[Nigel Bolt] Mr Ibrahim, you've been described
as the 'King of the Cross'
and that you control the rivers of gold that flow from it.
[siren wails]
[Doyle] John and Sam, the Ibrahim boys.
Apparently, Johnny went from doorman out in Parramatta
to owning three clubs in the Cross in a heartbeat.
[boom]
[Big Tony] If you want to be King of the Cross...
-[gun cocks] -[thud]
[gunshot]
..you have to own it.
[rapid gunfire]
Fuck! Babe!
Someone get a fucking ambulance!
-[brakes squeal] -[gunfire]
-[sniffing] -[John] What are you doing?
We used to laugh at clowns like this. Now you're one of them?
[Sam] You got every little step all figured out.
Can't let them forget who runs this street.
[John] Don't worry. They won't.
-[Crellan] See this? -[sirens wail]
[Crellan] That's my family.
[gunshot]
[Sam] There's nothing I won't do to protect my brother.
Hey! Police! Don't fucking move.
[Sam] I thought you'd be long gone now.
[John] I'm going. I just... want to take one last look.
[John] Please don't let him die. Please don't let him die!
-[engine revs] -[car horn blares]
Come on!
Get the fuck out of the way!
[tyres squeal]
[engine roars]
[horn blares]
Johnny!
[phone rings]
How is he?
[woman] It's bad, John.
It's...it's really fucking bad.
How many shots?
-I... -Where was he hit?
Everywhere!
Talk to me.
[weeps]
He's dying, John.
I'll be there soon.
[weeps]
[man] Keep the pressure! Keep the pressure!
-[people speak frantically] -[man] Hold it, hold it!
[horn blares]
[sirens wail]
[John] We need to get more guys on the doors.
Like, right away. Like, tonight.
I'll get some more people out west, huh?
We should probably send word to the boys.
-That's... -Just...do it.
[dramatic music]
[sirens wail]
[engine roars]
[Tongan Sam] He's got more behind him.
[tyres skid]
[woman shrieks]
[brakes squeal]
[sirens wail]
[tense music]
-[woman] Go again. -[machine whirrs]
-[man] Four bullets. -[man 2] Pressure!
[people speaking frantically]
[man] Get the adrenaline in now.
[man 2] Push those fluids through. Quickly. Come on.
[people speaking rapidly]
-[man] OK, thank you. -[woman] He's tachycardic.
[busy chatter]
[woman] BP's falling. 80 over 40.
[monitors beep rapidly]
[man] Somebody get the tray! Get him intubated.
Come on! Quickly!
[beeping and dialogue overlaps]
[man 2] He's going into cardiac arrest.
[man 3] Defibrillator now!
[voices overlap]
-[machine whirrs] -[man] Charge!
[monitor flatlines]
[gritty theme music]
SONG: # I don't know
# Why you're not there
# I give you my love
# But you don't care
# So what is right
# And what is wrong?
# Give me a sign
# What is love?
# Baby, don't hurt me
# Don't hurt me no more
# What is love?
# Baby, don't hurt me
# Don't hurt me no more... #
John! John!
[speaks Spanish]
The bin, John. The bin!
Vamonos. Rapido!
[phone beeps]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[footsteps approach]
[object clatters]
[both pant]
[both moan and gasp]
[speaks Spanish]
[moaning and gasping]
[both grunt]
[glass shatters]
[muffled yelling]
[both chuckle and pant]
[exclaims]
[gasps]
-[breathes heavily] -[chuckles]
[pumping dance music plays]
[both speak Spanish]
[both continue arguing]
[staff chatter lowly]
You alright?
Yeah. Why?
I saw you with Mateo.
Forget about it.
Come on, Lola. I've been watching him, OK?
What's going on?
Yeah? And what do you know about it?
I know he's a problem.
You don't know how things are.
Maybe I can help.
Please, no, OK?
He is connected to the right people.
Just stay out of it, OK?
[indistinct announcement over loudspeakers]
Rise and shine, boys.
It's payday.
What do you got for me?
Hey, you want protection or not, shithead?
Mm, good lad.
Hey, buy-up - where is it?
Didn't get any cash in my account this week.
Missus fucked it up, alright?
He's lying.
There's a hole in the mattress, back corner.
-[grunts] -Alright, mate.
[groans]
Well, look at this.
The fucking crooks in this place!
I got a thing about liars.
Fuck you.
Give me that.
Wash your mouth out.
Mn-mn.
[chuckles]
[grunting]
[groans]
[man moans and yells]
[Dean] Here you go.
[Sam] What? Is that it?
-[Funny Steve] Yeah. -Two?
Hypothetically speaking, if all goes well
with you two and the parole board...
Hey! Don't jinx it.
[Funny Steve] OK, alright. Jesus!
I was just gonna ask what you'd do when you got out.
What I'm gonna do is get a lap dance
from the fattest thing you've ever seen in your life.
You heard from John yet?
What about you, Deano?
Me? Oh, go looking for work, I guess.
Yeah, gotta find a way to help my brother.
Yours useless too?
Yeah.
Yeah, the poor bastard's got leukaemia.
Oh, fuck. Sorry, mate.
[Dean] Yeah, nah, it's all good.
Three kids under 10, though. Makes it hard.
You know much about clubs?
Oh, just that tits pretty much market themselves.
[Funny Steve laughs] Yeah.
Stripperama's not runnin' right.
Maybe I can set something up for ya, if you're interested.
[dramatic music]
[Funny Steve] Hey, look. Fresh meat.
[man] Hey, how you doin'? Good to see ya.
We got competition.
[upbeat dance music]
[John chuckles] Well, someone's feeling better.
-Mmm! -[Lola chuckles]
I thought, um...
..I thought you wanted to keep a low profile.
[dance music intensifies]
[driving dance music]
# Forever, forever
# Saying this would be forever... #
[lively dance music]
[Lola and Mateo argue in Spanish]
[Lola speaks indistinctly]
[Lola whimpers]
[Lola shouts in Spanish]
[Lola] No...
-[glass smashes] -[Lola screams]
-John, no! No! -Fuck! Go, go!
[Lola] No, no, Mateo! [gasps]
[both grunt]
-[body thuds] -Go!
[Mateo groans and yells]
[thud]
[John grunts]
[Mateo screams]
[bars rattle]
[grunting]
[tense music]
[whistles bright tune]
[metal taps]
-[shouts in Spanish] -[pan clatters]
New boys found some friends.
Fucking Aussies.
[Funny Steve] Mm, fucking Aussies.
Sam.
So me and him...
..we got history.
What type of history?
I was in his cell block before they moved me here.
So what? You want to flog him or something?
Nah.
But Jaxon's a serious guy.
He was in charge of the whole pod.
He was sweeper and everything.
And he's not gonna stop with just them.
He's gonna keep bringing guys over to his side of the yard
till he outnumbers you.
Yeah, that won't happen.
Look, me and Funny Steve, we got your back, alright?
But the rest of these guys?
I mean, they might be afraid of you,
but it don't make 'em loyal.
Maybe it's time to put this prick on show.
What, you gonna walk into your parole meeting
with blood on your greens? [chuckles]
You think I can get parole?
Mate, you walk in there and you say the right thing,
you'd be out in a month.
[pensive music]
[low chatter]
Mr Ibrahim, good morning.
I guess we'll see about that.
Well, we're all satisfied with your willingness
to participate in the inmate labour program,
but we're very concerned about your history of violence,
and you do have a fairly full history.
If you say so.
During your period of incarceration,
have you reflected on your actions?
Yeah. There's not much else to do here.
Do you feel like you've changed, Mr Ibrahim?
No.
Do you want to change?
It doesn't matter what I want, does it?
Actually, it matters a great deal.
This is about what you want.
What we want is for you to be a productive member of society.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
I'm very productive.
No-one ever handed us nothing, so...
..I'm not gonna sit here and apologise for that.
What will you do if we grant you parole?
I'll do what I've always done.
Take care of my family.
[dark music]
[voices and laughter echoing]
[gate door creaks open]
[keys jangle]
[gate shuts]
[speaks Spanish]
[shouts]
[guard yells]
[curses in Spanish]
[shouting and cursing in Spanish continues]
[shouts in Spanish]
[Dave] John!
John!
[thud echoes]
You left me.
You fucking left me.
[grunts]
[guard shouts in Spanish]
[gags]
[Anastasia coughs]
[guard asks questions in Spanish]
[guard swears and shouts in Spanish]
[Sam] Seriously, John?
John?
[groans]
Is that what you want?
Ugh!
Snap out of it.
[gulls caw]
[engine revs]
[gate creaks and shuts]
[car door opens]
-Lola? -John?
-John! -[John groans]
-What are you... -How are you?
How did you... how did you get me out?
Cash still goes a long way here.
I took your passport before the cops could get to your place.
It gave me a bit of time.
[groans]
[exhales]
[sighs]
You're not who you said you were.
No.
Why didn't you tell me the truth?
I just...
..wanted to be someone else for a while.
OK.
OK, let's go.
[seat belt clicks]
-Go where? -The airport.
I got your things and a spare change of clothes.
You've got to get off this island.
And you?
I'm gonna go to Barcelona,
try it there for a while.
You could come with me. We'd be free of Mateo there.
It's time I went home.
OK.
[melancholy music]
[engine starts]
[phone rings]
Liz Doyle.
Yeah, I put the alert in a while ago.
Today through Sydney?
-[grim music] -[car horn toots]
[engine rumbles]
-[music pounding] -[people jostle and shout]
[retches]
[men yell indistinctly]
[grim music continues]
[siren wails]
-[people shouting] -[man coughs]
[phone rings]
Hey, boss.
Why are you dressed like you're in the fucking 'Matrix'?
[Tongan Sam] What the fuck is 'The Matrix'?
[car door opens]
[car door shuts]
[rap music plays]
[Steph] When did you get in?
[John] Not soon enough by the looks of it.
[Steph] I did call you.
[John] But you didn't tell me the Cross
was a fucking ghost town, did you?
-[Steph] What did you expect? -[John] Oh, I don't know.
That you'd do your job.
Fuck you.
Fuck me?
I have been doing my job. Where the fuck have you been?
I left you in charge of the venue, Steph,
'cause you said that you could handle it.
I can.
-But the scene's changed, John. -She's right.
[Steph] Royal Commission's got the cops scared.
The casino is killing the gambling clubs.
-Girls are legal. -[Steph] We got new liquor laws.
Dealers are pushing gear right up the streets.
Everyone's carrying now.
Half the clubs have stopped reporting.
[John] OK, just...
Why didn't you do anything?
We need your permission. You never answer your calls.
[John] You don't need my permission.
And what are the Iron Bloods doing in Lasers?
They should know the rules.
It's good to have you back, John.
Whatever you do, do it fast.
[waves crashing]
[door opens]
[keys jangle]
[sighs]
[toilet flushes]
[door shuts in distance]
[low uneasy music]
[cocks gun]
[John whistles]
Oh, fuck!
John, John, John...
-Fadi. -John! It's good to see...
Oh, if that thing touches me again,
I'm gonna fucking shoot it off.
What are you doing here?
You know, looking after the place.
Oh, you're doing me a favour?
Always.
What about Mum? Who's looking after her?
Michael's there. She's cool.
Alright, well, you get your bobblehead into a taxi.
Get her the fuck out of here, OK?
We're gonna have something to eat.
The thing is I kind of told her...
Kind of told her...what?
I kind of told her the place was mine.
-Did you? -Yeah.
So if you could just...
..stay out of sight till she's gone, that'd be really cool.
Look, I'll be 30 minutes.
-Five. -Better.
[footsteps recede]
Got your message. What's up?
Well...
..John Ibrahim is back.
Probably can't make the welcome home drinks,
but you'll fly the flag for me.
We should put a taskforce on him.
For what? Understating his duty-free?
He's gonna start making moves, Kemp.
You want him to start making moves.
-Excuse me? -Look.
I know money laundering doesn't float your boat.
-OK, it's not about that. -No?
This isn't the third time in as many months
you've tried to get a transfer to major crime?
I am telling you, he's not gonna sit still for long.
I know this guy and I know what he's capable...
No, you knew this guy, and now he's a spent force.
Relax, Doyle.
Sometimes the price of promotion is boredom.
-Oh. -But it'll pass.
[pensive music]
[lighter clicks]
[guard] Johnny, arms up. You know the drill.
Thought you'd forget me, Terry, huh? I do know the drill.
[guard 2] Hey, man.
-[John] Say hi to Pam for me. -Will do, mate.
-[man] G'day, John. -How you doing, mate?
[object thuds]
You running for mayor of Long Bay
or are you here to see your brother?
Nice to see you too.
-You look good. -Nice hair.
Thanks.
What, you want to hug me?
No, I know how emotional you get.
How is it in here?
-What do you think? -Can't be that bad.
Half the people we know keep coming back.
How's the fam?
Oh, found Fadi in bed with a girl last night,
trying to pretend my place was his.
Yeah, wonder where he got that from.
He's trying to be like his older brother.
Which one?
How's Michael?
What, he hasn't visited?
Nah. I don't want him around here.
You haven't seen Mum yet, have you?
-[John clears throat] -[Sam sighs]
I can't wait for the slap she's gonna give you.
Why do you think I came here first?
You're less scary.
I'm here, aren't I?
Yeah, after two fucking years.
-It was 18 months. -Who's counting?
I guess time passes a bit different in here.
I was dealing with my own shit too, Sam.
Oh, yeah, in Ibiza?
Look, I had to disappear.
You know how much heat I was getting.
I was the only prick still standing.
-That was two fucking years ago. -It's 18 months.
You've forgotten why I'm in here.
No, I haven't.
-Don't. Don't. -What? What?
Act like you're my saviour when you're the one
that created this whole mess.
Saved your life, didn't I?
Shooting someone to fix your own mistake
doesn't make you some hero.
I did what I had to do.
You wouldn't have had to do anything
if you'd listened to me.
The amount of chaos you caused,
it could've been you and me in here.
Yeah, but it's not.
-So you got a plan? -Ugh!
Just give me a break. I only got back.
Come on. You don't wipe your ass without a plan.
What is it?
Well, I'm gonna get the Cross running right for starters.
Get some new blood in.
Good. Yeah, I might have someone for ya.
Black Flag?
Nah. Nah. It's a clever bloke in here.
Bit like you, actually.
What?
We lost a lot of good people on that street, John.
Don't let it go to shit.
I won't.
I miss you, you little cock.
[whispers] There you are...
..getting too emotional.
[soft slap]
[men chattering]
Jaxon.
-It's good to see ya. -You fucked me, Dean.
No, no, no, no. It's more complicated than that.
How?
Well, my sister, remember?
Mate, she needed that operation.
Oh, come on. You'd have done the same thing.
OK, now don't be a prisoner to the moment, Jaxon.
Remember, you gotta look a few steps ahead, OK?
Look, I can help you.
Oh, come on, mate. Seriously?
Mate, you do this, you're in here
for the rest of your fucking life.
[gasps] Sam! Sam!
-[man] What the fuck's going on? -Sam!
-[man] What's going on? -Sam! Sam!
-[man] What's doing, boys? -[Sam] Get off him!
[grunting]
Ugh!
Get out of here.
No, your parole.
You're more important to me on the outside.
Get the fuck outta here.
[alarm blares]
[Jaxon] No, no, no, no...!
[Jaxon screams]
[Jaxon moans]
[dark music]
[keys jangle]
[door locks]
[motorbike engines rev]
[music pounding in distance]
[John] Junior?
What the hell?
Have you gotten bigger? Come here.
Yeah, last time I saw you, I was, what, 16, Johnny.
[John] Have to change your name. What have you been doing?
-Gym, you know? -Has...has he got hands?
-Heavy hand like me. -Yeah, yeah, I bet.
[Tongan Sam] I just bring him here for some help.
Well, how you liking it?
Nah, it's good.
Just keen to be with the big boys now, you know?
Not much out west.
Appreciate you being here with us.
I got you, Johnny.
Steph.
[John] Where's he going?
[Tongan Sam] Don't know.
Happens all the time now.
Score here, party somewhere else.
Party where?
Probably with the gays up in Oxford Street.
Alright, when's everyone else getting here?
It's just us.
The other boys, they couldn't wait.
They have to move on.
[John inhales]
Well, let's get back to work.
Junior, you're with me.
Let's sort out these Iron Bloods.
[heavy rock music plays]
[John whistles]
I reckon there's been a little misunderstanding here
'cause the Cross is Black Flags' territory.
Not anymore it's not.
The Iron Bloods are here too now.
Ned, right?
That's me.
[John chuckles]
Well, I hate to tell you, Ned,
but, um, all of this, it's...it's...
..it's gonna have to fuck off.
And why is that?
Well, it just makes the place untidy.
And it's bad for business.
Look around. We are the business.
Right.
[bikie chuckles]
Well...things are changing.
You should think about changing with them.
Or what?
[grungy hip-hop music plays]
[John] Oi.
Get these junkie pricks out of here. Now.
[Junior] Yo.
Right, fuck out.
-Huh? -Time to go, eh?
-Get the fuck out. -Huh?
-Fuck! -[grunts]
Get out of here.
Huh? Get out.
He missed one.
[Tongan Sam] Go home, buddy.
What are you gonna do about it, princess?
Huh?
You deaf? I said what do you want?
-[grunts] -[woman] Shit!
-Oi. -[people murmur]
[cash counter whirrs]
[low sinister music]
[cash counter whirrs]
[zipper opens]
[cash counter whirrs]
Where's the rest?
[Connor] Tongan Sam.
He smashed me.
I wasn't in their clubs or nothing.
I was just standing there.
So what'd you do when he smashed ya?
Uh...
Dented a car.
Dented a car?
But I got something for ya.
That prick John's back.
[bangs table]
John Ibrahim? You saw him?
Come here. Come here!
OK, listen, I tell you what. Don't worry about it.
How about you don't go out tonight?
You can stay here with me and help me.
-Really? -Yeah.
Yeah, just put your hand out.
I just need you to hold something for me.
-[people murmur] -[Benny] What's the rule?
What's the rule?
-[Connor exclaims] -[clatter]
Don't drop it. Don't you fucking drop it!
If you drop it, we're all dead, huh?
What's the rule?
-[quietly] Bag out... -[slaps]
What's the fucking rule?!
-[Connor] Bag out, 10 grand in. -What?!
-Bag out... -I can't hear ya!
Bag out, ten grand in!
Bag out, ten grand in.
No excuses. You understand me?
[Connor whimpers]
When you're out there, you represent me.
Go fetch.
[pin clicks]
[people chatter lowly]
[cash counter whirrs]
[spruiker shouts] Alright, guys!
We've got the James Bond special tonight!
We've got the gorgeous Octopussy -
four holes and they're all girls!
Only at Porky's!
[Dean] G'day, John.
I wanted to introduce myself. My name's Dean Taylor.
[John] Oh, yeah. Um, Sam's new guy, right?
-[Dean] Yeah. -Yeah.
Your guy too if you need anything.
I need those Iron Bloods out of Stripperama.
Alright, for sure.
And anything else, just let me know.
Alright.
[man] Stand back.
Oh, shit.
I'll take any tips if you got 'em.
Yeah, one. See blondie?
Her name's Steph.
Keep out of her way.
Alright, copy that.
Cheers.
Don't put your hands on my guys again.
Why? Who are you supposed to be?
Oi, you need to fill your boy in.
You see, while you've been gone, Johnny,
I've been here doing my thing.
I don't need you getting in my way.
[John] Yeah, right, you can do your thing,
but any of your boys move up on my venues,
I'm gonna slap them.
Well, I'mma do what I wanna do.
You can do what you wanna do. You just can't do it here.
Otherwise, you're gonna learn a lesson.
I've learned lessons that you couldn't teach, brother.
You haven't learned what a good tattoo is, clearly.
You look like a colouring book left out in the rain.
Careful with the disrespect, Johnny.
People get shot for a lot less.
A lot less.
[sniffs]
Guess I'll see you around.
[inhales cigarette]
Yeah, you can wave from down the street.
[exclaims in Arabic]
-Hi. -Mwah! Mwah!
-[Mum continues exclaiming] -OK, Mum.
OK, OK, Mum. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.
Ow!
I've been...I've been busy, Mum!
-Busy, huh? -Yes!
[Mum continues in Arabic]
[John] No, no, no, I already ate, Mum. Yeah.
[Mum] Alright, alright.
[Mum mutters in Arabic]
I already visited him.
[replies in Arabic]
Fadi's moved into my house.
[Mum replies in Arabic]
-Michael. -What's going on with Michael?
Yeah, the boys he spends time with,
they're not very nice boys.
Mum, neither were we, though.
-You cheeky! You cheeky! -[exclaims in Arabic]
Cheeky! They need you here.
Michael and Fadi.
Sam, he needs you too. [speaks Arabic]
Hey, hey, hey.
Are you going to be there?
Always.
You know that.
Hey. Don't worry about Mikey.
He's just... He's figuring stuff out.
-He'll be OK. -Yeah.
-[siren wails in distance] -Go, Michael!
-Just do it. Hurry up. -I am doing it.
You're just being a fucking pussy.
You're the fucking pussy. That's why I'm the one doing it.
What are you waiting for? Just go! Come on.
-Don't touch me. -Come on!
[menacing music]
20, thanks.
Actually, I think I'll take all of them.
[boy] Oh, fuck!
[laughter echoes]
[engines rumble]
[John] Crowds aren't gonna come back the way things are.
[Steph] No shit.
[engine revs]
Oh, this fucking guy.
We need to change it up.
[Junior] All four of youse? One, two, three, four.
ID, please.
[engine revs]
-Fuck! Get the fuck in! -[gunfire]
[people scream]
[gunfire continues]
Hey!
[man] Fuck! Go!
[Tongan Sam] Where you going, eh?
-[tyres squeal] -Get the fuck out of here, eh?
[light shatters]
Hey, you OK?
-Nah, I'm good, I'm good. -[tyres squeal in distance]
-[Tongan Sam] You OK? -[Junior] I'm good, I'm good.
[panicked voices]
-[siren wails in the distance] -[car engine starts]
[car drives away]
Doyle.
[scoffs] welcome back.
How have you been?
[John] Yeah, not bad.
You?
Honestly, a bit bored.
Oh, well, glad we could help.
Yeah, I have to hand it to you,
back in the country five minutes
and you've already got people shooting at you.
How do you know when I got back in the country?
-Oh-ho, you have been bored! -How is Sam?
Yeah, not getting parole for a while.
You know things are different now, right?
Getting that idea.
You used to have a lot of friends.
Most of them are gone now.
What's your point?
My point, John, is that you've been really lucky.
You think I'm still here 'cause I'm lucky?
Well, the Royal Commission took you apart once
and we can do it again.
[footsteps recede]
Nah, you took yourselves apart with that.
Oh, really?
How?
-Good to see you, Doyle. -Good to see you too, John.
[Junior] Any idea who did it?
Doesn't matter who did it.
We gotta make a stand.
[whistles]
[bikies muttering]
-[John punches] -[all exclaim]
[Tongan Sam] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't move.
[man] Get after him, boss!
Step back here unless you want it.
Time for you to go.
Argh!
[grunts] You fuck...
[body thuds]
[groans]
[man] Get into him, John!
The Cross isn't your turf anymore.
The Cross is whatever the fuck I say it is.
[spits]
-[grunts] -Ugh!
-[John grunts] [woman] Come on! John!
[kicks]
[breathes heavily]
[liquid sloshing]
[zipper closes]
[gritty music]
[fire whooshes]
[car explodes]
[spruiker shouts] We've got small tits,
we've got tall tits.
We've got all sorts of fucking...
[dance music pounding]
[spruiker] Fucking dead. Fuck!
[footsteps approach]
This place isn't coming back anytime soon, is it?
A lot of memories for a lot of people.
We've just gotta let it lie for a bit.
We'll take our time, bring it back right.
I've got girls to pay, John.
I'm not in the business of letting things lie.
[footsteps recede]
[broody music]
Where are you going?
For a walk.
Oxford Street.
-[cheering and shouting] -[dance music pumps]
Yeah, give it to me.
[people chatter and laugh]
[woman whoops]
Can we get in?
[man speaking indistinctly]
[broody music continues]
Who are they?
[British accent] The barbarians at the gate.
[dark music]