Underbelly s03e08 Episode Script
Crossroads
This is a warrant for your arrest for accessory to murder.
You dobbed on your mates.
You think any of these boys in here want to partner up with you? Make a note of everything they do to you in your duty book.
Get the boss to sign it.
He'll never bother to read it.
Then there's the sexual harassment I have to put up with every day.
CLAUDIA: No, joke's over, Eddie.
Shut the door.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
I make a fuss about this, I'll be out.
Then I'll make the fuss.
I want you to promise me that you won't say anything.
OK? KIM: You're nice.
Don't hold that against me.
Do you want me to get a towel or do you prefer me wringing wet? You won't tell, will you? You don't deserve me.
Grow up, little boy.
IBRAHIM: You must love reading.
Doing my HSC.
Trying to improve my mind.
MAN: I work for John Hatton.
He wants to talk to your wife.
HATTON: I need what you've got on the police force.
Just think about it.
I don't need to.
I want to bring these bastards down.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (KNOCK AT DOOR) DEBBIE: Claude, it's Deb and Greg.
(DOOR CHAIN UNLATCHES) Let us in, darl? Lady with a baby.
This is John Hatton.
Thank you for agreeing to this, Miss Campanelli.
Come in.
Just watch the kitty litter.
(SEVERAL CATS MIAOW NEARBY) HATTON: Deborah's told you about the urgency? Sorry about the mess.
Um, it looks like we have the opportunity to get a royal commission through, in Parliament.
Now, I need as much recent evidence of police corruption as we can gather.
And your stat dec, which is supportive of Deborah's claims of sexual harassment, will form a crucial part of that.
So if you'd like to read your statement through before signing Jesus, I'm a terrible host.
Let me get you some tea.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
CLAUDIA: So where are you working these days? Still at Fraud.
Need me head read! At least you're still a cop.
All I am now is a cop that was hurt on duty.
Claude, this stat dec.
It's about me.
Hatton's not expecting you to He's not even going to go near what they did to you.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
Fuck! Let me go! Wish I was as strong as you.
I'm not strong, darl.
I'm just bloody stubborn.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY) DEBBIE: You right? Well, let's get this signature happening, hey? Detective Constable Tea Lady.
Oh, what the fuck is that?! Oh, it's, um It's Mama Puss.
What's she doing in the freezer? (WHISPERS) She passed.
I can't I don't want her to go just yet.
Here.
HATTON: It's as you dictated.
The harassment that you saw Deborah subjected to.
My, uh My name will be mentioned? You'll be one of the brave few who stand up for what's right.
I, um I actually have to do something now.
So could you leave these with me and I'll read over them and post them back to you later? (DOOR SLAMS) She's never going to sign, is she? I think Claudia finds committing herself to anything pretty tough these days.
Even burying the cat.
Yeah.
Damn.
Well, looks like it's all down to you, Debbie.
Andy wants to see you.
Your timing's impeccable.
(KNOCKS) Close the door.
I'd rather keep it open.
There's been a complaint lodged against you with Internal Affairs.
What?! Alleges you're rorting your TA.
I've never When you were on an insurance investigation in Wollongong, your accommodation was paid for by the company you were investigating.
But I told you that at the time.
I've no memory of that conversation.
You said it was OK.
You said if I filled out the expense forms and lodged them, it would all be above board, that it would be OK.
Do you have a written record of this discussion? Who made the complaint against me? Oh, that's confidential.
Well, that would be the first fucking thing IA have ever kept to themselves.
You're looking at some very serious criminal charges.
NARRATOR: Of course, it was all a beat-up, the latest shot in the war of attrition against Debbie Webb, well-known whistleblower.
WOMAN: DogMan's here.
Give me a sec.
Don't keep him waiting again.
He waits all week to get his rocks off.
He can wait five seconds more.
Get a frigging wriggle on.
You're not here to write bloody essays.
SONG: # If you need a girl # We've got it # This is a party for the underprivileged # (BARKING) # This is a party for the underprivileged # (SONG CONTINUES) (MELISSA HUMS) You coming for a dance? Oi! You deaf or have I just lost my voice? Grow up, Melissa.
Oh, have a fun night, then, you grumpy cow.
MAN: That's the worst hand job I've ever had.
WANDA: I did everything you asked.
(SHOUTS) Oi! Leave her alone.
Don't.
You ought to take a class.
Fucking lessons.
Leave her alone, you arsehole.
Fucking touch her again and I'll bite your ugly balls off.
You all need a smack in the head.
Yeah.
Oh Need a holiday, huh? Oh, my God.
He took all my money.
(SHOUTS) Ape! (SOBS) Here.
Oi.
No.
No.
No, no, no, no Call it a night and grab a cab, OK? OK, babe, I can't take your hard-earned Take it, alright? Look after yourself.
Thanks, Kim.
Thanks, Kim.
(PHONE RINGS) KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message and make it a nice one.
(SHYLY) It's Michael.
I need to see you, Kimmy.
It's driving me crazy.
Let me make it up to you, otherwise I might do something terrible.
NARRATOR: There are times in your life when you know you're going to have to make a change.
You can't keep going the way you are.
Because disaster could be waiting around the very next corner.
(SCREAMS) You just fuck off! But actually taking that leap of faith into the unknown scary stuff.
On remand for accessory to murder, John Ibrahim was staring down a life he'd never planned on.
The truth is, we all face crossroads at some point in our lives.
(MEN CHATTER) Come on.
Hit him! Come on, mate.
That one's a trier.
Hey? He's on him.
Off you go, Wanda.
You got better things to do.
Whatever you say, Senior Constable.
Make that "Sergeant, sir".
MAN: What do youse want? Got reason to believe narcotics are being sold from these premises.
There's nothing going on here, mate.
I think someone's pulling your chain.
You got a warrant? Otherwise, piss off.
This place is open 24/7 you get a couple of customers every few minutes.
You're moving 500-1,000 caps a day at 60 bucks a cap.
Don't know what you're talking about, mate.
I'm playing the pinnies.
(UPBEAT MUSIC) NARRATOR: How many dirty syringes do you have to crush to save a single junkie's life? No matter what you do, there's always another desperate prepared to sell his mum's jewellery, or his body or his soul for a hit.
Joe Dooley knew his days pounding the beat on the Golden Mile were fast running out.
ANDY: Get in the car.
Get in the car.
That's an order.
(TYRES SQUEAL) (CAR HORN HONKS) What's the matter, Deb? You don't look too well.
Where are you taking me? (MEN LAUGH) Shh! (BRAKES ABRUPTLY) (GASPS) DEBBIE: This is my street! Well, that's right.
We do know where you live, Deb.
See you tomorrow.
(CLICKS) (LAUGHS) BOBBY: Whoa! (BOTH LAUGH) Oh.
GREG OVER PHONE: I'll kill the bastards.
Yeah, for what? Giving me a lift home? They're clever, Greg.
If they can't freak me out, they'll discredit me.
Deb, you don't have to do this.
We can call Hatton and tell him to stick his royal commission.
If I give up, I've been through all this for nothing.
All I ever wanted to do was the right thing, you know? (SIGHS) Whatever the hell that is.
I can't go back in there.
I just can't.
Then don't.
Save your strength, babe.
OK.
I'll go on sick leave.
Good girl.
But I gotta go back in tonight and get my duty book before they realise I'm not coming back.
No, not tonight.
Wait for me.
Yeah, you're in wherever you are.
The investigation's winding up, I'll be back in Yeah, three days, Greg.
You could be three weeks! I leave my duty book on my desk for that long, they'll doctor it till I'm a kiddie rooter and a bloody terrorist.
I'll go in in a couple of hours.
They'll all be at the boozer.
(DOOR OPENS) (PLASTIC BAG RUSTLES) (VACUUM WHIRRS) MELISSA: Stop it.
You know I like ice-cream.
And if it's hokey-pokey, I'll lick it off your hot body.
(LAUGHS) Meeting tomorrow at Bondi.
We're going to eat ice-creams on the beach.
Oh, and then you'll get stoned and sit on the sand until your arses freeze.
So he smokes a bit of grass.
So what? So he's a loser stoner you're dating for a change.
Since when have you cared who I go out with? You know how I feel about drugs.
No, Kim.
This isn't about drugs, OK? This is about you being a judgmental, joyless bitch.
You are so naive.
Why? Because I don't think all men are bastards? Fine.
Screw every stoner in Sydney.
Ruin your life.
Just don't do it around me.
Are you kicking me out? Well, you're not.
I'm bloody leaving anyway.
I am so over this bullshit.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) ('DIRTY GOLD' BY THE FUCKING EAGLES PLAYS) Hi, Kimmy.
Whoa.
I want you to leave.
Now.
Please, don't be like this.
I made a mistake.
But I just want to make things better between us.
I want to make things right between us.
I'm not leaving, Kim.
Don't you see this proves how much I love you? (COFFEE MACHINE HISSES) What did you guys do? Uh, Policing 101.
Stared the kid down till he freaked green, then took him home, told his good folks he was turning into a stalker.
They were How did you describe it, Les? Very bloody angry.
(LAUGHS) He won't be bothering you again, darling.
(SIGHS) I always say cops are beautiful.
Thank you! Oh, God, thank you.
Thank you.
(LAUGHS) Oh! (KNOCK AT DOOR) Who is it? It's Les.
Hello.
Hey! Thought I'd do a little welfare check.
Oh, I'm fine.
Check the windows.
I'm on the fourth floor.
I don't think he's that keen.
(WHISTLES) This is sweet of you.
You must be busy.
Uh Whoo! Les! Jesus.
Come on.
You're the sexiest girl I've ever known.
Kim! Les! Les, stop.
Hey! Stop it! Come on.
I helped you out today.
Don't I get a reward? Les, we're friends.
It's not so much to ask.
I mean, you're doing it every fucking day anyway.
(PHONE RINGS) KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message and make it a nice one.
MAN: Kim, Andrew here from Kings Cross Police.
Andrew! ANDREW: Oh, hi, Kim.
This is a bit weird, but you haven't seen Les, have you? Yeah, he's not here.
He's still on duty and he's not answering his car radio.
Look, if he does turn up, tell him to call in before the duty sergeant kills him.
KIM: Uh-huh.
Thanks.
(HANGS UP) LES: OK.
OK, good.
Right.
Now, come on! Oh Come on.
We're friends, yeah? We're friends.
OK? Yeah? (PRETENDS TO LAUGH) Now let's be friendly.
(LAUGHS) OK.
Just give me a sec.
Do you wanna (LAUGHS) What do you fancy, huh? What have you got? Got all my costumes.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hm.
Which ones? What do you want? Got Santa, Snow White? Got the Nazi one? Hmm? I love the Nazi one.
Yeah.
So do I.
Right, then, you get yourself ready then, Schweinhund.
Hmm? Yeah.
(LAUGHS) OK.
Don't move.
This thing's loaded.
Whoa.
What are you doing? KIM: Get your things.
Get your things! Kim, I was fucking kidding.
I didn't find it very funny, you arsehole! Alright, alright.
Get up.
Alright.
I'm up.
Get up.
Kim, I'm sorry.
(KIM LAUGHS) I Get out.
Get out of my house.
(SHOUTS) You get out of my house now! Fuck! I'm sorry.
Get out! (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Oi! I'm sorry.
Oh, hello? Is that Internal Affairs? My name's Kim Hollingsworth.
I've just been assaulted by a police officer.
(STAMMERS) He works at the Kings Cross Station.
He was there He put his gun in my crotch.
No.
He put his service pistol in my fucking vulva.
(PHONE BEEPS) Fuck! TREVOR: Poor old Wanda.
JOE: Pretty messed up.
I'd say it was an assault.
Maybe a hit and run.
All the whores around here end up a bit worse for wear.
TREVOR: Either way, she's at least a week of paperwork.
Sergeant Dooley, you know where we are? McElhone Stairs? Yeah.
You know what's special about McElhone Stairs? They're the border between our district and Woolloomooloo.
In fact, the borderline's right here.
She's in our district.
Five seconds' lifting and she becomes Woolloomooloo's week of paperwork, not ours.
The boys from the 'Loo would love the chance to track down his her parents.
Call Forensics.
Get them down here.
JOE: Oi! You are a fucking disgrace, mate.
Got wind up you, Dooley? TREVOR: Oi! You two.
(YELLS ANGRILY) Cut it out.
Back off.
Joe, come here.
Look, Eddie's a dickhead, alright? We all know that.
Now, I understand you got your way of doing things and we've got ours.
But you got to choose what team you bat for.
Wanda? Wanda?! (SOBS) Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, shit! I'm sorry.
Don't you pretend to give a fuck! NARRATOR: Did I mention there are times in your life when you know you're going to have to change paths? Tragically, it was too late for Wanda.
But not for Joe.
And not for Kim.
HATTON: Well, the Opposition are onside.
Wonders will never cease.
So with the other two independents, looks like I've finally got the numbers.
Congratulations.
Well, we're not there yet.
Still got to make the speech, AND put it to the vote.
When's that? Tomorrow.
Strike while the iron's hot, hey? I'd really like you both to be there when I speak.
If you feel you can.
Don't understand how this happened, Deb.
Why are you talking to John Hatton? Why are you dobbing in your mates? I don't understand it, Deb.
You know as well as anyone that being a cop involves a certain amount of rough and tumble.
I I only ever wanted to do my job.
Then do it, you dumb bitch.
Do your fucking job! (MEN LAUGH) ('FINALE' INTRO OF BEETHOVEN'S 'S YMPHONY NO.
9 IN D MINOR') (TENOR SINGS IN GERMAN) Hatton's about to speak.
The honourable member for South Coast.
Thank you, Mr Speaker.
Mr Speaker, I move that a royal commission be established to inquire into the operations of the NSW Police service, with particular reference to entrenched corruption, the activities of the Internal Affairs branches, the failure of the internal informers policy and the impartiality of the service in investigating and pursuing prosecutions.
Mr Speaker, corruption is entrenched in senior levels of the NSW Police service.
Internal Affairs is corrupt.
Senior police officers close ranks to prevent exposure of corrupt activities.
The Minister and the Police Commissioner have failed to support and safeguard those in the service who are honest and brave enough to fight corruption.
Detective Senior Constable Locke gave information about corruption to internal security.
And within a week, detectives from within her own squad made her realise the IA leaked like a sieve.
For her own safety, she had to be transferred.
And, Mr Speaker, may I point out that this motion specifically requires that this inquiry be staffed only by personnel other than serving or former NSW police officers.
(BEETHOVEN'S 'S YMPHONY NO 9 IN D MINOR' CONTINUES) NARRATOR: John Hatton spoke for an hour and 18 minutes.
After years of campaigning against police corruption, he had a bit to say.
And finally, the stars had aligned.
His motion was carried 46 to 45.
What's your reaction to the vote, Commissioner? Is it true corruption's entrenched? What about the suggestion you aren't supportive of Senior Constable Locke and the other whistleblowers? I don't ever claim to be perfect.
I have on occasion crossed the road against the walk light.
MAN: Yeah, all those signs too.
It's a figment of the political imagination to suggest that corruption is widespread in the NSW Police service.
MAN: Slow down, you can't go that fast.
You're overloading.
There we go.
REPORTER: What do you think will be the outcome of a royal commission? There are two things I look forward to from this inquiry.
MAN: OK, bring all those over, boys.
The first is to see Mr Hatton away from parliamentary privilege.
The second is the opportunity to clear my name and those of the fine officers of the NSW Police Force.
I heard they're going to call every cop in this city.
Royal commission.
Waste of fucking time and money.
Fucking Debbie Webb, hey? I mean, who would have thought? Of all people.
Fat mouthy moll.
Look, they can't prove anything if we all just keep shtum.
It's a royal commission, Trev.
They charge you with contempt, lock you up if you refuse to speak.
Jim? They wouldn't lock up cops, would they? Justice Wood? He's got a nasty look in his eye, mate.
He'll go.
Whoo! Hey, hey.
Stop pissing your pants, ya bunch of girls.
The pollies are banging the law and order drum because there's an election coming up.
Exactly, I mean, it's going to take any investigators weeks just to choose the colour of the wallpaper.
We'll all have plenty of time to get our stories straight and then all we gotta do is stick to it.
Beer.
Beer? Beer.
Trev? No.
NARRATOR: Two days after John Hatton's historic parliamentary victory, the letters patent were issued to Justice James Wood, who was commissioned to head the inquiry.
The Wood Royal Commission was to change the face and nature of policing in NSW for years to come.
GERRY: We have listening devices, we have telephone intercepts.
We have state-of-the-art tracking devices.
We are part of the best-equipped investigation team ever established in this country.
MAN: Hear, hear.
But none of these shiny toys is going to get us past square one unless we know where to put them.
There are 14,000 serving officers in the NSW force.
Not all of them are corrupt.
But there are plenty of shitheads who are.
And they're clever, sneaky shitheads who will close ranks at the first whiff of a leak and will never cheerfully come to us just to fess up.
The only way to do our job expose corruption is get someone on the inside.
Sniff around, find people cop or crim that we can put between a rock and a hard place and get them to point our bells and whistles at the corrupt officers.
Mr Agius? Uh, might I add do it legally.
Spoken like a true lawyer.
(LAUGHTER) Alright, let's get stuck into it.
Birth classes! "Breathe out, visualise your cervix opening like a flower.
"Visualise, visualise" You're not visualising.
I am visualising.
Trouble is I'm visualising a bottle of gin.
Ah! Even the local rag's onto me.
Apparently Hatton's a zealot and I'm a troublemaker.
You know, he reckons I could be in the witness box for days.
Looking forward to that.
What? That van's been in the street on and off for the last couple of days.
Greg.
Can I help you with something, mate? We don't know for sure it was there for us.
GREG: No.
How long are we going to have to live like this? Cops have got long memories.
We could leave.
Pack it in, go to Queensland.
Senior Constables Locke and Locke of Balmain become Mr and Mrs Smith of Maroochydore? I just want you to be safe.
We become anonymous, we're easy targets.
We're safer here with you in the force and me in the paper every second fucking day.
We weren't that safe tonight.
No.
When I was a woodchuck, Joe Dooley used to tell me to pick my moment to pull my head out of the sand.
Time it wrongly, you get your head blown off.
I got the worst fucking timing.
And a bloody big head.
You're not really giving up? I'm sick of being treated like I don't matter.
Sick of being three holes on legs.
Well, what will you do for money? Dunno.
If I don't use my head for something, I'm going to go bloody mental.
So you just give up on everything? On me.
You can give up hooking too, Gale.
Do something else with your life.
I don't want to stop.
I don't want this to end.
Kimmy, we had fun, you know? It was fun.
Once upon a time, we did.
But I'm not having fun anymore.
(SOBS) Oh.
Oh, babe.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
So, you've given hooking the flick.
You blitzed your HSC.
What are you going to do now, you egghead? Guess.
No way.
Mm-hm.
You are seriously not going to join the police force?! (SCOFFS) Fuck! Kim.
They treat you like shit.
They stick a gun in your fanny.
They turn their backs on you.
Vanessa's got more sense than you and she's bloody six weeks old.
KIM: Yeah, well, she's a genius and I'm just a country girl who always wanted to be a cop.
Bad time to be a cop in NSW.
So, um, can I put you down as a referee on my application form? (LAUGHS) Oh! If you want to be burnt at the stake.
I've, um applied for a medical discharge.
Wow.
Leaving the police force.
How does that feel? You should know.
Cop's all I've ever wanted to be too.
NARRATOR: John Ibrahim had spent barely three weeks behind bars on remand for accessory to the murder of drug dealer Talal Assaad when royal commissioner James Wood ordered his release.
His case, among others, was put on hold until Justice Wood had completed his inquiry.
MAN: Under the terms of your bail, you need to report Twice a week.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.
Don't worry, mate.
There you go.
(LAUGHS) Hey, you heard that old Chinese curse? What curse would that be? "May you live in interesting times.
" Time's going to get pretty interesting around here soon.
Joe Dooley's gone.
TREVOR: Where? Up his own arse? No, the academy.
He's got delusions of grandeur.
He's doing the D's course.
What? Detective Joe Dickhead? Don't worry, mate.
He's going to bring the crime rate down in no time flat.
Single-handedly.
(ALL LAUGH) Have you blokes heard about the royal commission investigators? Nup.
Word is they're all feds, Poms or South Australians.
Ooh, the A-team, hey? Wouldn't know one side of the State from the other.
FOWLER: What the fucking fuck?! What? We're being transferred to Central.
You and me.
Effective immediately.
Some bullshit about internal renewal.
SCULLY: Shit.
Bloody hell, mate.
Shit.
Stop panicking, Scully.
It's not raining fucking frogs.
NARRATOR: But one way or another, the Wood Royal Commission would touch almost all of the denizens of the Golden Mile.
Some chose to be involved.
Others had no choice.
For better or for worse, change was coming.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
#
You dobbed on your mates.
You think any of these boys in here want to partner up with you? Make a note of everything they do to you in your duty book.
Get the boss to sign it.
He'll never bother to read it.
Then there's the sexual harassment I have to put up with every day.
CLAUDIA: No, joke's over, Eddie.
Shut the door.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
I make a fuss about this, I'll be out.
Then I'll make the fuss.
I want you to promise me that you won't say anything.
OK? KIM: You're nice.
Don't hold that against me.
Do you want me to get a towel or do you prefer me wringing wet? You won't tell, will you? You don't deserve me.
Grow up, little boy.
IBRAHIM: You must love reading.
Doing my HSC.
Trying to improve my mind.
MAN: I work for John Hatton.
He wants to talk to your wife.
HATTON: I need what you've got on the police force.
Just think about it.
I don't need to.
I want to bring these bastards down.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there # It's a jungle out there.
# (KNOCK AT DOOR) DEBBIE: Claude, it's Deb and Greg.
(DOOR CHAIN UNLATCHES) Let us in, darl? Lady with a baby.
This is John Hatton.
Thank you for agreeing to this, Miss Campanelli.
Come in.
Just watch the kitty litter.
(SEVERAL CATS MIAOW NEARBY) HATTON: Deborah's told you about the urgency? Sorry about the mess.
Um, it looks like we have the opportunity to get a royal commission through, in Parliament.
Now, I need as much recent evidence of police corruption as we can gather.
And your stat dec, which is supportive of Deborah's claims of sexual harassment, will form a crucial part of that.
So if you'd like to read your statement through before signing Jesus, I'm a terrible host.
Let me get you some tea.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
CLAUDIA: So where are you working these days? Still at Fraud.
Need me head read! At least you're still a cop.
All I am now is a cop that was hurt on duty.
Claude, this stat dec.
It's about me.
Hatton's not expecting you to He's not even going to go near what they did to you.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
Fuck! Let me go! Wish I was as strong as you.
I'm not strong, darl.
I'm just bloody stubborn.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY) DEBBIE: You right? Well, let's get this signature happening, hey? Detective Constable Tea Lady.
Oh, what the fuck is that?! Oh, it's, um It's Mama Puss.
What's she doing in the freezer? (WHISPERS) She passed.
I can't I don't want her to go just yet.
Here.
HATTON: It's as you dictated.
The harassment that you saw Deborah subjected to.
My, uh My name will be mentioned? You'll be one of the brave few who stand up for what's right.
I, um I actually have to do something now.
So could you leave these with me and I'll read over them and post them back to you later? (DOOR SLAMS) She's never going to sign, is she? I think Claudia finds committing herself to anything pretty tough these days.
Even burying the cat.
Yeah.
Damn.
Well, looks like it's all down to you, Debbie.
Andy wants to see you.
Your timing's impeccable.
(KNOCKS) Close the door.
I'd rather keep it open.
There's been a complaint lodged against you with Internal Affairs.
What?! Alleges you're rorting your TA.
I've never When you were on an insurance investigation in Wollongong, your accommodation was paid for by the company you were investigating.
But I told you that at the time.
I've no memory of that conversation.
You said it was OK.
You said if I filled out the expense forms and lodged them, it would all be above board, that it would be OK.
Do you have a written record of this discussion? Who made the complaint against me? Oh, that's confidential.
Well, that would be the first fucking thing IA have ever kept to themselves.
You're looking at some very serious criminal charges.
NARRATOR: Of course, it was all a beat-up, the latest shot in the war of attrition against Debbie Webb, well-known whistleblower.
WOMAN: DogMan's here.
Give me a sec.
Don't keep him waiting again.
He waits all week to get his rocks off.
He can wait five seconds more.
Get a frigging wriggle on.
You're not here to write bloody essays.
SONG: # If you need a girl # We've got it # This is a party for the underprivileged # (BARKING) # This is a party for the underprivileged # (SONG CONTINUES) (MELISSA HUMS) You coming for a dance? Oi! You deaf or have I just lost my voice? Grow up, Melissa.
Oh, have a fun night, then, you grumpy cow.
MAN: That's the worst hand job I've ever had.
WANDA: I did everything you asked.
(SHOUTS) Oi! Leave her alone.
Don't.
You ought to take a class.
Fucking lessons.
Leave her alone, you arsehole.
Fucking touch her again and I'll bite your ugly balls off.
You all need a smack in the head.
Yeah.
Oh Need a holiday, huh? Oh, my God.
He took all my money.
(SHOUTS) Ape! (SOBS) Here.
Oi.
No.
No.
No, no, no, no Call it a night and grab a cab, OK? OK, babe, I can't take your hard-earned Take it, alright? Look after yourself.
Thanks, Kim.
Thanks, Kim.
(PHONE RINGS) KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message and make it a nice one.
(SHYLY) It's Michael.
I need to see you, Kimmy.
It's driving me crazy.
Let me make it up to you, otherwise I might do something terrible.
NARRATOR: There are times in your life when you know you're going to have to make a change.
You can't keep going the way you are.
Because disaster could be waiting around the very next corner.
(SCREAMS) You just fuck off! But actually taking that leap of faith into the unknown scary stuff.
On remand for accessory to murder, John Ibrahim was staring down a life he'd never planned on.
The truth is, we all face crossroads at some point in our lives.
(MEN CHATTER) Come on.
Hit him! Come on, mate.
That one's a trier.
Hey? He's on him.
Off you go, Wanda.
You got better things to do.
Whatever you say, Senior Constable.
Make that "Sergeant, sir".
MAN: What do youse want? Got reason to believe narcotics are being sold from these premises.
There's nothing going on here, mate.
I think someone's pulling your chain.
You got a warrant? Otherwise, piss off.
This place is open 24/7 you get a couple of customers every few minutes.
You're moving 500-1,000 caps a day at 60 bucks a cap.
Don't know what you're talking about, mate.
I'm playing the pinnies.
(UPBEAT MUSIC) NARRATOR: How many dirty syringes do you have to crush to save a single junkie's life? No matter what you do, there's always another desperate prepared to sell his mum's jewellery, or his body or his soul for a hit.
Joe Dooley knew his days pounding the beat on the Golden Mile were fast running out.
ANDY: Get in the car.
Get in the car.
That's an order.
(TYRES SQUEAL) (CAR HORN HONKS) What's the matter, Deb? You don't look too well.
Where are you taking me? (MEN LAUGH) Shh! (BRAKES ABRUPTLY) (GASPS) DEBBIE: This is my street! Well, that's right.
We do know where you live, Deb.
See you tomorrow.
(CLICKS) (LAUGHS) BOBBY: Whoa! (BOTH LAUGH) Oh.
GREG OVER PHONE: I'll kill the bastards.
Yeah, for what? Giving me a lift home? They're clever, Greg.
If they can't freak me out, they'll discredit me.
Deb, you don't have to do this.
We can call Hatton and tell him to stick his royal commission.
If I give up, I've been through all this for nothing.
All I ever wanted to do was the right thing, you know? (SIGHS) Whatever the hell that is.
I can't go back in there.
I just can't.
Then don't.
Save your strength, babe.
OK.
I'll go on sick leave.
Good girl.
But I gotta go back in tonight and get my duty book before they realise I'm not coming back.
No, not tonight.
Wait for me.
Yeah, you're in wherever you are.
The investigation's winding up, I'll be back in Yeah, three days, Greg.
You could be three weeks! I leave my duty book on my desk for that long, they'll doctor it till I'm a kiddie rooter and a bloody terrorist.
I'll go in in a couple of hours.
They'll all be at the boozer.
(DOOR OPENS) (PLASTIC BAG RUSTLES) (VACUUM WHIRRS) MELISSA: Stop it.
You know I like ice-cream.
And if it's hokey-pokey, I'll lick it off your hot body.
(LAUGHS) Meeting tomorrow at Bondi.
We're going to eat ice-creams on the beach.
Oh, and then you'll get stoned and sit on the sand until your arses freeze.
So he smokes a bit of grass.
So what? So he's a loser stoner you're dating for a change.
Since when have you cared who I go out with? You know how I feel about drugs.
No, Kim.
This isn't about drugs, OK? This is about you being a judgmental, joyless bitch.
You are so naive.
Why? Because I don't think all men are bastards? Fine.
Screw every stoner in Sydney.
Ruin your life.
Just don't do it around me.
Are you kicking me out? Well, you're not.
I'm bloody leaving anyway.
I am so over this bullshit.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) ('DIRTY GOLD' BY THE FUCKING EAGLES PLAYS) Hi, Kimmy.
Whoa.
I want you to leave.
Now.
Please, don't be like this.
I made a mistake.
But I just want to make things better between us.
I want to make things right between us.
I'm not leaving, Kim.
Don't you see this proves how much I love you? (COFFEE MACHINE HISSES) What did you guys do? Uh, Policing 101.
Stared the kid down till he freaked green, then took him home, told his good folks he was turning into a stalker.
They were How did you describe it, Les? Very bloody angry.
(LAUGHS) He won't be bothering you again, darling.
(SIGHS) I always say cops are beautiful.
Thank you! Oh, God, thank you.
Thank you.
(LAUGHS) Oh! (KNOCK AT DOOR) Who is it? It's Les.
Hello.
Hey! Thought I'd do a little welfare check.
Oh, I'm fine.
Check the windows.
I'm on the fourth floor.
I don't think he's that keen.
(WHISTLES) This is sweet of you.
You must be busy.
Uh Whoo! Les! Jesus.
Come on.
You're the sexiest girl I've ever known.
Kim! Les! Les, stop.
Hey! Stop it! Come on.
I helped you out today.
Don't I get a reward? Les, we're friends.
It's not so much to ask.
I mean, you're doing it every fucking day anyway.
(PHONE RINGS) KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message and make it a nice one.
MAN: Kim, Andrew here from Kings Cross Police.
Andrew! ANDREW: Oh, hi, Kim.
This is a bit weird, but you haven't seen Les, have you? Yeah, he's not here.
He's still on duty and he's not answering his car radio.
Look, if he does turn up, tell him to call in before the duty sergeant kills him.
KIM: Uh-huh.
Thanks.
(HANGS UP) LES: OK.
OK, good.
Right.
Now, come on! Oh Come on.
We're friends, yeah? We're friends.
OK? Yeah? (PRETENDS TO LAUGH) Now let's be friendly.
(LAUGHS) OK.
Just give me a sec.
Do you wanna (LAUGHS) What do you fancy, huh? What have you got? Got all my costumes.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hm.
Which ones? What do you want? Got Santa, Snow White? Got the Nazi one? Hmm? I love the Nazi one.
Yeah.
So do I.
Right, then, you get yourself ready then, Schweinhund.
Hmm? Yeah.
(LAUGHS) OK.
Don't move.
This thing's loaded.
Whoa.
What are you doing? KIM: Get your things.
Get your things! Kim, I was fucking kidding.
I didn't find it very funny, you arsehole! Alright, alright.
Get up.
Alright.
I'm up.
Get up.
Kim, I'm sorry.
(KIM LAUGHS) I Get out.
Get out of my house.
(SHOUTS) You get out of my house now! Fuck! I'm sorry.
Get out! (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Oi! I'm sorry.
Oh, hello? Is that Internal Affairs? My name's Kim Hollingsworth.
I've just been assaulted by a police officer.
(STAMMERS) He works at the Kings Cross Station.
He was there He put his gun in my crotch.
No.
He put his service pistol in my fucking vulva.
(PHONE BEEPS) Fuck! TREVOR: Poor old Wanda.
JOE: Pretty messed up.
I'd say it was an assault.
Maybe a hit and run.
All the whores around here end up a bit worse for wear.
TREVOR: Either way, she's at least a week of paperwork.
Sergeant Dooley, you know where we are? McElhone Stairs? Yeah.
You know what's special about McElhone Stairs? They're the border between our district and Woolloomooloo.
In fact, the borderline's right here.
She's in our district.
Five seconds' lifting and she becomes Woolloomooloo's week of paperwork, not ours.
The boys from the 'Loo would love the chance to track down his her parents.
Call Forensics.
Get them down here.
JOE: Oi! You are a fucking disgrace, mate.
Got wind up you, Dooley? TREVOR: Oi! You two.
(YELLS ANGRILY) Cut it out.
Back off.
Joe, come here.
Look, Eddie's a dickhead, alright? We all know that.
Now, I understand you got your way of doing things and we've got ours.
But you got to choose what team you bat for.
Wanda? Wanda?! (SOBS) Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, shit! I'm sorry.
Don't you pretend to give a fuck! NARRATOR: Did I mention there are times in your life when you know you're going to have to change paths? Tragically, it was too late for Wanda.
But not for Joe.
And not for Kim.
HATTON: Well, the Opposition are onside.
Wonders will never cease.
So with the other two independents, looks like I've finally got the numbers.
Congratulations.
Well, we're not there yet.
Still got to make the speech, AND put it to the vote.
When's that? Tomorrow.
Strike while the iron's hot, hey? I'd really like you both to be there when I speak.
If you feel you can.
Don't understand how this happened, Deb.
Why are you talking to John Hatton? Why are you dobbing in your mates? I don't understand it, Deb.
You know as well as anyone that being a cop involves a certain amount of rough and tumble.
I I only ever wanted to do my job.
Then do it, you dumb bitch.
Do your fucking job! (MEN LAUGH) ('FINALE' INTRO OF BEETHOVEN'S 'S YMPHONY NO.
9 IN D MINOR') (TENOR SINGS IN GERMAN) Hatton's about to speak.
The honourable member for South Coast.
Thank you, Mr Speaker.
Mr Speaker, I move that a royal commission be established to inquire into the operations of the NSW Police service, with particular reference to entrenched corruption, the activities of the Internal Affairs branches, the failure of the internal informers policy and the impartiality of the service in investigating and pursuing prosecutions.
Mr Speaker, corruption is entrenched in senior levels of the NSW Police service.
Internal Affairs is corrupt.
Senior police officers close ranks to prevent exposure of corrupt activities.
The Minister and the Police Commissioner have failed to support and safeguard those in the service who are honest and brave enough to fight corruption.
Detective Senior Constable Locke gave information about corruption to internal security.
And within a week, detectives from within her own squad made her realise the IA leaked like a sieve.
For her own safety, she had to be transferred.
And, Mr Speaker, may I point out that this motion specifically requires that this inquiry be staffed only by personnel other than serving or former NSW police officers.
(BEETHOVEN'S 'S YMPHONY NO 9 IN D MINOR' CONTINUES) NARRATOR: John Hatton spoke for an hour and 18 minutes.
After years of campaigning against police corruption, he had a bit to say.
And finally, the stars had aligned.
His motion was carried 46 to 45.
What's your reaction to the vote, Commissioner? Is it true corruption's entrenched? What about the suggestion you aren't supportive of Senior Constable Locke and the other whistleblowers? I don't ever claim to be perfect.
I have on occasion crossed the road against the walk light.
MAN: Yeah, all those signs too.
It's a figment of the political imagination to suggest that corruption is widespread in the NSW Police service.
MAN: Slow down, you can't go that fast.
You're overloading.
There we go.
REPORTER: What do you think will be the outcome of a royal commission? There are two things I look forward to from this inquiry.
MAN: OK, bring all those over, boys.
The first is to see Mr Hatton away from parliamentary privilege.
The second is the opportunity to clear my name and those of the fine officers of the NSW Police Force.
I heard they're going to call every cop in this city.
Royal commission.
Waste of fucking time and money.
Fucking Debbie Webb, hey? I mean, who would have thought? Of all people.
Fat mouthy moll.
Look, they can't prove anything if we all just keep shtum.
It's a royal commission, Trev.
They charge you with contempt, lock you up if you refuse to speak.
Jim? They wouldn't lock up cops, would they? Justice Wood? He's got a nasty look in his eye, mate.
He'll go.
Whoo! Hey, hey.
Stop pissing your pants, ya bunch of girls.
The pollies are banging the law and order drum because there's an election coming up.
Exactly, I mean, it's going to take any investigators weeks just to choose the colour of the wallpaper.
We'll all have plenty of time to get our stories straight and then all we gotta do is stick to it.
Beer.
Beer? Beer.
Trev? No.
NARRATOR: Two days after John Hatton's historic parliamentary victory, the letters patent were issued to Justice James Wood, who was commissioned to head the inquiry.
The Wood Royal Commission was to change the face and nature of policing in NSW for years to come.
GERRY: We have listening devices, we have telephone intercepts.
We have state-of-the-art tracking devices.
We are part of the best-equipped investigation team ever established in this country.
MAN: Hear, hear.
But none of these shiny toys is going to get us past square one unless we know where to put them.
There are 14,000 serving officers in the NSW force.
Not all of them are corrupt.
But there are plenty of shitheads who are.
And they're clever, sneaky shitheads who will close ranks at the first whiff of a leak and will never cheerfully come to us just to fess up.
The only way to do our job expose corruption is get someone on the inside.
Sniff around, find people cop or crim that we can put between a rock and a hard place and get them to point our bells and whistles at the corrupt officers.
Mr Agius? Uh, might I add do it legally.
Spoken like a true lawyer.
(LAUGHTER) Alright, let's get stuck into it.
Birth classes! "Breathe out, visualise your cervix opening like a flower.
"Visualise, visualise" You're not visualising.
I am visualising.
Trouble is I'm visualising a bottle of gin.
Ah! Even the local rag's onto me.
Apparently Hatton's a zealot and I'm a troublemaker.
You know, he reckons I could be in the witness box for days.
Looking forward to that.
What? That van's been in the street on and off for the last couple of days.
Greg.
Can I help you with something, mate? We don't know for sure it was there for us.
GREG: No.
How long are we going to have to live like this? Cops have got long memories.
We could leave.
Pack it in, go to Queensland.
Senior Constables Locke and Locke of Balmain become Mr and Mrs Smith of Maroochydore? I just want you to be safe.
We become anonymous, we're easy targets.
We're safer here with you in the force and me in the paper every second fucking day.
We weren't that safe tonight.
No.
When I was a woodchuck, Joe Dooley used to tell me to pick my moment to pull my head out of the sand.
Time it wrongly, you get your head blown off.
I got the worst fucking timing.
And a bloody big head.
You're not really giving up? I'm sick of being treated like I don't matter.
Sick of being three holes on legs.
Well, what will you do for money? Dunno.
If I don't use my head for something, I'm going to go bloody mental.
So you just give up on everything? On me.
You can give up hooking too, Gale.
Do something else with your life.
I don't want to stop.
I don't want this to end.
Kimmy, we had fun, you know? It was fun.
Once upon a time, we did.
But I'm not having fun anymore.
(SOBS) Oh.
Oh, babe.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
So, you've given hooking the flick.
You blitzed your HSC.
What are you going to do now, you egghead? Guess.
No way.
Mm-hm.
You are seriously not going to join the police force?! (SCOFFS) Fuck! Kim.
They treat you like shit.
They stick a gun in your fanny.
They turn their backs on you.
Vanessa's got more sense than you and she's bloody six weeks old.
KIM: Yeah, well, she's a genius and I'm just a country girl who always wanted to be a cop.
Bad time to be a cop in NSW.
So, um, can I put you down as a referee on my application form? (LAUGHS) Oh! If you want to be burnt at the stake.
I've, um applied for a medical discharge.
Wow.
Leaving the police force.
How does that feel? You should know.
Cop's all I've ever wanted to be too.
NARRATOR: John Ibrahim had spent barely three weeks behind bars on remand for accessory to the murder of drug dealer Talal Assaad when royal commissioner James Wood ordered his release.
His case, among others, was put on hold until Justice Wood had completed his inquiry.
MAN: Under the terms of your bail, you need to report Twice a week.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.
Don't worry, mate.
There you go.
(LAUGHS) Hey, you heard that old Chinese curse? What curse would that be? "May you live in interesting times.
" Time's going to get pretty interesting around here soon.
Joe Dooley's gone.
TREVOR: Where? Up his own arse? No, the academy.
He's got delusions of grandeur.
He's doing the D's course.
What? Detective Joe Dickhead? Don't worry, mate.
He's going to bring the crime rate down in no time flat.
Single-handedly.
(ALL LAUGH) Have you blokes heard about the royal commission investigators? Nup.
Word is they're all feds, Poms or South Australians.
Ooh, the A-team, hey? Wouldn't know one side of the State from the other.
FOWLER: What the fucking fuck?! What? We're being transferred to Central.
You and me.
Effective immediately.
Some bullshit about internal renewal.
SCULLY: Shit.
Bloody hell, mate.
Shit.
Stop panicking, Scully.
It's not raining fucking frogs.
NARRATOR: But one way or another, the Wood Royal Commission would touch almost all of the denizens of the Golden Mile.
Some chose to be involved.
Others had no choice.
For better or for worse, change was coming.
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