Phoenix (1992) s02e10 Episode Script
Shulling the Deck
(MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) MAN ON POLICE RADIO: Snake's keeping close.
Got a clear eyeball on the target.
Just going about his business.
Do you reckon anyone's told these jerks there's a recession? I still think this is a waste of time.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Target's heading my way.
Nearing the bar.
Having a quiet word with another bouncer.
Listen to that.
Listen to how much noise there is.
They'd be lucky to hear me fart.
Ah! Phil, it's living flesh, mate.
I'm more worried about hearing you shitting yourself.
I told you, he's dangerous.
I don't trust him.
(GASPS IN PAIN) Phil.
Look, take it easy, will you? OK, I'm sorry.
(POP SONG PLAYS) Your hair! What did you do? You shut up.
How's the surf? He can't surf.
(WOMAN LAUGHS) Hi.
Hi.
Um, water, Scotch and soda.
Yep, no worries.
Thanks, mate.
That's alright.
Now, what can I tell you? Nice friend you turned out to be.
These things happen.
Oh, right.
So have you taken anyone else to meet your friends while they get busted by the cops? Come here.
He's taking her through the main drag.
Looks like he wants a little chat.
WOMAN: They're just heading into the kitchen.
One door in and one door out.
No rear exit.
CHRIS: Yeah, well, you scared the living shit out of me.
I mean, I started to wonder what was happening.
I got out of the car and I find the place swarming with pigs.
Look, I'm sorry, you know? I got busted for stolen property.
I'd never seen the stuff before.
I thought it was drugs.
No way.
I was just doing a bloke a bit of a favour.
Look, I told the pigs I don't know nothin'.
Yeah, well, you didn't do me any favours, did you? What about my buy? I'm hot at the moment.
I'd rather pull my head in and stick to my regulars.
You know how it is.
What am I supposed to do? I've got people counting on me.
I have got good buyers.
Now, you told me that you could deliver and I believed you.
Shit happens.
Look, I've got lawyers to pay.
Hey, mate, I don't wanna hear about that - big-noting yourself! Shit like you.
I hate shit like you.
Don't you get smart with me.
I don't like bitches who get too smart.
I promise I deliver.
It's called business.
Now, look, my, um my supplier's moving his shop.
There's nothing around for a few weeks anyway.
I could put you onto someone, though.
Nah, I guess I owe you some, don't I? He does coke.
It's the best I can do at short notice.
Well, what about speed? No, you'll have to wait.
Look, his stuff's good - it's top quality.
Alright.
Let me speak to my man, see what he thinks we can get rid of.
How do I get in touch with this guy? Look, you don't.
I'll contact him, see if he wants the deal.
Then I'll call you.
OK? Cochrane.
Lan.
Forensic.
WOMAN: A junkie - that's what they're called, isn't it? Yeah, but anything in particular make you think he was on drugs? He broke into my house.
This is not the action of a sane man.
I don't know why you don't dole that stuff out.
Are you Mr Cochrane? No, Little Red Riding Hood.
But I rang the operator.
Marvellous, isn't it? You ring, I come.
Oh, they told me they'd page you.
We'd cancelled the call.
Oh.
Don said he didn't need you.
We cancelled you.
Mmm.
So I've been told.
Hardly worth your while, Mr Cochrane.
Dickhead took three goes to break in and the wife flogged him.
No bloody pro, that's for sure.
Can you get on the blower, do a ring round the hospital - head injuries consistent with a blunt weapon, male, late 20s? This is the point of entry? Yeah, very sophisticated.
Half a brick.
Had a go at the back door first, then the laundry window and third time lucky.
What did she hit him with? A blackfella's waddy.
It's over in the corner.
Technical term, that, is it? It's Mrs Addison's, actually.
Says she keeps it by her bed for protection.
Few more blackfellas had them 200 years ago, wouldn't be so many of us now.
Is it alright to look around? Yeah, there's a couple of things I wanna take prints off, so just keep to looking for the time being.
MAN: When the crooks broke in, were you in the house? Er, if we can start again, please, Mrs Addison? MAN: Bed! Where else would I be at that time of night? And what happened then? He had a g-gun.
(LOUDLY) Can you remember anything about the gun? Was it big? Was it small? Was it what? What sort of gun was it?! Big cannon.
Can you be more specific? A bloody big cannon! He was solo? Mmm.
Left his mark.
Got a bit of a bald spot, I gather.
(CHUCKLES) Lucky to get away.
Good sort, Mrs Addison - mind like a steel trap.
Husband Ted Addison, is it? Yeah, know him? Indirectly.
TED: Bloody big black gun! WOMAN: Look, mate, it's just a simple bloody question - have you seen anyone bleeding from the top of his noggin? TED: Taking quite a while.
MAN: Yes, I know you want us to finish and leave you alone and I know you're tired, but just bear with me a moment longer.
What else can you tell me about the crook? He was anaemic.
It's, er, lan Cochrane, Mr Addison.
Er you-you taught my brother, Barry.
Er, Alfred Hospital, about 10 years ago.
Anaesthetics.
That's right.
(LAUGHS) He's in America now.
Sacramento.
Well, they they treating you right, are they? He thinks I'm an idiot.
(LAUGHS) So, what's this you said about the fella being anaemic? Got a ruddy great hole in the side of his head.
You with this lot, then? Forensic.
(SCOFFS) Bunch of wankers.
(LAUGHS) What about all that f-foetal blood with Azaria? You in that, were you? No.
(LAUGHS) Idiots - arguing that black's white.
Call that science? I could tell you a few stories about medical stuff-ups.
Well, you won't find anything here.
Except the blood group! (BOTH LAUGH) Oh, I've finished with the dusting, if you wanna have a go.
Give him hell.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
(DOG BARKS) WOMAN: Shirl, get down.
Darling! Oh! Hi.
I hit a dozen red lights on the way home.
It took forever.
Oh, we're out of paper, hon.
Hang on.
(CLEARS THROAT) So how'd you go? What? How'd you go last night? He's getting me a cocaine dealer.
Cocaine? You're kidding me.
What did you say? Oh, I said he's having you on.
Well, maybe.
You think he is.
No, he's a lying prick.
I'm sick of amphetamines.
Oh, you poor thing.
No, I really do - I want something exciting.
I want something, you know, bigger.
Well, you've got me.
Oh, yeah.
Mmm.
You think you're gonna make my day, do you? Yeah.
Oh! Pig! So, er, did he give you a name? Um, he's gonna give me a call.
Yeah, sure.
Cheque's in the mail.
Darling, what does it hurt to be positive? Do you hear me being negative with you? I'm just being realistic.
So, what did Whitey say? He think this, er, coke thing's a goer? I mean, is there any connection to our importation? Yeah, well, you know, we're gonna have to wait and see, basically.
Darl, can you do me a favour and grab me my blue shirt? "Please.
" Please.
Yep.
OK, hon.
(LAUGHS) So, what's gonna happen? Are you gonna see the feds today or tomorrow? I'm stuffed if I know.
No chance of a joint task force? What, with the plastic fantastics? Mmm.
Well They think that they are FBI.
That's so sad.
Anyway, no, no.
There's no way.
We'd do all the work, they'd get all the glory - uh-uh.
Been there, done that.
Mmm.
And how are the other boys taking it? Hasn't really hit them yet.
You know how it is.
Sort of waiting until they know for sure.
Mmm.
Just working their straight eights and then they're going home, so I mean, why the hell not? I mean, the way things are going You know? Mm-hm.
(KISSES) (PATS) Er, listen, give us the shortest, fattest detective you've got there, will you? Yeah.
Zellacoss.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Don Zellacoss will do.
G'day, Don.
Mate, I hear you had a bit of a burg last night.
Yeah, what did you come up with? Oh, yeah.
Yes? No? Is it one of ours? Mate, I've got a pushy analyst behind me, thinks she's a bloody detective.
And a senior one too, Andrew.
(LAUGHS) And don't you forget it.
Nah, bull dyke, mate.
Yeah, biceps on her like Mike bloody Tyson.
(LAUGHS) What have you got for me, Russell? Oh, I've got your fax here.
Oh, no, Darbs, I'm two weeks behind.
Take my folder.
Oh.
(GASPS THEATRICALLY) Thought you fraudies were meticulous.
What a mess.
Good onya.
What's the execution squad up to? They're drawing straws, mate, and you're bloody it.
Eh? (LAUGHS) Coming up with 101 ways how to nobble a fed.
Mmm.
Hey, Grumblebum.
Talking to me? No, I'm talking to Boris bloody Karloff.
Piss-up at the Seven Oaks tonight, mate.
With the Lizard.
And you're invited, pal.
You know what I chose as my entry code this week, Russell? No, Darbs.
'Shit', 'cause that's just how I feel.
(LAUGHS) Who's Lizard? Oh, fearsome guy from Armed Robbers in Perth.
Built like a brick shithouse.
Yeah? And if Andrew thinks he's gonna drink him under a table, he's in for a rude awakening.
Oh.
You coming, Darbs? No way.
He's like a rhinoceros on heat.
And be warned - there comes a point when the Lizard cares not who he bonks.
What?! Ah, is it or isn't it? Nah, mate.
Drug rip-off.
Retired surgeon and his missus.
Joint was deadlocked, so the silly bugger whacks a brick through the window, doesn't he? 'He'? Singular? Yeah.
He's not one of ours, mate, so give him a miss.
(SIGHS) We have been on this for months.
If the feds take over, we could lose the lot.
The importation's revitalised the inquiry.
Crew smells blood.
And Peter's right - we let the feds in, they'll go straight for the drugs and we'll probably lose the heads.
I acknowledge that, but the fact remains it's an importation.
And that's AFP territory.
Memos already flying around why they weren't given the nod up front.
Well, maybe they'll welcome our local knowledge.
Won't mind sharing a bit of the glory? Hmm.
How good's your gig, Noddy? As good as they get, sir.
AC wants this kept in-house as much as you do.
I want you to keep that in mind.
But he also wants results.
We haven't the resources to go alone - we're stretched to the limit.
Look, with respect, sir, they'll stuff up the whole job, including our burgs inquiry.
But if we don't find a compromise, they'll ignore us.
We won't even get a look in.
The meeting's set for tomorrow.
These are the participants.
Know anyone? No.
No, sir.
The object is to set up a joint task force that we control - protect our source and don't spill our guts.
Questions? No.
No.
Thank you.
Be a good idea for the Drug Squad to be present.
Er, we should push them to be part of this.
The feds won't buy that and you know it.
No, we'll let them score a point.
And see what you can dig up on this Superintendent Dover.
(LEAVES OFFICE) WOMAN: Sample 20 from exhibit 342KP.
Possible diatomaceous earth and fragmentary bituminous substances.
Gunk, to us lesser mortals.
Mate, are you gonna tell us when to get excited here? Oh, ye of little faith.
You're already excited, because this latest supply of gunk, which you so kindly furnished from the safe house, has revealed many wondrous things.
Such as barium carbonate and barium sulfate.
Let's just pretend that Fluff's an idiot for a second Oh, I'll struggle with that concept.
Thought you might, darlin'.
So, um, how come this, er, barium is so significant? And why haven't you blokes picked it up before? Well, as you know, the gunk's not homogenous.
It's not homogenous? What do you mean? Er, not consistent.
It's like our crook's been moving through different parts of a badly mixed cake.
Er, we now know that some parts contain lead, some have copper.
Now some have barium with traces of antimone.
The more tests we do, the more we find.
Well, we're gonna have to come up with something solid, guys.
We've got AFP breathing down our necks now.
I used to think education counted for something till I had my first encounter with a federal guy.
(ALL CHUCKLE) We started off with diatoms that weren't just coating the gunk, they were all the way through it.
We had, er, bitumen, lead, mercury.
All interrelated, all from the one unknown source.
It indicated industrial.
That's where we started - lead industries, heavy metal manufacturing.
Big area to look in.
Battery factories were easy to check.
Nothing.
(DISTORTED BIRDSONG) Barium sulfate's used as a pigment extender in paint, er, barium carbonate in the making of optical glass, antimone's used in explosives.
The more tests we do, the more we find.
One result shields something else that's present.
It's a nightmare.
You found lead in the rapist's blood.
Will you find those components as well? Possibly, possibly.
It'll certainly add up to more evidence against him.
So what you're saying here, me old cock, is that this bloke's been eating the new stuff as well, is that it? Presumably.
But how? Your guess is as good as mine.
Oh, ag burg last night - victim taught my brother.
Thought I'd hurry it through.
Oh, he's getting sentimental in his old age.
Disco queen by the name of Tonia Hale.
Used to keep company with Dyson.
Said bye-bye about five months ago.
Really cut up, he was, apparently.
Oh, really? This guy works with Dyson on and off.
Got done for a couple of stick-ups years back.
He's a real dill, from all accounts.
Did he say anything at all to give you a hint where this dealer is or where he operates? No, no reason it's any of them.
Who's this one? Oh, that's Collins Street a couple of days ago.
Bumped into each other, said g'day, didn't seem to be anything in it.
Bit out of Dyson's class, isn't he? Oh, definitely servant and his master.
The suit's Sergio Diego - runs a couple of nightclubs, Crawdaddy and Swing City.
Molto, molto, tres exclusivo.
They let you in? Is Dyson In my 501 s.
Oh, now and then.
Crawdaddy runs the odd special event.
Sergio hires him for those.
Found his pretty boys weren't enough when he let the rabble in.
Any form? No.
Cleanskin.
Alright connections.
He's rumoured to be a bit of a lad with the girls.
Whisper was a while back he had very good parties.
Used to do the Mayan host bit with the coke.
There's never been anything to say he dealt, though.
(SNIFFS) Still, times have changed.
Money's tight.
You got any intelligence on his clubs? Any financial worries? We're looking into it now.
How far back does your register go? For contaminated sites, we only started compiling it a few years back.
No, I mean at the sites themselves.
We discovered a dye works that closed in the 1970s, dated back to the early '20s.
That'd be our oldest so far.
(PUSHES BUZZER) Is there some way that I could, um, narrow this lot down to, say, old paint factories? How old? Last 20 years at least.
Maybe older.
Might be a problem.
Why? Well, mass production's a relatively recent phenomenon.
Lot of paint factories were little more than backyard set-ups.
Be a nightmare to get samples from them all.
(PHONE RINGS) Hello.
Oh.
No, I thought you were Peter.
Mmm.
Yeah, I'm hanging out to see him.
Mmm.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No.
Absolutely positively nothing.
Mm-mm.
I mean, Dyson could've been stringing me along.
Well, who knows? Yeah.
Yeah, I will.
I'll give you a call.
OK.
Yeah.
See you tomorrow.
'Bye.
(SIGHS) Mmm.
Bloody hell.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Er shit.
OK.
Hello.
Right, what's the score? I spoke to my man - he said he was interested.
Did he? Hang on.
Let me get a pen that works.
Well, how do I know it's him? Sergio.
Yep.
No.
Yes, we are.
That's fine.
We're square.
OK.
Thanks, mate.
'Bye.
(HANGS UP) Oh, you little beauty! Bullseye! We've got contact.
And you know what he Listen.
And you know what Listen! And you know what he said? He said Sergio will ring me.
(CAR DOORS SLAM) Yeah, well, yeah.
I've gotta go, mate, but I'll speak to you about it tomorrow.
OK, see ya.
(LAUGHTER) (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) OK.
I thought you I thought you were at work! Mate, you're No, you're right.
I'm sorry.
No, hang on.
Listen, you're not going.
You stay here.
No, it's alright, Chris.
Listen.
Listen, mate.
I've got, er Docket, Docket's in the car.
She's with Lizard! Mate, she's with Lizard.
We're gonna go and see your mum.
(LAUGHS) Mwah! You're beautiful! Get off her, you mongrel! Listen.
Listen.
Just Tomorrow morning - it's a date, mate.
Are you right to drive? It's a date! Mate! He shouldn't be driving.
Alright, alright, alright Why did God invent beer? Oh, God.
So ugly women can get screwed.
a root! (GIGGLES) Oh, shit! If he throws up on me, Peter, you're dead meat.
He's a Major Crime Squad detective! He can shoot, root and electrocute! Police! Police, don't move! (BOTH LAUGH) Lie down there, lie down there.
Lie down, lie down! You right? (COUGHS THROATILY) Alright, give me that, give me that.
Give me that, give me that, give me that.
So I suppose a fuck's out of the question? (SIGHS) Yep.
Oh.
Come on.
(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR) Fluff.
It's Fluff! Fluff, come in! Come in! (WHISTLE BLOWS) Still chasing the trout? Whenever I get the chance.
Had a drink with Carl Singer.
You've worked with him, haven't you? Operation Tiger.
Mmm.
Old dear got off with two kilos of heroin, didn't she? Yes.
Bloody plastic fantastics.
Couple of weeks on-the-job training, they reckon they know where the dunny paper is.
I believe everyone now knows Superintendent Dover from the Federal Police.
Some of you mightn't have met Sergeant Spivak as yet.
And, er, Chief Inspector Ellen from the Intelligence Unit of Customs.
Right, gentlemen, this man, Victor Flannagan, has been under electronic and physical surveillance for the past month.
Our information leads us to believe that an amount of either cocaine or heroin will arrive per container ship at Webb Dock within the next fortnight.
We also believe that Flannagan can lead us to those concerned.
We intend to have a controlled delivery of the drugs with the aim of arresting the conspirators in possession of the drugs.
I was under the impression the objective of this meeting was to supply information that would assist us in our job.
There appears to be a breakdown in communications.
It was my understanding we were here to discuss an agreement and tactics.
We've been working on this bunch for months.
This is an importation, which is our charter, not VicPol's.
Never was.
(WATER RUNS) You another one of those scientists, eh? Mm-hm.
Come to do a report on us again? Lots of big words.
Been lots of reports, then? Whole bloody library.
Can't you see the difference it's made? Mmm.
Here you go.
You touch anything and I'll give you a clip, OK? You, er you don't happen to know who these people were working for, do you? Paint companies, mostly.
They're the ones that stuffed up this place.
And the EPA.
I thought, er, EPA were the good guys.
In white hats.
Sent to fix up the place, get some publicity.
You know what their publicity got me, love? One house on the market four years - nobody wants to buy.
I am stuck in this cesspool thanks to publicity.
Whoops.
Whoops alright.
You're with that lot too, I bet.
I'm with State Forensic.
I thought they did murders and that.
Oh, terrific.
Planning our deaths, are they? Might as well set up a cut-price funeral parlour, eh? Oh, come on, love, let's go.
Be the only business that'll make a go of it around here.
Have a good day.
Yeah, see ya.
(SIGHS) Russell, can you give me a hand? Yeah, that would do it Oi, j Come here.
You come here, you kids.
You know what I got in here? What? What? A photographic memory.
And each one of your little faces I got tucked away just in case.
So you lay one finger on this car (IMITATES GUNSHOT) I'd just like to make the point that Customs were acting on VicPol information when they blew the whistle.
Only confirmed what we already knew.
Who's giving you the mail? You know I can't divulge that.
He's good.
We are in possession of material which suggests your information is coming from and unreliable and dangerous source.
He's been dealing with us for months.
Mind telling us of any major arrests you've made through his information? Oh, this is unacceptable, Superintendent - challenging me and my source in public? If it's Morrie Bannerman, he'd shop his mother to screw us.
He'll blow this job sky-high and take some of us with it.
Well, how close to the scene are your informants? One in particular has been feeding us first-rate information over a period of years.
He's one of the very best.
If he's that good, he must be involved in the importation.
No, he is not.
Look, we're talking a few kilos tops here, compared with what you blokes usually deal with, this is chicken feed.
Our prime focus, what we're involved with, is local crims and local crime.
Hear, hear.
Look, I can't agree.
I mean this time round, three, four, five kilos.
What about next time? And the next? We catch them, there won't be a next time.
We're not here to be dictated to, Inspector.
An old man is dead, an elderly woman's been raped, a number of people have been severely beaten.
Now, we've been working on a series of aggravated burglaries which were fundraisers for this importation.
We're talking about the same people.
Surely we can come to an amicable agreement, because, let me tell you, we're gonna continue working on this no matter what decision is made today.
Why didn't you tell me all this in the beginning? Rapes and ag burgs have nothing to do with AFP.
They're state matters.
We continue working separately - the crooks win.
We cooperate, pool our resources and our knowledge, we win.
With your technical expertise and manpower, our inside information, a crew and analyst who've been on the job for months, and we'll bolster our manpower with the Drug Squad.
(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY) Yeah.
Yeah, no.
Mmm.
Er, too many people just confuse the issue.
Let's keep this one before the Majors and ourselves, alright? On that basis, do we have a joint task force? Hi, honey.
I'm home.
Just met a woman with very little respect for science.
Well, I hope you set her right.
Rather tricky under the circumstances.
She did have a point.
OK, see you, guys.
'Bye, Russell.
Have a look at this.
I shot some new gunk through the spec.
I was looking for lead oxides.
I found something else.
I think it's TNT.
What do you think? I think I've just wasted a whole day traipsing around old paint factory sites.
Why couldn't we have found this yesterday? So you agree? Oh, my back aches and my feet are sore.
Are we talking trinitrotoluene or aren't we? Oh, it'd sure help narrow down the factories if we had some sort of date on them.
Do we have enough data for that? Buggered if I know.
I thought you were supposed to be the explosives expert.
(IMITATES BOMB BLAST) I'll see what I can do.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
MAN ON RADIO: Target's entering the restaurant.
Come on, come on.
Passing the window tables.
Shit.
He's got a table at the back.
(BURPS LOUDLY) No, it's OK.
I can see.
Er, sort of.
Unless that faggot waiter sticks his bum in the way again.
(CHUCKLES) Er, Chris is making her approach now.
Like it? Mmm.
Yeah, it's great.
I'd heard about it, but I'd never been.
Julie.
That your real name? Juliet.
Mmm.
I always thought it was very pretentious, but I suppose it's fine and dandy if you're 15 and live in Venice.
Ah, you've been there? Venice? No.
No, I've never been out of Australia.
Well, that's not true - Bali.
Yeah, but Bali hardly counts, does it, because all you see there is a bunch of loudmouthed Australians getting drunk.
It's not my idea of travel.
What about you? Have you done much? Fair bit.
Europe.
States.
Are you ready to order, sir? Yes.
Have you got the '79? I think so, sir.
I'll check for you.
Place I'd really like to go back to is Paraguay.
Magic.
Well, South America in general, it's They know how to live.
Have you got family there? Family? No.
Oh, I just thought with a name like Sergio.
Sergio Diego.
My grandfather was Spanish.
He used to make his money importing olive oil.
They're just pissing in each other's pockets.
We should've been on that joint task force.
Yeah.
Game of push and shove, mate.
Push and shove.
MAN ON RADIO: Dessert's on its way.
And I am freezing my balls off out here.
She's stuffing her face.
Something is definitely wrong in the state of Denmark, I'll tell you.
I saw one of them at an exhibition I went to.
It was beautiful.
So simple.
And they're religious, aren't they? I mean, I don't know.
I just remember really liking it at the time.
You're full of surprises, aren't you? No, not really.
I like art.
I went to art college when I left school.
(SCOFFS) Why is when you go to those places no-one ever tells you that you're going to end up photographing ball bearings for a living? (LAUGHS) Ball bearings? Ball bearings.
Gears.
Drive shafts.
(SIGHS) I used to do the catalogue photographs for an engineering company.
Let me tell you - never again.
Spit at the devil, huh? So where do you wanna end up, then? Somewhere hot with intelligent conversation.
Lucked out on both counts in Melbourne, didn't you? Do you think? MAN: Your bill, sir.
Um, I was wearing a grey coat.
I'll get it for you, madam.
I've gotta go.
Will you ring me? Are you sure you want to leave? I'm sure.
CHRIS: Phil, have you ever had creme brûlée? PHIL: What? WHITEY: Phil's a Big Mac connoisseur.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
$120, the champagne was.
Oh! He's a nice guy, you know.
Ah, Chris, come on! Some crooks can be nice.
You gotta admit that.
Oh, no, mate, you are definitely overdue for a psych visit.
(LAUGHS) Yep.
Yep.
So then we got 2-6 and 2-4 dinitrotoluene, trace of 246 trinitro here.
Now, these are standard, alright? You'll find them in any old explosives site.
Basically, it's telling me I'm on the right track.
But when I saw him - triple-pike with a half-turn - I knew I was cooking.
The only time you ever get high levels of mononitrotoluene like this is when your manufacturing material is below par.
They were using Borneo petrol.
Great.
Better go while we're still on a high.
Goose.
Goose, what the hell is born Borneo petrol is the explosives equivalent of an antique silver hallmark.
It's the means by which I can really date this dirt our crook's been stomping through in his Blundstones.
The only time it was ever used by explosive factories was during the war.
We're talking Second World War here are we, Goose? Uh-huh.
Er, a World War II munitions factory.
Uh-huh.
Are you proud of us? Come on, say you're proud of us! Well, it's about bloody time you gave us something to work on, mate.
Starting to lose faith, you know what I mean, darlin'? Trouble is the army had a policy of scattering munitions all over the place, worried if they lumped them all together they'd make an easy target.
Plus, they converted existing factories for the war effort.
Come the Armistice, those sites went back to whatever they were doing.
Happened so fast no-one kept any records.
Great, mate.
He probably blows a grand every time he takes some bimbo out to eat.
Anything less than five grand and he'd laugh at me.
I'd laugh at me! I've gotta look like I'm serious on this one.
The man is in hock up to his eyeballs.
You've read the profile, Chris.
If he worked out what leg he was standing on, he'd collapse.
So, what are you saying, sir? I don't know enough about this job.
I don't know enough about this man.
You'd better get a sample.
If I ask him for a sample, he's going to think I don't trust him.
You got a problem with that? With respect, I'm the closest to the scene, I'm the one that knows how he thinks, I'm the one that made contact with him.
Now, this man is not a shit-pot speed freak playing games.
He's got class.
You get us a taste, I get you the money.
Yes, sir.
(SIGHS) I'll have her permanently wired from now on.
Just got this feeling things are gonna get complicated.
(BELL DINGS) Absolute bloody idiots.
Been picking on you, have they? Oh, so dumb.
(IMITATES NEW YORK HOOD) You want that I should, like, fix them up, you just give me the word.
It's gotta be slow.
I wanna see them suffer.
I'll put their arms in a vice and pluck them for you.
Is this gonna cost me? We can negotiate.
Mmm.
See ya.
(SIGHS) See ya.
(LAUGHS) OK, girls, who's the smart-arse? You're the one with the wobbly boots on.
Well, Lizard was the one who wanted a sheila, wasn't he? And I got him one.
Heard she's really gorgeous, mate.
Yeah, if you like canines.
Very touching.
Moony.
Come in the office, mate.
DOCKET: You hear the new tea boy's coming tomorrow? Yeah.
I expect our AFP brother to be shown all due courtesy.
He helps me type some of these briefs I'll show him due courtesy alright.
Docket, did Russell the Muscle do that or what? Flannagan's payphone at the FoodPlus.
Got a couple more numbers to check up.
You know, that bastard's getting busier.
And, Russell, just run these numbers past Telecom, would you? Yeah, OK.
Give them to me, Darbs.
The names and addresses.
524-6970.
Yep.
524-2389.
So, what did Goose have to say for himself? Laid an egg.
DARBY: Ooh! Golden? Oh, silver-plated, slightly tarnished.
We're still talking precious metals.
Yeah.
The gunk came from a World War II munitions factory.
DARBY: Ooh, doesn't know which one, does he? No, so can you spend some time down the Defence Forces going through the files? Carol's lined up a contact for you.
Someone that Goose used to work with.
Yeah, sure.
Good grief! How many are there? Oh, these are just for starters.
I'm waiting for lan's contact to fax some more.
He's waiting for Canberra to pull its collective finger out.
I'm gonna have fun, aren't I, finding a collator, saying, "What did your father do in the war?" Got it in one.
Do you know, it could just come down to local knowledge.
We could be staring at the bloody thing and not even know it.
Mmm.
Oh, hi, Chris.
Oh, hi, Darbs.
Excuse me, Cath.
Sure.
Shit, sorry, Chris.
Haven't had a chance to identify that cutting agent yet.
I've been flat-out on Peter's ag burgs.
No, that's no sweat.
That can wait.
We're on again tonight.
Oh, you need me.
Um, we need you.
Another rat-infested observation post? Mm-mm.
Ooh.
(WHISTLE BLOWS) MAN ON RADIO: Target's entering in the car park.
How are you going your end? Chris is still getting wired, but we're looking good.
He's in the car park.
Be on his way up any minute.
OK.
How's that? Yeah, that's good.
All done.
Great.
Moving our end.
He'd have to be on top of you before you made any impact with that.
If he was on top of me, I know what I'd aim at.
OK.
(PIANO PLAYS COCKTAIL MUSIC) Hi.
Have you been waiting long? Just got here.
Drink? Ah, yeah.
I'll have a mineral water.
Thanks.
Two Perrier.
So, how are we looking, then? Very, very good.
Mmm.
Oh, we've got one slight problem.
Er, my man wants a taste up-front.
You don't trust me.
No, I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for him.
You never mentioned anything about this man before.
No, I know.
And I probably should've kept it like that.
He's, um, he's been burnt before, OK? And he likes being careful.
And so do I.
And I'm saying I want a taste.
I don't do business like this.
You want to deal with me, you do things my way.
That's it, then.
What can I say? SERGIO: Wait here.
I'll get back to you.
What do you reckon? Mmm.
It's hard to tell.
Not happy, is he? CHRIS: No, no.
That's fine.
Just leave it, thanks.
Definitely not happy.
He smells a rat, I can feel it.
Shit! He's not coming back.
MAN: He's in the lift.
I know I had him.
It's a pain in the bum needing to get a sample.
He's gotta go to his holding place.
Could be miles.
WOMAN: I've got the eyeball.
He's, er, moving towards his car.
He's making a phone call.
(SIGHS) Oh, God.
Almost two bloody hours.
(SIGHS) Would you like another mineral water? Something to eat? Um, I'll have a coffee - long black, please.
(PHONE RINGS) Oh, er, actually, could you bring me the bill, please? Hello.
Yeah.
What what's happened to you? I I mean, I'm just about to give up.
Reception.
Come on! I mean, that's hardly enough time for (SLAMS PHONE SHUT) Shit.
The sample's at reception.
I've gotta meet him across town within an hour if I'm happy with it.
WHITEY: These bastards are always paranoid about being ripped off.
CHRIS: Can we just wait till Carol finishes, thank you, see what she has to say? Can you hold still for a minute? He's got the wind up, Chrissy.
You felt it.
He's onto you.
Oh! The microwave transmitter is warm.
What do you mean it's warm? It's warm! She's had it on for too long.
Positive.
The rate of change indicates it's pretty pure.
OK.
Are you happy now? No.
Replace it.
What with? They don't grow on trees.
How sure are you? As much as I can be from a spot test.
All it's really telling us is we have a substance here with the same chemistry as cocaine that could be cocaine.
Sorry, Carol, that's not good enough.
It's all I can do till I get back to the lab.
Oh, you know, it's well made.
Good structure.
But then so's a lot of coke I've seen of late.
Could be one of the dental drugs.
Lignocaine, maybe.
It tested positive.
What more do you want? Do you think it's gonna jump out at you in big letters? I wanna feel confident, OK? And I don't feel confident.
Half an hour.
I think he's dudding you.
I was the one there.
Look, you're not going back until I know for sure.
You are getting too old for this.
CAROL: Can somebody get me a glass? Yeah, I'll get it.
I know, the chemistry's crude.
What's this gonna tell you that the spot test hasn't? I'm not sure.
Thanks.
No worries.
OK, we've got something.
Give me a cigarette, hmm? Don't drown them.
Whatever it is, it's pretty pure.
Hasn't been cut with sugars.
Should be clear by now.
Chris, get me the phone.
Carol, is it coke or isn't it?! I'm a chemist, not a genius.
Thanks.
(DIALS) Hi.
It's me.
Lan, I don't have time.
The bookshelf above my desk.
Grab the one with the red cover.
The spiral is about an inch and a half thick.
Look up benzocaine for me.
I wanna know what it does with bleach.
I've got an oily orange slick.
Doesn't look like coke to me.
Ah, good evening, madam.
Can I help you? Er, yes, I'm here to meet someone.
Please go ahead.
Thank you.
Hi.
What did you think? Great.
Loved it.
Top stuff.
What do you think I am? Stupid? It was lignocaine.
Now, if some dental drug is the best that you can do, then you can shove it, because there's plenty of others like you around.
You test me.
I test you.
Uh- uh.
See ya.
(QUIETLY) Wait a minute.
Article on page three.
The best that you can get.
I guarantee it.
This is business.
OK? Well, I think I'll try the seafood this time.
I'm starving.
I've got an in on a big buy.
I need new investors.
Are you interested? Oh.
Guess what.
You know what I've found? Melbourne has got one of the largest Pre-Columbian art collections in Australia.
(SIGHS) What time is it? Er it's after two.
So how'd your deal go? Ooh.
What's the matter? I burnt my breast.
I was wearing the transmitter so long, I actually got fried.
(BOTH LAUGH) Mmm.
So, aren't you gonna ask me how the deal went? Do I wanna know? Yes, darling, you do How bad do I wanna know? (LAUGHS) Mmm.
I'd say that you were very, very interested.
Well, that's just my natural curiosity.
(BOTH LAUGH) So aren't you gonna tell me? Mmm.
How does the word 'importation' sit? It sits very nicely.
(SIGHS) I had a lovely, lovely dinner with my cocaine dealer tonight.
Guess what he told me.
There's an importation coming.
And he's buying.
Ooh-ee! (CHUCKLES) GOOSE: I was looking for hair dye to see if it'd been bleached, coloured, something.
I'm a goose.
I can't believe what a goose I am.
Ted Addison said he was anaemic.
It's one of the classic symptoms.
Carol, can you punch that up again? Er, see here - riddled with lead.
Lead, as in the gunk? That's the stuff.
Blood type's checked out - AB+.
Hold onto your horses while I zap this.
Here we have Mr Blundstone's blood.
Not a well man by any stretch of the imagination.
And here we have our solo ag burglar.
It's the same crook.
(TAKES DRAG) I suppose the possibility of having two villains with extreme and identical levels of lead poisoning working concurrently in the same area is, er, reasonably remote.
(CHUCKLES) Shortish.
Blonde sort of colour.
Straight.
It looked as though he hadn't shaved for a couple of days.
Er, moustache? Yes.
Did he have any scars, tattoos, any peculiarities - the way he walked, moved? Well, maybe a bit of a slouch, but no.
Had an earring, though.
Now, was it one or two? L-I think one in one ear, but (SIGHS) I hate getting old.
It's OK.
It'll come to me.
I know it will come to me.
Probably in the middle of the night.
What about pants? Can you remember what sort of pants he was wearing? Pants? Jeans! Who's with Deputy Dawg? FLUFF: Can't you smell the aroma, mate? Oh.
He'd be a bit hard to miss Well, according to lan, this guy's the rapist.
Yeah, and he's suffering from acute lead poisoning.
And the bastard's running rogue without the other bloke pulling the strings.
Hmm.
Next couple may not be so lucky.
How are you going with head injuries? Er, still checking.
Move it, will you, Grump? Mate, I reckon the complexion should be a bit redder.
Like you all to meet Mark Spivak of the Federal Police.
Oh, yes.
As you all know, Sergeant Spivak's gonna be working alongside us from now on.
I'm sure we can count on your full cooperation.
Senior Sergeant Moon, he's all yours.
Thanks, boss.
Er, I've gotta get onto Western General, boss.
Um, why don't I leave you with Detective Saunders? Spivak? Spivak - hang on, I used to go to school with a Spivak.
Er, he used to play stink finger with himself.
Leon.
No relation? Family trait, getting in the poo.
Could've been a cousin.
(LAUGHS) Andrew Saunders, mate.
They call me Fluff.
And why's that? Because that's all he's bloody well after.
Come on, mate, I'll show you the ropes.
(TRAIN PASSES) (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) (PHONE RINGS) I'll get it, mate.
Major Crime.
Nah, been and gone.
Try again tomorrow.
Yeah.
You still bludging, pal? (SIGHS) Well, I've just been having a yak to my old mate Sergeant Spivak.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Had a bit of a covert perv through his diary too, mate.
Wanted to find out what sort of a calibre copper we had there.
Rhodes scholar, no doubt.
Mind in neutral, thumb up the bum.
Well, I'm afraid he's a bit of a doorman, mate.
See, the only claim to fame there is busting some poor bastard trying to pass a dud cheque through Australian bloody Airlines! (LAUGHS) Major Crime.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Got a clear eyeball on the target.
Just going about his business.
Do you reckon anyone's told these jerks there's a recession? I still think this is a waste of time.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Target's heading my way.
Nearing the bar.
Having a quiet word with another bouncer.
Listen to that.
Listen to how much noise there is.
They'd be lucky to hear me fart.
Ah! Phil, it's living flesh, mate.
I'm more worried about hearing you shitting yourself.
I told you, he's dangerous.
I don't trust him.
(GASPS IN PAIN) Phil.
Look, take it easy, will you? OK, I'm sorry.
(POP SONG PLAYS) Your hair! What did you do? You shut up.
How's the surf? He can't surf.
(WOMAN LAUGHS) Hi.
Hi.
Um, water, Scotch and soda.
Yep, no worries.
Thanks, mate.
That's alright.
Now, what can I tell you? Nice friend you turned out to be.
These things happen.
Oh, right.
So have you taken anyone else to meet your friends while they get busted by the cops? Come here.
He's taking her through the main drag.
Looks like he wants a little chat.
WOMAN: They're just heading into the kitchen.
One door in and one door out.
No rear exit.
CHRIS: Yeah, well, you scared the living shit out of me.
I mean, I started to wonder what was happening.
I got out of the car and I find the place swarming with pigs.
Look, I'm sorry, you know? I got busted for stolen property.
I'd never seen the stuff before.
I thought it was drugs.
No way.
I was just doing a bloke a bit of a favour.
Look, I told the pigs I don't know nothin'.
Yeah, well, you didn't do me any favours, did you? What about my buy? I'm hot at the moment.
I'd rather pull my head in and stick to my regulars.
You know how it is.
What am I supposed to do? I've got people counting on me.
I have got good buyers.
Now, you told me that you could deliver and I believed you.
Shit happens.
Look, I've got lawyers to pay.
Hey, mate, I don't wanna hear about that - big-noting yourself! Shit like you.
I hate shit like you.
Don't you get smart with me.
I don't like bitches who get too smart.
I promise I deliver.
It's called business.
Now, look, my, um my supplier's moving his shop.
There's nothing around for a few weeks anyway.
I could put you onto someone, though.
Nah, I guess I owe you some, don't I? He does coke.
It's the best I can do at short notice.
Well, what about speed? No, you'll have to wait.
Look, his stuff's good - it's top quality.
Alright.
Let me speak to my man, see what he thinks we can get rid of.
How do I get in touch with this guy? Look, you don't.
I'll contact him, see if he wants the deal.
Then I'll call you.
OK? Cochrane.
Lan.
Forensic.
WOMAN: A junkie - that's what they're called, isn't it? Yeah, but anything in particular make you think he was on drugs? He broke into my house.
This is not the action of a sane man.
I don't know why you don't dole that stuff out.
Are you Mr Cochrane? No, Little Red Riding Hood.
But I rang the operator.
Marvellous, isn't it? You ring, I come.
Oh, they told me they'd page you.
We'd cancelled the call.
Oh.
Don said he didn't need you.
We cancelled you.
Mmm.
So I've been told.
Hardly worth your while, Mr Cochrane.
Dickhead took three goes to break in and the wife flogged him.
No bloody pro, that's for sure.
Can you get on the blower, do a ring round the hospital - head injuries consistent with a blunt weapon, male, late 20s? This is the point of entry? Yeah, very sophisticated.
Half a brick.
Had a go at the back door first, then the laundry window and third time lucky.
What did she hit him with? A blackfella's waddy.
It's over in the corner.
Technical term, that, is it? It's Mrs Addison's, actually.
Says she keeps it by her bed for protection.
Few more blackfellas had them 200 years ago, wouldn't be so many of us now.
Is it alright to look around? Yeah, there's a couple of things I wanna take prints off, so just keep to looking for the time being.
MAN: When the crooks broke in, were you in the house? Er, if we can start again, please, Mrs Addison? MAN: Bed! Where else would I be at that time of night? And what happened then? He had a g-gun.
(LOUDLY) Can you remember anything about the gun? Was it big? Was it small? Was it what? What sort of gun was it?! Big cannon.
Can you be more specific? A bloody big cannon! He was solo? Mmm.
Left his mark.
Got a bit of a bald spot, I gather.
(CHUCKLES) Lucky to get away.
Good sort, Mrs Addison - mind like a steel trap.
Husband Ted Addison, is it? Yeah, know him? Indirectly.
TED: Bloody big black gun! WOMAN: Look, mate, it's just a simple bloody question - have you seen anyone bleeding from the top of his noggin? TED: Taking quite a while.
MAN: Yes, I know you want us to finish and leave you alone and I know you're tired, but just bear with me a moment longer.
What else can you tell me about the crook? He was anaemic.
It's, er, lan Cochrane, Mr Addison.
Er you-you taught my brother, Barry.
Er, Alfred Hospital, about 10 years ago.
Anaesthetics.
That's right.
(LAUGHS) He's in America now.
Sacramento.
Well, they they treating you right, are they? He thinks I'm an idiot.
(LAUGHS) So, what's this you said about the fella being anaemic? Got a ruddy great hole in the side of his head.
You with this lot, then? Forensic.
(SCOFFS) Bunch of wankers.
(LAUGHS) What about all that f-foetal blood with Azaria? You in that, were you? No.
(LAUGHS) Idiots - arguing that black's white.
Call that science? I could tell you a few stories about medical stuff-ups.
Well, you won't find anything here.
Except the blood group! (BOTH LAUGH) Oh, I've finished with the dusting, if you wanna have a go.
Give him hell.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
(DOG BARKS) WOMAN: Shirl, get down.
Darling! Oh! Hi.
I hit a dozen red lights on the way home.
It took forever.
Oh, we're out of paper, hon.
Hang on.
(CLEARS THROAT) So how'd you go? What? How'd you go last night? He's getting me a cocaine dealer.
Cocaine? You're kidding me.
What did you say? Oh, I said he's having you on.
Well, maybe.
You think he is.
No, he's a lying prick.
I'm sick of amphetamines.
Oh, you poor thing.
No, I really do - I want something exciting.
I want something, you know, bigger.
Well, you've got me.
Oh, yeah.
Mmm.
You think you're gonna make my day, do you? Yeah.
Oh! Pig! So, er, did he give you a name? Um, he's gonna give me a call.
Yeah, sure.
Cheque's in the mail.
Darling, what does it hurt to be positive? Do you hear me being negative with you? I'm just being realistic.
So, what did Whitey say? He think this, er, coke thing's a goer? I mean, is there any connection to our importation? Yeah, well, you know, we're gonna have to wait and see, basically.
Darl, can you do me a favour and grab me my blue shirt? "Please.
" Please.
Yep.
OK, hon.
(LAUGHS) So, what's gonna happen? Are you gonna see the feds today or tomorrow? I'm stuffed if I know.
No chance of a joint task force? What, with the plastic fantastics? Mmm.
Well They think that they are FBI.
That's so sad.
Anyway, no, no.
There's no way.
We'd do all the work, they'd get all the glory - uh-uh.
Been there, done that.
Mmm.
And how are the other boys taking it? Hasn't really hit them yet.
You know how it is.
Sort of waiting until they know for sure.
Mmm.
Just working their straight eights and then they're going home, so I mean, why the hell not? I mean, the way things are going You know? Mm-hm.
(KISSES) (PATS) Er, listen, give us the shortest, fattest detective you've got there, will you? Yeah.
Zellacoss.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Don Zellacoss will do.
G'day, Don.
Mate, I hear you had a bit of a burg last night.
Yeah, what did you come up with? Oh, yeah.
Yes? No? Is it one of ours? Mate, I've got a pushy analyst behind me, thinks she's a bloody detective.
And a senior one too, Andrew.
(LAUGHS) And don't you forget it.
Nah, bull dyke, mate.
Yeah, biceps on her like Mike bloody Tyson.
(LAUGHS) What have you got for me, Russell? Oh, I've got your fax here.
Oh, no, Darbs, I'm two weeks behind.
Take my folder.
Oh.
(GASPS THEATRICALLY) Thought you fraudies were meticulous.
What a mess.
Good onya.
What's the execution squad up to? They're drawing straws, mate, and you're bloody it.
Eh? (LAUGHS) Coming up with 101 ways how to nobble a fed.
Mmm.
Hey, Grumblebum.
Talking to me? No, I'm talking to Boris bloody Karloff.
Piss-up at the Seven Oaks tonight, mate.
With the Lizard.
And you're invited, pal.
You know what I chose as my entry code this week, Russell? No, Darbs.
'Shit', 'cause that's just how I feel.
(LAUGHS) Who's Lizard? Oh, fearsome guy from Armed Robbers in Perth.
Built like a brick shithouse.
Yeah? And if Andrew thinks he's gonna drink him under a table, he's in for a rude awakening.
Oh.
You coming, Darbs? No way.
He's like a rhinoceros on heat.
And be warned - there comes a point when the Lizard cares not who he bonks.
What?! Ah, is it or isn't it? Nah, mate.
Drug rip-off.
Retired surgeon and his missus.
Joint was deadlocked, so the silly bugger whacks a brick through the window, doesn't he? 'He'? Singular? Yeah.
He's not one of ours, mate, so give him a miss.
(SIGHS) We have been on this for months.
If the feds take over, we could lose the lot.
The importation's revitalised the inquiry.
Crew smells blood.
And Peter's right - we let the feds in, they'll go straight for the drugs and we'll probably lose the heads.
I acknowledge that, but the fact remains it's an importation.
And that's AFP territory.
Memos already flying around why they weren't given the nod up front.
Well, maybe they'll welcome our local knowledge.
Won't mind sharing a bit of the glory? Hmm.
How good's your gig, Noddy? As good as they get, sir.
AC wants this kept in-house as much as you do.
I want you to keep that in mind.
But he also wants results.
We haven't the resources to go alone - we're stretched to the limit.
Look, with respect, sir, they'll stuff up the whole job, including our burgs inquiry.
But if we don't find a compromise, they'll ignore us.
We won't even get a look in.
The meeting's set for tomorrow.
These are the participants.
Know anyone? No.
No, sir.
The object is to set up a joint task force that we control - protect our source and don't spill our guts.
Questions? No.
No.
Thank you.
Be a good idea for the Drug Squad to be present.
Er, we should push them to be part of this.
The feds won't buy that and you know it.
No, we'll let them score a point.
And see what you can dig up on this Superintendent Dover.
(LEAVES OFFICE) WOMAN: Sample 20 from exhibit 342KP.
Possible diatomaceous earth and fragmentary bituminous substances.
Gunk, to us lesser mortals.
Mate, are you gonna tell us when to get excited here? Oh, ye of little faith.
You're already excited, because this latest supply of gunk, which you so kindly furnished from the safe house, has revealed many wondrous things.
Such as barium carbonate and barium sulfate.
Let's just pretend that Fluff's an idiot for a second Oh, I'll struggle with that concept.
Thought you might, darlin'.
So, um, how come this, er, barium is so significant? And why haven't you blokes picked it up before? Well, as you know, the gunk's not homogenous.
It's not homogenous? What do you mean? Er, not consistent.
It's like our crook's been moving through different parts of a badly mixed cake.
Er, we now know that some parts contain lead, some have copper.
Now some have barium with traces of antimone.
The more tests we do, the more we find.
Well, we're gonna have to come up with something solid, guys.
We've got AFP breathing down our necks now.
I used to think education counted for something till I had my first encounter with a federal guy.
(ALL CHUCKLE) We started off with diatoms that weren't just coating the gunk, they were all the way through it.
We had, er, bitumen, lead, mercury.
All interrelated, all from the one unknown source.
It indicated industrial.
That's where we started - lead industries, heavy metal manufacturing.
Big area to look in.
Battery factories were easy to check.
Nothing.
(DISTORTED BIRDSONG) Barium sulfate's used as a pigment extender in paint, er, barium carbonate in the making of optical glass, antimone's used in explosives.
The more tests we do, the more we find.
One result shields something else that's present.
It's a nightmare.
You found lead in the rapist's blood.
Will you find those components as well? Possibly, possibly.
It'll certainly add up to more evidence against him.
So what you're saying here, me old cock, is that this bloke's been eating the new stuff as well, is that it? Presumably.
But how? Your guess is as good as mine.
Oh, ag burg last night - victim taught my brother.
Thought I'd hurry it through.
Oh, he's getting sentimental in his old age.
Disco queen by the name of Tonia Hale.
Used to keep company with Dyson.
Said bye-bye about five months ago.
Really cut up, he was, apparently.
Oh, really? This guy works with Dyson on and off.
Got done for a couple of stick-ups years back.
He's a real dill, from all accounts.
Did he say anything at all to give you a hint where this dealer is or where he operates? No, no reason it's any of them.
Who's this one? Oh, that's Collins Street a couple of days ago.
Bumped into each other, said g'day, didn't seem to be anything in it.
Bit out of Dyson's class, isn't he? Oh, definitely servant and his master.
The suit's Sergio Diego - runs a couple of nightclubs, Crawdaddy and Swing City.
Molto, molto, tres exclusivo.
They let you in? Is Dyson In my 501 s.
Oh, now and then.
Crawdaddy runs the odd special event.
Sergio hires him for those.
Found his pretty boys weren't enough when he let the rabble in.
Any form? No.
Cleanskin.
Alright connections.
He's rumoured to be a bit of a lad with the girls.
Whisper was a while back he had very good parties.
Used to do the Mayan host bit with the coke.
There's never been anything to say he dealt, though.
(SNIFFS) Still, times have changed.
Money's tight.
You got any intelligence on his clubs? Any financial worries? We're looking into it now.
How far back does your register go? For contaminated sites, we only started compiling it a few years back.
No, I mean at the sites themselves.
We discovered a dye works that closed in the 1970s, dated back to the early '20s.
That'd be our oldest so far.
(PUSHES BUZZER) Is there some way that I could, um, narrow this lot down to, say, old paint factories? How old? Last 20 years at least.
Maybe older.
Might be a problem.
Why? Well, mass production's a relatively recent phenomenon.
Lot of paint factories were little more than backyard set-ups.
Be a nightmare to get samples from them all.
(PHONE RINGS) Hello.
Oh.
No, I thought you were Peter.
Mmm.
Yeah, I'm hanging out to see him.
Mmm.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No.
Absolutely positively nothing.
Mm-mm.
I mean, Dyson could've been stringing me along.
Well, who knows? Yeah.
Yeah, I will.
I'll give you a call.
OK.
Yeah.
See you tomorrow.
'Bye.
(SIGHS) Mmm.
Bloody hell.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Er shit.
OK.
Hello.
Right, what's the score? I spoke to my man - he said he was interested.
Did he? Hang on.
Let me get a pen that works.
Well, how do I know it's him? Sergio.
Yep.
No.
Yes, we are.
That's fine.
We're square.
OK.
Thanks, mate.
'Bye.
(HANGS UP) Oh, you little beauty! Bullseye! We've got contact.
And you know what he Listen.
And you know what Listen! And you know what he said? He said Sergio will ring me.
(CAR DOORS SLAM) Yeah, well, yeah.
I've gotta go, mate, but I'll speak to you about it tomorrow.
OK, see ya.
(LAUGHTER) (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) OK.
I thought you I thought you were at work! Mate, you're No, you're right.
I'm sorry.
No, hang on.
Listen, you're not going.
You stay here.
No, it's alright, Chris.
Listen.
Listen, mate.
I've got, er Docket, Docket's in the car.
She's with Lizard! Mate, she's with Lizard.
We're gonna go and see your mum.
(LAUGHS) Mwah! You're beautiful! Get off her, you mongrel! Listen.
Listen.
Just Tomorrow morning - it's a date, mate.
Are you right to drive? It's a date! Mate! He shouldn't be driving.
Alright, alright, alright Why did God invent beer? Oh, God.
So ugly women can get screwed.
a root! (GIGGLES) Oh, shit! If he throws up on me, Peter, you're dead meat.
He's a Major Crime Squad detective! He can shoot, root and electrocute! Police! Police, don't move! (BOTH LAUGH) Lie down there, lie down there.
Lie down, lie down! You right? (COUGHS THROATILY) Alright, give me that, give me that.
Give me that, give me that, give me that.
So I suppose a fuck's out of the question? (SIGHS) Yep.
Oh.
Come on.
(LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR) Fluff.
It's Fluff! Fluff, come in! Come in! (WHISTLE BLOWS) Still chasing the trout? Whenever I get the chance.
Had a drink with Carl Singer.
You've worked with him, haven't you? Operation Tiger.
Mmm.
Old dear got off with two kilos of heroin, didn't she? Yes.
Bloody plastic fantastics.
Couple of weeks on-the-job training, they reckon they know where the dunny paper is.
I believe everyone now knows Superintendent Dover from the Federal Police.
Some of you mightn't have met Sergeant Spivak as yet.
And, er, Chief Inspector Ellen from the Intelligence Unit of Customs.
Right, gentlemen, this man, Victor Flannagan, has been under electronic and physical surveillance for the past month.
Our information leads us to believe that an amount of either cocaine or heroin will arrive per container ship at Webb Dock within the next fortnight.
We also believe that Flannagan can lead us to those concerned.
We intend to have a controlled delivery of the drugs with the aim of arresting the conspirators in possession of the drugs.
I was under the impression the objective of this meeting was to supply information that would assist us in our job.
There appears to be a breakdown in communications.
It was my understanding we were here to discuss an agreement and tactics.
We've been working on this bunch for months.
This is an importation, which is our charter, not VicPol's.
Never was.
(WATER RUNS) You another one of those scientists, eh? Mm-hm.
Come to do a report on us again? Lots of big words.
Been lots of reports, then? Whole bloody library.
Can't you see the difference it's made? Mmm.
Here you go.
You touch anything and I'll give you a clip, OK? You, er you don't happen to know who these people were working for, do you? Paint companies, mostly.
They're the ones that stuffed up this place.
And the EPA.
I thought, er, EPA were the good guys.
In white hats.
Sent to fix up the place, get some publicity.
You know what their publicity got me, love? One house on the market four years - nobody wants to buy.
I am stuck in this cesspool thanks to publicity.
Whoops.
Whoops alright.
You're with that lot too, I bet.
I'm with State Forensic.
I thought they did murders and that.
Oh, terrific.
Planning our deaths, are they? Might as well set up a cut-price funeral parlour, eh? Oh, come on, love, let's go.
Be the only business that'll make a go of it around here.
Have a good day.
Yeah, see ya.
(SIGHS) Russell, can you give me a hand? Yeah, that would do it Oi, j Come here.
You come here, you kids.
You know what I got in here? What? What? A photographic memory.
And each one of your little faces I got tucked away just in case.
So you lay one finger on this car (IMITATES GUNSHOT) I'd just like to make the point that Customs were acting on VicPol information when they blew the whistle.
Only confirmed what we already knew.
Who's giving you the mail? You know I can't divulge that.
He's good.
We are in possession of material which suggests your information is coming from and unreliable and dangerous source.
He's been dealing with us for months.
Mind telling us of any major arrests you've made through his information? Oh, this is unacceptable, Superintendent - challenging me and my source in public? If it's Morrie Bannerman, he'd shop his mother to screw us.
He'll blow this job sky-high and take some of us with it.
Well, how close to the scene are your informants? One in particular has been feeding us first-rate information over a period of years.
He's one of the very best.
If he's that good, he must be involved in the importation.
No, he is not.
Look, we're talking a few kilos tops here, compared with what you blokes usually deal with, this is chicken feed.
Our prime focus, what we're involved with, is local crims and local crime.
Hear, hear.
Look, I can't agree.
I mean this time round, three, four, five kilos.
What about next time? And the next? We catch them, there won't be a next time.
We're not here to be dictated to, Inspector.
An old man is dead, an elderly woman's been raped, a number of people have been severely beaten.
Now, we've been working on a series of aggravated burglaries which were fundraisers for this importation.
We're talking about the same people.
Surely we can come to an amicable agreement, because, let me tell you, we're gonna continue working on this no matter what decision is made today.
Why didn't you tell me all this in the beginning? Rapes and ag burgs have nothing to do with AFP.
They're state matters.
We continue working separately - the crooks win.
We cooperate, pool our resources and our knowledge, we win.
With your technical expertise and manpower, our inside information, a crew and analyst who've been on the job for months, and we'll bolster our manpower with the Drug Squad.
(WHISPERS INAUDIBLY) Yeah.
Yeah, no.
Mmm.
Er, too many people just confuse the issue.
Let's keep this one before the Majors and ourselves, alright? On that basis, do we have a joint task force? Hi, honey.
I'm home.
Just met a woman with very little respect for science.
Well, I hope you set her right.
Rather tricky under the circumstances.
She did have a point.
OK, see you, guys.
'Bye, Russell.
Have a look at this.
I shot some new gunk through the spec.
I was looking for lead oxides.
I found something else.
I think it's TNT.
What do you think? I think I've just wasted a whole day traipsing around old paint factory sites.
Why couldn't we have found this yesterday? So you agree? Oh, my back aches and my feet are sore.
Are we talking trinitrotoluene or aren't we? Oh, it'd sure help narrow down the factories if we had some sort of date on them.
Do we have enough data for that? Buggered if I know.
I thought you were supposed to be the explosives expert.
(IMITATES BOMB BLAST) I'll see what I can do.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
MAN ON RADIO: Target's entering the restaurant.
Come on, come on.
Passing the window tables.
Shit.
He's got a table at the back.
(BURPS LOUDLY) No, it's OK.
I can see.
Er, sort of.
Unless that faggot waiter sticks his bum in the way again.
(CHUCKLES) Er, Chris is making her approach now.
Like it? Mmm.
Yeah, it's great.
I'd heard about it, but I'd never been.
Julie.
That your real name? Juliet.
Mmm.
I always thought it was very pretentious, but I suppose it's fine and dandy if you're 15 and live in Venice.
Ah, you've been there? Venice? No.
No, I've never been out of Australia.
Well, that's not true - Bali.
Yeah, but Bali hardly counts, does it, because all you see there is a bunch of loudmouthed Australians getting drunk.
It's not my idea of travel.
What about you? Have you done much? Fair bit.
Europe.
States.
Are you ready to order, sir? Yes.
Have you got the '79? I think so, sir.
I'll check for you.
Place I'd really like to go back to is Paraguay.
Magic.
Well, South America in general, it's They know how to live.
Have you got family there? Family? No.
Oh, I just thought with a name like Sergio.
Sergio Diego.
My grandfather was Spanish.
He used to make his money importing olive oil.
They're just pissing in each other's pockets.
We should've been on that joint task force.
Yeah.
Game of push and shove, mate.
Push and shove.
MAN ON RADIO: Dessert's on its way.
And I am freezing my balls off out here.
She's stuffing her face.
Something is definitely wrong in the state of Denmark, I'll tell you.
I saw one of them at an exhibition I went to.
It was beautiful.
So simple.
And they're religious, aren't they? I mean, I don't know.
I just remember really liking it at the time.
You're full of surprises, aren't you? No, not really.
I like art.
I went to art college when I left school.
(SCOFFS) Why is when you go to those places no-one ever tells you that you're going to end up photographing ball bearings for a living? (LAUGHS) Ball bearings? Ball bearings.
Gears.
Drive shafts.
(SIGHS) I used to do the catalogue photographs for an engineering company.
Let me tell you - never again.
Spit at the devil, huh? So where do you wanna end up, then? Somewhere hot with intelligent conversation.
Lucked out on both counts in Melbourne, didn't you? Do you think? MAN: Your bill, sir.
Um, I was wearing a grey coat.
I'll get it for you, madam.
I've gotta go.
Will you ring me? Are you sure you want to leave? I'm sure.
CHRIS: Phil, have you ever had creme brûlée? PHIL: What? WHITEY: Phil's a Big Mac connoisseur.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
$120, the champagne was.
Oh! He's a nice guy, you know.
Ah, Chris, come on! Some crooks can be nice.
You gotta admit that.
Oh, no, mate, you are definitely overdue for a psych visit.
(LAUGHS) Yep.
Yep.
So then we got 2-6 and 2-4 dinitrotoluene, trace of 246 trinitro here.
Now, these are standard, alright? You'll find them in any old explosives site.
Basically, it's telling me I'm on the right track.
But when I saw him - triple-pike with a half-turn - I knew I was cooking.
The only time you ever get high levels of mononitrotoluene like this is when your manufacturing material is below par.
They were using Borneo petrol.
Great.
Better go while we're still on a high.
Goose.
Goose, what the hell is born Borneo petrol is the explosives equivalent of an antique silver hallmark.
It's the means by which I can really date this dirt our crook's been stomping through in his Blundstones.
The only time it was ever used by explosive factories was during the war.
We're talking Second World War here are we, Goose? Uh-huh.
Er, a World War II munitions factory.
Uh-huh.
Are you proud of us? Come on, say you're proud of us! Well, it's about bloody time you gave us something to work on, mate.
Starting to lose faith, you know what I mean, darlin'? Trouble is the army had a policy of scattering munitions all over the place, worried if they lumped them all together they'd make an easy target.
Plus, they converted existing factories for the war effort.
Come the Armistice, those sites went back to whatever they were doing.
Happened so fast no-one kept any records.
Great, mate.
He probably blows a grand every time he takes some bimbo out to eat.
Anything less than five grand and he'd laugh at me.
I'd laugh at me! I've gotta look like I'm serious on this one.
The man is in hock up to his eyeballs.
You've read the profile, Chris.
If he worked out what leg he was standing on, he'd collapse.
So, what are you saying, sir? I don't know enough about this job.
I don't know enough about this man.
You'd better get a sample.
If I ask him for a sample, he's going to think I don't trust him.
You got a problem with that? With respect, I'm the closest to the scene, I'm the one that knows how he thinks, I'm the one that made contact with him.
Now, this man is not a shit-pot speed freak playing games.
He's got class.
You get us a taste, I get you the money.
Yes, sir.
(SIGHS) I'll have her permanently wired from now on.
Just got this feeling things are gonna get complicated.
(BELL DINGS) Absolute bloody idiots.
Been picking on you, have they? Oh, so dumb.
(IMITATES NEW YORK HOOD) You want that I should, like, fix them up, you just give me the word.
It's gotta be slow.
I wanna see them suffer.
I'll put their arms in a vice and pluck them for you.
Is this gonna cost me? We can negotiate.
Mmm.
See ya.
(SIGHS) See ya.
(LAUGHS) OK, girls, who's the smart-arse? You're the one with the wobbly boots on.
Well, Lizard was the one who wanted a sheila, wasn't he? And I got him one.
Heard she's really gorgeous, mate.
Yeah, if you like canines.
Very touching.
Moony.
Come in the office, mate.
DOCKET: You hear the new tea boy's coming tomorrow? Yeah.
I expect our AFP brother to be shown all due courtesy.
He helps me type some of these briefs I'll show him due courtesy alright.
Docket, did Russell the Muscle do that or what? Flannagan's payphone at the FoodPlus.
Got a couple more numbers to check up.
You know, that bastard's getting busier.
And, Russell, just run these numbers past Telecom, would you? Yeah, OK.
Give them to me, Darbs.
The names and addresses.
524-6970.
Yep.
524-2389.
So, what did Goose have to say for himself? Laid an egg.
DARBY: Ooh! Golden? Oh, silver-plated, slightly tarnished.
We're still talking precious metals.
Yeah.
The gunk came from a World War II munitions factory.
DARBY: Ooh, doesn't know which one, does he? No, so can you spend some time down the Defence Forces going through the files? Carol's lined up a contact for you.
Someone that Goose used to work with.
Yeah, sure.
Good grief! How many are there? Oh, these are just for starters.
I'm waiting for lan's contact to fax some more.
He's waiting for Canberra to pull its collective finger out.
I'm gonna have fun, aren't I, finding a collator, saying, "What did your father do in the war?" Got it in one.
Do you know, it could just come down to local knowledge.
We could be staring at the bloody thing and not even know it.
Mmm.
Oh, hi, Chris.
Oh, hi, Darbs.
Excuse me, Cath.
Sure.
Shit, sorry, Chris.
Haven't had a chance to identify that cutting agent yet.
I've been flat-out on Peter's ag burgs.
No, that's no sweat.
That can wait.
We're on again tonight.
Oh, you need me.
Um, we need you.
Another rat-infested observation post? Mm-mm.
Ooh.
(WHISTLE BLOWS) MAN ON RADIO: Target's entering in the car park.
How are you going your end? Chris is still getting wired, but we're looking good.
He's in the car park.
Be on his way up any minute.
OK.
How's that? Yeah, that's good.
All done.
Great.
Moving our end.
He'd have to be on top of you before you made any impact with that.
If he was on top of me, I know what I'd aim at.
OK.
(PIANO PLAYS COCKTAIL MUSIC) Hi.
Have you been waiting long? Just got here.
Drink? Ah, yeah.
I'll have a mineral water.
Thanks.
Two Perrier.
So, how are we looking, then? Very, very good.
Mmm.
Oh, we've got one slight problem.
Er, my man wants a taste up-front.
You don't trust me.
No, I'm not asking for me, I'm asking for him.
You never mentioned anything about this man before.
No, I know.
And I probably should've kept it like that.
He's, um, he's been burnt before, OK? And he likes being careful.
And so do I.
And I'm saying I want a taste.
I don't do business like this.
You want to deal with me, you do things my way.
That's it, then.
What can I say? SERGIO: Wait here.
I'll get back to you.
What do you reckon? Mmm.
It's hard to tell.
Not happy, is he? CHRIS: No, no.
That's fine.
Just leave it, thanks.
Definitely not happy.
He smells a rat, I can feel it.
Shit! He's not coming back.
MAN: He's in the lift.
I know I had him.
It's a pain in the bum needing to get a sample.
He's gotta go to his holding place.
Could be miles.
WOMAN: I've got the eyeball.
He's, er, moving towards his car.
He's making a phone call.
(SIGHS) Oh, God.
Almost two bloody hours.
(SIGHS) Would you like another mineral water? Something to eat? Um, I'll have a coffee - long black, please.
(PHONE RINGS) Oh, er, actually, could you bring me the bill, please? Hello.
Yeah.
What what's happened to you? I I mean, I'm just about to give up.
Reception.
Come on! I mean, that's hardly enough time for (SLAMS PHONE SHUT) Shit.
The sample's at reception.
I've gotta meet him across town within an hour if I'm happy with it.
WHITEY: These bastards are always paranoid about being ripped off.
CHRIS: Can we just wait till Carol finishes, thank you, see what she has to say? Can you hold still for a minute? He's got the wind up, Chrissy.
You felt it.
He's onto you.
Oh! The microwave transmitter is warm.
What do you mean it's warm? It's warm! She's had it on for too long.
Positive.
The rate of change indicates it's pretty pure.
OK.
Are you happy now? No.
Replace it.
What with? They don't grow on trees.
How sure are you? As much as I can be from a spot test.
All it's really telling us is we have a substance here with the same chemistry as cocaine that could be cocaine.
Sorry, Carol, that's not good enough.
It's all I can do till I get back to the lab.
Oh, you know, it's well made.
Good structure.
But then so's a lot of coke I've seen of late.
Could be one of the dental drugs.
Lignocaine, maybe.
It tested positive.
What more do you want? Do you think it's gonna jump out at you in big letters? I wanna feel confident, OK? And I don't feel confident.
Half an hour.
I think he's dudding you.
I was the one there.
Look, you're not going back until I know for sure.
You are getting too old for this.
CAROL: Can somebody get me a glass? Yeah, I'll get it.
I know, the chemistry's crude.
What's this gonna tell you that the spot test hasn't? I'm not sure.
Thanks.
No worries.
OK, we've got something.
Give me a cigarette, hmm? Don't drown them.
Whatever it is, it's pretty pure.
Hasn't been cut with sugars.
Should be clear by now.
Chris, get me the phone.
Carol, is it coke or isn't it?! I'm a chemist, not a genius.
Thanks.
(DIALS) Hi.
It's me.
Lan, I don't have time.
The bookshelf above my desk.
Grab the one with the red cover.
The spiral is about an inch and a half thick.
Look up benzocaine for me.
I wanna know what it does with bleach.
I've got an oily orange slick.
Doesn't look like coke to me.
Ah, good evening, madam.
Can I help you? Er, yes, I'm here to meet someone.
Please go ahead.
Thank you.
Hi.
What did you think? Great.
Loved it.
Top stuff.
What do you think I am? Stupid? It was lignocaine.
Now, if some dental drug is the best that you can do, then you can shove it, because there's plenty of others like you around.
You test me.
I test you.
Uh- uh.
See ya.
(QUIETLY) Wait a minute.
Article on page three.
The best that you can get.
I guarantee it.
This is business.
OK? Well, I think I'll try the seafood this time.
I'm starving.
I've got an in on a big buy.
I need new investors.
Are you interested? Oh.
Guess what.
You know what I've found? Melbourne has got one of the largest Pre-Columbian art collections in Australia.
(SIGHS) What time is it? Er it's after two.
So how'd your deal go? Ooh.
What's the matter? I burnt my breast.
I was wearing the transmitter so long, I actually got fried.
(BOTH LAUGH) Mmm.
So, aren't you gonna ask me how the deal went? Do I wanna know? Yes, darling, you do How bad do I wanna know? (LAUGHS) Mmm.
I'd say that you were very, very interested.
Well, that's just my natural curiosity.
(BOTH LAUGH) So aren't you gonna tell me? Mmm.
How does the word 'importation' sit? It sits very nicely.
(SIGHS) I had a lovely, lovely dinner with my cocaine dealer tonight.
Guess what he told me.
There's an importation coming.
And he's buying.
Ooh-ee! (CHUCKLES) GOOSE: I was looking for hair dye to see if it'd been bleached, coloured, something.
I'm a goose.
I can't believe what a goose I am.
Ted Addison said he was anaemic.
It's one of the classic symptoms.
Carol, can you punch that up again? Er, see here - riddled with lead.
Lead, as in the gunk? That's the stuff.
Blood type's checked out - AB+.
Hold onto your horses while I zap this.
Here we have Mr Blundstone's blood.
Not a well man by any stretch of the imagination.
And here we have our solo ag burglar.
It's the same crook.
(TAKES DRAG) I suppose the possibility of having two villains with extreme and identical levels of lead poisoning working concurrently in the same area is, er, reasonably remote.
(CHUCKLES) Shortish.
Blonde sort of colour.
Straight.
It looked as though he hadn't shaved for a couple of days.
Er, moustache? Yes.
Did he have any scars, tattoos, any peculiarities - the way he walked, moved? Well, maybe a bit of a slouch, but no.
Had an earring, though.
Now, was it one or two? L-I think one in one ear, but (SIGHS) I hate getting old.
It's OK.
It'll come to me.
I know it will come to me.
Probably in the middle of the night.
What about pants? Can you remember what sort of pants he was wearing? Pants? Jeans! Who's with Deputy Dawg? FLUFF: Can't you smell the aroma, mate? Oh.
He'd be a bit hard to miss Well, according to lan, this guy's the rapist.
Yeah, and he's suffering from acute lead poisoning.
And the bastard's running rogue without the other bloke pulling the strings.
Hmm.
Next couple may not be so lucky.
How are you going with head injuries? Er, still checking.
Move it, will you, Grump? Mate, I reckon the complexion should be a bit redder.
Like you all to meet Mark Spivak of the Federal Police.
Oh, yes.
As you all know, Sergeant Spivak's gonna be working alongside us from now on.
I'm sure we can count on your full cooperation.
Senior Sergeant Moon, he's all yours.
Thanks, boss.
Er, I've gotta get onto Western General, boss.
Um, why don't I leave you with Detective Saunders? Spivak? Spivak - hang on, I used to go to school with a Spivak.
Er, he used to play stink finger with himself.
Leon.
No relation? Family trait, getting in the poo.
Could've been a cousin.
(LAUGHS) Andrew Saunders, mate.
They call me Fluff.
And why's that? Because that's all he's bloody well after.
Come on, mate, I'll show you the ropes.
(TRAIN PASSES) (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) (PHONE RINGS) I'll get it, mate.
Major Crime.
Nah, been and gone.
Try again tomorrow.
Yeah.
You still bludging, pal? (SIGHS) Well, I've just been having a yak to my old mate Sergeant Spivak.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Had a bit of a covert perv through his diary too, mate.
Wanted to find out what sort of a calibre copper we had there.
Rhodes scholar, no doubt.
Mind in neutral, thumb up the bum.
Well, I'm afraid he's a bit of a doorman, mate.
See, the only claim to fame there is busting some poor bastard trying to pass a dud cheque through Australian bloody Airlines! (LAUGHS) Major Crime.
(BOTH LAUGH)