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Sniff around, find people...
cop or crim...

that we can put between
a rock and a hard place

and get them to point our bells
and whistles at the corrupt officers.

This kind of surveillance work
can be dangerous.

I'll do it.

So, where are the cameras exactly?
Oh, all around.

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

I run a knock shop,

I want my merchandise
to be top-quality, like her.

You kick in to this project,
the sky's the bloody limit.

What's he gonna do
if I don't deliver?

It hurts my rep, mate.

Only rep you got
is hanging behind me.

This doesn't have to be ugly.

Hey, you walk out on me,
you don't come back, Wendy.

We know it was Russell Townsend
who hit Talal Assaad,

but if we can't find him, John,
then you're it.

We don't dog.
What, even if it means jail time?

Why a little boy like you
want a gun?

Tough guy pushed me around.
I'm gonna shoot him.

Danny Karam,
I am arresting you for assault.

Arrgh!

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 offence.

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

Chief Superintendent Kelly?

The Commissioner resigned.

He's packing his golf trophies
as we speak.

After five years
at the top job,

the Police Commissioner
had had enough.

The royal commission
was just the icing on the cake.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch,

Louis Bayeh had decided to cooperate
with the authorities,

and no-one cooperated
quite like Louis.

You were paying members
of the Consorting Squad, correct?

Correct.

The Armed Hold Up Squad.
Correct.

The Vice Squad.
Correct.

And some people from Darlinghurst
and Kings Cross police stations.

Correct. Correct.

All of them?

Is that true?

Every time I come here,
I tell the truth.

OK, let's be specific.

From the Consorting Squad,
Ted McNulty?

100% correct.

Herman Otto.
Yes, that's correct too.

Nicholas Aken?
Plenty money, that one.

Rolf Lily?
Check.

Bobby Romia?
Mmm, very bad man. Shocking. Greedy.

Er... Daniel Lee?
Yes.

Patrick Reardon?

So, your boss
has jumped, eh?

What does this mean
for Dennis Kelly?

Early retirement too?

I'm happy right where I am.

You want his office?

You made any plans for lunch?
Piss off, hairy legs.

Mr Bayeh, these are people you've
actually handed money to yourself?

Yes.

All of them?

100%. Every time I come here,
I tell the truth.

Moving on.

Benito Mussolini?

I buy his wife
non-stick cookware, $300.

These bastards, Woods,
they don't bother me.

For me, it's business as per usual.

Yes, but, Billy,
they have their eye on you.

They're watching every step
you take.

That's why I talk to you.

You wanna come do some work
for me, boy?

What, smack or coke?
Coke.

No more future in smack.
Hey, make profit for me.

You think about it.

I'll do you a good deal.

He likes it. It appeals to him.
It's like a military mission.

What's to stop him feeding you
garbage, like a double agent?

His ego... he wants to impress
his new girlfriend.

We have both carrot and stick.

He's facing deportation
as an undesirable immigrant.

Now, if we're going to
do this properly,

you need to wear a listening device,
which is dangerous,

especially if you're caught.

Dangerous for the other guy.

He catch the tiger by the tail.

Hmm?

I'm not giving you a licence to kill,
mate. You're not James Bond.

Thank you for helping me.

I help you, I help myself.

Maybe you put Bill Bayeh in jail.

Oh, and knock out your competition?

For a second there, I thought
you were just being a good citizen.

So, what do I get for helping you?

My gratitude.

And my trust.

# Sunny days
# Sunny days

# Starry nights
# Starry nights

# Look at that sky
# Look at that sky

# Those wonderful lights
# Those wonderful lights

# Starry nights
# Starry nights

# Sunny days
# Sunny days... #

I sell coke for you
but I keep smack for me.

# A million ways

# They make me love, love, love you

# A million ways. #

How long have you
had the Tunnel?

Close to six years now.

And do you deal drugs out of there?

I don't deal drugs full stop.

I'd like to play you an audio clip.

The voices are those of Bill Bayeh
and Detective Sergeant Haken.

I want you to get
Johnny Ibrahim off the street.

That's gonna cost you, Billy.

How much we talking?
$20,000.

Big bickies. What's his problem?

He wants to own everything,
be the big man.

I show him he's a little shit.

Only big thing, his ego.

Bill Bayeh seems to think
you're a threat to him. Why?

I don't know what Billy Bayeh thinks.

I can only say I don't deal drugs.

Do you know a police officer
called Wendy Jones?

She was briefly stationed
in Kings Cross in 1994.

Yes, I know her.

Would you describe your relationship
as intimate?

We had a friendship
for approximately two months.

Were you physically intimate?

I'll put it to you again.

Did you have a sexual relationship
with Constable Jones?

Sir, with all due respect,
I can't betray a friendship.

Well, you must answer,

otherwise I'll deal with you
for contempt of court.

Sorry, I refuse to answer.

Belt and tie.

What, you think I'd neck myself?

You could get 18 months
for contempt.

How would you like
to spend Christmas here?

Mate, I don't celebrate Christmas.

I'm Muslim.

John Ibrahim was getting
used to the idea of prison.

He was already staring at 15 years

for accessory to the murder
of drug dealer Talal Assaad.

But in the four hours Justice Wood
gave him to cool his heels,

all he could think about
was Wendy Jones,

the girl who'd dumped him.

Mate, it doesn't work like that!

You can pull out of the scheme
if you want

but your money is already invested.

Look, Parrot, I NEED my money, OK?

It's my retirement.
I know.

I know.
You know.

But like I promised you,
if you hang in there,

in a month, you'll double it,
maybe even triple it!

What we need to do now
is bring in some more investors,

chief inspector, maybe even bigger,
to give us some clout.

This is the rooster
I'd like to pluck.

Was that 'pluck', ma'am?
Bruce.

Ambitious as hell,
bent as a dog's hind leg

and he's a first-class networker.

Sooner or later,
all roads lead to Dennis Kelly.

Put surveillance on him?
No, he's too smart.

Put surveillance on Egan
and let him lead us to Kelly?

Let's call in the artillery.

You've got 24 hours to rip
that surveillance crap

out of my apartment
or I'm going to the media.

What the NSW Police did to you
stinks, yes,

but that's not us,
we're a separate organisation.

Don't give me that shit, Ralph.
You all smell the same to me.

Well, what if we could
get you reinstated,

back into the NSW coppers?

You can do that?
We can try.

Look, just talk to Gerry,
listen to what she has to say.

- Dennis Kelly.
- Chief Superintendent?

So you want me to do a Mata Hari,
find out his darkest secrets?

Anything you can find out will help.

Up to and including what?

Fucking him?

You have no idea, do you?

The power you have over men.

How could he resist?

First, it was dangerous,
now you're just pimping me.

Terry Lamb's in no danger.

And you're no Cliffy Lyons, pal.

Gentlemen, I bring tributes.

Hey. How are ya?
Good, mate.

Good to see you.

Denny.

Mmm, so...

Thought this was a party.
Yeah, small party.

Intimate party, Denny.

Have you met my good friend Kimmy?

And, er, when we say 'friend',
we mean real friendly.

Where's Mrs Egan, James?

Ah, well, Fran's sister
is having a natural childbirth,

so it's all hands on the pumps.

Mate, what's going on, eh?
What's all this in aid of?

Oh, have a steak, pull up a chair.
We've got a proposition for you.

Dennis, how would you like to
buy into a guaranteed, blue-chip,

money-making opportunity
of a lifetime?

Kimmy.

Give the man a demo.

So, what will it be, sugar, hmm?

Hand relief?

Full French, bit of S&M?

I bet you'd like to see me
in my school uniform, hmm?

Bloody morons!
Hey, Den! Den!

You turn gay, Den?
Hold your horses.

Mate.
Waste of a good beer.

Oh, fuck, hold your horses, mate.

What are you, mate, an ostrich?
You got your head in the sand.

Don't you know there's
a Spanish Inquisition going on?
Just simmer down.

Does the name Chook Fowler
mean anything to you?

They are looking at us, all of us!

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

So what are you and your dickwit mate
doing? You're setting up a brothel!

No, no, a chain,
a chain of parlours.

Didn't you hear what I just said?
Yeah, I did.

Look, the massage industry
at the moment

is as flat as a tack, alright?

This time next year,
Justice Wood will be history

and you and me will be in a position
better than anybody else.

You and me, mate,
we're fucking history.

Hey, Den, don't you wipe me, mate.

I know, you... I know your form!

Fuck!

Fuck.

It's just a matter of time
before they're both summonsed.

Eddie and Jim, they got much
to worry about, Grunter?

Mate, they're shitting bricks.

I worked with them for years,
you know that.

Most of the time,
they're good coppers.

The other times?

Look, I... Iook the other way
at times and put my hand out.

Fuck, I was one
of Chook's boys, yeah.

Well, the point is,
are you still one of them?

Mate, that's in the past.

I just want a chance to be
a good, decent copper.

Shit!

Scully!
Whoo-whoo!

Gentlemen. Grunter.

Dools.
Hey.

Detective Andrew. Hey,
congratulations. You deserve it.

You'll be a good detective.
Nice tie.

Hey, I needed to get myself
an honest job.

Hey, listen, I'm glad
I ran into you fellas.

That suicide down on William Street,
his sister, she works here.

She swears that was an OD.

How many's that?

By my count, that's 10
in the last month.

The gear on the street
must be strong.

Have you taken legal advice?

Sir, I mean no disrespect to you

but I will not be answering

any further questions
regarding Constable Jones.

Are you prepared to go to jail?

Yes, I am.

Well, you may step down.

We don't wish to keep you
from your business.

Charlie! Man, Charlie,
get up! Charlie, wake up!

Do something, fuck ya!

Man, wake up!
Wake the fuck up, man.

Unusually pure heroin, and
they accuse us of supplying it.

Are they right? Is this us?
We don't deal drugs, John.

Semantics. Are we responsible?
We do not deal heroin.

But, yes, we have a relationship with
a drug dealer who operates in...

Shaka?
He's my informant.

He's wearing a wire.
An intimate relationship?

We did not place him there,
we did not pressure him...

Oh, does that make it alright?

We're simply monitoring him
while he conducts his usual...

Junkies are dropping dead
while you're playing Spy vs Spy.

It stops now!

That junkie had a death wish.

No, the stuff you're selling
is bloody killing them.

Who says I sell?
You source your gear in Cabramatta?

I cannot get it anywhere else.
The ambos say it comes from there.

How do you know it's mine?
How do I know it's not?

Hey!

Those people, they kill themselves.
It's not me.

My...

Your brain? Your conscience?
Yes. It's clean. You too.

You try to do the best you can do...
No more.

Goodbye, Shaka... goodbye, Billy.

OK.

No more strong stuff.

I don't care if you flog
100% baking soda.

Yeah. OK.

Chief Inspector Gerry Lloyd.

I believe Detective Sergeant Jim Egan
of the Kings Cross detectives...

...to be a corrupt officer.

You have evidence?

I'm willing to appear before
the royal commission and testify.

And what if he makes counterclaims
against you?

He can prove nothing against me.

G'day, matey. Give us one bacon
sanger, thanks, and a pot of tea.

Now, you see, if I was still
with the Consorting Squad,

you two would be in a lot of strife.

How you doing, Bill?
You shouldn't be here.

Justice Wood, he got
eyes on his head.

Yeah?

Billy, I can walk into any cafe
that I choose to walk into, alright?

Detective Sergeant Jim Egan?
Yeah.

You've been served.

You've reached
the office of Dennis Kelly.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Den, it's Jim.

Mate, sorry I gave it
the spray the other day.

It's... it's just that
something's come up.

Let's just say I got a little present
that, er... that I didn't want,

if you catch my drift, mate.

Um...

Can you give me a call, please?

You've reached
the office of Dennis Kelly.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Hi, Dennis.

It's Kim Hollingsworth here.
Remember me?

I hope you don't mind me calling.

It's just that I wanted
to get some advice off you.

I just got a speeding fine.

So, if you could call me back
on 743-6280, that would be great.

Thanks. 'Bye.

Why is he going to want to help out
some hooker he doesn't even know?

Just wait and see.

The first step to recruiting a guy
is to ask for his help.

It doesn't matter if it's trivial.

The important thing
is to make him feel generous.

Appreciated.

OK.

Cooee!

Where are you, Mrs Egan?
I'm in the kitchen.

OK. Here you are, darling.
What are you doing home so early?

Ah, surprise. Mwah.

Close your eyes.
Why?

Tell me why.
Go on, just close your eyes.

Put your hands out,
right in front of you. There we go.

Ohhh! Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

It's a West Highland terrier.

It's 12 weeks old.
And they call it a westie.

But you said we couldn't have a dog
because you're allergic to dog hair.

Oh, well, changed me mind.
Ohhh.

But why now? What's changed?

Oh, you know, it's, um...

...just my way of saying I love you.

Beautiful.

Oh.

Hello.

Ah.
Dennis, hi.

G'day, Franny.

Hello? Who's this little fellow?

Ah, little girl, actually.

A new addition. Her name's Lexie.

Hello, Lexie.
Hmm.

Is the, er, boss around?
Yeah.

He's down in the shed
building a kennel.

Hmm.
Is everything OK?

Yeah, we just had a bit of a blue,
just need to square things with him.

Jimbo.

Mate.

Jim Egan's dead.

Hey?

He hanged himself in his garage.

He was due to go before the
commission next week, wasn't he?

Yeah.

Things changing, Bill.

Scully gone.

Trevor gone. Chook gone. Egan dead.

Fuck him.

I don't believe this Woods.

What's he gonna do?
He can't do nothing.

Only got a licence
to chase the cops.

I'm get out.

Got plan.
What's your plans?

Been talking to mate up Gold Coast.

Said they got tourists coming out
their arse, plenty cash to spend.

You don't know
the Gold Coast, Louis.

You know Golden Mile, Parramatta.

Nips love white women.
Plenty hooker there already.

I get some muscle, make it tough
for boys running up there,

I take over whole fucking show.

You're gonna die
begging on the beach, Louis.

Yellow man, white pussy, big bucks.
Come on.

I'm staying right here.

Retire rich man.

Louis.

Bill.

I present my compliments.

Compliments?

You stoned?
Are you out on parole again?

And this time,
I turn over a new leaf.

No more Mr Nasty Guy.

Everything is gonna come out...

...roses.

I put together a crew.

Anybody you know,
point them in my direction.

We're all going to be making
a lot of money together.

Things changing, Bill.

Who crazy enough
to hook up with this lunatic?

DK!

Wait up.

You remember me?

Michael Kanaan. They call me Doc.

Never see you before.

Man, I gave you a grand to get me
a gun but you got arrested,

couldn't deliver, I guess,
so you owe me a grand.

Or a gun.

What you gonna do about it?

Ask politely.

Then I might have to
use maximum force.

Huh?

Smith & Wesson single six snub-nose

is the most dependable and accurate
revolver in its class.

The snubbie can stop a grown man
dead in his tracks. Pow.

Hey, mate!
Oi, you just hit my girlfriend!

You wanna go? Hey?!
What the hell?

You wanna go?
What are you doing?

You wanna have a shot?!

Get here! Come on!
Come on, bro!

What do you think you're doing?

Yeah? It's not a boxing ring, OK?

Now, get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, Chief Inspector Lloyd here.

Switch off the
Kim Hollingsworth feed.

No, pull the plug.

Yeah, now.

Who is it?
Um, it's me, Eddie.

What do you want?
I just need to talk to you, Kim.

Can you let me in? Please.

Did you hear what happened?

To Jim? Yeah.

I feel really bad for his wife.

He was a good friend of mine, Jim.

Been drinking?
Staunch.

Topped himself instead
of dogging his mates.

I'd offer you a coffee but
I don't think I've got any left.

What I wanna know is...
how did they get on to him.

Prime target, working the Cross
and all, I guess.

Someone must have dogged.

Was it you?
What?

You need your fucking head read.

Oh!

Shhh.

How did you know about Jim, Kim?

What have you told them about me?

What have you told them?!

Hello?
Kim.

Me, Gerry. Can you talk?

Gerry Lloyd? Yeah, OK.
Yeah, I can talk.

I'm just here with Eddie Gould.
He's just come to pay me a visit.

Listen, you've been on my mind
all day, and I just...

I don't want you to go on with this
working for us, it's too dangerous.

We're wrong to... I was wrong.

Do you understand? I'm sacking you.

I'm shutting down
the operation.

Something like that.

Well, I tell everyone
you're my woman.

You what?

Tell everyone you're good at sex.

Show me your legs.

I've treated you badly.

I'm sorry.

Hmm.

I knew it... you're a good kisser.

Tell me your name.

The one your mother gave you.

Hassan. It means 'beautiful'.

This tape... it shows
where Bill keeps his coke.

Now the investigators
had the address

of the Woolloomooloo apartment

that was the nerve centre
of Bill Bayeh's cocaine operation.

The moment she got back
to the office,

Gerry made arrangements for Shaka's
immediate deportation to Lebanon.

I don't know nothing
about no cocaine.

I resent this imputation, boy.

Do you know a man
who goes by the name Boutros?

I don't know that fellow.

Sometime before the night of 20 June,
the royal commission installed

listening devices and cameras
in Boutros's flat.

This was recorded on the 20th.

That is you, Mr Bayeh, is it not?

Remember you're under oath.

Could be any fellow.

It could be you.

Hello.

We executed a search warrant
on the flat shortly after you left

and seized all the paraphernalia
you've just seen.

The coffee grinder still contained
cocaine residue.

And that was how
they finally got Billy Bayeh,

the Cross's biggest drug dealer.

He got 15 years jail for trafficking,

and the takings of the Kings Cross
TAB fell by around 10 grand a day.

The end of an era.
- Cheers.

Detective Sergeant Eddie Gould.

Haven't seen him.

Don't try and cover his tracks,
for Christ sake.

I've got a warrant for his arrest.
We have not seen him.

Which is his desk?!

He knew you were coming for him.

They never did catch up
with Eddie Gould.

The man they called Parrot
vanished into thin air.

I don't know anyone in Adelaide!
Why do I have to bloody go anywhere?

Well, what if Eddie Gould
comes after you? You're in danger.

Can I at least speak to Gerry first?
No. Come on, plane's waiting.

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

Forget it, Kim. You're
persona non grata, get used to it.

Well, what... what am I gonna do
for an apartment?

I haven't got any bond money.
I'll lend you your bond money.

And a job?
What am I gonna do for a job?

Well, um, I know someone.
I'll give her a call.

Who? What does she do?
She runs a parlour.

You're sending me to Adelaide
to work in a fucking brothel?

It's your only qualification.

Yep, John.
John Ibrahim, Joe Dooley.

You arrested the guy
who shot Buddy yet?

No. Sorry, no-one's talking.

Listen, that accessory to murder
charge against you, Talal Assaad...

...it's been dropped,
you've been no billed.

Yeah, because I'm an innocent man,
that's why.

Hey, how much taxpayers' dollars
did you waste anyway?

We got Billy.
We'll get you one day, John.

For something.

What? You forget to insult me?

John?

Er, it's me, Wendy.

I just wanted to say thank you.

For what?
For not telling them about us.

Us?

Feels like it was a dream.

Well, a pleasant dream, I hope.

Thank you.

Goodbye and good luck, John.

Sexy Johnny.

The Wood Royal
Commission sat for a total of 419 days.

694 witnesses were called,
generating 37,000 pages of testimony.

284 police were adversely named

and 12 people involved
took their own lives.

# I failed once again
I was to be outplayed

# Walking into the devil's tomb... #

The motto of the NSW Police is
culpam poena premit comes...

punishment swiftly follows the crime.

Kelly.

How does it feel to have
Jim Egan's blood on your hands, hmm?

The dogs are barking, Dennis.

Time's nearly up.

# Escape my fate. #

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle
out there. #