Phoenix (1992) s02e12 Episode Script
Snow Job
He's just passed us.
He's heading for the gallery.
He's wearing a knockout cologne, Chris.
Ask him what sort.
I can get some for Spud.
Does that mean our engagement's off? (LAUGHS) Five grand, compliments of the taxpayer.
Thanks.
OK, let's get it on.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Going inside.
We're following.
Bloody silly place for a deal.
He wanted the adventure.
Right.
How's that? Let's see.
That's good.
Alright.
1,000 years before he was born, there was another Picasso.
Hmm.
I didn't think you'd come.
Well, I can think of better places.
No, you're just like me.
The quickening, the edge, that's what you live for.
No, Sergio.
I live for the money.
I don't believe you.
(LAUGHS) You've been staring at these too long.
Give me your hand.
We talked about doing more business.
I could go for a kilo of coke if the quality's right.
The stuff you're holding's been cut by about 30%.
That's as good as you can expect.
I don't believe you.
I didn't think you would.
Mmm.
I've gotta keep my clients happy.
If I put my cut in on it too, then they're not satisfied What do you want - 90%? Or better.
That's import quality.
Can you help me? Julie, you like to move fast, I told you.
Mmm, and maybe you were right.
No problem.
I'll call you.
CHRIS ON RADIO: How soon do you think you can get it to me? I'll get back to you.
Give me your arm.
Keep moving.
He was watching us.
Staring at your legs.
Bad manners.
Good taste.
He said it would be import quality - 90%.
So do you think it's coming off our boat? Yeah, it's gotta be the same game.
I mean, it's all pointing that way.
Could your man be our importer? Gut feeling - I think he's probably just a buyer.
And and he feels OK with you? He told me this lot would be cut by 30%, and it wasn't a lie.
And you feel safe with him? Absolutely.
You're worse than Whitey.
I'm gone.
Is there something I should know about? No, just wondering who's gonna do the shopping.
You wanna do the shopping? You could be good at the shopping.
Sir.
Our people in Sydney have confirmed the vessel's finished her stopover there.
Due here tomorrow 0700 hours, give or take.
That's all the time we've got before the coke's on top of us.
And we're assuming it's not heroin, are we? I think it's coke.
Why? If it's coming from up near the Golden Triangle? Er, no, sir, yesterday.
What about it? The report I sent you.
Didn't get it.
I faxed it to you as soon as we heard.
Look, did you tell Robyn Here we go, bitch bloody bitch.
Shush.
Pair of wankers.
OK, Russell, could you please National terminals have helped trace the container back past the Philippines.
It didn't originate in Quezon City.
It was transhipped there from Hamburg, via London, Philadelphia, Barranquilla.
Barranquilla? Yep.
Barry who? Colombia.
Cocaine.
So which one of our players went to Pablo Escobar and bought five kilograms of uncut? Someone with bigger balls than Flannagan.
Lew.
Our aim is to catch the crooks behind the drug importation but we also want the little pricks that committed the ag burgs that started this whole thing off, screwing up many people's lives in the process.
Well, we've put one of them away, and the other bastard's gonna follow.
PETER: If he's still breathing.
They're the pawns.
Now we want the top of the pyramid.
And Flannagan is the key.
Make sure the dogs understand that.
Keep them sharp.
I promised them a barrel.
We're staying at arm's length.
Yeah, we're not gonna storm the ship.
I've said this to Lew, and I'll say it to you.
Fed Pol have been known to go for the drugs and miss the importers.
But this time we'll let it run until we scoop the lot together with the top boys in possession.
Flannagan gets his container, takes out the drugs and we follow him.
But before this happens, we'll be keeping the whole of the docks under surveillance.
What I'm showing you is classified.
High-resolution lenses that, with computer enhancement, can go from a landscape right down to a close-up of an ugly crook's face.
Hot-shit video technology that we can position on top of the light tower near berth number 004.
Insurance - anyone tampers with that container before it leaves and we're going to know about it.
Sir, how do we get them up there? Our tech people will go in as maintenance workers.
There are a lot of eyes and ears on the docks.
They can smell a cop at 50 paces.
BCI are advising the AFP, so let's not underestimate our federal colleagues' resources, eh? Peeping Tom's wet dream, eh, Darbs? Well, you'd know, Fluff.
(LAUGHTER) (GROANS) (ALARM BLARES) Hey, Rocky.
What's the deal with the lights? They reckon the supervisor's old lady went berserk, come in last night, shot them out with her kid's shanghai.
Fair dinkum? Yeah.
Went off her 'nana.
(LAUGHS) Wasn't getting enough.
Only, I was thinking, you know, maybe it was the feds.
Feds can't climb a ladder, mate.
We'd have been scraping them off the concrete by now.
So, how's it all going? Soon be shouting the bar, Nipper.
There must be something I can do.
The giggle's all mine.
Get to pay off the Nissan.
(LAUGHS) On a bag of tasty.
Yeah, mate, sure.
You believe what you like.
I'm talking pure driven snow from South A-bloody-merica, mate.
Jesus Christ.
(LAUGHS) Reckon it's direct from one of the mobs over there.
So do we know who went over to do the buy? My guess is not even Flannagan knows that.
So Rocky gets the container, sticks it on the truck, and it goes where? Well, I'm not sure of that.
He says there's a good 10 kilo in it.
10? What, you believe that? He said 20, so I believed 10.
We were thinking five.
You'll have to lift your sights, mate.
I mean, whoever brings that off the ship, that's a million and a half easy.
You haven't told anyone about me, have ya? No, mate.
No way.
Only I read the papers and I get very nervous.
You're not gonna be registered.
You have to.
I tell some arsehole superintendent, he gets pissed and starts mouthing off.
No, no, no, it's not on.
Spoken like a clan McRea Highlander.
(LAUGHTER) You hear that? It's the old man laughing in his grave.
So how's your mum? Sent me a video of her and young Layla's kiddies.
Winter in Glasgow? Got rocks in their heads.
Hey, Nip, if you hear anything else, don't ring from the union office, OK? The amenities building.
It's all different now.
Same as the cost of living.
MAN: Going in.
Climbing out.
OVER RADIO: Sheila's hanging up.
Target's twitchy, looking at his watch.
Going for it.
Correction - no, he's not.
Looking at his watch.
Hey, Darbs, he's waiting.
Yeah, roger that, Spike.
Peter, Flannagan's broken routine.
He's gone to the hot phone but he's not phoning, he's waiting.
Are the listeners on it? Yeah, ready to roll.
Thank you.
MAN ON PHONE: It's me.
MAN 2 ON PHONE: OK.
It's all good.
You're not being watched? BCI.
You reckon I wouldn't know? Vinnie there? You need to be very sure.
The FoodPlus coming through now.
The jacks are cleaning up the burgs.
That's all they've got.
There's no connection.
If the one inside keeps his mouth shut.
Got a trace? They're working on it.
No problem with him.
You keeping him worried? He is shitting bricks.
That's him, the voice, mate.
He knows the score.
And the other? Been taken care of.
What? Permanently? That's what you wanted.
(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus.
He was already screwed in the head.
Now, I get that extra 10, right? (SIGHS) Goods back on track? Arrive tomorrow, delivery the day after.
The buyer? He's ready.
Very eager to take possession.
Call me.
(PHONE RINGS) The other ag burglar, you reckon? Sounds like he's been knocked.
BCI.
They're bloody ruthless, mate.
Shame, really.
Actually, I was looking forward to nailing the little prick.
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) Bet you bloody were.
Thanks for that, mate.
Couple of blokes here are gonna be rapt.
Oh.
Call was traced to an office in Oakley.
Martin Schultz.
(LAUGHS) Barrister and solicitor.
The bloody professional.
See you upstairs.
OK.
You little ball biter, darling.
SPIVAK: OK, here's our man, Mr Schultz.
MAN: Solicitor, conveyancing, no form.
SAUNDERS: Nice bit of stuff.
Despina Costanopolis, it's his secretary.
Porks her every Friday night.
I would.
He's heading for his Merc here.
Darbs, I've got the rego on that.
Thank you.
Saw a dog piss on it before.
Oh, a dog with class.
Whoa, what happened there? Chopper.
Just adjusting the monopod.
Monopod? You were using your knob, were you? (LAUGHTER) OK, we followed it home to his street in Brighton.
We took one pass but it was too quiet.
This is his kid.
And the lady of the house.
Suburban bliss.
Suburban prison.
What we've gotta remember is the thin bloody ice we're treading on here.
We dig too deep now, at this stage, he's gonna twig, pull the plug on the whole kit and caboodle.
So arm's length till the money is actually there in his hands.
That's all the more reason to stay back from the drugs.
I'm not arguing.
Who was it said all lawyers are crooks? Wasn't far wrong, hey, Lew? No, Wally, Unless they're in the force, of course.
Well done! Keep him on the hook.
Well, if I had a beer, I'd drink to you.
Taking care of that, sir.
I found this woman in the lift, Claims she knows you.
Thank you, sir.
So what do we know about him? So you want the good news or the even better? OK, the buy has been approved.
Sergio called and the deal's on, OK? A kilo of almost uncut.
So when? Day after tomorrow.
MOON: Noddy? Yeah.
Excuse me.
Senior.
Tense up, mate.
Chief Super's on his way down.
The raid on Garry Francis McKinnon.
Why did it go wrong? There's always a good reason, a detail.
Why can't I find it? The family of Cheryl Anne aren't satisfied either.
They want to understand why she'll never walk again except with the aid of a crutch.
They're pursuing a civil claim for damages against the Force.
They have the support of the Ombudsman.
It's gonna finish up in court.
And you want a scapegoat? That's a stupid thing to say.
We told you all we know.
We can't read her mind.
She went out the window, but that's it.
You two were nearest the window when it happened.
I want you to give your shoes, the ones you were wearing then, to lan Cochrane.
They labelled? No, we switched them.
If they're not the right ones, that'll go in my report.
What on exactly? Obviously not looking for evidence on the shoes themselves.
I've been asked to do an analysis of the footprint choreography near the window the girl swan-dived out of.
And if you detect an uncharacteristic lament in my tone of voice Oh, there, there, dear.
It was only a gross insult.
Jock suggested I take extra care in case I'm biased towards you.
I mean, what does he think I am? Human? If you were my own mother, God help you, I'd do it exactly the same as I always do.
With careful incompetence.
(LAUGHS) Will you shut up? PETER: If you wanna get promoted beyond super, you've gotta do time with the toecutters - look at Brennan.
That prick sold out, you know.
Two promotions in two years, though.
Mate, it's not the shoes, I mean Sergio.
What? Does that give you a hint? I haven't seen him.
What are you doing?! Come on, guys.
Hey.
Hey, hey, oi.
I don't I told you already.
Yeah, well, I don't know anything.
Yeah, well, listen.
Hey, you do that again, I'm gonna break your arm.
Let her go.
Let me go.
Did we come to the wrong place? Is there a problem? Let's go.
He's going after her.
Uh-huh.
So, what do we do? She's on her own, mate.
They were the police, Julie.
I know.
Don't worry about it.
I'm worried.
Look, he's been trying to find some guy that I knew, and every time I see him Arsehole.
Hey, it's OK, it's OK.
Sorry, I'm being No, I'm seeing a different side of you.
I've gotta go.
I'll give you a call tomorrow, OK? Why don't we got back to my place? Er, chase your blues away.
Now, that's an idea.
You know Timothy, don't you? Yeah, we've shared the odd nightspot, haven't we? Taxi! No, Sergio, I think I just really wanna go home, OK? Thank you for the shoulder.
Another time, Timothy.
Sure.
Taxi! See ya.
Disappointing.
Yeah.
(SHIP HORNS BLARE) Bloody beautiful sight! Oh, it's a heap of rusty shit.
Ear to the ground, Nipper.
You gotta be quick.
(CAMERA WHIRRS AND CLICKS) Let's go in on that, Chopper.
Bring it up.
DARBY: Oh, wow.
Is there someone on deck? Let's have a look at these guys.
As far as you can.
SAUNDERS: See that? Yeah, it's good, isn't it? Shit! Slacking off.
Goodbye, sailor.
Hang on.
Moving background makes it harder.
Spiv.
Chopper, let's punch this one up.
Righto, that's Wilson.
The syndicate's eyes on the wharf.
Yeah.
DARBY: Who are the girls? Hookers.
OK, let's try and keep this one on him the whole time.
(PHONE RINGS) Sergeant Spivak.
Stay with him, Chopper.
Spivak.
(QUIETLY) You reckon? I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Alright.
Alright.
Keep with them.
But stay back, for God's sake.
So you blokes want a coffee or something? Short black, mate.
Yeah, thanks, Peter.
Reminding me of somebody, Docket.
So, what do you reckon? I don't know.
Very suspicious.
ROCKY: Well, you're a bloody idiot! Well, what would you do?! I wouldn't do that.
No way.
I've had to do something.
It's stupid! Lower risk.
Alright, alright.
What's done is done.
That's it OK, Flannagan's answering from home.
The second one's new.
MAN ON TAPE: Yes? MAN 2 ON TAPE: I'm from up north.
Go on.
There's been a hitch.
OK.
Well, you want me to tell you about it? No, no, no.
I'll come out.
Alright.
Don't move.
Mm-hm.
Something's gone wrong.
Yeah.
I can't believe your timing - right when it was happening.
Mmm.
No, no, no.
He's got no idea what I'm involved in.
Uh-uh.
Well (LAUGHS) I mean, I'm not dressed.
Yeah.
If you give me half an hour.
OK.
I'll see ya.
'Bye.
He wants a long talk.
Aha! Tying up all his promises? Well, I mean, I'm just one of a whole lot.
If you're lucky.
I reckon he wants your body, Chris.
(LAUGHS) We all do.
He can't have it 'cause I can't prejudice the evidence.
What if he insists? We're all stuffed.
(OVER RADIO) Room 14.
Yeah.
Why's she so muffled? SPUD: Received that, Whitey? 14.
Roger that, Spud.
It's up the stairs on the left.
Turn right, then first door on the left.
Hi.
Hi.
Look, I've given you the deal, why should I change it? Look, tell me yes or no.
Want or not want.
Look That's what I said.
Look, I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll ring you back in 20 minutes, you tell me yes or no, OK? Desperate to buy, paranoid I won't come through.
Oh, right.
Like to take over? I've been with him too many times.
It was a she, actually.
Oh.
Would you mind taking that off, please? Take off my blouse? If you wouldn't mind.
Just say the word.
He's gonna find the wire.
CHRIS: And you said I liked to move fast.
I wanna be satisfied.
OK.
What do you think I am, Sergio? I'd be disappointed if you were a cop.
(LAUGHS) And how do I answer that? "Of course not.
Please believe me"? I'm sorry.
I don't wanna be more of a fool than I already am.
Juliet, you said.
Um you're you're pushing me.
Of course I am.
Yeah.
I just need more time.
I can't get rid of him.
Who? The one the cops are after.
He had to disappear.
Why? Well, he's like you.
He's in the same business.
Oh, that's very tidy.
What do you mean? All these coincidences.
Well, I'm telling you the truth.
I mean, you don't believe it? I told you, I'm a fool.
I'm a fool too, Sergio.
Look, I want the same as you, I'm telling you, but it just it isn't easy.
I wanna believe you.
Well, what can I do? Show me your money - 80,000 cash, old bills.
Yeah, well, I don't have it on me.
I see it today in front of me, with my own eyes, or the deal's off and you get nothing.
Any doubts and you go straight back to business.
You understand? Stalemate.
So where's the transmitter? Is it down her crotch or up her bum? MAN: West on Williamstown Road, approaching the turn-off.
He's going for it.
He's heading towards the gates.
That's far enough.
He can go to the gate.
If he wants to get burnt.
Alright, Des, hold it there.
(ALARMS WAIL) Rocky.
SPIVAK: "Hey, Rocky, come here.
" "Can't you come here, mate? I'm supposed to be working.
" "That's a bloody joke, mate.
" "Come on, I don't own you.
I don't make the rules.
" Robert De Niro's pretty safe, fellas.
Thanks, Chopper.
Everyone's a critic, mate.
Coffee? What are you looking for? You tell me, mate.
You tell me.
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Do I look happy? (ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Hey, Stewie.
You ain't got a bit of the old stuff, eh? I don't know what you're talking about, Nipper.
It's alright, I'm getting it off Rocky.
It's a long way for Flannagan to come, though, eh? Yeah.
He's spewing.
(LAUGHS) (BOTH SPEAK INAUDIBLY) Stewie! Got some work for you, Nipper.
Mate, I've just gotta get some fags.
Ah, Flannagan's leaving empty-handed.
PETER: So you gonna put the dogs back on him? SPIVAK: No, I might leave them where they are.
Yeah.
(PHONE RINGS) SPIVAK: Action's still with him, Chopper.
Peter Faithful.
NIPPER: I've only got a minute.
There's a new player in the game.
Steward, ex-docker, name of Petrovic.
He called in Flannagan.
What's the story? He's got the wind up.
He's found out there were two blokes from Customs on the ship after it left Sydney.
After? Yeah, after.
They just dropped in out of the bloody sky.
Anyway, this steward bloke twigs real quick, like, they're not Customs, they're bloody feds.
You there? Yeah, yeah.
Go on.
Well, that's all I got.
I'll need more time with him.
Look, they may still be gonna do it, I don't know.
But I'll ring you.
Yeah.
Listen, if you do, mate, just be careful.
Alright? Alright.
'Bye.
SAUNDERS: What's up, mate? MOON: What's he done? He's snowed us.
FLUFF: You're bloody joking.
Customs, eh, Spiv? Yeah.
What - dropped mid-ocean by chopper? That sound like Customs to you, Fluff? Nah, mate.
Sounds like fantastic plastics to me.
Only they'd be stupid enough to bloody do something What shit are you on about? You stuffed our job! Now, this idiot has ruined our chances by the stroke of a pen.
How did you get onto this? Now, maybe we've got a man down there or maybe you've got a leak.
Hey, I follow instructions, pal, same as you! Mate, tell me to hit the bastard.
Tell me to bloody hit him.
No, he's just not worth it, alright? Stupid ponce.
Len.
Can I borrow your office, Inspector? Yes, sir.
Superintendent.
What's the story, Len? Making all the right noises, now you pull a stunt like this.
There was always a danger that the container could have been interfered with at sea.
Our men on the ship have confirmed that it wasn't.
Your men on the ship have been sprung.
We can't say what's happened there.
If the crooks know they're under surveillance, they're still greedy.
They're not gonna pack up and go home.
You should've taken a full page in the 'Age'.
I called it the way I saw it, Wally.
Involving you wasn't necessary, a matter of security.
Half the stewards on all those ships are ex-dockers OK, look, I can understand You don't understand, that's the problem.
You're not practical.
High-tech resources, that's where the real world is going.
I've relied on it from the start.
But, look, mate, there were always gonna be things that I didn't need to bother you with.
So, what else haven't you bothered me with? Back at the start, are we? Do it your way.
Alright, what say we all go back to work, OK? No hard feelings.
(MUTTERING) CHRIS ON RADIO: OK, there it is - 40 bundles of 100, 80 bundles of 50.
SERGIO: Lay them out.
I wanna see all 80.
To you I can admit today has been very long.
I know the feeling, just getting this together.
A lot of talk, a lot of promises.
Multiply that by 4 going on 15.
Have you ever been there? Oh, a million, 120 or 200, assuming they're all getting it for 80.
No, I haven't.
Mental arithmetic.
(LAUGHS) You never beat a dealer.
Yep.
Would you like some of this? No.
I don't use.
I've got friends waiting for me.
Ah.
Lurking in the corridors.
Nothing personal.
I was ripped off and it's not gonna happen again.
If your friends meet up with mine, they can have a party.
Yeah.
Consider it counted.
Oh, great.
OK.
So, now I suppose I'll just have to sleep with it.
Your thugs will be keeping you company, won't they? (LAUGHS) When do you get to keep it? Right now if you like.
Joke.
Let me put it in another way.
When do I get to collect? I'll call you tomorrow.
You won't let me down? Hey, I want this to be the start.
If we work together, we can cut out the ones above.
What, by stealing their connection? No, creating our own, going straight to the source.
The mountains, the coca bushes lovingly plucked by the campesinos.
The cartel thugs with their M16s.
You've got a death wish.
It can be done.
I think we can do it.
I've gotta go.
We'd make a great team.
See ya.
See ya.
Oh, shit, he's not the top man.
He can still lead us there.
He's on the hook, good and proper.
OK, this is the one.
Come right.
Go in on the truck, mate.
OK, that's Tango November Whiskey, That's it.
(LAUGHS) Jumping the queue.
Can't be too worried.
Well, what do you reckon, Stewie? Time for a beer.
Or 10.
(LAUGHS) I'll let you get back to it, then.
Yeah, sure.
Catch you later.
So, you're not on the warrant, so you haven't heard this.
What aren't we listening to? It's a telephone intercept from Flannagan's home.
I wanna know who answers.
We haven't got him on tape before.
MAN ON TAPE: Yeah.
BOTH: Sergio.
MAN 2 ON TAPE: Just to let you know the goods are safe and well.
Nothing to worry about? Not a worry in the world.
I'll give them to you the same time and place.
Same as we agreed? Same as we agreed.
You're not being hassled? Are you? Nuh.
Looking good.
(HANGS UP) So Flannagan went home and made the call.
Hmm.
What's he playing at? Whatever it is, he's not telling Sergio.
Yet.
Mmm.
MAN: FBT's still here, Sarge.
Having a nice little tete-a-tete.
Oops, the driver's departing.
And the container's nice and snug inside.
And we got Flannagan closing his steel door.
GOOSE: Oh, it's the latest dance craze.
It's called the Out The Window Shuffle.
I got this from staring through a Polylight and swearing at an electrostatic lifter.
Oh, were you moaning, darling? Yes.
I should be having a home-cooked meal.
Oh, good.
What are we having? Now, what these tell me is she didn't stop to scuffle with anybody.
Clear definition.
No interruption of the logical left-right sequence.
I overlay these with yours and the senior sergeant's.
You can see you do a bit of a jump and a shuffle here - "Police.
Don't move," whatever you say, Straight to the window, shock, horror, and out.
Which is lan's way of saying you're in the clear.
So have you told Brennan this? "Oh, thank you very much," he said.
And walked out.
God, he's an android.
Well, maybe you could take him apart and find out.
Look, I owe you guys a beer.
Thanks very much.
Doing my job.
Can I ring the babysitter and tell her what time we'll be home tonight? What are you talking about? Didn't he tell you? Who? Mr Spivak's got us on hold for the JTF.
Wouldn't say what for.
We thought you'd know.
So did I.
MAN: Bullshit.
It's in black and white.
Mate, there's something that's weird.
Yeah, they're playing funny buggers.
A bit on the bloody nose, I reckon, mate.
Look after that for us, will ya? Good onya.
Any calls from our man? No, mate, none.
Look, if he does, no matter what's happening, give me a call, OK? Yeah, of course, of course.
Peter.
Mr Brennan.
This won't take long.
I've spoken to forensic.
I want you both to know I'm satisfied the girl was not physically interfered with in her jump from the window.
MOON: Good.
But I use that word carefully.
It wasn't a fall, it was a jump.
All the evidence points to that, do you agree? Yes.
The question now is, what would make her do such an extraordinary thing? Terror? We assume so.
It's hard to think of anything else.
A forced search is frightening, not only for victims.
Yeah, you're not wrong.
But is it designed to be terrifying? In my experience, only when the procedure is not followed exactly to the letter.
A mindless threat.
Weapon pushed into the face.
Some reason.
That's what I've yet to find out.
That's all for now.
You know, I reckon the bastard's obsessed.
Want the bad news? They want to do a covert entry into Flannagan's warehouse, open the container, and replace the drugs with talcum powder.
Oh, that makes sense.
They could leave it sitting there for months.
Crooks aren't gonna sit on 10 kilos of coke.
Word gets out, they'll be ripped off.
Yeah, my guess is they're moving it out tonight.
That's not what the dogs tell us, Peter.
Flannagan is at home with his wife and a house full of kids.
They're having a party or something.
A sleep over? Whatever! We need the insurance, that's the bottom line.
Now, if we lose the crooks or the evidence doesn't hold up You get the drugs.
For what? For what? A headline in tomorrow's paper.
No.
It won't be announced immediately.
Look, we'll leave a kilogram untouched, so when they do move on it, we can charge them with possession.
Bullshit.
We're about to get all of these bastards in the net, right? And you're getting an attack of the jelly-knees.
Think about this, Spivak.
It's been a long haul.
But I agree with Peter 100%.
We still want the heads at the top.
You're happy with less.
I'm going for what's realistic.
Alright, it's on.
Pig's arse.
Listen, I'll go with them - make sure everything goes back exactly the way it bloody well was.
Alright, guys, guys, rock'n'roll.
So, what do you think, Darbs, headless chooks? Well, it's beginning to look like the crooks know more than we do.
How's Spielberg going? (LAUGHTER) How are you going, Grump? I'm not sure.
Just open the bloody thing, will you? Hang on, mate, hang on.
Come on, guys.
Got it.
You got it? Yep.
Help you out? Beautiful.
Yes! (WOLF-WHISTLING) (GOOSE WHISPERS) Hang on, hang on.
Before you start hacking it with an axe, can I just shine this here? He's my hero.
(LAUGHS) Piss off.
Noddy, mate.
Eyeballed outside, mate, all clear.
No-one hanging around the bushes.
How's the hair, mate.
Is it alright? OK, you can open it now, very carefully.
(RADIO CRACKLES LOUDLY) Can you get rid of that static? (STATIC FADES) CHOPPER: Good as I can get, sir.
OK, it's full of cardboard boxes.
They're labelled in a God knows, foreign language and in English "Embroidered bed linen.
" Oh, God, this is gonna take all night.
Mate, can you punch up the dock, please? MAN ON RADIO: Tell us what we're after.
Over here.
DARBY: So, what are we looking for? Well, what would you do? If I was the crooks? Sniffed it all by now.
Bugger the profits, get it while you can.
ROCKY: I'm fair dinkum, I've seen him operate.
He gets all mournful and hangs his head.
And the sheila says, "What's wrong, Bill?" And Bill goes, "I think I might be, you know a poofter.
" And she goes, "You sure? You never done it with a woman?" Look, I've heard this 50 times before and I still don't believe it.
Shut up, Nipper.
God's truth.
Bill goes, "Not really.
I can't seem to relax.
" You haven't got a couple of two bobs on you, have you? She starts giving him kissing lessons.
My bird won't have a bar of me and this one's sticking her tongue down his throat.
I've got to go phone the old lady.
Did he end up in the cot with her? Greatest root of his life.
How could he keep a straight face? What have you been telling him? What do you mean? It's you who's been shooting his mouth off.
HOWIE ON RADIO: Does that look like a rabbit, Fluff? (LAUGHTER) Still no joy with the dog.
The stuff must be tightly packaged.
Over here, I've got forensic looking inside another box.
Do you wanna bring the dog? Ooh, shit! No? The dog's still not interested.
Do you reckon it could be impregnated into the sheets? That's a complicated way of doing it.
And if it was, we'd be here for a week.
SAUNDERS: Hey, Spivo, come and have a look at this, will you? Spivo, every pallet is full, right, and evenly stacked, except for this one.
There's a box missing, mate.
That's a wild bloody guess.
Yeah, you reckon? (PHONE RINGS) Intellectual giant.
Oh, Mr Cochrane, you still got that seal? DARBY: Major Crime.
Yes.
Peter! (SOFTLY) Hello.
I'm a wee bit pissed but I got most of the story.
You're supposed to be the old lady, so if I start mouthing off you'll know what I'm on about.
Deadset dog, mate.
Jesus, mate! Nipper? I know what it's like.
I've known him longer than you, and we go back yonks.
That's right.
You think of that time he got done for pinching stuff off the ship.
He got off, didn't he? Yeah.
My oath.
How? Got a good lawyer? (LAUGHS) The jacks said, "Here you go, son, talk to us.
" You done good, mate.
Do me a favour, you've pushed it far enough.
Yeah.
Cheers.
GOOSE ON RADIO: Yeah, now that I look at it properly, we're not the first people that have tampered with it.
The seal's been cut, superglued back together.
Night, all.
Shit! CAROL: Thanks for the memories.
(MUTTERS) The drugs are still on the boat.
Is this from your man? He was giving them a hand.
According to the steward, he had a mate in the radio room who was warned about the chopper before it landed.
They had time to get down to the container, take the drugs out, put them in the bilge.
They wouldn't be feeding him bullshit? He's always the best.
He'd know if they were.
Alright, this stays with us.
I'm calling Wally.
Cheers, boss.
Thanks, mate.
Drugs still on the ship, eh? Mm-hm.
Do we know how they're coming off? No.
They're keeping their cards pretty close to their chest.
So, what have you got? Not a lot.
No heads, no drugs and one God almighty stuff-up.
I'm given to believe we have a man on the docks.
Has he heard anything? Don't know where you got that from, but now on any evidence we get stays with us.
Hey! Joint task force! As far as I'm concerned, JTF is dead and buried! I've got more than enough to run with.
These crooks have committed state offences.
So, what am I supposed to do, wait on you to call the tune? Good question.
You've got no drugs, heaps of suspects and no bloody evidence whatsoever.
You've no idea where the drugs are or where they're heading.
I know what I'd do.
ELEVATOR: Level two.
I'll have to go up the line with this.
Prick.
(ALARM WAILS) Jeez, it stinks.
So would you if you'd been sitting in the bilge.
I was right about Nipper.
Shit! He followed me.
Hiding over there like a mangy bloody wombat.
It's all set.
Jesus Christ.
(THUD!) (GROANS) Coffee, mate? Packing up their toys.
So where's the champagne? Russell's got something to tell you.
(CLEARS THROAT) There was an accident at the docks late last night.
Go on.
A bloke was killed.
Vic Dock and Labour and Industry are onto it but it's the usual thing - nobody saw anything.
You got a name? Norman McRae.
Nipper.
Peter! Pete! If those bastards hadn't have stuffed up! Pete! Pete! You treated us like shit right off.
I never trust incompetent people! Hey, Noddy! What about your wife? How much of that have you told me? You were offered Drug Squad involvement but you were too thick to take it.
It wasn't up to me.
It was higher up! Shove it on the brass, that's too easy! You should have told me about that chopper and I could've stopped it.
I tell you what, mate, but you've got blood on your hands now.
Just piss off.
Cool it! Alright.
Let go! Let go of me.
It's up to you now.
He's heading for the gallery.
He's wearing a knockout cologne, Chris.
Ask him what sort.
I can get some for Spud.
Does that mean our engagement's off? (LAUGHS) Five grand, compliments of the taxpayer.
Thanks.
OK, let's get it on.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Going inside.
We're following.
Bloody silly place for a deal.
He wanted the adventure.
Right.
How's that? Let's see.
That's good.
Alright.
1,000 years before he was born, there was another Picasso.
Hmm.
I didn't think you'd come.
Well, I can think of better places.
No, you're just like me.
The quickening, the edge, that's what you live for.
No, Sergio.
I live for the money.
I don't believe you.
(LAUGHS) You've been staring at these too long.
Give me your hand.
We talked about doing more business.
I could go for a kilo of coke if the quality's right.
The stuff you're holding's been cut by about 30%.
That's as good as you can expect.
I don't believe you.
I didn't think you would.
Mmm.
I've gotta keep my clients happy.
If I put my cut in on it too, then they're not satisfied What do you want - 90%? Or better.
That's import quality.
Can you help me? Julie, you like to move fast, I told you.
Mmm, and maybe you were right.
No problem.
I'll call you.
CHRIS ON RADIO: How soon do you think you can get it to me? I'll get back to you.
Give me your arm.
Keep moving.
He was watching us.
Staring at your legs.
Bad manners.
Good taste.
He said it would be import quality - 90%.
So do you think it's coming off our boat? Yeah, it's gotta be the same game.
I mean, it's all pointing that way.
Could your man be our importer? Gut feeling - I think he's probably just a buyer.
And and he feels OK with you? He told me this lot would be cut by 30%, and it wasn't a lie.
And you feel safe with him? Absolutely.
You're worse than Whitey.
I'm gone.
Is there something I should know about? No, just wondering who's gonna do the shopping.
You wanna do the shopping? You could be good at the shopping.
Sir.
Our people in Sydney have confirmed the vessel's finished her stopover there.
Due here tomorrow 0700 hours, give or take.
That's all the time we've got before the coke's on top of us.
And we're assuming it's not heroin, are we? I think it's coke.
Why? If it's coming from up near the Golden Triangle? Er, no, sir, yesterday.
What about it? The report I sent you.
Didn't get it.
I faxed it to you as soon as we heard.
Look, did you tell Robyn Here we go, bitch bloody bitch.
Shush.
Pair of wankers.
OK, Russell, could you please National terminals have helped trace the container back past the Philippines.
It didn't originate in Quezon City.
It was transhipped there from Hamburg, via London, Philadelphia, Barranquilla.
Barranquilla? Yep.
Barry who? Colombia.
Cocaine.
So which one of our players went to Pablo Escobar and bought five kilograms of uncut? Someone with bigger balls than Flannagan.
Lew.
Our aim is to catch the crooks behind the drug importation but we also want the little pricks that committed the ag burgs that started this whole thing off, screwing up many people's lives in the process.
Well, we've put one of them away, and the other bastard's gonna follow.
PETER: If he's still breathing.
They're the pawns.
Now we want the top of the pyramid.
And Flannagan is the key.
Make sure the dogs understand that.
Keep them sharp.
I promised them a barrel.
We're staying at arm's length.
Yeah, we're not gonna storm the ship.
I've said this to Lew, and I'll say it to you.
Fed Pol have been known to go for the drugs and miss the importers.
But this time we'll let it run until we scoop the lot together with the top boys in possession.
Flannagan gets his container, takes out the drugs and we follow him.
But before this happens, we'll be keeping the whole of the docks under surveillance.
What I'm showing you is classified.
High-resolution lenses that, with computer enhancement, can go from a landscape right down to a close-up of an ugly crook's face.
Hot-shit video technology that we can position on top of the light tower near berth number 004.
Insurance - anyone tampers with that container before it leaves and we're going to know about it.
Sir, how do we get them up there? Our tech people will go in as maintenance workers.
There are a lot of eyes and ears on the docks.
They can smell a cop at 50 paces.
BCI are advising the AFP, so let's not underestimate our federal colleagues' resources, eh? Peeping Tom's wet dream, eh, Darbs? Well, you'd know, Fluff.
(LAUGHTER) (GROANS) (ALARM BLARES) Hey, Rocky.
What's the deal with the lights? They reckon the supervisor's old lady went berserk, come in last night, shot them out with her kid's shanghai.
Fair dinkum? Yeah.
Went off her 'nana.
(LAUGHS) Wasn't getting enough.
Only, I was thinking, you know, maybe it was the feds.
Feds can't climb a ladder, mate.
We'd have been scraping them off the concrete by now.
So, how's it all going? Soon be shouting the bar, Nipper.
There must be something I can do.
The giggle's all mine.
Get to pay off the Nissan.
(LAUGHS) On a bag of tasty.
Yeah, mate, sure.
You believe what you like.
I'm talking pure driven snow from South A-bloody-merica, mate.
Jesus Christ.
(LAUGHS) Reckon it's direct from one of the mobs over there.
So do we know who went over to do the buy? My guess is not even Flannagan knows that.
So Rocky gets the container, sticks it on the truck, and it goes where? Well, I'm not sure of that.
He says there's a good 10 kilo in it.
10? What, you believe that? He said 20, so I believed 10.
We were thinking five.
You'll have to lift your sights, mate.
I mean, whoever brings that off the ship, that's a million and a half easy.
You haven't told anyone about me, have ya? No, mate.
No way.
Only I read the papers and I get very nervous.
You're not gonna be registered.
You have to.
I tell some arsehole superintendent, he gets pissed and starts mouthing off.
No, no, no, it's not on.
Spoken like a clan McRea Highlander.
(LAUGHTER) You hear that? It's the old man laughing in his grave.
So how's your mum? Sent me a video of her and young Layla's kiddies.
Winter in Glasgow? Got rocks in their heads.
Hey, Nip, if you hear anything else, don't ring from the union office, OK? The amenities building.
It's all different now.
Same as the cost of living.
MAN: Going in.
Climbing out.
OVER RADIO: Sheila's hanging up.
Target's twitchy, looking at his watch.
Going for it.
Correction - no, he's not.
Looking at his watch.
Hey, Darbs, he's waiting.
Yeah, roger that, Spike.
Peter, Flannagan's broken routine.
He's gone to the hot phone but he's not phoning, he's waiting.
Are the listeners on it? Yeah, ready to roll.
Thank you.
MAN ON PHONE: It's me.
MAN 2 ON PHONE: OK.
It's all good.
You're not being watched? BCI.
You reckon I wouldn't know? Vinnie there? You need to be very sure.
The FoodPlus coming through now.
The jacks are cleaning up the burgs.
That's all they've got.
There's no connection.
If the one inside keeps his mouth shut.
Got a trace? They're working on it.
No problem with him.
You keeping him worried? He is shitting bricks.
That's him, the voice, mate.
He knows the score.
And the other? Been taken care of.
What? Permanently? That's what you wanted.
(SIGHS) Oh, Jesus.
He was already screwed in the head.
Now, I get that extra 10, right? (SIGHS) Goods back on track? Arrive tomorrow, delivery the day after.
The buyer? He's ready.
Very eager to take possession.
Call me.
(PHONE RINGS) The other ag burglar, you reckon? Sounds like he's been knocked.
BCI.
They're bloody ruthless, mate.
Shame, really.
Actually, I was looking forward to nailing the little prick.
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) Bet you bloody were.
Thanks for that, mate.
Couple of blokes here are gonna be rapt.
Oh.
Call was traced to an office in Oakley.
Martin Schultz.
(LAUGHS) Barrister and solicitor.
The bloody professional.
See you upstairs.
OK.
You little ball biter, darling.
SPIVAK: OK, here's our man, Mr Schultz.
MAN: Solicitor, conveyancing, no form.
SAUNDERS: Nice bit of stuff.
Despina Costanopolis, it's his secretary.
Porks her every Friday night.
I would.
He's heading for his Merc here.
Darbs, I've got the rego on that.
Thank you.
Saw a dog piss on it before.
Oh, a dog with class.
Whoa, what happened there? Chopper.
Just adjusting the monopod.
Monopod? You were using your knob, were you? (LAUGHTER) OK, we followed it home to his street in Brighton.
We took one pass but it was too quiet.
This is his kid.
And the lady of the house.
Suburban bliss.
Suburban prison.
What we've gotta remember is the thin bloody ice we're treading on here.
We dig too deep now, at this stage, he's gonna twig, pull the plug on the whole kit and caboodle.
So arm's length till the money is actually there in his hands.
That's all the more reason to stay back from the drugs.
I'm not arguing.
Who was it said all lawyers are crooks? Wasn't far wrong, hey, Lew? No, Wally, Unless they're in the force, of course.
Well done! Keep him on the hook.
Well, if I had a beer, I'd drink to you.
Taking care of that, sir.
I found this woman in the lift, Claims she knows you.
Thank you, sir.
So what do we know about him? So you want the good news or the even better? OK, the buy has been approved.
Sergio called and the deal's on, OK? A kilo of almost uncut.
So when? Day after tomorrow.
MOON: Noddy? Yeah.
Excuse me.
Senior.
Tense up, mate.
Chief Super's on his way down.
The raid on Garry Francis McKinnon.
Why did it go wrong? There's always a good reason, a detail.
Why can't I find it? The family of Cheryl Anne aren't satisfied either.
They want to understand why she'll never walk again except with the aid of a crutch.
They're pursuing a civil claim for damages against the Force.
They have the support of the Ombudsman.
It's gonna finish up in court.
And you want a scapegoat? That's a stupid thing to say.
We told you all we know.
We can't read her mind.
She went out the window, but that's it.
You two were nearest the window when it happened.
I want you to give your shoes, the ones you were wearing then, to lan Cochrane.
They labelled? No, we switched them.
If they're not the right ones, that'll go in my report.
What on exactly? Obviously not looking for evidence on the shoes themselves.
I've been asked to do an analysis of the footprint choreography near the window the girl swan-dived out of.
And if you detect an uncharacteristic lament in my tone of voice Oh, there, there, dear.
It was only a gross insult.
Jock suggested I take extra care in case I'm biased towards you.
I mean, what does he think I am? Human? If you were my own mother, God help you, I'd do it exactly the same as I always do.
With careful incompetence.
(LAUGHS) Will you shut up? PETER: If you wanna get promoted beyond super, you've gotta do time with the toecutters - look at Brennan.
That prick sold out, you know.
Two promotions in two years, though.
Mate, it's not the shoes, I mean Sergio.
What? Does that give you a hint? I haven't seen him.
What are you doing?! Come on, guys.
Hey.
Hey, hey, oi.
I don't I told you already.
Yeah, well, I don't know anything.
Yeah, well, listen.
Hey, you do that again, I'm gonna break your arm.
Let her go.
Let me go.
Did we come to the wrong place? Is there a problem? Let's go.
He's going after her.
Uh-huh.
So, what do we do? She's on her own, mate.
They were the police, Julie.
I know.
Don't worry about it.
I'm worried.
Look, he's been trying to find some guy that I knew, and every time I see him Arsehole.
Hey, it's OK, it's OK.
Sorry, I'm being No, I'm seeing a different side of you.
I've gotta go.
I'll give you a call tomorrow, OK? Why don't we got back to my place? Er, chase your blues away.
Now, that's an idea.
You know Timothy, don't you? Yeah, we've shared the odd nightspot, haven't we? Taxi! No, Sergio, I think I just really wanna go home, OK? Thank you for the shoulder.
Another time, Timothy.
Sure.
Taxi! See ya.
Disappointing.
Yeah.
(SHIP HORNS BLARE) Bloody beautiful sight! Oh, it's a heap of rusty shit.
Ear to the ground, Nipper.
You gotta be quick.
(CAMERA WHIRRS AND CLICKS) Let's go in on that, Chopper.
Bring it up.
DARBY: Oh, wow.
Is there someone on deck? Let's have a look at these guys.
As far as you can.
SAUNDERS: See that? Yeah, it's good, isn't it? Shit! Slacking off.
Goodbye, sailor.
Hang on.
Moving background makes it harder.
Spiv.
Chopper, let's punch this one up.
Righto, that's Wilson.
The syndicate's eyes on the wharf.
Yeah.
DARBY: Who are the girls? Hookers.
OK, let's try and keep this one on him the whole time.
(PHONE RINGS) Sergeant Spivak.
Stay with him, Chopper.
Spivak.
(QUIETLY) You reckon? I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Alright.
Alright.
Keep with them.
But stay back, for God's sake.
So you blokes want a coffee or something? Short black, mate.
Yeah, thanks, Peter.
Reminding me of somebody, Docket.
So, what do you reckon? I don't know.
Very suspicious.
ROCKY: Well, you're a bloody idiot! Well, what would you do?! I wouldn't do that.
No way.
I've had to do something.
It's stupid! Lower risk.
Alright, alright.
What's done is done.
That's it OK, Flannagan's answering from home.
The second one's new.
MAN ON TAPE: Yes? MAN 2 ON TAPE: I'm from up north.
Go on.
There's been a hitch.
OK.
Well, you want me to tell you about it? No, no, no.
I'll come out.
Alright.
Don't move.
Mm-hm.
Something's gone wrong.
Yeah.
I can't believe your timing - right when it was happening.
Mmm.
No, no, no.
He's got no idea what I'm involved in.
Uh-uh.
Well (LAUGHS) I mean, I'm not dressed.
Yeah.
If you give me half an hour.
OK.
I'll see ya.
'Bye.
He wants a long talk.
Aha! Tying up all his promises? Well, I mean, I'm just one of a whole lot.
If you're lucky.
I reckon he wants your body, Chris.
(LAUGHS) We all do.
He can't have it 'cause I can't prejudice the evidence.
What if he insists? We're all stuffed.
(OVER RADIO) Room 14.
Yeah.
Why's she so muffled? SPUD: Received that, Whitey? 14.
Roger that, Spud.
It's up the stairs on the left.
Turn right, then first door on the left.
Hi.
Hi.
Look, I've given you the deal, why should I change it? Look, tell me yes or no.
Want or not want.
Look That's what I said.
Look, I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll ring you back in 20 minutes, you tell me yes or no, OK? Desperate to buy, paranoid I won't come through.
Oh, right.
Like to take over? I've been with him too many times.
It was a she, actually.
Oh.
Would you mind taking that off, please? Take off my blouse? If you wouldn't mind.
Just say the word.
He's gonna find the wire.
CHRIS: And you said I liked to move fast.
I wanna be satisfied.
OK.
What do you think I am, Sergio? I'd be disappointed if you were a cop.
(LAUGHS) And how do I answer that? "Of course not.
Please believe me"? I'm sorry.
I don't wanna be more of a fool than I already am.
Juliet, you said.
Um you're you're pushing me.
Of course I am.
Yeah.
I just need more time.
I can't get rid of him.
Who? The one the cops are after.
He had to disappear.
Why? Well, he's like you.
He's in the same business.
Oh, that's very tidy.
What do you mean? All these coincidences.
Well, I'm telling you the truth.
I mean, you don't believe it? I told you, I'm a fool.
I'm a fool too, Sergio.
Look, I want the same as you, I'm telling you, but it just it isn't easy.
I wanna believe you.
Well, what can I do? Show me your money - 80,000 cash, old bills.
Yeah, well, I don't have it on me.
I see it today in front of me, with my own eyes, or the deal's off and you get nothing.
Any doubts and you go straight back to business.
You understand? Stalemate.
So where's the transmitter? Is it down her crotch or up her bum? MAN: West on Williamstown Road, approaching the turn-off.
He's going for it.
He's heading towards the gates.
That's far enough.
He can go to the gate.
If he wants to get burnt.
Alright, Des, hold it there.
(ALARMS WAIL) Rocky.
SPIVAK: "Hey, Rocky, come here.
" "Can't you come here, mate? I'm supposed to be working.
" "That's a bloody joke, mate.
" "Come on, I don't own you.
I don't make the rules.
" Robert De Niro's pretty safe, fellas.
Thanks, Chopper.
Everyone's a critic, mate.
Coffee? What are you looking for? You tell me, mate.
You tell me.
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Do I look happy? (ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Hey, Stewie.
You ain't got a bit of the old stuff, eh? I don't know what you're talking about, Nipper.
It's alright, I'm getting it off Rocky.
It's a long way for Flannagan to come, though, eh? Yeah.
He's spewing.
(LAUGHS) (BOTH SPEAK INAUDIBLY) Stewie! Got some work for you, Nipper.
Mate, I've just gotta get some fags.
Ah, Flannagan's leaving empty-handed.
PETER: So you gonna put the dogs back on him? SPIVAK: No, I might leave them where they are.
Yeah.
(PHONE RINGS) SPIVAK: Action's still with him, Chopper.
Peter Faithful.
NIPPER: I've only got a minute.
There's a new player in the game.
Steward, ex-docker, name of Petrovic.
He called in Flannagan.
What's the story? He's got the wind up.
He's found out there were two blokes from Customs on the ship after it left Sydney.
After? Yeah, after.
They just dropped in out of the bloody sky.
Anyway, this steward bloke twigs real quick, like, they're not Customs, they're bloody feds.
You there? Yeah, yeah.
Go on.
Well, that's all I got.
I'll need more time with him.
Look, they may still be gonna do it, I don't know.
But I'll ring you.
Yeah.
Listen, if you do, mate, just be careful.
Alright? Alright.
'Bye.
SAUNDERS: What's up, mate? MOON: What's he done? He's snowed us.
FLUFF: You're bloody joking.
Customs, eh, Spiv? Yeah.
What - dropped mid-ocean by chopper? That sound like Customs to you, Fluff? Nah, mate.
Sounds like fantastic plastics to me.
Only they'd be stupid enough to bloody do something What shit are you on about? You stuffed our job! Now, this idiot has ruined our chances by the stroke of a pen.
How did you get onto this? Now, maybe we've got a man down there or maybe you've got a leak.
Hey, I follow instructions, pal, same as you! Mate, tell me to hit the bastard.
Tell me to bloody hit him.
No, he's just not worth it, alright? Stupid ponce.
Len.
Can I borrow your office, Inspector? Yes, sir.
Superintendent.
What's the story, Len? Making all the right noises, now you pull a stunt like this.
There was always a danger that the container could have been interfered with at sea.
Our men on the ship have confirmed that it wasn't.
Your men on the ship have been sprung.
We can't say what's happened there.
If the crooks know they're under surveillance, they're still greedy.
They're not gonna pack up and go home.
You should've taken a full page in the 'Age'.
I called it the way I saw it, Wally.
Involving you wasn't necessary, a matter of security.
Half the stewards on all those ships are ex-dockers OK, look, I can understand You don't understand, that's the problem.
You're not practical.
High-tech resources, that's where the real world is going.
I've relied on it from the start.
But, look, mate, there were always gonna be things that I didn't need to bother you with.
So, what else haven't you bothered me with? Back at the start, are we? Do it your way.
Alright, what say we all go back to work, OK? No hard feelings.
(MUTTERING) CHRIS ON RADIO: OK, there it is - 40 bundles of 100, 80 bundles of 50.
SERGIO: Lay them out.
I wanna see all 80.
To you I can admit today has been very long.
I know the feeling, just getting this together.
A lot of talk, a lot of promises.
Multiply that by 4 going on 15.
Have you ever been there? Oh, a million, 120 or 200, assuming they're all getting it for 80.
No, I haven't.
Mental arithmetic.
(LAUGHS) You never beat a dealer.
Yep.
Would you like some of this? No.
I don't use.
I've got friends waiting for me.
Ah.
Lurking in the corridors.
Nothing personal.
I was ripped off and it's not gonna happen again.
If your friends meet up with mine, they can have a party.
Yeah.
Consider it counted.
Oh, great.
OK.
So, now I suppose I'll just have to sleep with it.
Your thugs will be keeping you company, won't they? (LAUGHS) When do you get to keep it? Right now if you like.
Joke.
Let me put it in another way.
When do I get to collect? I'll call you tomorrow.
You won't let me down? Hey, I want this to be the start.
If we work together, we can cut out the ones above.
What, by stealing their connection? No, creating our own, going straight to the source.
The mountains, the coca bushes lovingly plucked by the campesinos.
The cartel thugs with their M16s.
You've got a death wish.
It can be done.
I think we can do it.
I've gotta go.
We'd make a great team.
See ya.
See ya.
Oh, shit, he's not the top man.
He can still lead us there.
He's on the hook, good and proper.
OK, this is the one.
Come right.
Go in on the truck, mate.
OK, that's Tango November Whiskey, That's it.
(LAUGHS) Jumping the queue.
Can't be too worried.
Well, what do you reckon, Stewie? Time for a beer.
Or 10.
(LAUGHS) I'll let you get back to it, then.
Yeah, sure.
Catch you later.
So, you're not on the warrant, so you haven't heard this.
What aren't we listening to? It's a telephone intercept from Flannagan's home.
I wanna know who answers.
We haven't got him on tape before.
MAN ON TAPE: Yeah.
BOTH: Sergio.
MAN 2 ON TAPE: Just to let you know the goods are safe and well.
Nothing to worry about? Not a worry in the world.
I'll give them to you the same time and place.
Same as we agreed? Same as we agreed.
You're not being hassled? Are you? Nuh.
Looking good.
(HANGS UP) So Flannagan went home and made the call.
Hmm.
What's he playing at? Whatever it is, he's not telling Sergio.
Yet.
Mmm.
MAN: FBT's still here, Sarge.
Having a nice little tete-a-tete.
Oops, the driver's departing.
And the container's nice and snug inside.
And we got Flannagan closing his steel door.
GOOSE: Oh, it's the latest dance craze.
It's called the Out The Window Shuffle.
I got this from staring through a Polylight and swearing at an electrostatic lifter.
Oh, were you moaning, darling? Yes.
I should be having a home-cooked meal.
Oh, good.
What are we having? Now, what these tell me is she didn't stop to scuffle with anybody.
Clear definition.
No interruption of the logical left-right sequence.
I overlay these with yours and the senior sergeant's.
You can see you do a bit of a jump and a shuffle here - "Police.
Don't move," whatever you say, Straight to the window, shock, horror, and out.
Which is lan's way of saying you're in the clear.
So have you told Brennan this? "Oh, thank you very much," he said.
And walked out.
God, he's an android.
Well, maybe you could take him apart and find out.
Look, I owe you guys a beer.
Thanks very much.
Doing my job.
Can I ring the babysitter and tell her what time we'll be home tonight? What are you talking about? Didn't he tell you? Who? Mr Spivak's got us on hold for the JTF.
Wouldn't say what for.
We thought you'd know.
So did I.
MAN: Bullshit.
It's in black and white.
Mate, there's something that's weird.
Yeah, they're playing funny buggers.
A bit on the bloody nose, I reckon, mate.
Look after that for us, will ya? Good onya.
Any calls from our man? No, mate, none.
Look, if he does, no matter what's happening, give me a call, OK? Yeah, of course, of course.
Peter.
Mr Brennan.
This won't take long.
I've spoken to forensic.
I want you both to know I'm satisfied the girl was not physically interfered with in her jump from the window.
MOON: Good.
But I use that word carefully.
It wasn't a fall, it was a jump.
All the evidence points to that, do you agree? Yes.
The question now is, what would make her do such an extraordinary thing? Terror? We assume so.
It's hard to think of anything else.
A forced search is frightening, not only for victims.
Yeah, you're not wrong.
But is it designed to be terrifying? In my experience, only when the procedure is not followed exactly to the letter.
A mindless threat.
Weapon pushed into the face.
Some reason.
That's what I've yet to find out.
That's all for now.
You know, I reckon the bastard's obsessed.
Want the bad news? They want to do a covert entry into Flannagan's warehouse, open the container, and replace the drugs with talcum powder.
Oh, that makes sense.
They could leave it sitting there for months.
Crooks aren't gonna sit on 10 kilos of coke.
Word gets out, they'll be ripped off.
Yeah, my guess is they're moving it out tonight.
That's not what the dogs tell us, Peter.
Flannagan is at home with his wife and a house full of kids.
They're having a party or something.
A sleep over? Whatever! We need the insurance, that's the bottom line.
Now, if we lose the crooks or the evidence doesn't hold up You get the drugs.
For what? For what? A headline in tomorrow's paper.
No.
It won't be announced immediately.
Look, we'll leave a kilogram untouched, so when they do move on it, we can charge them with possession.
Bullshit.
We're about to get all of these bastards in the net, right? And you're getting an attack of the jelly-knees.
Think about this, Spivak.
It's been a long haul.
But I agree with Peter 100%.
We still want the heads at the top.
You're happy with less.
I'm going for what's realistic.
Alright, it's on.
Pig's arse.
Listen, I'll go with them - make sure everything goes back exactly the way it bloody well was.
Alright, guys, guys, rock'n'roll.
So, what do you think, Darbs, headless chooks? Well, it's beginning to look like the crooks know more than we do.
How's Spielberg going? (LAUGHTER) How are you going, Grump? I'm not sure.
Just open the bloody thing, will you? Hang on, mate, hang on.
Come on, guys.
Got it.
You got it? Yep.
Help you out? Beautiful.
Yes! (WOLF-WHISTLING) (GOOSE WHISPERS) Hang on, hang on.
Before you start hacking it with an axe, can I just shine this here? He's my hero.
(LAUGHS) Piss off.
Noddy, mate.
Eyeballed outside, mate, all clear.
No-one hanging around the bushes.
How's the hair, mate.
Is it alright? OK, you can open it now, very carefully.
(RADIO CRACKLES LOUDLY) Can you get rid of that static? (STATIC FADES) CHOPPER: Good as I can get, sir.
OK, it's full of cardboard boxes.
They're labelled in a God knows, foreign language and in English "Embroidered bed linen.
" Oh, God, this is gonna take all night.
Mate, can you punch up the dock, please? MAN ON RADIO: Tell us what we're after.
Over here.
DARBY: So, what are we looking for? Well, what would you do? If I was the crooks? Sniffed it all by now.
Bugger the profits, get it while you can.
ROCKY: I'm fair dinkum, I've seen him operate.
He gets all mournful and hangs his head.
And the sheila says, "What's wrong, Bill?" And Bill goes, "I think I might be, you know a poofter.
" And she goes, "You sure? You never done it with a woman?" Look, I've heard this 50 times before and I still don't believe it.
Shut up, Nipper.
God's truth.
Bill goes, "Not really.
I can't seem to relax.
" You haven't got a couple of two bobs on you, have you? She starts giving him kissing lessons.
My bird won't have a bar of me and this one's sticking her tongue down his throat.
I've got to go phone the old lady.
Did he end up in the cot with her? Greatest root of his life.
How could he keep a straight face? What have you been telling him? What do you mean? It's you who's been shooting his mouth off.
HOWIE ON RADIO: Does that look like a rabbit, Fluff? (LAUGHTER) Still no joy with the dog.
The stuff must be tightly packaged.
Over here, I've got forensic looking inside another box.
Do you wanna bring the dog? Ooh, shit! No? The dog's still not interested.
Do you reckon it could be impregnated into the sheets? That's a complicated way of doing it.
And if it was, we'd be here for a week.
SAUNDERS: Hey, Spivo, come and have a look at this, will you? Spivo, every pallet is full, right, and evenly stacked, except for this one.
There's a box missing, mate.
That's a wild bloody guess.
Yeah, you reckon? (PHONE RINGS) Intellectual giant.
Oh, Mr Cochrane, you still got that seal? DARBY: Major Crime.
Yes.
Peter! (SOFTLY) Hello.
I'm a wee bit pissed but I got most of the story.
You're supposed to be the old lady, so if I start mouthing off you'll know what I'm on about.
Deadset dog, mate.
Jesus, mate! Nipper? I know what it's like.
I've known him longer than you, and we go back yonks.
That's right.
You think of that time he got done for pinching stuff off the ship.
He got off, didn't he? Yeah.
My oath.
How? Got a good lawyer? (LAUGHS) The jacks said, "Here you go, son, talk to us.
" You done good, mate.
Do me a favour, you've pushed it far enough.
Yeah.
Cheers.
GOOSE ON RADIO: Yeah, now that I look at it properly, we're not the first people that have tampered with it.
The seal's been cut, superglued back together.
Night, all.
Shit! CAROL: Thanks for the memories.
(MUTTERS) The drugs are still on the boat.
Is this from your man? He was giving them a hand.
According to the steward, he had a mate in the radio room who was warned about the chopper before it landed.
They had time to get down to the container, take the drugs out, put them in the bilge.
They wouldn't be feeding him bullshit? He's always the best.
He'd know if they were.
Alright, this stays with us.
I'm calling Wally.
Cheers, boss.
Thanks, mate.
Drugs still on the ship, eh? Mm-hm.
Do we know how they're coming off? No.
They're keeping their cards pretty close to their chest.
So, what have you got? Not a lot.
No heads, no drugs and one God almighty stuff-up.
I'm given to believe we have a man on the docks.
Has he heard anything? Don't know where you got that from, but now on any evidence we get stays with us.
Hey! Joint task force! As far as I'm concerned, JTF is dead and buried! I've got more than enough to run with.
These crooks have committed state offences.
So, what am I supposed to do, wait on you to call the tune? Good question.
You've got no drugs, heaps of suspects and no bloody evidence whatsoever.
You've no idea where the drugs are or where they're heading.
I know what I'd do.
ELEVATOR: Level two.
I'll have to go up the line with this.
Prick.
(ALARM WAILS) Jeez, it stinks.
So would you if you'd been sitting in the bilge.
I was right about Nipper.
Shit! He followed me.
Hiding over there like a mangy bloody wombat.
It's all set.
Jesus Christ.
(THUD!) (GROANS) Coffee, mate? Packing up their toys.
So where's the champagne? Russell's got something to tell you.
(CLEARS THROAT) There was an accident at the docks late last night.
Go on.
A bloke was killed.
Vic Dock and Labour and Industry are onto it but it's the usual thing - nobody saw anything.
You got a name? Norman McRae.
Nipper.
Peter! Pete! If those bastards hadn't have stuffed up! Pete! Pete! You treated us like shit right off.
I never trust incompetent people! Hey, Noddy! What about your wife? How much of that have you told me? You were offered Drug Squad involvement but you were too thick to take it.
It wasn't up to me.
It was higher up! Shove it on the brass, that's too easy! You should have told me about that chopper and I could've stopped it.
I tell you what, mate, but you've got blood on your hands now.
Just piss off.
Cool it! Alright.
Let go! Let go of me.
It's up to you now.