Original subtitles

How well did you know him?

My brother.

We're sweeping up the garbage the Royal Commission missed.

The ones who got away.

Anyone who runs a business in the Cross pays protection.

- From who? - From me.

Now we've got every two-bit fucking gangster

in the state, on the strip.

We might have just started a war.

It's cool, uh, we got the green light.

[gun fires]

Fuck!

I want 'em all cleared out.

Grab some boys to go with you,

in case you going to be scared, yeah?

Oh, fuck, Sam, no, fuck, Sam.

[glass shatters] [screaming]

[body thuds]

You need to curb your dog

or there'll be consequences.

Tell your boss to go fuck himself.

It's 800 feet of road.

You can't control that? It's not fucking Columbia!

Go!

[dramatic music]

Double homicide.

It's not the best look for a senator, is it?

Change your statement.

Do you know how it feels to have to stick up for you,

when you are actively the one fucking us over?

[car explodes]

[car revs and screeches]

[phone rings]

[phone continues]

What's up?

[sirens wail]

[sirens continue]

[motorcycles rev]

I'm going to get us some coffees.

What the fuck? Look at this fucking shit.

You gonna let that piece of shit

to get the fuck away with this?

We're going to chase every last one

of these cunts down, you understand?

[man] Yes, Sammy.

- You understand? - Fuck yeah!

These fucks are paying with blood.

You finished?

What the fuck are you doing here?

What am I doing?

I'm doing what you should have done.

I'm here to protect the fucking street.

Protect?

By turning up with your tooled up idiots off your face!

How's that protecting anyone?

How's it make you any better?

How's it going to get any worse than this, John?

Do you still not get it?

You blow up that car, they burn down my club.

You fire more shots at them, they fire more shots at us.

Okay, where does it end? Them blowing up Mum's house?

This is exactly what he wants.

Okay, us fighting.

Now Ezra doesn't have his jacks doing his dirty work,

he's got these little fuckers doing it.

Okay? He wants a reaction from you and you, and,

you're giving it to him.

You're playing into his hand. Just...

[John scoffs]

You do you.

Remember?

I'll do me.

Fuck, you got so much Mum in you.

[theme music]

[birds chirping] [cow mooing]

You told us under oath that Crellan shot Nasa Kalouri

out the front of his house and left him for dead.

That was my recollection. [Doyle scoffs]

But as you guys know,

I was under a lot of pressure to make a quick statement.

Since then, I've had time to decompress

and I realise I made a huge mistake.

Well, now you're making an even bigger one

by changing your story.

Fuck, eh! You must be pumped to see him.

What's on the cards?

A pop down the pub, have a few beers,

run through a list of cops who have topped themselves?

How fun.

Look,

[dog barking]

I know you want this to be over with.

Fuck's sake, shut up! [dog barking]

Declan.

We really want to help you,

but we can't protect you unless we know

who we're protecting you from.

I don't know what to tell ya. All right?

My memory changed.

That's all I got to say.

Excuse me.

Now, if you guys don't mind, my family's getting home,

and I've got a fucking shit load to do.

[door creaks and slams closed]

The smart money's on Bill Allen, by the way.

And believe me, if the Assistant Commissioner

gave you up once, he can do it again.

Think about that when you tuck your kids in tonight.

[door creaks open and slams shut]

[people chattering] [cars honking]

Three months for murder.

That is some magical bullocks, mate.

It's got to be some kind of record, doesn't it?

I mean, who'd you have to suck off to get out so quick?

Old mate just caught a sudden dose of amnesia.

Right.

Really?

Fuck you.

I was looking at well over a decade

and I kept my mouth shut.

Also, do you pricks have any idea how much I loved my job?

I was a cop for 22 years and I loved every minute of it.

And the blokes that I went to work with every day,

I considered them my family.

I'd take a fucking bullet for them.

And yet I gave all of that up to protect you guys.

Not to mention having the Royal Commission

take that away from me permanently,

so are you fucking kidding me with the attitude?

Well, now, I think it's about time

you picked a fucking side, innit?

When do I start?

[sirens wailing] [people chattering]

[chattering continues]

You know, you could always just tell them who did it.

[car screeches] [door opens]

[door closes] [car engine revs]

Come on, John. It's not rocket science.

On one side of the street,

your brother's trying to fill the hole

in the Kings Cross drug market left by Joey Romano.

And on the other,

the Bui Doi think it's theirs for the taking.

That's not going to end well.

Then there's you in the middle with nothing to gain

and everything to lose.

You're telling me my life story?

Yeah, and the only person who can stop it

doesn't seem to be doing anything.

So you could be forgiven for thinking that

Ezra's stoking the flames, couldn't you?

Like, I assume that's what the garden party was all about?

Ezra Shipman and his mates?

The ex-Senator and the Assistant Commissioner of Police?

Hot and cold running girls laid on.

[people chattering]

That was you?

Yeah, I...

I hope they were useful.

See, you and I, we've,

we've always wanted the same thing, John.

Just for different reasons.

Right now, I'm just trying to keep my brother alive.

[people chattering]

[motorcycle revs]

- Hey, Sam! - Gentlemen.

- Hey, mate. - Sammy.

Mm, nice.

- Hey. What are you doing? - What?

You don't get to sit down

until every last slope is off the street.

Righto.

[chair scrapes] [footsteps receding]

[car engine revving] [club music playing]

How many years have we worked together then?

- 30-odd years. - Right.

In all that time, right,

how many people have tried to take over the Cross?

It's a long fucking list, boss.

All right, but how many have succeeded, though?

Just one.

You might want to remind Sam of that.

[phone dialling]

Hey, mate.

You around?

Righto.

[gun clicks]

[car door opens]

[ferry horn honks]

Look at you. Barely aged a day.

Funny, that.

So how you want to do this?

I figured you'd called to sort out the money for old mate.

Nah, don't worry about that. My way of saying thanks.

If you'd gotten talkative on the stand,

we might have been having this little chat

from the rec yard at Long Bay instead.

Long Bay might be the safest place for you

from what I'm hearing.

Your brother seems to have poked the bear.

Fuck, Johnny.

You're the owner of the four biggest clubs in the country.

You're making serious coin

and you want to get into a drug war?

You're the one who never wanted drugs

in the Cross in the first place.

Family.

- Hell of a thing. - Yeah.

Last of the crazy Lebs, huh?

- Is that what you reckon? - Johnny. Crazy? Yeah.

But the rest of it? Well.

That's a little premature.

I need to hear the words, mate.

Ezra wasn't too fast when I was looking down the barrel

at well over a decade in a twelve-by-eight cell.

You did something about it. And I'll never forget it.

Cross is changing, Johnny.

Crowds are thinning, moving up to Oxford Street,

away from the violence.

We have to keep up with the times, don't we?

It's food for thought.

But if you ever need me to square that debt,

then you just say the word.

Don't ever bring a gun to a meet with me again.

You don't need it.

[dramatic music plays]

[waves crashing]

[dramatic music]

[John knocks on door]

Hey, you! You're home early.

Yeah, it was a,

slow night.

Whatcha doing?

Just reading about the little island my Yaya's from, Ikaria.

Check it out.

It's known as the island where people forget to die.

How cool is that?

One in three people live till 90.

How come?

No one's really sure.

Lots of olive oil and, um,

not too many nightclubs, apparently.

[chuckles softly]

Sounds unreal.

Oh. It's real, all right.

In 24 hours,

we could be eating grilled octopus and

sitting on a beach, sipping cold beer.

Just say the word. [chuckles softly]

[club music plays] [people chattering]

I mean, why the sudden change?

I mean, John does a good job.

The system's been in place for years.

I'm just passing on the message, mate.

What, and he's okay with this?

John will understand.

But you haven't told him yet? What about Sam?

What about Sam?

Let me ask you all a question.

Do you think Ezra needs the Ibrahim's permission

to change things up around here?

Just might be worth a chat, that's all.

Yeah. Just to keep the peace.

Well, who says Ezra wants peace?

Let me be very fucking clear.

If Ezra Shipman wants to make a change on the strip,

that's his call.

And do you know why? Do you?

'Cause it's his fucking strip.

Now, if any of you think otherwise,

I'd be happy to pass on your feedback.

The Ibrahims, they're fucking out.

From now on, you can come directly to Ezra.

Are we fucking clear?

[chair scrapes] [footsteps receding]

[mellow music plays] [water runs]

[mellow music continues] [water continues]

[phone rings] [both moaning]

[phone continues] [moaning continues]

[Anastasia laughs] [phone continues]

Yeah.

Steph, this is not a good time.

[John breathing heavily]

I'm trying to stop the street

going up in flames and you pull this shit.

What the fuck are you trying to do?

What am I doing?

Thank you, sweetheart. I'm doing my fucking job, John.

Which is looking after my boss's best interests.

How is any of this in Ezra's interests?

You don't think I know what he's doing?

Pitting me against Sam. Steering you and I into each other.

Do you not see what he's doing?

It's not going to be forever.

Just take your fucking medicine.

No, fuck that, okay? It's not happening.

Ezra has nothing to sell anymore, so I'm not buying it.

You listen to me really fucking carefully.

You'll be really careful about what you say

'cause do you really want to go down that path?

'Cause if you call out Ezra Shipman,

it ain't fucking ending well.

You know, when I first came to the Cross, I th...

I thought it was this crazy jungle.

No order, no rules.

Chaos.

I mean, that's what it looked to me, like as a kid.

What the fuck did I know?

But it was you.

It was you who showed me that there is a system.

There's a business based off respect,

off trust, off working together.

That's all bullshit, isn't it?

There's no trust. There's no respect.

There's just fucking business.

So you know what? I'm fucking done.

No more kickups.

You can tell Ezra I am cutting him off

and not the other way around.

Fuck.

He said that?

Well, words to that effect.

He was upset, but he wasn't thinking straight.

Oh, he's fucking dead, man.

[phone clatters] Boss?

Ezra?

[phone clatters]

[phone dialling]

[paper rustles]

Yeah, hi.

Yeah, it's me. Yeah.

So, kill 'em.

The both of them.

Yeah. [phone clatters]

[dishes clatter]

Hey.

What time'd you get back?

I don't know. Late.

There was trouble.

Can I ask you something?

And I promise if you don't want to talk about it,

I'll let it go.

You can ask me anything.

How do you do it?

Do what?

This.

Everything.

I mean, if I had a week like you've just had

or a year like your last year,

I mean, I'm going to be honest,

if that's me, I'm not sticking around.

What choice do I have?

It's who I am.

No, it's what you do.

They are two very different things.

[sombre music plays]

It's not that simple.

I've spent every waking hour since I was 14

trying to build...

...something.

Everything I have is in those clubs.

Not everything.

For now, at least.

[footsteps receding]

[club music plays] [people chattering]

[car engine revs]

[person retches and coughs]

Argh. No wonder why everybody's take is down.

I would head to Oxford Street, too.

These cigarettes are fucked.

Go get me another packet.

I got you a packet, Sam.

There's still heaps in there.

[both laugh]

Whoops.

[dramatic music plays]

4:00 PM.

The pig.

[phone clatters]

Anton's come through.

Four o'clock. Porky's.

[suspenseful music plays]

[suspenseful music continues]

[phone rings]

[phone continues to ring]

Hey.

[Anastasia on phone] It's me. Where are you?

At work. What's up?

[Anastasia] I've got a surprise for you. Can I swing by?

Of course you can. I'm at, uh, Porky's. I'll be here.

[Anastasia] See you soon.

All good?

Yeah.

- Is she okay? - She's fine.

Who am I kidding?

She's amazing.

Okay.

Her brother's Spyro Mavris.

I know. Been taking cash to the mum for years now, Johnny.

From me.

Okay.

Yeah.

And she doesn't know, eh?

She knows I knew him, that's it.

Everytime I try and tell her, I, I just...

...feel I'm going to ruin the best thing

that's ever happened to me.

You know, Johnny.

If she's into you,

she's into all of you.

Tell her what happened. If she go, she go.

But if she stay,

she stay for good.

Truth is good for you, Johnny.

Hmm?

[people chattering]

[club music playing]

[Anton] Sammy, you got a sec?

Mate, I just spoke to John. He wants to see ya.

What does he want?

I don't know.

He just wants to chat to you about something.

Tell him he can come here if he wants to talk to me.

I did tell him that but he's being a cock about it.

He's out the front of Porky's.

And I don't know what it's about

but it does sound pretty serious.

[club music continues]

[traffic noises] [people chattering]

[Sam] I swear to God, it better be fucking important.

[John] Huh?

Hah! Flicking your fingers like a fucking King.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You high again?

What am I fucking here for?

You told me to come down here.

I didn't tell you to come down here.

You're being fucking paranoid again.

[Sam] Do you hear this fuckwit?

[John] Will you stop with the nose bags.

[Sam] What the fuck is wrong with you?

[John] You're not thinking straight.

[John] What the fuck is wrong...

[Anastasia] Babe!

Guess what I just did?

[Anastasia] Hope you got a passport!

[Sam] John...

[Anastasia] We're going to Athens!

[John] We?

[cars revving on the road]

[John] Wait a minute. When did you do this?

[Anastasia] I bought it earlier today.

[Sam] John!

[engine revving]

[suspenseful music]

[gun shots]

[glass breaking]

[gun shots]

[glass shattering]

[car revving]

[gun shots]

[car screeching away]

[gun shots]

[Sam] Fuck!

Shit!

Sam, hey, hey, I got you. I got...

[Sam] Not me.

[John] Babe?!

[whimpering]

[John] Fuck! Babe?

Fuck! Not you, not you!

Just breathe. It's okay. I got you. Hey!

I got you.

Somebody get a fucking ambulance!

Fuck!

Hey! Stay with me.

[dramatic music]

Babe? Babe!

[dramatic music]

[footsteps approaching]

[keys jangling]

Go home, brother.

I got this.

Huh?

Just go home, go home.

I'll find every last one of them.

I'll slit their fucking throats.

Go. Go to sleep, when you wake up, it's done.

We were this close, Sam.

John.

We were this close.

To getting out.

You can't help yourself.

They killed her in the street, John.

Killed her like a dog.

[Sam sighs]

They didn't kill her, Sam.

You did.

[Sam sighs]

You did.

[sombre music]

[waves crashing]

[dramatic music]

[Tongan Sam] You hungry? You need anything?

No, mate, I'm all good. You should go home.

Maybe I'll hang around and make some food,

or you know... whatever.

See you tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

You know I love you, hey? Hmm?

Bye.

[sombre music]

[birds chirping]

[phone dialling]

[paper rustling]

[phone ringing]

[John] I'm done.

You win.

[receiver clicks]

[heavy traffic]

[engine running]

[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

[car door opens]

[car door shuts]

They're expecting me.

[John grunts]

[punching]

[door opens]

[Li] Without Ibrahims.

[Madame Tien] Without Ibrahims.

Sorry to crash your party.

[Madame Tien] John?

[Li] You dare come in here uninvited?

Delivering a message.

Say what you have to say, and then leave.

This one's for you.

[gun fires]

[gasps]

[body thuds]

You brought your war to Kings Cross,

now I'm bringing it here.

[Madame Tien] I thought you were smarter than this John.

This is something your brother would do!

You mention my brother's name again,

you'll see how fucking similar we are.

Kill him! Kill him!

Whatever happens, I'm taking you with me.

[gun cocks]

[Tongan Sam] Oh, oh, shh, shh.

Calm down, calm down. Calm down.

Or I fucking finish you here.

Going to take my brother now, eh?

Good.

Come on Johnny. Come brother, it's okay.

[crying]

Where the fuck did you come from?

I knew you'd do something like this.

Hey! Where are you going? John?

I don't know.

[car door opens]

[car door slams shut]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

War! He does not know what the meaning of it is yet.

I'll take care of him, and his brother. Both of them.

We don't have to worry.

[slaps]

[breathes heavily]

[suspenseful music]

[phone dialling]

[ringing]

[Crellan] John?

You still got mates in the press?

Yeah, what do you need?

I think it's time we cleaned house.

Yep.

[suspenseful music]

[birds chirping]

[ducks quacking]

Ezra.

You might want to read that.

[newspaper rustles]

[woman] Possum!

[footsteps]

[woman] Possum!

[garage door opening]

[woman] Possum?

Are you in there?

Possum!

There you are! What are you doing...

[glass shatters]

[Mrs. Calandro screaming]

[dramatic music]

[yelling]

[news reporter] The former Senator is believed

to have left a suicide note, admitting his involvement

with high-level corruption and links to organised crime.

It's understood he has made serious allegations

against a number of senior police officers,

including Assistant Commissioner Bill Allen.

Senator Calandro's name has been linked to Kings Cross

real-estate baron Ezra Shipman...

[doorbell ringing]

[news reporter] ...and a series of

controversial developmental approvals.

Calandro has always strenuously denied

any involvement.

An ICAC investigation into the matter was cut short

when the key witness died in mysterious circumstances.

The Assistant Commissioner's shock arrest

comes on the back of the death

of long-serving state politician

and former Senator Paul Calandro.

[news reporter] Calandro was found dead

in his Cammeray home late yesterday after allegations

were made against him of high-level corruption

and links to organised crime.

Shit backhand.

[tennis ball hitting racket]

[news reporter] Unconfirmed reports say that a note

found with the dead man named Assistant Commissioner Allen

and real-estate mogul Ezra Shipman.

What are you doing here?

Came to check in on ya. See if you're all right.

[Ezra] Yeah.

[tennis ball hits racket]

[Ezra] You been listening to that bullocks?

Yep.

Fuck it, amateur hour.

[Crellan] Yeah.

[Ezra laughing]

[brakes squeaking]

[car door slams]

This is all a bit cloak and dagger, isn't it?

Tricky times.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Why am I here?

So you're not there.

Right.

Fuck.

[car door squeaks open]

[car door shuts]

[engine starts]

[news reporter] ...arson squad detectives are currently

combing through the wreckage

of the popular Golden Lantern restaurant.

Witnesses describe several loud explosions,

shortly after midnight, by the time fire crews arrived,

the building was engulfed in flames.

Tragically, several bodies have been located

in the rear of the club,

including the owner identified as Li Xiangshen,

in what appears to be a targeted blaze.

[papers rustling]

[suspenseful music]

[phone ringing]

Yeah? Yes, this is Doyle.

He's what?

[O'Neill] There's no sign of forced entry, no struggle.

Point 45 with his prints all over it.

Maybe he finally did what everyone's

been too scared to do for all these years.

Ezra Shipman?

Oh yeah, it's possible.

It's, it's bullshit. It's a fucking hit!

Liz!

[Doyle] Calandro, Allen, Li and now this!

Someone's cleaning house, and you fucking know it.

Who cares? Look we've barely been able to get our hands

on this bloke and now he's gone, all right?

I'll take the win either way.

[Doyle] Shit.

[phone hangs up]

[O'Neill] For fuck's sake.

[dramatic music]

[door creaking open]

[door slams]

[Sam] Hello mate. I've been looking for ya.

[suspenseful music]

[gun shot]

[club music playing]

[footsteps]

I'm surprised to find you here all alone.

Not in the mood to party?

[John] Honestly?

I don't know what I'd be celebrating.

[club music playing in background]

[gun cocks]

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[horn blaring]

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

[Doyle] Hey! Where's John?

[car door slams]

You did the work for me.

Ezra Shipman. Calandro. Bill Allen.

Only left Li, for me to mop up.

Honestly? I thought you'd put up more of a fight.

I'm not used to fighting women.

Where I'm from, we learn at a very young age

to always let the man think that he's in charge.

It makes destroying him much easier.

[suspenseful music]

[Madame Tien] In my culture, we fight with this.

[Madame Tien] In yours, you fight with this.

[feet pounding cement stairs]

[Madame Tien] Look at Sam.

After everything that he's done to you,

I would've cut him off years ago.

Anyone would.

But not you.

You can't choose your family.

Sam broke everything that you ever built.

Destroyed everything that you ever loved.

And you still can't turn your back on him.

[gun shots]

[club music playing in background]

[footsteps]

Hey! Police! Don't fucking move!

Don't fucking move! Put the weapon down.

Drop the weapon now, Sam!

I heard what she said.

[Doyle] I'll shoot.

- It's not true. - Yes it is.

Now!

Sam, drop the fucking gun now!

I'm sorry, John.

[Doyle] Drop it!

[Doyle] Hands in the air. Hands in the air!

On your knees.

[sirens wailing]

Hands behind your head.

[cuffs locking]

[suspenseful music]

[club music playing]

[Big Tony] Sam was charged with the murder

of Vietnamese gang boss, Tran Cat Tien.

Luckily for him, Liz Doyle made a statement

arguing self-defence,

and the charge was downgraded.

John refused to make a statement at all.

No surprise.

He'd made a career out of not talking to cops.

He walked away a free man,

but he had much more to worry about than the law.

He'd paid a high price to be,

the last King of the Cross.

[club music playing]

[women giggling]

["These Days" by Powderfinger playing]

♪ It's coming 'round again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

Thanks for posting bail.

Thanks for being there.

I thought you'd be long gone now.

Yeah, I am. I'm going. I'm just...

I'm gonna take one last look.

♪ These days ♪

♪ Turned out nothing Like I had planned ♪

♪ It's coming 'round again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

[man shouting] ...we've even got beautiful girls...

♪ And settles in its place ♪

♪ Its shadow in my face ♪

♪ Puts pressure in my day ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

♪ Here it is again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

♪ And settles in its place ♪

♪ Its shadow in my face ♪

♪ Undignified and lame ♪

So, this is it?

♪ This life well it's slipping Right through my hands ♪

♪ These days turned out Nothing like I had planned ♪

♪ Control well it's slipping Right through my hand ♪

♪ These days turned out Nothing like I had planned ♪

[music fades]

["Just About To Break" by Paul Kelly playing]