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I was the most notorious police informer in Australian legal history.

I broke all the rules, I betrayed everyone...

One.

...friends and enemies.

Two.

I had wealth, position, opportunity...

Three.

Why did I do it?

You're about to find out.

Are you gonna do it?

If you make me give evidence, when people find out it's me...

They won't find out.

...all my cases will come under scrutiny, dozens of crims...

Nicola...

...will go free... We'll make sure that doesn't happen.

...you'll be gone, and I'll be dead - a bullet in my head.

So, are you gonna do it?

Most people didn't feel sorry for me, for my... predicament.

Top of the list...

Carl Williams.

? I'm alone

? You are gone... ?

He was the first to sniff me out,

the first to suspect I was an informer.

? ..There'd be a time... ?

But I didn't kill him, I didn't want anyone dead.

I didn't.

I was just like you to once.

I had ambition, I wanted to make my mark.

But unfortunately, for us ladies,

though they are impressive drinkers and talkers...

...sometimes we don't want talk, do we.

Though they are impressive drinkers and talkers,

most here are not as impressive in other ways.

And thus would not constitute a well hung jury.

You cannot write that.

I already have.

And once a worthy jury is chosen...

If the dancing frenzy...

Police, nobody move.

...and the amount of alcohol consumed are any indication

of the future legal acumen,

then those at the 1993 Law Ball

will constitute an impressive addition to our worthy profession.

Oh, my God.

Well done.

Nicola Gobbo?

Yeah, that's me.

Could you come with us please?

That got me now, heh.

What's going on?

Is this your bedroom?

You are a smoker?

You own this house?

Paying off a mortgage.

You're very young...

How do you have money for that?

My father died.

He left me some.

Look, I didn't know anything about the...

- It doesn't change the facts. - I didn't know about any of this.

100g of amphetamine, marijuana in trafficable amounts...

Please...

I'm studying to be a lawyer.

If I get charged...

I'm begging you.

I don't like to beg.

Is there anything I can do?

I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.

That's the law.

If you own the house, you'll be charged.

Unless...

You give us something else.

I'll get a detective to take your statement.

Still bothering you.

Journos are following me everywhere.

What a nightmare.

No...

Leave them open.

My brush with a dark side, Em...

I'm notorious.

Nic, what about your degree?

It's OK, I'm getting a good behaviour bond with no conviction recorded.

Brian's getting the trafficking charge.

Don't look at me like that, I didn't help them.

Are you kidding?

Never...

I hate the bloody cops.

Everyone always expected me to go into law, a lot of my family had.

So, I studied hard, put in the hours.

I left the past behind and just kept looking forward.

By the time I was admitted to the bar,

the Melbourne Gangland War was in full flight.

Gangitano was shot several times

in his Templestowe home just after 11pm.

The murder investigation will not be easy.

There are a number of persons of interest in this case,

and police say there could be more than one killer.

It'd never been like this before.

I was working 24/7, sleeping three hours a night.

? Better get a lawyer, son

? You'd better get a real good one

? Better get a lawyer, son

? You'd better get a real good one

? Get yourself a suit and tie

? And get your hair cut way up high

? Get yourself a lawyer, son

? You're gonna need a real good one

I became one of the youngest female barristers in Victorian history,

and started working where no one expected,

representing any crim who'd have me.

The Czech bird breeder who smuggled parrot eggs in his daks.

A rock spider who put cameras in kids toilets.

And even a cop killer.

But not all my clients were cockroaches.

Her husband was... an enthusiastic drinker.

He beat this woman every day.

So, Maria did what any woman might...

After 50 years of emotional and physical abuse,

she belted him...

with a saucepan...

Flipped the marinara out and whack!

And I for one, say good riddance.

I was moving up, getting work, getting known by crims...

...and cops.

I'll be right down, Detective.

Don't start.

Listen, I'm your friend, Nic.

- Oh, Jesus. - And I...

I know that you think that I am a bit...

But you're gonna have to...

You cannot be a wild child forever.

A wild child?

Don't make fun of me, Nic, I see you.

I see you with cops one day and clients the next,

and it's pretty fucking off.

Em, I'm sorry, I'm not making fun of you.

I know you're just looking out for me, but... lawyers are so boring.

This is just the start, I have a lot further to go than this.

And I did have a lot further to go.

All the way to Tony Mokbel.

He ran a $400 million drug ring,

he had 30 cars, a yacht, a horse stable and...

lots of shitty lawyers.

You can't get me paid, you're kidding, right?

The car was unlocked...

No, no, don't give me that fucking excuse, I told you...

You know, the car was unlocked for 20 minutes.

I mean, I think you're actually in a really strong...

...and you couldn't get it done?

What's wrong with you blokes?

I'll just be a tick.

Mr Mokbel...

Tony Mokbel...

You remember me?

I helped your brother, Horty, with his tax problem.

Yeah, yeah, I remember you.

And I couldn't help overhearing now, about your present difficulty.

You need some help, don't you.

Starving kids need help, darlin'.

Well, I don't know about them, but I can get you bail.

I became Fat Tony's lawyer.

He got bail and I got famous.

I had arrived.

Thank you, thank you.

Just a few words.

Her Honour stated, in her wisdom,

that Australians wouldn't tolerate

the indefinite detention of one of its citizens

while cases of corrupt police are still being decided.

So, she has granted bail with a surety of $1 million

to Mr Antonios Sajih Mokbel.

What do you think I am, a Junior Shit-kicker.

Yeah, I understand what you...

Hang on a tick.

Nicola Gobbo...

Yeah, no worries, I'll call you back in two.

Mate... Mate, I'm not looking for truth or justice,

just the best outcome for you.

Yeah, whatever you tell me, it never goes any further.

Meet me in my chambers in an hour and we can discuss things, OK?

Bloody Muppet.

...the Bogan from Broadmeadows.

Drug king-pin and baby-faced killer.

Tony said we should meet.

He said you might be interested in my representation

using the same bail tactics I did for him.

And he said my fee wouldn't be a problem.

Nope.

OK...

If you'll sign here, hiring me,

I'll get the paperwork from your previous lawyer

and when I'm up to speed, get you out of here in a few days.

How does that sound?

Sweet.

Well, I'd better keep moving.

Another client's getting the shits.

They don't see you come on, do they.

Who doesn't?

Everyone.

How can they not see this?

You distract 'em with that...

The hair, showin' a little bit of tittie.

Just like I distract 'em with a slouch back.

Untidy runners, trackie daks...

Just another dickhead eating KFC.

Crumbs down me chest and a little bit of dribble.

No reason to worry about Carl.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

I'm nothing like you, mate.

I got Williams out of prison within a week.

Not bad, heh?

Roberta jumped for joy as Carl went straight...

straight for the throttle.

No one knew he was about to put The Gangland War into overdrive.

Eat a bag of dicks, ya fucker!

Carl's newfound freedom made a 2000 a memorable year...

As the bodies piled up...

Without warning...

...I just got busier, I was everywhere.

Underworld sources suggest

the killing was linked to a major shipment of drugs

which was stolen from the motel room at the time of the shooting.

Police believe they know

the identity of at least one of Mr Dibra's killers.

Police believe Mark Moran's killer

was waiting as he arrived home at 8:30pm last night.

The 36-year-old was given no chance to escape the assassin's bullets.

You're fuckin' kidding me.

Paul Dale was a young sergeant in the drug squad.

He was good, respected, he got results.

Well, I don't trust you and you don't trust me, mate.

Get your gear off.

I thought it was bullshit,

but Carl said his dealings with Dale were a little different.

If anyone asked, Carl said he was paying Dale to keep trouble away.

The money meant Carl wasn't a dog.

Dale swore this was all lies, he could prove it.

He never met Carl alone...

...never took money...

He only used Carl as a source.

I knew Dale long before Carl ever did,

and so, by now all the planets had aligned.

What is the difference between a lawyer and a liar?

- What? - Pronunciation.

Get stuffed.

I knew Dale, and I knew Carl Williams and Tony Mokbel.

What's the difference between a lawyer and a pit bull?

- What? - Lipstick.

Alright, I've got one.

How many cops does it take to throw a crim down the stairs?

No idea.

None... He fell.

It was a mad time.

Cops will tell you they hung out with me to get intel on the crims,

and crims will say they hung out to keep tabs on the cops.

And let me tell you, sometimes it was hard to know who was playing her.

But I won't lie...

I loved it.

I was at the centre of it all, on top of the world.

Then it all started to go wrong, and it started to go wrong here

at Harp Road, Kew, with a small-time ecstasy dealer.

Terry Hodson was old school - love your family and never lag.

- Alright... - Oh, look at that, look at that!

Eh, who wants one? Nic, you want a little one?

I know you breastfeeding, love, do you want one?

- Dad, piss off with that. - I'm only joking.

- Eh, what's for tea? Is that... - You just ate it.

Oh, get flogged.

Oi, no swearing in front of Dylan, I told you that.

What, I said flogged, it's not swearing, you silly clunt.

Dad, gimme that, you're gonna drop it.

- Oh, gimme that, here, gimme that. - Oh, gosh.

- Be careful. - I will, come on.

I never dropped you once, did I?

Except that time when you fell on your...

- Oh, hello, my little villain. - Hello.

Look at you, I could eat you up.

Oh, don't hurt him, Tez.

I'm not gonna hurt in, I'm just gonna eat him up.

He's beautiful.

- Dad... - I know.

Alright, turn the music down, get me Roscoe.

- Ter... - It's alright, love.

Terry?

Terry?

Terry!

Terry!

Terry, fuck man, it's Rod.

- It's Rod, it's alright. - Come on.

Rod mate, hey.

Come on, fuck.

- Come on, come in, quick. - Banging on the fucking door.

Alright, well keep it down.

Don't put the camera on me, Christine, come on.

I wasn't.

Hey, no swearing, with got bubs here, alright?

Get fucked and put the bloody gun away, would you?

- Alright. Molly, Rosie, shut it. - Fuck, what a hellhole.

- Fuck, are you carrying, or what? - Yeah mate, always carrying.

'Bout bloody time.

Have a look at my grandson,

he's just like me, he's handsome, isn't he? Say hello.

- Yeah, yeah, whatever. - There he is.

- So, you got eccy? - Got lemons.

Oh yeah, and you can suck them.

Good ones?

- Yin and yang, mate, yin and yang. - Nice, nice, alright.

There we go, alright.

Oh, look after it. OK.

Alright, turn the music back up, let's party, clunts.

- Wait a minute. - You had these before?

Beg your pardon, have I had what before?

You fuckin' me, man?

You want a fuckin' slap or something?

Jesus fucking christ.

I was told Andy wanted to share of Terry's pill business.

So, without telling his dad, he started selling pills on the side.

But he wasn't as good at it as Terry.

? Nah, nah, nah, na-nah, na-nah, nah, nah

? Nah, nah, nah, na-nah, na-nah, nah, nah

? Watch out your mummy's eyes

? Better make up good lies... ?

God, stop.

Piss off, police brutality!

You're breaking my arm.

? ..Don't care about your honey

? Boys are in a queue, it's time for the Sunshine Drive

? First stop - frozen tequila

? Second stop - Melbourne Bitter

? Third stop - cowboy cocksucker

? Oh, yeah

? Gabba, gabba hey, Kat. ?

What, you're quitting?

But you were... I'm not, I'm not quitting.

I'm just...

I'm taking a break.

Plus, Neal wants to have kids and... so do I.

Hm.

I mean, don't you wanna have kids?

Are you kidding?

Me?

Maybe one day, far away, but now?

I'd be the worst mother...

Wait... are you pregnant?

No, no.

Not yet.

I just need a break, Nic.

Being around all those men, I...

It's lawyers, the crims.

Looking at us like we're some kind of novelty.

I mean, don't you find it...

I... No.

I want them to look at me.

I use it...

...and then...

...I outwork them.

I slap on a face and act like I belong.

And by acting it, sometimes just by acting it, I make it true.

Go away.

And after a while, it isn't an act anymore.

I belong, and they need me, and I'm in control.

If I waited to be accepted by them...

What the fuck?

How many times are you gonna let this fucking phone ring?

Tones, I'm sorry, I... I'm busy at the moment...

Well, get unbusy, I've a friend that needs your help.

Yeah, I can't, I...

It's not a request.

Don't get your panties in a knot, alright,

when did you turn down work?

Nic, I'll meet you there.

OK.

Tony Mokbel?

Emma, don't.

This arrest would change everything...

Have you said anything to them?

...ruin the careers of a dozen people...

What do I have to do to get my client...

...and finally lead to murder.

You got my Andy with that?

Well... I didn't give it to him.

I mean, what sort of dad you think I am?

Now, that's a question.

My kids are looking at real time.

Is there, a...

anything that can be done?

- I don't lag. - No, of course not.

But if you did...

It be a best shot at keeping your kids out of jail.

As long as you give us good information...

Sweet for everyone.

Always prided myself on being staunch.

We all got to adapt.

No, look, you can't...

You cannot let my kids know, alright?

Hey, only me and my boss will know about you, that's it.

Look, if anyone finds out... I am done, mate.

...there was no let up in the gangland murders.

Kallipolitis's killers certainly appeared

untroubled about carrying out, what amounted

to a public execution.

The police finally had enough.

They've decided to try something new.

Over 20 murders.

This is unacceptable, it must stop.

Giving into public pressure, the Piranha Task Force was set up.

We will create a new kind of detective hero -

meticulous and methodical.

They will have zero tolerance.

This is a war that we must and will win.

Run by an AFP hero come to make his mark

by ending Melbourne's Gangland War...

Now, I'll take questions, but I'll only take one at a time.

I had more work than ever.

Mr Moran is in deep depression...

I thought I could represent anyone,

even the Moran family, Tony Mokbel's blood enemies.

Yeah, right.

Pretty good, heh?

We've had a gut-full of Moran's shit...

- Get your hands off me. - ..they want them off the street.

- I represent who... - No, fuck you and fuck the Morans.

Who the hell are you to tell me who I...

I'm the guy who tells you not to work for the Morans, Bitch.

About now, Detectives Paul Dale and David Miechel

started watching a drug house in Oakleigh.

I hadn't heard about it yet, but everyone would soon.

Pill press?

Music to hump to.

Oh, shit.

Let's find out who's financing this place

before we buckle them, yeah?

Oh, there he is.

We started without you.

Detective David Miechel, the guy who arrested Mandy and Andy,

hard to believe, but true, was now Mandy's boyfriend.

Mandy's fucking a cop?

He arrested us, what are you doing with him?

I'm not screwing him, if that's what you're asking.

No, no, no, that's not what I'm fucking asking...

- Stay here. - What?

Don't fucking what me, are you fucking talking to the Jacks?

I'm talking to Miech, he's in there with your sister.

- Don't fucking bullshit me. - We're talking about the football -

- up the Pies, all that. - Don't fucking bullshit me!

- I am not! - If you're talking to the Jacks,

and someone finds out, they'll kill you.

- You fucking know it. - I'm not, alright.

I am not dogging to the Jacks.

Miechel spent lots of time with Terry now,

and introduced him to his boss, Detective Paul Dale,

who became one of Terry's handlers.

Yeah, it's a nice place, innit.

- Is a little bit pricey. - Ter... That's why you're paying.

Oh, you're skint again, what a surprise.

Oh, Terry, you know me, I'm always skint.

Really, well... I've got a little present for you.

I don't want that.

There is a pube on that.

Let me get that for ya.

Mate, I am not touching that.

Order us another one of those, will you, I'm going for a slash.

Good luck, mate.

So, ah...

How's that pill house in Oakleigh going?

Mate, I'm up to my bottom lip in shit.

The bosses want the gear to go up north,

so the New South Wales cops make the collar.

It's crossing state lines or something, it's bullshit.

What, you do the work, and they get the credit?

That is fucking unacceptable.

Mate, don't get me started.

You know what?

We should do it.

Golden ticket.

Willie Wonka and the choccy factory.

What're you talking about, are you stoned?

Yeah.

No.

Come on, mate, we could job it.

You know when the people get there, you know where the cash is.

We get the pills, I could sell them, we'd make a killing.

I'm joking.

Am I?

Right, so we blow a three-month op...

and get every cop in town on our arse.

Mate, you are stoned.

We... are not those guys.

'Course not.

Look at Dakota, fucking beautiful, heh?

Yeah, just like a mum.

- Piss off. - What?

I'm still angry at you.

He was supposed to get her christened last year,

- but then this... - But both of us got arrested.

Hey, come on, my beautiful wife, heh?

Yeah, well, this year we're gonna do it.

So, keep him out of jail, you hear?

Well, I'll do my best, but it's up to him more than me.

- Hey... - Yeah, you hear that?

- Get you in trouble. - Stay outta...

You can get me on trouble anytime you want.

Are you sulking?

Hm?

Are you dark on me?

Sorry about my boy...

He was a bit rough.

But I can't have you helping the Morans, Nic.

Just can't.

You with us now.

No worries, Tony, I get it.

Great party.

Ahem...

Hi...

We... We haven't really met.

You work for Tony, yeah?

Yeah, yeah I'm Juicy.

- Pardon? - My... My name, people call me Juicy.

I won't ask why.

Well, my surname's Jucirovic, so...

Oh...

I... I brung you a wine, I figured you drank... white wine.

Yeah, why not.

So, um...

What... What are you... doin'... here... on your own?

I think Tony and his boys are pissed off at me.

Why?

For all the bad things I've done.

Yeah, right.

What bad things have you done?

Well, I got Lewis Moran bail.

And I got him bail, Tony, Carl...

Don't listen to me, I'm joking, I'm drunk.

You wanna dance, Juicy?

Yeah, let's go.

? If you touch that girl

? You know it's OK

? People say she's a whore anyway

? I think she looks like a nice vamp

? Looking for love in a trashcan... ?

Whoa.

At uni, five years studying law,

I got first class honours in one course...

Guess what in.

Pretty skirts.

Oh, what? Fuck you, Tony.

The only cause I ever got first class honours in was...

Wait for it.

...Legal ethics and professional conduct.

- Can you believe it? - I fuckin' love this chick.

I once streamed of being PM.

First woman ever.

Well, you still could.

We'll vote for ya.

Fuckin' wouldn't even know how to vote.

- It's funny 'cause it's... - It's funny 'cause it's true.

If I'd stayed straight, I could've ended up a Judge.

Yeah?

Why didn't I?

That's the question.

But you know what, Juicy?

What?

I'm getting out of this shit right now.

But I should've known, when you make plans, God laughs.

So, here we go,

our second straight Brisbane, Collingwood grand final.

Lions last year in a classic,

Collingwood enter as favourites this afternoon,

and away we go at the MCG.

Excuse me, sir... Sir!

- What are you doing out here? - Hello, love.

No, I was just going for a walk.

- Get up against the wall! - Alright, alright, alright!

Up against the wall.

Alright, I was just going for a walk.

Hi, you've reached Emma, Mel and Daisy.

Let the message after the beep.

Em... I'm sorry.

I get it now.

I think I've gotta stop.

I...

I'll call you tomorrow.

Shit.

I'm sorry to bother you.

- I'm in the job. - What?

- Silky! - I heard the call, I came to help.

Alright... Can you ask your dog to calm down, just in case.

Who's this?

Fuck!

Nicola Gobbo.

When the pill house burglary went down,

detectives at the drug squad were forced to act.

Their surveillance operation had been compromised,

so they arrested anyone linked to the house.

Which is how I came into it.

We've been watching the house.

There's a pill press operating around the clock.

And we've seen you, mate, coming and going.

Who's bankrolling you?

Detectives, a moment with my client.

I'll keep it brief.

Who did the break in, any idea?

What was in the house, exactly?

I don't know... ask my boss.

I am your boss, Dickhead, who do you think sent me here?

Come on, how many pills?

Couple of hundred thousand.

Any cash?

700 Gs, hiding in the ceiling.

And they haven't charged you?

Say nothing, OK?

Shouldn't be difficult.

Ah, coffee, excellent.

Long black for me.

Got any biccies?

So, what exactly did you find on the premises?

Enough for serious jail time.

Oh, come on, Leah, give me your figures.

Well, we're still counting.

It's a large quantity of pills, MDMA, close to 6,000 in cash.

- Six thous? - Yeah.

But we know that your client's working

- for one of the major players... - Is someone moving out?

Ah, yeah, bit of a restructure.

At this hour, on the weekend?

Whose desk is that?

OK, let me see.

Detectives Dale and Lanzini, present.

Detectives Ball, Casellus, Lunn.

Who's missing?

You know I'll find out, you might as well tell me.

A chat to the cops, a phone call or two, I had the story.

Detective Miechel and his fight with a German Shepherd.

Bitten in bleeding, Miechel had called his crew chief, Paul Dale.

Don't ask me how he explained,

"Hey Boss, you know that drug house we're watching,

"I think I just got busted ripping it off."

And now I understood why detectives were hard at work...

on grand final night.

? There's sun shining all of the time

? Yeah, sun's shining all of the time

? Time, time, time

? Time, time... ?

I love this city!

Onya, love!

Fancy seeing you here.

This better be important, I was asleep when you called.

Why are we here?

I was driving home from work,

and I thought we should finish our conversation.

Work...

You said you were quitting for good.

That was hours ago.

Since then, I've had a nap, I've had coffee, I got bail for a client.

Wow.

So, what next?

Whoa, Jesus.

- You're not the worst ever. - Oh, cheers.

- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.

Would you say you work as a drug dealer,

or a drug trafficker?

I would say I work in transport.

- Would you, now? - Yeah.

I load items into a truck at point A,

drive them to point B and walk away, transport.

What would you call it?

- 15 to life. - Oh, really?

Mm.

No.

No.

Nicola Gobbo.

Yep.

Yep.

OK, I'm there.

So am I.

I'm sorry, Juice, I've gotta go.

Let me get this straight, you got arrested at the pill house?

No, across the road, down the lane.

And the local cops questioned you and let you go?

No, they kept me up all night, gave me the third degree.

I told them I was in with the major drug division, but they didn't care.

They just kept banging on about my car, over and over.

- Should we have that now? - As a lawyer, I'd say no.

Well, I'm getting rid of it.

Stupid Dean and his leather fucking jacket, why?

Why would you?

Is she alright?

Boyfriend problems.

And what did you tell the police?

Well, there was this fella, Lucky, I don't know his last name.

He was... It was part of a sting that the drug squad.

For Detective Miechel?

Yeah, he and Detective Sergeant Dale are my handlers.

So, anyway, Lucky... He gave me a taste, I... said I'll buy it.

He went off to do the deal.

Suddenly I'm jacked up.

I don't know nothing about no burglarising.

- Well, right... sounds reasonable. - You think so?

No, Terry, it's clearly bullshit.

Did you drive your car to Oakleigh?

I left my car at home.

Why is everyone banging on about my car?

Because they took your keys at the police station, correct?

So, now an officer drives back to the crime scene,

takes your keys, drives around the block,

ticks the unlock button, click, click, click,

until eventually, your car lights up, bang, they've got you lying.

Oh, Ter, you shouldn't of lied about that.

I'm assuming you lied for a reason.

So, what's in the car?

Drugs?

A gun?

OK, I'll guess and say both.

Plus a balaclava and false number plates.

Oh, you're good.

Dunno if I can afford you.

Not sure I'm taking your case yet.

Detective Miechel was arrested at the scene, did you know that?

Which one of you got the cash?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, there's a rumour...

A lot of cash that the cops didn't find.

Rumours, heh?

Look, Terry if you're staunch,

you don't give evidence against Detective Miechel,

then you'll take the fall.

- You'll do time. - No, he can't.

He can't go back inside.

No, I'm not going... I'm not going to jail, Love.

I'm sorry, but you'll go on the gun charge alone.

Unless you give up Detective Miechel.

The Burg was his idea, you had no choice, you had to go along with it.

It's a fair assumption, he's the one in a position of power.

Dave...

Dave's...

He's a mate.

He's not your mate, you're his informer.

Why should you take the blame?

You wouldn't have done it without Dave.

Darling...

If I write on a cop...

A corrupt cop.

Yeah, corrupt cop, not corrupt cop,

I'll have every copper in the state after my blood.

Ter...

Make us a cuppa would you, love.

Come on.

Look... If I give up a cop, I'm a dead man.

There are other police,

Ethical Standards, they'll protect you.

Look...

I'd rather be dead than be separated from my Chrissy, alright.

I love her.

You must have someone like that.

Not that I can think of, no.

Well, everyone has someone.

I'm not like everyone, Terry.

And listen, your one chance of staying out of jail, cut a deal.

Was there anyone else involved?

I rang Ethical Standards, otherwise known as The Toe cutters,

the cops who investigate cops.

We're not offering indemnity, let's be clear on that.

Well, I'm not a snitch, so...

I'm only here because Nicola Gobbo told me to.

You're facing serious charges.

Possession, trafficking commercial quantity, aggravated burglary.

25 years, yeah, yeah, I know.

There's also the unlicensed gun that was found in your car.

There's another eight on top.

Who else was involved, Terry?

By which you mean...

Three stripes?

In other words, a sergeant?

At some point, Terry, you're gonna have to use actual words.

Yeah, I'm coming.

- Who's the door? - Can you just, I'll get it.

Yeah.

Morning Paul.

I'm Detective Senior Constable Berich,

you're under arrest for burglary,

theft and conspiracy to traffic a commercial quantity.

I must inform you that you do not have to say or do anything

and anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Who's this?

Paul Dale, I'm looking for Nicola.

Nicola Gobbo.

Look, Ethical Standards, they're here in my house.

Some bullshit about a burglary.

Um... I need a lawyer, can you come here now?

- Now? Um... What time is it? - I'm sorry, I know it's early.

But, I would like your help.

Ah... let me call you back.

They're about to take my phone, Nicola, if you could just...

I'll get back to you, I promise.

Fuck me.

I have to get up, Juice, I've gotta work.

Don't go.

Take the day off.

What about my clients?

Well, they don't deserve you, they're criminals.

Some of them are very nice people, innocent people.

No, they're gangsters and low-lives.

Watch it, you're talking about my friends.

They're not your friends, Nic, don't make that mistake.

They're just using you to get what they can.

Is that true?

Mm.

What about you?

You're a gangster.

You work for them.

I'm not one of them.

Come on, stay home.

Let's make a day of it.

You have 11 minutes, starting now.

Our understanding is...

you planned the Oakleigh robbery,

and you were gonna share in the proceeds.

Who told you that?

Heh, Dave Miechel?

Come on, who made up this crap?

We have reliable information...

No, you don't, you mean you've got some shit bird...

You've got some shit bird who's using my name as a bargaining chip.

You and Detective Miechel worked closely...

Yep.

Did you discuss the idea of a break-in?

Has... Has he said I did?

Has he said that we did?

Well, let me ask you a question...

How...

How could I be allowed to sit back, in my own house,

not turn up to the burglary,

but I somehow still get a third of the proceeds?

In whose world does that make sense?

You knew you'd be the first one questioned.

It's safer if you're at arm's-length.

Jesus christ.

This is nuts.

You're both nuts.

Paul Dale was remanded into custody, pending trial.

Charged with burglary theft

and conspiracy to traffic a commercial quantity.

I've put two cops in jail, Nic, I am anxious.

My heart is going like a Ferrari, alright?

They can't do much while they're locked up.

There's 10,000 other ones, they are the biggest gang in town.

So, go into witness protection, at least until the trial.

Oh yeah, 'cause that's safe.

Oh, there she is...

The prettiest girl in Kew.

Ha, that's not saying much.

Oh, there's a lot of attractive women around here, darling.

- Are there? - Let me take that, yeah.

Come here, where is she, there she is.

- ? Oh, she's the prettiest girl... ? - You are like teenagers.

? .. And we're happy, just we two

? We spin out, twirl it all about

? And we raise our voice up to a shout... ?

I can confirm that there is an investigation

into an incident involving a member or members

of the Major Drug Investigation Division.

And as this an ongoing investigation,

it would be inappropriate to comment further at this time.

Suffice to say, our priority is to ensure

a corruption free Victoria police.

And any officer who compromises this mission

will be dealt with in the harshest terms possible.

Thank you.

How are you surviving?

I keep the kettle boiling.

If someone unexpected comes into my cell, they'll cop a face full.

I'll remember to knock first.

- You've been busy. - Yeah.

Look, I need the Police Association to fund my case.

So, I'll be using their lawyer.

Right, so you don't need me?

No, no, no, I would really love your advice.

Ethical Standards reckon they've got evidence against me, it's bullshit.

It'll be some scumbag try to cut a deal...

Sure, yeah look, my advice, don't apply for bail.

Hey?

If bail's refused, it could take months to get another hearing.

I can't sit here.

- Well, I'm just saying... - I can't sit here.

...don't panic.

If you rush bail and get knocked back...

You're a big, fit, strong guy.

You look like you can handle yourself.

Also, you should know, I'm advising Terry Hodson.

Well, what's he saying?

Is either one pointing the finger at me?

Terry, come on, he's old school.

He says he was in the neighbourhood to meet a dealer named Lucky,

he knows nothing about any burglary.

So, he's stitching me up.

He's stitching me up, I don't believe it's Dave Miechel.

Any crims out there with a grudge against you, Detective?

Only a few hundred.

Only a few hundred, only a few hundred.

Paul's version of events, I was there as his lawyer.

My version...

I was there as a friend.

Oh, that's a noisy toy, isn't it.

What about little pretty wooden box is, huh?

Pretty little... wooden box.

Noisy toys wins every time.

Why are you minding Carl Williams daughter?

I'm doing a favour for a friend.

Carl Williams?

What... Are you worried about your personal safety?

I don't think she is armed.

Dakota is having a big christening soon, aren't you, Bubba.

Hey, a big christening party.

How is work?

I assume you have other clients besides Carl?

Nic?

What's going on?

Say you organise for someone to talk to Ethical Standards,

and that someone rolls, gives up a cop.

And then you talk to the cop in question, and you're not sure.

Well, why you talking to the cop if the cops not your client?

That's not the issue, Emma.

Well yeah, it kind of is.

OK, so your client's lying.

He's trying to get himself a lighter sentence.

I don't know that, I've no idea.

Have you asked him?

Well, that's not how it works, you don't ever ask that question.

You mean you don't.

Margaret who has come all the way from Western Australia,

welcome to the show.

Nicola?

Everything you said about the burglary, it's all...

All true.

Or a lie?

Actually, I don't need to know.

- You got bail, congrats. - Yeah.

Yes, I did get bail, by not listening to you.

You like to work in cafes?

I do, I should've been a barista instead of a barrister.

That's not bad.

Did you just come up with that?

No, I've been rehearsing it for years, waiting for this moment.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I just thought I'd check in.

How's Terry Hodson?

Same as he was, three days ago.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm a bit curious.

I'd tell you if there was anything pertinent.

You know that.

Would you, though?

'Cause I just thought, the whole lawyer client privilege thing...

Well, I'm not giving you details,

but I can chat to you as a friend, can't I?

Are we friends?

While Dale was clearing himself of Oakleigh...

2003 was becoming a busy year for Carl.

As he approached his black Mercedes,

a gunmen fired at least seven shots, one hitting Radev in the head.

He organised seven gangland hits.

Police revealed fears

that the killing may be linked to an underworld war.

Around 10:30am in a calculated

and deliberate slaying...

...Jason Moran and another less prominent

drug figure were shot dead.

...while five children they had taken to an Auskick clinic

sat in the back seat.

And despite appearances, the pressure was getting to him.

Only a matter of time before he'd slip up.

Sh, sh.

What the fuck, you woke Dakota.

Hey, if the cops come calling you know what to do, right?

You grab the gun from under the mattress

and you shoot 'em in the fucking head.

What are you talking about?

I love you, Berty.

You're the best fucking wife ever.

Shut up and come home.

The cops had Carl's phone tapped.

- Thanks, ladies. - Bye.

Fuckin' piss off.

Back the fuck away, oi!

- Get his hands. - What is this about?

Oh, fuck off!

Surprise, surprise, Carl was arrested.

You're under arrest for threatening to kill,

you're not advised to say or do anything.

Anything you do so may be given in evidence, is that clear?

Been waiting for you.

Fuck you!

He was furious.

He'd miss is daughter's christening... again.

So, he hired the best mouthpiece money could buy.

- I got the charge thrown out. - Nice day, you too.

Dakota's christening could go ahead, I was guest of honour.

But, at that time, Carl started reading,

and it wasn't Batman comics or porn.

It was Terry Hodson's top secret police informer file.

It contained every detail of Terry ratting on crims.

Someone had stolen it from the drug squad office

and now everyone had a copy.

Suddenly, here it was in black and white...

Terry Hodson was a dog -

a marked man, his life was on the line.

The last one they did, I think it was like a German cast,

this one's like Disneyland.

You need to go into to witness protection.

What do you know that I don't?

I wanna keep you safe and I don't think you're safe here.

I... I've got kids and grandkids, I can't leave them.

Yeah, so you go into protection as a family, all of you.

They've got lives, Nic.

Are you close to your parents?

I was 17 when my dad died, but my mum's still around.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

Your dad, did he... Did he suffer?

He spent five years knowing that he could go at any moment,

and there was nothing I could do.

I want you to stay alive.

What, you think I should trust the coppers to help me do that?

No...

I'll take my chances here.

Home turf and all that.

Your police informer file's missing.

Stolen from the cops.

Who's read it?

- Who's read it? - I don't know.

It could be no one, it could be everyone.

- I'm a dead man. - No.

- No, you go into witness... - Nic, I am dead!

Hello...

He's your witness, Susan, he's out on a limb for you,

a very narrow, shaky limb, and if anything happens to him...

We know, we've put in multiple requests for improved security.

Yeah, so what, it's falling on deaf ears.

Chikka, you need to do something, anything, he's a state witness.

Hodson has refused protection.

Well, surely there are other things you can do,

at least make his house safer.

The cops gave us a tape for each day, we just have to change them.

What, every day, how am I supposed to remember that?

- I... I... I will. - Like what... alright.

- Don't worry... - I'm not worried.

Look, heh?

- Our special gril. - What?

It says, our special gril, you moron.

Where? No it doesn't, it says...

Ha, I got you.

What button do I press?

- In it goes, look. - Yes.

- What button do I press? - Well, you just put Saturday in...

- What but do I press! - Don't be like that.

? For she's a jolly good girl

? For she's a jolly good girl

? For she's a jolly good girl... ?

You know, I will protect you, gives us a machine,

it's got buttons on it.

- That's really helpful. - Ter...

Come away from the window, Ter.

- Did you hear that? - Ter.

There's something out there.

The team is happy, Allen's happy, Margaret?

- Oh, darling you're like a yo-yo. - No, I'm just checking the door.

You've checked ten times already.

This is very interesting, now, Allen...

- Here, settle your nerves. - It's alright, it's fine.

Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, just give us that.

- Oh, Jesus. - Um...

I'm just gonna put some music on, alright, just...

Alright...

That's better.

Alright, music.

Yeah... fixes everything, dunnit.

Come on, let's have a dance.

Come on, let's go, come on I can't take no more of that.

Come on.

? Hey girl

? Sweet thing

? I want everything

? You love me too

? And I want you

? Well, I think I'm gonna jump right through your window

? And I think... ?

What was that?

Something moved.

- What is it, what did you see? - I don't know.

Alright, come away from the window, come on.

Terry, are you in there?

Come on, mate, I know you're in there.

? ..Well, the TV says that love is all around us

? And the astronauts can feel it far away... ?

Who is it?

Who the fuck do you think it is?

It's Roddy, mate, come on I need some smoke.

? ..It's a bad situation... ?

I'm fuckin' buzzin' here, mate, please, come on.

Mates, mates.

- Come on. - Roddy, mate... I'm sick, mate, yeah?

I got like... I got the flu...

Alright, no, let's take it outside, it's me you want.

- Oh, no. - No, take it outside, mate.

You get the fuck in the kitchen.

No, mate, please you don't need to do this, alright?

- No, no, no, Just don't... - Go on.

It's me, OK, just leave Chrissy out of it, alright?

Come on, mate, you're a mate.

You don't need to do this.

- Come... Please... - Shut up.

- Alright, OK. - Turn the fuck around.

- Alright, I'm turning around. - Turn around.

- I'm turning, I'm turning. - Now get a new fucking knees.

- Alright, alright, I'm going. - No.

You too.

- Down on your fucking knees. - I'm down.

Mate, please.

- No, no, no. - Please mate.

Come on, I'm begging you.

Please, mate.

Oh, Terry, O God.

I'm sorry, Darling.

- I'm sorry. - Oh God.

You don't need to do this.

Terry, no, no!

Sunday is the day of rest, for most of us.

? All day, through the night

? Keep it on till the morning light

? Working up a sweat and an appetite

? Won't stop till the morning light... ?

Whoo!

? ..Turn me loose

? Walk back gotta fill these shoes... ?

Whoo-hoo!

I always tried to lay low on Sundays, never answered answer the phone.

But that day, it wouldn't stop ringing.

I was ringing mum, but there was no answer.

So, I came over at about 6pm?

- Yeah. - Andrew is putting out the bins.

And you hadn't been inside?

No.

I came in round the back.

I heard the dogs barking, they were locked in the garage.

I saw mum and dad...

...they were on the floor.

I started screaming out to Andrew.

Andrew!

I'm sorry, I know how this is.

I rang my sister, Nikki.

Yeah, I was looking for Dad's gun.

Did you find it?

Yeah.

What, you put it down your pants?

- Andrew, you need to handed over. - Sh, no.

No, Dad said, it was mine.

Wh... What happened then?

Look.

Oh, God.

OK...

OK...

Police.

I'm reporting the murder.

We can't have these normal Jacks here, I'm not talking to them.

You get the, ah... The ones that Dad was talking to...

- Ethical Standards. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ring them, get them here now.

Excuse me, sorry, we're gonna need a swab.

Excuse me?

For gunshot residue.

What, you think I did this?

It's procedure.

Procedure? Yep.

? Oo, oo, oo

? Oo, oo, oo

? Oo, oo, oo

? Oo, oo, oo

? It's a strange, strange game

? Love will never be the same

? I wonder

? Will I be sane again

? Well, I'm blushin' just a-thinkin'

? You know I never, in my whole life

? My friends they've started talking

? They say I'm changing, I dunno what they're on about

? Even my mama

? She's happy to hear me singing

? Songs of sunlight

? And my daddy, oh my daddy

? Love will never be the same. ?