All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e02 The Mexican Job.eng

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!

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!

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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