All language subtitles for Last.King.of.the.Cross.S01E08.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

[door creaks]

-Spyro?
-John!

This chick Ash, she says
you got violent with her,

you broke her jaw.

Don't deny it Spyro,
I fucking know you.

You can't do that anymore.

[guns fire]

[Tony] Sam's in jail.

[Madame Tien] And I don't
want him coming out.

Neither do you.

-I can fix the problem.
-What? Permanently?

[phone rings]

[thud]

Who sent you?

I don't know.
Some Asian prick!

So you know anything about
this contract on Sam?

No.

[gunshots]

I can't believe
you fucking shot him.

Well what the fuck was I
supposed to do.

We are fucked.
Do you know that. Fuck!

The cops are asking
about the shooting.

Those gooks won't stop until
they find out who did it.

[John] The Viets,
they think Sam did it.

Tried to kill him
for it too.

The people who actually did it,
they need to fix it.

It'll be fixed.

[tense music]

[gunshot]

[wailing]

The Cross is a fucking circus,

and John just makes sure
it's not being run by clowns,

that's all.

[O'Neill] Right, so you'd say
he's the boss then, yeah?

Top of the totem pole?

[Doyle] We're trying
to help you Waali.

That's what indemnity
is all about.

But we can't make that happen
if you don't hold up your end.

What the fuck
you think I'm doing here?

Honestly! What do I think
you're doing here?

I think you're wasting
our fucking time

in telling us things
we already know.

Hoping it'll take care of your
drugs charge, which it won't.

We can only help you if you
tell us what we don't know.

Starting with ya mate.
John Ibrahim.

[John] Thanks mate.
Keep the change.

[man] Cheers mate.

[John] When I said I wanted to
take you out...

...I meant,
I wanted to take you out.

I know.

I'm not saying I
don't love the whole,

you know, al fresco thing,
it's just...

But it's not cool enough for a
first date with John Ibrahim.

Full name, huh?

I just didn't want
our first date to be

some other place you'd
gone to, some other time.

Why, do you think
you're special? Or...

Hmm, maybe.

Play your cards right,
and you might find out.

[upbeat rock music]

[moaning]

[slap]

Can I ask you something?

[sighs]

About an eight and a half.

Excuse me.

I mean, a few more minutes and
you could've cracked a nine.

-I'm serious.
-Yeah, so am I.

I don't know, I feel like you
rushed it at the end a little.

[Anastasia] You don't
remember me, do you?

Yeah. You're the girl
who loves hotdogs.

Not going to forget
that in a hurry.

[Anastasia] Oh, I met you when
I was like, just a kid.

You were clubbing underage?

[Anastasia] No, you idiot.

You came to our food shop.

You gave my mum an
envelope full of money.

And then every month after
that, some big islander guy

would do the same.

You were friends
with my brother.

You are...

...Spyro's little sister?

Mum always said that
you were some kind of saint

for what you did for us
after he died.

She's going to flip.

[Anastasia laughs]

But what were you
going to ask me?

It's nothing.

[theme music]

[TV news reader] The judge
investigating police corruption

in New South Wales, says it's
time to rebuild the service.

[female TV news reporter]
What many are calling

the most
consequentially inquiry

in the history of the
State's Police Force.

Headed up by Supreme Court
Justice, Bernard Jones.

Allegations of corruption
continue to reach

into the highest levels
of the police force.

For corrupt police,

it's the last chance
to escape prosecution.

The Commission's hope is that
the evidence gathered

will go to the heart of
corruption wherever it resides,

from the police station
to the corridors of power,

until the cancer that has
riddled the State,

has been cut out.

[female TV reporter]
And while the Royal Commission

into police corruption begins
in public hearings today,

the inquiry itself
began some time ago.

[male TV reporter] It announced
a limited amnesty

to corrupt officers, giving
them 10 weeks to come forward.

It's part of a radical plan
to purge the police service.

Police involved
in heinous crime

like murder and serious
drug trafficking,

need not apply.

Okay. Okay.

Yes. No.
Okay. Walk away.

[TV reporter] Increasingly
concessions, all of which

are helping to convince
corrupt officers

and their criminal cohort,
to work with the Commission,

rather than risk becoming
part of the fallout.

[male TV reporter] Other police
rolling over,

to describe 'the laugh',

a system of bribes
in Kings Cross,

that raked in millions.

[dramatic music]

[TV reporter] Ahead of today's
Royal Commission hearing,

Justice Jones had a message
for those taking the stand.

[Justice Jones] A word to those
who doubt my conviction.

If you are involved in
corruption and

you think that you are somehow
untouchable, you are not.

[John] Don't be fooled Sam,
they're looking into all of us.

As far as the Commission's
concerned, there's no
difference

between the cop that
puts out their hand,

and the person that
greases it. Okay?

They're after all of us,
we're all in a firing line,

and now they're
offering amnesty.

The person
with the most to lose

is the person
with the most to say.

They can't pin you
for being successful.

They can do whatever
the hell they want.

They're the
Royal fucking Commission.

Relax. You're protected.

Anything heavy you ever needed
doing, I did it remember.

Not everything.

The point is, you might
have to do some time,

if it comes to it.

What? You want to send
me back to fucking jail?

Well, were you planning
on talking?

You really have to ask?

Hey, got a minute?

Do I have a choice?

Look, you're a smart guy,
John, I'll give you that.

But there are people nowhere
near as clever as you,

already running for cover.

You know that, right?

I'm not running anywhere.

People only run
from things they fear.

Okay. Profound.
It's really profound.

Let me guess.

Sun Tzu, 'The Art of War'?

No, I think it was
a fortune cookie.

-Golden Century.
-Right.

Are you coming onto me?

-Night, Doyle.
-Night, John.

[tense dramatic music]

So what do you reckon?

You got the Ibrahims,
Joey Romano.

What about the Bui Doi?

Hey, you reckon they
should be up there?

How the fuck should I know.
It's nothing to do with me.

Oh, is that right?

It's the Bui Doi
headquarters,

that was robbed
a little while back.

Does the bloke on the left
look familiar?

Hmm?

Well they're both wearing
fucking Balaclavas.

You two are supposed to be
the crack team, are ya?

Fucking pull my dick.

Oh, there's more mate.

Same Fairlane, was later seen
red-lining it out of Cabramatta

after Anh Tien
was gunned down.

Did you pull the plates?

Shit. They were stolen,
weren't they?

Oh fuck.
That's a bugger.

That is a bugger. Because
it would've been too easy.

Just would've been, too, easy.

Anyway, if you've got nothing
else, I might piss off. Yeah?

All right.
Fair enough.

I mean, we better get
a wriggle on anyway,

if we want to make
that meeting with Tien.

Figured we'd share
all this with her lot.

Maybe give it to your pals
at the Black Flag as well.

Oi, oi, pull up.
Pull up.

You can't fucking do that.

You know those slopeheads
are fucking crazy.

Those cunts will shoot first
and ask questions later.

Do you think I care?

All I'm interested in,
is this bloke.

Did he tell you to
rob the Bui Doi?

Did he order the shooting?

Look, even if I
wanted to help you.

Huh?

You got the wrong bloke.
I've got nothing on John.

Lunch in Cabramatta it is.

All right.
Okay. Hey, hey!

Fuck!
Just listen.

Yep. I want to help you.

I really do, but I, I just
don't hang out in his circle.

That's it.

Then find me
somebody who does.

[hectic street sounds]

[radio report] The epicentre of
police corruption in the state.

Council assisting
Nigel Bolt has hinted

at bombshell allegations
later this week.

[thuds]

The fuck do you want?

They made us for
the Bui Doi job.

What?

How? We had balaclavas on?

Yeah, I don't know.
They got CCTV and shit.

I don't know.

What's it fucking matter,
they got us.

But it's going to be sweet.

No, it's not.

If John finds out,
he's going to kill me.

I know, that's what I'm trying
to fucking say to you.

All right?

They're saying there
could be a deal done.

Make everything go away.

What sort of deal,
I fucking shot a bloke.

No fucking way.

Are you out of your
fucking mind?

I'm trying to stay
out of fucking Long Bay,

on a 25 year stretch.
Yeah?

Long Bay's the least of
your worries, mate.

-You're talking about John.
-Yeah, I know.

John Ibrahim, my family.

I fucking know that!

[men screaming]

I'm not saying
that we do it.

I'm just asking you
to think about it. Hmm?

You don't look like you
are holding up too good.

So you think about it.

Fuck!

[window knock]

Got the sniffles,
do you mate?

Let's go.

[JT] Look, I woke up sweating

like a blind lesbian
in a fish market,

thinking about all
the conversations

I've had with blokes

that could have been
wearing a wire.

You ever think about that?

No.

Well you should, brother.

It's about to give you
fucking nightmares.

This why I don't do it, mate.

Come on. John, you see
what I'm saying here?

Like I could be recording
this entire conversation,

and you wouldn't
even know it.

[Tongan Sam] Are you?

[JT] The fuck? Of course not.
Why would you say that?

[Tongan Sam] Because you asked.

Sorry, I'm late.
That traffic's shit.

Hey. Hey.

-You okay?
-Ah, no, I'm fine.

I just got to take a slash.
I'll be right back.

[loud dance music]

[van revs]

[people chattering]

The hell do they want?

Shall we put out a call?

No, give her a sec.

-We need to talk.
-What's that?

You're going to have
to come a bit closer,

if you want a
good recording.

There was a robbery
at my warehouse.

Two men killed my employee

and tried to steal my cash
and narcotics.

You're wasting your time.

I got nothing to do
with drugs.

It's not about that.

Last week, one of the same
men murdered my brother.

[John] I'm sorry to hear that,

but as I recall, you tried
to do the same thing to mine.

Your brother
is in the business.

Mine was in a wheelchair.

I need a name, John.

You really don't know me.
I don't give up my friends.

I assume your
friends told you

about the contract on
your brother's life.

I didn't think so.

-Hey, have you got a sec?
-Yeah.

Mate, um, I, I just
wanted to let you know

that the cops from the Royal
Commission pulled me in today.

Yeah, I was dropping in
on Ashtray Frank.

I saw them put
you in the car.

Well...

Why didn't you say something?

I could ask you
the same thing.

Well I'm telling
you now, aren't I?

What?

You're testing me?

What? You don't bring it up to
see if I'll bring it up.

Is that it?

Put yourself in
my shoes, Dave.

Oh, I grew up
in your shoes, mate.

You really think I'd
dog you to the cops?

Plenty of other
people have.

Fuck.

Good to know.

You know, you ever
wonder why you live

in that big ass house
all by yourself?

Spit it out!

Huh?

Be a big fucking boy,

and tell me for once
in your fucking life.

Huh? You so much better? For
once in your fucking life. Huh?

Why don't you fucking
say something?

Come on.
Come on.

[Dave whimpering]

Hey, Dave, Dave, Dave!

[John] Hey, hey, hey!
Hey breath.

[John] Fuck! I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm sorry.

[Dave groaning]

Hey, come on.
Dave, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. It's okay.

It's okay.

Breathe. Breathe.

-[Dave breathes heavily]
-[John] You're okay.

Fucking help me!

JT! Call a doctor.
Sorry about this guys.

Oi!

This going to be all right?

Well, you're lucky
it's not worse.

When you mix and match

prescription meds
and street drugs,

and... well, you crazy.

What are you talking about?

It's the track marks
on his arm, mate.

And I found this,
in his pocket.

It's anti-anxiety meds.

Did you know he was
doing any of this shit?

I'm his mate,
I'm not his mum.

He's a big boy.

Listen up Johnny.

Some guys thrive in this sort
of environment and some don't.

Okay?

Dave's not shooting up heroin

and popping uppers and downers
because he's thriving.

And you guys, you're not
his mates if you let him.

[TV reporters chattering]

[Bolt] Mr Mansour,

can you explain exactly
what you mean by 'the laugh'?

'The laugh' is the money
that gets kicked up

to the cops to make sure
they turn a blind eye.

A blind eye to what?

Depends how big
'the laugh' is.

I see. So it's protection
money, in other words.

Something like that.

And could anyone
assume the role

of collecting and distributing
this protection money?

Sure... if they didn't
value their knee-caps.

Why do you say that?

Because collecting
protection money is

like owning your
own personal ATM.

Talking big bickies.

And who runs the protection
racket in Kings Cross

right now?

[Bolt] Mr Mansour,
the Commission can't help you

if you don't help
the Commission.

It used to be Sam who
collector for Nasa,

and now it's John.

[Bolt] John...

...as in John Ibrahim?

[Bolt] And who does
John collect for?

John collects for John.

And does that make John
Ibrahim, the Mr Big of Kings
Cross?

Nobody talks like that.

But if he's not,
I don't know who is.

[TV reporter] One name that
got particular mention was

nightclub impresario
John Ibrahim.

Unfamiliar to most until now,

It's unlikely this will be
the last time Mr Ibrahim

will be mentioned during
the course of the inquest.

[TV turned off]

Mansour's a street dealer
who lies for a living.

The Commission won't
give any serious weight

to what he's saying.

Have you talked to Crellan?

Bryan's old school, mate.

He, he'll look after
himself on the stand.

But I'd rather
he didn't have to.

Why? I can't exactly stop him

from speaking to the
Commission.

Why not?

[footsteps]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

You know, when I first
moved in here, right.

They said you
couldn't build out,

you couldn't expand,
you know?

So Tony had a word with the,
with the neighbours.

Yeah. No, my suggestion
was that he buys 'em out.

[Ezra] Yeah.

So, one of the neighbours,

he was happy to take
the money and run,

but the other fella,
like he'd raised his kids

in the joint and he wouldn't
sell, no matter fucking what.

You know. So it's, I think it
was the sentimental value.

I don't know.

Anyway, the funny thing was,
he comes home from work one day

to check his mail, only to find
an eastern brown snake

somehow went up in his
fucking letter box.

Fuck.

[Ezra laughs]

Now, I dunno if you know
anything about reptiles

but the eastern brown
snake is super aggressive.

So it has a real
fucking go at him, right.

That poor bugger.

He ended up selling up
from his hospital bed,

he was that rattled.

I know, it's amazing.

I mean, but everyone
has their price, right?

Osmon! You can put this
fucker in his car.

[Ezra] Cheers, mate.

[Ezra] You keep us posted.
All right.

Of course.

[Tony] What a fucking
paperweight.

[Ezra laughs] I know.

So what do you think?

It's hard to say.

I think he's probably
right about Crellan.

I think he's the sort of
guy who's going to, you know,

not turn up without a fight.

Yeah.

-[Ezra] Oh it's a bit chilly.
-Yeah.

Hello sweetheart.

So what about John?

Same. Loyalty's a big
deal for John.

More than most.

You know what? I wish I'd
never met either of them.

Leave it with me
and I'll tidy it up.

[waves crash]

[phone rings]

-Yeah.
- [Tony] We got to meet.

Today?

-[Tony] Now.
This is not negotiable.

Righto.

[phone clicks]

[soft tense music]

[engine hums]

[suspenseful music]

[Tongan Sam] If you're not back
in five, I'll call Sam.

[John] If I'm not back in
five, you call the morgue.

[car door opens]

[car door slams shut]

[traffic humming]

[suspenseful music continues]

Here he is.

What's going on?

Nothing, mate,
just want to have a chat.

Not over the phone?

Well, it's not that
kind of a chat, Johnny.

Not these days, anyway.

Look at this.

That is the most recognisable
sign in the Cross.

Probably.

Not fucking probably, mate,
100 percent.

You know, years ago,

Ezra, he took me up here
and he told me,

doesn't matter what
happens down there,

with all the bits and
pieces, the little shit.

He said,

"If you want to be
King of the Cross,

you have to own it".

And he fucking owns it.

Johnny, he's not going
to give it up in a hurry.

[John scoffs]

You don't have
to worry about me,

I'm happy with
my little patch.

You know, big brother's
fronting the Commission today.

Should be interesting.

Always is with Sam.

Then you're up Friday, yeah?

You thought about what
you're going to say?

Going to say nothing.

And what about that thing
we did with old mate?

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

That's a good answer.

Tony, tell your boss he
doesn't have to worry.

Not about me.

Well, I hope you're
right, son. I really do.

For both our sakes,
you understand?

Yeah.

[suspenseful drum music]

[traffic buzzing]

[rhythmic footsteps]

[knocking on window]

What?

[car door slams]

They pulled Keith in.

They going to pull
everyone in at some point,

doesn't mean shit.

It's fucking Keith, mate,
he's as thick as two bricks,

you know what
he's fucking like!

Once they've got what they've
got, then that's fucking it!

Mate, calm down.

Listen, even if they
get the old mutt to heel,

there's no way they're going to
get the big dogs to roll over.

But that's just it.

Like you said, they don't
fucking need us all,

they just need fucking one.

And by which point, it'll
be our word against theirs,

which means no one's
going anywhere.

We just got to hold the line.

[distant music]
[people chattering]

Moons, do you trust me?

Of course
I fucking trust you.

Good. Well it's simple then.

You go home, put on
a fucking Enya CD,

pour Kath a big glass
of Chardonnay

and give her one from me.

Because if you don't,
I fucking will.

You know I've
fancied her for ages.

You give me a window,
I'm going to take it.

[distant music continues]

They can never break us, mate.

All right?

Now get in.
[slaps arm]

[Mooney sighs]

[people chattering]

[hand pounding]

This fucking prick.

Goes away a crim, comes back
a fucking catwalk model.

[door shuts]

[slaps face affectionately]

-Good to see you, brother.
-Yeah.

Hey, three of the usual,
please.

[sighing]

How you doin'?

Yeah, I'm all right.

All right. You look good.
Fucking big.

Those Commission lawyers won't
know what the fuck hit 'em.

This is Rhino.

He's been keeping the dealers
in check since you went in.

Can't have those cunts
running themselves, can we?

Nah, no.

Hey Rico, can you grab
me another one of these?

Oi, oi.

But make sure they put a bit
of extra froth in there.

[Joey] Hey.

I like to eat it
with my spoon.

[Joey] Sammy.

What?
Come on.

-Don't be a fucking prick.
-Come on, chop chop!

-Sammy!
-What?

Listen.

Things have calmed down
since he took over.

[Sam] So?

So, with all this Commission
bullshit going on,

there's no point rocking
the boat, is there?

Who's rocking the boat?

Am I rocking the boat? Rico?

Stop fucking around.

The job needed filling,
I fucking filled it.

You want me to spell
it out for you?

Right. Well you've
been replaced.

[utensils clacking]

By who, this bloke?

Yeah.

[Sam punches face aggressively]

-Oh!
-[people gasp]

Fuck!

Fuck, I missed you Joey.

So good to see you again.

[engine hums]

Stay in the car.
Won't be long.

[car door opens]

[car door slams]

So are you
feeling any better?

Good as gold, bro.

I'm stinging to
get back into it.

All right, well just,
you know. Take it easy.

You had a fit.
It was serious.

Come on.

Look, I'm back training
and I'm eating healthy.

I'm good to go.

What about the meds?

What do you want me to say?

I was feeling a pinch,
and I thought that'd help.

It was a one-off.

The other stuff?

What?

You never done something you
wish you could take back?

Hey! Look who I
found snooping around.

I thought I said
wait in the car.

I thought you said
you won't be long.

And the smell of the cake's
so good, I can't help myself.

Don't be silly,
you're always welcome.

Now, eat up!

I still see you do your
jigsaw puzzle, eh?

Ah, it's cheaper
than going there.

Eh, it's true.

[Grandma] I'm a bit
stuck on this one, though.

[Tongan Sam] Here,
let me help you.

And how's the
restaurant going?

-Yeah, it's good, isn't it?
-Yeah.

Dave and I are going to
open a new restaurant

once he's back on his feet.

You're a good team, you two.
Always were.

Oh.

Oh no, don't show them
that Mrs C, please don't.

[men laughing]

[laughing continues]

There it is,
there's the perm.

-[John] Shut up, JT.
-[Tongan Sam] Oh my goodness.

-[John] You got no hair.
-[Tongan Sam] Look at you two.

Go do your puzzles.

[laughing continues]

[Tongan Sam] Have you got
a puzzle for this one?

[John] Take it easy.

[screen door creaking]
[all talking indistinctly]

Thank you, Mrs C.

Hey, it's good to see you.
It's always...

Look after him, John.

Once I'm gone,
you're all he's got.

I will.

[car door clicks open]

[car door slams]

[car door slides open]

[car door slams again]

[car door slides shut]

[Justice Jones] You may stand
down, Mr Amante.

Thought you'd never ask.

[Justice Jones] Call your next
witness, Mr Bolt.

[Bolt] Uh, calling, um,
Mr Hassan Ibrahim, please.

[door clicks open]

[Officer] Mr Hassan Ibrahim.

[slow footsteps]

[Sam inhales]

[door slams shut]

[slow footsteps continue]

[Sam sighs]

Do you want to take
the oath or affirm?

I'm an atheist, brother.

Then repeat after me.

I solemnly and sincerely
declare and affirm.

I solemnly and sincerely
declare and affirm.

That the evidence I shall give.

The evidence I shall give.

Will be the truth, the
whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

Will be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth.

[Sam groans]

Please state your name
and age for the court.

Sam Ibrahim, and not sure.

Excuse me?

I've never had a
birth certificate.

I see, and what is your
occupation?

This and that, you know.

Well, actually, I don't know,
Mr Ibrahim.

What is it that you
do for a living?

I do my best.

[Bolt] I see.

Can you elaborate?

[suspenseful music]

I rob and stand
over drug dealers.

[people gasp and murmur]

[Justice Jones] Silence,
please. Thank you.

Thank you. Silence. Thank you.

[suspenseful music continues]

[Doyle] Ah!

There he is.

I was starting to wonder
whether the Bui Doi

had caught up with ya.

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

Well, neither here nor
there to tell the truth.

You're screwed either way.

We pulled CCTV footage
on the day

of Anh Tien's murder
from all the servos

from Cabramatta
to the Cross.

[paper slaps on table]

Same plates as
the Bui Doi job.

Whoops.

Hang on, we have a deal.

Yeah, we had a deal, fuckhead.

But you didn't come through
with it, so the deal's off.

Bullshit! I've got a guy,
all right?

-Ah, it's too late.
-No, no, no, no.

I'm tellin' ya,
this is the guy.

He's like this with John,

he's this close to coming
around, 100 percent.

Well he'd want to be.

Otherwise, this time tomorrow
I'm going to introduce you

to my mate down at homicide.

[traffic humming]

[announcer yelling]

[car door opens]

I'll find a park
and be right in.

[two car doors slam]

Feeling okay?

Jeez, when'd you
become such a narc?

Stop breaking my balls.

[slaps face lightly]

Go on, get out. Move.

[car door slides shut]

[tires screech]
[horns honking]

[phone ringing]
[horns continue honking]

What?

[Dickie over Phone]
We need to talk.

I can't,
I'm at fucking work, mate.

[Dickie] Look, we're fucked!
We need to talk, now.

[people shouting]

Fine. Fine.

Fuck!

[horns continue honking]
[people continue shouting]

Fuck!
Fuck!

[fists banging]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

[horns continue honking]
[people continue shouting]

Shut the fuck up!

[dance music]

[bag crinkles]

They got me for
the Cabra shooting.

They what?

They're chasing you as an
accomplice or some shit.

What the fuck?

It had nothing
to do with me.

I didn't even know
it was happening,

did you tell them that?

They reckon it's linked
to the robbery

so you're part of it.

[Dickie sighs]

It's fork in the road
time now, mate.

You either come
clean to John...

Come clean to John?

They tried to end Sam
as payback,

are you fucking
kidding me?

You don't have to
fucking tell me this!

All right, you think I
don't already know this?

This whole situation
sucks dicks!

But this is where we are.

And I'll bet ya,

if John was in your shoes,
he'd do the same thing.

He'd look after number one.

We ought to tell the
jacks he told us to do it.

Hm? That's what
they want to hear.

[plastic crinkles]

[dance music]

We don't have to be here,
you know.

Ah, we do.

Right now, the Cross
is trying to see

who's on the way out,
and who's still got juice.

Now maybe I come here with a
beautiful girl, have a drink.

Maybe they don't
know the difference.

[door clicks open]

[muted club music]

Brought your favourite.

Thank you.

[light footsteps]

[John] Ah.
[door slams]

[paper crinkles]

Never picked you
for a reader.

Yeah. I can read
my name and all.

[book plops down]

[phone ringing]
[John sighs]

Take it. It's fine.

What is it? I'm busy.

[Joey over phone]
We've got to talk.

I told you I've got
nothing to say to you,

especially not
on the phone.

[Joey] Right, so let's meet.
I'm at the Granville.

Are you deaf? I said I'm busy.

Fuck busy! We've got
to sort this out.

[Joey] It's about your brother.

Thirty minutes.

[phone snaps]

I'll get Dave to drive.

-Sorry.
-It's fine.

You'll be all right
here with these dickheads?

At least this way
I get to dance.

-Right?
-Yeah, no problem.

All right.
[kissing]

[car engine humming]
[gravel grinding under tires]

[park brake clicks]

[car door opens]

[car door slams]

Why are we going to him,
anyway?

[John shushes]

Little prick should be coming
to us if he wants a powwow.

The Cross is one big
microphone right now.

Whatever Joey's
got to say, I don't want

some other cock listening.

[gun cocks]

What? I'm not going
in there unarmed.

You're not going in there
at all. Put that shit away.

He might be a wanker,
but he's still Joey.

Just stay here.
Won't be long.

[crickets chirping]

That being said, if I
stand up without leaving,

you come in and you do
not be shy about it.

Okay?

[hasty footsteps]

[people chattering]
[door creaks open]

[man] I didn't want it,
I didn't ask for it.

You were the one who was
always getting me fucked.

[Joey] Welcome.

Help yourself, eh?

[seat squeaks]

[man burps] Oh.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

Come on, mate, you know
exactly what I want.

We've got to sort
this bullshit out,

or the whole fucking
thing's going to explode.

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

I'm talking about
your brother.

The fuck do you think
I'm talking about?

Hey, you got a problem with
Sam, take it up with him.

Nah, you're not listening.

We've all got a
problem with Sam.

Now, I love him,
don't get me wrong.

But that fucking shit
he pulled at the Commission.

"I rob and stand over
drug dealers",

looking straight at me.

The guy's a fucking liability.

You know that better
than anyone.

Let me stop you there
before you say something

you can't walk back, Joe.

John.

I understand that blood is
thicker than water with you
lot.

But at the end of the day,
you can drown in both.

Now, if you don't do
something, I will.

[John punches face
aggressively]

[people gasp]
[utensils clatter]

Sit the fuck down.

[tense music]

[seat squeaks]

[tense music continues]

You even know how
to use that thing?

Fuck you. Sit down.

I said sit the fuck down!

You think you can come in here

and talk like that
to Joey, you fuck?

Go on, then.
Pull the trigger.

Enjoy the last ten minutes of
your miserable fucking life.

[gun cocks]

Say the word, Joey.

Let me end this cunt.

Joey.

[gun clicks]

Joey!

You pulled your gun out
one too many times.

[tense music continues]

[footsteps tread]

You fucking moron!

Do you understand what
you've just done?

[muffled] Pulling a gun
on John Ibrahim?

Fuck you.

[muffled confrontation
continues]

[door claps shut]

[slow footsteps]

[Dave snoring]

Trust you, can I?

[sombre music]

[gun rattles]

[syringe clicks]

[Dave softly groans]

[heavy breathing]

[sombre music continues]

[car door clicks open]

[car door slams]

[engine stuttering]

[wind whistling]
[crickets chirping]

[tires screech]

[sombre music dissipates]

[water gently splashing]

[beeping]

[plastic clicking]

Oh, someone thought
they'd skip out

without saying goodbye,
did they?

[paper rustling]

[keys jingling]

Just in case I'm not here
tonight to let you in.

Don't you fucking dare.

[gentle music]

[TV reporter] And so, with
several high profile witnesses

due to give testimony,
today may well turn out to be

a seminal moment
in the investigation

of corruption in Kings Cross.

Mr Ibrahim, do you
have any comments

about what you've
seen so far?

[muffled voices]

-John.
-I'm already late.

Look, I fucked up, okay?

Please, just listen to me,
all right...

I listened to you when you said
you were a hundred percent.

It almost got me killed, Dave.

-Can't trust you.
-John, John, John, just wait.

I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry.

We're done.

Go home.

John.

[sorrowful music]

[Bolt] I put it to you that
you are a major player

in the distribution of
drugs in Kings Cross.

And I put it to you that all
coppers are cunts-tables.

I put it to you, in fact,
that you are

in direct competition
with John Ibrahim

for control of the
Kings Cross drug market.

John does what John does.

Ask him, he's sitting
right there.

Personally, I've never had
anything to do with drugs.

I hate the stuff.

Right, so you've never had

any kind of dealings
with drugs whatsoever?

I run a video arcade, Mr Bolt.

My business is with
15-year-old kids

trying to clock Galaga.

I see. Well, would you
mind describing for me

exactly what it is
you're doing here, then?

[remote beeping]

[tense music]

[phone keys beeping]

I thought about
what you said.

John would do
the same thing.

Fuck him.

[car engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[Bolt] Detective Sergeant
Crellan,

you've been with the
Kings Cross detectives

for seven years now,
is that correct?

That's correct.

And in that seven years,

have you ever encountered
any form of corruption?

For instance, have members
of the criminal world

ever tried to bribe their
way out of their troubles?

Several times and that's
just this morning.

[Bolt] Answer the question,
detective.

Ah sorry, which is?

Have you witnessed
attempts to bribe police?

Absolutely I've witnessed
attempts.

Desperate men
do desperate things.

But I've never witnessed
a fellow officer

succumb to such an attempt.

To be clear, then,

you have never received
money from criminals

in the course
of doing your job.

Absolutely not,
and my unblemished

service record speaks to that.

Commissioner,
I have no further questions

for Detective Sergeant
Crellan, however,

I would request
that he remain on hand

in case I have any
follow up questions,

once we've heard further
testimony.

Thank you, Detective Sergeant.

-You're dismissed for now.
-Thank you.

Commissioner,
I'd like to call

Detective Declan Mooney,
if I may.

[Officer] Detective Declan
Mooney, please.

[door thudding closed]

[Bolt] If you could
state your name and

occupation for
the court, please.

Declan Paul Mooney,
Senior Detective Constable

for the Kings Cross
local area command.

Detective Mooney,
if you could just

watch the monitor
for me, please.

[Bolt on TV] Have you witnessed
attempts to bribe police?

[Crellan on TV] Absolutely
I've witnessed attempts.

Desperate men do
desperate things.

But I have never witnessed
a fellow officer

succumb to such an attempt.

[Bolt on TV] To be clear, then,

you have never received
money from criminals

in the course
of doing your job?

Absolutely not,
and my unblemished

service record speaks to that.

[remote beeping]

Detective Mooney, how
would you characterise

Detective Sergeant Crellan's
statements?

I would characterise
it as being inaccurate.

[Bolt] And what do you
mean by inaccurate?

Detective Sergeant Crellan is

involved in corrupt activity.

[crowd gasping]

[Justice Jones] No, no,
silence, silence.

Or we'll have to finish
these proceedings in camera.

[slurping]

[Bolt] What kind of corrupt
activity, Detective?

He's a part of a
group of police officers

that take money from
known criminals to turn

a blind eye to their
illegal activities.

[Bolt] Right then,
how do you know that?

[Mooney] Because I'm
part of that group.

And do you have evidence to
support your allegations?

Yes, I do.

And how have you come
by that evidence?

By wearing a wire for
the past nine months.

[tense music]

And does Detective Sergeant
Crellan's corruption

go beyond the graft
that you just described?

-Yes.
-In what way, Detective?

He was paid to kill
Nasa Kalouri.

[crowd gasping]

[Justice Jones] Silence,
silence please, thank you.

[tense music]

[engine rumbling]

[heartbeat thumping]

See ya, brother.

[car honking]

Wait your fucking turn.

[car door opening]

[car door slamming]

You're doing the
right thing, brother.

I know.

[tense music]

[Bolt] So, how would
you characterise

the work that you do
in Kings Cross?

I own and run
licenced venues.

Do you stand over
other venues?

-Stand over?
-Mm.

-No.
-So, you are not

currently in charge
of collecting

protection money
in Kings Cross?

I'd describe it
more like a co-op.

You know, the club owners,
they pool resources

to save on money,
that's all.

And what about corrupt
payments made to the police

for protection of these
venues, known as 'the laugh'?

I don't know
anything about that.

The only person I pay
is me, Mr Bolt.

But that's more of an
administration fee.

Do you sell drugs
in your clubs, Mr Ibrahim?

No. Not me or anyone
working for me.

Do you personally know any
drug dealers?

Seriously?

I work in the biggest red
light district in the country.

That means I cross paths with
a lot of different people.

Some of them may
indeed deal drugs.

Given what we've heard in
this room over recent weeks,

I would suggest that you
are the new life blood

of the Kings Cross drug trade,

and that you control the rivers
of gold that flow from it.

So it would seem.

-But I'm not.
-Really?

Because we've heard testimony
from both Waali Mansour

and Joey Romano, that would
strongly suggest that you are.

Both very trustworthy,
reliable witnesses.

I mean, Waali,
he says a lot of things.

Half of them are untrue,
the other half are bullshit.

Sorry.

As for Joey, wasn't that the
guy that was hauled out of here

for commercial scale
drug trafficking?

Heh.

I'm not a drug dealer,
Mr Bolt.

But hey, if you've got
evidence to the contrary,

why don't we just
cut to the chase

and you can save me

some of my hard earned
tax payer dollars?

[tense music]

I would ask Mr Ibrahim to
stand down, Commissioner.

However, I would ask
that he remain on hand

in case we have
any further questions.

You may stand down,
Mr Ibrahim.

Thank you, Your Honour.

[tense music]

[Justice Jones] Call your
next witness, Mr Bolt.

[Bolt] Thank you, Commissioner.

Calling Mr Richard 'Dickie'
Needham, please.

[tense music]

[brakes squeaking]

[Officer] Calling
Richard Needham.

[tense music]

Calling Richard Needham?

[scraping]

[tense music]

-He's not here.
-Mr Bolt?

[thudding]

[Dave] Crazy Viet bitch.

You wanted him?

You got him.

[Justice Jones] It would appear
that your witness

won't be
testifying today.

We'll reconvene
Monday morning at 9 a.m.

[chair wheels clinking]

[tense music]

[receding footsteps]

[phone ringing]

Bloody hell.

-Hello?
-It's John.

Oh, hi John,
just a moment.

Here, John.

Hey pal.

[John over phone]
I heard you knew in advance

about the contract
on my brother's life.

Yeah, yeah I did, yeah.

[muffled dance music]

But you chose not to warn me.

No, I did warn you.

I said that your brother
needs to sober up

and get his ass back to
work, that's what I said,

or he would end up
dead or in prison.

[dance music]

[disconnect tone beeping]

[dance music]

-Has Dave rocked up yet?
-No.

-Called and left a message.
-Call him again, will you.

[dance music]

[distant voices talking]

-No, no, no.
-Yes.

[gasping laughter]

You know, for a night club
owner, you're a terrible
dancer.

[dance music]

What if I don't
just own clubs?

What if I was that guy they
were trying to paint me as
today?

-But you're not.
-But what if I was?

What if I'm not
what you think?

Either way, you're still going
to have to learn how to dance.

[dance music]

[whispering]

[engine rumbling]

[car door slamming]

[dramatic music]

-I heard a shot.
-Got her?

-Go.
-Okay.

-Excuse me, it's okay...
-Stay, stay, stay.

Come, come, come here,
come here.

[dramatic music]

[door creaking]

[dramatic music]

[door shutting]

[dramatic music]

[gun falling]

[tense music]

[muted tapping]

[sombre music]

Come here, come here.

[laboured breathing]

[sombre music]

[sighing]

[sniffling]

I got you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[sobbing]

["Just About To Break"
by Paul Kelly playing]