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Andy, I'm offering you a chance

to be my major broker in Asia.

Well, you'd have to kill him, of course.

Andy!

Come on, lad!

Terence Clark, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder

and suspicion of supplying Grade A narcotics.

Cannabis imports from Lebanon?

Well, to make it worth our while

getting resin all the way from Lebanon,

we gotta think really big.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Five tons.

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

We thought you might like to put yourself forward.

They're gonna move on that Trimbole bloke.

Trimbole's just been tipped off.

I've gotta go.

You still got those pills left?

They're just painkillers.

I've got cancer.

Nice day to be flying on an aeroplane.

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

Sydney!

Better be, otherwise we've just spent

12 hours driving the wrong way!

How in the fuck yous doing?

Question is,

where do I land the first blow, huh?

Not here, dickhead!

Hey! Hey, remember in Robin Hood,

where he's only got enough strength

to fire one last arrow, when he's dying?

Yeah, so what?

♪ A real king hitter ♪

Where it is, Little John?

That's the place to start.

If things won't work out,

that's where I'll bury you, Robin.

♪ Everybody knows my name ♪

♪ I'm the black eye ♪

♪ The black eye ♪

♪ The black eyed bruiser ♪

Where do you know each other from?

Pentridge, shared a cell.

With Kiwi Terry facing murder charges in England,

and Aussie Bob on the run,

the Australian heroin business suddenly

had space for a whole gang of new players.

There was a vacuum,

and the one thing nature abhors is a vacuum.

♪ I need is a little bit of love- ♪

Chris Flannery, Tony Eustace.

How going, Tony?

How are ya?

See, my real main game's fixing things,

you know what I mean?

My bike's got a flat tire, you gonna fix that?

Mate, I'd love to fix your bike.

You see, the only tool I carry though

is a 44 fucking Magnum.

Ooh.

Whoa!

Tell your friends, tell your enemies,

Chris Flannery is in town.

Have gun, will travel,

will shoot to fucking kill,

or maim, or just have laugh, fellas.

Hey?

Where the fuck is Trimbole, eh, hmm?

That's what I wanna know.

That little maggot owes me money.

If I knew, I would tell you, George,

I've got my ass hanging out here too.

Any truth in the rumor that he's gone overseas?

Overseas?

No, absolutely not true.

You know that Bob hates foreigners.

Find him.

What is the point of picking up Paltos now?

He's our best chance of finding Trimbole.

We let Trimbole run, Trimbole disappeared.

We let Brian Alexander run, he's disappeared.

Face down in a gutter somewhere.

Grab Paltos, apply the blow torch to his hairy belly,

we might get some answers.

Paltos is our link to Trimbole.

Spending a load of the PMs money, David,

and no arrest to show for it.

It's a marathon, not a sprint.

You've got a leak.

There's no proof it's one of us.

The only people who knew we were moving in on Trimbole

are under this roof.

They were all handpicked by me.

We have to give ourselves a barium meal, David,

making a mistake isn't a problem,

being too proud to try and fix it, that is.

Shit.

Oh, blimey, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

Oh, Bob Trimbole, look at you.

I'm Michael Hanbury, Michael Pious Hanbury.

Pious, you?

Well, this is Ireland, love,

and religion's like a religion.

You're not in too much trouble, are you?

No, I'm just getting my creditors enough time

to get used to being without me.

You get first pick, Trev.

Hey, first pick?

Yeah, for standing by your mates, Rita toe cutters.

Toe cutters?

Bloody crime fighting superheroes.

"Joint police corp."

Well, I tell you, it doesn't feel like the right thing.

Well, mate, we got nothing against them personally at all.

They're obsessed with destroying the very culture

that makes us a strong and effective police force.

You know the stats, you're less likely to be a victim

of violent crime in New South Wales

than anywhere else. - Anywhere else.

Why?

Because we're shit hot cops.

- Shit hot cops. - Shit hot cops.

Mate, we're on the side of the angels,

and this is one of the many ways God rewards us.

Oh, come here, beautiful. - Oh sweetheart.

Come here, come here.

Oh.

Gotcha.

You're under arrest now, baby.

Boys?

I'm looking for Detective Sergeant Dennis Kelly.

Who'd you be?

You new best mate, mate.

Or your worst fucking nightmare.

I want a green light and I've been told

you are the man who can give me a green light.

What are you crapping on about, what's this green light?

I've been talking to Neddy Smith, you know Ned?

Mm.

Well, he got a green knife from

a certain detective in the Armed Robbery Squad.

I want one from you, all right?

You get a cut of my action.

I get your protection.

Want me to spell it out for you?

I want you to speak English.

So, who's your boss, Dennis?

We've been watching the Bungendore crop

since it was first planted.

Latest information says it's ready for harvest,

destined from the Sydney market.

Now our plan is to identify the dealers.

We're not here to make any drug busts.

What we wanna know,

who are these guys paying off to stay in business?

So we follow the money trail

back up the line to the people calling the shots.

The big profit takers.

Questions?

Good.

Let's do it.

Yeah, also Nick Paltos, that's P-A-L-T-O-S.

Trimbole, boys.

You must have some information-

Right, fantastic.

Well, look, we'll need to all meet about seven-

It's on for tonight, you know?

We got the-

Elizabeth Crawshank and Allison Dine.

Allison with two Ls. - Should be home anytime.

Manchester.

What's on the TV tonight?

Is Dennis Kelly there?

Can I leave a message?

Yeah, it's Trevor.

Tell him, we need to meet.

Yeah, just tell him something's come up he should know about

and the usual place and time.

No, no need to leave a surname.

Thanks.

Is that him?

George Freeman?

Chris Flannery, expect your enemy.

What's your business?

Oh, I hear you're looking for a new head of security.

You heard wrong.

What I heard is your head of security

has had shit house people just waltz in here

and shoot you in the fucking head.

I got all the security I want, pal.

What, him?

He couldn't eat the skin off a wife fucking pudding.

He's all steroids and coconut oil.

If I wanted a clown,

I'd have hired Ronald fucking McDonald.

Nobody respects nobody anymore.

Give this prick big farewell fucking kiss from me, Barry.

You're a gambler man, aren't you George?

I got a grand here says I can beat

this powder puff in a fair fight.

What do you say to that, huh?

Give us a bloody tender, loving kiss, would you?

Oh, you bastard, come on.

You better learn to write with your left hand,

because I'm about to tear this bastard off.

Is that right?

Ah, shit.

Where are you from?

Melbourne.

What's your background?

I knock people for a quid.

You got a problem with someone, I fix it permanent.

And he can talk himself up.

I got form, George.

Roger Wilson, hmm?

Elroy Tan.

Ray The Lizard Locksley.

Run, Roger!

Run!

Run, Roger!

Hey Wayne!

Take that you little mere freak.

You're not a koala bear,

are ya, huh?

You're a fucking endangered species, huh?

Right there, that's my pricing schedule.

You want a bloke takes out with a baseball bat?

10 grand.

Broken bones?

Well, you know that's a bit more again.

Bits chopped off, torture, that type of thing,

that's a, you know, that's gonna be a bit more again.

Full service homicide, including disposal of the body,

and any special request you might have,

that's 50 grand.

Right there at the bottom of the page,

that's my banking details.

Nice meeting you, George.

Because Andy Maher had confessed

to killing Marty Johnson,

his only court appearance would be for sentencing.

But Andy's mate, Jamie Smith, and Terry Clark,

had both pleaded not guilty,

and were still on remand, awaiting trial.

According to English law,

prisoners on remand must have their status confirmed

by court every week.

No magistrate in the country was ever gonna

release him on bail.

But for Terry, these pointless trips to court each week

had one unexpected side benefit.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

God, I'm sorry I dragged you onto all this.

They think I'm the brains behind everything.

Why, 'cause you've got a law degree?

Apparently that means I know how

to move money across international boundaries.

Maybe you should make a statement.

I asked you to marry me,

you come over to see if the relationship would work.

That's all.

Juries love a young woman in love.

Marry me, Karen.

You understands your bail conditions?

All right, here are your things.

There's this too.

♪ I want you to know ♪

♪ How how our love can grow ♪

♪ I've loved you from the- ♪

Finally, many months after their initial arrest,

Terry Clark and Jamie Smith stood trial for murder.

Terry Clark and Karen Soich were also on trial

for the importation and distribution of drugs.

Terry always dreamed of rubbing shoulders

with the aristocracy,

but this probably wasn't what he had in mind.

♪ Baby please won't you come home ♪

♪ You know I'm sitting here ♪

♪ I'm sitting here alone ♪

All rise.

The Queen versus Terence, James Sinclair,

James Albert Smith, and Karen Marie Soich.

Mom, they're trumped up charges based on a friendship

that Terry had with Martin Johnson back home.

The police had to charge someone, the public demanded blood.

And you just got caught up in the slipstream?

Exactly.

Please don't worry, mom.

This is the best justice system in the world,

it's designed to protect innocent people like us.

Is Dennis Kelly there, please?

Can I leave a message?

Yeah, it's Trevor.

Tell him-

It doesn't necessarily mean he's the one.

30 minutes after the Bungendore briefing

he arranges to meet his mates of the CIB,

men we strongly suspect are corrupt.

I'll deal with him personally.

Well, I thought your philosophy was let it run,

see where they take us.

Leave him where he is.

Classic espionage strategy.

Think of the damage he could do, John.

Not now we know he's dirty.

We can manage what information crosses his desk.

Christ, Joe.

He's already blown one operation.

We're one step ahead.

Come on, Dave, forget Bungendore,

it's already compromised.

Let's just keep our eye on the main game.

Funnily enough, the convoy carrying out

the Bungendore crop suddenly changed their plans,

turned south and headed for Melbourne.

Going south.

Fuck!

Dave Priest informed the Victorian police

who made the bust, and took all the credit.

12 months of work down the gerdigler.

But surprisingly they didn't just

pick up low level drivers.

In the car behind was a man who turned out

to be much higher up the totem pole

of illegal dope distribution.

You were arrested in possession of 97 kilos of marijuana

harvested in Bungendore, New South Wales,

which is a large marijuana growing area

controlled by the Calabrian Mafia.

I own property there, sure, but I'm just a simple farmer.

You drive a Mercedes, your wife drives an Alpha Romeo,

you have a two story house in Baldwin.

So I work hard, people know me as a respectable man.

Which means you don't want your daughters

to know you're a crook?

Can I smoke?

No, I find it offensive.

The arresting officers said you had information

regarding the murders of Douglas and Isabelle Wilson,

two drug couriers for Terry Clark's Mr. Asia syndicate.

And you wanna make some kind of deal.

First, I want to guarantee you'll waive prosecution.

How can I make a deal when I don't know what you've got?

I know why they were killed,

I know who did it, and I know who paid for it.

Are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna brag about it?

You think I'm gonna be the first one

to put my dick on the table?

Another thing,

I want you to spread the word I paid you money.

Arrivederci, Mr. Tizzoni.

We've got a visited mate, Chris Flannery.

Congratulations on your nuptials, George.

Sorry I couldn't be at the ceremony.

George, Mrs. Freeman.

No doubt I was busy taking care

of business that day or something, hey, George?

Anyway, it's better late than ever.

Yeah, they're champagne glasses, lead crystal.

It's the best one's money can buy you.

I want you to both know every time you drink out of 'em,

just how much I respect the both of you.

Out now.

Hey?

What do you think this is, Bush Week, eh?

I had a nice private little dinner with my wife

and you burst in like a Jackbooted fucking Nazi.

I'm sorry, George, I didn't think.

I just wanted to pay my respects the only way I know how.

I like you, George.

You're the only real man I met since I've been up here,

I just wanted to let you know that.

I'll make it up to you, all right?

You know what I'm saying.

Suppose I could use another debt collector.

Get the dripper a towel, Barry.

Hey!

Like taking candy off of baby, Mick.

Gotta hand it to you, Chris,

you certainly do have a silver tongue on you.

Well, now I just gotta prove to George

that I'm worth some value.

Wanna show George your moves, hey?

Mm.

I got a dealer needs seeing to.

Needs a bit of a touch up, does he?

Mm.

Him and his druggie girlfriend run the north coast for me,

except I think he's ripping me off.

You want me to have a quiet word with him, do you?

Josine Smith?

Yeah, what do you want?

Jack Sebastian?

Shit!

Don't you bloody run!

That'll stop your fucking running,

now won't it, huh?

I've had it with you fucking hippies.

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Then you really aught to show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Clap your bloody hands ♪

Flannery?

That's the big word.

Reckons he's got a green light.

Nah, mate, Flannery's all talk.

Well, someone shot the bloody druggies.

I suppose it's possible.

He's telling everyone it was him.

I thought he was all gong and no dinner.

You ningnong, Chris.

That was a perfectly good beer.

Did you have to fucking off them?

You're lucky we are mates, Mick.

Mate, we agreed that you are gonna give them a touch up.

Get them talking.

They're junkies, mate, they won't tell you the truth.

I done yous a favor, and you only owe me 10 grand.

You think I'm gonna fucking pay you?

That's my entire North Coast operation

you just destroyed, Chris.

Yes, Mick.

And you owe me $1.20 for a new beer.

Frank Tizzoni's got something,

but I'll reel him in slowly to land the big fish.

Let him cool his heels on remand for a few months,

see if he gets more reasonable.

Well, we've had a bit of action in your absence.

Get a load of this.

While you were in Melbourne,

Paltos arranged a meeting in a park

with half a dozen of his cronies,

so we bugged the park.

You what, you bugged a park?

We're looking for a mention

in the Guinness Book of Records.

We got some overages.

Fact is, everybody needs to stump up more down.

Fuck that for a jug,

I already bought a full share,

plus I'm taking care of the truck-

Danny Chubb, heroin dealer.

It's not me, Danny,

it's these fucking clams in the Lebanon.

They jack the price up

'cause the shipment's bigger than they thought.

Well, how big?

Seven tons.

Seven tons of what?

Seven tons of the best fucking hash.

Oh.

We're looking at the biggest payday in history.

Let's not blow it over a lousy few hundred grand.

Bottom line, the ship don't sail

till we pay the difference.

Bloody hell.

Exactly.

Imagine if we round up all of them,

up and down the chain of command

and seize seven tons of drugs.

Liz, there's a visitor here for you.

Oh.

I bet Paltos would even cut a deal

and tell us where Trimbole is.

Maybe.

Itinerary, Sydney, Manchester, Lancaster.

How many days do you think?

- On the witness stand? - Yeah.

A week, and I'll be there every minute.

Everything up to now has kind of

been like a dress rehearsal.

Well, your evidence at the Wilson's inquest

was the real thing.

Yeah, but I didn't have to face him.

Don't you need to?

It's easy for you to say.

Until you look him in the eye and say,

"Terry Clark, you are a murderer and I reject you."

He's always gonna have a hold on you.

Kinda like rejecting Satan.

We believe it would be in your best interest

to publicly distance yourself from Terry.

Meaning what?

When you testify, I suggest you make it clear

that you now think he's a terrible man,

and that all you want to do is to go home with your parents

and put this unfortunate chapter of your life behind you.

Is it what you want?

It is.

You will notice the victim's stomach has been opened,

this was to assist with the escape of natural gases,

according to Andrew Maher's statement,

"to prevent the body from floating to the surface."

This was achieved with an ax, M'lady,

a previous attempt with a spade having failed,

too blunt, I understand.

Andrew Maher told us that he did this on the explicit

instructions of Terry Clark.

Excuse me, I'd just like to say something

for the record of the court.

I'd like to make it known that I love Terry,

Terrance John Clark, and I intend to become his wife.

I am not going to ask you about your guilt

or innocence, Mr. Clark,

I want to know only one thing.

What are your intentions towards my daughter?

I asked her to marry me, she accepted.

And if you're found guilty

and have to spend the rest of your life in prison?

I don't believe the crown case will stick.

I repeat, if you are found guilty, what then?

I will withdraw my proposal.

Thank you.

If it was up to me, I'd take Trevor Chappell

out the back of the grandstand,

put a fucking bullet in his brain.

Wasn't his fault, bro.

His brother told him to bowl it under arm.

Shoot the both of them then.

Oh fuck.

Hey Chris, mate.

Have you seen Mick Sayers?

Wasn't he in here a minute ago?

Nah mate, I haven't seen him here.

When you do see that shit bagger, you tell him to call me.

Tell him it's a matter of life and death, his.

Will do, Danny Boy.

Ton.

Hey.

What the fuck have you done to Danny Chubb?

Ruin his daughter?

Worse.

What, his dog?

No, I owe him for a load of gear.

400 Gs a smack.

400 Gs?

Hey, Mick, you want me to have a quiet word with Danny?

Always the best way to settle a debt, isn't it?

Huh?

Danny Chubb had just bought

a lovely piece of whiting for his mom.

I guess she had to settle for fish fingers that night.

Rent-to-kill, that's what they ought to call you.

Rent-to-kill, huh?

Oi, oi, oi, mate, get your fucking hands off my mate.

It's all right, Laurie.

It's all right, Laurie, watch your friend.

Watch your friend.

Come one.

Get fucking off me, Jim.

Don't you know who Danny Chubb is?

Danny Chubb is the main supplier of our gear in this town.

You have just cut it off.

Fuck head.

You have cost us a lot of money.

So find a new fucking supplier, huh?

You're gonna have to push prices up, aren't they, hey?

Who's gonna benefit in the long run?

You are, and you are, aren't ya?

Fucking touch me.

Do you want to fucking die?

I have two words for you,

continuity and stability,

and you've destroyed them both.

Now if you want to keep breathing,

you'll pull your fucking head in.

You know you can't speak to me like that, Dennis.

You know why you can't?

Because I've got a green fucking light.

Keep your dog on all these, George,

or I'll deal with it myself, mate.

Hey, and you remember, mate?

Our relationship is built on mutual respect.

Yeah.

You haven't touched a thing,

I had to get down on my knees and beg

the kitchen staff specially.

Well, it's muck, and I can't eat it.

Boiled cod's good for you.

If I can't have bacon and eggs

and a fried slice, I'll eat fresh air.

You should see a bloody doctor.

Hey, Mr. Michael Pious Hambry, I presume.

You look well, mate.

Terrific.

Nobody knows you're here?

You didn't tell anybody where I am?

Not a living soul.

Geez, trying to give me pneumonia.

I don't want Ann Marie hearing things she shouldn't.

Mate, I have got seven tons of the best cannabis resin

in the whole world just waiting

to be shipped but them fucking Lebanese dealers,

they jacked up the price.

What can I do?

Seven tons, I thought you said five.

It's a bumper harvest.

How much more?

500 Gs should do it.

Everyone thinks I'm Howard Hughes.

Give me a couple of weeks, got a few irons in the fire.

And I really need this payday, mate.

And I need to make arrangements with the family,

you know what I mean?

Bob's other irons were all

in the illegal arms trade.

It was a new game he just turned his hand to,

buying up guns and bombs from the factories

of the eastern block

and then selling them straight to the IRA.

Every time you do a stupid thing, you harm my reputation.

I'm just trying to prove that

I'm a serious guy to you, George.

Reputations

take a lifetime to build,

but one, one stupid fucking moment to wreck.

I apologize.

You and Barry got a busy day collecting from the parlors.

You are not a koala bear, George Freeman.

M'lady, the Crown calls its final witness,

Allison Raywin Dine.

Allison was the prosecution's star witness,

without her, it had been difficult to convince the jury

that Terry Clark really was the head

of a major organized crime syndicate,

but with her, if she held her nerve,

they could prove everything.

Raise your right hand and repeat after me.

"I swear by a mighty God.

The evidence I shall give shall be the truth.

The whole truth and nothing but the truth."

"The whole truth and nothing but the truth.

So help me God."

Ms. Dine, you're a self-confessed drug courier,

am I right?

Yes, I am.

As a guess, how many kilos of heroin

did you smuggle into Australia personally?

Personally, more than 40 kilos.

The street value?

About 90 million Australian dollars.

You were Terry Clark's best courier,

his trusted business associate and his lover, correct?

Yeah, that's right.

And you did love him?

Yes.

But you're no longer his lover, what happened?

He moved on to someone else.

How do you feel about him now?

Well...

I feel sorry for him.

Can you describe his relationship

with Martin Johnston?

Lord Marty, he used to call him.

He also called him a lazy fool,

shameless liar and a liability.

Fucking bitch!

Fucking, fucking, slut!

Alison Dine was given a new identity

in a new country.

27 years later, she's still in witness protection,

unable ever to see her family and friends again,

but she did save the rest of her life.

Martin Johnson was my friend,

I would not have killed him or been involved in his death.

I only have one thing to say about Allison Dine's evidence,

it's a bloody lie I knew anything about

what was going on in London because I didn't.

I didn't.

I liked Dine as a friend, nothing more than that.

A lot of people have suffered because of her.

I'm just the last in a long line.

After 121 days,

and an estimated cost of £1.3 million.

The jury's back.

You hear that, Warwick?

The jury's back.

Jesus.

We find Karen Marie Soich,

not guilty.

James Albert Smith,

guilty.

Terence James Sinclair,

guilty.

Well done.

Shh!

Well done, everyone.

Shut up!

Listen, this is what Justice Dame Rose Heilbron said,

"Terry Clark, you are a ruthless and dangerous man.

You pedaled misery and death.

There is no doubt you masterminded the murder

of your erstwhile friend Martin Johnston."

She's given him 20 years minimum.

That was the Department of Foreign Affairs.

The High Commission of London have just been contacted

by a man who seems to know the whereabouts of Bob Trimbole.

Who is he?

Wouldn't leave any details,

but he wants to talk to you face to face.

Have you got your passport in order, David?

Any more of that bubbly left?

Ah.

Sir, Gianfranco Tittoni called,

he'd like another meeting.

I guess my dick goes on the table first.

George Joseph.

Who's George Joseph?

The man you need to talk to.

The shooter?

The man who found the shooter.

George is a gun dealer.

Bob Trimbole asked me to deal with the Wilsons

on behalf of his business partner, Terry Clark.

Who's George Joseph's gunman of choice?

I don't know his real name,

he was introduced to me as Fred.

I want what we agreed to last time,

written up in a memorandum.

I didn't agree to anything.

Come on, signed and dated by you, me,

and the commissioner.

What else have you got?

That's not enough?

If you have information regarding

any other activities of organized crime, you tell me now,

or we can forget all this and I will call your children

and tell them daddy's a grubby little dope dealer,

and that he'll be inside for the next five Christmases.

How do you want to be remembered, Frank?

You will make it look like I paid you off

rather than talked, have to have that.

Same guy did McKay.

This Fred killed Donald Bruce McKay?

Same arrangement.

Bob ordered it, I organized it, George found Fred,

Fred did the deed.

He put his body through a meat mincer.

I am an honorable man,

I want the record to show that.

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪