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You're too pretty and too small to be the toughest,

but you're smart enough to be the smartest.

Strike force Lancer has been set up

to investigate organized crime in King's Cross.

This is part of your war with DK

for control of the drug trade.

I don't deal drugs!

I don't have anything to do with drugs!

If any one of you do anything like this again,

I break your legs.

I tell you, we should knock him.

We're thinking of going into business for ourselves.

We're all business.

Yeah, like I said, sir,

I'm not doing anything like that anymore.

This is the rooster I'd like to pluck.

You want me to do a mud hurry?

Find out his darkest secrets?

Bloody whore!

They are looking at us!

All of us!

And even if they're not, you've gotta assume they are.

How does it feel to have Jim Megan's blood on your hands?

I understand you used to work as a prostitute.

In your police application,

you've made no mention of prostitution.

I guess I misread the form.

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 ♪

Did you shoot DK?

Where were you?

I was at the cross all night.

Where were you?

Where was Kiwi Steve?

Likewise.

Come on, don't tell me you didn't have a good motive.

Well, don't we all mate, don't you?

Not one as good as you.

Ah, okay.

Yeah, you outlasted George, Lenny, Billy Bayer,

Benny Casa, all the bad cops.

The only one left was DK, your last headache.

So who's standing in your way now, John?

Whoever shot him, Joe.

Hey John. Everything okay?

We done?

Mm.

Any news?

Nah, nobody's got a clue, bro.

You talk to any street runners?

Bro, the usual numb nuts up the street, you know?

Yeah, and who did they think it was?

What they think it's John Ibrahim.

Either him or Kiwi Steve.

They reckon they're behind it

and they're shitting themselves.

They reckon they step foot in the cross now,

Johnny's boys will not be happy.

Are they still selling gear?

No, they're on the toilet shitting themselves.

Can you believe that?

First we knocked DK and now we gotta do Ibrahim.

What?

Well, either him or Kiwi Steve, one of the two.

We gotta do someone at the top and Hammer's inside.

Thank fucking Christ.

No! No!

Don't you think we ought to take it easy

for a couple of months?

Fuck Adam! Don't you get it?

Do you want the big prize or not?

We gotta show all our runners we're as tough as DK,

we gotta get everyone thinking

it was someone else that knocked him.

Do you want all his brothers, all his cousins,

all his friends thinking it was us?

What about the cops?

The cops? What cops?

He's worried about the cops.

They couldn't solve a crossword puzzle.

Come on, you guys ready?

We gotta go.

What for?

Nicole.

We gotta go around to DK's place.

We gotta go, Doc.

It's gonna look weird if we don't show.

Gotta show, Doc.

I don't gotta do nothing.

I'm not gonna stand there watching people cry.

Who wants that shit?

I hate that shit.

You guys go, I'm not going.

Hey, but you tell them if they want us to get back to DK,

we need more guns.

Look, I would just like to take this opportunity

to assure the people of New South Wales

that we will leave no stone unturned

in the pursuit of these criminals.

But it's true,

isn't it, Chief Inspector Hillier,

that without all those smart old coppers around,

our police force no longer has the manpower

or the experience to mount this sort of an investigation?

Well, well, Caroline,

I think our actions will speak louder than words.

Any forensic evidence?

Nothing from the scene of DK's murder points to anybody.

Nothing?

Look, we just need some just any physical evidence.

All right?

A match on the casings, some fingerprints on the car

to something so we can get warrants

and put surveillance on these guys.

Another journo wanting an update, boss.

Right, yeah, just put 'em through, Sean.

What's that?

Four this week?

Sound bite Sid we ought to call him.

What this town needs

is a good dose of discipline, and soon.

So, the hunt is on for a new police commissioner,

and some influential people who advise the premier

still look to me for advice on these matters,

and I'm looking to you

because I need somebody hard but clean.

Okay, so you just tell me who's on your list

and I will tell you whether the Royal Commission

found any dirt on them.

No, no, no, no.

You're here because you are on the list.

We've got it down to three of you to be exact.

Now we'll be looking at everything.

We can't afford any nasty surprises here.

It didn't take Jerry long

to identify her rivals.

Sid Hillier, she thought, probably didn't have

anything in his past that could lead to a nasty surprise,

and Dennis Kelly she knew would make damn sure

everything in his past was well and truly dead and buried,

which it already was almost.

Those coppers on that Royal Commission

thought they were Christian missionaries

reforming darkest Africa.

They were servants of Satan, mate.

They didn't know it.

If I was my own PR manager,

I'd say 25 years in the front line

has taught me how to manage people on all levels.

To police a safe society, I'm on the job 24/7.

Jerry Lloyd's a day to day cop.

Come six o'clock, mate, she'll drop her panties

for anyone she fancies.

How much do you want this, Dennis?

I'd kill for it, Ken.

Figuratively speaking.

Dennis never was sure

how much Kim Hollingsworth had heard about him

from Jim Eagan and Eddie Gould.

But now was not the time to ask.

It was the time for action.

Some of Kim's coworkers were also drug dealers,

and Dennis knew that a word in the right ear

would see the brothel raided,

and if Kim's history became known to them,

they would almost certainly save him the trouble

of shutting her up.

I'm actually a former undercover cop

who worked for the Royal Commission in New South Wales.

Oh shit.

Here's my ID.

If those girls find out what I did, they're gonna think

that's why I'm here and I'm dead.

Do they know where you live?

Yeah.

Please help me.

All right, I'm gonna forget I ever saw you.

Just go home now, pack whatever you can,

just get outta Adelaide, right?

Go now.

Melissa, it's me.

Are you there?

Hi, can you just hold her for a sec?

Just gotta go to the stove.

When did this happen?

A few months ago, I guess.

Her name's Sasha.

Thanks for telling me.

Your timing is great, by the way.

We're heading up north in a couple of days

so you can have the place as long as you like it.

You sure you should have come back?

I have to make things right.

What they did was wrong, Melissa.

It was illegal and corrupt, and I want people to see that.

How?

I'm gonna sue the New South Wales police force

for unfair dismissal.

God, you're a sucker for punishment.

Well, it was.

Come here.

It's good to see you, Kimmy.

Such a crazy bitch.

Did you tell him it was Ibrahim?

Yep, and two of DK's cousins got us these.

Man!

By the end of the week, we are gonna own this city.

Now, I reckon Billy Bayer was bringing in

a hundred grand per night when he was king.

That'll be us, man.

That'll be us.

Do you think this is a good idea?

Taking out Ibrahim?

It's not gonna be as easy as it sounds, I know.

He's mad.

Soon enough, DK.

What if the cops are watching us?

Shh!

What?

You gonna tell Doc he's mad?

Hey, Adam, take this.

Swap you for the 45.

Love that gun.

Wass is gonna take his nine mil and his 357 wraps.

Got the other two.

You still got that 45?

Bring it later on, yeah.

Saturday night we're doing it.

Words all over the street.

DK's boys have more firepower than the Russian army,

and they're coming looking for you and Kiwi Steve.

All right.

What are you guys gonna do about it?

You gotta talk to us.

All right, what can I tell you?

You're the one telling me there's guys out there after me.

You talk to us, we can do something.

You know, half a dozen clubs up here

couldn't afford to give you a look in

while they still had DK to pay.

I'm talking about Charlie's for instance, just to name one,

and that's what this has really been about, isn't it?

The growth of the Ibrahim Empire.

My empire is nightclubs, that's all.

But it's still a plan, isn't it?

What did Hammer always say?

What's the plan, Johnny?

And you'd say take over everything.

Hey, I run popular clubs by making sure they're safe.

That's all I've ever been about, Dooley.

If you talk to us, we can help you, John.

Otherwise, we're powerless until something happens.

So this is the police force

you get after the Royal Commission, eh?

God help us.

Hi, I've got a python at home,

and the book says it'll need like a rat every week or two.

Oh yeah, they like live rats.

Hang on, I've got one out the back.

Excuse me, are you really gonna feed

a live rat to your snake?

Yeah, it's what they eat.

Here you go. One left.

Kim, you do have a case.

You've filled out your application form honestly,

and we can prove that they'd already decided to sack you

even before they read your show cause letter.

So...

Is that-

A rat? Mm-hmm.

I call him Casper.

Just saved his life.

That's probably why he likes me, don't you think?

Right.

Well, look, despite having a case,

you know as well as I do how aggressive senior police are

when they're under attack.

They'll drag your whole past through the court,

anything and everything to paint you

as a clearly inappropriate character for the force.

With that in mind, I have to advise

that you really have very little chance of success.

So are you gonna help me, or do I go somewhere else?

Counsel for the police argued strongly

to have the matter dismissed,

but in the Industrial Relations Commission this morning,

Kim Hollingsworth won her right to sue the police

for unfair dismissal.

A date was set to hear the case next month.

It's true that I used to be a prostitute,

but there are claims going around that I tried to sneak in

without anybody knowing this.

It is completely false and untrue.

You knew it pretty well, didn't you?

Yeah.

I have 20 bucks if she won't even make it to court.

There's so many guys who wanna shut her up,

I'm surprised she last this long.

Many police officers knew that I was a prostitute.

In fact, a lot of them were clients of mine.

I filled in the application form correctly.

Hello?

Die, bitch.

What do you wanna do tonight?

Do you wanna watch a video?

No, I've gotta go out again.

Coming in?

Can't.

Where's Rabs?

His girlfriend called him on the way.

Reckon she's having an abortion.

He's done dust for his girlfriend.

What's he gonna do, hold her hand?

While we're out there fighting

for the biggest prize in Sydney?

Fuck him. Fuck his cut.

From now on, we split everything three ways, not four.

Thanks man.

Beautiful gun. Love it.

We cool?

Who we got outside?

Oh, we got Tony and the Tongans at the front.

Sonny and his boys at the back, and no one's seen them.

Oh good.

It's gonna be a long night.

Everyone cool with that?

They know, man.

They're here 'til we leave, bro.

They're caring too.

Everyone's caring.

Once more round, then we park, and try the tunnel,

and hey, swap your guns.

Nine mils easy to hide if you end up going in.

Shit! It's an RVT!

We're fine. We're fine.

- Shit! - Shut up!

It's cool.

Let's just go the other way.

Are you crazy?

They just saw us! - Go back!

We gotta kill him. - Shit!

Act cool. It's all good.

What's he doing?

Shit!

He's turning, he's turning!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Put your head down, Wass!

I can't see!

We're gonna die! I know it!

We're fucking dead!

We're gonna die!

- Shit! - How we doing?

Veer left!

Where!

Shit! Dead end!

Right!

Stay right where you are!

This is the the New South Wales police!

Stay right where you are!

Sydney's genteel Eastern suburbs

had never heard anything like the White City shootout.

The gunfire sent every pedigreed pooch

within five kilometers into a barking frenzy.

What happened?

What happened?

Is everyone okay?

What happened? - There was a fight!

There was a gunfight with the police.

Is everyone all right?

I dunno! I dunno!

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

They reckon there were three.

Doc, Wassi, and someone got away.

Shit!

Oh shit, shit!

What?

Fuck!

What?

What's wrong?

Oh, fuck!

Unfortunately, forensics are saying

that all the shells found at the scene

came from two nine millimeters, not a 45.

The fingerprints on this are inconclusive.

So what?

It won't give us the third man?

He got it.

- What? Bail? - Yep.

Doc got bail? You're joking.

Pat O' Shane was a magistrate.

According to her, the police had insufficient grounds

to engage in a pursuit and it provoked the entire incident.

But he's had surgery and he'd be on a wheelchair

for at least two to three months

while his legs heal, and he can't leave his home.

Is he saying anything?

Oh, he just keeps saying the cops shot first.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What if he was only after John

because he wants us to think it was John?

One of the guns that shot DK was a 45, right?

So what if it's that 45?

DK was shot by his own boys.

Just like Caesar.

Let's check that gun against the casings

found at DK's murder.

Now if they match, then that's evidence.

We can finally put surveillance on these pricks.

Sid's hunch was right.

It's one of those links

that's obvious in hindsight, of course,

but no one else could see it.

Yeah, which I'm sure he's letting the media know

as we speak.

The New South Wales police could do

with a bit of good publicity, don't you reckon?

Well, you are doing a very good job

of talking up one of your competitors.

No, I just think he's a first class investigator.

That's all I'm saying.

Yeah, well, the problem is

after the Wood Royal Commission,

he's the state's only first class investigator.

Well, who told you that?

Dennis Kelly.

Oh, does it matter?

He's saying he's too good to promote, is he?

He said he's an irreplaceable investigator.

So it's in everyone's best interests

to leave Sid Hillier where he is

and to promote Dennis Kelly.

Well, he was hardly that blunt.

Listen, Dennis Kelly came up

through the old New South Wales CIB.

He was trained under Fred Cray for God's sake.

And so?

So if he's made commissioner,

he'll bring that culture with him

and it'll just seep right back in.

For the last 40 years,

the whole of New South Wales has been for sale.

Do you really wanna go back there?

I mean, what was the point

of the whole Royal Commission in the first place, if...

Look, you have the chance to leave all that behind,

but you've gotta leave him behind.

You're sounding like a jilted lover.

He's the one, isn't he?

A decision hasn't been made yet.

Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Wallace.

If anything about you should emerge, damaging allegations,

compromising evidence, dubious associations.

My past is an open book, Ken.

I have absolutely nothing to hide, and you have my assurance

that no embarrassing revelations will find their way

onto any front page anywhere.

How's Rab's girlfriend?

Yeah. Not too bad.

Rabs is cool.

He's still with us.

Thank you, ma.

Anything else?

No, that looks great.

Looks delicious. Thank you.

You got to build up your strength again.

If you can get your hands on another wheelchair,

that would help.

The cops have bugged this one.

Where?

Mate, they've got microphones

the size of pinheads these days.

Could be anywhere.

You're bullshitting, aren't you?

We can't think they're idiots, mate.

Just look, don't talk anymore, okay?

Notes.

Through notes,

Doc ordered that the street runners

sell as much as they had as fast as they could

so the gang could buy another consignment quickly

and repeat the cycle.

It was revenue raising on a massive scale

all suddenly needed for Doc's legal bills,

but it also gave Strike Force Lancer a golden opportunity

to nail the lot of them,

and deal the King's Cross drug trade a crippling blow.

The first step was to mark a whole pile of $50 bills

with the hope of sending them right through the system.

Okay, so I'm a runner working for Doc,

but if I wanna stand beside the bin outside talking?

Cost you a thousand dollars.

Why? Why?

Who am I paying?

No one's saying.

Right, right, but you reckon there's an outside chance

it might be someone from John's gang.

Could be.

Right, I don't suppose you have any evidence

to support this speculation.

Well, that's why I wanna apply for a warrant.

See, why would you do that?

Because you know it'll just be rejected.

Sid-

You've got no informant, you've got no surveillance,

you've got no evidence, you've got nothing.

If we find our bills in his house,

what else can that mean?

That could mean that the runner stopped off at his bar,

had a drink, and then John took home

some cash from the till.

Listen, Joe, listen.

Just stay focused, mate.

After all, who's the real criminal here?

The psychotic drug dealing murderer,

or the licensed nightclub owner?

I wish I knew.

Yes, well, until you do, let's just get the bloke

who kills people and shoots at cops.

Sound fair?

Who am I supposed to be looking at, John

Mate, how would I know?

That's your problem, isn't it?

It's your job to keep the Cross safe, Detective, not mine!

Mate, I want a good police force.

You know I've had to carry a gun around

for the first time ever

because DK's boys are feeling trigger happy?

Mate, when are you gonna arrest him?

Lock 'em up.

You think I want good, honest cops around

if I was skimming from the drug trade, Dooley?

Now I know what you're thinking.

You think it's quite remarkable that I'm 28 years old,

control eight nightclubs, live in a mansion.

Yeah, well, this is me, Dooley.

I work hard. That's all it is.

Clearly.

So what's your plan then, John?

What it's always been, Dooley.

I'll always be watching you.

Half the media think I'm a lying whore,

most of the cops hate me, I'm getting stalked,

I'm getting crank calls.

What is this gonna be like in court?

Hard.

On a positive note, our QC is very confident.

The police claim the application form asked you

to list four previous places of employment

when there's only space for three.

On that contradiction alone, he likes his chances.

Look, if you don't wanna go on, just let me know.

If you do, you might have a chance of winning,

but you might not have a friend left in the world.

I don't have one now.

Hello?

Look out the window, Kim.

Who is this?

You see that car on the other side of the street?

What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kim?

Do you think

we're gonna let you screw everything up for everybody?

If you don't off back off back to the gutter,

you're gonna be found in a storm drain

as dead as your fucking cat.

What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kim?

Okay, that's enough for the next shipment.

And we're gonna get a bigger cut outta this one or-

There's costs everywhere, Rabs.

That's the problem, all right?

We just gotta get Doc and Wassi outta trouble first.

When's the next pickup?

Friday.

It's coming up from Melbourne.

With an interstate drug deal on their hands,

Strike Force Lancer co-opted federal police officer,

Jerry Lloyd, to legitimize the arrest.

♪ When I fight the fight ♪

♪ And when I come home at night ♪

This is it.

These are the notes straight from Kanan's living room.

Time to close the net.

Yep.

Now can you do the bloke from Victoria?

Yeah.

Joe, you're on Adam Andrews.

♪ Was it too much too soon ♪

♪ Or a little too late ♪

You have the right to remain silent,

and anything you do say may be used in a court against you.

Would you like to talk to a lawyer

before we conduct the formal interview?

I want Dennis Kelly.

Not you.

I'm from the federal police.

You brought those drugs up from Victoria,

so this is a joint operation.

Why did you ask for Superintendent Kelly?

Mr. Andrews, please have a seat.

I'm Sid Hillier.

How's Jody?

She's okay?

No charges there, were there?

- Yeah, she's fine. - Good. That's good.

She's a good girl.

Yeah, of course we've got enough evidence

to put you all away for well over a decade,

so who knows when you'll get to see her next,

or any girl for that matter.

That's a sobering thought, isn't it?

Unless of course you'd rather spend the next 10 years

with Doc, Rabs, and Wassi.

I bet you're all good mates, aren't ya?

You're all Lebanese.

He's not Lebanese, you're not Lebanese.

What am I talking about?

Anyway, look, the choice is yours.

Freedom, or a decade with Doc.

What's it gonna be?

What do you wanna know?

What have you got?

Five dock,

the Chemba,

DK.

Loyalty for my fellow man.

White City.

Jesus Christ!

They're gonna blast.

Get the door!

Get back or we'll fucking open up!

What?

Come in and we will fire!

Michael Kanan, we're here to arrest you.

Please come out with your hands up.

Get stuffed!

They just wanna get me for everything, ma.

Why are you picking on my son?

First just shoot him and now this.

Just leave us alone!

Drop back, get back, pull back.

We're all gonna die!

Wass!

Just you stay calm, mate.

Sure. It'll be fine.

I've gotta go, all right?

Call you soon.

Well, to what do I owe this pleasure?

You've been telling stories about me.

You've been driving friends of mine to suicide.

The Royal Commission had to happen. Dennis.

Well, if you didn't believe that,

you'd have to start feeling guilty

about the devastation it caused, wouldn't you?

Jao Wu.

Chinese national should have been deported

when his jail term finished, but he wasn't, was he?

And note, on his immigration file says

that he was allowed to stay

but only because of direct intervention by you,

and about that point, you seemed to acquire

a racehorse from his uncle for nothing.

Normally, that'd be enough to raise an eyebrow or two,

but it's rather small potatoes now

because the nephew's just been picked up

selling drugs to Michael Kanan.

Imagine all that coming out

just as they're discussing your name for commissioner.

Bitch, do you know what you've done to this state?

Do you have any idea?

This state was a basket case.

Well, it is not now, sweetheart.

What the fuck is it now, for Christ's sake?

Organized crimes laughing its bloody head off,

bikeys are uncontrollable, everyday murders.

Don't get a look in.

Your stupid bloody Royal Commission baby

took away our balls then what?

Because it had to happen?

It fucking did!

Well, speaking of everyday murderers,

would you like to tell me how many people

you've killed, Dennis?

I've got a thousand bloody questions

about the means and the ends,

and not everything we did was right and there was pain,

but I know this is right,

and God knows everyone in this fucking state knows

it did have to happen.

Satisfied?

You never satisfied me, Dennis.

We stay here and die or we seize the initiative.

Are you with me, boys?

Take one cop each.

The rest will panic and they'll run.

Grab a patrol car.

Make a run for it.

What is it?

It's a fucking hand grenade!

The so-called grenade was actually a handset

for a secure telephone line.

Joe Dooley didn't wanna blow the boys to bits.

He simply wanted to talk to them.

Rabiya Mawas, Wassi El Assad, were convicted of DK's murder

and sentenced to 25 years and 24 years in jail respectively.

Michael Kanan was convicted

of the five dock murders, and DK's murder,

and the White City shootout,

and he will never be released from jail.

♪ I'm being dragged down, down by the hand ♪

♪ The hand of a golden diamond ♪

♪ Crashing my knuckles and spit in my skin ♪

- Yep. - Forget her.

Are you sure?

No point now.

♪ These little black sandals ♪

♪ I had 'em the right way ♪

♪ These little black sandals ♪

Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy.

Kim Hollingsworth won her unfair dismissal case

against the New South Wales police in a blaze of publicity.

She was offered handsome compensation

on the proviso that she never discussed the events

related to her dismissal.

She refused and never collected a cent

from the New South Wales police,

and was never allowed back in the force.

After the Royal Commission, the New South Wales police

needed a boss who carried no history with anybody,

so the new commissioner was appointed

from the United Kingdom.

Within months, many senior ranking officers

accepted full retirement packages on full pension

without any further investigation into their conduct.

But few of the names caught in the full glare

of the Royal Commission were able to carry on as before.

Investigators, whistle blowers, and offenders alike

all had their lives changed forever.

Hey.

Detective Dooley.

Did you hear Johnny owns half of Charlie's now?

Yeah?

Yeah, they made me an offer.

Why's that?

They were having some trouble,

needed a calming influence.

Always got your back, man.

Don't you ever forget that, yeah?

The honest young detectives

who survived the purge of the '90s

had to learn how to fight new enemies in organized crime

with less than half the manpower of the past.

Once upon a time, many years ago,

a young man followed his friends to the golden mile

to seek his fortune.

He found it and stayed.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪