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You're Roger Rogerson.

Yes, guilty.

Disgraced former detective.

I don't believe everything I read.

One.

Help, help, help!

Two, three!

Mikel Hurley, one of the richest crims in town.

This was a chance to get him onside.

Switch this for us, will ya, mate?

There you are!

You're beautiful, man!

Hey?

What do I owe ya?

Well, not that.

Not a kiss, I tell you

that for free. - Whatever it is,

I'll double it.

I promise you, right?

I'll get both of you.

I don't need a house, I'm just

talking about a pup. - Yeah, of course

we need a house.

I don't mean to be rude,

but I can't see anybody lending you money.

There's a slot with me.

No offense, mate,

but I've always drawn the line with dealing drugs.

I'm bringing you an opportunity.

What you're bringing me is a shitload of trouble.

Yeah, well, he's not just a biker.

He's smart.

And he's a biker.

Nah, yeah, but that's a good thing.

Hate to say I told you so, Roger.

- Yeah. - But I bloody well did.

Those bikers are animals.

Tar babies, you're better off out of that one.

Well, it leaves me with a big problem.

What's that?

Money.

Is your offer still open?

Well, the biggest snake in this game

is the Michael Hurley organization.

So, remember that name, Michael Hurley.

Standen is a poxy little customs clerk.

No, no, no.

Don't underestimate him.

We finally tracked him down to Avoca Beach,

a house up there, and at a certain point,

I noticed the bathroom window lifting up,

the barrel of a gun coming out.

And that's when he made a fatal mistake.

He stuck his head up.

So, I blew it off.

Now, you can do quite a lot of damage

with a Remington 870 at five feet,

and there wasn't a whole lot left

of Philip Archibald Weston.

In fact, when his old mom had to identify him

in the morgue,

all she had to go off was a set of ingrown toenails.

Les.

Wayne, give him the suitcase.

Nah, I usually deliver to--

I don't want to know, mate.

Just give it to Les.

Look, just do what he says.

Mikel says the bags have been coming in light.

No, not from me, they're not.

From you.

You've been skimming.

No.

First, just enough to feed your habit,

then you start stealing.

- No. - Hey?

Selling on the streets.

You look nervous, are you nervous?

You don't have to be.

You know who I am?

Yeah, yeah, Roger, Roger Rogerson, yeah.

Good to meet you.

Oh, fuck.

Wait!

No, listen.

Stop, wait.

Wait, just, shit!

♪ Some folks are born made to wave the flag ♪

♪ Ooh, they're red, white and blue ♪

♪ And when the band plays Hail to the Chief ♪

♪ Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord ♪

♪ It ain't me, it ain't me ♪

All right!

Stop the bloody car!

You've got two choices tonight, Wayne.

You get clean, you deliver every package unopened,

or you move someplace you think

I'll never find you and pray.

You good with that?

Yes, yes!

Hmm?

Hey.

Hi.

You're here late, what are you doing?

What are you working on?

I'm getting all Hurley's known associates,

looking for any outstanding warrants

we could use as leverage.

Here, this bloke is interesting, Wayne Crofton.

Completely vanished, there's no address.

I mean, there's nothing.

So, he's either dead or they're making

a false identity for him.

I know who you are.

You're Julie Weinthall, aren't you?

Yeah.

Well, that's really good work, Julie.

Thank you.

Wanna put Roger Rogerson in there?

I already have.

Really?

Welcome to the team.

Thank you.

Where is he?

Oh, well, he's on time.

Marco's gonna wait over there.

Roger's gonna stay right here.

I have partners overseas

who can supply unlimited quantities of MDMA

and as much pseudoephedrine as you can use.

What we need is to get it into the country.

I'm told you can do that.

Allegedly.

Of course, allegedly.

See, I've got my people here,

but they're not too many and they're not very good.

We'd like to use yours.

And I get?

Oh, pretty much whatever you want.

We'll give it to you wholesale.

You bring it in, distribute it.

Hogan, is it?

That's right.

No, it's not.

It's James Henry Kinch.

And you are?

You did a little job in Brixton

in the '80s, late '80s, and you walked.

Indemnity.

You're a snitch.

Now, you know, I've got nothing against snitches,

I just don't want to get into bed with them.

I don't know about you.

Perhaps you should fuck off.

Jesus, mate, I might have just cost you a lot of money.

You might have just saved me 20 years in Long Bay.

Well, yeah.

Now, I want this prick shut down, all right?

You'll find out who his dealers are

and feed those names to Standen.

Well, I can do that.

Oh, right, and how's that?

Oh, well, the muscle's name.

He's a bloke called Marco Ensaldi,

so I'll just get the dealers' names from him.

And how are you gonna do that?

Oh, well, I'll just tell him

if he doesn't tell me, I'll kill him.

Hey, Marco.

All right.

Well, that was the easy bit, Marco.

Now, you're gonna give me some names,

or I'll cut your fuckin' throat, right?

Joe Kensell was a New South Wales cop and an old mate,

attached to Standen's Crime Commission.

Mate.

Hey, Rog.

Not that I'd get any thanks for it,

but I fed Kinch's dealers to him, for Standen.

Some of these look familiar.

Yeah, well, they're dealers, aren't they?

Looks like somebody's trying to put

the competition out of business.

Do you care?

Nah, not if they're real.

Bugger him.

Yeah, screw him.

Put your hands on your head!

Hands on the head!

Boss.

Right, you're stuffed, mate.

Put your hands in the air!

That's four years.

And that's, that's 10 years.

It's not mine.

I know they're not yours.

They're Kinch's.

And you're gonna tell me where to find him.

- Step aside. - Step aside, please.

What going on?

Excuse me.

Right, get into it.

So, how about you help us out so I can help you?

There's no need to be gentle here.

I'll tip it off.

I'm Mark Standen

with the New South Wales Crime Commission.

You James Kinch?

No.

My name's Hogan.

No, you're James Kinch

and you use Hogan as an alias.

You got a warrant?

We do.

We're just going to have a look around.

Make sure you look in there, please!

Thank you.

Maybe we should keep this off the books, huh?

Yeah, you know what?

It's a little bit late for that.

But the way this plays out is exactly up to you.

All right, do you want to cuff Mr. Kinch, please?

You're looking at 10 years.

I'll aim for 20 and I'll get it.

But here's the deal.

I can arrange indemnity.

I can create you a new identity

and pay your expenses while you start a new life.

Now, that can be here or overseas.

You continue working for yourself, feeding me information.

Just say yes or no.

Yes.

Good.

What can you give me on Michael Hurley?

Nothing.

I met him the once.

No, I know that's a lie.

He gave us your dealers, that's why you're here.

Yeah, I figured as much.

But like I told you, I just met him the once.

And what about Roger Rogerson?

I just met him the once too, with Hurley.

This is remarkably disappointing then, Mr. Kinch,

because with the information that you're giving me,

you're fucking useless.

A million dollars in cash

and 200 kilos of ecstasy

in a storage unit in Miranda.

That player enough for you?

And supplier's an ongoing source?

Mmm.

Are they domestic?

You wanna give me a clue, Mr. Kinch?

The Netherlands.

Biggest synthetic drug manufacturers in the world.

But that's all you're getting, until we make a deal.

You get indemnity, past and going forward.

These charges are no-billed.

And you get your passport.

You continue doing business and feeding me information.

Yes?

Who are they?

The Breda Group.

Peter Dekker and Ron Huklander.

Very good, Mr. Kinch.

Hmm.

You need another drink.

You know what, I'm driving.

Not tonight, just, just a little bit more.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You know, I knew your dad.

Yeah.

He was one of the best.

Yes, he was.

I can tell you this.

As a policeman, he would have been

really, really proud of you.

Ah, thank you.

Can I ask you something, is that a knock-off?

Are you kidding me?

It's 100 grand U.S.

I'm in the wrong job.

Don't take this the wrong way, Mark, but it's yours.

Don't go there, Mr. Kinch.

All right, Mark, whatever I make, whatever I do,

even though I'm working with you, it's mine, yeah?

Yes.

As long as you continue to feed me

information on the Breda people.

But you understand this.

Now, you drop off the radar and I'll have Interpol

and every police force in the world looking for you.

You won't last a month.

Oh boy.

Did you see this one's back up for sale?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Could we find a way of cashing in our super, or.

Oh, love, we can't cash in our super.

I mean, they took my super.

They canceled it.

Well, what about a loan?

How much do you think we could borrow?

Well, I can't borrow anything, can I?

I mean, I'm bloody Roger Rogerson.

The apartment's fine, darl.

It's not fine.

- It is. - We've got dogs.

We need a yard.

We need a home.

Everybody needs a home.

- Okay, come on, yep. - Blimey, this is bullshit.

- Let's go, come on. - This is fuckin' bullshit.

Beer o'clock for you.

Jesus.

Jesus.

What's that?

Well, what's it look like?

Well, what's it for?

I mean, you've already paid me.

Well, I'm paying you again.

Why?

Well, you're on a retainer, that's a bonus.

Mate, I don't need a bonus.

You've paid me enough, all right?

Well, what's enough?

What's too much?

What's trust worth?

Mate.

Sometimes it's a problem, you know,

where to stash all this bloody stuff.

Why don't you buy the missus a brand-new hat?

Mikel.

- Get her a pair of shoes. - Mate, cut it out, all right?

And why don't you get yourself a nice haircut, hmm?

Go down Double Bay.

Catch a cab, treat yourself, hmm?

Congratulations, Mr. Rogerson.

It's a great buy.

Oh, I cannot believe it's actually happened.

I love it, Roger, I love it!

Hey, will you do something for me?

Anything.

Will you marry me?

Yes!

- Anne. - This is the best

day of my life.

It's actually the best day of my life.

Why are you always kissing me?

I kiss you because I love you,

- Stop kissing me, mate. - and you're solid.

Jesus Christ!

All right?

You know why they call 'em our better halves?

'Cause they're better than us.

'Cause they're our better half.

They're better than us.

They're too good for us.

Yes, I know, mate.

They're too good for you.

She's too good for you, you know that?

Yeah, she is, I know.

She's always gonna be better than you, you know that?

She's better than you.

Yeah, all right, mate, all right.

Jesus Christ, eh?

Hey, everybody shut up!

Speech!

Now.

Ow, piss off!

So, I've just been advised by a bloke

whose opinion I occasionally respect

that the lady I've just married is too good for me.

But, as always, I was miles ahead of him.

I've known that from the moment I laid eyes on her.

My beautiful wife.

- Yeah. - Cheers.

Now, I've had a somewhat checkered past.

No!

But I just wanted to let you all know

that that's all finished.

The wild days are over.

Better not be, Rog!

Hope not.

Every other Thursday.

Cheers!

♪ When a man loves a woman ♪

♪ Spend his very last dime ♪

Hey, I'm clean.

I've been doing meetings, look, I've got 30 days up.

Well, you're a good lad.

- Yeah. - I'm very proud of you.

Thanks, mate.

Fuckin' surveillance!

Two maggots, with a camera!

Blue car over the road.

Come on!

- It's all right, love. - Come on!

Fuckin' joke.

Bloody dogs, scumbag.

You know what, bugger that shit.

♪ When a man loves a woman ♪

Hey you, come on here and I'll smash ya!

- I'll kill ya. - Bloody asshole!

- You're a maggot. - Piss off!

Freaking idiots.

Get outta here, ya maggot!

Where'd ya fuckin' come from ya maggot!

♪ All the good times we've shared together ♪

♪ I thought you'd always be there ♪

Here, zoom in on that!

Get a shot of that, ya prick!

Zoom in on them apples!

Put that in your file!

A photo of the old Johnson.

♪ All the good times we've shared ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ I thought you'd always be there ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Now you've changed, you don't care ♪

Woo!

♪ In his hands, he's got the whole world ♪

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world ♪

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world in his hands ♪

Brothers and sisters.

♪ He's got the brothers and the sisters ♪

♪ In his hands ♪ - Brothers and sisters

♪ He's got the brothers and the sisters ♪

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the brothers and the sisters ♪

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world in his hands ♪

Ah!

Ah!

Ah, mm!

Mick?

Mick! - Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

What a disgrace.

Bring 'em in.

- Which one? - Both of them.

And Hurley first.

Hey, boss.

It's him.

That is him.

You got an address?

No, but we can ink him in.

Right, well done.

We need to find him, all right?

And get me Hurley.

You have metastatic paraganglioma.

It's a form of cancer, it's quite advanced.

So, how bad is it.?

Well, we'll do what we can with radiation and chemotherapy

but given the metastases, the locations, it's inoperable.

I'm afraid it's terminal.

So, how long, how long have I got?

Depends how you respond to the treatment.

It's difficult to say.

How long?

Well, could be as much as two years

or as little as six months.

I really can't say.

Well, as my dear old grandmother used to say,

"It's all fun and games till someone loses an eye."

Roger.

Mikel.

Mikel, you need to get in the back.

Standen wants to have a talk.

Not now, Joe.

All right?

I'm right.

Well, what's he gonna do to me?

Just be good to that girl of yours.

You think this is a joke, Mikel?

You think this is funny?

Grown men bearing their ass in the middle of the street

in the middle of the day.

Disgraceful.

You do think it's funny.

Oh, yes, yes, I do, it is.

Well, you've been harassing me for 20 years, haven't ya?

And what'd I ever do to you?

You're a criminal.

I'm a criminal, am I?

Yes.

I mean, there's plenty of criminals around.

Parliament, public service, council, the police.

I mean, the Church.

God save those little children

from some of them in the Church.

Business.

I mean, who am I?

Alan Bond?

I'm nobody, mate.

I'm a battler.

A battler?

Mmm.

You are the furthest fucking thing from a battler, Mikel.

All right?

You're worth $20 million, that I know of.

And that's enough for 10 lifetimes.

The rest of us have got to scrimp and save

to pay the mortgage, to put our kids through school.

You haven't worked an honest day in your life.

Is that so?

Yes.

I mean, are you jealous, man?

Are you?

You wish you were me, eh?

- Jealous. - Eh?

You sad, poor bastard.

Let me give you a news flash, Hurley.

I am in a position, me, Mark Standen,

is in a position to take your house, to take your cars,

to take your cash, to take your furniture,

in a position to take away your kids' education.

I can put you out on the street.

Well, you can try, can't ya?

You listen very carefully

'cause I'm only gonna offer this once.

You give me Rogerson and Mara, you make a case against them,

and you get to keep half your assets,

and I'll give you indemnity.

And then you get to walk out of here still a rich man.

I walk out of here like you?

Like a bloody midget?

Rogerson and Mara are gonna get the same offer.

Well, why don't you do that?

You'll get the same answer.

Hello, Roger.

You know why I'm here?

No.

Well, you give me Hurley, and I'll get you indemnity.

Indemnity from what?

I'm retired.

Now Roger, when I moved to the drug unit

in the Towers at Redfern, I really looked up to you.

Everyone did.

You won the Peter Mitchell trophy.

It's the highest honor we can give.

And you fuckin' threw it all away.

They took it away.

Yes, they did, for the shit that you did.

What, doing my job?

What are you doing, Roger?

Are you trying to intimidate me?

Don't bother.

You're an old man and you are in no position.

Then why are you feeling intimidated?

The Police Integrity Commission in 1999.

Do you remember that?

Oh, it's a bit of a blur, mate.

Well, you lied under oath, Roger.

Hmm.

Ancient history.

It's perjury.

And it's current, if I say it's current.

And for that, son, you're gonna get two to three years.

Now, I understand you've got this pretty new wife.

Good for you.

Well, do you think she's gonna wait for ya?

Yeah, she'll wait for me.

What about yours?

Would she wait?

See ya, Roger.

What's going on?

Sorry for the drama, Roger, orders.

Yeah, well, this is a bit fuckin' over the top,

isn't it, mate? - Yeah, it is.

You're under arrest for perjury,

before the Police Integrity Commission.

You weak prick.

I'm sorry, but I've gotta put these on.

You gotta be kidding me.

Anne Melocco, you're under arrest for perjury.

What?

You're joking!

Leave her alone, ya filthy scumbags!

This is a stitch-up!

Get your hands off her!

Leave her alone!

Don't say a word!

- Roger! - Do you understand me?

Don't say a word!

I'm wearing everything.

Roger.

You miserable scumbag!

You're fuckin' filth!

Standen, you're dead meat.

Ya hear me?

Dead meat!

You're the lowest of the low.

I didn't know it at the time,

but Standen had his own problems.

Turns out there is a God.

180,

190,

200.

In one month, 220,000.

- Yes. - You understand?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hey.

Hi.

I got something for you.

Oh my god, Mark!

How expensive was this?

Doesn't matter.

Oh my god, it's beautiful.

Put your chin up.

Let me put it on.

Let me see you.

Do you know how beautiful you are?

I'm just checking in on how you're doing.

Yeah, I'm good.

How're you holding up in there?

Oh, yeah, do it on me ear.

Is the treatment working?

Oh, who knows?

It will or it won't.

Anyway, I'm the one who's walking around out here

looking at all these topless girls, so I'm not complaining.

What topless girls?

Yeah, I'm down at the beach.

Blue skies.

Sunshine.

There's three of them.

Hang on, yeah, another one's turned up

and she's stripping off.

I can't, Jesus, for all the saints, Roger.

You should see this piece.

Well, I can't, can I?

I mean, they're incredible.

Are they real?

Huge, those things.

She's gotta be a model, this one.

Blonde, chocolate skin.

I mean, I can't tell if that's.

One things for certain though, she's waxed it.

You right in there, mate, do you need anything?

Yeah, well, a beer'd be good.

Yeah, a beer'd be good.

Yep.

Soon.

Hello.

I've got a present for you.

Really?

Wayne Arthur Crofton, addict, dealer,

and confidante of Michael Hurley.

Got him with the goods.

You are an addict, Wayne, and withdrawal's

gonna be really tough where you're headed.

No, I'm clean.

Really?

You'll go back in jail.

In a month, you'll be flyblown and useless again.

Everyone knows that, you know that.

Okay.

What do you want?

I want Mikel Hurley.

Nah, can't do it.

Okay, you can book him.

There's a stash of cocaine.

Seven kilos, buried.

So what?

I can give you some of the dealers.

I just can't give you Mikel.

The buried cocaine.

What were you gonna do with that?

Break it into half kilo lots and pass it onto the dealers.

Right, well, you can do that.

What, put it back on the street?

We'll get it back.

We'll get most of it back.

Where is it?

Ah, Wahroonga, a park, but I'm gonna need my gear.

Your gear?

Yeah, heat sealers, vacuum packs, scales.

Dig it up, give him what he needs.

Well done.

Mark.

We can't do this.

We've gotta swap the cocaine for lactose or something.

No, no, no, no, all right?

I want them dealing, right?

This thing's gotta be watertight.

Listen, we arrest a dozen of these dealers

caught in the act and I guarantee you,

six of them are gonna roll on Hurley and Mara.

So, just get it done.

No, no, no, no.

Michael Nicholas Hurley,

you're under arrest for the importation

of a prohibited substance and the conspiracy

to distribute that substance and money laundering.

Well, fuck ya.

No, it's fuck you, Mikel.

You see, I've got you, your mate Les Mara,

all your dealers, and Roger Rogerson.

I got the lot of ya.

So you, my friend, are going to die in jail.

What you've done collectively

is nothing short of remarkable.

You have literally taken tons of drugs off the streets.

- Yeah! - And that is

absolutely incredible.

You are the best group of people that I've ever worked with

and that is quite an achievement

because in the course of my career,

I have worked with some very, very capable people.

So, congratulations to everyone and here's to us.

I don't want them to pay for anything, you understand?

So anything they want, you just put it on my card.

All right?

Yes, that'll be $220,000.

You'll get it next week, right?

Now.

Listen, I'm working here at the moment,

so like I said, next week--

Well, if you want, we can discuss it in front of them.

Well, if you like, we can discuss it

at the New South Wales Crime Commission.

Hmm?

Next week.

Next time, I won't come.

He'll come, and he doesn't speak English.

Excuse me.

Mark Standen.

About what?

Yes, look, there's still some on the street

but so fucking what?

It is cocaine, it never killed anyone.

Well, you can tell the Commissioner I said, "So what?"

Right, no one else could have done this but me, right?

Mark Standen.

Mark, are you okay?

Canberra units talking about,

they're talking about an official reprimand.

A reprimand.

Screw them.

Mark!

Hello, Mark.

Where are you?

Dubai.

All right, so we need to talk.

Sure, what's up?

No, no, no, no, in person, all right?

Can you organize a first-class ticket and a suite?

Of course I can, Mark.

Great, see ya soon.

Righto.

Is Roger still in jail?

Yep.

I don't know how you stand it.

Stand what?

Him, Roger in jail again.

Better than serving kebabs in a bloody Lebanese takeaway.

Pardon my French, but this is fucked.

Jesus, I've corrupted you.

Oh, periodic detention in a Women's Correctional Center,

it's enough to corrupt anybody.

How bad is it?

That's not the bad part.

The bad part's at home, during the week, alone.

With the dogs.

How are the doggies?

I mean, don't you just,

don't you sometimes wish we were just ordinary?

Never.

Yeah, neither do I.

I don't want you to change.

What?

But.

Well, I, it's so, I just need to know

that we're in this together, Roger.

I need to know that you miss me as much as I miss you.

'Course I miss you.

'Course I do.

Welcome to Dubai, Mark.

There's a high roller casino upstairs.

It's 50 grand to buy in, that's yours.

It's okay if you lose it, it's only per diem.

Right.

It's a gift from our friends in the Breda group,

and so are the girls.

This is Gemma, and that's Heidi.

Oh, I never can tell.

Well, I'm gonna need to take back

some intelligence to justify the meal.

Mm, of course.

There's some names and some places.

They're dispensable.

What exactly did you tell the Breda people?

That I could search the world over

and not find a better partner.

2IC of the Crime Commission, 20, 30 years' experience.

You probably know this business better than we do.

Well, I guarantee that I do.

Mark, I would love it

if you could set up something regular.

You know, a couple of times a year.

There'd be two, three mil in it for you every time, net.

What we would need to find is an importer.

Someone clean, no record.

Do you know someone like that?

I used to work with a woman who's,

she's married to one.

Someone like that.

He's in food.

Perfect, bingo.

Hmm.

Listen, I'm gonna need some money up front.

I'm in hock with a loan shark.

How much?

Million dollars.

One mil, sure, we can do that.

Fellas, see you next time.

What, have you come over to the dark side, have you, Joe?

Nah, not me, Rog.

But if you even jaywalk,

I'll have you back in there like that.

Any word on Mikel?

Yeah, he's still in hospital.

Yeah, it doesn't look good.

They gonna give him compassionate release?

Nah.

Nah, bloody Standen.

Nah, he's got his own issues.

Gambling word is there's a loan shark

hunting him down for a couple of hundred grand.

Good.

Yeah, I thought you'd like that.

Get us some water, will ya, please?

Yeah, sure, mate.

Here.

Sorry to intrude.

Roger. - Dan Irvine.

Oh, Julie Weinthall, Roger Rogerson.

Ah, you're Robert Weinthall's daughter?

Yeah.

Ah, I knew your dad.

He was a good bloke.

Are you gonna let me out of here?

You gonna let me out of here to die?

No, we're not here for that.

There's no release.

You want me to give up my friends?

Well, the only one that I'll give you is Standen.

He's dirty.

That dealer that you turned, Wayne Crofton,

he put seven kilos of cocaine on the streets.

And you, you only ever got one back.

Yeah.

Well, he sold the rest.

And he split the profits with Standen.

Standen was in trouble with the bookies.

Well, I don't believe that, so.

No, you wouldn't, would ya?

Well, thank you, Mr. Hurley.

Sorry to have troubled you.

See you later.

What was that?

I mean, when were you gonna tell me?

What?

My wife is in jail 'cause of the prick,

doing weekend detention, you know,

for a couple of fibs to the Integrity Commission.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, when were you going to tell me

you had something on Standen?

Look, I was gonna tell you.

When, when were you gonna tell me?

I mean, you're not gonna be round for much longer.

Jesus, have to buy a bloody Ouija board.

Will you do me one more favor, Roger.

Oh, don't you worry, mate, I'm onto it.

Wayne.

The dealer, he's your best bet.

Believe it or not, I used to be pretty good at this stuff.

So, you gonna fuck off?

Nah, I'll stick around for a bit.

Hey?

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling ♪

♪ From glen to glen ♪

♪ And down the mountain side ♪

♪ The summer's gone ♪

♪ And all the flowers are dying ♪

♪ 'Tis you, 'tis you ♪

♪ Must go and I must bide ♪

Where can I find Wayne Crofton?

Standen gave him indemnity and a new life.

I hear he's in South America, arranging something.

I can find out when he's due back.

Why?

Oh, I made a promise, to Mikel.

I'll find out.

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ Oh, Danny boy, I love you so ♪

I know how much he meant to you, darl.

I'm sorry.

You know, this could be a bit of an opportunity for us too.

What for?

Well, these could be the best years of our lives.

We could relax, slow down a bit.

No, Jesus.

What?

No.

There's something I gotta do first.

Go again.

220?

Spot me another 220,000, 440 all up.

High card, double or nothing.

Fuck!

Nice doing business with you!

You can import rice, can't you?

I'm not too sure from where yet, all right?

You'll get a fax.

And it won't just be rice, Billy.

Mark, oh.

I don't know.

You know, I've never, ever done anything like,

I don't even have anywhere to store it.

That's all right.

We'll just tell 'em you need to build another warehouse.

And what's that gonna cost, a million dollars?

I'll ask them for a million dollars.

A million dollars, just like that?

Just like that.

And they'll give it to me.

And then, Billy, six million a year.

That's three each.

And I am the only person in this country

that can get it through with zero risk.

Six million.

Bill?

Hmm?

Heh, heh.

I just got a call from the Dutch Synthetic Drugs Unit.

Bloke named Jan Boersna.

His words.

They're telling us we've got a crooked hat.

Here?

In Canberra?

They don't know.

They think state.

But senior.

- How senior? - Very.

They're saying near the top.

This solid, or they're just guessing?

They're not guessing, a phone intercept.

Sir?

Sir?

- Yep. - Sorry to wake you.

What is it?

The Dutch have intercepted a fax

from a company in Holland, to BJ Fine Foods in Blacktown.

The Dutch company is a front, they export nothing but drugs.

Yep.

BJ Fine Foods is a man named Bill Jalalaty.

He's married to an ex-AFP officer.

Shit.

Yes, Sir, and it turns out,

she used to work with Mark Standen.

Jesus Christ.

I don't believe it.

Mark Standen.

2IC of the Crime Commission, dealing drugs.

Not dealing.

Importing.

Fuck.

Does he shower before or after?

Both.

We'll have an IT person in the corridor.

Get Mark's phone to him.

No.

Detective, you don't have a choice.

I'm not doing it.

I don't believe it.

Julie, if he's clean, a mic in his phone

is the fastest way to establish this.

Hey.

Are we all right?

Yeah.

No, not me and you.

Together.

Are we okay?

Yes.

Wanna marry me?

No, I'm sorry, don't say anything.

Sorry, just tell me you'll think about it.

I will think about it.

We can do whatever you want.

We can go wherever you want.

I'll toss in my job.

You wanna go to France?

How can we go to France?

Easy.

Just, I've got money.

I had a windfall.

We just go, me and you.

No one else.

Promise me that you'll just think about that.

I promise you I'll think about it.

Who's first shower?

I've gotta make some calls.

I'll go.

Love you.

I love you too.

Hello, Wayne.

How are you?

All right?

Yep.

Got anything you want to tell me about Standen?

No.

- No? - No.

Come on, mate, we've been here before.

Do you wanna just jump in the boot,

or do you wanna tell me about Standen?

You wanna jump in the boot?

- No. - Do you wanna

jump in the boot? - Yeah, all right, all right.

He's in business with some bloke named Jalalaty.

I don't know him.

Neither do I.

Someone fronted him a million bucks

and apparently this Jalalaty guy lost it all.

How do you lose a million bucks?

He thought he was investing it,

making something on the side.

Now, it just disappeared into a company in the Bahamas.

One born every minute.

They've got Frank Wheeler trying to get it back.

Frank Wheeler?

Why would anybody front them a million bucks?

Why do you think?

Bill.

Yes?

You're--

Yes.

Frank Wheeler sent me about the missing money.

Good.

They're not just gonna hand it back, you know.

We've got a bit of persuasion to do.

I know, but I'm, I'm not gonna--

No, I know, that's my job.

How'd you get a hold of a million bucks

in the first place?

A mate organized it.

It was an investment.

Jesus.

And where did Standen find a million bucks?

Fuck.

I don't know.

He, that's our business.

Fuck, he's gonna frighten them off.

- Shh, listen, Joe. - I thought your business

was fine food.

You need to back off, mate.

Jesus, mate.

For once in my life, I'm not doing anything illegal.

Yeah, just stupid.

You're getting in the middle of something.

It's personal, Joe.

No, it's not.

You got no idea.

You're making people nervous.

Oh, right.

So, Jalalaty called Standen after I left, did he?

You're into their phones, mate?

Listen, mate, I don't want to be

the one that's threatening you, okay?

Then don't be.

It's personal, Joe.

- Now, this favorite is-- - Yes, yes, yes,

yes, good boy, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go!

Go, whip it!

Whip the bloody thing, whip it!

It all goes very wide, but--

No!

Shit!

Evens in now, four, rank four.

And it's late, number seven, Martha's Marvel will pay.

Second place, number three, Sunshine.

What are you doing here?

Haven't you had enough?

Do you want to go back inside?

'Cause I'll find something.

You know I'll find something, for you and your wife.

And I'll make sure she isn't doing weekend detention, Roger.

I'll put her inside,

and I'll slam the fuckin' door on her myself.

Sorry to hear about Mikel.

I did hear he died crying for his mother though.

Tough man.

Did you seriously think

that Jalalaty could drop a million dollars

and hire Frank Wheeler to chase it

without word getting out,

without somebody asking who'd be spotting you

a million dollars and why?

Somebody tracing it.

I don't know what you're talking about, Roger.

Yeah, you do.

Yeah, sure you do.

Mate, it's pretty easy to find a million bucks

when you know you're looking for it.

We're gonna have to move the arrests up.

The Dutch want to bring in the Breda group.

Once they do, he'll know we're onto him

and start covering his tracks.

And can he?

If anybody can.

Who the fuck do you think you are, hmm?

Do you think you can come down and threaten me?

Let me explain something to you, you silly old prick, right?

You are on the outside.

Me, Mark Standen, I'm on the inside.

Okay?

Now, you're a fucking nobody.

Come on.

Come on, quick.

It's got my prints all over it.

It's easy.

Come on, I pulled it out.

There was a brief scuffle, it went off.

You killed me.

They'll give you a commendation, mate.

They'll throw you a garden party.

Or I will fucking kill you.

And then I'll dig you up and I'll kill you again.

You see, behind the badge, and the watch

and your fuckin' trophy girlfriends, there's nobody home.

You're shit.

And you always were.

Best wishes from Mikel.

Hands on the dash!

Don't move!

Don't move, don't move!

On the window!

Hands on the window!

Hands on the window!

Get out of the truck!

Get out of the truck now!

All right, right, right.

All right, but I haven't done anything, jeez!

I haven't done anything.

I've never been arrested for anything ever.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that, Bill, but you have now.

Look, I've got a friend.

You might know him.

Yeah, who's that?

Mark Standen.

Take him away.

Mark.

Joe.

Oh, you know Jock Maitland from the AFP?

Yes, I know Jock Maitland from the AFP.

Want to tell me what's going on?

Mark, I want you to listen to me carefully.

We're arresting you for conspiring to import

a commercial quantity of border-controlled precursors.

Do you understand that?

This a gee-up?

No.

You're kidding me.

- No, I'm not. - No.

You're now under arrest.

Why?

Hang on, hey, hey.

Do you know who I am?

Hey, hang on a second, this is fucking ridiculous.

Mark, it's over.

We've got your phone calls, your texts, your emails.

Well, that's bullshit

because the phone's never out of my possession.

Hey, give them a minute.

This is bullshit, you know it's bullshit.

Hey, listen, look at me.

Julie, look at me.

I need you to know.

I meant every word.

I don't know what to believe.

Every decent cop that I've known

has had to bend the rules, even your father.

So, if that's it, we're all corrupt,

if that's what you want to call it.

No, not all.

I'm not either.

I'm the best they've ever fuckin' had.

Ever.

And all I ever wanted for you was the best.

I didn't want your fancy hotels.

I love you.

To import 300 kilograms of pseudoephedrine

in a shipment of rice from Pakistan.

The court was told Standen was motivated

by his gambling and other debts.

And that's all for this edition of the Afternoon News.

Rest easy, mate.

Please stand by for the.

You used to be Roger Rogerson, didn't ya?

He still is.

Where's your backup?

I'm alone.

What are you drinking?

Nothing.

I came to ask about my father.

Well, he was a good cop.

Was he corrupt?

Corrupt?

You tell me, what does that mean?

Well, you have to say that so you can sleep at night.

Oh, I sleep like a baby.

Look.

All right.

I was with your dad one time

and this little jerk had bailed up his wife.

She's eight months pregnant.

He's got a knife against her belly, all right?

This is down in Rose Street in Chippendale.

And your dad, he's talking to the guy,

walks straight up towards him,

onto the porch, through the front door,

talking the whole time.

Moves the woman aside, takes hold of the knife,

gets it out of the equation.

Saves the woman, saves the baby and saves the bloke.

See, I would have shot him.

That was your dad.

That was your dad, all right?

But

the way he died, the whole hero funeral,

the car chase, him after the bad guys,

you know, the radio calls,

hitting the bridge abutment at 150.

There were no bad guys.

The radio calls were fake.

He drove into the bridge head-on.

Why?

For your mother, for you.

He was in on the laugh.

He was corrupt, if that's what you want to call it.

But he was a bloody good cop.

And he was a good man.

And he did it for you.

The word is that you were sleeping with Standen.

So, don't be looking down on your father.

Age finally caught up with me.

You all good, mate?

Let me give you a hand.

And a mate's roof falling on me didn't help.

Oh, well.

There ya go, mate.

Yeah, arigato.

I'm Chinese, not Japanese.

Hey?

Don't you know, you all look the fuckin' same.

Oh, I'm late for work.

You have a good day, darl.

Mm, you too, love.

Every man's got his use-by date, except me.

There's five million people in this city

and four million, 900 and something thousand,

you wouldn't piss on 'em if they were on fire.

There's book learning and there's street learning.

Street learning's gold.

'Course, I've been a police officer,

I've worked with Lenny McPherson,

Abe Saffron, George Freeman.

You know, I've been in and around security,

debt collection, enforcement, negotiations, all my life.

Yeah.

I think we're pretty well fixed in that department.

Well, you're not, you know?

I mean, it's a, look, you don't know the half

of what goes in this city, all right?

I can take care of all the stuff that you don't know about,

or don't wanna know about.

I'm not I'm not asking for a job.

I'm saying consultant.

I already have a staff of 20 trained professionals, so.

Professional fuckin' what?

Get your hands off me!

Oi, dead shits!

Look at this bullshit.

I got some work I could put your way.

Doing what?

Well, I don't know if you'll want to,

if you'll be interested.

Well, try me.

I've been negotiating with this uni student,

Asian, bit of an idiot.

He says he's connected with the Triad in Macau.

So?

Well, he says he's got access

to 2 1/2 kilos of ice, 300 grand.

Street value, couple million.

Well, mate, I don't have 300 grand.

Neither do I.

I'd need backup.

A sad, lonely, undignified end

for a young Sydney student.

Fishermen found the body believed to be that

of Jamie Gao floating a kilometer off Cronulla,

wrapped in a blue plastic tarpaulin and bound in ropes.

Security cameras captured Jamie Gao last Tuesday

with a large bag in Padstow

getting into a car and followed by another vehicle.

One of the men with him, police believe,

is former Kings Cross detective Glen McNamara.

They allegedly recovered close to three kilograms

of the drug ice in a car investigators say

belongs to McNamara.

Detectives arrested him at Brighton-le-Sands.

The third man, police believe,

could be disgraced former detective Roger Rogerson.

He is believed to be at a speaking engagement

on the Gold Coast or in Brisbane.

I killed three men while I was in the police,

which is a standing record

for a New South Wales police officer.

My personal best was probably Lanfranchi,

given the degree of difficulty.

But who knows?

There might have been a couple more

that don't count for being wind-assisted.

Wind-assisted, huh?

And, you know, I still spent years in fuckin' jail.

You know, I'm gonna get back at 'em.

I'm gonna live until I'm 90.

Make up for lost time.

Oh, bugger!

Bugger.

Back from the bloody dry cleaners.

Jesus.

Must've killed a Chinaman.

Killed a Chinaman.

Yeah, oh well.

There's billions more where they come from.

When do the jokes start, mate?

Hey?

What's your problem?

Mate, you're fucking sick.

Oh, I'm sick?

Yes, mate.

I'm the sick one?

Who's fuckin' paying for this shit?

- Piss off! - Right?

Who's paying hard-earned cash

to come and listen to this shit?

I'll tell you what's sick.

You bastards, and then fuckin'--

You stink!

Lining up afterwards for an autograph

and to shake this hand that's got blood on it, eh?

And go home to your slippers and your fuckin' Zimmer frames.

Fuck you.

You go all in, and win or lose, what does it matter?

In 1,000 years from now, 10,000,

what would any of it matter?

Better than pissing a bed in a nursing home.

I'm coming home, love.

Have you seen the television?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell 'em I'll come in

and make a statement at midday.

You know, if I drive all night, we'll have the morning.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

She'll be apples.

See ya, love.

She's too good for you.

She's too good for you, you know that?

Yes, I know she is, I know.

She's always gonna be better than you.

You know that, she's better than you.

All right, mate, all right, Jesus Christ, eh?

Everybody shut up!

Terry Bull, it was Terry Bull.

Bull, what's he got against you?

Well, I shot him in the head once, it could be that.

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world ♪

♪ In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world in his hands. ♪

Roger!

Welcome back, Roger!

How's it going, how was Queensland, Roger?

Roger.

Welcome back, Roger.

What were you doing in Queensland?

How are you, Roger?

Did you kill Jamie Gao?

Were you working with McNamara?

- Roger! - Were you working

with McNamara?

Roger!

You're trespassing on private property here.

Come here, boys.

Hey.

Good boys!

Yeah, who's a good boy?

God, Rog, you look terrible.

Yeah, well, I've been driving all night, love.

Oh god, you silly bugger.

I told 'em I'd, you know, I'd come in with the lawyer

at midday and they set up a fucking perp walk.

I thought we'd have the morning.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on, love.

It's all right, it's all right.

Come on.

Roger, open the door!

It's the police!

Police, open the door!

Ah, you assholes!

Open the door, Roger.

Fuckin' midgets.

Roger, it's the police.

Open the door.

Roger.

Sorry, love.

Roger, open up.

Ah, fuckin' midgets.

Hey, Roger.

Here, Roger.

What's going on, mate?

Roger.

- Implicated in this murder? - Did you kill

Jamie Gao, Roger?

Any comment, Roger, you actually being charged?

How many charges are there, Roger?

How many charges against you?

Are you and McNamara implicated?

Who was it?

Are you in cahoots with McNamara?

Roger, Roger!

Care to comment, mate?

You've heard of the Gestapo, haven't you?

Hey?

I've got a bad hip and a buggered knee!

Get out!

Fuckin' get out!

Get out of the car!

There are little men out there leading little lives,

who can't face the fact that they're nothing

but tubes that eat and shit.

And when they're gone,

they won't be missed or remembered for a month.

Ink-stained assholes dribbling out tabloid bullshit

trying to make themselves important

by heaping shit on Roger Rogerson.

Well, I'm Roger Rogerson.

Philip Weston, Butchy Burns, Warren Lanfranchi,

I got rid of them for you.

They gave me commendations and medals for it,

and now the media midgets are calling me a serial killer.

Let 'em.

There's the facts and then there's the truth.

The facts, who knows?

Even I don't know anymore.

But I know one truth.

I may have fallen short in other ways in my life,

but I've never fallen short in fellowship or brotherhood.

I'll tell you one thing.

The streets were a lot safer

when I was a copper than they are now.

You know, in my day, you get some shithead

giving you lip on the street,

and you stick 'em in the back of the Black Maria,

get him down to the station,

give him a little tour of the Yellow Pages,

and he won't be back in a hurry, and I tell you why.

'Cause he knows which way's up.

Right, nowadays nobody knows which way's up.

You know, back in the day, somebody wants a little punt,

or a sly drink, they know where to go.

The police controlled everything.

Now, if that's organized crime, it's a damn sigh safer

than the disorganized crime we've got today.

We keep the idiots off the streets.

I didn't change and I didn't lead a little life.

You did.