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How much do you get?
It's just sex, isn't it?

We do it my way, alright?

KIM: Look, it can be really fun
and it can be really horrible.

I got runners all over the streets.

There's a battle on
about who they work for.

Can't any of you kids
bring this shit under control?!

You help us get rid of the competition.

You gotta pay well for hard work.

BILL: If no competition,
we sell a thousand caps a night.

MARIA: How many nights a week
you gonna do this, Trev?

You don't get money like this
coming home at five, Maria.

She'd do anything to sleep with a cop.

(WHIP CRACKS)

Do that again and I'll have to arrest you.

God, I love cops. (GRUNTS)

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪

NARRATOR: John Ibrahim
came to King's Cross to build an empire.

Kim Hollingsworth came
on a voyage of self-discovery.

The Cross attracts all kinds of people,

looking for all sorts of treasure.

SONG: # All around the world
people jump to the rhythm

♪ Got a beat in their belly
When it talk, gotta listen... ♪

Benny Kassab knew exactly why
he'd come to the Golden Mile.

He wanted to get real rich, real quick.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

♪ The hole where you play's
gonna get you done paid

♪ Fly, little birdie,
and don't you come back

♪ The day that you're hurting
you want your home back

♪ Move to the rhythm
It's all that you have

♪ I promise if you stay
you will never look back

♪ Never look back. ♪

When are you gonna fix the door?

You pay, I'll fix it, OK?

Did you nail her? (LAUGHS)

(CAR HORNS HONK)
You can't screw her at her joint.

My place... Man, you know my mum.
She's like a root Nazi.

I mean, first sign of jiggy
and she's kicking in the door.

Get a hotel, you tight-arse.

Nah. Becky reckons rooting
in hotels is sluttish.

You ask me, this Becky's frigid.

Hey, hey. Watch it, you dickhead.
Hey.

That's my girlfriend
you're talking about, you know that?

Hey. Oi. Hey.

I went last time.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, hey, hey. Hey! Hey!
Let's step back, brother. Step back.

Piss off, dickhead.
Huh? Come on, brother.

I was asking you nicely, mate.
Piss off.

Oh, yeah? Yeah?
Just chill out, mate.

Mate, chill out.
Piss off, you dirty Leb.

(YELLS) Who's the dirty Leb now, mate?
Who's the dirty Leb now, mate?

Hey, take it easy. Hey. He's down.
He's down. Take it easy, man.

JIM: Benjamin... Kassab.

The bloke you whacked
has got a fractured skull.

So you work for Steve Hardas
on the door, right?

That's right.

But the fella you went to help
works for Bill Bayeh.

You know Bill Bayeh?

Who doesn't?

See, I spoke to Bill's boys
and they reckon you did the right thing,

you know, by helping out.

Problem is uniform's
taken two statements here

which says something
completely different.

So, mate, I'm gonna have to
charge you... aggravated assault.

Mind you, the witnesses
are a couple of shitbags.

I could give them a call,
have a little word with them.

Bit of luck, they might not
even turn up to court.

No, no, no, no.
Put it away, son. Put it away.

Plenty of time for that.

NARRATOR: Some are born great,
others achieve greatness,

and some
have greatness thrust upon them.

You could say the same thing
about drug dealers.

In the early '90s,
Bill Bayeh was doing it pretty tough.

But then things took
a sudden turn for the better

with a green light
from Detective Sergeant Trevor Haken,

who conveniently put all Bill's
major competition out of business.

He now had the King's Cross
drug market all to himself.

Evening, boys.
Mr Bayeh.

How are you?
Pretty good. How are you?

Evening, Mr Bayeh.

I hear you copped some trouble.

Oh, no worries, Mr Bayeh.
Just helping out.

Detective Egan, he look after you?

Yeah. Yeah, he did. Thanks, Mr Bayeh.

So where are your people from, boy?

Bekaa, up north.

Later I'm gonna need a lift.

You got a car?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I'll see you later, then, huh?

BENNY: I'm sorry, Mr Bayeh,
the passenger door, it's fucked.

I've been a bit short money-wise so...

How many door do you need?
One door plenty.

(ENGINE REVS)

You carry this, huh?

Yeah. No dramas.

NARRATOR: Bill Bayeh's problem was
that he was strictly a short-term thinker.

Because he was a chronic gambler
he was always cash-strapped,

which meant that he could only afford

to buy an ounce or two
of cocaine at a time.

A few days later he'd be back
knocking on the same door,

asking for another ounce.

But nobody ever said Bill was dumb.

To disguise the traffic
and minimise the risk

he persuaded naive kids from
the suburbs to do the legwork for him.

BENNY: Mr Bayeh, this piece of shit.

I'm ashamed, you know?
Hey. Don't say sorry.

It doesn't matter where you start, boy.

Important thing... where you finish.

Mate of mine got an ounce,
doubled his money in a weekend.

It's four grand for an ounce, Norm.

I've got a grand.
Yeah.

Your dad's gonna lend you cash.

What? You want me to spend
my dad's money on coke?

You move the gear, you make money,
you pay him back double.

No, no, no. We cut in on Billy,
he'll go mental, alright?

You know what you are?
No, what?

You're Billy's fall guy.

Yeah.
He's playing you.

You carry the cash,
you carry the gear, you drive him around.

There's trouble...

(BELL RINGS)

I left my wallet at home.

Hey, bro, we should set up
our own little shop. No more fall guy.

You should have seen him.

(SIREN WAILS)
It was so gross.

Shit.
Oh, my God.

Just let me talk to him, alright?
Can I see your ID, madam?

I don't think I've got any.

Well, then, I'll have to ask you

to get inside the vehicle
so I can do a full body search.

Go on.

Whoo-hoo.

Love you.

Why, hello.

(CHUCKLES)

You sure this is alright,
me riding in your car?

Sure. Who's gonna stop us?

It's Dooley. Get down.

Is he your Sergeant?

No, he's just trouble.

I don't think he twigged there was...
(UNZIPPING)

Jesus.

Just keep your eyes on the road.

Yeah.

Yeah, so uniforms picked up
this chick last night

for a drink driving charge,

and in the spirit of old mateship

I thought I might give you the heads-up.

Why? Who was she?

Susie Wallis.

As in the daughter of Ken Wallis.

As in 'Big Daddy' Wallis,
the Premier's best mate in cabinet?

Big Daddy Wallis, that's right.

The one who chooses the commissioner,
appoints the judges,

and shafts anyone he doesn't like.

Great guy to know.

Very handy contact to have
if approached in the right way.

G'day, Dennis.

Trev.
G'day, Trevor.

There you go, Jim.
Drink for Chook and the boys.

Thanks. Thanks, Trev.

You know me, eh, Den?
Always good for a shout.

Yeah.

I'll be with you in a sec, mate.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

(SIGHS)

So, er, who's the charging officer?

Joe Dooley. Good guy.
Straight. Hard. Have a read.

I'll talk to you in a second.

Hey, Jim, everything alright?

Yeah, sweet.

Thanks for coming by.
Let's go get a coffee.

I just wanted to have a chat with you

about that girl you picked up
for drink driving the other night.

Problem?
No, far from it.

But Susie Wallis is the daughter

of a rather influential
member of State Cabinet.

Ken Wallis.
Correct.

And because of that...
Well, you know how the world works.

You might find yourself
being approached about it.

(CHUCKLES) I'd wondered about that.

Now, I'm not implying which quarters
these approaches might come from,

but I'm here to assure you
that we will do everything we can

to help you proceed
impartially on the facts.

OK.

Just play it straight, Joe, OK?

And if you get any pressure
to adjust that breathalyser reading

call me immediately.

Thanks.

Oh, and congratulations.
Jimbo told me the news.

(LAUGHS)

I, um...

I wasn't gonna tell you
because I didn't think it was official, so...

I got an invitation to be a D.

By who? Jim Egan?

Well, and some of the others.

They just said they thought it was time
they had a woman...

Uh-huh.

...on the squad as a detective.

Well, good on you.

Yeah.

BENNY: That's the guy
Billy gets his drugs from.

Remember, don't hand over the cash
until you've seen the gear.

Doesn't work like that.
You give the cash, then you get the gear.

I don't wanna get ripped.

Yeah, well, maybe you should think
about that before we come out.

You by yourself tonight?

Yeah. Just after one.

What? Come on.
I'll cut. You cap.

NARRATOR: Norm was right.
They tripled their money in a week.

Benny Kassab was on cloud nine.

He was going to be rich in no time flat.

BILL: New car, huh?

But you know what they say
about biting the hand that feeds you...

Looks like Hardas
is paying you too much, boy.

MELISSA: Hey, Kimmy, visitor.

For you.
Oh!

They're beautiful. Thank you.

I'll just take these
to wither and die in private.

Thank you.

That's alright.
What are you doing here?

Well, I had something
I wanted to ask you.

See, I'm organising a fundraiser
for the Police Olympics

and we need some entertainment.

Now, one of the boys
suggested strippers

and I thought, "What about getting Kim?"

You want me to do a strip? No way!

Don't get me wrong. It'd be classy.
It's like a charity benefit thing.

Yeah. No, I'm not offended.

Well...

It's just who's gonna pay to watch me?

Are you kidding?
Just everyone with a dick.

Strippers can dance. I can't dance.

You can. I've seen you.

Even if you couldn't,
you're that bloody gorgeous

no-one would give a shit.

Look, a lot of those boys...

getting to the Games, it's their dream.

How many?

A small crowd. Very intimate.

Hmm. All cops?

All cops.

When you said 'kindergarten',
I didn't expect it to be so...

Kindergartenish.

The owners,
they know what we're doing?

Dance practice. Well, we are.

Where did you get these?

They're mine. And the hire shop's.

I hope you didn't spend your own money.

So? It's all for charity.

Yeah. She's been up all night
making dance routines.

You have crossed the line.
KIM: I have not.

Anyway, it's different this time.
Dave's different.

Yeah, she's in love.
I'm not, alright?

Anyway, it's not about that.
Come on, girls.

No such thing as love,
Kimmy, only money.

Yeah. Well, you're getting 750 bucks
for this, OK? So we're all winners.

OK, let's do this.

NARRATOR: Bill Bayeh
was a born diplomat

who believed the best way
to solve a problem was negotiation.

His brother Louis
couldn't even spell the word.

His natural instinct
was to bang heads together first

and then discuss the finer points later.

Let me put it another way.

Everyone loved Billy,

while they crossed the street
to avoid big bad Louis.

But despite their differences
they stuck together.

If you made an enemy of one Bayeh

you'd have the other one
breathing down your neck.

We're down again on the coke.

My guess?
Everybody go across the road.

To who?

To your mate, Kassab.

(TUTS) He's a fucking child.

MAN: I heard the same, Mr Bayeh.

Little prick's undercutting you on price.
Gear's the same quality.

I go tonight. I shoot him in his knees.

No.

We do something else.

(SIGHS)

SCULLY: We've been having
a few problems with it lately,

but it's a simple enough system, really.

Top shelf for public use, yeah?

Now, this one down here is... individuals.

(LAUGHTER)
The great Egan serpent, huh?

(MEN LAUGH LOUDLY)

See... see, this sort of thing
does not help. I'm sorry about them.

Welcome to the King's Cross
detectives, love.

Bloody great to be here.
Yeah, good.

I drew the short straw so you're
out with me today, love. You right?

(LAUGHS) Take it home
for the missus, Scully.

(LAUGHTER)

That's me giggie over there.

He reckons he's got something to tell me
so we're just gonna have a little chat.

You want me to come?
No, no.

Just sit down. Put your feet up.
Have a piece of banana cake.

I'll be back in a tick.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, Detective. Got you a long black.

I'm in a hurry, Jacky. What you got?

Heard of a boy named Benny Kassab?
Mm-hm.

Bouncer. Works for Steve Hardas.

Yeah.

He's not just a bouncer no more.

Turned off at the mains.
Right. Let's roll.

Wait. No, you're down here,
love, on lookout.

Look out for what?

For suspicious characters.

(MEN LAUGH)

SEAN: Jesus, Jim.

Police.

Open up.

Fuck! The sink. The sink.

(GRUNTS)

There's no water.
Quick. Throw it.

We got four ounces here, man.

Right, up against the window.
Up against the window.

Hands on the table.
Spread your legs. Spread your legs!

What's going on in here, gentlemen?
Nothing's going on, mate.

Nothing, huh?
SEAN: Bingo.

Aha! So what's this?

Don't know.
So it's not yours?

I never seen that before, mate.

Well, we'd better take it with us, Trev.
There you go.

Hand it in to police lost and found, hey?

Well, looks like everything's
in order here, then.

Yeah. Well, sorry for
the inconvenience, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, you may return
to your business.

NORM: Wait.

You're not charging us?

What with?

There's no drugs here, are there?

Nope.

(DETECTIVES LAUGH)

What happened?

False alarm.
Come on, love. All done.

Tell you what, Deb. You wanna help out?

There's a bottlo across the road.
Show 'em your badge.

Commandeer us some beers.
It's nearly knock-off time, alright?

(SCOFFS)

JIM: 3.9 ounces,
according to police scales.

It's been handled.
It's spoiled goods. I'll give you 8.

Make it an even 10 plus a slab
and you've got a deal.

NARRATOR: There was
a system in the Cross

and it worked almost too well...

...because when things are easy,
the people who run the show get lazy.

They forget there's always
someone else nipping at their heels.

It's good to have balls, boy.

But you hang them out too far,
you might lose them. Hmm?

Now, with the Susie Wallis DUI,
we're gonna try for a section 10.

She's had two speeding tickets
in six months. Don't like your chances.

Oh, thanks for your support.

Hey, you're the counsel
for the defendant.

Why would I be supporting you?

Well, why am I here?

Well, to cover both our arses.

I just want to ensure that
you'll be examining all the facts

from an impartial
but scientific perspective.

What do you mean?

She was stopped with
a blood alcohol reading of 0.081.

That's the only fact that counts, isn't it?

Well, not quite.

The fact that counts

is when she was officially tested
back at the police station

she was 0.081.

Devil's in the details, correct?

Where did this come from?

Susie Wallis's lawyer.

He says that she couldn't
have been over the limit

when we breathalysed her.

Why's that?

Because her last drink was only
a few minutes before she was stopped.

Her blood alcohol level
would've been still going up

for the half hour we had her
in the station before we did the analysis,

and she was driving home,
which was only five minutes away,

and 0.081 is only 0.001
over the legal limit.

Right, which is within
the breathalyser's margin of error,

which means she could
have been below the limit

while in control of the vehicle.

That's what their experts say.

If we proceed to court against all this
it'll look like we're out and out bastards

trying to embarrass the minister.

Let's drop it, alright?

Actually, look. Leave it with me.

I'll handle it. I'll leave you out of it.

Good work, Joe. Well done.

DENNIS: Pleased to meet you, Minister.

Thank you, Dennis.
I just thought I'd introduce myself.

Well, I'm sure you're very busy.
Thanks for taking the time.

Oh, and my daughter
sends her regards.

Next time she'll catch a cab.

(KEN CHUCKLES)

Well, now, Dennis, what are you doing
on Wednesday night?

I've got a box at the State of Origin game
if you're interested?

Thanks, Ken. Wouldn't miss it for quids.

(JIM LAUGHS)

Aren't you late for school, sonny boy?

I wanna talk business.

You helped me out one time before

so I thought you and me, you know,
I thought we were alright.

You got in a blue doing your job
and I sorted it out.

Now, Benny, that is worlds away
from dealing hard drugs.

OK, but maybe us two...

Maybe we can make an arrangement,
you know, like Bill has with Trevor,

make sure everyone's happy.

JIM: He said he'll keep it off the streets.

No kids, no smack.

What's the size of it?

300 a week.

Mmm. Want to let him run for a bit?

Well, I thought I'd best speak to you first.

Alright. Well, tell him I said
it'll have to be five a week.

Make it worth our while, eh?

That wasn't what I meant, Trev.
Bayeh won't be happy, will he?

Well, fuck Bayeh.

Yeah, but we're all getting
a bloody good drink there, mate.

Who's in charge here, Jimbo?
Us or Billy?

(WHISTLES)

NARRATOR: The Budget Hotel
was the perfect one-stop cocaine shop.

80 bucks got you a cap,
a room and a spoon.

For the working girls
it was in, out, back to work,

then into the Budget again,

however many times it took
to get them through their day.

And the money they made
all ended up in one place.

Except, of course,
for the 500 bucks a week

that went to the King's Cross detectives.

Trevor wasn't worried
about two-timing Billy.

After all, the cops were in charge,
weren't they?

But he hadn't factored in
big brother Louis.

Is that... is that Louis Bayeh?

Oh, yeah. All 300 pounds of him.

What? Hey, who do you think
pays for all this? Petty cash?

(LAUGHS) Come on, love.

Hey, gentlemen. Hey, boys.
Jim.

Jimbo.
(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

Jimmy, what the fuck
did you bring her here for?

She's alright, mate. OK? I'm training her.

(JIM LAUGHS)

Isn't that right, Deb?
Yeah.

Yeah, he's trying.

Bob, come here, mate.
I want you bringing more squid.

Yeah, and we need some more beers.
Who wants beer?

ALL: Yeah.
You want a beer, Deb?

G and T.
Gin and tonic for the lady, OK?

Chop chop.

What is Wiley doing here?

Louis called in his mates
from Parramatta detectives.

JIM: I think they're calling you, Trev.

Detective, is everything alright?

Plenty food, plenty drink?
It's all good, thanks.

Been talking about
the Benny Kassab situation.

Kassab been pissing on my brother,
nobody do nothing.

Look, Jimmy Egan's looking after
the Kassab investigation.

You want to talk to him. He's here.

My brother pay you, not Egan.

Hey, listen, Bayeh. I'm a police officer.
You don't tell me how to...

Cool it, mate. Cool it.
We all want the same thing here.

Now, I know things are a bit tricky
up in the Cross, Trev.

But still, this Kassab prick...
Well overdue.

Fine. You want a raid? We'll raid him.

Might be a good idea
if I come along this time,

represent the Parramatta boys,
bit of cooperative policing.

(DRUNKEN CHATTERING)

You two, go to your rooms now.

Oh, Mum...
Just do as I said.

TREVOR: Hi, kids. Come on.
Give your dad a hug. Oh, hi.

"Hello, Dad. How was your day?"

SCULLY: Oh, Dad's a little tired now.

Oh, well. "Get stuffed, Dad."

We, er, had a few drinks after work.
It got a little silly.

You look alright.
Ah, he looks hungry.

Sit down, mate. Put your feet up.
Maria will make us some dinner.

No, I've got to go. The missus...
No, no, no.

Sit down. The footy's gonna start soon.

No, seriously, Maria, I've already eaten.

Yeah, I know.
I'm just putting the kettle on.

(SIGHS)

Thanks... again.

Trevor's OK, you know?
He's a happy drunk.

Only danger is to my upholstery.

See if he wants some tea?

Yep.
Assuming he can keep it down.

No, I don't think he wants tea.

(SNORES)

You're looking good.

Finished up for the night,
boys, or what?

Hey, Johnny! What's going on?

What's going on, man?
This is Shaka.

JOHN: Oh, yeah?

Got in shit back in Leb
so I give him a job.

You're doing alright, Benny boy.
You're putting on staff now, eh?

Nah, nothing like you, bro.
This joint's pumping, brother.

You know, I'm getting there.

I had a drink with Billy last night.
Oh, yeah?

Mmm. Sounds like he's
getting a bit shitty.

Didn't say nothing to me.

Yeah. Well, I'm saying something, hey?

What, so you're
the only one around here

allowed to make money, then, Johnny?

Is that it, huh?
No, man.

I'm just passing on a message, eh?

Thanks, man.

You boys enjoy your drinks.
Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GROANS)

(MARIA ON PHONE) We could
go out for lunch or stay here.

The kids are at school.
(SCULLY ON PHONE) Wait.

Did you hear a noise
on the end of the line?

Hang on a second.

Trevor?
(IMITATES SNORING)

Where have you been, boss? I was...
How was she, Scully?

Hey?
My wife. She go alright?

No. Mate, you've got
the wrong end of the stick.

I'll give you fucking 'stick'!
He's rooting my missus.

Jimbo, just tell him.
Fuck off.

Fucking saw you roll up at my house,
you scumbag!

Because you can't handle your piss.
JIM: Scully!

Don't come back, you piece of shit.
Trev. Trev, mate. Hey.

Hey, just calm down.

Scully met with Maria
because she's worried about you.

What?
That's all.

With all the drink and all that, OK?

She just asked him
to keep an eye on you.

Alright? So just calm down.
Everything's above board.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm alright.

Hey, Trev. We've got
the Parramatta boys coming in this arvo.

Good. So what are we waiting for?
Let's get it moving.

NARRATOR: In the pre-raid briefing,
participating officers

were told the Budget Hotel
was believed to be operating

as a dedicated cocaine distribution point.

Information supplied by
Detective Sergeant Haken's informants

indicated that Benjamin Kassab
was dealing cocaine out of room 312,

while customers paid for
and collected their purchases

at reception.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

In his report,

Haken described this as a case
where apparently A-grade intelligence

proved to be seriously flawed.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

Whoo!

Hi!
DAVE: Kimmy.

Hey. Kimmy, it's a full house.

Oh, my God. Here, take that.

Put your stuff here. We'll give you
10 to get settled, then we'll start.

And there's a couple of bottles
of champagne there for you too.

Little present from the boys
in the licensing squad.

(LOUD HUBBUB)

Oh, Kim, the place is full.
There are hundreds of them.

Just stick to what we rehearsed.
We'll be fine, alright?

Well, here we are. It's a nice place, huh?

Jesus, I didn't come here
to discuss the decor.

You said you wanted to talk. So talk.

OK, well, I guess I wanted to say, um,

I'm sorry for the way I behaved
over that Scullion thing.

Apology accepted.

I know I handled it badly, but you
can understand how I got it wrong.

Trevor, this is not the first time.

Any time a man comes near me
you go berserk.

Yeah. Well, the way some of them
look at you it's no bloody wonder.

I can't stop men from looking.

What about the way you look at them?
Can you stop that?

Look, I know I'm to blame
for this, alright?

If I didn't, we wouldn't be here.

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

Oh, Christ. A bit of wine with dinner?

Then if it's not a problem just...

...just leave it.

It's a $20 bottle of wine, Maria.

I'm not gonna leave it
just to prove a point.

I hope this show's better
than this shocking sausage.

(LAUGHS)

Prime location here, boys, eh?
It is. It is.

So where's Trevor?
Worries at home.

What sort of bloody excuse is that?

(MAN OVER MICROPHONE)
Alright. Everybody ready for some fun?

(CROWD YELLS)

Well, are you?
(CHEERING)

OK. Put your hands together.
Ooh. My God.

(LOUD CHEERING)

They'll tear us to shreds.
Just don't stop, OK?

Just keep moving, guys.

MAN: For Kimberley's Angels!

(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
(CROWD CHEERS)

CROWD: Yeah!

(APPLAUSE)

KIM: Oh, my God. My heart is racing.
GALINA: Yeah, no shit.

I thought they'd storm the stage
at the end like a bunch of horny apes.

Didn't you enjoy that?

(KNOCKING)
MAN: Girls?

Hi, I'm Les. I'm a mate of Dave's.

I just wanna say that was...
That was sensational.

Where's Dave?
Oh, he had to roll.

He's got a lot of follow-up
organisational stuff to do.

Great, but I wouldn't mind
grabbing my money

and getting out of here, so...

OK. That's gonna be a bit difficult.

See, Dave's got all the takings.
What?

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

The deal was 750.
KIM: Hang on.

No, no, no. Dave promised us...

LES: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You'll get paid. You'll get paid.

Look, you want to make
some real cash out of this?

There's a room full of blokes out there,
all waiting for a bit of one-on-one time.

Most of them
won't even be able to get hard

so it's the easiest dosh you'll ever make.

Shit!

Fine. Send them in.

I am so sorry, guys.
I'll get you your money, I promise. OK?

MELISSA: Don't worry.
I'm sure Dave will come through.

Hey.

You should be happy.
Yeah. No, no, no.

It was a big success.

KIM: It's good. It's all good.

So what's wrong?

Oh, I'm just a little bit sad
it's all over, that's all.

I wanna sleep at my mother's tonight.

What? What about the kids?

They've got school in the morning.

All you have to do is get them out of bed
and feed them breakfast,

if you're not too drunk.

You're not walking out on us.
I don't care what you say.

Trevor, look out!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(CRASH!)

(STEAM HISSES)

Oh, Christ. Maria... Here.

Oh, Jesus. Maria.

(SOBS RAGGEDLY)

BENNY: Hey, what's up Louis's arse?

I mean, we've done nothing
to the fat prick, right?

Come here.

Hey, Louis...

Shut up and listen.
You don't work in the Cross no more.

What the fuck?

You don't deal here.
You don't come here. You understand?

I'm not going nowhere, Louis.
You out or you finished.

You understand?
Hey, fuck you!

You shut your mouth.
What the fuck are you gonna do?

What I'm gonna do?
Hey! Louis, Louis... Hey, hey.

Your brother, he knows about
what I'm doing. OK? If he wants...

(YELLS)

Stick this in your fucking arse.

JOHN: No, no, no.
Stick it in your arse.

What are you doing?
You want some too, Ibrahim?

What are you doing, mate?
You're right in the middle of the street.

Louis, Louis, hey. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Hey.

We're friends. We're family. Come on.

JOHN: Right in the street, Lou.
What are you doing, mate?

LOUIS: Fucking come like this...

Fighting? Always fighting, Louis.

Now we got bad feelings.
Everyone got bad feeling.

It's no good, Louis.
Screw him. He can suck my cock.

No.

We talk, OK?

NARRATOR: King's Cross
could be like a tight-knit family.

Spats and blow-ups were inevitable.

NORM: Who the hell
does Louis Bayeh think he is?

But things usually got resolved
over a cup of coffee

or brushed under the rug
and forgotten.

Of course, there are times

when all the cups of coffee in the world
just aren't enough.

How are my kids?

I said they could stay up
and finish their game.

They didn't tell me it would take
an hour and a half, though.

(LAUGHS) They trick you, clever girls.

You tell them I give them
a big kiss tomorrow.

I love you, Lou.
I love you all, sweetheart. 'Bye.

SHAKA: Is this it?
NORM: This is it.

Don't miss.

Ahhh!

Enough!

You hit anyone?
I killed them all.

All of them?
All dead.

Where Kassab?
He's not here.

(COUGHS)

Yeah, got that, VKG. Will attend. Over.

What?

We got a problem. Someone shot
the shit out of Louis Bayeh's house.

Now he's gone nuts in the Cross.

(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

Word on the street,
it was Norm and Shaka.

Louis's wife and kids, they're alright?

From what I heard, yeah.

Hey. Want me to call Hammer?

No, not yet.

Are you sure?
No, stay here.

Benny Kassab, hmm.

What's up, mate?

Hey, I didn't do this, John.
Ah.

Shaka's a nut job, man.
Oh, you didn't know that?

Huh, the first thing I hear about this prick
is "steer well clear",

but you, you give him a job
and now you come whingeing to me, eh?

You're so smart, huh?
Hey, smart enough, Benny.

Oh, yeah, yeah, it's easy to be smart

when you've got Hammer there
watching your arse, isn't it?

I just run a business. Right?

Mmm.
Yeah.

You start wars,
you finish them yourself, mate.

Go the back way.

Deb.

Joe.
MAN: Egan!

Where Trevor? Hiding?
He's off duty.

Him and you both,
you take my brother's money.

What you fucking do for us? Nothing?
Alright, so...

They shoot my family!
Louis, I know.

You take money from them,
they shoot my family?!

We'll talk later!

I bring you down, Egan,
him and you both!

Fucking Haken. Fuck. Fuck him!

Maria.

Maria. Wait, what did they say?

Don't touch me.

Just don't touch me.