All language subtitles for S02E07 - A Nice Little Earner-eng(1)

Find me a shooter.

Fred put him through a meat grinder.

Sounds to me
like Mr Clark needs to choose his friends

a little more carefully.

Terry's like a hick
from Gisborne, OK,

but with delusions of grandeur.

I say anything to you, he'll know.

He'll get whoever he wants.
He'll kill me.

G'day.

I'm Fred. Hello there.

Did you hear
what happened to Freeman?

He got nabbed
travelling on a false passport.

So I certainly wouldn't want to be
the bloke who made that call

when he finds out how they got him.

♪ It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there

♪ It's a jungle out there. ♪

I always said you looked better
without make-up.

Terry.
Did I scare you?

I missed you.

That problem I had...

...it's been
sorted.

You mean Doug?

Only cost me 10 grand.

Maybe they give you a discount
for useless junkies.

So he's dead?

Yeah.

Fred took them out to the bush.

He shot Doug first.

Then Izzie begged him
to shoot her too.

So he did.

The dog's OK, though.

He doesn't kill dogs... apparently.

Baby, you look frightened.

Ally, the last thing I want to do
is upset you.

I'm only telling you
so you understand the situation.

Hey? Hey?

So you know where we stand.

Ahh!

You're late.

Yeah, well,
there's a lot of driving involved.

Taking care of your shit.

Me shoulder seized up.

I'm in bloody agony.
Alright.

About the job, it's all done?
No.

I winged both of them.

They're probably down
at Russell Street right now

talking to the jacks, Christ's sake!

I just wanna hear you say it.

I told you on the phone...
it's done and dusted.

Uh... Uh...

Here's a handbag, it was in the car.
Wallet and keys.

Supposed to leave the keys
with the car at the airport.

Yeah, about the car,
there's a bit of a hitch.

Is he a moron?

The car goes to the airport
so it'll look like they pissed off!

Calm, Roberto,
you'll give yourself a heart attack.

I asked you to arrange a service.
The job's done.

It's half done.
They're dead, aren't they?

Loose ends could finish us.

Where is it?

He said he ran out of time.

So he left it here.

Now, what was he late for?
His mum's funeral?

Street like this,
you fart, it gets noticed.

Oh, Jesus Christ! Not now.

What? What's wrong?

Ohhh.

What are you doing?

Piss on the fucking tree.

It's either this
or you get a big, wet stain

inside your precious bloody Merc,
alright?

Listen, what are we going
to do about the car?

You hop in it,
you drive it out to the airport

and you leave it in the long-term
carpark where it's supposed to be.

Me?
You hired him.

The cops could be
surveying the vehicle.

What do you think this is,
James Bond?

Oh. Cops do that stuff, alright?
They leave the victims' car, see...

No-one's watching.

Then you do it.

Mother of God,
have mercy on us.

Follow me, alright?
You can do that.

And when this is finished, you get
rid of all this stuff... for good.

JACQUl: After the mess
with the Wilsons' car,

Frank Tizzoni wasn't taking
any more chances.

When it came to getting rid
of the keys,

he threw them in a stormwater drain

where the first heavy rains
would wash them

straight into Port Phillip Bay,

never to be seen again.

Are you offering to sell me
your whole operation, Terry?

No, just Australia and New Zealand.

I keep Europe and the US.

Yes, it states it right here.

That should say
Terrence James Sinclair agrees to sell.

It's my new name.
I changed it legally.

You running, Terry?

Why would I run, Bob?
That's what I'd like to know.

I'm expanding, not running.

The bloke who started McDonald's,

you think he manages every store
by himself?

No, he starts them off,

then someone else does that
while he fucks... and plays golf.

Yeah,
it's called franchising.

The point is,
I'm offering you the Australian end,

lock, stock and barrel,
an even 20 million.

With 10% due up-front.

Oh, no worries. I'll just give
Howard Hughes a bell.

See if he can kick in a mil or two.

You know how much smack
we move every month.

What would you say
the organisation's worth?

Well, it does come
with some liabilities.

I'll straighten out
the Singapore end.

Talk's cheap, Terry.

Hello.

Ally, I need your help
with something.

Now? What's wrong?

This is important.
I'll come round in a couple of hours.

Be ready to go.

He wouldn't hurt you, though, Ally,
would he?

Who knows? I didn't think
he'd hurt Doug either.

Have you done anything?
No.

I- I-I don't think so.

I don't even know anymore.
It could be anything.

Maybe you should just leave him.

I'll help you.
I can't leave him.

Yes, you can.

Do you want me to come out with you?

Come on, Ally.

It's just there.

There's 2 million worth of smack.

I've got to go to Singapore
for a few days.

Sort things out.

Shake things up.

I need someone back here
that knows about this.

In the end...

...you're the only person I trust.

Will you help me, Ally?

Of course. I'll do anything!

Me Yank lawyer reckons
they couldn't charge me

unless they found
me phoney passport.

Not in the States,
they couldn't.

But my informant tells me

the Commonwealth have a passport
application with your photo on it

in the false name
matched to a US entry card.

Now, that's enough.

Your informant got any ideas

about how they latched on to me
in the first place?

Well, it wasn't my documents.
They were legit.

I mean, they were dodgy, obviously.
But they were top quality dodgy.

Well, our best bet
is to deal with it at committal,

so it never even makes the trial.

Happily, we have some very thirsty
friends over at the Magistrate's.

Including His Worship
Murray Farquhar himself.

I'll leave youse to it.

If you need any more drinking money,
just let me know.

Why don't you use two fingers, Nick?

That way I can get a second opinion.

Cover yourself, Bob.
I've got a weak stomach.

The reason you're pissing
all the time is your prostate.

It's enlarged.
Enlarged? Is it a tumour?

It's possible.

Only way to find out
and be 100% sure is a biopsy.

Should we do one?

It involves a very big needle.

You people are sadists.
Relax.

Just have a regular prostate exam,
drop a bit of weight

and get some exercise.

Does running up the stairs
at Randwick to the members count?

Your blood pressure's
through the roof, Bob.

You're in prime
heart attack country.

Well, I've had a stressful run.

Bad weekend at the track?

Amongst other things.

Look, uh...

...I heard about
a business opportunity.

A bloke Freeman introduced me to.
Could be a lot of money in it.

I like the last part.

Thing is, it's out of my usual area
of expertise.

Jesus, son, put it away!

Just thought you'd want to see a
sample. It's good stuff, he reckons.

Alright, Mick, we believe you.

How much of this have you got,
exactly?

Uh... there's about 140 kilos.

140 kilos?

Yeah, give or take a K.
You know, scales aren't great. Yeah.

I think I may be able
to raise that deposit.

Here's to you, Bob.

The Australian legal system.

And to our learned
Chief Magistrate Murray Farquhar

who makes sure that justice
gets done, eventually.

Comes with the job, George.

From first to last,
this was a case of persecution

and I will not abide that
in my court.

Cheers.
I'll drink to that.

Cheers.
Sorry, Bob. Bottle's empty.

I know you've gotta head
off soon, but I made us some lunch.

Hey, Ally, I go for two weeks.
I don't give a fuck about lunch.

♪ Standing by herself

♪ Never had the nerve
to take a chance

♪ So let the little girl dance

♪ Let the little girl dance

♪ She never danced before

♪ So let her on the floor

♪ Let the little girl dance

♪ Let the little girl dance

♪ She wants to give it a try... ♪

♪ So let the little girl by... ♪

Ignore it.
No.

We can't, we can't.

♪ Standing by herself

♪ Now she's got the nerve
to take the chance

♪ So let the little girl dance. ♪

Come in.
G'day, Tel.

Ally.

This is Aussie Bob.

We've already met.

Oh, thanks.

Lovely meal, Allison. I'm supposed
to be dieting but that made it hard.

Terry, maybe we should get going.
Your flight leaves at 4:00.

We have to discuss
some business first.

Ally, I've decided
to sell the Australian end

of the organisation to Bob.

From now on,
you'll be working for him.

Working WITH me, actually.

I... I don't understand.

Well, Bob will need someone
to show him the ropes.

I'll be guaranteeing supply from Asia
and coming back from time to time,

but no-one knows the day-to-day
workings better than you.

Bob will decide where he needs you.
Oh, Christ! Excuse me, people.

I've got to point Percy.

I don't get much notice these days.

Jeez!

What's with the surprise?

I thought you were
winding things up.

I didn't say winding things up.

I said restructuring.

And I'm left working for Bob?
Temporarily, Ally.

And later?
Bob decides where he needs me?

The deal is dependent on him
laying down a sum of money.

If and when I get that money,
I'll come back for you.

Ally.

You really think I could turn
my back on you?

♪ And, buddy, can't you see

♪ She wants to dance with me? ♪

I've got a flight to catch.

♪ Little wallflower... ♪

I'II... I'll take you to the airport.

No. I'll do it.

♪ Never had the nerve
to take a chance

♪ Let the little girl dance

♪ Let the little girl dance. ♪

JACQUl: In the years to come,

Michael Hurley would emerge as one
of the leaders of the east coast milieu.

But at the moment,
he was a fast-talking young man

who thought he could play
the big boys off against each other

and keep the biggest cut for himself,

which just wasn't how the game
was played in New South Wales.

Shit.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you the owner of this vehicle?

I might be.

If you were, would you object to us
having a look in the back?

You'll need a warrant for that.

A warrant? Mate, you've been
watching too many Yank TV shows.

Smell that, mate.

JACQUl: Michael's misfortune
was also Bob's.

His plan for a quick payday
was fucked.

150 kilos of marijuana

makes this a very serious,
indictable offence, Michael.

It's called trafficking.

I didn't even know
the gear was there,

so it couldn't be trafficking,
could it?

So what you're saying,
you were just standing there,

taking in the sights,

completely unaware that
you had 150 kilograms of cannabis

in the back of your van?

Well, someone
must have put it there.

Like playing a trick on me
or something.

Have you got any idea
what you're looking at

if you maintain this attitude,
Michael?

15 years in prison.
15 of the best years of your life.

Of course, you know, if you want
to help me out, name your buyer,

then we could talk about
some big sentence reductions.

Remember, Michael, these blokes
were happy to make all the money

while you took all the risks.

Is that fair?

Your involvement in this comes to me
as a complete surprise.

Well, I decided against
the full-page ad this time.

As far as we knew, Bob,
Hurley was fair game, alright?

A young dickhead
with his head up his arse,

if I'd known that you were the buyer...

I'm getting mixed messages here.

Bob, he was shopping
his gear all around town

trying to get the best price.

And one of his potential buyers

didn't take too well
to being rejected.

So he gave you a call.

Look, I'm sure that this situation
can be all sort of cleared up.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me
you were talking to other buyers?!

I was just making inquiries.
Yeah, well, I've made inquiries.

Blokes you've talked to, it's like
a who's who list of Sydney villains.

Well, they're a bunch
of tight-arses.

Those tight-arses flush turds
like you every day

and they don't even bother
to wash their hands!

I don't fucking need this because
I am mates with George Freeman.

You're his fucking plumber!

I might be a plumber, but I'm not
rolling over and doing 15 years!

Fine!

Now you want me to get you
out of the shit you're in,

you show me some respect.

Maybe I'll look after myself
instead.

Sorry?

See, the Prosecutor's
offered me a deal.

All I have to do
is name names and testify.

You watch that.

I'm about to get married
next month, Bob,

and there is no way that I'm wasting
the best years of my life

just to look after
a dodgy bloody fucking eyetie!

There is a rumour that they're
going to dismantle us altogether

and split our responsibilities
between ASIO and Customs.

They don't understand
the problem we're tackling.

The last thing we want is for him
to think that we're bullying him.

Well, the squeaky wheel
gets the grease, Colin.

Sometimes a squeaky wheel
gets removed

and replaced with a quiet one.

Now their strategy
is to present a small target.

It might be a bit late for that.

I already sent in my file
with the Freeman material.

He's here. He's coming in now.

Prime Minister, welcome.

This is my number two,
Inspector Dave Priest.

Sir.

Can we offer you anything?
Coffee or tea?

Uh, no drinks. I've got exactly five
minutes. We've got a lot to cover.

Requests for additional funding
are not usually accompanied

by such a comprehensive document.

Of course, Prime Minister,
but this is a very complex matter.

Is it the full picture?

Mr Prime Minister.

We're a small organisation and
we've only been on this a short time.

The things in that file, you need
to think of them as an iceberg.

We've only uncovered the tip.

If you don't like
what you see there,

I can promise you the real picture

is 10 times, 50 times,
100 times worse.

But if we're going
to do anything about that,

it's going to take time.

And it's going to take money.

Fine. How much do you need?

How bad is it?

He wants to cut a deal.
Says he's happy to name names.

Does he know any names?

Bob. There's a fair few of us around.

I might have given him
my business card when we first met.

Well, next time you might as well
drop in your CV

and a few mug shots as well.

This, uh...
This reduces your options.

So do we have to, you know,
shut him up?

Quick Draw Paltos here thinks
we should knock him.

You wanna pull the trigger, Nick?

The cops are all over this now.
They expect to make some money.

I can't see them agreeing to
a strategy that involves zero profit.

So what? We're fucked?

I can't go to prison.

You got a result from Judge Farquhar
when Freeman had his problems...

Murray Farquhar's a Chief Magistrate.
He's not a judge.

Look, I don't care if he's
the Grand Poobah of Albania

as long as he can sort this out.

Well, he's also retiring.

Even if he can help,
it's going to be harder to organise

and more costly.

You'll have to downgrade it
from an indictable offence

to a summary offence.

150 kilos. Summary.
Bit of a stretch.

It would help if
the police prosecutor was onside.

If he asked for a downgrade.

Normally my forte.

The bloke who's handling this
is some sort of a crusader.

If you could have a quiet word
to the Commissioner.

I'll do it,

but it's going to take a lot more
than a quiet word.

I assume there'll be a few blokes
who'll want a drink there too.

Let's hope the person who's paying
for this has got deep pockets, eh?

We operate
in an imperfect system,

but that's where compromise
and discretion come into play.

There's a question mark over the
quality of the material we seized.

I'd like to use that.

Well, perhaps you could have a word
to someone at the analytical labs.

The police prosecutor

would also need some direction.

Still, for me to go out

on a limb here
is a bit of a big ask.

The laws of natural justice dictate
that you are compensated for that.

Beautiful day.

Lovely, Murray.

What have you got there?
What's that, mate?

I mean, they haven't
identified them yet.

At least according to the papers.

But when I read "young couple
found buried in Victoria",

it did make me wonder.

It can't be them.

I already told you, the Wilsons
went through a meat mincer.

Fine. It's no problem, then.

I just thought I should ask.

Hey, Andy.

Where's Lord Marty?

It appears he's gone bush.

What?

He knew I was coming.

Aye.

Darling.

That's why he's asked me
to give you this.

What the fuck's that?!

Oh, it's a present.

For your birthday.

My fucking birthday was a month ago.

What the fuck has my birthday
got to do with anything?!

He's holding my money
and I haven't seen the goods yet.

Well, that's where he's gone.

To source the gear
that he still owes you.

Why couldn't he tell me that
to my face?

I'm going to be honest
with you, Tel.

I reckon he shot through on purpose.

I mean, I think he might
be trying to avoid you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll kill the shit bag. No bodies.

I said no bodies.
That's all I asked.

Is that so much to ask?
What can I say? He fucked up.

I had important business in Sydney.

Now because of this... Oh, Jesus!
I called him again.

Enough phone calls!

If these two turned up,
other things could turn up.

Other jobs this stronzo did.

If Mackay turns up...
It's been years.

If Don Mackay turns up,
we are all fucked.

Our friends in Griffith
will not be pleased.

Are we sure it's the Wilsons?

Who do you think it is?
Donny and Marie?

You said they were going
through a meat mincer.

I need to talk to this Fred now!

George, thanks for coming.

This is my associate Bob Jones.

Pleased to meet you, Bob.

I'm, uh... here to ask you a favour,
George. I need to talk to Fred.

Well, the idea of a middle man
is to keep distance.

The way I understood it,
we were never even going to meet.

The way I understood it, the bodies
were never supposed to turn up.

So I guess we're both disappointed.

Look, I agreed to meet you
so there wouldn't be any bad blood,

but I've done all I can,
end of story.

How much do you know
about me, George?

Bugger-all, Bob.

Well, you know that I've had
at least three people killed.

Now, if I knew that much
about a bloke,

I'd think carefully
when he asked me for a favour.

G'day.

That little prick.

Making threats.

Talking like he's going to have me
knocked off or something.

Er, Bob Jones, you reckon?

Yeah, but that'll be bullshit.

Now, if the rumours I heard
are right,

the bloke who fronted the money
was Italian.

Right. You tell him I'll meet him.

This how you woo
all your new recruits?

No.

Some get tuna. Others, chicken.

For you, I figured roast beef.

So have you thought about my offer?

I joined the police
because I wanted to catch bad guys.

Now you take the piss
out of Messina,

but he's put away more villains
than any cop I know.

With you lot, I don't see many wins.

No offence.

The guys we're chasing...
it's not so simple.

We'll get them. We've got
to find new ways of spinning it.

It hasn't been announced yet,

but we're about to get
a massive cash injection.

That'll mean cars, gizmos.

But what we need most
is flash people.

This was in the male
victim's back pocket.

A speeding ticket issued in...

...Tarcutta at 2:35pm on the 13th.

Less than 12 hours before they were
killed, driving down from Sydney.

It was a Victorian rego.

We've talked to the issuing officer?

He remembers them. Nothing unusual,
except there was a dog in the car.

But no dog at the burial site.

Driver's licence
was issued in New South.

We've done a residential
check on the address

and it seems no-one of that name
ever lived there.

Hmm. Assuming Andrew Vincent
actually exists.

Worth talking to the boys in Sydney?

I think we'll keep this one
close to our chests.

Alright, we're looking for the car
and any means of identification.

Sir...

...I want... I wanted
to tell you something.

I've been offered a job.

By Inspector Priest.

Did you take it?

Not yet.

Your Worship,
I've been directed by my superior

that, given the analyst's certificate,

you may feel disposed to deal
with this matter here, summarily.

Yes. It appears that the THC content
of the material tested is under 3%.

Well, that is true of the samples
that were tested.

And yet the cannabis has been valued
by the police at $1.5 million.

Seems highly exorbitant.

The issue is what the material
might have fetched on the streets.

But, of course,
Your Worship understands that.

I think that in fairness
to the defendant,

we're obliged to strike out
this value of $1.5 million.

Perhaps I'll write "of some value"
in here instead.

Given this revision,
I think it's appropriate

that I follow your suggestion,
Mr Crawford,

and dispense with this here
as a summary matter.

JACQUl: Michael Hurley
was convicted,

but given a good behaviour bond
and walked free.

And Murray Farquhar
retired the next day.

Mate, I like the way you cops work!

These two gentlemen will drive you
straight to the airport.

Hey?

Here, you have a ticket. One way
direct flight to the Philippines.

From there,
you can look after yourself.

What? No.
I haven't seen my fiancée yet.

Take my advice - you've costed a lot
of people a bloody lot of money.

Piss off until things cool down.

Let's go, mate.

Uh... yep?

It's George.

Your middle man.

I spoke to Fred.

He's willing to talk.

Now?

In an hour.

You know Nappy's two-up school
in North Melbourne?

He'll be alone.

You should be too.

You're not setting me up,
are you, George?

Believe me, Fred's old school.

He says he'll be alone,
he'll be alone.

Hello?

Now you put that thing down

and step back.

If you ever point a gun
at one of my dogs again,

I'll take it off ya
and stick it up your arse.

What sort of fucking idiot
brings a dog to a meet like this?!

He's sick! What do you want me
to do? Leave him home alone?!

Fine! He's sick.

You ring my wife? You yell at her?

Tizzoni called her.

Who does he answer to?

Yeah, see, you blokes,

you think you can use me up
and then throw me away.

Well, I worked my arse off.

I got a sore shoulder. I get spasms.
I got a really bad throat.

Huh? You blokes want miracles.

No. All I wanted was for the bodies
to disappear. That's all.

So what did you have against
those poor bastards?

Just trying to help a mate.

Helping mates has caused me
more drama

than sheilas and cops put together.

Let's forget about the fucking
Wilsons. What's done is done.

I'm just interested in Mackay.

I need to be sure
that Mackay's never gonna turn up.

The only way anyone will find out
where that body is... is if I talk.

So you and your mates,
you stay off my toes.

We got a deal?

Come on.

It'd been in the pound all along,
abandoned at the airport.

Hmm.

It was left there
36 hours after they died.

Oh, we found this
under the front seat.

It's from a Sydney-side gallery.

Invite to an art opening.

Addressed to Robert Douglas Wilson.

Looks like he could be a Kiwi
and he could be the dead male.

Let me know when you hear.

Um... sir, I've already handed
the file over. Today's my last day.

Ah, yes, that's right.

Right... right away, sir.

I might not see you again

and I... I just wanted
to say that, uh...

...it's been an honour
to work with you, sir.

JACQUl: Mum always had misgivings
about leaving Joe Messina,

but the Commonwealth Police
were armed with much more than guns.

They had money, American technology

and the first Australian
police force computer.

They were beginning the real fight
against organised crime.

You're back! Might have told me.

There's that much needs doing here,
it's not funny.

I'm not laughing.

We've got to get with it, Bob.

The music we're playing here,
it's depressing.

It's nearly 1980.

Oh, and you got a call... from
a Terry that didn't sound happy.

"Are we on
or do I look somewhere else? "

You understand that?

Love, I've been running round
like a headless chook

just about pissing myself,
eating lettuce for lunch and dinner.

Finally, I'm home and here
you are giving me a hard time

about the bloody restaurant!

Ohhh!

My poor old teddy bear.

Oh.

Cheer up, hey?

This music thing, it's no problem.

We can do Italian type stuff
if you like.

It's just a matter about finding
something a bit more original.

JACQUl: By now,
Bob was left with two choices -

he either had to say goodbye

to Terry's guaranteed supply
of heroin from Asia

and see it go to someone else...

...or he could take his life
in his hands, return to the padrini,

confess he'd been doing, well,
a few small trial runs in hard drugs...

...and present them
with a business plan

they'd hopefully find irresistible.

♪... be seen around

♪ I just want to spend the night
with you

♪ I just want to do it right
with you

♪ I just want to spend the night
with you

♪ There's nothing
I would rather do... ♪

Hello?
G'day, Tel.

I'm happy to say I'll be transferring
the full 10% deposit

to your account immediately.

That might make up for the fact
that you dropped me right in the shit.

This Fred, he was your guy!

Let's just remember
I was helping you out.

This Wilson thing,
it wasn't my problem.

What was with the bloody
meat grinder bullshit?

You gotta admit,
it's a bloody good story.

Could be tricky here for you, though,
mate, now they've been identified.

Alright, I'll call you
when I've made some plans.

Look after yourself, mate.

You too, Terry.

You too.

JACQUl: Terry Clark had pulled off
the deal of a lifetime.

But he was only just realising
what it might have cost him.

G'day, love.
Hi.

Kay, isn't it?
Yeah, hey.

So, you ready to go here?

I'll get us some coffee.

How have you been?

Not easy this business
with Terry, eh?

It's fine.

Terry goes away all the time.
Yeah, not like this.

What do you mean?

You didn't hear?

Oh, sorry, love.
I... I assumed you knew.

That Wilsons thing - it blew up.

Terry shot through for good.

JACQUl: It happens to every empire.

They all rise and fall.

They all have a defining moment -

a moment where something changes
and the tide turns forever.