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It was somewhere back in '85

when the Les Norton show first came to town.

That's him on his first night.

Sixteen stone of prime Queensland beef

squeezed into a monkey suit he borrowed from Billy Dunne.

He'd spotted the job advert the day he arrived in Sydney

and after a quick meet-and-greet, he'd gotten a trial.

In fact, the big fella had been working at the Kelly Club

for precisely 23 minutes.

And while the first 22 had been pretty cruisy,

it was the Cross, and it was the '80s.

So… Well, you know.

- You right there? - What?

That's welterweight pug Billy Dunne,

owner of the aforementioned bag of fruit,

and Les' new partner.

Mate, you were very clear.

No aggro unless you give the green light.

That's true, but you could show a bit of initiative there, big fella.

You're not worried about your suit?

Reckon we got bigger concerns there, brother.

That was a bit cheeky, wasn't it?

Now, Les wasn't what you'd call a scientific fighter.

For all he knew, the Marquess of Queensberry

could have been a pub in Parramatta.

But with a head as hard as a cricket ball

and fists the size of Christmas hams,

he went through the bikies like a three-day-old vindaloo.

Come on, Les. You can do it, brother!

That's him!

Hey, not the boss's Rolls, Les!

Les!

Les!

'Bout time you grab your boys

and you ride off into the sunset, eh? What do you reckon?

I reckon you can go fuck yourself, Ginger Nuts.

Or do you prefer Tampon?

Tampon?

Never heard either, to tell the truth.

Both pretty funny, but.

Righto, nobody move!

Oh, shit.

Ray "Thumper" Burrell was from the old school

and as far as Ray was concerned,

what couldn't be solved with a phone book

and a size-12 steel cap didn't warrant solving.

What in Christ's name is going on here, hey?

We were just minding our own business

when they came at us like animals.

Jeez, they must have really got the jump on you

to give you such a toweling, mate.

You better sort him out

or I'll bring the rest of the club back

and we'll do it ourselves.

You just let me do the sorting, all right?

Now, be a good lad. Go and jump in the truck.

- All right. - Now…

who the fuck are you?

I'm Les Norton.

And you like hurting blokes, do ya, Les Norton?

It's members only, and unfortunately, these blokes weren't members.

Rules are rules.

And you're the new enforcer, are ya?

Well, I didn't throw the first punch, if that's what you're asking.

But I did throw the last.

Last few, come to think of it.

No.

Am I gonna have trouble with you, Les Norton?

Wouldn't have thought so, sir.

Come on. Round the back.

You…

I reckon you're slowing down.

Pretty soon I'll be able to flog your black shiny arse myself.

You know where to find me, you big fat pig bastard.

Come on!

All right, chop-chop, Probationary Constable.

Get the rest of this shit off my street.

- Give her a hand, tough guy. - Yeah, go on, Les.

- Toodle-oo, big fella! - I'll grab his legs.

Nuh, I'm right. I'm right.

Bloody hell. Come on.

You sure? He's a big boy.

And I'm a big girl.

I thought Queensland coppers were rough!

That was an accident, all right?

Oh, yeah? Hate to see you hurt someone on purpose.

I'm all right! I'm all right.

Don't worry. I won't tell if you don't.

I'm Les, by the way.

Tempting.

But I'll pass.

You a bourbon or a scotch guy?

Or is it strictly Bundy up your way?

Oh, no, just a XXXX will do, thanks.

Don't get much call for XXXX around these parts, brother.

They tell me it's the Rolls-Royce of beers.

Guess I'm more of a Ute guy.

- Ah. - Suit yourself.

Country boy. Should have guessed.

I'm Georgie.

Georgie Burman was one of the few women

to manage a club back then.

She ran the numbers like an SP bookie and there wasn't a zac

whose whereabouts she didn't know intimately,

all while looking like

she'd just stepped off the set of Dynasty.

Impressive debut, if a little unconventional.

Oh, well, as my grandma used to say, can't eat a mango

without getting a little juice on your chin.

Sounds like a wise lady.

She teach you to fight like that as well?

Nah, I put in a couple of years behind the bar

at the hotel up in Dirranbandi.

Yeah, nearest cop's 100 clicks away,

so I'd learn to shut things down pretty quickly

before they'd get out of hand.

That'll come in handy. Things tend to get a bit rowdy round here.

Find that hard to believe!

What do you mean?

Just have a look at the size of the place! It's tiny!

You'd have to go outside just to change your mind.

Welcome to Sydney's best-kept secret.

I'm pretty sure these joints are illegal up in Queensland.

Pretty sure they're illegal down here too, Les.

Police Commissioner was on the telly just the other night

complaining about the scourge of illegal gambling here in Sydney.

He should know!

- Hello, Commissioner. - Hello, Georgie.

You look lovely tonight.

Any night of the week, you'll find the who's who of Sydney in here

enjoying a bit of fun away from the public glare.

That's why discretion's the name of the game.

We need to know we can trust our employees absolutely

Well, I'm fair dinkum, if that's what you're asking.

It's not me you need to convince.

Les Norton,

Price Galese.

Every kingdom has a king,

and in 1985, the Cross had Price Galese.

Norton, eh?

So, how'd you like your first night at the Kelly Club?

Was all right, I suppose, until those boofheads rocked up.

Thought I was gonna spend my first night in Sydney in the lock-up.

No, you needn't have worried there.

As you can see, I've got a very healthy relationship

with the local constabulary.

Price owns the club, which makes him the unofficial boss of the Cross.

Oh, nonsense, Georgie. You know, I'm a concerned citizen

who likes to engage with my local community, that's all.

You know, as part of that, I contribute to charities

and welfare groups and so on and so forth.

Including the welfare of half the NSW Police Force.

What can I say? They're the best cops money can buy.

Uh, what brings you to Sydney?

Oh, I play a bit of footy back home.

Bush league mainly, but the standard's alright.

Coach reckoned I should come to Sydney

and give it a crack, see if anyone bites.

Mmm. What do you think of the Harbor City so far?

Apart from the foreign beers

and a backpackers with cockroaches big enough to ride,

it's all right, I suppose. But be better with a job here.

Right. Well, in that case,

I think now's about the time to tell me

if there's anything in your past we should know about.

Like what?

You tell me.

You ever been to prison?

- No. - Hmm.

How about extracurriculars?

You fancy a little toot every now and again, do ya?

Do you smoke a little Bob Hope?

Don't mind a drink. That's about it.

Anything kinky?

- Come again? - You like to sniff underwear?

You get off on someone weeing on you?

Do you like to hurt animals?

No, but I might

make an exception for you if you keep this up.

Mmm, all right.

Well, in that case,

I think I've only got one more question for you.

I'm Prince Charles, mate.

I'm all ears.

What size suit do you take?

There you go!

Les.

A girlfriend has a room for rent in Bondi.

It's not fancy, but it'll beat a Kings Cross backpackers any day.

- Yeah, righto. Ta! - I can't remember.

I think Lozza's okay with redheads.

Oh, well. She's only human.

Don't speak too soon. You haven't met Lozza.

Straight home, thanks, driver.

'Night, boys!

Get the door.

- Good to have you on board, Les. - 'Night, Mr. Galese.

Oh, come on, son. You're part of the team now.

Call me 'boss'.

'Night, boss.

Have a good night, boss!

Nightcap?

Another time, maybe.

I think I've had enough fun for one night, eh?

Suit yourself. Hey, I'll drop you off, though.

Don't wanna get lost in the jungle on your first night.

You're not in Dangleberry anymore, Big Bird.

This is the Cross, brother!

Everything's larger than life up here.

♪ I am through with hanging round ♪

♪ With all the boys in town ♪

♪ Now I want a man around ♪

♪ Get me out of here… ♪

How are ya, champion?

Les, Foghorn McCormack.

He's the hardest… No, wait.

Second-hardest bloke in the Cross, eh?

It's Les's first night in the jungle.

Thought I'd show him the local wildlife.

Stay on your toes, Les. There's plenty of that out here tonight!

Have a good night, brother.

Come on, Les.

Evening.

- How are ya, darling? - Sorry, darling, not tonight.

- Oh, watch out, Muscles! - Sorry, miss.

Careful, darling!

- I love you. Mwah! - Look at the size of her!

Couple of words of advice, mate.

Firstly, she's a he.

And secondly, probably the most important,

it's probably best to give Georgie a wide berth, eh?

What?

Price has a very strict "don't shit where you eat" policy

and unfortunately, it extends to Georgie as well.

Turn it up!

Well, this is me here.

Bloody hell! You weren't kidding, were ya?

What?

I hope you got your shots, big fella.

It's not too bad inside.

- Eh… - It's cheap, that's for sure.

Better you than me. Anyways… Hah!

Ah! Stay on your toes, Les!

- Hooroo. - See you next week.

Shit.

Great.

- What the hell? - Turn it off!

You're coming with me.

Seatbelt, please.

So, do I know you?

No, but I know you, don't I?

Shit.

Shit!

How'd they find me so quick?

- How'd who find you so quick? - The Bender Boys.

Who the fuck are the Bender Boys?

Sorry, who do you work for again?

Same bloke you do, you fuckin' Muppet.

I'm Eddie Salita.

Eddie was a Vietnam vet and Price's gun for hire.

There wasn't a real lot of him.

He looked like a stand over man who'd been shrunk in the wash.

But as they say, it's not the size of the dog in the fight,

it's whether he's carrying a .38 Special and happy to use it.

And believe me, Eddie was both.

Price reckons you showed a lot of dash last night.

Oh, you know, just… happy to help out.

Good. 'Cause he needs another favor.

Chuck that on.

Come on, chop-chop. Okay.

- What? - Just keep up, dickhead.

Get 'em dressed. Meet me downstairs.

Uh… righto, girls.

Grab some kit on.

Kit on, yeah? Yeah?

Ladies! Ladies!

Girls, the car's this way. The car's this way. Come on.

Girls!

Girls. Girls!

Come here. Girls, come here. Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Look, I know you wanna be thorough,

but this is no time to bloody clock out.

No one's clocking out, fuckhole!

This shrinking violet is Doreen Bognor,

the woman who single-handedly put the "dam" back in "madam".

Now, turn around.

Nice and slowly.

You sneaky little prick.

- Calm down. - Oh, don't you "calm down" me,

you thieving sack of shit!

Look, there's gotta be a massive misunderstanding.

Bloody oath there has.

For some reason, you think you can just waltz in here

and pilfer what's not rightfully yours.

They're not yours either, but, are they?

Now, be a good girl and put down the shottie, will ya?

Move it. Nice and steady.

That's it. That's the ticket.

Now, just hand over the passports and we'll be outta your hair.

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

Let's try that again, shall we?

Come on. Let's go.

I'm telling ya,

them three are top little earners.

I'll be very, very sorry to see them go.

Stiff shit.

Come on, girls, chop-chop. Let's go.

I'll be seeing you boys around.

Mark my fucking words!

Not if we see you first, darlin'.

Lucky they're only little, huh?

Mate, I've been in Sydney less than 24 hours

and I've already robbed my first brothel.

- Don't be such a sook. - No, no, no. I'm serious.

How is that any of our business?

These girls, they work for that lady.

Mate, that lady is Doreen Bognor,

brothel queen of Western Sydney,

and those girls work for her

like the diggers worked for the Burmese Railway Corporation.

What are you talking about?

They're sex slaves, you muppet.

Doreen teamed up with a syndicate out of Thailand

to lure these girls to Sydney.

Now she throws them at dozens of blokes a day

and she holds onto their passports,

making sure they don't do the fucking runner.

Jesus.

They're 16.

Yeah. Same age as Pricey's youngest daughter.

So when he found out, he politely suggested

that Doreen send the girls back to Thailand.

And then she politely suggested

that he stick it where the feathers are thinnest.

So, here we are.

Flight leaves for Bangkok at 4:30 this arvo.

Tickets are inside. My number's on the back.

Now, these girls are a licence to print cash

and Doreen Bognor's not the retiring type, mate.

So keep on your toes till you get 'em on that plane, capisce?

- Huh? - Yeah, capisce.

I don't give a rat's arse what you have to do.

You just let me know if any of those girls

pop up on a flight to Bangkok.

I don't know, Doreen.

Flight manifests are pretty hard to get your hands on these days.

Oh, is that right?

Just sayin'. I might need a little… incentive, you know?

Yeah, yeah, an incentive.

Okay, no worries.

How about I don't come round there right now

and rip your fucking arms off?

Yeah, I'm… I'm right on it.

Look, I get it. You don't speak Australian,

I don't speak Asian.

And you probably think I'm some low pimp

who's pinched you off the street to come work for me,

but the truth is, you know, I'm not.

Yours is the first brothel I've ever been to, believe it or not.

And no, before you start, I don't wanna root any of you either.

You know, it's not that you're not good sorts.

You are, obviously.

That goes without saying.

It's just that, you know, I don't really pay for sex.

Not that there's anything wrong with that either,

it's just obviously you're a bit on the young side.

Just give us a minute, will youse?

Time to get you snookered away, I reckon.

I gotta go to Melbourne and I am a terrible flyer.

It's the only thing that calms my nerves.

You, uh… You fly a lot, do you?

As much as I can.

So is it just you or are they part of the deal?

Oh, no, they're just my… my cousins.

Oh, your cousins? Right.

- Second cousins. - Oh, righto.

Yeah, no, they're out here on holiday and flying back to Bangkok this arvo.

Georgie mentioned you're from the bush.

That's right. Western Queensland.

Shit, I went out with a Queenslander once.

Yeah?

I mean, genuinely could not spell his own name

but my God, he was dynamite in the sack.

I swear to you,

after one weekend with him,

I would be so bow-legged

you could hang me over the back of that door for good luck!

You could, swear to God!

Well, uh…go Maroons, eh?

Giddy-up. So, um, what brings you to Sydney, Leslie?

Lester. Leslie. Leslie?

- Just Les. - Mmm-hmm.

Uh, figured I'd come down, get a run playing rugby league.

I mean, do you wanna pull the other one?

'Cause it plays "Jingle Bells".

- What? - You're chasing crumpet, you sly dog!

Oh, shit, that's me. Okay. So…

Rent is, uh, 60 bucks a week.

And you can move in right away if you want.

Did Georgie mention it's probably a short-term thing?

I'm not hanging around that long in Sydney.

Just whatever you want.

You take it week by week if you like, sweetheart.

Dead set? No bond or nothing?

No, if Georgie vouches for you, that's good enough for me.

She may be a buttoned-up little bookkeeper,

but she will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you

if you stuff me round.

Oh, you touch my stash, I'll do the same.

Lovely to meet you, ladies. Happy travels.

Okay, off we go.

She seems nice, eh?

Oh, how about I throw the telly on?

Don't suppose there's any, uh, Trekkies amongst you?

Tell you what, I saw a Video Ezy round the corner.

Uh…what do youse like? Romance, comedy?

I'll go have a look, eh?

For a fella from the back blocks of Queensland,

Les Norton found himself pretty keen

to take a Captain Cook at Australia's most famous patch of sand.

- Look out! - Shit!

But with Eddie's warnings about the brothel madam

banging round his brain…

Pull yourself together.

...The big boy from Dirranbandi suddenly felt like

he might be sticking out like dog's balls.

And let's face it, he probably was.

So he wisely turned and headed for home.

Just a bee's dick too late, but.

Oi! Oi, where are you going?

Oi, what are you doing? Open up!

Hey, hey, I'm on your side!

Hey, hey! Karate Kid! Karate Kid!

I'm on your side!

Shit!

Oh, yeah! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Let me out here.

Shit.

Now, having ripped off the fine folks

at Classy Az just a few hours earlier,

Les needed to show his face there

like Custer needed more Indians.

But he didn't have much choice, especially when…

Something I can help you with?

Looking for some ladies, are ya?

Uh, yeah, something like that.

You have come to the right place.

You're a bit early, but I guess you have first dibs.

Wicked. How much?

- How much for what? - For the girls.

Well, it depends on what you're after.

I'm sure you've thought about it.

Yeah. What about a hand job?

- A hand job? - Yeah.

Yeah, like a regular old up and down…

What? How does it go?

You know, just like… like a hand job.

Oh. That's a tall bloke there.

Um…

Yeah, it's just ordering a hand job

in a place full of working girls

is like going to the fanciest restaurant in town

and only ordering the garlic bread.

What… what else is on the menu?

Anything you want!

One girl, two girls, all the girls!

You want Asian, you want European?

You want a combo sandwich of nationalities?

Like, you tell me, honestly.

I mean, they do front door, back door, side door.

There's a side door?

Mmm.

Um, penile colada,

Kiama blowhole,

um, the platypus twist,

Norway doorway.

I mean, you name it, they can do it.

What's…what's a Kiama blowhole?

Uh, well…do you have a face mask?

These girls, yeah, they're well trained.

Oh, Montana's just clocked on.

Montana! Ooh, she's amazing.

Pelvic floor like a mini trampoline, honestly.

Bounce away, bubba.

But yeah, she's just popped in her teeth. She's ready to go.

She can pop out her teeth, though, if that's what you're into.

Guys love it.

Yeah.

And, look, I wasn't always in management

and I'm still pretty handy on the tools.

- That's good to know. - Yeah.

I'll tell you what, the whole thing

sounds bloody appealing to me.

So what I'm gonna do is quickly run back to my car,

grab my wallet and I'll come back in a jiffy.

- Yeah. Okay. - I'll see you soon, all right?

Fuck!

Oi!

Shift over, will youse?

Now, I don't know what the bloody hell

was so important back there, but it better be bloody worth it.

Shit!

For God's sake, girls!

I left Queensland so less people would try to kill me, not more!

What the bloody hell was so important?

Get inside!

Sit down. Sit down. Don't move.

Now, youse wanna go running off again, be my guest,

but this… this stays with me.

Don't move.

- Go for Eddie. - Yeah, good day, Eddie.

It's, uh… It's Les.

- Everything all right? - Not really.

Uh, the girls tried to do a runner.

- What? - No, no, it's all good.

Look, I figured they'd head back to the brothel

so I went back there and got 'em.

What'd they go back there for?

Oh, I think they just left some stuff there.

What stuff?

Oh, you know, just, uh…

girl stuff like make-up and whatnot.

Did Doreen see you leaving with the girls?

Yeah, well, she tried to part my hair with her shottie,

so, yeah, I guess she did.

Righto, I'll speak to Pricey, see what he wants to do next.

Just keep 'em under wraps till you get 'em on the plane.

See, the shit thing about having a mobile phone

is that people can contact you wherever you are.

Invasion of fuckin' privacy if you ask me.

I mean, it's convenient, sure, but I can't see it catching on.

What do you reckon?

He reckons…

that he…

and his deadshit mates…

never gonna set foot in the Cross again.

Am I right or am I right?

Sorry I yelled at youse before.

I'm hardly gonna keep it, am I?

Just a bit under the pump right now, you know? That's all.

You know, to tell you the truth, there's these blokes back home,

the Bender Boys.

Bunch of brothers from Brewarrina, you know?

Inbred fuckwits.

Anyway, got myself into a bit of strife, and the next thing you know…

Well, you can paint the picture, can't you?

Anyway, between them

and the bloody madam giving us both barrels,

I've just been a little bit freaked out, is all.

But don't worry.

You know, Eddie's gonna come and he's gonna sort it all out.

We just gotta sit tight for a couple of hours

and next thing you know, you know,

youse will be on a bloody flight back home to Bangkok.

Wouldn't mind going home myself, to tell you the truth.

Un-fuckin'-believable.

Doreen, get ready to be happy.

I've got it.

Ansett Flight 103 to Auckland

is leaving from Gateway 4.

I'd love to say it's been a pleasure, but…

definitely been one for the memoir.

Now, you just head straight through that door there.

Next stop Bangkok, okay?

Go on, get outta here. Good luck to youse.

Go.

Les…

thanks for everything, hey?

Aren't you full of surprises?

And don't worry about those Bender wankers.

It will sort itself out.

Doreen! This way.

Come through here.

Bit of a short cut.

Just around to the right here. All the way to the end.

Left and it'll take you straight through to Customs.

- I thought this was a short cut. - Oh, it is, it is!

Oh, no, no, no. You earned that fair and square.

- You take that. - So did you!

We'd be still locked up at Doreen's if it weren't for you.

If you are ever in Bangkok, look us up.

Righto.

- You red-headed sack of shit! - Oh, Christ!

What are you doing, checking up on me?

Nah, my mum just got back from Bali this morning.

I'm just picking up her bags like the good son I am.

Girls get off okay?

Yeah, no worries. You just missed them.

I bet they're glad to be headed home, I bet.

Oh, yeah. They're off their heads.

Yeah, good stuff. Hey!

Why don't you come out tonight and I'll shout you

a couple of sherbets just for looking after 'em?

Oh, no, no. You don't have to do that.

Bullshit! It's the least I can do.

- All right? - All right.

- Some chewie? - Yeah.

See you tonight.

♪ How can you see looking through those tears? ♪

♪ Don't you know you're worth your weight in gold? ♪

♪ I can't believe that you're alone in here ♪

♪ Let me warm your hands against the cold ♪

♪ A close encounter with a hard-hearted man ♪

♪ Who never gave half of what he got… ♪

Couple of lobsters oughta do it.

♪ That's a shame 'cause you've got the lot ♪

♪ Hey there, you… ♪

Don't get carried away, hey, big fella?

♪ Come up to my place and live it up ♪

♪ You beside the dance floor ♪

♪ What do you cry for? Let's live it up ♪

♪ Let's live it up ♪

♪ Live it up ♪

♪ Mmm, live it up ♪

♪ Hey there, you… ♪

So after a rocky debut in Sydney,

Les found himself happier than a butcher's dog.

The girls were on their way back to Bangkok,

he was a lazy grand up

and now he was off to throw a few pig's ears

down his motor boat.

All in all, not bad for a day's work.

You wouldn't be dead for quids!

Oi!

You're moonlighting for the KGB, I see.

Don't think I haven't thought about it.

Mate, hold on. I thought we were supposed to be having a drink.

Yeah, we are. Soon as we knock this off.

Let me guess. Another favor for Price.

Nothing much gets past you, does it, mate, eh?

So Price is a big handball fan, right?

Has been for years.

So much so that he pledged to build

a nice new handball court for all the locals.

Mate, I don't see what this has to do with us having a drink.

Well, turns out the foreman's a bit of a goose

and he's been riding the crew.

So the concreters this arvo walked off the job

- without filling the final footing. - So?

So the slab gets poured tomorrow

but that can't happen unless all the footings are done.

Obviously.

Oh, come on, Eddie!

That thing's gotta be at least 20 feet deep in there.

It'll take all night to fill up.

Heads up!

The sooner you get cracking, the sooner you can have that beer.

You know what? You could have bloody warned me.

I wouldn't have worn my best shirt.

Oi!

Mate, you sure got the foreman thing down pat, don't ya?

Mate, as far as I'm concerned,

labor'sur's a Spanish goalkeeper.

Here.

Very nice!

Price'll be stoked.

Mate, he'd wanna be. He hired a doorman,

got himself a laborer and a minder thrown in.

Don't worry, mate, he's got a long memory.

And you're in his good books for taking good care of those girls.

Yeah, well, let's just hope that's the last we see of 'em, eh?

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, you said it yourself. They're tidy earners.

Oh, come on. You're telling me

you're not worried about blowback from Doreen?

Nah, don't worry. Doreen's under control.

She didn't look under control

when she blew out my back window with a bloody shotgun.

She's sorted, mate. Trust me.

We had a good chat and she's, uh…

rock solid now.

Yeah?

Mmm. Come on.

Finish one of those off and I'll give you a lift home in the Corniche.

See how the other half live.

What?

What have you lost?

The keys.

You're taking the piss.

Fuck.

♪ Walking in a strange light Looking at the walls ♪

♪ The walls are getting higher And I think they're gonna fall ♪

♪ They're gonna fall down over me Crush me till I scream ♪

♪ Now I'm only hoping That I'm living in a dream ♪

♪ It's just a dream… ♪

♪ It's just a dream ♪

Evening, Georgie.

Les. I almost didn't recognize you.

- Very flash! - Looks pretty good, huh?

Price got it for me.

Well, it seems like you made quite the first impression.

How'd you get on with Lozza?

Yeah, good. Moved in a couple of days ago.

Oh, terrific! I thought she might have scared you off.

Nah.

She reminds me of every bloke I've ever played football with.

Huh, yeah. Lozza's in advertising.

Speaking of which,

Lozza doesn't know much about what goes on up here.

Little bit of discretion goes a long way.

What's the matter? Don't think I can keep a secret?

I guess we'll find out.

- Good day, Georgie. - Hello!

- Len. Price around? - Yeah, he's out the back.

- I'll take you guys through. - Cheers.

- Come on upstairs. - Thank you.

And it's like she just vanished into thin air.

Yeah, I'm still not sure why I'm supposed to be concerned here.

- This… - Doreen Bognor.

She's the brothel queen of the Western Suburbs, alright?

She's got a string of knock shops from Bass Hill to Box Hill to Rooty Hill.

Oh, Rooty Hill! Bet that's headquarters.

I'm serious here, Price. People are asking questions.

Oh, look, I'm sure she'll turn up, Ray.

Probably just sick or something.

Bloody awful stomach bug going round.

No, no… I went down and had a look for myself.

Fuck!

Look, I just thought that you lot might have, you know, heard something.

No, not a peep, I'm afraid.

Hey, Georgie, have you heard of her?

I don't think so. I'll keep an ear out, though.

Go and check on the van, will ya?

- Oh, come on, Sarge. - Probationary Constable!

I'll show you out. Come with me.

Hey, we got Crayback's Revenge in the seventh.

Yeah, I was gonna go six on Higher Cost.

Yeah, well, Todd's on her.

So, Constable, how long have you been stationed here for?

Uh, five weeks now.

Oh, fresh off the boat!

Cross can be a bit of an eye-opener at first, am I right?

Oh, I knew what I was getting myself into

when I requested the posting.

Fair enough.

How you getting on with Ray?

Oh, uh, you know,

it's a privilege to work with someone of his experience.

I've got a boss too, remember? I get it.

So if you need anything or wanna chat or whatever,

you know where to find me.

It's not the easiest neighborhood to navigate in heels.

I'll keep that in mind.

Evening, guys.

Come in.

If it isn't the rampaging rookie!

Easy, slugger. Didn't bring my mouthguard.

- So, how is it up there, then? - How would I know?

I'm down here looking after the van, aren't I?

That is true. I didn't think of that.

I didn't get your name the other night, by the way.

That's 'cause I didn't give it.

Still,

I feel safe with you down here on the street level.

I saw the way you dealt with those bikies!

This Doreen Bognor has got

a rap sheet longer than the straight at Randwick

and I'm just a wee bit concerned that she might have been offed.

Look, it's not gonna go unnoticed

that she's gone missing within two weeks

of her setting up shop inside your patch, Price.

It's a free country, Ray.

What's the name of this brothel again?

- Classy Az. - There you go.

Reason enough to knock her right there.

Classy Az. It's in Surry Hills, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah. yeah. Rings a bell.

Apparently they're dealing in young Thai girls.

That sound right, Ray?

Very young Thai girls.

Yeah, well, it's a brothel, so it's possible.

Well, she sounds like an A-grade grub.

I have to say, as a father of two teenage daughters,

that's even more reason to hope that she's gone to

the big bloody massage parlor in the sky.

Don't you think, Ray?

How am I supposed to learn anything down here

when all the real police work's going on in your boss's office?

I mean, if she was really that important,

you'd think they'd want all hands on deck, right?

Who's that?

That brothel madam they're looking for.

Doreen something or other.

Do you know who they're talking about?

No.

Disappeared off the face of the Earth, apparently.

If you ask me, she's probably hiding somewhere up the coast

sipping cocktails as we speak.

Given that Doreen had only recently

tried to hollow out his skull and was now MIA,

Les had a sinking feeling about where she might be "hiding".

He was also pretty sure that 20 feet of concrete

was gonna make sipping anything a bit tough.

- Do youse have any leads yet? - Nah.

When I manage to track her down myself,

they'll have no choice but to bring me into the fold, right?

Let's go, Constable.

Anyway.

Was nice chatting with you, Les.

I'm Emily, by the way.

Nice to meet ya.

Guess I'll see you around, yeah?

I reckon you will.

How's the fit?

Oh, uh, like a glove, boss.

Yeah, course it should.

Had my bloke in Double Bay knock it up himself.

Oh! You didn't have to do that.

No, nonsense, nonsense. It's the least we could do.

That lady copper just mentioned that,

uh, a brothel madam's missing.

Yeah, yeah. She hasn't been seen for a few days, apparently.

Yeah. Right.

Something you wanna ask me, son?

No, it's just, you know…

We pinch her girls and send 'em home,

she takes a pot shot at me

and then suddenly she's missing.

You believe in karma, Les?

I don't know. Maybe.

Yeah, I certainly do, you know?

In my experience, karma's got everyone's address.

How do you figure that?

Well, you take those young Thai girls, for instance.

You know, they were just kids, weren't they?

You know, they should have been finishing off high school,

not fat Australian men.

Thanks to you, they're back home and they're safe,

and you know, that Doreen, she's no longer hawking the fork.

Now, that's a bloody good result.

That's a bloody good result karmically speaking, don't you think?

- I suppose you're right. - Yeah, course I am.

It's all because of you.

No one's gonna forget that in a hurry.

Welcome to the family, Les.

Dirranbandi Hotel.

- Good day, Terry. Les here. - Oh, hello, Les. How are ya?

Yeah, I'm all right, mate.

I was just wondering is Muzza around?

Yeah, mate, he's just here. I'll get him.

- Yeah, all right, ta. - Hey, Muz! It's your brother.

- Good day, little brother! - Muzza, old son!

I haven't caught you at a bad time, have I?

- No, mate, just at work. - What?

Fight night.

Every shearer within 100 miles is in town

gunning for a shot at the title.

What about your arm?

Oh, they're just pitching that as a handicap.

Which it technically is!

Mate, most of the challengers here couldn't knock the froth off a beer.

Don't know how much shearing they'll get done tomorrow.

Yeah, look, I won't hold you up then.

Um, look, I just wanted to know how Bevan Bender's doing.

I'm pretty keen to come home, if you know what I mean.

Come home?

What, you're kidding, aren't you? Haven't you heard?

Heard what?

Mate, Bevan Bender's fucked.

- He's what? - He's proper fucked.

Like, I spoke to the doc this morning.

They're not even sure he's gonna pull through.

So I hope you packed some spare undies, mate, 'cause…

you're not going anywhere.

Mate, you'll be right. Just keep your head down.

All right, I gotta run. I'll see ya.

Yeah, righto.

Ever heard the expression "trouble in paradise"?

"Sorry, boss, we lost the keys of your car

in the footing of your handball court

right next to you-know-who."

Hey, hey! I didn't know about you-know-who, remember?

You're sure there's nothing you're not telling me.

- No! - Your boss know you're here?

Spends half his life in here, doesn't he?

This whole strip is a jungle, and like any jungle,

the animals need to know who's top of the food chain.

Don't look at me! The less I know, the better.

Well, the good news is no one's killed Price yet.

Not for want of trying, mind you.

You're a sitting duck.

Well, I'm the bait, darling.

You can't swallow me if you can't see me.

Oh, shit! Boss, get down!