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- What are you doing here? - You're behind schedule.

So I thought I'd come to you. Got your passport.

- Steve Papas, huh? - You're gonna need a good ID.

- Greeks respect men like us. - You mean men of vision?

Men prepared to grease whatever wheels to get what we want.

Don't call it 'Greece' for nothing, hey?

- I can't go back. - Can we just go somewhere?

- Can we go to Spain or Paris? - Sure. Hop on a plane, will I?

Governor about to announce a $1 million reward for Mokbel.

Purana will be fielding the calls.

He reckons he works for the guys that run Mokbel's drug empire.

Phil Costa and Bruce Richmond are Tony's main contacts.

Phil Costa has a separate mobile for Tony's calls.

- What is that? - Phil's got a new SIM for his Tony phone.

This could be just the break we need.

Hey, we've got an incoming from the Fat Tony number.

- Boss. - Hey, Brucey. How's it hanging?

- That's him! - It's beautiful here.

- Which is where? - Here in Glyfada.

Glyfada. It's a suburb in Athens.

Fat Tony's calling from Greece.

Commissioner, we've found Tony Mokbel. He's in Athens.

We need to send some of my men there right now.

Hey.

Hey, boofhead. Yeah, it's me.

- Put Mum on, will you? - Yeah, boss. She's here.

- It's Tony. - Tony?

- Tony? - Hey, Mum.

Listen, Phil told me you're not taking

your blood pressure medication. What are you trying to do to me?

What would he know? He's got a brain of a duck.

Tony, where are you? When you coming home?

I can't tell you where I am. I told you before.

- I'm OK, everything's cool. - Not for much longer, buddy.

Are you eating well?

Yeah, look. I gotta go. I gotta go.

Yeah, yeah, love you too. Alright, alright. 'Bye.

Alright, everyone. Here's the drill.

The Greeks will only let us send a two-man team

in a purely advisory capacity.

- We get one, the Feds get one. - What, they lost the...?

Yeah, I know, don't think I didn't express

my displeasure to the Commissioner.

Everyone here has earnt the right to go

but we can only send one.

So, Coghlan, make sure

this Fed knows that you're in charge, OK?

Because this is a Purana operation.

I want to be kept briefed on every single development.

Yes, boss. How long have we got?

Just don't come home without Tony Mokbel.

Jim. Jarrod. AFP.

- Seen you round the traps. - Yeah, likewise, Jarrod.

- Thanks for the lift. - No worries.

AFP's always happy to shout VicPol a ride.

- You right with that? - Yeah.

How long have you been after Mokbel?

Oh, about eight years.

- You? - About the same.

- Too bloody long. - Yeah.

Listen, Jarrod, do you mind if we get

our cards on the table up front?

- Sure. - VicPol found Tony in Greece.

- No argument about that. - Good.

Didn't really come as a huge surprise, though, did it, Jim?

I mean, all our intel was pointing there too.

Is that right?

When the commander of OS ops called me,

I picked it right away.

Still, we found him.

Yes, you did. Good job.

Alright, good. As long as you know where we stand.

Hey, babe. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Of course I remembered the bloody swimming nappies.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, righto. Alright. On my way.

There we go, bubba. Ah. My baby Renate.

Yes. Mummy thinks Dad's a doofus.

Yeah! But you know better! Don't ya? Huh?

You know Daddy's no doofus,

don't you, my sweet little chicken?

Yes.

Hey, who's my little tadpole? Hey, who's my little tadpole?

Hey, who's my little tadpole, huh?

Oh, nice tits.

I can speak English.

My apologies. You're a beautiful mum.

With nice, um...

Yeah!

- Steve. - Oh, hey.

You didn't drown her. It's a miracle.

No. Of course not.

Tony, one of your phones is ringing.

Here you go.

Madison, I told you a million times, alright?

- Call me Steve. - Why should I?

'Cause I asked you to, alright? Jesus. Yeah, Phil.

Hey, boss, just letting you know we made up

for that shortfall in funding.

Oh, that's good, mate. Put a smile on the dial.

It's really echoey Tony's end. What do you reckon?

- Could be on the dunny. - Yeah.

Transfer should go through later today.

Alright. Good, good. Alright, listen. Gotta go.

- Ciao, boss. - Cheers, mate.

Come on, guys. Give us something we can trace.

- Spain, alright? - Yeah, OK.

Well, isn't that what you want?

No, yeah. It is.

Good, alright.

AFP liaison Dave Dalton flew in last night from Belgrade.

He's in contact with the local cops.

Now, the AFP, they help fund the Hellenic Anti-Drug Division.

They're called the Incorruptibles.

Well, this is Greece, so I assume the title's ironic.

Let's hope not.

They're the roosters we'll be working with.

You blokes will be working over at the embassy

on a day-to-day basis.

The lovely Ria will help with translations

and anything else you need.

Booked you a suite at the Hotel Grande Bretagne. Five stars.

- Jim, VicPol booked your digs. You sweet with that? - Yeah.

Look, we've got a meeting with the Incorruptibles,

so we better make like a hockey stick

and get the puck out of here.

Call us if you need us.

Gentlemen, g'day.

May I introduce Federal Agent Jarrod Ragg,

Australian Federal Police - he's one of my mob.

Detective Sergeant Jim Coghlan, Victoria Police Force.

These chaps have been chasing the target

as long as you've been shaving.

Now, Tony Mokbel is a very big fish.

Interpol have him on their top 100 wanted list.

- Do you have any recent photos? - Jim.

Yeah, uh, look, the most recent is about a year old.

There's also a photo of the woman

that he's currently living with.

There's every chance he may have attempted to alter his appearance.

What's his last known address in Athens?

We suspect he's living

in the Glyfada district or thereabouts.

- What street? - We don't know.

What's his car registration number?

We don't know that either.

Any known associates here in Athens?

None that we know of, no.

So what intel do you actually have

that brings you all the way to Greece?

We know he had a coffee about four days ago in Glyfada

and took his girlfriend and children

to the local H�agen-Dazs at the same time.

Jesus, guys.

Jim Coghlan.

Jim, we got a Tony call coming in. I'll patch it through.

Thanks, Boris. Right.

Mokbel is calling Phil Costa in Melbourne.

- Hey, boss. - Hey, shit for brains.

- What's up? - What's up? I'll tell you what's up.

The last transfer went to Agape's account, you dickhead.

She's not back till next week, you fucking moron.

- Sorry, boss... - Just fix it, Phil.

- Understand me? - Yes, boss.

That's a recording, right?

No, that's an intercept. It's live.

Mokbel's out there on the phone right now.

That's pretty cool.

And it's patched back through to my people in Melbourne.

Cheers, Boris.

- Play that back? - Yeah.

We don't have that capability.

Well, that's something that we can help you with.

- Tony makes a lot of calls. - But he's careful.

And this Agape. Do you know who she is?

No.

We do know that Mokbel's receiving money transfers.

Do you know how many banks there are in Athens?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

My Greek's a bit rusty.

We will find this Tony Mokbel.

We will find him for team.

That's good news, isn't it?

You should have told me you speak Greek.

Why do you reckon I'm here?

- Bloody VicPol. - Bloody Plastics.

What did he just say?

- Uh, doesn't matter. Thanks. - No, Jim.

Listen, if this is gonna work,

you're gonna have to keep me in the loop.

What did Saxionis just say?

He welcomed us and wished us luck.

Right. That's it.

Look, my Greek's rusty. These guys talk quick, OK?

When I can translate, I will.

When I can't, just smile and nod.

Thanks for your support.

- Stin ygei� sas. - Stin ygei� sas.

- Stin ygei� sas. - That's 'cheers'.

Yeah, got that much.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

So your speciality is surveillance, right?

That's correct.

But you can't take surveillance photos with people in it?

- Also correct. - Jarrod, are you hearing this?

This stuff is making my teeth soft.

You've gotta have people in the surveillance photos

or what's the point?

- Photos of buildings, yes. - Alright.

Photos of vehicles, yes. Photos of people, no.

But you're not collecting evidence on the building.

- Good point. - That's the law.

Yeah, look, I love you guys, I do, but...

Listen, Jim, you are in Greece now.

- Right. Yep, yep. - We are a democracy.

- We Greeks... - We invented democracy.

- Yep, you love telling the world that. - That's true.

And you're sending the eurozone broke

because nobody wants to work past 50.

Yeah.

Wow.

But like Jim said,

we love you guys.

- What did he say? - More booze.

So this Fat Tony, does he have protection?

As in...?

- Russians? - Albanians?

Albanians would kill their mother for 50 euros.

No, you're not joking at all.

- We don't know, sorry. - Of course you don't.

Stin ygei� sas.

- Now we dance. - Yeah. Ela! Ela! Ela!

No, no, no, no, no!

I'm not dancing, I'm not dancing.

Move to the rhythm and look for your keys.

Pretend you are like an aeroplane

coming in to land, OK?

Like this, no problem.

Kalinychta. Kalinychta, Jarrod.

You'll be OK.

- Jarrod. - What? - Jarrod.

It's time to go. Time to go. Come on. Time to go.

Come on. Let's go.

Kalispera.

Oh, shit. Which way?

Ant�o.

Hey, Jimbo.

Tony?

What, you didn't think I'd know you're in my town? Hm?

Ears like a hawk.

I've got people everywhere.

Airport, even this shitty hotel.

Eyes.

- Hey? - Eyes like a hawk.

Who gives a fuck? Thing is, I get the drop on you, mate.

You don't get the drop on me, you understand?

You OK?

Yeah, I'm alright.

Shit, I think you might be coming down with something.

Something life-threatening.

You hear the news, Jim?

I've been booted off the Hodson murders.

- Hi, mate. - Don't s'pose you've heard why?

Hodson murder case? No.

You know how this makes me look, don't ya,

not being involved?

Either corrupt or totally incompetent.

- Charlie... - It's true. Let's face it.

It's not my fault there was no result on the Hodsons.

- No-one thinks it is. - Ah, bullshit.

There's plenty who do, and that's why they dumped me.

Let's face it. I've been dumped.

So I told Christine to her face.

I said, "Commissioner,

"you've made my position totally untenable."

Charlie, it ain't worth quitting your job over, mate.

It's too late, Jim.

If a man hasn't got his self-respect, what's he got?

Jim. Charlie.

- Paul. - Paul.

Just on my way up to Personnel.

You found Fat Tony yet, Jim?

I might take the stairs, Charlie.

Alright, Jim.

You know, that's who you should be looking at for the Hodsons.

Tony Mokbel.

Tony Mokbel's never been a suspect

in the Hodson case, Paul,

only ever a person of interest.

- I'm no longer on that case. - That's bullshit.

- Who is? - I've got no idea.

I might take the stairs too.

Jim, got a Tony call coming through.

Yeah.

Hey, Phil.

Boss, um, I'm with Dario and Fabio, and guess what.

- What? - Fabio was just down at Southbank.

- You'll never guess. - Mate, just tell me. What is it?

Danny boy sold your apartment in Century Towers.

He what?

Yeah, one point...

- 1.4. - 1.5.

1.6 mill they reckon he got for it.

Who fucking told him he could sell my property?

Guess he thought you were gone for good, eh?

You fucking tell that prick that he better give me my money

or I'm gonna send someone round there, cut his balls off

and shove them down his fucking throat!

How did he take it?

Yeah, good.

Fuck.

Well, that was a dummy spit.

Yeah, uh, Danny boy, that's, um... it's Daniel Skinner.

He's one of Tony's bookies.

He owns a couple of apartments in Century Towers.

Oh, just his luck.

Yeah, listen, why don't we go after that 1.6

as proceeds of crime, eh?

Yeah. Cool. I'll pass that on to the ATO boys.

- Asset confiscation. - Is that Coghlan?

Uh, yeah. Boss wants a word.

Yep. Great. Let's speak to the boss for a second.

How did the meeting with the Greeks go this morning?

Meeting went really well and everything's on track

and, um... yeah.

I have to go, though, 'cause I've got another meeting.

- Alright. Call me later, yeah? - Yep. Thanks, boss.

Poor, poor little malaka.

What is the matter with you, Steve?

Why don't you go inside, hm? I want some peace and quiet.

What sort of business are you in now? The same?

I said go inside, alright? Go and play with your sister.

I hope Mum's next boyfriend has a proper job.

Smart-arse.

No, it won't be like before.

We won't be looking for cops everywhere.

It will be a real holiday.

Why won't we be on the lookout for cops?

Because it's Spain.

If you ask me, it's where we should've been the whole time.

We'll get you a new cossie. Hey, how about a bikini, yeah?

Show off those new boobies.

I don't want a bikini, I don't want to go to Spain.

Sweetheart, we need a holiday, hey?

Have some bloody fun for once.

You go with fatso. I'm staying here.

Madison, get back here now!

- So three sailors and a cook. - Mm-hm.

- I'll start making some inquiries. - Yeah, OK. Good.

Can you make sure at least one of them speaks English?

Shouldn't be too big a problem.

That a new phone?

Yeah, mate. This one's got a camera. Mmm.

Good for, uh, huh... ..home movies.

- Nice. - Yeah.

I've been looking into some properties for you.

Which one's, uh... which one's the go?

- That one. Great location. - OK.

- Hey, mate. - Boss. - Yeah, yeah. It's me.

We've done sweeps of the area - cafes, bars, restaurants -

nothing.

What about schools for the teenage daughter?

- She'd be conspicuous. - No, nothing.

- Your telephone intercept? - Nothing.

Won't take long to write up.

When's our superhero taking off?

I, um, thought I'd save his inaugural flight

for when we land this fat bastard.

He's quiet.

- Yes, almost too quiet. - Hmm.

We all know how much Tony loves a chat.

- They've changed phones. - Yeah.

Shit. Let's pay a visit to Red.

They changed phones.

Of course they changed phones.

Regular as clockwork.

All at the same time.

That way it's a clean slate all around.

So it is possible that Tony and Phil have new phones and SIMs?

Phil's got a new one? Didn't ask me to buy it for him.

Didn't occur to you that we might wanna know that?

Well, didn't at the time,

but now that you put it that way...

Red, we're gonna need you to get us that number.

Red got us the exact time of the call

between Tony and Phil Costa.

Which we didn't intercept, along with God knows how many others.

Yeah, but we were able to do a tower dump...

- Have we got the new number? - Yes.

Good. Let's hope we didn't miss anything too interesting.

It's only ever about money and drugs with Tony's.

True. Commissioner wants an update in person.

That's never a good sign.

So, got any other good news I can share with her?

I'll take that as a no.

What are you doing up?

Shh-shh!

- Is she OK? - Yeah.

She's got a temperature. I gave her some paracetamol.

So do we need to call the doctor?

Yeah, try getting a doctor at this hour who speaks English.

Yeah.

That's what this place could do with, eh?

- A medical centre for tourists. - Yeah.

Maybe I should build one.

An international medical centre. Eh?

What, a drug dealer moving into health care?

Yeah, why not? Why not?

Medical centre for tourists.

I mean, shit, we'd rake it in. Be good money to be made.

- Oh, I guess. - Yeah.

Start here and then spread them all over Europe.

I think Daddy's got delusions of grandeur, hasn't he?

Yeah, don't forget who you're talking to.

- I don't do small things. - Yeah.

I think this small thing's gonna be OK.

Aren't you?

Well, that's good, because Spain...

..we're not gonna come back from.

I thought you said it was just a holiday.

It's not. I just got a feeling it's time to go, alright?

So don't tell Agape, don't tell Stavros.

Look, they've been great to us,

but too many people know too much about us.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, but we just can't up and go, yeah?

- Why not? - Shit, Tony.

Why not? Why not? We'll go to Spain.

And then we'll go wherever you like, OK? Your choice.

Maddy's just got settled at school.

Well, she'll settle somewhere else, then.

You said yourself you don't like it here.

You don't speak the language, you feel cooped up.

Yeah, I do, but she just made friends.

I can't keep uprooting her.

We'll put down roots somewhere else, OK?

Just you, me and the girls.

Danni, it's time to go.

Are you just sick of the local hookers, hmm?

Will you, just for once, do what you're fucking told?

Shh! I'm trying to get her to sleep.

Hey. Hey, beautiful.

Hey.

Our future.

You want what?

- 120 detectives on stand-by. - 120?

Look, we need to take down all of his operations at once,

because as soon as word gets out,

they'll all bolt faster than a scalded dog.

- 120. - You can offer me more if you want.

Well, you tell me how I'm gonna do it with less.

I know you're under a shitload of pressure from Spring Street.

- We don't have Mokbel yet. - No.

- So what's the latest? - We're working with the Greeks.

- You making progress? - Yes.

Well, good progress?

Well, is there any other kind, ma'am?

I wanna talk to your man. Do you have his number?

I do.

- I want to talk to him now. - Now?

Dial it.

Righto.

- Coghlan? - Coghlan. Jim Coghlan.

Jim Coghlan.

Jim, this is Christine Nixon speaking.

Go and fuck yourself, Christine.

What time is it in Athens?

5:00...am.

You didn't think to mention that.

I was going to, ma'am, but you seemed so determined.

Jim Coghlan.

Let me assure you this really is Christine Nixon speaking.

Oh, fuck... Oh, shi... Uh...

Sorry, ma'am.

I'm the one to apologise for calling at such an ungodly hour.

I'm not used to these time differences.

You're under a lot of pressure. I'll let you sleep.

- Yep. - I wish you all the best.

Vic Police are behind you 100%.

Uh, thank you, ma'am.

Goodnight, Jim.

'Night, ma'am.

- We need a result. - Yep.

You can have the manpower you need.

Thank you, ma'am.

But when the bloody hell will we have Mokbel?

48 hours.

Good.

I'll hold you to that.

Ma'am.

Huh, what? Hey?

Oh, come on!

Arggh! Shit.

What?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright. - Come on!

Hey, Phil. Yeah, mate.

Just want to get back to my plans. Got some big plans, mate.

- You always do, boss. - Try this one on for size.

A medical centre.

Why do they sound like that? Where are they?

- Nightclub? - No, it's only morning there.

Great way to buy legit drugs.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's for the kids, mate. It's for the kids.

- Must be code. - Hmm.

Listen, I'm looking for land. I'm gonna need some money.

I'd say probably about half a million, I reckon.

Hey, hang on, mate. Hang on.

You there?

Yeah, listen, so this time,

you make sure you send it to the Papas account, alright?

Uh, yeah, no... no problem.

Alright, mate. Alright, cheers, buddy. Talk soon.

Ciao, boss.

- Papas. - Yeah, he's at a pool.

The announcement in the background,

he's at a fuckin' swimming pool, a fitness centre.

The Olympic Aquatic Centre, near Glyfada.

Coghlan, what's going on?

We think he's at the Olympic Aquatic Centre there, boss.

- The Greeks are on their way. - How far's that from you?

- 15 minutes. - 15 minutes.

- Coghlan, I want you there too. - Yep.

Uh, Inspector, Dave Dalton, AFP liaison here.

Our terms of deployment clearly state...

Oh, mate, I don't give a fuck.

If Mokbel's there, I want our guy there to take him down.

And risk creating an international incident? Smart.

Dave, Dave...

I don't care if you get a taxi. Get to that pool now.

I'll get you an unmarked car.

Go, go!

- Coghlan, what's going on? - We missed him, boss.

Shit!

You sure he was even there?

I can smell him.

You what?

Attendant ID'd Danielle.

We didn't get a positive on Tony.

From what we heard on the intercept, he was here.

Oh, fuck!

- Hey, babe. - Hey!

Change of plan - we're leaving today.

Why? What's going on?

I don't know. Just hurry, that's all.

No. I haven't done my shopping yet.

I'm pretty sure they've got shopping in Spain.

Tony, we haven't packed and Maddy's in school.

Get the baby, get a cab, get Maddy out of school

and I'll see you down by the boat, OK?

Crew's already on board.

Seriously, no, no, what's going on?

Nothing, nothing. You wanted to go, remember?

So we're going.

- OK. - Alright?

Hmm.

- Alright? - Hey. Hold on.

- Hey, get some nappies. - Yeah, alright.

- Three packs. - Yeah, alright!

- Three! - OK.

- George. - Hey, George.

- Hello. - George.

Hey.

Jarrod, Jim.

- What did he say? - Clock's ticking.

- Boss. - Hey, Brucie.

- Yeah, it's me. Put Phil on, will you? - Sure thing.

- Boss. - Phil. Hey, mate.

- Listen, transfer go through? - Yeah, no probs.

Yeah, it should land in your account overnight.

Your block is worth bottling, I tell you. Worth bottling.

Hey, what's the weather like there?

Um, shitful. There?

Beautiful as always, my friend. Beautiful as always.

You sound relaxed.

Why wouldn't I be relaxed, mate?

Where are you?

Where I am, no-one would be looking for me.

How wrong you are, fat man.

Hey, listen.

Um, Phil, give us a sec. Hang on.

Hey, Ivan.

Yeah, mate, I'm on my way.

Alright.

Yeah, at the Delfinia. Alright, see you, mate.

Delfinia - the Dolphin. Do you know it?

It's a very common name.

Pastry shops, cafes, hotels,

everything in Athens is called the Dolphin.

Alright, mate, listen, I'd better go.

Have you got a phone book?

OK, OK, here we go.

Delfinia Cafe, Delfinia Pub, Delfinia Salon...

- How many Dolphins can one city have? - There we go.

Delfinia restaurant - Diadihou Pavlou 5, Glyfada.

That's his 'hood. Let's hope we've got everyone.

Let's go.

- Alright, let's go. - Sorry, boys.

Last time, they kicked my arse for letting you go.

- This time, you wait here, OK? - Here we go again.

Coghlan, you call me the second they've got him, understand?

- Yes, boss. - And, Jim?

Yes, boss.

Make this fuckin' happen, yeah?

Yeah.

- Steve! - Yia sou, Steve.

- What a nice surprise, huh? - Yeah, good to see you guys.

Yeah, yeah, the medical centre.

- Relax. All under control. - Yeah, relax, huh? Huh?

Listen, Voula, the money is not a problem, OK? Trust me.

We've got our arses hanging out here.

And what a beautiful arse it is. Begging your pardon, Dimitri.

Don't fuck us over, malaka.

Real estate costs real money,

not hot air, not even in Greece.

Tomorrow, OK?

Guaranteed.

You fucking bitch.

Mm-mm!

Ivan.

I ordered you an iced latte.

Iced latte? I don't want a fucking iced latte, mate.

I want the 10 kilos you owe me.

Ivan, what's going on?

What my guy in Zagreb was saying,

you place an order for, say, hundred litres, cash up-front,

just to cover his costs.

We can't be sure until we do an identity check.

How does that work?

Well, all Greeks are required to carry an ID card.

We have a Pakistani officer on the scene.

He will go in as a customer,

then we'll send in more officers

who'll act as if it's just a routine, random inspection.

- OK? - Yeah, OK.

Listen, I'm gonna head off, hey?

- Hmm? - He wants to see your ID.

Right. Yeah, yeah, sure, mate.

See? Look, I'm an Aussie.

Look. Australia.

Why are you asking?

It's just routine.

Steven Papas.

Yeah. Yep, that's me.

Will you please come with me, Mr Papas?

Sure, mate, yeah.

Yeah, grab those, will you?

The wife will kill me if I forget those.

- We'll talk soon, mate, alright? - Sure.

We've got him.

You sure?

Yes.

- There's no doubt? - No.

His passport says "Steven Papas".

That's him.

Well done.

- You too. - We just got your big fish.

You're allowed to go a bit fucking crazy, you know?

Listen, George,

I'm in a position to make your life very... very comfortable.

You know what I'm saying?

If I was to walk outside that door right now...

..we could make an arrangement.

And your life would change

for the better.

You hear me?

Jim. Jarrod.

- Tony. - Tony.

Fuck me.

I don't know how you did it, boys, but you've found me.

Fuckin' brilliant job.

Good work, Jim.

We've got the bastard.

Boss.

Oh, my gosh!

- Come on! - Ah!

- We really got him. - We did.

Catching Fat Tony was the easy part.

Extraditing him back to Melbourne -

that was another story.

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