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This is a warrant for your arrest for accessory to murder.

You dogged on your mates.

You think any of these boys in here want

to partner up with you?

Make a note of everything they do to you

in your duty book.

Get the boss to sign it.

They'll never bother to read it.

Yeah, and then there's the sexual harassment

I have to put up with every day.

- No, joke's over, Eddie. - Shh.

Shut the door.

- Jesus, let me go, Eddie. - Shh.

If I make a fuss about this, I'll be out.

Then I'll make the fuss.

I want you to promise me

that you won't say anything, okay?

You're nice.

Don't hold I'm that against me.

Do you want me to get a towel

or do you prefer me wringing wet?

You won't tell, will you?

You don't deserve me.

Grow up little boy.

You must love reading.

Doing my HSC,

trying to improve my mind.

I work for John Hatton.

He wants to talk to your wife.

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

Just think about it.

I don't need to.

I want to bring these bastards down.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Claude, it's Deb and Greg.

Let us in, doll.

Lady with a baby (chuckles).

This is John Hatton.

Thank you for agreeing to this, Ms. Campanelli.

Come in.

Just watch the kitty litter.

Deborah has told you about the urgency?

Sorry about the mess.

It looks like we have the opportunity

to get a Royal Commission through in Parliament.

Now, I need as much recent evidence

of police corruption as we can gather.

And your stat dec, which is supportive

of Deborah's claims of sexual harassment,

will form a crucial part of that.

So, if you'd like to read your statement

through before signing?

Jesus, I'm a terrible host.

Let me get you some tea.

Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

So where are you working these days?

Still at Fraud.

Need me head read.

At least you're still a cop.

All I am now is a cop that was hurt on duty.

Claude, this stat dec, it's about me.

Hatton's not expecting you to,

he's not even gonna go near what they did to you.

- Jesus, let me go, Eddie. - Shh.

Fuck, let me go.

Wish I was as strong as you.

I'm not strong, doll.

I'm just bloody stubborn.

You all right?

Let's get this signature happening, eh?

Detective Constable Tea Lady.

Oh, what the fuck is that?

Oh, it's,

it's Mama Puss.

What's she doing in the freezer?

She passed.

I can't,

I don't want her to go just yet.

Here.

It's as you dictated,

the harassment that you saw Deborah subjected to.

My, uh,

my name will be mentioned?

You'll be one of the brave few

who stand up for what's right.

I (sniffs), I actually have to do something now.

So could you leave these with me

and I'll read over them and post them back to you later?

She's never gonna sign, is she?

I think Claudia finds committing herself

to anything pretty tough these days,

even burying the cat.

Yeah.

Damn.

Well, looks like it's all down to you, Debbie.

Andy wants to see you.

Your timing's impeccable.

Close the door.

I'd rather keep it open.

There's been a complaint lodged against you

with Internal Affairs.

What?

Alleges you were rorting your TA.

I've never-

When you were on insurance investigation in Wollongong,

your accommodation was paid for

by the company you were investigating.

But I told you that at the time.

I have no memory of that conversation.

You said it was okay.

You said if I fill out the expense forms and lodged them,

it'd all be above board, that it would be okay.

Do you have a written record of this discussion?

Who made the complaint against me?

Oh, that's confidential.

Well, that'd be the first fucking thing

IA have ever kept to themselves.

You are looking at some very serious criminal charges.

Of course, it was all a beat up.

The latest shot in the war of attrition

against Debbie Webb, well-known whistleblower.

Dogman's here.

Give me a sec.

Don't keep him waiting again.

He waits all week to get his rocks off,

he can wait five seconds more.

Get a frigging wriggle on.

You're not here to write bloody essays.

♪ If you need a girl we got it ♪

♪ This is a party for the underprivileged ♪

♪ This is a party for the underprivileged ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ I wanna talk to you ♪

♪ Girl, I wanna smell you ♪

♪ I want this all in my world ♪

♪ Goddamn it, girl ♪

♪ You got to really swirl in your heart ♪

♪ Come on and show me where to start, tell me ♪

♪ Say we go ♪

♪ Oh yeah, tell me darling ♪

♪ Oh yeah, tell me darling, I'll be there ♪

♪ Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun ♪

Come for a dance?

Oi, are you deaf or have I just lost my voice?

Grow up, Melissa.

Oh, have fun a night then, you grumpy cow.

That's the worst hand job I've ever had.

I did everything you asked.

Oi, leave her alone!

No!

You ought to take a class, fucking bitch.

Leave her alone, you asshole.

Fuckin' touch her again

and I'll bite your ugly balls off.

You all need a smack in the head.

Yeah.

Oh.

Need a holiday, huh?

Oh, oh my god,

he took all my money.

Ape!

Here, oi.

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

Call it a night and grab a cab, okay?

Okay, but I can't take you hard earned.

Take it, all right?

Look after yourself.

Yeah, thanks, Kim.

Thanks, Kim.

Hi, I'm not in, so leave me a message.

And make it a nice one.

It's Michael,

I need to see you, Kimmy.

It's driving me crazy.

Let me make it up to you.

Otherwise, I might do something terrible.

There are times in your life

when you know you're gonna have to make a change.

You can't keep going the way you are

because disaster could be waiting

around the very next corner.

Would you just fuck off!

But actually taking that leap of faith

into the unknown,

scary stuff.

On remand for accessory to murder,

John Ibrahim was staring down a life he'd never planned on.

The truth is,

we all face crossroads at some point in our lives.

He's got the heart of a lion, look at him.

Come on, hit him!

Come on, mate.

That one's a trier. - Oh yeah.

Hey, he's on him.

Off you go, Wanda.

You've got better things to do.

Whatever you say, Senior Constable.

Make that Sergeant, sir.

What do youse want?

Got reason to believe narcotics are being sold

from these premises.

There's nothing going on here, mate.

I think someone's pulling your chain.

You got a warrant?

Otherwise, piss off.

This place is open 24/7.

You get a couple of customers every few minutes.

You're moving 500 to 1,000 caps a day

at 60 bucks a cap.

Don't know what you're talking about, man.

I'm playing the pennies.

♪ You just found out that your world of stone ♪

♪ Was made out of powdered glass ♪

♪ So now you try to save your soul ♪

♪ But it's too late ♪

♪ Your time has come ♪

♪ Well, you should go to the river's edge ♪

♪ And throw yourself on in ♪

♪ The world you know ♪

How many dirty syringes do you have to crush

to save a single junkie's life?

♪ Your time will come ♪

No matter what you do,

there's always another desperate prepared

to sell his mum's jewelry or his body

or his soul for a hit.

Joe Dooley knew his days pounding the beat

on the Golden Mile, were fast running out.

♪ Ow ♪

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

That's an order!

What's the matter, Deb?

You don't look too well.

Where are you taking me?

Shh.

This is my street.

Well, that's right.

We do know where you live, Deb.

See you tomorrow.

Whoa.

I'll kill the bastards.

Yeah, for what?

Giving me a lift home?

They're clever, Greg.

If they can't freak me out, they'll discredit me.

Deb, you don't have to do this.

We can call Hatton,

tell him to stick his Royal Commission.

If I give up, I've been through all this for nothing.

All I ever wanted to do was the right thing, you know?

Whatever the hell that is.

I can't go back in there, babe.

I just can't.

Then don't.

Save your strength, babe.

Okay.

I'll go on sick leave.

Good girl.

But I gotta go back in tonight and get my duty book

before they realize I'm not coming back.

No, not tonight, wait for me.

Yeah, you're in,

you're in wherever you are.

The investigation's winding up.

- I'll be back in. - Yeah, three days, Greg.

You could be three weeks.

I leave my duty book on my desk for that long,

they'll doctor it till I'm a kiddie rooter

and a bloody terrorist.

I'll go in a couple of hours.

They'll all be at the boozer.

Stop it.

You know I like ice cream.

And if it's hokey pokey, I'll lick it off your hot body.

Meeting tomorrow at Bondi.

we're gonna eat ice creams on the beach.

Oh, and then you'll get stoned

and sit on the sand until your asses freeze.

So he smokes a bit of grass, so what?

So he's a loser stoner you're dating for a change.

Since when have you cared who I go out with?

You know how I feel about drugs.

No, Kim, this isn't about drugs, okay?

This is about you being a judgmental, joyless bitch.

You are so naive.

Why?

Because I don't think all men are bastards.

Fine, screw every stoner in Sydney.

Ruin your life, just don't do it around me.

Are you kicking me out?

Well, you're not.

I'm bloody leaving anyway.

I am so over this bullshit.

♪ Don't you know you want it ♪

♪ Want it, you want it ♪

♪ Down the dirty gold ♪

♪ Tell us if you want it, you want it ♪

♪ And time's taking hold ♪

♪ Your time's taking hold ♪

♪ Dirty gold ♪

♪ Gold, dirt dirty gold ♪

- Hi, Kimmy. - Whoa.

I want you to leave, now.

Please don't be like this.

I've made a mistake.

But I just wanna make things better between us.

I want to make things right between us.

I'm not leaving, Kim.

Don't you see this proves how much I love you?

What you guys do?

Policing 101,

stared the kid down till he freaked green,

then took him home,

told his good folks he was turning into a stalker.

They were...

How do you describe it, Les?

Very bloody angry.

He won't be bothering you again, darling.

I always say cops are beautiful.

Thank you.

Oh god, thank you.

- Sure. - Thank you.

Who is it?

It's Les.

- Hello. - Hey.

Hi.

Thought I'd do a little welfare check.

Oh, I'm fine.

Check the windows?

On the 4th floor, I don't think he's that keen.

Sure is sweet of you.

You must be busy.

Whoa, Les.

Jesus.

Come on, you're the sexiest girl

I've ever know, Kim. - Okay.

Thanks, but-

- Come on. - Hey stop, hey!

Stop it!

Come on, I helped you out today.

Don't I get a reward?

Les, we're friends.

It's not so much to ask.

I mean, you're doing it every fucking day anyway.

Hi, I'm not in, so leave me a message.

And make it a nice one.

Kim, Andrew here

from King's Cross Police.

Andrew.

Oh, hi, Kim.

This is a bit weird,

but you haven't seen Les have you?

Yeah, he's not here.

He's still on duty, and he's not answering his car radio.

Look, if he does turn up,

tell him to call in before the duty sergeant kills him.

Uh-huh.

Thanks.

Okay.

Okay, good.

All right, now come on.

- Oh, uh- - Come on,

we're friends, yeah?

We're friends.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Now let's be friendly.

Okay.

Just give me a sec.

Do you wanna...

What do you fancy, huh?

What do you got?

- Got all my costumes. - Oh, yeah?

- Uh-huh. - Which ones?

What do you want?

Got Santa - Yeah.

Snow White?

You got the Nazi one, hmm?

- Huh? - I like the Nazi one.

Yeah, so do I.

Right then,

you get yourself ready, then (speaks German).

Hmm? - Yeah.

Okay.

Don't move, this thing's loaded.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

What are you doing? - Get your things.

Get your things!

Kim, I was fucking kidding.

I didn't find a very funny, you asshole.

All right, all right.

- Get up. - All right, oh.

Get up.

Kim, I'm sorry.

Hey. - Get out.

Get out of my house now.

You get out of my house! - All right, I'll go!

Fuck, I'm sorry.

Get out!

Oi, I'm sorry.

Oh, hello.

Is that Internal Affairs?

My name's Kim Hollingsworth.

I've just been assaulted by a police officer.

He works at the Kings Cross,

Kings Cross Station.

He was here, he put his gun in my crotch.

No, he put his service pistol in my fucking vulva.

Fuck!

Poor old Wanda.

Pretty messed up, I'd say it was an assault,

maybe a hit and run.

All the whores around here end up a bit worse for wear.

Either way, she's at least a week of paperwork.

Sergeant Dooley, you know where we are?

McElhone Stairs.

Yeah, you know what's special about McElhone Stairs?

They're the border between our district and Woolloomooloo.

In fact, the borderline's right here.

She's in our district.

Five second's lifting

and she becomes Woolloomooloo's week of paperwork, not ours.

And the boys from the 'Loo would love the chance

to track down his, her parents.

Call Forensics, get 'em down here.

Oi! Shit.

You are a fucking disgrace, mate!

You got wind up there, Dooley?

Oi, you two!

Cut it out, back off.

Joe, come here.

Look, Eddie's a dickhead, all right.

We all know that.

Now I understand.

You've got your way of doing things, and we've got ours.

But you've gotta choose what team you bat for.

Wanda?

Wanda.

Oh no, oh no (sobs).

Oh no.

Oh, shit!

- I'm sorry. - Don't you pretend

to give a fuck!

Did I mention there are times in your life

when you know you're gonna have to change paths?

Tragically, it was too late for Wanda.

But not for Joe and not for Kim.

Well, the opposition are on side.

Wonders will never cease.

So with the other two independents,

looks like I finally got the numbers.

Congratulations.

Hmm.

Well, we're not there yet.

Still gotta make the speech and put it to the vote.

When's that?

Tomorrow.

Strike while the iron's hot, eh?

I'd really like you both to be there when I speak,

if you feel you can.

Don't understand how this happened, Deb.

Why are you talking to John Hatton?

Why are you dobbing in your mates?

I don't understand it, Deb.

You know as well as anyone that being a cop

involves a certain amount of rough and tumble.

I, I, I only ever wanted to do my job.

Then do it, you dumb bitch.

Do your fucking job!

Hatton's about to speak.

The honorable member for South Coast.

Thank you, Mr. Speaker.

Mr. Speaker, I move that a Royal Commission be established

to inquire into the operations

of the New South Wales Police Service.

With particular reference to entrenched corruption,

the activities of the Internal Affairs branches,

the failure of the internal informants policy

and the impartiality of the service

in investigating and pursuing prosecutions.

Mr. Speaker, corruption is entrenched in senior levels

of the New South Wales Police Service.

Internal Affairs is corrupt.

Senior police officers close ranks

to prevent exposure of corrupt activities.

The minister and the police commissioner have failed

to support and safeguard those in the service

who are honest and brave enough to fight corruption.

Detective Senior Constable Locke,

gave information about corruption to internal security.

And within a week,

detectives from within her own squad made her realize

the IA leaked like a sieve.

For her own safety, she had to be transferred.

And Mr. Speaker, may I point out

that this motion specifically requires

that this inquiry be staffed only by personnel other

than serving or former New South Wales police officers.

John Hatton spoke for an hour and 18 minutes,

after years of campaigning against police corruption,

he had a bit to say.

And finally, the stars had aligned.

His motion was carried, 46 to 45.

What's your reaction to the vote, Commissioner?

Is it true corruption was entrenched?

And what about the suggestion you're aren't supportive

of Senior Constable Locke and the other whistleblower.

I don't ever claim to be perfect.

I have on occasion crossed the road against the walk light.

Get all those gone, move.

A single basket.

Run it, run it.

It's a figment of the political imagination

to suggest that corruption is widespread

in the New South Wales Police Service.

Just slow down, everyone,

you can't go that fast. - You're overloading.

Here we go, here we go.

What do you think will be the outcome

of a Royal Commission?

There are two things I look forward to from this inquiry.

Okay, brings all those over, boys.

The first is to see Mr. Hatton away

from parliamentary privilege.

Put this over here.

The second is the opportunity to clear my name

and those of the fine officers

of the New South Wales Police Force.

I heard they're gonna call every cop in the city.

Royal Commission, waste of fucking time and money.

Fucking Debbie Webb, hey?

I mean, who would've thought of all people?

Fat mouthy moll.

Look, they can't prove anything

if we all just keep shtum.

It's a Royal Commission, Trev.

They charge you with contempt.

Lock you up if you refuse to speak.

Jim?

They wouldn't lock up cops, would they?

Justice Wood?

He's got a nasty look in his eye, mate.

He'll go.

- Whoo! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, stop pissin' your pants, you bunch of girls.

The pollies are banging the law and order drum

because there's an election coming up.

Exactly, I mean it's gonna take any investigators weeks

just to choose the color of the wallpaper.

We'll all have plenty of time to get our story straight.

And then all we've gotta do is stick to 'em.

- Beer. - Beer?

- Beer. - Beer.

Okay.

Trev? - No.

Two days after John Hatton's

historic parliamentary victory,

the letters patent were issued to Justice James Wood,

who was commissioned to head the inquiry.

The Wood Royal Commission was to change the face

and nature of policing in New South Wales for years to come.

We have listening devices.

We have telephone intercepts.

We have state-of-the-art tracking devices.

We are part of the best equipped investigation team

ever established in this country.

But none of these shiny toys is gonna get us past square one

unless we know where to put them.

There are 14,000 serving officers

in the New South Wales Force.

Not all of them are corrupt.

But there are plenty of shitheads who are.

And they're clever, sneaky shitheads,

who will close ranks at the first whiff of a leak

and will never cheerfully come to us just to fess up.

The only way to do our job, expose corruption,

is get someone on the inside.

Sniff around, find people, cop or crim,

that we can put between a rock and a hard place and get them

to point our bells and whistles at the corrupt officers.

Mr. Agius?

Might I add, do it legally.

Spoken like a true lawyer.

All right, let's get stuck into it.

Birth classes.

Breathe out.

Visualize your cervix opening like a flower.

Visualize, visualize.

You're not visualizing. - I am visualizing.

Trouble is I'm visualizing a bottle of gin.

Ah.

Even the local rag's onto me.

Apparently Hatton's a zealot, and I'm a troublemaker.

You know, he reckons I could be in the witness box for days?

Looking forward to that.

What?

That van's been in the street on and off

for the last couple of days.

Greg.

Can I help you with something, mate?

We don't know for sure it was there for us.

No.

How long are we gonna have to live like this?

Cops have got long memories.

Thought we could leave,

pack it in, go to Queensland

Senior Constables Locke and Locke of Balmain become

Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Maroochydore?

I just want you to be safe.

We become anonymous, we're easy targets.

We're safer here with you and the force

and me in the paper every second fucking day.

We weren't that safe tonight.

No.

When I was a woodchuck, Joe Dooley used to tell me

to pick my moment to pull my head outta the sand.

Time it wrong and you get your head blown off.

I've got the worst fuckin' timing.

And a bloody big head.

You're not really giving up?

I'm sick of being treated like I don't matter.

Sick of being three holes on legs.

Well, what'll you do for money?

Don't know.

If I don't use my head for something,

I'm gonna go bloody mental.

So you just give up on everything?

On me.

You can give up hooking too, Gale.

Do something else with your life.

I don't want to stop.

I don't want this to end.

Oi, Kimmy, we had fun.

You know, it was fun.

Once upon a time, we did.

But I'm not having fun anymore.

Oh babe, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So you've given hooking the flick,

blitzed your HSC.

What are you gonna do now, you egghead?

Guess.

No way.

Mm-hm.

You are seriously not gonna join the police force.

Oh fuck, Kim.

They treat you like shit.

They stick a gun in your fanny.

They turn their backs on you.

Vanessa's got more sense than you,

and she's bloody six weeks old.

Yeah, well, she's a genius,

and I'm just a country girl who always wanted to be a cop.

Bad time to be a cop in New South Wales.

So, um,

can I put you down as a referee on my application form?

If you want to be burned at the stake.

I've, um, applied for a,

a medical discharge.

Wow.

Leaving the police force, how does that feel?

Well, you should know.

Cop's all I've ever wanted to be too.

John Ibrahim had spent barely three weeks

behind bars on remand for accessory to the murder

of drug dealer Talal Assaad,

when Royal Commissioner James Wood ordered his release.

His case, among others, was put on hold

until Justice Wood had completed his inquiry.

Under the terms of your bail, you need to report-

Twice a week.

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

Don't worry, mate.

There you go.

Hey, you heard that old Chinese curse?

What curse would that be?

May you live in interesting times.

Time's gonna get pretty interesting around here soon.

Joe Dooley's gone.

Where? Up his own ass?

No, the academy.

He's got delusions of grandeur.

He's doing the D's course?

What? Detective Joe Dickhead?

Don't worry, mate.

He's gonna bring the crime rate down in no time flat.

- Single-handedly. - Yeah.

Have you blokes heard

about the Royal Commission investigators?

No.

Word is, they're all feds, poms,

or South Australians (laughs).

Oh, the A-team, eh?

Wouldn't know one side of the state from the other.

What the fucking fuck!

What?

We're being transferred to Central,

you and me, effective immediately.

Some bullshit about internal renewal.

Shit.

Bloody hell, mate, shit.

Stop panicking, Scully, it's not raining fucking frogs.

But one way or another,

the Wood Royal Commission would touch

almost all the denizens of the Golden Mile.

Some chose to be involved.

Others had no choice.

For better or for worse,

change was coming.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪