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Mokbel's on the rise.

Some massive drug lab blew up in Brunswick.

- Any idea who's behind it? - Sadly, no.

- I'm Danielle. - And you would be...?

Mark Moran's girlfriend, Tony.

You can look but you can't touch.

We'll match ya, dollar for dollar.

No. Sorry, boys, no deal. Cash up-front or I walk away.

This Mexican cocaine thing -

we're gonna go ahead with it.

Now tell me what I'm doing here.

Come work for me.

I'll make you rich.

Who's Mokbel talking to?

Billy Fischer. Moran crew.

Police! Don't move!

There is a way out.

We want you to get as close to Tony Mokbel as you can.

Tony Mokbel was on the rise.

He used the massive profits he made from the drug industry

to finance his property portfolio,

which included a restaurant or two,

a brothel and the odd nightclub.

The hospitality industry suited him.

Good money could be made and dirty money could be washed.

Fat Tony couldn't lose.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, welcome to TJ's Bar and Grill.

Hope everything's to your satisfaction?

- More chips'd be nice. - It's a step up from the pizza joint.

Yeah, yeah, well, Lewis, I'm expanding, mate.

You never know, might even give you boys

a run for your money one day.

Tony, you're a drug dealer, not a gangster.

No worries.

Tip-top place, Tony, eh?

- Thanks. - Very classy, yeah.

Yeah, listen, mate, I want you to enjoy yourself,

you know what I'm saying?

- Oh, hello, darling. - Get off me.

Ow!

Annie, get this piece of shit out of here.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Show's over, folks. The party has just started!

Tony's other big push was property development.

Not content to buy and sell,

he fancied himself as a builder.

How many apartments you thinking?

Oh, 120, 130. A shopping precinct, a gym.

- Fitness centre. - Yeah, a fitness centre.

And a piazza. You ever been to the San Marco Piazza?

You'll never squeeze 100 units onto a site this size.

- Not unless you go straight up. - Yeah, that's right.

Up, up and away.

Shit a brick.

Oh, trippy, Tony. Very, very trippy.

Hey?

What the fuck are they looking at?

Tony's bank statement?

Can't wait to see the council's reaction.

Think big, think bold.

That's Tony Mokbel.

Hey, Kenny. G'day. It's me.

Hey, listen, what have you got for the Emirates Stakes?

Anything special?

What's that? Colliwobble Boy?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, sweet.

Oh, good onya, mate. You're a deadset champ.

Yeah. Righto, 'bye.

Deadset champ, with a funny little voice, Mr Mokbel.

Hey, can you write down Colliwobble Boy, please, Bill?

Yeah, no worries.

Ahmed. Hey, you lazy prick. Where's my three tonne of hash?

Hey?

Mate, I don't care if you're driving your kids to the moon.

It's me you're talking to.

Hey, hey.

- It's the Yugoslavs. Get it. - Yeah.

What? What's that?

Uh, Tony's one-stop drug shop. How may I help you?

Don't worry. It gets easier.

When do I get my 30 pieces of silver?

Well, tiger, we can go back to plan A.

Maximum security.

- Poor bastard. - I reckon he gets off on it.

We didn't have much time for the Federal Police.

A bunch of over-resourced underachievers, mostly.

Jarrod Ragg.

Mind you, they thought us state coppers were all on the take,

which made life interesting

when we got into bed together for joint operations.

Is federal agent a rank or what?

I'm a sergeant.

That makes our dicks about the same size, then.

Why don't you run along

and grab us some coffee, Senior Constable?

Go fuck yourself, Sergeant.

Would you like a coffee? We do do very good coffee here.

I bet you've got a full-time barista with your budget.

I even keep a five-star chef on hand to make me toasties.

We'll give the coffees a miss, thanks.

Does the name Tony Mokbel mean anything to your mob?

Fat Tony, aka 'Teflon Tony', aka 'The Mediterranean'?

Yes, he is a person of interest.

Transcript of chitchat between Mokbel and our source.

Now, importation's your business, not ours,

so we offer you this

in the spirit of federal-state cooperation.

But there is a quid pro quo.

Anything you get on Fat Tony that relates to

domestic distribution comes to me and Malcolm first.

Read 'em and weep. Champ, come on!

You kill me!

You had two pair. I've got three kings and...

Hey, hey, hey, shh! Hey!

For fuck's sake!

Hello? Hey?

Well, the member was very happy to give me a reference

when I got my liquor licence.

Well, you tell the Honourable MP Kelvin Thompson

that I wouldn't vote for him

if he was the last prick on the ballot paper, OK?

You got that?

Wouldn't give me a reference cos I got a criminal conviction.

For the development application?

Well, I need all the ammunition I can get for the council.

So how come you're so hot on this property deal?

There's more profit in coke.

Not always about profit, Billy.

Listen, my father worked at the Ford factory

every day of his life, right?

And he was just a shit kicker,

but every day he worked up an honest sweat

building something, alright?

Just a car, but he was making something, building something.

And he was proud of that.

- Understand? - Yeah.

Now, I was born in Kuwait

and spent the first few years of my life in Lebanon,

but because of the war we had to leave.

- And we came here. - Sorry.

Here, turn that off.

Ah, shit. Turn 'em all off. Come on.

Why do you need so many phones?

Uh, 'cause I got a lot of friends, mate.

Sorry, Mr Mayor.

- Where was I? - "We came here..."

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

So, we came here to this city, where we were welcomed.

We were welcomed and made to feel safe,

where, if you work hard, you can get it.

You can get it all - everything you want.

Now, when people ask me where I'm from,

you know what I tell 'em?

The northern suburbs. Born and bred.

We came here with nothing.

Nothing. And this city gave us everything.

That's why I want to give something back.

Fuck me, Tone.

Is that the fucking right way up?

See, boys?

Work hard like your old man, you can achieve anything.

They haven't approved it yet.

And then he has to find the money, Mum says.

No, congrats, Tone. Real clever idea.

Wouldn't fancy living there, though.

All that fresh air under my feet.

Ah, thanks, Bertie. Hey, listen, thanks for coming as well, eh?

- See you. - See you, guys.

- 'Bye, boys. - Alright. Listen, boys.

I've got to talk to you about something.

Your dad's moving the business to the city, alright,

so I'm not gonna be living at home full-time.

But other than that, you know, nothing changes, alright?

Mum says you're gonna shack up with your girlfriend.

Hey? No, no, no. No, no, mate. I'm not leaving your mum, OK?

- That's exactly what you're doing! - It's a city base.

So I don't have to drive like all those other schmucks.

How far is Pascoe Vale from the CBD? 10km?

It's for business, Carmel.

Yeah, and I know what kind of bloody business.

Listen, I'll be back Friday, OK, for dinner.

Don't bloody bother! Bastard!

You're a hard act to follow

Such a fine-lookin' fellow

I hear your belly is yellow

You're a hard act to swallow

It kinda makes me sick

The way you turn those tricks

Come on and light it up...

I can see a reflection of Williamstown.

On a clear day you can see Geelong!

When I get my breath back,

I'm gonna show you the Tony Special.

Thinking of pizza?

No, there's another Tony Special.

- It involves whipped cream. - Oh.

Speaking of which, you could lose a couple of kilos, babe.

Oh, bullshit. Bullshit.

A few extra's good for performance.

- Oh, bullshit. - Yeah!

My brothers and me, we're legends.

It's a known fact I can sustain an erection

longer than anyone north of Brunswick Road.

Anyway, I'll get fit chasing you around this place.

Hey, you know I've got a kid.

If I move in, she does too.

Yeah, that's cool.

What's her name?

Madison.

Madison. That's nice.

Jim used to be a schoolteacher.

Yeah, and Strawnie used to be a comedian.

Right, so the, uh... the rules of this joint operation

are that you filter everything your source produces

and then you pass on only what you feel like, is that right?

680's a VicPol resource.

We've invested a lot of money in him.

Look, Jarrod, it's pretty simple.

At the end of the day, if it's importing drugs, it's yours,

if it's distribution, it's ours.

So, Billy, we need to throw the Feds a bone or two.

Keep them happy, you know?

Now, this Mexican coke job of Mokbel's,

we need to know the where, when and how.

You know, I think it's already gone down.

Your Mexican coke's already found its way

into the nasal passages of the good folk of Melbourne

and you're sitting on a fat pile of cash.

Well, you're just way too fucking clever for me.

Just get us the name of the courier, eh?

Too much, Fat Tony!

Oh, Ma, what about these fat bastards?

Mate, you're out of shape.

- I could still outsprint you. - Yeah.

Hey, how soon could we organise another Mexican run, huh?

Eh? What's your hurry?

I've seen a house I want to buy.

Well, see how the first one goes, eh?

Hey, did you, uh, organise a courier company?

You got yourself a guy sorted out?

Yeah, mate, I sure did.

Holy shit.

You clairvoyant or what?

Tony! Hey!

Hey, hey!

- Hey, mate. How are ya? - Good, mate.

OK, this must be him.

This is Tony's, uh, tame courier company guy.

The guy who collects the candlesticks

before they make their way to Customs.

Yes, Jarrod Ragg, Melbourne office.

Can you put me through to our liaison officer

at the US Customs Service, thanks.

Now he had a reliable lead,

Jarrod could go to the Americans

and blow the whistle on Tony's Mexican coke deal.

They knew his candlesticks had to pass through

the United Parcel Service HQ in Kentucky.

If US Customs could confirm

they were stuffed full of cocaine,

the Feds here in Melbourne

could arrest Tony when he took delivery.

All Jarrod needed to make the case

were the UPS consignment numbers.

Problem was the only person who knew

what those numbers were

was Tony's man in Mexico,

a body builder called Sonny Schmidt.

What the hell is Sonny doing? You heard from him?

No, I've been calling him all week.

It just goes to his voicemail.

You're a fuckin' Judas.

Hey, Jase, how you doing? Good?

What are we celebrating, Mick?

Well, it's Friday,

Claudio's cooked up a beautiful meal, and why not?

No, it's Spring Racing Carnival.

How fucking long does it take to package up candlesticks?

I promised my dealers the best-quality blow

and they'd like to see it.

Listen, princess, I've got a dozen different jobs going,

all at different stages, all at the same bloody time, alright?

A lot bigger than the three pissy kilos of Mexican coke.

And he hasn't sent you the tracking numbers

and you just forgot?

Maybe we should just walk away. This thing smells.

Jeez, you really are a clairvoyant. Here.

They look like tracking numbers to you?

Mick, I have died and gone to heaven, mate.

Salud. Good to see you at my table.

Yeah, I'm sending a secure email

with the consignment numbers now.

Which meant the US Customs Service

was able to locate Tony's shipment

and examine the candlesticks to see if they contained drugs.

They did - 100% pure Mexican cocaine.

Come on! Step it up.

You've got 10 more! Feel that cellulite just melting away.

How are you going?

Oh, terrible. I feel like I'm gonna die.

Yeah, me too.

I think you're going pretty good.

Do you? Ta.

I feel like an elephant in here with this lot.

You know what? Go on, let's do it together.

Maybe I can get up to your level.

- Ready? Go. - Up!

Are you serious? I'm gone five minutes,

he latches on to the nearest set of tits.

Come on.

- What? - Hey?

You're vibrating.

Don't.

Hey, how you doing?

It's me. Can you talk?

That is Mokbel, isn't it?

Wait for it.

Alright, they've taken possession. Move.

Police!

On the ground now!

Police! On the ground now!

Put your hands behind your head. Now!

Please don't hurt me, sir! I get asthma.

Why isn't Mokbel there?

So you put up all the money, yeah?

The travel, the airfares, the expenses?

Not to mention the small matter

of the up-front costs of the cocaine itself, is that right?

Anyone else involved?

You're facing a custodial sentence.

How do you like remand?

You seen any prison movies? It's not pleasant.

Are you going to oppose bail?

No.

You're not much good to anyone sitting in a cell, are you?

Paco?

Paco, you here?

Fuck.

Tony, fuck.

Got bail, yeah?

Yeah.

Lucky you.

- How'd the jacks get onto us, Billy? Hey? - I don't know.

- How did they get onto us?! - I don't know.

One of you talked. One of you opened your mouth.

- Huh? Had to be one of you. - I don't know.

Maybe it was Buddha big-noting to his mates in the pub. Dunno.

Buddha? You think so, huh? You think he dogged me?

I can't have a dog in my fuckin' crew, Billy.

Mate, you treat people with loyalty and respect.

There's no way in the world anyone's gonna dog you.

There's no way.

Maria.

Who's dogging me?

I don't know.

Well, find out.

Look, I am sorry, Jarrod,

but we just can't hand over 680's tapes.

I cannot make a move on Mokbel unless you do, OK?

His evidence is crucial.

Kayak is the big picture, and we can't jeopardise it

just for the sake of three lousy kilos of cocaine.

It puts him away for years.

Kayak is not just Mokbel.

We are targeting the Morans, the Higgs

and a whole bunch of other dirtbags.

Oh, by the way, do you have something for me?

Thank you.

So what's new, tiger?

Ah! Um, you remember Tony's cannabis resin job?

Three tonnes coming in from Afghanistan?

Yeah, it's on the water.

It's hidden under a load of ceramic floor tiles

in a couple of shipping containers.

- Buy in bulk. It's cheaper, eh? - Yeah.

Um, you know who his partners are?

Lewis Moran, Graham Kinniburgh.

Mate, I'm gonna start calling you supergrass.

Three tonnes of resin's worth what?

Um, street value's 150 mill.

I wouldn't mind a piece of that.

- Party! - Who's getting married?

I'm getting married!

Lazarus, dig yourself

Lazarus, dig yourself

Back in that hole

Larry made his nest up in the autumn branches

Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air...

I'm the snowman, man. I'm the snowman.

Hey, take it easy, Billy. You'll explode, mate.

Hey, how's the wedding boy?

Carl, someone's been dogging me, mate.

Yeah?

No, Tone, no fucking way.

Yeah, yeah, course, mate. I'm just fucking with you.

'Cause you and me are solid, right?

Yeah, mate, we're solid.

- Tight? - Yeah, mate, we're tight.

Solid. We're brothers.

Ah, relax!

- It's my party! - Whoo!

- Oh! - Alright!

- Tony! - Oh! Mate, having a good time?

- Yeah, nice. You mind? - Yeah, yeah.

Come on, get stuck in.

Tone, I really appreciate the opportunity, mate, you know?

What are you talking about? Oh, the job, the job?

I haven't told you what it is yet.

Whatever it is, I'm up for it, mate, huh?

Good, 'cause I need you to pick up some hash for me.

- Sure. How much? - Have a guess.

What, 5 kilos? 15? I don't know.

- Three tonne. - Get the fuck outta here!

- Three tonne. - I'm in.

Carl! What are you doing?

Get out of my way, you slapper.

I'm at home chucking my guts up

and you're here shagging these bitches?

Piss off, Roberta! It's my bloody bucks party.

- Get the hell outta here! - You are coming with me.

I'm taking him. What are you thinking, Tony?

I said get outta here, bitch!

- It's fine, babe. Just... - It's my bloody bucks party!

Why are you pointing a gun?

You help me, boy!

You idiot! Carl, what are you doing?!

You stupid bloody cow!

What do you fucking think you're doing, you dickhead?

What are you gonna do to me?

Oh, fuck!

- I'm fuckin' sorry. - Fuck off!

- Are you alright? - Do you think I'm alright?

What do you think I've got in here, Carl?

A fucking child!

It's me. Can you talk?

- Yeah. What's up? - You planning anything tonight?

We hear the Feds have got something big happening.

Something big? Something like what?

Burning the midnight oil, Maria?

No rest for the wicked, Jimbo.

Little birdy tells me it's a raid.

Fuck! Are you kidding me?

That's two jobs gone to God.

I told you someone was dogging me, Maria. I told you.

Who is it? Is it you? Is it fucking you?!

I don't know if it's one of ours or not.

Even if it is, he wouldn't have a name,

just a registered code number.

Look, I gotta go.

We gotta warn Jessie.

It's too late.

Check this shit out!

Packed to look like coffee.

Isn't that neat?

Federal Police! Don't move!

Jarrod Ragg's Federal Police team

seized 2.9 tonnes of Afghan cannabis resin that night.

Get up.

$150 million worth on the street.

You're gonna talk.

Fat Tony wasn't having much luck.

The whole three tonne, impounded.

What?! Fuck me!

That was my bloody superannuation.

What?!

Fuckin' Fat Tony.

Yeah, well, at this rate,

I'll have the arse hanging out of my pants.

It's only money.

So when you need an outfit for Oaks Day

we'll get it from Vinnies, will we?

Well, how many other balls

have you got in the air at the moment?

Exactly. One of them's bound to come in.

That's what I love about you. You never give up.

- Oh. - No, don't put flour on me!

Say something sexy.

25 tubs of pseudoephedrine direct from Yugo-bloody-slavia.

Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.

Just, you know, keep it to yourself, hmm?

Yeah.

But if you haven't got the loyalty of your mates,

what have you got, hey?

Me.

- Fuck, you're magic. - I know.

Maybe I should get you to tell the Morans

they just dropped three-quarters of a mill.

No.

- Are you expecting anyone? - No.

- I'll get it, then, shall I? - Can you get it?

Tony Mokbel?

My name is Jarrod Ragg. I'm from the Federal Police.

What can I do for you, Jarrod?

Mr Mokbel, I took a statement last night

from a man who alleges that you're involved

in the importation of a large quantity of cannabis resin.

He alleges that you're the Mr Big

who planned the whole thing.

You don't have a warrant, do you?

Fuck off, Jarrod.

Every time there's a major drug importation, Tony,

someone seems to point the finger at you.

I'll be back with your warrant.

You have a pleasant evening.

One shipment the Feds failed to intercept

was 25 drums of pure pseudoephedrine,

hidden in a container load of bathroom fittings

from Yugoslavia.

The drums represented Tony's bank.

If he could keep them out of our hands

and convert all that pseudo into party pills,

the huge losses he'd suffered lately

maybe wouldn't seem so bad.

- Isn't she adorable? - Bloody gorgeous.

Congratulations, you lucky bastard!

You look pretty sexy, Roberta. Should have married you myself.

Well, if this boofhead doesn't work out,

I might give you a go, Tones.

Oh, piss off!

Hey! You ripped us off, Mokbel.

- I want my money, arsehole! - Watch your back.

Oh, you get the fuck out of my wedding,

you fucking useless clams!

Go on, fuck off! Go on, you fucking dog!

Get!

- That's my missus. - Yeah, she's one in a million.

You'd better do something about that, babe.

Just a hundred would see me through.

- A hundred? - OK, 50.

- Don't be a bastard. - Don't be a prick, Lewis.

- Give her a few bucks! - Why don't you, Tuppence?

Old slag might do you a favour in return!

Jesus, you're a real evil turd, aren't you, Lewis?

You really are.

Hey, hey, come on!

Don't spend it all at once.

Here. Here, Mum.

Here's 20, yeah?

Take it easy, Dad.

Gents. Can I buy you a beer?

You can buy. I'm not drinking with you.

You're kidding. You ripped us off.

There never was a shipment. Just three tonnes of nothing.

Fuck off!

Lewis, can we have a word?

I recognise that you're out of pocket.

I just want to do something to, uh... make it right.

Why?

'Cause I might want to work with you in the future, that's why.

A couple of tubs of pure pseudo.

My own personal stash, direct from Europe.

Worth about a million bucks, I reckon.

A gift to you from me with respect.

What, and that makes us square, does it?

Well, I suppose I have to unload it.

You know, Lewis, you might want to try a little tenderness.

Judy.

Tony Mokbel. You OK?

I used to dance for Graham Kennedy.

'In Melbourne Tonight'. Did you know that?

Dancing, eh?

And after each show, Lewis would be

right there outside Channel 9, waiting for me.

He said it wasn't safe

for me to travel home on the tram alone.

Oh, yeah.

I'm dancing.

Here, take that. Take that.

Go on, take it.

No, he's the smartest 'cause he's yellow.

- No, the big one. - No, he's hiding.

- The big one! - Hey!

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

We're gonna get some takeaway from Flower Drum.

- Are you? OK, cool. - Where you been?

- I was just on some business. - What, on our wedding day?

Had to smoke the peace pipe with the Morans, didn't I?

The mighty dollar worth that much to you, Tone?

I know you got a good work ethic,

but your priorities are totally fucked, mate.

They're my sworn enemies

and you're sucking up their arse.

- It's just business, Carl. - It's fucked.

Yeah, well, fine. Fine, right? Piss off.

Celebrate your wedding somewhere else.

- What's with him? - Babe, come on.

Jesus.

Well, for those of you lending us a hand

who don't know,

Operation Kayak has been a year in the making.

We've spent that time

gathering a mountain of evidence against this lot.

But the arrest phase starts tomorrow, pre-dawn.

By tomorrow night,

I want every single one of these shitheads locked up.

Needless to say, you're all sworn to secrecy.

Not a word to Mother.

Police, don't move!

- Get off! - Get off!

Lewis Desmond Moran.

Jason Matthew Patrick Moran.

Get up! Get up!

What is it that you do, Tony?

For work? Run a business.

I'm a businessman.

Some visitors for you, babe.

Good morning.

What can I do for you blokes?

G'day, Tony. This is a warrant for your arrest.

On what charge?

Antonios Mokbel, you're being charged with 18 offences...

- Maddy, go to your room. - ..Contrary to the Drugs,

Poisons and Controlled Substances Act of 1981.

Sweetie, go to your room. Go and get your bag. Go.

..ecstasy, traffic amphetamine,

traffic cocaine, traffic ephedrine,

traffic commercial quantity pseudoephedrine,

possess 20kg of red phosphorus and other drugs.

What else, Sergeant Coghlan?

And possession of a pill press.

It's all over, Tony.

You might want to get dressed

and bring a toothbrush and a change of underwear, eh?

You know, I hate the way

drugs have taken over the streets.

Every kid with an earring thinks he's Scarface.

In my day, we had to work for a living.

Robbing banks and blowing up safes.

This is what you need to make your case against Mokbel stick.

Tony can be heard on several occasions giving 680...

Billy Fischer, yeah?

..giving 680 explicit instructions

regarding the Mexican cocaine job.

You can say thank you any time you like.

Well, we are all on the same side, aren't we?

Thank you.

Assuming the matter goes to trial,

I'll need you both to verify and corroborate

the continuity of the tapes, yeah?

Integrity is everything.

Integrity's our middle name.

I've been a registered informant for nearly a year.

My handlers are Detective Sergeant Malcolm Rosenes

and Detective Senior Constable Steve Paton, Drug Squad.

During that period, you've been covertly recording conversations

against targets they've nominated?

Yeah, mainly Mokbel and his associates, yeah.

Mate, you must have titanium balls.

And what prompted you

to get in touch with us, Ethical Standards?

Rosenes, Paton, some others in the Drug Squad

are dealing on the side.

And they get up to all kinds of stuff.

They're so used to me being around,

it's like I'm part of the furniture.

This is a digital voice recorder

that I got from the States.

Connect it up to your computer, put your feet up,

listen to hours of them talking shit.

I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'IID'.

ESD these days. Ethical Standards.

Jim O'Brien.

Detective Inspector Jim O'Brien.

I'm De Santo, he's Maloney.

Dare I ask why the toecutters are here?

Come to see your lot, actually.

One corrupt cop

can derail the efforts of an entire squad.

Two or three or four?

Hello. Can I have your attention, please?

My name is Christine Nixon.

In case you haven't heard, I'm the new commissioner.

I deeply regret what's happened here today.

And as a result I've decided to dissolve this squad,

effective immediately.

It's the only way to stamp out the rot, and I will see to that.

There will be a new unit formed,

the Major Drug Investigation Division, the MDID,

and of course you're more than welcome

to reapply for your positions.

But in the meantime I'll ask you to step away from your desks.

Ethical Standards are here to collect your files.

Any grievances, you can email me directly.

Thank you.

The worst day of my life as a police officer,

bar none.

Alright, Billy.

I'm not gonna bullshit you, alright?

Even if your tapes are admitted into evidence

and even if our other key witnesses believed,

there is no guarantee

that we'll convict Tony for the Mexican job.

But your testimony,

Billy, your testimony could clinch it, alright?

You're the only one who can tie him into the deal

from start to finish.

Am I right?

Sure, I could... I could tell you all of it, but why would I?

To finish what you started, mate.

To keep Tony Mokbel behind bars.

To do the right thing.

Man, look at that.

Shit. That's just wrong.

What's that thing, Tony?

This, Johnny, is my future.

- Looks like 'Star Wars'. - Hmm.

Remember me, Tony? Jarrod Ragg, Federal Police.

Nice of you to visit, Jarrod.

Antonios Sajih Mokbel, you are being charged

with one count of being knowingly concerned

in the importation into Australia

of a prohibited import,

namely a trafficable quantity of cocaine,

contrary to Section 233B(1)(d) of the Customs Act 1901.

The Mexican job, Tony.

Three pissy kilos?

You're joking.

We have detailed statements from two witnesses,

all corroborated.

You could be looking at 10 years.

Who you got, hmm?

Who?

It might be time for you to put your hand up, Tony.

Who?!

There are no mates in Tony Mokbel's world.

Not mates you can trust.

In the end,

it's just dog eat dog eat dog.

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