Original subtitles

I'd like you to supply me with product.

Heroin?

Cocaine.

Whoever hear of pot dealer needing shop?

Maybe he's branching out.

I've got a game changer coming up.

I want twice as much as Terry got.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

There's this cocaine vending machine in the middle of Kings Cross.

You've asked me to your house, and then you stab me in the heart.

- [FISTS SMASHING] - [ONLOOKERS CHATTERING]

You're fucking dead!

If you're looking for a pad to match this place,

you give me a call.

You say the sale price is 2.3 mil.

I want to take over his club.

Fat fuck George, he's all yours. Your lease has been terminated.

Steph is the new lease holder.

Me and Sam are her partners.

Hey Molly, Molly, you are burning them.

The key is to get in quick.

What happened?

Get in.

No, mate, this is crazy.

Dude, okay, okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Mate, hey. - [TRUNK DOOR SLAMS]

[BEADS RATTLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[ARIANNA] In a hurry?

Never, just work.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, I feel fine.

Just a little indigestion.

- Don't worry. - Mm.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Hmm.

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

- [CARTRIDGE CLICKS] - [GUN COCKS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[DOOR CLICKS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[LIPS SMACKING SOFTLY]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[TIRES RUMBLING]

[THEME MUSIC]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[JOHN] The cash flow from the new club

is going to pay off the house,

and then when I get over the initial hump,

I can think about buying another house.

It'll be a little Ibrahim empire.

Just think about it.

You know, you can stay whenever you like.

Close to your uni.

No more dodging your parents all the time.

You just call 'em and you say,

"Hey, listen, going to my friend's place."

You come here and we can...

[CORK POPPING]

Hang.

I don't fit in with all of this.

Oh, you think I do?

I've never been to a house with more than one toilet.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Is this about your boss?

[SHOES CLACKING]

If I don't stop him,

he's going to do what he did to you to another girl.

The only way to stop a bully is to bully them yourself.

- It's not that. - What is it then?

God, I've thought about stuffing that dickhead

in the boot and doing donuts, heaps of times.

Good.

Molly, what's going on?

You'll never be satisfied with just me.

What are you talking about?

Look at you.

You're already talking about the new club

and the new car and the new girl.

I'm only going to get in the way.

Molly.

You don't know that.

But you do.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

That's my taxi.

I asked him to wait.

[SHOES CLACK]

- [MOLLY WHIMPERS SOFTLY] - [SHOES CLACK]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FOUNTAIN SPLASHING]

[BIRDS WARBLING]

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

- [CAR HORNS HONKING] - [TRAFFIC HUMMING]

Hey, hold up, Constable. Cafe's closed.

Fuck off, you fucking muppet.

It's Mullet.

Get what?

Hey mate, this a private meeting.

Just getting a couple of coffees for the boss, carry on.

[GLASSES CLINKING]

[DISTANT POP MUSIC]

[DOOR BANGS]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[MULLET] Hold up.

Who are you?

Mullet, I got to pat you down.

You know who you're talking to?

Yeah, I'm talking to you, mate.

Joey said, all right, so just...

[SAM] Get your hands off him.

[JOEY] Hey relax, kid's doing his job.

[SAM] Oh, you want to see me do mine, Joey?

- Yeah, go. Have a go, have a crack. - Mullet, relax!

[JOEY] Come on, let's go inside.

[DISTANT POP MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

What the fuck he doing here?

[JOEY] He's good.

Take a seat.

You want coffee?

No, I don't want a fucking coffee.

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

Okay, who wants to start?

What do you think you're doing?

Making a living, just like you, Nasa.

No, not like me.

I call the shots around here.

You, you're just a drug dealer.

Yeah, well, maybe I don't need you anymore.

Maybe I'll talk to Ezra direct.

He'll spit on you.

Hey, you okay with this drugs on the street bullshit?

For fucks sake, we're getting the drugs off the street!

Wake the fuck up.

All right, coke's the new game.

I know it, Ezra knows it, you fucking know it too.

You're just too fucking stupid.

Nasa, put the fucking gun away.

[FIST POUNDING]

[JOHN] Fuck! Nasa. Nasa, just put...

- Nasa! - What the fuck you say to me, huh?

I'll teach you some respect, you fucking drug peddling scum.

Hmm?

Last chance, Nasa. Put the fucking gun away, mate.

Put it away.

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

Police, drop the weapon. Drop it!

Put the gun down, do it now.

- I'll shoot. - Oy, you're not shooting anyone.

Same team.

Hold your fire.

Nasa, hand the gun over, nice and easy.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[CARTRIDGE CLICKING]

[MOONEY] Out you go, out you go.

[WHISTLES] Hey!

Shit.

[CAR DOOR BANGS]

[MEN CHATTERING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[CRELLAN] That's the thing. You're not listening to me, Nasa.

[NASA] This is fucking bullshit. Stop him.

No, I do nothing.

[MOONEY] Well, who's the fucking idiot who pulled out a piece?

[CRELLAN] You can't do that shit in broad daylight, brother.

Okay? I should be fucking arresting you.

But I'm only confiscating your weapon

and sending you home with these boys.

No, my driver, he take me home.

I need you out of here so I can sort this shit out.

Get in the fucking car.

_

Who the fuck are you?

Detective Doyle, AFP.

Of course you're a fucking Fed.

You could've started a shootout there.

What, you think I had a choice?

I walk passed and see a guy waving a gun.

What do you expect me to do?

Read the fucking room.

We're in a month's long operation,

and you have just royally fucked us.

Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know what else I could have done.

Okay.

All right, I'll let you get back to it.

[CRELLAN] That's a good idea.

Guess I owe you a few cold ones.

Yeah, we'll hold you to that.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

Fuckable.

But with a step ladder though.

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

I can make more in a week with this stuff

than I can in a year with this stuff.

Fucking genius invention.

Dealer gets sprung, they just swallow the lot.

Why am I here, Joey?

[CHUCKLES] Fuck.

Everyone wants in on this, Sammy.

Amateurs, cowboys, fucking Viets.

I need you to keep 'em out.

Oh really?

- Yeah, really. - I already got a job.

Fuck.

I can pay fucking 10 times more than Nasa.

Hmm?

And as much of this shit as you can hammer.

Go on, it's not going to bite.

[TENSE MUSIC]

I don't do any of this shit.

[LAUGHS] Fuck.

Okay, well, how about cash then?

What do you reckon?

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

I reckon you need help.

[CAR DOOR BANGS]

Hey, what the fuck's wrong with you?

Sammy!

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PINBALL MACHINE RATTLES]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

[SHOES CLACK]

[UTENSILS CLATTER]

[SHOES CLACK]

Excuse me, may I join you?

You remember me?

May I sit?

Thank you.

I was just walking past, and I saw you sitting here,

and I'm here to offer you a proposition.

Go on then.

Joey Romano.

His cocaine.

I have guaranteed supply

far better than anything that he could provide.

And you have the venues to distribute.

Your lot is not welcome here.

We don't mix.

Change is coming, Mr. Shipman.

We'll see.

You know what, this is over.

Fuck off.

[PEN SCRATCHING]

If you change your mind.

[SHOES CLACK]

She's got some front, hasn't she?

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

- [MOTORCYCLE ENGINE HUMMING] - [ANNOUNCER SHOUTING]

PK!

Spare a twenty?

Jesus, Jools, get over here.

What's going on with you, huh?

You got to straighten yourself out, all right?

Yeah, I am, I am, I am, I am. Please.

Jesus, fuck.

Here, get yourself a feed, all right?

- Thank you. - Before you blow away.

Thank you so much.

[LOUD POP MUSIC]

[PK] Where the fuck is she going?

- [MULLET] Hey. - Hey, I want to see the man.

- Fuck off, Jools. - Oh, don't be a prick.

I told you. No pay, no play.

Unfucking believable.

Hey, big spender. Go on, get in there.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Club's closed, boys.

- We just want to go in. - Go on, piss off, Bigfoot.

- Come on. - Piss off!

[BIGFOOT] What's with you, mate?

- [MACHINES BEEPING] - [DOWNTEMPO MUSIC]

[JOOLS] Hey.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Thanks, lovely.

[AIR WHOOSHING]

[JOOLS] Fucker!

Move!

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Oi, oi!

Oi! [WHISTLES]

Come here, get in here! Use your fucking legs!

[WALLS CRASHING]

- [MACHINES CRASHING] - [GLASS SHATTERING]

- [FISTS SMASHING] - [MEN SHOUTING]

[WALLS CRASHING]

- [FISTS SMASHING] - [MEN SHOUTING]

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait!

[FIST SMASHING]

[AXE CRASHING]

[DEALER GROANING]

- [MEN SHOUTING] - [FOOT POUNDING]

- [FISTS SMASHING] - [MEN SHOUTING]

Got it, let's go!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[JOOLS] Ah, fuck yes, fuck!

- [MULLET] What the fuck Joey? - [JOEY] Fuck!

[JOOLS] What! What?

Fuck!

What the fuck did they get?

- What the fuck did they get? - They took everything!

Fuck!

- Mullet! - Joey!

[MULLET GROANS]

Who the fuck was it?

I don't know. They had fucking balaclavas on.

Fuck!

- Fucking hell! - Joey, I'm fucking sorry.

- Fuck! - Fuck.

[MEN CHEERING]

_

_

[MADAME TIEN LAUGHS]

_

_

They don't know who the fuck we are!

_

_

_

[SOMBRE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]

[SHOES CLACK]

[MAN] Hey, spender!

[INTENSE HIP HOP MUSIC]

[EZRA] So 1967, I was a 10 pound Pom.

You know 10 pound Pom?

All right, so ass out of my pants,

and nothing in my pockets, right?

And here you are, you see that building down there

on the corner, the brick one?

It's mine now.

And then that one, the one next to it.

You see that one? That's mine and all.

And then further down the street, right?

- And... - Yours?

Yeah, yeah, it's all mine.

The real estate thing is, you know,

it's up and down, man, but it's really fucking fun.

- You called me? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Someone took a shot at...

- Lasers. - Lasers, yeah.

- I heard. - Yeah, was it you?

They were wearing balaclavas. I wouldn't ruin my hair.

So, is Nasa...?

- No. - No?

[TONY] You saw him slam a gun in Romano's face.

It wasn't Nasa. He would've asked me and Sam. He didn't.

I don't know why we don't shut this place down.

Put Joey back in his place.

A man's got a right to earn a living, don't he?

Yes, he does, but he's creating chaos.

We should be backing Nasa because it's business

we actually understand.

John, cocaine's here whether you like it or not.

It's not fucking going anywhere.

Maybe it's time for Nasa to step down, right?

He's not going to retire. It would look like he was pushed.

Well, and he'd be right, wouldn't he?

No, okay, you and Sam, you step up as shot callers,

and Nasa, he gets to put his feet up.

Talk to him, Johnny. He trusts you.

That's not going to happen.

Do you want this?

You really, you really want all of this?

'Cause it can hurt.

John, it can really fucking hurt.

[INTENSE MUSIC]

John.

Go home.

Think about what Ezra said.

Think really fucking hard.

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[SAM] It's never going to happen, Johnny.

That's what I told him, but Nasa might not have a choice.

You do some push-ups.

You understand that he brought us into this game, yeah?

I know that.

[SAM] He's like family, John.

Yeah, if we don't give him a nudge, someone else might.

At least this way we can look after him.

Joey Romano wants to get rid of him as well.

You know he offered me a gig?

What, you too?

- Did you say yes? - No.

- Did you? - No.

- Good. - Good.

All right, show me this combo, dickhead.

- [GLOVES POUNDING] - [JOHN GRUNTING]

Not bad.

What do you mean not bad?

Technique's fucked.

Okay. I don't trust any of these pieces of shit, especially Ezra.

Yeah, well, the weird old fuck, I never know

whether he's threatening me or coming onto me.

You think everyone's coming onto you.

It's just this charisma and charm of mine, man.

- Oh no, John. - No seriously, it's a curse.

John, please don't start this shit.

They're out there floating around. It's affecting everybody.

- Someone might get hurt, Sam. - Stop!

- [JOHN] No, I'm serious... - [GLOVE POUNDS]

[JOHN GROANS]

[SAM LAUGHS]

- That was good, huh? - Uh huh.

[SAM] You liked that? You want another one?

[JOHN] No, I don't want another...

[SAM] If you want another one, keep talking.

[JOHN] No, it was a good one.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You know who I'd love to fucking slap?

Your mate, Ezra.

He's not my fucking mate.

Listen, we don't get into bed with anybody.

We should play this out and we see what happens.

We need to get ourselves into a position

where we don't need anyone, and that's why I buy stuff.

Yeah, what, like this million dollar house you can't afford.

Don't show Dad. He's going to think you're a wanker, John.

Don't worry, I'm not planning on it.

Any way, it's not about him.

Yeah, I know.

It's about that.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Listen, whatever you decide, I'll...

- Who the fuck is this guy? - Sam.

Hey, good to see you brother.

Good to see ya.

I'm Sam, pleasure to meet you.

Oh good, another fucking Sam.

I'm Tongan Sam.

Listen John, I can't be everywhere.

I can't keep up with all the shit they're just stirring around town.

You need a minder.

- I don't need a fucking minder. - You almost got shot

getting a coffee the other day.

- That was bad luck. - Bad luck?

You need 10 people looking after you.

Sam's the closest to that as I can get.

It's true.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Now, if I see you guys in the Cross

more than 10 feet away from each other,

I'll shoot the both of youse.

- Okay. - Good?

Good.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SHOES CLACK]

[JOHN] Thank you, Arianna.

_

You want to give me heart attack?

No, it's good for you.

Why are you here, Johnny?

What do you want?

This thing, does it really keep you safe?

Stop bullshitting, hmm?

I want to say something to you.

Yeah?! Say it.

I think you should speak to Ezra.

Clear the bad blood between you and Joey.

Fuck you. You don't tell me what to do, okay?

- Before things get out of hand. - Out of hand how?

Before someone gets killed, Nasa.

So this is what it's about, huh?

They want to get rid of me.

They think I passed it.

_

How about you, Johnny?

You want to get rid of me too?

You know we're solid, me and Sam.

You know that, that's why I am here.

Yeah, we're solid?

Well, fuck you.

And fuck sucking Ezra's dick.

Just think about it.

Get out of my house.

_

[TENSE MUSIC]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[CAR DOORS BANG]

[SAM] You all right?

No, I'm good.

Stubborn prick won't listen.

You can only do so much, Johnny.

What the fuck does that mean?

Nothing.

[SEATBELT RATTLES]

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[MAN] And we eat it, too. Evening, Nasa.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[EZRA] All right.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

You have something you want to say to me?

You want to do this here?

Here, now.

Okay, go on then, okay.

I build a world, make everybody here a lot of money...

...but no drugs.

We agreed, this was our honour.

And now you want to fuck me over for this shit, Joey Romano?

We have system.

It works.

[HAND PATS] I'm the system.

Just...

Just go away.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

All right, call it.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[TIRES RUMBLING]

Mate, how are ya?

All right.

So the boss pointed John Ibrahim in Nasa's direction.

Now either the kid didn't fucking understand the message,

or Nasa chose to ignore it.

So now it needs to be done in a way that can't be ignored.

[CRELLAN] Yeah.

With the kid present.

All right, no worries.

- Yep. - All right. Thanks

- I'll see you soon. - See you mate.

- [ENGINE REVVING] - [TIRES SCREECHING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

[UPBEAT POP MUSIC]

[HEELS CLACK]

Fuck, here comes Charlene.

You think I should fucking talk to her?

[CRELLAN] All you'd ever get is the friend zone, mate.

- At best. - [MOONEY] What the fuck do

they keep in those cases?

Dildos, frangers, cut lunch?

Jesus, check out the one with the fucking hoop earrings.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, he's the sort.

What?

For fuck's sake, it's a bloke.

Jesus Christ, you can't tell these days, man.

Fucking hell.

Here.

Oh, hang on, here they are.

Showtime.

Give him a second to go in.

[CRELLAN] Come on, come on.

[CAR DOORS BANG]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

- You're late. - Am I?

Speak to Ezra yet?

Fuck Ezra, okay.

- Is all the money here? - Yeah, all the money's there.

What are you guys doing here?

- Crellan. - Nasa Kalouri, we believe

you're in possession of a prohibited drug listed under Schedule 1

of the Drug Misuse and Trafficking Act. Take a stand.

- That's fucking bullshit. - Get out of my office, huh?

Get out from behind the desk.

- Stand up. - Where are your warrant?

I don't need a warrant if I believe you

have a firearm or drugs on your person.

[NASA] You fucking dog. I know who send you, huh?

You do this to me now, Crellan, huh?

Look what we got here?

- You just fucking planted that. - You are done.

- Let go of me. - You stay still, stay still.

You do this to me now, Crellan?

This is not a good idea doing this to him.

_

- [MOONEY] Let's go! - Are you seriously going to do

- that to him, of all people? - [NASA] Let go of me, you fucking dogs!

Crellan, you'll fucking regret this.

- Let go of me! - Just be careful with him.

[NASA GROANS]

Stop being so fucking rough with him.

[TENSE MUSIC]

You want to get done for assaulting police, mate?

What fucking police?

[MOONEY GRUNTS]

Fuck, hey? Fucking smart ass, get down.

Huh, yeah, want to get done, fucking stupid?

Huh?

Watch your head.

[JOHN GROANS]

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

Get the fuck out of here.

You get the fuck out of here too.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[COUPLE MOANS]

[WOMAN MOANS LOUDLY]

[SAM CHUCKLES]

Lucky I'm fit.

[WOMAN LAUGHS]

Why do I never see you with a girl?

I don't know, maybe they're scared of me.

Don't you like girls?

It depends on the girl.

I like you.

[BAG RUSTLES]

You ever had sex with this?

It's wild.

I don't do any of that shit.

Well, you've got to try it once.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[BAG RUSTLES]

[SIREN WAILING]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

All right, you're free to go, mate.

[PHONE RINGS]

What the fuck was that about?

Why roll Nasa?

You know, for a smart fella, you're acting pretty dumb, John.

You backed the wrong horse, mate.

[TENSE MUSIC]

They are the criminals, okay?

This is how crooked the cops are.

They're loading me up and they couldn't even get that right.

Wait, is this an example of police corruption?

Nasa, is that what you're saying?

Who are these policemen?

No more comments.

Is there corruption within the New South Wales police force?

Answer my question. Why would they want to frame you?

[TIRES RUMBLING]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SHOES CLACK]

[DOYLE EXHALES]

[FILE SLAPS]

- Ah. - Ah, you must be Doyle.

- Doug Kemp. - Inspector.

Nice to have a girl on the team.

Welcome to Taskforce HQ.

Early days, but we'll be up and running soon.

Legals and accounts are over there.

We've got the investigators down here on the shop floor,

and tech heads through that door.

I kid you not, they must have brought at least a truckload

of surveillance gear with them.

Still, best to keep them as far as possible

from the humans, huh?

Okay, find yourself a desk.

Okay.

I heard a rumour you've been out and about already,

bailing up the locals?

That was, that was a misunderstanding.

Well, let's hope there aren't any more.

Yes, sir.

Ah, here he is.

I'm assuming you two haven't met yet.

- No. - Luke O'Neill,

on loan from our friends in WA.

Liz Doyle, AFP, you'll be partnering up on this one.

- Doug Kemp. - Good to meet you, sir.

So this is it?

Yeah, wait till the rest of the team fly in from interstate.

Right, and what's our current status?

We're still in the zombie zone.

Waiting on official go ahead, but don't worry.

We won't be sitting on our hands. We start work right now.

Oh, and if we don't get the green light, sir?

Then nothing will ever change, will it?

So how are we supposed to function without official sanction?

Well, we use our fucking initiative Doyle.

Don't we, Luke?

You want to do something useful?

Familiarise yourself with the neighbourhood.

It's going to be your second home.

Oh, and ask the detective to tell you

about her morning coffee break the other day.

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

I can show you around if you like.

I'm staying there.

In the Cross?

You live in Kings Cross?

Come on, let's get some fresh air.

[SHOES CLACK]

So what's the go with the morning coffee break?

Oh god.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE BUZZING]

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

There's a system operating here, believe it or not.

Actually, it's more than that.

Now, this is going to sound nuts, but it's an ecosystem.

So everyone feeds on everyone else,

and it keeps it all in balance somehow.

Ecosystem, really?

Yeah, you'll see.

That's new.

The Vietnamese dealer operating here.

[LUKE] A foreign element in the ecosystem?

Watch.

[SOFT ROCK MUSIC]

Wait, did I just?

Keep watching.

[MEN SHOUTING]

- [FISTS POUNDING] - [VICTIM GROANING]

What, that was a random act of violence?

There's nothing random about it, Lukey.

[SOFT ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]

They had half their bloody team there.

Yeah, but you're not taking into account

that it was at Lang Park. [HAND KNOCKING]

Yeah, mate, but they should have smashed him, seriously.

Come in if you're good looking.

I don't think the Bunnies are going to make it, mate.

They're fucked.

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh, Ms. Doyle.

Plastic fantastic.

Guilty as charged.

Grab a seat.

Friend of mine, Detective Sergeant Luke O'Neill.

Declan Mooney, Detective Senior Constable.

Good to meet you.

Detective Senior Sergeant Crellan.

[MOONEY] Another plastic?

No, state copper, WA.

Ah, jeez, you're a long way from home, mate.

What brings you to this side of the country?

Ah, bit of work experience.

Look, I just wanted to apologise again

for my major stuff up the other day.

I appreciate it.

No worries.

I know what it's like to lose all that groundwork.

It happens.

Well, now I have to fill in a detailed report

on the whole thing because I drew my gun, blah, blah.

It's just a pain in the ass.

I might as well have shot him.

You almost bloody did.

[MOUTH SLURPING]

Ugly looking crew at that table. Were they club owners?

Some.

That fella with the gun, is he the main man?

- What's his name? - You ask a lot of questions, don't you?

Yeah, it comes with the territory.

Yeah, he is the main man.

His name is Nasa Kalouri.

How do I spell that?

K-A-L-O-U-R-I.

Is this important to your investigation?

Yeah, it could be.

Did you ping him for gun charges?

No, we're looking further up the chain.

Afraid I can't say any more than that.

It's a little bit like you not telling us

what you're doing here, isn't it?

[TENSE MUSIC]

Fair enough.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

Thanks for dropping by.

Oh, I still owe you that drink.

I look forward to it.

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR BANGS]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

The fuck up at the Cosmopolitan.

[EZRA] Yeah?

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

[ALLEN] The cop that intervened,

turns out she's a Fed.

[EZRA] Oh yeah?

She's followed up on Crellan.

The question is, what's a Fed doing

sniffing around the Cross?

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

Well, what are you asking me for? You're a copper.

I'm just a shit kicking state copper, Ezra.

The Feds don't speak to me unless they absolutely need to.

In fact, no one's talking about it,

which suggests to me we might have a problem.

What the fuck am I paying you for?

Your lot sticking guns in each other's faces

in fucking broad daylight isn't helping much.

[CHICKEN FEED SLAPPING]

You know, I love chickens.

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

My mum kept chickens.

- Your mother? - Yeah.

[ALLEN] She still alive?

I have no idea.

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

[CARDS SLAPPING]

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

All right.

Take a pew.

So you want to do this thing?

I'm happy where things are.

Oh, that's disappointing.

Disappointing because I'm not going to do

your dirty work for you?

Yeah.

[CARDS SLAPPING]

So what do you know about these Vietnamese dealers then?

They turn up sometimes, we sort them out.

Well, you might want to sort 'em out

before they get here next time.

[TONY] You know this group here, Tien?

Yeah.

Well, find her and tell her to stay

in Cabramatta where she fucking belongs.

And take your brother with you.

And could you try

a bit harder this time?

Sure.

Thanks.

Hey.

That's her number.

Don't lose it.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[TIRES RUMBLING]

[TONGAN SAM] Sure this is the right address, Johnny?

[JOHN] Oh, that's what he said.

Doesn't look right to me.

Oh, I knew it, this is fucked.

What?

Ezra wanted me to bring Sam.

You know why?

Because he wants us to take these pricks on.

Obviously start a war.

How come?

He wants us doing Joey's dirty work for him.

Cunning old fuck.

It's okay, we go inside.

No, no, no, hey, just you stay here.

I don't want to start anything.

And what if they do?

Just stay and look out, will ya?

_

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I don't know what you're saying.

_

Hey, buy me a drink first.

_

- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] - [DOOR CREAKS]

[MEN SHOUTING]

[HIP HOP MUSIC]

_

[HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[BEADS RATTLE]

[BEADS RATTLE]

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What the fuck is this?

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Oh, you like to play with guns, hey?

Okay, I have one for you too.

[TONGAN SAM] Huh? And you?

And what about you, pretty girl, you want one, huh?

Good.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

I will help you with that today.

[RIFLE COCKS]

That's cool, I have one too.

[RIFLE COCKS]

I have a bullet for you and you,

and your fucking girlfriend over here.

How about it, hey?

I can't hear you.

What the fuck is wrong with these people?

You want to lick something? Here, you can lick this.

Come, put your mouth here, huh?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

I'm Tongan, you racist fuck.

I'm not Maori.

[TONGAN SAM CHUCKLES]

[FIST BANGS]

Get the fuck out of here.

Come on, go inside.

Fucking kids.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[RIFLE COCKS]

Tea?

You're our guest.

You don't strike me as a rev head.

A good solid business.

A good solid way to wash drug money.

You are not here for friendly talk, are you?

You're here to tell me to stay away from Kings Cross.

- Yeah. - Or?

It's not really a choice.

Too late, we are already there.

My brother, Anh.

Well, mate, you wish you were.

Listen, my advice, just stay out of this before people get hurt.

Your people.

This is Ezra speaking.

I can hear his voice.

Are you happy to be a messenger boy?

I'm no one's messenger.

Aren't you delivering a message?

I'm delivering a message, but it's on behalf of my brother and I

because that's who you'll be dealing with.

Now look, I'm just, I'm trying to avoid drama,

because that's what smart business people do.

But, I'm beginning to see that might not be possible.

Where does Ezra fit?

I don't know, you'd have to ask him.

I've been watching you, even before your first club.

- I've been watching you. - I like you.

I respect you.

We are both children of war, refugees trying to make good.

We should be on the same side, working together.

You've been warned.

Thanks for the tea.

[TENSE MUSIC]

_

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

I'll be seeing you again, shithead.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

- [PHONE RINGS] - [WATER SPLASHES]

[WATER BUBBLING]

[PHONE RINGS]

[SAM] Turn on your TV right now.

[JOURNALIST] Just to be clear, you are alleging

that this is not a case of one or two corrupt police officers.

[NASA] No.

[JOURNALIST] What are we talking then?

The whole thing corrupt.

The entire New South Wales Police Force?

That's an extraordinary claim. What evidence do you have?

I keep a list of every cop I pay off.

[JOURNALIST] You're admitting that you've been involved

in illegal payments to corrupt police officers?

For protection?

[NASA] I have all their names.

Maybe 80 cops, they take my money.

[JOURNALIST] 80?

Why speak up now?

There was always the corruption, but now the cops,

they are working with drug dealers.

They're worse than criminals.

And because of these cops, my Kings Cross is dying.

And this break my heart.

[SAM SIGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Aren't you worried for your own safety?

If anybody come near me, I will tell their names.

[JOURNALIST] Do you think that'll be enough to keep you safe?

No, not enough.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BEADS RATTLE]

[DOOR BANGS]

[PATRONS CHATTERING]

- Can we sit down? - No.

No one sent us, Nasa.

We think you should go away for a while.

You do, huh?

This Ibrahim's best advice.

Yeah. You and Arianna.

Go to Lebanon, go to France.

Go anywhere else, just you can't be here.

It's not safe anymore.

You want me out of the way for speaking the truth, hmm?

Why don't you come stay at my place tonight?

Both of you?

Yeah, we'll make dinner.

I'll make some calls, book some tickets.

Whatever you need, you just tell us, we'll help you.

Why I take help from you, huh?

You two, you're never there for me anymore.

You, you're too busy making business deals.

And you, I don't know where you go.

Nasa, we're not trying to push you out.

We care about ya.

We can wait our turn.

Me in Lebanon, your turn come fast.

Come on, you know that's not true.

I not run away from nobody.

Nasa, you know these people.

They're not going to let this go.

2 Million people watch me on TV, okay?

If something happened to me, they know who did it.

But you'd be fucking dead.

Listen, out here is safest place for me to be.

In the open.

Don't worry, I not name their names.

I just say this to scare them.

[FIST BANGS]

Why are you being so fucking stupid?

- Leave. - Okay.

_

Nasa.

Go.

I want you to go.

No.

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[SAM] John.

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[DOOR BANGS]

Are you sure?

[SOMBRE MUSIC]

[SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES]

_

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

[DOOR BANGS]

[SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINES HUMMING]

[PEDESTRIANS CHATTERING]

[SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES]

Come here.

You're scaring me.

Fucking old bastard. I should shoot him myself.

Well, no one's going to believe him anyway.

How do I know, huh?

How do I fucking know?

Jesus, you're in knots.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Where's the remote?

Where's the fucking remote for this thing, man?

Where's the fucking remote, man?

Found it, here.

[REMOTE CLICKS]

[CAR ENGINE HUMS]

[CAR DOOR BANGS]

[HAND TAPS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[DRIVER] Hey, Nasa!

[GUNSHOTS BLASTING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[ARIANNA] Nasa?

Nasa?

Nasa.

Nasa, Nasa!

- [TENSE MUSIC] - [DOGS BARKING]

Nasa!

[TENSE MUSIC]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[TV REPORTER] In breaking news, a man has been killed

in a drive-by shooting earlier tonight

in a quiet suburban street here in Lindfield.

The dead man is Kings Cross identity Nasa Kalouri.

[SAM] Oh, fuck.

[TV REPORTER] Recently at the centre

of serious allegations against New South Wales Police.

[SAM] I knew it, I fucking knew it.

I knew it, man! I fucking knew it!

[DEMI] It wasn't your fault.

It's not your fault, Sam.

[TV REPORTER] Police have established a crime scene at...

- Look at me. - Fuck off!

[TV REPORTER] ...at the sight of the shooting.

Go, get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here!

[TENSE MUSIC]

[NOSE SNORTING]

[BOXING GLOVES POUNDING]

- [JOHN GRUNTING] - [BOXING GLOVES POUNDING]

[JOHN WHIMPERING]

[VELCRO RIPPING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[WATER SPLASHING]

[TV REPORTER] A burned out Mazda, police believe to be

involved, has been found in Zetland shortly after the incident.

Far out.

[TV REPORTER] Acting Detective Chief Inspector...

What's it mean for us?

[TV REPORTER] Homicide says the rise in shooting deaths

in Sydney appears to...

I don't know yet, but that turf war I mentioned,

a lot of folks are going to get burned.

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

- [CAR WHOOSHING] - [FLAMES CRACKLING]

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