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- You're on the run. - Am I?

I don't know where he is.

Jury's reached a verdict. Without him.

The house she put up as surety is not legally hers to give.

So if she defaults on the million dollars...

- She'll go to jail. - Tony, you can't stay in Australia.

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

You only got one choice. Greece.

You'll love it there. It's as corrupt as all shit.

Get a boat.

You, Carl Williams,

have been found guilty by a jury of this court.

I therefore sentence you to life imprisonment.

Be a whole phone book of people

who would like to see Terry Hodson dead.

Am I a person of interest?

I'm pregnant.

How do you feel about a Greek baby?

Danielle McGuire boarded a flight to Singapore yesterday.

Gone.

It has to be said, Tony Mokbel had pulled off

one of the most unlikely and best-planned escapes

in the book.

He was now sailing the ocean blue,

free as a bird.

He never did find his sea legs.

He was crook as a chook every day for six weeks.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

It still gives me a chuckle when I think about it.

Excuse me, boss.

Intel just in.

It seems Milad Mokbel

might have a small fortune

buried in a backyard in Parkdale.

VicPol didn't put a high priority on finding Tony.

That was Jarrod Ragg and the Feds' problem.

The big kahuna, Jim O'Brien,

was more interested in getting his hands on Mokbel assets -

Tony's, Milad's, Horty's.

I thought the lovely Renae

was pleading hardship before a judge today.

I'm just an ordinary housewife and mum, Your Honour.

I signed those papers because that's what you do for family.

I swear to you, I have got no idea where Tony is

or even if he's still alive.

To sell our home would be... such a terrible punishment,

but we can't even do that

because it's been frozen by the court.

Oh, there is no way he can deny this is his.

Thank you, Milad!

Making me pay a million dollars that I don't have

or sending me to prison would be...

..very hard on myself,

my beautiful children and my husband, Your Honour.

Who is currently in prison on drug charges.

Which, again, I swear I knew nothing about.

Good girl, Renae.

We're right behind you, girlfriend.

Here.

The Feds didn't give a rats about Mokbel assets.

They just wanted to get their hands on Tony.

You know this would all go away if we had Tony.

I don't know where he is. I know nothing.

The Mokbels are a pretty close family.

I bet his brothers know more than they're saying.

You should ask your hubby.

Listen, Renae, the court are not gonna go easy on you

because of a few tears.

Tony made us all look like idiots.

Someone's gonna have to pay.

I'd really hate if that someone was you.

- Hit me. - Huh? - As hard as you can.

I will feel no pain.

What, they take our house and the jewellery

and they still wanna lock her up? What's the point of that?

We're paying for the best lawyers money can buy, boss.

Especially since they found them goodies in the backyard.

Fucking arseholes.

So, how's business?

Smoking Joe's cooking up a new batch right now.

Top-quality shit.

Good. Listen, send him my love, will ya?

And how's his kid? Ask how his kid is.

- Hey, Smoking Joe? - Yeah?

Boss sends his love. Asking after your kid.

Still top of his class.

Chemistry's in the blood.

- He says... - Yeah, yeah, I heard him.

That's good. Listen, I gotta go, alright?

I got a call coming in.

Ciao, boss.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

Hang on a second. Hang on.

Danielle McGuire was travelling through Europe

with a kid in tow and another on the way.

Suspecting the local coppers had been requested

to keep an eye out for her,

she'd taught herself countersurveillance.

Sorry about that, babe.

Yeah, that's a lovely greeting.

Oh, babe, I've been spewing up all the time.

Nothing personal.

You OK?

I'm huge. I feel like a beached whale.

Oh, I haven't seen any of those.

Maybe you'll be the first one, eh?

That's not funny.

Sweetheart, come on, you know?

You'll be OK.

I miss you.

I want you to be here with me when the baby comes.

Baby, I'm trying my hardest, alright?

I can't paddle any faster.

I'm lonely.

I know. Me too.

Me too. But look, I will be there, sweetheart, OK?

I promise you I'll be there.

OK.

Hang on.

Listen, um, babe, you just be good for Tony, alright?

Yeah? And don't get careless.

I won't.

Hey, maybe we shouldn't talk on this phone anymore, alright?

Just to be sure, just to be careful.

Babe, I gotta go. There's something going on.

Fuck off, and stop following me!

- Mum! - Pervert.

- You've lost weight. - You found it.

You're hilarious, you know that?

Where's Kotes?

At a friend's place.

Well, I wanna see her.

I wanna see my little girl.

Yeah, well, you can't today.

What's your problem?

I'm getting a divorce.

No, you're not. Don't be stupid.

- Yeah, I am. - You're getting a divorce?

- Yeah. - Why?

'Cause I can't do this anymore.

- Who is he? - Doesn't matter.

It matters to me. Do I know the prick?

- No. - What's his name?

- It's Mohammed. - Mohammed?

He wants to look after me,

and I need someone to look after me.

Yeah, you know what?

I can pull chicks too.

I can.

Check her out, hey?

I gotta go.

See ya.

Yeah, well, merry fucking Christmas, by the way!

How's Dad?

Sorry, baby. Come here.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby.

Meanwhile, Tony's ride to a new life

was forced to make a pit stop in the Maldives

to fix the haemorrhaging autopilot.

I'm sorry for the pain that I...

And that meant breaking an important promise to Danielle.

I was all at sea

The waves were crashing through

And if you still love me like you did before

I will sail my ship to your lonely...

Babe?

Where's Tony?

You don't know?

- They got him? - No, no. Everything's OK.

Trouble with the boat. He's going to be a little bit late.

Typical.

Have a look at this place.

It's gorgeous.

Oh.

What the...

Oh, shit.

Could you get a sponge? Just something...

In that drawer.

- Far out. - Sponge, sponge, sponge...

Great.

Ahhhh...

Black milk

We got it...

- No hospital. - But you need see...

No, I'm having it here!

I can't go to a bloody hospital, you stupid bitch!

Ahhhh

Black milk

Raised on it...

Ahhh...

Is she there? Is she there? Can you see it? Tell me!

It's no good. I'm going to have to turn the baby.

You what?

Reach inside you and turn the baby.

- Bullshit! - If not, the baby will die.

I've seen it done before.

- Where? - In the village, with cows.

So it should work for you.

Ahh, I can... Do it, do it, do it, do it!

This is going to hurt.

Oh, gross.

Jesus! Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?

Stavros.

Shit, mate. What are you doing here?

Well, you're behind schedule, so I thought I'd come to you.

Here. Got your passport. Got you some euros.

Gotta get myself some clean undies.

Oh, Jesus, mate. Come here.

- Good to see you, mate. - Good to see you too.

Hey, the boys say that you're feeling a bit seasick.

Oh! Like you wouldn't believe.

Mate, cost a packet to get one that good.

- Steve Pappas, huh? - Mmm.

From Bondi! Bondi, eh? I'm a Bondi beach bum.

Well, you're gonna need a good ID.

But I wouldn't risk it at the airport these days.

Yeah, yeah. Fair enough.

This is good. Good.

Hello?

Ah! OK.

- Yeah, I'll tell him. - What? Who is it?

Congratulations.

You're the father of a baby girl!

At long last, Tony Mokbel was back on dry land.

A new dad.

King of the world.

Master of the universe.

Yeah!

Merry Christmas.

Huh. Merry Christmas!

Well.

Look at you!

So, what now?

I'm not getting on no boat again, that's for sure.

Six long weeks.

I did a lot of thinking.

Hmm, should I be afraid?

Hey, hey, hey. No, no, Daddy's not ignoring you.

No, my little bubba.

Well, she's got a name.

- It's... - Renae.

After her aunty.

No, it's such a bogan name.

She needs to know we're thinking of her.

OK? It's family.

Renae.

What do you think about that, hmm?

I felt sorry for Renae Mokbel.

She copped two years 'cause her brother-in-law did a bunk

plus an extra nine months

for the trinkets her hubby, Milad, forgot to tell her about

that we found buried in a suburban backyard.

Get off me! Please get off me! Get off, you stupid...

I doubt having a niece named after her was much comfort.

Fuckknuckle's in court again over the Morans.

You Purana boys must be thrilled.

Smart-arse will pull his usual bullshit

and drag it out as long as he can.

Yeah, we serve the dead, Jim.

Even when it's scum like the Morans,

they all deserve to have their killers brought to justice.

No argument there, Charlie.

Speaking of the dead, how are you going with the Hodsons?

Still like Dale for it?

Haven't been able to crack him yet. Let's face it.

Everyone who's got a copy of Hodson's blue file is a suspect.

- Yeah, good luck with that. - Yeah, thanks.

It's a pity you can't get Williams to cop a plea.

Save the taxpayer millions.

Have a good one.

You want Dhakota put into care, do you?

Well, do you, Carl?

'Cause if that happens, you'll never see her again.

You got nothin' on Bert.

Haven't we? What, you seriously reckon

your missus is going straight, do you?

I mean, come on, Carl.

You know her better than anyone.

Not my missus anymore, Jimbo.

We're divorced. She's got herself a new fella.

Yeah, so we heard.

Real prince among men.

Bit like yourself.

You know, with her form,

if she so much as gets busted farting at the footy,

we'll declare her unfit to be a mother

and then Dhakota's gone.

You bastards.

What do you want?

A guilty plea on the Moran murders.

- I'll be fucked. - Mate, you already are.

Would you rather talk about the Terry Hodson murder?

Alright, here's the deal.

You stop going after Bert

and I'll put my hand up for the Morans.

- Agreed. - And I do minimum time.

Still gonna be 25 years minimum, Carl.

Beats dying inside.

Kalime... Kalime...

It's 'kalimera', you idiot!

That's where I went wrong.

- Kalimera. - Kalimera kai se sena.

You too, you too. Alright.

- Ivan? - Tony.

Hey. Good to meet you.

- Good to see you. - Beautiful day, huh?

- Greece! - Yeah.

- Ice latte, please, mate. - Make it two.

So, Ivan, they tell me you're the man to talk to

about getting shit done around here.

Tony, I'm the man to talk to

about any shit your heart desires.

- That right? - Yeah.

You're going to like it here. Greeks respect men like us.

- What, you mean men of vision? - Exactly.

Men who are prepared to grease whatever wheels

to get what we want.

Yeah, well, they don't call it Greece for nothing, eh?

You're a funny man, Tony. I like it.

Huh. Jeez, look at those, eh? That's a nice rack.

So you settling in OK?

Yeah, mate, couldn't be better.

Oh, you know, my missus, Dani, she's a bit stressed.

We've got a new baby.

Babies are a lot of work all the time.

Yeah, yeah. I tell her to, you know, try and get some rest.

Sleep when the baby sleeps, you know?

In the meantime, I don't get any.

You're a good man, Tony.

Oh, I try to be, Ivan. I try to be.

Still, Daddy has certain needs, does he not?

Yes, he does. Yes, he does.

I know just the place. My shout.

Oh, no, no. It's alright, mate.

Business meeting, Tony, you and me.

I'd be insulted if you said no.

Hey, Greek style in Greece, huh?

- Phil. - Hey, boss.

Letting you know that funds transfer went through today.

It should land in your account overnight.

Yeah, good. That's terrific. Listen.

- How's business? Booming? - As usual.

I sent Renae's mum that compensation you suggested too.

Yeah, good, good.

- Caught you at a bad time, boss? - Would you believe

I'm chock-a-block up some Greek putana?

Oh, shit, hang on.

Dani's on the phone.

Hey, babe.

Hey. We need some more wipes.

Tony's fucking some whore and talking to Dani

- at the same time. - You're fucking kidding!

- No. - Hey, I heard that, doofus.

- What'd you call me? - Nothing, babe.

Just Phil on the other line being a dickhead, that's all.

What are you doing anyway?

Me? I'm on the job.

He just told Dani that he's on the job.

Classic!

You know, just doing business, babe, that's all.

I'll be coming... coming soon. Coming home soon.

OK. I love you.

Alright, babe. Yeah, love you too.

Smoking Joe!

- Joe! - Joe!

Phil? It's me. I'm back.

Let me do this.

Phil. Phil!

Can you hear me, mate? Joe?

- Smoking Joe's collapsed! - He's having a heart attack!

- Call an ambulance! - What?

Don't call an ambulance to a fucking drug lab, you idiots!

- Take him yourself! - We've gotta take him.

- Fuck! - What? Jesus, did he die?

- His spirit went into me. - What?!

Into my mouth.

His spirit went into my mouth.

Tell that dickhead to shut the fuck up

and take Smoking Joe to the hospital now!

He's the best cook in town!

Dickheads!

Dani!

Danielle?

Hi.

Hey.

Hope you're not too tired

after a long, hard morning on the job.

- Where are the girls? - Out. So we can have some fun.

We could do it right here on the table if you like.

Mmm, Dan...

- I missed you. - Dani. Dani, please.

What? Are you all fucked out?

You know, I told you if I ever smell another woman on you

I'm gonna rip it off.

Smoking Joe had a heart attack today.

That's what I've been doing all morning - dealing with that.

So excuse me if I don't feel like it.

You told me you were hanging out with that slimy Russian prick

so of course I'm gonna think that you're...

That I'm what?

Is he OK?

He's on life support.

Gotta find a new cook.

I'm sorry.

It's this place. It's making me crazy.

I'm so tired.

And my bloody... boobs are leaking.

Took me hours to make myself look this good.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Come here.

Come on.

- It'll be alright. - No, it won't.

I miss home.

- I miss my mum. - Yeah, I know, I know.

I'll get Phil to take a phone over to your mum, alright?

You can talk to her.

When can I tell her that she's gonna meet her granddaughter?

- When can I tell her that we're coming home? - Babe...

Look, we can't stay for keeps, Tone. We don't fit.

You'll be right. You just gotta make some new friends, you know?

How? I don't speak Greek. I can't tell anyone who we are.

How the fuck am I supposed to make friends?

- Dani? - What?

There's no going back.

Boss?

- How is he? - Not good.

They reckon his brain went without oxygen

for too long before we got him here.

They're turning the machines off now.

Ah, Jesus!

How's his kid?

Oh, as you'd expect.

Hey, listen, Phil, put him on.

It's for you.

Hello?

Nick. Hey. It's Tony Mokbel.

Hi.

Listen, I just want to say that your father was a great man.

He was a great man. I'm proud to call him my friend.

I know he's very proud of you too, Nick.

Thank you.

Where are you?

Oh, that's not important, Nick.

Listen, I understand your father...

..you know, supported you financially.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Well, I just wanna say

that I'm willing and able to

take up where your father left off.

You know, in a mutually beneficial arrangement.

That's, of course, if you're interested.

Nick?

I need to think about it.

Yeah, course you do, mate. You think about that, yeah?

Take your time, alright?

Just take all the time you need.

Can you put Phil back on for me?

Boss.

Go get him on board.

I need good love

In my head

Before you came along

Felt like I was dead

I got good love

And rock'n'roll...

I was there when your dad collapsed.

I tried to save him.

Thanks.

His spirit went into me.

Sorry, I don't understand.

That thing you pulled the plug on in the hospital,

that was just an empty shell.

His spirit went into my mouth.

I can still taste him.

Your dad's part of me now.

I'm there for you, son.

Thanks.

Nick!

Go fuck your brains out.

It'll help take your mind off your grief.

It's what your dad would want.

No, it's not. Boys...

Leave the kid alone.

But, Phil...

If you wanna keep working for us,

leave the kid alone, OK?

We're told the seduction of

the late Smoking Joe's son, Nick Loxton,

took weeks of subtle persuasion.

I guess Tony knew his man.

Meanwhile, back in Athens,

Australia's most famous drug dealer

hooked up with a typical bunch

of shysters, spivs and con artists.

Ah, excuse me.

Hey, Phil.

Excellent news. Bloody excellent news.

Beautiful. Alright, mate.

Yia sou! Yia sou.

I got myself a new cook.

Vegetarian.

I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierarchy

- Figjam! - Fuck, I'm good, just ask me

I can't believe how good I am

I'm the motherfucking man...

It's in the blood!

But one member of The Company wasn't over the moon,

and he'd come back to bite Tony on the arse.

Good result with Carl Williams. Plea hearing next week.

Tell me he's not gonna renege on your deal.

Not if he wants to see his kid again.

Nice if you could also get him to implicate his mate Mokbel

in the Lewis Moran killing.

- Commissioner, you still going ahead with that? - Absolutely.

How are the Feds going with Fat Tony? Last I heard

they had a rock-solid lead that he was a Kalahari Bushman.

You think you can do any better?

- I couldn't do any worse. - I was hoping you'd say that.

Government are about to announce

a million-dollar reward for Mokbel.

Purana will be fielding the calls.

Shit, they don't still think he's in the country, do they?

They're not ruling anything out.

But it's more likely someone out there knows where he is.

Now there's a million more reasons to come forward.

It says "Licensed to hold 15."

I think we can take the risk, Jim.

I'll take the stairs.

Christine, you know

every fucking fruitloop in Australia's

about to get on the blower.

What is wrong with you? The place is a palace!

Yeah, for you maybe.

You get to go out for your lunches, you get to have fun.

You can even go for a swim whenever you want.

But for me, it's like a fucking prison.

- Well, then, go. Piss off. - Tony!

Heard the latest, Jimbo? Seems we're running out of Mokbels.

Yeah, I just heard that Horty's wife...

- The lovely Zaharoula? - Yeah. She just got done for fraud.

Oh, it gets better than that. Horty's been busted too.

In Coburg, with a commercial quantity.

So we've got three Mokbel brothers behind bars.

- Kabalan, Milad and Horty. - Yeah, just one to go.

If it was just the coke thing, I'd be there in a heartbeat.

But they've charged me with Lewis Moran's murder now as well

on top of Michael Marshall's murder - I can't go back!

Well, then can we just go somewhere?

- Can we go to Spain or Paris? - Sure. Hop on a plane, will I?

- You've still got the yacht. - Fuck that!

Dani...

Dani, stop.

- Alright, OK! We'll go. - When? - Soon.

- WHEN? - Soon! I don't fucking know.

- I've got things to do, alright? - Oh, fuck off!

Alright, everyone, we're gonna have a red-hot go

at trying to find Tony Mokbel.

- Boss, we were... - Are you deaf, Tamara?

- No. Boss, we were talking... - Welcome to Operation Magnum.

Fat Tony didn't know it,

but the clock had just started ticking.

The big kahuna was right.

Suddenly every no-hoper and dropkick in Victoria

was phoning with a lead on Tony Mokbel,

hoping to score himself a million dollars,

and we found ourselves wading through a sea of horseshit.

But you know what they say -

it only takes one dog to turn a hunt.

Red? What is that? Some kind of nickname, is it?

No.

- I'm a shaman. - A what?

A traveller in the spirit world.

My spirit runs with the buffalo.

What is this fuckin' bullshit?

Well, he reckons that he works for the guys

that run Mokbel's drug empire

under direct orders from Mokbel.

- What, Horty and Milad? - Nah. Not them.

He's given us names and Tammy's running them now.

Alright, nutcase. So, where is he? Where's Tony Mokbel?

He's overseas.

- I don't know exactly. - Course you don't.

'Cause you're wasting our fucking time, aren't you, Red?

I'm detecting a lot of anger in you.

- Is he serious? - Boss.

Is there any form on these wankers?

No, boss.

Listen, numbnuts, Mokbel's a family man.

If he's gonna leave anyone in charge,

it's gonna be his brothers, isn't it?

Would he? Would he?

Look where those geniuses are now.

They call themselves 'The Company'.

Phil Costa and Bruce Richmond are Tony's main contacts.

They run a major amphet network all through the state.

Making millions.

And Mokbel keeps in contact with them how?

Phil Costa has a separate mobile for Tony's calls.

Changes SIM regularly.

Yeah, course he does.

Look, if they're supposed to make millions of dollars,

and you're one of their crew,

why would you turn dog only to bite the hand that feeds you?

His father, Smoking Joe Fraser, was a cook.

Tony shouldn't have dragged him into this.

It's not right.

You prepared to wear a wire?

Bloody oath.

Alright. That's all. Thanks for coming in.

- That all? - Yeah.

I mean, feel free to roam with the fucking buffalo

until we call you.

This way.

Alright, get warrants.

I want LDs on the houses, trackers on the cars,

Tis on the phones, the whole box and dice.

If there's any truth to that whack job's story,

this could be just the break we need.

- Roberta! - Roberta!

Why don't you leave us alone, you vultures? Go on, fuck off!

You fuckin' skank!

I oughta cave your head in, you skank!

You too, Barb. I know what you're doing.

I'm not dumb, you sneaky bitch.

- Anything you wanna say? - Fuck off!

Oh, are you writing that?

What do you wanna say? Do you feel justice has been served?

I wish I could just spit in your face.

Shut up!

It is her or Dhakota, Carl. You can't have both.

It is that thing or your daughter, shithead.

What are you smiling at, you fucking old cow, huh?

You'll never see your family again, Jude.

Never! They're all rotting in the ground thanks to him.

Huh? Where are your boys, Jude?

Leave me alone, you... See what you've done?

You happy, Carl? You happy?

Roberta Williams was barred from court.

Just as well, considering.

Surprisingly, Carl Williams pleaded guilty

to the murders of Jason and Lewis Moran.

Extra shipment of precursors coming in next week.

- All the details are there. - Good.

And I got this. It's blank.

Thought I might just try and download

some stuff from Phil's laptop.

- He leaves it just sitting... - Red...

I saw an undercover cop do it on the telly.

Mate, you're not an undercover cop.

Near as. It's piss-easy.

We could get bank transfer details,

and who knows what other important shit is on there?

Red, keep your head down and keep wearing that wire.

Yeah, yeah. But I'm in the zone.

I can do this. I'm pumped.

Listen, if you stuff this up

and blow your cover before we land Tony,

there's no reward.

You don't get this, do you, Boris?

I'm not doing this for the money.

I'm making things right in the universe.

Yes, right.

Must have forgotten that bit.

Here you go, smart-arse. Take a look at this.

What is that?

Phil's got a new SIM for his Tony phone.

Asked me to buy it for him.

That's the number.

It is as unacceptable to murder

people who are involved in the criminal world

as it is to murder those who are not.

You do not get to be judge, jury and executioner.

You are not a hero.

You are a killer, and a cowardly one.

You have robbed families of people they love,

of fathers, brothers and sons.

You are not someone to be admired in any way.

Accordingly, I sentence you as follows.

On the murder of Jason Moran,

you are convicted and sentenced to be imprisoned for life.

Can we go home now?

On the murder of Lewis Moran,

you are convicted and sentenced to be imprisoned for 25 years.

I have never asked Carl Williams to kill anyone

and I have never arranged for anyone to be killed.

I have never leaked confidential information

about Terence Hodson to anyone.

And I have never accepted payment from Carl Williams.

I direct that all sentences

are to be served concurrently

and that you serve a minimum term of 35 years imprisonment

before becoming eligible for parole.

The sentence will commence from this day.

Remove the prisoner.

This court stands adjourned.

Alright. Let's get back to work.

Hey, we've got an incoming from the Fat Tony number.

Hey, Phil. What's going on?

Yeah, boss. Got a bit of bad news.

Oh, what, on a beautiful day like today, Phil? Come on.

- That's him. - What's happened?

- That's Fat Tony. - Yeah, Red's come good.

Courier got busted - stupid bastard panicked

when a cop car pulled up behind him, ran a red light.

- Half an hour ago in Burwood. - How much did I lose?

- Got a trace on the number? - Close on half a mill.

- It's international, but it's blocked. - Shit.

Yeah, I know. Gonna have that cocksucker's balls.

Half a mill? That's gotta hurt.

OK, well, we just gotta ramp up production.

Make up for it next week.

- Listen, tell Nicko. - Maybe not.

That foaming problem he's having? Check his scales.

- Sounds to me like they're out. - Will do.

We gotta find out where that fat bastard's calling from.

Yes, boss.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Nothing. This piece of crap's running slow.

Phil asked me to take a look at it.

- He asked you to? - Yeah.

Shitful weather out there, hey?

Probably just needs a defrag and its registry cleaned up.

- That's what I reckon too. - Yeah, let's have a look.

Nah, you keep working. I got it covered.

Nah, don't be silly. I got a major in computer science.

It'll take, like, two secs.

What?

Don't ever call me silly.

What?

Don't ever talk to your dad like that.

Jesus.

What the fuck's going on?

Mate, what's with the shottie?

A blast from this to the guts

would make you flinch, wouldn't it, Red?

Mate...

Phil and I are going hunting on the weekend, you dickhead!

Maybe we can bag a greenie or two if we're lucky.

Phil left his bloody phone here again.

Alright, we got an incoming. Fat Tony.

Boss.

Hey, Brucey. How's it hanging?

Good, boss. Real good.

Brass monkey weather we're having, though.

Yeah? Well, them's the breaks, Brucey.

It's fucking beautiful here.

Which is where?

In fact, I'm sitting here having a nice...

..nice ice latte, here in Glifada.

- What? - What did he say?

- No idea, but we can play it... - Phil there?

Nah, should be back in about an hour or so.

Righto. Well, tell him to call me, yeah?

Sure thing, boss.

- Play it back. - Yep.

Nice ice latte here in Glifada.

Gli-what? Uh...

- Play it... - Yeah.

Nice ice latte here in Glifada.

Glifada.

It's a suburb in Athens.

I've been there.

Fat Tony's calling from Greece.

I got a mate in Athens.

He took these and sent them to me.

It's a fairly upmarket suburb.

Would you expect any less from Fat Tony?

Uh, what about the USB drive from your crazy guy?

Loaded up with porn that Phil Costa had recently

downloaded from the Net - it's useless.

Boss reckons Tony's on the move.

We've got an incoming from Fat Tony.

OK, boss, will do.

Quality's to shit.

I'm gonna meet Dani and the kids at...

- Where'd he say? - Cameron Diaz?

I'm gonna meet Dani and the kids at...

Maybe a movie?

I'm gonna meet Dani and the kids at...

Is there a Cameron Diaz film out at the moment?

- 'Shrek'. - Kinda good for kids.

He didn't say 'Cameron Diaz'.

He said H?agen Dazs.

What's going on?

Tony Mokbel's living in Athens.

I know Danielle McGuire better than anyone here.

She's taking the kids for an ice-cream now,

and Tony's gonna meet them there right now,

as I'm talking to you.

In the heat, with two kids, you go somewhere local.

The likelihood of her and Mokbel

living in or near Glifada

is extremely high.

I knew I was right.

Fat Tony, Danielle and family were enjoying life in Glifada.

But for how much longer?

That was anyone's guess.

Commissioner!

We've found Tony Mokbel.

He's in Athens.

We need to send some of my guys there right now.

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