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I'm done with school.
You know what plans we got for ya.

Yeah, I got plans of my own.
New recruit?

Found him on the street.
He followed me home.

John Ibrahim.
Pleased to meet you, Mr Freeman.

There's a joke on here

and there is a very good dollar
to be made every week.

You Kings Cross boys had a busy night.

Oh, just an affray, mate.

Give you any trouble?
Nup.

I want to be as successful
as you, you know?

I want to have what you've got.
I'm sure you do.

If you're serious about making money
you've got to stay out of trouble.

Arggh!

Don't know if I can do this, George.

You're too pretty and too small
to be the toughest,

but you're smart enough
to be the smartest.

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

Why should I forgive you?

Your children have forsaken me

and throng to the houses of prostitutes.

The Golden Mile
attracts people from all over,

searching for their own
personal Holy Grail,

from western suburbs boys
looking to get rich

to country girls looking for love.

Once upon a time,
a waitress called Kim Hollingsworth

arrived in Kings Cross
following her heart...

...or to be more accurate,

following a Prince Charming

because he'd told her the Golden Mile
was the only place to be,

the happening place.

He was right.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Are you already here?

Oh, my God! What are you doing?!

Kim, I told you I'd meet you
in the fucking foyer!

You're having sex with prostitutes?
No, look.

Kim, this is, you know...
this is your fault. It is.

I got needs, OK?
I have... I have sophisticated needs.

And I have every right
to have them fulfilled... it's fair.

You said a night for us in a fancy hotel.

Kim, I wouldn't do any of this
with the other women

if you weren't such a dud bloody root!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah, you got a sweet girl
and you say shit like that to her.

Sorry, no-one asked either of you.
Just... please?

You never said anything to me.
Ohh!

Oh, it's never their fault.

Always the lady's.
Silly knob.

Sorry, is this a fucking
feminist convention or something?

Is that what's... You know,
you spoil everything, Kimberley.

Right, that's it. Come with us.
We'll get you a coffee.

Hang on. Oi, what about my...
what about my blow job?

Blow it out your arse.
"Blow it out your arse"?

That's... that's charming, that is.

You are a plank of wood in bed, Kim.
You starfish bitch!

Fuck!

I was gonna marry him.

You don't want to marry
that dick, do you?

Actually, yeah.

He was my first.

He was your first?

Jeez, honey, if I married
the first bloke who fucked me,

I'd be married to my uncle.

So what do you do, Kim?

I work in a cafe.

Get tips?

Not really. Thank you.

If you don't mind me asking,
how much do you make a week?

About 160.

And you don't drink?

Do you earn good money?

Slow week, maybe a grand.

If we're busy or I do specials,
I can make 2.

$2,000?

In a week?

Ever thought of this line of work, Kim?

What? Oh, no.

I mean, I'm happy doing what I'm doing.

Of course,
Kim didn't really believe that

and nor did anyone else.

But she wasn't ready to admit it,
not just yet.

George Freeman provided
a home collection service

for punters who'd somehow forgotten
to settle up their gambling debts.

You got 20 seconds to come up with
George Freeman's 20 grand.

They took it. They already took it!

What are youse fucking doing here?

Collecting for Frank Moon.
Frank Moon?

I was gonna pay Mr Freeman first but...

Shut up! Shut up. Don't move.

You alright to wait so I can make a call?

Set a limit. If you don't have the money,
don't play. You understand?

Yeah, George.

How often do I have to come here?

Yeah, John. Uh, got a bit
of a problem here, mate.

You understand what I'm saying?
Frank Moon's boys are here.

Seems he had gambling debts
to him too.

So?

You're not fucking trying hard enough.

I was wondering what you'd
like us to do. That's all.

What the fuck do you think
I want you to do?

Excuse my French, sweetheart.

He's sending Lennie McPherson
over to sort it out.

What?!

We're supposed to hold you down
till he gets here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Just give it to them!

Take it.

200's mine, huh?
I hope you're telling the truth.

He is, Johnny. He is.
Yeah?

OK. Don't spend it all at once, eh?

You need some choof.

Let's go, boys.
See ya.

Hey, I'll catch up with you later, eh?

Can we have a word?
Yeah. Kitchen.

You after some more door shifts?

You know we can give you
as many as you want.

I want to make you an offer, actually.

One I can refuse or have you got
someone waiting for me up the alley?

I want to buy a share of this place, Mel.

You what?

I wanna buy into the Tunnel,

go into partnerships with you
and the other owners.

Son, a nightclub is not a kebab shop.

I don't wanna own a kebab shop.

You're serious. You really wanna buy in.

Of course I'm serious.
Mel, this club is a place to be seen.

Is it just you we'll be cosying up with

or, uh, is this really an offer
from the company?

It's just me, mate.

So George and Lennie
don't know what you're up to?

You think about this.

You have me on board,

you won't be paying $500 protection
every week for starters.

Don't worry, I can see the advantages.

Plus I'd still work the doors,
watch the other staff

and get rid of all the dead weights, mate.

Son, it sounds beautiful.

So how much? How much for 20%?

Son, the Tunnel's worth 1.5 mill.

Do me cheaper for cash?

I'll see you soon.

John Ibrahim
saw an opportunity,

grabbed it with both hands
and never looked back.

That was the secret to success
on the Golden Mile...

seizing the moment with both hands.

Johnny, is that you?

Morning, Mrs Wilson.
Just doing your bins.

Up so early! You're a good boy.

You tell your mother she's lucky
to have such a hardworking boy.

OK. See ya.

How long are you and Chook
out of the office for, Scully?

About a week, I reckon.

Trevor says you and Chook
are going after the bluefin.

Fishy, fishy, fishy!
Mate, you tried the home-brew?

8%.
Oh, yeah.

You like fishing?
Yeah.

Except I get bloody seasick and fish
make me get a rash all around...

It does!
Why do you go, then?

Give my wife a bit of a break, you know?

Plus Chook needs someone
to boss around.

Don't you, mate... boss me around?

You bloody need it, mate. You need it!

That little incident
with those thugs on Darlo Road

might be coming back to haunt ya.

Thanks, mate.
I thought they pleaded guilty, affray.

Yeah, one of 'em works in security.

He'll lose his licence
if he gets a conviction

so he's changed to not guilty.

Now, look, while I fully support
your version of events,

this could mean more negative publicity

for your blokes up the Cross.

Mm-hm.

We've already got pollies
screaming about corruption.

Mate, steak or, um, sausage?

Uh, steak, thanks, mate.

So what are you saying?

All I'm saying is it'd be in your best
interests to get a win up your way.

Den, our arrest rates in this city
are as high as any other station.

Yeah, piddling junkies
and two-bit drug dealers.

I'm talking major bust.

You know, one that gets headlines,

makes you blokes look like
a cross between Serpico and Jesus.

Which we are.

Just do something good
and be seen doing it.

# I can't get to sleep tonight

# I've been thinking of you all day long

# You know I'm playing with you now... #

Your target is Bill Bayeh.

Major heroin dealer of these parts.

Well, our information
has him mid-range at best.

Well, everything we're hearing
from the coalface

says he's ambitious, moving up.

Got a big shipment coming in from Asia.

You see, this gives us an opportunity

to actually make a dent
inside the smack trade,

you know, instead of pissing
our fine efforts

up against the wall.

What's your plan?

Well, we've nabbed
one of Bayeh's street dealers.

Ali Ghazzawie.

Got a record as long as a donkey's dick.

Donkey's tail, sorry.

We explained to him
that he could either do 5 to 10

for dealing in prohibited substances

or he could do himself, and us, a favour.

So he's agreed to meet with Bayeh,

and put a request in
for a large quantity of heroin

to sell to his Leb mates
back in Parramatta.

So what we do is we give Ali the cash,

we organise a place for the exchange

and when Bayeh
hands over the smack... bam!...

we nab him for the lot.

So what do you want from the AFP?

A gold star?

Inspector Lloyd, the only way
a rat-smart drug dealer like Bayeh

is gonna go for a deal like this

is if he's offered big numbers.

Anything pissy
and he'll smell a set-up a mile off.

How much is he selling?

Two kilos, 75% pure.

Street value... $1.4 million.

Wholesale value...
About 200 grand.

So you know what we're up against.

Us State coppers can't raise
that sort of cash, but you Feds can.

$200,000 is a lot of money.

Well, Bayeh's a lot of dealer.

I'd have to be across
all the planning. Every detail.

Absolutely... joint operation,

including sharing in the glory

when we make one of the biggest
drug busts in this city.

Honey, I'm... I'm really sorry.

You know I don't like cut flowers.
It's killing them.

Oh. I forgot.

You won't do it again?

I won't do it again. I won't.

You know I love you.

Hey, honey.

Did you take money out of my purse?
Aren't you meant to be at work?

I had $70 in there.
Now there's only $15.

Well, you spent it and you forgot about it.
No, I didn't!

I didn't fucking take it!
Well, where is it, then?

You tell me you love me
and you give me shit all the time.

I don't know what to do.

He steals from you,
he screws other women, he's into drugs.

Kim, it doesn't take a brain surgeon.

You're not still stuck on the idea

that if you sleep with a guy
you've gotta marry him, are you?

It's not that weird.

Oh, yes, it is!

Anyway, I need money to move out.
I need a bond and a week's rent.

That's gonna take me
bloody weeks to save up.

So get a better job.

At high school you always said
you wanted to be a copper.

"Make your fantasies come true."

What?

"Stacey, blonde and buxom."

Didn't you say those hookers you met
earned, like, two grand a week?

Yeah, for having sex
with men they don't know.

So I do that practically every Friday night

and the only thing I get out of it
is a couple of lousy tequilas.

Come on, my bank bill is off the planet.

I know a girl.
She worked for an escort agency.

It'd be alright, I reckon.

Maybe I am to blame.

Trent says I'm frigid.

Maybe you are.

Come on, fellas. Live show!

Come on in!

Have you talked
to your partners yet?

I told them you were
knee-high to a grasshopper.

But they could see the advantage

of going with someone with your, um...

...youthful enthusiasm
and particular skills.

For 140,000.

With a deposit of what?

70.

Boys.

Hey, George.

Can you hold this for me?

Actually, you know what?
Can you hold all my pay from now on?

You know, be my bank.

You'll be asking for interest next.

You saving for something special, John?

You know, I just see these other pricks,

money goes through their hands
like water.

Haven't got money in your pocket,
you can't spend it, can ya?

Thanks, George.

Ambitious copper
Dennis Kelly

was another man who understood
the importance of seizing the day.

He knew a golden opportunity
when he saw one.

You watch it, Davo.

And Dennis NEVER
looked a gift horse in the mouth.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Ah, Mr Wu, another fantastic spread.

Thank you.
Thank you, yes.

Apologies for intruding,
but my wife's nephew...

you recall he got into some trouble.

Armed robbery and got six years, hmm?

Yes, yes, foolish boy
who deserved his sentence.

Oh, he should be due for release soon.

We figured he will be deported.

He intended applying for permanent
residency, but this incident...

How is the boy doing these days?

Ashamed of his past. Reformed.

And if he were to stay?

I would give him a job.
The family would be very, very strict.

He just needs this chance.

We would be most, MOST grateful.

# He said,
"Hey, what's your name?"

# She said, "Touch me"

# He said, "Girl, what's your name?"

# She said, "Touch me"

# I'll show you everything
there is to show

# I'll teach you things
you don't even know

# We're going down to the river

# Then we're gonna go deeper

# Go deeper

# Go deeper... #

The exchange point is here.

Unmarked units here, here, here.

Marked units for backup should remain
in constant radio contact but out of sight.

Now, Bayeh's likely to arrive
in his car which is a...

Blue Merc.
Thank you.

And Mr Ghazzawie will approach
down Waratah Street on foot.

No-one goes in until
the exchange has happened, OK?

We want to get him for the lot.

Someone goes off half-cocked,

someone goes in before
he's actually handed over the smack

and taken the money,
then we lose half our charge sheet

and no-one gets any thanks
of a grateful nation.

Any questions?

OK. Let's make it a good one.

Make the call.

Hello.

I got the cash. It's all set.

Good.

OK, here they come.

Here.

That is not a Mercedes.

Yeah, but it's Bayeh.

I can't see the driver.

Just hand it over.

Oh, shit.

All units, go, go, go!
Come on, go!

What the fuck happened?!

It's a late model Ford...
A Commodore possibly.

Shit!

Registration number...
There is no plates, OK?

Approach suspect with caution,
could be armed.

Left, left, left!

OK, vehicle travelling north,
heading towards...

Turning left into the transport yards.

We lose him in here, we're fucked.

Jesus!

What are you trying to do? Kill us?!

Jeez, mate, you're not Brockie.

Are we even sure it's Bayeh in the car?

Car travelling south on the service lane.

All units converge at the southern end.

Left, left, left, left!

Back up! Back up!

Back, back, back, back!

Oh!
Fucking hell!

There he is. He's gone
straight out through the gate!

Unit four, we've lost visuals.
Do you have them?

Negative, sir.
We lost him.

Fuck!

Ali Ghazzawie
was found two hours later

in a back lane in Marrickville.

I'm looking into the window
and it wasn't Bill.

It was two other clams
I've never seen before.

One of them's all, "Bill sent me."
And I'm all, "Where's the smack?"

He's all, "Get in the fucking car,
I'll take you to it."

And I'm all, "No fucking way
am I getting in your car!"

And he's all, "Get in the car, dickhead."

And then he fucking pulls a gun on me

and I'm all,
"Don't fucking shoot me, OK?"

And he's all, "I won't shoot you
if you get in the fuckin' car!"

What happened to the money?

I don't fucking know.

I blacked out when they gave me this.

What happened
to the money?

Good question.

# I want to see you

# I want to see you twisted around

# Yeah, you want to change

# You should be moving it around... #

About here will do.

Cheerio, mate.

# You can waste it when you've got it

# You can stop your baby crying... #

That Federal 200,000
had to go around a fair few people.

But as they said back then,
everyone got a drink out of it.

Everyone in on the joke, that is.

There was talk, of course,

and plenty of people suspected a scam.

But knowing corruption exists
is one thing.

Proving it, well, that's something else.

G'day, fellas.

Hey, Trev.

How was the fishing trip?

Beauty.

Hey, Chook, happy birthday, mate.

Present for ya.
Oh, thanks, Trev.

Sculls, one for you too, mate.
Buy yourself that new rod, eh?

Enjoy.
Thanks, Trev.

For years, Independent
New South Wales MP John Hatton

had run a crusade
against police corruption.

So far, he'd failed to get
the numbers in parliament

for the royal commission he wanted,

but the media were beginning
to get behind him

and a few senior officers could see
which way the wind was blowing.

Nose to the grindstone.
Good to see, mate.

Slumming it, sir?

You're invited to a party Friday night.

What's the occasion?

The dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

That party
became the stuff of legend.

Assistant commissioners,
chief supers, supers,

chief inspectors, the odd inspector...

they put their heads together
and drew a line in the sand.

Whether Hatton gets his
royal commission or not,

these are changing times.

Old ways belong to old times.

Exactly.

Rule a line, turn the page.
It's the only way forward.

Ha-ha!

Holy moly. Look at you!

Chief Inspector Kelly.
Fuck me for a queen.

Many happy returns, mate.
Thank you very much, Dennis. Cheers.

So who do you have to root
to get one of those, mate?

Ah, I chucked
my hat in the ring, got lucky.

Good on ya, mate.
Congratulations.

You didn't take my advice.

Mate, I hang off your
every fucking word. You know that.

Well, I don't remember advising you
to rip off the Feds 200 grand, mate.

Oh, God, come on, Den!

No-one got hurt, did they?

Through to the keeper.

The word is from above
we've gotta keep our noses clean.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, those fucking desk jockeys
and their fucking gabfest...

there's nothing in it.

That's not how I saw it, mate.

I saw it as a warning.

You were at that meeting?

Well, well, well.

Moving up in the world are we, matey?

Playing with the big fellas.

Well, good on you, mate. Fair dinkum.

Ohh!

Hello.

Hello.

Are you not hungry, Piggy, huh? Why?

Probably still full from last night.

Had a mountain of fish,
didn't you, Piglet?

I might take her for a check-up.

What the fuck?!

There was over $300 in there!

Well, I didn't fucking take it!

Don't lie to me! You took it
and you shoved it up your nose!

Kim!

Ohh!

So what if I fucking did?!

Jesus.

Need a bit of relief
living with you, you mental bitch.

Oh, Kim, I'm the best thing in your life.

Don't pretend I'm not!

Um, excuse me.
What you want?

Uh, just the Yellow Pages, please.

Thank you.

Morning, Mrs Freeman.
Is George there?

Thanks.

George. Yeah, just wondering
if we can organise my payday.

So what made you
choose us?

Um, your ad was probably the classiest.

It pays to spend
that little bit extra, doesn't it?

Now, have you done
any escort work before?

No.

But we're up for it.

Lovely. Our girls are all so happy.

No complaints. And the nicest clients.

Now, are you aware
that escorting involves nudity?

You'll have to take your clothes off.

And it can involve sex.

What's the pay like?

$250 for two hours.

Clients call us, we page you,
you phone us for the address.

We take $100 in fees

and you lovely ladies get to keep the rest.

# Take him out of love
He's been there before

# He knows the feeling it can give

# Loss of memory, lots of indecision

# Doesn't know who to believe, oh-oh

# Well, I know the merits of a motion

# Directed to the man in me, oh

# I'll be as good as the next best boy

# But you know what I really need

# All I need to get is stimulation

# So get me up against the wall

# You know I need it, stimulation

# But I never thought you'd be that bold

# Oh, oh, oh

# Oh, oh, oh, oh

# Oh, oh, oh... #

500 short.

Who hasn't paid?

The Tunnel.

They won't be paying anymore.

What makes them so special?

I bought the place.

You what?

I bought into the Tunnel. 20%.

I figure I don't need to pay myself
to protect the place.

You got some balls, son.

He's a shifty little fuck.

I'm not sure about shifty,
but he was definitely cheeky.

In fact, he was still too young
to buy a beer in his own nightclub.

You're not gonna bail out, are you?

No. I'm only doing this
a couple of times, though.

The minute I've got a bond, I'm out.

Yep... me too.

You liar!

It's me.

Hi, it's Belinda.

Yep. Yeah, I know the place.

OK.

Some place in Coogee.

Last one to make a grand's
a rotten root.

'Bye!

You from the agency?

Mm-hm.

Come on in.

Thank you.

You want a drink?

Oh, no, thanks.

Just a blow job will be fine.

Pardon?

A blow job.

Then maybe you can play with yourself.

What are you doing?

Isn't that right?

Haven't you done this before?

No.

Shit!

You know, you might be a bit

too straight for this sort of work.

# Sometimes
when this place gets kind of empty

# The sound of your breath
fades with the light

# I think about this

# Loveless fascination

# Under the Milky Way tonight

# Lower the curtain down on Memphis

# Lower the curtain down... #

Where've you been?

Why are you dressed like that?

Fuck!

You want a whore?

You got one.

Now fuck off out of my life.

# Wish I knew what you were looking for

# I might have known
what you would find... #

Kim Hollingsworth
took her chance, seized her destiny,

empowered herself.

But part of her brain was screaming.

Had she just sold her soul
for the price of the rent?

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #