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You're Spyro's
little sister?

I guarantee supply
far better

than anything they
could provide.

Your lot is not
welcome here.

We have to be able
to trust each other.

Yeah, we can.

Look even if I
wanted to help you,

you got the wrong bloke.

I've got nothing on John.

They're saying there
could be a deal now.

You're talking about John.

- Yeah, I know.
- It's John Ibrahim,

my family.

I fucking know that!

Who runs the
protection racket

in Kings Cross, right now?

Used to be Sam who collected
for Nasa, now it's John.

I run a video arcade Mr. Bolt.

Well would you mind
describing for me

exactly what it is
you're doing here then?

Detective Sergeant Crellan

was paid to kill
Nasa Kalouri.

I would suggest that you are
the new lifeblood

of the Kings Cross
drug trade.

But I'm not.

Calling, Mr. Richard
Dickie Needham, please.

I'm sorry.

More than a
hundred mourners gathered today

in the Western Sydney
suburb of Merrylands

to farewell Jamour Ibrahim,

father of Kings Cross
Nightclub King, John Ibrahim.

The cream of Sydney's
underworld turned out

to pay their respects,

attracting a heightened
police presence,

including officers from
the Organised Crime Squad

and the State Protection Group.

Feuds and
turf wars were forgotten

as the mourners
presented their condolences

to the Ibrahim family.

Jamour Ibrahim,
who described himself

as a professional gambler,

had been fighting a
long battle with cancer.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Hi,

I'm Anastasia.

I'm John's friend.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Mama, this is Anastasia.

Hi darling.

Thank you for coming.

Hamish.

- Hey.
- Appreciate you coming down.

All of these men,
they come for my sons.

This man,
their father,

he could only ever
dream of such respect.

The Royal Commission

into police corruption
has now wound up.

Dozens of officers
have been stood down

pending further investigation,

and protected witnesses
are in hiding.

And some, like corrupt
Kings Cross Detective,

Sergeant Bryan Crellan,
facing murder charges,

have found
themselves behind bars.

Tragically, 11 police officers
have taken their own lives

rather than face
cross examination.

Any reason for the long face?

Crellan's locked up.

Mooney's on ice,
in witness protection.

We ripped the guts
out of this thing.

Everyone's happy.

You should be out
getting drunk.

You think?

Yeah,

I do.

Just don't stay out too late.

You've got an important
meeting scheduled here

at 9:00 AM tomorrow.

You too, champ.

Big things in store guys.

Big things.

Look,
look at these fuckwits.

I want them all cleared out.

Make sure you take
some boys with you,

if you're going
to be scared.

Sam.

Good to see you back.

Fuck me.

Hey, clean this up
for Sam, yeah.

- Just a coffee, Sam?
- Yeah.

Leave this.

It's a
nice service, Sam.

Yeah. Yeah, you
boys did real good.

How's your mum holding up?
Is she all right?

All right,
you let us know, hey.

- Two, one.
- Yeah, yeah.

You're at my fucking table.

I'm kidding.

Oi, relax.
Why you so tense?

Fuckwit!

- Hey, look at us.
- Not bad, huh?

You're smiling.

We'll do this outside,
down by the pool.

There's no such thing as
organised crime anymore.

It's just this
disorganised shit

and every rat and dog,

they all want a fucking piece.

That's what we should
be worrying about.

Not what Nasa had,
you know, the good days.

That's over.

Information is the
new currency, not cash,

we can't pay our way
out of trouble anymore.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

As far as I'm concerned,
we let 'em have it.

Brother,

anyone who runs a business
in the Cross pays protection.

From who?

The clean cops you
can't pay off anymore.

Who are they protecting
themselves from?

From me.

They can protect
themselves from me.

Fuck it, I'll call it the,
um, street tax.

Osmon!

Put Desiree in the pen.

Hey, come here.

All right.

So...

You see Desiree, right?
Desiree's the red one.

There she is.

Right so,

so you got to watch out.

She, with the female, you
got to really watch out,

all right, 'cause they can
get really, really aggressive.

I mean,
in a pecking order,

you've got to be
careful as well

because the more
contained they are,

the more aggressive
they can get.

So, I mean I've seen 'em,

I've seen the females,
like, eat their young.

So, let's do this.

These fucking cockroaches.

You see what happens when
I'm gone five minutes,

they're fucking everywhere.

So what?

You want what Joey had?

Because he's doing
fucking 16 years now.

Sam, I own four clubs,
plus we're making triple

off all the other venues
we're looking after.

That is ours.

It's legitimate.

This is still my street.

That's what I'm about.

Yeah,

I know.

I just want you to
come in with me.

Work with me.

What?

Running clubs, hanging
out with celebrities

like a fucking wanker.

No.

Come on man,

it's all you.

I want something for
me like, respect.

Sam, fuck the street.

Let 'em have it.

Because in six months
they'll either be dead or gone.

I need us to work
together on this.

'Cause how we play
it out from here

is really fucking important.

Not just for us,

for Mum.

I need you to set
me up someplace.

I need a base.

Somewhere right here.

Yeah, I can do that.

You know
the great irony of the

Royal Commission is?

What's that?

It's put Kings Cross
on the map.

And now you've given every
Viet gangster on the strip,

the green light.

Yeah I know, but look
what we've fucking done.

I mean,

all we got to do is sit back
and you know,

they pay up and we're
laughing, aren't we?

And the Ibrahims?

You think they're just
going to sit back?

Well, John just wants his
fucking clubs, don't he?

And then Sam,

he couldn't organise a
piss-up in a brewery.

I mean,

we're laughing.

I think Yael's right.

I really think we need to
get John on board with this.

Why?

He's a celebrity now, right?

He's a rockstar,
he's just walking around

with a big fucking
target on his back.

They got him cornered.

And you think
that's a good thing?

We might have
just started a war.

Cemeteries kind
of creep me out.

You know, Rookwood,
it's so old.

And it's funny,

we used to live so close by
when we were kids.

We used to go all the time.

You know, me, Spyro and
our little cousin Linus.

Yeah.

We had this game that we try
and find the oldest headstone.

They were right back
to the First Fleet.

Did you know that?

Yeah, you can still find them.

Anyways.

I don't like crypts.

I mean, if I had a choice,
I'd be cremated,

because fuck sticking me
in a concrete box

with my whole family.

How well did you know him?

My brother.

Ah.

I don't know.

I thought we
talked about this.

He was around,

different crews.

He was always really
friendly with me.

Fucking drugs.

You're serious?

You want Sam to set up
in Stripperama?

Just give him access
to the bottom bar.

One of your own girls
on the books.

Dion will handle security.

Nothing else changes,
all right.

You just, treat everything
like normal.

He'll kill us.
I know it, but,

six months,
we'll see what happens.

They're fucking animals John,

him and his bikie mates.

If you want to move on,

I can set you up
someplace else.

I need to keep Sam contained.

The place would burn to
the ground without me,

and you know it.

But I want a raise.

John.

Sorry to interrupt.

Just thought it was about
time I bought you a drink.

Uh-huh.

Where's Chuckles?

Or you here to honey trap me?

He's gone home for the weekend
and I am celebrating.

I just got promoted.

Lucky me.

A brand new task force.

Good for you.

Tasked with what?

Here you go, John.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

We're sweeping up the garbage
the Royal Commission missed,

the ones who got away.

We?

Yeah, me and Luke.

A small handpicked team.

Oh, good for Mary.

Well we're after
the big dogs John,

facilitators,
the enablers.

Why are you here, Doyle?

Look I,

I wanted to say
I was very sorry

about what happened
to your friend,

Dave Campbell.

I guess we don't always
appreciate the pressures

that some people
might be under.

I prefer we change
the subject.

Well,

I think it's important
that you know

that he wasn't talking to us.

Of course he wasn't.

He was staunch.

He wouldn't talk to
any fucking jacks.

But his mate
Dickie Needham did.

We couldn't shut him up.

He was ready to spill
his guts on the stand.

Do you think maybe that's
what got him killed?

I think you're
barking up the wrong tree.

I don't give a fuck
about Dickie Needham

and the fact he's dead.

He shouldn't have talked.

Did you know that forensics

matched the bullet

that they dug out of his body

to the gun that Dave
used to kill himself?

Yeah,

it was Dave and Dickie
who robbed the Vietnamese

and shot dead their guy.

Look, I know
this is probably...

That's bullshit.

Why would Dave need to?

What, I don't know.

Everyone needs extra cash
for something, don't they?

Maybe he had
a special project.

Anyway, we think
he killed Dickie

to stop him rolling on you

and then just
tidied up the whole mess

by taking his own life.

Listen John,

there are people
who need to pay

for their role
in all of this.

We all have our cross
to bear, Detective.

Come on.
Come on, you could help me.

I don't have the kind
of access that you do.

Enjoy your drink.

What's doing boys?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Doesn't look like nothing
with those matching bumbags.

Not a fucking boy band,
are youse?

It's cool,

we got the green light.

- It's pay to play up here.
- Not anymore, it's not.

Change of management.

Must be out of the loop.

What?

What, well why doesn't
anyone tell me this shit?

Huh?

Son of a...

And then I wouldn't
have to do that.

And that.

Tell your boss,

if I see youse here again,

I won't be so
gentle next time.

Now fuck off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bumbags.

Why do we got to
pay for protection for

when you don't even
have the fucking jacks

on the take anymore?

We've been out there
on our own now,

fucking three months.

And now all of a sudden,

you want us to
fucking pay you rent?

Fuck me, Sam.

It's, it's, it's my risk.

I've got enough to
worry about now,

with real fucking cops.

What the fuck are we
actually paying you for?

Hey? Come on guys,
back me up here.

Oh fuck, Sam.

No mate, fuck!

Sam, I didn't mean nothing
by it. Jesus! Fuck!

What the fuck!?

This fucking came
through the fucking window.

Jesus fucking Christ, Sam.

Anyone else?

I'm confused,

I'm letting you
guys work up here.

All I ask is that you pay your
rent every fucking Thursday.

I'm not your friend.

I'm not your partner.
I'm your fucking landlord.

You'll all get two runners each,

if I see more than 10
people on the street,

then I come asking why.

Just stick to your spot.

You need to talk to me?

The boys at the door
know who you are.

Any questions?

So, this thing
at the window.

That happened while
I was in the toilet.

Stuart's been talking a lot

about how he's been
feeling depressed

and shit lately.

You know.

You all heard that, right?

Yeah.

Sorry about Dave.

You knew,

about us?

Yeah.

He loved you, you know.

He would've wanted
you to have that.

Take care, Simone.

Stop him!
Come here, come here.

Hey you.

Fucking get him
out of here. Fuck him off.

Yeah.

You need to curb your dog,

or there'll be consequences.

Everything's changed, Tony.

Nasa's dead.

Joey's in super-max.

Ezra? No one gives
a fuck about anymore.

What?

Without the jacks,

he's just an old guy
who's had his day.

He ought to be
fucking grateful.

If he wants to talk to me,

that's fine.

He can come stand outside

and line up like everyone else.

That's the message you
want me to take back?

Yeah.

It's my fucking street.

If the old man can't get
that through his head,

I don't know what to tell you.

And I'm not kicking up,

so you can tell him
all that's done,

it's finished.

Isn't he in bed
with the Viet's?

Yeah.

So he can have Cabramatta.

What does he want,
the whole fucking city?

I just worry mate,

about the consequences.

I've known him,
a long fucking time.

And I've known you
a long time, Tony.

And I respect you brother,
I do.

But your boss made his choice

when he sided
with the Asians.

What about your brother, Sam?

What about John?

He's all right with
all this, is he?

You know what?

You're right.

It's the wrong message.

Forget about it.

Instead, you tell your boss

that I'll let his
dealers onto the street,

when he comes here in person
and asks permission.

And I don't give a fuck

if he's holding
my brother's hand.

He asks me himself.

Now,

I'm still going to tell
him to go fuck himself,

but I'll let him walk
out of here alive.

All right.

That was the message.

Okay, bye.

What's his
brother suggest?

I mean, I presume you've
spoken to him about this.

Look, he's a club owner.

Give me a break, Jesus Christ.

- John, doesn't deal in drugs.
- Oh, no.

He convinced a
Royal Commission.

So did you,
convince a Royal Commission.

So what, he's an altar boy
all of a sudden...

- What did you just say to me?
- Oh, please.

Girls, girls,
I think we're getting

a little bit
side-tracked here.

Yeah, can we just
keep to the point?

It's a Wednesday,
I've got a schedule

and we've spent half an hour,

discussing the psychological
profile of a drug addict.

I mean, I don't even know

what the fuck I'm doing here.

You know what, Ezra?
I'll go start lunch.

Nice one.

Look, um,

he's a thorn in my side.

All right, which means that
he's a thorn in your side.

So what do you want me to do?

Walk up to Sam Ibrahim
and shoot him in the face?

You can do that?

It's 800 feet of road.

All right, and you've got a
brand new shiny police force.

I mean, you can't control that?

It's not fucking Columbia.

Look, if you need a motion
to put together a task force,

I can use my influence.

The Premier will listen to me.

Anywhere you like girls.

I need your full support.

Anywhere you like.

- Thanks.
- Wonderful.

Enjoy.

This looks great.

What have we got here?

I think I bought this...

Those other ones,
you can send them away...

Frank, what the fuck's
going on here?

We all set?

All set, sir.

Go.

John, pick up.

Yeah.

I've got the Consorting
squad out here.

They said they got a warrant.

Who's in charge?

Detective Donnelly.
He's gone in the back way.

Puck, you do not let them in,
all right.

You just stay there.
Just hold 'em off.

Licensing and
compliance check, sir.

Are you the proprietor?

Who sent you?

Are you John Houssam Ibrahim?

Answer the question.

I'm going to have to get you to
open up that safe for us, sir.

Any weapons on site you
want to declare now?

What the fuck
are you doing?

He's fucking laying them.

- Get out of his face.
- You get out of my face.

Get your fucking
hands off me.

Put your hands up!

What the fuck
are you doing? Fuck!

Go, go. Close the door.

I'm hurt,
you fuckwits.

John, you need
to speak with him.

We're not going
to survive this.

All right, John?

You don't tell Ezra Shipman
to go fuck himself.

I thought you wanted order.

Order? What order?

There are good businesses
shutting down left and right

because of you and your
fucking greasy mates.

Listen to him.

But, no, that is
exactly the point.

You don't fucking listen.

I asked you to leave
it with me, okay?

To work with me.
And instead you do this.

I would've fucking
stabbed him in the eye.

Or push him out
a fucking window?

Is this your
grand plan, Sam?

What, you smash a few
lines with the boys,

you do whatever
the fuck you want,

you get yourself thrown
back in prison again,

and you leave me to clean
up your mess like always.

Do you know how it feels
to have to stick up

for you when you are actively
the one fucking us over?

Knowing that my big
brother is a fucking...

It's fucking embarrassing, Sam.

And you know the
only way this ends is

either you or me or both of
us end up in prison or dead.

And yet you still
fucking do it.

I don't know how
to help you anymore.

Help me?

Help me, John?

Help me do what?

To get out of your way,
to get in line?

Shut up and play the
soldier for ya?

Why am I the problem
all of a sudden, John?

'Cause I'm bad for business?

That's my blood
on that street.

It's my fucking blood too.

Yeah, but you were smart.

You were always
smarter than me.

You made sure you took
a piece for yourself.

I wasn't the problem
back then, was I?

Nah, I was a fucking hero.

The great Sam Ibrahim.

As soon as I start standing
up on my own two feet,

I'll take a piece for
myself here and there.

And I stopped taking
orders from Ezra,

and Nasa fucking Kalouri.

And my little brother,
all of a sudden,

no one wants to know me.

Don't worry.

I know what I am.

I'll save you
the embarrassment.

The last thing I ever
fucking wanted in the world

was for you to help me.

Sam.

Just do what
you got to do, John.

I'll do me.

Maybe just go down
the shop or something.

And do what, exactly?

I don't know, go and
read some magazines,

or bloody buy
some orange juice

or talk to the lady
at the counter.

The lady at the counter? Have
you been down there lately?

No.

'Cause that lady at the counter
is a 15-year-old dropout

who uses instant coffee in
the fucking espresso machine.

Oh c'mon.

No I watched him do it, Declan.

He literally,
the kid served me

an international roast
cappuccino with two teaspoons

out of a fucking can.

Why don't you go and
buy some fishing rods?

Oh fishing rods.
That's a great idea.

Yeah, go down
to the river bend

when the kids get home
from school or something.

Well you know people
actually do come here

by choice, you know, to do
some fishing. Take it in.

Buy a fucking fishing rod?

Ah, for fuck's sake, Princess,
shut the fuck up.

Jesus fucking Christ
I'm going to kill her.

Great, give the kids something
else to cry about when

they get home from school.

- Shoot that fucking dog.
- You fucking little shit.

- Fucking Wyee.
- Motherfucker!

I guarantee you, if you
look it up it means 'shithole'.

Thanks for coming.
I appreciate it.

You know my,
my daughter Sarah?

She won't come
and visit me in here.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Yeah.

What the?

John, Jesus fucking...

Kill the engine.

Do it.

Got any plans tonight?

My, it's my wife's birthday.
My daughter's coming.

Her husband, grandkids.

- That would be nice.
- Yeah.

Happy birthday.

I'm not the only
one with copies.

What do you, do you?

Is this?

You want money?

Is this a blackmail thing?

You need to be really
careful how you speak

to me right now, Senator.

I've got money.
Plenty of it.

And I earned it.

I'm not like you.

What I want is an address,
but also for your mate,

the Assistant Commissioner
here, to pull his goons

off the strip and
let me run my venues

without unwarranted interference.

That one,
I'm going to hold you to.

I don't know what
kind of influence

you think I might have.

Your daughter, Ashley?

How old would she be now,
what 32, 33?

Life has worked out
pretty well for her

since Spyro became
a distant memory.

Of course you and I
both know that the reason

he's been off the scene
is 'cause his brains

are probably still
ground into his workshop.

And his mate Gibbo, well, I
reckon he was pretty unlucky

to be visiting him that night.

So those, fuck,
you can have those.

Who gives a shit?
That's page three gossip.

Nothing compares
to what you have done.

Double homicide.

It's not the best look
for a senator, is it?

Yeah, just a middy
of New there, China?

Yeah, all right.

- Just passing through mate?
- Yeah.

Yeah, no, strictly
speaking, here and back.

Yeah, flew into Newy from
Melbourne this morning,

drove an hour.

Back to Newy this arvie.

See if I'll be home for tea.
Cheers, digger.

I'm just delivering
a message is all.

I'll tell you what,
Declan, how about you and I

just cut to the chase, eh?

Let's get this
over and done with.

It's just you and me, mate.

We're going somewhere?

Not if I can help it.

So, there's this
bag here, right?

I saw you looking
at it earlier.

There's a hundred grand
in there. True story.

Do a lot with that,
I reckon.

So, here's what's
going to happen.

In about 30 seconds,
I'm going to go over there.

I'm going to take a piss.

And if I come back out here

and you're still
drinking your beer then

I'm going to grab the
bag and go back to Newy,

fly back to Melbourne and
tell the fella that gave it

to me that you don't want it.

And that's your choice.

Or, you take the bag,

you put it in the boot

of that Camry of yours out
there and you drive back

to the missus and the kids
there on Florence Street.

You keep the lot of it.

I'm not lying to you.

Declan.

But, you will have to do
something for me in return.

What is it?

Change your statement.

Tell the coppers you
got your story wrong

on the night Nasa Kalouri
fell off the face of the earth.

You were drunk.

Your former partner, Bryan,
he dropped you at the pub.

You and Kath,
you were going through

a rough, rough, rough spot.

You needed some time by
yourself so you sat there

watching the sport on the
telly, probably drinking

a little more
than you should've.

Then, when the cops finally
got you they verballed you

and they had you tell 'em
everything they needed to hear

so they could pin
something on your partner.

Now, that is a lot
to remember so,

I've written it down.

You just follow the script.

Okay.

And Declan, you know I can't
make your mind up for you,

but since you're in so-called
witness protection, gee,

I'd be thinking how easy was
it for this fellow to come

in here and find me sitting on
my favourite little bar stool.

You understand
what I'm saying?

Have a good day.

Shot.

Yeah.

Tony.

Shit.

Yeah.

Just let me know all the
details when you know.

I'll be there.

I'm really sorry.

- Thanks for coming.
- Of course.

- All the best, Ezra.
- Thanks a lot.

I'll bring your car around
the front in just a moment.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Well, I got to admit I wasn't
expecting to see you today.

I came to pay my respects.

For what?

The deceased.

Say her name, John.

To Yael.

You're very honest, John.

I like that about you.

Okay, so we're in conflict.

You and me, which is a
shame, but you're in my home.

So what do you
want to talk about?

Go on pick a subject,
any subject.

Kings Cross.

Really?

I mean, come we, let's
talk about death, shall we?

I mean a fucking heart
attack for fuck's sake.

I mean, how random can it be?

You know she was, she
was looking me in the eye

just right in the eye
the second that she died.

You know, right here.

Last thing she ever saw.

Your brother told me to go
fuck myself. Did you know that?

What do you want from us?

Well, last week I wanted
to get your attention,

which I did obviously.

But now, right now, I think

I want what I had.

I want my wife back.

Yeah.

And I want your lunatic
brother to fuck off back

to Parramatta or wherever
the fuck you guys come from.

You're all so violent.

All such violent men.

I mean, what is that?
Why is that?

Well, what do you want?

You want the
fucking world, right?

The thing is, I don't
give a fuck anymore.

I bled you, John.

And one day your brother will
die violently and he will not

have my fucking sympathy.

I don't think
we should be having

this conversation right now.

Probably not.

No.

But still, maybe I saved you
from the same fate, right?

Yeah.

I have to piss.

Just give me a second,

I'll go move the Bentley
and you're good to go.

Thank you.