"You're too pretty and too small to be the toughest." "But you're smart enough to be the smartest." "Strikeforce Lancer has been set up to investigate organised crime in Kings Cross." "This is part of your war with DK?" "For control of the drug trade?" "I don't deal drugs." "I don't have anything to do with drugs." "If any one of you do anything like this again, I break your legs." "I tell you, we should knock him." "We're thinking of going into business for ourselves." "Your old business." "Yeah, like I said, sir, I'm not doing anything like that anymore." "This is the rooster I'd like to pluck." "So you want me to do a Mata Hari?" "Find out his darkest secrets?" "Bloody morons!" "They are looking at us, all of us." "Even if they're not, you gotta assume they are." "How does it feel?" "To have Jim Egan's blood on your hands, hmm?" "I understand you used to work as a prostitute." "In your police application, you've made no mention of prostitution." "Guess I misread the form." "You're sending me to Adelaide to work in a brothel?" "!" "It's your only qualification." "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there. #" "Did you shoot DK?" "Where were you?" "I was at the Cross all night." "Where were you?" "Where was Kiwi Steve?" "Likewise." "Come on." "Don't tell me you didn't have a good motive." "Well, don't we all, mate?" "Don't you?" "No-one as good as you." "Oh." "OK." "Yeah." "You outlasted George, Lennie, Billy Bayeh, Benny Kassab, all the bent cops." "The only one left was DK, your last headache." "So who's standing in your way now, John?" "Whoever shot him, Joe." "Hey, John." "Everything OK?" "We done?" "Mmm." " Any news?" " Nobody's got a clue, bro." "You talk to any of the street runners?" "The usual..." "numb nuts up the street, you know?" "Yeah, and?" "Who do they think it was?" "What, they think it's John Ibrahim?" "!" "Either him or Kiwi Steve." "They reckon they're behind it and they're shitting themselves." "They reckon they step foot in the Cross, Johnny's boys will not be happy." "They still selling gear?" "No." "They're on the toilet, shitting themselves." "Can you believe that?" "First we knock DK, now we gotta do Ibrahim." "What?" "!" "Well, either him or Kiwi Steve." "One of the two." "We gotta do someone up the top." "And Hammer's inside." "Thank fucking Christ." "No, don't you think we ought to take it easy for a couple of months?" "Fuck!" "Adam, don't you get it?" "Do you want the big prize or not?" "We've got to show all our runners we're as tough as DK." "We got to get everyone thinking it was someone else that knocked him." "Do you want all his brothers, all his cousins, all his friends thinking it was us?" "What about the cops?" "The cops?" "!" "What cops?" "He's worried about the cops." "They couldn't solve a crossword puzzle." "Come on." "You guys ready?" "We gotta go." "What for?" "Nicole." "We gotta go around to DK's place." "We gotta go, Doc." "It's gonna look weird if we don't show." "Let's show, Doc." "I ain't got to do nothing." "I'm not going to stand there watching people cry." "Who wants that shit?" "I hate that shit." "You guys go." "I'm not going." "Hey, but you tell them if they want us to get back for DK, we need more guns." "Look, I would just like to take this opportunity to assure the people of NSW that we will leave no stone unturned in the pursuit of these criminals." "But it's true, isn't it, Chief Inspector Hillier, that without all those smart old coppers around, our police force no longer has the manpower or the experience to mount this sort of an investigation?" "Well..." "Well, Caroline," "I think our actions will speak louder than words." "Any forensic evidence?" "Nothing from the scene of DK's murder points to anybody." "Nothing?" "Look, we just need any physical evidence, alright?" "A match on the casings, some fingerprints on the car, just something, so we can get warrants and put surveillance on these guys." "Another journo wanting an update, boss." "Right." "Yeah." "Just put them through, Sean." "What's that?" "Four this week?" "Sound Bite Sid, we ought to call him." "What this town needs is a good dose of discipline." "And soon." "So!" "The hunt is on for a new police commissioner." "And some influential people who advise the premier still look to me for advice in these matters." "And I'm looking to you." "Because I need somebody hard but clean." "OK." "So you just tell me who's on your list and I will tell you whether the royal commission found any dirt on them." "No." "No, no, no." "You're here because you're ON the list." "We've got it down to three of you, to be exact." "Now, we'll be looking at everything." "We can't afford any nasty surprises here." "It didn't take Gerry long to identify her rivals." "Sid Hillier, she thought, probably didn't have anything in his past that could lead to a nasty surprise." "And Dennis Kelly, she knew, would make damn sure everything in his past was well and truly dead and buried." "Which it already was." "Almost." "Those coppers on that royal commission thought they were Christian missionaries reforming darkest Africa." "They were servants of Satan, mate..." "they didn't know it." "If I was my own PR manager," "I'd say 25 years in the front line has taught me how to manage people... on all levels." "The police are safe, society..." "I'm on the job 24/7." "Gerry Lloyd's a... day-to-day cop." "And come six o'clock, mate, she'll drop her panties for anyone she fancies." "How much do you want this, Dennis?" "I'd kill for it, Ken." "Figuratively speaking." "Dennis never was sure how much Kim Hollingsworth had heard about him from Jim Egan and Eddie Gould." "But now was not the time to ask." "It was the time for action." "Some of Kim's co-workers were also drug dealers." "And Dennis knew that a word in the right ear would see the brothel raided." "And if Kim's history became known to them, they would almost certainly save him the trouble of shutting her up." "What?" "I'm actually a former undercover cop who worked for the royal commission in NSW." "Oh, shit!" "Here's my ID." "If those girls find out what I did, they're gonna think that's why I'm here, and I'm dead." "Do they know where you live?" "Yeah." "Please help me." "Alright, I'm going to forget I ever saw you." "Just go home now, pack whatever you can." "Just get out of Adelaide, right?" "Go." "Now." "Melissa, it's me." "You there?" "Hi." "Can you just hold her for a sec?" "I just gotta get the stove." "Um, when did this happen?" "A few months ago, I guess." "Her name's Sasha." "Uh!" "Let me get that." "Thanks for telling me." "Your timing is great, by the way." "We're heading up north in a couple of days." "So you can have the place as long as you like." "You sure you should have come back?" "I have to make things right." "What they did was wrong, Melissa." "It was illegal and corrupt, and I want people to see that." "How?" "I'm going to sue... the NSW Police Force, for unfair dismissal." "Oh!" "God, you're a sucker for punishment." "Well, it was." "Come here." "It's good to see you, Kimmy." "You're such a crazy bitch." "Did you tell him it was Ibrahim?" "Yep." "And two of DK's cousins got us these." "Ma-a-an!" "By the end of the week, we are gonna own this city." "You know, they reckon Billy Bayeh was bringing in 100 grand per night when he was king." "That'll be us, men." "That'll be us." "Do you think this is a good idea, taking out Ibrahim?" "It's not gonna be as easy as it sounds, I know." "He's mad." "So soon after DK." "What if the cops are watching us?" "Shh!" "What?" "You gonna tell Doc he's mad?" "Hey, Ads." "Take this." "We'll sort you with a.45. I love that gun." "Wassi's gonna take his nine-mil and his 3.57." "Rabs?" "You got the other two." "You still got that.45?" "Bring it later on, yeah?" "Saturday night... we do him." "Word's all over the street." "DK's boys have more firepower than the Russian army and they are coming looking for you and Kiwi Steve." "Oh, right." "And what are you guys gonna do about it?" "You could have talked to us." "What?" "What can I tell you?" "You're the one telling me there's guys out there after me." "You talk to us, we can do something." "You know?" "Half a dozen clubs up here couldn't afford to give you a look-in while they still had DK to pay." "Talk about Charlie's, for instance." "Just to name one." "And that's what this has really been about, isn't it?" "The growth of the Ibrahim empire." "My empire is nightclubs." "That's all." "But it's still the plan, isn't it?" "What did Hammer always say?" ""What's the plan, Johnny?"" "And you'd say, "Take over everything."" "Hey." "I run popular clubs by making sure they're safe." "That's all I've ever been about doing." "If you talk to us, we can help you, John." "Otherwise we're powerless..." "till something happens." "So this is the police force you get after a royal commission, hey?" "God help us." "Hi, I've got a python at home and the book says it will need, like, a rat every week or two." "Oh, yeah, they like live rats." "Hang on, I've got one out the back." "Excuse me." "Are you really going to feed a live rat to your snake?" "Yeah, it's what they eat." "Here you go!" "One left." "Oop!" "Kim, you do have a case." "You filled out your application form honestly." "And we can prove that they'd already decided to sack you even before they read your show-cause letter." "So, um..." "Is that..." "A rat?" "Mm-hm." "I call him Casper." "I just saved his life." "It's probably why he likes me, don't you think?" "Hmm?" "Right." "Well, um, look, despite having a case, you know as well as I do how aggressive senior police are when they're under attack." "They'll drag your whole past through the court, anything and everything, to paint you as a clearly inappropriate character for the force." "With that in mind, I have to advise that you really have very little chance of success." "So are you going to help me or do I go somewhere else?" "Counsel for the police argued strongly to have the matter dismissed." "But in the Industrial Relations Commission this morning," "Kim Hollingsworth won her right to sue the police for unfair dismissal." "A date was set to hear the case next month." "It's true that I used to be a prostitute." "But there are claims going around that I tried to sneak in without anybody knowing this." "It is completely false and untrue." "You knew her pretty well, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Mate, 20 bucks says she won't even make it to court." "With so many guys who want to shut her up, I'm surprised she lasted this long." "...many police officers knew that I was a prostitute." "In fact, a lot of them were clients of mine." "I filled in the application form correctly and accurately..." "Hello, little one." "Casper!" "Hello?" "Die, bitch." "What do you want to do tonight?" "Do you want to watch a video?" "No, I've got to go out again." "Coming in?" "Can't." "Where's Rabs?" "His girlfriend called him on the way." "Reckons she's having an abortion." "He's dumped us for his girlfriend?" "What's he going to do, hold her hand?" "While we're out there fighting for the biggest prize in Sydney?" "!" "Fuck him!" "Fuck his cut." "From now on we split everything three ways, not four." "Thanks, man." "Beautiful gun." "Love it." "You cool?" "Who we got outside?" "We got Tony and the Tongans out the front," "Sonny and his boys out the back..." "and no-one's seen them." "Good." "It's going to be a long night." "Everyone cool with that?" "They know, man." "They're here till we leave, bro." "They're carrying too." "Everyone's carrying." "Once more round then we park and try the Tunnel." "And hey... swap your guns." "Nine-mil's easier to hide if we end up going in." "Shit!" "It's an RBT!" "Chuck a U-ey." "Fuck!" "Go, go, go." "Guys, we're fine." "Shit!" "Shut up." "It's cool." "Let's just go the other way." "Are you crazy?" "They just saw us." "Go back!" "We gotta kill..." "Shit!" "Shit." "Act cool." "It's all good." "What's he doing?" "Shit!" "No, he's turning, he's turning." "Go, go, go, go." "Put your head down, Wass!" "Put your head down, Wass!" "I can't see." "We're gonna die." "I know it." "We're fucking dead." "Be quiet!" "We're gonna die!" "Shit." "How we doing?" "They're on our tail." "Alright." "Up here..." "left." "Where, man?" "Left, left, left, left..." "Whoa!" "Shit!" "It's a dead end." "Christ!" "You idiot." "Shit!" "Stay right where you are." "This is the NSW Police." "Stay right where you are." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Sydney's genteel Eastern Suburbs had never heard anything like the White City shoot-out." "The gunfire sent every pedigree pooch within 5km into a barking frenzy." "Ads, what happened?" "What happened?" "Is everyone OK?" "WHAT HAPPENED?" "There was a fight." "There was a gunfight with the police." "Is everyone alright?" "I don't know!" "I don't know." "You OK?" "I'm OK." "They reckon there were three..." "Doc, Wassi and someone got away." "Shit!" "Oh, shit!" "Shit!" "What?" "Fuck!" "What?" "What's wrong?" "Oh, fuck!" "Unfortunately, Forensics is saying that all the shells found at the scene came from TWO nine-millimetres, not a.45." "The fingerprints on this are inconclusive." "So, what?" "Won't give us the third man?" "No, he got it." "What, bail?" "Yep." "Doc got bail?" "!" "You're joking." "Pat O'Shane was the magistrate." "According to her, the police had insufficient grounds to engage in a pursuit and it provoked the entire incident." "He's had surgery and he'll be in a wheelchair for at least 2-3 months." "And he can't leave his home." "Is he saying anything?" "No." "He just keeps saying the cops shot first." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "What if he was only after John because he wants us to think it was John?" "One of the guns that shot DK was a.45, right?" "So what if it's that.45?" "DK was shot by his own boys?" "Just like Caesar." "Let's check that gun against the casings found at DK's murder." "Now, if they match, then that's evidence and we can finally put surveillance on these pricks." "Sid's hunch was right." "It's one of those links that's obvious in hindsight, of course." "But no-one else could see it." "Yes." "Which I'm sure he's letting the media know as we speak." "The NSW Police could do with a bit of good publicity, don't you reckon?" "Well, you're doing a very good job of talking up one of your competitors." "No, I just think he's a first-class investigator." "That's all I'm saying." "Yeah, well, the problem is after the Wood Royal Commission, he's the State's only first-class investigator." "Well, who told you that?" "Dennis Kelly." "Oh, does it matter?" "You're saying he's too good to promote, is he?" "He said he's an irreplaceable investigator." "Yeah, so it's in everyone's best interests to leave Sid Hillier where he is and to promote Dennis Kelly." "Well, he was hardly that blunt." "Listen." "Dennis Kelly came up through the old NSW CIB." "He was trained under Fred Krahe, for God's sake." "And so?" "So if he's made commissioner, he'll bring that culture with him and it will just seep right back in." "For the last 40 years, the whole of NSW has been for sale." "Do you really want to go back there?" "I mean, what was the point of the whole royal commission in the first place if..." "Look, you have the chance to leave all that behind." "But you got to leave him behind." "You're sounding like a jilted lover." "He's the one, isn't he?" "A decision hasn't been made yet." "Thanks for the coffee, Mr Wallis." "Damaging allegations, compromising evidence, dubious associations..." "My past is an open book, Ken." "I have absolutely nothing to hide." "And you have my assurance that no embarrassing revelations will find their way onto any front page anywhere." "How's Rabs's girlfriend?" "Yeah, not too bad." "Rabs is cool." "He's still with us." "Thank you, Mum." "Anything else?" "No, that looks great." "Looks delicious." "Thank you." "Mwah!" "Got to build up your strength again." "Mwah!" "If you can get your hands on another wheelchair, that would help." "The cops have bugged this one." "Where?" "Mate, they got microphones the size of pinheads these days." "Could be anywhere." "You're bullshitting, aren't you?" "We can't think they're idiots, mate." "Just..." "Look, don't talk anymore, OK?" "Notes." "Yep." "Through notes, Doc ordered that the street runners sell as much as they had as fast as they could so the gang could buy another consignment quickly and repeat the cycle." "It was revenue-raising on a massive scale." "All suddenly needed for Doc's legal bills." "But it also gave Strikeforce Lancer a golden opportunity to nail the lot of them and deal the Kings Cross drug trade a crippling blow." "The first step was to mark a whole pile of $50 bills with the hope of sending them right through the system." "OK, so I'm a runner working for Doc." "But if I want to stand beside the bin outside Porky's..." "Cost you $1,000." "Why?" "Why?" "Who am I paying?" "No-one's saying." "Right." "Right." "But you reckon there's an outside chance it might be someone from John's gang." "Could be." "Right." "I don't suppose you have any evidence to support this speculation?" "Well, that's why I want to apply for a warrant." "Yeah, see, why would you do that?" "Because you know it'll just be rejected." "Sid..." "You've got no informant, you've got no surveillance, you've got no evidence, you've got nothing." "If we find our bills in his house, what else can that mean?" "That could mean that the runner stopped off at his bar, had a drink and then John took home some cash from the till." "Listen, Joe, listen." "Just stay focused, mate." "After all, who's the real criminal here?" "The psychotic drug-dealing murderer or the licensed nightclub owner?" "I wish I knew." "Yes, well, until you do, let's just get the bloke who kills people and shoots at cops." "Sound fair?" "Who am I supposed to be looking at, John?" "Mate, how would I know?" "That's your problem, isn't it?" "It's your job to keep the Cross safe, Detective, not mine." "Mate, I want a good police force." "You know, I've had to carry a gun around for the first time ever because DK's boys are feeling trigger-happy?" "Mate, why don't you go and arrest them?" "Lock them up." "You think I'd want good, honest cops around if I was skimming from the drug trade, Dooley?" "Ah." "Now I know what you're thinking." "You think it's quite remarkable that I'm 28 years old, control eight nightclubs, live in a mansion." "Yeah?" "Well, this is me, Dooley." "I work hard." "That's all it is." "Clearly." "So, what's your plan then, John?" "What it's always been, Dooley." "I'll always be watching you." "Half the media think I'm a lying whore." "Most of the cops hate me." "I'm getting stalked, I'm getting crank calls." "What is this going to be like in court?" "Hard." "On a positive note, our QC is very confident." "The police claim the application form asked you to list four previous places of employment when there's only space for three." "On that contradiction alone he likes his chances." "Look, if you don't want to go on, just let me know." "If you do, you might have a chance of winning." "But you mightn't have a friend left in the world." "I don't have one now." "Hello?" "Look out the window, Kim." "Who is this?" "See that car on the other side of the street?" "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kim?" "You think we're going to let you screw everything up for everybody?" "If you don't fuck off back to the gutter, you're going to be found in a fucking storm drain, as dead as your fucking cat." "OK, that's enough for the next shipment." "And we're going to get a bigger cut out of this one, or..." "There's costs everywhere, Rabs." "That's the problem, alright?" "We just got to get Doc and Wassi out of trouble first." "When's the next pick-up?" "Friday." "It's coming up from Melbourne." "With an interstate drug deal on their hands," "Strikeforce Lancer coopted federal police officer Gerry Lloyd to legitimise the arrest." "# When they fight, they fight" "# And when they've come home at night they say... #" "This is it." "These are the notes." "Straight from Kanaan's living room." "Nice." "Time to close the net." "Yep." "Can you do the bloke from Victoria?" "Yep." "Joe, you're on Adam Andrews." "# Ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh" "# Ooh ooh ooh... #" "# Was it too much too soon?" "# Or too little too late?" "# Ooh ooh-ooh" "# Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Ooh... #" "You have the right to remain silent." "And anything you do say may be used in a court against you." "Would you like to talk to a lawyer before we conduct the formal interview?" "I want Dennis Kelly." "Not you." "Well, I'm from the Federal Police." "You brought those drugs up from Victoria, so this is a joint operation." "Why did you ask for Superintendent Kelly?" "Mr Andrews!" "Please!" "Have a seat." "I'm Sid Hillier." "How's Jodie?" "She's OK, no charges there, were there?" "Yeah, she's fine." "Good." "That's good." "She's a good girl." "She's a good girl." "Yeah." "Of course, we've got enough evidence to put you all away for well over a decade, so who knows when you'll get to see her next." "Or any girl, for that matter." "That's a sobering thought, isn't it?" "Unless, of course, you'd rather spend the next 10 years with Doc, Rabs and Wassi." "I bet you're all good mates, aren't ya?" "!" "You're all Lebanese." "Oh!" "He's not Lebanese!" "You're not Lebanese." "What am I talking about?" "!" "Anyway, look, the choice is yours." "Freedom or a decade with Doc." "What's it gonna be?" "What do you want to know?" "What have you got?" "Five Dock." "Outside the hotel..." "Lakemba." "The building with at least 20..." "DK." "Loyalty..." "Loyalty to my fellow men." "White City." "Jesus Christ!" "They're going to blast." "Get the door!" "Get back or we'll fucking open up!" "What?" "Come in and we will fire!" "Michael Kanaan, we're here to arrest you." "Please come out with your hands up." "Get stuffed!" "They just want to get me for everything, Ma." "Just..." "Shh!" "Why you picking on my son?" "First you shoot him and now this." "Just leave us alone." "Just leave us alone!" "OK, drop back." "Get back." "Pull back." "They're calling for backup." "We're all gonna die." "Wass!" "Just stay calm, mate." "I'm sure it'll be fine." "I gotta go, right?" "Call you soon." "Well..." "to what do I owe this pleasure?" "You've been telling stories about me." "You've been driving friends of mine to suicide." "The royal commission had to happen, Dennis." "Well, if you didn't believe that, you'd have to start feeling guilty about all the devastation it caused, wouldn't you?" "Jao Wu." "Chinese national, should have been deported when his jail term finished, but he wasn't, was he?" "A note on his immigration file says that he was allowed to stay but only because of direct intervention by you." "At about that point, you seemed to acquire a racehorse from his uncle." "For nothing." "Normally, that would be enough to raise an eyebrow or two, but it's rather small potatoes now because the nephew's just been picked up selling drugs to Michael Kanaan." "Imagine all that coming out just as they're discussing your name for commissioner." "Bitch." "Do you know what you've done to this State?" "Do you have any idea?" "This State was a basket case..." "What, and it's not now, sweetheart?" "What the fuck is it now, for Christ's sake?" "Organised crime's laughing its bloody head off." "Bikies are uncontrollable." "Everyday murders don't get a look-in." "Your stupid bloody royal commission, baby, took away our balls." "And why?" "Because it had to happen?" "!" "Like fuck it did." "Speaking of everyday murders, would you like to tell me how many people you've killed, Dennis?" "Hmm?" "I got a thousand bloody questions about the means and the ends." "And not everything we did was right, and there was... pain." "But I know this is right." "And God knows... everyone in this fucking State knows... it did have to happen." "Satisfied?" "You never satisfied me, Dennis." "We stay here and die or we seize the initiative." "Are you with me, boys?" "We take one cop each." "The rest will panic and they'll run." "Grab a patrol car." "We can run for it." "What is it?" "It's a fucking hand grenade!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "Get down." "The so-called grenade was actually a handset for a secure telephone line." "Joe Dooley didn't want to blow the boys to bits." "He simply wanted to talk to them." "Step away from him!" "Step away!" "Down." "Rabiah Mawas and Wassi El Assad were convicted of DK's murder and sentenced to 25 years and 24 years in jail respectively." "Michael Kanaan was convicted of the Five Dock murders and DK's murder and the White City shoot-out and he will never be released from jail." "# I'm being dragged down" "# Down by the hand" "# The hand of a golden giant man" "# He's crushing my knuckles and splitting my skin... #" "# He says... #" "Yep?" " Forget it." "Are you sure?" "No point now." "# These little black sandals" "# Are walking me away" "# These little black sandals" "# Are heading the right way" "# These little black sandals... #" "Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy." "#...saved my life today" "# Sometimes I'm tempted... #" "Kim Hollingsworth won her unfair-dismissal case against the NSW Police in a blaze of publicity." "She was offered handsome compensation on the proviso that she never discuss the events related to her dismissal." "She refused and never collected a cent from the NSW Police and was never allowed back in the force." "# These little black sandals" "# Are walking me away... #" "After the royal commission, the NSW Police needed a boss who carried no history with anybody." "So the new commissioner was appointed from the United Kingdom." "Within months, many senior-ranking officers accepted full retirement packages on full pension without any further investigation into their conduct." "But few of the names caught in the full glare of the royal commission were able to carry on as before." "Investigators, whistleblowers and offenders alike all had their lives changed forever." "# They're walking me away" "# These little black sandals" "# Are heading the right way" "# These little black sandals" "# Saved my life today... #" "Hey!" "Detective Dooley." "Did you hear Johnny owns half of Charlie's now?" "Yeah?" "Yeah, they made me an offer." "Why's that?" "Uh, they were having some trouble." "Needed a calming influence." "I've always got your back, man." "Don't you ever forget that, yeah?" "The honest young detectives who survived the purge of the '90s had to learn how to fight new enemies in organised crime with less than half the manpower of the past." "# Don't change for you" "# Don't change a thing" "# For me... #" "Once upon a time, many years ago, a young man followed his friends to the Golden Mile to seek his fortune." "He found it, and stayed." "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there. #"