"TERRY She is this close to cracking on us, mate." "I can feel it." "Allison?" "I can see you running the Singapore end." "You could be Mr Asia." "I don't know what our Marty would say about that." "We'd have to kill him, of course." "Terry sent a man to the house to kill me." "You go get yourself a new life." "d It's a jungle out there" "d It's a jungle out there" "d It's a jungle out there. d" "JACQUl:" "Two weeks after Andy Maher dumped Marty Johnstone's body in the Dove, a local diver found him on a ledge two metres below the surface." "Oh!" "The brutality of the murder and the mutilation of the body made headlines throughout the country." ""What sort of animals could do this?" ""How could they live with themselves? "" "Oh!" "Fuckin'..." "PLEASE!" "Fucking hell!" "Fuck!" "Fuck." "I could suck it if that'd help." "His name's Martin Johnstone." "He's a Kiwi." "He flew in first class on British Airways from Singapore." "The stewardess remembered him most particularly." "You ever heard of the mile-high club?" "Well, this chap fancied himself a member." "Suppose in the lav, though, you'd think it'd be a tad uncomfortable." "After their passion had subsided, she asks him about this medallion." "It means 'long life'." "I've called the New Zealand police and they had a few thoughts on why Johnstone's not-so-long life might have ended with a bullet in the head." "He was a drug dealer, apparently in partnership with another Kiwi called Terry Clark." "So his murder was drug-related?" "Gordon, I do not know." "Maybe his hands were gnawed off by a hungry puma, but this Clark is a chap I'd like to talk to." "Where is he?" "Last known address, Neutral Bay, Sydney." "What time is it down under?" "Warwick." "This Johnstone's worked out of Singapore for the past five years." "Now his teeth are smashed in and his hands are cut off." "And he's been associated with Clark since '74." "Harry Lewis's hands were chopped off and his teeth smashed in too." "Seems our Mr Clark has only one way of dealing with his business problems." "Marty Johnstone's other sandal." "It was under the seat." "Whose car is it?" "A chap who never reported it stolen and who, according to Customs records, spends a lot of his time in sunny Singapore, though his permanent address is on the Finchley Road." "Who needs work?" "I'm not gonna go..." "You do what you're fucking told, man!" "Andrew Samuel Maher, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder." "The blood in your car matches Marty Johnstone's and his sandal was in the back seat." "Is there anything you'd like to tell us, lad?" "JACQUl:" "For most people, the nervous pressure of guilt is enormous." "Ah..." "And confessing comes with an overwhelming sense of relief." "I did it." "I killed him." "He put a gun to my head." "And I pulled it off him and it went off." "So..." "Jamie Smith's made a statement that you killed Marty on a man called Terry Clark's orders." "No, no." "Terry's just a friend." "He had nothing to do with it." "We understand he lives in London." "Can you give us his address?" "If, as you say, Clark had nothing to do with Marty's murder, what harm can giving us his address do?" "Jamie also said Marty was killed over a drug deal gone bung." "I don't know anything about the drugs." "Well, you told him you had to kill Marty or Clark would've had you killed next." "Talk to us, son." "We can protect you." "You're not big enough." "You can't protect me forever." "Oh, Andy, your forever's looking like 20 to life." "Now we'll find this Clark's address." "But any little thing you can do that helps us, helps you." "Ah." "What, just an address, yeah?" "d Now, I've got the power d In every way d To give you all d A better day d To show you people d And right away d Listen to me Then you'll see d I'll make you d Feel alright!" "d I'm gonna make you d Feel alright!" "d I got the power d When I know d All the bad vibes d Start to go d Then comes the feeling d And it's starting to grow d Lightin' my fire d Gettin' me higher d Making me d Feel alright!" "d Making me d Feel alright d Oh-oh!" "d I've got power d A power to excite d I got power d I feel like I'm flying d I got power d Whoa-oh-oh d I got power d I got me d I got power... d" "Terrence Clark, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder and suspicion of supply of grade A narcotics." "d Feel alright!" "d I'm gonna make you feel alright!" "d Feel d Make you feel" "d Alright!" "d Whoa!" "d" "I want to ask you some questions regarding your association with Martin Johnstone." "How would you describe your relationship with Mr Johnstone?" "I'd describe it as... no comment." "I've never met anyone called Martin Johnstone." "You never, ever met your boyfriend's business partner?" "Terry never talked to me about his business." "Are you over here to help run his drugs ring?" "Do the accounts?" "Help set up shelf companies?" "I moved to London to be with Terry." "I helped him by cooking." "Gets pretty hot in your kitchen." "Now, think carefully, Mr Clark, before you..." "Sinclair." "My name is Terrance James Sinclair." "Terrance James Sinclair, you're Terrence John Clark, you're Phillip Perkins," "Philip James Scott," "Peter Simon Heffron," "Mr John Francis Pennington and Mr Andrew James Gorrie." "No comment." "Let's just agree on, er, 'Terry' for now, shall we?" "You need to think how you proceed." "Juries don't much admire 'no comment'." "Makes a defendant look guilty." "Fuck, these are all bullshit." "These charges." "You don't have any real evidence." "We've got a diary full of names and addresses including Martin Johnstone and Andy Maher's." "We've got L30,000, most of which you can't account for." "We've got details of payments in three of your aliases into a company called Cross and Mercer, a company whose director was Martin Johnstone." "We've got an unregistered .38 Magnum." "And we've got 10 pages of what our experts tell us are accounts in code." "If you blokes give me your bank accounts," "I'll have 200,000 transferred by the close of business." "200 grand?" "Each." "OK." "OK. 250." "Just show me the front door, eh?" "JACQUl:" "Terry was charged with murder." "And he and Karen were both charged with conspiracy to import and distribute prohibited drugs." "But gathering evidence was painstaking." "And the trial was many long months away." "Still, with Terry now a guest of Her Majesty and Allison Dine lost in America Aussie Bob Trimbole was left wondering exactly what it was he'd forked out $2 million for." "And how could he explain to his backers in Griffith that the rivers of money he promised were looking more like trickles?" "Shit!" "Oh!" "Oh." "Bob." "Bob, have you heard what's happened?" "Terry got arrested in London." "Fucking murder charges, for fuck's sake." "He's facing fucking drug charges up to his fucking eyeballs." "Who'd he knock?" "Marty someone." "What are we gonna do?" "What if he talks?" "What if he cuts a deal and spills his guts?" "!" "Keep your fucking voice down." "But..." "Look, I'm really exposed here, Bob." "If Terry starts talking..." "Terry won't talk." "He wouldn't betray us." "Oh, shit!" "What's wrong?" "Where are you going?" "Shit." "He's our point of attack." "He connects all the corruption - the cops, the narcs, the lawyers, and Clark." "We get Brian Alexander and all of this begins to collapse." "The English police have agreed to let us interview Clark." "He'll have info on Alexander if we can get it out of him." "And there's also the small matter of getting evidence" "Clark arranged the Wilson murders." "Find your passport, Liz." "You ought to go to London with Inspector Messina." "Pardon?" "We gather Clark likes the ladies." "He might respond better to questions from you." "The flight's tomorrow morning." "Tomorrow?" "Right." "Problem, Cruickshank?" "No problem, sir." "None." "Clark seems to assume you offer a copper a bribe, he'll take it." "I'm afraid a cohort of NSW State Police considers supplementary forms of income as par for the course." "I see." "Mmm." "We're from Victoria." "Bloke must have money to burn." "He was offering us close to a million quid each by the time he realised we weren't going to oblige." "What's Clark like, sir?" "Take a look for yourself." "I'm a professional gambler." "And an artist." "But if I were an international drug dealer," "I'd be a bloody successful one." "I'd be worth 50 million in land and investments." "Trade in five countries." "Control the lives of dozens of people." "If I were an international drug dealer." "So you run a heroin business in Australia - you'd need lots of connections." "Protection." "Yes, I would." "Lawyers." "Narcotics agents." "Coppers." "Judges." "Yeah, I'd be very well connected." "Or pay someone who was." "If you help us, we... we might be able to help you." "We can talk to the English police, let them know how cooperative you've been." "These Pommies don't strike fear in my heart, Detective Cruickshank." "Maybe it's years watching the All Blacks beat their rugby team, but I don't think I'm gonna need your help beating any charges." "Talking of Pommies," "Doug Wilson names you as the murderer of Harry Lewis." "Mmm." "Is that your only evidence - the word of a dead junkie?" "On those same tapes," "Doug also talks of his fear that you'll murder him and his wife." "Us Kiwis have done pretty well against you Aussies too." "I couldn't help notice your paintings when I came to your flat." ""What a thing a watercolour is to express atmosphere and distance. "" ""So the figure is surrounded by air and can breathe in it. "" "Smart man, van Gogh." "Too bad he topped himself." "Well, he was also mad." "Unlike me, Detective Cruickshank." "Unlike you, Terry." "A sane, smart man should know when to fight and when to talk." "This is bigger than a falling out between drug partners." "It's bigger even than international rugby results." "Now, if any of us is going to get this Clark, we're going to have to find someone who knows a lot about him and who has the guts to talk to us." "What about that young courier who took off to America?" "She might know someone." "JACQUl:" "For 10 months, Allison had thought no-one could find her." "But Dave Priest only had to call the FBI and they drove straight to where she worked." "Everything she'd done for the last three years finally caught up with her." "She could no longer hide." "She no longer wanted to hide." "They got her in a room and asked her one simple question." "Could she name anyone still alive who really knew the ins and outs of Terry Clark's murderous empire?" "Yeah." "Me." "Terry always said no-one got hurt in the heroin business." "Everyone I know has been hurt." "Well, you are doing the right thing now." "I just want to save what's left of my life." "JACQUl:" "She told them how Terry recruited her, how many runs they'd made, how big the profits were, where the drugs came from, how many couriers worked for them, everything." "And she told them about Terry's dark side " "Wayne," "Greg," "Pommy." "And finally she told them one small, vital thing about the Wilson murders." "Terry got the tapes from a lawyer in Sydney." "Brian Alexander." "They had a business relationship?" "Terry complained about how much he paid Brian as a retainer." "And I once drove Terry to Brian's office... for an appointment." "You can't give us a date, can you?" "May 15." "The anniversary of my mother's death." "You're not free to leave the motel without permission and an escort." "There are plenty of people in this city who won't want you to testify, so if you want to go out, you ask Hugh and he'll contact us to OK it." "I also need to remind you that if at any stage you choose to not give evidence, you will be immediately charged with breaking bail and possession." "Yeah." "I understand." "I'll send a reminder, then." "Alright." "Goodbye." "They are not going to let us in without a warrant." "They're shitting themselves already." "They won't know what hit 'em." "They're lawyers." "They make a fuss, we're out of there." "We need evidence on the May 15 meeting - diaries, appointment books, memos, whatever we can get." "Thanks, guys - files, accounts, every bit of paper." "Excuse me." "What do you want, detectives?" "What do you want?" "!" "You told us you'd never met Terry Clark." "We have information that that's not true." "What's going on?" "!" "Morning, Mr Aston " "Joint Police Group sends its greetings." "I gave you a very clear last warning, which you've ignored." "You're a very stupid man." "Stay within cooee, won't you?" "Oh, it's alright." "I took care of it." "They won't find anything." "They won't!" "JACQUl:" "The page in Aston's diary for May 15 had been torn out." "But the imprint on the page for May 16 supported Allison's story." "There had been a meeting that day." "With Terry." "It meant they could charge Brian with conspiracy." "But the other link in the chain was an altogether tougher proposition." "We've spoken to the Queensland police who interviewed Doug Wilson." "They said they gave the case file and the tapes to you." "Your point being?" "Terry Clark got those tapes from Brian Alexander and Brian got them from the Narcotics Bureau." "Right." "Since I was working on the Wilson case, it must've been me that passed on the tapes that got them murdered?" "I don't know how you Joint Police Group blokes work, but we in the Bureau believe in cooperation." "I wasn't the only one that had access to that case file." "In fact, I had cause to discuss the case with several of my colleagues." "How many?" "Mmm." "Five." "Six, maybe." "Let me see, there was, er," "Ian, Stubbsie," "I think Bob and Des were at one meeting, um, there was..." "Tim Marshall," "Ricky, half the Bureau, practically." "Ahoy, there!" "Oh, here we go." "No head, no hands..." "Permission to come on board?" "How'd you escape the bastards, Jack?" "What've you got I don't have, mate?" "Looks, charm, brains." "Well, they bloody served me." "Yeah, conspiracy to supply information." "You'll be right, Brian." "If you don't say anything, they got nothin'." "You know, I was hoping I'd well, I was wondering if you..." "you could maybe appear for me." "Well, you know, as a character witness." "That'd confirm their suspicions of collusion, wouldn't it?" "You, Dennis?" "You're the big detective." "Scratch my back like I scratched yours all these years." "Put in a good word." "Mate, so what if you know a crook?" "You're a lawyer." "You're all crooks." "Mate, don't worry." "I'll put a few feelers out." "Someone will tell us where those clams have put that mouthy little bitch." "So we'll find her." "And it's a deep, dark ocean out there, Brian." "Have a beer." "She'll be right." "Yeah, alright." "I'm busting for a slash." "Yeah, well, just don't get anything on the deck." "My mate's generous with his boat, but very fussy about his deck." "Yeah." "It's nice to have mates, eh?" "Sure is." "Which mouthy little bitch is it, Dennis?" "Joyce?" "Or Kay?" "I'll get you the list, alright?" "Oh." "Oh, shit." "Sorry, mate." "Pissed on your foot." "The Grotto, how can I help you?" "Love." "It's that Brian bloke." "I think he's been..." "What?" "I've got the witness list for my committal." "You know who the prosecution's star is?" "Blondie." "Allison?" "!" "What am I gonna do, Bob?" "Last I heard she was in America." "What if she actually says what she knows?" "What if Terry names me?" "You know, I've got fucking kids, for God's sake." "A lot of ifs there, mate." "If Terry goes to trial." "If Allison says something." "What do I do?" "The fucking narcs and cops are behaving like I've trodden in dog shit." "Keep your head down and keep your bottle." "That last one shouldn't be too hard." "OK?" "Yep." "Great." "Thanks for that." "Brian Alexander just hopped on a plane to London." "Terry!" "How are you?" "I got a reminder of home." "I'm from New Zealand." "Don't suppose we could get a private room, could we?" "Why?" "You wanna have sex with me?" "Yeah." "You're my big Pommy poofter." "Bonky-bonky, bend over..." "Why are you in London, Brian?" "I..." "I just wanted to make sure you were gonna keep us out of it." "You know?" "The charges against me are bullshit." "I'm not worried." "Yeah." "Yeah, me neither." "The girl they've got as a witness against me - she might turn up in your trial too." "What girl?" "Kay Reynolds?" "Not Kay." "Allison." "You've got it wrong." "No, I haven't." "I know Allison." "She would never speak against me." "Yeah, well, what about me?" "You'd better fuck off back to Sydney and find out." "Guard!" "JACQUl:" "Terry had always believed he could buy, kill or charm his way out of anything." "Hearing that Allison was giving evidence against the syndicate hit him hard." "And what could he tell Karen, this 23-year-old solicitor he'd seduced and brought to England?" "She had everything to gain by washing her hands of him and everything to lose by sticking by him." "And if Allison was talking, what about Bob?" "Now there was no more heroin coming from Asia, he knew Bob had to be doing it tough." "What's up, teddy bear?" "What did I do to deserve you, eh?" "You've stuck by me through thick and thin." "Thicker and thicker, in my case." "I love you." "I love you too." "Will you do something for me, then?" "Your prostate's the size of a tennis ball." "I take it in this case size does matter?" "Yeah." "I'm gonna do a blood test." "What, does that involve needles?" "Don't be a fucking wimp." "Is it the big C, Nick?" "Hey, I know what'll cheer you up." "Patient of mine, he's from Lebanon, right?" "He just moved back." "You know what the main export of Lebanon is?" "Body bags?" "Cannabis resin." "High-grade." "The best in the world." "Now, hold still." "Now, this bloke, he's got connections to some growers." "Serious growers." "And they're looking to expand their market into the Antipodes." "All they want is buyers at our end willing to put up the cash and set up an import structure." "Press there." "How much?" "I'll let you know the results." "I've done the maths, Bob." "Big enough load of hash, we're set to retire." "We could add some smack." "Source it in Turkey, bring it overland." "I know a bloke who works on the docks in Tripoli." "Let's do it." "The more, the fucking merrier." "So how big is a big enough load?" "Well, to make it worth our while getting resin all the way from Lebanon, we gotta think really big." "Yeah, sure, sure. 70 kilos?" "80?" "Little bit more." "Five tonnes." "We'll clear $10 million each, Bob." "JACQUl:" "Getting Brian Alexander in front of a judge was the prime goal of the Joint Police Group." "But first a committal hearing had to determine if the case against him was strong enough to proceed to trial." "It is accurate, is it not, that you were never actually present when Clark spoke to Mr Alexander?" "I had never been present, no." "You drove him to an office on the 15th of May." "Yes." "And you say Clark gave the address on Alexander's business card?" "That's right." "Do you remember the card?" "Yes." "Did it have Alexander's name on it?" "It had John Aston Associates, I think." "What we are asking for here are your recollections, not your guesses." "Yes." "When you came to Australia, you were involved with Terry Clark?" "A man you knew was deeply involved with crimes of violence, carrying firearms, dealing in heroin?" "Well, er, I'd fallen in love with the wrong person." "You'd fallen in love with a person who murdered Pommy Harry, yes?" "And who used you as a co-conspirator." "I didn't..." "I am not suggesting that your hand carried the Magnum that fired the bullets into Harry's head, but you did wash out Clark's bloodstained jeans, did you not?" "Some of the people whom you knew were consuming drugs?" "I didn't know those people." "You just said, "I didn't know those people. "" "Yes." "But you did know Pommy Harry extremely well, didn't you?" "I had met Pommy." "It's not the same as knowing him." "So when you said, "I didn't know those people,"" "you didn't mean for us to believe that." "Well, I..." "I should've explained better." "I said that I didn't know them well." "Because to say "I didn't know Pommy Harry"" "would be a lie, wouldn't it?" "I don't understand what you mean." "You don't know what it means to lie." "I know what that is." "JACQUl:" "After five hours of questioning, the magistrate declared Allison was evil." "He called her a despicable opportunist and transparently unreliable." "He deemed her evidence worthless." "And with Allison discredited, the rest of the case had all sorts of problems." "What about the other evidence we've got against Alexander - the diary?" "The $100,000 in his bank he can't account for?" "Magistrate said it could've come from gambling winnings." "She's evil and he gets off." "Wouldn't happen in Victoria." "And it won't at the inquest into the Wilsons' deaths." "Whoo!" "Yeah!" "Whoo-hoo!" "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" "Yeah." "Looks like it's my turn to piss on your foot tonight, mate!" "We will get these bastards." "Indeed we will." "I'm calling the Vic Coroner." "I know he's happy for me to assist him." "And this time I'll be asking why Doug Wilson had Brian Alexander's name in his little black book." "I want to take this pisspot apart." "Priest." "JACQUl:" "More good news came from an unlikely source." "Evening, Prime Minister." "Given the current hoo-ha in the press over these Wilson tapes, we're planning to restructure the Commonwealth Police into a new body" " Federal one " "Federal Police, or some such." "Give you wider powers, greater scope, including the responsibility for tracking narcotics smuggling." "What about the Federal Narcotics Bureau?" "There won't be any need for it, given this new allocation of responsibilities." "And the Bureau's staff?" "I'm sure the heads of the new Australian Federal Police will be able to re-employ some of them." "And, um, as for the others, well, they'll still be customs officers, of course, just no longer directly involved with narcotics, sadly." "JACQUl:" "From more than 200 officers in the Federal Narcotics Bureau, less than half were invited to join the newly-formed Federal Police." "Good morning, John." "Beautiful day." "What's this then, eh?" "A bonus?" "I'm afraid I'm letting you go." "You're giving us a bad name, Brian." "I'm sorry." "Should've listened to your tip, shouldn't I, Bob?" "You'd never go wrong with me, Danny." "Yeah, that's what everyone says." "So, what about this Lebanon deal?" "Paltos know what he's doing?" "Oh, absolutely." "Nick's a man I'd trust with my life." "Oh, here's the master criminal now." "Nick, this is Danny Chubb I was telling you about." "G'day." "G'day." "Can I have a word?" "We're all friends here." "And I love you like a brother, but I need to talk to Bob alone." "Hey, listen, you know that test we did?" "Mmm." "I'm really sorry, Bob." "You've got cancer." "Full-blown prostate cancer." "Right." "Where were we?" "Er, Danny, we were thinking you might be our transport manager." "How would you be at rustling up a couple of semitrailers?" "Job's that big, huh?" "Oh, you must've won big-time, hey?" "I got me, er, test results." "I'm clear." "What?" "No." "Not a spot of cancer in me." "Bobby, that's great." "Here." "Soft-centre or nougat." "And Dr Paltos was sure?" "I mean, what did he say?" "Well, he said we'd be doing it like bunnies for the next 100 years." "Here." "Hold those." "Gotta have a whiz." "Um, they often say that good things come in glass." "The question is how..." "Oh, is it..." "... 'glass'?" "'Glass'." "I thought it was." "But how they get there is an art in itself." "G'day, mate." "I'm here to see Allison Dine." "Miss Dine, do you want some fish and chips?" "How are you going?" "Better than a couple of days ago." "It's good, your evidence." "It's helpful." "It'll certainly be helpful in the Wilson inquest." "The Coroner's set a date." "Now, an inquest is different to a committal." "There'll be no-one out to destroy you this time and Brian won't be there watching." "How well did you know him?" "There's that question again." "Not well." "But he paid your bail." "No, no." "That was Bob." "Bob?" "Bob Jones." "He's the organisation's... um, retail manager, I suppose." "In Australia?" "Well, who is he?" "Just some shifty drunkard?" "No, Bob's harmless." "Everyone's mate." "And he certainly knew a lot of people." "Did he go by any other names?" "I don't think so." "We all just used to call him Aussie Bob." "Bob Trimbole." "Initiated member of the N'Dranghita." "That means the Mafia." "Well, he always called himself Bob Jones when I knew him." "Allison, why didn't you mention him earlier?" "Well, you asked me about couriers and importers." "Bob was more on the distribution side." "You say he put up $2 million for the Australian end of Terry's operation?" "That makes him a major player." "You must have known that." "It's just Bob always seemed sort of harmless." "Bob Trimbole may well have been responsible for the murder of Donald Mackay." "Did he ever mention the name Mackay to you?" "No!" "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mention him sooner." "But I've told you everything I know about him now." "I swear it!" "The Wilson inquest is coming up in a few days." "And your evidence has to be credible, Allison." "You have to be clear and certain." "Can you stand up, under oath, and identify this man as the bloke who introduced Terry Clark to Brian Alexander?" "That's Bob Trimbole." "He was the one." "Another drink, gorgeous?" "When I said a drink, I really meant just a drink." "OK." "Yeah." "Only once." "Oh, here's George." "Georgie." "George Freeman." "George Freeman, I'd like to introduce you to my friend Melanie." "I want you out of here." "Sorry?" "You're into me for over 20 g's, yet you stand here sipping 15-buck-a-glass cognac." "Get out." "Maybe I should leave." "No." "No, please stay." "This is a misunderstanding." "I'm here with my fiancée, Brian." "Let's not have a scene, hey?" "Mate, you know I'm good for it." "Fuck the money!" "Hmm?" "I got regulars here who don't like the kind of publicity that you've been pulling." "Well, I was acquitted." "Ah, fuck!" "You fuck!" "I deserve some respect, George!" "Respect." "You're just a trumped-up unemployed errand boy, Alexander." "Oh, the things I know about you, Freeman." "Murray Farquhar, the cops, the whole fucking lot of you!" "Yeah, I can take you all down." "Oh, look, mate." "You know..." "I'm under a lot of strain." "I" " I-I didn't mean that." "I..." "I would never talk, George." "You know that I w..." "Fuck, mate!" "George!" "Fuck!" "Let go, you fucking prick!" "Get out!" "Sorry, sweetheart." "Shall we order?" "JACQUl:" "Brian Alexander thought he could have it both ways." "He liked being a respectable member of the law fraternity." "But he also liked to mix it with hardened criminals." "And having a foot in both camps meant he wasn't totally trusted by anybody." "Auntie Bess was a nurse and she said you can get treatment for an enlarged prostate." "In Auntie Bess's day, treatment meant slapping a leech on your bum." "You're so rude about my family." "The pills Paltos gave me are doing wonders." "They're painkillers." "They're not gonna make you any better, Bob." "I feel better." "Why would I see more doctors if I'm feeling better?" "What the hell h..." "Morning, all." "I don't suppose the bar's open, Bob?" "No, it isn't!" "I'm sorry." "Sonia's locked me out of my house." "Did Sonia tear your clothes and smear shit all through your hair as well?" "I was in a scuffle." "Who with?" "George Freeman." "Fuck me." "I've been getting shit from every direction in my life." "Work wife you name it." "Then old Freeman kicks me out of his new club for no fucking reason." "Yeah, well, Freeman doesn't need a fucking reason." "Can you talk to him, Bob?" "Please, mate." "People listen to you." "d Tell me, baby, what are you doing?" "d I don't like what you're drinking... d" "Oh, George, George, hey." "How are you going, mate?" "Um, a quick chat?" "Brian Alexander, he's, er, shitting himself." "Wants to apologise about that business the other night." "You can both go fuck yourselves." "d You know stuff which you don't recognise d You just wanna drink beer with the guys d You'd better listen to what I say... d" "What if Trimbole and Clark were partners right from the start?" "We know he deals directly with Freeman," "Alexander, Painters and Dockers in Melbourne, the Italians in Griffith." "Trimbole's not the only well-connected villain on that board." "But he does explain how a two-bit dope dealer like Clark could've hooked into a national distribution network within weeks of arriving in this country." "You think we should actually summons Bob to appear at the Wilson inquest?" "Allison Dine said he is the link between Clark and Alexander." "Let's do it." "Robert Trimbole, John Aston, Brian Alexander." "This, er Alexander bloke - he just got acquitted, didn't he?" "Of conspiracy to pervert justice." "This summons relates to a separate matter." "Mmm." "So Brian's been a busy boy, eh?" "You've heard of the Wilsons - heroin couriers found murdered in Melbourne?" "Mmm." "In Melbourne." "So, all due respect, Inspector, what's this got to do with us?" "I'm a Victorian police officer intending to serve summons on suspected criminals residing in Sydney - your jurisdiction." "I don't know how things are in Victoria, Inspector, but I've got a manpower shortage and I can't spare anyone." "Let me get this clear - you're refusing to provide assistance to a fellow officer?" "This is a matter of basic police protocol." "Well, look, maybe if you come back next week, you know..." "There you go." "Yeah." "Next week you can have Jimbo drive you around all day." "25 years I've been a police officer." "I have never, ever experienced the like of it." "Welcome to sunny Sydney." "Hmm." "Best thing out of Sydney's the road to Melbourne, Dave." "Big night, Brian?" "Fuck off." "Are you Brian William Alexander?" "You know who I am." "Are you Brian William Alexander, yes or no?" "Yes." "Leave the window open next time you kip in the car." "The fumes in there could kill a horse." "d Murder runs through his pumping veins d Twist the grip Cruise state highways d Push the clutch Grind the gear d Drive like a demon Have no fear... d" "Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, madam." "I'm going to have to call you back." "Jesus, Inspector, haven't you got anyone else to pick on?" "Plenty." "I just have more fun picking on you." "d Well, throttle jockey demon is on the go d You can hear him coming Got to go, go, go d Saturday night special d Fire up and chuckle Well, here come the signs... d" "Are you Robert Trimbole?" "No." "I'm Rock Hudson, officer." "In town for the Mardi Gras." "I'll see you at the inquest, Rock." "They've got nothing, alright?" "Nothing!" "Well, we've gotta do something about that Dine bitch!" "Shut her up!" "Wait." "I don't wanna hear this." "Why don't you go round and breathe on her, Brian?" "That'll finish her off." "Well, she's your responsibility, Bob." "I said I don't wanna hear this!" "Shut up, the both of you!" "It's just an inquest." "Into a double murder." "It's being held in Victoria." "I don't give a shit where it is." "The same rules apply as up here." "Never name names, never tell tales and everything else will look after itself." "Bob." "Wait up." "Wait up." "Look, you know... you know I'll do the right thing, right?" "Yeah, my arse you will." "I went to see Freeman." "Asked for a chat." "Just like you wanted." "What did he say?" "Well, it turns out you threatened him." "Said you'd talk." "No, no, no." "I didn't actually do that." "Whatever you fucking said, he got the message." "Now, you're gonna have a shower, you're gonna put on a clean suit and you're gonna front that coroner in Melbourne and say absolutely nothing." "And then we'll worry about hosing Freeman down." "Alright?" "JACQUl:" "Like good, law-abiding citizens," "Bob, Brian and John obeyed their summons and appeared at the inquest." "And saying absolutely nothing proved far easier for Bob and Brian than any of them had imagined." "Calling Robert Trimbole." "Mr Trimbole is present, Your Worship." "However, my client claims the privilege against self-incrimination." "Brian William Alexander." "Mr Alexander is present, Your Worship." "However, he also claims the privilege against self-incrimination." "John Aston." "JACQUl:" "The only drawback with claiming privilege is that some people may think you have something to hide." "Is John Lawrence Aston present?" "And for a lawyer who needs a reputation as a man of good character, that wasn't an option." "Do you swear by almighty God that the evidence you will give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" "So help me, God." "For the record, my name is Detective Inspector Joe Messina and the Coroner has asked me to assist with this inquiry." "Mr Aston, I'd like to ask you some questions concerning Terrence John Clark." "You said in a previous statement you've never met Mr Clark." "To the best of my knowledge, no." "He is a client of yours, is he not?" "No." "We've tabled evidence that shows your practice is nothing more or less than a clearing house for Mr Clark's drug money, while facilitating payments made to corrupt police officers and public officials, all on behalf of Mr Clark," "and you're saying you know nothing of this?" "I've told you." "I haven't even met Mr Clark." "Hmm." "Your Worship, I'm tabling Mr Aston's appointment book, which, when seized by police, had a page torn out." "Forensic testing of the backing page shows the missing page detailed a scheduled appointment between Mr John Aston and a Terry Clark." "No, no." "Wait." "I didn't say that." "I said I didn't remember meeting, er, Mr Clark." "I..." "I may have met him." "I meet with lots of people." "I put it to you, Mr Aston, that just after your meeting with Mr Clark, your firm transferred some funds." "An amount of $264,000, which went into an account held by Mr Clark." "I have the paperwork right here." "JACQUl:" "While John Aston's evasiveness cast a huge shadow over the relationship between his office and the syndicate, the ultimate success of the Wilson inquest hinged on Allison Dine." "If she could hold her nerve," "Brian Alexander and Bob Trimbole would still be in the firing line." "Don't be scared of them." "You're not one of them." "You're standing up and you're telling the truth." "And that's a good thing." "A rare thing." "You were Terry Clark's long-term lover, is that correct?" "Yes, it is." "You worked for him, carried out heroin importations helped process the heroin." "That's right." "Mr Clark also discussed several murders with you." "Gruesome murders." "And yet you never turned him in." "In fact, through most of it, you stayed loyal to him." "Yes." "I did." "Given that history, how do you expect anyone to believe your testimony?" "I wouldn't blame them if they didn't." "I don't think there's any way I can ever work off what I've done." "But I guess maybe any value any value left at all - it's that I can get up here and tell the truth about what happened, help the truth to get out." "So I have to try." "JACQUl:" "For the next two days," "Allison Dine went to town." "And this time, the Coroner described her as a very credible witness." "He found that the Wilsons had been murdered on the orders of Terry Clark and recommended a royal commission into the whole Mr Asia syndicate." "And in this country, no-one can hide from a royal commission." "Bazza has sent you some sangers." "Seems there was a spare one lying about." "Thanks, mate." "Trev, you've been hearing about this Joint Police Group?" "Yeah, a bunch of feds and Victorians sticking their noses into our patch." "We thought you might like to put yourself forward." "I'm sorry, Dennis." "Well, we keep a lid on things in this city, not the fucking feds, alright?" "You've seen enough to know that." "It ain't always by the book, but it works." "Mm-hm." "See, it looks like they're tapping some phones and God knows what else." "Nosey bastards are breathing down our neck." "It makes it harder to do our job." "Yeah, I can see all that." "So Jim and I, we've been having a chat, and we thought you might like to help us out here." "Yeah." "Yeah, sure." "Young bloke like you " "I mean, it's just the sort of guy they're looking for, eh?" "They get a talented police officer, and we rest easy knowing that someone sensible's keeping an eye on what they're doing." "Good boy." "Danny?" "Bob." "How are you, mate?" "Listen, we need to have a word about your latest invoice." "Yeah, well, Paltos needs to understand that my drivers will be taking this shit through three different states." "Well, our costs are blowing out everywhere, mate." "So it's gotta be payable on delivery, not now, OK?" "How long's that gonna be, Bob?" "Well, an import of this size takes a while to organise, Danny." "It's gotta be harvested, packed up, and then we've gotta buy a ship to get it out." "Best part of a year, probably." "The Coroner has recommended a royal commission be convened into the Mr Asia drug syndicate." "You understand what that means?" "Oh, yeah." "Yeah, I'm being persecuted." "You can't say no to a royal commission, Brian." "You refuse to testify, you'll be in contempt." "That means jail." "A lot of blokes inside aren't big fans of lawyers." "A lot of blokes inside aren't big fans of you." "Fuck off." "Just fuck off, OK?" "Sounds like you need a stiff drink." "Oh, I think he's already had a few of those." "What do you think will happen to me if I do testify?" "What do you think will happen to you if you don't?" "You cooperate with us, we can protect you." "Well, you want an answer from me?" "Well, I've already given you one." "Fuck off!" "Inspectors." "Oh, it's great to be on board." "Hey, Trev, you know..." "you know Mobbs, don't you?" "Er, yeah, we met once or twice when I first went upstairs." "Oh, yeah." "Trev's just, um, got the nod." "He starts with us on Monday." "How do your old mates at CIB feel about you working with the feds?" "At the end of the day we're all on the same side." "You say that like you believe it." "I wouldn't be in the job if I didn't." "Well, we do try to put the rivalries aside here." "It's one of the appeals of the unit." "Cheers." "Cheers." "Cheers." "That and the slick cars." "Mmm." "Anyway, I reckon that's why I joined the force." "You know - the brotherhood." "One big blue family, huh?" "Yeah, you know what they say about family." "Can't choose 'em, but you're stuck with 'em for life." "Trimbole knew about the Wilson murders." "He discussed it with Allison Dine." "That's enough to charge him as an accessory." "We do that, we lose the wiretaps." "The taps are only there to gather intelligence." "The intelligence is there so that you can make an arrest." "One arrest." "What we're getting on the tapes could lead to dozens." "You were the one that said we should focus on Trimbole." "Why don't you wanna finish the job?" "We've been listening to his phones for two weeks and already we've found out about a major importation." "Drugs, yes." "I'm talking about homicides." "They're one and the same." "These homicides are a product of the drug trade." "I want Trimbole for the lot." "He's a flight risk, Warwick." "Exactly." "We need to get him in front of the royal commission." "He'll never talk!" "If Bob's on remand, it ups the pressure on Alexander." "And as you said, we all know that jellyfish is one nudge away from blowing the entire rotten state apart." "The level of chatter about the importation is building." "Let's give the tap a couple more days, find out how much they're moving and where it's coming from, then we'll grab Trimbole." "Cheers, Stevo." "Cheers." "Looking edgy, Trevor." "They're bugging the phones." "A lot more of them than we thought." "Yank technology." "The nearest phone's behind that bar, mate." "I" " I don't reckon they can hear us from here." "Just spit it out, mate." "They're gonna move on that Trimbole bloke." "Move how?" "They'll ping him as an accessory and anything else they can cook up just so they can hold him." "When?" "Early next week." "Maybe sooner." "Good lad." "If they're right and it is spreading, what'll I do?" "Well, prostate cancer like yours is driven by testosterone." "The preferred way of arresting its spread is orchidectomy." "Orchid-fucking-what?" "Surgical removal of the testes." "You wanna cut my balls off?" "It's likely that's what they're gonna recommend." "Fucking Jesus." "You wanna call Ann-Marie?" "No, she doesn't know I'm here." "I knew a bloke, they told him he had six months." "Decided to go out with a bang." "Sold up everything he owned, left his wife and went travelling in the West Indies." "Six months later he was feeling better than ever so he called his quack - no offence - and the quack admits they'd fucked the tests up." "Wasn't a thing wrong with him - apart from the fact that he was broke, stuck in Guyana and his wife wasn't returning his calls." "Sometimes we make mistakes." "Could call it a mistake." "On the other hand, he had a bloody good six months." "d Hey, hey, hey!" "d Life is the same And it always will be d Hey, hey, hey!" "d Easy as picking foxes from a tree d Hey, hey, hey!" "d But I can't get no satisfaction All I want is easy action... d" "Alright!" "Thank you!" "Thank you!" "You're all drinking my booze so you can all shut up and let me talk." "Now, some of you might've wondered why I'm throwing a party, particularly given the, er, negative reportage that's been written in the papers about me recently." "It's all lies, officer!" "Yeah, yeah." "Well, it is a bunch of bloody lies!" "And that's why I'm chucking a party - to stick a finger up at 'em!" "And they keep coming at me, cooking up new outrages that Bob Trimbole supposedly committed." "But they can't make any of it stick!" "I'm untouchable, unchargeable, and I'm here to stay!" "Just don't mention the word orchid to me ever again and you and me will be alright." "You're drinking champagne?" "Well, you're always telling me I'm in a rut, so here I am rut-free!" "Bob, is there something you're not telling me?" "Yeah." "There is something I need to tell you." "You are the most beautiful girl in the room." "Come on." "Dance with me." "d I don't know d If you think they would be cool d Shoo-bee doo-wah d And when I think about the things I wanna say d Whoa-oh, oh, oh... d" "Go, Bob!" "I heard you've got a job on, Bob." "I" " I thought maybe I could get onto it too." "Sorry, mate." "It's all been quiet ever since that shit with Terry went over." "What?" "I'm looking at a fucking bottle shop job." "Five dollars an hour." "That cash in hand?" "How often have I helped you, Bob?" "And every time, I paid top dollar for the privilege." "Anyhow, I've already said, it's quiet." "You're a lying wog." "I know you've got something cooking with Paltos." "You get out of here." "Come on!" "Out!" "I'm sorry, Bob." "I..." "I didn't mean that." "I don..." "How many times you gonna use that excuse?" "My wife has taken my kids to Canberra." "I owe George Freeman 20 grand." "And now this royal commission business." "I wish I could kill myself." "But I'm a bloody Catholic." "Watch what you wish for." "There are a few blokes who'd be happy to make that one come true." "I just need to work, mate." "I just need to earn." "You wanna eat?" "On the house." "Anything you want." "But when you leave, you don't come back here." "Ever." "Get your hands off me!" "George, you owe me!" "George, you owe me, George." "I need to speak to you, Freeman!" "Calm down!" "George, after all I've done for you!" "George!" "Out you go." "Out you go!" "Come on, mate." "Out we go." "Let me go." "I wanna speak to Freeman!" "Fair enough." "So they're closing in again, are they?" "Yeah." "What have you heard?" "We heard the feds are gonna make a move." "Trimbole's gone." "Same with Alexander." "Surprised it took 'em so bloody long." "Bob's a good fella." "I mean, he has his limits, but you give him fair warning, he'll do the right thing." "Alexander's another story." "Oh, I think we can handle Brian." "Royal commission." "Bloody hell." "They're pressing me, mate." "I don't wanna talk." "I know things that could hurt a lot of people." "But if they won't help me, then what the fuck am I supposed to do?" "That's a hard one." "Well, is there something that can be done?" "Uh..." "Maybe Dennis could put the feelers out to this Messina prick and call him off." "Brian, Messina's got a rod so far up his arse you can see it when he yawns." "There must be someone down in Victoria that wants to do some business." "Have you got any money?" "Yeah, I could borrow some from my cousin." "Maybe 20, 30." "OK." "I'll have a little chat with Dennis, just see what he can turn up." "Thank you, mate." "I'm fucking dying here," "I really am." "Hello." "Bob, it's me, Nick." "Oh, g'day, mate." "How'd you pull up?" "Listen, I got word from George." "He reckons the heat's on you for that business down south." "Oh, I..." "I knew they were sniffing around." "More than sniffing." "I can't say where he got this from, but it's reliable." "They're gonna move on you." "Soon." "We talking about next week, or?" "Soon, mate." "Very soon." "Alright." "I'll get back to you." "I'll make some inquiries." "Liz." "Switch it to speaker." "Hello." "Mate, I've got some news." "Don't tell me, Jim - the feds are onto me." "You're not half bloody wrong." "That's Jim Egan." "How long do you reckon I've got?" "Well, from what I hear, they're overdue now." "OK." "Thanks." "Trimbole's just been tipped off!" "Phone's running hot out there." "I've gotta go leave the country." "Right now?" "Well, y... you know how I've had m-money problems?" "Well, they're a lot worse than I let on." "A lot worse." "So to get away from some bad debts you're leaving me?" "No, love." "I'd be more of a fool than I am to leave you." "I just need to make myself scarce for a bit, that's all." "Well, how long's a bit?" "Well, w-we'll see, eh?" "Oh." "All you ever do is work." "You ought to be glad to see the back of me." "Well, if I'd known, I would've packed you some things." "I mean, what about your script?" "Have you still got those pills left?" "They're just painkillers." "You're right, love." "I've got cancer." "I know that, you fool." "I want a PASS alert on the names Robert Trimbole," "Jones, anything else we know he uses." "I'm onto it." "Do you want me to ring Inspector Messina?" "It was my call to hold off." "I'll tell him." "JACQUl:" "With no time to make plans," "Aussie Bob was stuck with having to travel on his own real passport." "And he knew that unless he could think of a small, simple way of fooling the customs computer, he was snookered." "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." "Flight 5550..." "Nice day to be flying on an aeroplane." "JACQUl:" "And that was all it took." "Er, hello." "Jim." "I got a message to call you." "Yeah, mate." "Look, I had that little chat with Dennis." "And he reckons he can help you out." "Fair dinkum?" "I was that pissed the other day," "I didn't know if you meant business or not." "Oh, bloody oath, I did." "How'd you go getting that money?" "Yeah, I got 10." "You know, if that's not enough, maybe we should just forget the whole thing." "No, no, no, no, no." "We'll sort that out later." "You are..." "You just stay where you are." "We'll come get you." "I don't want to cause any trouble, you know?" "Mate, no trouble." "Just have a beer, relax and, er, whatever you do, don't talk to anyone." "Alright?" "Alright?" "Yeah, alright." "Soni, it's me." "Soni?" "Why are you calling me?" "I just wanted to hear your voice." "I've asked you not to call." "Yeah..." "I know, but, er..." "I'm all alone down here." "Could you put the kids on, please?" "You're drunk." "No, I'm not." "Soni, please." "I just wanna hear their voices." "I'm sorry, but it's better that I don't." "Jesus Christ." "It's so much to ask, isn't it?" "I've lost fucking everything!" "I just wanna talk to my children." "Sure you don't want a drink?" "Bazza's mate has a very sophisticated bar." "Stubbies, cans or longnecks." "No." "So Jim told me about the little chat you had." "Bugger of a thing, that royal commission, eh?" "Oh, yeah, but I'm not gonna say anything, Dennis, I swear it." "You know, they can lock me up." "I don't give a shit." "That's not what you told me." "I was pissed." "Exactly." "See, that's the fucking problem, Brian." "You're a fucking pisspot with a big mouth." "Dennis, please." "Come on." "Hey, hey." "I thought we agreed." "No guns." "No blood on the deck." "Let me go." "Let me go." "Look, look" " I got 10 grand here." "You can have all that." "It's yours." "It's nothing personal, OK?" "I don't like you, it's true, but that's not why I'm doing you." "You're just a bloody liability." "Brian, just stand still, mate." "You're making me seasick." "Gah..." "Alright!" "Fuck!" "Fucking get it over with!" "No, no, no, no." "There's no shooting, mate." "Gonna have to fill out a report if we fire police arms." "What the fuck?" "No, no, no, no!" "Do me clean, man." "Shoot me." "Shoot me!" "I won't show." "I swear it!" "Wait!" "Fuck off!" "Fucking... get..." "No!" "Be a man, Brian!" "No!" "Be a man!" "Jesus fucking..." "Fucking..." "No!" "No!" "Dennis!" "Dennis!" "D..." "Don't fucking throw me!" "You fuckers!" "Don't!" "Jesus, hit him over the fucking head or something." "I'm not returning this boat with blood on the deck." "Fucking hold him still then!" "Jesus!" "Please, Dennis!" "Fuck!" "I'm trying to fuck..." "Come on!" "OK, boys, chuck it over!" "Arggh!" "Arggh!" "You sure?" "As it was in the beginning, now and forever shall be..." "Glory be to the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit." "As it was in the beginning, now and forever shall be." "Oh, fuck!" "Fucking hell." "It's funny, eh?" "I never thought he'd be so religious." "Who wants a beer?"