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That's the problem there.
You know it and I know it.

Oh, Christ, a bit of wine with dinner.

You're not walking out on us.

Shit!

Oh, Jesus, Maria.

WOMAN: Got an invitation to be a D.
By who?

Welcome to the Kings Cross
detectives, love.

Bloody great to be here.

You're out with me today, love.

Can I see your ID, madam?
I don't think I've got any.

I'll have to ask you to get inside
so I can do a full body search.

Well, hello.

I wouldn't mind grabbing my money
and getting out of here.

Dave's got all the takings and he's...

What?

I can give you 100 bucks each
out of my own pocket.

The deal was 750.

This is Shaka.
Got into a bit of shit in Leb.

ARGGH!

So I give him a job.

You not work in the Cross no more.

You stick this in your arse!
BILL: All this fighting, Louis.

Now we got bad feelings.

Hey, I didn't do this, John.
I just run a business.

You start wars, finish 'em yourself, mate.

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪

NARRATOR: Every Friday at 11 o'clock,

Louis Bayeh would go to Kings Cross,
collect his standover money

and sit down to lunch
at his favourite restaurant.

Louis always parked his car
right out front in a 'No Standing' zone,

but he never got booked.

He always got the best table
in the house, but he'd never pay a cent.

He was a man who expected respect

and for a long time,
that's exactly what he got.

But all good things must come to an end,

and for Louis, the end came
in the form of Benny Kassab's boys,

Norm Korbage and Shaka...

young guns with no respect
for age or reputation.

REPORTER: Police say
that Bayeh's Ermington home

was sprayed with automatic rifle fire,

probably from a moving vehicle.

Given that Bayeh's wife and children
were home at the time,

it was described as a minor miracle
that no-one was hurt.

BAYEH: Anybody got a problem with me,
they know what I look like.

Why don't they come
have problem with me?

They come to shoot my family,
my children? This my house!

When asked whether he would
be seeking police protection,

Mr Bayeh said, "I don't trust them.

"Police are the main problem here."
Oh, shit!

I made you some breakfast.

Thanks.

I have to go to work now.
I'm... kind of late.

I'll just leave this here.

LENNIE: Now back in the old days,

whenever there was
bad blood down here,

George'd sit everybody down
and they could talk it out.

TALK it out.

Ben, I thought you might like to kick off.

Like you said, I come here
to smooth things over.

Hey, Louis, I swear on my mother, man,

I had nothing to do with
your house getting shot up.

These are for your wife.

And, uh, this is for you.

And your mates, Shaka and Norm,
they gonna send flower too?

I dunno where they're at, Louis.

You tell them
to shoot my house, they shoot.

You tell them to come here,
they no come?

Hey, I never told them to shoot.

That's garbage. Bullshit.

Hey, I'm not bullshitting, man.
Bullshit!

Fucking bullshit, mate!
Hey!

Come on, Louis.
Just calm it down, hey?

Lennie, I come here for you
because you ask me.

I no come here for insult.
Insult? What insult?

I gave you money, mate.
What do you want?

Fuck your money! I want payback.
Hey, Louis.

Tell me where they are
or I make you pay.

You choose, Kassab.

That went well, huh?

How'd you go?

Fuck!

Screw the prick, man.

Benny, this is getting out of hand.

Oh, what, you think I like it?

Hey, I can't walk down the Strip now.

I gotta carry a piece

'cause Louis's monkeys,
they're looking to smash my head.

Yeah?

You know the fucking rules, OK?

No shooting.

Oh, yeah? And if he comes at me,
what do I do, huh?

Let him blow my brains out?

Hmm.

Sean Sinclair.

And, of course, you remember
Chook Fowler, our fearless leader.

Hi.
Jesus.

When you said
you were bringing in new talent,

I didn't think you meant this kind.

Debbie Webb, if I could introduce you

to Detective Constable
Claudia Campanelli,

just over from North Sydney.

I thought you two ladies could...

Ladies, if you could get us a pot of tea,
I'll have it in me office.

Lucky you're here.
We needed a new tea lady.

That's Detective Constable Tea Lady.
(CHUCKLES)

So what can I expect over here?
A bit of a jungle, hey?

(CHUCKLES) You're not wrong.

Chook's OK. I mean,
he'll have a perve, but he won't touch.

Eddie's inclined to flop his
old fella out after a few drinks.

Uh, Scully, he's a teddy bear...
no real harm there.

OK. I meant what can I expect
on the streets?

Oh, right. I forgot about the street.

North Sydney was pretty sleepy.
Mostly domestics and shoplifts.

But the Cross,
this is the sharp end of the job.

Yeah.

Well, Benny Kassab, we could, uh...

...we could load him up, send him off.

It was a lot smoother
when it was just the Bayehs.

Bloody Louis Bayeh's the problem.
We should load him up.

No! No, no.

A, it won't shut him up.
B, Louis's got mates.

Now, they might be getting old,
but they still got teeth.

But, Chook, we give in
to an ape like Bayeh,

what message does it send?

How are we gonna walk down the street
with our heads up?

OK, look. I don't give a shit what you do.

You just make sure
that this doesn't blow up

or else we are all covered in it.

My fucking temper.
My temper always make problem for me.

What if Shaka and Norm apologised?

What, so they shoot my house,

they fucking say sorry,
everything alright?

No. Fair enough.

You need a result.

I gotta look strong here.
I can't fucking lose respect.

If they got pinched,
went away for a year, or 10,

your problems would be solved.

Louis wants peace with Benny Kassab.

But he's got a condition.

Shaka and Norm... they gotta do time.

The drive-by's not my brief.
Parramatta's got it.

And they don't know where Shaka
and Norm are at. Only Benny does.

You find out where they are from Benny,

I tell Louis's cops in Parramatta
and then we got peace.

I'll see what I can do.

I had a little word with Trevor

and he reckons Norm and Shaka
have gotta hand themselves in.

No. No way.

Louis Bayeh's coppers get 'em,
they're gonna be rooted.

Who said anything about
Louis Bayeh's coppers, hey?

The boys come in,
me and Trev will charge 'em,

give 'em a slap on the wrist...

done and dusted before the Parramatta
boys even get a whiff, alright?

Louis Bayeh saves face

and you, you get back to business

and the people of New South Wales
are well and truly served.

No. Norm won't do time.

Benny, you're not listening, are ya?

I just said a "slap on the wrist".

And we'll give him bail on the spot.

DAVE: Jesus, you look hot.

Yeah, well, have a good look
'cause you're not touching.

Kimmy...
I'm at work. Piss off.

I promised my friends 750 each
for that strip show of yours.

And what do you do?
You piss off without paying a cent.

I'm sorry about that, really.

I bought a part in a florist.
It's been a bloody nightmare.

A florist? And how is this my problem?

I ended up spending
some of the money from the show

to cover my bills.

I thought maybe
you'd help me organise another show.

Gale and Mel are still pissed off
about the first one.

Who cares about them?
You were the star, Kim.

Jesus, every cop in Sydney's
talking about you.

I reckon you were born to strip.

I could... help you get set up.

What do you say?

(MOANING AND GRUNTING)

Hey.
Yeah.

Cuff me.

Are... you sure?
Yeah.

That's hot.

Is it?
Mm-hm.

Hurt me.

I don't wanna do that.

I want you to.
No.

Here.

God, I'm sorry.

Just a lot of men like that.

I don't.

That's not how I see you.

I could marry a woman like you, Kim.

When we get in there,
we tell Trevor we were off our heads.

We were coked off our eyeballs, man.
We didn't think about Louis's kids.

Hey, it's cool, man.
You can tell him yourself.

(HORN BLARES)

Where are we going, Benny?
What this place?

This is the cop shop, man!
Oh, you bullshit me!

This is where we're meeting them.

It's bullshit!
I'm not bullshitting you, alright?

Bayeh's got half the cops in Sydney
in his back pocket.

We go in there, they'll find us dead
in a fucking cell!

Hey, Bayeh and his boys,
they're in Parramatta.

This is Bankstown, bro. It's neutral.

You said a meeting, man.
You said a meeting!

Hey, youse come in here now,
Trevor's gonna look after you boys,

I'm telling ya.

Trevor Haken? And Trevor Haken
doesn't take money off the Bayehs?

Man, he's the first in line!

I swear to God, Norm.
Norm, I give you my oath.

You cop a little charge now,

you get bail,
you'll be home for dinner, huh?

Hey, you know I got your back, yeah?

TREVOR: Alright, we'll do it upstairs.

I'm gonna go grab a couple of coffees,

you boys have a chat,
I'll come back in 10.

Come up with a credible explanation
that puts you in the clear.

It's not on. It's just for practice.

So, tell me the version
where you're not the shooter, hmm?

Huh?

Well, on that night,
youse were coked off your heads, right?

OK, but let's just call it booze.

It'll play better if it gets to court.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

So youse were that pissed, mate,
youse didn't know what was going on,

either of you.

OK, so who pulled the trigger?

Some guy called Joe.

I had never seen him before.

Some guy called Joe.
I'd never seen him before.

I'd never seen him before.
I'd fallen asleep by then.

Some guy called Joe.

He gave us some choof, smoking gear,
really knocked us around.

So Joey asks me, "Can I drive?"
I say, "No worries."

Joey says to me,
"Let me drive your car."

'Cause I'm off my head, right?

'Cause I am off my head, yeah?

TREVOR: And where did he drive you?

You see, I'd fallen asleep in the back.

I'm in the back of the car.

And all of a sudden... all of a sudden...

bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang, bang, bang!

The guy's shooting out the window!

How was I supposed to know
he was gonna start shooting?

I just wanted to go out
and get some honeys.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Oh, shit.

3:46pm. I am suspending this interview
for a toilet break.

You're a cheeky little prick, Haken.

Get back over there. Now!

They're mine!
That drive-by happened on my patch.

Wiley, I wish I could help,

but I'm already three-quarters done
taking their statements.

Really? On what charge?

I'd say firearms related.
Bullshit!

It was attempt murder.

Norman Korbage says
the shots were fired by a third party.

Now, unless you've got something
that shows different,

there's no way
attempt murder's gonna fly.

Fine, but if these little pricks
just walk out of here,

then my credibility is shot, Trevor.

BENNY: You said they'd get bail.

JIM: Well, bail's been opposed.
Yeah, by who?

By us, the police.

I gave them my word, mate.

Well, that was before Louis's mates
came down from Parramatta

and made us all look stupid.

Yeah, you gave me your word!
Hey!

Mate, I did my best, OK?
So just have a little bit of gratitude.

Otherwise, things could get
a lot worse for all concerned.

Understand? Come on.

NARRATOR: The Kings Cross
detectives' interest in the case

was purely financial.

They wanted to keep two good earners
out on the street.

But for Benny Kassab,

it was all about honouring
a promise to his mates...

men who took broken promises
very seriously.

SONG: # Well, just because
you think I'm a good old egg

♪ Don't catch chickens
before they hatch

♪ Now, if you've got the mind
You're going to two-time me

♪ Baby, you've met your match

♪ If you think you can two-time me
one more time

♪ Don't count your chickens
before they hatch

♪ Don't count your chickens
before they hatch. ♪

Larkins has got a new partner.

Apparently he drives like Greg Norman.

I hope you didn't invite me along
just for my drive, Minister.

(LAUGHS) Of course not.

Putting's important too.
(LAUGHS)

NARRATOR: Dennis Kelly thought golf

was the most boring way
to spend an afternoon ever invented,

but he loved politics,

and no-one played that game
better than Dennis.

WALLIS: Dennis Kelly.
Justice Larkins, it's an honour.

Ken, Dennis, meet Sid Hillier.

G'day, Dennis. Been a while.

NARRATOR: Dennis and Sid
graduated the academy the same year.

They hated each other then
and nothing had changed.

Yeah, can't seem to get away
from each other.

Your vehicle's in a 'No Standing' zone.

I always park there.

Well, now I need to park there

so you move it or you're gone
for obstructing police.

Monica, move my car.

You stay where you are.
You're moving that car yourself.

Now.
I'm eating.

You don't move it, you'll be in
the fucking lockup eating slops,

which I will personally piss in.

Too much chilli!

Oh, shot, Dennis.

LARKINS: That's the one.
Hey?

So, Detective, what do you make
of this mess in the news?

The Bayeh drive-by?

Not much. A bunch of low-level idiots
squabbling over drug money.

I know someone on this case...
Malcolm Bigg.

He tells me
a couple of fellas up the Cross

are interfering in the investigation.

Haken and...

Egan. Jim Egan.

They're both friends of yours,
aren't they, Den?

Egan and I go way back.

Haken... when he made Detective,
he was under me.

So you'd vouch for these two men?

In my opinion,
they're both talented investigators.

I hope so.

I've got this Hatton bastard

banging on about
a royal commission into policing.

Last thing the government wants
is to give him ammunition.

Oh, shit.

NARRATOR: When Eddie Gould
asked Debbie Webb

to investigate a break and enter with him,

she wasn't suspicious.

At first, she'd hoped
it was a rare opportunity

to be involved
in some actual police work.

Even when it didn't work out that way,

she assumed Eddie had dragged
her along to shirk on his paperwork.

Here you go, Deb. I got all the details.

You can finish it off
when we get back to the station.

I haven't even seen the point of entry yet.

I've seen it. Now come on.

Wanna get back to the Bourbon
while they're still frosty.

Giddy-up.

But that seemingly run-of-the-mill
break and enter report

would start a chain of events

that would change
not only Debbie Webb

but the whole of the New South Wales
Police Force forever.

DENNIS: Chookie!

Chief Inspector Kelly
at my bloody drinks, hey?

Here we go. Here we go.

Come on, ya poofter!
Your mate just got a bloody promotion!

Chief Inspector's here.
Yeah, Trev's off the booze.

Sheer bloody miracle.
Right up there with the virgin birth.

(LAUGHTER)

Sergeant fucking Scullion.
Gives us all hope, eh?

Yeah, true. If Scully can make sergeant,
even Eddie's got a shot.

Hear you went out on a job with him.

Break and enter.
Dragged me out to Rooty Hill.

Bloke who got robbed...

tall, big house
with a double arched garage?

Yeah, that's right.

That's Eddie's brother.

He had a different surname.

Changed it, didn't he?

Bit of history on him,
not entirely glorious.

So you're saying I've put my name
on an insurance scam?

Let me guess... Eddie filled in
the particulars, but got you to sign it?

There's your answer.

See if the poolroom upstairs is open, eh?

Fuck.

Here, let me get you another drink.

DENNIS: I been watching
Louis Bayeh on the news.

Seems you blokes are running a bit hot.

There's a kid... Ben Kassab.

Jim's been playing him for a while now.

Come on. Egan's got as much drive
as a wet toilet roll.

You're running things down here.

So what's the score?

There's gotta be more
than a drink in this.

Ben's got a few young guns,
itchy nutters.

If I step out now and let him sink...

Might all start shooting each other.
Mmm.

Now Louis's put Parramatta onto us.

This isn't coming from Louis.

You got big guns
shooting for you, Trevor.

Yay!

(MEN JOSTLE AND LAUGH)

DEBBIE: Walked to me car!

I don't think I've met a gentleman
since I got here.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Sean, you're a nice guy, but...

Yeah, that's me... Mr Nice Guy.

(BEETHOVEN'S
'ADAGIO SOSTENUTO' PLAYS)

Wow! That was good! Good technique.

(LAUGHTER)

Righto, smart-arse.
Let's see how good you go.

No, no, hold on.

You gotta hold the cue like this.

I know how to hold a pool cue, Eddie.

I know you do, Claudia. I know you do.

(LAUGHTER)

(KEYS DROP)

Jesus, maybe if I cuffed her to the table,
she'd stay still for a minute, eh?

Maybe when you sink a ball,
you can talk to me.

Till then, I'll choose my own shots.

(MEN SCOFF)

Hey. Eddie, what are you... Stop it.
Eddie, what are you doing? Ow!

(LAUGHTER)
Come on! Fuck.

Now, you see, Claudia,
in pool you need to keep a steady hand.

This will keep you nice and steady.

Jesus. Grow up.

Alright, alright, very funny.

You know, my nephew does this...

when he's losing a game,
he flips the board over.

Mind you, he's five. (LAUGHS)

Shut the door.

No. Joke's over, Eddie.
Shh.

Jesus. Let me go, Eddie.
Shh.

Fuck. Let me go!
Shh.

Let me go.

('A DAGIO SOSTENUTO' CONTINUES)

(YELLS INAUDIBLY)

I don't know how I'm ever
gonna face them again.

You won't have to. They're going down.

What?

We'll go to Internal Affairs.
No.

Yep. I'll back you up.
The shit that I've seen.

I don't want you to tell anyone about this.

You can't let them get away with this.

Would you complain if it was you?
Fuck oath I would.

If I make a fuss about this, I'll be out.

I'll never work as a cop again.

Then I'll make the fuss. I'll wear it.

You just give me the go-ahead.

No, Debbie.

I want you to promise me
that you won't say anything, OK?

Alright?

(DRIVING MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE)

MAN: Kim, right?
Oh, yeah. Hi.

How's things?
She's looking for Dave.

Yeah, I'm must making some bookings
for a function of his,

but he hasn't called me yet.

What function?
The strip show, dickhead.

Second one's this weekend, right?
Yeah.

I'm not sure
I should be talking about that.

Why not? Just about
the whole station's got tickets.

Aside from Joe. His mum'd kill him.
Piss off.

Seriously, the way they're selling,

I reckon Joanne'll be flying first-class.

Joanne?
Dave's wife.

Isn't that what the second one's for?
To pay her way?

Though why he'd want the missus along
on a footy trip

is a bloody mystery to me.

Oh, that's fucking crazy.

Um... yeah, thank you.

Hey, you sure you don't want
to leave him a note?

No, that's fine. Just tell him
I popped around for a chat, OK?

NARRATOR: With Norm and Shaka
still in custody,

Benny Kassab was seriously exposed.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Louis Bayeh could command a virtual
army of thugs and standover men

while Benny just didn't have the pull
to get his own army together.

So instead he recruited a one-man army.

Benny had come a long way in a hurry,

from humble doorman to a major player
in a matter of months.

He thought he could have it all...

millions in the bank, pretty girl
on his arm, respect on the street.

And he wanted the heavyweight title
that went with it...

King of the Cross.

BENNY: Hey, beautiful! Hey, hey.

Why don't you stop for a minute? Huh?

Oh, shit. Let me buy you a drink.

How about lunch? No? Dinner?

How about a sports car?

I don't need a sports car.
No, but you'd look great in one.

Hey, if you change your mind,
I'll be right here...

the Budget.

Yo, it's my place, baby!

Hey! Hey, Louis!

(ANIMAL SNARLING)

(ANIMAL SNARLING)

Hey, any time, Louis. Just pop by, mate!

You really think he'll call straightaway?

Yeah, well, they said
the slimy prick starts at 6:00

and it's five past now, so I...

(PHONE RINGS)

There we go.

Hello.

I just got told you popped in,
looking for me.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to get you into trouble.

It's just that we need to finalise
the plans for the show

and you didn't call me, so...

If it's anything like the last one,
I'm sure it'll be fine.

Actually, it's... it's a little bit different
from the last one.

See, some of the girls that are doing it,

um, they're actually
really into each other.

'Into'?

As in...

As in when they do the lezzo stuff,
they're not acting.

I mean, they really go for it.

So it's gonna be, like,
one big all-girl orgy on the stage.

Is that OK?

Christ, I should have
increased the door price.

Yeah, and because, um...
because there's six girls,

it's gonna be a lot longer, so I think
you should buy some more booze.

Bloody oath! (CHUCKLES)

Jeez, watching those lesbians
must be thirsty work, eh?

'Bye!

(GROANS)

NARRATOR: Dennis Kelly
wasn't a religious man,

but he did have principles.

His second rule
was 'L ook after your mates'.

His first rule... 'L ook after number one'.

MAN: Dennis, good to see you, mate.

So what can I do for you?

Uh, the Louis Bayeh drive-by.

There's been rumours
that the investigation

wasn't entirely, uh, kosher.

And you wondered
whether IA were getting involved?

(CHUCKLES) Are you?

Mate, if I talk to you about this,

I'm putting my arse on the line
for a good kicking.

Mmm.

Does the name Benny Kassab
mean anything to you?

He's a criminal associate of the shooters
in the drive-by.

What if I gave you information about
his relationship with Trevor Haken?

If you're assisting with the inquiry,

then obviously it would be necessary
to discuss the details of the case.

Well, you have my full cooperation.

There's an allegation that charges
in relation to the Bayeh drive-by

were improperly downgraded.

Hmm.

Jim Egan and Trevor Haken
were mentioned.

Someone pushed it along upstairs?

Pushed it to the top of our list.

What can you tell me about
Trevor Haken and this Benny Kassab?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I've just told IA about your connection
to Benny Kassab.

What?

They're gonna pick him up.
They'll be looking for him to shop ya.

Shit, Dennis. You've fucked me!

I needed information, Trevor.
The best way to get it is to give it.

And what good'll that do me
when I'm facing charges, huh?

IA, mate, were already all over this.

They'd have found out
about you and Kassab soon enough.

The smart move now
is to admit the association.

So I'm going to register you
as a police informant.

That just means that if anyone asks...

Informant? Nah, I'm no dog.

Look, it's just a form

so we can explain to Internal Affairs

why you, me and Egan
have had so much contact.

Egan keeps telling me
he's gonna fix things for my boys.

Nothing happens, mate, hey?

I mean, I'm starting to think
he's taking Louis's side.

Alright, so from now on,
you deal with me direct

and I'll fix things up
for Shaka and Korbage, alright?

Well, I am gonna need some cash
to get that started.

Five thousand will do it.

I already gave Jimmy five grand.

Well, I don't know anything about that.

But if you want this sorted,
I'm gonna need some money.

NARRATOR: Trevor Haken's hand
was always out,

but it wasn't just because he was greedy.

Perhaps no-one had ever told him
you can't buy friends,

because he never stopped trying.

Sometimes it very nearly worked.

And sometimes it didn't.

Don't know if you've heard,

but there's been some progress
with this Louis Bayeh affair.

Is that right?
Mmm.

It seems that your friend Haken
had been cultivating an informant

who happened to be
an associate of the shooters.

Oh, so that's why
he got involved in the case.

Mmm. All totally aboveboard.
Mmm.

I also heard that the IA investigation

benefited greatly from assistance given
by a certain chief inspector.

Well, I passed on information
that happened to fall into my lap.

Just doing my duty.

It was mentioned in the cabinet,

as was the name of the friendly officer.

So, are you ready to play some golf?

Sure are, Justice. G'day, Sidney.

NARRATOR: Once again, Dennis had
turned adversity into advantage

and wriggled out of a tight spot.

And Sid Hillier for one couldn't
figure out how the hell he'd done it.

For me, Benny, a song is like a marriage

between the lyrics and the melody.

This rap shit, OK,
the lyrics can be like poetry,

but without the melody, it's cold.

Mate, come in!
We got some beautiful girls!

WOMAN: Oh, my God.
Here come 'P lanet of the Apes'.

Danny, Danny! Let's go!
Hey, what are you doing?

Stand back. Arggh!
Don't, boys.

Huh? Huh?!

(ANIMAL SNARLING)

Huh?

Arggh!

(MEN YELL AND GRUNT)

(CAR HORN BLARES)

Come on! Arggh!

Yellah! Yellah! Yo, Louis!

(YELLS)

(MEN CHANT) We want lezzos!
We want lezzos!

We want lezzos! We want lezzos!

(YELLING AND CHANTING)

What's happening?!
I don't know. She told me 7 o'clock.

Well, hurry up. They're... Get back there!

They're getting rowdy.
Bring the lezzos!

Where the fuck is she?! Dammit!

Hi.
Hi.

I was just wondering if the wife
of a police officer worked here?

Yeah. She's, like, the owner.
She's out the back right now, but...

Um, where?

I've got something really important
to tell her about her husband.

There she is.

She's pregnant.

Yeah, cool, huh? It'll be their first.

Do you want me to call her out here?

No.
Joanne!

Sorry, do you work
with her husband, or...

Hey. Hey, what happened?
Did you tell her?

She can have the prick.
I'd rather be a hooker.

When I queried him,
Detective Senior Constable Gould

directed me to simply fill out
the complaint form and sign it,

which I did.

And only later on you realised
that the complainant was his brother?

Yeah, that's correct.

Detective Constable
Sean Sinclair told me

and I subsequently
confirmed it myself.

You waited some time

before bringing this matter
to Internal Affairs.

These guys, they're, um,
capable of anything.

It's hard not to be intimidated.

What do you mean,
"They're capable of anything"?

I withdraw that statement, sir.

I should have reported it earlier.
You're right.

There wouldn't be anything personal
going on here, would there?

A grudge against Detective Gould or...

I'm telling you Eddie Gould's corrupt.

Isn't that enough?

Well, no.

Police officers also have the right
to be presumed innocent

and an unsubstantiated
accusation like this,

I mean, it's hardly going to...

You can substantiate this.

I mean, the dodgy
break and enter report,

it's... it's filed in our office.

Well, certainly if you can
retrieve a copy of this report

and bring it in to us...

I mean, that would be a different story.

Do you think you could do that?

Looking for your report, Deb?

Your break and enter report?

Would you like me to help you find it?

You going somewhere?
Let me past.

What you did was bloomin' stupid.

Even for a dumb bitch like you.

Let me past.
(LAUGHS)

What do you think you're gonna do, hey?

Hey?
Let me past.

Hello. Internal Affairs.

I've just been into work. They all knew.
They knew I'd spoken to you.

Wait. Who is this?
It's Debbie Webb.

I went in to get the B&E file
and they knew I'd spoken to you.

That's not possible.
It's fucking possible, alright?

Now, you do something,
otherwise I'm gonna end up dead.

Yeah, alright.
Go straight home and stay there.

In the morning,
report to the Commissioner's Policy Unit

at Police Headquarters.

I'll deal with this from here.

MAN: Detective Constable
Deborah Webb.

When I was a constable
and I'd ask my sergeant questions,

he'd always throw them back on me.

"What do you think
is the right thing to do?" he'd say.

So let me ask you the same question.

What do you think I should do
about the story you brought us?

I don't know, sir. Investigate it.

You might be interested to know
that I've just completed

an investigation
into two Kings Cross detectives.

Found nothing.

You think I should start
another one now?

On your say-so?

No-one much likes whistleblowers,
Detective Constable,

particularly in an organisation
like the Police.

I don't know what a whistleblower is, sir,

but what I do know is I'm telling the truth.

Whatever are we going
to do with you, Debbie Webb?

Got good news for you, Ben.

Your mates are gonna get no-billed.

BENNY: What's that?

No case to answer.

Are you serious?

You're the king, Detective Haken.

Seriously, man, I can do
anything for you. Just ask.

Well, I am gonna need five grand
to make that result firm,

plus a gorilla a week after that
just to keep things sweet.

(CHUCKLES)

TREVOR: Do they sting?

Oh, Jesus. You scared me.

Maria, I wanna make things better.

I know you've been trying.

Yeah, but just trying's not good enough.

I realise that.

But it's how things are gonna be
from now on... better.

You'll see.

Oh, my God. They're incredible.

They're just what you deserve.

Are they real?

Of course they're real.

But how can we possibly afford them?

We can afford them.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

You hear about Benny Kassab boys?

They free. Nothing.
Not even fucking fine.

There's no justice.

Justice? It's fucking Trevor Haken.
He do this problem for us.

We gotta fix him up, bring him down.

I got no problem with Haken.

He's screwing you!
What's the matter with you?

He take your money, give you nothing!

Parramatta boys took your money.
What do you get?

I'm doing this for you.
I do this to help you.

I never asked for no help, Louis.

You're my brother, OK?
I'm asking you to help me.

You want money? I'll give you money.

(SCOFFS) Money?

Sorry, Louis. I can't do nothing.

Fuck your money.

(PEOPLE LAUGH)

Louis! Hey!
Hey, what about this one? Ohh!

LOUIS: You poofter!

Ohh!
You can't even hit me!

You fucking...
Take that!

Come on! Come down here!

'Bye, Louis!
I'd change your clothes, man.

Shaka pissed in those ones!

I peed in that one, Louis!

Take that!

NARRATOR: The Bayehs
were part of the Kings Cross old guard,

but unlike his brother Bill,

Louis didn't understand
that times had changed.

From now on, the power would be
with the young guns...

drug dealer Benny Kassab

and nightclub owner John Ibrahim.

(ELECTRONIC GOSPEL MUSIC)

SONG: # That's how he works

♪ That's how

♪ How the Lord

♪ He works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how he works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how the good Lord works

♪ That's how he works

♪ We must not question the good Lord

♪ Have faith in God
and trust his word

♪ We must not question the good Lord

♪ Have faith in God
and trust his word

♪ We don't know how
We don't know when

♪ Choose ye this day
who ye shall serve

♪ We don't know how
We don't know when

♪ Choose ye this day
who ye shall serve

♪ That's how
Stand on the Word

♪ That's how... ♪

JACQUI JAMES: Every woman
has a uniform... waitress, cop, hooker.

Thanks.

Uniforms protect us,
tell the world who we are.

Probationary Constable Wendy Jones

had been waiting to wear
a uniform her whole life.

Hey, Joe.
Hey, Wanda.

You know you're breaching
the Summary Offences Act 1998?

Excuse me.

Are you calling me... a prostitute?

You're carrying a bag
full of condoms and lubricant.

I am not!
Well, go on. Show me.

(GROWLS)

What do we have here?

CONSTABLE: Are you concealing
any drugs about your person?

Why? Wanna buy some? N-O.

How about we take you
down to the police station,

do a body cavity search?

Oh, is that how you get
your thrills? Feeling up girls?

Don't be a smart-arse, mate.
Alright, that's it. That's enough.

She's harmless.

Thanks, Joe.
No worries.

Here we go. Got your ID, son?

I score here every day.

Fergus Kenney. 17.

Show me what's
in your pockets, Fergus.

Open your mouth. Spit it out.

Who's dealing in there, Fergus?
I found it on the floor.

Jeez, you must be
the luckiest junkie in town.

You're always finding a cap or three.

Off you go.

Listen up, guys.

The idea is to keep tabs
on who's dealing, any new players.

Watch, listen and learn.

Keep your wits about you.
It's not like the academy out here.

Hey, man, a Fijian,
Hawaiian and a Samoan

are going through the desert, right?

No, it was a Fijian, a Hawaiian
and a Tongan. It wasn't a Samoan.

Suddenly, bro... "Bang!"...
their jeep conks out.

Is this supposed to be a joke?
Yeah. Shut up, man.

Tell me when you
get to the funny bit.

(DUTCH ACCENT) One macchiato,
two cappuccino and one apple rollover.

Turnover.
Pardon me?

It's an apple turnover.
Only dogs roll over.

Hey, where are you from, Monica?

The Netherlands.
Ahh!

Amsterdam.
Amsterdam!

Utrecht.

Hey, do you have dykes there?

Johnny, they've got
lesbians everywhere, man.

No, not lesbians. You know,
walls to hold up the water.

Are you knowing Holland?

No, no, I just... I don't really
know the North Shore, love.

Travel is good for the mind.

Me, I study two years,
travel one year

and then study two years more.

Oh, beautiful. Study what?
Aeronautical engineering, brother!

Hey, too smart for you,
Johnny boy. Sorry, man.

Hey, I don't remember inviting you

and your two monkeys
into the conversation.

Hey, your boyfriend tell you
he's a scumbag drug dealer?

(MEN JOSTLE AND YELL)

Come on, bitch!

What are you waiting for?

(BOTH YELL AND GRUNT)

(FAST-PACED ROCK MUSIC)

I said break it up!

What's your problem?!
Back off!

Sorry. You right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm OK.
Well, after you.

Cool it, cool it!
Back off, back off.

MAN: Oi, Johnny!
Send my love to Monica.

Yeah, yeah, brother.

Send my love to Monica.

So the Fijian guy,
he chooses a basket of fruit.

Is this supposed to be funny?
MAN: Hey! Licensing check.

You two know where
we can find the licensee?

No idea.

Just come to take
your drug money, huh?

Sweet. Go on. Take your money.

We don't take money, sir.

Of course youse take money.
There's no shame in it.

Go on, take your money.
We don't.

It's OK, baby. I know you're
too straight to take our money.

(MEN LAUGH)

You people are on notice.

ALL: Ooh!
(LAUGHTER)

Go on. Get out of here!

Run! Get out of here!
MAN: Piss off.

PICKLES: Wendy,
how much was there?

Thousands.

(SCOFFS) Pay a few gas bills, hey?

You set us up.

Glad to see you passed the test.

And what would you have done
if we hadn't?

You ready for your next lesson?

Any druggies upstairs?

How the fuck should I know?
I just work here.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
What? What? What?

Have you got a five-cent piece?

Afternoon, porkies.

What are you doing, sir?

I'm minding my own fucking business.

Do you have any ID?

You don't know who I am? DK.

Dickie?
D-K.

Danny Georges Karam.

So what's this? Heroin?

You want some heroin?
You want some heroin?

Well, go and get your own!

Danny Karam, I am arresting you...
Take it easy.

Spread your...
Huh?

Huh?! Huh!

Hey, hey!

You fucking bitch!

Right! (GRUNTS)

Oi, calm down!

Joe Dooley, you set us up again.

(JOE CHUCKLES)
Do you want a piece of advice?

Don't make war on these guys.

He could've OD'd and died.

He had heroin in one arm,
cocaine in the other.

These guys don't give
two shits about the law.

What they do respect is order
and that's what we've got here.

It's a sort of negotiated peace
that gives us order on the streets.

MAN: Oh, yeah!

Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Oh, God. Ohh.

Oh, God. I could take a lot of this.

Do you want to extend?
I've still got your credit card.

Uh-huh.
Yeah?

Good boy.

(BOTH GRUNT AND MOAN)

Hey, are you sure that I'm in?

Don't be silly.

I just wanna get...
No, no, no. Lie down. Come on.

Don't you fucking bullshit me!

OK, whoa, whoa. Hey. Alright.

I'm sorry, Donald. Alright?

What's going on?

OK, let's talk about food.

Where the hell is this pizza?
I'm starving.

We rang hours ago.

Hey, do you always do it for real?

What? Eat pizza?

No! With clients.

I haven't done
a full service in weeks.

Bullshit.

How do you...
Front door. Back door.

Kim!

That's, like, fraud.

(SCOFFS) No!

Better not let anyone catch you.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yes!
Whoo-hoo!

(HUMS HAPPILY)

Ooh, ah!

God, you bloody took your time.

Don't think you're
getting a tip either.

What's the matter?
You never seen tits before?

Virgin alert! Virgin alert!

Whoo!
Ooh!

(BOTH WHOOP AND YELL)

(LAUGHS)
(DOOR SLAMS)

Yeah, the Hawaiian goes,
"I'll take the water bottle.

"When I get thirsty,
I'll have something to drink."

You make this up yourself?

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

BUDDY: This sucks, man.

Everyone carries a piece, even you.

The difference is we've got
a licence and a good reason.

What happens now?

Send your gun to Ballistics
in case it's been used in a crime,

charge you, hold you
in custody overnight.

You'll appear in bail court
in the morning.

If you've got bail money,
you'll be released.

I ain't got no money.
Tough cheese.

Well, can I make a phone call?

I have a friend who can
post bail for me.

Who in his right mind would put up
money for a dickhead like you?

(SCOFFS) Johnny.

John Ibrahim?
(CLICKS TONGUE)

JOHN: Where do I sign?

Why put yourself
on the line for this guy?

He's my brother.

I didn't know that.

We're not, you know,
from the same mum.

Hmm.

How did you manage
to buy a club so young?

Saved up.

You know, work hard, save hard.

Oi, what's wrong?

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Do what?

This.

Yeah, I'm sure I wanna do this.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Why'd you join the cops?

I believe in order.

Yeah, me too.

Put your uniform back on.

Why?

So I can watch you
take it off again.

Hey, why are you going?

I have to.

Please, stay.

Is it me? Or the uniform?

Two Bundys and a schooner chaser.

Is this supper or breakfast?

Uh, supper.

And a packet of bacon crisps.

Have you got any pies?

JACQUl: Debbie Webb's career
as a copper had run off the rails.

She didn't ask to be a whistleblower.

It happened by accident,

all because she had an acute sense
of right and wrong

and was "silly enough to speak up",
as she put it.

But it takes enormous guts
to put your hand up

when everyone else
is sitting on theirs.

Debbie and another whistleblower,
Sergeant Mick Drury,

ran Operation Wave...

an initiative to tackle car theft

dreamed up by
the police minister himself.

Morning, comrade. Late one?

Technically it hasn't finished yet,
so the answer's no.

What you doing here? I thought you'd
be at home working on your book.

Oh, we're expecting a visit
from the police minister.

Today?

Fuck me. I better
get cleaned up. Shit!

JACQUl: The police minister
was in the wrong job.

What he really wanted was a uniform,
a gun and a set of handcuffs.

Minister, allow me
to present to you

the man that's actually
running Operation Wave.

This is Detective Sergeant
Michael Drury.

Pleasure, Minister.

Car thieves are the scourge
of our society in my view.

That's why I came up with the idea
of these special doctored cars.

Absolutely inspired, Minister.

Uh, Khalid, ready when you are, mate.

MINISTER: Watch this. (GIGGLES)

(LAUGHS)

We should have a sign pop up...
'Stop! Police are on the way'.

You'll look into it, won't you, Mick?

Sir.

JACQUl: These doctored old bombs
became known as Gotcha Cars.

The operation ran for two years
and didn't catch a single car thief.

Ohh!
Oh, here.

You're the girl from the cafe.

Before I started hooking.

You're that police officer, right?

Oh, I'm a whistleblower.

You know what they do
with whistleblowers?

They bury them in a deep, dark hole.

Oh, that reminds me.
I'm running late. Hold this.

Here, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Here, let me do that.

Here. You've...
you've got it everywhere.

Come here.
Ta.

Hey.

Hey, what's it like...

...hooking?

It's pretty shitty. Good money, but.

Ahh. I like the last bit.

You wanna swap?

Yes, please.

Whoa. Oh.

Sorry. Ohh.

I don't know why I keep doing that.

Get a grip, Deb.

Life.

Not what you expect, hey?

JACQUl: Most days, Debbie needed to
fuel up before she could face work.

Hey, do you want
to talk sometime?

But I guess some jobs do look better
through the bottom of a glass.

SONG: # I got some troubles
but they won't last

♪ I'm going to lay right down
here in the grass

♪ And pretty soon
all my troubles will pass

♪ 'Cause I'm in shoo, shoo, shoo

♪ Shoo, shoo, shoo

♪ Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo

♪ Sugar town... ♪

(DEBBIE SNORES)

Debbie?
(SNORES)

Debbie! You're snoring, mate.

Fuck. Sorry.

Any action?
Nah.

JACQUl: Dead-end job, too much grog...

Debbie knew she was losing the plot

and it made her do increasingly
stupid and dumb-arse things

like holding a Gotcha Cars briefing
at a nudist beach.

Why don't you just go back
to the normal cops?

I'm a whistleblower.
You're a bloody good cop.

Oh, bite your bum.
You are!

I'm an endangered species.

Hide yourself out in a squad.

I am in a squad, sort of.

A useful one?

Squads are full of blokes with guns.
I'll get me head blown off.

Just quit.

I can't do that, Kim.

It gives me a reason
to get up in the morning.

What's yours?

Is this where we're supposed
to meet? A bloody nudist beach?

Meet the Gotcha task force.
Hi.

Tim, Diedre.

Now get your gear off and follow me.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Whoo! Come on!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON POLICE RADIO)

Stop!

Stop!

You're going to have to
turn around and go back.

We've got a woman inside
who's discharged a firearm.

She may have a hostage.
Point one, I'm a cop.

Point two, that'll be me mum.

And point three, that's no hostage.
That's me dad.

Get back. Back off.
I'm a cop. I'm a cop.

There she is.

Don't shoot, Irene! It's me.

What's their fucking problem, hey?

What...
Irene. Irene!

Irene.

Oh! That's my best gun.

In. In, woman!

Here she is, Johnny.
Ta-da, Police Woman!

(CHUCKLES) You load
anyone up yet today, love?

Who were you shooting at, Irene?
Not Uncle fucking Tom again?

That low bastard. He stole a 1930
penny off my dead daddy's body.

30 fucking years ago, Irene.

I'll bloody get it back,

don't you worry,
the last thing I do.

Did you get me smokes, love?

You made yourselves any dinner yet?

We could starve to death
for all you care.

No, couldn't be bothered
getting off your fat arses.

Everything's alright!

(GRUNTS) Ohh.

(CARS DRIVE OFF)

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

What about you, Johnny?
Cleaned your ulcers today?

Of course not.

JACQUl: Debbie had been
the Webb family's sole breadwinner

since she was 14.

The day she left
to join the police force,

it felt like all her Christmases
had come at once.

(FUNKY MUSIC)

SONG: # Well, I know what I know

♪ And I know what I want

♪ Sure, I just wanna
spend some time with you, babe

♪ I just wanna spend
some time with you, baby

♪ I just wanna play with you
all the evening

♪ I just wanna do
the crazy things with you

♪ I just wanna drink with you
all of my hooch

♪ Mmm... ♪

JACQUl: Kim Hollingsworth
had figured out

the whole work/life balance thing.

She charged absolute top dollar
for her hooking services...

...and then spent it
on stuff she loved...

glossy magazines, Belgian chocolates,
dance classes.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

(BAGPIPES PLAY
'SCOTLAND THE BRAVE')

MAN ON P. A: The NSW Police
is an army 16,000 strong.

14,000 of us are sworn officers

and like the armies of the Lord,
we have sworn to uphold God's law.

We have also sworn to uphold

the laws of NSW,

and that is what we do.

Our motto is 'Culpam poena
premit comes'...

punishment
swiftly follows the crime.

These days, it's fashionable
in some quarters

to accuse the police
of every crime in the book.

Why?

Because we're a big,
slow-moving target.

There's an old Persian saying,
"Dogs may bark,

"but the caravan moves on."

Let me say this.

I'm proud of the men and women
who serve in the NSW Police.

I can guarantee you we have
the healthiest, most honest,

hard-working, efficient police force
in the Commonwealth.

And to that end,

I get down on my knees
every day to thank God.

DENNIS: Sir, well said.

COMMISSIONER: Dennis Kelly, yes?
Mm-hm.

Get lost, did you, Dennis?

You should be down the road
at Our Lady's, surely.

(LAUGHS) We're all
working for the same boss.

No, I've been reading
a lot about Freemasonry lately.

I find myself in furious agreement
with its principles and ideals.

Well, I suggest you pursue it.

Actually, that's where
I was hoping you could help.

You want me to use my position
in the lodge to give you a leg-up?

Well, I consider myself
as part of your team, sir.

I've got news for you.
I don't want you in my team.

I don't want you in my lodge

and I certainly don't want you
in my police force.

If I could, I'd kick you
from here to kingdom come.

There's a smell about you, sport.

Gerry Lloyd. Welcome to
the National Crime Authority.

Dennis Kelly. I'm just hoping I can
bring something to the mix, Gerry.

A man of your experience,
I bet you will, Dennis.

We've got a number of active
references at the moment.

JACQUl: Some of the women
in law enforcement

prefer a plain clothes uniform.

Gerry Lloyd had survived where many
other ambitious women had perished.

Her male rivals
put that down to the fact

that she was a ball-busting dyke.

GERRY: This is what we call
the East Coast milieu...

established targets
like Abe Saffron, Lennie McPherson,

George Freeman, Stan Smith.

George is dead.
Lennie's on his way to the clink.

No matter. You'll be working
the Asian reference with me.

Ahh.
Chinese drug importations, etc.

Have you got a preference
for women... investigators?

Oh, it's not all about
drinking yourself stupid

and playing pocket billiards, Dennis.

Women are lateral thinkers,

they pay attention to detail and
they're bloody good at surveillance.

Most of our targets never spot us
in a million years.

Oh.

OK, let's cut the bullshit.

Why are NSW Police duckshoving
Dennis Kelly in our direction?

(LAUGHS)

We've had some awful
bloody duds from you lot,

either dead from the neck up
or bent as safety pins.

Which one are you?
Come on, sweetheart.

You'll give me a complex.

I fucking hope so, sport.
I'll be watching every move you make.

Likewise, butch.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

You're a drug dealer, aren't you?
What?

There are a lot of guys
out there like you

and every one of them is dealing.

Oh, you think
I'm just like them, hey?

Just another drug dealer.

Hey, the day I turned 18,
I enrolled to get my liquor licence.

One conviction, one mistake,
I lose it.

I lose the Tunnel.
I lose everything.

God, I must be insane.
Why?

Oh, why?

Uh, being here, being here with you.

I like you being here with me.

I'm a cop.
Oh, really?

I don't know what you are.
John, I don't even know who you are.

Well, what do you wanna know?

I grew up in the western suburbs.

Now I live in the eastern suburbs.

Yeah, in a mansion.
Yeah.

Admit it, Sexy Johnny.
You're a drug dealer.

Hey, come here.

I do not deal drugs.
I hate that shit.

I spend 20 hours of the day,
every day, right here,

looking after my club.

The only thing I get is this.

GERRY: What the NCA has got

that you guys
and the State coppers don't

is access to tax records.

Most of our front line troops
are financial advisors,

intelligence analysts,

ex-ASIO, ex-AFP mostly.

Hmph. What's your strike rate like?

It'd be a lot better

if we weren't saddled
with a bunch of NSW deadheads.

Why'd you put your name forward?

Oh, jazz up my résumé.

'93-'94, served with the National
Crime Authority, Asian reference.

I'm impressed already. Ah-ha.

(PEOPLE YELL INDISTINCTLY)
(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

What?

You've got the nicest bum
in the office.

See, I notice details too.

You're a bad boy, aren't you?

GERRY: Can you make me
a cup of tea?

DENNIS: What?

I always like a cup of tea
after a big disappointment.

(LAUGHS)

I thought you were supposed to be
responsible for your own orgasm.

(SCOFFS) Who says?
(TOILET FLUSHES)

Uh, "The modern woman
looks after her own needs."

I read that in a magazine.

White, no sugar. A tea bag will do.

What's all this crap
about you being a dyke?

Who says it's crap?

Yeah, well, it's good for me.

Anything left in the tank?

Well, give me 10 minutes...

...I'll be as toey as a teenager.

Actually, 5 should do it.

You're married.

You must be a detective.

So, what, this is part
of the résumé thing, is it?

Another box to be ticked.

No, wait. Let me rephrase that.

Mate, I never shagged
the Commissioner. Trust me.

You are such a bad boy, Dennis.

JACQUl: Dennis Kelly knew a stint
in the National Crime Authority

would do his CV no harm at all

and while he was there,
why not use the excellent facilities

to get an advantage
over his great rival Sid Hillier?

We're off to Macquarie Street.
The attorney-general wants us.

No need to switch off. Just log out.

Now I know. What's the AG want?

We'll find out
when we get there, won't we?

(TYPES)

Is this some sort of teenage fantasy?

What? Scuba diving?

Sleeping with a woman in uniform.

Maybe the first one was.

Hey.
Hi, Wendy.

You remember Manfred.
G'day.

Oh, this is my mate John.

Hey, John.
How you going?

Good.
Hey, John.

Hey.
Here.

MAN: So what's your
line of work, John?

Oh.

Uh, I run a nightclub in the Cross.

Impressive scars, buddy.

MANFRED: Shark bites?

They're either bullet hole scars
or stab wounds.

No, mate. That's just
me appendix scar.

Appendix? (LAUGHS)

He's not an undercover cop, is he?
(JOHN LAUGHS)

Nah, mate. Not me.
I play for the other team.

I'm a crook.

(LAUGHS)

Beautiful day.

He's kidding.

You just had to be a smart-arse.

Why'd you spring a bunch
of bloody rednecks on me?

They're nice, decent people.

Uh, decent? They wanted
to string me up, love.

No, I wanted to string you up.
Hey, hey, hey.

Constable, I love it
when you're angry. Hey?

Didn't bring your uniform, did ya?

It was just a joke.

That's it.

Who's Sid Hillier?

A chief inspector with the
North-West Regional Crime Squad.

Were you interested in him?

We're interested in why you were
accessing his tax records

without authorisation.

One of my fizzers told me

he might be doing business
with the Five T gang in Cabramatta.

A registered informer?
Of course.

I know Sid Hillier. Decent bloke.
Don't buy it for a second.

But, uh, thought I'd do a background
check before I bothered you.

Hm. I rang a mate of mine
down at College Street.

She tells me you and Sid Hillier
hate each other's guts.

(LAUGHS) Must be
one of your lesbians.

I told you I'd be
watching you, Dennis.

What is a policeman doing
wearing a Zegna suit?

What are you accusing me of?

The Prime Minister wears Zegna suits.

Did you find any discrepancies
in his tax records? Sid's, I mean.

The man's a saint, as expected.

No unexplained shares
in Group One winning racehorses?

We had a good look at you too.

You own a big slice of a racehorse
valued at over $500,000.

You're a major stakeholder
in a motel down at Thirroul.

You generously sold
your hard-up sister Glenys

a charcoal chicken shop, lock, stock,
and barrel, for a single dollar.

All this on a policeman's salary.

I'm a lucky punter.

You really are a bad boy, Dennis.

Prove it.
I can't.

And you know it. You're far
too smart to leave a trail.

But I can kick your arse
out of the NCA.

Go back to the NSW Police
where you belong.

At least we'll have the memories.
Hilton, room 204.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

(MOUTHS)

What?
Slow down.

How's work?
Slow down, John. Come on.

What do you mean?
John, stop.

Don't worry. I'll lock the door, OK?

Stop. Just...
What?

I can't see you anymore.

What?

It was wrong and I never
should have started it.

I was the one that made
the moves, Wendy. Remember?

You can't tell me to fuck off.
I'm Sexy Johnny. Hey?

I'm sorry.

You serious?

OK, sweet. Cool.

I'll see you around.

Jesus, Johnny.
This doesn't have to be ugly.

Hey, you walk out on me,
you don't come back, Wendy. Ever.

Screw-a-copper week.
That's all it was to me, mate.

Whoa. Tell me
you're not banging her.

Hey, fuck you.
Mate, I'll make her my bitch.

Hey, you keep your hands
off her. Right?

She's too good for you.

(BLUES MUSIC)

(DEBBIE INHALES SHARPLY) Phwoar.

Ohh.

JACQUl: How many times do you have
to wreck yourself before you wake up?

Debbie knew she was
drinking herself to death.

Life at the Gotcha Cars
was killing her.

But what could she do?

She only had two options...

get back into the mainstream
and risk the hatred of her workmates

or quit the coppers once and for all.

Where's me cup of tea in bed, hey?

What's the matter?
You're not sick, are you?

Shit. Someone has to do
the breadwinning around here.

(CRIES)

What's up, lovey? Hey?

I don't want to give it up.

What?

I don't want to give it up.

Well, what? Tell us.

The coppers. (SOBS)
Hey?

What?

The coppers!

Oh, Jesus. Why didn't I just
have an abortion?

(SOBS)
Get up.

Listen. No bloody Webb has ever let
a copper get the better of them.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Comrade. What's up?

I'm shipping out.

Was it something I said?

I need to be a proper copper
for a change, Mick.

Gotcha Car lark's
giving me the shits.

I never even got
to show you my etchings.

(SCOFFS)

Where are you off to?
Got a transfer to a squad.

Fraud.

Sticking your head above
the parapet. Is that wise?

I'll take me chances.
I reckon the heat's died off now.

What about your complaints?
Are you gonna withdraw them?

Yeah, no offence, Mick, but I...

...I'm not cut out
to be a whistleblower.

See ya.

Good luck, hey?

(EXHALES) OK.

(UPBEAT BLUES Y MUSIC)

Debbie Webb. I'm new. Is the boss in?

Yeah.

JACQUl: If Kings Cross Detectives
was a boys-only club,

the fraud squad was Jurassic Park...
nothing but male dinosaurs.

Debbie Webb. G'day. Hi.

Andy Little. Bobby Flood.

Webb. That's what she said,
didn't she, Andy?

We know that name, Bobby.

Look, if you've got any problems,
say it to my face.

We will. Don't worry.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Sir. Detective Senior Constable
Debbie Webb reporting for duty.

Welcome aboard, Debbie.

I'm, uh, new here myself

so we'll have to look out
for each other, won't we? (CHUCKLES)

Eyes front.

Don't you ever wonder, like...

...why we're here?

Uh, not really.

So the Samoan guy,
he ripped the door off the jeep

and he said, "When it gets hot,
I just wind the window down."

(LAUGHS) Steve, you should be,
like, in show business.

SONG: # I would dance for a dollar

♪ I would swing on a pole

♪ I would dance on your table

♪ I'd bend over for you

♪ If you want me to shake it

♪ Better part with that money, honey

♪ It's those dancing dollars

♪ That speak volumes to me... ♪

JACQUl: A uniform can only provide
so much protection.

It can't dictate your destiny.

In the end, the only thing
that really matters

is the strength of the woman inside.