Whilst barrister Cleaver Greene's ex-wife may call him unreliable, his son will call him a mate. To his learned friends at the bar table he is a real wag, and to most judges he is an outrage. To the Tax Office, he is a defendant, to a certain brothel owner a legend, and to his former cocaine dealer a tragic loss. The clients he loves the most - the cases that thrill him - are those that appear to be utterly hopeless. He will do whatever it takes to defend and save life's truly lost souls. The big sinners. Its drug lords. Its cannibals. Its bestialites. And at the same time, he will struggle to save himself, to stop himself falling back into the abyss that has characterised most of his self-destructive adult life thus far. Despite his own hopelessness, his wit and charm have won him hordes of companions over the years. Most nights of the week, there is no shortage of invitations: dinner with a judge, drug dealers, or his copper mates. He tends to wake up bruised. Physically. ...
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[after reading out Byron's "She walks in beauty, like the night"
Bugger me, he was good.
Yeah, but what use is it?
What do you mean "What use is it"? It's poetry, you knucklehead. It has only one use, and that's pulling chicks.
Rake mentions Ravel's "Bolero" twice. In the closing credits, the music is played by a band with questionable experience:
BOLERO Written by Maurice Ravel Performed by The Cammery Public School Concert Band (Their first run through!) See more