All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e03 When the Dogs Bark.eng

What, you gonna shoot me too?

We don't like prick teasers.

We share the risk, we share the
profit. That's the way it works.

Police! On the ground now!

Prison's not a good option
for a bloke like you, Billy.

We need you to wear a wire.

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

Hey! You ripped us off, Mokbel.

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

They're my sworn enemy and
you're sucking up their arse.

It's just business, Carl.

This is the future
you could have with me, Bruno.

'Cause we're tight, aren't we?
You and me?

Yeah, mate, we're solid.
Solid. We're brothers.

- Alright.
- Relax!

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

It's all over, Tony.

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.

Jail didn't suit Tony Mokbel.

It cramped his style.

But lucky for him, he only
spent a year on remand

before we were forced
to drop the charges.

The unmasking of a few corrupt
cops in the old Drug Squad

meant the evidence against Tony
was deemed to be tainted.

So the fat bastard got
a free walk at our expense.

He went straight back to
what he knew best.

Drug dealers need
a reliable supply of drugs

to deal.

To make drugs,
you need precursor chemicals.

And Tony had a secret stash.

- Shit!
- It's Yugoslav pseudo.

24 tubs. What am I sitting on?

- 500 a pop.
- 12 mill.

- Try 200.
- Million?

- If you cook it yourself.
- Us. We.

The Mokbel brothers.
Joint venture, OK? Us brothers.

And Carl. I'll give
Carl a slice too.

Come on, Tony.
Carl's not our brother.

He's my brother, Horty, OK?
And it's my fucking pseud.

And you'll treat him
with respect.

We're gonna flood this city
with Mokbel product.

Amphetamine, MDMA,
methamphetamine, whatever.

If they want it,
we're gonna sell it to them.

- We'll need a few good cooks.
- I'll start with the best.

- Bruno Rich.
- Bruno's given it away. He's gone square.

Well, we'll fucking
get him back.

- Hey, Tony.
- Bruno.

No!

Was that really necessary?

Get your pots and pans out,
Bruno.

You're coming to cook for us
again.

I'm out of the game. My wife...

Listen, everything we make,
buy, sell, buy again.

Everything? Speak for yourself.

All you gotta say is yes, Bruno.

I...I...

One day we're gonna get
out of this shit, Carl.

- We can do this all day!
- Start a property empire.

Bigger than Westfields.

Mokbel Inc.

Don't fight it, Bruno!

Mokbel Inc.

Old hands in the new Drug Squad

like me and big Jim O'Brien

weren't too thrilled Fat Tony
was back on the streets.

Next time,
we'd lock him up for good.

Someone took my yoghurt
from the fridge.

Fruits of the forest.

- Who was it?
- I'm not the yoghurt type.

- You look like the yoghurt type.
- I'm not.

Coghlan, Miechel,
update me on Mokbel.

Paul Dale, Brunswick detectives.

Fat Tony's home turf.

Jim O'Brien. Welcome to MDID.

Yeah, it's good to be here.

Jim Coghlan.

Maria Tomasetti,
our token Tasmanian.

And David Miechel.
He's your date.

So, we'll be going after
Tony Mokbel?

Bastard's got a leave pass.

Cancel it.

Welcome.

Tony!

Yo, Big Tone!

Willie!

- Hello, mate!
- Good to see you, man.

- Good to see you.
- You know Michael? Michael Marshall.

- Yeah, I've seen you around.
- Hey, Tony.

- And you are?
- Hungry.

This is Emma. She's cool.
Just hang, baby, alright?

Um, can we have a little chat?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

Michael and me, we are ready
to step it up a notch.

We wanna buy a tub of
your Yugoslav pseudo.

- You what?
- On consignment.

We'd kick in 30% on top
once the cook's done.

You got no right talking to him
or anybody else about my gear.

Tone, it's easy for you,
otherwise I wouldn't ask.

Who else you been
flapping your mouth about?

After everything that happened
with Billy Fischer,

you need people you can trust.

Willie, if you came to me,
just to me,

I might have done business
with you, OK? Maybe.

But you bring strangers
to my door?

- What's the matter with you?
- What do I have to do?

Grow a fucking brain
and keep your mouth shut.

You are gorgeous.

I know.

Mmm.

I thought we were talking about
me coming to work for you.

Yeah.

What?

I'm 23 years old.

You're too old for me.

Bullshit. How old
do you think I am?

Is me fucking you
part of the job?

I just wanna know up front
what the deal is.

Nuh. We're good.

- You look good.
- Fuck off.

Have you seen my roots?

I'll get some colour
brought in for you.

- How's my girl?
- She's missing you, of course.

So, you gonna be there for me
when I get out?

Babe, of course I am. Come on.

I don't expect you to be
a camel or anything.

Just don't go fall...

..getting entangled, you know?

You still think Billy
was dogging you?

Yeah. Yeah, the Feds have got
him holed up overseas somewhere.

Witness protection. They must
have had something big on him.

Oh, don't make excuses
for the little shit.

What? I'm just trying
to understand.

Survival beats loyalty
every time.

What, you'd do the same
if you were in his shoes?

That's different.
I love you. He doesn't.

I miss you, fucker.

If you bought an eccy
in Melbourne back then,

chances are it was
Tony Mokbel's brand.

With the massive profits
he made,

he added to his
property portfolio.

Shops, home units, nightclubs.

Sometimes he paid in cash,

sometimes he didn't.

Just as long as his name never
appeared on the paperwork.

He was unstoppable.

- Here he is.
- Untouchable.

The Mediterranean, eh?

Or so he thought.

Mick.

Fellas. Graham.

Now, I don't know what you
blokes are fighting about,

and I don't really care.

But don't get up
until it's sorted.

The arse has dropped
out of the eccy market.

In this economy, it's the only
thing going backwards.

What do you know about it?

Gee, I haven't bought
an eccy for ages.

What do they go for these days?

Someone's dumping cheap product.

Your friend Carl's been
mouthing off that it's him.

Talk to Carl, then.

Carl's too lazy
to scratch his own arse.

We think it's you.

Don't know what you're
talking about, fellas.

Flooding the market's
no good for any of us.

Enjoy your lunch.

Smug Tony wasn't
worried about a price war.

Mick.

He was big enough
to beat any competition.

What he should have been
worrying about

was the gangland war.

Carl Williams had revenged
himself on Mark Moran.

And next on his hit list?

Brother Jason.

Hands on the roof!
Hands on the roof!

MDID, put your hands
on the roof.

Hands on the roof!

MDID - that's the Drug Squad,
kids. You're under arrest.

You know my sergeant, Paul Dale.

G'day, Terry.

Commercial quantity.

On top of Andy's
armed rob conviction.

Your kids are in
a bit of strife, mate.

Terry.

Help us and we'll
help your kids.

What you wanna know?

Who you do business with?
Who you rub shoulders with?

How long have you got, boys?
I know everyone in town.

Well, you're pretty chummy
with Tony Mokbel, aren't you?

We'd love to know
what he's been up to.

Terry Hodson's deal
to keep his kids out of jail

yielded immediate results.

Turned out he knew the location

of just about every backyard
drug lab in Greater Melbourne.

And lots of them were
controlled by Fat Tony.

The biggest noise in town -
it has to be Mokbel.

Why does it have to be Mokbel,
Coghlan?

Mokbel thinks big. I bet as we
speak he's setting up a new lab.

Two new labs, three new labs.

Best guess on the street value
of what they're cooking?

50, 60 mill.

Minimum.

Maybe much more.

Several hundred million.

Maria, where's your
eraser thing?

- Anybody seen the eraser?
- Give it here.

Alright, ladies and gents,
heed me if you will.

Got a new chart topper.

Tony Mokbel.

I want his balls.

I'll make cufflinks out of them.

Big cufflinks, boss.

That's the way
I like 'em, Maria. Big.

Fat Tony was back
on top of our shit list,

right where he belonged.

Yeah, it's a really
nice place, Tones.

- Something to say, Horty?
- Not to my taste, Tone.

Would you like to
buy a nightclub?

No, I just don't think it's
the best investment, you know?

Tony fucking Mokbel, eh?

Johnny Tedesco!

Shit, man. When did you get out?

- Where's my invitation, eh?
- I didn't know you were out!

Alright, fuck off
so we can talk.

Speak to me like I'm your wife.

OK. Mrs Williams,
fuck off so we can talk.

Johnny, come for a dance, huh?

Just don't dry-root me
this time.

- Carl.
- Tony Mokbel!

Attention, Tony Mokbel!

Um...

I just wanna say
a few words about Tone.

I'm Willie Thompson, and I've
known Tone since high school.

And, um...
Well, he's my best friend.

I love this man.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was

you've come a long way
since Moreland High, mate.

And I'm... I'm proud of you.

I mean, how many nightclubs is
it now? This place is a palace!

Tony Mokbel, everyone!

Congrats, mate.
Congrats, buddy.

Hey, everyone, listen,
just for the record,

this actually is not my club.

The club belongs to the guy

whose name it is
on the front door.

So any complaints, go to him.

That's Haji over there
with Terry Hodson.

I reckon it's your shout,
Haji, hey?

One for everyone!

You idiot -
cops find out about this place,

they'll come down on me
like a shower of shit.

Use your fucking head!
What are you doing?

I'm sorry, mate. I'm just...

I'm proud of you.

Hey, Bruno Rich - where
you got him stashed away?

Why, you wanna do
a cook on the side?

Yeah, if it's not
gonna put you out.

I'll check it out, let you know.

- Alright. Rye.
- Yeah.

It's called 'the winged
wonder', he's one step down

from a drug dealer,
now he's a property developer.

- I don't mind it.
- Looks like a bunch of bent cocks.

It's a $45 million project.

Where's he get
that kind of money?

Oh. So he's bigger
than you thought?

Yeah, alright. I want
a list of all of his assets.

Cars, houses, businesses.

Anything that he can't account
for from legitimate income,

I want to seize
as proceeds of crime.

The winged wonder
residential development

was still on top of
Tony's agenda.

If I was a head shrinker,
not a cop, I might have said

it represented
a deep-seated desire

to go straight and make
his dead dad proud of him.

Listen, do you know who that
bloke is that Carl's talking to?

Paul Dale. He's a cop.
In the Drug Squad.

Mate, we're both fucked.

Hands on your head, mate.
Hands on your head.

These gentlemen can
drink the bar, on me.

Detective Sergeant Paul Dale.

- Carl's mate.
- I wouldn't say 'mate'.

Yeah, yeah, you're Paul Dale.
Carl's cop friend.

- What do you mean by that?
- You work for Carl, don't you?

- Nope.
- You know, you should come work for me.

Make some real money.
Drive a nice car.

I don't want your money.

It's not mine. It's yours.

Hey, it was good seeing
your brother today.

- Carl!
- Hey, Tone.

The Rye lab gets busted.
Bruno and Kabalan get arrested.

And I saw you talking to
the arresting officer.

So? You talk to cops.

Which way is the information
going, Carl?

What? What are you saying?

You asked me about
the Rye drug house, right?

And then it gets busted. My
brother's looking at 8 years.

Mate, that's coincidence.
Drug Squad's all over us.

- Coincidence, eh?
- You calling me a dog?

Mate, if I was a dog,
you'd be long gone.

Are you threatening me?
Is that what you're doing?

You think 'cause Billy Fischer
dogged you in,

everyone's gonna?

That's a shit way to live, mate.

We're either friends
or we're something else.

How's it going?

Ah, early days, boss.

Yeah, well,
pull your finger out.

I want these bastards to bleed.

Boob jobs.

What?

Well, if Mokbel's
wives and girlfriends

have had breast implants
paid for by proceeds of crime,

we seize them.

-
Ooh
-
OK

-
Ooh
-
The good Lord knows it

-
Ooh
-
Oh, the good Lord knows it

-
Ooh
-
I left better behind

No, slow, slow.

Ohh.

What is that?

That's the future.

At least, that's
what I tell everyone.

Are you gonna build it?

If the council ever get their
heads out of their arses.

That's great.

Oh, I love it!

That one.

Right, I wanna live
in that apartment.

That one. Right there.

Oh, shit! Sorry.

Sorry.

It's alright.

So, you really like it, eh?

- Who designed it?
- Huh?

Oh, me, kinda, you know.

Had an idea and the concept.

No way!

Local government
had repeatedly rejected

his 'winged wonder'
development application,

citing objections
from the community.

But Tony had finally persuaded
the planning committee

to take one more look at it.

This may be Sydney Road,

but, well, it's
the gateway to Melbourne.

And for that reason, we have
an obligation to this city.

But once again,
they turned Fat Tony down flat.

So, what did he do? He appealed
to a higher authority.

I love this city, Mick.

So, what's this thing,
this business that you've got

before the Moreland
City Council?

'The winged wonder',
is that what they call it?

Well, it keeps getting knocked
back by the council, Mick.

That's the thing.

I thought maybe a man of your
experience in the business

might have some advice for me,
or contacts.

Well, I know people in Moreland.

And I could make some calls
on your behalf.

But I'm not going to.

Mick, I tell you what. Listen.

I'm going to make out a cheque.
Now, you can fill in the blanks.

- Don't embarrass yourself.
- Your favourite charity.

- Come on.
- Don't embarrass yourself.

Mate, it's a donation, alright?

Tony, you've got a bad
reputation around town.

This... this drug business.

The people that you
surround yourself with.

Carl, for example.

Right? You got a PR problem.

You gotta work on your image.
Get some new friends.

Make a peace with
Jason and Lewis.

And then, and only then,

will I make maybe one or two
calls on your behalf.

Tony, thanks for
meeting with us.

You're a real sport.

What'd I tell you, Dad?
Tony's a real good bloke.

So, here we are.
Three good blokes.

We're getting out of
the manufacturing game.

Too much work.
Too much trouble. Why bother?

We get the same stuff cheaper
from you.

I don't need another
major player in town, Lewis.

I wouldn't be selling local.
We'd take it interstate.

There's another advantage
having us as customers.

It'd keep us happy.

- If you're gonna threaten me...
- I'm not threatening you, Tony.

What Jason means is
when everyone's happy,

everyone's... happy.

Peace in our time sort of thing.

Look, we'd rather work
with you than against you.

Oh, Christ.

You opening up
a sheltered workshop, Tone?

What are you doing here, Carl?

Come on, Jase, let's go.

I'll get Milad
to call you, alright?

Come anywhere near us...

..I'll kill ya.

What are you doing here, Carl?

I was in the area.

Bullshit.

Alright. I was following Jase.

See ya, Tone.

Hurry up, you old bag!

Don't say that!

The neighbours
will think you mean it.

- Coles or Woolies?
- Coles, please.

And then I need to go to
the butcher off Huckle Street.

- Alright.
- But look, wait.

- Why, what's wrong?
- I don't know.

We gotta get a move on.

I gotta get you back in time
to take the kids to footy.

I need to know you're watching
out for yourself, love.

What? Yes.

People are killing each other
for nothing.

Mum, don't be bloody stupid.

A notorious Melbourne
underworld figure

has been murdered in the
car park of an Essendon hotel.

In broad daylight, Jason Moran
and another small-time criminal

were gunned down in front of
their children

and dozens of others

at a nearby football clinic.

Kellie Curtain
begins our coverage.

Innocent children caught up

in the deadly world
of criminals.

Mrs Moran.

My name's Charlie Bezzina
from the Homicide Squad.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

When you're ready...

..it'd be very helpful
if you could make a statement.

What would I say?

Well, you could tell us about
the last time you saw your son.

Or we can come back to that.

Why don't we come back to that?

Jason...

He was...

He was...

He was your favourite, huh?

We always have our favourites.

We know we shouldn't, but we do.

- Tony!
- Where's Carl?

He's upstairs, sleeping.
He got pissed before.

Hey, what's the problem?

Jason Moran is the problem,
Roberta.

Someone finally put a bullet
in that useless dickhead.

Did they?

How are you, Tony, mate?
Alright?

- Johnny, get out of the way.
- Mate!

Come and celebrate
with us, alright?

He gave us nothing but misery.

There were children
in that car! Kids!

Mate, they didn't get hurt
or nothing, alright?

There were children everywhere!

It was a footy clinic!

- Jesus Christ!
- Tony, look...

The whole fucking world
is gonna come down on us now.

All of us.

Tell that stupid husband
of yours "Enough."

- Enough!
- Enough what?

Tony eventually
forgave Willie Thompson

for being a dickhead

and advanced him
enough cash to bring

a shipment of precursor
chemicals down from Sydney.

As always, there was
a ready market in Melbourne.

Oh, I'll have to get it to you.

Mate, the usual way of
conducting business

is that I give you the thing

and you give me the money
for that thing I gave you.

What are you,
a fucking economist now?

Couple of days max, Willie.

And don't go casting aspersions.

- What?
- It's a word.

Are you telling me serious
you don't have the cash?

Couple of days, then.

Pow!

The easiest way
to avoid paying a drug debt?

Use a gun.

It was Carl.
You know that, right?

See you, mate.

Hey, Tone. Willie and I weren't
on the best of terms in the end

but, you know, makes you
realise what's important.

Yeah. Thanks, mate.

Bertie.

Marshall's got front
turning up here.

You saying it was him?

Course it was!

Been telling everyone
how Willie ripped him off.

Bitching to me about Willie
the other night,

saying how he wanted
to kill him.

Just saying, Tone.

Are you absolutely sure?

It was Carl. The prick is so
fucking paranoid right now,

he'll probably
take it out on me next.

If you call him on it,
that's exactly what'll happen.

Don't you make an enemy out of
him. Don't be a dick, Tony.

Fuckin' leave it!

Carl knew Tony wasn't convinced

Michael Marshall was the bloke
who killed Willie

and he didn't want him
to find out who did,

so he gave instructions

for hit man Johnny Tedesco
to take out Marshall

before Tony had a chance
to put the hard word on him.

I guess it wasn't personal.

Just business.

That's good, mate.

But Carl didn't realise

Johnny Tedesco
was already on police radar

for a series of
violent armed robberies.

He had a tracking device
installed in his vehicle.

A mobile unit was shadowing
his every move.

Jim. We got a bead on
a major Tony Mokbel drug house.

According to Terry Hodson,

the premises is rented
under the name Emma Styles.

- Hodson's your informant?
- Mm-hm.

He says Emma's fucking Fat Tony.

OK, I'm getting hard.

She uses a hand press. Maximum
production of 3,000 a day.

We estimate there'll be
15,000 ready to go

at the end of the week.

And at least a million in cash.

- Let's hit her Saturday.
- It's grand final day.

I'm not sure the fellas are
gonna be too happy about that.

I'm sorry - I thought this was
a 7-day-a-week operation.

Sunday. Bit of luck, we'll
catch Tony with his pants down.

Go the Pies!

I'm in the job!
I'm in the job!

I'm in the job, mate!

I'm in the job!

Thanks to Neighbourhood Watch,

Tony escaped getting
caught up in the burglary

by the skin of his teeth.

But yet another drug lab
had gone to God,

plus he'd lost
a promising drug cook

with sensational legs.

Emma Styles?
Is this your house?

No.

Do not let them in the house,
whatever you do.

It's a bit late for that.

Emma, a word of warning.

Don't dog me.

Ma'am, you're gonna
have to come with us.

Don't touch me!
Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!
I can get in the car myself.

Get off me!

I'm not denying anything
about the robbery.

We knew the place was
gonna be raided tomorrow,

so we thought we'd get in there
first and nick the stuff.

You and
Senior Constable Miechel?

Yeah.

But, well, lesson learned.

Don't go trying to rob a house

in a Neighbourhood Watch
area, eh?

That's good advice.

There was supposed to be
a third person with us.

David's direct boss,

Senior Sergeant Paul Dale.

- Know him?
- That's a serious accusation.

- Why are you telling us?
- You'd wanna know, wouldn't you?

Terry Hodson's
allegations against Paul Dale

would make waves
for years to come.

For us...

I've been fitted up, Jim.

..and for
the criminal underworld.

Get your hands off me.

Yeah.

Listen, Emma,
I'm really sorry, you know.

You need... You need anything,
you just let me know.

Look, maybe when you get out,
I'll be legit

and I can offer you a good job.

A proper job.

Yeah.

Alright. You take care.

See ya.

Late 2003, and
Danielle McGuire was released

after serving 19 months of
her three-year drug sentence.

But the good news for Tony
didn't last long.

His best mate, Carl Williams,

was doing more cocaine than ever

and was ever more unpredictable.

You learned some new tricks
while I was away.

That's good.

I missed you.

Listen, that...

..that girl, Emma.

I'm paying for her lawyer.

Just so you know.

That's cool.

Tony? Tony!

- Where are ya?
- Shit.

- Are ya there? Tony?
- Bert? Bertie? What's going on?

Look, it's Carl. He's had
a brain snap or something.

Now, I know there's shit
gone down between you two,

but I need someone with
a good head on their shoulders.

You can talk to him,
you can get through to him.

- Carl and me lately...
- I don't care!

He needs ya.

- Like now! Come on!
- Alright, alright.

- Oh, just go!
- OK?

- Give me a minute.
- Fine.

Carl.

Tone!

Carl, what are you doing, mate?
You right?

Put the gun away.
Put the gun away!

Put the gun away, Carl.

- Put it down, mate.
- Hey, Lew!

Lew Moran.

Carl, you're just doing too much
shit, mate. You're going crazy.

Hey, mate, I can trust you,
can't I?

- Yeah, course you can.
- I can trust you.

I DON'T KNOW WHO I CAN TRUST!

Carl, throw the gun away.

Get inside, Roberta.
I'll look after him.

They kept on at me about you,
you know?

- Who did?
- The jacks.

Told 'em to fuck off
'cause you were my mate.

Didn't give them nothing.

And you just came and throw it
all back in my face

with the Rye drug deal.

Arsehole.

Jesus, mate.

When's this bloody war
gonna end, hey? When?

WHEN THEY END!

Mark, Jase, I got 'em back.

I got 'em back on principle.

They had it coming.

So, yeah...

It's over.

I think we're off here.

Goodbye, Lewis.

Then that's it, Carl.

OK?

You're done.

- We've found 13 million worth so far.
- That's a good start.

Yeah, there's gonna be more
in hidden assets, though.

It's a shame we didn't let him
build the winged wonder first.

Could have dismantled it
brick by brick.

"Whatever resources
you need, Jim."

I'd take him for
everything he's got.

Mr Mokbel!

Hey, Tony. Warrant for you.

We're seizing documents under
the Confiscation Act 1997.

- Proceeds of crime.
- What bloody crime?

You'll also see in the warrant

a list of properties owned
by you or your companies

that have been placed
under a restraining order.

You may not trade in or access
income from these properties

until the matter's been
sorted out by a court.

These are all
legitimate businesses.

Haven't got bank loans against
them. All the paperwork's there.

Well, you just need to
explain to the court

how you paid for the bank loans.

But if you've got the paperwork
and invoices and tax returns,

then you've got nothing
to worry about, have you?

It would have been good.

It's a shame.

Tony's dreams of legitimacy

were always destined
to go up in smoke.

I guess you can't be
a pillar of the community

when you've got
murderers for mates -

men like Carl Williams
and Johnny Tedesco.

Carl... Carl would get
all the day-to-day stuff,

like the gun and the car.

The money?
The money came from... Tony.

You know Tony, yeah?
Tony Mokbel.

The one who had
Michael Marshall killed

'cause he reckoned that Michael
killed Willie Thompson.

Johnny Tedesco was a liar,

but he was a very
convincing liar.

His statement would
prove to be a time bomb

for Antonios...

..Sajih...

..Mokbel.

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