All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e08

Tony Mokbel is a very big fish.

These chaps have been chasing him
as long as you've been shaving.

Stin ygei? sas!

We will find this Tony Mokbel.
We will find him for Jim.

When the bloody hell
will we have Mokbel?

- 48 hours.
- I'll hold you to that.

I've just got a feeling
it's time to go.

He wants to see your ID.

See? Look. Australia.

Please come with me, Mr Papas.

- We've got the bastard.
- Yes!

The big problem
getting Tony Mokbel home,

he'd only been arrested
on passport charges.

We'd have our work cut out

convincing the Greek Minister
for Justice

he was the Mr Big
of the Melbourne drug scene.

I don't understand
what you're saying.

- He wants to see your passport.
- Take the baby.

- Mum...
- It's OK, sweetie.

You just mind her, OK?

- What's going on?
- Bloody passport check.

Listen, Vic Police are here,
and the Feds.

But it's fine. It's OK.

They don't know anything.
They can't do anything, alright?

What they got me on's
false documentation.

- What if they deport you?
- They won't, alright?

They can't do anything.
They don't know anything.

They don't know
about the company.

Come on, babe, it's all cool.

Hands behind your head now!

- Inspector.
- Commissioner.

You've arrested
Mokbel's key players.

So I can officially announce
that Mokbel's been arrested?

Yeah, you certainly can.

Good.

Recapping our top story tonight,

and Melbourne drug lord
Tony Mokbel

is due to face court
in Athens shortly

after being arrested by police
following 15 months on the run.

Mokbel was found guilty
of drug smuggling...

Come on, we've got to get going!

..and is also suspected
of multiple murders.

When he was arrested in Greece
he was in disguise,

wearing a wig,
and was also carrying cash,

almost half a kilogram
of cocaine

and three mobile phones.

Mr Mokbel was directing
and organising the production

and distribution
of drug sales overseas,

using international banking
accounts and cash transfers.

Thanks, champ.

Australian
authorities have 45 days

to present their case
for extradition.

Shit, babe, they got 'em all.
Bruce, Phil, Nick Loxton.

Bloody hell.

It's alright. It's OK.

It's fine. As long as
I stay here, it'll be fine.

And even if they do
get me back to Australia,

what have they got, eh?

Drug charge. Nine years.

I can do nine years on my head.
It's fine.

Not just drugs.

They want to extradite you
on two murder charges.

- Fuck!
- Lewis Moran and Michael Marshall.

They're loading me up!
Fucking Vic Police.

Listen, you Australian?

You tell them Tony Mokbel
never killed anyone, OK?

Not in a million years.

I don't know anything
about any murders,

and it'd be wrong to go
to jail for that.

This is a stitch-up. The Aussie
cops have stitched me up.

That's why I ran! I knew
this would fucking happen.

We'll get you out. Get off!

The false passport charges

came with a 2,000-euro fine -
nothing for a bloke like Tony.

Except he refused to pay up

and elected
to do jail time instead.

Because while he was locked up
behind bars in Greece,

he couldn't be extradited
back to Australia.

The cagey bugger
was playing for time.

Alright.

No, that's alright.

No need for that, mate.
All friends here, eh?

They took everything off me.
I'd give it to you...

Look, you blokes know
Australia, huh?

Australians? Melbourne? Anyone
got relatives in Melbourne?

Yeah.

I do.

Thanks, mate. Tony Mokbel.

Mokbel, you little punk.

Don't you remember me?

Jimmy Samsonides! Jesus Christ.

Mate, how you been?

Couldn't be better.

Now, let me show you how not to
get buggered in the toilets.

You're very welcome.

Come back and drink some ouzo
with us sometime.

You're on. We'll take turns
wearing Tony's wig, eh?

- Problem?
- Your man.

The evidence, it's...
It's gone.

Sorry, what do you mean, gone?

The phones, the wig, the cash.

Somebody took them
from the property office.

I'm sorry.
I don't know how this happened.

Just pull up here, thanks.

- Have we got time for this?
- We won't miss the flight.

Just want to have a quick word
with her.

So what do you want?
Come to arrest me now?

You want to take my kids?

Sweetie, could you go and check
on the baby? Quick, go on.

Listen, I just came to say
I'm sorry, alright?

We just follow the drugs
and the money.

We don't like families getting
caught up in police matters

any more than you do.

This is your chance, Danielle.

You do the right thing
by your kids.

And how's that, exactly?

You come in and you tell us
everything you know about Tony.

You can start
by giving back the evidence

that you got
from the property office.

- Ten points, by the way.
- What evidence is that?

Come on.
The phones and the wig.

It's got you
written all over it.

You outmanoeuvred Interpol
all over Europe.

That property office guy would
have been putty in your hands.

Yeah! Breastfeeding mother
with a baby and a teenager?

I didn't take anything.
I don't know anything.

I'm not a bloody criminal,
so you want to do me a favour?

- Get out of my face.
- He's not worth protecting.

- He's the father of my child.
- And how many others?

You can help yourself.

Yeah, and you can fuck yourself.

So the longer I fight
the extradition,

the better chance
of getting bail.

The Greeks can't keep me forever
on a passport charge.

Not indefinitely.
I'll go to the UN.

Go to Amnesty International.

- When I get bail...
- No more dolmades.

That's right. No more dolmades.
I'm thinking tapas.

The longer you fight
this extradition,

the longer you stay here.

It's a waiting game.

There are two stabbings
a week, habib.

If I got a chance to be back
in an Aussie jail -

TV, mattress,
no more cockroaches...

Jimmy, Jimmy, they want to do me
for life, mate.

I'd rather do a year here

than a whole fucking lifetime
in Barwon.

You were the one who told me
in the first place.

Remember, when we used to play
poker? Chip and a chair.

As long as you're in the game
you've got a chance.

- See any chairs?
- No, but I got a chip.

I got a boat
anchored in Piraeus, alright?

It's all fuelled up,
ready to go.

I was gonna go
the day the coppers got me.

The best part?

The Australian coppers,
those pricks,

they don't know it's there.

All I need is a chance, Jimmy.

One tiny little crack
and I'm out of here.

Whooshka. Gone.

Aw.

- Hi, mate.
- Welcome home.

- Boss.
- Jim.

Had us worried there
for a minute.

What, when we couldn't find him?

No, when you told
the Commissioner to get fucked.

- Yeah!
- Welcome back, mate.

- You look good.
- Thank you.

I can't bear the thought
of never touching you again.

Mum, I'm fine.

Really.

I've got the telly.

Get to see you all the time.

Bert brings in Dhakota.
I'm OK. Really.

The whole family's gone.

George. Shane.

Now you.

I wish things were different.

I'd do anything to
make things better, anything.

I love you, son.

I love you.

- I love you, Mum.
- I love you, son.

Now we've just got to get
the fat prick back.

The Greeks are sticklers
for paperwork.

Tell me about it.

We're working like dogs
on the murder briefs,

but we're a long way from
getting Mokbel on a plane.

We need something
to get us over the line.

Guess who wants to talk.

So, what sort of deal's
on the table?

What are you talking about?

Well, let's just say,
hypothetically,

that I've got a best mate you
want to get back from Greece.

And let's also say,
because we're best mates,

I could tell you
an awful lot about him.

Like what?

Like all sorts of stuff
I guarantee you'd love to hear.

Why?

'Cause I want a deal.

You pricks put my dad away

for four and a half years
for trafficking,

which is bullshit.

Tax department's after Bert
for unpaid taxes,

which is also bullshit.

And I'm not too keen on spending
the next 35 years in here.

So you guys do something
about that

and I'll see what I can do
for you.

Yeah, see, that's not the way
it works, Carl.

You might want to make it
work that way, sweetheart.

Forget Carl Williams.

He's been stringing us along
for three years.

He just wants better conditions.

But if Mokbel paid to have
Marshall and Moran killed...

If Carl's willing to put that
down on paper, then go for it,

but until then, don't waste
any more time on him.

For us to charge Mokbel with
murder, we need a full brief

to submit with
the extradition application.

The longer it takes to prepare
the briefs,

the greater the risk
of losing him.

Well, I'm working on it now,
boss.

Thank you. How are we going
with Mokbel's money?

We're still running it down.

This is the money we know about.

He's got bank accounts
everywhere,

but we can only track them back
through the company accounts.

So we can work out
which accounts he has used

to funnel money
back to Phil Costa...

But with the company arrested,

we've cut off the supply back
to Australia.

Yeah, so there's no money
going back to his mother

or to Roberta Williams,

but we don't know where
he's got money in Europe

or who's handling it.

However, we do have a line

on some deposits into
a business account...

For Christ's sake, Jim, I don't
need all the plumbing details.

Just turn off
the fucking tap, yeah?

Alright.

Capitalism at its best, habib.

Got the money, you can have
anything you want.

Yeah? Gonna buy me a chopper?

This is Greece, malaka.

If you're cashed up,
nothing is impossible.

..this late?
Are you crazy?

Is Tony coming back or what?

Well, he wants to keep fighting.

There's a really good chance
he'll get bail.

That's great, Dan,
but I'm stuck in this hole.

What is that sound?

Um, I don't know,
it's some kind of machinery.

Are you getting
your fucking hair done?

It's just a hair dryer.

Jesus, Dan! I haven't even seen
conditioner in five months.

I've got three kids.

This was one thing, doing time
until they caught Tony.

- Now I want out!
- I don't know what I can do.

Tell Tony not
to fight extradition.

Tell him to come home!

Your three minutes is up.

Doesn't matter if I go back.
Renae's still got two years.

But she thinks if you go back
now they'll let her go.

Yeah, well, she's wrong.
She's wrong and she's a whinger.

It's not exactly a picnic
where I am.

Also, you can't visit anymore.

Prison authorities have realised

you're not actually married.

And how many times did I ask?
That's karma.

- We just pay someone, right?
- No marriage certificate...

..no visit.

- Oh, Dan.
- It's hopeless.

Look, you're stuck in here,
I'm stuck in Athens.

Madison doesn't even
talk to me anymore.

- We don't have any money.
- Marry me. Marry me!

Oh, yeah, that's funny.

You want me to marry you now

so I can give you
messages and shit.

- How romantic.
- Hey.

Danielle McGuire,
you are my rock.

There is no-one in the world
I'd trust my life with but you.

And besides,
you've got the best tits

in any hemisphere.

So, Dan...

..would you do me the honour
of being my gorgeous,

sexy, stubborn,
tempestuous wife?

Yes.

- What about the money?
- Don't worry about the money.

- I'll sort that out.
- OK.

- Who took the photos?
- I thought you'd like it.

It's bloody embarrassing, Bert,
that's what it is.

You always go on about how
fantastic those ZOO girls look.

Now I'm one of them.

I don't mind looking at girls
I don't know,

but I don't want other blokes
wanking over my wife.

I'm not your wife anymore.

I'm with Rob now.
You know that.

You're still associated with me,

and I don't want to be
associated with this!

I don't want to be associated
with having no money!

I can't even afford
Dhakota's school fees.

Don't worry.
I'm working on something.

- What?
- Trust me.

You're not seriously thinking
about loading up Tony?

- Course not.
- Carl, Tony's our friend.

The amount of money
he's given us over time...

Our friend is getting a tan
on the other side of the world

while I'm stuck in here
for the next three decades.

Jesus Christ, Carl,

if anyone here thinks
you're dogging Tony

you're as good as fucking dead.

Gee, that's really good
role model parenting, Roberta.

We're going.

Bert, we've got another hour!

Then take the time to think
about how loading up Tony

would be the worst fucking idea
you have ever had in your life.

OK, well, here's the latest.

Mokbel's arguing the signatures
on the extradition treaty

are invalid because they're
signed by the justice minister

instead of the Attorney-General.

And he's seeking asylum
in Greece

on the basis he can't get
a fair trial in Australia.

And wait for the trifecta -

he's applying to be extradited
to Lebanon instead of Australia.

We don't have an extradition
treaty with Lebanon.

It's a wild card,
but Mokbel will try anything.

Why don't we just bring him
back on the drug charges?

- At least he goes to jail.
- He'll only serve 12 years.

He could be out in eight.

If Mokbel's murdered people,
I want him to do time for it.

I want him in the docks
for Marshall and Moran.

This is his plan.

String us out, wear us out,

we fold - he does time for drugs
instead of murder.

We've got to beat him
at his own game.

Um, boss, phone's for you.

- Who is it?
- It's Tony.

- Tony who?
- Tony Mokbel.

Jim O'Brien, Purana Taskforce.

Tony Mokbel.
How the hell are you?

- I'm good, son. How are you?
- Oh, mate, I've been better.

Not happy
about these murder charges.

Why don't you come back?
We'll discuss it.

That's the thing, Jim.
I was gonna come back.

In a few months.
Give you a ring.

- Sort something out.
- It's not too late.

The thing is, mate,

you drop these bullshit
murder charges,

otherwise I'll be fighting you
on this for the next ten years.

I'll wear that, alright?
And I'll do jail.

But I'm not gonna do too much
of it, you understand?

Like I said, why don't you come
back and we'll talk about it?

Anything's an option.

No. We do a deal
before I go anywhere.

Look, you call the DPP
and I'll call my lawyer. Yeah?

Right. Look, I gotta go,
but good to talk to you.

Don't worry, Jim,
we'll work something out.

Yeah. Life, you prick,
and nothing less.

How do they get fucking phones
in prison anyway?

- It's a Greek prison, boss.
- Oh, whatever!

I'm not gonna do time for
murder, Jimmy, no fucking way.

I'll fight them all the way.

I can hold out
longer than they can.

We got back a long way, Tone.

A long way.

Those early years
back in Brunswick,

playing five-card stud,
teaching you how to cook meth.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah,
you were good to me, mate.

Appreciate that.

You got big money now, Tone.

Big money.

Why are you still dealing
in the shit, habib?

Life got complicated.

You're sure you want to do this?

I've always said I'd leave
when we got him.

To who? Not me. Besides, you've
found him, you haven't got him.

The team will. They're
very smart and hardworking.

It'll happen.

I had my doubts
when I appointed you.

- They said you were, um...
- A hard-arse?

Formidable. I don't think
I've ever been more impressed

with a serving officer.

I know better than to try
and change your mind.

If you've decided to go, you
won't be persuaded otherwise.

- Man of my word.
- You'll be hard to replace.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Jesus.

It's not true.

You really resigned?

It's the first time
I've tasted one of these.

- What, a beer?
- No, a civilian beer.

From the time I was drinking age
I was already a police officer.

You've done it your whole life.
How can you leave?

I just want to do other things.

Life's too short to spend
all of it chasing one fat fuck.

Besides, if I had to look at

one more of your
bloody flow charts...

Shout you a beer?

Yeah. Thanks, Jim.

I never thought I'd see the day

when the big kahuna
hung up his boots.

But the thing about cops
in general

and Purana in particular -
we're a team.

When Jim O'Brien left the field,

he was replaced
by Bernie Edwards,

another quality leader.

Sorry to dump you right in it,
Inspector,

but we may have a big problem.

A couple of months
after Mokbel disappeared,

the company wrote a cheque
for 140 grand

to a Mr Burns in Sydney.

What did they get for 140 thou'?

Well, they got nothing,

but a housewife in Lalor named
Vera Varsamakis got a yacht.

Why are Mokbel's drug crooks
buying boats for housewives?

Well, this particular housewife
is the sister-in-law

of a guy named
Stavros Makrakanis.

And his wife is the lovely
Agape Makrakanis.

And I'm interested in this
particular family tree why?

Because Mrs Makrakanis
is the same lady

who said she was
Mokbel's cleaner

when the Greek police
went to his flat.

Mokbel left Australia by boat.

- Yeah, the 'Edwina'.
- Where's this boat now?

No-one knows.
The Greeks never found it.

Mind you, they were
never looking for it.

So it could still be there,
in Athens.

- Docked and ready to to go.
- There's something else.

The reason
why this is so important now.

Got a phone call from
the Incorruptibles this morning.

It's the Greek police.

They reckon that Mokbel
might be planning an escape

from Korydallos.

And arms up! That's it.

That's it. There we go, mate.

That's it, mate.
Yeah, that's it.

Maybe he's keeping fit,
but word is he's got

half the prison population
training with him.

- Training for what?
- That's the question.

Money in Korydallos
buys you whatever you want.

- A mass escape?
- They're genuinely concerned.

Put him in solitary, away
from his money and contacts.

The Greeks won't go for it -

he's there for passport charges.

We have got to get
those murder briefs airtight.

Every charge
we could throw at Tony

from jaywalking to murder

had to be listed
as grounds for extradition,

because under the law,

we couldn't add anything later
when we got him home.

In the meantime,
if he bribed a guard,

if he hired a chopper,

if he went over the walls
of Korydallos,

we'd lose him for good.

Tell us what you know,
put it down on paper,

we'll see what we can do.

I told you what I want.
My mum's dying out there.

She needs my dad with her.
She needs me.

Carl, we need a statement.

I don't mean
by the end of the fucking week!

She just needs to know
that one day I'll be out.

That's not how it works, is it?

Well, fuck off then!
Go on, fuck off!

And that seemed to be
our last chance

to charge Tony for murder,
until...

What do you want, Reuben?

I want to get out of jail.

That's gonna be pretty hard
since you got life.

Some people
should have given me a trophy

for helping knock Lewis Moran.

Like the dog who paid me $50,000
to do it in the first place.

Reuben, you've got nothing
to trade.

Haven't you heard the news?
We got Carl.

He's in jail for 35 years.

Carl organised us.

He didn't pay us.

So who paid you?

Tony Mokbel.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Hey, Vlachos, hey.
What, I got bail?

Ha! Good job, mate. Good job.
Jimmy, I'm out of here.

- I'm out of here, Jimmy.
- I'm sorry, Mr Mokbel.

You're going back to Australia.

Australia?! Not Australia!

Do something! What have they
got? What have they got?

Do something! Do something!
Do something!

This is bullshit, OK? Got
nothing against Australians.

Got nothing against anybody.
Why would I have him killed?

He meant nothing to me, nothing.

Tony, Vlachos said they're
sending you back to Australia.

They can't do that, can they?
They... they can't.

Tony!

Anything to say to
the people back home, Tony?

Good evening.

After 15 months on the run
and another 11 in a Greek jail,

Australia's most wanted man

returned to Melbourne
this afternoon.

Landing in Melbourne Airport,

Tony Mokbel had finally
been brought home.

26 months after he fled,

the drug kingpin and
accused murderer's extradition

was complete.

The 42-year-old left the jet

and boarded
the Victoria Police helicopter.

It took off for Barwon Prison,

one of the toughest jails
in the nation.

Fat Tony, as he's known
in the criminal world,

was now in his rightful home,

ready to get a prison-issue
tracksuit and jail cell.

Rachael Rollo, Nine News.

Well, well, eh? Look at us.

Boys.

- What's that?
- It's a Greek tan, boofhead.

Where were the postcards, huh?

Why not send one to the coppers
while I was at it?

You fucked off and left us all.

What was I meant to do,
you idiot!

Renae's in jail, you arsehole!

You hear anything about Tony?

Must be only a few feet away.
You can't get in to see him?

They don't exactly organise
pizza and movie nights.

Hey, babe, have you heard
anything about Carl?

I just need to know
how he's doing his time.

Is he doing it tough or easy?

You haven't had
any more crazy ideas

about loading up Tony, have you?

Carl?

Haven't I always done what I
could to protect my family?

You pulled this horseshit
when you took that guilty plea.

You didn't talk to me
or the lawyers.

Now you're in here for 35 years.

I did that for you. For my dad.

Who cares about Carl? What
happened to us getting married?

They're not exactly letting me
out of here to go to church.

- This is bullshit!
- Danni, hang on, hang on.

- What?
- Hang on.

Look, I was gonna surprise you
with it, OK?

I wasn't gonna tell you this,
but the spring wedding, right?

Spring wedding. Beautiful.
Beautiful weather.

Cherry blossoms in the air.

You will look
absolutely stunning.

I won't be able to just wear
cherry blossoms, will I?

You'll be wearing the sexiest,
most expensive wedding dress

Melbourne's ever seen.

But in the meantime I need you
to talk to Roberta.

- Find out how Carl is.
- Screw Carl, OK?

Babe, he's been sitting here
for three years rotting

while I've been getting a suntan
in Greece, alright?

Tony's got money.

He's got an army full of
lawyers. I got nothing.

All I got is what I can trade.

Lies? Betraying a mate?

Tony can get me out of here.

Now the bloody tax department's
chasing me

for failing to lodge
a tax return.

What do they want me
to bloody put on there?

Business? Uh, drug-dealing.

Main source of income?
Methamphetamine.

Estimated income? Six million.

Dhakota!

If you don't get
your school uniform on,

I swear I'm gonna take it
and chuck it in a bin

and we're gonna put you
in a local school.

Now, go and get your... Go.
Just go!

At least we'll be able
to afford that.

- Things are pretty tight, yeah?
- You're not fucking wrong.

- Here, Bert. Take it.
- No, no, no, no.

How are things
with you and Tony, huh?

Yeah, OK.

Just worried, you know?

What if the jury believes
those murder charges?

- And Lewis and Marshall.
- Don't worry about it.

Carl's doing time for them.

No, the cops think
that Tony's the money man.

You're shitting me.

What?

- Get out of my house.
- What's wrong now?

You think that Carl
would put Tony in the shit, huh?

What kind of a person
do you think he is?

After everything he's done for
him, what he's done for Dhakota.

Well, you tell me.
Would he, Roberta? Would he?

Carl wouldn't dog Tony
in a million years.

A million. And you can fuck off
for suggesting it.

You're a bunch of ungrateful...

Just fuck off! Go!

- Bitch!
- Fuck off! Fuck!

Baby, you gotta put that on. Put
your school uniform on, kiddo.

Go, now! Over your head!

And where is your gran? She's
supposed to be picking you up.

Barb?

Barb!

Barb!

Barb?

Shit.

Bullshit!

Tamara, Boris, this is
Detective Sergeant Sol Solomon.

- You were on the Hodson murders.
- Still am.

The Commissioner wants
the Hodson case reinvestigated.

Find out if Paul Dale commissioned
Carl Williams to have him killed.

You want Mokbel, we all want
Dale, let's get them both.

Carl won't talk unless
we give him what he wants.

Give him what he wants.

The last three words
the Commissioner said to me -

"Any means necessary."

Dad!

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

We can make Roberta's tax bill
go away.

We can have your dad's
current sentence disappear.

He can walk out of jail
tomorrow.

And we might be able
to do something

about your current sentence.

What do you want in return?

Arggh!

- What's going on?
- Word's going around.

- Carl.
- He's not here.

What do you mean, he's not here?

He's here for 35 fucking years.
Where's he gonna go?

Australia's number one prisoner
disappeared like that.

Hey, I'm Australia's
number one prisoner.

That's not the point, Tony.

If Carl's talking to
the coppers...

Who's he talking about?

Yeah, thanks.

Ugh!

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