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Okay. We're in position.

Let's lock and load.

- Yep, lock and load... - Todd?

Just remind me what lock and load is again?

- Arm our weapons. - Oh, okay.

All right.

- You're the one that'll lock and load. - Just not so loud.

We're ready to rock.

- Lock and load or rock? - Both. Uh, rock first. Uh, go!

Hang on. Aren't you forgetting something?

- Uh, we've locked, we've loaded... - We've rocked.

- Your helmet? - Oh, no. I'll be fine.

- You're kidding me. - No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

You'd rather risk a bullet to the head than mess up your hair?

- As if I care about my hair. - Then put your helmet on.

- No! - Can we skip the small talk?

- My knees are killing me. - Okay, Kwong, standing by.

- We have eyes up. - What's "eyes up"?

Patched in, and we have a tracking lock.

- What's a... - Look it up later, Zac.

Copy that.

If your intel is correct, this could be the biggest drug lab in the city.

Time to put these guys out of business once...

Clear to proceed. Sorry.

- You go. - No, you go.

- Oh, and for all. - Maybe we should say "over".

- Operation Phoenix... - Over.

- ...clear to proceed. - Over.

Headcam's up.

Okay, stairs. Ascending.

Zac?

- What? - What're you doing?

- You want one? - Let's go!

Two, three...

- No, no, go the other way. Three... - Thanks.

Three, two...

One.

You're not fooling anyone, Granddad.

Let's see who's beneath the mask.

- Todd, her wig's not coming off. - This guy's not either.

- Ooh, he's bleeding. - Over.

A total failure.

- Oh, I think that's a bit harsh. - Well, how would you describe it?

- "Could do better"? - "You're through to the top eight."

- It was a complete cock-up. - Not true, sir.

- We found drugs! - Belonging to two pensioners.

- Diuretics are banned. - In the Olympics.

- There are others. - What is Rectinol?

You promised us a major syndicate.

Look, I don't think this is time to play the blame game.

- It's an official inquiry. - Oh, then it was Maddie's fault.

We were given false intel.

Inadequate surveillance of target location.

- There were so many stairs. - Todd had helmet hair.

- All right, Zac. - Are we still playing that blame game?

You're supposed to be a crack squad. You failed.

With respect, sir, when was the last time

you stepped out from behind that desk?

- Yeah! - When I lost this.

Wasn't that under a lawnmower?

- Enough! I'm putting my foot down. - Which one?

Sir, if I may say a few words on behalf of the unit...

- No, you may not. - Sure.

Nice work, Chief.

We're handing over Operation Phoenix to the narcotics squad.

What?

- You're kidding. - That's not...

- Why are we not happy? Oh, the blame game. - That'll be all.

So what's the story, Chief?

- Are we off the case? - Officially, yes.

- And unofficially? - Yes.

But when I set up this unit, I made you all a promise.

- Undercover parking. - Which, by the way, the swipe cards...

Full immunity. Your rules, my backing, no red tape.

- But the board said... - You leave me to deal with the board.

I can't afford to have my finest team sidelined, especially now.

What do you know about crystal meth?

She sang "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue?"

- That's Crystal Gayle. - All right, professor, what do you know?

Crystal meth is a powerful stimulant

produced from ephedrine or pseudoephedrine.

- Okay. Here we go. - Highly addictive.

Long-term users often end up violent, aggressive, or worse.

- Professional chefs. - Dead.

We've got to end this drug trade once and for all,

and you're our best chance. I don't care what the top brass say.

I'm not gonna stand by while you sit idle.

- You could sit and we'll stand. - No, Zac.

- We can all sit. - Zac!

We don't know who's behind this crystal meth scourge,

but we know he's out there... somewhere.

Mr Bang Choi, the shipment will be here in 48 hours.

Excellent. Let's hope for a safe arrival. That will be all.

No, no, no. Enough. Yep, no.

Leave it, leave it, leave it.

Kwong, we need a list of all...

All drug-related criminal activity in the last two years? There you go.

Looks like there's been a big increase in the last six months.

- Mhm. - A lot of it's centred along this end of the strip.

- Whose turf's that? - Used to be the Fachouks'.

Lebanese family who smuggled in high-grade marijuana from Bali

- hidden inside garden furniture. - They still dealing?

No, they discovered there was more money in garden furniture.

- I've got a water feature like that. - So someone else has moved in.

- Nature abhors a vacuum. - Says who?

- One of the Fachouks? - Aristotle.

Right, so all we've gotta do is find this Aristotle guy.

- No, the Greek philosopher. - I thought you said he was Lebanese.

Kwong, what can you tell us about crystal meth?

- And not the singer. - That's a little harder to find clear data on.

We know it's dealt mainly through the local nightclub scene.

A lot of clubs out there. How do we work out which one's dealing?

- I don't know, but I know the guy to ask. - Aristotle.

No, listen, let me finish.

It's been, like, six days, and still not fixed.

- Don't you call me a dickhead. - Well, well, well, well, well.

If it ain't our favourite small businessman.

Oh, my God, not now boys. Can't you see I'm busy?

- We need some information. - Who's dealing ice on the strip?

Oh, my God, are you for serious?

We hear there's been some big deals going down.

They're heavy dudes.

I swear, you don't want to mess with these people.

So where do we find these dudes?

You didn't hear this from me, all right? There's this place... You got a pen?

- I've got a good memory. - The south end of the strip,

Little Chinatown, like, two doors up from the surf club there's a lane,

- like, about 20 minutes... - Actually, I might need that pen.

Oh, my God, I'll make it simple. It's a strip joint called the Lucky Moon.

- And they're dealing meth? - Like, I've already said too much.

- Okay, the Yellow Moon. - Lucky Moon!

- Oh, my God, take my pen. - Oh, thanks.

- Let's get going. - Hang on.

We can't just walk in there.

They'll spot us as cops a mile away.

So how do we do it without tipping them off?

- Don't... Wait, I've got an idea. - No.

- You haven't heard it yet. - Does it involve both of us

dressing up as strippers?

- Uh, not exactly. - It's more like undressing.

- No! - It's the perfect cover.

- That's what you say every time. - When?

When? Uh, let me think.

Was it that diamond smuggling case?

Or was it the royal assassination scare?

That bio-terrorist attack.

We're sick of going on assignments in our underwear.

- Just one more time. - No, no, no!

- All right, we're all in position. - That's easy for you to say.

- How do we look? - Well, you could lose a kilo or two.

- Hey, this was your idea. - Relax, we've got your back.

Any trouble, just use today's emergency code word.

- Which is? - Eagle.

- Hang on, wasn't it eagle yesterday? - It's eagle every day.

Easy to remember. Or you can just say help.

- No, no. - Make that tomorrow's?

Hello, darling.

Welcome to the Lucky Moon.

Can we interest you boys in a private show?

Uh, look, I think we're fine.

You're more than fine, darling. You're gorgeous!

- What about you, darling? - Uh, aren't you a little old?

Old enough to know better.

Oh, trust me, sweetheart,

there might be a few miles under the bonnet,

but the chassis still rides well.

That doesn't actually make sense.

- You know what they call me 'round here? - A falls risk?

- A complete pro. - That's right, complete pro.

Sing out if you change your mind, darling.

- I think I'm getting a cramp. - First night for you?

Yeah. I'm Sapphire, this is Phoenix.

- I'm Angie. - You worked here long?

Long enough to know the rules.

Keep a customer happy, and don't ask no question.

They don't like no question.

- Who's they? - Neither do I.

We just want to know who we need to be careful of.

Hey, you new girls! Less talk, more titty!

Zac, Zac, take a look over there. Five o'clock.

- My five o'clock. - Right.

- No, that's seven o'clock. Back two hours. - Yeah, 'cause it's daylight savings.

- What do you see? - A pillar.

Right, 5:30.

- A curtain. - Other way!

- Oh! - Looks like there's action out back.

- How are we gonna get past those guards? - I don't... Wait.

Girls, we need some sort of distraction.

Okay, this is the last time.

Quick, let's go.

- Zac, what are you doing? - It's the last time.

Ah, gentlemen. Would you care to join me?

- Sure. - Thank you.

So, how may I help you?

We're interested in purchasing some... How do I put this?

- Drugs. - No, uh... merchandise.

What sort of merchandise are you seeking?

- Drugs. - Merchandise, Zac.

Uh, it depends. What are you selling?

- What are you buying? - We asked first.

- I mean, do you have merchandise? - Perhaps.

But we only sell to trusted clients,

and I have not seen you here before.

Yeah, we're, uh... we're new to the strip.

- Where are you from? - Perth.

- Sydney. - Well, which is it?

- Perth. - Nice try, gentlemen,

but today, shop is closed.

We really need to work out our back story.

- Yeah. - Uh-oh.

Eagle, eagle! Help?

That's tough out there. I don't know how you do it.

When I first came to this country,

it was not my dream to be a stripper.

So why do you keep working here?

I have no choice. I need the money.

Besides, I cannot leave. I know too much.

- What do you mean? - The girls, the cocktails,

it's just a front. You know where the real money is?

- Bottled water? - No. They sell the drugs.

- Meth. - Yes.

But if I was to tell you any more, they will kill me.

Angie, listen to me. We can help you.

- Who are you? - I can't say.

- You're cops. - How did you know?

- The questions, she can't dance... - All right, you joined the dots.

- You're also a little overweight. - Hey, don't push it.

Angie, if you tell us about the operation, we'll protect you.

Later. We better get back now before anyone see us.

Looks like it's bamboo curtains for you!

- Talk about saving face! - Todd, you okay?

No, I'm running out of racially-based put-downs. Hang on.

Sayonara, sucker!

- That's Japanese. - Same geographic economic zone.

Okay, looks like it's two to one.

So I'm gonna ask you very, very nicely. Drop it.

No, Zac, not you.

Todd, you make a run for it.

No way! I'm not leaving my wingman behind.

Not again.

- You go. - I'm not leaving you behind!

Think about it. There's no point in us both being killed.

- Yeah, well, I guess that's true. - Go.

You really don't think you're gonna make it?

- No. - Okay, 'cause I could...

Well, I guess it does make sense.

Are you certain? Because I can stay.

So, drop weapon and no one get hurt.

Ow!

We can do this the easy way, or we can do it...

- The hard way. - Hang on, let me get the options out.

- I want lawyer. - Guess you're going to be needing one.

Trafficking a commercial quantity of meth?

That's serious jail time, my friend.

- Unless... - Unless what?

- You tell us who you're working for. - Help us, or spend the next

ten years knitting barbed-wire baskets in a one-bunk room.

- What? - Yeah, I'm kind of lost myself.

- He's joining a craft group? - Prison! He's going to prison!

- Oh. Got it. - Prison!

- "One-bunk room"? - A little oblique.

What are the baskets for?

So we've worked our suspect over, got some info.

- Well done. - Just a matter of softening him up.

- Good cop, bad cop. - Then Maddie gave him a lap dance.

- And that's the last time. - Keep me posted.

- Guys! - What is it, Kwong?

Just been doing some digging on the Lucky Moon.

Turns out the registered proprietor is Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi.

- Where have I heard that name before? - On a menu?

What can you tell us about him?

He owns a string of nightclubs along the coast.

Well, he's got means of distribution.

- Any record? - Not so much as a parking fine.

- The guy's clean. - Maybe too clean.

I think it's time we paid our friend a visit.

- Yeah... what friend? - Bang Choi.

He's not our friend. He's a suspect.

- No, I was being euphemistic. - Oh, yeah. Oh, you were being... that.

Mr Bang Choi will see you now.

Is beautiful city, no?

That will be all.

- Oh, not again. - Might be the hinge.

I've got some WD40 in the car.

Enough! So, how may I help you?

We're here about the Lucky Moon. We believe you're the owner.

I am, as you say, the legistered proprietor.

- That's not what we say. - Zac...

We say "registered proprietor".

We believe your nightclub is being used to sell crystal meth.

- Histal meth, you say? - No, we say...

- Zac! - I am shocked!

I know nothing about such matters.

I pride myself on running clean ships.

I find that a little hard to believe, Mr Bang Choi.

- I don't like your tone. - I don't like your attitude.

- I don't like spiders. - Don't worry, Mr Bang Choi.

We'll put the pieces together.

- And when we do... - Yeah... What?

Tell me, Detective, do you play?

- Pray? - No, play. Play! Play chess.

- Sure. - We can learn much from chess.

Take the pawn.

They're humble, but can protect many squares.

But the rook no see.

- The wok? - The rook, the rook.

The rook go in straight line.

- State line? - No, straight line! Up and down.

It hard to talk allegory if you no understand!

In the position of endgame,

the pawn become queen and can kill at will.

Now, I am busy man, so unless you have further question...

- With the bishop... - Quit it, Zac.

And so, in light of these cutbacks, I can

no longer guarantee full operational support from the unit.

Yours, etc. Can you just read that back, Sophie?

- Read what? - Ah, okay. My mistake.

- Chief? - Yeah?

We think we've got a lead on our meth dealer.

It could be Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi.

- Hmm, what do we know about him? - He's a great chess player.

Well, for a start, he owns the Lucky Moon.

- Big leap to meth dealing. - Come on, Chief, the signs are all there!

Wealthy Asian businessman...

- And? - Well, the sign is there.

- Todd, we can't afford any more mistakes. - But, Chief, the guy's bad news.

What happened to no red tape, no interference?

What is it, Chief? What are you not telling us?

- They're trying to shut us down. - Oh, shit!

- Is it bad? - Who?

They say we're a rogue unit, that we don't play by the rules.

I couldn't give a stuff what those pen-pushers think!

- Todd... - We're not backing off! No dice!

It's funny. You remind me of your father.

He was a good cop. Busted for a crime he didn't commit.

- And three others he had a hand in. - Circumstantial evidence, Zac.

Chief, just give us one chance to nail Bang Choi.

- How? You've got no evidence. - Then let's do what we always do.

- Plant some. - No.

- Find some. No! - That we planted?

- We can't act without a warrant. - So what are we supposed to do?

- It's a tough call. - Oh, that reminds me! You had a call.

And I wrote it down, with a pen.

From, uh... Angie!

- Angie? Angie rang? - Yeah.

- Who's Angie? - She's the girl we spoke to at the club.

- No, I don't remember... - I told you! Forced to work there...

- No. - Leopard print G-string.

- Oh, Angie, yeah. - Oh, Angie!

Did she leave a message?

- Yeah. - Did you write the message down?

Uh... no.

Kwong, we need an address.

No answer.

- Huh? No idea. - Is it a movie?

It's obvious! We stay here, you two go 'round the back.

- Which one was the back? - This one! The pointing one.

- It's kind of ambiguous. - Just looks like you're angry.

- I'm not angry! - You sound angry.

Well, I'm angry now, but I wasn't before...

- Shh. - Who are you trying to shush?

- These are the guys that are talking... - Let's go round the back.

- That's what I was pointing... - Angry.

It's unlocked.

- Clear. - Clear!

Clear.

- Clear. - Guys... in here.

It's Angie.

Judging from the rigor mortis, I'd say she died several hours ago.

- Cash and card's still here. - Can't have been robbery.

Single shot, high calibre, back of the head.

100% a professional hit.

She came to this country to pursue a dream.

- Well, now that dream's turned into... - Hey, what's this?

- Can you let me finish? - Oh, sorry.

- A nightmare. - What?

From the dream, it's become...

- Well, it's lost its impact now. - Hey, take a look at this.

Kwong, I've just sent you a photo. Could be a clue.

- You received it? - Uh... no.

- You received anything? - Just a photo of you in the shower.

- Why are you holding... - Yeah, wrong album. Delete that.

I'll put it with the others.

What the hell is this?

- Looks like some sort of scribble. - That's not a scribble.

- What? - It's Mandarin.

It says "ssokamaru".

"Ssoka..." You speak Chinese? How?

It's a long story.

- _ - What did you just say?

It means "you look beautiful" in Mandarin.

- Would you teach me Mandarin? - I will teach you many things tonight.

Oh...

- I thought Mandarin took years to learn. - Ssokamaru...

- What could it mean? - I don't know.

- Why don't you ring that guy in the towel? - But it has to be some sort of clue.

- A clue... - A clue...

They told me you'd be here.

Sometimes you've just got to get away from all the bad stuff.

But the morgue?

Can we eat this?

- I think it's evidence. - So that's a no?

She was a good kid.

- Stripper? - You think she liked that?

Being leered at like some animal at the zoo?

- She wasn't in the cage. - I was speaking metaphorically.

- Oh. - She had no choice.

She was just trying to make ends meet.

You've never done something for money?

Something you'd rather not talk about?

There was this old lady across the road when I was a kid,

used to pay me to come over and clean her gutters.

- That doesn't sound so bad. - I was speaking metaphorically.

"Ssokamaru", it's gotta mean something.

A place, a person's name...

We've run it through every possible database.

- I don't think we're gonna crack... - I don't give up that easily!

- What about those spin classes? - I still go!

- Alcohol-free weekdays? - Can we not do this now?

That sponsor child?

Three years. Time to stand on your own two feet.

Kwong? We'll be right there.

"Ssokamaru." Look at the first two letters.

"SS" Of course! That's what we're chasing.

- Nazis? - A ship.

- A Nazi ship? - No.

No, the SS Okamaru.

- It's the name of a ship. - Doesn't sound German.

Not just any ship. It's a freight liner.

Registered owner, Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi.

That's what Angie was trying to tell us.

- What do we know about this boat? - Registered in Macau.

Every two months, the Okamaru arrives here via Thailand.

According to the customs manifest, it's to deliver rice.

I'm tipping that ship's bringing in something

- a lot more valuable than rice. - Prawn crackers?

- Drugs. - Oh.

- When's the Okamaru next due in town? - Tonight.

Well, this time there's gonna be a welcome party.

- Yeah. - Right.

- Us? - Yes!

- Just confirming. - 'Cause when you said party...

Right, let's get moving. Better grab wet suits,

grappling hooks, small arms, stun grenades.

- Is that a Nerf gun? - My nephew's birthday on Tuesday.

Had to hide it somewhere.

We should take some night vision goggles.

- Yep. - Anything else?

Todd, you all right?

Just remembering the last time I used a pair of these.

Okay, men, prepare to move out.

Hey, when you put these on, everything turns green!

You idiot! Run for it!

- Just put it on. - I just don't think we all need to wear one.

Oh, for God's sake, it won't mess up your hair.

- Will so. - Where the hell is the ship?

Won't be long now.

- I'm starving. - Me, too.

Come on, let's eat something.

No dice. We need to focus on the mission.

Don't you ever get hungry?

I once survived two weeks in the Gobi desert

on nothing but beetle wings and my own urine.

That must've been awful.

Well, the beetle wings were. Hang on, what's this?

A pair of binoculars.

It's the SS Okamaru. Right on time.

Looks like there's a welcoming party.

- A few of Bang Choi's henchmen. - Come to collect their latest delivery.

That's a lot of muscle for a food shipment.

How are we gonna get past them?

A little thing called the element of surprise.

Are you kidding me?

Hey, I'm leaving my purse here.

Kwong, you got eyes on?

- Copy that. - What can you tell us?

Main cargo hold is three flights down.

Rice!

- Maybe our intel was wrong. - Maybe.

- Drugs. - No, rice.

Oh, hang on.

Looks like our rice just became...

- Ice. - Let me finish.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

There must be over 500 kilos here.

Yeah. Looks like our love boat just became...

- A drug boat. - You did that on purpose.

- No, I didn't. - That's one of my better ones.

- Sorry, my bad. - Guys, FYI,

you've got tangos on your tail.

- What? - Deuces high, check your six, ASAP.

Sorry, that is just geek talk.

- Well, well, well. - Bang Choi's coming!

Thank you, Kwong. Talk about burying the lead.

- Welcome to my humble ship. - Bang Choi.

So this is how you're getting the meth in.

- Very clever, Detective. - But how'd you get it past customs?

It's just a question of greasing a few palms.

- Of what? - Greasing palms.

- So people look the other way. - The wok?

Then you sell it through your nightclubs.

We have many means of distribution for the precious cargo...

Are you putting subtitles on me?

- Just the key verbs. - Doing words.

Insolence! Tell me, Detectives, how did you find my ship?

Because a woman you had killed was brave enough to leave a clue.

- Take a look. - This is photo of you in shower.

Shit! Gonna delete that.

Enough! You meddle with my affairs.

It is time to settle score.

Should we just look at some sort of dispute resolution process?

I prefer something we call... _

"Death before dishonour."

Oh, you speak Mandarin, Detective?

- Mmm-hmm. - May I ask how?

- Don't ask. - There was a guy in a towel.

Kwong, can you remote-access

- the ship's sprinkler system? - Onto it.

- What was that? - Nothing.

Sounded like you were calling someone about the splinkler system.

No, she said "sprinkler system".

- Oh, my God! - You okay?

No, this is cashmere.

That's blue-on-blue, folks.

- Maddie, no! - This is for the murder of Angela Sing-Yong.

- Who? - Leopard print G-string.

Oh, yeah, Angie.

But Maddie, killing him won't achieve anything.

- I'd feel better. - Yeah, I guess there's that.

But he's not worth your badge.

Just as I thought. You do not have the... Ow!

Hey, my Nerf gun!

"Operation Phoenix hailed a success."

- Yep. - "Biggest drug haul in history."

- We get it, Chief. - I know it must be frustrating

having others claim credit.

- Only when you keep reading it out. - We're used to it, Chief.

Well, this city owes you all a great debt of gratitude.

Just doing our job, sir.

Thanks to you, that meth ring's been smashed,

the ship's been impounded, and those nightclubs shut down.

- So it's all ended well. - Angie's dead.

You really are a glass-half-empty kind of girl.

Speaking of Angie, her colleagues have got together

- and set up a scholarship in her name... - Good idea!

- Oh, lovely. - Great idea. Wonderful.

...to help young girls wanting to become strippers.

- Great idea. - Yeah, well done.

- No, it's not. - Glass half-full.

But most importantly, Mr Lu-Li Bang Choi

is now safely behind bars.

Time to play.

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