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- I was the most notorious police informer

in Australian legal history.

I broke all the rules. I betrayed everyone.

One.

Friends and enemies.

Two ...

I had wealth, position, opportunity.

Three.

Why did I do it?

You're about to find out.

- Are you gonna do it?

- If you make me give evidence,

when people find out it's me-

- They won't find out.

- All my cases will come under scrutiny. Dozens of crims-

- Nicola- - Will go free.

- We'll make sure- - You'll be gone

and I'll be dead.

A bullet in my head.

- So are you gonna do it?

- Most people didn't feel sorry for me.

For my predicament.

Top of the list?

Carl Williams.

♪ I'm alone, you are gone ♪

- He was the first to sniff me out.

The first to suspect I was an informer.

But I didn't kill him. I didn't want anyone dead.

I didn't.

I was just like you, once.

I had ambition. I wanted to make my mark.

- Unfortunately for us ladies,

though they are impressive drinkers and talkers,

Sometimes we don't want talk, do we?

Though they are impressive drinkers and talkers,

most here are not as impressive in other ways.

And thus would not constitute a well-hung jury.

- You cannot write that!

- I already have.

- And once a worthy jury is chosen,

if the dancing frenzy-

- Police! Nobody move!

- And amount of alcohol consumed are any indication

of future legal acumen,

then those at the 1993 the Law Ball

will constitute an impressive addition

to our worthy profession.

- Oh my God!

Well done.

- Nicola Gobbo?

- Yeah? That's me.

- Could you come with us, please?

- They got me now, eh?

- What's going on?

- Is this your bedroom?

You a smoker?

You own this house?

- Paying off a mortgage.

- You're very young. How do you have money for that?

- My father died. He left me some.

Look, I didn't know anything about the-

- Doesn't change the facts.

A hundred grams of amphetamine.

Marijuana in traffickable amounts.

- Please. I'm studying to be a lawyer.

If I get charged...

I'm begging you. I don't like to beg.

Is there anything I can do?

- I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.

That's the law. If you own the house, you'll be charged.

- Unless you give us something else.

- I'll get a detective to take your statement.

- They still bothering you?

- Journos are following me everywhere.

- What a nightmare.

- Leave them open. My brush with the dark side, Em.

I'm notorious.

- Nic, what about your degree?

- It's okay. I'm getting a good behavior bond

with no conviction recorded.

Brian's getting the trafficking charge.

Well don't look at me like that. I didn't help them.

Are you kidding?

Never. Hate the bloody cops.

- Everyone always expected me

to go into the law.

A lot of my family had.

So I studied hard, put in the hours.

I left the past behind and just kept looking forward.

By the time I was admitted to the Bar,

the Melbourne gangland war was in full flight.

- Gangitano was shot several times

in his Templestowe home, just after 11 o'clock.

A murder investigation will not be easy.

- There are a number of persons of interest

in this case, and police say

there could be more than one killer.

- It had never been like this before.

I was working 24/7, sleeping three hours a night.

- I became one of the youngest

female barristers in Victorian history

and started working when no one expected,

representing any crim who'd have me.

A Czech bird breeder who smuggled parrot eggs in his dacks.

A rock spider who put cameras in kids' toilets.

And even a cop killer.

But not all my clients were cockroaches.

- Her husband was an enthusiastic drinker.

He beat this woman every day.

So Maria did what any woman might.

After 50 years of emotional and physical abuse,

she belted him, with a saucepan.

Flipped the marinara out and whack!

And I for one say good riddance.

- I was moving up, getting work,

getting known by crims.

And cops.

- I'll be right down, Detective.

Don't start.

- Listen, I'm your friend, Nic-

- Oh, Jesus.

- And I know that you think that I am a bit...

But you're gonna have to...

You cannot be a wild child forever.

- Oh, a wild child?

- I see you, Nic. I see you.

I see you with cops one day and clients the next

and it's pretty fucking off.

- Em, I'm sorry, I'm not making fun of you.

I know you're just looking out for me,

but lawyers are so boring.

This is just the start.

I have a lot further to go than this.

- And I did have a lot further to go.

All the way to Tony Mokbel.

He ran a $400 dollar drug ring, he had 30 cars,

a yacht, a horse stable and lots of shitty lawyers.

- You're kidding me, right?

- The car was unlocked?

- No, no, don't give me a fuckin' excuse. I told you, right?

- You know, the car was unlocked for 20 minutes.

I mean, I think you're actually in a really strong...

- And you couldn't get it done?

What's wrong with you blokes?

- I'll just be a tick.

Mister Mokbel.

Tony Mokbel?

You remember me?

I helped your brother Horty with his tax problem.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember you.

- And I couldn't help overhearing now

about your present difficulty.

You need some help, don't you?

- Starving kids need help, darling.

- Well, I don't know about them, but I can get you bail.

- I became Fat Tony's lawyer.

He got bail and I got famous. I had arrived.

- Thank you, thank you. Just a few words.

Her Honor stated, in her wisdom,

that Australians wouldn't tolerate the indefinite detention

of one of its citizens while cases of corrupt police

are still being decided.

So, she has granted bail with a surety

of one million dollars to Mister Antonios Sajih Mokbel!

What do you think I am, a junior shitkicker?

Yeah, I understand what you... Hang on a tick.

Nicola Gobbo. Yeah, no worries, I'll call you back in two.

Mate, mate!

I'm not looking for truth or justice,

just the best outcome for you.

Yeah, whatever you tell me, it never goes any further.

Meet me in my chambers in an hour and we can discuss things.

Okay?

Bloody muppet.

- Carl Williams.

The bogan from Broadmeadows.

Drug kingpin and baby-faced killer.

- Tony said we should meet.

He said you might be interested in my representation

using the same bail tactics I did for him.

And he said my fee wouldn't be a problem?

- Nope.

- Okay.

Well if you'll sign here, hiring me,

I'll get the paperwork from your previous lawyer

and when I'm up to speed, get you out of here in a few days.

How does that sound?

- Sweet.

- I'd better keep moving.

Another client's getting the shits.

- They don't see you coming, do they?

- Who doesn't?

- Everyone.

- How can they not see this?

- You distract 'em with that.

The hair, showing a little bit of titty.

Just like I distract 'em with the slouch back.

Untied runners, trackie-dacks.

Just another dickhead eating KFC.

Crumbs down me chest and a little bit of dribble.

No reason to worry about Carl.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

- I'm nothing like you, mate.

- I got Williams out of prison

within a week.

Not bad, eh?

Roberta jumped for joy as Carl went straight.

Straight for the throttle.

No one knew he was about to put

the gangland war into overdrive.

- Eat a bag of dicks, ya fuckheads!

- Carl's new-found freedom

made 2000 a memorable year.

As the bodies piled up...

- Without warning.

- I just got busier. I was everywhere.

- Underworld sources suggest the killing was linked

to a major shipment of drugs

which was stolen from the motel room

at the time of the shooting.

- Police believe they know the identity

of at least one of Mr Dibra's killers.

- Police believe Mark Moran's killer

was waiting as he arrived home at 8:30 last night.

The 36-year-old was given no chance

to escape the assassin's bullets.

- You're fuckin' kidding me.

- Paul Dale was a young Sergeant

in the Drug Squad.

He was good. Respected.

He got results.

- I don't trust you and you don't trust me, mate.

Get your gear off.

- I thought it was bullshit,

but Carl said his dealings with Dale were

a little different.

If anyone asked, Carl said he was paying Dale

to keep trouble away.

The money meant Carl wasn't a dog.

Dale swore this was all lies.

He could prove it. He never met Carl alone.

Never took money.

He only used Carl as a source.

- I knew Dale long before Carl ever did

and so, by now, all the planets had aligned.

- What is the difference between a lawyer and a liar?

- What?

- Pronunciation.

- Get stuffed!

- I knew Dale

and I knew Carl Williams and Tony Mokbel.

- What's the difference between a lawyer and a pit bull?

- What?

- Lipstick.

- All right. I got one.

How many cops does it take to throw a crim down the stairs?

- No idea.

- None. He fell!

- It was a mad time.

Cops will tell you they hung out with me

to get intel on the crims and crims'll say

they hung out to keep tabs on the cops.

And let me tell you, sometimes it was hard to know

who was playing who.

But I won't lie. I loved it.

I was at the center of it all. On top of the world.

Then it all started to go wrong,

and it started to go wrong here,

at Harp Road, Kew, with a small-time ecstasy dealer.

Terry Hodson was old school.

Love your family and never lag.

- All right!

- Look at that!

- Hey, who wants one? Nik, you want a little one?

I know you're breastfeeding, love. Do you want one?

- Dad!

- I was only joking! Hey, what's for tea?

Is that- - You just ate it.

- Oh, get flocked.

- Oi, no wearing in from of Dylan. I told you that.

- I said flocked. It's not swearing, you silly clunt!

- Dad, get out. You're gonna drop it.

- Oh, gimme that. Here, gimme that, come here.

- Ooh gosh! Be careful.

- I will. Come on.

I never dropped you once, did I?

Except that time when you fell on your...

Oh hello, my little villain.

Look at you. I could eat you up.

- Oh, don't hurt him, Tez.

- I'm not gonna hurt him, I'm just gonna eat him up.

I know. Turn the music down.

Get me Roscoe.

- Ter.

- It's all right, love.

- Terry?

Terry!

Terry!

Fuck man, it's Rod.

- It's Rod, it's all right.

- Come on!

- Rod, mate. Hey!

Come on, come in. Quick.

- I've been banging on your fuckin'...

Hey, don't put the camera on me, Christine. Come on!

- I wasn't!

- Hey, no swearing. We've got bubs here, all right?

- Get fucked, and put the bloody gun away, all right?

- Molly, Rosie, shut it!

- Fuck! What a hellhole.

Fuck, you carrying or what?

- Yeah mate, always carrying.

- About bloody time.

- Have a look at my grandson. He's just like me.

He's handsome, isn't he? Say hello.

Here he is.

- So, you got eccie?

- Got lemons.

- Oh yeah, and you can suck them.

Good ones?

- Yin and Yang, mate. Yin and Yang.

There we go. All right?

- Oh, look after it.

- Right, turn the music back up. Let's party, clunts!

- You had these before?

- Beg your pardon? Have I had what before?

- Fuckin' Yin-Yangs.

- You been fuckin' slack or something?

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

- I was told Andy wanted a share

of Terry's pill business.

So without telling his Dad,

he started selling pills on the side.

But he wasn't as good at it as Terry.

♪ Watch out your mummy's eyes ♪

- Get off! Police brutality!

Oh, you're breaking my arm!

♪ Boys are in a queue ♪

♪ It's time for the Sunshine Drive ♪

♪ First stop - frozen tequila ♪

♪ Second stop - Melbourne Bitter ♪

♪ Third stop - cowboy cocksucker ♪

♪ Gabba gabba hey Kat ♪

- What, you're quitting? But you-

- I'm not, I'm not quitting.

I'm just, I'm taking a break.

Plus Neil wants to have kids, and so do I.

And don't you want to have kids?

- Are you kidding?

Me? Maybe one day far away,

but now, I'd be the worst mother...

Wait. Are you pregnant?

- No. No!

Not yet.

I just need a break, Nic.

Being around all those men, I...

The lawyers, the crims.

Looking at us like we're some kind of novelty.

I mean, don't you find it-

- No.

I want them to look at me.

I use it. And then-

I outwork them.

I slap on a face and act like I belong.

And by acting it, well sometimes just by acting it,

I make it true.

Go away.

And after a while, it isn't an act anymore.

I belong and they need me and I'm in control.

If I waited to be accepted by them I-

What the fuck?

- How many times you gonna let this fuckin' phone ring?

- Tones, I'm sorry.

I'm busy at the moment.

- Well get unbusy. Got a friend who needs your help.

- Yeah, I can't I-

- It's not a request.

Don't get your panties in a knot, all right?

When did you turn down work?

Nic, I need you there.

- Okay.

- Tony Mokbel?

- Emma, don't.

- This arrest would change everything.

Ruin the careers of a dozen people

and finally lead to murder.

- You got my Andy with that?

Well, I didn't give it to him.

I mean, what sort of Dad do you think I am?

- Now that's a question.

- My kids are looking at real time.

Is there, ah, anything that can be done?

I don't lag.

- No, of course not.

But if you did, it'd be your best shot

of keeping your kids out of jail.

As long as you give us good information, sweet for everyone.

- Always prided myself on being staunch.

- We all gotta adapt.

- Look, you can't...

You cannot let my kids know, all right?

- Hey, only me and my boss will know about you. That's it.

- Look, if anyone finds out, I am done, mate.

- 2002, 2003, there was no let up

in the gangland murders.

- Dino Dibra's killers certainly appeared

untroubled about carrying out

what amounted to a public execution.

- The police finally had enough.

They decided to try something new.

- Over 20 murders. This is unacceptable.

It must stop.

- Giving in to public pressure,

the Purana Taskforce was set up.

- We will create a new kind of detective hero,

meticulous and methodical.

They will have zero tolerance.

This is a war that we must and will win.

- Run by an AFP hero,

come to make his mark by ending Melbourne's gangland war,

Assistant Commissioner, Simon Overland.

- I'll take questions, but I'll only take one at a time.

- I had more work than ever.

- But Mister Moran is in deep depression.

- I thought I could represent anyone,

even the Moran family, Tony Mokbel's blood enemies.

Yeah, right.

- Pretty good, eh-

- We've had a gutfull of the Moran shit--

- Get your hands off me!

- And want them off the streets.

- I'll represent who-

- No, fuck you and fuck the Morans!

- Who the hell are you to tell me who I-

- I'm the guy who tells you not to work for the Morans.

Bitch!

- About now, Detective Paul Dale

and Dave Miechel started watching a drug house in Oakleigh.

I hadn't heard about it yet, but everyone would soon.

- Pill press?

Music to hump to? Oh shit.

Let's find out who's financing this place

before we buckle 'em. yeah?

- Oh, there he is.

We started without ya!

- Detective Davied Miechel,

the guy who arrested Mandy and Andy,

hard to believe but true, was now Mandy's boyfriend.

- Mandy's fuckin' a cop?

- He arrested us. What are you doing with him?

- Well I'm not screwing him, if that's what you're asking-

- No, no, no, that's not what I'm fuckin' asking.

Stay here. - What?

- Don't fuckin' what me.

Are you fuckin' dogging to the jacks?

- I am talking to Meesh. He's in there with your sister.

- Don't fuckin' bullshit me.

- We're talking about the football. Up the Pies-

- Don't fuckin' bullshit me!

- I am not!

- If you're dogging to the jacks, and someone finds out,

they'll kill you, you fuckin' know it.

- I'm not, all right?

I am not dogging to the jacks.

- Miechel spent lots of time

with Terry now and introduced him to his boss,

Detective Paul Dale, who became one of Terry's handlers.

- Yeah, it's a nice place, isn't it?

Is a little bit pricy.

- That's why you're paying.

- Oh, you're skint again. What a surprise.

- Oh Terry, you know me.

I'm always skint.

- Really? Well.

Well I've got a little pressie for you.

- I don't want that.

There's a pube on it.

- Let me get that for ya.

- Mate, I am not touching that.

Order us another one of those, will ya?

I'm going for a slash.

- Good luck, mate.

So, ah, how's that pill house in Oakleigh going?

- Mate, I'm up to my bottom lip in shit.

The bosses want the gear to go up north

so the New South Wales cops make the collar.

It's crossing state lines or some such bullshit.

- What, you do the work and they get the credit?

That is fucking unacceptable.

- Mate, don't get me started.

- You know what?

We should do it.

Golden ticket. Willy Wonka and the Choccy Factory.

- What are you talking about? Are you stoned?

- Yeah. No.

Come on, mate. We could job it.

You know when the people get there,

you know where the cash is.

We get the pills, I could sell 'em. We make a killing.

I'm joking. Am I?

- Right.

So we blow a three month op and get every cop on our arse?

Mate, you are stoned.

We are not those guys.

- 'Course not.

- Look at Dhakota. Fuckin' beautiful, eh?

- Yeah, just like her Mom.

- Yeah, piss off!

- What? - I'm still angry at you.

We was supposed to get her christened last year,

but then- - But both of us got arrested.

Hey, come on, my beautiful wife, eh?

- Hell, this year we're gonna do it.

You just keep him out of jail, you hear?

- Well I'll do my best, but it's up to him more than me.

- Yeah, here? Stay out of-

- Get you in trouble.

- Yeah, get me in trouble any time you want.

- Are you sulking? Hmm?

Are you dark on me?

I'm sorry about my boy. He was a bit rough.

But I can't have you helping the Morans, Nic.

Just can't.

You're with us now.

- No worries, Tony. I get it.

Great party.

- Hey. We haven't really met.

- You work for Tony, yeah?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm Juicy.

- Pardon?

- My name. People call me Juicy.

- I won't ask why.

- Well, my surname's Jucirovic, so...

- Ah.

- I brung you a wine. I figured you drank wine.

- Oh, why not?

So, ah, um, what are you doing, here, on your own?

- I think Tony and his boys are pissed off at me.

- Why?

- For all the bad things I've done.

- Yeah, right. What bad things have you done?

- Oh, I got Lewis Moran bail.

I got him bail. Tony, Carl.

Don't listen to me. I'm joking, I'm drunk.

You wanna dance, Juicy?

- Yeah. Let's go.

♪ If you touch that girl ♪

♪ You know it's okay ♪

♪ People say she's a whore anyway ♪

♪ I think she looks like a nice vamp ♪

♪ Looking for love in a trashcan ♪

- At Uni, five years studying law,

I got First Class Honors in one course.

Guess what in?

- Miniskirts.

- No, and fuck you, Tony.

The only course I ever got First Class Honors in was,

wait for it, Legal Ethics and Professional Conduct.

Can you believe it?

- Fuck, I love this chick!

- I once dreamed of being PM. First woman ever.

- Oh you still could.

I'd vote for ya!

Fucking wouldn't even know how to vote!

It's funny 'cause it's true.

- If I'd stayed straight, I could have ended up a judge.

- Yeah?

- Why didn't I? That's the question.

But you know what, Juicy?

- What?

- I'm getting out of this shit right now.

- But I should have known.

When you make plans, God laughs.

- So here we go, our second straight

Brisbane Collingwood grand final.

The Pies last year in a classic as Collingwood enter

as favorites this afternoon, and away.

- Excuse me, sir. Sir!

What are you doing out here?

- No, nothing. I was just, ah, going for a walk.

- Get up against the wall!

- All right, all right!

All right, I was just going for a walk.

- Hi, you've reached Emma,

Neil and Daisy.

Leave a message after the beep.

- Em? I'm sorry.

I get it now.

I think I gotta stop.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Shit. I'm sorry to bother you.

- I'm on the job!

- What? Silky!

- I heard the call. I came to help, right?

Can you ask the dog to calm down?

Just in case?

- Who's this?

Fuck!

- Nicola Gobbo.

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