[raspy laboured breathing]
[middle eastern music]
I'm right here.
[man] Hassan...
[raspy breath stops]
He asked for you.
[Hassan crying]
[missiles roar] [gunfire shots]
[women weep]
[solemn music] [gunfire]
[goat bleats]
[gunfire and missiles continue]
[gunfire close up]
[haunting music]
[motorbikes rev]
[helicopter roars]
[policeman] Move along.
[woman] This is Anastasia.
[man speaks Arabic]
[slow tense music]
All right?
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
No, I mean that.
I know you do.
Good.
All right lads?
[tense music]
[lawyer] This commission is investigating
systemic corruption within the police service.
How would you characterise the work that you do in Kings Cross?
I own and run licenced venues.
Night clubs? Do you standover other venues?
Standover? No.
You can be jailed for lying to this commission, Mr Ibrahim.
[lawyer] What about corrupt payments made to the police
for protection of these venues,
known as "the laugh"?
I don't know anything about that.
Do you sell drugs in your clubs?
No.
Mr Ibrahim,
you've been described as the 'King of the Cross'.
I would suggest that you,
are the new lifeblood of the Kings Cross drug trade,
and that you control the rivers of gold that flow from it.
[woman] It's all lies!
[theme music]
["Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode playing]
♪ Your own personal Jesus ♪
♪ Someone to hear your prays Someone who cares ♪
[Big Tony] Kings Cross! The Strip!
The only game in town,
if you want a naughty night out.
Coke, weed, heroin. A girl, a boy? Drink after midnight?
A bet on the wheel? You gotta come to The Cross.
It's the mecca of sin and the cops just turn a blind eye.
Sex, drugs, rock and roll and gambling.
Mate! It's an adult theme park...
...and the money flows like a river.
♪ Reach out and touch faith ♪
All controlled by a handful of men.
Men like Frank Amante, Ashtray to his many friends.
He runs the gambling clubs. Bonafide legend on The Strip.
Peter K! PK. Runs Pinocchio's restaurant.
Convicted drug dealer.
[PK] It's on the house boys.
[Big Tony] And makes the best Turkish coffees in town.
Fat George!
Sorry. Can't think of anything nice to say about that prick.
Runs the strip club with his fists and his boots.
Pity the poor kids who work for him.
Sam Ibrahim!
The most feared and fearless enforcer on The Strip.
Born 2000 years too late.
He should have been fighting lions in the Coliseum.
[man grunts]
- Open this fucking door. - Sure.
- You're two months late habib. - Sam?
[Big Tony] Angelo Lombardi. Club manager.
New boy! Doesn't understand the rules yet.
[Nasa] It's very fucking simple.
I pay the police or they close you down.
[Big Tony] Nasa Kalouri! Nasa's what they call the shot caller.
[man] Hey hey! Here they are.
[Big Tony] His job is to maintain order on the street.
Again? It's three weeks now you are late.
[Big Tony] Nasa's the guy who decides
who gets to play here, and who doesn't.
He's the one collecting the protection money
and distributing it,
paying off those who need to be paid,
and kicking it up the food chain to the bigger fish.
[man] We've got the tallest titties in town.
We've got the biggest machines you've ever seen.
Bring your Mrs upstairs.
[Nasa] This is where Sam comes in.
Him and his crew. You know them.
They take care of all of this.
The police that you just speak with now,
I take care of this myself.
[Big Tony] There they are. Kings Cross finest.
Detectives, Crellan and Mooney.
Two of the best cops money can buy.
[Mooney] Oh fuck, here comes Charlene. Fuck me!
[Nasa] For all of this, you pay. Same as everybody else.
Thursday night,
cash envelope with the name of your club written on the front.
I spoke to George last night, Nasa, he knows my situation.
But this! Never again.
[Big Tony] John Ibrahim!
Johnny.
Sam's kid brother. Keep an eye on that one.
- Hey come on. - Where my money?
Have I ever been late?
[Big Tony] And the biggest fish of all.
Ezra Shipman!
The man in control of that river of gold,
percentage of every dollar earned on this street
is kicked up to Ezra.
If you had a problem for him, you have to deal with me,
Big Tony. The good looking one.
[loud music] [street fighting]
[young man whistles] Sam Ibrahim. Legend.
He's crazy, but he's a good bloke.
I know him, hey.
[young man] You don't have a spare 150 do you?
I haven't eaten in a while.
[John Ibrahimö I'm generous, but I'm not stupid hey.
What the fuck are you doing here?
[John Ibrahim] All right, all right!
[Sam Ibrahim] Go home.
I was going, I'm leaving. All right!
Don't ever come here again.
[John Ibrahim] Fucking relax.
You too. Piss off.
[train rattles]
[man] The back legs. Give me twenty. Go!
[high energy music] [men grunt and moan]
Do it properly or don't do it at all.
[Sam Ibrahim] Don't look away. Hey! Johnny!
What the fuck you doing? It's my mum's tree.
Sorry Sam.
[Big Tony] Sam started training local kids
with not much going for them, to stand up and fight.
It took off like a bushfire.
Johnny never needed much encouragement.
He was born with the fight hardwired into him.
Hey! Why the fuck you looking away for?
What have I fucking told you.
Look at me, don't look away. You look at me, okay?
All right, all right.
[Sam Ibrahim shouting] Housam? Housam!
[young woman laughing] Stop it.
John. Hey, go help Mum.
Okay, give me a minute, man.
[both laughing]
It's this question nine. We're not exactly sure.
[woman] It's pretty straightforward.
How many children presently in the home?
My brother's looking for work at the moment.
So, five then?
He's still there. It's just a little bit...
[woman] Six, it is!
Currently any income coming from her husband overseas?
[woman] When is he expected to return?
He's waiting on a visa.
No primary source of income?
My brother tries to bring in what he can.
Utilities are capped at 150.
Take that and your D7 over to the second counter
and wait for them to call your number.
[woman] This way please.
[camera clicks]
Damn!
I need both of you looking at the camera.
Nice and still please.
[camera clicks and whirs]
[street noises]
Egg salad for Mr. Vlad, french fries for the Texan.
Smells good.
[horn blares] Thank you mate.
Excuse me, Ashtray. Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt.
My brother told me your name.
What do you need kid?
Well, I wanna see if you've got any work going?
I'm trained. Same as my brother.
Move along kid. Try down the road.
Come on. I'll be good. I promise.
Move along kid.
Oi!
How old are you?
18, boss.
Well when you turn 17, maybe come back and try your luck.
You never know.
This smartarse kid got some balls.
[TV] Family Double Dare!
[knock on door]
[key turns in door]
[door slams]
[tense music]
[middle eastern music]
[street sounds]
[woman] What's your story?
Well mostly I just stay at my uncle's place.
It's okay. It's actually pretty decent.
I just catch the train.
Honey, you should be in school.
This isn't really a good place
for you to be hanging around like this.
Yeah, no. Schools I've been at,
they always just kick me out anyways.
But it's all right. I like it up here. I've got friends here.
[John Ibrahim whistles] Brett!
[woman] Who's that?
Sam Ibrahim's little brother, John.
I've got to know him a little bit. He's all right.
I like the way you've done your hair tonight.
- It's pretty. - See you around, Brett.
It's good to see you mate.
[John Ibrahim] Brett, this is Dave.
Dave, Brett.
- Hey man, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
So you want a job? You wanna work with us?
Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah. What are we doing?
Roast beef sandwich with pickles.
Ham, tomato toasty. $4.80.
[doorman] Jimmy who?
McKinnly... McKenzie?
He got a beef and pickles and a ham and cheese.
Never heard of a Jimmy fucking McKenzie.
Look, man, I'm just doing my job.
He asked me to come here. I've got his food. That's it.
- Get in. Make it quick. - Thank you.
["What Happens When You Turn The Devil Down"
by The Mystery Lights playing]
♪ I had a drink with the devil ♪
♪ He's looking for new slaves ♪
♪ He told me that my life ♪
♪ Could be the one he saves ♪
♪ What happens when you Turn the devil down? ♪
Mate, I got your sandwich from Pinocchio's
What?
Ham and tomato, right?
I didn't order anything. Piss off.
The roast beef and pickles sandwich from Pinocchio's.
- What fucking roast beef? - The one you ordered earlier.
I'll take that ham and tomato. if no one's having it?
And get us some smokes with the change. Pack of Winnie blues.
[John Ibrahim] Okay, no problem.
[Ezra Shipman] All in.
[John Ibrahim] Anybody else wanna order something? Anyone?
Bring it.
[man] I'll have a prawn cocktail son.
I've got fuck all. [men exclaim]
[man] Johnny, can you get us a Turkish coffee
when you get the smokes?
Didn't I tell you to come back when you're 17?
Your brother know you're up here, does he?
Yeah. He knows.
Piss off!
Just watch him.
Last thing you need's a beef with Sam fucking Ibrahim.
No problem.
[woman] Leave me alone. Don't fucking touch me.
- [man] So what are you doing? - Get your hands off me.
What's wrong with you? Come here.
- Don't you fucking touch me. - Come here.
- I said leave me alone. - Get here you little...
[man] Come here.
[woman] Fuck off! Just leave me alone.
[man] Come here!
[man] Come here you.
[woman screaming] [punches heard]
[Brett] Oi! What the fuck are you doing?
Piss off!
Let her go.
[woman] Get out of here, please.
Please, just go!
[man and woman struggle]
[Brett] I'll call the police you fucking mongrel.
I'm calling the cops.
Piss off!
You fucking let her go.
[woman] Go away. Stop!
[woman] Please! Stop!
[kicking and screaming]
[ambulance siren]
[man] Move along folks. Shows over. Come on. On your way.
What's going on?
[Dave] It's Brett.
What do you mean it's Brett?
Kiwi Trevor.
Yeah walk away, you fucking coward. He's a fucking kid.
[Kiwi Trevor] Fuck off! You stupid fucking mole.
[woman] Trevor, you bastard.
Mate, I need you to take me...
Hey! You fucking cock...
Piss off you little shit.
[John Ibrahim] You fucking piece of...
[Kiwi Trevor] Drive! Fucking drive!
I said fucking drive!
- Fucking bastard! - [man] John.
He's a fucking kid, you cunt!
John! Leave it!
- Leave it. - Leave it.
Fuck this man! He bashed a kid.
He bashed a fucking kid!
[phone calling]
[young woman on telephone] John?
- Hey. - Hi.
What's going on? You're okay?
Yeah.
Where are you? You sound like you're in a tunnel.
I'm at home.
You see outside, the rain?
- Yeah. - So loud.
It's beautiful.
I just...
How is everything? How's school?
Did you finish your art project yet?
[thunder rumbles]
[John sighs]
[John] A.V.
I'm on the phone.
[rainfall] [slaps]
What are you doing man?
Is that it? Huh? Is that what you want?
Piss off Sam.
That cock's a lot bigger than me.
What do you think he's gonna do to you? Huh?
- Sam! - What?
What? You think you're a fucking big dog? Huh?
Fucking think about it.
Sam! What are you doing man?
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do with you. All right?
You gotta get that through your thick head.
This guy will break your fucking neck.
He bashed my fucking friend. What you think...
I told you to stay away. That's it, it's done.
I'm gonna get him.
You've got no fucking idea.
If I see you back there, I'll kill you myself.
[tense dramatic music]
[heart monitor beeps]
It's okay to stay for a while if you want.
I'm gonna get him for you, mate. I promise.
Come in.
[music plays in background]
Just give me a few minutes.
All right.
[Kiwi Trevor sighs and groans]
[tense music]
[Kiwi Trevor grunts]
[John grunts and groans]
[John yells] Fucking piece of fucking dirt...
Fuck! Shit!
Guys. Someone needs to call an ambulance.
Guys! Someone needs to call an ambulance now.
[car doors slam]
You have another name.
Maybe this is different story for you.
I will talk with George. You will be okay.
You talk with your brother.
It's important you listen to him.
[pager beeps]
Get up.
Let me look at you.
Did he lay a hand on you?
What are you trying to do, John?
You're trying to start a fucking war.
You know what I gotta do now?
You know what this means?
You understand what I'm saying to you?
This isn't fucking high school anymore.
I'm sorry Sam.
JT will take you.
[Crellan] You?
[Mooney] Kirstie Alley, Cheers. It was Shelley Long.
[Crellan] Tones.
Boys! What's happening?
[Crellan] Well you know, a day at the office.
Hey, you hear about Sam Ibrahim's little brother?
No.
He took Kiwi Trevor's head off with a fucking baseball bat.
Really?
Put him in intensive care.
It's a pity he didn't kill the prick.
You want to tell your tight-arse boss,
it's time for a fucking raise.
Tell him yourselves you greedy cunts.
[Crellan] Shelley Long?
Yeah, but I'm torn.
Like, Kirstie's an absolute sort.
[knock on window]
Oh, fuck sake!
[Angelo Lombardi] Ciao detectives.
What do you want? We're on break.
I'll make it quick then.
I'm sure you're aware of how much I owe Nasa Kalouri.
Yeah?
I need you to get me some more time to pay him back.
What do we look like? A fucking message service.
What about this?
Subtle mate. Subtle.
Come on please. He will listen to you.
Thank you. Ciao.
[Mooney] What a fucking drama queen.
Take it down a few fucking notches. Jesus Christ!
Seriously. What? Baby brother, with a baseball bat.
John Ibrahim, used Trevor's own Louisville Slugger.
- Go the pink one. - Really! Pink one?
Now his brother might be a problem.
I've known Sam a long time
and I can guarantee what he's got in his head is,
he's gonna kill this Trevor as soon as he gets outta hospital.
Is that a problem then?
Well, if he thinks his brother's in danger,
he's likely to do that on Darlinghurst Road
in broad daylight with a fucking chainsaw,
so it won't be a good look.
I could have a word, if you want.
The red one, honey. Trust me.
All right, thanks.
You know what?
Fuck him!
Let's go up The Strip tonight, get this sorted out.
I think that's a very good idea.
Sweetheart. Good to go, darling.
[Sam Ibrahim] Look at these two.
You eat nothing.
[man] I'll eat him and his fucking wife.
Then he'll fucking smash ya.
- Oh fuck off. - He's a weapon.
- Hey boys. - Hey Tony.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Listen, this business with Kiwi Trevor.
Boss, he doesn't wanna cause a scene, right?
Now he respects how you feel, obviously.
But he'd prefer that you leave it with us.
Let us take care of it.
Meaning what?
Meaning you can't fucking knock him.
You're telling me I can't protect my brother.
That's not what I'm saying, mate.
I couldn't give a fuck if you cut the cunts leg off.
It's just personal with Ezra, all right?
He wants things off the street and
he wants it discreetly,
and I can promise you John's not in any danger at all.
[food sizzles]
See, if me and you have a disagreement about this,
it's not going to end well for anyone.
Tony, you know that me and you haven't got any problems.
But we both know as soon as this guy gets out,
he's going straight after John.
I can guarantee you he's not in any danger.
All right! Have some fucking faith.
If he lays a hand on him,
I will hold someone accountable for that.
Just careful Tiger.
[man] Come on, let's get outta here. Let's go. Come on.
[tense music]
[sounds of a struggle]
[Ezra] Dump prick.
[man groans as kicked]
- I could've done that for you. - I know.
[Big Tony] Fuck!
[water hissing and splashing]
I don't give a fuck about Angelo's sister.
I'm missing a fucking football.
I understand him, we're, you know.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Just get this one and pay Nasa
what he fucking owes him so that Nasa can pay me,
you fat fuck.
He will Ezra, next week, guaranteed.
On my grandkids.
Tony can come and collect direct from me personally.
What I miss? All right?
Perfect timing. The Fat Fuck George here
was just here to explain to me that his brother-in-law
is going through some personal problems,
which is why he can't fucking pay me what he fucking owes me.
Give me the meatballs.
That's an excellent choice.
Want I send Sam?
No. I don't want you to send Sam.
Does Nasa here have to send Sam, Fat Fuck George?
That Sam not necessary. We can handle it.
Well then fuck off.
Have you smelt that?
That's a prawn cocktail.
It's fresh.
No. No, I don't like prawns.
[heart monitor beeps]
[tense music]
[Kiwi Trevor grunts in pain]
Remember me.
I swear to God, if you step foot back in this country again,
I'll break your neck for these bare fucking hands.
[train rattles]
[woman] There you go.
You right?
- You right, are you? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
Hey.
You're safe, okay.
[John Ibrahim] Hey Brett.
[Brett] Wow!
Been hanging onto it for you, mate.
Geez. Thanks Johnny.
Of course. Take care, you.
[woman] Hey, let's go.
- [woman] You got a smoke love? - [man] No, sorry.
[Nasa] You think you can stop your brother
from coming around here forever? Simple.
Put him on collections. Have been driving out west all week.
Problem solved. Sam, start with Bruce,
then through Double Bay back to my place. Okay?
Hey.
What are you doing here? Looking for another slap?
Hey, lower your head, so I see your face.
He's just a kid.
I'm 16.
You know how to drive car?
Yeah, of course.
There you go.
I have no problem if he's in Tarago with Anton and JT.
Yeah, I got a problem. He can't say over the fucking dashboard.
You can go start in Parramatta like everyone else.
Yeah, uh look, I make pretty good money
helping Ashtray with food orders.
Don't be a smartarse, show some respect.
I'm not, I'm being honest. I'm just telling you the truth.
Well I think you make much more money working for your brother.
Come to cafe tomorrow, we talk about this.
So, sounds good. I appreciate it.
Four o'clock. Pinocchio's.
We'll talk later.
And now you can keep eye on him.
[car engine starts]
Okay. Start with Bruce, then we go through Double Bay.
[woman] Hey Johnny.
- [woman] Good day love. - [John] All right.
[Angelo Lombardi] Listen, listen to me. I told George about ya.
Now I'll pay youse when I fucking can.
Fucking piss off. You've been warned. Piss off!
Just gimme what you owe or I'll break both your fucking legs.
Listen you fat dog, I fucking told George already.
I'll pay youse when I fucking can.
[men grunt and struggle]
Hey!
Guys! Hey! Settle down. Hey. Stop. Stop!
Move. Move. Come on. Settle down guys. It's all right.
[John moans]
[Angelo Lombardi] Oh shit!
[dramatic music]
[Doctor] Can we get that line set up please.
[Nurse] Yes.
[Doctor] We're losing him.
[Nurse] 35... 21...
[Doctor] You take over, please.
[heart monitor beeps quickly]
[Doctor] Can everyone step away from the table.
[defibrillator charges]
Clear!
[Doctor] Come On. Come on.
Clear! Clear!
Clear!
[heart monitor slows down]
[Nurse 1] Hard to believe how much damage a stab wound can do.
[Nurse 2] Yeah. Just another stab victim.
[footsteps] [dramatic music]
Shit! Fuck!
Um, Jack look, I just...
[loud whack]
Angelo Lombardi! Where the fuck is he?
JT. We don't fucking know.
If you see him, you tell him.
He finds us before we find him.
We're with you guys, mate. Come on.
- JT! Angelo is not here. - Fuck!
[glass shatters] [crowd exclaim]
Everyone's on it, mate.
Ant's sitting off his place.
We're gonna get this bastard.
I want him face to face. Him and me.
[door opens]
[woman sobs]
[Fat George] They're following my sister. Ezra this...
[Ezra] That was out!
- [woman] That was an accident. - [Ezra] That was embarrassing.
There was no way you were getting that back baby.
[Fat George] And fucking Stella and Angelo, they live separated.
It's like they're divorced.
How does this solve anything?
Well maybe your brother-in-law
stuck his knife in a wrong fucking teenager.
You think Sam's outta line do you?
Oh! That boy. This is just an accident. No?
[tennis player groans] [woman] Yes!
- Where is he now? - Who?
Who do you fucking think?
Oh, Ezra, please. We can't find him now.
We call his number all night, this morning.
Well, he, he's not gonna be in his fucking home, is he?
No. No. Of course. It's just...
I'm worried about Sam, if his brother dies.
Well maybe you can have a talk to him.
You know, I have been extremely patient.
Fuck off.
[loud dramatic music]
Angelo?
What a fucking pig.
Oh hello!
[Ezra on phone] And doing his own coke on the side.
The fucking prick was double dealing us.
There's only one way this ends Anthony.
[plane tires screech]
[tense music]
[PA announcement over speaker]
[water runs]
[music intensifies]