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I was the most notorious police informer in Australian legal history.

By the time I was admitted to the bar,

the Melbourne gangland war was in full flight.

I was at the top of my game with clients Tony Mokbel, drug kingpin,

Carl Williams, baby-faced killer.

I had more work than ever. What's this about? Oh, fuck off.

You're under arrest for threaten to kill.

I belong and they need me and I'm in control.

They're not your friends, Nic. Don't make that mistake.

They're just using you to get what they can.

Everything that was about to go wrong started with the Hodsons.

When I allowed myself to get too close.

(GUNSHOTS CRACK) Terry!

Terry and Christine's murder changed everything.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

They were my friends. And I'd failed them.

But I knew who was responsible.

(CHEERS)

And I wanted revenge.

WOMAN: I got your message. It sounded urgent.

This is just between you and me.

What if I said to you I can give you Carl Williams.

Why?

You work for Carl Williams.

He's your most lucrative client.

You want to stop the gangland war?

Carl is the fucking war.

Carl was out of control. He had to be stopped.

That's the promise I made to the cops.

All I needed was the right opportunity.

Michael Marshall was selling ecstasy out of his hot dog stall

so Carl had him killed.

He was shot in front of his son.

And the man who shot him, was this lowlife right here.

He was my golden ticket.

If I could get him to roll... (SHOTS CRACK)

I could give the cops Carl Williams.

The murder of Michael Marshall was not your idea.

You were just a paid employee carrying out orders.

Surely you're smart enough to try and get something for yourself here.

Smart enough to know that Carl Williams sent you.

To make sure I plead guilty.

You're my client. Not Carl. Yeah, righto. If you say so.

Look, I've been through your case file.

You're in deep shit.

25 years for killing a hot dog guy?

Unless you can give the police something.

Nah. You're just testing me out.

See if I'll fold. Oh, come on.

Do I look like Carl's lapdog? I'm a respected barrister.

If you cop a long jail term, I'll look bad.

That's the simple fact of it.

I'll tell you something.

Fuck your pretty hair.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, it wasn't gonna be easy.

No, I'm not there yet.

I was playing a dangerous game.

I had to act like Carl and I were still friends.

For now.

So, you've seen him in jail, what's he saying?

Not a word.

That's not what my spies reckon.

Your spies? Who are they?

I'm sorry but I'm the one that's in there,

I'm the one dealing with him and I believe he'll cop to the charge.

Yeah, you waltz in and out, in your fucking high heels.

Excuse me? Tone, chill!

Chill?

With the Purana Taskforce up my arse?

This prick is dropping my name.

Why would he, Tony?

You're nowhere near this, are you? (SIRENS WAIL)

Obviously that's why I'm upset

because if he's pointing the finger at me...

He's not. I've told you that.

Look, Nic, I just want to know he'll keep his mouth shut.

And I'm promising you that he will.

I got to work.

I needed this guy to turn before Carl figured out what I was up to.

As for Carl...

♪ I'm a rock'n'roll outlaw and I'm on the run

♪ I'm a rock'n'roll outlaw I never needed anyone... ♪

Suited me just fine.

Gave me the time I needed.

Tell me, the money for the Marshall hit, did Carl pay in cash?

Carl who? Actually, did he pay you at all?

Or has he been slow in sorting that?

I mean, now you're here, why would he bother?

Especially if you shut up and stay here for life.

How do I know you're not wearing a wire?

A wire? Are you kidding?

You want me to take my dress off?

Hmm?

(LAUGHS)

Fuck you.

Do they talk to you in here? Your friends?

The ones that you're taking a bullet for?

Every day.

They send a message just to show they can get me anytime.

You know what conversation your friends are having right now?

How long does your loyalty last in here?

A long fucking time. That's how long.

It's not me you have to convince.

But I know these people.

I know they're nervous.

Which makes them favour the safe option.

It's better for everyone.

Except you.

What I guess it comes down to is whether or not they trust you.

They trust me. Would you put your life on it?

My client wants to make a deal.

This is a major breakthrough, thanks to hard work by Victoria Police.

And we expect several high-level arrests will follow.

Now, I may be restricted

with some of the answers I can give at this time,

but I'm more than happy to take questions.

What the fuck, Nicola?

What happened? I don't know.

He was solid, I swear. I pay you to sort this shit.

They got to him somehow. You think?

He's gonna tip me right in it.

Who's gonna believe him?

He's a murderer and a convicted rapist, he's got zero credibility.

This is how they get convictions.

Crims make shit up, the squareheads believe it.

You know this. Alright, let's be practical.

They're going to arrest you -

they kind of have to now that they've made the big announcement.

So you need to act. Act? How?

What, leave the country?

Where the fuck am I gonna go?

Carl reckons I told him to run.

Whatever I said, I had to, to keep playing the game,

convince him I was on his side.

Fuck it. I'm not going anywhere.

Maybe you should, but.

Your client's rolled. He's fucking dog.

Who knows what he's saying?

You hungry? You want a bottle?

(BABY GIGGLES)

I'd be careful, Nic. Not everyone's as nice as me.

He threatened me, Susan. It was a direct threat.

Yeah, but he didn't say he'd harm you himself.

No... Well, yes. I don't know. Carl's weird like that.

He doesn't lose his shit the way Mokbel does.

It kind of makes him more frightening. OK.

What do you want us to do?

If I'm being honest, they're more likely to go after your client.

He's the one who betrayed them.

So you'll protect him? The murderer?

We're taking measures, yes.

He's in an extremely volatile environment.

And I'm not?!

Nicola, hey, you've done your job as a lawyer, that's all.

OK, what I need for you to do

is to take Carl Williams off the street as soon as possible.

You know I don't make that call.

Well, speak to the person who does!

And then on top of everything else...

..I had a fucking stroke.

33 years old.

I mean, what the fuck?

But on the bright side...

(SIREN WAILS) Aww, fuck off!

..they finally took Carl off the street.

OK.

Half the Victorian police turned up at his mum's house.

Come on!

You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Marshall.

You don't have to say or do anything.

What, the hot dog guy? I love hot dogs.

Mum! Mum, call me lawyer.

Watch your head. Oh, bloody hell.

NEWSREADER: In early morning raids,

detective have swooped on drug trafficker Carl Williams.

Senior police officials are hailing Williams's arrest

as a devastating blow to Melbourne's violent gangland...

(TV SHUTS OFF)

I guess this is what winning looks like.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I don't need anything, thank you. I got you a present.

They're lovely.

Oh, babe! Hey! (CRIES)

Don't cry.

I'm not crying.

Six weeks of recovery. No work. No calls.

I hated being out of the loop.

I feel like I'm in prison.

You were right all along.

They're not my friends.

I never understood why you thought they were.

Even for a minute.

What's your real name?

(SCOFFS) You don't want to know that.

No, I want to.

Tell me your real name.

I can't keep calling you Juicy.

Kevin.

(SCOFFS)

OK. I'll stick with Juicy.

Hey...

..why don't we get out of the city?

Get out of the business? Do something new?

I like my job.

You can still do it, they still have lawyers down the coast.

Think about it.

A house on the coast.

Walks along the beach.

A little swim.

Does sound lovely.

We could do it. You and me.

NEWSREADER: Corruption investigator Tony Fitzgerald QC

has handed down a report into the theft of an internal police file

linked to murdered informer Terrence Hodson.

What are you doing? Don't get sucked into this.

I was watching it. Get out of the way.

Forget that shit! Let's plan our escape.

Juicy, I'm in my 30s, not my 60s.

You just had a fucking stroke.

(GRUNTS) Whatever.

Yeah, I just had a stroke.

I was weak. Bored out of my mind.

So I enjoyed watching Paul stick it to the cops.

The charges on him for the Oakleigh burglary had been dropped.

Without Terry Hodson as a witness, the prosecution's case fell apart.

Of course, it didn't stop the Police Commissioner sacking him.

Dale appealed and won.

He was reinstated, then he quit

with full pension and entitlements.

I kind of respected him for that.

SUSAN: Now that we've got Carl,

I'm going to register you as an informer officially.

Sure. Let's create a paper trail.

You're not serious.

Proper procedure will leave us less exposed.

You, maybe. Me on the other hand...

I'm sorry, Nicola, but I can't keep this up as an informal arrangement.

Fine, we stop, as of now.

You give me a file and a number... You're really, really good.

The best.

And there's only three people in the world that will know.

Myself, my colleague and my boss - who I trust with my life.

No-one else. Ever.

You have my word.

We want Mokbel.

What? No.

That's not... You dislike him as much as I do.

He's my client.

I can't inform against my own client. You know that.

You helped us with Carl. That was different.

He wasn't my actual client. I was acting for him.

No. Forget it.

I do not rat on my clients.

(PHONE RINGS)

(TAPS ON WINDOW)

Started answering your fucking phone again?

Alex Kipiyani. I'm sorry. Who?

Alex Kipiyani.

He's a bloke I know.

Right. I'm not familiar...

I need you to handle his bail application.

So go down to the custody centre, meet him, get it sorted out.

Keep my name out of it.

Tony, I've been really sick. Yeah. I know. I heard.

But you're better now, hm? You had a rest.

So get down there, meet him, sort it the fuck out. OK?

Thank you. Thank you.

I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what was in the car.

All he said was to drive the car from one location to the other.

So here's the problem.

I'm duty-bound to give this kid the best defence I can.

There was 12 kilos of coke in the back.

All Kipiyani has to do is roll.

Look at me. Do I look like I could afford 12 kilos of coke?

It wasn't mine.

But that's not what Tony wanted.

I'm not gonna survive prison.

So what do I do? Nothing.

What Tony wants, Tony gets.

I was sick of it. I was nobody's puppet.

Giving up Carl wasn't the end of my problems,

it was barely the beginning.

So I made the hardest choice of my life.

And as a high-risk source,

you have our assurance that every measure will be taken

to conceal your identity and secure your safety.

You will be registered as Informer 3838.

This could get me killed.

So I signed on and agreed to inform on my own clients.

I don't do things by halves.

Once I signed on as an official informer, I went to work.

I gave up everyone.

Every lowlife who ever crossed me.

Every thug who had it coming.

Well, except one.

(CHEERS)

(LAUGHS)

What can I say? He had a great lawyer.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

What's all this?

Perks of the trade.

Fall off the back of the truck, did they?

Uh-huh. Come on, help us open 'em.

A kettle? I've already got a kettle.

Hmm. This one's a bit light. It's empty.

Juicy. What?! Open it.

Oh, my God.

Marry me.

You know, legally, you're still married to your first wife.

Can you stop being a lawyer just for a minute?

Yes.

Yes?

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

We threw an engagement party.

It cost a ton.

But we didn't care.

We both needed to let loose.

Oi, who belongs to this?

Get away from it.

You're out on bail. Go that way.

Don't look at me. Don't look at me.

See, I love this.

You still working for me.

Even here.

You should take some time out, Nic.

Get married, have babies.

Me? Yeah. You and Juicy.

He fucking adores you. We all do.

Listen, give it to your boy. Alright?

It's got the address he needs.

You give it to him. He's just there.

Are you kidding? He'd fucking lose it. I trust you.

I'm sorry. I know I've been a fucking grouch.

But you are special to me, yeah?

Really special.

Oh, Tony. I bet you say that to all the girls.

(CHORTLES) No. No. No, I don't.

I owe you.

I'm hearing rumours, Nic.

A lot of rumours.

About?

What, you don't know?

Hm? Honestly?

They're gonna arrest me, Nic.

They gonna arrest me for Michael Marshall.

The hotdog guy? The fucking hotdog guy. Exactly.

For murder. You didn't know?

Carl Williams has already been charged...

They think I'm fuckin' involved in it.

What are you gonna do?

Happy engagement, Nic.

Oi, don't touch that.

You just had a stroke. Your heart's weak.

Fuck my heart. Yeah, fuck your heart.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

One more present.

Ooh, a burner. From you-know-who?

Is that for your other girlfriend?

No. It's for my other lawyer.

Ouch. That hurts.

I love you, Nic.

It was true what I'd said. I had to be the best at everything.

The best lover. The best lawyer.

Even the best snitch.

I'd do whatever it took.

I think Mokbel's up to something.

He's acting weird.

What do you mean weird?

I don't know.

I think he's planning something.

And he gave me a burner phone to give to one of his crew

so I used it to ring myself and get the number.

You realise there is now a record of you on that burner phone?

Yeah, but I got the number, I wrote it down.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Nicola?

You can't play by your own rules.

You do this exactly the way we tell you.

I told you that, like, ten times.

I should get points for initiative.

No, you could've compromised his entire operation.

If anything happens to you, I'm responsible.

(SCOFFS) Right, so as usual, you're mostly worried about yourself.

Mokbel's already before the court.

The only thing you can do now is fuck it up.

I need you to stop.

Got that?

Fine.

♪ Strolling along, minding my own business... ♪

But before anything else could happen, Tony fled the country.

No idea how.

It wasn't until later that we learned he got out by boat.

Clever bastard.

♪ Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches. ♪

It pissed off the cops. They took it personally.

We'll target his empire and destroy it, bit by bit.

Friends, relatives, associates, employees -

every single facet of Mokbel's business, it's a cancer.

That includes his legal team.

Should I organise a meeting? Do it.

Chikka. Susan.

How's life of the top? Don't know. I got stuck halfway.

What was that about?

You and the boss?

It's nothing.

Come on. Nicola.

If there's one person who knows where Mokbel is...

I know more about Osama bin Laden.

And you didn't want my help anyway.

Mokbel's disappearance changes everything.

Well, I've got nothing for you.

You know, there's a feeling amongst police

that lawyers like you have been scamming the system for too long.

Working it for scumbags like Mokbel and Carl Williams.

We do our job did, Detective. You play both sides when it suits.

And the word on the street is you tipped him off.

Mokbel? I never did.

I told you that he was planning something.

We can charge you now.

Aiding and abetting, accessory after the fact.

Accessory? Bullshit.

You're up to your neck in it, Nicola. So what is it?

Are you helping them or are you helping us?

I'm trying to help you

but you're making it insurmountably fucking difficult.

If you are helping them, we will charge you.

I don't know where Mokbel is. We don't believe you.

I don't. Nicola!

I don't know where he is.

But I can give you something else.

Don't judge me. They left me no choice.

I had to give them something to stay in the clear.

JUICY: He shat himself and had to throw his pants in the bin

and so I did it as well, because he's like a brother to me.

So we're right up there and I had to take my pants off, no pants on,

waiting for this guy...

(MUSIC SWELLS)

Juicy, call me. Please.

It's become legend to this day.

People still search for it. It's like bloody Treasure Island.

Police! Stay where you are!

To this day, it may be my one regret.

Oh, shit!

Go! Go! Go! Come back here!

I just don't know who tipped them off.

Look, it happened.

Now it's about getting the best outcome for you, OK?

My client is willing to share information

in exchange for favourable treatment.

Wait, hang on...

Do you want a moment to confirm that?

Abso-fucking-lutely. No, we don't need it.

My client's ready to talk.

Hi, Tudge.

Police also had Juicy's co-pilot.

And, yes, I was his lawyer too.

Whose gear is it?

No comment.

Tudge reckons I told him to shut up and stay solid.

I deny that.

I do admit getting ideal for Juicy.

I'm going away for this.

But not for long.

We might even get it suspended still.

You've given them name and dates.

Nic, I'm going to prison.

You didn't... say anything to anyone?

About the job?

I love you, Nic.

Mr Jucirovic...

Truly I had no idea where Tony was.

But my handlers kept asking.

So I did a little digging.

Are you in here looking for new clients?

I'm here as a friend, Carl.

I don't abandon people when they're down.

It was a joke.

I remember you hassling Fat Tony for his business.

Have you heard from him?

Mokbel? No.

You?

No.

I bet you're still busy even in here.

Nah, keeping me head down.

Why? Why you askin'?

Just making conversation.

Just making conversation? Is that right. (LAUGHS)

Who would've thought...

..after all this time, we'd end up mates?

Me and a barrister! (LAUGHS)

Carl wasn't stupid.

I was logged into the prison visitor records multiple times.

So he was checking with other inmates,

their court documents, briefs of evidence.

Looking for my name.

You've been busy. Yeah. It never stops.

Working for the jacks, you mean.

You've been gathering info for the cops.

You're a fuckin' dog.

Carl. Where's this come from? I've checked the records.

You've been talking to a lot of people in here.

Some for no reason I can work out. I'm a lawyer. It's what I do.

What about that?

It's a statement from one of the dogs giving evidence against me.

What's it got to do with me? YOUR NAME'S ON IT!

The lawyer's name is redacted.

Yeah, but there's a 'she'.

They didn't scrub that part out, did they?

So? So?

A female criminal lawyer.

There aren't too many of them around, are there?

I promise you on my life I am not and would not work for the jacks.

You know that.

Dog.

The rumour is that Carl had the contract to kill Terry Hodson.

Terry Hodson was my friend. There's no way.

Carl was your friend too.

Can I have a drag? Here.

Look, I can't have a source of mine

in the middle of a murder investigation.

Well, I hate to inconvenience you,

but I can't for the life of me see why you care.

Well, to be honest, I wouldn't.

But my boss would. Your boss?

What does he want with me?

We'll be in touch.

(GLASSES CLINK, GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS)

Hm! This is nice.

Been wanting to get together for a while now.

I'm a fan, Nicola. A huge admirer of your work.

That can't be true. Sincerely.

You help you've been a help to police in the past

and from what I've observed,

you're not the sort of person who's comfortable helping gangsters.

You have no idea how hard it is to be stuck in the middle.

You're better than that, I think you're incredibly brave.

I was friends with both Christine and Terry Hodson. I knew them.

It breaks my heart that no-one's been caught for that crime.

Mm.

I have a proposal for you.

I want you to meet with Paul Dale,

talk to him, see what he'll say about the murders,

if he knows anything.

I don't believe Paul had anything to do with it.

So good. Let's hope that is proven, one way or another.

Will you talk to him? I'm happy to go see him.

We may need more than that. What, you want me to wear a wire?

You're kidding.

That puts me in a really awkward situation.

You've been in that situation kind of before?

I really haven't.

I thought you were on our side, Nicola.

Look, I'm happy to go talk to him.

You're not his lawyer though, strictly speaking.

Strictly speaking, no.

But even so, if this got out, that I did this, it would wreck my career.

My name. Everything.

Fucking cops.

I'd given them Carl, Mokbel had vanished

and now they wanted Paul Dale.

I wasn't gonna wear a wire.

And I would've said no except...

(SCREAMS)

..then this happened.

After everything I'd done, anyone could have been responsible.

But it was probably Carl.

SUSAN: I've waited, I've been accommodating.

You said you'd wear a wire.

Call Dale and find out if he knows anything.

Carl Williams called me out as an informer

and someone tried to kill me.

We think that was just a warning. They blew up my car!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Don't be an idiot.

I have to wait for Dale to call me to say that he wants to talk.

I don't see why you just can't call him?

Or else he'll be suspicious.

If I initiate a meet, he'll know I'm up to something.

Think about it. I've gotta wait for him.

As long as you're not backing down on what you offered.

How could I?

Tomorrow Overland is announcing a million-dollar reward

for any information leading to the conviction

of whoever killed the Hodsons.

Aren't you worried?

That kind of money - it'll just bring out the nutters.

Well, we've got to shake the trees. You'll get the monkeys.

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud that's coming up today

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud that's coming up today

♪ Over yonder, there's a dark cloud a-comin'

♪ Get you're wife and your children and you better get to runnin'

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud that's coming up today

♪ It's a mighty dark cloud that's coming up today

♪ Up today. ♪

You wanted to see us?

Where's Overland?

He doesn't come to meetings like this.

But you'll keep him up to speed, won't you?

The deputy commissioner

will be if informed of any useful information that you give us,

but, Carl, none of us are sure you have any.

(SCOFFS) Oh, I've got useful information.

I've never been a dog before.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

Well, I don't like talking to cops.

Then Carl Williams gave the cops a statement.

After he'd gotten them to pay his daughter's private school fees,

waive his Dad's tax bill, and maybe knock a few years off his sentence.

There's that lawyer Nicola Gobbo.

She sent me a message saying that Sgt Paul Dale wanted to talk.

He'll say I'm lying or making this up

but in 2004, I met with up with him in Black Rock

when he was working construction, because you pricks suspended him.

And what did he want?

He wanted me to find someone.

To do a job.

Well, if you're referring to Terry Hodson,

Dale says he has nothing to do that.

(CHUCKLES) Of course he does.

A few days later, I met up with Rod Collins.

Rod's always looking for work.

Says he knew Terry.

Could easily get in the house.

Please, mate. Come on, I'm begging you. Please, mate.

150 grand was left in me mum's wheelie bin.

150 grand?

Where did that come from?

There's talk of money being stolen from the Oakleigh drug house.

Money that was never found.

I gave the money to Rod and that was pretty much it.

What'd you do his wife for? The sheila?

It's not for you to worry about, Carl.

I never said nothing about that.

Yeah, well, she was there. Shit happens.

(CHUCKLES)

Why are you telling me all this?

For the million bucks, stupid.

Do you have anyone who can back up your story?

Yeah.

Me dad will say with that I was with Dale

and Rod Collins'll back me up, if you can get him to talk.

NICOLA: After Carl gave his statement,

Paul Dale got in touch with me, asked to meet.

What if he sees it? He won't.

Just stay calm and play it right.

But what if he does?

Run.

(SCOFFS) That's a plan.

Just get him to corroborate Carl's statement.

(THEY CHAT INDISTINCTLY) (CAMERA CLICKS)

Bloody hell.

They played some phone calls between me, you, and Carl Williams.

Just shit.

All their trying to show is that I had a relationship with Carl.

(MICROPHONE THUDS) That's what they're trying to say.

It seems that Carl's made a very in-depth statement against me.

Accurate or not?

Very accurate. Very accurate?

Accurate to the point that every time we met,

he seems to have documented it. (CAMERA CLICKS)

There are some things that only him and me knew.

Well, just say hypothetically, for the sake of argument,

that you did have an arrangement with Carl,

and only you and him knew, why aren't you charged?

That's right.

Do you want to go for walk? No.

If anyone's watching, it makes us look even more suspicious.

Right.

Fuck me.

I hate Victoria Police.

They've ruined every relationship I've made in 17 years.

I hate 'em too, mate.

I got a feeling that the police are close to laying charges.

Have you heard anything? No.

We talked for hours.

Poor bastard.

I think he was just there trying to find out what I knew.

NICOLA: Accurate or not? PAUL DALE: Very accurate.

We got him. You heard him.

Carl's statement was very accurate. Dale was talking about meetings.

He didn't say anything about criminal activity.

I think you're overcooking the chicken, Susan.

It'll get tossed in court.

All Dale says is that he met with Carl.

A lot of cops meet with crims.

Why couldn't you get him to say any more?

I can't come out right out

and say "Hey, mate, tell me who killed the Hodsons?"

But you started talking about his kids

and his mechanic business... I made small talk!

You started talking about his wife when she showed up.

What do you want me to say? "Piss off, I'm taping this?" Fuck!

I got as much as I could.

I think you were right.

The conversation you had with Dale wasn't quite enough.

I know. I tried. We have Carl's statement.

His father's statement and a man I can only call Witness B,

but that won't be enough to charge Dale with the Hodson murders.

They're all criminals.

Unless a reputable witness corroborates it,

even Carl's statement won't carry much weight.

It's not my fault.

The Hodson murders go to the very heart of people's faith

in the criminal justice system.

I must solve them, you understand that, don't you?

I understand that you'd like to but...

No, no, no. Not like. Must.

After Dale is arrested, we're going to need you to testify.

About the meetings between him and...

Testify? I can't testify.

In open court?

We'll deregister you as Informer 3838

and then refer to you only as Witness F.

They'll figure it out.

When they hear what Witness F says, everyone will know it's me.

Even if they do, no-one's gonna care.

You're turning on a cop.

I won't testify at the committal. I'm not doing it.

Nicola.

You know I have you on tape

facilitating a meeting between Dale and Williams?

What are you getting at, Susan?

It's enough to charge you as an accessory.

Bullshit.

It's simple. Do you want to be a witness or the defendant?

Where's the bathroom? Is there a bathroom here?

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

Are you gonna do it?

If you make me give evidence,

when people find out it's me... They won't find out.

..all my cases will come under scrutiny, dozens of crims...

Nicola. Carl Williams will go free.

You'll be gone and I'll be dead.

A bullet in my head.

We'll protect you.

Yeah? Just like you protected the Hodsons?

(SIREN WAILS)

NEWSREADER: Alleged drug mastermind Tony Mokbel

fled Australia almost two years ago was captured in Greece today

after an exhaustive joint operation

between federal and Victorian police.

Despite his attempts to thwart extradition back to Australia,

Mr Mokbel is due to appear before the Melbourne courts

in the coming weeks.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hello?

Hello?

(LIFT MOTOR WHIRRS)

I'd like to say you get used to this type of thing.

You don't.

So Dale's committal hearing is set for early next year.

Before that, we'll need relevant statements.

For the hand-up brief so if we could do that today...

Witness F will be outed. Golly gee.

Yeah, it's possible.

And if that occurs, we think you should enter witness protection.

Look at me. Have you ever met someone more unsuited for...

WITSEC is for people who blend in.

I don't blend in.

No matter where you stash me, I'll be recognised.

Nuh, I'm staying put.

Well, that's your choice.

But I would keep as low a profile as possible.

How? Tony Mokbel's back, he wants me to represent him again.

You can't. Tell him you have a conflict of interest.

(LAUGHS) A conflict of interest?

You don't say no to Tony Mokbel.

Well, you better figure out a way.

I can't represent you anymore, Tony. What do you mean?

Just with everything, you know?

Cops already think I tipped you off when you jumped bail and went O-S.

Yeah, but you didn't!

They got no proof, so fuck 'em.

Yeah, but...

Oh, there are just too many... conflicts of interest.

What's going on? Nic?

Nothing.

So you think you can just do this?

Just walk away?

Yeah, I gotta.

I do.

So you don't think I kept records? Hmm?

Tapes of you and certain people in compromising positions?

Tapes of you fucking certain people in compromising positions, Nicola?

Go on. Show the tapes. Probably get me more work.

(LOCK BLEEPS AND CLICKS)

And that was the last time I saw Tony.

He's been locked away ever since.

After all, he didn't have me representing him.

Meanwhile, the Hodson murders remained unsolved.

Taskforce Petra will take over the investigation

into the murders of Terrence and Christine Hodson.

I personally will be on the steering committee.

We will not rest until the killers are brought to justice.

The police kept trying to pin it on Paul Dale.

I almost felt sorry for him.

And how is it that you own a mechanic business in Wangaratta

and a large house... I saved. That's how.

You look at my finances,

I'm sure you already have,

there's nothing dodgy there.

In 2004, you use a burner phone

registered under the name Darren Johnson

to contact Nicola Gobbo.

Did she tell you that?

Well, you contacted her over 150 times.

Was that to organise meetings between you and Carl Williams?

I never met with Carl Williams. Not like he said.

Why so many calls to Ms Gobbo?

I used phones purchased under a false name to contact her

because we were having an affair.

You were having a sexual relationship with Ms Gobbo?

I wouldn't call it a relationship.

It was more like a one-night stand.

And I used a burner phone because...

..I didn't want my wife to find out.

She denies any sexual relationship with you.

Do you believe her?

OVERLAND: Do you think we're moving too fast?

Dale doesn't look like he's about to crack.

Nicola Gobbo. She puts Dale close.

She's the key.

Yeah.

Hey!

You don't look so good.

People keep saying that.

Who said telling the truth is a virtue?

How are you doing in here?

Yeah, prison is a barrel of fun.

I could tell you stories about the times in here.

Yeah.

You know how much I love a good story

but I don't much feel like it.

You angry at me, Juicy? Why would I be angry?

I was forced into it,

the cops made me turn on you.

Did you send me to prison so that I'd hate you?

Were you that scared?

Juicy... Why did you tell them about the van?

I was trying to help you. You got me fucking arrested!

I got you an 18-month sentence.

I'm not some client you do deals for. It was me, Nic. ME!

Tudge is doing 15 years.

You were gonna get caught. Get the same as him. I got you out.

IT WAS MY LIFE!

I MAKE THOSE CALLS. NOT YOU!

Guard, get me outta here.

Oh, Nicola, it has been so long! That's my fault...

No, no, don't touch. Please. I'm sick.

Kids. You know they should really be called?

Little germ bags.

My God, it's such a relief

leaving them with the nanny for a couple of hours.

How many kids you have now? Three. You should remember that.

Yeah, course I remember.

Just so much going on, you know?

Thought I might have missed one.

It's nice to see you out of the house for a change, Nic.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, yeah. Great.

Are you in trouble?

When haven't I been?

You were right, Emma. I am addicted to it.

The life.

Oh, sweetheart.

After all his complaints about me being an informer,

it was sort of ironic when the chooks came home to roost for Carl Williams.

What's the matter? Nothing.

You're looking at me like I got a turd on me head.

Do I have a turd on me head?

Do I have a turd on my head?

No, there's no turd, mate.

Then what's the matter? Rumours, mate.

What rumours?

Word is you talked.

You know I stick, Fat. Yeah, we know, Carl, but people...

You think after all this time I'd turn dog?

You're looking at 35 years. Fuck you!

I'm just saying what the other... We've been mates 15 years.

I know. Don't say it again.

You think the same, Mattie? You think I'm dogging?

Look, I've been making some shit up, alright? Stringing the jacks along.

Getting some perks.

I chose to be in this unit with you blokes because we're mates.

And you know me. I'm no dog.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Mattie?

Yeah, Carl. We're all good.

And you bring me the next fuckin' prick who calls me dog.

For the moment, Carl convinced them he was staunch.

But right about then, his old mate Rod Collins

was convicted for two murders he did 20 years ago.

He killed a crim and his wife.

Cops figured these past murders put Collins in the frame for the Hodsons.

That's the Abbeys. And the Hodsons.

Both execution style with collateral damage.

Same MO as the Hodson murders.

What, because there's a bloke and a chick?

That's the only similarities I see.

So the fuck what?

So the fuck you're in here for 32 years, Rod. You're 53.

Do you want to get out of here alive?

Carl Williams gave us a statement

saying that you did some work for him.

What kind of work?

Why don't you tell us.

I think you mean round-the-house work. Yeah?

I did some gardening.

Washed his windows.

Hung his drapes, yeah? (LAUGHS)

Housework.

Are you finished playing around?

I'm playing around, am I?

How do I really know that you got a statement from Carl, huh?

He's in here.

Why don't you talk to him yourself?

If you back up his statement, maybe I can give you a future.

What about the Hodson reward money?

Well, if your information is on the mark,

I don't see why you can't split it.

Split it, hey? Me and Carl?

Halvsies? I don't think so.

I hear the cop you like for the Hodson murders

really has a really good alibi.

Aren't you worried about that?

Haven't you ever thought, like I do,

that when someone has a really good alibi

that just maybe they got something to hide?

(LAUGHS)

So Rod points the finger at Paul Dale

and the cops took the psychopath at his word.

(SIRENS WAIL)

Alright, let's go.

Paul Dale, we're here to arrest you

for the murders of Terry and Christine Hodson.

There's no need to handcuff me, I'm not gonna run.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

Geez, who do you think I am, Ned Kelly?

Got anything to say, Paul? Yes. I'm innocent.

Why don't you print that for once?

I'm being framed. Print that for once.

(PRESS CLAMORS)

It's fine. It's fine. Who are you being framed by, mate?

Get your hands off my wife. Get your hands off my wife!

Go back inside, Ditts.

Fuck!

If you plead guilty,

you'll get consideration in her possibly a lighter sentence.

I'm not pleading guilty to something that I didn't do.

They got me in solitary confinement.

I'm gonna be locked up next to fucking Muslim terrorists.

Why would I kill the Hodsons

if I had nothing to do with the Oakleigh robbery.

It doesn't make sense.

We have statements.

From who? From fucking Carl Williams?

He's lying.

He's looking at 35 years

and he's just saying whatever you want to hear.

What deal did you give him to make that statement?

Paul...

Has Dave Miechel ever implicated me in the robbery?

He's doing 15 years.

Why would he never mention my name once when he could've cut a deal?

I'll tell you why because he knows that I had nothing to do

with the robberies or the murder.

(PHONE RINGS)

Nicola Gobbo.

OVERLAND: Nicola, it's Simon.

We're close to moving forward - with all that's going on,

we think it is best if you would reconsider witness protection.

Your safety is our primary concern.

Simon. Nicola.

I've told you. I've told you.

Our assessment is word's out you're talking to us.

You're now at extreme risk.

If I go into witness protection... COLLINS: A dog is a dog, right?

If I got into WITSEC, everyone will know.

Know witness F is me.

My only way... Nicola...

The only way is to stay in the open.

Hide in plain sight.

Nicola. My only shot.

Plausible deniability.

You know what that is, don't you, Simon?

Hey, dog.

Amongst it all, Juicy had served his time.

It was really good to see him.

I mean that.

Why'd you want to see me?

Just... after next week,

I might be going away for a while

and I wanted to apologise.

Make amends, hey?

Bloody steps without being in AA.

They pushed me around.

Cops. Crims. Everyone.

Nic, no-one pushed you around.

You might think I don't but I know you.

You love making things happen.

Being at the centre was always about you.

What I don't understand...

Why didn't you give us a chance?

I like to surround myself with terrible men. You know that.

Give me an answer.

Did you ever really think we'd end up together?

In Sorrento with a dog?

A white fence and yoga classes?

I'd have the dog.

It's not me.

Not you, either, Mister Three Daughters With Three Women.

You got my number.

We should grab a meal sometime, hey?

I'd like that, Kevin.

I was too scared to fight them anymore.

So I finally agreed to accept police protection.

But I didn't settle too well.

I was moved more than a dozen times.

38 flights in ten months.

$76,000 in hotel rooms.

$43,000 in allowances.

Until finally... they settled me in Bali.

For 24 hours a day,

my police protection watched me smash cocktails at the bar.

You know who you remind me of?

What's-his-name from 'The Muppets'.

Beaker. That's it.

Look it up. I'm not lying.

Do you know what I'm gonna do when all this is over?

When I'm rid of you lot?

I'm gonna open up a juice bar.

No more grog. No more nothing.

Nicola. Someone here to see you.

Ooh, a visitor.

Terima kase.

Hello, Chikka.

I'll need to speak with her alone.

Hey. Hello.

I was talking to someone in Melbourne.

Yeah?

Told me some things.

He said they're gonna present you as a witness

at Paul Dale's murder committal.

That's the plan.

He said you've been informing against your own clients.

Is that true?

Don't look so shocked.

I crossed that line a long time ago.

You know me.

I'm an all-or-nothing girl.

Who knows about this?

That you've been informing against your clients?

My handlers.

Simon Overland.

A few others.

That's it.

Chikka. Susan.

Commissioner Overland. Congratulations on your promotion.

Thank you.

I heard you spoke with Nicola Gobbo.

How can you use Gobbo as a witness?

As an informer in her own case if she was their lawyer?

She was never representing them. She was one of them.

A lawyer can't snitch against your clients.

That's as basic as it gets.

Every time we register an informer, there's a source test.

'Will their evidence withstand scrutiny?'

'Would using it be ethical?'

Gobbo doesn't satisfy any of that.

You want me to use the greater good argument

or the desperate times, desperate measures argument.

Don't patronise me. I'm not.

But you must understand that Nicola Gobbo

is the glittering prize,

the insider we've been wanting for years.

If she can bring Dale to trial,

then she insists that she wasn't his lawyer.

It doesn't matter what Nicola insists.

If Dale thought she was his lawyer, then she was.

You studied law, you know that.

If her testimony is allowed,

it'll set a precedent that Victoria will be stuck with forever.

You think a judge is gonna overlook 200 years of legal privilege...

I say her testimony will withstand scrutiny

and a judge will see it our way. (SCOFFS) Come on.

There was a problem and I put methods in place to fix it.

And it has been fixed.

What you're doing goes against the code of every police...

Killing in front of kids! Killing innocent wives!

Crims have no code!

We're the fucking police.

We're supposed to be better than them.

And if her informer status comes out,

all the convictions in her cases will be thrown out.

Can you say 'Royal Commission'?

Are you threatening me? No, I'm telling you straight up.

I think you've made your point, Chikka.

Get Gobbo back to Melbourne. Bring her back now.

NEWSREADER: Former drug squad detective Paul Dale

has been released on bail

ahead of his trial for the murder of police informer Terrence Hodson.

We go live now to the gates of Barwon Prison

for this special report.

How does it feel to finally get released on bail.

How do you think it feels?

They kept me in there for seven months.

What do you plan to do now? I'm gonna prove I'm innocent.

You'll see.

Do you have any last words for Victoria Police?

I would just like to say that the Victoria Police lost its way

when it walked into Barwon Prison with an open chequebook

and accepted the ravings of a criminal

who is prepared to say anything for a reduced sentence.

Excuse me. So Carl Williams is lying?

Yeah. Yes. Mate, yes. He's lying. He made everything up.

And I'll prove that at my committal hearing.

Don't tell me to calm down.

Nicola.

Dale's out. Why did you let him out?

The judge decided that after seven months, bail was a suitable option.

Fuck me! I'm gonna have another stroke.

Don't do that. You testify on Monday.

Get out.

Get the fuck out of my house!

I'll look after myself.

Yes, of course I was scared of testifying.

Luckily, I didn't have to.

Commissioner, have you got a minute?

What's she done?

They say it's stress-related. I wonder why.

I'm glad to see you're feeling better now.

This looks better?

Simon, I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

You're not having a nervous breakdown.

And I've been doing some thinking.

I can't work as a lawyer anymore.

It's gone. I'm finished.

So I've been thinking, I need some recompense.

Recompense?

$20 million.

That should last the rest of my life.

That's not... There's no way. It's what I want.

20 million.

So the committal hearing was delayed

while the police figured out what to do.

But no one could've expected what happened next.

♪ Now I wanna be your dog

♪ Now I wanna be your dog (INMATES HOWL)

♪ Now I wanna be your dog... ♪

Heard you're making the front page tomorrow, mate.

(BARKING, HOWLING CONTINUES)

♪ Come on! ♪

(DOOR OPENS)

What you doing, Mattie?

Just airing it out.

♪ The devil, my conscience, and I

♪ Had a discussion about you

♪ My conscience convinced me last night

♪ To turn around and come back to you

(SIREN WAILS)

♪ The devil said "Why do you pick the one girl..."

Something terrible's happened.

Carl's dead. Yeah, Carl hit his head.

With Carl's death, there was no witness.

So the committal into Paul Dale and the killing of the Hodsons

was never held.

Paul got his life back.

As for me, I had one last thing to do.

Lawyer up.

So we are agreed. $2.9 million.

As compensation for loss of future income.

I was assured that I be compensated

for helping Victorian police and be left no worse off.

$2.9 million is a bargain.

We've all heard your arguments, Ms Gobbo, and accepted the sum.

There's no need for more grandstanding.

It's in the best interests of everyone in this room

that the amount paid, and your role as a police informer

is never revealed.

So would anyone like to add anything to the record?

Yes, I wish to add something.

When we realised that Ms Gobbo must be called as a witness,

Victoria Police immediately stopped using her as an informer.

I want that on the record. So noted.

I want it noted that Victoria Police broke no laws

in using Ms Gobbo as a source.

The first duty of any officer is to preserve life and property.

That is instilled in us at the outset of our careers.

I was trying to clean up the streets of Melbourne.

That was the right thing to do.

It was my job.

And I did it.

And if I may add, no matter what anyone says,

I was on the side of the angels.

And if I may add, for the record,

everything I did was done out of my sense of duty

to serve justice and not help criminals.

I was motivated by altruism, rather than personal gain.

Anything told to me about crimes being planned or committed

cannot ever fall under the protection of legal privilege.

That is just thieves, murderers and drug dealers complaining.

386 people were arrested because of information I provided.

And $60 million of assets was recovered by the State of Victoria.

I too was on the side of the angels.

You think that? That they're both on the side of the angels?

Doesn't matter what I think.

You've clearly made up your mind.

Why do you think she did it?

I think Nicola liked being in control.

And it blew up in her face.

If this comes out, Informer 3838,

their own lawyer working against them,

can you imagine the shit storm?

Crims will be jumping up and down to be set free.

This will never come out.

♪ Just looking for a protector

♪ God never reached out in time

♪ There's love, there is a saviour

♪ But that ain't no love of mine

♪ My love it kills me slowly

♪ Slowly I could die

♪ And when she sleeps she hears the blues

♪ Sees shades of black and white

♪ Gotta stay cool You, hot, hot head

♪ Count to a thousand before you sleep in bed

♪ Read the news, pass the time

♪ Drink the juice, feeling fine

♪ Gotta stay cool You hot, hot head

♪ Count to a thousand before you sleep in bed

♪ Read the news, pass the time

♪ Drink the juice, feeling fine

♪ No-one wants to feel this sad

♪ Just looking for a protector

♪ God never reached out in time

♪ There's love, there is a saviour

♪ But that ain't no love of mine

♪ My love it kills me slowly Slowly I could die

♪ And when she sleeps she hears the blues

♪ Sees shades of black and white. ♪

Nicola Gobbo.