Newton's Law

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.

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.