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Honey, sweetie, can you see me?

Did anyone see what he took?

- Hey, man... - Who you selling for?

- Benny, OK? - Benny who?

That's all I know. He's fucking scary, OK?

So what? Our pills are shit?

Well, yeah, they don't stick together too well.

Maybe I was a little too hard on him.

- We're supposed to be mates. - Don't fucking walk up on me!

You were carrying on like dickheads.

- Fuck you. - Yeah?

Ugh!

What the fuck did you do?!

Fuck....

Just tell the truth, OK?

You say it was an accident, no-one was supposed to get hurt.

Ibrahims don't give statements.

The lawyer's gonna be here in 20 minutes. Get dressed!

Mikey!

Here's trouble.

Boys, how are we?

- Pretty good, brother. You? - Thanks.

Not bad, not bad.

Thank you, brother. Let's go.

- Sam? - Yeah!

Just when I was starting to enjoy myself,

they kicked me out.

Good boy. How you doing?

Let me have a look at ya.

Still a bitch, huh?

How you been? Good?

Yeah, alright.

Apart from being at war with the gay mafia, good.

What, you miss me?

- Oh, damn! - What?!

- Really? - Yeah. Come here!

Yeah, I missed slappin' ya.

Yeah, I can see that.

I'm back now, so get used to it.

You gonna show me a good time or what?

Hey, listen, this is...

It's, uh...it's a different crowd, a different club.

It's just not what you're used to, so just...

- Yeah, no shit. - No, what I'm saying is it's...

It's my business, my work.

Yeah.-So just don't mess up the vibe.

- You're messing up my vibe. - OK, alright! Just...

Simone? Simone, hey.

Uh, you remember Simone, right? -Jesus Christ!

- Hey, Simone. - She's, uh...

She's gonna take you to the...the VIP area.

- VIP? Now we're talking. - Yeah? OK? So you're a VIP.

- Finally. - Just...you.

Hey, boys, grab a kebab, yeah?

The fuck? We'll go to the strippers.

You happy?

Relax. I'm not gonna embarrass ya.

Just behave.

Hah! Look who it is!

Ha-ha-ha! Look who it is!

- Good to see you. - Good to see you, brother!

You take him to the darkest corner,

you make it fucking darker, OK?

Dark! I don't want to see him, Simone.

You remember Junior?

- Yeah, of course! - Big boy now, hey?

Sam, get in there, get in there.

Why you got them working down here? We're celebrating!

- After, huh? - Come up for a drink!

How you going, brother?

- Come up for a drink. - Got all your favourite drinks.

- We got VIP! - Just go! Go!

You're gonna love it. Just go in!

Come up!

- It's OK. - It's not OK.

Hey!

Where is everyone?

Drink up. They're on me.

You having one?

No, I'm working, Sam.

Come on, you fuckin' nerd.

We're celebrating.

So what's the latest with Michael?

- It's under control. - Where is he?

- I'm sorting it. - Where are the other guys?

Probably with Michael.

Under fucking control.

I will find him, but then he's gonna turn himself in.

- He's not turning himself in. - He's young.

He can do a short stretch and still have a good life.

Yeah, 'cause you're the expert of being inside

with all your time in the visiting area.

I don't want him to go inside any more than you do, Sam,

but 2 years is better than 10.

Just go with me on this, please.

No.

He's gonna get the max, John.

You think the cops are gonna go easy on an Ibrahim?

We gotta get him out of the country or he's fucked.

- What are you doing? - VIP area, huh?

I'm going somewhere I'm wanted.

Finally!

Fuck off, will ya? Get fucked!

- Alright? - How you going, brother? Good?

- Cheers, boys! - Boys!

Hey!

Come on, come on. Catch up.

Oh, what the fuck is that?

- How you going, brother? - Good, bro. Good.

Hamish is over there.

So, what? Tate couldn't make it?

You're a fucking prick, you know that?

You gotta patch that up.

Yeah, well, if he wants to apologise,

I'm happy to hear him out.

Oh, yeah, right. Give me a fuckin' break.

We got a system, a chain of command.

You shouldn't be out there recruiting off your own bat.

Yeah, but I did, so what?

Well, there are fucking rules! That's what.

I'm gonna start my own chapter. -See?

That's what I mean right there.

You don't just do it. You ask permission first.

Oh, please, Hamish,

please, may I form my own chapter?

Huh, Sammy, you're a great soldier.

I'm a great president.

Now, that can either be with the Black Flags

or it could be somewhere else.

You know, since I went inside, this club's turned to shit, hm?

You think that's a coincidence?

We used to be feared, respected. Now we're getting pushed around.

So...what's the plan?

Well, I'm gonna turn it into the biggest

motorcycle club this country's ever seen.

Let's go, boys!

- Let's fucking go! - Let's go!

They've been feeding you, hm?

Mm, yeah.

Not like Mum, huh?

Too long.

Too long for a mother to not have her son!

Too long! Too long!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid, eh?

No more bad luck. Hmm?

Only good luck now, yeah?

OK.

Mwah!

Sam.

Have you talked to Mum yet about Michael?

You know it's gonna kill her if he goes inside.

I know, but a couple of years is better than a lifetime.

Have you heard from him yet?

Not since the night it happened.

Where are you getting this two years crap from, anyway?

Let's assume that the witnesses give accurate accounts.

There was a punch-up.

Michael never actually saw the pool cue.

It could be lower grade manslaughter.

Didn't realise you were a fucking lawyer.

This shit is too important to mess up.

- We need to think it through. - Yeah, you think, I act.

- That's why I'm in charge. - Not this time, OK?

There's no winner here.

One kid's dead. The rest are going to jail.

The old way of working, it...it's gone.

So what? Protecting my family's the "old way" now?

Open it.

I've been saving your cut.

You're a dickhead, but you're honest. I'll give you that.

Let me tell you, it would've been helpful

to dip into it at times,

but it is a good opportunity to set you up.

So...don't waste it.

Buy an apartment or something.

I'll put it on the horses.

I'm joking! Will you fucking relax?

It's a joke.

Promise me you're not gonna use that money

for something stupid, Sam.

Hey...

..I swear.

And what an opportunity we have here today,

ladies and gentlemen.

580 square metres of warehouse in prime real estate.

But I will pass it over to you.

Where do we start? Where do we go?

Do I have any takers to get us started at $1 million?

$1 million? Ma'am?

Ma'am, $1 million?

900.

Nice try, sir. I do like your style.

But we're gonna stay with the $1 million.

At $1 million, lad...

Ladies and gentlemen, for this prime piece of real estate,

do I hear $1 million?

- Sir? - 850.

It actually doesn't quite work like that, sir.

We're just a little bit too far away from where the reserve is.

But I do like your enthusiasm. It's good.

Um, anyone, ladies and gentlemen?

Anyone? $1 million?

800. Final offer.

Do we have any takers? Sir?

Yes? No? Sir?

Anyone? 1 million?

So I guess we'll just say it's sold!

To the man in the vest!

Here we go. Come on.

Yeah, I'm here now, Jack Nicoll's place.

He's a known associate of Billy Diyab.

Yeah, I've been to his parents' place.

I've been to his sister's.

Will do.

Billy's been running around,

looking for cash, making enemies.

If we don't catch him, someone else will.

Billy!

Billy! Fuckin' stop!

Fuck!

Word's out, Lloydo.

You don't buy the pills that crumble in your fingers.

That's the shit that makes you sick.

100 grand I spent on your shit.

100 fuckin' grand!

And I expect top quality for that money.

You know, Lloydo...

..you gotta learn to put it together right, mate.

You can't just... pick up a hammer...

..and expect to hammer away.

Huh! Huh!

Come here. Give me the whole thing.

Find me a new supplier.

Preferably one that can walk.

Hey, Ned! Hey, you ready for this?

Why the big show and tell?

Well, 'cause we're scaling up again, mate.

We are gonna own this city lock, stock and barrel.

Have you ever seen so many precursors?

Fuckin' hell!

Where'd they come from?

Turkey.

The Turkish mafia? Jesus Christ!

Yep, that is why we cannot

and will not fuck this up.

Yeah, well, Sam Ibrahim's out.

Word is he's started his own chapter,

bought a clubhouse out west.

He won't be a problem.

If he finds out about this, we got a fuckin' problem.

Sam's crazy, but he's manageable.

He's not the only one we gotta manage, though, is he?

We can take care of John too.

Yeah? Tell that to your good knee.

Hey!

We cannot fuck this up.

Thanks for waiting.

So...

..unfortunately, Kemp's decided to drop the eyes on John.

We just haven't got enough to justify the expenditure.

Does that mean Detective Chea and I...

Well, Chea's leaving today,

but I've asked Kemp if I can keep you around.

You have good instincts, Larsen, and I just...

..I just can't shake the feeling that if I keep you here,

maybe you'll bring me... something valuable.

Is there anything you'd like to share with me?

- Nothing new. - You sure?

Mm-hm.

OK.

Morning.

- Sorry to just drop in. - No, no, all good.

Please, have a seat.

Can you give me anything and everything

you've got on Michael Ibrahim?

- So you're on the murder? - Yeah.

Right, well, what makes you think I can help?

Well, you wanted him released to John

and you don't strike me as the pastoral type.

So that was surveillance, wasn't it?

You're using him as a Trojan horse.

Wow. You really are a detective, aren't you?

So what do you got for me?

That's classified.

Anything else you want?

I wanted to help the kid

and you...you just fed him to the lions.

- We could've... - What? Saved him?

- Very pastoral of you. - Fuck you.

No, actually, it's, "Fuck you, Senior Sergeant."

Do you have any idea what's happening out west anymore?

Young kids getting sucked in and spat out with nothing.

And these scumbags, they're cashed-up.

Now, I want you to listen to me.

I am acutely aware of what is going on out west,

which is why I know

if you get the big fish, you save the little fish.

But you didn't get anything.

Thanks.

- Fuckin' massive. - Heard that before.

Oh, yeah? Was she talking about your nose?

I don't have a big nose.

Do I?

Yeah, you got a big nose and a weird-looking head.

Fuck off!

Hey, Sam.

Heard you got out, so I thought I'd come by...

Come fuck me again.

Look, um, I messed up.

Alright? I know that.

But that's why I brought you a little welcome home gift.

Gift? I don't see a fucking bow.

Hey, come on, mate. That's 50 K.

Look, I got a bit ahead of myself,

but, you know, your brother sorted me out

and, uh, I just want to be good with you too.

No problem.

So we're good?

Yeah, we're great. See you next month.

Oh, oh, nah, mate. I...

That's my...my rainy day money. That's all I've got.

I couldn't give a fuck.

Remember, I own you.

You bring me 50 grand a month

or I come looking for ya.

Oh, it's good to see you, Stevie.

- What was that? - Fuckhead tax.

A week of simmering racial tensions

boiled over into mob violence today

in the beachside suburb of Cronulla.

Fuelled by alcohol, the crowd stormed the streets,

targeting anyone of Middle Eastern appearance.

At least one man was badly beaten...

Can you turn that shit off, Steph?

Uh, long black.

You know he needs to hand himself in, John.

I've got nothing to say to you. -Then listen.

This shit, it's not going away.

And sooner rather than later, the press are gonna want

a face for this Middle Eastern crime thing

and that boy...

..is carrying you and your brother's reputation.

Don't bring him down with you.

Don't try and leverage my brother, cock.

He's got nothing to do with this.

Since when did that ever matter for people that look like us?

Us? Us?

You and me are not the same.

The Eastern Suburbs are never gonna

wash the Leb out of you, mate.

- I'm not your fucking mate. - You got that right.

My mates, they wouldn't leave their little brother out there.

Thank you.

With police dressed in full riot gear

clearing the streets,

hundreds of officers are being deployed...

Hello.

Hey, it's me.

Mikey?

Are you OK? Are you safe?

I'm OK, bro. All good.

Why the fuck did you run?

I'm sorry, OK? I woke up and it was fucking on the news.

Don't know, man. We freaked out, John.

You stop freaking out and start using your fucking brain.

- Are you stupid? - Just tell me what to do, John.

- And the others? - They're gone.

- Gone where? - We split up.

I don't know where they are.

I'm packing you a go bag, alright?

Passport, cash, everything.

- A go bag? Does that mean... - Overseas.

Not coming back, Mike.

OK.

If that's what you think I should do.

It is.

I keep my number, you change yours.

You call me in two days.

Oh, here he is!

Big head, little cock.

The other way around.

Passport's in the bag.

I'm glad you came to your senses.

Gabriel Maatouk?

Can't picture him as a Gabriel.

Yeah, well, fuck, there's one there for you too.

First name 'Fuckhead', last name 'Banana'.

You ever miss it?

Yeah, yeah.

The way it used to be.

So bring it back.

I've got other investments now, Sam.

You fuckwit.

It was more than just business. You know that.

No, we built something special here together.

We?

Together?

Hey, John!

Don't get a big head, yeah?

Mostly me.

Little cock.

Don't beep at me with your piece of shit car.

Keep driving, fuckwit!

Go on! Go on!

- Fucker. Turn around slowly. - Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- Slowly! - Don't shoot, bro! It's me!

- It's Billy, man! - What the fuck are you doing?

I'm sorry, bro! I'm fucking sorry.

I've just been... I've been trying to...

What are you... You think I'm...

I'm not wearing a bloody wire, John.

- Are you serious, man? - Alright, alright.

You're not gonna kill me, are you?

What? No, you idiot. Just...shut up.

Tell me what you're doing here.

I heard you're looking for me.

I'm looking for all of you.

Have you seen Mike?

No, man.

Look, I come to tell you myself.

I'm not running, I swear to you.

- Never said you were. - I'm gonna go to the cops.

I'm gonna tell them what happened.

I just... I'm not taking the boys down with me.

I'm not gonna fuck over Michael.

Good.

Now breathe. Relax. It's OK, it's OK.

Just sit down.

Look.

You were right.

I know I'm fucked.

I just need some more time. I just need time 'cause...

Look, I got money on the street, big money.

I just need to go collect it so I can...

..I can pay for the lawyers and shit, you know what I mean?

I need a bit for my mum too, man. She needs it.

It was an accident.

How's it going with our potential mole?

Uh, well, eyes in the cable box

picked up a visit from Detective Larsen last week,

but she hasn't been back since, so...

Better hope he hasn't broken her heart.

See, it might be better for us if he does.

Well, we're gonna have to do it without the cable box.

Why?

Without Michael there,

the higher-ups are shutting it down.

Don't worry, though. Plenty of new toys to play with.

What is this? Should I be worried?

What you've always wanted, right?

New taskforce, major organised crime,

if you accept a secondment

to the New South Wales Police Force, that is.

The pollies are bowing to media pressure

off the back of the riots.

They want us all over Middle Eastern offenders.

OK, so what are we looking at?

All of it. Take it apart from the top down.

The commissioner wants results fast.

Arrests, photo ops, money, guns, drugs on the table.

Go out and make a splash, Doyle.

Bring in whoever you need.

Any of you boys hear from Aymon?

Amir.

Sorry. Is this a bad time?

Pretty perfect, actually. We're down a man.

Oh!

So your little hissy fit the other day,

that serious or you were just blowing off steam?

Look, I have some good news.

We have a new taskforce, major organised crime,

Middle Eastern focus.

Sound like something you'd be interested in?

Sounds pretty fucking racist, actually.

I'm not gonna be your PR guy.

Alright, you just...

You take care of the little fish

and just see how many of them you can hang on to.

Just come along, just come for one ride

and see if you change your mind.

Is that a yes?

I'll think about it.

I got one! -No way. What did you get?

- 60 bucks! - 60 bucks? Let's go!

Whoo!

Down, down, down!

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground! Get down!

Get down on the fucking ground.

Get on your fucking knees.

Ohh!

Wow.

Long time no see.

You know the door was open.

Oh, was it?

If you're here to dance,

you gotta audition like everyone else.

This funny to you, you clown?

Oof!

Wow. Lot of cash for someone who just got out, Sam.

Wouldn't be proceeds of crime, would it?

What cash?

It's mine.

Aymon?

Fuck sake, what the fuck are you doing here?

- Cuff him. - No.

No, mate, not this.

How you going?

They looking after ya?

Look...

We both know that wasn't your money.

So now's the time to speak up, mate.

You were scared. You made a mistake.

I can help you.

Come on, Aymon. This isn't you.

No matter what those jerks have filled your head with,

they're not family.

Let me help you.

You reckon you'd be sitting here if they gave a shit about ya?

Maybe it's the right time.

Time to do what?

Come back to the Cross.

Remind everyone why it's actually

a good place to come to.

What, and bail out on Oxford Street entirely?

No, no, no. Keep all that going, just...

I don't know. I feel different here.

Like I belong.

Very romantic.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

And how would you go about this grand plan?

I've got no idea.

But you'll be the first to know.

- Mikey? - You got my stuff?

- Shit's changed, Mike. - What do you mean changed?

Billy's, um...

Billy's gonna turn himself in.

He's gonna tell the cops everything that happened.

- How do you know? - You just need to trust me.

Man, we had a plan. You said I was going overseas.

Look, two years isn't a long time.

I don't wanna do any time!

I want the go bag and the passport!

You need to listen to me.

You can't switch up on me like this.

It's giving me mad fucking head noise!

Mikey, I'm not asking. Mike...

Things change sometimes, Sam. You gotta change with them.

Or you stick to what you said.

- Even if it's wrong? - It's not wrong.

We mess this up, there is no coming back for him.

Guys...

It's easy for you to say. Never been inside.

Ma, come sit down already.

Come get something to eat.

How can you eat?

There's always someone missing from this table.

Mum...

This was our best option.

That's not what you thought yesterday.

Because I am managing the situation that I'm in.

If I could change it, I would.

I'm fucking talking to you, Sam.

What if something happened to him, hm,

and we weren't there for him?

Mikey's gonna be fine.

Well, he's not gonna give a statement.

He's not gonna need to.

The kid that caused this whole shitstorm,

he's gonna put his hand up.

And that's gonna be confirmed

by all the witnesses that were there.

No, it is better that he does two years

than goes away forever.

He'd never be able to come back.

Mum would never see him again.

You sure this mate of his is gonna pull through?

I'm sure.

You're making this call?

I'm making this call, Sam.

Alright.

I'm gonna get Michael.

What makes you think you know where he is?

We think alike.

# Here's to Aymon, he's true blue

# He's a pisspot through and through

# He's a bastard, so they say

# Tried to go to heaven but he went the other way, he went... #

Down, down, down, down,

down, down, down, down, down...

Oi, Mercedes! Come over. Meet Aymon.

Enjoy that, mate.

Oh, lighten up, would ya? The kid did good.

The cops don't have anything.

They took my money.

Yeah, so we get out and earn.

You're supposed to have some ideas.

I've got a good tip, potential big payday.

From who?

Old friend, a trusted source.

Hmph.

Easy enough to do without me?

Piece of piss.

You're in charge.

Where are you going?

I got shit to do.

You scared the shit out of me.

I thought you'd be taller by now.

I thought you'd be better looking.

- Pack your shit. - Where we going?

Cop shop.

You said that plan was stupid.

No, I said John's stupid. Come on.

Sam, I got this all figured out in my head.

Your mate Billy, he's coming clean, so that changes things.

- I don't want to do any time. - Two years is fuck-all.

It might not even be that.

You'll be right in there. I'll make sure of it.

How?

I got friends everywhere.

- What time's Billy coming in? - I don't know. Soon.

He...he's just getting some cash together.

- Can't I just wait till then? - You just get your fucking shit.

Come on. The less time you gotta do, the better.

One of the other boys involved in the incident,

your friend Kurt, was picked up.

So I'll make sure it's noted

you're surrendering yourself voluntarily.

It'll count in your favour.

Now, Kurt's not talking,

so they're going to ask you for a statement.

You don't have to give one.

He knows how to handle himself.

They'll also ask for a... -He's got it.

Alright. Let's go.

You get it now?

Get what?

Being the older brother.

Will somebody fix this?

What's happened?

Where's Funny Steve?

Huh! Huh!

Look at me. Look at me!

You break into my house to steal my shit?

The least you could do is look at me.

Who's backing ya?

What's your name?

Right, I'll start.

My name is Benny Vasquez.

What's your name?

Funny Steve.

Funny Steve?

Is that 'cause you're a funny-looking cunt

or are you funny?

Well, go on, then. Tell me a joke, Funny Steve.

Make me laugh.

Make me laugh, Funny Steve.

Alright.

There's three midgets at the local fair.

One of them spots a stall

for the Guinness Book of World Records.

The first midget, he thinks he's the shortest man in the world,

so he goes inside, they measure him up,

out he comes with a medal -

new record holder for World's Shortest Man.

So...so the second midget,

he thinks he has the smallest feet in the world.

So in he goes, they measure him up,

out he comes with his medal.

Well, now the third midget, he wants in,

so he says,

"Well, I think I've got the smallest dick in the world."

So like the others,

he goes inside, gets measured up.

But this time... he's in there for ages.

And he finally comes out,

but no medal.

He just looks at the other midgets and says,

"Who the fuck is Benny Vasquez?"

That's pretty funny, huh? Yeah, that's pretty funny.

I got one.

Why do they call me Benny the Great?

I don't know.

Huh? No-one? No? Anyone?

Huh? No?

'Cause if you don't tell me who's backing ya,

I'm gonna 'grate' your nipples off.

- Huh? No? - No, no, no...

- Last chance! Last chance! - No, no, no, no!

No! Oh, you fuck!

Huh?!

Oh, you fuck!

Call me when he comes to.

I got somewhere to be.

Benny Vasquez.

Hey, it's good to finally meet.

Hey, don't worry. It's just us.

And I trust you came alone too?

And how did I get so lucky?

It's a simple deal, Benny.

We supply you and you give me protection.

Protection?

Yeah? Protection from who?

The Ibrahims.

The Ibrahims?

Look, I'll buy off you, but I'm no-one's soldier.

Now, I'll deal with Johnny 'cause he gets in my way.

But Sam?

I got no beef with Sam fucking Ibrahim.

Are you serious?

Do I look like I'm joking?

Do I?

What makes you think I won't do it?

'Cause you know who I am.

You know I'd die happy here

just thinking about what my crew's gonna do to ya.

I believe you have something that belongs to me.

Fuck sake.

Told him the midget joke, didn't you?

He fucking loved it.

Oh, fuck.

- You alright? - Yeah.

Yeah, brother.

He did what?!

Dean!

You got the money?

Are we good? Huh?

I have to advise you in the strongest of terms

that you should make a statement to police.

Billy's dead, Michael.

You wouldn't be doing anyone any harm

by simply stating the facts of the incident.

You need to understand, without a statement,

the police are gonna charge you with manslaughter.

You will carry the full weight of the boy's death.

Do you understand that?

Ibrahims don't make statements.

The cops are pushing for 11 years.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I didn't know Billy was gonna get shot.

What do you mean, you didn't know?

You were meant to look after him.

That's what I was trying to do. And we agreed, remember?

No, no, no, no. Don't give me that "we agreed" shit.

You were gonna make him turn himself in

no matter what I said.

Right? Right, John?

Because you needed to be King Dick.

'Cause you need to be in control of everything.

This was all about your fucking ego.

For fuck sake.

I should've seen it coming.

I should've seen it.

I didn't.

I fucked up, Sam.

I fucked up.

Look, I'm gonna fix it. I'm gonna fix it.

- I just need some time. I... - No. No, no, no.

John, John, shut the fuck up!

Not even you can fix this.

It's done.

Our little brother is getting 11 years.

We're just gonna have to live with that.

I'm not waiting anymore!

- We gotta send a message. - We will!

- When?! - After I set you up!

I am gonna give you as much product as you can sell.

You muscle up, you build yourself an army,

then we make our move.

They're strong, yeah?

So we gotta be stronger.

Now, you go at one of them...

..you go at both.

But they got soft spots.

So we just gotta be patient.

'Cause they will make mistakes.

When they do...

..we go at them in ways they won't see coming.

Oh, what's up?

Tell me something.

Who gave you the tip on the stash house?

Dean.

I thought he was trying to suck up.