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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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