Original subtitles

So you want me to do a Mata Hari,

find out his darkest secrets.

Well, anything you can find out will help.

So where are all the cameras exactly?

Oh, all around.

It's probably best you don't know exactly where they are.

Hey, you know a guy called Danny Karam?

He's mad.

People think I'm mad, but he's really mad.

DK!

Michael Kanaan.

They call me Doc.

Why a little boy like you want a gun?

Tough guy pushed me around.

It's not a boxing ring, okay.

Get outta here.

I'm gonna shoot him.

Should have taken care of him.

Forget about taking over the world.

Take care of your people.

I understand you used to work as a prostitute.

Yet in your police application,

you've made no mention of prostitution.

That's a sacking offense.

You promised you'd get me back into the coppers.

Forget it, Kim.

Your persona non grata, get used to it.

What am I gonna do for a job?

I know someone.

What does she do?

She runs a parlor.

You're sending me to Adelaide to work in a brothel.

It's your only qualification.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Hey ♪

1998 and King's Cross was changing thanks

to the Wood Royal Commission.

There was a major power vacuum in

that most lucrative of golden miles,

a vacuum that dangerous opportunists

like Danny DK Koran rushed in to fill.

And a new generation of wannabe dealers flooded in

right behind him.

Gangs of delinquents from the suburbs were

on the streets unchecked,

fighting pitched battles,

carving out their turf, causing mayhem.

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa ♪

The place was a powder keg.

All it needed was one spark.

Detective Sergeant Joe Dooley had spent 11 years

in the Cross.

He knew its potential for violence better than anyone.

But what could one man do to stop an explosion?

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Of course, the dealers

and street runners were usually bailed

and back on the street the very next day.

At best, Joe's disruption strategy

was delaying the inevitable.

What neither he nor anybody else knew was

that the war, when it came,

would be waged by kids barely old enough to shave.

♪ O little town of Bethlehem ♪

♪ How still we see thee lie ♪

Mm, with Adam, night shift.

More night shifts.

When are you gonna go back to the university,

finish your degree so I can have a photo of my son

in one of those funny hats?

Thank you.

Please bless my son.

♪ The hopes and fears of all the years ♪

♪ Are met in thee tonight ♪

I left home when I was 11,

joined the Christian militia,

fight for God.

Fight with a man twice, three times my age.

That give you balls.

What guns?

Uzi, AK-47, semi-auto.

Dragunov SVD, HK MP5s,

mortars, grenades, knives.

This one time, we're in a building,

the building full of holes from bullets.

I'm behind the lamp of concrete.

Soon they start sending rockets,

The whole building collapse.

My sergeant,

piece of metal (mimics strike) chop his head off.

His buddy's lying over there,

like blood pissing everywhere.

They think we all dead.

I'm not dead, but soon they come to check.

I know they come to check

from this huge Muslim manyak with a beard up

to his knees is coming around, and I see him.

He's coming down the line.

On the street,

no one fuck with me!

Respect.

It's time for a bloody good time!

Just come on in,

go be set on the action!

See these crazy girls on stage.

Come on in, guys.

New crew, mate?

Hey, hear you're on a bit of a winnin' streak, mate.

Yeah, run of a bad cards, that's all.

Oh yeah?

How much you lose this week, 20 grand, 30, 40?

How much you stick up your nose, the same?

What are you, my mother or am my accountant?

It seems like I'm your ATM, mate.

You know what your problem is?

These days, all you're about is this.

Uh-huh, lucky for you,

it means you don't have

to think past the reach of your fist.

Day by day, my friend.

Life's not that complicated for me, mate.

I'm trying to build something here.

You know, I'm trying to make something, that's all.

Yeah, but for who?

It's always about you, Johnny,

you and your bloody image.

Image?

You are the one with the image problem.

Look at you, huh, running around

with your piss-head prison mates like some freak show.

At least I don't let a mate take a bullet in their guts.

Bad one, pissing off,

going to the Gold Cost.

Opportunity for us.

We're moving a quarter ounce per day.

That's all we can manage with only two teams.

Keep your eye peeled back.

Get good people in to run more.

Yeah, I got two lined up already, Rabs and Wassi.

They helped out with the cars rebirthing.

Rabbi and Wasim, yeah?

They are Muslim.

They're mates of ours, DK, good mates.

I trust your judgment, Doc.

So do we get our pay now?

First, I take two grand each.

What?

Weekly rent for your teams.

Four grand?

You never said anything about paying you four grand.

Protection.

Then you must set aside money to buy the next ounces.

What the fuck!

You never said anything about paying you!

You're thriving on my good name, habib.

Your runners are working for Company DK!

You want me to take the baby, Danny?

I think she's hungry.

Thank you, doll face.

You boys are the bomb.

Look how much you make in so tiny time.

You're gonna take over the city.

Where you from?

Paramatta.

Ah, Beqaa Valley.

Village near Bharuch.

Ever used a gun before?

I told you they were cool.

Ever have to teach someone a lesson?

Where is the best place to shoot him?

In a back alley.

Here.

Or here.

They live.

But they remember not to fuck with you again.

What about the movie "Casino?"

- Oh! - Best movie ever.

I love the part where Joe Pesci says,

"Listen to me, Tony, I got your head in a vice."

"I'll squash your fucking head like a grapefruit."

Whoa, pull over.

- What? - Just stop.

Hey, Skip. - Hey.

You want to get on?

No, no, I don't want to get on.

I want to know what you're doing selling on our patch.

It's a free country, mate.

Only people we say get to sell in the Cross.

Why? Who the fuck are you?

- Who the fuck am I? - Yeah.

Who the fuck am I?

Yeah.

Who the fuck am I? Yeah.

Who the,

Who the fuck am I!

We're DK's, boys, motherfucker.

That's who we are!

- Don't kill me. - And we own the Cross.

- Don't kill me. - Every park bench-

- Don't kill me. - Every corner-

- Don't kill me. - Every lane ours!

Get in.

Who the fuck am I?

Here you go.

Two recovered from the scene,

one from the victim's right knee.

He give you a description of the shooter?

Didn't see anything, nobody did.

Apparently it was a total solar eclipse.

And your old mate DK is flooding the streets

with his dealers?

Word is he's up to 20 at a time.

Mm, they don't see DK himself much these days.

No, you wouldn't, would you?

He's a big man now.

Got a bunch of baby weasels doing his bidding.

Let's up the pressure.

The crime manager, Sydney Police Center.

Subject, the rise in drug-related violence in Kings Cross.

There is now a new wave of dealers claiming the streets,

selling prohibited substances

that exchange hands in broad daylight

in full view of the general public.

These dealers are not intimidated

by the uniformed police presence

and fight for control over the streets

through unprecedented use of firearms.

There's been a fourfold increase in the number

of arrests of street dealers.

Ambulance service reports suggest a corresponding increase

in cocaine related call-outs.

In my view, speaking as an 11-year veteran of the Cross.

The balance of power on the streets

has been dangerously skewed.

The runners are going wild.

They're scared shitless.

He's coming and arresting everyone,

every single one.

- Dooley is- - Dooley!

Fucking Dooley!

Fucking Dooley!

You know, I might as well send these reports to Mars,

for all the response they're getting.

Still, you must be seriously pissing DK off.

What do you reckon, one or two bottles?

Well, considering Deb doesn't drink and I can't.

Weird thing happened.

I was in the news agent's before.

Mr. Habakkauk said a couple of young guys have been in,

asking if he knew anyone with the name Dooley.

Did he give them our address?

He's so discreet.

Bet his own mother doesn't know where he lives.

Did he see what they looked like?

Young, Lebanese, spunky,

like you but with fewer worry lines.

Something wrong, babe?

That'll be Deb.

You're kidding me.

DK's out there, prowling around

making death threats. - Shh.

And you haven't told her.

Well, what would be the point?

Oh, let me see,

if she knew there was a violent psycho out there,

she might take reasonable safety precautions.

No, it would just scare her.

Easy on the cayenne pepper, babe.

Hey, who's the chef here, me or you?

Oh, you're a brave woman, Ellie.

Back at the station, he was famous for burning water.

Oh, that is not true.

I'd want to know something like that.

Look, Ellie's not a cop.

She's a primary school teacher.

She's a bloody adult.

And if she can stare down a classroom full of 10-year-olds,

she's got more balls than all of us put together.

Hammer!

Oi, gotta move your vehicle again!

What?

It's parked on the footpath.

People can't get past, again.

Hey, hey, hey,

you got a problem with my truck, huh?

No problem here.

When are you gonna realize you're not special?

No one else parks like this.

Now why don't you just do yourself a favor.

Get fucked.

Go do something useful.

- Useful? - Hmm.

Okay, how about I move your Tonka toy for you?

Anyone touches my truck,

and I'll smack 'em in the head, you included.

Move your vehicle!

Fuck.

Wanna have a go?

- Break it up, break it up. - Get back, oi!

Back, get back, mates.

Step back.

- What are you doing? - I'm arresting you.

Assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest,

creating a public nuisance.

Let me guess, eh?

Bit of possession, yeah?

Take him.

I won't cover your legals.

You waiting for me to kiss your feet?

So what, this is,

this is you living day to day, is it?

Taking on a cop?

Fuck off.

Hey!

You do mind, eh?

The Cross is about to explode, and you're going inside, huh?

I should kick some sense into you, mate.

And why don't you, short ass?

It's time to see how much a real man you are.

When I was in the militia in Beirut,

you know what saved my ass?

A good pair of knackers?

Loyalty, loyalty for my fellow man.

That's what saved my ass.

They had my back,

like I got yours.

Michael.

You are a special one, Doc.

A special lieutenant.

Wassi.

Good boy, you earned it.

And me.

DK Boys!

Yeah!

♪ Watch the time shine ♪

Johnny.

Hey, Danny.

How are you?

Sexy Johnny.

Danny Gorgeous Karam.

Are you expanding?

Open up another disco.

It's a small place, DCMs on Oxford Street, nothing big.

You've been doing a bit of business expansion yourself, huh?

Like, you know what, this guy,

your name's been popping up everywhere in the Cross.

Good things only, though, eh?

Oxford Street, huh?

Moving out of the Cross, habib?

Had enough?

Just gettin' started.

See you, Danny.

♪ Jump, jump, jump ♪

Doc, Doc, you like?

Like the bloody bishops.

Cost me $900, Doc, each, each.

I'll take it off your next profit.

Pardon?

We got each other's back, Doc.

You with me?

Yeah?

Good.

Boys.

Let's go bump some wheels.

Yee-hah!

Hot Wheels, the Magna!

My grandma drives one, you bag!

Oh, whoa, whoa!

So what do you want to do, Doc?

Just cruise around,

see what happens.

- Yeah! - Okay.

Shit

Turn that on.

In the vicinity of the Five Dock Hotel,

corner of Great North Road and First Avenue.

Shots fired outside the hotel.

Unknown number of casualty.

Gladesville 51 to VKG, on our way.

Unit 36 to VKG, we're on the scene.

There's three, repeat, three victims.

One's been shot in the stomach.

Another has chest wounds.

Someone's gone mental out there.

Suspects are believed to have fled the scene

in a Red Magna station wagon.

What began is a simple punch up on the street

between two pub patrons quickly escalated

when a red Magna believed to have been stolen

and carrying four young men pulled up nearby.

Witnesses described how two of the men

in the stolen vehicle got out and joined in the brawl.

A third man then also got out of the Magna

and pulled a gun, shooting three of the pub goers

in what witnesses said was a brutal

and entirely unprovoked attack.

The men wanted for questioning are described

as being between 20 and 25 years old-

- So young. - Of Lebanese appearance.

Anyone with information is urged to contact-

Why do people do such things?

I left Lebanon for this?

Mum, don't watch.

You know stuff like this upsets you.

One of the victims has died.

This is bullshit.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Right, left, right, left.

That's the way you taught me.

Left, left, right.

How is everyone?

Rabs' lips are a bit buggered up.

He and Ozzie dumped the car and went home.

- You okay? - Why,

why'd you do it?

Fuck the lot of them, as long as we're okay.

If it happened the same way, I'd do the same thing.

As long as we're okay.

Yeah, yeah, we're good.

- Huh? - Yeah.

What's DK gonna say?

Cops come to my house last night.

My fuckin' house!

My wife and daughter sleeping in the next room.

Joe fucking Dooley in my house!

The cops won't catch us.

They're fucking idiot.

You're the fucking idiot.

What did you do?

What the fuck you think I do?

I politely tell them I know nothing about anything.

Give them coffee.

Put oil on your Red fucking Sea!

If any one of you do anything like this again,

I break your legs.

Now get going.

There's another two ounce of coke ready in Paramatta.

He's dropped us in it.

What did he always tell us?

Never talk to the cops,

chuck a stink, tell 'em to piss off,

and he's invited detectives from the Cross

into his lounge room.

Yeah, man, but he had to do something.

Otherwise, they would've come-

We should knock him.

Yeah, okay, all right.

I'll ring Joe Pesci, shall I?

See if he's available for a hit?

Or maybe you want someone bigger,

De Niro or Ray Liotta.

Ah, no, for this one we need the big dog.

We need Al Pacino. - Yeah.

Me, I always tell the truth.

Even when I lie.

♪ Yodel-lay-dee-ay ♪

♪ Yodel-lay-dee-oh ♪

♪ Hey, yodel-lay-dee-oh ♪

Look, I've got no problem paying the taxes.

Two grand a week, bugger's gotta be able

to get to the doors without tripping over 50 dealers,

twice as many junkies.

Security, you understand?

I understand that.

Frank, leave me with me, huh?

♪ Whoo, hoo, hoo ♪

Get on!

What are you doing?

♪ Yodel-lay-dee-oh ♪

♪ Hey, Yodel-lay ♪

Come here!

♪ Yodel-lay-dee-ay ♪

Kiwi Steve and that Ibrahim prick

think they own the Cross?

Half our runners won't even work there anymore.

Mm.

They can't disrespect us like this.

You're staying for dinner, Adam?

Oh, no, thanks Mrs. Kanaan.

I've got something else on.

A girl?

Damn right a girl.

Pretty girl.

Oh, her name's Jodie.

We're going out callin'.

Can I tag along?

Yeah, yeah, man.

I know just the club to go to.

My mum's Russian, and my dad's Irish.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm a clash of cultures made flesh,

I suppose.

Same here.

Yeah? Where are your parents from?

Sydney and Melbourne.

Yo, cousin.

Turn around.

Show me what you got, man.

Sorry?

What, in the back of my pocket?

- I said turn around. - Just what the fuck are you-

Sit down!

Sit.

No one could have foreseen

just how personally Doc Kanaan would take this loss of face.

You spot Ibrahim or Kiwi Steve on the street,

we all get out and shoot them,

no matter where they are, no matter who's around.

People on the street will shit themself.

No one will fuck with us.

You think it's a good idea to be shooting people up there?

You don't want to be here, bro,

leave now.

There he is.

Kiwi Steve.

You're dead!

Kiwi prick!

No, no, no, it's not him...

It's not him, it's the cleaner.

No, no, stop!

Don't shoot him.

- Now! - Whoa!

Whoo!

Go, go, go!

Go, let's go!

Yeah, the place was empty, lucky we closed early.

So this is part of your war with DK

for control of the drug trade?

How many times, mate, huh?

I don't deal drugs.

I don't use drugs.

I don't have anything to fuckin' do with drugs.

You want to search me, huh?

Why don't you search this place,

search any of my clubs?

I don't care.

Don't worry about a warrant.

Just bust right in.

Search my house, check my bank statements.

I don't care.

Stick a microscope at my eyes.

But when you're done,

come back and buy me in new door,

'cause you won't find anything.

- Okay. - Yeah.

That was headquarters.

Looks like your crime reports have finally reached Mars.

Strikeforce Lancer has been set up

to investigate organized crime and King's Cross.

Now, since February there's been 14 knee cappings,

all drug related.

And now 50-plus shots fired into a nightclub door

in full view and range of 30 witnesses.

So I think you all agree.

Organized crime in the Cross has reached Olympian heights.

Now these up here, these are your A-list heavies.

But I reckon last night's fireworks display was tied

into rivalry for control of the streets

between these two, DK and John Ibrahim.

Now Ibrahim's a dark horse.

What do we know about him?

Ibrahim and DK might both want to be kings of the Cross,

but there are two differences between them.

DK's got multiple convictions for supply and possession.

Ibrahim, no convictions, no arrests, nothing.

Right?

We've never found evidence of him dealing

from any of these clubs.

The second difference is

John Ibrahim is not a violent lunatic, DK is.

Yeah, well I hear DK has got a bit

to set against you, Detective.

He reckons you're a,

you're a traitor to the Lebanese race.

So listen, I'd understand if you don't want to be here,

you know, if you want to take off.

You're on the team targeting Danny Karam?

Mm-hm.

The guy who said he'd kill you, your wife, family,

and then shit on your grave?

It'll be all right.

Were you the only cop left in Sydney

who could go on this task force?

Jesus.

We're about to have a baby in 10 minutes.

No, I didn't.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

I had nothing to do with this, Johnny.

No idea who.

Some idiot with no balls.

Yeah.

Danny loves us, apparently,

and he wishes us long and happy lives

After the tunnel shooting,

DK moved his business to a new safe house.

Let's call it a safer safe house.

♪ It's me, Rabs, Wassi, and Doc ♪

♪ Time's a ticking, tick tock ♪

♪ Tick tock ♪

♪ We're the DK boys ♪

♪ You hear that noise ♪

♪ It's a pump action shotties ♪

♪ Producing bodies ♪

Oh!

♪ They call me Doc ♪

♪ I've got an eight-inch cock ♪

♪ It's too long for my knee ♪

♪ So I've gotta wear a sock ♪

♪ They call me Doctor ♪

♪ I'm sorry if that shocks ya ♪

♪ I slept with your missus ♪

♪ And she mocks ya ♪

Oh!

♪ This is all whack ♪

Who wants snacks?

I mean, it's always like, it's okay.

Whatever.

And for a couple of months,

his boys carried on business as usual.

You know what we're saying?

Listen to me when I'm talking.

Do you understand that?

The drive-by shooting

at Lakemba Police station left the front

of the building, riddled with at least 20 bullet holes.

The police commissioner

has condemned the attackers cowardly.

It's the latest in a spate of incidents involving firearms

that have plagued Sydney in recent months.

As many as 13 shots,

most likely from two weapons say police,

one of them are high powered automatic.

The shots penetrated the front door

of the police station, and two of the shots went

through a police vehicle parked out the front.

Inside the station,

five young officers on duty, behind the counter,

in direct line of fire.

These matched the ones from the tunnel driveway?

Most of them do, not all of them.

Plus we got matches with casings founded

in at least five knee cappings.

You reckon these mongrels are from DK's gang?

That's what we're getting from the streets.

Knee cappings, shootings on the street,

shooting up a police station,

I mean, what are they gonna do next?

Thanks to our police station.

Let us in.

There's more police now with Strike Force Lancer.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Sometimes I wonder war, what the fuck it's good for?

All this good, young man,

my friends, their lives.

But if we don't fight Muslim monkeys,

they take over everything.

Never trust a Muslim.

Huh?

I'm joking!

Wasi and Rabs were Muslim,

and they were Doc's best mates.

So what message was DK trying to send him?

I tell you,

we should knock him.

We do everything for him,

made him over a million dollars,

and he says like that?

He treats us like crap. Doc especially.

We've gotta have each other's backs, bro.

Ah!

Guys, we could do it!

♪ Hello, how you doing ♪

♪ We're the young educated boys ♪

The boys prepared a hot shot

for their once beloved leader.

One hit and revenge would be theirs,

not to mention his thriving cocaine

and car rebirthing rackets.

But you know what they say about best laid plans.

♪ On the young educated boys and girls of the first world ♪

♪ Make your, make your mark now ♪

♪ Make a living outta living and be home before dark ♪

♪ Master, young lad's never seen ♪

♪ Imagine a war of the reds and the greens to see ♪

He wouldn't take it.

He could tell there was something wrong with it.

Went ballistic.

- Fuck, shit, man. - Oh my god.

But he did he know it was us?

I told him I got it from another supplier.

He said we've gotta find him and bash him.

Gave me this.

Plan A having been a fizzer,

Doc moved on to plan B.

And plan B was right back in his natural territory.

You stand on the left.

Okay.

I stand on the right.

We're angled away from each other,

so we don't get caught in a crossfire.

You stay up here.

Call us as soon as he comes down.

But I want to help waste the clam-

I need you to stay up here, bro,

if this is going to work.

Adam will be up here.

He can do it.

He's early.

He's early, he's early, he's early,

he's early. - He's early.

We'll go down the back stairs.

- Go, go, go, go. - Go, go.

Go, go, go.

Fuck.

Sit down, sit down.

Put your gun down, would you?

Okay.

Hey.

What took so long?

Oh, the TV was loud, yeah, sorry.

Do you want a coffee or something?

Nah.

Where's Doc?

He's seeing a girl.

He's out seeing a girl.

See those faggots next door?

Yeah.

They're okay though.

I know one of them works in the gym.

Fuck.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Something wrong?

No, no.

Just having problems with my girlfriend.

Girlfriend, huh?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

You tell Doc to call me when you see him.

Yeah.

♪ Hey, God moves on the ♪

♪ God moves on the water ♪

♪ People gonna run and pray ♪

♪ God moves on the water ♪

♪ People gonna run and pray ♪

♪ In the year 1912 ♪

♪ April the 14th day ♪

♪ Titanic hit an iceberg ♪

♪ And the people gonna run and pray ♪

♪ God moves on the water ♪

♪ People gonna run and pray ♪

♪ God moves on the water ♪

Dooley.

There's been a murder?

Who's dead?

DK.

I'll send the car for you.

I gotta go to work.

Jesus.

I don't know many people

who are gonna say poor Danny.

You know what that means, though, don't you, bro?

It means whoever's crazy enough to kill DK is going

to be crazy enough to kill your next, man

With DK's murder,

the Golden Mile saw the passing of one

of its most complex, unpredictable,

and seriously violent men.

John was right.

A lot of people slept easier knowing

that DK wasn't out there anymore.

But there were still two more time bombs ticking away,

bombs that would blow King's Cross

and the New South Wales Police force open all over again.

One ticked away in the southwestern suburbs of Sydney,

the other ticked away in Adelaide

in Adelaide.

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ There's a jungle out there ♪