All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e05 Wheres Tony.eng

I'm not going back to jail.
No way.

Feds are asking for some
shitload of bail, aren't they?

- A million bucks.
- It's for the family.

Let's put the bloody house up.
It's for the family.

If properly instructed,
I'm satisfied

that a jury could return
a guilty verdict.

Can we be called 'The Company'?

I'll be the CEO.
You guys be the managers.

Do the time, Tony.
It's eight years. It's nothing.

Look, whatever happens,
just remember that I love you.

Counsel, where is Mr Mokbel?

We don't have him, Your Honour.

It was Commonwealth Games time

in the City of Melbourne
when Tony Mokbel bailed out

in the middle of
his Mexican cocaine trail

and went on the run.

None of his family
saw it coming.

Did you know?
What did he tell ya?

I told you, he didn't come home
last night.

Then why didn't you call me?
I'm his bloody surety.

I'm supposed to know
where he is.

- We are gonna lose the house.
- We're not gonna lose anything.

It'll be alright, Renae.
I'll make sure.

- Did you know? Did you, Horty?
- Maybe someone knocked him off?

Makes more sense
than him going on the run.

Oh, if it's a gangland hit,
there'll be a body.

- Maybe something bad happened to him?
- Don't you say that.

- Don't fucking die, Tony.
- Renae. Renae.

Unless you know different,
Danielle?

Most likely scenario is he saw
the cards stacked against him

and pissed off
rather than face conviction.

He's a smart operator. He knows
running off isn't the answer.

He's not laying
in a ditch somewhere.

That shit stopped when Carl
Williams got locked up.

Why are you so sure
that he'd run?

You bring anything else against
him apart from drugs matters?

It was mentioned in a couple of
statements against Carl Williams

for the murder of Michael
Marshall and Lewis Moran.

Would have been bloody helpful
to know that

when he applied
to have him remanded.

It's not federal business
what we do to prosecute the law

inside the state
of Victoria, Jarrod.

I'm sorry to have
to point that out.

The fact of the matter is,
had we presented that in court,

we would not be
having this discussion.

Just so we're clear,
we don't need Tony in custody

to do our job, which is to shut
down his entire operation.

In many ways, it's actually
easier with him not around.

So good luck trying to find him,
which I'm sure you will,

and when you do,
then we'll prosecute him

for all the stuff
we just mentioned.

Isn't it obvious?

He knew he was going to lose,
so he's run away.

Please be quiet.

He was sleeping around on you
when you were in jail.

- Just shut up.
- Or what?

No. Gotta resist that.

We can get a message to her.
Let her know.

No, no. She's not to know.
She'll try and find me.

The cops will use that, alright?
None of my family either.

- They ask you, you know nothing.
- Sure this is the right move?

You could just walk
into a police station

and chalk it all up
to a big night.

Yeah, I wish.
Babe, babe, babe, come on.

A bit of privacy, please.

I am not going to jail

for a fucking murder
I had nothing to do with.

Right. Get your shit together.
Let's go.

We're going to Haji's.

Now? It's broad daylight
outside.

Sorry I couldn't stop the sun
coming up. Come on, let's go.

Come on, move. Good? Let's go.

- Shit.
- What?

- It's the cops.
- What are you doing?

Back it up.
Back it up, you idiot.

- Well, they've spotted us.
- Jesus, Phil.

Ah...

Oh, shit.

You better talk to him.

Wind your window down. Wind your
window down and talk to him.

Hi.

You a local resident?

Um...

Can't let you through
if you're not a local.

- Why?
- Road race comes through here.

Commonwealth Games.

Don't worry, mate.
Go around the other way.

Have a good day.

Calm. Just be calm.

- OK.
- Phil, be calm.

OK.

Jesus, you gotta do
better than that.

You gotta get better
than that, mate.

Far out.

Is there a problem?

I wanna help you, Tony, but
my phones are off. I know it.

It's only a matter of time

before the jacks come here
looking for ya.

What happened to
our arrangements, huh?

24 hours ago, we arranged that I
would stay here under your roof.

The roof you wouldn't fucking
have if it wasn't for me.

I'm sorry, Tony.

You're sorry?

I come to you
and you turn your back on me?

You turn your back on me?

That's what I'm gonna remember
about you, Haji.

Get out of here.

Tony's in the back seat of a
Toyota Corona, no seatbelt on.

And you're there driving it
down a freeway in reverse

going way over the speed limit,
swerving in and out of cars.

Why am I driving
a Toyota Corona?

I don't know. It's a dream.

So Tony's there
yelling, "Carl, slow down.

"I haven't got my seatbelt on."

You're there just hammering it
in reverse, going way too fast.

And you want me to tell you
what that means?

I know what it means.
It means he's fucking dead.

Did we crash?

No, but I knew you
were going to.

Well, then, that means
I'd be dead too, wouldn't I?

Not everything's
about you, Carl.

You're the one who put me
in your dream-fucking-car.

I just... I hope
nothing's happened to him.

No-one would have knocked him,
Bert.

It's your dumb imagination.

Everyone thought Tony
was a good bloke.

Even the ones that didn't.

- Still love you, Carlos.
- Good.

When Dario Mancini
wasn't cooking meth for Tony,

he was playing hobby farmer

with his wife and daughter
up at Bonnie Doon,

a quiet rural hamlet
where nothing ever happened.

Bloody mongrel dogs.

Don't call 'em that.

Hey.

It's alright. I'm not dead.

Jesus Christ.
What are you doing here?

What sort of welcome is that?
Come on.

Oh, hello. You must be Sally.
Dad's told me all about you.

Peg.

- Tony? Tony? Hey?
- This is perfect. Perfect.

I'm staying.

Thanks, Daz. Thank you.

Thank you. You're a good man.

Yeah. Good, good.

Now, I just want to go over

Tony's movements again,
if that's alright.

I've already told you
everything I know.

Yes, well,
we're gonna do it again.

Now, I know that you
and Renae are close.

You care about what happens
to her, don't you?

Yeah.

You don't want to see her
go to jail, do you?

I don't know where he is.
I don't know what happened.

I don't know anything.

Well, if that's the case, what
does he really think about you,

leaving you to fret like this?

I mean, it's a form
of torture, isn't it?

If you help me... maybe
I can bring you some closure.

Fuck you.

Listen to me, Milad.

I can't cook in this joint.
There's no drain access.

It's your lab,
your problem, Bruno.

Drill a hole in the bloody wall.

On the basis of that tape,
Bruno the drug cook's

gotta be the way in -
he could give us both of them.

OK, that's all we need.

I want to put pressure on
the whole Mokbel organisation.

How far are we from finding out

the location of
this bloke Bruno's lab?

We know it's in
or around Strathmore,

possibly near a school.

Alright, well,
thumbs out of bums.

Find the bloody thing
and bring him in.

Big kahuna speak.

You've been caught in possession

of 2.5 kilo of methamphetamine.

That's a commercial quantity,
Bruno.

Judge is gonna give you the
maximum sentence - 25 years.

That's a big jump from
the eight you were looking at.

Or we forget about
the 2.5 kilo and the 25 years,

and you do eight in exchange
for who you're working for,

the Mokbel boys.

Your life is in my hands, Bruno.

You can do 8 or you can do 25.

Your choice.

You've got 20 minutes
to make a decision.

You know, Sally can't be telling
her friends at school

that someone called Tony is
staying at her house, right?

- You know that?
- Yeah, I've talked to her.

And Peg, alright? Don't worry.
You're always worrying.

So Peg's alright
with me staying here?

- She'll get there.
- Hmm.

-
The Devil's brew...

It will relax you. Go on.
Have a bit. Here.

Jesus.

I don't know how you do it, Daz.

- Do what?
- This. This.

There's nothing. The silence.

Shit coffee.

Yeah. That's why
I get stoned, man.

- Hmm.
- Hm.

Tony, listen to me. Do you know
what you're doing? Hm?

I mean, how long do you reckon

you can stay under the radar
without getting busted?

- How long?
- For as long as I can, Daz.

Listen, I need you to contact
someone for me - Stavros.

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna need his help.

- Tony.
- Hey, Peg.

Daz, can I talk to you
for a minute?

- Yeah.
- Ball and chain, huh?

What are you giving me
the evil eye for?

How long is he gonna be here?

As long as I want him here.

Hey.

Hey, Sally.

I know what that is.
It's a bong.

Dad smokes all the time.

Does he? Well, he
shouldn't. Not in front of kids.

You're on the run.

- Am I?
- Mm.

You OK with that,
me staying here?

Mum doesn't want you to.

No. No, she doesn't. So what
do you reckon I should do?

Don't listen to anything
Mum says, for a start.

- How old are you?
- 12.

Yeah, my oldest boy's 12.

And, just like you,
he's full of attitude.

Doesn't listen to a word
his mum says or me.

Yeah, anyway, um... So...

So... are you...
are you gonna keep my secret?

Come, I'll show you round
the place.

Alright.

No way is he dead.
I'd know it here.

Yeah, he wouldn't give me
the satisfaction.

Brotherly love, right?
So where is he?

I've got no idea
where he's buggered off to.

I expect a man
with your connections

to be able to make
a few phone calls.

What sort of connections?

You think that I'm gonna be
able to police fizz for you?

What, you expect us
to dog our brother?

You would be doing him a favour.

How is dogging on Tony
doing him a favour?

Here's my card, in case
you hear of something.

You know,
that's toilet paper to me.

You know who you should talk to
is Judy Moran.

No-one rates her,
but she's on the pulse.

Can you afford not to?

Oh, he's dead.
Dead as a doornail.

What makes you so sure?

Or he's run away with his tail
tucked between his legs.

Where do you think he...?

Leaving his brother
and sister-in-law

a million dollars out of pocket.

Either way, it's an indication
of poor character.

You know, I know a lot of people

who want this fucker dead.

Alright, like who? Come on.

You know, you'd be about
Mark's age when he was killed.

No-one's ever answered
for that.

It's despicable.

Are you going to eat
that muffin?

- Ah... no.
- I'll take it home, then.

Waste not, want not.

So does that mean
the trial's over?

No, the judge is going
to continue without him.

And you reckon
he'll go for that?

Jarrod Ragg.

Thank you.

Jury's reached a verdict
without him.

Now, my strong advice
to both of you

is that you find your brother
and you tell him to call me

before he flushes his entire
fucking life down the toilet.

Justice Gillard
went ahead with the trial

even though Tony was long gone.

The wheels of justice grind
slow but exceedingly fine.

In the end,
it only took the jury

90 minutes to find him guilty.

He got 12 years...

What? For three pissy kilos?
That's a fucking joke.

..his sentence to start

the moment he was returned
to custody.

Oi. Tell me what happens now.

Well, the court comes after you
for its million dollars,

and if you don't have the money,
it's your house.

You put your faith
in the wrong man, Renae.

Where's the money you owe me,
you wog fuck?

It's up my arse,
you Leb piece of shit.

Ha, ha! Antonios Mokbel.
Mwah! He's not dead, hey?

That is a good thing.

So what I need, Stavros.

I need a place, right,
with big high walls, right?

High security, OK?
You know, like a compound.

- In the city?
- Yeah, in Melbourne.

I gotta be near my kids,
mate, you know?

And I got the business
to take care of.

What you're describing
is a prison,

which is where you'll end up
if you don't get the hell out.

Like out of the country.

I got too much shit going on,
Stavros. I can't do that.

Just do it by remote.
The phone, the internet.

You got guys to do
your heavy lifting.

Yeah, yeah, course I do,
but they're squareheads.

- I'm not sure they're up to it.
- You can't stay in Australia.

You're paying me too much

just to tell you
shit you wanna hear.

The fact is
you're fucked if you stay.

What am I supposed to do? Just
get on a fucking plane, huh?

They're watching the airports.

Boat. The only way we can
get you out is on a boat.

No way. No, no. No boat.
I get seasick.

Well, there's tablets for that.
Don't worry.

I'm not getting on a boat, OK?

Well, you think about it.

And think about 12 years
in prison,

maybe life if they do you for
that Michael Marshall thing.

They're your options.

So, from here,
Daz and Fab gas the P2P.

And, from that,
we get the powder ready to sell.

Long way from what they taught
us at Xavier, hey, Red?

Very organised.

I like it.

Mokbel alert.
Horty and Milad.

How did they find us?

Problem?

Um, quiet.

I'll do the talking.

Mil, Horty,
what are you doing here?

What's that about?

This deal you got with Tony.
You resigned.

- Both of you.
- That's how he wants it.

Don't ask us where he is
'cause we won't tell ya.

- Daz, Fab, get out here.
- Stay where you are, boys.

I'm sorry, did you speak?

You talked to Tony?

Yeah, he told us where you were.

He was a little bit angry
about you avoiding us.

He told me to tell you that.

I don't believe you.

Now fuck off.

- Oh!
- Hey!

Motherfucker.

Pfft. What's that?

Take this dickhead.

Yeah.

Bitch.

Are we cool?

Yeah, we're cool. We're cool.

This is Red.

- He works for us.
- Greetings.

You got anything you wanna say
to us, say it through Red.

We can all be on
the same side here, boys.

We're not greedy.

The Mokbel boys knew

there was more than one way
to skin a cat.

Just as long as everyone got

a fair share of
The Company's profits,

who cared who called the shots?

But what none of them
realised yet -

there was a rat in the ranks.

Bruno Rich was working for us.

You, ah, haven't heard
anything from Tony, have you?

On the moon last I heard.

Happy birthday.

Once again, Bruno,
you're top-quality shit.

Milad and Renae Mokbel's
financials so far.

Now, Renae's
in a bit of a pickle

'cause the house she put up
as surety is owned by a company,

part of the family's
trust arrangement.

The short of it is
it's not legally hers to give.

So if she defaults
on the million dollars...

She'll default on the seizure
and sell the property.

Now, look, she might
come up with the cash.

But any cash
she does come up with,

she'll have to prove
is not proceeds of crime.

- She's screwed.
- Mm.

- She'll go to jail.
- Yeah.

Just when I thought today
couldn't get any better.

Shit, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Settle down, buddy.
Settle down. Red. Red.

Lay off him.
Lay off him. Get off!

Let's get out of here.

If we hadn't
have pulled him off,

the little wing nut's head
would be fucking jam.

- It was awesome.
- Won't mess with us anymore.

- That's from your tame cop.
- Yeah, good, good, good.

So this Red bloke.
How well do you know him?

- Oh, we went to school together.
- He used to beat us up.

Really? Can you control him?

Oh, yeah. Nah, he wouldn't do
the wrong thing by us.

Plus, he's not a user.
You know, his body's his temple.

He's straight up.

Well, I'm impressed, boys.
That's good. Very good.

See, you stand up for yourself,

word gets around and no-one
fucks with you, you understand?

Ah, they're gonna do Carl
for the Lewis Moran murder.

What? This is bullshit.

- It's the same as the Michael Marshall thing.
- What?

Crown witness against Carl.
Johnny Tedesco.

He's saying I paid
for the hit on Lewis.

Prick.

Listen, you boys should
take off. I'll see you soon.

- See you, boss.
- Go easy, alright?

Listen.

I don't know what you're up to
and I don't want to know.

But you tell your dodgy mates
to stay away from here.

They're my friends,
Peg, alright?

Nothing for you to worry about.

It's my farm. It's my rules.

And don't fill my daughter's
head with your bullshit.

You know what?
You need to calm down.

Calm down? I can't calm down
until you get out of here.

Where do you think
the money comes from

that runs this fucking place,
hey?

You know what,
get out of my kitchen.

It comes from me.
You understand?

Your husband's
a fucking drug dealer

and the money comes from me.

You're sucking on my tit.

I know what you need.

You have no idea.

You're bored, you're lonely.
You want me?

I want you to go.

I'll go when I'm fucking ready.

I never thought that dickhead
Tedesco's testimony'd stand up.

I thought for sure he'd stuff
it up - know what I mean? -

and they'd throw it out.

There's no way I can come back

with that charge hanging
over my head, is there?

Well, you've only got
one choice. Go forward. Greece.

Nah, nah, nah.
No, no, no. Lebanon.

What do you want to go there
for? Lebanon's a shit hole.

It's where my family
are from, alright?

I got no contacts there.
Wouldn't know where to begin.

No, no, you're better off
in Greece.

OK, you'll love it there.

It's a bit like Europe,
only it's got sun, beaches,

and it's corrupt as all shit.

Hey, Tony, if you get
in trouble in Greece,

you just pay your way out, mate.

Hey?

Alright, get a boat.

It's gonna cost, huh?
An ocean-going yacht.

The crew, they've gotta go
a long way.

Yeah, well, then make sure
it's a bloody big one.

And get it now, alright?

The moment Roberta Williams

completed her jail sentence
for drug dealing,

she went down to the Barwon
maximum security facility

to visit her hubby.

Things were going badly
for Carl,

and I imagine Roberta knew
he'd never be a free man again.

Their daughter, Dakota,

was gonna have to grow up
without a dad.

The prisoner will stand.

You, Carl Williams,
have been found guilty

by a jury of this court to the
murder of Mr Michael Marshall.

You, Mr Williams, worked
actively with the gunmen

to organise the killing and did
so for your own financial gain.

You pleaded not guilty

and have demonstrated
no remorse for your crime.

I therefore sentence you
to life imprisonment

in the minimum of 23 years
starting today.

Tony, the hundred grand
you asked for is in the bag

in the car
and the other stuff as well.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- You don't tell me?

You tell dipshit,
but you don't tell me?

- I thought you were dead.
- Baby.

I'll kill you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, shit.

- Ohh!
- Amen to that.

Get out. Mum's tabouli?

Awesome. Listen, shut your eyes.

- Why?
- I got a surprise for you.

Come on, come on. You right?

What the fuck's that?

It's my disguise.

Oh. Um...

If it was styled
to your head a bit better,

it might look almost normal.

Yeah? Can you do it?

Have a look what I've got.

I've got nail scissors.

Nail scissors?
Won't they fuck it up?

Oh, shut up. It's already
fucked up. I'm gonna unfuck it.

OK.

Pffft!

I'm pregnant. Don't move.

Really?

I'm keeping it.

OK.

Hey, um, how do you feel
about a Greek baby?

- What?
- A Greek baby?

Hey, we're gonna go
away for a while, sweetheart.

- You mean like a holiday?
- Yeah, sort of.

So not really?

We're going to see Uncle Tony.

Yes, eventually.

This is shit.

There's a report here that says,

"Toby Mokbel's in Egypt
posing as an orthodox priest."

Well, this guy here,
his name's Phil Costa.

He's been spending time
with Tony's boys.

Took them trail bike riding
two weekends back.

Here he is racing remote-
controlled cars with them.

Looks like he's filling in as
Dad while Tony's not around.

- Mr Costa, has he got form?
- Nah, cleanskin.

Works in the family business
selling manchester.

You know, sheets, bedding,
that sort of thing.

Yes, I'm familiar
with the term 'manchester'.

Well, it could be a family
friend, ex-wife's new boyfriend.

Well, put him on file
for follow-up.

Jarrod Ragg.

Mm. Yes.

When?

Well, you let me know
as soon as you do, alright?

Danielle McGuire boarded a
flight to Singapore yesterday.

She's taken her daughter
with her.

Off to Egypt, then, hey?

She just toddles off out
of the country, just like that.

Gone.

Hey, Tony.
Yeah, we got the boat.

No, great boat. It's nice.
Got a crew. Good crew.

Yeah, we got a problem, though.

Yeah, they won't sail
to Fremantle

through the Bass Strait.

It's going west
against the winds, bad waters.

Hey, hold on,
before you get all worked up,

I've got an idea.

It took six days
and cost a small fortune

to truck the yacht across
the continent long ways

from Newcastle to Freo.

Meanwhile, Tony's Greek crew
flew Qantas.

Hey, thanks for everything.

- Cheers.
- You're welcome.

Hey, Tony.
You wanna play Xbox?

Oh, it's time for bed.
Sweetie, say goodnight.

Yeah, off to bed, honey,
come on. Give me a kiss.

- Good girl.
- I'll see you in bed.

- 'Night, Tony.
- Come on.

Listen, I'm not gonna be here

in the morning when
you wake up, alright?

Where are you going?

I have to go away,
and I'm not gonna come back.

Hey, maybe you can come visit
me? Hm? Would you like that?

Yeah.

Alright.
I got something for you.

That's money.

I'll give it to your dad to look
after for your education.

I want you to be something
your parents can be proud of.

You don't need to do that, Tony.

Yeah, we're plenty proud
enough already, OK?

Her education's
not your concern.

You don't want her to have
a good start? To have the best?

- He wants to. Let her have it.
- Alright, fine. You know what?

I'll just shut up, OK?
Come here, sweetheart.

- Sal, come on, off you go.
- Let's go.

- Off to bed, honey.
- Goodnight.

- Daz, what the fuck?
- I know.

She didn't say shit
when I gave her her 40 grand.

You gotta sort her out, mate.

What? Do you reckon
it looks natural?

- Yeah. Like a guy with hair.
- Hm.

Listen, unless I say otherwise,

Phil and Bruce,
they speak for me.

With the business, it's as good
as coming from my mouth.

- Alright?
- Alright. Go safe, huh?

- Come here.
- Yeah.

- Who's the bloke with the hair?
- Hey.

You ride in the back with Baby.

Who?

- What, this is Baby?
- Her name's Baby.

- Hello, Tony.
- Agape. Beautiful as always.

Tony.

Tony. Hey, Tony, you awake?
Good morning.

- Hey.
- Good morning.

We just went over
the border, huh?

We're out of the Garden State.

Yeah. Good.

Yeah. So far, so good.

Another six hours,
we'll stop at Port Augusta.

And tomorrow
onto the Nullarbor, hey?

Happy days, hey.

The country life
has been good to you, Tony.

Goes to the country a bald man
and comes back a real man.

It's gonna be a long drive,
Stavros.

Yeah. I've got a plan
if the police pull us over.

We're on a family holiday.

And if the police wanna talk
to you, you don't say nothing.

OK, you just pretend
you can't hear 'em

because you got a retardation.

You're deaf and you're mute.

Let me do the talking
and everything will be OK.

I'm a deaf-mute?

That's the best
you can come up with?

I'm a fucking deaf-mute.

Oh, Jesus.

This is it? Is it gonna make
it?

She, Tony. She.
The boat's a woman.

You treat her well,
with respect,

she'll take you to the end
of the earth and back, ah.

Well, pity you can't fuck her,
then.

For that,
we've got putanas tonight.

Hey, Stavros, your turn, mate.
I'm all fucked out.

Agape's got special scissors
for that sort of thing, mate.

I like to keep my balls
where they are.

Yeah, I wouldn't wanna mess
with your missus, mate.

Oh. Hey.

Yeah.

What?

Oh, Jesus. Really?

Oh, shit. Yeah, righto.

What are you doing?
Get out of here.

-
Baby, I need you here
-
Baby, don't cry...

- Alright, see ya.
- Well, what is it?

Cops have taken
20 million of my assets.

- I'm sorry, mate.
- Fucking arseholes.

Hey, new beginnings.
Everything's gonna be OK.

Where is Tony, Mil?
I need a million bucks.

I haven't spoken to him.
No-one has. You know that.

He made a promise to you and me.
He owes us.

He's not gonna leave us in
the shit. He wouldn't do that.

Say he sends us a million bucks.

I'm not holding my breath
him doing that, but say he did.

I couldn't even use it
to pay out the Feds

'cause I'd have to show
where it came from,

and they'd work it
it's proceeds of crime.

Where the fuck else would
a million in cash come from?

Where is he, Mil?
You know what?

He has gone and he doesn't
give a shit about us anymore.

He's my brother
and that counts for something.

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