Original subtitles

No-one much likes whistleblowers,

particularly in an organisation like the police.

Just quit. I can't do that, Kim.

It gives me a reason to get up in the morning.

Are you sure you wanna do this? Yeah, I'm sure I wanna do this.

Why'd you join the cops?

I believe in order. Yeah, me too.

I've got runners all over the streets.

There's a battle on about who they work for.

Can't any of you kids bring this shit under control?!

DEBBIE: I'm shipping out.

Sticking your head above the parapet. Is that wise?

I'll take me chances.

I'm sorry.

You walk out on me, you don't come back.

Detective Senior Constable Debbie Webb reporting for duty.

ANDY: We know that name, Bobby.

If you've got any problems, say it to my face.

We will. Don't worry.

I'm new here myself. We'll have to look out for each other, won't we?

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪

(FAST-PACED UPBEAT MUSIC)

JACQUI JAMES: Early 1994, and the streets of Kings Cross

erupted in another turf war of the drug business.

For years, Bill Bayeh had been the biggest dealer in town.

Now Danny 'DK' Karam

decided it was time he moved over and made room for someone else,

namely Danny 'DK' Karam.

Each man on the Mile had to pick sides,

although a few greedy, brave or just plain stupid ones

tried to choose both.

Sooner or later, someone was bound to get hurt.

You see?

DK stabbed Samson.

Only luck of the Irish he's still breathing.

All he do is looking after my turf.

DK's selling drugs out there.

Russell 'Bubblehead' backing him up...

Wait, wait, wait. Russell's working with DK? That can't be true.

Billy, he's on our payroll.

Ask around.

He's two-timing us. I want him gone.

DK... gone.

I told you to bring Johnny with you.

He's washing his hair.

JOHN: Not our problem, mate.

Billy's business, Billy's problem. That's it.

Am I the only one that understands loyalty?

Our arrangement with Billy is like an insurance policy.

We cover him for everything. That's it.

Hey, hey, it's not my problem.

Tell him to call the drug squad. Easy.

Merry Christmas, mate. Oh, forget it. Forget it.

I got a better idea.

Hey, man. How you going?

What's this fucking shit I hear about you and DK doing Billy down?

Don't I have the right to earn income? It's a question of loyalty.

Does that mean nothing to you? Huh? Does it mean nothing?

It's your first and it's your last warning. Alright, Bubblehead?

SONG: # Hear what now? What's that sound?

♪ Rumble in the ground Frightening the crowd

♪ We were getting round to getting down

♪ Who's that over there with his sceptre and crown?

♪ It's Friday night We're all real high

♪ Dressed just right Feeling the vibe

♪ We are all very beautiful people

♪ And we don't wanna see any ugly people tonight

♪ We're chilling in the club Looking like the shit

♪ Looking like an MTV film clip

♪ Oh, shit, we're so cool that it hurts

♪ And we're playing a song that we know all the words to

♪ But what's this? Oh, no, please desist

♪ Gorillas in the mist Shadows in the fog

♪ There's a man over there with a banana in his fist

♪ And he barks like a dog and he looks at me and says

♪ I'm just another bad dancer

♪ Who won't take no for an answer

♪ We don't know how to pout with our lips

♪ But when the beat hits, well, we don't give a shit... ♪

(GUNSHOT, SIRENS WAIL)

JACQUl: Big Russell Townsend, aka Bubblehead,

was merely the latest in a long line of bouncers

to decide he'd rather be king of the Cross

than a humble shitkicker.

JOE DOOLEY: Who fired the first shot?

Didn't see anyone. Mate, don't give us crap.

He could've killed you. Think about that.

G'day, fellas. Thanks for your help. We'll take it from here.

No, that's alright. We've got this covered, thanks, Detective.

It's a serious crime. It's ours. Piss off.

Who was it?

Like I told your boys, I don't know. I didn't see anyone.

We'll be waiting outside. Thank you very much.

I got a message for you, Russ.

You talk to them, I'll hunt you down and eat your fucking liver.

We clear on that? (GRUNTS)

(CHATTER AND LAUGH QUIETLY)

(BOTH LAUGH)

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Um, I haven't been assigned to do anything yet.

I'm just dead keen to make myself useful.

Am I gonna be partnered with anyone? I mean, I've been here two weeks.

I know what you did at Kings Cross. We all do.

You dogged on your mates.

You think any of these boys in here want to partner up with you?

You want a job?

Make me a cup of coffee.

Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?

Absolutely, but not right now. I'm on my way out.

Can we make a time, then? Of course we can. Send me a memo.

JACQUl: And that was the pattern.

Every time Debbie Webb tried to sit down with her boss,

he was just too darn busy.

It took her ages to realise that Dennis Kelly

had zero tolerance for troublesome female detectives.

(WHISTLES HAPPILY)

(MEN CHATTER AND LAUGH)

MAN: Come on, boys. Let's get out of here, hey?

MAN 2: That's right, fellas. Come on, let's get a move on.

MAN 3: Whose shout?

They're gonna bury you under a mountain of this shit.

What's it to you?

Make a note of everything they do to you in your duty book.

Get the boss to sign it. He'll never bother to read it.

You were seen on the night of February 2

on Darlinghurst Road with a gun in your hand

shooting at Russell Townsend.

Not possible. I was on my way to the Gold Coast.

You went to the Gold Coast Feb 2? Ansett or Qantas?

We drove, me and Charlie Fish. We left just after lunch. Ask him.

We've got witnesses that put you at the scene.

Really? Willing to get up in court and testify against me, are they?

You can't go around shooting people on our turf.

It's against the rules.

You need to make this go away.

JACQUl: Detective Sergeant Chook Fowler

had laid down the law in no uncertain terms.

The drug business was only tolerated

on the condition that there was no shooting

and no... that's N-O... bodies on the ground.

(GUNSHOT)

Bloodshed drew unwanted attention of stickybeaks...

men like anti-corruption crusader John Hatton MP.

Hatton's campaign to clean out the NSW Police

was gaining momentum.

All he needed was hard evidence.

JOHN: Bubblehead, it's water under the bridge, mate. Forget it.

Look, the secret's keeping the streets safe

for the ordinary guy looking for fun,

legitimate income long-term.

You know, these pricks selling junk on the street...

that shit leads to turf wars, leads to violence,

leads to bloody coppers cracking down,

leads to the punters going someplace else.

So what's your plan?

Sack DK.

Tell DK it's over. Come and work for me.

Billy's happy, you're happy, the punters are happy.

That part about telling DK...

...you know he's gonna go crazy, he's gonna lose it.

Say, "Please." JOHN: Man, you're crazy.

"Please, Danny, with sugar and spice."

I don't care.

I sell my gear any place...

hotel, coffee shop, car park, kebab.

It doesn't matter to me.

But you know what happens...

...when there's a vacuum, huh?

Don't worry. We'll speak to everyone.

JACQUl: All John wanted was to persuade the street dealers

who were multiplying on the Golden Mile

to ply their trade elsewhere.

And if they refused to listen...

...well, he had Bubblehead along to add weight to the argument.

(ROCK MUSIC)

SONG: # We're the Shimmys We say hello

♪ We'd like to welcome you to the show

♪ Now it's our time to dance and sing

♪ And it's your time to shake that thing

♪ Do the Shimmy, do the Shimmy

♪ Do the Shimmy, do the Shimmy... ♪

Benny, you got runners on the street now, hey?

Me?

I've got nothing but the budget, Bubblehead.

What about Shaka?

Only one.

Give me his name. Me and Johnny'll get rid of him.

Fuck your brother. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey! Some manners here, brother, OK?

Now, Russ, chill it, man.

Talal Assaad. What did you say?

Talal Assaad.

♪ We're the Shimmys We say hello... ♪

You don't wanna do no drugs, Poppy. They fuck up with your head.

Can't you give us a deal on credit? Please?

Such a pretty head too. Don't be an arsehole.

Go away now, Poppy. Go, go. Go, go, go.

♪ Do the Shimmy, do the Shimmy

♪ Do the Shimmy, do the Shimmy

♪ Do the Shimmy, do the Shimmy

♪ Whoo! ♪

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Hey, freak, turn around. Where do you think you're going?

You can't tell me you didn't know what you were getting.

I want my money back. Oi! Hey, hey, hey!

Take it easy, mate. Bitch.

Hands off, hands off. I'll get my money back.

You need a white cane, mate.

Alright, settle down. Wanda, walk away, please.

(AUDIO FADES)

(SPOOKY MUSIC)

JOHN: I arrived in the Cross about half an hour ago, I guess,

and, um, I wanted to park in my normal spot,

which is behind the Tunnel cabaret,

but I couldn't because Hammer was parked there.

So I go looking for him.

I walk up through the mall here and I see this awesome-Iooking dude

half sitting, half lying on the footpath.

Alright, so I walk to the TAB, no Hammer.

Walk back again. Now this bloke is lying on the ground.

So I rush over, you know, try to sit him up.

There was blood coming out the back of his head, just oozing.

That's when I called an ambulance and that's when you arrived.

Do you know his name?

Nup. Driver's licence says Talal Assaad.

Do you know that he sold drugs? Nup.

Was there anyone else with you?

No.

A witness says there was a big guy with you.

No. Russell?

Johnny, if you know anything, then say so. Please, for your own sake.

Did you miss the 'Consorting with criminals' lecture?

If he killed him, do you really think he would've stuck around

to call an ambulance and do CPR?

What do you think?

I think we better move fast

if we wanna make sure Trevor and his mates don't take this off us.

They'll smell big bucks. What are you talking about?

How much do you think your mate Johnny

would like all of this to go away?

Hello. If you are looking for the boys, they've gone out for lunch.

I would not wait.

Um, no. Actually I was after you.

We've got a dead body, probably a dealer,

and John Ibrahim's involved.

I thought I'd handpass it to you

before Chook and the boys get their hands on it.

Well, that won't make the boys happy.

Mm. You up for it?

I'll ride shotgun.

I haven't had a suspicious death in yonks.

How much time for manslaughter? Mate, they can't pin it on ya.

There's a body in a morgue, mate. Somebody's gotta pay.

You were trying to resuscitate him, OK?

Everybody knows the rules, mate.

We'll take a trip, go to Lebanon.

No. No way. And prove that I'm guilty?

Yeah, right. Smart one.

OK, go for Plan B... stand your ground, stay staunch.

JACQUl: But it wasn't that simple.

A golden rule on the Golden Mile had been broken.

Talal Assaad had died in suspicious circumstances

and John Ibrahim was the prime suspect.

Most people shower and put on clean clothes before they come to work.

Get fucked.

Do you like pizza?

I'd like to ram your face in a pizza.

I believe you were present in the Springfield Mall

at approximately 1:30pm on April 21,

in the company of Russell Townsend,

John Ibrahim and Talal Assaad.

I wasn't with them, not all of them.

I was with John Ibrahim, walking through Springfield Mall.

We have witnesses that say they saw you

with John Ibrahim AND Russell Townsend

in Springfield Mall at about 1:55pm.

And we've been told that the three of you approached Talal Assaad

and at the time, Russell Townsend punched him

in the right side of the face, knocking him to the ground.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Everything under control here?

Detective Sergeant Haken entering the interview room at 9:47 am.

No. Everything's fine, thank you.

Is there anything I can help with?

Nothing you can help with. Thank you, Sergeant.

So were you with him at all that day?

Yes. I was walking down Darlinghurst Road.

I met with Russell on the street.

I said, "Hello. How are you? How you doing? See you later."

And after that, I didn't see him at all.

(MAN AND WOMAN PANT AND MOAN)

Mmm.

DEBBIE: Ohh.

Hey, tell me to mind me own business,

but maybe you should give the grog a swerve for a while.

Mind your own business.

I just think you hit it a bit hard.

Didn't you hear what I just said?

Look, I'm no alkie.

I just drink to keep me mum and dad company.

Oh, yeah? They hit it a bit too, do they?

Hey, don't take a swipe at me folks! Sorry.

Hey, how come the others treat you as bad as they treat me?

I don't take money.

Every bastard takes money.

I was with the Banking unit.

There was this guy ripping off one of the Big Four,

did it all electronically.

We tracked him down to the Southern Highlands, raided the joint... bingo!

There was a couple hundred-thousand dollars in cash

stashed under his bed in a garbage bag.

The other blokes started talking about

helping themselves to 30, 40 grand.

I just said, "Count me out."

Of course, that stuffed up their party big-time

'cause if I didn't take a share, they couldn't either.

Well, why didn't you?

I mean, the money's only going to go back to the bank.

They wouldn't have missed a few bucks.

I'm not gonna risk me pension, entitlements,

everything I got for chicken feed.

If someone wants to buy me, it's gonna cost them a mill.

And by the way, if you're ever out having drinks with these dickheads

and you have to answer the call of nature,

don't leave your drink unfinished.

One of them's likely to dip his wick.

What? Put his dick in my drink?

(SCOFFS) Oh!

(LAUGHS)

Andy says you're looking for something to do.

I'm not washing your car or doing your laundry, Bobby.

A friend of mine asked me

to fill out this licence application for him.

You wanna look after it?

I filled it in. You just have to sign.

A gun licence in the name of... Who's Marlene McPherson?

Lennie's wife. Lovely woman.

You want me to lodge a gun licence

in the name of the wife of one of the heaviest crooks in town?

There's a drink in it, Deb.

(SCOFFS) You think I... Fuck off.

No harm in asking.

What are you gonna do with that? File it.

You never know when it's gonna come in handy.

I thought I'd find you here. Hey.

The bastard stitched me up.

Don't let them get to you.

You're tougher than they are.

Mind that.

Keep your fly zipped up.

Internal Affairs. MAN ON PHONE: Yes.

I want to make a complaint against a police officer.

Alright. I'm a police officer myself.

Well, what's your name and rank?

Uh... you know what?

Just... forget about it. Forget about it.

Who was that?

Mind your own business.

So, Greg...

...do you wanna meet me folks?

You got Bubblehead's new number? Of course I got it.

Do you have it?

Give it to me. Come here!

BUBBLEHEAD: Is that you, man? Where are ya?

Look, don't worry about that. You know it was an accident, right?

Yeah, I know. When are you gonna come back, explain it to the cops?

I can't do that. I gotta lay low till the heat dies down.

Why'd you have to hit him so hard? Look, I'm not gonna dog, Russ. Alright?

But the cops are coming after me big-time.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS)

You've got to tell Internal Affairs. Nuh-uh.

Debbie, they've got your fingerprints on a gun licence for a crim's wife.

You've got to get him first.

Mate, if it gets back to Bobby and Andy, I'm in even deeper shit.

Does lover boy know?

Greg? No.

I just need him to...

I just need to shield him away from all my crap.

(LAUGHS)

Hi.

(MAN GRUNTS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Was it OK? It was terrific.

Michael.

Michael, it was terrific.

Next time, twice as long.

It's not a time trial.

But you're nice.

Don't hold that against me.

Are you Polish by any chance?

Polish? No. Why?

I am.

Mum would be in seventh heaven.

(LAUGHS)

GREG: Mmm!

Uh, John, can you please carve?

Oh, shit. Don't give him the fucking knife. There'd be a massacre.

Greg. Delighted.

OK.

No, thanks. Suit yourself.

So, Greg, are you a sergeant or a cunt-stable?

Just a humble senior constable.

Not the kind of bloke they promote.

Why's that? Are you gay?

(LAUGHS) No, worse... I don't play the game.

Greg don't take money, Mum, same as me.

(GROANS) Spare me days and pass the spuds.

Lovely spot, this, Mrs Webb.

I reckon it's the arsehole of the world,

but I s'pose you'd feel right at home if you were a turd.

Huh, he's a wet sock of a man. He'll drag you down.

The Milkybar Kid... that's him. (LAUGHS)

Huh? You're not normal.

You're not normal.

(CHORTLES)

I went up to him and I said, "Hey, Russell. What you doing?"

And he said, "I've got some fucking business to deal with."

(LAUGHS) Excuse my French, boys. But he was in a filthy mood.

When did you see him next?

Oh, it would've been about 10 minutes later.

He was at the Springfield Mall.

He was with a man I know as Buddy and John Ibrahim

and they were with a fourth man.

Um, look, I don't know his name, but he sells cocaine on the street.

SCULLY: And what happened?

Oh, well, Russell, Buddy and John were standing around the other man

and Russell punched him in the face

at least a half a dozen times with an open hand.

And from where I was looking,

Russell was standing to the left-hand side,

Buddy was behind him so he couldn't move away

and then John was standing to the right.

And then?

Oh, and then I got a job. A job. Yeah.

So I took the client into a room at Porky's

and I got some money from the client

and then I went up to use the phone at Springfield Mall

to score some cocaine!

And that was about... sorry... that was about 2:10

when I saw the other man or the fifth man or...

You know, the man. You know, he was, like, slumped over.

Ooh! Whoa.

Oh, sorry. (LAUGHS)

JACQUl: Scully now had himself a witness

who could place John Ibrahim at the scene of the crime.

The noose was tightening.

(DANCE MUSIC)

John knew he had a'Get out of jail free' card.

All he had to do was tell the cops that Russell Bubblehead did it...

he hit Talal Assaad too hard, it was an accident.

But the words of George Freeman

bounced around his head like a pinball...

"Respect people if you want them to respect you.

"Be loyal if you want loyalty in return.

"And never, never, never dog on your mates."

Thank God there's one gentleman left in the world.

Have a safe one, Kim.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,

let's hear it for the fresh new faces of the NSW Police,

Tracy, Jared, Kevin and Wendy.

(APPLAUSE)

Sir, a moment of your time?

Still dogging my heels, Dennis?

(LAUGHS) Your chief of staff's hanging up his boots.

I'd like to throw my hat in the ring.

Mixed metaphors. Why would I choose a man like you?

I've heard you described as devious, ruthless, unscrupulous.

There's three good reasons right there.

I reckon you need a street fighter in your corner, don't you?

Some of the best partnerships in history

are built on mutual dislike and distrust.

Russia and the Ukraine, for example.

Abbott and Costello. I get the point.

What do I have to do to impress you?

If you can't work that out, sport...

Commissioner, thank you very much.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(BOTH GRUNT AND MOAN)

Hey, whoa, whoa. Hey, slow down. We've got all night.

Here, give me your hand.

Oh, that's it.

(MOANS)

You're amazing. Did I tell you that?

About a thousand times.

(BOTH MOAN AND GRUNT)

There's something I need to tell you.

I do this for a living.

You do sex for a living?

What, do you mean you're a... I'm a prostitute.

Hmph.

Are you... are you saying...

Oh, you're not asking me to...

Pay for it? Oh, no. No.

It's just that...

I just wanted to be honest with you before this got any more serious.

I'd like it to be serious.

I think it already is, speaking for myself.

So you don't care that I'm... you know?

(PEOPLE LAUGH AND CHATTER)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)

GALINA: My glass is empty.

Order more champagne, you disgusting little dwarf.

(LAUGHTER)

And I will have the most expensive cocktail from the menu.

But you don't drink. I might change my mind.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Are you still seeing the child?

Michael? Yes.

I think he's in love with me.

Well, you know what I'm going to say.

"There's no such thing as love. Love doesn't pay the rent."

But you can't stop thinking about him?

How do I know if he really loves me

or if he's too young to know the difference?

I want him to prove it to me, Gale.

(KNOCKS) Kim?

Hello?

Anybody home?!

It's me. Kim, are you home?

Hello? Kim.

Melissa?

GALINA: Is that you, Kim?

Uh, no. Um, it's Michael.

Oh, Galina, hi.

Um...

Sorry.

SONG: # Baby, won't you be my baby tonight?

♪ Baby, won't you be my baby tonight?

♪ Baby, won't you be my baby?

♪ I got a feeling I ain't crazy

♪ Baby, won't you be my baby tonight?

♪ Honey, won't you be my honey tonight?

♪ Honey, won't you be my honey tonight?

♪ Honey, won't you be my honey?

♪ I got time but I ain't got money

♪ Honey, won't you be my honey tonight?

♪ Baby, won't you be my baby tonight?

♪ Baby, won't you be my baby tonight? ♪

Come on, Kim. Piss off.

Please, just give me a moment. I feel like a shit.

Yes, you are a shit. Yeah, I know.

You don't deserve me.

But if we both accept

that I don't deserve to be in a relationship with you,

what about, like, just sleeping together occasionally?

(GRUNTS) Grow up, little boy.

Ohh!

It's all your fault. You know that.

You're the one who slept with him.

Because you asked me to set him up.

GREG: Hello. Hi, Greg. No, no!

Don't come in. It's bad luck. Whoa!

Righto.

Hey, I've lined up the band, picked up the rings

and Mick Drury's agreed to give you away.

All systems go.

One problem. Me dress don't fit.

Oh, no?

No. Huh.

'Cause I'm pregnant.

Fair dinkum? How pregnant?

About 16 weeks gone.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I've always wanted a kid of me own.

You gotta give up the grog, darl.

I've had me last drink.

Over my dead body!

No child of mine's gonna commit suicide by marrying that.

Can't you just let me be happy for once?

I feel like stabbing meself in the heart right now.

Yeah, why don't ya?

Maybe I ought to just do you, you ungrateful little slut.

Put them down.

Put them down, Irene. Put them down!

Irene, put them down.

I said put them down! Irene, put it down!

(DROPS SCISSORS)

(GUNSHOT) Oh!

Oh... (WHIMPERS)

That's it. I'm gone. Youse can bloody rot for all I care.

It'll kill us, love. We can't do this on our own.

Maternity leave's the biggest rort there is.

My taxes are paying for you to take a six-month sickie.

For a moment there I thought you'd be pleased for me.

Not when you're sleeping with bloody Greg Locke.

Pregnant chicks are supposed to be horny all the time, aren't they?

Bobby, don't touch.

I bet you go off like a firecracker.

My Greg will fucking do you, mate.

(SCOFFS) I don't think so, sugar.

Your Greg is shipping out.

GREG: Drug Enforcement Agency, effective immediately.

What? This job is fucked.

(DOOR OPENS)

Sir, any chance of that catch-up?

I'd love to, but I've gotta run. Some time next week, I promise.

Can you just sign my duty book?

Oi, John.

What are you doing?

I shouldn't even be talking to you.

What's up?

They've upgraded your charge to murder.

Oh, no, no, no.

Look, we know it was Russell Townsend who hit him,

but if we can't find him, John, then you're it.

So you make a statement, explain what happened...

Hey, we don't dog.

Right? Even if it means jail time?

Jesus, John! What's Russell to you?

And what was his problem with Talal Assaad?

Look, Debbie, I don't know what this is about, but I'm not in the mood.

I want to make a complaint against the conduct of the officers...

Oh, look, I know it's tough for a girl,

but that's what you signed up for.

This is about corruption. (LAUGHS)

Then take it to Internal Affairs, sweetheart.

And be persecuted by every bastard from the Commissioner down.

This is your squad, your responsibility.

Should never have allowed women detectives, hey, sir? (LAUGHS)

Do you realise Andy Little spends most of his working time

doing rego checks for your predecessor

who now runs a private inquiry agency?

And Bobby Flood's been on the same brief for five years?

And there's four Fraud Squad officers

sitting down in Wollongong, doing fuck all,

rorting their travel allowance for two years?

And then there's these bastards

who tried to set me up with a gun handling licence

with Lennie McPherson's missus.

Then there's the sexual harassment I have to put up with every day.

And you've signed every single entry in my duty book, sir.

(PHONE RINGS)

(LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE BEEPS REGULARLY)

Irene?

Mum, it's me. I'm here.

Everything's gonna be OK. OK?

You and Johnny, you'll be fine. We'll look after ya.

We'll always look after ya. Won't we?

What we should do is get them into a retirement village.

I want them with me.

You're gonna have a baby of your own to look after, Deb.

You'll never cope.

Pity those other old codgers when those two move in, hey?

Fuck.

(ALARMS BEEP RAPIDLY)

Excuse me. Check her pulse.

Mum!

Just stand back. Mum!

JACQUl: Irene Webb was only 59 years old when she died.

John Webb also passed away four weeks later.

I wonder if they knew it was their wasted lives

that inspired Debbie to leave her mark on the world.

SCULLY: OK, let's start at the beginning.

On the day that Talal Assaad died, Russell came to see me.

Well, he said...

Benny, you got runners on the street now, hey?

I said, "Nah, mate."

And then he says to me, um, "Tell them to get off the strip

"because me and John are looking for them."

"Me and John"? RUSSELL: Give me his name.

Me and John will get rid of him.

"Me and John are looking for him."

Me and Johnny will get rid of him. "Me and John"?

Yeah.

JACQUl: Despite arguments from some that there was no case to answer,

certain Kings Cross officers felt the opportunity to lock up John Ibrahim

was too good to pass up.

John wasn't surprised.

He'd always understood the worst-case scenario.

And now that day had come. He was facing serious jail time.

SCULLY: I have in front of me a first instance warrant,

number 71, in 1994,

issued by Central Local Court.

This is a warrant for your arrest for accessory to murder

in that you did assist Russell Townsend

between April 21 and yesterday's date.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

Sergeant, please place John Ibrahim under arrest.

As you know, I just finished a brief stint at Fraud.

I'm sorry to tell you how shocked I am at the lack of integrity.

In my view, it stops just short of criminal.

I'm shocked to hear how shocked you are.

What are you gonna do about it? Go to IA and blow the whistle?

Unfortunately, I don't have firsthand proof.

Barely had time to unpack my bags.

But I have a courageous young detective

who's noted everything in her duty book.

Name? Debbie Webb.

I've signed off on all of it.

I think she'd make a good witness

should we, uh, decide to pursue her.

(BAGPIPES PLAYS 'SCOTLAND THE BRAVE')

Whoa!

(ALL CHEER)

Hey!

G'day. Hi.

I work for John Hatton. Do you know who he is?

Yeah, a politician, keeps banging on about police corruption.

Yeah. He wants to talk to your wife.

MAN: Here they go. With the two girls. That's lovely.

John Hatton. Pleased to meet you.

Please stay where you are.

Jason? Thank you.

Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush, Debbie.

I need what you've got on the police force.

I want to get the truth out about police corruption.

Now, I've worked for 20 years

to get a royal commission into the cops

and if you'll stand with me, then we might just do it.

She's six months' pregnant. She'd be putting herself in danger.

Yeah, I realise that.

There are a lot of people out there

who'd go to any lengths to cover up what they've been doing.

It's a big decision, Debbie.

So don't rush it. Just think about it.

I don't need to.

I wanna bring these bastards down.