There was always the corruption.
But now the cops, they are working with drug dealers,
and because of these cops, my Kings Cross is dying.
Hey Nasa!
We're being watched,
and you keep going the way you're going,
you're going to fuck up everything that we have built.
We've!?
Do you actually not see it or you just too fucking high?
Sammy's here!
What are you doing?
We used to laugh at clowns like this.
Now you're one of them?
I can't believe you fucking shot him.
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
We're fucked! Do you know that?
Fuck!
We're going to come after you.
All of you.
CBD Drug Squad, my friend.
Hands behind your back.
- For fucking what? - It's for distribution
and facilitation of a commercial amount of cocaine.
You'll get better.
So, how's he doing?
He rolls, shakes, he can barely lift a finger.
- Are you on his pod? - Yeah.
Here is the phone number. Clean cell!
On there is a list of people I do not want visiting.
Well how long's he in for?
15 years, if he doesn't win the case.
- Hey, we good? - Yep.
Okay, everybody listen up.
As of today,
the Commission has authorised us to offer indemnity.
Now, we're going to use it three ways.
First, we want to chase after the dealers
who don't really have anyone in their corner.
They'll be desperate,
which means they're the most likely to wire up.
Then we want to go after the little fish,
not the major players, but close enough to them.
We flip 'em and get them to roll on their bosses,
and finally these pricks.
Find the cops who are shitting themselves.
Find something to pin on them,
and the odds are, if you offer them indemnity,
they'll be working for us pretty quickly.
But be prudent, the threat of these bastards rolling
on each other will be enough to spook the pricks.
And that's when we catch them slipping up.
So if you work for the cops you get no prison time?
Yeah, that's what they told me.
What the fuck's double indemnity?
I dunno. Pretty sure it's a movie.
I think my nan's got it on VHS.
I've been meaning to ask you about your nan.
How is she?
Yeah, she's all right man.
- She's asking after you. - Really?
Yeah, she's in a home now though, man. Maximum security.
Well you never know.
You know, those places are pretty fucking wild.
Hey, that's my nan. Watch yourself.
All right. Hey, do you want to get some Chinese?
Let's get some food.
- Nah. - Come on, Chinese!
Bro, no way. The boys went down to Grandview earlier.
Now they're crook as. Dodgy satay chicken they reckon.
- What? - The boys are sick.
- All of them? - Yeah.
Mullet!
It's fucking Friday night. Who's packing up the rack?
I don't know mate. It's not my fucking job.
We've gotta get the fucking shit on the street.
What do you want me to do man? I can't pack it myself.
Listen, I'm going to help you pack, this once.
Give me two shakes. I'm going to go and speak to John.
- Fuck off. - Now?
- Yes. - Okay.
We'll be willing to talk about some potential business.
I appreciate your enthusiasm,
but I have some hesitation.
Well this is an offer, it's not a negotiation.
We have a distributor.
Joey Romano, is no distributor.
He's a fool who stepped into the right place
at the right time.
I have the manpower. You've seen it.
So has Joey.
I really want to do business, but my supplier
won't have Sam Ibrahim stealing his fire.
Sam's in jail.
Sam's in remand and I don't want him coming out.
Neither do you.
I'm not Joey. I can fix the problem.
What! Permanently?
No better way to kill an animal than in the cage.
Oi, Gary!
When we getting some new radios in the fucking shop.
I would've thought the voices in your head,
were entertaining enough, Henry.
No, I know. I'm listening to them right now Gary,
and they're telling you to suck me off.
No fucking way!
Sammy boy!
You don't remember me, do you?
Am I meant to?
Ran some doors down the Cross.
Your brother helped me out once or twice.
Lent me some cash when I was in a hole.
Smoke?
It's Doids, by the way.
You want a steak Johnny?
Nah, I'm all good Tony. Thanks.
So are we going to talk about this thing?
Which thing?
You putting Sam in prison.
Got nothing to do with me.
Shouldn't be a problem if I got him out then?
Nah.
Anyway, except then, you know, we'd end up
with the same problem we had before.
If there is a problem with my brother, I'll deal with it.
- Not you. - Okay.
Okay.
You sure you don't want something to eat?
No thanks, Tony.
- Thanks. - All right mate.
No one's listening. System's down.
Thanks Gary.
- Suits you - Suits me, huh.
Do your girlfriends make you put these on, you sick fuck.
Yeah, but they're usually furry.
Fucking weirdo.
You look like shit.
Yeah, well you were always the pretty one.
I like your new digs.
Hey, are you going to be this annoying
every time you come visit?
- Maybe. - Don't come then.
- You doing okay? - I'm doing okay.
I need you to get me out of here.
I will.
Well how long is it going to take?
- That depends. - It depends on what?
It depends on a lot of things.
Yo, I'm going to need you to arrange something for me.
Fuck's sake.
I need you to gimme some coke.
I'm not going to do that.
Well then I need you to stop fucking with my visit list.
I'm not going to do that either, Sam.
Oh you fucking little shit!
After everything I fucking done for you.
You fucking can't do me one fucking favour!
I am doing you a favour.
I will work on getting you out.
You work on getting yourself clean.
Yeah. All right. Well I'll talk to the lawyers.
Yep. All right.
- Where'd you get that? - What, this?
Yeah, the phone.
No, no, no. It's not just a phone.
It's a flip phone.
Yeah, state of the art. You can't afford it.
It's too small, John.
Too small?
No, it's supposed to be small,
so it fits right in your pocket.
But you forget about it in your pocket.
It end up in the washing machine.
- It's too small. - It's not too small.
Hey Jackal! Too small or average?
- Hey John! - What?
Two ladies!
You looking for a good night out?
Always, you know any good venues?
I do.
Remember all those cars coming to a stop
in the middle of the road the other night?
It looked like they got a guard of honour
from you and your brother.
Oh, is it illegal to stand in the street now?
We'd be fucked.
A Vietnamese heavy was shot dead
out at Cabramatta hours before those cars came through here.
Cocaine robbery gone wrong.
So yeah, if you had anything to do with that
you would be really fucked.
Oh, it's a good thing I've got nothing to do with it.
Didn't your brother just get arrested
for conspiracy to facilitate cocaine distribution?
Is that what the shooting was?
Sam trying to take out the competition?
Like I said, I don't talk to cops.
Then talk to Sam.
It'll go easier for him
if he raises his hand now, rather than Wade or us prove it.
That's not going to happen.
Hey, you sure you don't want to come in for a drink?
No? Some other time then Officer.
He's never going to give us anything.
He was raised by these guys. He's old school.
Sorry about the wait.
Buy you a drink?
Cops are asking about the shooting.
They came to the fucking door.
Does John know anything?
- Nope. - You sure?
Those gooks won't stop until they find out who did it.
Yeah, that's why I've been looking for you,
and you just fucked off, didn't ya?
Maybe you should ask John for some time off.
You're a little too easy to find.
Hey Sweeney, the Bears got up mate.
Ha! Yeah, it was a good win.
Shut the door.
We agreed. All right?
So what part of keeping our heads down,
and taking a pay cut, wasn't clear to you?
Ah, mate.
Don't worry about it. It's all good.
The Commission already knows you and I are on the take.
Doyle and O'Neill came by my fucking house this morning,
in front of my daughter to tell me that,
and that they're going to prove it,
and here you are still collecting.
Everyone, has to hold the line because they get one of us,
they get all of us.
Okay? Fucking can it.
Okay, I'll can it. I'll can it.
I'll can it!
- Morning dickheads. - Hey Thommo.
Jeez, you really are cutting down on the pies mate.
- Hey, get fucked. - How's the physio going?
Yeah, good mate. I'm getting there.
Hey, a couple of boys I know
have picked up on a bit of chatter.
Yeah?
There's a contract out on that Ibrahim prick in jail.
- Who took it out? - I dunno.
- I'll keep you posted. - Yeah do, thanks.
- Hooroo. - Hooroo.
Thanks mate.
I've told you before Gary,
the food here's no good for me guts.
I'm all clogged up.
Yeah, I'll pass it on to the infirmary.
They'll get you some laxatives.
I appreciate it Gary.
I thought for a second you might have to put a finger up there.
Nah.
Excuse me.
Hey bro. Take mine.
Hey, spilled your lunch.
Your body's hungry, even if you are not.
I've done withdrawals myself.
Clarky.
What's that cock in for?
Murder. Plenty of us in here.
You?
This and that, you know?
Oh, fuck!
Indemnity, hey?
The office doesn't feel the same,
like the whole station is spooked.
Ahh...
- And they should be. - Oh yeah.
Mate, it's serious.
Is this something I should know?
We need to be very careful,
because these guys know what they're doing,
and they're not fucking around.
All right. Should we get a taxi?
No, no. I'm almost done.
Seriously, 'cause Yael is going to fucking kill me.
- Hey mate, we're nearly done. - All right.
So you know anything about this contract on Sam?
Nah.
All right, I'll see you soon.
See ya. All right.
The Ibrahims, they're our people Ezra.
Yeah, so was Nasa.
Yeah, all I'm saying, if it fucking gets out,
- it's not a good look. - All right.
Come on. Come on.
Pigs.
Fuck off.
Jesus. Man-o-man. Fuck!
It's not that big a deal. We sometimes get...
Johnny, listen, hey...
The street's gone to shit without Sam.
I mean, these rats used to be afraid of something,
well, one thing.
Your brother's just not a pretty face, you know?
Look, I'm protecting the clubs only under our bat.
That's all I'm interested in at the moment.
And, fuck policing the streets for Joey,
or for anyone else.
- Fuck Joey. - Yeah?
Well what if the Viets roll back in?
You start caring about the street then?
Who said you can drop it to ten fucking bucks?
- Fuck you! - Fuck off!
Look, I'm trying to avoid bloodshed.
As long as the venues are safe, that's all that matters.
I heard they're looking for one of the Black Flags.
Does that mean Sam these days?
Yeah, I heard that too.
What the fuck's going on over there?
'Love Machine'.
They're undercutting their door prices again.
It's a slow night.
What are we supposed to do?
Who told you to do that?
The boss.
Door price is 25 dollars.
You go tell your boss no more spruikers this weekend.
Jesus Christ, John, come on.
Listen, don't gimme that. It's not your fault.
Just go find another door to work.
Off you go.
Good job, John.
Piss off!
I just finished speaking to him, hey.
What were they after?
Anything about you.
You should have told them he does his eyebrows.
Hey. The fuck I do my eyebrows.
They offer you indemnity as well?
Yes, they just about to offer me
my fucking island in Tonga.
Fucking idiot!
They asked me to wire up. Hey!
Did they?
A wire?
Oh, fuck off!
Go on, then.
Take your fucking pants off.
Happy now?
What, is it cold in here?
Put your fucking pants on, you poofter.
This shit is serious.
You think everyone else is saying no to this?
Is there someone you're sus on?
Joey, maybe.
He was pretty weird the other night.
Asking a lot of questions,
and wanted me to protect his dealers.
All right. From now on, outside of us four,
we assume that everyone is wearing a wire.
Dogs aren't waiting for the moment where we slip up anymore.
They're going to make it happen.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm starting to miss your brother.
It's fucking chaos out there.
Someone's got to control this shit, John.
Where you going?
We can talk here.
What?
I said, "We can talk here."
I can't fucking hear you.
My fault, again.
I can't fucking hear you.
Can we go outside where it's quiet?
You think I'm wearing a fucking wire?
Hey!
I deserve more fucking respect than this.
You started this fucking mess.
Me?
Yes, you. We had a system,
until you decided to blow it up.
A fucking system?
What, Nasa, that prick who went to the fucking TV,
and dogged everybody?
Listen,
you can't fucking blame me for the whole enchilada, right?
Nasa made his choices.
So did Sam.
We have to be able to trust each other.
Yeah, we can.
No, we can't,
because you looked me in the eye,
and told me you'd fucking canned it,
and you haven't.
I did.
It's just the last ones for this week.
I earned that fucking money.
Hey. You are going to bring us all down.
They're going to take the house, mate.
Okay.
And Cath's not far behind.
Why didn't you tell me?
'Cause, I just thought I could sort it.
Fuck.
All right. We'll figure this out.
Oi, you're not going to lose your house.
Yeah.
Ah, boys.
I was wondering
if we could borrow Detective Mooney for a moment.
Come on, you're going to have to speak at some point, Declan.
You a bit scared mate?
Yeah. Shakin' in my boots.
Well, why don't you give us a call
when you find a time that works best for you.
Sure.
Can you hear them, John?
Hear what?
The jungle drums.
They're getting pretty fucking loud.
Commission's already speaking to my blokes.
Mine too.
Listen, I know
you're making monthly payments to Spyro's family,
and, I get it,
but it's not a good idea, John.
A very good mate of mine needs some reassurance,
and I have something for you
that I hope might help me get it.
There's a contract out on Sam.
And, although I don't know who's going to do it,
or who's paying for it,
I'm 100 percent certain he's going to get clipped,
but I can get him out.
Now, I had a look at the Drug Squad brief.
The whole case hinges on one witness statement.
A dealer.
I give you his name,
you go and jog his memory,
and all I ask for in return,
is that you extend some of that generosity of yours
to my mate.
My generosity will be shown once Sam's out safe.
No worries.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
What's the name?
Hey, Jimmy!
Where you going, Jim?
Jimmy, my boy.
Where are you going? Come here for a sec.
Look, I don't have gear in my pockets.
- I don't want... - Search me, man.
Mate, it's all right. Take a breath. Calm down.
We're not going to hurt ya.
Look, we just want have a chat to you, okay?
So, here's what you're going to do.
Shit's getting real on the outside.
Commission's offering deals,
trying to get the boys to roll on us.
You're about the only person I can trust anymore.
No one else.
Not really.
Listen, this shit with the Viets.
What shit with the Viets?
Well fuck... I didn't do nothing.
Well, it's not me.
Well they seem to think it was.
Commission does too.
What? You talking to the commission?
No, not yet.
Can't wait, though.
Imagine all the dirty secrets I could tell them about you.
Ah, fuck off.
What?
God damn it.
Come here.
- Fuck. Ah. - Tell them that, you fuck.
I'm joking, you dickhead. I'm joking man.
Look at that.
- You're bleeding... - Listen here for a second.
Listen to me! Okay?
There's a fucking contract on your life.
Yeah.
What?
With who, the Viets?
I don't know yet.
Gary's going to drop a phone into your cell tonight.
Now, I'm still trying to work out
how to get you out of here,
but in the meantime, it's not safe.
I'm clean.
It's good.
Let me deal with them.
Got anyone watching your back in here?
Just fucking Clarky.
He's all right, I guess.
This banana called, 'Doids'.
- Doids? - Doids. Doids.
Said he knew you, or some shit.
You know why he's in here?
No.
The dog killed some bloke's ex-girlfriend for him.
He was paid to do it.
You got a fucking contract killer in your pod, Sam.
♪ Oh, rub a dub dub ♪ Three dicks in the tub
♪ And who do you think they be? ♪
♪ The butcher, the baker, the heroin taker ♪
♪ Send them all...
What you looking at me for?
Oh, do you want to fuck me?
I've got soap in my eyes.
♪ Oh, rub a dub dub, three dicks in the tub ♪
♪ And who do you think they be? ♪
♪ The butcher, the baker, the heroin maker ♪
♪ Send them all to me
Do you recognise these men?
Distributing a commercial amount of cocaine,
that's 10 years.
Yeah, I know you've only told me 14 million times.
Yeah, 'cause I'm trying to help you.
The Drug Squad's
not going to give you a offer as good as this.
This is what indemnity is all about.
That sounds pretty sweet.
But it kind of makes me wish I had fucking X-ray vision,
so I could see through balaclavas.
All right, Lukey, let's hand him over.
- He's got nothing. - Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.
I might know a few people with a bit of information.
Okay? I can ask around.
Penny, I got this one.
John.
Let me grab you a drink.
I own the club, fuckwit.
Look bro, I'm not trying to bother you.
Too late.
I've got something you might want to know.
John, it's about who shot that Vietnamese bloke.
I don't know exactly who it was.
Just that he had a limp.
Dave, get this guy out of here.
He's had a bit too much to drink.
Hey, big fella.
Heard you like the old booger sugar.
No, I heard it's bad for your teeth.
Hey, fuck off.
Lucky for you.
I've got a little bit of spare.
Looking to move it before the guards do a sweep.
On tick.
You just might want to give that one a rinse first.
300 bucks in my account by tomorrow,
or I'll break your fucking legs.
Enjoy.
Henry hook you up too.
It's party time, eh?
Yeah.
Party for one.
Ah, don't be so antisocial.
Got to have friends in here, pal.
Is that you, is it?
Maybe.
I hear you at night.
Training.
What for?
Hey.
Enough for three?
Fuck off, Doids.
Oh, come on, bro.
Thought we're going to be besties.
Everything okay in here?
Yeah.
This banana was just leaving.
Yeah.
Righty-oh.
So tomorrow's the day, right?
That's what she told me.
Nice.
Henry, you fucking drongo.
What?
Doids.
What have you done, you fucking psycho?
Sam?
Yeah. Doids been taken care of.
You know who sent him?
I never got the chance to ask.
Don't tell me you fucking killed him.
Close enough.
He won't be leaving hospital for a while.
Don't fuck up anything for yourself, okay?
Lawyer said you could be out in a few weeks.
Prosecution's case fell apart.
How'd you, uh, pull that of off?
Doesn't matter.
Looking forward to having my big, ugly brother back.
Life's been getting a little too easy without you.
Yeah, yeah, I miss you too, you little cock.
What?
You wanna fuck me? What's wrong with you?
The fuck you looking at?
This fuck.
I thought you'd be having a bit of a,
bit of a sleep in after your big night on it.
- Yeah. - You're a fucking machine.
What you reckon, was a good start?
Top notch.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You got any left?
You fucking joking, right?
Hey brother.
- Hey Bob. - How's it going?
- Oi! - Yeah?
Remember that contract on Ibrahim, Thommo told us about?
Yeah.
Cabramatta reckons the hitter is this bloke.
Remember him?
We pinched him a few years back.
Yeah, I do.
What's up?
Drums are way too loud now.
This could be the last time we do this.
Oh, that is a shame.
Not like I'll miss you.
I got a name for you.
Don't worry about it.
It's all sorted.
Some prick named Doids.
Doids?
Yeah, he killed his mate's girlfriend for pay.
No, I know who Doids is, that's not him.
It's a bloke named Henry Jambor.
Fuck.
Sam got the wrong guy.
Fuck.
What are you looking for?
Fucking phone.
I told you it's too small much.
Shut up and fucking drive.
Move, move, move, move, move you fucking ass.
Sorry, fuck, move.
Fuck.
No, please, please, please.
Please don't kill me!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Gary!
Keep your fucking voice down.
They told me to give you a hotshot.
I've already got a life sentence, Sam.
I've got this cunt, I'm doing life anyway.
They paid off my mum's credit cards.
I didn't have a choice, she's very sick.
You can go.
Sam?
It's done.
How's it going Dickie?
What? You reckon I'm a dog?
Can't be too careful.
What's going on?
You hear about this shooting a while back?
Some Vietnamese wanker got knocked.
The Viets, they think Sam did it.
Tried to kill him for it too.
Now, he didn't.
But whoever actually did it,
they need to fix it.
Now lucky for them,
I mean, there's a few more days before Sam gets out.
And uh, well they need to make it right, otherwise Sam will.
So I suggest you let your mates know that, yeah?
It'll be fixed.
Fuck it!
I don't know who you had to fuck to get me out,
but it's nice to be back in the jungle.
What does that make you? Tarzan?
Yeah and you're my chimp.
Sammy, my man. Good to see you brother.
Just get out hey? Just bust out?
Hey Stuart. Fuck off?
- Something's going to explode. - Hey!
Who's that fucker?
Just some dealer.
So I heard you setting the door pricing now.
What was I supposed to do? You weren't here.
Everything's pretty much as you left it.
Then who are all these new faces, and the dealers?
Not my department.
But setting the door price is your department?
It's good to have you back.
Hello?
Who is this?
That's the drums of war, Johnny.