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Can you stand up under
oath and identify this man

as the bloke who introduced
Terry Clark to Brian Alexander?

That's Bob Trimbole.

Hey, listen, you know
that test that we did?

You got cancer mate.

Full blown cancer.
I'm really sorry.

You must have won big time, hey?

I got my test results.
I'm clear.

Bobby, that's great.

He's our point of attack.

He connects all the corruption,

the cops, the narcs,
the lawyers, and Clark.

It's nice to have mates, eh?

Sure is.

What's this 'en, aye?

A bonus.
I'm afraid I'm letting you go.

You're giving us a bad name, bro.

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out here ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Another drink, gorgeous?

When I said a drink,

I really meant just a drink.

Okay.

Yeah.

Only once.

Oh, here's George.

Georgie, George Freeman.
George Freeman,

I'd like to introduce
you to my friend Melanie.

I want you outta here.

Sorry?

You're into me for over 20 Gs.

Yet you stand here, sipping
15 buck a glass Cognac.

Get out.

Maybe I should leave.

No, uh, please stay.

This is a misunderstanding.

I'm here with me fiance, Brian.

Let's not have a scene, hey?

Mate, you know I'm good for it.

Fuck the money.

I got regulars here that don't
like the kind of publicity

that you've been pulling.

Well, I was acquitted.

Ah, fuck!

You fuck, I deserve some respect, George.

Respect.

You're just a trumped up,
unemployed errand boy, Alexander.

Oh, the things I know
about you, Freeman.

Murray Farquhar, the cops,
the whole fucking lot of you!

You know, I could take you all down.

Uh, look mate, you know,

I'm, I'm, I'm under a lot of strain.

I, I, I didn't mean that.

I, I, you know, I, I would,
I would never talk, George.

You know that I would-

Fuck me.
George, fuck!

Let go, you fuckin' prick!

Get out!

Sorry sweetheart.

Shall we order?

Brian Alexander thought

he could have it both ways.

He liked being a respectable
member of the law fraternity,

but he also liked to mix
it with hardened criminals.

And having a foot in both camps

meant he wasn't totally
trusted by anybody.

My Auntie Bess was a nurse

and she said, you can get treatment

for an enlarged prostate.

In Auntie Bess's day,

treatment meant slapping
a leach on your bum.

You're so rude about my family.

The pills Paltos gave
me are doing wonders.

The painkillers are not
gonna make you any better, Bob.

I feel better.

Why would I see more doctors
if I'm feeling better?

What the hell?

Morning, all.

I don't suppose the bar's open, Bob.

No, it isn't.

I'm sorry.

Sonya's locking me out of my house.

Did Sonya tear your clothes

and smash shit all
through your hair as well?

I was in a scuffle.

Who with?

George Freeman.

Fuck me.

I've been getting shit

from every direction in my life.

Work.

Wife.

You name it.

Now, Freeman kicks me out of his new club

for no fucking reason.

Yeah well, Freeman doesn't
need a fucking reason.

Can you talk to him, Bob?

Please, mate.
People listen to you.

♪ Tell me baby, what you doing ♪

♪ I don't like what you're drinkin' ♪

Oh, George, George,
hey, how ya doin' mate?

Uh, eh, uh, quick chat?

Brian Alexander, he's
uh, shitting himself.

Wants to apologize about that
business the other night.

You can both go fuck yourselves.

What if Trimbole and Clark were partners

right from the start?

We know he deals directly
with Freeman, Alexander

Painters and Dockers in Melbourne,

the Italians in Griffith.

Trimbole's not the only
well-connected villain

on that board.

But he does explain
how a two bit dope dealer

like Clark could have hooked

into a national distribution network

within weeks of arriving in this country.

You think we should actually summons Bob

to appear at the Wilson inquest?

Alison Dine said he's the link

between Clark and Alexander.

Let's do it.

Robert Trimbole, John
Eston. Brian Alexander.

This Alexander bloke had just
got acquitted, didn't he?

Of conspiracy to pervert justice.

This summons relates to a separate matter.

Mm.

So Brian's been a busy boy, eh?

You've heard of the Wilsons.

Heroin couriers found
murdered in Melbourne.

Mm, in Melbourne.

So all due respect, inspector,

what's this got to do with us?

I'm a Victorian
police officer intending

to serve summons on suspected
criminals residing in Sydney,

your jurisdiction.

Yeah, well I dunno how things
are in Victoria, inspector,

but I've got a manpower shortage
and I can't spare anyone.

Lemme get this clear,

You are refusing to provide
assistance to a fellow officer.

This is a matter of basic police protocol.

Well, look, maybe if
you come back next week.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

Next week, you can have Jimbo
drive you around all day.

Twenty five years I've
been a police officer.

I have never, ever
experienced the like of it.

Welcome to sunny Sydney.

Hmm.

Best thing outta Sydney's
the road to Melbourne, Dave.

Big night, Brian?

Fuck off.

Are you Brian William Alexander?

You know who I am.

Are you Brian William
Alexander, yes or no?

Yes.

Leave the window open next
time you kip in the car,

The fumes in there could kill a horse.

♪ Put her on series, pumpin' veins ♪

♪ Twist the grip and stay to highways ♪

♪ Push push the clutch, grind the gear ♪

♪ Try again, take it, never no fear ♪

I'm sorry, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

Jesus, inspector,

haven't you got anyone else to pick on?

Plenty.

I just have more fun picking on you.

♪ Well, rides like a
demon, he's on the go ♪

♪ You can hear him comin'
got to go, go, go ♪

♪ Saturday Night Special,
bar hoppin' chopper Harley ♪

♪ Here come the signs ♪

Are you Robert Trimbole?

No.

I'm Rock Hudson, officer.

In town for the Mardi Gras.

I'll see you with the inquest, Rock.

They've got nothing.
All right, nothing.

We've gotta do something about

that Dine bitch to shut her shut her up.

Wait, I don't wanna hear this.

Why don't you go around
and breathe on her, Brian?

That'll finish her off.

Well she's your responsibility, Bob.

I said I don't wanna hear this.

Shut up, the both of you.

It's just an inquest.

Into a double murder.

It's being held in Victoria.

I don't give a where it is.

The same rule apply as up here.

Never name names, never tell tales

and everything else
will look after itself.

Bob, Bob wait up.

Look, you know, you know I'll
do the right thing, right?

Yeah, my ass, you will.

I went to see Freeman.
Asked for a chat.

Just like you wanted.

Yeah, what did he say?

Well, it turns
out you threatened him,

said you'd talk.

No, no, no.
I didn't actually do that.

Well, whatever you fuckin'
said, he got the message.

Now you're gonna have a shower.

You're gonna put on a clean suit

and you're gonna front
that coronet in Melbourne

and say absolutely nothing.

And then we'll worry
about hosing Freeman down.

All right?

Like good,
law abiding citizens,

Bob, Brian and John obeyed their summons

and appeared at the inquest

and saying absolutely
nothing proved far easier

for Bob and Brian than
any of them had imagined.

Calling Robert Trimbole.

Mr. Trimbole
is present, your worship.

However, my client claims the privilege

against self-incrimination.

Brian William Alexander.

Mr. Alexander
is present your worship.

However, he also claims the privilege

against self-incrimination.

John Aston.

The only drawback
with claiming privilege

is that some people may think
you have something to hide.

Is John
Lawrence Aston present?

And for a
lawyer who needs a reputation

as a man of good character,
that wasn't an option.

Do you
swear by All Mighty God,

that the evidence you will
give shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth?

So help me God.

For the record, my name is
Detective Inspector Joe Messina

and the coroner has asked me
to assist with this inquiry.

Mr. Aston, I'd like to
ask you some questions

concerning Terrence John Clark.

You said in a previous statement,

you've never met Mr. Clark.

To the best of my knowledge, no.

He is in fact a client
of yours, is he not?

No.

We've tabled evidence

that shows your practice is nothing more

or less than a clearing house

for Mr. Clark's drug money
while facilitating payments made

to corrupt police officers

and public officials all
on behalf of Mr. Clark.

And you are saying you
know nothing of this?

I've told you I haven't
even met Mr. Clark.

Hmm.

Your worship, I'm tabling
Mr. Aston's appointment book,

which, when seized by
police, had a page torn out.

A forensic testing of the backing page

shows the missing page detailed
a scheduled appointment

between Mr. John Aston and a Terry Clark.

No, no, wait, I, I didn't say that.

I said I didn't remember
meeting Mr. Clark.

I, I may have met him.
I meet with lots of people.

I put it to you, Mr. Aston,

that just after your
meeting with Mr. Clark,

your firm transferred some
funds, an amount of $264,000,

which went into an
account held by Mr. Clark.

I have the paperwork right here.

While John
Aston's evasiveness cast

a huge shadow over the relationship

between his office and the syndicate,

the ultimate success of
the Wilson Inquest hinged

on Allison dying.

If she could hold her nerve,

Brian Alexander and Bob
Trimbole would still be

in the firing line.

Don't be scared of them.

You're not one of them.

You're standing up and
you're telling the truth.

That's a good thing.
A rare thing.

You were Terry
Clark's long term lover,

is that correct?

Yes, it is.

You worked for him.

Carried out heroin importations.

Helped process the heroin.

That's right.

Mr. Clark also discussed
several murders with you.

Gruesome murders.

And yet you never turned him in.

In fact, through most of
it, you stayed loyal to him.

Yes, I did.

Given that history,

how do you expect anyone
to believe your testimony?

I wouldn't blame them if they didn't.

I don't think there's any
way I can ever work off

what I've done.

But,

I guess maybe,

oh God, any value,

any value left at all,

It's that I can get up here

and tell the truth about what happened.

Help the truth to get out.

So I have to try.

For the next two days,

Allison Dine went to town

and this time the coroner described her

as a very credible witness.

He found that the Wilsons had
been murdered on the orders

of Terry Clark and
recommended a royal commission

into the whole Mr. Asia Syndicate.

And in this country,

no one can hide from a royal commission.

There's a saint and some sayings.

Seems there was a spare one lying about.

Thanks, mate.

Trevor, you've been hearing
about this joint police group.

Yeah, a bunch of feds and
Victorians sticking their noses

into our patch.

We thought you might like
to put yourself forward.

Sorry, Dennis?

Look, we keep a
lid on things in this city,

not the fuckin' feds, all right?

You're sane enough to know that.

and it ain't always by the book.

It works.
- Mm, hm.

See, it looks like
they're tapping some phones

and God knows what else.

Nosy bastards are
breathing down our neck.

It just makes it harder
for us to do our job.

Yeah, I can see all that.

So Jim and I, we've been having a chat

and we thought you might
like to help us out here.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Young bloke like you.

I mean just the sort of guy
they're looking for, eh?

They get a talented police officer

and we rest easy knowing that
someone's sensible is keeping

an eye on what they're doing.

Good boy.

Danny?
Bob, how are you mate?

Listen, we need to have a word
about your latest invoice.

Yeah, well, Paltos
toss needs to understand

that my drivers will be taking this shit

through three different states.

Well, our costs are
blowing out everywhere mate.

So it's gotta be payable on delivery.

Not now, okay?

How long is that gonna be, Bob?

Well, an importer
this size takes a while

to organize, Danny.

It's gotta be harvested, packed up

and then we've gotta buy a
ship to get it out to Darmouth.

Best part of the year, probably.

Coroner has recommended a
royal commission be convened

into the Mr. Asia Drug Syndicate.

You understand what that means?

Oh yeah.
Yeah, I'm being persecuted.

You can't say no to a
Royal Commission, Brian.

You refuse to testify,
you'll be in contempt.

That means jail.

A lot of blokes inside
aren't big fans of lawyers.

A lot of blokes inside
aren't big fans of you.

Fuck off.

Just fuck off, okay?

Sounds like you need a stiff drink.

I think he's already had a few of those.

What do you think will
happen to me if I do testify?

What do you think will
happen to you if you don't?

You cooperate with us, we can protect you.

Well, you want an answer from me?

Well, I've already given you one.

Fuck off.

Inspectors.

Oh, it's great to be on board.

Hey Trev, you know,
you know Mobbs don't you?

Yeah, we met once or twice
when I first went upstairs.

Oh yeah.

Trev's just got the nod.

He starts with us on Monday.

How do your
old mates at CIB feel

about you working with the feds?

Oh, at the end of the day
we're all on the same side.

You say that like you believe it.

I wouldn't be in the job if I didn't.

Well, we do try to put
the rivalries aside here.

It's one of the appeals of the unit.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

That and the slick cars.

Um.

Anyway, I reckon that's
why I joined the force.

You know, the brotherhood.

One big blue family, huh?

Yeah, you know
what they say about family.

Can't choose them, but you're
stuck with 'em for life.

Trimbole knew about the Wilson murders.

He discussed it with Allison Dine.

That's enough to charge
him as an accessory.

We do that, we lose the wiretaps.

The taps are only
there to gather intelligence.

The intelligence is there so
that you can make an arrest.

One arrest.

But from what we're getting on the tapes,

could lead to dozens.

You were the one that said
we should focus on Trimbole.

Why the hell don't you
wanna finish the job?

We've been listening to
his phones for two weeks

and already we found out
about a major importation.

Drugs, yes.

I'm talking about homicides.

They're one and the same.

These homicides are a
product of the drug trade.

I want Trimbole for the lot.

He's a flight risk, Warwick.

[Exactly.

We need to get him in front
of the Royal Commission.

He'll never talk.

If Bob's on remand.

It ups the pressure on Alexander.

And as you said,

we all know that jellyfish
is one nudge away

from blowing the entire
rotten state apart.

The level of chatter about
the importation is building.

Let's give the tap a couple more days,

find out how much they're moving
and where it's coming from.

Then we'll grab Trimbole.

Cheers, Dubo.

Cheers.

Looking edgy, Trevor.

They're bugging phones.

A lot more of them than we thought.

Yank technology.

The nearest phones
behind that bar, mate.

I, I don't reckon they
can hear us from here.

Just spit it out, mate.

They're gonna move
on that Trimbole bloke.

Move how?

They'll pin him as an accessory.

Anything else they can cook
up just so they can hold him.

When?

Early next week.
Maybe sooner.

Good lad.

Good lad.

If they're right and it is
spreading, what'll they do?

Well, prostate cancer,
like yours is driven

by testosterone.

The preferred way of arresting
its spread is orchiectomy.

Orchid fuckin' what?

It's surgical removal of the testes.

You wanna cut my balls off?

It's likely that's what
they're gonna recommend.

Fuckin' Jesus.

You wanna call Anne-Marie?

No, she doesn't know I'm here.

I knew a bloke.

They told him he had six months.

Decided to go out with a bang.

Sold up everything he owned.

Left his wife and went
traveling in the West Indies.

Six months later, he was
feeling better than ever.

So he called his quack, no offense.

And the quack admits
they'd fucked the tests up.

Wasn't a thing wrong with him,

apart from the fact that he
was broke, stuck in Guiana

and his wife wasn't returning his calls.

Sometimes we make mistakes.

Could call it a mistake.

On the other hand, he had
a bloody good six months.

All right.
Thank you, thank you.

You're all drinking my booze.

So you can all shut up and let me talk.

Now, some of you might have wondered

why I'm throwing a party,

particularly given the negative reportage

that's been in the
papers about me recently.

That's all lies, officer!

Yeah, yeah, well it
is a bunch of bloody lies.

And that's why I'm chucking a party

to stick a finger up at 'em.

They keep coming at me.

Cooking up new outrages

that Bob Trimbole supposedly committed.

But they can't make any of it stick.

I'm untouchable!

Unchargeable!

And I'm here to stay!

Just, don't mention the word
orchid to me ever again.

And you and me will be all right.

You drinking champagne?

You're always telling me I'm in a rut.

So here I am, rut free.

Bob, is there something
you're not telling me?

Yeah.

There is something I need to tell you.

You are the most beautiful
girl in the room.

Come off dance with me.

♪ And when I think about
the things I wanna say ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪

Go, Bob.

I heard you've got a job on, Bob.

I, I thought maybe I
could get onto it, too.

Sorry, mate.

It's all been quiet ever since

that shit with Terry went over.

What?

I'm working at a
fucking bottle shop job.

$5 an hour.

That cash in hand?

How often have I helped you, Bob?

And every time I paid top
dollar for the privilege.

Anyhow, I already said it's quiet.

You're a lying Warg.

I know you got something
cooking with Paltos.

You get outta here.
Come on, out!

I'm sorry, Bob.
I didn't mean that.

How many times are
you gonna use that excuse?

My wife has taken my kids to Canberra.

I owe George Freeman 20 grand

and now this Royal Commission business.

I wish I could kill myself.

I'm bloody Catholic.

Watch what you wish for.

There are a few blokes
who'd be happy to make

that one come true.

I just need to work, mate.

I just need to earn.

You wanna eat?

On the house, anything you want.

But when you leave, you
don't come back here.

Ever.

Get your hands off me!

George!

You owe me!

George, you owe me, George.

I need to speak to you, Freeman.

Calm down!

George, after all I've done for you!

George!

Come on, out we go.

Fair enough.

So they're closing in again, are they?

Yeah.

What have you heard?

We heard the feds are gonna make a move.

Trimbole's gone.

Same with Alexander.

Surprised it took him so bloody long.

Bob's a good fella.

I mean he has his limits,
but give him fair warning.

He'll do the right thing.

Alexander's another story.

I think we can handle Brian.

Royal commission.

Bloody hell.

They're pressing me, mate.

I don't want to talk.

I know things that could
hurt a lot of people.

If they're not gonna help me,

then what the fuck am I supposed to do?

That's a hard one.

Well, is there
something that can be done?

Maybe Dennis could put the feelers out

to this Messina prick and call him off?

Ryan Messina's got a
rod so far up his ass,

you can see it when he yawns.

There must be someone down in Victoria

that wants to do some business.

You got any money?

Yeah, I could borrow
some from my cousin.

Maybe 20, 30?

Okay.

I'll have a little chat with Dennis.

Just see what he can turn up.

Thank you, mate.

I'm fuckin' dying here.
I really am.

Hello?

Bob, it's me, Nick.

Okay, mate.
How'd you pull up?

Listen, I got word from George.

He reckons the heat's on you
for that business down south.

Oh, I, I knew they were sniffing around.

More than sniffing.

I can't say where he got
this from, but it's reliable.

They're gonna move on you.
Soon.

We're talking about next week or?

Soon, mate.
Very soon.

All right, I'll get back to you.

I'll make some inquiries.

Liz.

Switch it to speaker.

Hello?

Mate, I've got some news.

Don't tell me, Jim.

The feds are onto me and
I know I'm bloody wrong.

That's Jimmy again.

How long do you reckon I've got?

Well, from what I hear,
they're overdue now.

Okay, thanks.

Trimbole's just being tipped off.

Phones are running hot out there.

I've gotta go.

Leave the country.
- Right now?

Well, you know how
I've had money problems?

Well, they're a lot worse
than I led on, a lot worse.

So to get away from some
bad debts, you're leaving me?

No, love.

I'd been more of a fool
than I am to leave you.

I just need to make myself
scarce for a bit, that's all.

- Well, how long's a bit?
- Well, we, we'll see, eh?

All you ever do is work.

You outta be glad to see the back of me.

Well, if I would've
packed you some things.

I mean, what about your script?

Have you still got those pills left?

They're just painkillers.

You're right, love.

I've got cancer.

I know that, you fool.

I wanna pass alert on the names,

Robert Trimbole, Jones.

Anything else we know he uses.

I'm onto it.

Do you want me to
ring Inspector Messina?

It was my call to hold off.
I'll tell him.

With no time to make plans,

Aussie Bob was stuck with having

to travel on his own real passport.

And he knew that unless
he could think of a small,

simple way of fooling
the customs computer,

he was snookered.

Nice day to be flying on an airplane.

And that was all it took.

Yeah, hello?

Jim, I got a message to call you.

Yeah, mate.

Look, I had that little chat with Dennis

and he reckons he can help you out.

Fair, thank you mate.

You know, I was all pissed the other day.

I didn't know if you
meant business or not.

Oh, as well for ya, I did.

How'd you go getting that money?

I got a 10.

But you know, if that's not enough,

maybe we should just forget
the whole thing and uh,

No, no, no, no, no.

We'll sort that out later.

You, you just stay where you are.

We'll come get you.

I don't wanna cause
any trouble, you know.

Hey, no trouble.

Just have a beer, relax

and whatever you do, don't talk to anyone.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

Sony, it's me.

Sony?

Why are you calling me?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

I asked you not to call.

Yeah, I know better.

I'm all alone down here.

Could you put the kids on please?

You're drunk.

No, I'm not.
Sony, please.

I just want to hear their voices.

I'm sorry.
But it's better that I don't.

Jesus Christ.

It's so much to ask.

I've lost fuckin' everything.

I just wanna talk to my children.

Sure you don't wanna drink?

Baz's mate has a very sophisticated bar.

Stubbies cans or long necks.

No.

So, Jim told me about
a little chat you had.

Bugger of a thing that
Royal Commission, eh?

Oh yeah, but I'm not
gonna say anything, Dennis.

I swear it.

You know, they can lock me up.

I don't give a shit.

That's not what you told me.

Exactly.

See, that's the fuckin' problem, Brian.

You're a fuckin' piss
pot with a big mouth.

Dennis, please, come on.

Hey, hey. I thought we agreed.

No guns, no blood on the deck, man.

Let me, let me go, let me go.

Look, look, I've got 10 grand here.

You can have all that, it's yours.

It's nothing personal, okay?

I don't like you, it's true.

But that's not why I'm doing ya.

You're just a bloody liability.

Look, Brian, just stand still, mate.

You're making me seasick.

Gah, all right, fuck!
Fuckin' get it over with.

No, no, no, no, no.
There's no shooting mate.

You're gonna have to fill out a report

if you fire a police arm.

No.
Come, what the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no.
Do me clean, man.

Shoot me.
Shoot me, I won't struggle.

I swear it.
Wait, fuck off!

Fuckin' get him.

No!

No!
No!

- Be a man, Bri!
- No, no!

Be a man!
Jesus fuckin' fightin'.

No, no, no!
No!

Dennis, Dennis!

Hit him over the
fuckin' head or something.

I'm not returning this
boat with blood on the deck.

Hold him still, then!
Jesus!

Fuckin' throw the fucker out!

Okay boys, chuck it over.

Oh, Holy Spirit, as
it was in the beginning,

ever shall be.

Glory be, to the Father,
Son, and the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning,
now and forever shall be.

Oh, fuck.

Fuckin' hell.

Ah, funny, eh?

I never thought he'd be so religious.

Who wants a beer?

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪