Original subtitles

TERRY: Wakey-wakey, Doug.

Hey... TERRY: They're endangering us.

ALLISON: Doesn't he deserve a second chance or something?

Like a warning to clean up his act.

If that doesn't work, I know one sure way to get him off the smack.

DOUG: We're doing it, me and Izzie, we're getting clean.

We're going into a clinic, one of the best.

Just don't let me down again.

I'm setting up stalls. You know, I could sell gems.

Sounds perfect. If I could afford it.

The money you wanted for your ex, it's in my suitcase.

You can pick it up whenever you want.

(THEME MUSIC)

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

My dad was a slaughterman.

My dad was a slaughterman.

What we used to call a freezer worker back in NZ.

It's a tough job

and he worked his bum off

saving money to make his dream come true.

And in the end, he finally got it.

He bought the Gisborne pie cart

so he could work nights

as well as days,

selling pies.

Making peanuts.

The money my dad paid for that car,

I make more money than that

in a single day now.

If you follow the rules, then what we do is 98% safe.

Nobody suffers.

But if even one of us breaks those rules,

then we all go down together.

TERRY: It's been two years since I came to Australia.

And you're getting this bonus...

...because those two years have been good.

But I'm giving you more than money here. This is a chance.

A chance to make your dreams come true.

Real dreams.

Not sad ones, like my dad's.

Just remember to do the right thing and it'll all be ours.

TERRY: Customs pulled you up with an air pistol

and for that, you spilled your guts?

WAYNE: Look, I'm sorry, I panicked. Alright?

They found my real driver's licence. They got my real address.

What did you have back at your place?

Smack. They said I'd get 20 years.

So instead of shutting up and looking after your mates,

all you could think was, how can I get out of here so I can shoot up?

Am I right?

AM I RIGHT?!

(SOBS) Yeah.

Give me one reason I don't blow your brains out right now, Wayne.

Man, I...

I need a piss, man.

TERRY: Shithouse reason, Wayne.

You know what?

Wayne, I got a better idea.

You ready? Uh... no.

Can... Can I just take a piss?

OK, look, I'm going to piss my pants.

Sure.

Thank you, Bob. (UNZIPS)

Ahh. (URINATES)

TERRY: Hurry up, Wayne!

Oh, Jesus, he's covered in it. TERRY: Shut up. Shut up, Andy.

(LAUGHING) Andy, shut up.

Turn around. Turn around.

(EXHALES) Good boy.

Ahhhh.

Ahhh.

(SCREAMS)

Fuck!

Fuck.

(GROANS)

Aargh! Ahh!

Aren't you going to ask?

If you want to tell me, you'll tell me.

He's alive.

I should have killed him.

People will think I'm weak.

I don't. I know you're not.

You know how this happened.

You know where he got the money to buy the smack.

I know.

You told me he was going to set up a gemstone business.

I have to protect us all, Allison.

I have to protect us.

(SOBS)

I understand.

So what did you do?

I took a cricket bat and I bashed him.

Oh, you... I started with his fingers.

And broke every bone up to his neck.

So he's still out there?

What do you think, I called him a taxi?

(WAYNE GROANS)

JACQUl: Wayne Robb spent a week in hospital,

refusing to talk about the attack that had caused his injuries.

As soon as he could,

he hurried straight back to New Zealand

and broke all links with the organisation.

Excuse me.

Uh... Kim, can you point me in the direction of the Wilsons' room?

Oh, my God, where did you get this stuff?

I have my sources.

This goes with it.

Oh! Pineapple lumps.

Buzz bars! I haven't seen this stuff in yonks.

DOUG: Oh, it's a real Kiwi sugar feast.

Tel, mate, you have... you've outdone yourself.

IZZIE: Thank you.

Let's get some glasses, hey?

Want one?

I heard Wayne blew his entire bonus on smack.

Made me wonder who was supplying him.

He said he was helping out a mate or something. Just like a one-off.

Hasn't made things easier with Allison, sorting this shit out.

Come on, man, it's not your fault. It's Wayne. He fucked up.

He's not the only one.

OK, Tel, look, I know I've let you down, OK?

But Izzie and I, that's why we're here, man. We're getting clean.

Tell me you're onto this, OK?

Tell me you've got this shit sorted.

It's a promise, brother.

If I'd known you were going for a record,

I would've brought my stopwatch.

You should try this.

That roasted shit you eat, there's no goodness in it.

For all the goodness you're getting, you might have to go up a pant size.

Funny... Groucho. (CHUCKLES)

Where are we at?

I made the call this morning.

Looks like it'll be another run late next week.

And how did that other business work out?

It's already sorted.

Sorted? That's a new word for it.

I judged it was better to keep Wayne Robb alive as an example.

I heard you're rooting his girlfriend.

If you're after seconds, Bob, I'm sorry but you're not my type.

I got us a tape of Wayne Robb's narcotics interview.

Why would you do that?

Well, I paid for that out of my own pocket. Not even a thankyou?

I told you I'd deal with this.

He didn't just name you.

He named the Wilsons as well.

That's a big concern.

Fine.

Leave it with me.

OK, but believe me, if this thing we've got gets noticed,

we are fucked.

I'm not scared of the cops.

Forget the cops. They just want their cut.

People I'm talking about,

if they find out about this, they won't settle for a share.

They'll take over.

An aggressive takeover.

You understand me, Terry?

Yeah.

Hey, Doug. (CLICKS FINGERS)

Oh, hey, man. Get up.

Are you whacked? Look at me.

Look at me. No, man, no.

It's just... It's the medicine they give us.

Valium. Takes the edge off.

Your mate Wayne, he named you as a supplier.

Gave the cops your address. Shit.

You go and discharge yourself, get your shit, you go home

and you get your stuff out now.

I've got nine months on the lease. Now!

The cops are all over you and you're worrying about a fucking lease?

Alright. Alright. Just cool it, man. I'll do it.

Good choice.

Doug, what's happened?

Ah, nothing, babe. It's fine. We're just... We're splitting.

What, now? Yeah. Spontaneous, huh?

Be a bit of fun. Yeah.

He is so cute!

The girl who's been sitting our house can only do a couple of weeks

and... we're not really sure how long we'll be gone for, so...

Well, Queensland's a nice place for a dog, though, right?

Not that I've been, but the beaches and all that.

You're with Terry, yeah?

How come you're not coming with us?

I've got work, that's all.

TERRY: Ladies!

You ready to roll? Andy, grab your girlfriend.

ANDY: Kay, let's go. Come on.

Nice to meet you. ALLISON: You too.

ANDY: Right, OK.

We're going in separate cars.

I need someone to stay here and look after things

till this shit with Doug's sorted.

I just thought with Andy over from Singapore, he could've handled it.

I don't trust Andy the way I trust you.

You're smarter than him.

So you love me for my brains?

Among other things.

I'm doing this for Doug.

As soon as he's sorted, there'll be time for you and me.

JACQUl: The plan was to lie low in Queensland

until Wayne Robb's statement was filed and forgotten.

A couple of weeks, Terry thought, should see everything back to normal.

('I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A SNOWMAN' BY MILLIE PLAYS)

Oooh! (LAUGHS)

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, come on!

(LAUGHS)

One.

(SNORTS) Yeah!

Whoo! Like a champion!

Yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

(SNORTS)

(SNORTS)

(LAUGHS)

(MUFFLED SOUND OF SONG FROM ROOM)

(POP!)

JACQUl: In the early hours, the staff at Brisbane's Gazebo Hotel

started to worry that the gentleman in room 34

was running up a bill he'd never be able to pay.

Not to mention a sneaking suspicion that there was an animal in the room.

MAN: What's this, mate?

Hey? We'll take this.

Give me your keys.

Car keys? Yeah.

Where's your stash?

Where's your stash?!

What's this, mate?

It's money, mate. Money, mate. We use it to purchase things.

JACQUl: None of which would have led to the staff calling the police

if Terry had not also registered as J. Petersen, M.P.

Now, the Premier of Queensland at the time was Joh Bjelke-Petersen, M.P.

And whatever your views on Joh were,

his name was not one to play around with, especially not in Queensland.

Look what I found in Joh's Jag.

You got a licence for this, mate?

You're stuffed, mate.

You're stuffed, mate.

Got a spare smoke there, mate?

TERRY: Do I look like your mate?

Do I look like I'd give you a smoke if I was?

So what time's dinner, then? I'm a bit peckish.

Right.

(CELL DOOR LOCKS)

They charge you?

Possession of unlawfully obtained money.

You? That, and unregistered firearm.

Right, so it's bugger-all then. I don't know why they bother.

Only reason they picked you up is 'cause you're with me.

What, you reckon they're on to something?

They've got a sniff. But if we say nothing, stay calm, it'll be fine.

MAN: We have reason to believe

that your friend, Joh Petersen,

is, in fact, a certain Terrence John Clark.

I told you... I don't know him. I... I don't know anything.

We believe that Clark's wanted in New Zealand on serious charges

relating to the importation of heroin.

Further to that, we believe that he's involved

in drug importation into this country.

Whatever your involvement in this, we're going to go a lot easier

on you if you just help us.

I can't. We can't.

Go into his cell, get him talking.

No fucking way!

Don't know who you're talking about.

The guy reads me like a bloody book, OK?

I've never been able to lie... I don't know what you're talking about.

DETECTIVE: Come on. We're not asking you to make a statement.

Nothing's being recorded. We just want some info.

Just talk to us, Doug.

You can't get out of here and shoot up until you've talked to us.

So just tell us about Terry, yeah?

DOUG: Nobody's going to get in his fucking way. Nobody'll stop him.

He's gonna just do whatever he wants.

He'll get whoever he wants. He'll get me, OK?

If I say a fucking thing, he'll kill me.

(AMBIENT MUSIC)

Looks like you're leaving us a bit early.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

Ally, it's Andy. Is there something wrong?

Yeah, I guess so.

Look, it should be OK, but we got arrested three days ago.

It's bullshit stuff. Penny-ante.

They've bailed me, but Terry's been extradited back to New Zealand

on some old drug charges.

I'll come right up there.

There's no point, love. They're flying him out tonight.

JACQUl: Andy returned to Singapore, Doug and Isabel came back to Sydney

and the whole organisation waited to hear what would happen to Terry.

When he had first come to Australia,

Terry had been on the run from a drug charge in New Zealand.

At long last, the law had caught up with him.

But now he could buy the best defence team

the Land of the Long White Cloud had to offer.

Leading the team was Peter Williams, QC,

and assisting him was a bright, young junior solicitor ready for anything.

Mr Clark, I'm Karen Soich.

Miss Soich, thanks so much for coming.

I'd ask you to sit down, but there's 50 years of built-up filth here.

The bench is fine.

Have you been assaulted, Mr Clark?

Call me Terry.

Alright, Terry. I thought I should start by giving you an update.

In light of the hardship your extradition's caused...

Sorry. Um... the reason I hired Peter is I was told he was the best.

I'm sure that extends to anyone he works with.

As far as the legalities go, I'm happy to follow your advice,

whatever it is.

You just tell me how I can help you.

Um, alright. So, do you have any questions or?

Any chance I can get some paper for drawing?

Sure.

Thanks.

(CELL DOOR LOCKS)

(GASPS)

We both got a scare.

(LAUGHS) Sorry, I was just leaving.

Uh... I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm Bob Jones, Terry's business partner.

I was hoping we could have a quick chat... about business.

I've got a plane to catch.

Not for another four hours, am I right?

I won't take up much of your time, love.

Just a coffee and a quick chat.

How are stocks?

What stocks?

We had a shipment about a month ago.

There must be still some in the tank.

On the other hand, it's, uh... it's been a busy month.

I can't discuss this with you.

Wise move.

I could be anyone.

You could be a cop.

Well, if I am, they've lowered their standards.

Sure you don't want some?

Look, Allison, it's OK. I'm fair dinkum.

Terry and I have been partners in this from the start.

We have no secrets.

So how come I've never heard of you?

Must be a secret. (CHUCKLES)

Look, I'm just concerned about supplies.

There are a lot of people down the line

who'll lose money if things dry up.

Even if you do know Terry, I can't just tell you his business.

I have to get to the airport. Uh, do me a favour, love.

You tell Terry he could be gone a long, long time.

And if he is, there are going to have to be some changes... in management.

You have a nice flight, alright?

TERRY: I told you to stay in Sydney.

I came because I'm worried about you.

Well, you can see I'm fine.

Why are you being like this?

Visits in these places - look but don't touch, talk but only bullshit.

I'm like a fish in here.

Bob Jones came to see me.

He wants to know how much furniture we've got in stock.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

Good girl.

Let's keep it that way.

Allison, I'm Karen Soich.

You're Terry's lawyer.

One of them. I'm Mr Williams' associate.

He wanted me to give you this.

JACQUl: Karen Soich thought she was delivering love letters that day.

In fact, they were detailed instructions

on how to keep the organisation running.

So how's Andy?

(LAUGHS) I don't know. You'd know better than me.

Me and Andy were just, you know, a bit of fun.

So, are you working? Looking around.

Not seeing much, though.

I don't know how to ask this, but...

...I'm looking for someone to... help me out

while Terry's away.

Help you out?

You might have heard rumours about me.

Look, I hope you don't...

No, no, no. It's totally cool. I'm, um... I'm really open-minded.

In fact, I'm kind of flattered.

So you'd be willing to try it? Sure.

I mean, I've never done it before, but can't be worse than Andy, can it?

Sorry?

Well... to tell you the truth, I'm actually kind of curious about how...

...you know, girls, you know, do it.

Oh, no. (LAUGHS)

JACQUl: It might have been a shaky start,

but Allison quickly improved her technique

and began recruiting a whole team of young female couriers.

With the benefit of her efficiency and innovation,

the Mr Asia syndicate entered a golden period,

bringing in more heroin and making more money than ever before.

Yeah, there were risks,

but if you followed the rules, said Allison, it was 99% safe.

And after all, as they always told themselves,

it wasn't as if anyone was getting hurt.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Hey, mate. We've got a male, mid to late 30s.

Been here for a long time, I'd say.

Cause of death?

Looks like multiple gunshot wounds, among other things.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

What the hell happened to his hands?

(TWO GUNSHOTS)

PHIL: I've got a body with no hands, with its teeth smashed in.

Sound familiar? Why would it?

When you were interviewed in Brisbane,

one of the arresting officers gave me a call

to see if there was anything in what you were saying.

I don't understand. I mean, we didn't say a word in Brisbane.

Did we?

I didn't sign anything. It was strictly off the record.

Oh, my God!

They were gonna charge us, Izzie.

My God. You were sick. I was trying...

PHIL: Look, our tentative identification

says the deceased is Harry Lewis, known as Pommy.

Apparently, he's been missing for the last 12 months.

Oh, my God. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. Baby...

See, this is an execution, Douglas, just as you described it.

The body buried in the exact location that you mentioned.

Look, I already said what I said, OK?

I don't see why we're going through this again.

That was Queensland. It's a different jurisdiction.

So what, you want us just to repeat the whole thing?

Do you get what you're asking us?

Did you see what happened to Pommy?

Clark is in custody in New Zealand.

Right now, he's not a threat to you, OK?

This is your best chance to make sure that he doesn't threaten you again.

DOUG: Right.

Oh...

Oh, fuck.

JACQUl: With the discovery of Pommy's body,

Doug Wilson's interview in Brisbane was finally taken seriously.

But the secretly recorded tapes

were passed on to the New South Wales branch

of the Federal Narcotics Bureau.

DOUG ON TAPE: He pays people, you know,

and kills anyone who compromises the operation.

Everyone's fucking frightened of him.

If you can drag yourself away from that for a minute...

Oh, I just heard something you might be interested in.

(PHONE RINGS)

Terry?

It's me, beautiful, Terry Clark, not guilty, Your Honour.

Oh, you got off! I can't believe it! I can't believe it's true!

Told you. Nothing to worry about.

Not everyone is like you.

Their best witness was an ex-girlfriend.

Bitch hates my guts and admitted it on the stand,

which didn't do much for her credibility.

Allison, I need your help with something.

Have you seen the Wilsons recently?

Once... or twice.

I keep hearing rumours they've done the wrong thing. Told tales.

I keep saying it's bullshit.

You've seen them, what do you think?

I don't know. I swear, I really don't. Terry, I need to see you.

I've gotta stay in NZ for a couple of weeks till the heat dies down.

I miss you so much.

I'll call you when I'm coming.

('SAD AND LONELY AND BLUE' BY IVA DAVIES PLAYS)

# If you wait for my return

# Wait till I come home

# 'Cause you know I'm soooooo sad

# And Ionely and blue

# If dreams really did come true

# Then I've been there with you... #

IZZIE: I thought you weren't coming till next week, Ally?

It's not about the drop-off.

DOUG: Ally. Oh, hey.

Um... Oh, you're early. We thought next week.

I got a call from Terry. Right, right, the trial.

How... how is that... how is that going?

Oh, it's finished, Doug. Yeah. They found him not guilty.

Oh, fuck.

Well, he... he's got like nine lives, doesn't he?

So is he... is he coming back... to Sydney?

Not right away.

But soon. Thought I'd give you guys a warning.

Why... why would we need a warning?

Because he likes you, Doug.

He trusts you. But that'll only get you so far.

(GOES UP THE STAIRS)

I thought you said Terry was locked up in New Zealand.

PHIL: You need to take a Bex, Douglas.

Do you even know where he is?

He was acquitted, but I've spoken with the New Zealand police

and they've got Clark under surveillance.

OK, which, as you can imagine,

leaves Isabel and I fucking shitting ourselves!

Calm down. Take it easy. I've offered to arrange some sort of protection.

No, no, I've told you, OK?

Every time you guys come near me, I'm risking my fucking life!

Get on to New Zealand. Just get an update on Clark's surveillance.

Where are you going?

What I've got here is a tape of Doug Wilson's interview in Brisbane.

Sounds to me

like Mr Clark needs to choose his friends a little more carefully.

TERRY: Gentle... men.

What's this, Brian?

A very expensive welcome back present.

You owe Bob $250,000. You won't mind the price once you've heard it.

I don't believe it. BOB: What is he to you? Blood?

He's got class, unlike some people I could mention.

BOB: He's a fucking junkie!

I have told you before, Bob, I will handle my own people.

And I have told you before this is a concern,

and not just to us at this table.

Your people, your responsibility, right?

JACQUl: Terry soon considered his money well spent.

Doug had not only talked about the workings of the drug syndicate,

but several of the murders Clark had committed

in the course of his career,

including Greg OIlard...

...and Pommy Harry. (GUNSHOT)

Having been recorded secretly,

the Wilson tapes themselves couldn't be used as evidence.

But the information they contained and what they revealed was explosive.

(LOUD BANG)

MAN: So, look, did he have distribution networks set up

before he arrived?

DOUG: No, no, no, no way, man.

I mean, Terry's like... he's like a hick from Gisborne, OK,

but with delusions of grandeur.

Delusions? Drug delusions?

No, no, like...

He paints, you know?

Like a fucking high school kid,

but he thinks he's Picasso, you know?

Look, he... he thinks he can do anything.

Come on, Izzie. Let's get a wriggle on, eh?

We don't need all this shit.

We're not going on fucking holiday!

Just leave it! I'll do it!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who's that? TERRY: Anybody home?

Dougie?

TERRY: Anybody home? Isabel? Doug?

Just...

(BABBLES)

Sorry, are we interrupting?

MARIA: I told Terry we should have called first.

Hello. Hey, Tel.

DOUG: It's not... It's not true, Tel.

It's that Scottish cocksucker, Maher. He hates us.

OIlard, Robb, Pommy - they were all shit bags.

I saw you as a brother.

I feel the same. So does Izzie.

What's wrong, Doug? What, you got dog shit on your shoes?

No, no, course not. No?

You know I've got contacts. I know that. I wouldn't lie...

Lower your fucking voice! My son is inside.

(TERRY SIGHS)

Look me in the eye.

In my eyes.

And you swear to me this is bullshit.

Look, whatever you've heard, Tel...

...it is, it's bullshit.

I would never grass, man.

Never.

That's all I need to hear.

I've got a job needs doing.

A pick-up in Melbourne.

I need someone I can trust.

I can pay you in cash or smack. If that'll get you more.

A mate of mine was here yesterday, chasing...

Probably give me 1,600 for it.

Well, you can't say no to that, then.

You're a good man, Tel.

IZZIE: Yeah, but why us?

DOUG: I don't know. He trusts us. OK? He knows we need the money.

Yeah, trusts us since when? Fuck, Izzie, I don't know!

Look, he brought Jarrod with him, didn't he?

He brought Maria with him. Why would he do that if he was, you know?

And I wish we didn't throw our fits away.

Just get on with it, eh?

(SNORTS)

OK, babe, you know, maybe we are fucked.

I just don't know what else to do.

If we stay here, he'll kill us for sure.

(SNORTS)

Huh.

No, he trusts us.

You know?

He trusts us. DOUG: Yeah.

He does. He's just...

He's just trying to help us out with money. It's going to be fine.

I love you.

MAN: G'day. How are you? I'm Fred.

Hello there.

Ahh... come on. It's freezing out there. Come in.

(DRAMATIC SONG INTRO PLAYS)

# If you wait for my return

# Wait till I come home

# 'Cause you know I'm soooooo sad

# And Ionely and blue

# If dreams really did come true

# I'd be there with you

# 'Cause you know

# I'm so sad and Ionely

# Sad and Ionely

# And blue

# I dream of kissing but something's missing

# I know

# I know it's true

# I'll be home

# I'll be home

# I'll be home

# Home

# With you

# Your kiss is my own rejoice

# If I could hear your voice

# 'Cause you know

# I'm sooooooooo sad

# And Ionely

# Sad and Ionely

# And blue

# And blue

# And blue

# And blue. #