND THE BRAVE') - I'm sorry about the racket, Trish. And I'm sorry I couldn't help personally. No, no, of course, Mike. I just wanted a recommendation. Well, I'm sure Shirley'll be able to help, and it's probably easier that it's a woman, you know? (CHUCKLES) Thank you. And Trish, you know, if you do need to talk any time, or David. Him and I are gonna remain friends, you know. You and I will too, I hope. Yeah, I'd like that. We should have a coffee when the dust settles. Dinner, perhaps. I'd like that. (BAGPIPES CONTINUE) (DOOR SHUTS) What? The marital bed's not even cold. Oh, you really do have a low opinion of me, don't you? You know, the Walkleys happen to be very, very good friends of mine. She was the one who suggested dinner. And what is that fucking noise? The Police Pipe Band. They're practising across the road. Yeah, well, I hope they can read better than they can bloody play, cos I'm gonna write a bloody complaint. Gus is short for Angus, Bungles. Assistant Commissioner Angus Sharp. He's not gonna like you expressing your displeasure. Mm. Gus loves a pipe band. That's because it doesn't practise outside his window, probably. All I did was suggest to the drum major that he rehearse in the middle of the harbour. Yes, and you suggested it in a letter, which may be used against you. Did you see his response? He bloody threatened me. (CHUCKLES) 'I will convey your message and car registration number 'to all members of the NZ Police Highland Pipe Band.' Which includes Jock Latimer, by the way ` your biggest fan. Great (!) They'll all have it in for me now. You know, issuing me with parking tickets is turning into a national bloody sport in this place. Well, maybe some members of the rank don't appreciate you going in to bat for the bloody gangs, Bungles. Oh, piss off, Dooner. I do defend the odd civilian as well, you know. And anyway, I don't have a choice about who I represent, not when it's via legal aid. Then there's the moral question. Moral? What's moral about defending those bastards? They only belong to the gangs so they can do whatever they bloody well like. 'Belong', Dooner ` that's the key word. And sometimes, they wanna belong so much they'll do pretty much anything. Yeah, yeah. Rape, murder. Yep. At which point you do your thing and I do mine. We let the law decide. Yeah, and then the law gets it wrong half the bloody time. It's a lot less than that, I reckon. And even if it does, you know, thank God we live in a country where there's room for those mistakes. MAN ON PA: Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer. Bungay, lawyer. Must've hung up. (LIGHTER CLICKS) MAN: Are you Mike Bungay? (DRINK FIZZES) (SPOON CLINKS IN GLASS) Ian. You have that look about you. Yeah, I honestly don't know how you've survived this long. Well, the odd drink helps. (CHUCKLES) You can't keep flouting the rules, Mike. You know we're not allowed to tout. Tout? I haven't touted since I lived rough in Soho. 'Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer,' is touting, isn't it? No, that's my secretary trying to get hold of me. We don't have a bloody secretary. Look, it was an understandable trick when we were starting out, but now we can manage without it, can't we? I dunno. I'll have to ask my secretary (!) (CHUCKLES) MAN ON PA: Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer. Mike Bungay, lawyer. Excuse me. You're a lawyer? For my sins, Beverley, yeah, I am. You know, bugger it. They can wait till I get back to work. (CHUCKLES) I would much rather stay and talk to you. (BOTH CHUCKLE) (BOTH LAUGH) (BEVERLEY CACKLES) (PHONE RINGS) 'Paging Mike Bungay, lawyer.' (CHUCKLES) The home phone. God. I should get this one. Usually means its an emergency. Oh. Stay here, stay here. (CHUCKLES) (SOLEMN MUSIC) (SIGHS) You're the instructing, Tim. If the client wants Mike, he wants Mike. What's he bloody well up to? I don't know. He phoned me, told me to get you down here instead. Well, maybe he'll explain himself to me. (EXHALES SHARPLY) Piles up, in the end. Your head fills with all the wrong pictures. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to give this particular client my best, Ian. You're gonna have to take this one. Mike,... the client's asked for you. Fuck the client. (SOBS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) 1 Mr Miet, you said in your statement to the police,... (SCREAMS) Fuck up! Fill it up with money! ...that he said, um, 'No hero acts.' Yes. So it wasn't, 'Don't try anything'?' I think he said, 'No hero acts.' You think? 'Think'? Well, what do you 'think' happened next? I hadn't really seen the gun, so I jumped across to the door. Fill it! You didn't fire the gun. No. It'd all gone wrong. I just wanted to get out of there, but I was stuck inside. I was half-turned before the younger bloke knocked me into the door frame, and the gun went off. (GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS) Come here! What made the gun go off? I assume it was the impact with the door. (GRUNTS) 'I only took the gun to scare them.' Then why was it loaded? As a precaution, in case something went wrong. (GRUNTS) So if the gun was merely a precaution, why was your finger on the trigger? Someone` Somebody call an ambulance! An ambulance! Paul! (SOBS) Paul! Did you squeeze the trigger in reaction to being hit by Mr Miet? I never squeezed the trigger. (YELLS) The question is ` did Dean Wickliffe go to that jewellery store with the intent to injure or kill? We all do stupid things, fail to consider outcomes for whatever reason ` thoughtlessness, stupidity. All of us do unintended things. But if my client didn't have intent, then you must bring in the verdict of manslaughter. Eight rounds in the magazine, the safety catch off. If Wickliffe had merely intended to use the weapon to frighten and intimidate, then surely there was no need for any ammunition at all. (KEYS JINGLE) I thought you were supposed to be the best. Well, the jury did appeal for clemency. Big of them (!) You got me off that burg in Plimmerton four years back ` good behaviour, embrace of the church. So how is this so bloody different? Well, Dean, there was an element of humour to that one. You nicked $500, and when the wheel fell off your stolen getaway car, you got caught cos you hitched a ride with a police officer. Maybe the jury thought that was funny. There's not too much to laugh at in this one ` a man's dead. You can appeal, of course. Or escape. And then, hey, watch out. (IMITATES GUNSHOT) (SCOFFS) ('70s ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYS) Ooh! Jimmy! Hey. Jimmy. I heard you were in town. Mike. You're here? How's sunny Napier? Sunny. Hey. - (BOTH CHUCKLE) - Hey, what? You're not staying with me and Bev this time? Oh, we're just down for a sentencing hearing. Oh, John Bentley, Mike Bungay. Hm. No, there's blood on these hands. (SIGHS) You get the papers up there? You read about Wickliffe going for life? Huh? Yeah, we had heard, yeah. (SPITS) Ugh! Pimms. Je` Ugh. Fucking hell. You get prosecuted in here for that. Hey, Basil. Three large J-Johnny Walkers. Black Label. Black Label! John doesn't actually drink whisky. What's the sentencing hearing? Rape. Look, we won't have any drinks. We're just out for a late meal, OK? No, no, don't do that. It'll soak up all the whisky. Look, this one. This one. See over there, man, she needs a partner. Let me go` No, hey, Mike. Hey! (CHUCKLES) Jimmy, eh? Known him since the A-to-E queue. Law enrolments, Vic '57. The days of Rosemary, eh? It's Bev, now. You and Bev get on like the proverbial house on fire, eh, Jimmy? But you, you see, you missed the salient point. A-to-E queue. O'Donovan. Huh? The 'O' was a late addition. See? Just to prove that he's still a Fenian bastard. (LAUGHS) Ooh, I'll take that. Thank you. Hey, ladies. You need some terpsichorean instruction. Mm-hm. Come here, you beautiful girl. That's the way. (LAUGHS) Come on, John. Dinner. When he's like this, nobody can control him. (CLOCK TICKS) (ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYS) It's just a dance, you see. It's just a dance. (LAUGHS) She's so wooden. I'll have to get her legless. (LAUGHTER) (CHUCKLES) Here, Mike` Hey, fuck off. Fuck off! (PEOPLE GASP) (BOOM! SIREN WAILS) We should be in the shelter. It is not fair on the kids. I'm buggered if I'm gonna let Adolf bleeding Hitler drive me from me own home. (BOOM!) (YELLS) (PANTS) I love you, Mikey. You're not sending me away; you're just keeping me safe. That's right too. Shoelaces, Mikey. Shit. The bloody government pays me nowt to look after you, the least you could do is learn to tie your own blankin' shoelaces. (PANTS) Maybe I can show you how to do your shoelaces, if you're a good boy. (PANTS) Jim, it's Mike. I need you to come and get me. It's quarter past 2, to be accurate. I'm being held at Central. Ha ha (!) No, really, this is... Jim. Jim. (SIGHS) (EXHALES DEEPLY) 1 You know, he's lucky the cops called me this morning. It pays to drink with them. Do they have to charge him? No choice. He smashed up the place. I'm sorry. I managed to get them to convene at 9 instead of 10. Lazy buggers, these magistrates. Have you spoken to Bev? She'll be worried or annoyed or both. Who've we got? Scully. Scully? I don't think I've pissed him off yet. And you won't now. If you want to keep your practising certificate, you'll say exactly as I tell you. (CLEARS THROAT) I'm deeply remorseful, Your Worship. All I can say is I succumbed to the stresses of work. Police are content for this matter to be dealt with now? Yes, they are, Your Worship. I find the accused guilty of the charge of disorderly behaviour and order him to make restitution in full for any damage caused. I'll expect to see an itemised account. I also impose a fine of $50. I shan't, at this stage, enter a conviction, but, Mr Bungay... Yes, Your Worship? Behave yourself. I promise. Dyb, dyb, dyb. Oh, Trish. (PANTS) (MOANS) (PANTS) Do you think this is a good idea, after all this time? You know, I think it just might be, after a bit more. CHUCKLES: Time. Time, that is. (CHUCKLES) Oh. Still, promised that I'd be good. Oh,... you were, Mike. Very good. (BOTH CHUCKLE) (CRASH!) Oh, Jim. Jim, you all right? Yeah, no, I'm fine. I just bumped my head. Where's Mike? (PANTS) (SIREN WAILS) BREATHLESSLY: You guys OK? Yeah, we're fine. What happened? Tiny error of judgement. Look, I'm sorry. I'll see you at the house. Don't incriminate yourselves. Save me a chip. (ENGINE HISSES) (KNOCK ON DOOR) Maybe that's him. Thanks for heating these up, Beverly. This is great (!) Now the bloody cops think I'm lying. But we're not. We didn't know what happened. Where's Bungay? He's not here. Check the rooms. Oh, you can't actually do that. Yes, we can. She invited us to. She's not being obstructive. Neither are we. Where is he? We don't know. Here I am. Whew. BEV: Oh, Dad! Oh, good evening, Senior Sergeant Latimer. (CHUCKLES) SCOTTISH ACCENT: Still playing the wee bagpipes, are we? Oh, aye. I'll pipe you into court, Bungay. This is gonna cost ya. Drunk driving, leaving the scene of an accident. I don't imagine the Law Society'll be too impressed, do you? Well, don't suppose they would, no. So it's a good job I wasn't drunk at the time. Oh, you're still as drunk as a` Uh-uh. I admit to the accident and leaving the scene. But I was confused. I may have a concussion. My fiancee's father, Mr Young,... SOFTLY: Fiancee? ...he attended to my injuries, you see. Gave me some brandy for the shock. You know, (CHUCKLES) maybe a little too much brandy, as it seems. Hey, Zack. Thank you, Dad, for driving me home. (CHUCKLES) See? It's that burden of proof thing again, innit, Senior Sergeant? Huh? SCOTTISH ACCENT: It's a bugger of a wee thing. (CHUCKLES) Oh, uh, here. Thank you. Flowers belong in gardens or in vases, not on suits. It's a flower; it's not a whole bloody bouquet. I look like a harvest-fucking-festival float. It's our special day, darling. Put it on. Ow! That pricked me. There's no blood. You want blood? Oh! (ASHTRAY CLATTERS) That's assault. Then arrest me. With pleasure. (DIALS) Let me understand this. Charges have been preferred, but the victim now declines to give evidence. Yes, Your Worship. She doesn't wish to proceed. The police have informed her that it's not now up to her, and I've informed her that it's at your discretion. I see. And you are representing yourself, Mr Bungay? I am, Your Worship. I can't wait. Assault is a serious charge. It is, Your Worship. Even accidental. Stresses of work again, was it? More wedding day nerves. A storm in a teacup ` well, more an ashtray. He doesn't like flowers on a man. I insisted. He, uh, threw an ashtray, not at me, exactly. It just arced. Aluminium. Light. Unforgivable, of course. I have, however, apologised, and she has forgiven me, I think. I have. (CHUCKLES) And, as you can see, Your Worship, we're still getting married. In 20 minutes, if it please the court. (MENDELSSOHN'S 'WEDDING MARCH') (CHEERING) WOMAN: Congratulations. Free champagne, darling. Come on. Good luck. Ian, the happy couple made it in time the other week? (CHUCKLES) They did, sir. Thank you. You know, I have a very nice rug in my chambers ` Persian. But it's only so big. You can't keep asking me to sweep things under it. Uh, no, sir. Thank you. Personally, I like the man. He's become a fine advocate. But there are those in favour of putting a stop to his excesses. I suggest you distance yourself, Ian, before that rug gets pulled. 1 Still a fucking dive. So, what are we drinking here for? Wanted to get you alone. No witnesses. Ah. Court's in session, is it? Look, Mike, uh, you've finally got what you want now, so` I have? Wow. What's that? A wife. A place together. And you've built a promising career. 'Promising'? Oh dear. But you keep pissing it up against the wall, Mike. You need to focus on what you're good at, and what you're good at` I'm good at quite a few things. I entertain. Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Mike Bungay, and I appear for the money` - (LAUGHTER) - uh, the Defence. I've had the odd nod of approval in the sack. (MOANS) But you can't keep sleeping around and have a decent marriage, and you can't keep thumbing your nose at everyone and have a decent career. I have so far. Career, that is. For God's sake. Oh, it's hopeless. It's bloody hopeless. Just let him drown it all in booze. Hey, Ian. You drown in water, not booze. That's how you deal with it, Mike. Look, we all have our demons` Oh yeah? You show me yours, I'll show you mine. Graves, shoelaces, people you think you've helped graduating to fucking murder? You have helped people; a lot of them the right ones, and there'll be a lot more too. If you manage to stick around. I'll stick around, all right. On my own terms. I am who I am. You want me to behave myself? You can go and get stuffed. They're right. You can't go on like this. Why not? Because we can't. Because I am sick of waiting like everybody else for things to change. It's cold dinners. It's a cold bed. It's Trish Walkley. (SIGHS) You tell me about her, Mike. Don't ask me about that. Why not? It's too hard? It's too confronting? Because I won't lie, and I don't wanna hurt you. (LIGHTER CLICKS) Silence is a lie. Not in my world. Yes, it's your world because it is all about you, isn't it, huh? (GLASS SHATTERS) (SHRIEKS) Go on. Now you can smoke yourself to death. (PHONE RINGS) Bungay. (SIGHS) Michael, it's Shirley Smith. I'm sorry to call you at this hour. Shirley, what's wrong? It's my husband, Bill. He's been arrested for spying. (DOOR SHUTS) Sorry, Mike. I just can't keep` No, no. But what if I promise to be good? Look, Mike` I can't afford not to be now, OK? I've just been handed a very tricky, very high-profile case. Bill Sutch? Christ, he was head of our delegation to the UN. He was. He's ex-Secretary of Industry and bloody Commerce, current chairman of the Arts Council. No, this is huge. There's never been a spy trial in New Zealand before. The Official Secrets Act. The Solicitor bloody General prosecuting. So not a great time to be parting ways. (CHUCKLES) No, this is the exact time to be parting ways. I don't want to be on the bus with you when you drive it over a cliff. Which is why... I capitulate. I join the ranks of the grey. Behave. Not a drop will pass my lips till the trial is done. I promise. (INTRIGUING MUSIC) Just don't turn it into a bloody circus. (SIGHS) (SIGHS) Roll up, roll up. All the fun of the fair. Captions by Julie Taylor. Edited by Tracey Dawson. 1