As Bernie Banton jokes with his workmates on the James Hardie BI factory floor in the 1970s, he and his colleagues are covered head-to-toe in dust. Asbestos dust. Management says the dust is harmless, and why would anyone doubt them?
Bernie sits in a meeting at the Asbestos Diseases Foundation of Australia with Karen by his side. He can't listen to what he regards as platitudes any longer and lets rip at the Foundation's President Barry Robson. How can people - all these dying souls around him - be so naïve and believe anything Hardie tells them?
