Phoenix (1992) s02e13 Episode Script
Hit, Shit, & Scatter
(TRAM BELL DINGS) AC: You've seen it? BRENNAN: Yep.
You've sighted this Fed Pol document they're touting? Not as far as I know.
You'd better be bloody sure about that, Jock.
Why the hell wasn't I fully briefed on this dust-up in the joint task force? I did warn you that there'd been a few problems, sir.
A few problems? Christ almighty! Wallace pulled the plug on Fed Pol and then pissed them off.
Were you aware of that? That's not quite correct, sir.
The AFP made their own decision to pick up their bat and ball and go home.
Oh, after they'd been forced into it.
And now the shit's flying back all over us.
That's no way to handle things.
I agree, sir, but Oh, don't treat me like a mushroom, Jock.
It's a mess! The operation's blown.
We've lost a valuable informer.
And now some young prick from Fed Pol's writing interdepartmental memos caning the daylights out of us! With respect, sir, to cover his own arse.
And I have to get the whole gist of this, or some cockeyed version of it, from the bloody media! Looks like they've been fed most of it.
I'm aware of that, for Christ's sake! The chief's called a crisis meeting first thing in the morning.
I want you there with the complaint register.
Now, you brief me fully before we go.
Yes, sir.
The lot.
IID's AC will be there, with the Majors shit file.
I don't want any more bloody surprises.
But if the drugs were removed before the ship docked, then obviously the people involved must have been tipped off.
We believe so, yes.
Well, then, surely the inference of corruption cannot be dismissed.
Jesus, she'd make a good detective.
Where's the bloody evidence? Doesn't need it, mate.
He knows what he'll do already, eh? Oh, well, take a look on the bright side.
With all this crap flying at us, maybe the crooks will start feeling confident.
What, that's the bright side? Well, if Flannagan thinks we're not paying attention, maybe the drugs will start moving.
Oh, you're a mental giant, Moony.
How'd you get into this squad, mate? Shit! WOMAN: Calls for a public inquiry into the conduct of the Major Crime Squad grow daily as increasingly serious allegations are being brought to light.
This sort of thing's been going on for years unchecked.
We had one report of an assault on a young male with a shotgun.
During a raid, the barrel was pushed into his anus.
Assaults on women during raids are fairly commonplace.
You animal, Docket.
Don't, mate.
I think I just lost my sense of humour.
WOMAN: You're suggesting that these are not just isolated incidents? Who's this bloody dropkick? Anyone ever heard of him? Running the barrel of a gun up the inside of the legs.
Threats of removal of children.
Minor and major assaults.
You name it, it's been reported.
No face.
No fingerprints.
Not much of anything identifiable.
The sea lice have done a thorough job.
Got a dental X-ray? No, it's no use to you.
X-rayed him from top to bottom.
Not a tooth left in his head.
Could be a symptom of lead toxicity.
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
Plus, the fact that he's AB+ and his red cell count's grossly anaemic.
Is he your bloke or what? GOOSE: Might be.
Might just be that he lived on fish and chips and didn't brush his teeth enough.
Jesus, you blokes like to hedge your bets.
Well, cheer up, Pup.
We might have something for you.
What am I looking at? Old multiple fractures.
Fore and aft.
I'd say your chap's had a bad prang about six, eight years ago.
Motorbike, at a guess.
You're giving me crumbs, mate.
They don't come with a map.
Try public hospital records for a match.
Two shots.
Mmm.
One through the front of the skull, one through the back of the neck.
Hmm.
.
38-calibre.
So it wasn't his girlfriend.
Not unless she's a professional terminator.
CAROL: Your body's blood sample.
Our ag burg's blood sample.
Lead.
A substantial amount.
It's him? Mmm.
Not an absolute fact until I've done a matching DNA test.
Give me a hint.
What's the chance of it not being him? Mmm, well About a million to one.
And you've got a whole lot on this bloke? Not a chance.
Right? Come on, Goose.
This is Homicide's now.
You can spill your guts.
No way.
This is Peter Faithful's investigation.
Why don't we go up and ask him? Nice try, Pup.
Mate, this is gonna cost me.
I'm gonna have to trade.
I'm sure you'll find a way round it.
Not unless he's forgotten everything I taught him.
MAN: Hey, Docket, have a look at this one.
Alright, so we give Homicide something to run with.
Then what? Now, what's coming back to us? Whatever's pertinent to your job.
Pup, that's bullshit, 'cause you're not gonna know what's pertinent to us.
Now, we want to see it all.
Oh, be reasonable, Noddy.
We've got to be concerned about the security of our information too.
What's that supposed to mean? Mate, your operation's all over the bloody papers.
Got a microscope on you up here.
Want to start looking for the door? No-one's pissing on you, Adrian.
Yeah, well, you're sure as hell in no position to.
Zip up your fly, Moony.
He's pulling your bloody pud, mate.
Are you sure this body's our bloke? Not enough for court, but I think we can be reasonably confident.
Have we told them anything? Nope.
Not that's any use to him.
Oh, come on.
You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
That's fair enough, isn't it? I've only got one problem with that, and that is that you know nothing.
And we have got it all.
Yeah? Yeah.
You want to give me a hint? Well, there's two of them.
And we've got his mate.
Right.
Just have to run this past someone downstairs.
Thanks, Goose.
How good's this bloke? Oh, he'll do.
He talk? Well, he's running shit-scared in remand right now, but I think he'll come in and talk to me.
Alright.
You fix your end.
I'll fix mine.
(LAUGHS) We got an ID on him? Yeah, right.
Any sign of movement there? Not yet? Keep the leash on.
I'll get back to you.
(HANGS UP) One of our targets? The other breaker.
Homicide are onto it.
Sounds like a reasonable note to close the book on.
You've got to be joking.
We're not walking away from these pricks now.
I'd seriously consider it.
The ag burgs have stopped.
The receiver's been charged.
One of the breakers is inside and the other turned up dead.
Quit while you're ahead, Wal.
Ahead? We've got chickenfeed.
What about the bastards above them? You got bugger-all to tie them in.
I don't agree.
Use your head, Wal.
It's too late.
The team's up to its neck in shit.
Jesus wept! We keep laying down under these complaints, we're going nowhere.
That's not a line I'd recommend.
For Christ's sake, Jock, you've got your say.
Use it.
Do you think I haven't? Open your bloody eyes.
Look at it.
Complaints of assault.
One woman out a window.
Allegations of corruption.
Arresting and charging a juvenile.
Even allegations of indecent assault on a female.
So? It's the same old mud it's always been.
Or have you forgotten a few things? Don't throw my past up at me, Wally.
Times change.
You're telling me.
We used to treat this sort of garbage with the contempt it deserved.
That's not on anymore.
You're pissing against the wind trying to fight it.
Yeah, well, don't ask me to lay down and play dead.
This operation's not over yet.
It might as well be.
Our DS undercover says a contact's still on for the deal.
These drugs haven't walked.
They're still on the docks.
Forget it.
It won't help.
You're gonna stand back and let your own squad go through to the keeper? G'day, John.
(LIFT DINGS) Oh, sir, uh Superintendent.
FLUFF: Number 42? WOMAN ON RADIO: Yep, that's it.
That's the brother-in-law.
It's the second time in 24 hours he's hit this joint.
Soon as he comes off the docks.
Could be worth a look-see.
If that's an offer, Jules, you are on, babe.
Well done.
Look after this sheila, will you? Whatever she wants, you give it to her.
DOCKET: Only if I can go on top.
That bloody Stuart Petrovic.
He's back at the Port Melbourne address.
And he hasn't made contact with Flannagan.
In four days.
What the bloody hell are they waiting for? We're gonna lose this, you know, if those bastards upstairs don't let us start taking control of the agenda here.
Yeah, mate.
Eh? If they're not prepared to act at the expense of this operation, then they've lost the plot.
They're running that damn scared of the media, I don't think they're gonna ride it out this time, Lew.
MURDOCH: Jesus! We've just wasted a week keeping our heads down for this.
Yeah.
Then stuff it.
Why don't we put them back up again? Nothing to lose.
Moon, Peter.
There's a couple of things that I want you to bear in mind from the start.
Now, firstly, these arseholes are dangerous.
We've got two people dead.
We have reason to believe that they were knocked.
So make sure you're well covered at all times.
Now, secondly, we all know the shit that's flying around about us.
So our word is now no longer gonna be good enough.
Everyone that we lay our hands on is gonna try and ride out on that.
So unless we've got audio, video, something we can nail it 100%, we'll lose it at court.
So let's not forget that.
Our targets.
Ray Petrovic.
He's an ex-docker.
He's the steward on the ship.
Boom-Boom, he's yours.
BOOMER: Great.
FAITHFUL: Now, we have reason to believe he was the one responsible for taking the drugs out of the container.
And he'll be the one bringing them off the docks.
Victor Flannagan.
He's the middleman.
He's a very good crook.
He's our key target.
Senior Detective Saunders will be looking after him.
Be a pleasure, treasure.
Thank you, darling.
Who gets the bloody solicitor? I think the boss has got his sights set on him.
Eh, boss? MAN: My word! Martin Schultz.
Now, he's a cleanskin.
We know from our telephone intercepts that he has got a partner.
He's one of the importers.
Haven't been able to put a line on the partner.
He's keeping well away.
So, Fish, you and your crew.
MAN: Yep.
He's yours.
What about the warrants? FAITHFUL: In the folder, mate.
I'm impressed.
FAITHFUL: Righto, guys.
Sergio Diego.
He's the up-front buyer for the full 10 keys.
Whitey, he's yours.
Now, we want you and your undercovers to be wired for every contact from now on.
WHITEY: No, no can do.
CHRIS: I'm not sure about that.
Uh, that may not always work for us.
Well, matey, it's gonna have to.
Now, they've taken down one of their own.
We believe that they won't hesitate in taking out one of ours.
Not in every case.
It's impractical.
Whitey, we can't and we won't risk that.
OK? Del.
Your blokes are gonna be playing a very important part in all this.
We're depending on you and the dogs to make sure you don't lose sight of any of our targets.
We believe we'll need another five to six cars.
If we miss any of these handovers, we're gonna be stuffed.
No can do another team.
And these people are wide-awake.
They know all about anti-surveillance.
What about tracking devices on the vehicles? Well, that's a bit dodgy too, but Yeah, alright, we'll give it a try.
We appreciate it.
FLUFF: Onya, Del.
FAITHFUL: OK.
Now, uh, since the, uh the balls-up, our targets have been lying doggo.
Now, our intention will be to spring the drugs off the docks back into circulation where we can sight them.
Now, Chris, we want you to put pressure on Sergio to deliver the goods.
Hassle him, do whatever you have to.
But unless he comes through with the gear, you and your 130 thou are gonna take a big walk.
How much time do I give him? No more than 24 hours.
Now, we represent 10% of his buy.
He can't afford to lose that.
Now, he is in deep financial strife.
He's got to come up with 1.
5 mill to make this buy.
He's hocked himself to the eyeballs, including a $750,000 mortgage on his own clubs.
That's where we're gonna shaft him from behind.
Well, no wuckers there.
Grumpy's gonna go through fraudies to bank security.
They'll be given just enough info to let them know that old Sergio is about to go down the gurgler.
MAN: Should make the bank manager pretty bloody toey.
FLUFF: That's the idea, mate.
Now, Sergio's gonna be putting pressure on Flannagan to deliver the goods.
And Petrovic, via Flannagan, will be getting a lot of pressure to make sure he can bring them off the docks.
Jesus, we could need another five or six vehicles here.
(LAUGHTER) HOWIE: Let's get those bloody cuffs off, shall we? Let's go, mate.
I'll get you a cup of tea.
He's done it.
FLUFF: Come in spinner.
I hope, mate.
Cath.
DARBY: Yeah.
Betty Arthur.
Garry McKinnon's back in, so, uh he might want to do a deal.
Could get tricky.
Might need to talk to her.
You want me to bring her in? Yeah, pronto.
Peter, you're not gonna do it, are you? Look, I dunno, alright? FAITHFUL: Put yourself in Flannagan's shoes.
Your mate was a liability.
You're a liability.
FLUFF: You can put him in for life, Gazza.
You reckon he's gonna let you go on, do you? Mate, you're in line for the bloody hat-trick.
And what's the good of you speaking up for me in court? Still be doing time.
FAITHFUL: Yeah, but you'll be doing it where? Minimum security.
You'll still have to cop a few paedophiles, but you will be doing it easier.
No, you're jerking me off.
You reckon I'll be safe anywhere inside? FLUFF: A lot safer than the old Bluestone College, pal.
Garry, one day, some bloke's gonna walk into your cell to ask to borrow your toothpaste.
They'll be the last words you ever hear.
You mightn't even make it out of bloody remand, mate.
Wouldn't be the first time someone's copped the ultimate silence in there.
Oh, Jesus.
Youse are bloody dogs.
I won't do this.
And he's gonna think that you have.
Mmm? So you might as well tip in.
Well (CLEARS THROAT, RUBS HANDS) OK.
I reckon I might know who lined up the burgs.
He, um He's got this lawyer mate he held over me once.
He reckoned he was in the know for anything you wanted.
FLUFF: Better have a bloody name.
I can't tip in for a bloody reference.
I need more than that.
FAITHFUL: Well, we'll just have to see what you've got first.
And you'd better be good for it, Garry, because we'll know.
There's two clubs as collateral, but he's already into Wickham Nominees for 300,000 on properties, mate, yeah.
Unsecured.
Look, uh, you might like to let his bank know that they're in free fall with Sergio.
MAN: OK, talk us through it, mate.
Just give Noddy a couple of minutes and then break out the best biscuits, OK? Yeah, OK.
Are you sure it's him? I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't.
Never thought I'd wish death on anyone.
Well, that's easy when you haven't got a reason.
So I'm discovering.
Turn the other cheek? What damn nonsense.
Well, Betty, they're both accounted for.
So you know now it's over for you.
Not quite, Peter.
There's something that I have to put to you.
You don't have to make a decision.
I just want to know how you feel about it.
Yes? This lot's bigger than just those two.
How would you feel if we did a deal with Garry McKinnon? Reduced sentence, indemnity.
For the bigger fish.
Please just take your time, Betty, 'cause I want you to be straight with me.
No.
I can't.
I understand.
If it had been the one who hurt me, I might be able to consider it.
Not him.
Not the one who hurt James.
Not the one who made him OK.
watch what was being done to me.
It's OK.
It's OK.
I'm sorry, Peter.
I couldn't.
I would have thought you would have lost your nerve if you could have.
Peter, I've been reading the papers.
I don't believe it.
Dogs are on your missus, Noddy.
Keep me posted, mate.
I mean, I fronted the money.
So, what's the problem? Are we gonna get this on or not? There's no problem.
Just been a slight hitch.
It happens.
Yeah, well, Sergio, I have to have it.
I'm getting big hassles.
What kind of hassles? Well, I told people I could supply them.
I told them 24 hours nearly a week ago.
OK, now, that's what you told me, yeah? That's what I said.
You don't deliver, I can't deliver.
I know, I know.
It's a pain in the arse.
Well, no, it's actually big business.
I can't afford to lose these people.
You tell them no later than Saturday.
I guarantee.
Well, I've told them tomorrow night.
OK? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about that.
But basically If they start talking to me about getting their gear from somewhere else, I have to think getting the gear from somewhere else too.
Or I'm down the tubes.
Four days! Well, no, because I won't have a clientele by Saturday.
You see, I don't have a choice.
Tomorrow night.
Sergio, I don't want to do this.
I really don't.
But it's just getting really heavy.
Look, it's OK.
We'll get it on, alright? By tomorrow? I'll ring you first thing.
OK? (PHONE RINGS) Yeah, what? Greg, mate.
Sorry.
I'm in traffic, mate.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can't be! No way! It's gotta be a mistake! Yeah, sure.
I can be there in 40.
No problem.
Look, I've, uh, just gotta split.
OK? OK.
MAN: He's walking away.
You got him, Sarge? MAN 2: Yeah.
Heading towards the car park.
You standing by there, Knicks? KNICKS: Come on! Come on, what is this, cocktail hour? Stand by.
Target's on his way out.
(CAR ALARM BLARES) Whoops.
Not good.
We forgot to deactivate the alarm.
(STARTS CAR) Crime 15 to Crime 85.
God's gift to women has left the bank.
And he's not a happy boy.
Can you read that last bit to me again? Right.
When did this come in? DARBY: And they knocked me back.
OK.
How soon can I have a transcript? For a personal loan.
Not enough, Darbs.
If you'd offered 10 grand, you would have got it.
I didn't want 10 grand.
I just wanted $500.
Darbs, don't go away.
Things are starting to happen, boss, fast.
Well, get Peter out.
Darbs, go up to Homicide.
Tell Pup that his presence down here would be advisable.
OK? What's the mail? It's a goer.
Sergio rang Flannagan five minutes ago, screaming his tits off.
He said, and I quote, "I want the gear tomorrow or the deal is off.
" Flannagan tries to stall him, of course, but he wouldn't wear it.
We got a transcript? No, not yet, but there's more.
Two minutes later, Flannagan rings Petrovic, tries to put the screws on.
So where's Petrovic now? On his way to the Arms.
He's gonna have a counter lunch with Rocky Wilson.
How useful is that little prick being? Stuff-all.
He's not telling us anything that we don't already know.
Well, don't tie yourself up with him.
Flick him over to Homicide.
Just make sure we're cut in for the full quid.
DARBY: Peter! Intercept Room.
Shit! There is no way we can brief those operators to cover all this.
Get down there right now.
Darbs, this is our business now.
Nothing to do with the Feds.
I want those transcripts under lock and key.
OK? Very important.
Got that? Good.
Yes, Senior Sergeant.
And I'll make sure that I've got clean undies and a hanky as well.
Alright? MAN: OK, OK.
Targets one and four are coming out.
Yeah.
And they're having a bit of a heated discussion, yes.
What are you guys up to? Alright, Flannagan's moving to his car.
Yep.
He's off.
Uh And the solicitor's heading back inside.
You catching this, Dessy? MAN: Yep.
Alright, wait a second.
Wait a second.
Oh, Christ, the solicitor's heading off as well.
Alright.
Des, he's going your way.
DES: Got the eyeball.
Northbound in Essex heading your direction, Tommo.
Our boy's probably You know, with any luck, fellas, he'll end up going back to his tailor's.
MAN: Turning left into Church Street.
Jesus! We could walk faster than this.
Where are you, MJ? WOMAN: Keep going.
We'll take him.
Moving out.
(INDICATOR CLICKS) We got him.
We got him.
One for cover.
Crossing the railway line.
Crossing Male Street.
Lost my cover.
Where's he going now? Crime 17 to Crime 85.
FAITHFUL: Crime 85.
What's happening? He's going to get his gold tooth polished.
You sure this guy's a crook, Noddy? You can clock off if you like, Denise.
This is just a check-up.
OK.
I don't think we'll be doing anything too severe to Mr Schultz today.
'Bye, Mr Schultz.
'Bye, Dr Brown.
You seen him? (SIGHS) He says it's gonna be there tomorrow.
It better be.
I'm getting a little concerned.
Yeah, well, I gotta admit, Tim, the story changes every day.
I think he's a carpetbagger.
I've been telling you that from day one.
Yeah, well, it's not the sort of thing that you can expect your mates in the members stand to do, is it? Well, I thought at least he knew what he was doing.
Yeah, well, I'm not worried on that score.
Well, you ought to be.
Look at the damn mess he's made of it.
Yeah, but that's no connection to us.
Yeah, well, it soon will be if he's fool enough to get caught with his hand in the till.
(SIGHS) Now, let's not lose sight of the goal.
If he hasn't put his hand in his own pocket.
He wouldn't be that stupid.
I don't like the man.
I don't like his choice of hired help.
And I particularly don't like the fact that he knows who you are.
Brendan Zachary Kelso.
Druggie, rapist, docket head.
Another great loss to humanity.
Garry McKinnon ID'd him? No.
Austin Hospital records ID'd the X-ray.
So, uh, he say anything about Flannagan, any of our targets? Oh, heaps.
Most of it's bullshit.
Uh, I think, uh, Peter will want to check it anyway.
Mate, it's dawned on Garry that things will go better for him if he's our witness.
Right.
Right.
So at the moment, there's bugger-all he hasn't witnessed.
(LAUGHS) Oh, dear.
Among other things, he reckons that.
38 slug that killed his mate in here was fired from a.
22 handgun.
Oh, you're kidding.
Damn.
So I think there's more chance of something useful in here.
Welcome.
Thank you very much.
Pwhoa! Jesus! Hands in pockets, please.
We don't want any little fingerprints.
Yes.
Oh, bags the inflatable doll.
CAROL: Pup, we'll hand this over to the Drug Section for testing, but I'd say he was into some pretty interesting cocktails.
GOOSE: Morning.
Can't find the other one, but this'll do for a start.
FAITHFUL: So is there anything that ties him in to McKinnon? GOOSE: Not directly, but there's bound to have been some sort of transfer - fibres, hairs.
Quite a way to go.
All this has to be checked against McKinnon's samples.
Well, we're gonna need it, Goose, because even if Betty Arthur comes in to ID this, it's still only circumstantial.
We have got a nexus.
We have? Lord, yeah.
We're rolling in it.
Have a look.
It was all over the place.
Shoes, doormat.
All over the bungalow floor.
Even round the hems of his jeans.
And it's the same stuff? Varies from sample to sample.
Some of it's so close, it's barely discernible.
The sample from the jean showed lead and TNT, but no bituminous substance.
Some of it involves diatomaceous earth, some of it doesn't, but it's all heavily contaminated.
The soil sample from the Arthurs'? Mm-hm.
No gunk.
Oh So, what about the jemmy from the Arthurs' house? Found in McKinnon's possession - the soil sample taken from their floor definitely came from Kelso.
It's as strong a nexus as you'll get.
So we will definitely be able to, um, tie in these blokes to the house on the night? Well, connect them to it, ergo each other? Yes, absolutely.
Thank you, Mr Cochrane.
I'm gonna really enjoy throwing that little shithead back into the cage.
CAROL: Don't you want to know where it came from? What, we know? Not precisely yet, but for this amount of stuff to be involved, it has to be coming from somewhere round the house.
So as soon as we've got a little bit of time, we'll be going for a little bit of an explore.
Come on, you wussy! Run! (BIRDS SQUAWK) CAROL: This is it, isn't it? Our contaminated site.
GOOSE: Yep.
What on earth are we looking at? Oh, not much now.
But 1940, there had to be a munitions factory right here.
We hope.
Keep going.
Dead ahead.
Soil-tester tubes.
Oh, yes.
I do like it when we're right.
MAN ON TAPE: The more I think about it, the more I don't like the potential.
MAN 2: There's not much we can do about that.
Oh, I think there is.
I wouldn't want to cross Flannagan.
We can do the same as was done about that other maniac.
Jesus.
You're serious.
He handled that.
We know who he used.
We know where to go.
We could manage it.
Yes, but Oh, Jesus He's the only one who can lead to us.
As long as he's around, we're exposed.
If you can't read the caveat in that But we need him.
We won't after tomorrow.
If he delivers.
Can we replay that bit, please, Ros? Sounds a bit dodgy.
Yeah, you're not wrong.
DARBY: No, it was his tone of voice, mate.
Schultz sounded shit-scared when he dropped it on him.
FAITHFUL: And you're sure it's him? DARBY: Yeah, positive.
It was definitely our mystery voice.
And the call came from a phone box again.
"Read the caveat".
He's another bloody lawyer.
Yeah.
Wouldn't surprise me.
A barrister.
Bit of a grandstander, actually.
He is definitely the one pulling the strings.
"Same as the other maniac".
You reckon that's a reference to Kelso? So can we leave Flannagan out the running if he's at risk? No, no.
It wouldn't look too good for us if he was knocked, we knew.
Oh, we can't pull him out now.
We'd lose the lot.
No, come on.
How close is that to conspiracy? I mean, they'd have our balls.
Boss.
It's not a clear threat to kill.
But the inference is there.
They're discussing the possibility.
It's one they've carried out before.
It's worth the risk.
Let him run.
Just keep a very close eye on him.
Where'd he get the balls all of a sudden? AC: For God's sake, Wally! If anyone could have shown me another way out, don't you think I'd have grabbed it? There's not one ounce of provable substance to any of this.
Well, most of it, perhaps, but it can't be disproved either.
All due bloody respect, sir, there's no court in the country that'd give the nod to that.
It's the media's standard, not ours, Wal.
Who the hell's running us, the media or Force Command? Do you think I like disbanding a squad to shut the pricks up? I think it'd be more to the point if we stood up to them, sir.
What the hell do you think we've been doing? It's never been this bad.
14 years of royal commissions didn't leave us wearing as much shit with the public as we're wearing now.
What can't be disproved tends to stick, Wal.
You know that.
I can't believe you'd be prepared to do something so bloody immoral - sacrifice 16 members to keep the media off our back.
Oh, Christ, if it were that damn simple, we'd be able to piss it off! It's not! This can't go on! It's totally debilitating to every member on the job.
WALLACE: Throwing the Majors to the wolves They were given ample warning to pull their heads in and stop the flow of complaints.
Sit on their hands and squawk about the lack of results.
No, I won't have it, Wally! They're not innocent bystanders in this.
We even hand-picked their officer and senior sergeant, and they still won't quieten down.
Well, they don't deserve this sort of flogging.
None of us do.
You didn't have too damn much to say for yourself.
There's no point.
It's over.
It's been over from the minute those allegations saw daylight.
Well, if that's the limit of your support, I'm not surprised.
Careful, Wal.
I'll make allowances, but let's not overstep the mark.
You always were a survivor, Jock, but I never thought I'd see the day when you'd stand by on something like this.
Neither did I.
MAN ON TAPE: 37.
Got that.
Can you go back to "the full 10 keys"? And I didn't get that street name.
It sounded like, um, Maryborough.
Yeah.
Something starting with an 'M'.
I didn't get it.
30 after bank time! I don't carry that much paper on me.
OK, OK, but at the latest.
I got a tight schedule.
You got the full 10 keys? As promised.
Where are we on? St Kilda, sleeper on Middleborough.
37.
Middleborough.
WOMAN: Yep.
Come on, come on.
Pete! Pete, we're on.
St Kilda.
It's a hotel or a motel on Middleborough.
It's either street name or room number 37.
30 after bank time.
10am.
He's got the full 10 keys and Sergio's going to him.
MAN ON RADIO: Target two's on his way.
Just left the docks.
How we doing up there, Fluff? FLUFF: Almost ready, mate.
Where's Flannagan now? In transit.
Hang on.
He's just turned into Beach Road, Brighton.
Do we know where he and Petrovic are gonna make the connection yet? Flannagan will want to be in, what, half an hour before? 20 minutes maybe.
If he's got the gear, he won't want to wait around.
He's gonna get toey.
Right.
How close? FLUFF: Anyone's guess, mate.
Still don't know where the handover's gonna take place.
Oh, shit.
Not bad.
Yeah, we're getting there.
So are we nearly ready for him? 10, 15 minutes.
FLUFF: Jesus Christ! 30 seconds.
Oh, shit! FAITHFUL: Yeah, OK.
Any news on Sergio? Just leaving the 7-Eleven.
9:25.
DARBY: Thank you.
Well, we've got to have those transactions on tape.
DARBY: His concentration will be ratshit.
He's only had three hours sleep.
Yeah.
Morning, sir.
Well Good morning.
G'day.
FAITHFUL: Exactly.
So just bear in mind the court thing, OK? Great.
(HANGS UP) (DOOR CLOSES) We're gone.
MURDOCH: So they're really going to do it? Soon as this job's wrapped up.
Getting their last drop of blood, eh? We're gonna ride it, Lew, every step of the way.
Both of us.
These crooks will go from every complaint under the sun.
All they can do is cover their arses.
Oh, well, at least it'll make a nice difference for the toecutters - a couple of officers.
Want a good clean result out of this.
Least there'll be one allegation that won't be left standing.
(ALL CHEER) Petrovic delivered the drugs to Flannagan in a Safeway car park two minutes ago.
We've got the exchange on tape.
Yeah, he's on his way.
Yeah, he's all yours.
He's got one minder with him.
Separate car.
Getting out.
He's got a briefcase.
What's happened with Petrovic, mate? MAN: Heading back to Port Melbourne.
We're still sitting on him.
Roger.
Flannagan's on the phone, Pete.
Sergio's seconds away.
Must be talking to Schultz.
CHRIS: Mm-hm.
Yeah, he'll be there straightaway.
Then he wants to get everything out of his hands as fast as possible.
FLUFF: Here we go.
CHRIS: OK, that's Tony.
One of his bouncers, I think.
WHITEY: Yeah, he was there on the first day.
HOWIE: They're in, Noddy, doing the business right now.
Fluff, we're not plucking Petrovic until we get the drugs in our possession.
CHRIS: Yeah, they're kilo bags.
FLUFF: Makes sense, mate.
Long as we can prove it wasn't dirty washing in the bloody bag.
MAN: I've been reading about it, have I? HOWIE: Money's in sight.
That shit last week.
Us? No way.
That was a load of heroin, wasn't it? CHRIS: Yeah, he has to say it or otherwise the network would get paranoid.
WHITEY: He knows what he's doing.
CHRIS: Does that look like 1.
3 million? Yeah.
In hundreds, new bills.
So everything alright with you? HOWIE: Sergio's satisfied.
I'm fine.
Then I'll be on my way, then.
Nice doing business with you.
Flannagan's pissing off.
He's not wasting a minute.
Black black case.
FLUFF: It'll be nice doing business with you too, Sergi-bloody-o.
MAN: He's out and he's got the briefcase.
One minder with him.
Target's driving.
MAN: Whoa, 10 fucking keys.
I love it.
Let's see how good this shit is.
CHRIS: God, he's a fool, having one now.
MAN ON RADIO: Exiting the motel now.
FLUFF: Everyone in place out there.
MAN: Flannagan's heading north down Middleborough.
Ready when you are.
OK.
Let's do it.
Heading out, Chris, mate.
Yes.
The gentle touch, darling.
WOMAN: OK, they're going now, T-Bone.
You right, girls? (ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Have fun, boys.
(ALL YELL) Hands behind your back.
You stupid bastard.
Shut up.
Noddy All down, mate.
We're in possession.
Right, mate, I'll get back to you.
We're in possession of the drugs.
And Sergio.
Yes! Good old Chris! Where's Flannagan? He's in transit, sir.
Should be another 10 minutes off before he meets with Schultz.
MAN: Flannagan's bypassed Schultz.
He's in the city.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Crime 83 to Crime 85.
FAITHFUL: Crime 85.
He's going into the ANZ Bank.
303 Collins Street.
Has he got the briefcase with him? Yeah.
He's carrying it.
Shit.
Shit! He can't be.
Look, get after him.
Go, go, go.
Think he's in the safety deposit vault.
Hang on.
He's at the gate.
He's coming out.
Yeah.
There's no briefcase.
Repeat - he's got no briefcase on him.
He's heading for the exit.
Well, what do you want me to do? Del.
FAITHFUL: Keep him in sight.
We're asking for one of your crew to stay in the bank.
We'll be one down on Flannagan.
Keep the others on it.
For God's sake, don't lose him now! Stay in the vicinity of the bank.
Where's Moony? He's left the bank.
No briefcase and no sign of any contact with anyone.
Look, we'll need a warrant for the bank.
Anything else? God knows.
He's standing at the front of the building.
Come on! Move it.
Shit! He's moving off.
Uh, moving south down Elizabeth Street.
Mr Walker.
Morning.
Not a bad match the other night.
No, McEnroe's starting to show his age, but, uh, he's still got it all over the youngsters when it comes to technique.
Just ring when you're finished, Mr Walker.
MAN: OK, we're hooked onto him.
Liz is heading south out of the city.
No visible contact with anyone.
He's still got to have the keys on him.
Knicks, stay at the bank.
I repeat, stay at the bank.
The money is still there.
OK, now, we're on our way.
Uh, Jacko.
Hang onto her.
Tell us if something breaks.
I think we'll go along for the ride.
We have reason to believe the proceeds of a serious criminal offence may have been deposited.
How long's Flannagan had this box? Only a couple of months.
His credentials were OK.
Have to be these days.
System's tightening right up.
You're quite sure this is his box? Yes.
No question.
Has anyone else come through here since the time that Flannagan left and now? Uh, yes, four.
No, five.
Can I have a look at that, thanks? Well, that won't help.
No-one but Mr Flannagan can get into this box.
If they had the key? Absolutely not.
We have to visually recognise them, their signature has to match, and the key number has to check against that.
The last bloke that came through here after Flannagan was a Mr D Walker.
David Walker, yes.
He's had a box with us for about eight years.
Look, most of these people are well known to us.
They're long-term customers.
WALLACE: Mr Howard, could you give us a moment? HOWARD: Certainly.
Nope.
Nope.
He could have left it here.
He could have left it up there.
There's too many alternatives.
So it's gotta be one of them.
We don't have enough evidence to get a warrant for these jokers.
We can get back to this later on.
We've got a possible conspiracy to murder to get on with.
Let's cut our losses and get our hands on Flannagan while he's still in one piece.
(GUN CLICKS) There's no sign of the dogs.
Oh, you're probably looking at the camera.
Righto, Moony.
I'll wait for your signal down this side.
Docket, you're behind me.
Get out of here, Goose.
You said quickly! Just out of here.
Go.
Lucky he hasn't got a bloody siren, pal.
MOON: Ready when you are, Noddy.
Takes you back 20 years, doesn't it? It had me tossed.
I never picked a safety deposit box for that.
Well, we had our very good reasons.
Oh, Jesus.
Whoever you picked, you must be able to trust.
(GLASS SMASHES) MAN: Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Don't move! Facedown on the floor! Hands behind your back! Police! Don't move! Facedown on the floor! Police! Don't move! What the bloody hell's going on? Don't bloody move! This is my house! On the ground now! I hope you've got a bloody warrant! This is outrageous! Don't you worry.
Everything's OK.
I want your names and I want your numbers! Superintendent Jim Wallace.
This is Inspector Lewis Murdoch.
Senior Sergeant Adrian Moon will now search you in my presence.
Right, on your feet.
Jesus! I hope you've got a bloody good reason for this! All in good time, sir.
I have absolutely no intention of answering any of your questions.
You may wish to reconsider that later.
I doubt it.
Mr Schultz, you will now accompany us to the Major Crime Squad offices, where we have a number of matters to put to you.
Right.
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
FAITHFUL: Got to be this David Walker prick.
MOON: You're chasing a shadow.
Bullshit.
We've got a fingerprint off the box.
We take it down there, get a photofit Even if we ID him tomorrow with the cash in his pocket, what are we gonna do? Senior Sergeant! Make his life a misery with jaywalking and parking fines? It is all you'll be able to prove.
Moony, we go down to the bank I'm not saying don't keep a line on it.
I'm saying I have other jobs and I need you on them.
(SIGHS) Well, stuff him.
So how did we go with the print, guys? Not real good, mate - they've been sent overseas, see what they can do with them.
Moony's right, Pete.
We've got bugger-all.
Bodgy name, bodgy company.
Bodgy address.
We can't even produce him.
Even if we could, nothing ties him in.
But if he's in possession of the key, we can tie him rock-solid to the bank vault.
There's nothing about him that says he's that slack.
Anyway, I reckon there's another couple of blokes here.
No, they are cleanskins, Noddy.
I have been through all of them.
What about the second-hand car dealer? FLUFF: Piss-weak, mate.
Piss-weak.
He's not up to it.
HOWIE: Hang on, hang on, I wouldn't be so sure.
Come and have a look who he's in hock to.
FLUFF: Jesus.
HOWIE: No, Brunswick Street dealers.
Nobody shakes hands with Brunswick Street dealers without So are you saying that anyone who's in hock looks suss? Come on, that's half the bloody country.
Moony, what is it? Nothing! (PHONE RINGS) Murdoch.
He's on his way down.
Can I have your attention, please? Members of the Major Crime Squad have been requested to remain in the office.
The chief super's on his way down.
He has an announcement to make.
Well, I can't say this is something that I'm particularly happy to have to do.
You're aware of the current situation.
You all know how things have stood for quite some time now.
Disbanding a squad's not done lightly.
You have been given repeated warnings about the level of complaints and ample time to settle down and start working within the acceptable limits.
You know what the policy is.
The hit, shit and scatter way of doing a job's a thing of the past.
And anyone who thinks otherwise has just labelled himself a dinosaur.
Andrew Saunders, Arson Squad.
Antony Luciano, Fraud Squad.
Russell Howie, Armed Robbery.
Wayne Anderson, Drug Squad.
Cath Darby, Dealers Squad.
Adrian Moon, Prison Liaison.
Peter Faithful, Public Affairs Division.
The rest of you, report to the senior sergeant at St Kilda CI at 0900 tomorrow morning.
You're to clear your desks before you leave tonight.
The Major Crime Squad is officially disbanded as of now.
It's a pity it had to come to this.
But you've brought it on yourselves.
(COMPUTER BEEPS) Wasn't us he was talking about, was it, mate? No.
(GUN CLICKS) (DARBY SCREAMS) Jesus! (FLUFF CACKLES) You alright, Docket? I'm just a dinosaur, aren't I? You're just a gun-toting little turd, mate.
That's what you are.
Well, that's it.
I'm going out to get shit-faced.
DARBY: Wait for me.
Oh, I'm with you, mate.
I tell you what.
Moony, can I cop a lift with you? Yeah, sure, mate.
I got the squad car.
Well, you may as well keep it, Moony, 'cause there isn't a squad.
Why's that? The job's fucked.
(LAUGHS)
You've sighted this Fed Pol document they're touting? Not as far as I know.
You'd better be bloody sure about that, Jock.
Why the hell wasn't I fully briefed on this dust-up in the joint task force? I did warn you that there'd been a few problems, sir.
A few problems? Christ almighty! Wallace pulled the plug on Fed Pol and then pissed them off.
Were you aware of that? That's not quite correct, sir.
The AFP made their own decision to pick up their bat and ball and go home.
Oh, after they'd been forced into it.
And now the shit's flying back all over us.
That's no way to handle things.
I agree, sir, but Oh, don't treat me like a mushroom, Jock.
It's a mess! The operation's blown.
We've lost a valuable informer.
And now some young prick from Fed Pol's writing interdepartmental memos caning the daylights out of us! With respect, sir, to cover his own arse.
And I have to get the whole gist of this, or some cockeyed version of it, from the bloody media! Looks like they've been fed most of it.
I'm aware of that, for Christ's sake! The chief's called a crisis meeting first thing in the morning.
I want you there with the complaint register.
Now, you brief me fully before we go.
Yes, sir.
The lot.
IID's AC will be there, with the Majors shit file.
I don't want any more bloody surprises.
But if the drugs were removed before the ship docked, then obviously the people involved must have been tipped off.
We believe so, yes.
Well, then, surely the inference of corruption cannot be dismissed.
Jesus, she'd make a good detective.
Where's the bloody evidence? Doesn't need it, mate.
He knows what he'll do already, eh? Oh, well, take a look on the bright side.
With all this crap flying at us, maybe the crooks will start feeling confident.
What, that's the bright side? Well, if Flannagan thinks we're not paying attention, maybe the drugs will start moving.
Oh, you're a mental giant, Moony.
How'd you get into this squad, mate? Shit! WOMAN: Calls for a public inquiry into the conduct of the Major Crime Squad grow daily as increasingly serious allegations are being brought to light.
This sort of thing's been going on for years unchecked.
We had one report of an assault on a young male with a shotgun.
During a raid, the barrel was pushed into his anus.
Assaults on women during raids are fairly commonplace.
You animal, Docket.
Don't, mate.
I think I just lost my sense of humour.
WOMAN: You're suggesting that these are not just isolated incidents? Who's this bloody dropkick? Anyone ever heard of him? Running the barrel of a gun up the inside of the legs.
Threats of removal of children.
Minor and major assaults.
You name it, it's been reported.
No face.
No fingerprints.
Not much of anything identifiable.
The sea lice have done a thorough job.
Got a dental X-ray? No, it's no use to you.
X-rayed him from top to bottom.
Not a tooth left in his head.
Could be a symptom of lead toxicity.
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
Plus, the fact that he's AB+ and his red cell count's grossly anaemic.
Is he your bloke or what? GOOSE: Might be.
Might just be that he lived on fish and chips and didn't brush his teeth enough.
Jesus, you blokes like to hedge your bets.
Well, cheer up, Pup.
We might have something for you.
What am I looking at? Old multiple fractures.
Fore and aft.
I'd say your chap's had a bad prang about six, eight years ago.
Motorbike, at a guess.
You're giving me crumbs, mate.
They don't come with a map.
Try public hospital records for a match.
Two shots.
Mmm.
One through the front of the skull, one through the back of the neck.
Hmm.
.
38-calibre.
So it wasn't his girlfriend.
Not unless she's a professional terminator.
CAROL: Your body's blood sample.
Our ag burg's blood sample.
Lead.
A substantial amount.
It's him? Mmm.
Not an absolute fact until I've done a matching DNA test.
Give me a hint.
What's the chance of it not being him? Mmm, well About a million to one.
And you've got a whole lot on this bloke? Not a chance.
Right? Come on, Goose.
This is Homicide's now.
You can spill your guts.
No way.
This is Peter Faithful's investigation.
Why don't we go up and ask him? Nice try, Pup.
Mate, this is gonna cost me.
I'm gonna have to trade.
I'm sure you'll find a way round it.
Not unless he's forgotten everything I taught him.
MAN: Hey, Docket, have a look at this one.
Alright, so we give Homicide something to run with.
Then what? Now, what's coming back to us? Whatever's pertinent to your job.
Pup, that's bullshit, 'cause you're not gonna know what's pertinent to us.
Now, we want to see it all.
Oh, be reasonable, Noddy.
We've got to be concerned about the security of our information too.
What's that supposed to mean? Mate, your operation's all over the bloody papers.
Got a microscope on you up here.
Want to start looking for the door? No-one's pissing on you, Adrian.
Yeah, well, you're sure as hell in no position to.
Zip up your fly, Moony.
He's pulling your bloody pud, mate.
Are you sure this body's our bloke? Not enough for court, but I think we can be reasonably confident.
Have we told them anything? Nope.
Not that's any use to him.
Oh, come on.
You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
That's fair enough, isn't it? I've only got one problem with that, and that is that you know nothing.
And we have got it all.
Yeah? Yeah.
You want to give me a hint? Well, there's two of them.
And we've got his mate.
Right.
Just have to run this past someone downstairs.
Thanks, Goose.
How good's this bloke? Oh, he'll do.
He talk? Well, he's running shit-scared in remand right now, but I think he'll come in and talk to me.
Alright.
You fix your end.
I'll fix mine.
(LAUGHS) We got an ID on him? Yeah, right.
Any sign of movement there? Not yet? Keep the leash on.
I'll get back to you.
(HANGS UP) One of our targets? The other breaker.
Homicide are onto it.
Sounds like a reasonable note to close the book on.
You've got to be joking.
We're not walking away from these pricks now.
I'd seriously consider it.
The ag burgs have stopped.
The receiver's been charged.
One of the breakers is inside and the other turned up dead.
Quit while you're ahead, Wal.
Ahead? We've got chickenfeed.
What about the bastards above them? You got bugger-all to tie them in.
I don't agree.
Use your head, Wal.
It's too late.
The team's up to its neck in shit.
Jesus wept! We keep laying down under these complaints, we're going nowhere.
That's not a line I'd recommend.
For Christ's sake, Jock, you've got your say.
Use it.
Do you think I haven't? Open your bloody eyes.
Look at it.
Complaints of assault.
One woman out a window.
Allegations of corruption.
Arresting and charging a juvenile.
Even allegations of indecent assault on a female.
So? It's the same old mud it's always been.
Or have you forgotten a few things? Don't throw my past up at me, Wally.
Times change.
You're telling me.
We used to treat this sort of garbage with the contempt it deserved.
That's not on anymore.
You're pissing against the wind trying to fight it.
Yeah, well, don't ask me to lay down and play dead.
This operation's not over yet.
It might as well be.
Our DS undercover says a contact's still on for the deal.
These drugs haven't walked.
They're still on the docks.
Forget it.
It won't help.
You're gonna stand back and let your own squad go through to the keeper? G'day, John.
(LIFT DINGS) Oh, sir, uh Superintendent.
FLUFF: Number 42? WOMAN ON RADIO: Yep, that's it.
That's the brother-in-law.
It's the second time in 24 hours he's hit this joint.
Soon as he comes off the docks.
Could be worth a look-see.
If that's an offer, Jules, you are on, babe.
Well done.
Look after this sheila, will you? Whatever she wants, you give it to her.
DOCKET: Only if I can go on top.
That bloody Stuart Petrovic.
He's back at the Port Melbourne address.
And he hasn't made contact with Flannagan.
In four days.
What the bloody hell are they waiting for? We're gonna lose this, you know, if those bastards upstairs don't let us start taking control of the agenda here.
Yeah, mate.
Eh? If they're not prepared to act at the expense of this operation, then they've lost the plot.
They're running that damn scared of the media, I don't think they're gonna ride it out this time, Lew.
MURDOCH: Jesus! We've just wasted a week keeping our heads down for this.
Yeah.
Then stuff it.
Why don't we put them back up again? Nothing to lose.
Moon, Peter.
There's a couple of things that I want you to bear in mind from the start.
Now, firstly, these arseholes are dangerous.
We've got two people dead.
We have reason to believe that they were knocked.
So make sure you're well covered at all times.
Now, secondly, we all know the shit that's flying around about us.
So our word is now no longer gonna be good enough.
Everyone that we lay our hands on is gonna try and ride out on that.
So unless we've got audio, video, something we can nail it 100%, we'll lose it at court.
So let's not forget that.
Our targets.
Ray Petrovic.
He's an ex-docker.
He's the steward on the ship.
Boom-Boom, he's yours.
BOOMER: Great.
FAITHFUL: Now, we have reason to believe he was the one responsible for taking the drugs out of the container.
And he'll be the one bringing them off the docks.
Victor Flannagan.
He's the middleman.
He's a very good crook.
He's our key target.
Senior Detective Saunders will be looking after him.
Be a pleasure, treasure.
Thank you, darling.
Who gets the bloody solicitor? I think the boss has got his sights set on him.
Eh, boss? MAN: My word! Martin Schultz.
Now, he's a cleanskin.
We know from our telephone intercepts that he has got a partner.
He's one of the importers.
Haven't been able to put a line on the partner.
He's keeping well away.
So, Fish, you and your crew.
MAN: Yep.
He's yours.
What about the warrants? FAITHFUL: In the folder, mate.
I'm impressed.
FAITHFUL: Righto, guys.
Sergio Diego.
He's the up-front buyer for the full 10 keys.
Whitey, he's yours.
Now, we want you and your undercovers to be wired for every contact from now on.
WHITEY: No, no can do.
CHRIS: I'm not sure about that.
Uh, that may not always work for us.
Well, matey, it's gonna have to.
Now, they've taken down one of their own.
We believe that they won't hesitate in taking out one of ours.
Not in every case.
It's impractical.
Whitey, we can't and we won't risk that.
OK? Del.
Your blokes are gonna be playing a very important part in all this.
We're depending on you and the dogs to make sure you don't lose sight of any of our targets.
We believe we'll need another five to six cars.
If we miss any of these handovers, we're gonna be stuffed.
No can do another team.
And these people are wide-awake.
They know all about anti-surveillance.
What about tracking devices on the vehicles? Well, that's a bit dodgy too, but Yeah, alright, we'll give it a try.
We appreciate it.
FLUFF: Onya, Del.
FAITHFUL: OK.
Now, uh, since the, uh the balls-up, our targets have been lying doggo.
Now, our intention will be to spring the drugs off the docks back into circulation where we can sight them.
Now, Chris, we want you to put pressure on Sergio to deliver the goods.
Hassle him, do whatever you have to.
But unless he comes through with the gear, you and your 130 thou are gonna take a big walk.
How much time do I give him? No more than 24 hours.
Now, we represent 10% of his buy.
He can't afford to lose that.
Now, he is in deep financial strife.
He's got to come up with 1.
5 mill to make this buy.
He's hocked himself to the eyeballs, including a $750,000 mortgage on his own clubs.
That's where we're gonna shaft him from behind.
Well, no wuckers there.
Grumpy's gonna go through fraudies to bank security.
They'll be given just enough info to let them know that old Sergio is about to go down the gurgler.
MAN: Should make the bank manager pretty bloody toey.
FLUFF: That's the idea, mate.
Now, Sergio's gonna be putting pressure on Flannagan to deliver the goods.
And Petrovic, via Flannagan, will be getting a lot of pressure to make sure he can bring them off the docks.
Jesus, we could need another five or six vehicles here.
(LAUGHTER) HOWIE: Let's get those bloody cuffs off, shall we? Let's go, mate.
I'll get you a cup of tea.
He's done it.
FLUFF: Come in spinner.
I hope, mate.
Cath.
DARBY: Yeah.
Betty Arthur.
Garry McKinnon's back in, so, uh he might want to do a deal.
Could get tricky.
Might need to talk to her.
You want me to bring her in? Yeah, pronto.
Peter, you're not gonna do it, are you? Look, I dunno, alright? FAITHFUL: Put yourself in Flannagan's shoes.
Your mate was a liability.
You're a liability.
FLUFF: You can put him in for life, Gazza.
You reckon he's gonna let you go on, do you? Mate, you're in line for the bloody hat-trick.
And what's the good of you speaking up for me in court? Still be doing time.
FAITHFUL: Yeah, but you'll be doing it where? Minimum security.
You'll still have to cop a few paedophiles, but you will be doing it easier.
No, you're jerking me off.
You reckon I'll be safe anywhere inside? FLUFF: A lot safer than the old Bluestone College, pal.
Garry, one day, some bloke's gonna walk into your cell to ask to borrow your toothpaste.
They'll be the last words you ever hear.
You mightn't even make it out of bloody remand, mate.
Wouldn't be the first time someone's copped the ultimate silence in there.
Oh, Jesus.
Youse are bloody dogs.
I won't do this.
And he's gonna think that you have.
Mmm? So you might as well tip in.
Well (CLEARS THROAT, RUBS HANDS) OK.
I reckon I might know who lined up the burgs.
He, um He's got this lawyer mate he held over me once.
He reckoned he was in the know for anything you wanted.
FLUFF: Better have a bloody name.
I can't tip in for a bloody reference.
I need more than that.
FAITHFUL: Well, we'll just have to see what you've got first.
And you'd better be good for it, Garry, because we'll know.
There's two clubs as collateral, but he's already into Wickham Nominees for 300,000 on properties, mate, yeah.
Unsecured.
Look, uh, you might like to let his bank know that they're in free fall with Sergio.
MAN: OK, talk us through it, mate.
Just give Noddy a couple of minutes and then break out the best biscuits, OK? Yeah, OK.
Are you sure it's him? I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't.
Never thought I'd wish death on anyone.
Well, that's easy when you haven't got a reason.
So I'm discovering.
Turn the other cheek? What damn nonsense.
Well, Betty, they're both accounted for.
So you know now it's over for you.
Not quite, Peter.
There's something that I have to put to you.
You don't have to make a decision.
I just want to know how you feel about it.
Yes? This lot's bigger than just those two.
How would you feel if we did a deal with Garry McKinnon? Reduced sentence, indemnity.
For the bigger fish.
Please just take your time, Betty, 'cause I want you to be straight with me.
No.
I can't.
I understand.
If it had been the one who hurt me, I might be able to consider it.
Not him.
Not the one who hurt James.
Not the one who made him OK.
watch what was being done to me.
It's OK.
It's OK.
I'm sorry, Peter.
I couldn't.
I would have thought you would have lost your nerve if you could have.
Peter, I've been reading the papers.
I don't believe it.
Dogs are on your missus, Noddy.
Keep me posted, mate.
I mean, I fronted the money.
So, what's the problem? Are we gonna get this on or not? There's no problem.
Just been a slight hitch.
It happens.
Yeah, well, Sergio, I have to have it.
I'm getting big hassles.
What kind of hassles? Well, I told people I could supply them.
I told them 24 hours nearly a week ago.
OK, now, that's what you told me, yeah? That's what I said.
You don't deliver, I can't deliver.
I know, I know.
It's a pain in the arse.
Well, no, it's actually big business.
I can't afford to lose these people.
You tell them no later than Saturday.
I guarantee.
Well, I've told them tomorrow night.
OK? I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about that.
But basically If they start talking to me about getting their gear from somewhere else, I have to think getting the gear from somewhere else too.
Or I'm down the tubes.
Four days! Well, no, because I won't have a clientele by Saturday.
You see, I don't have a choice.
Tomorrow night.
Sergio, I don't want to do this.
I really don't.
But it's just getting really heavy.
Look, it's OK.
We'll get it on, alright? By tomorrow? I'll ring you first thing.
OK? (PHONE RINGS) Yeah, what? Greg, mate.
Sorry.
I'm in traffic, mate.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can't be! No way! It's gotta be a mistake! Yeah, sure.
I can be there in 40.
No problem.
Look, I've, uh, just gotta split.
OK? OK.
MAN: He's walking away.
You got him, Sarge? MAN 2: Yeah.
Heading towards the car park.
You standing by there, Knicks? KNICKS: Come on! Come on, what is this, cocktail hour? Stand by.
Target's on his way out.
(CAR ALARM BLARES) Whoops.
Not good.
We forgot to deactivate the alarm.
(STARTS CAR) Crime 15 to Crime 85.
God's gift to women has left the bank.
And he's not a happy boy.
Can you read that last bit to me again? Right.
When did this come in? DARBY: And they knocked me back.
OK.
How soon can I have a transcript? For a personal loan.
Not enough, Darbs.
If you'd offered 10 grand, you would have got it.
I didn't want 10 grand.
I just wanted $500.
Darbs, don't go away.
Things are starting to happen, boss, fast.
Well, get Peter out.
Darbs, go up to Homicide.
Tell Pup that his presence down here would be advisable.
OK? What's the mail? It's a goer.
Sergio rang Flannagan five minutes ago, screaming his tits off.
He said, and I quote, "I want the gear tomorrow or the deal is off.
" Flannagan tries to stall him, of course, but he wouldn't wear it.
We got a transcript? No, not yet, but there's more.
Two minutes later, Flannagan rings Petrovic, tries to put the screws on.
So where's Petrovic now? On his way to the Arms.
He's gonna have a counter lunch with Rocky Wilson.
How useful is that little prick being? Stuff-all.
He's not telling us anything that we don't already know.
Well, don't tie yourself up with him.
Flick him over to Homicide.
Just make sure we're cut in for the full quid.
DARBY: Peter! Intercept Room.
Shit! There is no way we can brief those operators to cover all this.
Get down there right now.
Darbs, this is our business now.
Nothing to do with the Feds.
I want those transcripts under lock and key.
OK? Very important.
Got that? Good.
Yes, Senior Sergeant.
And I'll make sure that I've got clean undies and a hanky as well.
Alright? MAN: OK, OK.
Targets one and four are coming out.
Yeah.
And they're having a bit of a heated discussion, yes.
What are you guys up to? Alright, Flannagan's moving to his car.
Yep.
He's off.
Uh And the solicitor's heading back inside.
You catching this, Dessy? MAN: Yep.
Alright, wait a second.
Wait a second.
Oh, Christ, the solicitor's heading off as well.
Alright.
Des, he's going your way.
DES: Got the eyeball.
Northbound in Essex heading your direction, Tommo.
Our boy's probably You know, with any luck, fellas, he'll end up going back to his tailor's.
MAN: Turning left into Church Street.
Jesus! We could walk faster than this.
Where are you, MJ? WOMAN: Keep going.
We'll take him.
Moving out.
(INDICATOR CLICKS) We got him.
We got him.
One for cover.
Crossing the railway line.
Crossing Male Street.
Lost my cover.
Where's he going now? Crime 17 to Crime 85.
FAITHFUL: Crime 85.
What's happening? He's going to get his gold tooth polished.
You sure this guy's a crook, Noddy? You can clock off if you like, Denise.
This is just a check-up.
OK.
I don't think we'll be doing anything too severe to Mr Schultz today.
'Bye, Mr Schultz.
'Bye, Dr Brown.
You seen him? (SIGHS) He says it's gonna be there tomorrow.
It better be.
I'm getting a little concerned.
Yeah, well, I gotta admit, Tim, the story changes every day.
I think he's a carpetbagger.
I've been telling you that from day one.
Yeah, well, it's not the sort of thing that you can expect your mates in the members stand to do, is it? Well, I thought at least he knew what he was doing.
Yeah, well, I'm not worried on that score.
Well, you ought to be.
Look at the damn mess he's made of it.
Yeah, but that's no connection to us.
Yeah, well, it soon will be if he's fool enough to get caught with his hand in the till.
(SIGHS) Now, let's not lose sight of the goal.
If he hasn't put his hand in his own pocket.
He wouldn't be that stupid.
I don't like the man.
I don't like his choice of hired help.
And I particularly don't like the fact that he knows who you are.
Brendan Zachary Kelso.
Druggie, rapist, docket head.
Another great loss to humanity.
Garry McKinnon ID'd him? No.
Austin Hospital records ID'd the X-ray.
So, uh, he say anything about Flannagan, any of our targets? Oh, heaps.
Most of it's bullshit.
Uh, I think, uh, Peter will want to check it anyway.
Mate, it's dawned on Garry that things will go better for him if he's our witness.
Right.
Right.
So at the moment, there's bugger-all he hasn't witnessed.
(LAUGHS) Oh, dear.
Among other things, he reckons that.
38 slug that killed his mate in here was fired from a.
22 handgun.
Oh, you're kidding.
Damn.
So I think there's more chance of something useful in here.
Welcome.
Thank you very much.
Pwhoa! Jesus! Hands in pockets, please.
We don't want any little fingerprints.
Yes.
Oh, bags the inflatable doll.
CAROL: Pup, we'll hand this over to the Drug Section for testing, but I'd say he was into some pretty interesting cocktails.
GOOSE: Morning.
Can't find the other one, but this'll do for a start.
FAITHFUL: So is there anything that ties him in to McKinnon? GOOSE: Not directly, but there's bound to have been some sort of transfer - fibres, hairs.
Quite a way to go.
All this has to be checked against McKinnon's samples.
Well, we're gonna need it, Goose, because even if Betty Arthur comes in to ID this, it's still only circumstantial.
We have got a nexus.
We have? Lord, yeah.
We're rolling in it.
Have a look.
It was all over the place.
Shoes, doormat.
All over the bungalow floor.
Even round the hems of his jeans.
And it's the same stuff? Varies from sample to sample.
Some of it's so close, it's barely discernible.
The sample from the jean showed lead and TNT, but no bituminous substance.
Some of it involves diatomaceous earth, some of it doesn't, but it's all heavily contaminated.
The soil sample from the Arthurs'? Mm-hm.
No gunk.
Oh So, what about the jemmy from the Arthurs' house? Found in McKinnon's possession - the soil sample taken from their floor definitely came from Kelso.
It's as strong a nexus as you'll get.
So we will definitely be able to, um, tie in these blokes to the house on the night? Well, connect them to it, ergo each other? Yes, absolutely.
Thank you, Mr Cochrane.
I'm gonna really enjoy throwing that little shithead back into the cage.
CAROL: Don't you want to know where it came from? What, we know? Not precisely yet, but for this amount of stuff to be involved, it has to be coming from somewhere round the house.
So as soon as we've got a little bit of time, we'll be going for a little bit of an explore.
Come on, you wussy! Run! (BIRDS SQUAWK) CAROL: This is it, isn't it? Our contaminated site.
GOOSE: Yep.
What on earth are we looking at? Oh, not much now.
But 1940, there had to be a munitions factory right here.
We hope.
Keep going.
Dead ahead.
Soil-tester tubes.
Oh, yes.
I do like it when we're right.
MAN ON TAPE: The more I think about it, the more I don't like the potential.
MAN 2: There's not much we can do about that.
Oh, I think there is.
I wouldn't want to cross Flannagan.
We can do the same as was done about that other maniac.
Jesus.
You're serious.
He handled that.
We know who he used.
We know where to go.
We could manage it.
Yes, but Oh, Jesus He's the only one who can lead to us.
As long as he's around, we're exposed.
If you can't read the caveat in that But we need him.
We won't after tomorrow.
If he delivers.
Can we replay that bit, please, Ros? Sounds a bit dodgy.
Yeah, you're not wrong.
DARBY: No, it was his tone of voice, mate.
Schultz sounded shit-scared when he dropped it on him.
FAITHFUL: And you're sure it's him? DARBY: Yeah, positive.
It was definitely our mystery voice.
And the call came from a phone box again.
"Read the caveat".
He's another bloody lawyer.
Yeah.
Wouldn't surprise me.
A barrister.
Bit of a grandstander, actually.
He is definitely the one pulling the strings.
"Same as the other maniac".
You reckon that's a reference to Kelso? So can we leave Flannagan out the running if he's at risk? No, no.
It wouldn't look too good for us if he was knocked, we knew.
Oh, we can't pull him out now.
We'd lose the lot.
No, come on.
How close is that to conspiracy? I mean, they'd have our balls.
Boss.
It's not a clear threat to kill.
But the inference is there.
They're discussing the possibility.
It's one they've carried out before.
It's worth the risk.
Let him run.
Just keep a very close eye on him.
Where'd he get the balls all of a sudden? AC: For God's sake, Wally! If anyone could have shown me another way out, don't you think I'd have grabbed it? There's not one ounce of provable substance to any of this.
Well, most of it, perhaps, but it can't be disproved either.
All due bloody respect, sir, there's no court in the country that'd give the nod to that.
It's the media's standard, not ours, Wal.
Who the hell's running us, the media or Force Command? Do you think I like disbanding a squad to shut the pricks up? I think it'd be more to the point if we stood up to them, sir.
What the hell do you think we've been doing? It's never been this bad.
14 years of royal commissions didn't leave us wearing as much shit with the public as we're wearing now.
What can't be disproved tends to stick, Wal.
You know that.
I can't believe you'd be prepared to do something so bloody immoral - sacrifice 16 members to keep the media off our back.
Oh, Christ, if it were that damn simple, we'd be able to piss it off! It's not! This can't go on! It's totally debilitating to every member on the job.
WALLACE: Throwing the Majors to the wolves They were given ample warning to pull their heads in and stop the flow of complaints.
Sit on their hands and squawk about the lack of results.
No, I won't have it, Wally! They're not innocent bystanders in this.
We even hand-picked their officer and senior sergeant, and they still won't quieten down.
Well, they don't deserve this sort of flogging.
None of us do.
You didn't have too damn much to say for yourself.
There's no point.
It's over.
It's been over from the minute those allegations saw daylight.
Well, if that's the limit of your support, I'm not surprised.
Careful, Wal.
I'll make allowances, but let's not overstep the mark.
You always were a survivor, Jock, but I never thought I'd see the day when you'd stand by on something like this.
Neither did I.
MAN ON TAPE: 37.
Got that.
Can you go back to "the full 10 keys"? And I didn't get that street name.
It sounded like, um, Maryborough.
Yeah.
Something starting with an 'M'.
I didn't get it.
30 after bank time! I don't carry that much paper on me.
OK, OK, but at the latest.
I got a tight schedule.
You got the full 10 keys? As promised.
Where are we on? St Kilda, sleeper on Middleborough.
37.
Middleborough.
WOMAN: Yep.
Come on, come on.
Pete! Pete, we're on.
St Kilda.
It's a hotel or a motel on Middleborough.
It's either street name or room number 37.
30 after bank time.
10am.
He's got the full 10 keys and Sergio's going to him.
MAN ON RADIO: Target two's on his way.
Just left the docks.
How we doing up there, Fluff? FLUFF: Almost ready, mate.
Where's Flannagan now? In transit.
Hang on.
He's just turned into Beach Road, Brighton.
Do we know where he and Petrovic are gonna make the connection yet? Flannagan will want to be in, what, half an hour before? 20 minutes maybe.
If he's got the gear, he won't want to wait around.
He's gonna get toey.
Right.
How close? FLUFF: Anyone's guess, mate.
Still don't know where the handover's gonna take place.
Oh, shit.
Not bad.
Yeah, we're getting there.
So are we nearly ready for him? 10, 15 minutes.
FLUFF: Jesus Christ! 30 seconds.
Oh, shit! FAITHFUL: Yeah, OK.
Any news on Sergio? Just leaving the 7-Eleven.
9:25.
DARBY: Thank you.
Well, we've got to have those transactions on tape.
DARBY: His concentration will be ratshit.
He's only had three hours sleep.
Yeah.
Morning, sir.
Well Good morning.
G'day.
FAITHFUL: Exactly.
So just bear in mind the court thing, OK? Great.
(HANGS UP) (DOOR CLOSES) We're gone.
MURDOCH: So they're really going to do it? Soon as this job's wrapped up.
Getting their last drop of blood, eh? We're gonna ride it, Lew, every step of the way.
Both of us.
These crooks will go from every complaint under the sun.
All they can do is cover their arses.
Oh, well, at least it'll make a nice difference for the toecutters - a couple of officers.
Want a good clean result out of this.
Least there'll be one allegation that won't be left standing.
(ALL CHEER) Petrovic delivered the drugs to Flannagan in a Safeway car park two minutes ago.
We've got the exchange on tape.
Yeah, he's on his way.
Yeah, he's all yours.
He's got one minder with him.
Separate car.
Getting out.
He's got a briefcase.
What's happened with Petrovic, mate? MAN: Heading back to Port Melbourne.
We're still sitting on him.
Roger.
Flannagan's on the phone, Pete.
Sergio's seconds away.
Must be talking to Schultz.
CHRIS: Mm-hm.
Yeah, he'll be there straightaway.
Then he wants to get everything out of his hands as fast as possible.
FLUFF: Here we go.
CHRIS: OK, that's Tony.
One of his bouncers, I think.
WHITEY: Yeah, he was there on the first day.
HOWIE: They're in, Noddy, doing the business right now.
Fluff, we're not plucking Petrovic until we get the drugs in our possession.
CHRIS: Yeah, they're kilo bags.
FLUFF: Makes sense, mate.
Long as we can prove it wasn't dirty washing in the bloody bag.
MAN: I've been reading about it, have I? HOWIE: Money's in sight.
That shit last week.
Us? No way.
That was a load of heroin, wasn't it? CHRIS: Yeah, he has to say it or otherwise the network would get paranoid.
WHITEY: He knows what he's doing.
CHRIS: Does that look like 1.
3 million? Yeah.
In hundreds, new bills.
So everything alright with you? HOWIE: Sergio's satisfied.
I'm fine.
Then I'll be on my way, then.
Nice doing business with you.
Flannagan's pissing off.
He's not wasting a minute.
Black black case.
FLUFF: It'll be nice doing business with you too, Sergi-bloody-o.
MAN: He's out and he's got the briefcase.
One minder with him.
Target's driving.
MAN: Whoa, 10 fucking keys.
I love it.
Let's see how good this shit is.
CHRIS: God, he's a fool, having one now.
MAN ON RADIO: Exiting the motel now.
FLUFF: Everyone in place out there.
MAN: Flannagan's heading north down Middleborough.
Ready when you are.
OK.
Let's do it.
Heading out, Chris, mate.
Yes.
The gentle touch, darling.
WOMAN: OK, they're going now, T-Bone.
You right, girls? (ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Have fun, boys.
(ALL YELL) Hands behind your back.
You stupid bastard.
Shut up.
Noddy All down, mate.
We're in possession.
Right, mate, I'll get back to you.
We're in possession of the drugs.
And Sergio.
Yes! Good old Chris! Where's Flannagan? He's in transit, sir.
Should be another 10 minutes off before he meets with Schultz.
MAN: Flannagan's bypassed Schultz.
He's in the city.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Crime 83 to Crime 85.
FAITHFUL: Crime 85.
He's going into the ANZ Bank.
303 Collins Street.
Has he got the briefcase with him? Yeah.
He's carrying it.
Shit.
Shit! He can't be.
Look, get after him.
Go, go, go.
Think he's in the safety deposit vault.
Hang on.
He's at the gate.
He's coming out.
Yeah.
There's no briefcase.
Repeat - he's got no briefcase on him.
He's heading for the exit.
Well, what do you want me to do? Del.
FAITHFUL: Keep him in sight.
We're asking for one of your crew to stay in the bank.
We'll be one down on Flannagan.
Keep the others on it.
For God's sake, don't lose him now! Stay in the vicinity of the bank.
Where's Moony? He's left the bank.
No briefcase and no sign of any contact with anyone.
Look, we'll need a warrant for the bank.
Anything else? God knows.
He's standing at the front of the building.
Come on! Move it.
Shit! He's moving off.
Uh, moving south down Elizabeth Street.
Mr Walker.
Morning.
Not a bad match the other night.
No, McEnroe's starting to show his age, but, uh, he's still got it all over the youngsters when it comes to technique.
Just ring when you're finished, Mr Walker.
MAN: OK, we're hooked onto him.
Liz is heading south out of the city.
No visible contact with anyone.
He's still got to have the keys on him.
Knicks, stay at the bank.
I repeat, stay at the bank.
The money is still there.
OK, now, we're on our way.
Uh, Jacko.
Hang onto her.
Tell us if something breaks.
I think we'll go along for the ride.
We have reason to believe the proceeds of a serious criminal offence may have been deposited.
How long's Flannagan had this box? Only a couple of months.
His credentials were OK.
Have to be these days.
System's tightening right up.
You're quite sure this is his box? Yes.
No question.
Has anyone else come through here since the time that Flannagan left and now? Uh, yes, four.
No, five.
Can I have a look at that, thanks? Well, that won't help.
No-one but Mr Flannagan can get into this box.
If they had the key? Absolutely not.
We have to visually recognise them, their signature has to match, and the key number has to check against that.
The last bloke that came through here after Flannagan was a Mr D Walker.
David Walker, yes.
He's had a box with us for about eight years.
Look, most of these people are well known to us.
They're long-term customers.
WALLACE: Mr Howard, could you give us a moment? HOWARD: Certainly.
Nope.
Nope.
He could have left it here.
He could have left it up there.
There's too many alternatives.
So it's gotta be one of them.
We don't have enough evidence to get a warrant for these jokers.
We can get back to this later on.
We've got a possible conspiracy to murder to get on with.
Let's cut our losses and get our hands on Flannagan while he's still in one piece.
(GUN CLICKS) There's no sign of the dogs.
Oh, you're probably looking at the camera.
Righto, Moony.
I'll wait for your signal down this side.
Docket, you're behind me.
Get out of here, Goose.
You said quickly! Just out of here.
Go.
Lucky he hasn't got a bloody siren, pal.
MOON: Ready when you are, Noddy.
Takes you back 20 years, doesn't it? It had me tossed.
I never picked a safety deposit box for that.
Well, we had our very good reasons.
Oh, Jesus.
Whoever you picked, you must be able to trust.
(GLASS SMASHES) MAN: Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Police! Don't move! Don't move! Facedown on the floor! Hands behind your back! Police! Don't move! Facedown on the floor! Police! Don't move! What the bloody hell's going on? Don't bloody move! This is my house! On the ground now! I hope you've got a bloody warrant! This is outrageous! Don't you worry.
Everything's OK.
I want your names and I want your numbers! Superintendent Jim Wallace.
This is Inspector Lewis Murdoch.
Senior Sergeant Adrian Moon will now search you in my presence.
Right, on your feet.
Jesus! I hope you've got a bloody good reason for this! All in good time, sir.
I have absolutely no intention of answering any of your questions.
You may wish to reconsider that later.
I doubt it.
Mr Schultz, you will now accompany us to the Major Crime Squad offices, where we have a number of matters to put to you.
Right.
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
FAITHFUL: Got to be this David Walker prick.
MOON: You're chasing a shadow.
Bullshit.
We've got a fingerprint off the box.
We take it down there, get a photofit Even if we ID him tomorrow with the cash in his pocket, what are we gonna do? Senior Sergeant! Make his life a misery with jaywalking and parking fines? It is all you'll be able to prove.
Moony, we go down to the bank I'm not saying don't keep a line on it.
I'm saying I have other jobs and I need you on them.
(SIGHS) Well, stuff him.
So how did we go with the print, guys? Not real good, mate - they've been sent overseas, see what they can do with them.
Moony's right, Pete.
We've got bugger-all.
Bodgy name, bodgy company.
Bodgy address.
We can't even produce him.
Even if we could, nothing ties him in.
But if he's in possession of the key, we can tie him rock-solid to the bank vault.
There's nothing about him that says he's that slack.
Anyway, I reckon there's another couple of blokes here.
No, they are cleanskins, Noddy.
I have been through all of them.
What about the second-hand car dealer? FLUFF: Piss-weak, mate.
Piss-weak.
He's not up to it.
HOWIE: Hang on, hang on, I wouldn't be so sure.
Come and have a look who he's in hock to.
FLUFF: Jesus.
HOWIE: No, Brunswick Street dealers.
Nobody shakes hands with Brunswick Street dealers without So are you saying that anyone who's in hock looks suss? Come on, that's half the bloody country.
Moony, what is it? Nothing! (PHONE RINGS) Murdoch.
He's on his way down.
Can I have your attention, please? Members of the Major Crime Squad have been requested to remain in the office.
The chief super's on his way down.
He has an announcement to make.
Well, I can't say this is something that I'm particularly happy to have to do.
You're aware of the current situation.
You all know how things have stood for quite some time now.
Disbanding a squad's not done lightly.
You have been given repeated warnings about the level of complaints and ample time to settle down and start working within the acceptable limits.
You know what the policy is.
The hit, shit and scatter way of doing a job's a thing of the past.
And anyone who thinks otherwise has just labelled himself a dinosaur.
Andrew Saunders, Arson Squad.
Antony Luciano, Fraud Squad.
Russell Howie, Armed Robbery.
Wayne Anderson, Drug Squad.
Cath Darby, Dealers Squad.
Adrian Moon, Prison Liaison.
Peter Faithful, Public Affairs Division.
The rest of you, report to the senior sergeant at St Kilda CI at 0900 tomorrow morning.
You're to clear your desks before you leave tonight.
The Major Crime Squad is officially disbanded as of now.
It's a pity it had to come to this.
But you've brought it on yourselves.
(COMPUTER BEEPS) Wasn't us he was talking about, was it, mate? No.
(GUN CLICKS) (DARBY SCREAMS) Jesus! (FLUFF CACKLES) You alright, Docket? I'm just a dinosaur, aren't I? You're just a gun-toting little turd, mate.
That's what you are.
Well, that's it.
I'm going out to get shit-faced.
DARBY: Wait for me.
Oh, I'm with you, mate.
I tell you what.
Moony, can I cop a lift with you? Yeah, sure, mate.
I got the squad car.
Well, you may as well keep it, Moony, 'cause there isn't a squad.
Why's that? The job's fucked.
(LAUGHS)