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How well did you know him?

My brother.

We're sweeping up the garbage
the Royal Commission missed.

The ones who got away.

Anyone who runs a business
in the Cross pays protection.

- From who?
- From me.

Now we've got every
two-bit fucking gangster

in the state, on the strip.

We might have just
started a war.

It's cool, uh, we got
the green light.

Fuck!

I want 'em all cleared out.

Grab some boys
to go with you,

in case you going
to be scared, yeah?

Oh, fuck, Sam,
no, fuck, Sam.

You need to curb your dog

or there'll be consequences.

Tell your boss
to go fuck himself.

It's 800 feet of road.

You can't control that?
It's not fucking Columbia!

Go!

Double homicide.

It's not the best look
for a senator, is it?

Change your statement.

Do you know how it feels
to have to stick up for you,

when you are actively
the one fucking us over?

What's up?

I'm going to get us
some coffees.

What the fuck?
Look at this fucking shit.

You gonna let that
piece of shit

to get the fuck
away with this?

We're going to chase
every last one

of these cunts down,
you understand?

Yes, Sammy.

- You understand?
- Fuck yeah!

These fucks are
paying with blood.

You finished?

What the fuck are
you doing here?

What am I doing?

I'm doing what you
should have done.

I'm here to protect
the fucking street.

Protect?

By turning up with your
tooled up idiots off your face!

How's that protecting anyone?

How's it make you any better?

How's it going to get any
worse than this, John?

Do you still not get it?

You blow up that car,
they burn down my club.

You fire more shots at them,
they fire more shots at us.

Okay, where does it end?
Them blowing up Mum's house?

This is exactly
what he wants.

Okay, us fighting.

Now Ezra doesn't have his
jacks doing his dirty work,

he's got these little
fuckers doing it.

Okay? He wants a reaction
from you and you, and,

you're giving it to him.

You're playing into
his hand. Just...

You do you.

Remember?

I'll do me.

Fuck, you got
so much Mum in you.

You told us under oath that
Crellan shot Nasa Kalouri

out the front of his house
and left him for dead.

That was my recollection.

But as you guys know,

I was under a lot of pressure
to make a quick statement.

Since then, I've had
time to decompress

and I realise I made
a huge mistake.

Well, now you're making
an even bigger one

by changing your story.

Fuck, eh! You must be
pumped to see him.

What's on the cards?

A pop down the pub,
have a few beers,

run through a list of cops
who have topped themselves?

How fun.

Look,

I know you want this
to be over with.

Fuck's sake, shut up!

Declan.

We really want to help you,

but we can't protect you
unless we know

who we're protecting
you from.

I don't know what to tell ya.
All right?

My memory changed.

That's all I got to say.

Excuse me.

Now, if you guys don't mind,
my family's getting home,

and I've got a fucking
shit load to do.

The smart money's on
Bill Allen, by the way.

And believe me, if the
Assistant Commissioner

gave you up once,
he can do it again.

Think about that when you
tuck your kids in tonight.

Three months for murder.

That is some magical
bullocks, mate.

It's got to be some kind
of record, doesn't it?

I mean, who'd you have to
suck off to get out so quick?

Old mate just caught a
sudden dose of amnesia.

Right.

Really?

Fuck you.

I was looking at
well over a decade

and I kept my mouth shut.

Also, do you pricks have any
idea how much I loved my job?

I was a cop for 22 years and
I loved every minute of it.

And the blokes that I went
to work with every day,

I considered them my family.

I'd take a fucking
bullet for them.

And yet I gave all of that
up to protect you guys.

Not to mention having
the Royal Commission

take that away
from me permanently,

so are you fucking kidding me
with the attitude?

Well, now,
I think it's about time

you picked a
fucking side, innit?

When do I start?

You know, you could always
just tell them who did it.

Come on, John.
It's not rocket science.

On one side of the street,

your brother's trying
to fill the hole

in the Kings Cross drug
market left by Joey Romano.

And on the other,

the Bui Doi think it's
theirs for the taking.

That's not going to end well.

Then there's you in the
middle with nothing to gain

and everything to lose.

You're telling me
my life story?

Yeah, and the only
person who can stop it

doesn't seem to
be doing anything.

So you could be forgiven
for thinking that

Ezra's stoking the flames,
couldn't you?

Like, I assume that's what the
garden party was all about?

Ezra Shipman and his mates?

The ex-Senator and the
Assistant Commissioner of
Police?

Hot and cold
running girls laid on.

That was you?

Yeah, I...

I hope they were useful.

See, you and I, we've,

we've always wanted
the same thing, John.

Just for different reasons.

Right now, I'm just trying
to keep my brother alive.

- Hey, Sam!
- Gentlemen.

- Hey, mate.
- Sammy.

Mm, nice.

- Hey. What are you doing?
- What?

You don't get to sit down

until every last slope
is off the street.

Righto.

How many years have we
worked together then?

- 30-odd years.
- Right.

In all that time, right,

how many people have tried
to take over the Cross?

It's a long fucking list, boss.

All right, but how many
have succeeded, though?

Just one.

You might want to
remind Sam of that.

Hey, mate.

You around?

Righto.

Look at you.
Barely aged a day.

Funny, that.

So how you want to do this?

I figured you'd called to sort
out the money for old mate.

Nah, don't worry about that.
My way of saying thanks.

If you'd gotten
talkative on the stand,

we might have been
having this little chat

from the rec yard
at Long Bay instead.

Long Bay might be
the safest place for you

from what I'm hearing.

Your brother seems
to have poked the bear.

Fuck, Johnny.

You're the owner of the four
biggest clubs in the country.

You're making serious coin

and you want to get
into a drug war?

You're the one who
never wanted drugs

in the Cross
in the first place.

Family.

- Hell of a thing.
- Yeah.

Last of the crazy Lebs, huh?

- Is that what you reckon?
- Johnny. Crazy? Yeah.

But the rest of it? Well.

That's a little premature.

I need to hear
the words, mate.

Ezra wasn't too fast when I
was looking down the barrel

at well over a decade in
a twelve-by-eight cell.

You did something about it.
And I'll never forget it.

Cross is changing, Johnny.

Crowds are thinning,
moving up to Oxford Street,

away from the violence.

We have to keep up with
the times, don't we?

It's food for thought.

But if you ever need
me to square that debt,

then you just say the word.

Don't ever bring a gun
to a meet with me again.

You don't need it.

Hey, you! You're home early.

Yeah, it was a,

slow night.

Whatcha doing?

Just reading about the little
island my Yaya's from, Ikaria.

Check it out.

It's known as the island
where people forget to die.

How cool is that?

One in three people
live till 90.

How come?

No one's really sure.

Lots of olive oil and, um,

not too many nightclubs, apparently.

Sounds unreal.

Oh. It's real, all right.

In 24 hours,

we could be eating
grilled octopus and

sitting on a beach,
sipping cold beer.

Just say the word.

I mean, why the sudden change?

I mean, John does a good job.

The system's been
in place for years.

I'm just passing on
the message, mate.

What, and he's
okay with this?

John will understand.

But you haven't told him yet?
What about Sam?

What about Sam?

Let me ask you all a question.

Do you think Ezra needs
the Ibrahim's permission

to change things
up around here?

Just might be worth
a chat, that's all.

Yeah. Just to keep the peace.

Well, who says Ezra
wants peace?

Let me be very fucking clear.

If Ezra Shipman wants to
make a change on the strip,

that's his call.

And do you know why? Do you?

'Cause it's his fucking strip.

Now, if any of you
think otherwise,

I'd be happy to
pass on your feedback.

The Ibrahims,
they're fucking out.

From now on, you can
come directly to Ezra.

Are we fucking clear?

Yeah.

Steph, this is not a good time.

I'm trying to stop the street

going up in flames
and you pull this shit.

What the fuck are
you trying to do?

What am I doing?

Thank you, sweetheart.
I'm doing my fucking job, John.

Which is looking after
my boss's best interests.

How is any of this
in Ezra's interests?

You don't think I know
what he's doing?

Pitting me against Sam.
Steering you and I into each other.

Do you not see what he's doing?

It's not going to be forever.

Just take your
fucking medicine.

No, fuck that, okay?
It's not happening.

Ezra has nothing to sell
anymore, so I'm not buying it.

You listen to me
really fucking carefully.

You'll be really careful
about what you say

'cause do you really want
to go down that path?

'Cause if you call out
Ezra Shipman,

it ain't fucking
ending well.

You know, when I first
came to the Cross, I th...

I thought it was
this crazy jungle.

No order, no rules.

Chaos.

I mean, that's what it
looked to me, like as a kid.

What the fuck did I know?

But it was you.

It was you who showed me
that there is a system.

There's a business
based off respect,

off trust,
off working together.

That's all bullshit,
isn't it?

There's no trust.
There's no respect.

There's just fucking business.

So you know what?
I'm fucking done.

No more kickups.

You can tell Ezra
I am cutting him off

and not the other way around.

Fuck.

He said that?

Well, words to that effect.

He was upset, but he wasn't
thinking straight.

Oh, he's fucking dead, man.

Boss?

Ezra?

Yeah, hi.

Yeah, it's me. Yeah.

So, kill 'em.

The both of them.

Yeah.

Hey.

What time'd you get back?

I don't know. Late.

There was trouble.

Can I ask you something?

And I promise if you don't
want to talk about it,

I'll let it go.

You can ask me anything.

How do you do it?

Do what?

This.

Everything.

I mean, if I had a week
like you've just had

or a year like your last year,

I mean, I'm going to be honest,

if that's me,
I'm not sticking around.

What choice do I have?

It's who I am.

No, it's what you do.

They are two very
different things.

It's not that simple.

I've spent every waking
hour since I was 14

trying to build...

...something.

Everything I have
is in those clubs.

Not everything.

For now, at least.

Argh. No wonder why
everybody's take is down.

I would head to
Oxford Street, too.

These cigarettes are fucked.

Go get me another packet.

I got you a packet, Sam.

There's still heaps in there.

Whoops.

4:00 PM.

The pig.

Anton's come through.

Four o'clock.
Porky's.

Hey.

It's me. Where are you?

At work. What's up?

I've got a surprise
for you. Can I swing by?

Of course you can. I'm at,
uh, Porky's. I'll be here.

See you soon.

All good?

Yeah.

- Is she okay?
- She's fine.

Who am I kidding?

She's amazing.

Okay.

Her brother's
Spyro Mavris.

I know. Been taking cash to
the mum for years now, Johnny.

From me.

Okay.

Yeah.

And she doesn't know, eh?

She knows I knew him,
that's it.

Everytime I try
and tell her, I, I just...

...feel I'm going to
ruin the best thing

that's ever happened to me.

You know, Johnny.

If she's into you,

she's into all of you.

Tell her what happened.
If she go, she go.

But if she stay,

she stay for good.

Truth is good for you, Johnny.

Hmm?

Sammy, you got a sec?

Mate, I just spoke to John.
He wants to see ya.

What does he want?

I don't know.

He just wants to chat
to you about something.

Tell him he can come here
if he wants to talk to me.

I did tell him that but
he's being a cock about it.

He's out the front of Porky's.

And I don't know
what it's about

but it does sound
pretty serious.

I swear to God, it
better be fucking important.

Huh?

Hah! Flicking your fingers
like a fucking King.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

You high again?

What am I fucking
here for?

You told me
to come down here.

I didn't tell
you to come down here.

You're being
fucking paranoid again.

Do you hear this fuckwit?

Will you stop
with the nose bags.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You're not
thinking straight.

What the fuck
is wrong...

Babe!

Guess what I just did?

Hope you
got a passport!

John...

We're
going to Athens!

We?

Wait a minute.
When did you do this?

I bought
it earlier today.

John!

Fuck!

Shit!

Sam, hey, hey,
I got you. I got...

Not me.

Babe?!

Fuck! Babe?

Fuck! Not you, not you!

Just breathe. It's okay.
I got you. Hey!

I got you.

Somebody get a
fucking ambulance!

Fuck!

Hey! Stay with me.

Babe? Babe!

Go home, brother.

I got this.

Huh?

Just go home, go home.

I'll find every
last one of them.

I'll slit their
fucking throats.

Go. Go to sleep,
when you wake up, it's done.

We were this close, Sam.

John.

We were this close.

To getting out.

You can't help yourself.

They killed her
in the street, John.

Killed her like a dog.

They didn't kill her, Sam.

You did.

You did.

You hungry?
You need anything?

No, mate, I'm all good.
You should go home.

Maybe I'll hang around
and make some food,

or you know... whatever.

See you tomorrow.

You know I love you, hey?
Hmm?

Bye.

I'm done.

You win.

They're expecting me.

Without Ibrahims.

Without Ibrahims.

Sorry to crash your party.

John?

You dare come
in here uninvited?

Delivering a message.

Say what you have to say,
and then leave.

This one's for you.

You brought your war
to Kings Cross,

now I'm bringing it here.

I thought you
were smarter than this John.

This is something your
brother would do!

You mention my
brother's name again,

you'll see how
fucking similar we are.

Kill him! Kill him!

Whatever happens,
I'm taking you with me.

Oh, oh, shh, shh.

Calm down, calm down.
Calm down.

Or I fucking finish you here.

Going to take my
brother now, eh?

Good.

Come on Johnny.
Come brother, it's okay.

Where the fuck
did you come from?

I knew you'd do
something like this.

Hey! Where are
you going? John?

I don't know.

War! He does not know what
the meaning of it is yet.

I'll take care of him, and
his brother. Both of them.

We don't have to worry.

John?

You still got
mates in the press?

Yeah, what do you need?

I think it's time
we cleaned house.

Yep.

Ezra.

You might want to read that.

Possum!

Possum!

Possum?

Are you in there?

Possum!

There you are!
What are you doing...

The former
Senator is believed

to have left a suicide note,
admitting his involvement

with high-level corruption and
links to organised crime.

It's understood he has
made serious allegations

against a number of
senior police officers,

including Assistant
Commissioner Bill Allen.

Senator Calandro's name has
been linked to Kings Cross

real-estate baron
Ezra Shipman...

...and a series of

controversial developmental approvals.

Calandro has always
strenuously denied

any involvement.

An ICAC investigation into
the matter was cut short

when the key witness died
in mysterious circumstances.

The Assistant Commissioner's
shock arrest

comes on the back of the death

of long-serving
state politician

and former Senator
Paul Calandro.

Calandro was found dead

in his Cammeray home late
yesterday after allegations

were made against him
of high-level corruption

and links to organised crime.

Shit backhand.

Unconfirmed
reports say that a note

found with the dead man named
Assistant Commissioner Allen

and real-estate mogul
Ezra Shipman.

What are you doing here?

Came to check in on ya.
See if you're all right.

Yeah.

You been listening
to that bullocks?

Yep.

Fuck it, amateur hour.

Yeah.

This is all a bit
cloak and dagger, isn't it?

Tricky times.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Why am I here?

So you're not there.

Right.

Fuck.

...arson squad
detectives are currently

combing through the wreckage

of the popular Golden Lantern restaurant.

Witnesses describe
several loud explosions,

shortly after midnight, by
the time fire crews arrived,

the building was
engulfed in flames.

Tragically, several
bodies have been located

in the rear of the club,

including the owner
identified as Li Xiangshen,

in what appears to be
a targeted blaze.

Yeah? Yes, this is Doyle.

He's what?

There's no sign of
forced entry, no struggle.

Point 45 with his prints all
over it.

Maybe he finally did
what everyone's

been too scared to do
for all these years.

Ezra Shipman?

Oh yeah, it's possible.

It's, it's bullshit.
It's a fucking hit!

Liz!

Calandro, Allen,
Li and now this!

Someone's cleaning house,
and you fucking know it.

Who cares? Look we've barely
been able to get our hands

on this bloke and now
he's gone, all right?

I'll take the win either way.

Shit.

For fuck's sake.

Hello mate.
I've been looking for ya.

I'm surprised to find you
here all alone.

Not in the mood to party?

Honestly?

I don't know what
I'd be celebrating.

Hey! Where's John?

You did the work for me.

Ezra Shipman.
Calandro. Bill Allen.

Only left Li,
for me to mop up.

Honestly? I thought you'd
put up more of a fight.

I'm not used
to fighting women.

Where I'm from, we learn
at a very young age

to always let the man
think that he's in charge.

It makes destroying him
much easier.

In my culture,
we fight with this.

In yours,
you fight with this.

Look at Sam.

After everything
that he's done to you,

I would've cut
him off years ago.

Anyone would.

But not you.

You can't choose your family.

Sam broke everything
that you ever built.

Destroyed everything
that you ever loved.

And you still can't
turn your back on him.

Hey! Police!
Don't fucking move!

Don't fucking move!
Put the weapon down.

Drop the weapon now, Sam!

I heard what she said.

I'll shoot.

- It's not true.
- Yes it is.

Now!

Sam, drop the
fucking gun now!

I'm sorry, John.

Drop it!

Hands in the air.
Hands in the air!

On your knees.

Hands behind your head.

Sam was
charged with the murder

of Vietnamese gang boss,
Tran Cat Tien.

Luckily for him,
Liz Doyle made a statement

arguing self-defence,

and the charge was downgraded.

John refused to make
a statement at all.

No surprise.

He'd made a career out
of not talking to cops.

He walked away a free man,

but he had much more to
worry about than the law.

He'd paid a high price to be,

the last King of the Cross.

♪ It's coming 'round again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

Thanks for posting bail.

Thanks for being there.

I thought you'd be
long gone now.

Yeah, I am.
I'm going. I'm just...

I'm gonna take one last look.

♪ These days ♪

♪ Turned out nothing
Like I had planned ♪

♪ It's coming 'round again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

...we've even
got beautiful girls...

♪ And settles in its place ♪

♪ Its shadow in my face ♪

♪ Puts pressure in my day ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

♪ Here it is again ♪

♪ The slowly creeping hand ♪

♪ Of time and its command ♪

♪ Soon enough it comes ♪

♪ And settles in its place ♪

♪ Its shadow in my face ♪

♪ Undignified and lame ♪

So, this is it?

♪ This life well it's slipping
Right through my hands ♪

♪ These days turned out
Nothing like I had planned ♪

♪ Control well it's slipping
Right through my hand ♪

♪ These days turned out
Nothing like I had planned ♪