"I'm done with school." "You know what plans we got for ya." "Yeah, I got plans of my own." "New recruit?" "Found him on the street." "He followed me home." "John Ibrahim." "Pleased to meet you, Mr Freeman." "There's a joke on here and there is a very good dollar to be made every week." "You Kings Cross boys had a busy night." "Oh, just an affray, mate." "Give you any trouble?" "Nup." "I want to be as successful as you, you know?" "I want to have what you've got." "I'm sure you do." "If you're serious about making money you've got to stay out of trouble." "Arggh!" "Don't know if I can do this, George." "You're too pretty and too small to be the toughest, but you're smart enough to be the smartest." "SONG: # It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there. #" "Why should I forgive you?" "Your children have forsaken me and throng to the houses of prostitutes." "NARRATOR:" "The Golden Mile attracts people from all over, searching for their own personal Holy Grail, from western suburbs boys looking to get rich to country girls looking for love." "Once upon a time, a waitress called Kim Hollingsworth arrived in Kings Cross following her heart or to be more accurate, following a Prince Charming because he'd told her the Golden Mile was the only place to be," "the happening place." "He was right." "('ONE TO THE OTHER' BY WOLF  CLUB PLAYS)" "WOMAN:" "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" "(ROLLS TONGUE)" "Are you already here?" "Oh, my God!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Kim, I told you I'd meet you in the fucking foyer!" "You're having sex with prostitutes?" "No, look." "Kim, this is, you know..." "this is your fault." "It is." "I got needs, OK?" "I have..." "I have sophisticated needs." "And I have every right to have them fulfilled... it's fair." "You said a night for us in a fancy hotel." "Kim, I wouldn't do any of this with the other women if you weren't such a dud bloody root!" "You should be ashamed of yourself." "Yeah, you got a sweet girl and you say shit like that to her." "Sorry, no-one asked either of you." "Just... please?" "You never said anything to me." "Ohh!" "Oh, it's never their fault." "Always the lady's." "Silly knob." "Sorry, is this a fucking feminist convention or something?" "Is that what's..." "You know, you spoil everything, Kimberley." "Right, that's it." "Come with us." "We'll get you a coffee." "Hang on." "Oi, what about my..." "what about my blow job?" "Blow it out your arse." ""Blow it out your arse"?" "That's... that's charming, that is." "You are a plank of wood in bed, Kim." "You starfish bitch!" "Fuck!" "(MAN HOLLERS INDISTINCTLY)" "(SEDUCTIVE MUSIC)" "I was gonna marry him." "You don't want to marry that dick, do you?" "Actually, yeah." "He was my first." "He was your first?" "Jeez, honey, if I married the first bloke who fucked me," "I'd be married to my uncle." "(WOMAN SCREAMS EXCITEDLY IN DISTANCE)" "So what do you do, Kim?" "I work in a cafe." "Get tips?" "Not really." "Thank you." "If you don't mind me asking, how much do you make a week?" "About 160." "And you don't drink?" "Do you earn good money?" "Slow week, maybe a grand." "If we're busy or I do specials, I can make 2." "$2,000?" "In a week?" "Ever thought of this line of work, Kim?" "What?" "Oh, no." "I mean, I'm happy doing what I'm doing." "NARRATOR:" "Of course, Kim didn't really believe that and nor did anyone else." "But she wasn't ready to admit it, not just yet." "George Freeman provided a home collection service for punters who'd somehow forgotten to settle up their gambling debts." "(MEN YELL INDISTINCTLY)" "You got 20 seconds to come up with George Freeman's 20 grand." "They took it." "They already took it!" "What are youse fucking doing here?" "Collecting for Frank Moon." "Frank Moon?" "I was gonna pay Mr Freeman first but..." "Shut up!" "Shut up." "Don't move." "You alright to wait so I can make a call?" "(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)" "Set a limit." "If you don't have the money, don't play." "You understand?" "Yeah, George." "How often do I have to come here?" "Yeah, John." "Uh, got a bit of a problem here, mate." "You understand what I'm saying?" "Frank Moon's boys are here." "Seems he had gambling debts to him too." "So?" "You're not fucking trying hard enough." "I was wondering what you'd like us to do." "That's all." "What the fuck do you think I want you to do?" "Excuse my French, sweetheart." "He's sending Lennie McPherson over to sort it out." "What?" "!" "We're supposed to hold you down till he gets here." "(BOTH YELL INDISTINCTLY)" "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Just give it to them!" "Take it." "200's mine, huh?" "I hope you're telling the truth." "He is, Johnny." "He is." "Yeah?" "OK." "Don't spend it all at once, eh?" "You need some choof." "(DRIVING DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)" "Let's go, boys." "See ya." "Hey, I'll catch up with you later, eh?" "Can we have a word?" "Yeah." "Kitchen." "You after some more door shifts?" "You know we can give you as many as you want." "I want to make you an offer, actually." "One I can refuse or have you got someone waiting for me up the alley?" "I want to buy a share of this place, Mel." "You what?" "I wanna buy into the Tunnel, go into partnerships with you and the other owners." "Son, a nightclub is not a kebab shop." "I don't wanna own a kebab shop." "You're serious." "You really wanna buy in." "Of course I'm serious." "Mel, this club is a place to be seen." "Is it just you we'll be cosying up with or, uh, is this really an offer from the company?" "It's just me, mate." "So George and Lennie don't know what you're up to?" "You think about this." "You have me on board, you won't be paying $500 protection every week for starters." "Don't worry, I can see the advantages." "Plus I'd still work the doors, watch the other staff and get rid of all the dead weights, mate." "Son, it sounds beautiful." "So how much?" "How much for 20%?" "Son, the Tunnel's worth 1.5 mill." "Do me cheaper for cash?" "I'll see you soon." "NARRATOR:" "John Ibrahim saw an opportunity, grabbed it with both hands and never looked back." "That was the secret to success on the Golden Mile... seizing the moment with both hands." "WOMAN:" "Johnny, is that you?" "Morning, Mrs Wilson." "Just doing your bins." "Up so early!" "You're a good boy." "You tell your mother she's lucky to have such a hardworking boy." "(CHUCKLES) OK." "See ya." "MAN:" "How long are you and Chook out of the office for, Scully?" "About a week, I reckon." "Trevor says you and Chook are going after the bluefin." "Fishy, fishy, fishy!" "Mate, you tried the home-brew?" "8%." "Oh, yeah." "You like fishing?" "Yeah." "Except I get bloody seasick and fish make me get a rash all around..." "It does!" "Why do you go, then?" "Give my wife a bit of a break, you know?" "Plus Chook needs someone to boss around." "Don't you, mate... boss me around?" "You bloody need it, mate." "You need it!" "(LAUGHS)" "That little incident with those thugs on Darlo Road might be coming back to haunt ya." "Thanks, mate." "I thought they pleaded guilty, affray." "Yeah, one of 'em works in security." "He'll lose his licence if he gets a conviction so he's changed to not guilty." "Now, look, while I fully support your version of events, this could mean more negative publicity for your blokes up the Cross." "Mm-hm." "We've already got pollies screaming about corruption." "Mate, steak or, um, sausage?" "Uh, steak, thanks, mate." "So what are you saying?" "All I'm saying is it'd be in your best interests to get a win up your way." "Den, our arrest rates in this city are as high as any other station." "Yeah, piddling junkies and two-bit drug dealers." "I'm talking major bust." "You know, one that gets headlines, makes you blokes look like a cross between Serpico and Jesus." "(BURPS) Which we are." "Just do something good and be seen doing it." "('A SUCKER FOR YOUR SOUND' BY I MONSTER PLAYS)" "SONG: # I can't get to sleep tonight" "# I've been thinking of you all day long" "# You know I'm playing with you now... #" "Your target is Bill Bayeh." "Major heroin dealer of these parts." "Well, our information has him mid-range at best." "Well, everything we're hearing from the coalface says he's ambitious, moving up." "Got a big shipment coming in from Asia." "You see, this gives us an opportunity to actually make a dent inside the smack trade, you know, instead of pissing our fine efforts up against the wall." "What's your plan?" "Well, we've nabbed one of Bayeh's street dealers." "Ali Ghazzawie." "Got a record as long as a donkey's dick." "Donkey's tail, sorry." "We explained to him that he could either do 5 to 10 for dealing in prohibited substances or he could do himself, and us, a favour." "So he's agreed to meet with Bayeh, and put a request in for a large quantity of heroin to sell to his Leb mates back in Parramatta." "So what we do is we give Ali the cash, we organise a place for the exchange and when Bayeh hands over the smack... bam!" "... we nab him for the lot." "So what do you want from the AFP?" "A gold star?" "Inspector Lloyd, the only way a rat-smart drug dealer like Bayeh is gonna go for a deal like this is if he's offered big numbers." "Anything pissy and he'll smell a set-up a mile off." "How much is he selling?" "Two kilos, 75% pure." "Street value... $1.4 million." "Wholesale value..." "About 200 grand." "So you know what we're up against." "Us State coppers can't raise that sort of cash, but you Feds can." "$200,000 is a lot of money." "Well, Bayeh's a lot of dealer." "I'd have to be across all the planning." "Every detail." "Absolutely... joint operation, including sharing in the glory when we make one of the biggest drug busts in this city." "Honey, I'm..." "I'm really sorry." "You know I don't like cut flowers." "It's killing them." "Oh." "I forgot." "(CAT MIAOWS)" "(SIGHS)" "You won't do it again?" "I won't do it again." "I won't." "You know I love you." "(SHOWER RUNS)" "(DOOR CLOSES)" "Hey, honey." "Did you take money out of my purse?" "Aren't you meant to be at work?" "I had $70 in there." "Now there's only $15." "Well, you spent it and you forgot about it." "No, I didn't!" "I didn't fucking take it!" "Well, where is it, then?" "You tell me you love me and you give me shit all the time." "KIM:" "I don't know what to do." "He steals from you, he screws other women, he's into drugs." "Kim, it doesn't take a brain surgeon." "You're not still stuck on the idea that if you sleep with a guy you've gotta marry him, are you?" "It's not that weird." "Oh, yes, it is!" "Anyway, I need money to move out." "I need a bond and a week's rent." "That's gonna take me bloody weeks to save up." "So get a better job." "At high school you always said you wanted to be a copper." ""Make your fantasies come true."" "What?" ""Stacey, blonde and buxom."" "Didn't you say those hookers you met earned, like, two grand a week?" "Yeah, for having sex with men they don't know." "So I do that practically every Friday night and the only thing I get out of it is a couple of lousy tequilas." "Come on, my bank bill is off the planet." "I know a girl." "She worked for an escort agency." "It'd be alright, I reckon." "Maybe I am to blame." "Trent says I'm frigid." "Maybe you are." "MAN:" "Come on, fellas." "Live show!" "Come on in!" "JOHN:" "Have you talked to your partners yet?" "I told them you were knee-high to a grasshopper." "But they could see the advantage of going with someone with your, um youthful enthusiasm and particular skills." "For 140,000." "With a deposit of what?" "70." "Boys." "Hey, George." "Can you hold this for me?" "Actually, you know what?" "Can you hold all my pay from now on?" "You know, be my bank." "You'll be asking for interest next." "You saving for something special, John?" "You know, I just see these other pricks, money goes through their hands like water." "Haven't got money in your pocket, you can't spend it, can ya?" "Thanks, George." "(FUNKY MUSIC)" "NARRATOR:" "Ambitious copper Dennis Kelly was another man who understood the importance of seizing the day." "He knew a golden opportunity when he saw one." "You watch it, Davo." "And Dennis NEVER looked a gift horse in the mouth." "Excuse me, Inspector." "Ah, Mr Wu, another fantastic spread." "Thank you." "Thank you, yes." "Apologies for intruding, but my wife's nephew... you recall he got into some trouble." "Armed robbery and got six years, hmm?" "Yes, yes, foolish boy who deserved his sentence." "Oh, he should be due for release soon." "We figured he will be deported." "He intended applying for permanent residency, but this incident..." "How is the boy doing these days?" "Ashamed of his past." "Reformed." "And if he were to stay?" "I would give him a job." "The family would be very, very strict." "He just needs this chance." "We would be most, MOST grateful." "SONG: # He said, "Hey, what's your name?"" "# She said, "Touch me"" "# He said, "Girl, what's your name?"" "# She said, "Touch me"" "# I'll show you everything there is to show" "# I'll teach you things you don't even know" "# We're going down to the river" "# Then we're gonna go deeper" "# Go deeper" "# Go deeper... #" "(HORSE WHINNIES)" "(WHINNIES)" "The exchange point is here." "Unmarked units here, here, here." "Marked units for backup should remain in constant radio contact but out of sight." "Now, Bayeh's likely to arrive in his car which is a..." "Blue Merc." "Thank you." "And Mr Ghazzawie will approach down Waratah Street on foot." "No-one goes in until the exchange has happened, OK?" "We want to get him for the lot." "Someone goes off half-cocked, someone goes in before he's actually handed over the smack and taken the money, then we lose half our charge sheet and no-one gets any thanks of a grateful nation." "Any questions?" "OK." "Let's make it a good one." "Make the call." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Hello." "I got the cash." "It's all set." "Good." "(WHISTLE BLOWS, MEN YELL INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)" "OK, here they come." "Here." "That is not a Mercedes." "Yeah, but it's Bayeh." "I can't see the driver." "Just hand it over." "Oh, shit." "All units, go, go, go!" "Come on, go!" "(SIRENS WAIL)" "What the fuck happened?" "!" "It's a late model Ford..." "A Commodore possibly." "(TYRES SQUEAL) Shit!" "Registration number..." "There is no plates, OK?" "Approach suspect with caution, could be armed." "Left, left, left!" "OK, vehicle travelling north, heading towards..." "Turning left into the transport yards." "We lose him in here, we're fucked." "Jesus!" "What are you trying to do?" "Kill us?" "!" "Jeez, mate, you're not Brockie." "Are we even sure it's Bayeh in the car?" "Car travelling south on the service lane." "All units converge at the southern end." "Left, left, left, left!" "Back up!" "Back up!" "Back, back, back, back!" "Oh!" "Fucking hell!" "There he is." "He's gone straight out through the gate!" "Unit four, we've lost visuals." "Do you have them?" "(MAN OVER RADIO) Negative, sir." "We lost him." "Fuck!" "NARRATOR:" "Ali Ghazzawie was found two hours later in a back lane in Marrickville." "I'm looking into the window and it wasn't Bill." "It was two other clams I've never seen before." "One of them's all, "Bill sent me." And I'm all, "Where's the smack?"" "He's all, "Get in the fucking car, I'll take you to it."" "And I'm all, "No fucking way am I getting in your car!"" "And he's all, "Get in the car, dickhead."" "And then he fucking pulls a gun on me and I'm all, "Don't fucking shoot me, OK?"" "And he's all, "I won't shoot you if you get in the fuckin' car!"" "What happened to the money?" "I don't fucking know." "I blacked out when they gave me this." "NARRATOR:" "What happened to the money?" "Good question." "SONG: # I want to see you" "# I want to see you twisted around" "# Yeah, you want to change" "# You should be moving it around... #" "About here will do." "Cheerio, mate." "# You can waste it when you've got it" "# You can stop your baby crying... #" "NARRATOR:" "That Federal 200,000 had to go around a fair few people." "But as they said back then, everyone got a drink out of it." "Everyone in on the joke, that is." "There was talk, of course, and plenty of people suspected a scam." "But knowing corruption exists is one thing." "Proving it, well, that's something else." "(MEN LAUGH) G'day, fellas." "Hey, Trev." "How was the fishing trip?" "(LAUGHS) Beauty." "Hey, Chook, happy birthday, mate." "Present for ya." "Oh, thanks, Trev." "Sculls, one for you too, mate." "Buy yourself that new rod, eh?" "Enjoy." "Thanks, Trev." "NARRATOR:" "For years, Independent New South Wales MP John Hatton had run a crusade against police corruption." "So far, he'd failed to get the numbers in parliament for the royal commission he wanted, but the media were beginning to get behind him and a few senior officers could see which way the wind was blowing." "(KNOCKS) Nose to the grindstone." "Good to see, mate." "Slumming it, sir?" "You're invited to a party Friday night." "What's the occasion?" "The dawning of the Age of Aquarius." "NARRATOR:" "That party became the stuff of legend." "Assistant commissioners, chief supers, supers, chief inspectors, the odd inspector... they put their heads together and drew a line in the sand." "Whether Hatton gets his royal commission or not, these are changing times." "Old ways belong to old times." "Exactly." "Rule a line, turn the page." "It's the only way forward." "(FUNKY MUSIC)" "(MEN CHATTER AND CHEER)" "(LAUGHS)" "(MEN YELL AND CHEER)" "Ha-ha!" "Holy moly." "Look at you!" "Chief Inspector Kelly. (LAUGHS) Fuck me for a queen." "Many happy returns, mate." "Thank you very much, Dennis." "Cheers." "So who do you have to root to get one of those, mate?" "Ah, I chucked my hat in the ring, got lucky." "Good on ya, mate." "Congratulations." "(LAUGHS)" "You didn't take my advice." "Mate, I hang off your every fucking word." "You know that." "Well, I don't remember advising you to rip off the Feds 200 grand, mate." "Oh, God, come on, Den!" "No-one got hurt, did they?" "Through to the keeper." "(CLICKS TONGUE)" "The word is from above we've gotta keep our noses clean." "Yeah, yeah." "You know, those fucking desk jockeys and their fucking gabfest... there's nothing in it." "That's not how I saw it, mate." "I saw it as a warning." "You were at that meeting?" "Well, well, well." "Moving up in the world are we, matey?" "Playing with the big fellas." "Well, good on you, mate." "Fair dinkum." "(CAT MIAOWS) Ohh!" "(KISSES)" "Hello." "(MIAOWS) Hello. (KISSES)" "Are you not hungry, Piggy, huh?" "Why?" "Probably still full from last night." "Had a mountain of fish, didn't you, Piglet?" "I might take her for a check-up." "What the fuck?" "!" "There was over $300 in there!" "Well, I didn't fucking take it!" "Don't lie to me!" "You took it and you shoved it up your nose!" "Kim!" "(SCREAMS)" "Ohh!" "So what if I fucking did?" "!" "(CRIES)" "Jesus." "Need a bit of relief living with you, you mental bitch." "Oh, Kim, I'm the best thing in your life." "(DOOR CLOSES)" "Don't pretend I'm not!" "(FUNKY MUSIC)" "Um, excuse me." "What you want?" "Uh, just the Yellow Pages, please." "Thank you." "Morning, Mrs Freeman." "Is George there?" "Thanks." "George." "Yeah, just wondering if we can organise my payday." "(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)" "WOMAN:" "So what made you choose us?" "Um, your ad was probably the classiest." "It pays to spend that little bit extra, doesn't it?" "Now, have you done any escort work before?" "BOTH:" "No." "But we're up for it." "Lovely." "Our girls are all so happy." "No complaints." "And the nicest clients." "Now, are you aware that escorting involves nudity?" "You'll have to take your clothes off." "And it can involve sex." "What's the pay like?" "$250 for two hours." "Clients call us, we page you, you phone us for the address." "We take $100 in fees and you lovely ladies get to keep the rest." "('SIMULATION' BY WA WA NEE PLAYS)" "SONG: # Take him out of love He's been there before" "# He knows the feeling it can give" "# Loss of memory, lots of indecision" "# Doesn't know who to believe, oh-oh" "# Well, I know the merits of a motion" "# Directed to the man in me, oh" "# I'll be as good as the next best boy" "# But you know what I really need" "# All I need to get is stimulation" "# So get me up against the wall" "# You know I need it, stimulation" "# But I never thought you'd be that bold" "# Oh, oh, oh" "# Oh, oh, oh, oh" "# Oh, oh, oh... # 500 short." "Who hasn't paid?" "The Tunnel." "They won't be paying anymore." "What makes them so special?" "I bought the place." "You what?" "I bought into the Tunnel. 20%." "I figure I don't need to pay myself to protect the place." "(LENNIE SCOFFS AND LAUGHS)" "You got some balls, son." "(LAUGHS)" "He's a shifty little fuck." "NARRATOR:" "I'm not sure about shifty, but he was definitely cheeky." "In fact, he was still too young to buy a beer in his own nightclub." "You're not gonna bail out, are you?" "No." "I'm only doing this a couple of times, though." "The minute I've got a bond, I'm out." "Yep... me too." "(SCOFFS) You liar!" "(LAUGHS)" "(PAGER BEEPS)" "It's me." "Hi, it's Belinda." "Yep." "Yeah, I know the place." "OK." "Some place in Coogee." "Last one to make a grand's a rotten root." "'Bye!" "(DOOR CLOSES)" "(PAGER BEEPS)" "(EXHALES)" "(SOLEMN MUSIC)" "(KNOCKS AT DOOR)" "You from the agency?" "Mm-hm." "Come on in." "Thank you." "You want a drink?" "Oh, no, thanks." "Just a blow job will be fine." "Pardon?" "A blow job." "Then maybe you can play with yourself." "(MAN SIGHS)" "(BLOWS)" "What are you doing?" "Isn't that right?" "Haven't you done this before?" "No." "Shit!" "You know, you might be a bit too straight for this sort of work." "(PAGER BEEPS)" "(BOBBY FLYNN SINGS) # Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty" "# The sound of your breath fades with the light" "# I think about this" "# Loveless fascination" "# Under the Milky Way tonight" "# Lower the curtain down on Memphis" "# Lower the curtain down... #" "Where've you been?" "Why are you dressed like that?" "Fuck!" "You want a whore?" "You got one." "Now fuck off out of my life." "# Wish I knew what you were looking for" "# I might have known what you would find... #" "NARRATOR:" "Kim Hollingsworth took her chance, seized her destiny, empowered herself." "But part of her brain was screaming." "Had she just sold her soul for the price of the rent?" "SONG: # It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there" "# It's a jungle out there. #"