"Number four Chinese White heroin - best in the world." "TRIMBOLE:" "How you gonna bring it into the country?" "Bullet casings." "Blood spray." "These look like drag marks." "Looks like murder, boss." "Murder requires a body, Warwick." "You're never going to solve this, are you?" "I won't stop till I get them." "I don't care how long it takes." "TRIMBOLE:" "Well, he's got to be planning to undercut us, otherwise you wouldn't have kept it a secret." "I'll handle Greg." "WOMAN:" "I missed my period." "You're going to be a good dad, Terry." "SONG: # It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there. #" "NARRATOR:" "Australia was invaded twice in the '70s." "First by heroin..." "..then New Zealanders." "Sometimes they even came together, but usually the Kiwis who crossed the ditch were just here for a good time." "Is that Bondi?" "Let's go for a swim, eh?" "Feel that warm Sydney sun." "Let..." "Hey, blood, how you going?" "Nah, we just arrived." "My girlfriend, Allison." "I told you, she's moving over here." "She's cool, I promise." "Yeah." "Yeah, sure." "Um..." "Terry's coming over." "ALLISON:" "Your boss?" "How come?" "No, I've just got something of his." "You must be Allison." "Allison from Rotorua." "All done, bro." "You should throw a party, mate." "Introduce Allison to the gang." "Us Kiwis have to stick together." "That was Terry." "Shirley." "How you going, love?" "NARRATOR:" "Another thing about Australia in the '70s - gambling was illegal," "SP bookmaking, two-up schools, casinos, all strictly forbidden by law." "Not that acts of parliament ever seriously impeded Aussie punters keen for a flutter." "They were bees to a money pot." "Guys." "G'day, Bobby." "Who are you, mate?" "Police." "Who are you?" "Detective Senior Constable Warwick Mobbs." "Why are you following Bob Trimbole?" "Who are you?" "WARWICK MOBBS:" "I came across Trimbole in a case out west." "The Don Mackay disappearance?" "Yeah, his 'disappearance'." "Trimbole is involved in Mackay's murder somewhere along the line." "I want to get him into a witness box." "Permissible?" "In fact, I think it'll help us both." "See you later on." "Take care." "INSPECTOR PRIEST:" "Our brief isn't solving murders." "We're interested in the framers of this world, the big profit-takers in organised crime." "Georgie!" "Dennis, Good to see you." "We want to know how they make their money, who their big clients are, who they've compromised and why they're allowed to operate so openly." "Don't let these boys fleece you, alright?" "Those are the questions we have to answer and we need a bright young man to help us build a picture of Freeman and his network." "And you'll help me get Trimbole?" "As far as we're concerned, Bob Trimbole's a mid-level go-between with a gambling problem." "But I'm hoping we can help each other." "The more dirt we get on the major players Trimbole rubs shoulders with, the more likely you'll find someone to cut a deal, give you his head on a platter." "Can't take a trick tonight, can you, mate?" "Yeah." "Luck of the Irish, Brian." "So, what do you want to talk to me about?" "Narcs have issued a standardised description of heroin couriers." "Blokes in their 30s, casually dressed, a bit hard-looking, travelling by air to and from Asia several times in six months, never staying more than a week each time." "Hats off inside, Robert." "Oh." "George." "You right?" "You winning back what you owe me, huh?" "Yeah." "Trying to, mate." "You think the place is rigged sometimes. (LAUGHS)" "(CHUCKLES)" "TERRY:" "If the narcs are targetting blokes with records... ..we'll use cleanskins as carriers from now on." "Mate, the cleanskin would be shitting his daks before he even got off the plane." "He'd be pulled straightaway." "Not if you pick the right bloke." "A carrier with form stays cool under pressure." "Done a run yourself, have you, Bob?" "Didn't think so." "It's a lot easier to stay cool if you don't have "dodgy as fuckery" tattooed on your forehead, if you look like you belong in the respectable middle-class, not Long Bay." "This is not your field." "I handle import-export." "Got it?" "Pardon me for breathing'." "How much stock have we got left?" "A kilo for outstanding orders in NZ." "Well, let's shop it there, then." "Make hay while the sun shiney-shines." "('EAGLE ROCK' PLAYS)" "I suppose you've got somebody from the respectable middle-class in mind, have you?" "(LOUD CHATTER, 'EAGLE ROCK' CONTINUES PLAYING)" "Oh!" "(SQUEALS) I'm so sorry." "No worries." "You and Terry must be excited." "You've been together a while?" "Uh, fair while, yeah." "Terry runs a furniture importing business, doesn't he?" "Yeah." "What sort of furniture?" "Sorry, I have to pee." "Would you like to dance?" "WOMAN:" "What does he want us to do?" "We take it." "We deliver it." "We bring back the cash." "Well, how much is he going to pay us?" "Hey." "Allison, isn't it?" "Great party." "Do you guys want a coffee?" "Oh, no." "We've got to go, don't we, Izzy?" "Got to pack." "IZZY:" "Yeah." "Where are you off to?" "Just back home for a bit." "Yeah. 'Bye." "TERRY:" "One-of-a-kind view, isn't it?" "Be a heck of a challenge to paint... ..getting the light right in the water." "Are you an artist?" "When I have time." "Wayne tells me you're a kindy teacher." "What brings you to Sydney?" "My..." "My mum passed away recently." "(SNIFFLES) Leukaemia." "I'm sorry." "I nursed her." "You must be very brave." "No..." "Anyway..." "Here I am, ready for a bit of fun." "Here's hoping." "NARRATOR:" "Terry Clark, as it turned out, had much more in common with Bob Trimbole than their shared interest in the heroin business." "Like Aussie Bob, Kiwi Terry had a kind of genius for corrupting people." "(MOANS)" "(GRUNTS)" "Wayne?" "Huh?" "Nothing. 'Night." "(GRUNTS)" "Oh, for fuck's sake!" "30-love, Tez." "(GRUNTS) 40-love." "I can fucking count." "How's my form, baby?" "ALLISON:" "Looking good." "Let's go, Romeo." "(SQUEALS)" "ALLISON:" "You played really well." "Good match, mate." "You right to drop that stuff off?" "Yeah, sure." "Just got to drop Allison back in Bondi." "Oh, mate, you'll be half the day in traffic." "I'll drop her off." "I'll just take her... (INSISTENTLY) I'll drop her off." "See you later, baby." "'Bye." "See you, Wayno." "Doug and Isabel are just back from Auckland." "Gonna have lunch with them." "Do you want to come?" "I'd love to." "Wayne won't mind?" "He knows I'm sick of being alone in that flat." "DOUG:" "Take my wife, take my wife." "ALLISON:" "No, he wants it." "That's really fucking good..." "Excuse me." "What do you feel like?" "There's gin." "So what about impressionism?" "Monet, Manet, Degas?" "Impressionism is old-world, man." "It's done." "Yesterday." "It's a new world for art, Tel." "Abstraction, modernism, pop art." "People want stuff that says something about the here and now." "That's beautiful." "Oh, thank you." "Yeah, Doug just got it for me." "In Auckland?" "Yeah." "You were working there for Terry, weren't you?" "That's really good." "Er, yeah." "Well, it must pay well, whatever you were doing." "(GIGGLES)" "Hope you had fun today." "Oh, I did." "I did too." "Um..." "TERRY:" "Look at you." "Look at your little mouth." "Who do you think he looks like?" "(LAUGHS) Well, he's got your eyes." "WAYNE:" "OK, here we go." "Now, pina colada for the new mum?" "Oh, you'd prefer a daiquiri, wouldn't you, Maria?" "Sure." "Hello." "Thanks, mate." "Oh..." "Ooh!" "You upset?" "You've all got a secret." "You reckon?" "Have a guess, then." "Well, it could be anything." "Your job - imports, exports..." "So, what does that mean?" "I import a product." "I export some of it." "Sounds like you're a drug smuggler." "Oh, God, I'm sorry." "I..." "Are you?" "You're the boss." "Mr Big." "Mr Asia." "I'm the boss, maybe." "But if there's a Mr Asia, it's my partner Marty in Singapore." "You're so clever." "Shit." "Shit, shit, shit, shit." "Forget it." "Forget I said anything." "Forget me." "Why?" "It's dangerous." "Wrong for you." "You can't be a part of it." "What if I choose to be?" "You're a kindergarten teacher from Rotorua." "Allison, you are not a part of my world." "I can be." "Let me be." "You're carrying AU$25,000 for Marty in Singapore." "Is it for drugs?" "For our next shipment." "If you don't get through, I'm in all sorts of trouble." "Well, I thought some in this with my make-up on top and then the rest under my undies." "That's good." "When you were little, what was the name of your imaginary friend?" "How did you know I had one?" "Lisa Ann." "Thank you." "At Singapore Airport, try and relax." "They'll be looking for anyone acting oddly, acting guilty." "You've got nothing to feel guilty about." "You've got nothing to fear." "You're only carrying money." "You're not going to go to jail." "(LAUGHS) It's not like you're hurting anyone." "Come with me." "Come with me." "Righto, pal." "Right, right." "We're OK." "Lisa?" "Right." "Terry said you were a right bonny lass." "And for once, he weren't fucking with me." "(LAUGHS) I'll take those." "Here." "I'll take those for you." "Come on." "This way." "How was your flight?" "Uh, it was alright." "It was OK?" "Good." "MAN:" "Righto, we've got number 15 at, uh, Caulfield." "What are we giving at Caulfield?" "MAN:" "G'day, mate." "Ralph Laurie." "How'd you go, Ralph?" "Nag's still running." "Better luck next time." "(BOOKIES CHATTER)" "(PHONES RING)" "('HIT AND RUN' BY JO JO ZEP  THE FALCONS PLAYS)" "MAN:" "Georgie!" "Yeah?" "G'day, Mr Freeman." "Thanks, Mr Freeman." "MAN:" "So it went straight to George's." "Did not pass 'Go', did not collect $200." "There must have been tens of thousands in those bags." "Protection money for the SP den." "George is a busy man." "Got people to pay and pay off." "Bent cops, dodgy lawyers, Telecom executives..." "Money can't buy him love but it's pretty good for everything else." "I know you Commonwealth cops are all about the big picture and not making arrests." "But we've got a chance here to stop corruption before it gets even more entrenched." "Stop Freeman from buying even more political favours." "You know?" "Take away his protection." "You want to make this official?" "Half the coppers in the state are on Freeman's books." "You'd have to take any report pretty high to be sure you're safe." "Well, then, I'll aim high." "I'll take it right to the top." "Whoo!" "(SIGHS)" "This one." "Oh, really?" "That's the lounge room." "Yeah." "(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)" "WOMAN:" "Have a good day." "See you later." "Next, please." "Anything to declare?" "Oh, that you're a bit of a bunny." "Like to check out your burrow." "Bet it's nice and furry." "Come on, Tinkerbell, how about you show me yours and I'll show you mine, eh?" "For you, lover, I'll go the whole way." "NARRATOR:" "Pommy Lewis had smuggled kilos of heroin into Australia for Terry Clark without a hitch." "So you'd have to say it was cruel justice that, when he did get caught, it was for 10 lousy grams of cannabis." "Jack Smith, Federal Narcotics Bureau." "What's your name, sweetheart?" "We done the internal search yet, Sandra?" "No." "Where's my gloves?" "Thank you." "But Clark needed Pommy operational, so he asked Brian Alexander to call in another New South Wales institution in the '70s - bail for sale." "Slip the right coppers the right amount and you were free to go." "How about two grand?" "I'm surprised at you, Brian." "I mean, the man had 10 grams of a serious narcotic substance." "Where was it?" "Secreted in his underwear. (LAUGHS) Four grand." "Hang on, hang on." "Our boys will need a drink out of it too." "Better make it six." "Six fucking grand?" "Good point, Jack." "I'm in a fucking police station and I'm getting fucking robbed." "Six grand it is, and by the time it gets to court," "I'll have forgotten I saw the hippie prick." "Mmm." "Peace, man." "We need the next load in from Singapore." "I need the bloody moolah." "We don't need our courier arrested." "Pommy's safe as houses." "BRIAN:" "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" "(IMITATES GUNSHOT)" "(IMITATES GUNSHOTS)" "Leaving me on a retainer was the smartest move you've ever made, mate." "Federal Narcotics Bureau have opened a file on you." "No, they haven't." "I saw it with my own eyes." "Your real name" " Terence John Clark." "Pommy fell apart under the pressure." "Fuck!" "(VOICE REVERBERATES)" "POMMY:" "I thought you said he wasn't mad with me." "Pom, he's not." "He's worried about you." "Baby, have you seen my 'Gemstone Quarterly'?" "Terry's spoken to a lawyer." "You could get five years for 10 grams." "Skipping bail is your only option." "He's just going to drive me to Queensland for a boat, right?" "Get on board, you get sailed to Jakarta or Suva." "One of those." "He's here." "You got it!" "$29,000." "Car phone and all." "Moving up in the world, Tel?" "Thought it was time I treated myself." "You set to run things in Auckland for a bit?" "Couple of weeks?" "Uh, maybe Doug would be better." "No." "Wayne, you're my man." "You're the only one I trust." "You'd better call a taxi." "Don't want to miss your flight." "Yeah." "OK." "See you, Pom." "Hop in." "Sunshine State and freedom, here we come, eh?" "Terry, mate, I don't want to put you out." "I'll get a bus." "I gotta run the engine in." "You're doing me a favour." "Hop in." "Here we go, Harry." "Whoo!" "(GASPS) Oh, you're back so soon." "Are you alright?" "He's dead." "What?" "I shot him." "He pulled a gun on me." "He was weird as soon as we left Sydney." "Was talking about money." "Reckoned I owed him." "He pulled a gun on me and started screaming at me to pull over." "He was going to kill me." "If I hadn't got the gun, if I hadn't stopped him... ..he'd have shot me." "He'd have shot me." "(EXHALES SHARPLY)" "And all I could think about was you." "(CRIES)" "Terry?" "Thought he was my friend." "Everyone lets you down in the end." "I won't." "Let me be with you whenever you can." "(LAUGHS)" "I wanna be with you all the time." "We could..." "No, we couldn't." "What?" "I got..." "I gotta..." "I gotta go to Singapore." "Pommy was gonna come, pick up a shipment." "An important one." "Well, I'll do it." "I'll do his run." "It isn't money you'd be carrying this time." "It's heroin." "MAN:" "You ready?" "Great." "Yeah, that's good." "Yeah, OK." "Take a deep breath." "That's it." "Very good." "That is perfect." "Look at that." "Does it hurt?" "No." "(TAPES BAGS ON)" "Twenty 200g bags." "Wouldn't have thought that much would fit, hey, Tel?" "Right, let's get that shirt on." "Andy." "I'd rather be taking this OFF you." "Got a ticket." "Who got the window seat?" "We're not sitting together." "It's safer, travelling separately." "I'll watch you through Customs." "You'll be fine." "Just remember the plan." "Relax." "You have nothing to feel guilty about." "It's not as if anyone's getting hurt." "NARRATOR:" "If she was caught with heroin in Singapore," "Allison faced the death penalty." "(PLANE TAKES OFF)" "WOMAN:" "Anything to declare?" "WOMAN:" "No, thanks." "NARRATOR:" "Of course, we don't have capital punishment in Australia, but trafficking four kilos of 95% pure Chinese White, that was way outside bail for sale." "It would've been 12 years, minimum." "CUSTOMS OFFICER:" "Anything you'd like to declare?" "(PANTS)" "CUSTOMS OFFICER 2:" "Next." "G'day." "Hi." "Anything to declare?" "It's bloody good to be home." "(LAUGHS) Well, you have yourself a good day." "Thanks, love." "See you." "Next." "Hi." "How are you today?" "Anything to declare?" "Have a good day." "MAN:" "Cheers." "Next." "Anything to declare?" "I did it!" "You did!" "Oh, my God!" "I did it!" "How much is it worth?" "Millions." "Millions?" "And I brought it in." "Do you want your pay?" "Have that." "(LAUGHS)" "Have that." "(SQUEALS)" "Want some more?" "Darling." "Hope your luck's in tonight, George." "You too, Robert." "It well and truly turned." "How do you like this bag of fruit?" "Pretty spiffy, huh?" "Very smart, mate." "Your fly's undone." "90 grand on the button." "You wanna count it?" "I trust you, Robert." "Oh, you heard about that uppity little copper who done that report on you?" "Shows us who the good guys are, huh?" "MAN:" "Freeman controls virtually all the illegal gambling on the east coast." "He controls his organised crime network with hired muscle, he has a reputation for ruthlessness and with small and large pay-offs, some of which I believe go to certain CIB detectives." "Very impressive, Senior." "Thank you, sir." "But let's be realistic." "This rocks a lot of boats." "And some people won't welcome getting splashed." "I want to make certain it's not stuck in someone's bottom drawer." "And that means arrests." "Think it's time we made some." "Yes, sir." "Go." "Police!" "Don't move!" "Yes, Minister." "Fully investigated." "If SP bookmaking operated from there," "Division 21 found no evidence of it." "The rest of the report " "I'm afraid the bulk of allegations have proved baseless." "Yes, Minister." "Fully investigated." "Detective Mobbs should be rewarded for his initiative and commitment." "A promotion?" "I can think of a station in need of a bright young bloke like him." "MAN:" "Wagga?" "Yeah, my thoughts exactly." "And you should hear my wife's." "That must've been some report." "Well, I can't make a fuss." "I'll lose my job." "See you, Greg." "Look, anyway, thanks." "Bide your time." "We'll get the bastards." "Yeah, I don't think that's the way the world works, Inspector." "(CHATTER)" "It wasn't working for us, Wayne." "You're really into your gemology." "We were growing apart." "You and Terry?" "Hey, I want us to be friends." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Sure." "You're doing good work." "Yeah, well, I live to serve my master." "I know you and Isabel are using." "Yeah, but...we've got it under control, Tel." "I mean, we're not addicts or anything." "Course not." "Too smart for that." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Absolutely." "Just rest and recreation." "Oh, yeah." "Interested in increasing your workload?" "Sure." "It'd mean crossing the ditch permanently." "Set up home here." "Yeah." "Yeah, sure, mate." "Sounds great." "How much?" "Yeah." "400 a week." "Plus enough gear for the two of you to enjoy your...rest and recreation." "Terry says you're a really great courier, eh?" "A natural." "Did you, uh... ..you hear about Pommy?" "To think he'd betray Terry like that." "Yeah, but...what about Terry?" "I mean, it's a guy he's known for years." "Pommy was gonna kill him." "(LAUGHS)" "What?" "Terry told Doug that he pretended that the Jag broke down." "Look at the distributor." "What, this thing?" "Yeah." "Then he blew the back of Pommy's head off." "(FIRES TWO BULLETS)" "And then...he got a shovel." "And he just..." "(MOANS)" "Doug reckons that...that Terry must have, like, a split personality to do something so savage." "(MUTTERS ANGRILY)" "No, he doesn't." "And I don't know what Doug heard, but Terry was just protecting himself, protecting all of us." "And we should be grateful to him." "Oh, no." "I am." "I mean, Allison, you're not..." "I mean, you're not gonna say anything to Terry, are you?" "MAN:" "Just the one, is it, Wayne?" "No." "No, make it two of them." "('AM I EVER GONNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN?" "' BY THE ANGELS PLAYS)" "(MOANS)"