Phoenix (1992) s02e06 Episode Script
Safe as Houses
Know anything about mouth-to-mouth, mate? They're all yours.
I thought you liked them with the killer thighs.
Ooh.
Here he is.
With a pygmy.
Oh.
FLUFF: Oh, yeah.
(LAUGHS) Who got himself a big kingie! Reckon he'll take me out with him? Well, you'll be able to ask him in a minute.
Yeah.
What have you dug up? Well, it's difficult to find anything when you've got a bar on his file.
Wouldn't stop you, would it? Not if you gave me the password, it wouldn't, Jim.
Thanks for coming.
We seem to have a mutual interest.
You want to come this way? NCA contribution on Carlos.
Ah! I see.
Just your average Colombian family - drug running, murder.
Drug running.
God.
Compared to his brothers, he's a white sheep.
Oh, he's the old-fashioned romantic, mate.
(LAUGHS) Did Darbs tell you why we're interested in Carlos Augustine? Only that it was in regard to some ag burgs you got going.
We believe that he may have some information that can assist us.
Yeah? We're chasing a couple of shitheads that are doing over oldies.
They're violent jobs, well organised.
They're picking on very vulnerable, well-heeled people.
People who work very hard for their retirement.
Now, paintings, stocks and bonds - it's the kind of property that Augustine's into.
Fencing the stuff, you mean? Or pulling the strings.
I'd know if he was fencing.
What about being the brains behind it? Ag burgs aren't his game.
Makes more money with the stroke of a pen.
This is not cash under the mattress.
This is valuable items that they're knocking off.
Well, he's got a few enemies round the place.
You sure the information isn't from someone stirring the pot? My information is very reliable.
Augustine knows something, and I want to find out what it is.
He gets around.
Maybe it's the company he keeps.
I'll find out.
I want to do that myself.
I want you to arrange a meet.
Oh, your timing's off, mate.
We're in the middle of a very heavy scene, and I'm not gonna risk losing the main player.
This isn't make-believe.
Now, these arseholes are into raping 60-year-old women and turning people's lives into so much shit that they end up blowing their brains out.
Now, we can do this the hard or the easy way.
I'm flexible.
Bullshit! You got nothing on him.
An illegal gambling house.
He never goes near that place.
You won't be able to connect him.
Well, a couple of raids might put the customers off.
Nothing hurts more than the hip pocket.
You blokes aren't only the fire department.
You're the bloody arsonists as well.
Oh, mate! You ought to be bloody ashamed of yourself.
What about our reputation? If the BCI don't want to share No, thanks.
Don't see why we should.
Thanks, mate.
Crikey, you're lucky he didn't ask you where the gaming house was, mate.
Bet he doesn't know himself.
I reckon he does.
That'd be the lever they've got over him.
You don't get someone of Carlos's calibre tipping in for us.
Not without some gentle persuasion.
Yeah, that's true.
What about all those unscheduled stopovers he does in Manila? What do you mean? Darbs reckons he could be a closet shirt-lifter of the prepubescent variety.
Whoa, mate.
Don't bend over and kiss the insignia ring, will you? You know, I only get to have sex with my wife in the kitchen.
We know, Docket.
Haven't you got a toilet? DARBY: What a jumped-up little sprogger.
Could have been anyone and all he says is, "Hello.
Hang on, lovey.
" That's no way to treat an elitist, mate.
Yeah, I wouldn't call my worst enemy 'Iovey'.
That's what I call my wife.
It's a bit late in the day for a powwow, isn't it? Oh, never too late, pal.
BCI reckon you're threatening their relationship with Carlos.
I want to talk to him.
I don't consider that to be unreasonable.
They don't hold the same view.
And not satisfied you're targeting the right bloke here.
That's bullshit, boss.
They just resent us pissing on their patch.
Peter doesn't want to barge in and arrest their bloke, if that's what they think.
No.
I've been told he just wants to turn him over.
FAITHFUL: I suggested that as one possible avenue.
A little information-gathering exercise.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to you they're saying, "Hands off.
" He said he was gonna arrange a meet.
Now he's trying to somersault me.
And you know my source.
We've put a lot of work into this.
We can't just walk away.
I assume you didn't tell BCI the information came from one of their own crooks.
Well, I didn't rate that as worth mentioning.
I don't see why BCI expects us to trust their judgment.
They can't tell the difference between a crook and a copper? MURDOCH: Well, we all make mistakes.
But you're right.
We've shown a good deal of restraint over this matter so far.
You get me Inspector Pierce, BCI.
We should be able to come to some sort of compromise.
Thanks.
Should warn you, Carlos ain't happy about this.
I had to assure him that whatever his answer is, you're gonna accept it.
Well, that depends on whether or not he's gonna fib.
Let me tell you something.
No, you listen to me.
You might let Carlos run the show, but that's not the way I operate.
Now, unless he gives me the information that I want, he's gonna pay.
He's gonna pay in a major way.
Do I make myself clear? (LAUGHS) I'm dinky-di Aussie.
I pay my taxes.
I have a beautiful Australian wife.
This country has been kind.
The rest of your family's still in Colombia, aren't they? What, apart from your two brothers in the United States? So how are they enjoying San Quentin? My business is the only tie I have with Colombia.
Importing must be a family trait.
So how's it going, Carlos? Recession getting to you? CARLOS: It has been better.
Oh, surely gambling's keeping your head above water.
How do you think I can help you, Mr Faithful? Aggravated burglaries.
Ah, I know that, yes.
It's monstrous, this hurting of old people.
I have nothing to do with this.
Take my word on this.
Well, the kind of property that's been going off is paintings, stamps, stocks, high-quality jewellery.
They're very hard to unload without someone hearing about it.
I hear things, it's true.
(LAUGHS) But these things I'm sorry.
(CROCKERY CLATTERS) Frogshit.
I don't know these cowards.
Unless you come through with the good oil, I'm gonna raid your gambling houses.
And what are you pulling in a night? Five grand? That's a lot of money, Carlos.
And I'd hate to see your lifestyle go down a very steep hill.
OK.
OK.
I know of a man.
I don't know where he lives.
I don't know what he looks like.
I have only heard this.
You understand? His name is John and he drives a white car.
A Commodore.
Surely you must have clapped eyes on this John.
I don't know him.
(PAGER BEEPS) Someone I should know about? (LAUGHS) That is all I know.
But you'll find out for me.
I have to make a few phone calls.
I have to go.
Yeah, thanks, Carlos.
'Bye.
It doesn't take long to make a few calls.
I'll be watching the clock.
And John Bernovich.
Alias John Bird, would you believe? He's still in the can, isn't he? No, he got out on good behaviour.
That prick would nick his own mum if there was a quid in it.
He found the Lord.
MOON: Hey, Peter.
A mate of yours from the BCI is on the dog and bone.
What's he want? Well, I don't think he's ringing to say he loves you, but Yeah, Sergeant Faithful for Senior Detective Bradley, thanks.
Yeah, mate.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Yeah? Moony, you got a sec? Sure.
Catch up with you later.
What's the go? Carlos has just had dialogue with Bradley at the BCI.
Nothing more on the name, but he reckons our safe house has got a green door.
Well, is that it? All that for that? A green door in Bentleigh.
Mate, the crook's having a loan of you.
Walk away from it before you start shitting in your own nest.
Don't get snaky, Moony.
I think that's all he knows.
Now, I did a pretty good impersonation of a mean cop versus Bradley's brownnosing.
Now, it's not gonna hurt Carlos to tip in about a safe house.
In fact, it's gonna white-ant some of his competition.
OK, I agree, I wish we had more.
Yeah.
So it's all hands on deck? Yeah.
I'll need Docket when you're finished.
His brief can wait.
Can't read his handwriting anyway.
Listen, before you go.
Just close the door, would you? I'm getting some bad vibes from upstairs.
What about? About the office.
Complaints we're getting.
Now, no-one's been mentioned in particular, but I want to know, is there something I should be aware of? It's been a long haul.
We're about to kick a goal.
I can't think of anything else.
OK.
It'd be nice to get a good pinch without any bitches.
You get my drift? Right.
Better get on with it.
Green door? Jesus.
Do you have to write in Swahili, mate? Moony, the boundary include Patterson Road? Uh No, mate, just misses out.
Well, Neighbourhood Watch lady reckons there's a fishy house there.
Doesn't know the door colour but reckons the tenants might be crooks.
Save it for the second sweep.
Sheesh, you're a bundle of optimism.
You got to draw the line somewhere.
Is there something specific you want? We're pretty busy.
Goose! While you're searching, I'd like to look at lead sites in the area.
Why don't you wait till the safe house is confirmed? Better than nothing - at least I can get some samples to compare with the original gunk.
Incidentally, we've hardly any left.
You're kidding.
It gets eaten up by tests.
Look, I don't want to give you a bum steer.
Is it gonna interfere with what you're doing? You know what you're looking for? I'll let you know when we know.
I can't give you an escort.
I'm perfectly capable of knocking on doors without my hand being held.
Don't knock on any doors that are green, OK? Why? Our informant reckons our safe house has got a green door.
Least I'll be first on the scene.
(LAUGHS) Peter.
Bentleigh-based receivers.
IBR can't guarantee that the addresses are current, and none of the owners are named John, but some of them own Commodores.
You want to let the mobiles know? I don't want them singling out any houses at all.
They might start getting tunnel vision.
Right, OK.
Uh-huh.
When's the next session? OK.
Save two places.
I'm sure my husband would love to have a go.
Right.
OK.
Thanks for your help.
See you soon.
'Bye.
Great Barrier Reef, yes.
Werribee Sewerage, no.
It's a swimming pool.
This is scuba diving? You'll love it.
He says he gets a few people trying to sell him homemade diving weights, and they use the lead from old car batteries.
How about that? (KEYPAD BEEPS) And? Well, the man from the diving shop's finding out if there's anyone in Bentleigh Oh.
pouring homemade weights.
Well, that's as good as it's going to get in suburbia.
Unless I've overlooked several acres of battery manufacturing plant.
Hello.
Uh, lan Cochrane, State Forensic.
I'm doing research on lead-related industries.
I'm hoping you can give me some information.
Darbs, are there any crooks in these streets? No, mate.
To be on the safe side, when we're out and about, we use a cover story.
Neighbourhood Watch, something like that.
Don't want to tip our hand unless we have to.
You can blame my missus.
Oh, what an honour.
Lady Macfluff.
Oh! This the last of the green doors? Yes, Your Lord Yep.
Noddy.
Thank you.
OK, uh 13 Hampstead.
Nope.
Nope? Boo-boo-boo-boop-boop.
Nope.
How about, uh, 32 Orion? Got it.
Yep.
No telephone connected.
And it's rented.
Teresa Regoli.
Been there three months.
Pays her rent by bank cheque.
Could be.
Yeah.
Too late for a rates check, I suppose.
No, right ahead of you.
The owner is a Sidney Ress.
He's the local slum landlord.
He's got six houses in Bentleigh and they're all rented.
Do an IBR on him and the woman.
Noddy, she'd be the least probable.
Well, who knows? Problem? Nope.
We've all got to earn our bones, mate.
Look at me.
I've been here 12 months and I still do all the shit jobs.
So I'll be home about 10:30 if you need me.
Just give me a page, OK? Goodnight, everybody.
MEN: Goodnight, boss.
Come here, mate.
What, a couple of token phone calls and he's stuffed? He's got to take the wife on a date.
Wouldn't be under the thumb? So how many houses left to cover? Narrowed it down to three likelies.
It's good.
It's good, 'cause we'll not get any surveillance.
Oh, is that Deputy Dawg's contribution? No, it's mine.
The shadowers are fully committed.
I'm trying to line up district support Fully committed - that's a stock response.
Now, we should be getting priority here.
Well, of course, they wouldn't have heard that before, would they? Well, have you tried the back door? Just for static surveillance? There's no way you'll get the dogs.
(SCOFFS) There's no fridge.
(SIGHS) Looks like they've got some sort of alarm system.
We'll have to whack you down the chimney, Darbs.
Oh, yeah? You and whose army, mate? (LAUGHS) Oh, yeah? Ahh.
Could be a furphy, mate.
DARBY: Why don't we just call the security firm? I mean, I've got the phone number.
Ahh If I can't find anything.
I want to have a look inside.
Yeah, but you haven't got a warrant.
Very defeatist attitude, Darbs.
Oh, God! Come on.
Oh, shit.
DARBY: What? Come and have a look.
Hang on, hang on.
Uh-oh.
What sort is it? Well, at a pinch, I'd say it's a square plackie box sort, mate.
(LAUGHS) Think we've got us a safe house here, Darbs.
You're not wrong, OIlie.
It's just up here.
Alright.
See, I think sometimes, really, you only married me for this.
Oh, your total faith in my abilities played a little bit of a part.
Oh, yeah.
This is it.
Come on, keep walking.
No, I'm just looking.
Supposed to be occupied.
It doesn't look like it is.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Now, this is not a good idea.
Oh.
Oh, dear.
Bad dog.
(LAUGHS) MAN: Out! Get out! I want you out of here! Now get out! Get off her, you prick! Get out! Bitch! Get off her! Bitch! (GROANS) You alright? Yep.
How's your jaw, arsehole? Moony! Got a bit of mail for you, mate.
What's that? Well, the alarm's programmed directly to a paging device.
If she goes off, only bloke that gets to hear about it is the bloke with the pager.
That's a good set-up.
Privacy and protection all in the one go.
You got it, mate.
Same name too - Keith Watts.
So tomorrow I reckon we, uh, ring the company, trace where they send the accounts.
Now, this bloke apparently had the alarm installed a couple of days after he took the lease out.
Pretty sophisticated device too.
It's got movement detectors, reed switches on the windows - the works.
But someone had to let in the technician to install it, now, didn't they? So we might get a better ID? Reckon.
That's good.
Darbs, what about taking a couple of copies of that description you got from the neighbour of the bloke? Oh, God.
Yeh! Oh! Did you take him 20 rounds, mate? How's Chris? FLUFF: Local CI rang.
That nuff-nuff you clouted, he's been carted off to Larundel.
Not a well bloke.
Good.
How'd you go? We done real good, mate.
You eyeballed the target? WOMAN ON RADIO: Oh, yes.
Started the night off young.
Probably dead of old age by now.
OK.
We'll be leaving in five.
I'll get back to you when we're on the road.
Roger dodger.
Bloody hell! Can't you leave the cooking till you get home, Philys? PHIL: It's for Chrissie's dog.
She's coming with us.
You don't mind, do you? I'm not sitting in a car with Fido drooling and farting all over me.
She's alright if the window's open.
Shoot the bloody thing.
Then you won't have to worry about it.
You finished the war paint? Yeah.
I have to do it.
I can't afford plastic surgery.
Well, let's get on with it.
We're just gonna have to make a detour to Peter's car to give Shirley her water.
Christ! When was his last cigarette? 22 hours and 15 minutes ago.
But, hey, who's counting? They say it improves after the first year.
SONG: # I believe we can all be free I believe we can all be free I believe, I believe, I believe Gary the wog's party, right? Right.
Julie.
Yeah.
Give her a freebie.
Oh, no, no, actually, thanks.
I don't want to go in.
I just wanted to talk to you, if you're not too busy.
Look, use it another time.
Thanks.
Oi.
Ticket.
Thank you.
George.
I believe we can all be free Now, what do you want to talk to me about? Do you remember that conversation we had? Yeah.
I've got an excellent memory.
Something people tend to forget.
Well, my vitamin A source has dried up.
And I was just wondering if maybe you could steer me in the right direction.
Oh, yeah? How much are you after? Oh, I'm after a bag.
But only if it's choice.
I'm not interested in street shit.
So do you know anyone that could, you know, do that sort of business? It just so happens, I'm holding a cap.
Right.
It's good stuff.
Right.
Oh, if I like it, can I get more? You know that guy over there? Which one? No, it's OK.
Get a lot of creeps in here.
Oh.
You wait here.
OK.
Thanks.
I'll get you the stuff.
What's going on? Get Elmer Fud out of here.
He's blowing it.
He's getting me a cap.
Door.
Elmer! What? (NIGHTCLUB MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) WOMAN ON RADIO: VL model Commodore.
Bronze colour.
Rego Delta Victor Kilo, 408.
Targets entering premises now.
What's the matter? What's happened? Everything's fine.
What the hell are you doing here? Doc told me I got 'police' tattooed on my forehead.
Look, I haven't got much choice.
There's no movement around the house.
They could be shutting up shop, for all I know.
They've been there for a couple of months.
They could be moving on any day now.
No, don't go straight in.
Not as soon as someone enters.
You hang back.
Might get more than one head.
The prick's got to be the fence.
He goes back to the house to remove property for a buyer.
Nope.
Unknown quantity.
Could be just an associate.
It's got to be someone he trusts.
True.
It's not gonna be one of our ag burglars.
Mm-hm, but just because the neighbour's only seen one person does not mean there aren't other heads to be netted.
They're probably offloading at night, using the garage as cover.
Look, I can't sit off and wait for these guys to do another job.
I can't! These oldies are getting flogged something fierce.
You've not even convinced me these are your crooks! (SIGHS) Next you're gonna try and tell me it's not even a safe house.
Look, we've got the evidence! Now, if we can't get a warrant on this, we're in the wrong bloody job! Look, if you go in now, you might get absolutely nothing, but if you wait, just Alright? We stuff this up, we're both out of a job.
(SIGHS) Alright.
Alright? OK.
Right, I'd better run this past Murdoch.
He's probably just about to hop on top of the wife.
I'd better leave it a minute, I suppose.
Yeah, you'd better wait till he's finished.
Thanks.
(MEN LAUGH) Righto, guys.
12-hour shifts, sitting off the house, starting from now.
We've got the BYO key, mate.
(MEN LAUGH) Do you reckon he uses that stuff? Don't know.
Probably occasionally.
I reckon he's into steroids.
I bet his balls are just a couple of shrivelled-up peanuts.
Didn't look like it to me.
No wonder you're always so worried about her getting raped.
Oh, look, Mickey's not the type to hurt women.
No, no, he's a lovely bloke.
It's just that his hobbies include murdering people.
Only a rumour, only one junkie.
I've met him.
You guys haven't.
10 bucks says he's got a record.
Piss-weak.
20 and you're on.
Right.
How's it going, Elmer? Oh, I'm getting there.
You worked out how to turn it on yet? If he's ringing you at 11:00, I think you should go home now.
Hang on.
I've still got a report to do.
Just write it out roughly.
I'll type it up for you.
I don't want you to be comatose when you talk to him.
How long does it take to do an IBR? I can't find Michael Dyson on record.
You know how to do a manual, don't you? Yes! Well, bloody go and do one.
(KNOCKS) Shit! Sorry, mate.
DSG.
Didn't mean to give you a fright.
Got your warrant.
Fright? Know how to use one of these? Don't do it again.
Anything you need? Yeah, how about giving me your coat? Get stuffed.
You know who I am, son? No.
Doesn't mean you're getting my clothes.
Smart-arse.
No bloody sense of humour.
Well, at least he can type.
Can he really? AC: How's it going with the Majors, Lew? Settled in OK? The men are working well.
We've had a few good arrests.
Unfortunately, success is marred by the amount of complaints we're getting.
10 complaints, 10 arrests.
How can you justify that, when the same frequency's nowhere near that in other squads? Our crooks just don't like being caught, sir.
Other squads aren't having to deal with the calibre of crooks as Major Crime.
Well, I doubt if Armed Robbers would share that view.
Look at Major Crime's recent successes.
They're the best criminals in the state.
They've got the best barristers on retainers.
And they're being advised to fight fire with fire.
They're hoping if they keep making complaints, we'll end up staying away.
I only hope that they're mistaken.
But you can't pass off all the complaints as coming from career crooks.
Well, take the most recent - that 17-year-old girl from the warehouse raid.
That's not an allegation from a hardened criminal.
MURDOCH: When the bulldust settles, that finger will be pointing at her, not at my men.
An allegation like that's the oldest one in the book.
You left yourselves wide open.
There should have been a female officer present.
Or at least as a witness.
In hindsight, but hindsight wasn't available at the time of the raid.
WALLACE: Quite a deal of stolen property was recovered.
Peter Faithful shouldn't have gone in holus-bolus.
He had no regard for repercussions.
And if these complaints are anything to go by, that appears to typify MCS thinking.
You have to shorten the leash.
Shorten the bloody leash, my arse! Just goes to show how out of touch the hierarchy is.
If it was any bloody shorter, nobody would be able to leave the office.
Well, you have to admit, the complaints were getting out of hand.
For Christ's sake, Wal! No more than any other squad.
Robbers get just as many allegations as we do.
But no foundation, no IID investigation.
But when it comes to Major Crime, a crook can say whatever he bloody well likes.
No foundation whatsoever.
But the toecutters? Oh, they're in there like Flynn.
If they want to waste their time, that's their problem.
I wouldn't worry too much about it.
What's happening about Peter Faithful? Oh, nothing, I presume.
The AC's got him marked out.
He was using him to make a point, and not a very good one at that.
It looks to me like they've got him pinned as a scapegoat.
Lew, you know they're toey about Major Crime.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) How's it going? Oh, me or the tests? The tests.
Ah, you'll have to grovel and grease a bit more than that.
I had to get up at dawn for you.
Is it looking like the right source? I've done the mass spec, but it'll be at least another half-hour before I can give you the full profile.
OK.
I shouldn't be asking, I suppose, but, uh, these amphetamines, they didn't come from the same dealer as before, did they? Why do you ask? Well, this lot's only 10%.
You're going backwards.
Sideways.
He's a new dealer.
Aha.
He's a real health junkie.
OK.
The capsules contain residues of branch chain amino acids.
L-leucine and L-isoleucine.
What are they? Protein, for muscle tissue damage.
OK.
Ah! Is that what he's into? Body building.
He's ringing me at 11:00, don't forget.
Oh, it's Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Oh, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Looks like you owe Doc 20.
Juvenile priors don't count.
A record's a record.
And Dyson's got a beauty.
Well, no adult convictions, though.
Jesus.
A record of no complaint.
So what if it was withdrawn? He still beat the shit out of that bloke.
And that was only a couple of years back.
He was probably practising for his crowd control licence.
Don't know why, but for some reason you're feeling too safe with this bloke.
He is not safe.
When I'm with him, I have to feel safe, Whitey.
Can't do the job otherwise.
I want you to take a partner.
No.
To go in as your boyfriend.
Doc or Phil.
Whoever you like.
Told Mickey I didn't have a boyfriend.
That never came out in the debriefing.
It's my arse on the line.
If I thought it would work, I'd take a partner.
But it's too late.
Look, Chris, I've got a bad feeling about him.
It's called nicotine withdrawal.
No, it's called being realistic.
MAN ON RADIO: We're in.
Good.
(STARTS CAR) Divorced.
I can tell every time.
Bloody charming.
Number 32.
No sweat.
We stick out like dog's balls, mate.
(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION) God! Crime 609 to 600.
MAN: Crime 600.
Yeah, we're pissing off.
The OP's in place.
We'll be at the local station.
Roger that.
Backup striking crews travelling.
And I think they've got some tucker in the car for you too.
Mate, they do need to suck up.
Got a good crew for you, Noddy, but I think they've probably tossed it out the window hearing that.
FAITHFUL: Oh, didn't mean the fellas.
Moony.
What's this? List of the places I'll be in case you need me.
Ah, the great gunk hunt.
This one's pretty interesting.
They get old batteries and extract the lead.
Just the sort of place we're after.
Right.
Don't lose your beeper.
Sir.
I've been looking at the warrant.
Yeah.
Reads like dressed-up circumstantial evidence made to look better than it really is.
Yeah.
Could backfire on us.
Well, it's a bit late to have second thoughts.
Upstairs have been on at me to cut down the number of complaints, and I'm buggered if I know how I can.
But it might be an idea if you could attend more raids.
Well, I don't see how my presence is gonna stop vexatious litigants from crapping on.
It might pay to be seen doing something.
I don't see how.
If they can't accept the fact of life, stiff.
Boss, I cannot be everywhere at once.
They're gonna be watching us like a hawk.
It's hardly the best climate for a raid.
Is there any way you can be there when Faithful's crew hammer the door? No.
I don't know when they're going to strike.
How far away is the suspect premises? Not close enough.
The suspect would be home having tea and scones by the time I got there.
Shit! How many days off do you reckon I'd get if I shot myself in the foot? They'd expect you to hop.
(LAUGHS) And then they'd send you the bill for the bullet.
You're probably right.
What did Mickey have to say for himself? You fix a date? We've got an hour.
What? And you agreed? Yes.
It was an ultimatum.
It was now or never.
I had to say yes or we'd lose him.
Then we'll lose him.
I'm not going to walk you into a situation like this.
It's a test! He's trying you on.
It's too dangerous.
No, no, I'll be in a park, out in the open.
The dogs won't miss a trick.
And once I turn up with the money, he'll be satisfied.
He will not be thinking he's being set up.
If he's thinking she's a copper, he'll assume we won't get our shit together in time.
You want to prove him right? Fly it past the boss.
Phil and I will get the dogs organised.
Elmer can go to the bank Shit, where's he got to now? He's doing a job for the super.
Fine.
He'd only stuff up.
What do you think, Phil? Why is he being so cautious? It's not what you'd expect from somebody at his level of dealing.
Anyone who can come up with a grand of amphets overnight isn't gutter-dealing.
You want the job done or not? (BIRDS SQUAWK) MAN ON RADIO: Doesn't your mum know three's a crowd? Target's making her an offer she can't refuse.
I said leave us alone! Come on.
Yeah, we might as well piss off if she won't.
Well, I need to take a leak anyway.
What about finishing our business? No, I never carry bulk on me.
Oh, right.
We have to go pick it up.
Is it nearby? Why do you want to know? Uh Mate, you're not the only one with a weak bladder.
Yeah, all this sitting around in the friggin' cold, eh? (LAUGHS) Absolutely! Gosh! Next time we meet, let's make it somewhere warmer.
Like the bloody Antarctic.
Where did you say you live? I didn't.
But I don't deal from home, if that's what you're thinking.
I'd be shitting blue lights waiting for the narcs to crash on the door.
Yeah, well, you better take a piss.
Yep.
It'll be a good hour.
OK.
WOMAN ON RADIO: He's heading into the ladies'.
My view's stuffed.
Eric? MAN: He's hovering.
Uh-huh, he's going in.
Sarge, what do you reckon? Yeah, yeah, righto.
Let it slide.
They might be doing the transaction.
She'll fire a shot if there's any trouble.
(TOILET FLUSHES) (WATER SPLASHES) Those people you used to deal with What about them? Just a pack of wankers.
Rank amateurs.
Not a very impressive connection for someone who makes out she's so shit-hot.
Mate, why didn't you say so instead of wasting my time? Who do you sell to? Mate, are you gonna give me a list of your buyers? Come on! I want to know who.
No! I want some names, you fucking bitch.
Or the deal's off.
Fine by me.
Out of my way.
You gonna tell me? Yes, you're tough, aren't you? Not bad yourself.
For a sheila.
Thanks.
You're a real laugh.
Hey, just wanted to find out where you're coming from.
It's fair enough, innit? Mate, how paranoid is that? There's definitely no signal, Sarge.
Oh, that's marvellous.
Target's in car.
Door's closed.
Seatbelt.
She's had plenty of time to get out of it.
Her judgment's clouded.
Come on, let's get on with it.
WOMAN ON RADIO: OK.
Got them.
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO) (PHONE RINGS) (TURNS VOLUME DOWN) Yep? Yeah, OK.
Got to drop round to my mate's place.
That OK with you? Which city does he live in? Won't take long.
(TYRES SQUEAL, HORNS HONK) WOMAN ON RADIO: Shit! He's coming back on you.
I've lost the tail.
MAN: I can grab it.
Heading my way.
80 clicks.
85.
He's got a clear run.
No indicator.
Turning left down Welton Street.
I got one car cover.
Shit! You covering me, sweetheart? WOMAN ON RADIO: I'm on Horton.
Stay calm.
Mate, I'm ratshit.
Out of the chase.
Move your fucking truck, sir.
Get out of my way! Suspect travelling west.
We're losing her.
We can't lose her.
She's on her own, for Christ's sake.
Bev, where are you? Travelling east, boss.
Heading for the circular road.
(HORN HONKS) MAN: They're on High Street.
Ferret, north into High Street.
Gotcha, Sarge.
Crime 362 to Crime 350.
We've lost an undercover.
No go on the alarm pager, boss.
How come? Security firm never heard of whoever Keith Watts is.
It was all done over the phone.
The only thing they've got for an address is a PO box.
Mate, that's no way to run a business.
I don't know.
'Tis a recession.
It's no excuse.
Oh, I don't know.
They got a nice bank cheque up front.
Payments always arrived on time.
Perfect.
In fact, they're a little bit upset to think they could have put the kibosh on such a beautiful customer relationship.
Did you tell them where to send their complaint? But, um, we have to see the manager if we want technical details, if you want to do a covert entry.
Yeah, well, it'll be good to have a look inside.
Save a lot of heartache later on.
Why don't you blokes call in on your way to the safe house? Oh, boss, the, uh, security firm's out bloody Woop Woop.
Yeah, alright, OK.
Nothing to say.
GOOSE ON RADIO: Forensics regular to Crime 60.
Oh, it's yours.
Yeah, Goose.
I'm on one of the premises, but I got a problem.
I know you're busy.
But do you reckon somebody could come and give me a hand? Righto.
Hang on a sec.
Boss, it's for you.
It's Goose.
Listen, um Get Noddy to call in on his way back.
And I'll see if I can get BCI to do a covert entry tonight.
Got that? Yep.
Goose.
Moon here.
Just make it snappy, would ya? I gotta try and keep this channel open.
Sorry, but I've run into this fellow, Kowalski, who won't let us into his premises.
Could you send somebody over? He's behaving very suspiciously.
Hey.
Oi! Hang on a second, fellas.
I got something for you to do.
Whoop! G'day, Goose.
Curly.
(COUGHS) That's him over there.
He's a pig.
Careful.
We'II, uh, only aggravate him.
Come on.
We rang yesterday.
It's not as though we just rolled up and demanded to be let in.
He'll be glad you two turned up.
He was threatening to call the police.
So, what do you want us to do? Shoot him or speak to him? Well, try the former.
He isn't capable of rational conversation Stay.
Mmm.
What do you think? He's not one of our ag burglars.
He's all yours.
Thanks.
Mr Kowalski.
You're trespassing.
Mr Kowalski, I'm Detective Howie.
This is Detective Luciano.
Major Crime Squad.
I believe there's been some sort of misunderstanding.
I know my rights.
You can't force your way in here.
Mr Kowalski, we're not here to force anything.
We're conducting an investigation.
This has nothing to do with you.
It's just a bit of scientific knowledge that we're after.
And we'd really appreciate it if you'd let our people on the premises.
Five minutes.
That's all it will take.
What do you reckon? I don't think so.
Are you, uh, afraid we'll dob your son in or something? I don't know what you mean.
Mr Kowalski, we know your son dismantles batteries out the back.
And, uh, strictly speaking, I'm sure that's that's not illegal, but, then again, it must be hard to dispose all those toxic acids, hey? So, would you prefer we get a warrant and make it official? Which would be a pity, because the EPA or the Water Board might get to hear of it.
(CAMERA CLICKS) White Statesman.
Echo Tango Kilo.
Male driver.
Short brown-greyish hair.
Medium build.
Wearing a dark blue suit.
5'10"-ish.
He's walking towards our house.
And he's in.
FAITHFUL: OK, we're travelling.
Keep us posted.
Roger that.
Darbs, get onto the OP post.
Get the rego.
Do an IBR.
DARBY: Crime 600 to 59.
Come in, please.
Boss, cross fingers.
It's happening.
Just in that section.
I, uh, know a few fishing nuts who make their own sinkers.
But, um, seems like a lot of trouble to go to.
But I suppose diving weights are a little less fiddly.
Oh, he just melts it down on the barbecue and pours it into the moulds.
Right.
(PAGER BEEPS) (GUNS CLICK) Couth, a little tip, mate.
I usually do it with one blow.
What, on glass doors? No, mate.
Solid oak with my bare bloody hands.
MAN ON RADIO: Second one seems in a hurry.
Roger.
We got another head inside.
Good.
More the merrier, mate.
Did you get that, Noddy? Yeah, received that.
Righto, guys, just listen up.
Can I just run through this again? Got Couth going first with a hammer.
Then Fluff.
Then me.
MAN ON RADIO: The other fella's letting him in.
Door's closed.
Two in the nest.
FAITHFUL: Yeah, roger, received that.
We're going in now.
Noddy, you still there? Affirmative.
What is it? Grumpy and Docket are on their way.
Just put the brakes on till they get there.
They're only 10 minutes off.
That's a negative.
We've got the suspects in there now.
Righto.
Call it as you see it.
Well, tell him not to stuff it up.
Enjoy yourselves.
MAN: Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Hey, stop! Stop! On the floor! On the floor! Hands behind your back! Hands behind your back! Couth, get in here! MAN: Lie on the ground! Lie on the ground! Face down! Move it! Right, charlie, you're nicked.
What? Receiving stolen property, handling.
Aggravated burglary, you name it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, tell it to the magistrate, pal.
MAN: Secure? All secure, mate.
FLUFF: Did you get all that, Moony? Yes, mate.
Well done.
Well done to Noddy too.
Darbs.
Mmm.
Two heads, no ID as yet.
How you going on the rego? It'll be through in a minute.
OK? Well, keep on it.
Word's just in.
All secure at the safe house.
No drama? No, no drama.
Looks like a great pinch.
The place is busting at the seams with antiques and paintings.
Christ! Is it our gear? Well, uh, the two heads are being a bit tight-lipped at the moment.
I've got Saunders doing a property listing.
And Darbs is trying to work out an ID on the rego.
As soon as I get the house confirmed, I'll put in the shadowers, but I'll tell you, boss, I think this time we've caught them on the hop.
We might have struck gold, Senior Sergeant, and no complaints.
There are no complaints? No, Faithful's done it like clockwork.
It's all bouquets.
No briquettes.
At last! Something decent to take up to Wally that doesn't have an odour.
Two arrests, good recovery and no aggro.
Tell you, boss, I've been going through the recent files, and I can't find any substance in these complaints.
It's all they seem to talk about.
Force command, sir.
They're only worried about bad coverage.
Senior! The target's car's registered to a Toorak company.
A John Rhys.
He's a cleanskin, local businessman.
You're joking.
No.
And he's listed as griping to the ombudsman because one of his shops was burgled last year and he claimed insufficient action by police.
Bastard.
We might have spoken too soon.
Well, bitch or no bitch, it'll still put a smile on Wally's dial.
Good work.
Thanks, mate.
G'day.
Hello.
How are you? Good.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Thanks, mate.
Know anything about this property, that's here, Mickey? Missed out on all the glory, mate? Yeah, well, things only happen when I'm not around.
Noddy.
I'll be right back, Mickey.
Noddy, could I have a moment, thanks? OK, Mickey, you come with me.
We just saw your wife sitting outside in a car.
What? Just down and around the corner.
Your wife is sitting in a car.
What? Safe house.
A bloke with a white shirt, black jacket, well built? Yep.
Oh I'm doing a buy off him.
So, what do you want to do? You want to do a runner? You want to come back for some questioning? There's not much point now that you've stuffed up my job.
Look, I'm sorry.
Yeah, I've spent months on this one.
You want to talk about this later, huh? Oh, if you live that long.
MAN ON RADIO: Crime 350, 362.
362.
Chris is alive and well.
Wants to talk to you.
Channel 6.
Crime 85.
It's the Majors call sign.
Hey.
What do you reckon this is, darling? A dead animal? She's pretty bloody astute, mate.
Someone having a garage sale? Oh, Trev.
Uh, which room do you want hands on first? Mate, I reckon it'd be good if you get a few snaps of this and around the room.
Hey, Nod, the office wants confirmation this is a safe house ASAP.
Oh, listen, the target ID has been identified.
John David Rhys.
And Mickey Dyson? Mm-hm.
Chris was in the middle of doing a drug buy off him.
Oh! Oh, you're bloody joking.
Oh, mate! (LAUGHS) Shit! It was a nice marriage while it lasted, pal.
I thought you liked them with the killer thighs.
Ooh.
Here he is.
With a pygmy.
Oh.
FLUFF: Oh, yeah.
(LAUGHS) Who got himself a big kingie! Reckon he'll take me out with him? Well, you'll be able to ask him in a minute.
Yeah.
What have you dug up? Well, it's difficult to find anything when you've got a bar on his file.
Wouldn't stop you, would it? Not if you gave me the password, it wouldn't, Jim.
Thanks for coming.
We seem to have a mutual interest.
You want to come this way? NCA contribution on Carlos.
Ah! I see.
Just your average Colombian family - drug running, murder.
Drug running.
God.
Compared to his brothers, he's a white sheep.
Oh, he's the old-fashioned romantic, mate.
(LAUGHS) Did Darbs tell you why we're interested in Carlos Augustine? Only that it was in regard to some ag burgs you got going.
We believe that he may have some information that can assist us.
Yeah? We're chasing a couple of shitheads that are doing over oldies.
They're violent jobs, well organised.
They're picking on very vulnerable, well-heeled people.
People who work very hard for their retirement.
Now, paintings, stocks and bonds - it's the kind of property that Augustine's into.
Fencing the stuff, you mean? Or pulling the strings.
I'd know if he was fencing.
What about being the brains behind it? Ag burgs aren't his game.
Makes more money with the stroke of a pen.
This is not cash under the mattress.
This is valuable items that they're knocking off.
Well, he's got a few enemies round the place.
You sure the information isn't from someone stirring the pot? My information is very reliable.
Augustine knows something, and I want to find out what it is.
He gets around.
Maybe it's the company he keeps.
I'll find out.
I want to do that myself.
I want you to arrange a meet.
Oh, your timing's off, mate.
We're in the middle of a very heavy scene, and I'm not gonna risk losing the main player.
This isn't make-believe.
Now, these arseholes are into raping 60-year-old women and turning people's lives into so much shit that they end up blowing their brains out.
Now, we can do this the hard or the easy way.
I'm flexible.
Bullshit! You got nothing on him.
An illegal gambling house.
He never goes near that place.
You won't be able to connect him.
Well, a couple of raids might put the customers off.
Nothing hurts more than the hip pocket.
You blokes aren't only the fire department.
You're the bloody arsonists as well.
Oh, mate! You ought to be bloody ashamed of yourself.
What about our reputation? If the BCI don't want to share No, thanks.
Don't see why we should.
Thanks, mate.
Crikey, you're lucky he didn't ask you where the gaming house was, mate.
Bet he doesn't know himself.
I reckon he does.
That'd be the lever they've got over him.
You don't get someone of Carlos's calibre tipping in for us.
Not without some gentle persuasion.
Yeah, that's true.
What about all those unscheduled stopovers he does in Manila? What do you mean? Darbs reckons he could be a closet shirt-lifter of the prepubescent variety.
Whoa, mate.
Don't bend over and kiss the insignia ring, will you? You know, I only get to have sex with my wife in the kitchen.
We know, Docket.
Haven't you got a toilet? DARBY: What a jumped-up little sprogger.
Could have been anyone and all he says is, "Hello.
Hang on, lovey.
" That's no way to treat an elitist, mate.
Yeah, I wouldn't call my worst enemy 'Iovey'.
That's what I call my wife.
It's a bit late in the day for a powwow, isn't it? Oh, never too late, pal.
BCI reckon you're threatening their relationship with Carlos.
I want to talk to him.
I don't consider that to be unreasonable.
They don't hold the same view.
And not satisfied you're targeting the right bloke here.
That's bullshit, boss.
They just resent us pissing on their patch.
Peter doesn't want to barge in and arrest their bloke, if that's what they think.
No.
I've been told he just wants to turn him over.
FAITHFUL: I suggested that as one possible avenue.
A little information-gathering exercise.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to you they're saying, "Hands off.
" He said he was gonna arrange a meet.
Now he's trying to somersault me.
And you know my source.
We've put a lot of work into this.
We can't just walk away.
I assume you didn't tell BCI the information came from one of their own crooks.
Well, I didn't rate that as worth mentioning.
I don't see why BCI expects us to trust their judgment.
They can't tell the difference between a crook and a copper? MURDOCH: Well, we all make mistakes.
But you're right.
We've shown a good deal of restraint over this matter so far.
You get me Inspector Pierce, BCI.
We should be able to come to some sort of compromise.
Thanks.
Should warn you, Carlos ain't happy about this.
I had to assure him that whatever his answer is, you're gonna accept it.
Well, that depends on whether or not he's gonna fib.
Let me tell you something.
No, you listen to me.
You might let Carlos run the show, but that's not the way I operate.
Now, unless he gives me the information that I want, he's gonna pay.
He's gonna pay in a major way.
Do I make myself clear? (LAUGHS) I'm dinky-di Aussie.
I pay my taxes.
I have a beautiful Australian wife.
This country has been kind.
The rest of your family's still in Colombia, aren't they? What, apart from your two brothers in the United States? So how are they enjoying San Quentin? My business is the only tie I have with Colombia.
Importing must be a family trait.
So how's it going, Carlos? Recession getting to you? CARLOS: It has been better.
Oh, surely gambling's keeping your head above water.
How do you think I can help you, Mr Faithful? Aggravated burglaries.
Ah, I know that, yes.
It's monstrous, this hurting of old people.
I have nothing to do with this.
Take my word on this.
Well, the kind of property that's been going off is paintings, stamps, stocks, high-quality jewellery.
They're very hard to unload without someone hearing about it.
I hear things, it's true.
(LAUGHS) But these things I'm sorry.
(CROCKERY CLATTERS) Frogshit.
I don't know these cowards.
Unless you come through with the good oil, I'm gonna raid your gambling houses.
And what are you pulling in a night? Five grand? That's a lot of money, Carlos.
And I'd hate to see your lifestyle go down a very steep hill.
OK.
OK.
I know of a man.
I don't know where he lives.
I don't know what he looks like.
I have only heard this.
You understand? His name is John and he drives a white car.
A Commodore.
Surely you must have clapped eyes on this John.
I don't know him.
(PAGER BEEPS) Someone I should know about? (LAUGHS) That is all I know.
But you'll find out for me.
I have to make a few phone calls.
I have to go.
Yeah, thanks, Carlos.
'Bye.
It doesn't take long to make a few calls.
I'll be watching the clock.
And John Bernovich.
Alias John Bird, would you believe? He's still in the can, isn't he? No, he got out on good behaviour.
That prick would nick his own mum if there was a quid in it.
He found the Lord.
MOON: Hey, Peter.
A mate of yours from the BCI is on the dog and bone.
What's he want? Well, I don't think he's ringing to say he loves you, but Yeah, Sergeant Faithful for Senior Detective Bradley, thanks.
Yeah, mate.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Yeah? Moony, you got a sec? Sure.
Catch up with you later.
What's the go? Carlos has just had dialogue with Bradley at the BCI.
Nothing more on the name, but he reckons our safe house has got a green door.
Well, is that it? All that for that? A green door in Bentleigh.
Mate, the crook's having a loan of you.
Walk away from it before you start shitting in your own nest.
Don't get snaky, Moony.
I think that's all he knows.
Now, I did a pretty good impersonation of a mean cop versus Bradley's brownnosing.
Now, it's not gonna hurt Carlos to tip in about a safe house.
In fact, it's gonna white-ant some of his competition.
OK, I agree, I wish we had more.
Yeah.
So it's all hands on deck? Yeah.
I'll need Docket when you're finished.
His brief can wait.
Can't read his handwriting anyway.
Listen, before you go.
Just close the door, would you? I'm getting some bad vibes from upstairs.
What about? About the office.
Complaints we're getting.
Now, no-one's been mentioned in particular, but I want to know, is there something I should be aware of? It's been a long haul.
We're about to kick a goal.
I can't think of anything else.
OK.
It'd be nice to get a good pinch without any bitches.
You get my drift? Right.
Better get on with it.
Green door? Jesus.
Do you have to write in Swahili, mate? Moony, the boundary include Patterson Road? Uh No, mate, just misses out.
Well, Neighbourhood Watch lady reckons there's a fishy house there.
Doesn't know the door colour but reckons the tenants might be crooks.
Save it for the second sweep.
Sheesh, you're a bundle of optimism.
You got to draw the line somewhere.
Is there something specific you want? We're pretty busy.
Goose! While you're searching, I'd like to look at lead sites in the area.
Why don't you wait till the safe house is confirmed? Better than nothing - at least I can get some samples to compare with the original gunk.
Incidentally, we've hardly any left.
You're kidding.
It gets eaten up by tests.
Look, I don't want to give you a bum steer.
Is it gonna interfere with what you're doing? You know what you're looking for? I'll let you know when we know.
I can't give you an escort.
I'm perfectly capable of knocking on doors without my hand being held.
Don't knock on any doors that are green, OK? Why? Our informant reckons our safe house has got a green door.
Least I'll be first on the scene.
(LAUGHS) Peter.
Bentleigh-based receivers.
IBR can't guarantee that the addresses are current, and none of the owners are named John, but some of them own Commodores.
You want to let the mobiles know? I don't want them singling out any houses at all.
They might start getting tunnel vision.
Right, OK.
Uh-huh.
When's the next session? OK.
Save two places.
I'm sure my husband would love to have a go.
Right.
OK.
Thanks for your help.
See you soon.
'Bye.
Great Barrier Reef, yes.
Werribee Sewerage, no.
It's a swimming pool.
This is scuba diving? You'll love it.
He says he gets a few people trying to sell him homemade diving weights, and they use the lead from old car batteries.
How about that? (KEYPAD BEEPS) And? Well, the man from the diving shop's finding out if there's anyone in Bentleigh Oh.
pouring homemade weights.
Well, that's as good as it's going to get in suburbia.
Unless I've overlooked several acres of battery manufacturing plant.
Hello.
Uh, lan Cochrane, State Forensic.
I'm doing research on lead-related industries.
I'm hoping you can give me some information.
Darbs, are there any crooks in these streets? No, mate.
To be on the safe side, when we're out and about, we use a cover story.
Neighbourhood Watch, something like that.
Don't want to tip our hand unless we have to.
You can blame my missus.
Oh, what an honour.
Lady Macfluff.
Oh! This the last of the green doors? Yes, Your Lord Yep.
Noddy.
Thank you.
OK, uh 13 Hampstead.
Nope.
Nope? Boo-boo-boo-boop-boop.
Nope.
How about, uh, 32 Orion? Got it.
Yep.
No telephone connected.
And it's rented.
Teresa Regoli.
Been there three months.
Pays her rent by bank cheque.
Could be.
Yeah.
Too late for a rates check, I suppose.
No, right ahead of you.
The owner is a Sidney Ress.
He's the local slum landlord.
He's got six houses in Bentleigh and they're all rented.
Do an IBR on him and the woman.
Noddy, she'd be the least probable.
Well, who knows? Problem? Nope.
We've all got to earn our bones, mate.
Look at me.
I've been here 12 months and I still do all the shit jobs.
So I'll be home about 10:30 if you need me.
Just give me a page, OK? Goodnight, everybody.
MEN: Goodnight, boss.
Come here, mate.
What, a couple of token phone calls and he's stuffed? He's got to take the wife on a date.
Wouldn't be under the thumb? So how many houses left to cover? Narrowed it down to three likelies.
It's good.
It's good, 'cause we'll not get any surveillance.
Oh, is that Deputy Dawg's contribution? No, it's mine.
The shadowers are fully committed.
I'm trying to line up district support Fully committed - that's a stock response.
Now, we should be getting priority here.
Well, of course, they wouldn't have heard that before, would they? Well, have you tried the back door? Just for static surveillance? There's no way you'll get the dogs.
(SCOFFS) There's no fridge.
(SIGHS) Looks like they've got some sort of alarm system.
We'll have to whack you down the chimney, Darbs.
Oh, yeah? You and whose army, mate? (LAUGHS) Oh, yeah? Ahh.
Could be a furphy, mate.
DARBY: Why don't we just call the security firm? I mean, I've got the phone number.
Ahh If I can't find anything.
I want to have a look inside.
Yeah, but you haven't got a warrant.
Very defeatist attitude, Darbs.
Oh, God! Come on.
Oh, shit.
DARBY: What? Come and have a look.
Hang on, hang on.
Uh-oh.
What sort is it? Well, at a pinch, I'd say it's a square plackie box sort, mate.
(LAUGHS) Think we've got us a safe house here, Darbs.
You're not wrong, OIlie.
It's just up here.
Alright.
See, I think sometimes, really, you only married me for this.
Oh, your total faith in my abilities played a little bit of a part.
Oh, yeah.
This is it.
Come on, keep walking.
No, I'm just looking.
Supposed to be occupied.
It doesn't look like it is.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Now, this is not a good idea.
Oh.
Oh, dear.
Bad dog.
(LAUGHS) MAN: Out! Get out! I want you out of here! Now get out! Get off her, you prick! Get out! Bitch! Get off her! Bitch! (GROANS) You alright? Yep.
How's your jaw, arsehole? Moony! Got a bit of mail for you, mate.
What's that? Well, the alarm's programmed directly to a paging device.
If she goes off, only bloke that gets to hear about it is the bloke with the pager.
That's a good set-up.
Privacy and protection all in the one go.
You got it, mate.
Same name too - Keith Watts.
So tomorrow I reckon we, uh, ring the company, trace where they send the accounts.
Now, this bloke apparently had the alarm installed a couple of days after he took the lease out.
Pretty sophisticated device too.
It's got movement detectors, reed switches on the windows - the works.
But someone had to let in the technician to install it, now, didn't they? So we might get a better ID? Reckon.
That's good.
Darbs, what about taking a couple of copies of that description you got from the neighbour of the bloke? Oh, God.
Yeh! Oh! Did you take him 20 rounds, mate? How's Chris? FLUFF: Local CI rang.
That nuff-nuff you clouted, he's been carted off to Larundel.
Not a well bloke.
Good.
How'd you go? We done real good, mate.
You eyeballed the target? WOMAN ON RADIO: Oh, yes.
Started the night off young.
Probably dead of old age by now.
OK.
We'll be leaving in five.
I'll get back to you when we're on the road.
Roger dodger.
Bloody hell! Can't you leave the cooking till you get home, Philys? PHIL: It's for Chrissie's dog.
She's coming with us.
You don't mind, do you? I'm not sitting in a car with Fido drooling and farting all over me.
She's alright if the window's open.
Shoot the bloody thing.
Then you won't have to worry about it.
You finished the war paint? Yeah.
I have to do it.
I can't afford plastic surgery.
Well, let's get on with it.
We're just gonna have to make a detour to Peter's car to give Shirley her water.
Christ! When was his last cigarette? 22 hours and 15 minutes ago.
But, hey, who's counting? They say it improves after the first year.
SONG: # I believe we can all be free I believe we can all be free I believe, I believe, I believe Gary the wog's party, right? Right.
Julie.
Yeah.
Give her a freebie.
Oh, no, no, actually, thanks.
I don't want to go in.
I just wanted to talk to you, if you're not too busy.
Look, use it another time.
Thanks.
Oi.
Ticket.
Thank you.
George.
I believe we can all be free Now, what do you want to talk to me about? Do you remember that conversation we had? Yeah.
I've got an excellent memory.
Something people tend to forget.
Well, my vitamin A source has dried up.
And I was just wondering if maybe you could steer me in the right direction.
Oh, yeah? How much are you after? Oh, I'm after a bag.
But only if it's choice.
I'm not interested in street shit.
So do you know anyone that could, you know, do that sort of business? It just so happens, I'm holding a cap.
Right.
It's good stuff.
Right.
Oh, if I like it, can I get more? You know that guy over there? Which one? No, it's OK.
Get a lot of creeps in here.
Oh.
You wait here.
OK.
Thanks.
I'll get you the stuff.
What's going on? Get Elmer Fud out of here.
He's blowing it.
He's getting me a cap.
Door.
Elmer! What? (NIGHTCLUB MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) WOMAN ON RADIO: VL model Commodore.
Bronze colour.
Rego Delta Victor Kilo, 408.
Targets entering premises now.
What's the matter? What's happened? Everything's fine.
What the hell are you doing here? Doc told me I got 'police' tattooed on my forehead.
Look, I haven't got much choice.
There's no movement around the house.
They could be shutting up shop, for all I know.
They've been there for a couple of months.
They could be moving on any day now.
No, don't go straight in.
Not as soon as someone enters.
You hang back.
Might get more than one head.
The prick's got to be the fence.
He goes back to the house to remove property for a buyer.
Nope.
Unknown quantity.
Could be just an associate.
It's got to be someone he trusts.
True.
It's not gonna be one of our ag burglars.
Mm-hm, but just because the neighbour's only seen one person does not mean there aren't other heads to be netted.
They're probably offloading at night, using the garage as cover.
Look, I can't sit off and wait for these guys to do another job.
I can't! These oldies are getting flogged something fierce.
You've not even convinced me these are your crooks! (SIGHS) Next you're gonna try and tell me it's not even a safe house.
Look, we've got the evidence! Now, if we can't get a warrant on this, we're in the wrong bloody job! Look, if you go in now, you might get absolutely nothing, but if you wait, just Alright? We stuff this up, we're both out of a job.
(SIGHS) Alright.
Alright? OK.
Right, I'd better run this past Murdoch.
He's probably just about to hop on top of the wife.
I'd better leave it a minute, I suppose.
Yeah, you'd better wait till he's finished.
Thanks.
(MEN LAUGH) Righto, guys.
12-hour shifts, sitting off the house, starting from now.
We've got the BYO key, mate.
(MEN LAUGH) Do you reckon he uses that stuff? Don't know.
Probably occasionally.
I reckon he's into steroids.
I bet his balls are just a couple of shrivelled-up peanuts.
Didn't look like it to me.
No wonder you're always so worried about her getting raped.
Oh, look, Mickey's not the type to hurt women.
No, no, he's a lovely bloke.
It's just that his hobbies include murdering people.
Only a rumour, only one junkie.
I've met him.
You guys haven't.
10 bucks says he's got a record.
Piss-weak.
20 and you're on.
Right.
How's it going, Elmer? Oh, I'm getting there.
You worked out how to turn it on yet? If he's ringing you at 11:00, I think you should go home now.
Hang on.
I've still got a report to do.
Just write it out roughly.
I'll type it up for you.
I don't want you to be comatose when you talk to him.
How long does it take to do an IBR? I can't find Michael Dyson on record.
You know how to do a manual, don't you? Yes! Well, bloody go and do one.
(KNOCKS) Shit! Sorry, mate.
DSG.
Didn't mean to give you a fright.
Got your warrant.
Fright? Know how to use one of these? Don't do it again.
Anything you need? Yeah, how about giving me your coat? Get stuffed.
You know who I am, son? No.
Doesn't mean you're getting my clothes.
Smart-arse.
No bloody sense of humour.
Well, at least he can type.
Can he really? AC: How's it going with the Majors, Lew? Settled in OK? The men are working well.
We've had a few good arrests.
Unfortunately, success is marred by the amount of complaints we're getting.
10 complaints, 10 arrests.
How can you justify that, when the same frequency's nowhere near that in other squads? Our crooks just don't like being caught, sir.
Other squads aren't having to deal with the calibre of crooks as Major Crime.
Well, I doubt if Armed Robbers would share that view.
Look at Major Crime's recent successes.
They're the best criminals in the state.
They've got the best barristers on retainers.
And they're being advised to fight fire with fire.
They're hoping if they keep making complaints, we'll end up staying away.
I only hope that they're mistaken.
But you can't pass off all the complaints as coming from career crooks.
Well, take the most recent - that 17-year-old girl from the warehouse raid.
That's not an allegation from a hardened criminal.
MURDOCH: When the bulldust settles, that finger will be pointing at her, not at my men.
An allegation like that's the oldest one in the book.
You left yourselves wide open.
There should have been a female officer present.
Or at least as a witness.
In hindsight, but hindsight wasn't available at the time of the raid.
WALLACE: Quite a deal of stolen property was recovered.
Peter Faithful shouldn't have gone in holus-bolus.
He had no regard for repercussions.
And if these complaints are anything to go by, that appears to typify MCS thinking.
You have to shorten the leash.
Shorten the bloody leash, my arse! Just goes to show how out of touch the hierarchy is.
If it was any bloody shorter, nobody would be able to leave the office.
Well, you have to admit, the complaints were getting out of hand.
For Christ's sake, Wal! No more than any other squad.
Robbers get just as many allegations as we do.
But no foundation, no IID investigation.
But when it comes to Major Crime, a crook can say whatever he bloody well likes.
No foundation whatsoever.
But the toecutters? Oh, they're in there like Flynn.
If they want to waste their time, that's their problem.
I wouldn't worry too much about it.
What's happening about Peter Faithful? Oh, nothing, I presume.
The AC's got him marked out.
He was using him to make a point, and not a very good one at that.
It looks to me like they've got him pinned as a scapegoat.
Lew, you know they're toey about Major Crime.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) How's it going? Oh, me or the tests? The tests.
Ah, you'll have to grovel and grease a bit more than that.
I had to get up at dawn for you.
Is it looking like the right source? I've done the mass spec, but it'll be at least another half-hour before I can give you the full profile.
OK.
I shouldn't be asking, I suppose, but, uh, these amphetamines, they didn't come from the same dealer as before, did they? Why do you ask? Well, this lot's only 10%.
You're going backwards.
Sideways.
He's a new dealer.
Aha.
He's a real health junkie.
OK.
The capsules contain residues of branch chain amino acids.
L-leucine and L-isoleucine.
What are they? Protein, for muscle tissue damage.
OK.
Ah! Is that what he's into? Body building.
He's ringing me at 11:00, don't forget.
Oh, it's Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Oh, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Looks like you owe Doc 20.
Juvenile priors don't count.
A record's a record.
And Dyson's got a beauty.
Well, no adult convictions, though.
Jesus.
A record of no complaint.
So what if it was withdrawn? He still beat the shit out of that bloke.
And that was only a couple of years back.
He was probably practising for his crowd control licence.
Don't know why, but for some reason you're feeling too safe with this bloke.
He is not safe.
When I'm with him, I have to feel safe, Whitey.
Can't do the job otherwise.
I want you to take a partner.
No.
To go in as your boyfriend.
Doc or Phil.
Whoever you like.
Told Mickey I didn't have a boyfriend.
That never came out in the debriefing.
It's my arse on the line.
If I thought it would work, I'd take a partner.
But it's too late.
Look, Chris, I've got a bad feeling about him.
It's called nicotine withdrawal.
No, it's called being realistic.
MAN ON RADIO: We're in.
Good.
(STARTS CAR) Divorced.
I can tell every time.
Bloody charming.
Number 32.
No sweat.
We stick out like dog's balls, mate.
(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION) God! Crime 609 to 600.
MAN: Crime 600.
Yeah, we're pissing off.
The OP's in place.
We'll be at the local station.
Roger that.
Backup striking crews travelling.
And I think they've got some tucker in the car for you too.
Mate, they do need to suck up.
Got a good crew for you, Noddy, but I think they've probably tossed it out the window hearing that.
FAITHFUL: Oh, didn't mean the fellas.
Moony.
What's this? List of the places I'll be in case you need me.
Ah, the great gunk hunt.
This one's pretty interesting.
They get old batteries and extract the lead.
Just the sort of place we're after.
Right.
Don't lose your beeper.
Sir.
I've been looking at the warrant.
Yeah.
Reads like dressed-up circumstantial evidence made to look better than it really is.
Yeah.
Could backfire on us.
Well, it's a bit late to have second thoughts.
Upstairs have been on at me to cut down the number of complaints, and I'm buggered if I know how I can.
But it might be an idea if you could attend more raids.
Well, I don't see how my presence is gonna stop vexatious litigants from crapping on.
It might pay to be seen doing something.
I don't see how.
If they can't accept the fact of life, stiff.
Boss, I cannot be everywhere at once.
They're gonna be watching us like a hawk.
It's hardly the best climate for a raid.
Is there any way you can be there when Faithful's crew hammer the door? No.
I don't know when they're going to strike.
How far away is the suspect premises? Not close enough.
The suspect would be home having tea and scones by the time I got there.
Shit! How many days off do you reckon I'd get if I shot myself in the foot? They'd expect you to hop.
(LAUGHS) And then they'd send you the bill for the bullet.
You're probably right.
What did Mickey have to say for himself? You fix a date? We've got an hour.
What? And you agreed? Yes.
It was an ultimatum.
It was now or never.
I had to say yes or we'd lose him.
Then we'll lose him.
I'm not going to walk you into a situation like this.
It's a test! He's trying you on.
It's too dangerous.
No, no, I'll be in a park, out in the open.
The dogs won't miss a trick.
And once I turn up with the money, he'll be satisfied.
He will not be thinking he's being set up.
If he's thinking she's a copper, he'll assume we won't get our shit together in time.
You want to prove him right? Fly it past the boss.
Phil and I will get the dogs organised.
Elmer can go to the bank Shit, where's he got to now? He's doing a job for the super.
Fine.
He'd only stuff up.
What do you think, Phil? Why is he being so cautious? It's not what you'd expect from somebody at his level of dealing.
Anyone who can come up with a grand of amphets overnight isn't gutter-dealing.
You want the job done or not? (BIRDS SQUAWK) MAN ON RADIO: Doesn't your mum know three's a crowd? Target's making her an offer she can't refuse.
I said leave us alone! Come on.
Yeah, we might as well piss off if she won't.
Well, I need to take a leak anyway.
What about finishing our business? No, I never carry bulk on me.
Oh, right.
We have to go pick it up.
Is it nearby? Why do you want to know? Uh Mate, you're not the only one with a weak bladder.
Yeah, all this sitting around in the friggin' cold, eh? (LAUGHS) Absolutely! Gosh! Next time we meet, let's make it somewhere warmer.
Like the bloody Antarctic.
Where did you say you live? I didn't.
But I don't deal from home, if that's what you're thinking.
I'd be shitting blue lights waiting for the narcs to crash on the door.
Yeah, well, you better take a piss.
Yep.
It'll be a good hour.
OK.
WOMAN ON RADIO: He's heading into the ladies'.
My view's stuffed.
Eric? MAN: He's hovering.
Uh-huh, he's going in.
Sarge, what do you reckon? Yeah, yeah, righto.
Let it slide.
They might be doing the transaction.
She'll fire a shot if there's any trouble.
(TOILET FLUSHES) (WATER SPLASHES) Those people you used to deal with What about them? Just a pack of wankers.
Rank amateurs.
Not a very impressive connection for someone who makes out she's so shit-hot.
Mate, why didn't you say so instead of wasting my time? Who do you sell to? Mate, are you gonna give me a list of your buyers? Come on! I want to know who.
No! I want some names, you fucking bitch.
Or the deal's off.
Fine by me.
Out of my way.
You gonna tell me? Yes, you're tough, aren't you? Not bad yourself.
For a sheila.
Thanks.
You're a real laugh.
Hey, just wanted to find out where you're coming from.
It's fair enough, innit? Mate, how paranoid is that? There's definitely no signal, Sarge.
Oh, that's marvellous.
Target's in car.
Door's closed.
Seatbelt.
She's had plenty of time to get out of it.
Her judgment's clouded.
Come on, let's get on with it.
WOMAN ON RADIO: OK.
Got them.
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO) (PHONE RINGS) (TURNS VOLUME DOWN) Yep? Yeah, OK.
Got to drop round to my mate's place.
That OK with you? Which city does he live in? Won't take long.
(TYRES SQUEAL, HORNS HONK) WOMAN ON RADIO: Shit! He's coming back on you.
I've lost the tail.
MAN: I can grab it.
Heading my way.
80 clicks.
85.
He's got a clear run.
No indicator.
Turning left down Welton Street.
I got one car cover.
Shit! You covering me, sweetheart? WOMAN ON RADIO: I'm on Horton.
Stay calm.
Mate, I'm ratshit.
Out of the chase.
Move your fucking truck, sir.
Get out of my way! Suspect travelling west.
We're losing her.
We can't lose her.
She's on her own, for Christ's sake.
Bev, where are you? Travelling east, boss.
Heading for the circular road.
(HORN HONKS) MAN: They're on High Street.
Ferret, north into High Street.
Gotcha, Sarge.
Crime 362 to Crime 350.
We've lost an undercover.
No go on the alarm pager, boss.
How come? Security firm never heard of whoever Keith Watts is.
It was all done over the phone.
The only thing they've got for an address is a PO box.
Mate, that's no way to run a business.
I don't know.
'Tis a recession.
It's no excuse.
Oh, I don't know.
They got a nice bank cheque up front.
Payments always arrived on time.
Perfect.
In fact, they're a little bit upset to think they could have put the kibosh on such a beautiful customer relationship.
Did you tell them where to send their complaint? But, um, we have to see the manager if we want technical details, if you want to do a covert entry.
Yeah, well, it'll be good to have a look inside.
Save a lot of heartache later on.
Why don't you blokes call in on your way to the safe house? Oh, boss, the, uh, security firm's out bloody Woop Woop.
Yeah, alright, OK.
Nothing to say.
GOOSE ON RADIO: Forensics regular to Crime 60.
Oh, it's yours.
Yeah, Goose.
I'm on one of the premises, but I got a problem.
I know you're busy.
But do you reckon somebody could come and give me a hand? Righto.
Hang on a sec.
Boss, it's for you.
It's Goose.
Listen, um Get Noddy to call in on his way back.
And I'll see if I can get BCI to do a covert entry tonight.
Got that? Yep.
Goose.
Moon here.
Just make it snappy, would ya? I gotta try and keep this channel open.
Sorry, but I've run into this fellow, Kowalski, who won't let us into his premises.
Could you send somebody over? He's behaving very suspiciously.
Hey.
Oi! Hang on a second, fellas.
I got something for you to do.
Whoop! G'day, Goose.
Curly.
(COUGHS) That's him over there.
He's a pig.
Careful.
We'II, uh, only aggravate him.
Come on.
We rang yesterday.
It's not as though we just rolled up and demanded to be let in.
He'll be glad you two turned up.
He was threatening to call the police.
So, what do you want us to do? Shoot him or speak to him? Well, try the former.
He isn't capable of rational conversation Stay.
Mmm.
What do you think? He's not one of our ag burglars.
He's all yours.
Thanks.
Mr Kowalski.
You're trespassing.
Mr Kowalski, I'm Detective Howie.
This is Detective Luciano.
Major Crime Squad.
I believe there's been some sort of misunderstanding.
I know my rights.
You can't force your way in here.
Mr Kowalski, we're not here to force anything.
We're conducting an investigation.
This has nothing to do with you.
It's just a bit of scientific knowledge that we're after.
And we'd really appreciate it if you'd let our people on the premises.
Five minutes.
That's all it will take.
What do you reckon? I don't think so.
Are you, uh, afraid we'll dob your son in or something? I don't know what you mean.
Mr Kowalski, we know your son dismantles batteries out the back.
And, uh, strictly speaking, I'm sure that's that's not illegal, but, then again, it must be hard to dispose all those toxic acids, hey? So, would you prefer we get a warrant and make it official? Which would be a pity, because the EPA or the Water Board might get to hear of it.
(CAMERA CLICKS) White Statesman.
Echo Tango Kilo.
Male driver.
Short brown-greyish hair.
Medium build.
Wearing a dark blue suit.
5'10"-ish.
He's walking towards our house.
And he's in.
FAITHFUL: OK, we're travelling.
Keep us posted.
Roger that.
Darbs, get onto the OP post.
Get the rego.
Do an IBR.
DARBY: Crime 600 to 59.
Come in, please.
Boss, cross fingers.
It's happening.
Just in that section.
I, uh, know a few fishing nuts who make their own sinkers.
But, um, seems like a lot of trouble to go to.
But I suppose diving weights are a little less fiddly.
Oh, he just melts it down on the barbecue and pours it into the moulds.
Right.
(PAGER BEEPS) (GUNS CLICK) Couth, a little tip, mate.
I usually do it with one blow.
What, on glass doors? No, mate.
Solid oak with my bare bloody hands.
MAN ON RADIO: Second one seems in a hurry.
Roger.
We got another head inside.
Good.
More the merrier, mate.
Did you get that, Noddy? Yeah, received that.
Righto, guys, just listen up.
Can I just run through this again? Got Couth going first with a hammer.
Then Fluff.
Then me.
MAN ON RADIO: The other fella's letting him in.
Door's closed.
Two in the nest.
FAITHFUL: Yeah, roger, received that.
We're going in now.
Noddy, you still there? Affirmative.
What is it? Grumpy and Docket are on their way.
Just put the brakes on till they get there.
They're only 10 minutes off.
That's a negative.
We've got the suspects in there now.
Righto.
Call it as you see it.
Well, tell him not to stuff it up.
Enjoy yourselves.
MAN: Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Hey, stop! Stop! On the floor! On the floor! Hands behind your back! Hands behind your back! Couth, get in here! MAN: Lie on the ground! Lie on the ground! Face down! Move it! Right, charlie, you're nicked.
What? Receiving stolen property, handling.
Aggravated burglary, you name it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, tell it to the magistrate, pal.
MAN: Secure? All secure, mate.
FLUFF: Did you get all that, Moony? Yes, mate.
Well done.
Well done to Noddy too.
Darbs.
Mmm.
Two heads, no ID as yet.
How you going on the rego? It'll be through in a minute.
OK? Well, keep on it.
Word's just in.
All secure at the safe house.
No drama? No, no drama.
Looks like a great pinch.
The place is busting at the seams with antiques and paintings.
Christ! Is it our gear? Well, uh, the two heads are being a bit tight-lipped at the moment.
I've got Saunders doing a property listing.
And Darbs is trying to work out an ID on the rego.
As soon as I get the house confirmed, I'll put in the shadowers, but I'll tell you, boss, I think this time we've caught them on the hop.
We might have struck gold, Senior Sergeant, and no complaints.
There are no complaints? No, Faithful's done it like clockwork.
It's all bouquets.
No briquettes.
At last! Something decent to take up to Wally that doesn't have an odour.
Two arrests, good recovery and no aggro.
Tell you, boss, I've been going through the recent files, and I can't find any substance in these complaints.
It's all they seem to talk about.
Force command, sir.
They're only worried about bad coverage.
Senior! The target's car's registered to a Toorak company.
A John Rhys.
He's a cleanskin, local businessman.
You're joking.
No.
And he's listed as griping to the ombudsman because one of his shops was burgled last year and he claimed insufficient action by police.
Bastard.
We might have spoken too soon.
Well, bitch or no bitch, it'll still put a smile on Wally's dial.
Good work.
Thanks, mate.
G'day.
Hello.
How are you? Good.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Thanks, mate.
Know anything about this property, that's here, Mickey? Missed out on all the glory, mate? Yeah, well, things only happen when I'm not around.
Noddy.
I'll be right back, Mickey.
Noddy, could I have a moment, thanks? OK, Mickey, you come with me.
We just saw your wife sitting outside in a car.
What? Just down and around the corner.
Your wife is sitting in a car.
What? Safe house.
A bloke with a white shirt, black jacket, well built? Yep.
Oh I'm doing a buy off him.
So, what do you want to do? You want to do a runner? You want to come back for some questioning? There's not much point now that you've stuffed up my job.
Look, I'm sorry.
Yeah, I've spent months on this one.
You want to talk about this later, huh? Oh, if you live that long.
MAN ON RADIO: Crime 350, 362.
362.
Chris is alive and well.
Wants to talk to you.
Channel 6.
Crime 85.
It's the Majors call sign.
Hey.
What do you reckon this is, darling? A dead animal? She's pretty bloody astute, mate.
Someone having a garage sale? Oh, Trev.
Uh, which room do you want hands on first? Mate, I reckon it'd be good if you get a few snaps of this and around the room.
Hey, Nod, the office wants confirmation this is a safe house ASAP.
Oh, listen, the target ID has been identified.
John David Rhys.
And Mickey Dyson? Mm-hm.
Chris was in the middle of doing a drug buy off him.
Oh! Oh, you're bloody joking.
Oh, mate! (LAUGHS) Shit! It was a nice marriage while it lasted, pal.