All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e09 Drawing Dead.eng

Even if they do get me to
Australia, what have they got?

- A drug charge.
- Not just drugs.

They want to extradite you
on two murder charges.

Listen, the Aussie cops
have stitched me up!

Danielle McGuire,
would you do me the honour

of being my gorgeous,
tempestuous wife?

He is not worth protecting,
alright?

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

You drop these bullshit
murder charges,

otherwise I'll be fighting
you on this

for the next ten years,
you hear me?

Come back
and we'll talk about it.

Let's just say I've got a best
mate you want back from Greece.

Anyone thinks you're dogging
Tony, you're as good as dead.

- What do you want, Reuben?
- I wanna get out of jail.

People should've given me a trophy
for helping knock Lewis Moran.

- So who paid you?
- Tony Mokbel.

- I'm sorry, Mr Mokbel.
- What?

You're going back to Australia.

What? Australia? You're kidding!
What have they got?

Hey! Vlachos!

If Carl's talking
to the coppers...

Who's he talking about?

We can make Roberta's tax bill
go away.

We can have your dad's
current sentence disappear

and we might be able
to do something about yours.

What do you want in return?

Guard!

Guard!

Too much fat dining.
Do you want a heart attack?

Tony, you're a drug
dealer, not a gangster.

You're either
a criminal genius...

I love you, you schmuck.

Dan?

I thought we'd lost you.

Oh, there's no way
I'm gonna die in jail, babe.

I've had a heart attack,
for Christ's sake.

I mean, can't you argue
that this... you know,

the oppressive nature
of this place is killing me?

We could get
a psych assessment done.

That's a good idea.
Yeah, my mental state's fragile.

You do understand

the assessment
is completely independent?

- Yeah, course.
- No guarantees.

- Yeah. I know.
- And it's important

you answer all questions
as truthfully as possible.

Well, absolutely.
Why would I lie?

You understand that while I'm
employed by your legal team,

my assessment
is completely independent?

Yeah. Yeah.

And it's very important

that you answer these questions
as truthfully as possible.

Absolutely. Why would I lie?

Mr Mokbel gave
a genuine account of his life

and made no attempt to edit his
story to influence this report.

I have no doubt
his remorse is sincere.

He explains his commercial
interest in illicit drugs

was partly inspired
by gambling debts

and partly by the sudden death
of his father.

He died on your 15th birthday?

Mr Mokbel has never
used illegal drugs himself.

He enjoys the occasional
alcoholic beverage,

but usually abstains
on religious grounds.

His relationship
with his partner

is supportive and encouraging,

and they practise a traditional
and conservative sex life.

However, he is oppressed
and intimidated

by his harsh
custodial conditions.

In summary, it is
my psychological assessment

that there is clearly a limit

to the extent Mr Mokbel
can continue to withstand

such debilitating stresses.

Good luck, Tony.

Thanks, but, um, you know,

I won't need luck
if, um, you know,

you write a good report in
support of my bail application.

Detective,
what a pleasant coincidence.

Just enjoying the sunshine.

I had no idea
you'd be making your way back

to your palatial rental.

Where is the money for that
coming from?

What do you want?

- Where's it coming from?
- He doesn't have any money, OK?

He's got a Legal Aid lawyer,
you dick.

That's a good stunt.
So who's paying for the house?

- Fuck off.
- We will turn off the money tap, Danielle.

We'll find every one
of Tony's accounts

and we'll stop
every source of income.

You and your friends stop
harassing my fucking family.

Fair enough.
Enjoy the sunshine.

Not sure how long it'll last.

Sorry, sweetie.

Mokbel's bail
application failed.

Courts didn't believe his heart
attack put him at risk.

Looks like things
are finally going our way.

Not quite.

Drop the Michael Marshall case?

We can't put your witness on the
stand again. He's discredited.

Johnny Tedesco's
keen as mustard.

His statement has put Carl
and the getaway driver in jail.

He's hoping for two out of two.

He names Tony as the guy who
paid him to shoot Marshall.

Johnny made a few changes
since you last saw him.

- OK. What sort of changes?
- His lawyer advised him

to change his appearance so the
jury wouldn't recognise him.

Great. So he's put on weight.
He's grown his hair.

He's now Joan Tedesco.

Can't put him on the stand
again. Becomes a bloody circus.

How he looks shouldn't change
what he saw

or what he can say about Mokbel.

Doesn't matter. We've lost
one case because of Tedesco.

Boss won't risk another million
dollars on an erratic witness.

- There's gotta be something we can do.
- Yeah.

Make sure your Lewis Moran
brief is tight as a cat's arse.

And give me a witness
that doesn't fall over

or wear a dress.

You heard the man -
get him a witness

that can put Mokbel in the dock
on the Lewis Moran murder.

OK, we've been forced to drop
the Michael Marshall murder,

but Tony was still facing
the Lewis Moran murder trial.

Now it was a matter of getting
our crown witness ducks

lined up in a row.

We've given him everything
he wants - food...

..mail...

..visitors...

Tell Carl Williams it's time
to shit or get off the pot.

You want me to finger
me best mate for Lewis Moran?

That's what
you're here for, Carl.

Look, you're either in
or you're out.

Give us what we want right now
or get in the car -

we take you back to prison,
both of you.

- I want a word.
- George, we don't have time.

- Dad, it's fine.
- It's not fine.

I wanna talk to you. Alone.

Don't do this, son.

It's business.
They'd do the same to me.

Shopping Tony Mokbel? It's
a dangerous game you're playing.

- It goes against the rules.
- Whose rules?

The Morans'?
Carlton Crew? Mokbel's?

That all got rules
that look after themselves.

You always said

the Williams family looks after
the Williams family,

because no other prick's gonna.

Besides, I'm only telling them
what they wanna hear.

They won't get Tony.

Bloody judge says
I'm an unreliable witness.

Tony's lawyers will have
whatever I say thrown out.

So what's the point?

I don't have to tell
the complete truth.

As long as what I say doesn't
look like complete horseshit,

we still get our deal.

We get out of jail, Dad.
Isn't that worth something?

If you're still alive.

No-one likes a dog.

It's him or me, Dad.

Listen...

You boys heard anything
about Carl on the grapevine?

No bloody grapes
in the Acacia Unit.

Can't even take a shit

without the guards
putting it through a sieve.

Well, if I could just
look him in the eye, you know?

I'd know.

I'd know.

- Tone.
- How's things?

Bloody brilliant.

We weren't the only ones

frustrated at the time it was
taking to get Mokbel into court

to face
the Lewis Moran murder trial.

Here. Have a muffin.
I made them myself.

Why did you call us here,
Mrs Moran?

I want to know what you're doing

about charging the killers
who destroyed my family.

Look - Alphonse -
he was like a son to me.

And Mark, my prince.
Beautiful man.

And Jason. My sweet baby.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Killed in his prime -
in front of his children.

Who does that, Detective?

And then the last straw,
the love of my life.

No!

What does a mother have to do
to get justice

for the murder
of her entire family?

Your family did
their own share of...

The wheels of justice roll
slowly but surely, Mrs Moran.

Well, maybe
they should stop rolling

and stick a bloody rocket
under it.

This time last year you were
blaming Carl for everything.

And now Carl's doing
a life sentence.

Yes, and I'm doing
a life sentence too.

My family's gone. All gone!

Except for Tuppence.

Tuppence, the little shit
who stole all Lewis's money.

Karma is a wonderful thing,
Mrs Moran.

So are the investigative powers
of the Victorian police.

There will be justice.
I promise you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Pigs.

You will not believe
what we just heard, Tony.

Grapevine's delivered after all.

- Carl?
- Judy Moran.

- Judy Moran? What about her?
- She was arrested for murder.

Judy's a murderer?
How does that happen?

- I got him.
- Well done.

No. I can't believe that.

They reckon she'll get 26 years.

How does she think
she's gonna get away with that?

How do any of us?

- What?
- Look at us.

- They got us.
- They got you.

Alright? They haven't got me.
Not yet.

So you discussed the fact
with Tony Mokbel

that you wanted
Lewis Moran dead.

Well, it wasn't just me.
Everyone wanted him dead.

Well, we're not interested
in everyone, Carl.

We're interested in Mokbel.

Did you talk to Mokbel
about Lewis Moran?

Probably, mate. I told anyone
who wanted to listen.

Everyone knows I wanted
to get rid of the maggot.

- Did you say that to Tony?
- Probably. Lewis was a prick.

It would've been great
to have him offed.

Is that what you said to Tony?

- Might have.
- When would this have been?

I can pin that down
for you exactly. Exactly.

Yeah, must've been during
the time when Lewis was alive.

Eh?

You know, I reckon I could think
a lot more clearly

if I wasn't so hungry.

What are the chances
of a large pizza, eh?

Ham and pineapple.

- Do we even believe him?
- He's trying to muddy it.

He's been in the drug business
with Tony for 10 years now.

And Lewis Moran?

If he puts Tony
as the money man,

we've got him in jail for life.

We need you to sign
your statement, Carl.

This is how it works.
This is what we agreed.

You sign your statement,
then you appear as a witness.

The Lewis Moran trial
has been given a date.

There's nothing we can do.
You'll be going to court.

Shit. What've they got?

- A witness.
- Carl bloody Williams.

Jesus Christ, I told him
a million times -

murder is bad for business.

But, no! He had to go
and shoot everyone!

If he'd just stuck to the
business we wouldn't be here!

Now I'm gonna go down because
of Carl fucking Williams!

It's not Carl. Carl's not
giving evidence against you.

I'm not signing it.
I'm not signing nothing.

We've still got Reuben Fox.

His statement gave us enough
evidence to get Tony back here.

You need a higher standard
for the Victorian Supreme Court

than you do
for an extradition warrant.

It only took one witness
to convict Carl.

We only need one for Mokbel.

Yeah, well, Reuben fucking Fox
better bring his fucking A-game.

Reuben fucking Fox.

Mr Fox, in your own time,
please tell us what happened.

Reuben Fox spent
almost three days

under cross-examination.

Every aspect of his allegations
was tested.

And as every minute ticked by,

Tony imagined
he could feel the noose

tightening around his neck.

For once, his future
was out of his own hands.

All he could do was smile
at the jury

and hoped they believed him.

Hoped they liked him better
than they liked Reuben Fox.

Mr Foreman,
has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honour.
Uh, not guilty.

Tony had faced
20 separate charges

when he was extradited
back to Australia.

Three conspiracy charges
had to be dropped

because of a quirk
of extradition law.

And the two murder charges
were now also behind him.

The next thing he did was appeal

the cocaine conviction
he'd fled Australia to avoid.

But for the first time,
he failed,

and law enforcement had a win.

Tony Mokbel would be in jail
for a minimum of nine years.

But that wasn't life.

And while we kept working
at keeping him in,

and he kept working
at getting himself out,

things took a sharp turn
to the left.

What do you want, Carl?

I wanna make a deal.

Like the deal you made
for Tony? Piss off.

You lot don't get loyalty,
do you?

You think I'd load up me best
mate for pizza and blowjobs?

Go on then. What fantasies
are you trotting out this time?

A bunch of jacks
have been feeding me info

for the last 10 years -
for cash.

You really think we'll fall
for that - you throw mud

and we waste our time
investigating good officers?

See you, Carl.

Fine. I'll keep the names
to meself then.

You might know one of them.
Paul Dale.

This better be good.

Some people claim

Tony Mokbel only got
as big as he did

because of a network
of dirty police officers

who sold privileged information
in return for corrupt payments.

I don't know
if that's true or not.

But when we got a chance
to expose those officers,

we had a duty to go in hard,

especially if they were
suspected of involvement

in the murder of
police informant Terry Hodson.

Tell us how Senior Sergeant
Paul Dale is connected

to the Hodson murders.

Terry Hodson was
about to testify against Dale

at his committal hearing, right?

About the burglary
of Tony's drug lab.

So it stands to reason that Dale
had a reason to kill him.

Yeah. And I've got a reason
to kill you, Carl.

A whole list of them.
Doesn't mean I'm gonna.

- Yeah, but this is different.
- How?

Well, it all started

when I first met Dale
at the Brunswick Club.

In two secret meetings
with police, Williams claimed

he had occasionally paid
Paul Dale for information.

Anyway, we were having
a drink and in walks this suit.

Turns out to be Dale.

He further alleged that Dale
had paid him 150 grand

to arrange
Terry Hodson's murder.

It would be enough
to get Dale to trial.

But Carl was a serial killer
and a liar. And a dog.

So you're saying
you organised the money,

but who was the actual shooter?

I'm not saying his name.
Not in a million years.

Course he's not. Because he
made the whole bloody thing up.

Yeah. He still did the job,
though. Was that made up?

Christine and Terry Hodson,
shot in the head.

I organised the whole thing.
I'll put me hand up for that.

But I was just the middleman.

Killing Terry Hodson
was not my idea.

It's unsubstantiated -
one man's word.

He could just be trashing Dale
for time off his sentence.

When he was stringing us along
with Mokbel,

he'd go back and forth -

he'd half tell the truth,
then back away from it.

I mean, you saw him in court
at his own trial.

This time
he wasn't like that, though.

- Will he do it in court?
- He says he will.

Carl knows it's his last chance.

He's got nothing more to trade.

Do it. Arrest Paul Dale.

We think we've got enough
to charge Paul Dale.

- Carl's spilling his guts.
- Won't change the fact

that I look incompetent
or corrupt.

- No-one thinks that.
- Oh, come on.

36 years, mate.
20 in Homicide.

And three days
fucked my career -

the day I was given
the Hodson case,

the day I knocked on Paul
Dale's door to question him,

and the day
I was taken off the case.

What would fix it?

If someone did time
for the Hodsons.

That's what would fix it.

The murder of an informant -

it's a stain
on the entire force.

It's time
we did something about it.

And it's time
someone was put away for it.

Paul Dale, you're under arrest

for conspiracy to murder
Terrence and Christine Hodson.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

How are you, mate?

Yeah, I'm good.

Um, listen, I've gotta do
this project for school.

Someone in my family

that I look up to, like my dad
or one of my uncles...

Right.

And I can't think of anyone
who hasn't been in jail.

Uncle Kab, Uncle Milad,
Uncle Horty...

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, alright, I get it.

So I was wondering - could you
tell me about Grandad?

Yeah. Yeah, course I can.

Course.

Your, er, giddo, as we say,

he... he didn't have much, mate,

but, you know, he worked
really hard, worked bloody hard,

and, well, you know,
he got us out of Lebanon,

because it became
a dangerous place.

And he brought us kids
over to Melbourne,

and we started a new life,
you know?

He worked. He worked at,
uh... at Ford. Shit job.

Shit job. But he worked.
And you know why?

For family.
To put food on our table.

I mean,
there was five of us, right?

He dragged us
across the bloody world.

I'll get you out, Dad.

You look after yourself.

Come on.

We'll get you out of Barwon
again, prep you for court.

No way - people start wondering
where I am,

hear I've been talking to you...

No-one knows,
but to be on the safe side,

we'll put you with two prisoners
of your choice.

We organise that,
then you sign your statement.

- And me dad?
- We've been talking to the OPP.

We understand they're talking
to the taxation department.

It looks like they'll write off
that $750,000 he owes them.

He'll walk out of jail,
just like we promised.

- And me?
- Well, we can't make any promises ourselves.

- Hang on a second.
- The OPP will make their best representation

they can
to get your sentence reduced.

That's not good enough.

Well, they're talking about
up to 17 years off.

You get to walk Dhakota
down the aisle a free man.

About Dhakota -
there's one more thing.

Tony's stopped paying
her school fees.

So Carl was housed in
Victoria's most secure prison

with two mates
he'd personally chosen.

- Tommy Ivanovic.
- Tommy.

Good to see you, buddy.

- And Matthew Johnson.
- Matty!

Mate!

- So where you been, fat boy?
- What do you mean?

Word is they've been taking
you out. Little road trips.

Road trips
to the medical centre, mate.

- It's the only place I've been.
- Oh.

It's good to see ya.

Make yourself at home, mate.

Carl Williams,
Tony Mokbel and Paul Dale

were now all housed in Barwon's
maximum security Acacia Unit

awaiting their fates.

Within a month
one would be free,

one would get 22 years,

and one would be dead.

- Yeah, Barwon's a shithole.
- Yeah.

Do you ever consider moving on?

- Cutting ties with Carl?
- No. Why would I?

He's been in there
for three years now.

- You're not married anymore.
- He's Dhakota's dad.

No matter who I'm with,
or who he's with,

I'm still his main person.

Yeah. It's just...
if Tony does serious time...

You'll stick by him.

- Wouldn't you?
- I don't know.

- Oh, fucking shit.
- What? I want a life too.

You give me one good reason why
I should tie myself to someone

who's gonna be in prison
for the rest of his life.

'Cause he'd stick by you.

Yeah. I still love him.

Yeah. You're probably right.

- Jesus.
- If you've been talking to the press,

I'll bounce you off that wall
before you know it.

We've gotta
get him out of there.

This what you're getting
for dogging on Dale?

I'm just stringing them along to
see what I can get out of them.

If they ever put me on the stand
I'll tell them I made it all up.

Mate, I only wish I had
something to give 'em meself.

Yours dried out yet, Tommy?

Should be.

So you're OK then?

- So far.
- You see the paper?

Yeah. No dramas.

Told 'em I was making stuff up,
stringing the cops along.

You know you're looking
pretty good there, Carl.

Yeah, I lost a few kilos
since I've been in here.

You're not looking too bad
yourself, Bert.

You reckon we should have another kid?

Oh... what?

Carl, you know I'm with Rob now.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But you and me, we're mates,
yeah, forever.

We get each other.

No matter what we did wrong,
we did one thing right.

Dhakota.

Coffee, Carl?

Yeah, alright.

Coffee's up, matey.

Hello. Roberta speaking.
This is her.

No-one deserves
to die like that.

Why are you so upset?

At least he can never
load you up now, eh?

Yeah, I know, babe, but...
I don't reckon he woulda.

He had the chance, right?

He didn't.

He was such a stupid bastard.

You know when he was shoving
all that gear up his nose?

It's a miracle
we all didn't get killed, eh?

But you know what?

He was my mate.

Thanks for coming around.

Not too many people
dropping around these days.

Off you go. Go and play.

You know,
when we were riding high,

everyone wanted
to be our friends.

Not anymore.

What are we
gonna tell them, huh?

- What do you mean?
- About their dads?

Now they're old enough to read.
Kids are telling them stuff.

I just tell Maddy to ignore it.

But what's the truth?

Who was he? A murderer?

Was he that guy that read
stories to that little girl?

And taught her how to swim?

Was it a mistake, you and Carl?

I didn't have a choice.

Fuckin' love.

Nah, nah.

Where I come from,
hooking up with Carl

was the best thing I could do.

Roberta had lost her husband.

Dhakota had lost her dad.

And we'd lost our key witness.

Without Carl,
his statement couldn't be used.

The conspiracy
to murder Terry Hodson charges

against Paul Dale were dropped.

Must say, Paul,
I'm disappointed.

Would've liked to have seen you
up on the stand.

You don't get it, do you?
I wanted my day in court.

You know, I've been put through
the shit for eight years, mate.

I lost my job, lost my pension,
I spent a year in Barwon -

23 hours a day in lockdown,
for Christ's sake.

I didn't want Carl dead

I wanted him on the stand
so I could refute the lies.

So you'd be in favour
of a royal commission, then?

Full investigation into
police corruption in this state?

Clear things up
once and for all.

After all, if you're innocent,

it's an absolute travesty what
you've been put through, Paul.

Bring it on, and you bring on

any filthy witnesses
that you want to testify.

- I'm clean, mate.
- Oh, well, maybe that's right.

But you seem
to have walked through

an awful lot of shit, Paul,
an awful lot.

And only you know how much
has stuck to your fucking shoe.

Paul Dale was free.
Judy Moran was in jail.

Carl Williams was dead.

There was only one person left
with a game to play.

So some of the trafficking
charges are quite old.

- And not too strong.
- Sweet.

Oh, you know, with your brains
and my winning personality,

we'll win the jury over.

There's still Operation Magnum.

- Remind me.
- The company.

The recorded
phone conversations.

The witness evidence.

I've heard the prosecution
brief runs to 20 volumes.

If you fight it, you risk
being punished more severely

for not showing remorse.

A single large
commercial quantity charge

can attract a life sentence.

And you're facing four of them.

If the judge doesn't like you,

and it's getting harder to
find one these days that does,

you could get 80 years.

And that's on top
of the 9 you're already doing.

Listen, Petria, you ever heard
the term 'all in'? Mmm?

I'm assuming
it's not a legal term.

No, it's poker - it's when you
get all the chips you got left

and chuck 'em
in the middle of the table,

turn over your cards
and let fate take its course.

You really want
to take this to a jury?

All my life I've bet
on the long shot, OK?

And you'd be surprised
how often I've come out on top.

I had a yacht trucked across
the country, for goodness sake.

Big gambler, big reward,
that's me. Always has been.

That's what I've done
all my life.

And that philosophy
has got you where?

Listen, I hate to fold.

There must be some poker term
that applies

when you've got
no possible chance of winning

and you don't want to throw

every single last chip
you've got away.

It's called drawing dead.

Alright. This time.

But on my next hand,

Lady Luck's
gonna shine my way again.

You watch.

She will.

- Hey.
- Jim. How are you?

- The Athenian dream team.
- Yeah, that's the one.

Hey, you, uh, heard
Mokbel copped a plea?

I did. Congratulations.

Apart from the plea, we also
got a permanent proceeds order.

Next 20 years,
anything we can prove

is a proceed of his crimes,
we can seize up to four mill.

Hey, you wanna come and join us
for an ouzo?

No. I might give it a miss.

You know, VicPol and the Feds -
oil and water.

Besides, I've just got a win
of my own.

Finally got a court order to get
a DNA sample out of Mokbel.

I heard they gave you a medal.
For arresting Mokbel.

Listen, it wasn't just
the arrest, alright?

I was on that prick
for 10 years.

Look, I'm sorry. I just get
a lot of shit about that medal.

Plenty of people give us shit
in this job.

I say, if they're gonna
give you a medal,

wear it with pride.

Alright?

It was good to see you.

You too.

Well, it's not life,
but he's in until he's 67.

His dad died at 54,
so that's something.

Now, now, let's not wish him
any harm - we want him alive

to enjoy every second
of the next 22 years.

- To the good guys.
- The good guys.

Oh, and I've got a surprise
for you all.

Someone wanted to say hello.

- Hi, gang.
- Hi!

I won't, uh... I won't hold up
proceedings too long.

I'm sure you've gotta log

some serious drinking
on your timesheets.

As you all know, the Feds
gave medals to their people

for Mokbel's arrest.

But the Victoria Police Force

couldn't get off their fat arses

to organise medals for you guys.

So I got some made.

The Purana Taskforce Medal,

for each of you
for the part you played.

Make no bones about it,
we fought a war in this state.

30 people got gunned down
in that war.

Some of our people
crossed to the other side.

But each and every one of you
worked doggedly

to dismantle a criminal empire.

Sure as shit made me proud.

And you've got the gratitude
of the people of this state,

and the respect of
police forces the world over.

Thanks, mate.

To Purana.

Purana.

Oh, it's a win, right?

You know? It's not life.

22 years? I'll do that
standing on my head.

I might not be coming out here
so much.

Oh, it's a long way, you know,
Geelong and back.

Renae's getting older now,
you know.

Jail's not such a nice place
for a little girl.

- Who is it?
- Hmm?

- What?
- Who is it, Dan?

Oh, you... you don't know him.

You know what I am, Tone.

I can do 2 years.
But I can't do 20.

I guess you can't help
who you fall in love with, huh?

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