All language subtitles for S02E08 - Diamonds-eng(1)

Mr Clark, I'm Karen Soich.

As far as the legalities go,
I'm happy to follow your advice,

whatever it is.

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

You're the only person I trust.

Will you help me?
Of course!

Are you offering to sell me
your heroin supply network?

No. Just Australia and New Zealand.
I keep Europe and the US.

It does come with some liabilities.
The Wilsons are sorted.

Aren't they?

Roger, what have you got there?

Loose ends could finish us!

Doesn't look like
coming back to Oz is an option.

Not for a while, mate.

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

What do you mean?
Terry's shot through for good.

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d It's a jungle out there

d It's a jungle out there

d It's a jungle out there. d

d Looking counter-clockwise

d Knowing what could happen

d Any moment maybe you

d Maybe even you

d Steadfast collapse

d Always certain any moment... d

Watch it. Oh!

d Maybe you, maybe even you

d Recline complete dream too sweet

d I can't do it, not with you

d Not even with you

d I'd sell my soul

d For total control

d Yeah, I'd sell my soul

d For total control

d Ooh, I'd sell my soul

d For total control

d Oh, woah-oh. d

Kay just got back from Singapore
with another five or six kilos.

Just keep it coming, Allison.
Demand on the street's insatiable.

Christ knows who's buying it all.

That other girl heading off next?
Yeah, tomorrow.

Her name's Joyce.
She's a friend of Kay's.

She just wanted to see
Kay do it safely first.

There's money in there
for all of you.

Should keep everyone happy.

Pull my finger.

Sorry, love,
country manners.

Ooh, better out than in, though, eh?

Enjoy the delights
of me establishment, ladies.

Thanks, Bob.

JACQUl: As soon as the bodies
of Doug and Isabel Wilson

were positively identified,

it became clear that while their murders
had happened in Victoria,

the investigation
had to begin in NSW.

This could only happen through
the Victorian Major Crimes Squad

joining the Australian Commonwealth
cops in a joint police group,

enabling the newly formed team
to cross State boundaries.

OK, let's get to work. Where's that tape
I keep on hearing about?

He gets this information.

He pays people and he kills anyone
who compromises his operation.

You think I don't want to.

Look, he knows everything, OK?

He's got guys inside
the NSW Police Department,

a few in the
Federal Narcotics Bureau.

I fucking dream about getting
this shit off my conscience.

...some really high up.

He's, like, 10 steps...

Where's the local branch of
the Federal Narcotics Bureau?

And what's the point of seeing them?

We're investigating a double murder

that occurred because of a leak
in their organisation!

Or at least I think we are.

Please tell me we're not just
sitting around here

whingeing about
something we can't do.

We're not doing that, are we?
I hope not.

I just don't believe in setting
unachievable goals, Joe.

I can be very persuasive, Dave.

So you'll be OK from here?
Yeah.

Have a good trip, eh?
See you in a couple of days.

Thanks.
Say hi to Marty.

Do not let him get you drunk,
otherwise you'll come back pregnant.

So you'll have the six grand
as soon as I get back, yeah?

The second you land.

Wish me luck.
Hey, you do not need it, Joycie.

Right, let's hit the town, girl.

We are gonna get you a new outfit,

and remember
what a good time is, OK?

d Take a long line

d Take a long line

d Take a long line... d

If you can't manage 10,
how about 5?

5? I'm feeling lucky tonight.

I can sense that things are
feeling good for me...

OK, OK. OK, Nick, OK.

Five it is, alright?
Thanks, George.

Consider the next 600 consultations
on the house, alright?

You're too generous, George,
that's your problem.

Who said I've got a problem?
You can't say no to anybody.

Yes, I can.

Nick's Nick. He's not just anybody.

100 bucks.

No matter what sort of desperate
bastard wants a hand next,

you'll give it to him.

Done.

Mr Freeman?

Did we shake?
Oh, we shook.

When do I get my hundred?
I haven't said 'yes'.

What's the problem, sweetheart?
How can I help you?

Well, I'm Mick Hurley's girlfriend.

I am mates with George Freeman!
You're his fucking plumber!

He said if I needed help
I should talk to you.

Hey, Nat, what the hell you doing?

Been out all day,
you haven't come home.

Jo, we're having a conversation.
You piss off, Freeman.

And you come home now.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
You wanna go? Let's go.

Thank you, Barry.

You and Lennie take this young lady
to the car. I'll be out in a sec.

So what's this young girl to you, Jo?
She's my fucking step-daughter.

She just asked me for protection.
Know why that would be?

'Cause she's a lazy slut and there's
things she's gotta do at home.

I'm going straight over
to your joint, Freeman.

I'm gonna pick her up.
I don't give a shit...

You pay attention, Muller.

You come anywhere near my place

and I'll block up your arse
and make you shit through your navel.

Little shit!

Come on! Yes!
Whoa-oh!

My feet are so sore!
Oh, same.

I wonder what
Terry's doing right now.

No, you are not allowed
to think about him.

I can't help it!

Yes, you can.
No, I can't.

Look, honey, he's gone.

He's a rat, OK? Forget him.

What is it about him, anyway?

You know, a few weeks ago
you were terrified of him.

And it can't just be
the sex, can it?

Well, he was... you know.
No! What?!

Bullshit.

Oh, seriously?

Fucking hell!

These are special moments.
No, crap. It's therapeutic.

And details are necessary.
What for?

Well, how else are you gonna get
over him? We're gonna talk about it.

So?

Being with Terry was the most
beautiful experience I'll ever have.

Wow.

Can't help.

Sorry.

Can't or won't?

Well, I've checked with my superiors

and for security reasons we can't allow
you access to the case files.

What are you hiding, son?
Nothin'.

Nothing?

So for security reasons you won't let us
investigate a lack of security?

We never said it was
a lack of security.

What, then?

You had in your possession

an interview with
one of Clark's associates

where he said point blank
that Clark was getting information

from someone within this agency.

That's an unsubstantiated allegation.

He's got a bullet
in the heart now, Jack.

It's not THAT unsubstantiated.

Is that all?

Fucking Commonwealth
fucking dickheads.

Some spaced-out fucking junkie
says that we're bent

and everyone fucking believes him.

Well, that junkie also said

Clark killed some prick
outside Port Macquarie, remember?

And bugger me stupid, we go find
a body outside Port Macquarie.

The one without the hands.

It did, unfortunately, lend his story
a degree of credibility.

Well, if we're gonna get ourselves
out of the gun sights,

then we're gonna have to
start locking these people up.

That's the best answer.

No-one can accuse us
of being on the take

if we're actually busting people,
can they?

Of course to make it look good, it's
gonna have to be a real crackdown,

at least for a while.

The problem is

most of these bastards can be found
in places like this.

Could be a bit embarrassing.

So what do you wanna set up -
an early warning system?

That's not a bad idea.
No. No, no.

Mate, if you're cracking down
for a few months, we should too.

Dennis...
It's OK, relax.

OK?

So you do what you gotta do
and we'll work around ya.

Alright?

Wha...

This could work out very well for us
if we play our cards right.

It's a temporary issue, George.

With the narcs having to
play by the book,

we'll have to follow suit
for a while.

500 bucks on the longest drive.

We don't have to bet
on every shot, do we?

Gotta keep the game
interesting, Dennis.

OK, OK.

So...

...you're telling me you wanna
close down a few of my casinos.

Is that right?
Is that what you're saying?

Have to, I'm afraid.

Careful how you address the ball there,
Trevor.

Well, I hope this lad's
on a good salary, Dennis.

17 holes after this one.

I'll give you the word

when it's clear to reopen
your establishments, OK?

How many casinos are you
looking at closing down?

Three or four, maybe.
Enough to get some good press.

Fuck!

You notice how much bigger
the whole picture is?

Well, how do we find out what the
Narcotics Bureau won't tell us?

Surveillance? Covert break-in?

Sounds like a risky shortcut.

Oh, there is such a thing
as being too honest, Inspector,

especially when you're dealing
with not-honest people.

Philip Perkins -
passport check showed that

he left for Singapore
four weeks ago.

I found the passport
application form.

It's an alias for Clark, isn't it?

He checked out of Raffles
last Tuesday

but there's no record
of him leaving Singapore.

So he left on another passport?

Who else is in this organisation?

Well, according to Doug Wilson,
there's also a bloke in Asia,

another Kiwi who is the link

to the heroin factories
in the Golden Triangle.

He sources the stuff,
Clark gets it into Australia

and maybe elsewhere, who knows?

Well, then, how does Terry Clark
get it out onto the street?

What time was she due to arrive?
Two hours ago.

And she called me from Singapore -

she was at the airport
about to board.

Well, it's probably been delayed
or something.

What did they say?

She got in early
and... she was definitely on-board.

Well, is there anything else
they said?

Yeah, she hasn't made it
through Customs.

What, when everyone else
from that flight has?

Yes!
Oh, shit, they've picked her up!

Maybe. We can't be sure yet.

What does she know?
She knows Kay and I.

Would she talk?
I don't know.

OK, you two, go home,
pack, get out of there.

Go to a motel, somewhere
you've never been before,

and call me at the restaurant tonight.

Well, go!

Hello.
Terry? Bob.

One of our girls has
just been picked up.

Terry?
Yeah, I heard.

Who was it?
Oh, Joyce someone.

Some girl Allison and Kay roped in.

Does she know to shut up?
Brian's gonna find out.

OK. Keep me in the loop. Don't worry
about the time difference.

d You dumped me good, girl,
out of sight

d I gotta hold my feelings in my face
I hope to get my feelings right

d Tonight's the night

d I guess I suddenly feel detached

d Girl, if you took me back

d I know that I would make you feel
without a scratch

d Hey, there's a catch

d I'm gonna kill you

d I'm gonna kill you dead

d I had a strategy, made a move

d Oh, but you screamed so loud

d I don't know how you think that
someone's saving you

d There ain't no use... d

Bedroom.

d I'm gonna kill you

d I'm gonna kill you dead... d

You're Allison, right?

Where's Terry?

Shot through, huh?

Big, tough Terry Clark's run off
and left his women to take the rap.

That's nice of him.

Do you know Joyce Allez?
Yes. She's a friend of Kay's.

Were you aware of the purpose
of her trip to Singapore?

No.

And yet you dropped her
at the airport.

Have you been to Singapore lately?
About six months ago, maybe.

Why?
Shopping.

And what about Kay?
Has she been to Singapore lately?

Maybe. I can't remember.

But it was only last week.

You picked her up, with Joyce.

The money that Kay had,
was some of that meant for Joyce?

I don't know.

Well, how are you gonna pay her?

Pay her? For what?

Why were you both packed up?
We were going on a road trip.

So, you're here
in Terry Clark's house.

He was named by Doug Wilson as
the big boy of the Aussie heroin trade.

And the girl we just picked up says
that you drove her to the airport.

Now, call it a wild stab
in the fucking dark,

but I'm guessing you've smuggled in

over 100 kilos of smack
over the last year or two,

and now you're conning other girls
into helping you do the same.

That's who you are, isn't it?

Allison Dine...

If I took you to meet the family
of any addict in the country,

they'd spit in your face right now.

They'd call you the worst sort of
filthy piece of shit there is.

And they wouldn't care
how pretty you are.

What have we got?
Nothing.

What do you mean?

Laundry?

Garage?

Must've had time to clean it all up.

Terry.

What's wrong?
It'll be fine.

You... coming back to bed?

I'm wide awake.

Terry, please.

I need something.

I've earnt something, haven't I?

I'll go.

He's my...
I said I'll go.

Everyone else gone?
Yep, it's just us.

Thanks for leaving it so tidy.

You go ahead, mate.
I'll see you back at the office.

Hiding anything in there, are we?

Hey? A few tablets, maybe?
A foil of coke, huh?

You are so fucking lucky, princess.

Girls like you go missing every day
of the week and nobody gives a shit.

Ahh!

But we need a big bust.

"Aussie narc agent captures
evil Kiwi drug queen. "

How would your mum and dad
like reading that, huh?

Well, they will be, sweetheart,

'cause you'll be doing 20 years hard
in a cell full of dykes

before you can say 'Rotorua'.

And it couldn't happen
to a nicer drug-runner.

Evening, officers.

Got time to hear a complaint from
a hard-working commission agent?

George, I know I only said
two or three...

12, Detective Sergeant, 12!

I control 12 casinos in this town

and you've closed down
every bloody one of them.

12?
12.

You get a cut from the one
the Chows run in Chatswood too?

Nothing stays open in this town
unless Lennie and I say so, Dennis.

OK, relax.
It won't be forever.

The narcs are on a big crackdown.

It's in everyone's best interests
to work with them.

At the moment it makes us
all look...

It is not in my best interests.

Yeah, but it will be
in the long run.

I'm not interested in going broke
so as you and the narcs can protect

your little kickbacks
from the drug profits, Dennis.

They're not little, George.

So you stay calm, relax,
you'll be sweet.

And, Dennis, Jack Nicklaus here

owes me $1,500, yeah.

I'm not looking for it tomorrow
but I'm not forgetting either.

A bet's a bet.

Hey, he's not serious, is he?
It was a game of golf.

Think he is, Trev.

That's more than four weeks pay.

Dip into your sandwich money.
You haven't spent it all, have you?

Spent any of it?
No, I haven't had to yet.

So it's a good thing we've been looking
after you, yeah?

Look, Kay, if you talk to us now...

...tell us everything you know...

...we won't come after you.

But if you keep stonewalling us...

...all bets are off.

What do you know about
Terry Clark and Allison Dine?

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Hey, Jarrod.

How are you doing?

Where you two been?
Booking flights back to New Zealand.

Back to my mum, my dad
and my brother.

Yeah, it's coming off.

Didn't you think this was something
you should talk about with me?

And what were you gonna say, Terry?

Jarrod can stay with me.

Can't you, little mate?

You see him for a couple of hours
a day, Terry.

I put him to bed, I feed him,

I take him to the doctor's,
I keep him happy.

He needs me.

Jarrod, can you go find that book
you and I were looking at?

You think you could do that for me?
In there.

Go on, yeah. Go on.

You sneaky bitch.

Since when did you think you could
make a decision like that without me?

I do everything without you.

That's bullshit.

I can't take it any more, Terry.

You don't talk to me,
you don't look at me.

You're either off at a meeting

or painting or wanking over
that lawyer slut.

I'll kill you, Maria.

If you take him away from me,
I'll kill you.

What do you think
that'll do to him, eh?

You say you love Jarrod?

Well, until you can feel
somebody else's pain,

you can't love anybody.

I have to go and pack.

Listen, why don't you go inside
and pick a movie or something,

go in there,
and I'll show this bloke out.

See you, darl.

What are we gonna do about
this casino situation?

Well, until we're in the clear,
we're just gonna have to explore

other ways to earn a crust,
I suppose.

This is all about drugs, isn't it?
Sort of.

According to Detective
Senior Sergeant Dennis Kelly,

CIB boys are just helping
the narc boys look nice and clean.

Why do they give a stuff?

They've suddenly developed a feeling of
brotherly love, have they?

You've gotta be kidding.
They don't give a stuff about the narcs.

Well, excuse me for not being able
to think like a bent CIB detective,

but what do they give a stuff about?

Well, think what's happening.

If a lot of syndicates get broken up
and couriers get arrested,

it's gonna create
a shortage of gear, yeah?

Which means the price
goes through the roof.

So what?

If it's just a temporary blitz,
then all that means

is bigger profits for
the new syndicates that step in

and take over from
the old syndicates breaking up.

If there's a whole lot
of new money in it now,

who do you think that
new syndicate's gonna be?

NSW Police.
Or parts thereof.

You can't be serious.

See, the problem
that we're facing, Lennie,

is that our revenue is steady.

The drug profits are doubling
every six months.

No, I'm too old to jump
into that caper, George.

We can't just ignore it, mate.

We're either gonna have to
join them or fight them.

No, we'll just stand over
the bastards.

Why change a winning formula?

Natalie.
Natalie.

Natalie!

I thought it was a lighter.

I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry,
I just...

I'll leave it to you, George.
Yeah, thanks, mate.

Bwrh!

Please, I...
No, no, it's OK.

Look, I'm not... I'm not angry.
It's alright. It's fine.

OK, sweetheart? I'm just happy
that you didn't shoot yourself.

Imagine trying to explain that
to Michael.

Come on.

Jeez, you're shaking like a leaf.
Are you alright, huh?

It's just an accident, it's fine.

Could have blown your head off.

Is this what Jo Muller
did to you, did he, huh,

every time you sneezed,
smack you around the chops?

Pretty much.

What else did he used to do to you?

Well, it's OK.
He won't bother you here, I promise you.

Come on. You're safe to stay here
for as long as you like.

It doesn't bother me.
You're more than welcome.

I don't have any other clothes.

Well, I can fix that.
You see that cabinet over there?

Just go over there, open the top
drawer. Go on. Over you go.

Open up, look inside.

There you go.
As much cash as you want.

Help yourself, hmm?

Just go shopping tomorrow and buy
all the clothes you want. Go on.

Take a big handful, Nat.

Look, there's cash all over
the place. I'm not gonna miss it.

This OK?

Sure it is, sweetheart.
Just take what you want to.

Come on, let's get some chocolate.

When I was... when I was
in Grafton jail -

I was just a kid, about 19, 20-

some of the floggings I used to cop
from the wardens then... boy!

There was... one day

where I answered them back.

And for the next... two months

they would come back every day

and beat the absolute Christ
out of me.

There was nothing I could do -

just hope and pray that each day
was gonna be the last.

Try these ones.

So all I'm saying, Natalie,
is that I know what it's like

to feel like
you're under the hammer, you know?

And feel like you've got nowhere to go,
you've got no escape,

that you know... what's gonna come,
what's gonna happen,

but you just feel like
there's nothing you can do about it.

You know, you feel like
you're trapped under a mountain,

that it's slowly squashing you and
it's even hard to breathe some days.

But you know
what I used to tell myself every day

when I was in that little concrete cell
with just one blanket?

Every day I used to say to myself,

"This is how diamonds are made -

"millions of years of pressure. "

But if you refuse to break...

...if you can just hang on somehow...

...then, eventually...

...when someone digs you up
and sets you free...

...you'll be a gem.

Tough...

...sparkling and beautiful.

I didn't say anything.

Oh!

Was that OK?

Fabulous.

Do you want me
to do something special?

Maybe later.

Are you gonna be OK
without the casinos?

Well, it's bloody inconvenient,
that's for sure,

but... I'll bounce back.

George Freeman always bounces back.

200 from home
and it's all Artanis.

Artanis by a length, then Twilight,
Joker's High made it, Gypsy Moth

and no sign of the favourite
as they come to the line now.

At 16 to 1, Artanis has the money.

Aussie Bob!

That's bullshit!

That's Freeman.

A 16 to 1 outsider jumps straight to
the lead and never gets headed off.

That's a fix if ever I saw one,
and I've bloody seen a few.

Christ, you stink.

It was a tough week, Bob.

Those narcs -

they've been going those girls of
yours something fierce, apparently.

Anyone talked?
No.

Brian!

Mick Hurley?!

G'day, Bob.

Jesus. When did you get back?
Today. Have you seen Freeman?

No.

I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard!

I... I-I trust him to look after
my girl while I'm away

and what does he do?

He goes and FUCKS HER!

That's shocking.

He...

Where is that dead prick?

Has anybody seen
that shithead Freeman?

How are the girls coping?
Have you heard?

Well, Bob...

...they're... they're young.

They're young, so they couldn't handle
the heat as good as me.

Obviously.

Jesus.

Fixing that race pissed a lot
of people off today, George.

You didn't tell anyone
you had a trier.

Commissioner wasn't on it.

None of us blokes were either.

What - you sent 12 bookies
to the wall.

I'd love to invite you
to a celebration of my good luck

with a drink
at one of my casinos, Dennis,

but, shit, they're all closed.

It's not funny, George.

No, it isn't.

Now, you must've pocketed
seven or eight million today.

You on it, Lenny?

I might've got a tip.

On top of all that,

you're threading the eye of the golden
doughnut with Hurley's girl.

A man's gotta have some form
of relaxation, Dennis.

Oh, and by the way...

1,500 bucks, son.

I haven't forgotten.

I'll flip you for it.

OK.

Heads.

You might wanna use
your own coin, son.

Tails.

Go again, Trevor.

You're gonna have to either pay me
or kill me, Trevor.

Yeah. I'm getting the picture.

Choose wisely.

I like that Trevor.

Think he's gonna be
a good fella for us.

I think you're right.

"Call if trouble.
Say 'Philip Perkins'."

What?
The name in Doug Wilson's diary.

"Call if trouble"?
Yeah.

G'day. John Aston and Associates.
Brian speaking.

I'm sorry, who's speaking?

Brian. Alexander.

So this isn't, um...

What are you?

Who, me?

No, I mean, what's the name
of the company again?

John Aston and Associates.
We're a law firm.

Oh.

Oh... oh, I'm sorry.
I've got the wrong number.

Problem?
Nah, nah. Don't think so.

Who is Frida Vaughan?

She's Jack Smith's wife.

This is your colleague
with the Federal Narcotics Bureau?

Yeah.

His wife wants us to open
a trust account in a false name

so we can invest $10,000 for her
in the bank?

Why the false name?

Didn't want to attract attention
from the Tax Department.

We're not exposed here, are we?

John, relax.

For fuck's sake,
we're not doing anything

everyone else isn't already doing.

Brian Alexander isn't just
any old law clerk.

Incidentally, he was the instructing
solicitor in the Hurley matter.

Meaning he's also buddies
with Murray Farquhar

and the bad boys in the NSW CIB, yes?

A reasonable assumption.

How is he an instructing solicitor
when he's only a law clerk?

Everyone just thinks
he has a law degree

so he pretends he does.

Jesus.

Philip Perkins?
Doesn't ring a bell with me.

Or Terry Clark. That's his real name.

Nope. Sorry.

Brian?

Can't remember him.

Well, your number is in Doug Wilson's
address book.

He's one of Terry's couriers.

He'd been told to call you
if he ever got into trouble.

Well, I've certainly never met him.

Or Terry Clark.

Or any of them.

Are you sure?

Do you wanna look through
a few files, check a few records?

I'm sure you don't remember everyone
who comes through here

and Clark is a common name.

OK, Joe. Point taken.

Do you mind checking for us?

No, no. Of course not.

Appreciate it.

Thank you.

And make sure it's a bloody good,
hard look you have, sunshine,

because I will get
to the bottom of this

no matter how many people
it involves.

If you have met this bloke,
you'd better tell us now.

Is that a threat?

My oath.

Thank you, gentlemen.

You'll be hearing from us in writing.

I'll have Jane see you out.

OK.

So we've found a weak point.

Have we ever.

JACQUl: On Anzac Day in 1979,

Australia's most famous
colourful racing identity

faced a situation
most of us would never survive.

But the golden rule in the underworld
is be strong.

Whatever the circumstances,

never surrender, never show fear,
never back off from anyone...

...even if they have
just shot you in the head.

Fuck off, you bastard!

FUCK OFF!

FUCK OFF!

Help!

Oh, Christ!

Ohhhh!

Help! HELP!

I wish you'd
called me earlier, Allison.

I'd have come immediately.
I didn't realise how bad you were.

It's been a tough week, eh?

Any chance of some grub?

Yeah, sure.

Look, I'm... I'm not here
because of the business.

I'm just worried
about you, that's all.

Weeks like this happen to me too.

Look, um,

when I shave,
the bloke I see in the mirror

is an overworked dad
with a slightly enlarged prostate

that's just trying
to do his best, that's all.

I mean,

what you should see is... is...

A filthy piece of shit.

No!
Yeah.

Sorry, but yeah.

Every parent of every addict
would look at me and spit in my face.

Oh, yeah, that'll just save them

from having to look at
their own kid, won't it?

Look, if their kid gets drunk,

they don't go round and blame the guy
who runs the bottle shop, do they?

If a drug's illegal,
it's the people that sell it

that are called the menace.

If it's legal,

it's the drug
that's called the menace.

Now, don't get sucked into thinking

the fashion of the day
makes you good or bad.

You know, you are
what you feel inside.

I mean, have... have you hurt anybody?

No.

You fell in love with a guy

and you wanted him to love you.

It's as simple as that.

Terry knows no-one said anything?

Yep.

He's got that from Brian, he's got it
from me and he's happy about it.

But you and I'll have to
go over there.

Sort out a few things face to face.

So you've got no worries
on that front, love.

None whatsoever.

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