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-[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[ARNE SNORING]

-[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
-[GASPS, MUTTERS] What?

-[GROANING]
-We got a problem.

-ARNE: Okay.
-[DOOR CLOSES]

-PAULA: "John Stephen Lance."
-Who?

PAULA: We've a Federal
Court order for your detention

pursuant to the provisions

of the Australian
Commonwealth Immigration Act.

Oh. Thank you.

-[SIGHS]
-Hmm. I'm sorry,

I can't read that
without my glasses.

Lock him up.

Just lock me up?
This is Australia.

It's still a free
country, isn't it?

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-[♪♪♪]

[BRAKES HISSING]

[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT]

Get back in line now.

[GATE CLANGS SHUT]

PAULA: Two weeks
ago, you were arrested

by the Metropolitan
Police in London

selling Disney
products outside license.

Upon arrest, UK visas
and immigration confirmed

the three-month travel visa
on your Australian passport

was overdue a
total of 4,986 days.

-That's more than 13 years.
-JOHNNY: Yeah...

Yeah. Mickey Mouse.

-I beg your pardon?
-Yeah, I... I...

I was selling, um, Mickey Mouse.

We're not interested in what
you were selling, Mr. Lance.

Oh, yeah, no, not everyone's
interested in Mickey,

but I've got other things, I
got, um... [CLICKS TONGUE]

...I got Minnie, and...
and Pluto and, um...

Oh, Goofy. I fuckin' love Goofy.
Goofy's probably me favorite.

PAULA: According to our
records, John Stephen Lance

died of heart failure in
Melbourne 16 years ago.

I don't think so.

Yeah, look, I wasn't
feeling all that flash

a little while back,
but I don't think so.

We wanna know where
you got this passport?

[YAWNS] Oh, I
got shockin' jet lag.

-Did I tell you that?
-PAULA: And we want to know

-what your real name is.
-Um, I don't remember.

No, I deadset, I deadset,
I got "amnesteeshia."

[FELT-TIP MARKER SQUEAKING]

So, you will be housed
here at Cheltonham

while your immigration status

is efficiently and
expeditiously assessed.

[WHISPERS] "Assessed?"

DIANA: Regardless of the
results of that assessment,

before being accepted into
the Australian community,

you will need to be able

to appropriately
identify yourselves

-by your Christian name.
-Christian?

-DETAINEES: Christian?
-[STRAINS]

-[♪♪♪]
-[CROW CAWING]

Fuckin' idiot.

For example, my
name is Diana Swinson,

if I were asked
"What is your name?"

I would reply, "My
name is Diana."

-DETAINEES: Diana?
-My name is Diana.

My name is... My name is...

-Diana.
-DETAINEE: My name is Diana.

My name is... [SPEAKS ARABIC]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, boss, we got company.

[BRAKES SQUEAKING]

[HANDBRAKE CRANKS]

Fuck me.

Somethin' tells me
there's drugs in this house.

I fuckin' hope so! [LAUGHS]
How ya goin', mate?

-I've been good.
-[BOTH LAUGHING]

-How ya goin'?
-[CHEERFUL BANTER]

So...

let's see how we go, shall we?

[SNORES]

[DETAINEE SPEAKS
NATIVE LANGUAGE]

-Hmm?
-What is your name?

-Hmm?
-CHARLES: John fucking Spitieri?

Where the fuck did
Johnny Spit come from?

Gimme that fuckin' thing.

Risen from the
fuckin' dead, mate.

Jesus Christ!

Well, somebody better
send him straight back there,

quick fuckin' smart!

ARNE: I'll tell ya
something for nothing.

John Spitieri opens his
mouth, you and I are fucked.

[♪♪♪]

[CHATTER IN ARABIC]

Sorry I'm a little
bit late, everyone.

Okay. Stay. All right,
you ready to go?

"My... My name is..."

What does it say?
"My name is..."

-DETAINEES: My name is.
-And again.

DETAINEES: My name is.

Yeah, good. So, what...
what... what's your name, buddy?

-My name?
-Yeah, what's your name?

Hayyan Lamma Dayoub Shebadeh.

Okay.

Um, do you wanna write it
up on the blackboard for me?

[DETAINEES CONVERSE IN ARABIC]

[FELT-TIP MARKER SQUEAKING]

JOHNNY: Oh. Hmm.

-[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-Yeah.

-Is good?
-No, no, that's a... that's a...

that's a good name, mate.
That's a... That's a good name.

I just... just think,
it might be, um,

a little bit too long
for the visa forms.

Like, in Australia, we...
we... we... have short names.

-For get, uh, visa...
-JOHNNY: Hmm.

-...uh, is better I have...
-Visa?

-...uh, short name?
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah,

it could be, mate.
Yeah, have a short one.

-You have for me?
-JOHNNY: Oh, yeah, mate.

Yeah, in Australia we got
heaps of 'em. We got, like,

Stevo. Uh, Tommo.

-Uh, Trevor--
-Trevya?

-JOHNNY: Trevor, yeah.
-Trevya.

Yeah, I'll write it...
I'll write it down for ya.

-Okay.
-BAKTASH: Trevya?

[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]

Trevor. See? See, Trevor.

Oh, I got a spelling
mistake there.

-There, Trevor. Yeah?
-My name is Trevor.

[LAUGHS] This, uh, good
name... good name for visa.

-Visa?
-Good... Good visa name.

-Visa name?
-JOHNNY: What's your name, mate?

-[SPEAKS ARABIC] Wasim.
-Wasim.

Wazza, mate. You could
be Wazza. Yeah. You--

-Wazza?
-JOHNNY: Wazza, yeah. Wazza.

-Visa name?
-JOHNNY: Visa name. All right.

BAKTASH: Ah, Wazza!

-Wazza. Trevor, Wazza.
-JOHNNY: All right, okay.

-You're from Syria, aren't ya?
-HAYYAN: From Syria.

What did you do in Syria?

-Uh, I walk.
-You... You walk.

Yes, I walk every day.
I like walk very much.

It's good. It's good to
have a brisk walk, isn't it?

You know, get your steps up.

Oh, no, no. No, no. Uh, he walk.

Not... Not walk, uh,
like job, job. You walk.

Oh, work! Yeah,
yeah, work. Yeah, okay.

I work hard. Seven
days, every week.

JOHNNY: That's good,
mate. People here,

they love a hard worker,
mate. It's good to work hard.

-But, um, here, I no have work.
-JOHNNY: No, me neither, mate.

That's-- You just picked
up on something there.

In English, you've
gotta say, "Don't have."

-Down? [SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]

No. Like, I don't have no
work. He don't have no work.

She don't have no work.

They don't have no work.
Them don't have no work.

See? But that's
proper English. Yep?

Yeah, everyone
don't have no work.

Oh, mate, in this shithole,
nobody have fuckin' nothin'.

CHARLES: There's a lot of
loose lips in go-slow, mate.

Haven't got him
in go-glow, mate.

Feds have got him out in
Cheltonham on a visa blue.

-Cheltonham?
-[♪♪♪]

Well, why didn't you say so?

-You got someone in there?
-Oh, yeah. Fuckin' oath we have.

Big Willy Leota.

He's waiting on deportation
back to Kiwi-land.

Can he get the job done?

CHARLES: Oh, yeah, he
can get the job done all right.

Sure as there's
shit in a cat, mate.

All we gotta do is
speak to Big Willy Leota,

and Johnny Spit's for
the fucking high jump.

[GRUNTS ANGRILY]

JOHNNY: Oh, thank you
very much. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Two-- Good. Okay.
-No. Uh, 25 percent.

-Twenty-five?
-Yeah.

You say I bring you
student for English...

-Yeah?
-...and we be, uh, partner.

-Uh, I get 25.
-Twenty-five? What are ya?

I... I am like you.
Aussie entrepreneur.

Entrepreneur, ay? What's
your name anyway, mate?

Uh, Jihad.

-Jihad.
-You... You serious?

Yes.

You can't call yourself
that here, mate.

Some people will think
you're a fuckin' terrorist.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah.

Oh, mate, don't-- You should...
You should get one of 'em

temporary Australian
names. Jihad, Jihad.

Jarrod, mate. Just put
Jarrod on the form, I reckon.

-Okay, Jarrod.
-JOHNNY: Yeah.

-Uh, Jarrod. Okay.
-JOHNNY: All right.

Here's twenty...
That's 25 percent.

-Oops. [CHUCKLES]
-All right.

-Partners, mate?
-Oh.

Partners.

-Yeah.
-Okay. And your name is?

Oh, I'm Johnny,
mate. I'm Johnny.

-Johnny?
-Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

But you can call
me Johnny. Yeah?

Okay. Johnny.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

-[♪♪♪]
-[DOOR OPENING]

Thought you might
be interested in this.

Turns out it was
on one of the AFP's

old Red Notice files.

-[REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE]
-[DETAINEES CHATTER IN ARABIC]

So, did you come out here
with your oldies, mate, or what?

Uh, uh, oldies?

Yeah, like, you know,
like, your family and that.

Oh, no. Uh, family...

Family, uh, all
dead in Syria. In war.

Yeah. But, uh, I...

I have uncle in Brisbane.

-Brisbane?
-Mm.

Hey! That's where I come from.

-I grew up in Brisbane.
-Oh.

That's bloody
paradise there, mate.

He live at very wonderful
place, with forest and lake.

Is called, uh,
called Forest Lake.

-Forest Lake? Oh, mate!
-You know?

Yeah, mate. Yeah.

-Oh!
-Oh, nice.

Yeah, I... I did
time out there once.

Time?

Yeah, oh, mate, I was... I was
a naughty little boy back then.

You know, I used to
be a ragin' smack addict.

-Smacker dick?
-Yeah, no, I'm clean now, mate.

I'm tracking square.

But gotta get out of
this shithole, mate.

-Then I'll be on me way.
-JIHAD: I on me way, uh, too.

Before war, my father,
he work in garden in Syria.

I think maybe I like to
do something like this.

Mm-hmm.

They have garden
here in Australia?

Oh, shit, mate,

they got fuckin' flowers
and everything here, mate.

Out there it's a fuckin'
jungle out there, mate.

What about you, Johnny?
You have family in Australia?

Nah, mate. Nah.

Nah, mate.

Yeah, I...

Yeah, I... You know,
I did once, mate.

That was a long time
ago, though. Yeah.

Yeah, I had a little
sister and everything.

[♪♪♪]

JOHNNY: Except, um...

we had... we had
a fire one night...

-[FIRE BLAZING]
-[GLASS SHATTERING]

...and me mum never made it out.

[BOTH SOB]

So, me and me sister,

we were shipped
off to foster care.

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, yeah, haven't seen
me little sister since. Yeah.

-Oh!
-[BALL THUDS]

[GRUNTS]

You... You like me.
No family no more.

-Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so, mate.
-[BALL THUDS]

JIHAD: But you
grow up in Australia,

-so why you in this place?
-Oh, mate!

That's just... That's
just a tragic case

of mistaken identity, mate.

But you watch. I'll
get out of here. Yeah?

JIHAD: How you do that?

I'll use me scone,
mate. That's how.

-[GRUNTS]
-[DETAINEES CHEER]

See, mate? I fuckin'
used me scone.

DETAINEES: [CHANTING]
Johnny! Johnny!

-Johnny! Johnny!
-[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Niall Toole speaking.

Niall. Paula Kerrisk
at Immigration.

NIALL: Yes, Paula?

[♪♪♪]

John Francis Spitieri.

[♪♪♪]

International fugitive.

Money launderer.

Criminal mastermind.

WOMEN: Five, six, seven, eight!

-BOTH: Whoo!
-♪ So take it higher ♪

-BOTH: Whoo!
-♪ So take it higher ♪

-♪ So take it higher
♪ -♪ Take it higher ♪

♪ So take it high... ♪

-Annie!
-No, Minnie.

I can't. I just can't.
[WHIMPERS]

MARION: What you
gotta understand is

all men are essentially
just bloody dropkicks.

Daddy wasn't like
that but, was he, Mum?

Oh, no, sweet, no.

Daddy had to be house-trained.

He didn't come
that way naturally.

See, that's the thing,
darl. Men are like horses.

Unless you train 'em up,

they're just not
worth a busted arse.

[♪♪♪]

-Hi, Crush.
-All right, love?

These flowers are
looking a bit tatty,

-aren't they?
-MARION: Yeah.

CRAIG: Wanna use something else?

Oh no, darl, no. Your
mourners insist on your gladioli.

Can't get enough of 'em.
Especially the old sheilas.

They go all fizzy at the bung

at the very sight
of your gladioli.

-CRAIG: What's wrong with Annie?
-MARION: [SIGHS] Boy troubles.

-[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
-Who's this?

[ENGINE SPUTTERS, RUMBLES]

CRAIG: It's Flee.

I'll have a word.

[SNIFFLES]

Want me to give that bloke
of yours a slap for you, love?

No, she don't need
nothing like that.

Just a little lovers'
tiff, that's all.

[WHISPERS] You let me know.

See what I mean, pet?
They're all knuckleheads.

No bloody idea.

-I thought you should know.
-CRAIG: Yeah, cheers.

MARION: It just takes
perseverance, darl, that's all.

Why don't you girls, um,

go and bring in them
programs for us?

Thanks, Mum.

Bad news, Maz.

Our old mate Johnny
Spit's just been pinched.

-Johnny Spit? Oh, fuck!
-Yeah, fuck.

Ah, fuck.

-Question.
-Yeah, Trev.

So, what this word
"fuck" mean, Johnny?

"Fuck?" Oh, mate, that's
just an "emphansiser."

"Emphansiser?"

Yeah. Yeah, that's just
to... to "emphansise" things.

-BAKTASH: "Emphansise."
-JOHNNY: Yeah.

Oh, just say I said to someone,
uh, "Who are you?" Yeah?

That'd be like me asking
'em who they are. Yeah?

Askin' them what their name is.

But if I said, "Who
the fuck are you?"

That's different, innit? Can
you hear the little difference

with the "emphansis?"
That's more like me saying,

"I don't know who you are or
what you're on about, buddy,

but as far as I'm
concerned, you can fuck off."

-Yeah?
-Fuck off.

Yeah, fuck off.
Um, go off, go away.

Ah, so "fuck" mean "go."

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, it can
do. But, um, look, it can mean

lots of different
things, just depending.

Um, like, just say
I'm doing something.

I'm doing something, I'm,
like, I'm making something.

And then I get jack of it,

I might just say,
"Oh, fuck this!"

-Yeah?
-Ah.

And that means, "Oh,
forget this, I'm tired of this."

"I don't wanna do
this no more." Yeah?

Or if I said to some
bloke, "Fuck you!"

Yeah? That's me saying,
"I disagree with you."

"I disagree with you.
I don't wanna hear

no more of your shit." Yeah?

Or if you ask me a
question, like, um, like,

"Hey, did you enjoy the footy
game on the TV on the weekend?"

Yeah? and if I
said, "Fuck yeah,"

yeah, it's different, innit?

Yeah? That means
"Definitely, yeah, definitely."

Yeah? Yeah. So, did
you all understand that?

Fuck yeah!

-Yeah.
-[MOSQUITO BUZZING]

Fuck off! See? Yeah.

-[♪♪♪]
-NIALL: John Francis Spitieri.

Convicted criminal,
heroin addict,

low-level drug dealer.

In 2003, the former Criminal
Intelligence Commission,

while investigating

Gold Coast money
launderer Darren Barrington...

Oi, what the fuck do you
think you're doing there, pal?

...recruited Mr. Spitieri to
act as a covert operative.

This was done in order to expose

a criminal conspiracy
involving this man,

underworld boss
Charles "Chicka" Martin.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

-Yeah, what?
-NIALL: Now, Chicka Martin

hatched a plan with this man.

Hmm. Police Inspector
Arne Frederick Deviers.

Chicka, it's me.

Yeah, we found someone to
get a message to your big mate.

All be sorted out soon.

-[CHUCKLING]
-[SECURITY GATE BUZZING]

-Goodbye, Johnny Spit.
-ARNE: RIP, son. RIP.

Oh, snap. See? I got
it. See, it's two sixes?

See? I won that one.

-So, I'll take those ones.
-[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

-[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
-CLARE: As I recall it, Niall,

you headed up that CIC
investigation, didn't you?

Uh, yes... Uh, yes,
Madam Commissioner, I did.

Hmm.

Now, in order to
obtain critical evidence,

we had Spitieri wear a wire,

so the whole thing
was sound-monitored

and tape-recorded.

FOSTER: But Spitieri's
status as an informant

was critically compromised
in the course of the operation.

-[DOOR THUDS]
-[ROBBER SHOUTS]

[EMPLOYEES SCREAMING]

ROBBER: I want everyone
down! This is a stick-up!

Yes... [STAMMERS]

The official version is
that Spitieri's co-offenders

discovered that he was
working for us and shot him.

[EMPLOYEES SCREAMING]

-Snap.
-[STAMMERS]

NIALL: However...

John Spitieri's body
was never found.

And neither were the
proceeds of the robbery.

[TIRES SCREECH]

And with no informant
and no witness,

Deviers cast himself as the hero

and the CIC as
incompetent bunglers.

Yes.

And he's gotten
away with it ever since.

That's true, Madam
Commissioner, but the thing is,

there's been a rather
interesting development.

-JIHAD: Snap!
-Where'd you come from?

-I didn't know you were playing.
-I have one?

No, yeah, just half of one.

NIALL: An Anglo
male has attempted

to enter the country illegally

under the name of
John Stephen Lance.

We believe this
person to be, in fact,

John Francis Spitieri.

Oh, see? That's no match.
I thought it was a match.

See? There's a ten and
an eight, it's not a match.

So, he's not dead?

NIALL: That appears
to be the case, yes.

Now, I believe that if we
are to finally pin Arne Deviers,

John Spitieri is the key.

Snap!

Redemption, Niall.

-MARION: Oh, no, darl.
-Hmm.

Other way round.
Knives on the right.

Inside the spoon, sharp
side facing the plate.

-Fair enough.
-[SIGHS] Sorry, Crush.

Oh, you know what I'm
like when I'm stressed.

All I wanna do is eat, and...
right now, I'm that hungry

I could chew the arse
out of a low-flying duck.

Don't know what you're
worried about, Maz, honest.

Only person we
robbed was Chicka.

And Chicka pinched it all

-in the first place.
-Yes, darl, but...

the thing is,

Darren's whole share
went straight into this place.

If them IPIC
dickheads find that out,

-I could lose everything.
-[CHAIR SCRAPING]

Ah, bollocks. Been
stitched up here, Maz.

All these forks are
too bloody small.

Oh, no, darl, no,
they're your mini forks.

They go outside the big ones.

Why the fuck do you
need two forks for?

Well, your minis are for
eating what your fancy frog

-calls your petty bouchays.
-Petty what?

Your petty bouchays, love.

To, you know, wake
up the taste buds.

So, salads and
all that sort of shit.

You know, your, um,
your horse doovers,

they're your petty bouchays.

Know your bloody
stuff, don't you, Maz?

Course I do, Crush. I have to.

You've gotta know your
arse from your elbow

if you're gonna run a
top-class joint like this. And...

-[SOBS SOFTLY]
-Don't worry, Maz.

Johnny Spit ain't gonna
grass you up, is he?

He's old school.

He ain't gonna go
blabbing to no one.

If Johnny was a clock, he
wouldn't even tell the time.

Yeah.

[JOHNNY SNORING]

[WHISPERS] Johnny.

-Mm.
-Johnny?

[GROANS SLEEPILY]

-Hmm?
-Oh, sorry.

[MUMBLING] You right, mate?

[GRUNTS]

You okay, mate?

Johnny, I very nervous.

I feel very nervous.
Tomorrow is interview.

I... I... I don't
want to go back.

No, mate, mate, mate. You
don't have to be nervous.

We'll get out of here, mate.

In my... In my country, we--
Mother, she tell me a story,

we have great hero,
Sindibadu al-Bahriyy.

He travel many land, he
meet with giant and monster

and demon.

Sometime I feel
like this one, Johnny.

I feel like demon everywhere.

I think something bad's
gonna happen to me.

-No--
-No, I try be brave,

-but I very scared, very scared.
-No need to be scared.

Nothin' bad's gonna happen.

Even if they don't let you out
tomorrow, I'm an Aussie, mate.

They... They gotta let me out.

When they do, whooshka,
I'll put me hand up.

I'll put me hand up,
mate, and I'll sponsor ya.

Then you can stay here.

-You do this for me?
-Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, course I will.
We're mates, aren't we?

-Mates?
-Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[BRAKES HISSING]

[BOTH GRUNT]

[SCREAMS]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

-[DOOR BUZZING]
-[GASPS]

Viliamu Willy Leota?

"Oh, my gosh,"
says the bad dude.

"There he is,

-it's the Captain."
-[CHORTLES]

Just reading my little
mate here a quick story.

Not quick enough,
I'm afraid, Willy.

You're on the flight
out to Kiwiland. Today.

-Let's go.
-No hard feelings, bro.

Come on. Take an arm, boys.

-[LOCKERS CRASHING, THUDDING]
-[WILLY YELLING]

[OBJECTS RATTLING]

ANITA: As an IMA,
you may be eligible

for a Temporary Protection
Visa subclass 785,

otherwise known as a TPV,

or a Safe Haven Enterprise
Visa subclass 790,

AKA a SHEV. Do you understand?

-Snap?
-I beg your pardon?

ANITA: So, um
your name is Wozah.

No, no, no, no. Wazza.
Wazza is better for me now.

Well, all right, then.

-Wazza.
-Yes.

Our role is to
assess your eligibility

as an incoming IMA

for a TPV or SHEV.
Do you understand?

Fuck yeah!

Very good.

Good morning.

BAKTASH: [SPEAKING
ARABIC] ...visa.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]
...detention. Detention...

[CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC]

-Thank you.
-Thank you, shit hot.

ANITA: So, your name is Trevor?

My name is Trevor, but
you can call me Trevor.

Okay. Trevor.

Let's start with
your occupation.

HAYYAN: Uh, I
need find good job.

I working very hard.

-I like working, very much.
-So, you would find work?

Yes, but no bloody work
in this shithole. Fuck me.

Who's running our English
language classes at the moment?

[CHUCKLES]

ANITA: So, you say
your whole family

was killed in the bombing.

Uh, yes. Uh, my mother,
uh, father, uh, two brothers.

Did you seek counseling
or other assistance?

Coun... [STAMMERS]
Uh, no. No. There is no one.

I hide. Uh, maybe four days.

Soldier, they
come, they find me.

They say, uh... [SPEAKS ARABIC]

"Put up... Put up your
hands, or we kill you."

Old woman, she come,
she say, "This my grandson."

So, they let me go.

I... I run away, long
time... [INHALES DEEPLY]

...then Freedom
Army, they find me.

They say, "Join,
or we kill you."

I... I run away again. I
walk many, many days,

uh, until I reach border.

-To Lebanon?
-JIHAD: Yes.

And why... why did you not
stay in the refugee camp there?

Yes, I stay. Long
time. Maybe two years.

Um, there is many people
there, very sick. Dying. Hungry.

I... I don't want to die there.

Uh, so I sell my
mother's gold plate,

she have, uh... [CLICKS TONGUE]
Uh... [MUTTERS IN ARABIC]

...inscribed with the Shahada.

I pay this to smuggler.

You decided to jump
the queue, in other words.

Uh, there... there is no queue.
Just many people dying, sick.

You decided to buy your way out.

I decided to live.

[♪♪♪]

[AIRPLANE WHIZZING]

Hey.

You okay, mate?

I, uh...

I... I just come from
office. They say, uh...

They... They say I get visa.

Oh, that's shit hot,
buddy. Hey, put it there.

That is fuckin' awesome, mate!

JIHAD: Yeah, fuckin' awesome.

Oh, that's
sen-fuckin'-sational, mate.

[SNIFFLES]

Mate, ay, ay. [STAMMERS]
You got it, mate. Ay?

You got it, mate. You did it.

Is just, uh, my family.

-This my brothers.
-JOHNNY: Yeah? Oh, mate.

Mate, I reckon
they'd be proud of ya.

Yeah, they'd be
happy for ya, mate. Mm.

I, uh...

I go to Forest Lake.

I get work.

JOHNNY: Yeah, you
do that, mate. Yeah.

Hey, hey, I got this
old mate out there.

I think he sells
flowers and some shit.

Yeah, you could get
some work out there.

It's called Dabbadale
Gardens. Yeah.

-Yeah, just ask for Dabba.
-JIHAD: Dabba?

Yeah. Yeah, tell him
Johnny Spit sent ya.

-Yeah.
-Okay, Johnny Spit.

What about... What about you?
You... You get out soon, or...

Oh, yeah, mate, any
tick of the old clock

-I'll be outta here.
-Really?

Yeah, mate. Deadset certainty.
I'll be fuckin' free as a bird.

-Good on ya, mate.
-[♪♪♪]

JIHAD: Thank you, Johnny Spit.

This is your driver's license.

[WHITEBOARD CLATTERING]

Nah. Nah, that's not me.

-Beg your pardon?
-That... That's not me.

Ah, fuck, look how skinny he is.

He's got fuckin' squinty
eyes. I don't have squinty eyes.

No, he'd be a deadset
junkie, mate, that's for sure.

-Hello, Mr. Spitieri.
-Who?

[SCOFFS] This is a 2003
warrant for your arrest

on drug trafficking
charges. [BLOWS AIR]

You're under arrest, John.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Middle class white
boys Trying hard to annoy ♪

♪ All we really needed
Is a ticket to ride ♪

♪ All we need is
All we need is ♪

♪ All we need is ♪

♪ All we need is All we
need is, all we need is ♪

♪ All we need is Is
a punch in the face ♪

♪ Face, face ♪

-♪ All we need is a... ♪ -♪
We need a punch in the... ♪

♪ Punch in the face ♪

Well, fuck me, look who it
is. Me old mate Johnny Spit!

[CHUCKLES]

-♪ All we need is... ♪
-Fuck me.

Come on.

-♪ All we need is... ♪
-♪ Is a punch in the face! ♪

Chicka. It's me.

Listen, we're in
the fuckin' shit.

Your big fuckin' mate Willy

who was supposed
to be so fuckin' reliable

got a fuckin' holiday.
He's out. Transferred.

And guess what?

CIC got hold of fuckin'
Johnny fuckin' Spitieri, mate.

-It's a fuckin' disaster.
-Fuck!

[♪♪♪]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[RECITES PRAYERS IN ARABIC]

Ammu!

Jihad!

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

-Jihad.
-Ammu.

Habibi!

Welcome to Australia,
habibi! Habibi.

[SPEAKS EXCITEDLY IN ARABIC]

-[HEARING AID SQUEALS]
-[LABORED BREATHING]

[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Ah, Jihad! [SPEAKS ARABIC]

-[JIHAD SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

-[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

NEWSREADER: [OVER
TV] Recapping our main story,

John Francis Spitieri,
the man at the center

of the infamous 2003
"Informant A Inquiry,"

has been sensationally
located alive.

Officers of the Public
Integrity Commission

-today arrested Spitieri...
-Jihad.

-...on Queensland's Gold Coast.
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

NEWSREADER: [OVER
TV] Spitieri, a former convict,

was at the center of
explosive allegations

made against high-ranking
Queensland Police Inspector

Arne Deviers.

Spitieri was back in
police custody today,

charged with a
string of offenses,

including drug trafficking
and breach of parole.

Inspector Deviers today
shrugged off opposition

calls for the
"Informant A Inquiry"

to be reopened.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

All right, all right, all
right. Here's the scoop.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
-This just goes to show you

how totally wrong
the CIC got it.

They didn't even
know if their operative

was alive or dead. It's a
joke. That's all I got to say.

Have a good weekend.

-[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
-ARNE: Have a good weekend.

It's a fuckin' disaster.

We gotta get to him
before IPIC does.

[GATE CLANGING]

GUARD: Keep going.

Move along. You're
in there. Keep going.

Keep going. Keep
going. Keep going.

-Not you. You've got visitors.
-What fuckin' visitors?

[♪♪♪]

Oi. No contact.

Yeah.

Tyler.

This is your uncle. Johnny.

Yeah, yeah. Biscuit. Yeah. Oh.

-JULIE: Yeah.
-Oh.

Yeah. Hey, what's up, buddy?

-TYLER: Nothin' much.
-JOHNNY: Oh, yeah?

Why are you in jail?

Oh, well, mate. I
was framed, mate.

I'm an innocent victim
of cruel circumstances.

Hmm.

[ALARM BLARING]

JOHNNY: Mate, he's...
he's a little champion, Jules.

-He's my world.
-Yeah.

JULIE: He's all I have.

Anyways, yeah, I... I
tried to come and see ya.

Heaps of times. But they
fuckin' wouldn't let me.

Then, fuck, then they shipped
me out of the foster home

into Westbrook. By the
time I got out of Westbrook,

I was fucked in the head, ay.

I... I didn't know
where youse was.

I know John. It was the same.

Went looking for you, but...

I never forgot you. Never.

Look.

Yeah.

Three of us would be together.

[VOICE WAVERING]
I'm sick, Johnny.

Really sick.

Yeah, well, fuck, I'm gonna
get out of here real soon.

Really?

Yeah, yeah. Fuck, I'll be
out of here before Christmas.

And when I do, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna look after you.

And the little one. Yeah, yeah.

You'll be fuckin' back on
your feet before you know it.

-HAYA: Jihad... [SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

-HAYA: [IN ARABIC]
-[IN ARABIC]

[SPEAKS ARABIC] Uh, hello?

JOHNNY: Yeah, hey,
brother. What's happening?

-Johnny?
-Yeah.

Hey, thanks for the letter.

Yeah, I thought you
might've forgot me

once you got out
of that shithole.

No, no, you-- I don't forget.

-We... We partners. We...
-Yeah.

-...We mates.
-Yeah. Hey, listen.

I need you to do me a favor.

There's someone I need to
get some help for real quick.

[♪♪♪]

MARION: Anyway, it's not like

there's a shortage of
customers out there.

It's a bloody growth industry.

Especially in all
this hot weather.

Them punters are
dropping like flies.

Excuse me. Sorry. Um, Mr. Dabba?

His sister is very sick.
She have a little boy.

But, uh...

uh, Johnny needs
money for a... a lawyer.

He say maybe you can help.

Of course, pet. I'll get
you a gorilla for the lawyer.

You just wait right here.

Well, we use monkey for lawyer?

No, a gorilla.

A gee. A grand.

Silverback. Ten Nellie
Melbas. Thousand bucks.

Oh. Okay. Oh, yes.
[CLICKS TONGUE]

Yes. Uh-- Oh, 1000
is a lot for a lawyer.

-Oh, yeah, it's a decent wedge.
-Mm.

-Oh. uh, gladioli.
-Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you gotta have
'em. Mourners insist.

Mm.

So, there, lovey.

There's a gorilla in
folders for the lawyer.

Make sure you get
him someone good.

If you need any more,
just let us know. Okay?

Okay. Uh, thank you.

You, uh, maybe need gardener?

I love to walk.

Yeah, I like a
stroll. Of a morning.

Jihad... [SPEAKS
ARABIC] ...Johnny Spitieri...

-[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

Johnny... [SPEAKS ARABIC]
...cruel circumstances.

Oh.

Cruel circumstances.

-[IN ARABIC]
-[IN ARABIC]

[SPEAKS ARABIC] ...Aria.

-Aria.
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]

-Aria! Aria!
-Um...

Listen, Ma, I gotta
go, I'm at work, okay?

I'll call you later. Okay, bye.

AHMAD: Aria is
good. Very good, Aria.

[HORN HONKING]

JIHAD: You will free
Johnny today, uh--

No, you're asking
too many questions.

I'm doing this for you pro
bono. I already told you that.

Hey, you guys need
to wait here, yeah?

You boys from the
media, are youse?

-REPORTER: Yeah.
-You here for that whole

Gold Coast drug
trafficking whatchamacallit?

-REPORTER: Yeah, yeah.
-Sweet.

I'm his lawyer. Ari Sahni.

Here, you take one
too. Got any friends

who need a lawyer, tell
them to give me a call.

You boys should get
some pictures of me.

It's good. It's good for you.

I'm gonna walk back and
walk back again, yeah?

-All casual like.
-REPORTER: Sure.

-Just make sure you're rolling.
-[CAMERA BEEPS]

-Miss Aria--
-ARIA: Please wait.

Okay.

You ready? Okay, it's
a good shot, trust me.

-Action.
-[♪♪♪]

Ari Sahni. Reasonable
doubt at a reasonable price.

Okay, so this
one, it's a mention.

It's two minutes.
It's in, it's out,

you're done. It's quick.

-What about bail?
-Bail?

This is trafficking,
it's heavy shit, bro.

You can't just get bail for
this in the Magistrates Court.

You gotta go
Supreme Court for that.

I got bail last time in
the Magistrates Court.

Really? You can
get bail for this

in the Magistrates
Court? Okay. That's good.

We should try that, then.

What do you think? You
wanna try and get some bail?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, okay.

All right, well, that's
what we're gonna do then.

Let's go get some bail, man.

Bail refused.

-Bail refused.
-Bail refused?

ARIA: Look, bro, I
tried my best, okay?

-Just look on the bright side.
-What fuckin' bright side?

[SCOFFS]

[WHISPERS] So, what
we want you to do, okay...

[MUFFLED WHISPERING]

-PROSECUTOR: What?
-Right. Okay?

[SIGHS, WHISPERS]

Actually, Your Honor,

we're not offering any
evidence on those charges.

Oh, I object, Your Honor.
Wait, what did you say?

We're offering no
evidence, Your Honor.

-MAGISTRATE: On all charges?
-PROSECUTOR: Yes, Your Honor.

MAGISTRATE: All right.
No evidence offered.

All charges dismissed.
Defendant discharged.

Oh.

-[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
-ARIA: No, no.

I need you all to settle down.
I will talk to you one by one.

NIALL: John Francis Spitieri?

-Don't answer that.
-You've been served.

What are you hassling me
for? Mate, all me charges

-were fucking dropped.
-NIALL: No, no.

That's a notice to appear
before a public hearing.

IPIC wanna know what
happened 20 years ago.

We wanna know where the
money got to and we want names.

And if you don't
answer our questions,

you will go back to
jail for a very long time.

[♪♪♪]

-All charges withdrawn?
-Mm.

The direction has to
have come from Deviers.

I think he wants
someone to believe

that Spitieri's rolled over
and stitched up a deal with us.

Which now means
our prime witness

is at very grave risk.

♪ I put a spell on you ♪

CHARLES: Rightio.

♪ 'Cause you're mine
La-la, la-la, la-la ♪

♪ You better stop
The things you do ♪

♪ I ain't lying La-la,
la-la, lyin', lyin' ♪

♪ I can't stand it
You're running around ♪

♪ I can't stand it When
you put me down ♪

♪ La-la-la-la... ♪

-We got him.
-CHARLES: About fuckin' time.

♪ ...Because you're mine ♪

[FLEE GROANING]

[MUFFLED GROANING]

-[MUFFLED GROANS]
-CHARLES: Flee!

Where the fuck ya been, son?

[MUMBLING]

Inside, Chicka. Three weeks.

I was comin' to see
ya, Chicka, deadset.

I know I still owe ya.

You certainly
fuckin' do, my son.

-Plus six weeks juice on top.
-Oh.

So, why didn't I fuckin' hear
from you three days ago?

I just... I just need a
couple of weeks, Chicka.

-No, no. [GROANS]
-[GRUNTS]

Oh! Oh, fuckin'...

[SCREAMS] Oh, no! [GROANS]

No, no, no, no, no...

Chicka! Please, Chicka,
don't. Don't, please!

Flee, we both know the
penalty for late payments.

I'll get it! Real soon.
Deadset, I promise! Yeah?

I'm lookin' for Johnny Spitieri.

Johnny Spit? He's out, Chicka.
They... They released him.

Yeah, I know that, you imbecile.

I wanna know where
the fuck Johnny Spit is!

I don't know, mate! I haven't
seen him. [SCREAMS]

Mate, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Fuck! Oh, wait!

Oh, fuck! [SIGHS]

I... I did hear a tiny whisper
about where he just might be.

Oh, did you, Flee?

[SIGHS] Fuck.

-[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
-[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[AMBULANCE DOOR CLOSING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[♪♪♪]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ARABIC]
-[CELLPHONE RINGING]

JIHAD: Uh, hello?

JIHAD: Johnny.

Your sister's been
taken to hospital.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ARABIC]

-AHMAD: Can I help you?
-Yeah, you can, champ.

I'm lookin' for John
Spitieri. He around?

No, no, no. He's not here.

JIHAD: Is that right?

-Hey!
-Fuck off.

Excuse me.

-[♪♪♪]
-Hey! Hey!

-♪ Call my name ♪
-♪ Call my name ♪

-[YELLS]
-♪ I'm gonna run ♪

-♪ Ain't nobody ♪
-♪ Ain't nobody ♪

-♪ Bring me down ♪
-♪ Bring me down ♪

-♪ Don't you worry ♪
-♪ Don't you worry ♪

-[SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
-Hey, mister!

-Leave my house!
-[MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC]

-Oi!
-[SHOUTS IN ARABIC]

MARCO: Oi!

♪ Say my name ♪

-[CERAMIC SHATTERING]
-MARCO: Fuck!

♪ Say my name ♪

♪ All right, all right ♪

♪ Say, say, say,
Say, say, say, yeah ♪

[EXHALES]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS ANGRILY]

-♪ Say my name ♪
-♪ I'm gonna run ♪

♪ I'm gonna run ♪

-♪ Ain't nobody ♪
-♪ Ain't nobody ♪

-♪ Can keep me down ♪
-♪ Can keep me down ♪

-♪ Don't you worry ♪
-♪ Don't you worry ♪

-♪ Don't you fret ♪
-♪ Don't you fret ♪

-♪ 'Cause I'm ♪
-♪ 'Cause I'm ♪

-♪ Gonna be there in the end
♪ -♪ Be there in the end ♪

-♪ Hey, everybody
♪ -♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Under the sun ♪
-♪ Under the sun ♪

♪ They all gonna see me run ♪

[GRUNTS]

-♪ What's my name? ♪
-♪ What's my name? ♪

-♪ What's my name? ♪
-♪ What's my name? ♪

[FIRE HISSING]

Who's this guy?

Oi, bro. You're
standing in our hangi pit.

JOHNNY: Sorry, mate.

I've gotta get to the hospital.

-Go on. Get outta here.
-Thank you.

Hey.

What the fuck do youse two want?

Look, we just need--

Nah, nah, nah. Youse
don't need to nothing.

Youse two need to fuck
off the way youse just came.

Fuck off.

Thanks, mate.

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Everybody ♪

Fuck!

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Everybody say my name ♪

-♪ Say it again! ♪
-♪ What's my name? ♪

-♪ Whoa-ohhh ♪
-♪ Say my name ♪

-♪ What's my name?
♪ -♪ Say my name ♪

♪ What's my name? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT
ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

ANNIE: Hey, Craig.

There's a bloke out in
reception asking for you.

Says his name's Frank Lee?

Frank Lee?

Oh, fuck! Ooh!

-G'day, Crusher.
-What you doin' here, Flee?

Nothin'. It's just...

I run into Johnny Spit
when I was on remand.

Come on.

Oh, fuckin' hell, mate.

Jeez, Crush.

How long ya been
doin' this shit?

-Where's Johnny?
-Dunno.

Out and about. [CHUCKLES]

-I was hoping you'd tell me.
-What for?

Oh, I just want to
catch up with him, is all.

Old times' sake. Yeah.

CRAIG: You still working
for Chicka, are ya, Flee?

Chicka?

Oh... nah, nah, mate.
Haven't seen him in yonks.

Yonks, mate, yonks.

Yeah, well, I ain't seen
Johnny Spit in yonks neither.

As in about 20 years.
And I don't have to see him.

If you do bump into anyone
who's looking for him,

you be sure to remind
'em that Johnny Spit's

as staunch as they come.

Now get the fuck
off this property, Flee.

I find you here again,

I'll put you in one
of these boxes.

With aplomb.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT
ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]

JOHNNY: Yeah.

-You had red hair like me.
-Yeah.

Yeah, "Biscuit"
they used to call me.

Yeah, like Gingernuts.
'Cause I had ginger nuts.

You know, the... the hair.

What happened to you?

When we were little kids,

Uncle Johnny, he
looked after me.

Yeah. Yeah.

Uncle Johnny
gonna look after you.

Oh, yeah. Shit yeah.

So you'll always have me.

And... one of us will be here.

Have both of us.

Always.

All right.

[ENGINE REVVING]

-Sit.
-[SIGHS]

Sweet office, Chicka, ay.

-So...
-I've been everywhere, Chicka.

I asked everyone.

He's in fuckin' deep
snooker. Deadset.

Well, what fuckin' use
are you, then, Flee?

Yeah, no, not much, I suppose.

But I'm still
looking, Chicka, ay.

Flee, I thought I made myself
quite clear when we last spoke.

You did. That's
true, Chick, you did.

[SIGHS] I must say you were
very clear about that point.

And... very fair too.

[SCOFFS] I know I've
done the wrong thing here.

I accept that.

And I don't want to
fuck you guys around

any more than is
absolutely necessary.

I mean, that's only fair.

So, you've given me fair
warning, so fair enough.

-[ZIP HISSES]
-No worries.

There you go.

All good.

What the fuck is
that supposed to be?

That's my little finger, Chick.

I... [BREATHES SHAKILY]

I thought I'd save ya
the trouble of, you know...

That's just for this week.

I mean, if that could
cover me for this week,

say maybe up to next
Friday, that'd be great.

-Sweet. No worries.
-CHARLES: For a start, Flee,

that's not even your
fucking finger, is it?

FLEE: What do you mean?

Where'd you get
that finger from?

From my hand, Chicka.

I cut it off to save
you the trouble.

-Flee...
-[WHIMPERS]

...if I have to fuckin' rip
this bandage off your hand

to prove that that finger

didn't come from
that fucking hand,

I will have Marco rip
your fucking ears off

at the same time.
Do you understand?

Yep. [SOBS]

Because deception,
Flee, as you well know,

can be a very hurtful business.

Now, instead of
that little finger,

maybe I should just
take the whole hand.

-What do you think?
-[GUNSHOT]

-CHARLES: Fuckin'...
-[GASPS]

What did you fuckin'
do? You shot me.

[WHIMPERS]

You shot me with
your fuckin' hand.

-[GUNSHOTS]
-[GRUNTS]

[MEN GRUNT]

MARION: So what
we need to do, Craig,

is be all over
your death notices

like an itchy bloody rash.

That's what you call
proactive marketing, that is.

We should have a
Dabbadale Gardens brochure

and a bunch of your
bloody gladioli smack bang

in the family lounge room
before the body's even cold.

Oh, shit!

Someone's knocked Chicka Martin.

He's dead.

Couldn't happen
to a nicer bloke.

Hmm.

Wonder who's doing the funeral.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Homicide boys reckon he
was popped by Frankie Lee.

ARNE: Francis Lee?
I know that maggot.

"Flee."

He's a junkie
mate of Spitieri's.

They were in the same
unit together at Wacol

-until about two weeks ago.
-Fuck me.

Spitieri put a hit
out on Chicka. Fuck.

Where is he now?

We lost him.

Well, find him.

I want that little
grub stitched up

tighter than a
fish's fuckin' fanny.

John. [SIGHS]

I'm sorry. She passed
about 40 minutes ago.

She's still on the ward, though,
if you'd like to say goodbye.

[♪♪♪]

Excuse me. Where's...
Where's Tyler, her little kid?

Oh, he's fine. He's okay.
He's with Children's Services.

Children's Services? Fuck me!

[INAUDIBLE]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[BODY THUDS]

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-JIHAD: Johnny?

-[GROANS SOFTLY]
-JIHAD: Johnny?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-[GROANS]
-[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[LOCK CLICKS]

I heard about your sister.

I'm very sorry, Johnny.

Yeah, I fucked up.

And now her little
bloke's going into...

foster care. Just
like me and me sister.

No family, no one.

No. He... he have
someone. He have you.

JOHNNY: Oh, mate, I'm a fuck-up.

No. Johnny, no. You...
You are a good man.

You help everyone. You...
You save this little boy.

Nah, mate, I fuck--
I can't save meself.

JIHAD: You know,
you once tell me

my name is terrorist name.

This not true.

Jihad is proud name.

It means to struggle.

To struggle for
better world or...

better life.

And now, I have new life.

Because of you. You, Johnny.
You... you help me do this.

So, now I help you.

Because this what good mates do.

Yes?

-Johnny.
-JOHNNY: Oh, hey, mate.

JIHAD: How are you? Nervous?

JOHNNY: Nah. Nah,
nah, mate, I'm all good.

-JIHAD: Let's go.
-JOHNNY: Yeah. All right.

JANE: I'm afraid any
care arrangements

will need to be scrutinized and
approved by the Department.

-Oh, but I'm his uncle.
-Yes.

And this gentleman is?

Well, he's me mate, Jihad.

JANE: Well, this is just
an eligibility interview, John.

I'm sure you won't be
needing a support person.

But we are partners.

Oh. [CHUCKLES]
Partners. Oh! I see. I...

I didn't realize...
[STAMMERS] Well, then...

Yes, Jihad, of
course you may stay.

We very much want you
to be part of the process.

So, John...

I see from the police report

you have a rather
lengthy criminal history.

Yeah, but that's just old
shit, ay. There's nothin' recent.

I'm trackin' square these days.

Mostly drug possession, I see.

Yes. Yes, but just heroin. Yeah.

Yeah, and weed,
there's some weed too.

But all strictly natural.

-I'm sorry--
-Yeah, you know, like,

none of that chemical shit
that the kids use nowadays.

You know, all that ice
and shit. Oh, none of that.

None of that, I only ever
done all-natural products.

Yeah. Yeah, like, heroin,

heroin's from
natural-grown poppies.

You know? Innit?
And, you know, weed...

Well, weed's... weed's...
Weed's weed, you know?

Fuckin' eccies and speed...

I fuckin' wouldn't
touch none of that.

Yeah, you wouldn't know
where it comes from, would ya?

Can you imagine,

you imagine putting
that stuff in your system

and not knowing
where it comes from?

Nah, that'd just be
plain irresponsible.

Yeah. Don't you think?

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Ah, Crush!

Hi, mate. Long time, no see.

-How are ya?
-All right, Johnny?

Yeah, good, mate. Good.

Oh, fuck.

-Can't believe that worked!
-Here we go.

JOHNNY: So Dabba carked it, ay?

Yeah. It was his
heart, evidently.

He sort of, um,
over-exerted himself.

Yeah? What happened?

Oh, well, that's, um,
sort of personal, Johnny.

-Oh, fuck! I'm sorry.
-Oh, no, that's okay, darl.

Let's just say he
died happy. Yeah.

Very happy in
fact, as I recall it.

-JOHNNY: Mm.
-Mm.

Yeah, anyway, um...
[CLICKS TONGUE]

I... I was just wonderin', um,

about me... about me old friend?

Remember about...
about, um, Cyril Ash?

-Oh!
-Sure.

Cyril Ash.

Jarrod, pet, would
you mind just giving us

a moment alone with Johnny?

-Oh, of course.
-Thanks, darlin'.

-These are good.
-Mm.

Um, when I shot through,

I gave about 50 of
my share to Dabba.

I was just... I was
just wondering if...

any of it was still around.

Fifty grand? Are you serious?
That's 20 years ago, Johnny.

Yeah, no, um, yeah, I
thought it might've been gone.

Oh, no, darl. No,
no. Course not. No.

Darren invested
it all in this joint.

Mate, your fifty's worth at
least 20 times that much now.

Fuck, that's about a
hundred... hundred thousand.

No. Not a hundred, Johnny.
More like a couple of million.

Pet, you own 25 percent
of Dabbadale Gardens.

The only problem is,

if IPIC finds out
where the money come

from in the first place,

it'll be 25 percent
of sweet fuck-all.

Yeah, sweet fuck-all!

Oh, fuck!

Yeah.

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

Well, well, if it
isn't Jihad Joe.

-JIHAD: Hello?
-Jihad Kalif?

Detective Senior
Sergeant Peter Millard

from the Major Crimes Squad.

-This is Inspector Deviers.
-[CHICKENS CLUCK]

Mind if we ask you
a few questions?

JIHAD: Uh, yes, you can ask.

PETER: A man by the
name of Chicka Martin

was shot and killed on
the Gold Coast last week.

We have reason
to believe that, uh,

John Spitieri was
involved in that shooting.

Johnny? No, no, no.

Oh, yes, oh, yes,
oh, yes, old mate.

Your old china, John Spitieri.

A severed finger was
found at that murder scene.

-JIHAD: Finger?
-Yeah, a fuckin' finger, Abdul.

It come off an old codger who
was cremated two days later

at the very funeral home
you happen to be workin' at.

So, we're investigating
what the fuck

you and that funeral home
had to do with this murder.

And trust me, son, if we
so much as get a sniff,

you'll be on the
first plane back

to whatever shithole you
came from so fuckin' fast,

it'll make your
fuckin' ugly head spin.

[SNIFFS]

JIHAD: Johnny, I
am... I am very worried.

You think maybe they arrest me?

If I tip Deviers in the
shit at that fuckin' inquiry,

he's gonna come after all of us.

But... No, but...

-but you have to tell the truth.
-[SCOFFS]

No, but, Johnny, if you don't,

they're gonna send
you back to jail.

Oh, fuck 'em, mate.
Fuck 'em. Yeah.

Yeah. He's gonna
have to find me first.

[SCOFFS]

-[TRAIN RATTLING]
-[HORN BLARING]

Two wheels down, and here we go.

-[TIRES SCREECH]
-Now you're burnin' rubber.

Awesome.

[HIGH FIVE SOUND]

So, um, the thing is,

I might have to go
away for a little while.

-Where to?
-Oh, just away, mate.

-Why?
-Oh, I just sorta have to.

-[♪♪♪]
-Why do you have to?

See, if... if I don't, mate,

some friends of mine
might get into big trouble.

Can I come with you?

Nah, mate, no. Then
you'd get into trouble.

Well, what if your friends
go away and you stay,

and I be your friend?

Ah, mate, no.

No, I'd still get
into trouble, mate.

You should have this.

Yeah, I love you too, mate.

[AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING]

-[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
-[TRAIN RATTLING]

Well, well, back from the
dead, Johnny fuckin' Spitieri.

-[SQUASH BALLS RATTLING]
-[JOHNNY GROANING]

-[GROANS]
-ARNE: Ooh-hoo!

Shoulders square to
the wall. Look at that!

Lovely technique.
Oh, beautiful, son.

What a thing to behold.

-[GROANS]
-ARNE: Oh-hoo! [CACKLES]

V-shape grip.

[CACKLES]

-Enough.
-ARNE: Very nice.

-Look at that.
-[GROANS]

All right, all right...

Look, Johnny, old son.

[CHUCKLES] Johnny,
old son. This is a statement,

you set up that
robbery with Chicka,

yours truly had
fuck-all to do with it.

-I set nothin' up, mate.
-ARNE: Simple.

No, you and Chicka
did the whole thing.

Look...

We can do this the easy way,
or we can do this the hard way.

Take this pen,

sign your name
on the dotted line.

We can all go home.

I'm not signing anything.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh!

You know how this
works, Johnny. [PANTS]

You're a little piece-of-shit,
drug-dealing fuckin' junkie.

Tomorrow they can find you
face down in a skip somewhere,

just another dead
fuckin' addict.

No one gives a flying fuck.

I got a little kid
to look out for.

-Fuck your kid!
-I'm not signing nothin'.

Well, I've had
enough of this shit.

Let's do it the tried
and tested way, huh?

For old times' sake.

Let's go, son.

Every junkie should
learn how to fuckin' fly, ay?

Bit of fuckin' fresh air.

JOHNNY: No! [SCREAMING]

-No!
-[CHUCKLES]

-Fucking pull me up!
-You keep climbing out windows

to escape police
custody, Johnny.

One day you're
gonna slip and fall.

-[SCREAMS]
-[CHUCKLES]

JOHNNY: Okay.
Yeah, I'll sign it, mate.

I'll sign it, I'll sign it.

[PEN CLICKS]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[PEN CLATTERS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[♪♪♪]

[SEAGULL SQUAWKS]

I've fucked up. I know
I've fucked up, bubs.

I've always... I've
always been running.

All my life.

But I'm not gonna run no more.

I love you forever, bubs.

[PAGES RUSTLING]

-Mr. Toole?
-NIALL: Hmm?

[CLEARS THROAT]
Your full name is

John Francis Spitieri, also
known as "Johnny Spit."

I'm sorry, who?

Johnny Spit. John
Francis Spitieri.

-HAYYAN: Oh, look, it's Johnny.
-WASIM: Hey, Johnny!

Hello, Johnny. I
miss you, brother.

-NIALL: Witness.
-Please sit down.

Witness. I'll ask you again.

Is your full name
John Francis Spitieri?

I object.

Yes, Ms. Sahni? On what grounds?

S-- It's on the grounds
that this answer

will, like, seriously
incriminate my client.

Ms. Sahni, perhaps I should
warn you that any person,

including any lawyer,
who obstructs this hearing

may themselves be
charged with a very serious

-criminal offense.
-Okay.

FOSTER: Thank you.
Mr. Toole, you may proceed.

Thank you, Madam Commissioner.

Witness, would you look
at this document, please.

That is a photocopy

of a driver's
license in the name

of John Francis
Spitieri, is it not?

-Who?
-NIALL: John Francis Spitieri.

Um, I don't know.
I can't see it.

I haven't got my glasses.

Yeah, I can't see nothin'
up close without my glasses.

NIALL: Well, where
are your glasses?

Um, well, I... I lost 'em.

You lo-- What? You
lost them where?

Well, mate, if I knew that,

they wouldn't be
lost, would they?

No, anyway, I
can't read it, mate.

[SIGHS]

Yeah, no... Yeah.

Yeah, I can see there's
words there if I hold my arm out,

but I can't read nothin'.

It's a driver's license
in your name, I suggest.

How do I know that, mate?
Me arm's not long enough.

Hang on.

Um...

If someone could
just hold it up for me?

Please?

Orderly, could
you, uh, please...

hold the document
for Mr. Spitieri.

Oh, thank you.

If you could please just take
a half a step back. Thank you.

Yeah, but bring it
round a bit, please?

Yeah, and... and just a
little bit further forward.

Please. That's it, yeah.
Just tilt it forward a bit--

FOSTER: Mr. Toole,
perhaps if you could find

a suitable pair of
glasses for the witness?

NIALL: Yes, Madam Commissioner.

Um...

What prescription of
eyeglass do you take?

I'm sorry, mate,
my... my pre-what?

Pres-- What grading
are your glasses?

Oh, I don't know, mate.

I just wear what
the glasses bloke

tells me to wear.

[SIGHS]

Orderly, are they magnifiers?

Could I borrow them, please?

Yeah, perhaps if you try
these glasses, witness.

JOHNNY: Oh, thank you.

Oh, these are broken, mate.

-NIALL: Doesn't matter.
-Probably-- Should get the--

You get a screw,

-you can easily fix it.
-Doesn't matter.

JOHNNY: Well, it would
for the person who owns it.

Oh, mate, they're
Coke bottles, mate.

They're way too strong.

Mr. Toole, perhaps
we could find a selection

of suitable eyeglasses
to assist the witness?

Yes, Ma'am.

Uh, c... can I
borrow your glasses?

-If you must.
-Thank you very much.

Excuse me. Are they
real diamonds in there?

-Are they magnifiers?
-Yeah.

NIALL: Can I borrow-- Great,
thank you. Thank you very much.

Uh, ones...

-Clock is ticking, Mr. Toole.
-NIALL: Yes, Madam Commissioner.

I'm informed that
these are a one.

-JOHNNY: Oh, thank you.
-[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Oh, wow, these are
snazzy, aren't they?

They're good color
too, these ones.

Yeah.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, they make everything
fuzzy, these ones.

Oh, look at that.

That makes everything
look like a kaleidoscope.

-[NIALL CLEARS THROAT]
-Yeah, wow, that's like a...

Look at that.

Mm, yeah, I can't
read nothin' with 'em,

but they're cool,
mate, those ones.

Thank you.

Yeah.

-Thank you.
-These are a two.

Please keep it still
for me. Thank you.

No, they're still too
strong, mate. They--

That'll give me a migraine

if I use them for
extended period of time.

Mr. Toole, it appears
that the number two

are too strong for the witness,

and the number
ones are too weak.

Perhaps we could try a 1.5?

Yes, Ma'am.

Yeah, 1.5, I think
would be good.

Hmm...

-These are a 1.5.
-Oh.

Thank you.

They're filthy, mate.
Clean 'em up a bit for ya.

Give a clean for ya.

[HUMMING]

FOSTER: So, that
must be pretty close

to your prescription, witness.

Now can you tell me the name

of the license-holder
written there?

Um, whereabouts, Your Honor?

FOSTER: Mr. Toole?

Uh, sorry, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.

Uh, it's, um... it's
just at the, um...

[SIGHS]

Could I have my
glasses back, please?

-Certainly.
-[FOSTER CLEARS THROAT]

Yes, see, it's... it's
at the top there. It's...

three lines down
in capital letters.

It reads "Spitieri, John
Francis," does it not?

I dunno, I can't see it.

Oh. [SIGHS]

Witness, you were
recently charged

under the name of
John Francis Spitieri.

You have appeared here today
in answer to a Notice to Appear

in the name of
John Francis Spitieri.

You are in fact

John Francis
Spitieri, are you not?

Um, excuse me, Your Honor,

I've mentioned to these
people a couple of times before

that I'm currently suffering

from a very bad case
of "amnesteeshia."

I warn you,
Mr. Spitieri, if you fail

to answer the questions
of this commission,

you will be committed to
prison and held there indefinitely

until you purge your contempt.

-JIHAD: No!
-[CROWD GASP]

-[CROWD MURMURING]
-Uh, Johnny is a good guy.

He always look after mates.

You cannot put him in
prison for look after mates.

This is... this
is un-Australian.

-[SIGHS]
-[CROWD MURMURING]

JOHNNY: Yeah.

Madam Commissioner,
if I may intervene briefly.

I think I may be able to perhaps
save us all some time here.

May I ask the witness
several brief questions?

FOSTER: Yes, of course.
Thank you, Mr. Hamblin.

Thank you, Ma'am. Mr. Spitieri,

on Monday this week you
took part in an interview

with Detective Senior
Sergeant Peter Millard

of the Major Crimes Squad in
which you fully acknowledged

that you did indeed
plan that robbery,

in concert with the recently
deceased underworld figure

-Charles "Chicka" Martin.
-No. No, I never...

HAMBLIN: And you
provided Detective Millard

with this document.

A full and comprehensive
written statement

in which you detail your
involvement with the crime.

Didn't you?

That robbery's more
than 20 years ago, mate.

No one's got a memory
that goes back that long.

I'm not asking you about
20 years ago, witness.

I'm asking you about
Monday this week.

-Which Monday?
-On Monday this week,

you signed a full confession
to that robbery, didn't you?

-Didn't you?
-JOHNNY: Well...

HAMBLIN: Well, what?
You either did or you didn't.

It's a simple question,
witness, surely.

The writing on that, mate,
is too small. I can't read--

HAMBLIN: No, no, Mr. Spitieri.

No one is asking
you to read anything.

We just want you to
answer the question.

Did you or did you
not, earlier this week,

make a full and frank confession

to Detective Millard
of the whole affair?

Detective who?

Madam Commissioner, I tender
an eight-page police statement

bearing the witness's signature
on the bottom of each page,

detailing his involvement
in the robbery.

Mr. Spitieri, did you
sign that statement?

Witness?

-Yeah, well, I didn't want to.
-[CROWD MURMURING]

But you did, didn't
you, witness?

That is your
signature, isn't it?

Yes.

Oh, we're totally fucked.

HAMBLIN: Thank you.
[CLEARS THROAT]

But I was set up, Your Honor.

Oh, set up? I see.

Set up to sign a written
police statement eight times.

And precisely, tell me,
how did that happen?

-Arne Deviers.
-[HAMBLIN SCOFFS]

Witness, I put
it to you that that

is complete and utter nonsense.

JOHNNY: No, it's not. It's true.

HAMBLIN: It is an
outrageous and scurrilous lie,

Mr. Spitieri. Just like
all the other blatant lies

you've been telling
throughout these proceedings.

Well, I can fuckin'
prove it, mate.

-[FOSTER CLEARS THROAT]
-Oh. I'm...

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Pardon for the language.

Yeah.

-I signed my name, didn't I?
-Yes, yes, we know that.

You signed your
name eight times,

admitting your full complicity

in a conspiracy to
commit armed robbery.

Not on the statement.

-[♪♪♪]
-[SCREAMS]

Oh, fuckin'...

Yeah.

Hey, don't! Oh, fuckin'-- Hey!

ARNE: You keep
climbing out windows

to escape police
custody, Johnny.

One day you're
gonna slip and fall.

[SCREAMING]

Yeah, while I was
hanging out there and that,

upside down, I signed me name.

[CROWD MURMURING]

On the wall.

[♪♪♪]

Well, that don't sound real
good, Your Honor, does it?

I reckon you wanna get
somebody to go take a look at that.

What do you reckon?

[CHERRY-PICKER WHIRRING]

Get Forensics up
here straightaway.

I want this photographed
and fingerprinted right now.

[CHERRY-PICKER WHIRRING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Millard's rolled over

and provided a full
statement to the Commission.

So, Mr. Deviers will be
charged with attempted murder

and conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

Now, in the circumstances
we no longer require

your client's evidence
regarding the robbery.

We have all we need
on Mr. Deviers. So, um...

thank you, Mr. Spitieri,
for your assistance.

-Your client is free to go.
-Oh, thank you.

-Excuse me? Um...
-Yes.

What about my expenses?

Like, who's gonna pay
for my bus fare and that?

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Yes, the wheels of
justice has taken its course.

Thank to me, Ari, Ari Sahni.

Reasonable doubt
for a reasonable price.

-Let's go.
-[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

CELEBRANT: I pledge my
loyalty to Australia and its people.

CANDIDATES: I pledge my
loyalty to Australia and its people.

Whose democratic
beliefs I share...

CANDIDATES: Whose
democratic beliefs I share...

CELEBRANT: Whose
rights and liberties I respect...

CANDIDATES: Whose
rights and liberties I respect...

CELEBRANT: Whose
laws I uphold and obey.

CANDIDATES: Whose
laws I uphold and obey.

-Yeah, go on.
-CELEBRANT: Well done

and congratulations to you all.

I'm sure you're all very proud

to now be fully-fledged
citizens of Australia.

-Fuck yeah!
-[CROWD CHEERS]

[CHEERS] Congratulations!

[CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

[♪♪♪]

-Mate.
-JIHAD: Johnny.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Cheers, mate.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you, thank you.

-Cheers, cheers.
-CROWD: Cheers.

-Habibi!
-Habibti.

You don't need glasses?

-What for, mate?
-[CHUCKLES]

-Cheers.
-Cheers, mate.

-Mr. Johnny.
-Mm?

Uh, you have to dance.

Oh, no, I can't
dance for shit, mate.

-No, no, no, no.
-Bullshit.

-You are best dancer.
-I'm not good, mate.

Come, come, come.
I teach you. Come.

Here, here, here.

You do like this. Like this.

Yes? Easy.

Yep. Yep. Yep. Now give me this.

-Hey, mate.
-This.

Look. Yes. Yes. Shake it.

Shake it. Shake.

Beautiful, Johnny.

[TRILLING]

[TRILLING]

[CROWD LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

["SECURITY" BY AMYL
AND THE SNIFFERS PLAYS]

♪ You looked at
normies Different to me ♪

♪ You looked at
them With trust ♪

♪ I looked at normies
Different to you ♪

♪ 'Cause you looked
at them With lust ♪

♪ I see them lurking
From all of the angles ♪

♪ The egos say they can prey ♪

♪ You liked the colors And
the patterns I'm wearing ♪

♪ Poison you Like
the exotic snake ♪

♪ I'm not looking for
trouble I'm looking for love ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me
In your hard heart? ♪

♪ I swear I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Will you let me
Into your pub? ♪

[♪♪♪]

[PIANO NOTES PLAY]

["SHAKE 'N' ROLL" BY
THE VERNONS PLAYS]

♪ Everybody go and
take To the floor ♪

♪ Wanna see you shake
Wanna see you roll ♪

♪ I wanna see your faces I
wanna see them scream ♪

♪ Grab the kings and aces
Where in your dreams ♪

♪ We can hear you cry
Watching as you weep ♪

♪ Gonna make you high
And get you on your feet ♪

♪ Now I know ♪

♪ That we don't care ♪

♪ You don't see, ow! ♪

♪ Everybody go and
take To the floor ♪

♪ Wanna see you shake
Wanna see you roll ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, we don't care ♪

♪ Well, you're gonna
see Us shake and roll ♪

["ENOUGH'S ENOUGH"
BY THE VERNONS PLAYS]

♪ D'you see her walk
Walk all over me? ♪

♪ D'you see her
talk Disrespectfully ♪

♪ We don't See
things eye to eye ♪

♪ 'Cause she's blinded
By her spite and her greed ♪

♪ Don't ask me to walk a mile ♪

♪ 'Cause that walk
Ain't worth my while ♪

♪ I sure thought We
were once in love ♪

♪ But now I know for certain ♪

♪ Enough's enough ♪

♪ Enough's enough ♪

♪ Oh, enough's enough... ♪

JOHNNY: Mm, thank you.