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This street will become the city's

next high-end entertainment precinct.

I got to say, John, the area has a pretty poor reputation

and I don't just mean the street itself.

-You tipped our hand! -John was vulnerable, yeah?

Then why isn't he fucking dead?!

Sam!

Those guys tried to kill you. Now me.

It's gotta be dealt with.

One of my guys in here told me

a hitter's coming up from Melbourne.

You're the target.

Oh!

Oh, you fucking psycho cunt!

You can be Dean.

You can take everything he's got.

Now, the way I see it,

we come to an understanding...

..or we kill each other.

Listen to this.

"From the glittering facade of nightclubs

"to the clandestine dealings behind closed doors,

"the Ibrahim dynasty has long captured

"the public imagination."

What a crock of shit.

'The Dancer'.

Fadi's nickname. He loves to dance.

-Where'd you hear that? -Around.

How does this hack...

..have better intel than us?

She doesn't. It's hearsay. She's just shaking the tree.

You ever thought of trying that?

You turned this clown yet?

Uh, Pat Davis? Nup.

He's too scared Sam will kill him.

I mean, I'd be terrified. Wouldn't you?

Well, make him more scared of you.

Charge him with being an accessory after the fact.

-To his own shooting? -We need a win, Doyle!

If he doesn't talk, Sam Ibrahim walks.

And he might not be the only one.

Just give me something I can take upstairs.

Benny Vasquez.

We're looking at him for the Horvath homicides.

So are you thinking of arresting him

or is it all just collaging at the moment?

We're still building our case, OK?

I could try turning Aymon again.

He's one of Sam's noms,

on remand.

I just need a proper run at him.

If we can crack Sam, we get a shot at John.

Amir, you...

..are not gonna crack Sam fucking Ibrahim.

And even if you did, he's never gonna give John up.

But I think Benny will

and that is why Benny is the target.

- Boss. - Yeah.

Central just called.

They found a John Doe on Oxford Street,

said we might be interested.

Thanks for coming, fellas.

Yeah, well, we called this fuckin' meeting.

Yeah, right when the cops are all over us.

So where's Ned?

Yeah, fuck knows.

But Sam's coming for all of us, smart-arse.

Even you. So you better have a plan.

Sam's a thug.

The smart move is to hit John first.

He's the dangerous one.

Oh, I pissed on my shoes! Fuck!

Who died?

Well, we're just wondering

why you didn't knock John at the wharf when you had the chance.

Oh, I got a better offer.

Fuck!

Sorry, Deano!

New plan.

You boys deal directly with me.

And I'll handle the Ibrahims.

Got it?

Yeah, got it.

Jesus...

Benny, what the fuck, man?

Thanks.

Hi.

What have we got?

Well, we've got a match on his prints.

Mm-hm.

-Anything? -Fatal knife wound.

Wow.

Took a beating, though, didn't he?

Any idea who he is?

Uh, his...

..prints match a contract killer from Melbourne.

-Time of death? -Some time around Mardi Gras.

Where was John that night?

Club Utopia.

Right, so not too far away.

I reckon it's time we shook that tree.

Thank you.

No! You don't understand, OK? I work for Dean!

Nah, you work for me now, brother.

I don't have any equipment.

- Sanjay! - Don't worry about it.

I got ya.

Promise me you won't hurt Sophie, OK?

Do what you're told

and she'll be sweeter than a nut dipped in honey.

- Now get in. - Sanjay!

# Black-hearted woman

# Got the devil in her eyes

# Shakes her money maker

# 'Cause she knows what every man likes

# Black-hearted woman

# Got the devil in her eyes... #

# She'll burn your soul down

# Leave you hanging... #

To be clear, Mr Vasquez

is just one of many persons of interest at this stage

and we urge him to come forward to assist us

with our inquiries.

Get in line, bitch.

Oi, dipshits!

Get off your arses and go find Benny and that snake Dean.

John will be pissed!

John should be happy he's got a big brother looking out for him.

Put me through to Fiona Allen.

Yes.

John Ibrahim.

Ah, what do I want?

Uh, let's start with a front page retraction.

I don't want to hear that shit.

Anything my brothers have done

has nothing to do with me, you hear me?

Hello?

Mate, this isn't charcoal grey.

It's frickin' peacock blue.

Steph, what's up?

Sorry, John. They've shipped the wrong colour.

How long's it gonna take to replace?

From Italy? Five, six weeks.

Fuck it. It's the right colour.

OK, no more delays on this relaunch.

I've already got the investors hanging by a thread

because Jeremy pulled out.

They see that shit in the newspapers,

it's gonna spook 'em.

Yeah, well, Kyle's trying to help me with that.

Hey!

None of this mopey shit, OK?

-I need your support. -Yeah.

There are other investors with deep pockets

who I'm meeting today.

I need to get them across the line.

-I need us to be on our A-game. -Yep, yep.

OK.

Fiona.

Hi.

How long have you been set up here?

I can't tell you that.

This is all strictly background, right?

Mm-hm.

You guys are across everything.

Could say the same about you.

Maybe we should swap notes.

Is that the journo chasing the Ibrahims?

Yeah.

Why would she bring her in here?

The Ibrahims take up a lot of wall space.

So, what, you're thinking there's a connection

between John Ibrahim and Sam's Black Flags?

Well, you certainly do.

So what can you tell me?

Well, I just can't comment on ongoing investigations,

but I can tell you that we are concerned

for John's personal safety,

especially given recent events outside his home.

-Care to elaborate? -No.

But I'm sure you'll find someone who can.

Jeremy.

John.

- Back in? - I, um...

I never really left.

Good. Where are the others?

We met.

Um, they...they were gonna walk, John, all of them.

What are you talking about?

Uh...

Um...

Jeremy, what the fuck's going on?

Your investors will be joining me.

In what?

We're relaunching the new Kings Cross, without you.

The fuck you are.

You're the problem.

There's too much drama.

They want you out.

We're prepared to buy

all your Kings Cross venues at fair market prices.

That's really big of you, Jeremy.

You've got no plan B, John.

If your relaunch fails - and it will with no partners -

you're fucked.

I am...

..really sorry about this, John.

Offer's good for 24 hours.

Hey.

Benny Vajazzle.

I heard you were looking for me.

Sam! Sam!

Walk away, Benny.

-Look, stop, stop, stop. -What do you mean?

-Fuck off! -Use your fucking head!

He can't. His head's full of emptiness.

Sam, look at me. Look at me.

Come on, man! Let's play!

-Benny, walk away. -I'm just having a little fun!

Benny!

Fucking walk away.

Hey, guys!

Anything for you, Johnny.

Everything alright?

Oh, family reunion!

-John... -Fadi, go home.

What the fuck are you doing?

This prick is gonna shoot you the first chance he gets, John.

How many times do I have to tell you I am sorting it?

I'm relaunching the Cross,

like you asked me,

but you need to stay the fuck away.

Who died and made you king?

I'll see you later, Johnny!

I'll see you later!

Look, Command think that this is getting away from you

and I can't blame them.

Let me have another crack at Aymon.

That's an angle we can work.

Well, what are you waiting for?

- Boss. - Yeah.

Benny Vasquez just walked through

the front door looking for you.

-Well, has he been searched? -Yep, clean.

He says he wants to assist us with our inquiries.

Well, don't fuck it up.

Let's go.

Has there been another incident

we can read about in the paper, John?

I'm out.

You fucked me.

I learned from the best.

Well...second best.

The venues are yours.

Just need to decide on a fair price.

We can do that.

Come back to me with a number.

It's the right move, John.

Connor Horvath.

Your known associate.

So you're telling me that you don't recognise him?

I mean, I'm a sociable guy.

I socialise with a lot of people.

You say I met him once or twice, I'll take your word for it.

Well, he and his sister were murdered.

- Well, that's sad. - Yes.

Alright, what about this man?

Tim Dolan?

He's a hitter from Melbourne.

Well, was.

So you want to know my theory?

Sure.

Well, I think you hired Connor Horvath

to kill John Ibrahim

and when he failed,

you silenced him and chucked in his sister too,

then you got Tim Dolan here to finish the job,

and we know he was an associate

of your brother's down in Melbourne.

-You want to know my theory? -Please.

My theory is you know nothing.

I mean, you have no evidence, you have no eyewitnesses

and you even just told me the name

of a guy who tried to hit John Ibrahim,

which is a big no-no.

But because I'm here to help, I'm gonna give you a name.

Dean Taylor.

As associate of Sam Ibrahim's.

You need to update your intel, work experience.

You see, DT has gone rogue.

Big-time manufacturer these days.

Dangerous.

In bed with the Turkish mafia.

He's behind all of this, everything.

And where can I find Deano?

You won't.

Deano's a ghost.

I can tell you where he might have been,

I mean, if you're interested in that.

Yep.

He, uh, runs all his little meetings

out of this ex-council depot out Windsor way.

Meetings with who exactly?

Friends, enemies...

It's not a short list of enemies.

That, you know, ring any bells?

Yeah, that's Deano.

Kind of face you just want to put a bullet in, huh?

Huh? Right?

Thanks.

Aymon.

-Give us a minute of your time. -Guard.

OK, just listen.

Guard!

Fuck.

How you doing?

You, uh, keeping fit?

Must be hard with the food in here.

Team made the finals.

Would've won with you back in the middle.

Not with our fuckin' strikers.

Couldn't find the back of the net to save themselves.

I knew you'd miss it.

Yeah, no shit.

Well, I...

..do know that that cash

at the clubhouse was Sam's,

not yours.

I also know that...

..you were collecting protection

from car rebirthers

the Black Flags are standing over.

You just got in over your head, Aymon.

Tell the truth...

..you get out,

time served.

You need to shut the fuck up now.

What about your mum?

What about her?

Who's paying her mortgage?

Black Flags?

Then what?

She lose the house under proceeds of crime?

You sound like every other...

..cop.

Guard.

They're back-of-the-envelope valuations.

From your tame valuers.

The Cross has a buzz about it again.

It's the "John factor", they said.

Should we renegotiate?

Let's cool the market first.

A few calls to my friends in the press

should snuff out any "John factor".

Well, whatever you've said so far hasn't snuffed it out.

"Business empire built on sand."

"Trouble looms for the King of the Cross."

We said...

# There may be trouble ahead! #

..we said we'd offer John a fair price.

Do you think he'd do the same for us?

Grow up! It's business.

That's not the way I do business.

It...it was John who set this all up.

What are you talking about?

We can wait out the bad publicity. He can't.

I can't! I've got my own money in this.

Then sell your share to me!

Under new management, huh?

Oh, I love it.

We're done here, Jeremy.

I just wanted to come in and say hi to the new king of the Cross.

-Or is it queen? -Whatever turns you on, Benny.

Huh, like the good old times, you and me, LDT?

I seem to remember you shot my dog.

That's not something I would do. I love dogs!

No, you're right. Oh!

I'm sorry. That...that was wrong of me, Ray.

But I've changed. I've done a lot of work on myself.

I've healed.

And I'm gonna make it up to ya.

I want in, Ray.

No, your dealers aren't coming in here.

Not like that!

I want really in.

Look, I've made a lot of money

and you need a lot of money.

So I was thinking...

..maybe I can come on in, like a silent partner.

With me?

Yeah.

Look, I...

..I want to build something, yeah?

I...I want to leave my mark on the Cross, like John Ibrahim.

Oh!

You're no John Ibrahim, my love.

Yeah.

Right.

Yeah. Hmm.

You're right.

I am no John Ibrahim.

Right.

Do you know why?

'Cause Johnny's a pussy.

-Ugh! -And I'm not a fucking pussy!

Huh? Huh?!

Oh!

-Get off me! -Ugh!

Come here.

Ooh!

Come on. Get off.

Yeah?

-Come here. Come here, Ray. -Arggh!

Oh, your hair's strong, Ray!

Strong, huh? You must be on the medication.

Had to get off it myself. Too many mood swings! Hah!

That's 'cause you haven't got good genes.

Oh, you're probably right.

Huh, come here.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Come here. Get on the wall.

Ohh! You got me thirsty now, Ray.

Huh? I need a drink. What's this?

- Oh! - Hmm...

Oh, it's the special stuff.

Oh, that's great. My shout, Ray.

It'll help with the pain. Here. Come on. Drink up.

Yeah! Here you go.

That'll help with the pain.

Arggh!

Look what you did, Ray.

Now you've made a mess of both of us!

Hmm? Look what you made me do, huh?! Huh?!

Now we're both a mess!

Now we're both a fucking mess!

And you were home

when the shooting happened outside John's house?

Oh, it all happened just out here.

How many shots, I couldn't tell you.

Mm-hm. Who was doing the shooting?

Goodness knows.

It wasn't until after I'd got up the nerve to look outside

that I saw John's friend come and then go again.

Took off quick smart.

Friend?

She used to overnight here a bit.

Not that I'm keeping count.

You know her name?

I do now.

She showed up the next morning, gave me her card.

Thanks. Thanks so much.

No, Mim, I'm not selling to anyone.

I just fed Ray that shit so he'd give us some more time.

Can...can you just focus on what I pay you for?

Alright.

John.

-Hello, John. -Not today.

No comment on the power struggle over the new Cross?

Ah, more crap.

See, you need better sources. Everything's going really great.

I hear you offered to sell out to Ray Kinnock.

Don't believe everything you hear.

Well, I also heard Ray was viciously assaulted.

You know anything about that?

No.

Listen, if you print these rumours...

These aren't rumours.

..all you're gonna do is ruin a relaunch

and bankrupt a whole lot of investors

who have done nothing wrong.

Boo-hoo.

Give me a better story...

..like the Major Organised Crime Squad

using a girlfriend to provide warrantless intel on you.

You're always claiming police persecution, John.

This is your chance to prove it.

Just talk to me.

Why don't you come to my relaunch instead as my guest?

You can see the only thing I'm struggling with

is bringing back the crowds to the Cross.

Hey.

Yeah. Something went down here.

Boss.

Alright, grab him.

Put your gloves on.

Alright.

-OK. Ready? -Yep.

One, two...

- OK. - Three more and out.

- One. - Two, three.

Alright.

He really is a ghost.

Black Flags?

I've got no idea what happened, Jeremy, OK?

Wait... Oh! Piece of shit.

Alright, he's a fucking tourist in the Cross.

He's got no idea.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh!

Hey! No, no!

-You OK? OK. -Yeah.

We know you're the victim.

I hear Benny Vasquez delivered.

Yeah, I'm just not sure what.

Sam Ibrahim.

We're not there yet.

Then get there.

Good morning.

Detective.

Mind if I sit there?

Do you really think that Sam Ibrahim

is going to reward your silence?

He's tying up loose ends, Pat,

and we think that you're gonna be one of them.

Well, maybe you want to die.

Why are we even fucking helping these scumbags?

I'll take it from here, thanks, Detective.

John.

This is where Benny and his crew are holed up.

It's time to clean house.

We have to do it, John.

You want just me and the boys to go?

No. If it needs to be done, we do it together.

Yeah.

- Boss. - Fuck, yeah.

What are you lookin' at?

-Did I tell you to stop, Gandhi? -No, no, no.

-Sorry. -Sorry?

I don't want you to be sorry.

Oh, are...are you struggling to breathe?

Yeah, I can't... It's the chemicals.

The chemicals!

-Well, what about a bullet, huh? -No, no. Alright, alright.

-Alright. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-It's fine. It's great. -Don't be sorry.

Just get the fucking work done.

I'll get it done for you, boss.

Yeah, I like that. 'Boss'. Yeah.

Now that prick knows it's on, yeah?

So there's no turning back for us.

And fuck it anyways. We're gonna kill everybody there, huh?

-Huh? -Yeah.

Even if they're out the front of Porky's, yeah?

I even might get you guys a dance afterwards, yeah?

You sure you don't want to sit this one out?

I'm sure.

Junior.

You stay in the van.

You got a family.

Alright, boys, let's go! Let's get it!

Oh, fuck!

Get down, get down, get down!

Ugh!

- Sammy! - Oh!

-You OK? -Go, go, go!

Fuck!

Pussy!

Got it, Benny!

Arggh! Oh, fuck!

Oh!

Where are you, pussy?!

Ugh! Fuck!

Huh!

Oh, shit, John.

He's hit. OK, come on. Up. Get him up, get him up.

Arggh!

- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-No... -He's just a kid.

You were never here.

-Yeah? -Yeah, yeah. OK.

Go.

Fuck.

- Up, up, up. - Come on, John.

Come on. Junior, open the back!

Move.

Come on. Almost. There you go. Almost.

Go. I got him.

Arggh!

- Give me the fuel. - Here.

No, no. Here, here. Take this.

OK, I never want to have a gun in my fucking hand again.

Well, you're one lucky bastard.

Bullet's not too deep.

Looks like the vest did its job.

Alright. Here.

Alright, listen to me.

Now, this is really gonna fucking hurt, John.

But once it's out, I can stitch you up.

-Alright, you ready? -Mm-hm.

OK, bite on this.

Hey, look at this! World's shittest boy band.

It's done.

Benny.

He's no longer a problem.

You can't bring any more attention to us.

Not now.

OK.

Folks, it's time. It's here.

Get excited because tomorrow night

the Cross 2.0 is happening.

We have 10 venues opening, so take your pick.

And a special shout-out to my friend John Ibrahim

and his amazing vision

to bring nightlife back into the Cross.

Ray.

Christ! What happened to you?

Are you here to finish me off?

You're out of your depth.

The Cross isn't Oxford Street.

You know, I'm beginning to think you may be right.

Sell me your stake.

Jeremy won't be happy.

Jeremy has seen the writing on the wall.

I want double market price.

What if my counter is go fuck yourself?

I wouldn't expect anything else.

Let's talk.

Let's talk.

Never stood a chance.

Huh.

I was way cuter than you back then too.

How good's tonight gonna be?

Very. You're gonna like it.

Fadi.

Fadi!

See ya.

You alright?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good, Mum.

I'm gonna get Mike the best QC there is.

It's gonna be alright.

Please tell me we're bringing in Sam Ibrahim now.

For questioning. We can't charge him.

The chemical fire in the stash house

destroyed the shooter's DNA.

Circumstantial evidence?

Where were the Ibrahim brothers that day?

Sam was at his clubhouse and John's phone had him at home.

I didn't ask where his phone was.

CCTV from a lock-up across the road from the shooting.

Ah!

Got him.

Hey. Guys, guys, guys, guys!

Get off the road! Off the road.

Keep them off the road, bro.

You'll all get in. Just be patient.

Alright, so if it's just the two of youse, you two go first.

Punters are queuing up around the block, John.

Good.

What?

Sam.

Surely he wouldn't show up.

Who the fuck knows?

It's Sam. He does what he wants.

Police! Get on the ground!

- Get on the ground now! - Oi!

- Get on the ground! - Police!

All of you, on the ground! On the ground now!

It's a good turnout.

Apology accepted.

Sam Ibrahim.

I'm arresting you on a charge of grievous bodily harm.

You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say

may be taken down and given in evidence.

-Do you understand? -Yeah.

You know, you shoot a bikie in the knee

and expect no consequences.

Allegedly.

And you might as well take the fall for the cash we found.

Why would I do that?

For your boy Aymon.

Who the fuck is Aymon?

Steph.

Guess what.

All the clubs are full.

Good job.

Uh, John?

Oh, sorry, ladies. This is a private party.

You just relax, OK?

This is just a courtesy to let you know

we have arrested Sam on a charge of grievous bodily harm.

You should probably sort out a lawyer for him.

Right.

Look, we also believe that Benny Vasquez

presents a threat to your life.

-So my advice is... -I'll keep that in mind.

Are we done?

Yeah, we're done.

OK.

Hey. Was that Detective Larsen?

Detective who?

-You want to hear my headline? -Go on.

'John Ibrahim - Man Versus Myth'.

-I like the sound of that. -Yeah.

-Drink? -Yeah.

Matt, bubbles.

OK, um...

Quiet, you lot!

I just want to congratulate you all.

In particular, Senior Sergeant Doyle

for her sterling work,

not that I ever doubted you.

- To MOCs. - To MOCs!

And to the bikie who torched Sam's clubhouse.

Hear, hear. Cheers.

Cheers.

Babe, we're not gonna be late, OK?

Just a little business thing. Don't worry.

You love me.

Oh!

Why aren't you smiling?

You did it.

The Cross is back, honey.

You got everything you wanted.

I guess I did.

Cheers, queers.

Hey.

I'm fucking proud of you.

Come on.

-Cheers. -Whoop!

Hey.

What's up?

He's dying, John!

Come on!

Get the fuck out of the way!

Johnny!

Adrenaline in now.

Come on!

- OK, thank you. - He's tachycardic.

Where's that pressure?

BP's falling - 80 over 40.

Pull it, pull it!

Defibrillator now!

Charge!

# Oh, sinnerman

# Where you gonna run to?

# Sinnerman

# Where you gonna run to?

# Well, I run to the rock... #

What do you need us to do?

# Please hide me, I run to the rock

# Please hide me, Lord

# All on that day

# Sinnerman, you ought to be praying

# Ought to be praying, sinnerman

# Ought to be praying

# All on that day

-# I cried, power -# Power to the Lord

# Power

# Power to the Lord

# Power! #