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Number four Chinese white heroin.

Best in the world.

How you gonna bring it into the country?

Bullet casings, blood spray.

These look like drag marks.

Looks like murder, boss.

Murder requires a body, Warwick.

You're never gonna solve this, are ya?

I won't stop 'til I get them.

I don't care how long it takes.

Yeah, well, he's gotta be planning to undercut us.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept it a secret.

I'll handle Greg.

I missed my period.

You're gonna be a good dad, Terry.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

It's a jungle out there.

Australia was invaded twice in the '70s,

first by heroin.

♪ They've gone to Australia ♪

Then New Zealanders.

♪ In search of the sun ♪

♪ They've come to Australia ♪

Sometimes they even came together,

but usually the Kiwis who crossed the ditch

were just here for a good time.

♪ And while they're away ♪

♪ Their old friends will say ♪

♪ Who knows what the future might bring ♪

Is that Bondi?

Let's go for a swim, eh?

Feel that warm Sydney sun.

Wait.

Hey, Blood, how you going?

Nah, we just arrived.

My girlfriend, Allison.

I told you, she's moving over here.

She's cool, I promise.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Terry's comin' over.

Your boss, how come?

No, I just got something of his.

You must be Allison,

Allison from Rotorua.

All done, bro.

We should throw a party, mate.

Introduce Allison to the gang.

Us Kiwis have to stick together.

That was Terry.

Shirley, how you going, love?

Another thing about Australia in the '70s,

gambling was illegal.

Thus people making to turn schools casinos,

all strictly forbidden by law,

not that acts of Parliament

ever seriously impeded Aussie punters keen for a flutter.

They were bees to a money pot.

Guys.

Hey, Bobby.

Who are you, mate?

Police, who are you?

Detective Senior Constable Warwick Mobbs.

Why are you following Bob Trimboli?

Who are you?

I came across Trimboli in a case out West,

the Don MacKay disappearance.

Yes, disappearance.

Trimboli is involved in MacKay's murder

somewhere along the line.

I wanna get him into a witness box.

So Detective Inspector Priest,

is it permissible for me to know why

all of a sudden Commonwealth cops

are watching George Freeman's casino?

Permissible?

In fact, I think it'll help us both.

See you later on.

Take care.

Our brief isn't solving murders.

We're interested in the Freemans of this world,

the big profit takers in organized crime.

Georgie.

Dennis, good to see you.

We wanna know how they make their money,

who their big clients are, who they've compromised,

and why they're allowed to operate so openly.

Those are the questions we have to answer,

and we need a bright young man to help us

build a picture of Freeman and his network.

♪ Oh keep me ♪

And you'll help me get Trimboli?

As far as we're concerned,

Bob Trimboli is a mid-level go-between

with a gambling problem,

but I'm hoping we can help each other.

The more dirt we get on the major players

Trimboli rubs shoulders with,

the more likely you'll find someone to cut a deal

and give you his head on a platter.

Don't take a trick tonight, can you, mate?

Yeah, luck of the Irish, Brian.

So, what do you wanna talk to me about?

The narcs have issued a standardized description

of heroin couriers, blokes in their 30s,

casually dressed, a bit hard looking,

traveling by air to and from Asia

several times in six months,

never staying more than a week each time.

Hat's off inside, Robert.

- George. - Brian.

You winnin' back what you owe me, huh?

Yeah, tryin' to, mate.

You'd think the place is rigged sometimes.

If the narcs are targeting blokes with records,

we'll use clean skins as carriers from now on.

Mate, the clean's gonna be shitting his decks

before he even got off the plane

He'll be poached right away.

Not if you pick the right bloke.

A carrier with form stays cool under pressure.

Done a run yourself, have you, Bob?

Don't think so.

It's a lot easier to stay cool if you don't have

dodgy as fuckery tattooed on your forehead.

If you look like you belong in a respectable middle class,

not Long Bay.

This is not your field.

I handle and import export, got it?

Pardon me for breathin'.

How much stock have we got left?

A kilo, for outstanding orders in NZ.

Well, let's shop it there then.

Make hay while the sunshine shines.

♪ Now listen ♪

I suppose you've got somebody

from the respectable middle class in mind, hey, mate?

♪ I'ma turn you around ♪

♪ Gonna turn around once ♪

♪ And we'll do the Eagle Rock ♪

♪ Oh mamma ♪

♪ Oh you're rockin' swell ♪

♪ Hmm yeah, you do it so well ♪

♪ Well we do it so well

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No worries.

You and Terry must be excited.

You been together a while?

A fair while, yeah.

Terry runs a furniture importing business, doesn't he?

Yeah.

What sort of furniture?

Sorry, I have to pee.

♪ Doin' the Eagle Rock ♪

♪ Whoa oh oh ♪

♪ Come on fast ♪

♪ You can come on slow ♪

♪ I'm just crazy ♪

Would you like to dance?

♪ About the way we move ♪

♪ Doin' the Eagle Rock ♪

What does he want us to do?

Take it.

We deliver it.

We bring back the cash.

Well, how much is he gonna pay out?

Hey, Allison, isn't it?

Great party.

Do you guys want a coffee?

No, we gotta go, don't we, Izzy?

Gotta pack. - Yeah.

Where are you off to?

Just back home for a bit.

Yeah, bye.

One of a kind view, isn't it?

It'd be a heck of a challenge to paint,

getting the light right in the water.

Are you an artist?

When I have time.

Wayne tells me you're a kindie teacher.

What brings you to Sydney?

My mum passed away recently.

Leukemia.

I'm sorry.

I nursed her.

You must be very brave.

Anyway, here I am.

Ready for a bit of fun.

Now, here's hoping.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ All right ♪

Terry Clark, as it turned out,

had much more in common with Bob Trimboli

than their shared interest in the heroin business.

Like Aussie Bob,

Kiwi Terry had a kind of genius for corrupting people.

- Wayne? - Huh?

Nothing.

Night.

♪ Go steam train ♪

♪ Won't you carry me home ♪

♪ Take me to the city while you carry the load ♪

♪ I've gotta a girl on my mind ♪

♪ And she won't leave me alone ♪

Fuck.

30-love, 'tis.

40-love.

I can fucking count.

How's my form, baby?

Lookin' good.

Let's go, Romeo.

You played really well.

Good match, mate.

Mm, you all right to drop that stuff off?

Yeah, sure.

Just gotta drop Allison back in Bondi.

Oh mate, you'd be half the day in traffic.

I'll drop her off. - I'll just take her.

I'll drop her off.

- See you later, baby. - Bye.

See you, Wayne.

Doug and Isabel are just back from Auckland.

Gonna have lunch with them.

Wanna come?

I'd love to.

Wayne won't mind?

He knows I'm sick of being alone in that flat.

Take my life, take my life.

What?

Don't you want it?

That's really fuckin' good.

Excuse me.

What do you feel like?

There's gin.

So what about Impressionism?

Monet, Manet, Degas?

Impressionism's old world, man.

It's done yesterday.

It's a new world for art, tell.

Abstraction, modernism, pop art.

People want stuff that says something

about the here and now.

That's beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, Doug just got it for me.

In Auckland?

Yeah.

You were working there for Terry, weren't you?

That's really good?

Yeah.

Well, it must pay well, whatever you are doing.

Hope you had fun today.

Oh, I did.

I did too.

Well, wait.

Will I see you again?

Look at you.

Look at your little mouth.

Who do you think he looks like?

Well, he's got your eyes.

Okay, here we go.

Now, pina colada for the new mum.

You'd prefer a daiquiri, wouldn't you, Maria?

Sure.

Hello, oh, hello.

Oh, oh.

You're upset.

You've all got a secret.

You reckon?

Have a guess then.

Well, it could be anything.

Your job, imports, exports.

So, what does that mean?

I import a product.

I export some of it.

It sounds like you're a drug smuggler.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Are you?

You're the boss, Mr. Big, Mr. Asia.

I'm the boss maybe, but if there's a Mr. Asia,

it's my partner Marty in Singapore.

You're so clever.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, forget it.

Forget I said anything.

Forget me.

Why?

It's dangerous.

Wrong for you.

You can't be a part of it.

What if I choose to be?

You're a kindergarten teacher from Rotorua.

No, you're not a part of my world.

I can be.

let me be.

You're carrying 25,000 Australian dollars

for Marty in Singapore.

Is it for drugs?

For our next shipment.

If you don't get through, I'm in all sorts of trouble.

Well, I thought some in this with my makeup on top

and then the rest under my undies.

That's good.

When you were little,

what was the name of your imaginary friend?

♪ Funky funky funky ♪

How did you know I had one?

Lisa Ann.

♪ Funky funky funky ♪

♪ Right on, right on, right on, right on ♪

Thank you.

♪ Funky funky funky to the bone ♪

♪ Funky funky funky ♪

At Singapore Airport, try and relax.

They'll be looking for anyone acting oddly, acting guilty.

You've got nothing to feel guilty about.

You've got nothing to fear.

You're only carrying money.

You're not gonna go to jail.

It's not like you're hurting anyone.

♪ Funky funky funky to the bone ♪

Want a ride? Come with me, come with me.

Right, right, old pal, right, right.

We're okay.

Lisa?

Right, Terry said you were a right bonnie lass,

and for once, he weren't fuckin' with me.

I'll take those here.

I'll take those for ya.

Come on.

This way.

How was your flight? - Ah, it was all right.

- It's okay, good. - Yeah.

Good day, mate.

Ralph Ray.

How'd you go, Ralph?

Next door running.

Better luck next time.

♪ You've gotta keep a puttin' a bootin' ♪

♪ A runnin' a hidin' ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get you ♪

♪ Gotta keep a one step, a two step ♪

♪ A quick step, a big step ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

♪ I've got to make it waterproof ♪

♪ 'Cause it just can't go on ♪

♪ Ooh now, then don't look back ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

- Georgie? - Yeah?

♪ You've gotta keep a puttin' a bootin' ♪

Good day, Mr. Freeman.

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

Thanks, Mr. Freeman.

♪ A quick step, a big step ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

So, it went straight to George's.

Did not pass go, did not collect 200.

There must be tens of thousands in those bags.

Protection money for the SP then.

George is a busy man.

Got people to pay and pay off.

Bent cops, dodgy lawyers, telecom executives.

Money can't buy in love,

but it's pretty good for everything else.

I know you Commonwealth cops

are all about the big picture and not making arrests,

but we've got a real chance here to stop corruption

before it gets even more entrenched.

Stop Freeman from buying even more political favors.

You know, take away his protection.

You wanna make this official?

Half the coppers in the state are on Freeman's books.

You'd have to take any report pretty high

to be sure you're safe.

Well then, I'll aim high.

I'll take it right to the top.

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

♪ Have to keep one step, two step, ♪

♪ A quick step, a big step ♪

♪ Because it's gonna get to you ♪

♪ You got to keep a puttin' a bootin' ♪

♪ A runnin', a hidin' ♪ ♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

♪ I've gotta keep a one step, a two step ♪

♪ A quick step, a big step ♪

♪ 'Cause it's gonna get to you ♪

♪ It's the last weekend in the game ♪

♪ For the hit and run ♪

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

♪ I keep running running running ♪

♪ From the hit and run ♪

♪ Ah ha ha ♪

Oh.

♪ Keep a running ♪

♪ Ah ha ha ha ♪

♪ Keep on runnin' ♪

Have a good day.

See you later.

Next please.

Anything to declare?

Only that you're a bit of a bunny.

I'd like to check out your burrow.

I bet it's nice and furry.

Okay, Tinkerbell, how about you show me yours,

and I'll show you mine, eh?

For you lover, I'll go the whole way.

Pommy Lewis had smuggled

kilos of heroin into Australia

for Terry Clark without a hitch.

So, you'd have to say it was cruel justice

that when he did get caught,

it was for 10 lousy grams of cannabis.

Jack Smith, Federal Narcotics Bureau.

What's your name, sweetheart?

Have you done the internal search yet, Sandra?

No.

Where's my gloves?

Thank you.

The Clark needed Pommy operational,

so he asked Brian Alexander

to call in another New South Wales institution

of the '70s, bail for sale.

Slip the right coppers the right amount,

and you were free to go.

Yeah, about two grand.

I'm surprised at you, Brian.

I mean, the man had 10 grams

of a serious narcotic substance.

Where was it?

Secreted in his underwear.

Four grand.

Hang on, hang on.

Our boys will need a drink out of it too.

Better make it six.

- Six fuckin' grand? - Good point, Jack.

Geez, I'm in a fuckin' police station.

I'm gettin' fuckin' robbed.

Six grand it is,

and by the time it gets to court,

I would've forgotten that I ever saw the hippie prick.

Mm, peace, man.

♪ Let's take it easy ♪

♪ We'll put all of it on ya ♪

♪ We'll take it easy ♪

♪ We'll put all of it on ya ♪

We need the next load in from Singapore.

I need the bloody mauler.

We don't need our courier arrested.

Pommy's safe as houses.

Woo hoo hoo.

Puttin' me on a retainer

was the smartest move you've ever made, mate.

Federal Narcotics Bureau have opened a file on you.

No, they haven't.

I saw it with my own eyes, your real name.

Terrence John Clark.

Pommy fell apart under the pressure.

Fuck.

I thought you said he wasn't mad with me.

Pom, he's not.

He's worried about you.

Baby, have you seen my Gemstone Quarterly?

Terry's spoken to a lawyer.

You could get five years for 10 grams.

Skipping bail is your only option.

He's just gonna drive me up to

Queensland for a boat, right?

Get on board.

You get sailed to Jakarta or Suva, one of those.

He's here.

You got it.

29,000, car found at home.

Movin' up in the world, tell?

Thought it was time I treated myself.

You set to run things in Auckland for a bit,

a couple of weeks?

Maybe Doug would be better.

No, Wayne, you're my man.

You're the only one I trust.

You better call a taxi.

Don't wanna miss your flight.

Yeah, okay,

See ya, Pom.

Hop in.

Sunshine State and freedom, here we come, eh?

Terry, mate, I don't wanna put you out.

I'll get a bus.

I've gotta run the engine in.

Do me a favor, hop in.

- Here we go, Harry. - Woo.

Oh, you're back so soon.

Are you all right?

He's dead.

What?

I shot him.

He pulled a gun on me.

He was weird as soon as we left Sydney.

He threw my money, reckoned I owed him.

He pulled a gun on me

and started screaming at me to pull over.

He was going to kill me.

If I hadn't got the gun,

if I hadn't stopped him, he'd have shot me.

He'd have shot me.

And all I could think about is you.

Terry?

I thought he was my friend.

Everyone would sit down in the end.

I won't.

Let me be with you whenever you can.

I'm gonna be with you all the time.

We could.

No, we couldn't.

What?

I gotta go to Singapore.

Pommy was gonna come.

Pick up a shipment, an important one.

Well, I'll do it.

I'll do his run.

It isn't money you'd be carrying this time.

It's heroin.

You ready?

Great.

Okay, that's good.

Okay, take a deep breath.

That's it.

Very good.

Nice, perfect.

Look at that.

20 200-gram bags.

Wouldn't you have thought that much would fit, eh, tell?

Wait, let's get that shit on.

- I'll do it. - Okay.

I'd rather be takin' this off you.

A ticket.

You've got the window seat.

We're not sitting together.

It's safer.

Traveling separately.

I'll watch you through customs.

You'll be fine.

Just remember the plan.

Relax.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

It's not as if anyone's getting hurt.

If she was caught with heroin in Singapore,

Allison faced the death penalty.

Anything to declare?

No, thanks.

Of course we don't have

capital punishment in Australia,

but trafficking four kilos of 95% pure Chinese white,

that was way outside bail for sale.

It would've been 12 years minimum.

- Next. - Good day.

Hi, anything to declare?

It's bloody good to be home.

Well, you have yourself a good day.

- Thanks, love. - See you.

Next.

Hi, how are you today?

Anything to declare?

No, thank you.

Okay, have a good day.

Okay, cheers.

Next.

Anything to declare?

Thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Next please.

Hi. - How are you doing?

I did it.

You did.

Oh my God, I did it.

How much is it worth?

Millions.

Millions?

And I brought it in.

Do you want your pay?

How about that?

How about that?

♪ You had the time to turn me on ♪

Want some more?

♪ One day you will turn around, and I'll be gone ♪

♪ I can't stand the way you treat this heart of mine ♪

♪ If you wanna stay, you'd better get your filthy lies ♪

♪ Step it up ♪

♪ You've got to get up, gotta get up now ♪

Hope your lucks here tonight, George.

You too, Robert.

Yeah, well, I'm truly turned.

How do you like this bag of fruit?

Pretty spiffy, huh?

Very smart, mate.

Your fly's undone.

90 grand on the button.

You wanna count it?

I trust you, Robert.

Oh, you heard about that hoppity little cop

that had done that report on ya.

Shows us who the good guys are, huh?

Freeman controls virtually

all the illegal gambling on the East Coast.

He controls his organized crime network with hired muscle.

He has a reputation for ruthlessness,

and with small and large payoffs,

some of which I believe go to certain CIB detectives.

Very impressive, Senior.

Thank you, sir.

But let's be realistic.

This rocks a lot of boats,

and some people won't welcome getting splashed.

I wanna make certain it's not stuck

in someone's bottom drawer, and that means arrests.

Think it's time we made some.

Yes, sir.

Go.

Police, don't move.

Yes, Minister, fully investigated.

♪ We're so fresh that our rhymes don't fly ♪

If SP bookmaking operated from there,

Division 21 found no evidence of it.

And the rest of the report,

I'm afraid the bulk of allegations have proved baseless.

Yes, Minister, fully investigated.

Detective Mobbs should be

rewarded for his initiative and commitment.

A promotion?

I can think of a station in need of a

bright young bloke like him.

♪ We're so fresh that our rhymes don't fly ♪

♪ That's the funk ♪

♪ We're so fresh that our rhymes don't fly ♪

Wonker.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

And you should hear my wife's,

That must have been some report.

Oh, I can't make a fuss.

I'll lose my job.

See you, Greg.

Look, anyway, thanks.

Bide your time.

We'll get the bastards.

Yeah, I don't think

that's the way the world works, Inspector.

At least not this one anyway.

By the way, Trimboli just bought a unit

in Liverpool for his girlfriend.

Paid for it in cash.

Not bad for a mid-level go between with a gambling problem.

See you in the next life.

♪ Since I met you ♪

♪ I thought I loved her ♪

♪ If the sky is blue ♪

It wasn't working for us, Wayne.

You're really into your gemology.

We were growing apart.

You and Terry.

Hey, I want us to be friends.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

You're doing good work.

Yeah, well, I love to serve my master.

I know you and Isabel are using.

You know, we've got it under control, tell.

I mean, we're not addicts or anything.

Of course not.

Too smart for that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, absolutely.

Just rest and recreation.

All right.

Interested in increasing your workload?

Sure.

I mean, crossing the Dutch permanently.

Set up home here.

Yeah, yeah, sure, mate.

Sounds great.

How much?

Yeah, 400 a week.

Plus enough gear for the two of you

to enjoy your rest and recreation.

Terry says you're a really great courier, eh?

A natural.

Did you hear about Pommy?

To think he'd betray Terry like that.

Yeah, but what about Terry?

I mean, it's a guy he's known for years.

Pommy was gonna kill him.

What?

Terry told Doug that he pretended that the Jag broke down.

Look at the distributor.

- What, this thing? - Yeah.

Then he blew the back of Pommy's his head off.

And then, then he got a shovel.

Then, he just.

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

Doug reckons that Terry must have

like a split personality to do something so savage.

Narc on me.

♪ None of them are you ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

No, he doesn't.

Now, I don't know what Doug heard.

Terry was just protecting himself, protecting all of us,

and we should be grateful to him.

Oh no, I am.

I mean, Allison, you're not.

I mean, you're not gonna say anything to Terry, are you?

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ I got to stop these tears that's fallin' from my eye ♪

♪ Or walk out in the rain so no one sees me cry ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

Just the one, is it, Wayne?

No, no, make it two.

♪ Can't stop the memory that goes climbing through my brain ♪

♪ I get no answers so the question still remains ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪ (Allison moaning) ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again ♪

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh ooh ♪

It's a jungle out there.