All language subtitles for Fat Tony and Co s01e01 The Tony Special.eng

My father wanted me to do law.

I would have been alright
at university. Yeah.

I'd have done alright.
I was smart.

And the idea of being
a criminal barrister...

Yeah, I liked that.
I liked that.

Put a couple of those
dirty fucking coppers

up there on the witness stand,
roast them slowly...

Yeah, I got in
the business instead.

Me and Mick,

the Munster, Lew Moran,
these boys,

Mark, my mate Jason...

..they called us
the Carlton Crew.

I liked that.

Yeah, as a show of respect.

Mmm, I love those guys.

They're like family.

This town belongs to us.

Mick thinks he's the fucking
chairman of the board,

but I run this crew.

Always have.

Alphonse Gangitano.

Step aside, hey?

Step aside.

Step aside for
Alphonse John Gangitano.

Alphonse
and his Carlton Crew mates

considered themselves
the criminal royalty

of the Melbourne underworld.

Standover, protection,
illegal gambling -

they were old-style villains.

But there was a new wave

of hungry crooks
out in the suburbs

just itching to take
their place at the top,

like Lebanese drug dealer
and pizza bar owner Tony Mokbel

and his mates Carl Williams
and Willie Thompson.

Goofy Carl wanted
to be a celebrity

and he would be

as the most notorious
serial killer in Victoria.

Willie, he wanted
whatever Tony wanted

and Tony just wanted to be the
richest bloke on the planet.

Now, the secret to a good
pizza dough, boys, is the water.

It's gotta be the same
temperature as blood.

Too hot, you kill the yeast.

Mate, I just pick up the phone
and call Pizza Hut.

Hey? Come on. Give it a go.

- Oh, shit.
- Hey, what are you...

Alright, chuck it in the bin.
Start again.

- What? You're kidding!
- Where's your work ethic?

- You gotta get it right!
- Don't need no work ethic.

-I'm a drug dealer.

Carl, whatever you do,
no matter what it is, right,

you do it to the best
of your ability.

- That's how you grow.
- The guru speaks.

Come on, you boofheads.

We've got some VIPs to feed.
Let's go.

Why are we sucking up
to the Carlton Crew anyway?

It's called
knowing your enemy, Carl.

The Carlton Crew
were like the Wild Bunch.

When they rode into town,
there was trouble.

You had the Moran boys -

Jason, the smiling psychopath,

brother Mark,
another violent offender.

Graham Kinniburgh, the best
safe-cracker in the business.

Alphonse, who liked to be called

'the Black Prince
of Lygon Street'.

And there were others
just as bad.

They all had
one thing in common -

they didn't take no
for an answer.

Hey, hey, boys!
Welcome, welcome.

Tony! Good to see you, mate.

Munster. Here we go -
the Tony special.

- You all got some drinks?
- Oh, smells great, Tony.

What sort of Lebbo
opens a pizza restaurant?

Delusions of
grandeur! Thinks he's Sicilian.

Thanks.

So what brings the Carlton Crew
out all the way to the suburbs?

We got a proposition
for you, Tony.

Always open to a good deal.

We've got a payroll job
on the drawing board.

Thought you might like to buy
a piece of the action.

Armed robbery?
Putting guns in people's faces?

Do you know
who you're talking to?

Don't make me laugh.
You're just a money guy.

How much money do you need for a
couple of guns and a balaclava?

We're talking an armoured car.
The money is for cooperation.

It's a 100-grand stake.

You get 10% of the take.

Which could be 3, 4 million.

And you blokes
couldn't come up with 100 G's?

- We're spreading the risk.
- There's four of you already.

- How far you gonna spread it?
- What did I tell ya, Jase?

What did I tell ya?
He hasn't got the balls.

Tony, why don't
you sleep on it, hey?

You know what? I appreciate
you coming to me about this.

But it's really
not my kind of deal.

You know what
your problem is, Mokbel?

Strictly speaking, you are...
Yeah, you're small-time. Yeah.

I offer you my hospitality
and you come here and insult me?

Just ignore him, Tony.

What is it the Mokbels
were into?

Hang on, hang on.
Oh, yeah, milk bars.

That's right. Milk bars
and pizza places. Yeah.

You're about that level,
aren't ya, yeah? That level.

Me, I'm a big-picture guy.

Yeah, I think big.
You understand?

- When I walk down the street...
- Sit down, Alphonse.

- People respect me.
- Sit down!

- They get out of the way.
- Come on, mate.

They don't know
your fucking name!

Fucking Habibs, mate.
Getting us fucking pizzas?

- Are you kidding me or what?
- Let's get outta here.

They're gonna make
a film about me one day.

Yeah, about
Alphonse Gangitano, you know?

Over the next 15 years,

every man who sat down
to eat pizza that night

would be brutally murdered
except one.

Only one would be left standing

and he'd become
the biggest, the richest,

the most powerful crime king
of them all.

Stop.

Just five minutes, OK, mate?

Let's go.

Get the fuck out!

- Oi, get over here! Go, go, go!
- Move it, arsehole!

Get here. Get here.
Get up there!

- Hurry up!
- Move it! Don't be a hero.

- Out of the car now!
- Can't do that!

- Move it!
- Move it, ya dickhead!

Open the door! I'm giving you
five seconds, arsehole.

Five. Four. Three.

I don't give a fuck!

Two! I'll kill him.

Oh, you were
nearly dead, dickhead.

Move! Move, dickhead!

Hurry up! Open it up!
Let's go! Go! Let's go.

Move!

- In, in, in.
- Move, mate. Come on.

- Come on! Hurry up!
- Come on!

- Don't move!
- Come on. Get in.

Go, go, go!

They reckon Alphonse
walked away with 3 million.

Cops ain't got a clue.

I'm tempted
to ring Crime Stoppers.

You don't regret it, Tone?

Armed robbery's for mugs. Sooner
or later someone gets shot.

Lotta money
for a day's work, though.

- Hey, Pauly.
- Hey. Peace. Peace, man.

Did you finish the cook, mate?

Um, no, no, there's just
been a couple of hold-ups.

Hey, you didn't bring any food,
did you? I'm starving.

You stoned again, Pauly?
Jesus, Paul!

Hey, man, it is just
to relieve the tension.

This is, like, a really
stressful job, Tony.

You think I haven't done
my time in the kitchen?

The boys are here
especially to pick up!

A thousand apologies,
gentlemen. I abase myself.

- No, don't worry about it.
- I've gotta head off anyway.

Going to my mum's for tea.
Catch you later, Tone.

Sorry, Carl.

- See ya, mate.
- See ya, Will.

Pauly, you're fucking up
too often. It's gotta stop.

Hey, you could always
find yourself another cook.

Kids are coming outta uni every
day with chemistry degrees.

Good. So go grab one.
I'll go surfing.

No, you won't, smartarse!
I own your mortgage.

Listen, I'll be here
tomorrow night, same time.

I'll be expecting the best cook
you've ever done, yeah?

Shit...

-Jesus Christ.

Holy shit!

Pauly!

Tony!

Milad! Milad! It's Pauly.
He's in there!

He's in there! He's in there!

Oh, shit.

He's fucked.

Alright, tell me a story.
Make it good.

Forensics have never seen
so many drums of chemicals.

It's epic. I reckon
it's a Tony Mokbel lab.

No, too big for Mokbel, Jim.

Mokbel's on the rise. His
brother Milad lives next door.

Coincidence, I reckon.

Well, I imagine this drug cook
will be dying to settle it.

Is he alive?

What's his name?

He's waiting in Interview One,
boss. They call him Hippy Paul.

Jim O'Brien -
the big kahuna,

the best, most honest copper
I ever worked with.

That's me
standing in his shadow.

I never even met the cat.

You don't owe anybody, Paul.

The bloke who set up that lab,

he's making squillions
while you're lucky to be alive.

Do yourself a favour.
Make a statement.

Give the court
a reason to be lenient.

Who did you deal with?
Who delivered precursors?

Who gave you the orders?
Who did the pick-ups?

I don't remember.
I've got concussion.

Loyalty's a wonderful quality,
Paul, but you can bet

at the end of the day
it won't be reciprocated.

This guy's just a piece of shit
who deals drugs to kids.

You got kids yourself, Paul?

Sorry, I missed that. I...
I've got ringing in my ears.

So he's not gonna play, is he?

-You got a busy day, darl?

Always, love. Always. Huh.

Hey, it's 11:00, usual place.
Good. Bye-bye.

Mum, listen, I can take you to
the markets. I can take you now.

- Too much, Fat Tony.
- What're you talking about?

I lost half a kilo.
Tell her I lost half a kilo.

You want a heart attack?

How come you never hassle
my fat brothers, Mum?

You work too hard.
Too much fat.

Poof! Heart attack
like your father.

So, Detective, what's new?

Some massive drug lab
blew up in Brunswick.

- Maybe you read about it.
- Yeah, maybe I did.

- Lucky no-one was killed, hey?
- Yeah.

Any idea who's behind it?

Sadly, no.

The drug cook's in custody,
but he's not playing ball.

You know, I came across a nice
set of sheepskin seat covers.

They don't fit my car.
Maybe... maybe they'll fit yours.

You've gotta do better
than that, Tone.

Well, how about two pair?

Listen, Pauly, I just
wanna tell you how much

I appreciate you keeping
your mouth shut, alright?

Now, don't you worry
about your family.

I'll take care of them,
you understand? I promise.

The truth is the stress
of cooking was getting to me.

You know, every loud noise...

It's not too bad in here.

I get plenty of time
to meditate.

Pauly, tell me something.

Who's the best cook in town
aside from yourself?

So, Bruno, you partial
to a good red?

I am. I'm partial
to a good red, yeah.

You heard of Henschke
Hill of Grace?

Pretty much the best shiraz
ever made in this country.

Have you ever tasted
the 1963 vintage?

Um, I don't think anybody has.
I think it's a myth.

So how about a good redhead?

We know you're partial
to a good redhead.

Ooh, uh...

Um, uh... Hang on, hang on.

See, I'm actually... married.
I'm married.

Don't worry, mate.
She doesn't speak English.

Hi. Your... your body
is very... warm.

This is the future
you could have with me, Bruno.

The important thing to remember

is that I pay very well,
on time every time,

not like those cheapskate
Morans you work for now.

You understand?

Good.

What's Mokbel doing here?

Hey, pizza boy.

Jason and Mark aren't too happy
you pinched their drug cook.

Me, I'd give you a smack.

Ehh, it doesn't matter.

It's alright, it's alright.

-Come on, Tone. Let's go.

- How are you?
- I'm well, Mick. How are you?

Oh, can't complain.
You know, bad karma.

But I do want
to tell you something.

- What's that?
- You work hard. You work smart.

You put your profits
into bricks and mortar.

And you know the best bit?

You use the bank's money,
not your own.

So I want you to do
something for me.

I want you to take Alphonse
under your wing.

- Sorry, Mick. I can't do that.
- Excuse me?

I said I can't do that.
My wing's not that big.

Alright, well, I want you to
put your hands in your pockets

and you remember,
we're here for the kids.

For the kids. Sure thing, Mick.

- Hello, hello.
- Oh, have you met Tony?

Tone, this lovely young lady's
name is Felicity.

She's the Munster's...
what is it?

I'm his ward.
He's my guardian.

Oh, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Felicity.

How does the Munster become
your, uh, your guardian?

Oh, when Dad went to jail,

Graham's family
took an interest.

Ah, well, good for him.

I would have done
the same thing, wouldn't you?

So tell me, what do you do?

Are you an actress or a model?

No, just a boring old
med student.

Med student? Wow, smart too.

You know what? Actually,
I have a pain in my back.

-Excuse me a sec.

- Carl, would you come with me?
- Yeah, alright.

- Don't worry about them.
- Oh, thanks.

Oh, no, no. Hey, hey.
Allow me, allow me.

- Anything wrong?
- No, it's all under control.

Fat Tony!
Did you just split your pants?

- I see you've met pizza boy.
Hey? -Hey!

You know, everything
pizza boy cooks, he eats.

That right, eh?

And he eats and cooks a lot.

Fuck you, gumba.

- Hey! Hey.
- Fuck you.

Take it easy.

Get him the fuck out of here!

Hey, we're here for the kids,
mate. Sick kids, remember?

- Little bit rude, wasn't it?
- Go and change your pants.

Thumbing his nose at
the Carlton Crew was dangerous.

But stealing their drug cook
was a declaration of war.

And Alphonse and the Morans

were pretty good at
the art of war.

But Tony Mokbel wasn't
backing down for anybody.

I, uh... I got something for ya.

Half a carat each. Maybe more.

It's too much.

What, I'm not allowed
to pay tribute to your beauty?

She's only 23, you know.

God, she's so mature.

- Felicity?
- Mmm.

Fantastic rack.

She's a Cancer. I'm Aries.

They say opposites attract,
Jase.

It's a match made in heaven.

Don't let the Munster
catch you giving her a prod.

Mmm. Oh, yeah.

Mmm.

I tell ya, I can't stop
thinking about her.

I think it's her...
innocence, you know?

Billy? Can I have
a short black?

Pleasure, Mick.

So, how can I help you fellas?

Bit of a sensitive matter, Mick.

Maybe we should take a walk.

We're all friends here.
You can talk freely.

Look, Graham's ward, Felicity.

- You know who I'm talking about?
- What about her?

- What's a ward?
- Not now, mate.

Look, Alphonse,
he's rooting her.

Is he? And what business
is that of yours?

- I'm just concerned, Mick.
- She's just a kid.

Alright, look, I don't know
Graham, OK? Not as well as you.

I mean, what do I do?
Do I tell him?

Not sure what to do, mate.
What do you think?

Tony, you did the right thing.

I'll sort it.

Alright. Ward -
he'll tell you in the car.

-Alright, see ya, Mick.

How many weeks gone are you?

You know, um...

Yeah, I think you...

..you ought to have it.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

Whoa. Look at me, look at me.

I have a say in this too,
don't I? It's my kid.

I'm not gonna have a child
with a married man.

Sorry.

So, what are you gonna do?

Cut his dick off, for a start.

G'day, g'day.

- Buy you fellas a drink?
- Why stop at one?

Somewhere quiet we can talk?

Yeah, I reckon a million
and a half ought to do it.

A million and a half?
That's a lot of money, Tony.

Yeah, well, that's why
I'm looking for partners.

Share the risk.

Since when have you Lebs
been into grass?

Thought you were
strictly pills and powder.

Not grass, Lewis. Hash.

Top quality from Afghanistan.

- Three tonnes.
- Three tonne?

How're you gonna
smuggle in three tonne?

I don't do small stuff, Lewis.

I'm not like Alphonse.

I am the big-picture guy.

The bigger, the better.

We'll get back to ya.

You crossed the line.

She's just a kid.

You walk away.

You know what?

Fuck it. She's old enough
to make her own decisions.

That's it. Let it go.

What, you want to make
an enemy out of Graham?

You got a wife. You got a kid.

And that's my fuckin' business,
yeah? My business.

You know what?
There's a word for this.

There's a word for this, Mick.
Hypocrisy.

Fuck!

- Tony.
- Hey, Mick.

Get out of the...

- Is, uh...
- Fuck!

- Hi, mate.
- Thanks for coming.

Can I get you something, mate?

Do you want a...
Skim latte, darling.

While Tony Mokbel
worked up an honest sweat

expanding
his business interests,

the Carlton Crew
were preoccupied

with internal affairs.

You ready, Graham?

Has to be done, Graham.

G'day, Al.
I was in the neighbourhood.

Always nice to see you, Graham.

Fancy a drink?

Oh, I could do with a cuppa.

There's something
we have to sort out.

She's not a kid, Graham.

She can make up her own mind,
you know.

Fuck, you're not even
her own blood.

I mean, how long are you gonna
keep making decisions for her?

What, till she's 50?

She's got the whole of
her life ahead of her.

A career.

I can't let a crim like you
stuff everything up for her.

You can understand that,
don't ya?

Oh, whoa, whoa - what do you
mean, stuff everything up?

I love her.

You don't have the right!

Mark!

Shit.

Who killed Alphonse Gangitano?

Rumour is it was Jason.

But it might have been Mark.

Or Graham.

Or someone else.

No-one's ever been charged.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit...

Hey.

Thanks, baby.

Must have been someone he knew.

- He let 'em into the house.
- Bet you he gets away with it.

If no-one blabs,
the jacks have got nothing.

I heard Mark or Jason.

What kind of world is this, eh?

Your best mate knocks you.

Still, he had it coming.

Stupid prick.

Sexy wheels.

Thank you.

- It's a, uh...
- Ferrari. Yeah, I know.

Tony Mokbel.

I know that too. I'm Danielle.

Pleased to meet you, Danielle.

And you would be...

Mark Moran's girlfriend, Tony.

You can look
but you can't touch.

Charmed, Danielle.

Holy shit.
Now, that's an arse to die for.

You got the soul
of a poet, mate.

Sad day. He was a great man.

Too true.

They were gonna make
a movie of him.

Wonder who they would have cast.

Pacino? De Niro?

De Vito?

Be nice.

So, Graham, who did it?

Internal affairs, Tony.

Rumour has it that Mark Moran

was on the premises, that's all.

I don't like rumours. I don't
like people who spread 'em.

Guys.

We need to keep an eye
on that fat Leb.

..chucking a fit,
and it's all your bloody fault.

Oh, don't piss me off, Trist.

The bloody pills turn to powder
the minute you touch them.

Oh, bullshit. It's because
there's not enough binder.

-It's not rocket science, mate.

Well, you get that little turd
of yours to fix it, right?

Fuckstick.

- Tony.
- Danielle.

Thought I'd, uh, stop by
and just, you know, say hello.

Mark's gonna be here any moment.

That's alright. I'll keep you
company till he gets here, eh?

Besides, you wouldn't say no to
a glass of French, would you?

And this fella here is like
a little Tony, you know?

Just like me.
Same shape, just more hair?

He's yours.

He's gonna go off his brain.

It's alright, I'll risk it.

'Cause if I can spend
a bit of time with you,

I'll cop a flogging.

Oh, yeah. Me or my pill press?

Take a seat. I'll just,
um, get some clothes on.

No, no, hey, don't you
be going to any trouble.

Shit, Mark!
What happened to you?

What's he doing here?

This yours, fat man?

Now fuck off.

Nice spending time with you,
Danielle.

Loved every minute of it.

Oh, sit down.

What happened to you?

A couple of blokes
jumped me at the park.

You're shagging him, aren't ya?

What would you do if I was?

What's that? Is that
a fucking love bite?

Dirty bastard.

We have no reason to believe
the target's armed,

but that's no reason to assume
she won't be, alright?

More likely to flash her tits
at you than shoot at you,

but let's not forget
she's not called

the Pill Press Queen
for nothing, alright?

Mokbel. Go, go, go, go, go.

Detective Inspector O'Brien.
Drug Squad.

Got my eye on you, pal.

As far as I'm concerned, you're
nothing but a bottom feeder,

right down there with the turds.

And one day,
I'm gonna flush you away.

Police, don't move!

We seized 7,000-odd
methamphetamine pills that day,

plus assorted other
bits and bobs.

Mark's girlfriend, Danielle,
had been a busy girl alright.

Following the bust,
a pill press she owned,

worth about $80,000,
became the subject of a dispute

between the Moran brothers
and Tony's mate Carl Williams.

Feel free to read it.

Detective Coghlan here
can explain the big words.

Hey, Carl. Shit, mate.

Oh, hey, you must be Roberta.

- You must be Tony.
- Yeah, that's me.

- Yeah, I seen you round.
- Yeah, I seen you too.

Don't mind me.

So, what happened, mate?

Jason and that shitbird Mark
lure him into a meeting,

and then Jason pulls out
his piece and shoots him.

A .22 pistol.
Poofter's gun.

Slug shot straight through and
bounced around like a pinball

and then ended up just there,
behind his dick.

Shit. You in much pain?

Nah. They got great drugs here.

We ought to move into pethidine.

So, why'd they shoot you, Carl?

'Cause they're bloody arseholes.

They reckon I owe 'em
a pill press.

Used to be Danielle McGuire's.

And I got it when
she got busted,

but Mark reckons it's his
on account of he's banging her.

Yeah, you know,
so Jason had the gun, right?

You know what Mark said to him?

- Oh, Jesus!
- Sorry, baby. I'll just...

No, don't touch me! Piss off!

I'll get the nurse! Shit!

- Ahh! Oh.
- Here, here.

What'd he say?

"Put one in his head."

Put one in his head, mate.

No. No!

Nuh. I want my 80 grand.

If I kill him,
I'm never gonna see it.

That's why I'm gonna kill 'em.

Carl, murder's bad for business.
Think of the consequences.

Fuck the consequences, Tony.
Both of them.

Mark first.

Tony didn't know it yet,

but he was about to be
sucked into a gangland war

between Carl Williams
and the Carlton Crew.

What are you blokes on?

Horse steroids?

You wanna keep in shape,
gotta put in the hours.

Cut out the pizzas.

And the chocolate cake,
and the pasta,

and all that deep-fried shit
you chuck down your throat.

Did I ask for your opinion?

Hey, you wanna hear something?

I know this guy, bodybuilder,
Sonny Schmidt.

You heard of him?
He's a Mr Olympia or something.

Yeah, what, has he got
a diet plan for me too?

No, but what he has got
is contacts.

You've heard of
the Mexican drug cartels?

Best quality coke in the world.

Unlimited quantities.

Now, he can supply as much
Mexican coke as you want.

Why you telling me?

You got the resources. I don't.

This Mexican cocaine thing.

Why are we sitting in a church?

We'll start with a trial run.

Say two, three kilos of
the best Mexican gear

that Sonny and his mate,
Gino Brunetti,

can lay their hands on.

- Cool.
- Brought in how?

By mule?

International courier service.

How's that gonna work?

Well, you're looking
at the answer, boys.

We'll buy big, fat, chunky
Mexican wooden candlesticks.

Drill 'em out,
stuff 'em full of coke,

send it across the border
and ship 'em from the States.

Customs are less likely
to get suss

about a package
coming from the States.

That's genius, Tony.

Now tell me what I'm doing here.

Walk with me.

How long have you worked
for the Morans, Billy?

Answer - too long.

Now, everyone says what
a good operator you are,

you know that?

But what have you got
to show for it, hmm?

You live in a rental,
you drive a shitty Volvo,

and your HIV-positive boyfriend

can't afford to bring his
dear old mum out from Spain.

I could do with a man of
your expertise, Billy.

I mean, look at these monkeys.

You don't wanna be like them.

Come work for me.

I'll make you rich.

The candlestick thing.

That's what we called
the Mexican coke job.

But Tony had a whole lot of
other international drug deals

going on at same time,
including the massive

Afghan cannabis resin
importation

with certain members of
the Carlton Crew.

We'll match ya,
dollar for dollar.

Payable only when
the containers land.

So we can check
the quality of the resin.

Three tonne, you said?

Yes, he said three tonne.
You going senile?

Three tonne, or thereabouts.
But no, sorry, boys, no deal.

Cash up front or I walk away.

- What, you gonna shoot me too?
- We don't like prick teasers.

That's right.

What's to stop you
taking our money

and fucking off back to Beirut?

Beirut? It's full of Lebs!
Come on!

You really think I'm dumb enough
to fuck you guys over?

We share the risk,
we share the profit.

That's the way it works.

That's the criminal underworld.

One day these blokes are
putting bullets in each other,

the next, they're kissing arse
and doing business.

You still in the market for
pharmaceutical-grade pseudo?

Always.

Where are you getting it from?

I got my sources.
A couple of kilos, eh?

Give me a call.

Oh, Mark, don't ever
pull a gun on me again.

Just fuckin' with you, Tony.

Best guitarist, Jimi Hendrix.

- What about Angus Young?
- Awesome, but not Hendrix.

You can't tell me Hendrix is
better than Stevie Ray Vaughan.

Billie Thorpe, man.
Thorpie, yeah!

Tony!

Jimi Hendrix, the man's...

Hey, nice periscope, boys.

Yeah, hey.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Danielle, slow down.

What happened?

No-one's ever been done
for Mark Moran.

The suspect list
was like a phone book.

But we always said Carl.

The gangland war
was off and running.

Who's Mokbel talking to?

Billy Fischer. Moran crew.

What do we know about him?

Not enough.

Scrooge and Sonny
are in Mexico City,

and they're gonna
meet with Gino tomorrow.

That was quick.

- Well done. -Mmm. What about
the courier company?

We will need to find ourselves
an inside man.

Just leave it with me.

- You hear the news?
- What news?

- Hippy Paul died.
- What? How? When?

Massive heart attack. Straight
after his morning shit.

Bang. Gone.

Fuck. He was the same age as me!

Hope you're watching
your cholesterol.

"You were a true friend, Paul.

"Your loyalty touched
my heart deeply.

"I'll never forget you.
Tony Mokbel."

You got that?

Yeah, yeah, alright.
Yeah, look, thanks. Thanks.

That's beautiful, mate.

Yeah?

Loyalty.

You can't put a price on it.

To friendship, huh?

Fuckin' what?
It's Australia, you idiot.

It's fuckin' 'mateship'.
What are ya, a poofter?

- To mateship.
- Come on, to mateship.

Alright, here.

I wanna know more about
your pal Tony Mokbel.

See how big he really is.

I can do you
a PowerPoint presentation.

Straight from his mouth.

I want us to put
someone close to him.

Find out what he gets up to
when the curtains are drawn.

- Police! Don't move!
- Police! Don't move!

Billy Fischer.

You're fucked.

There is a way out.

Sign on as an informer?
No. Nope.

Prison's not a good option
for a bloke like you, Billy.

We want the big players.

We need you to wear a wire.

We want you to get as close
to Tony Mokbel as you can.

We want to hear every word,

every burp, every fart.

Right, so listen.
What do we need?

- Ingredients.
- Ingredients, exactly.

So first we got bacon, cheese...

And that, my boys, is how
you make a Tony special.

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