That's the problem there. You know it and I know it.
Oh, Christ, a bit of wine with dinner.
You're not walking out on us.
Shit!
Oh, Jesus, Maria.
WOMAN: Got an invitation to be a D. By who?
Welcome to the Kings Cross detectives, love.
Bloody great to be here.
You're out with me today, love.
Can I see your ID, madam? I don't think I've got any.
I'll have to ask you to get inside so I can do a full body search.
Well, hello.
I wouldn't mind grabbing my money and getting out of here.
Dave's got all the takings and he's...
What?
I can give you 100 bucks each out of my own pocket.
The deal was 750.
This is Shaka. Got into a bit of shit in Leb.
ARGGH!
So I give him a job.
You not work in the Cross no more.
You stick this in your arse! BILL: All this fighting, Louis.
Now we got bad feelings.
Hey, I didn't do this, John. I just run a business.
You start wars, finish 'em yourself, mate.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there. #
NARRATOR: Every Friday at 11 o'clock,
Louis Bayeh would go to Kings Cross, collect his standover money
and sit down to lunch at his favourite restaurant.
Louis always parked his car right out front in a 'No Standing' zone,
but he never got booked.
He always got the best table in the house, but he'd never pay a cent.
He was a man who expected respect
and for a long time, that's exactly what he got.
But all good things must come to an end,
and for Louis, the end came in the form of Benny Kassab's boys,
Norm Korbage and Shaka...
young guns with no respect for age or reputation.
REPORTER: Police say that Bayeh's Ermington home
was sprayed with automatic rifle fire,
probably from a moving vehicle.
Given that Bayeh's wife and children were home at the time,
it was described as a minor miracle that no-one was hurt.
BAYEH: Anybody got a problem with me, they know what I look like.
Why don't they come have problem with me?
They come to shoot my family, my children? This my house!
When asked whether he would be seeking police protection,
Mr Bayeh said, "I don't trust them.
"Police are the main problem here." Oh, shit!
I made you some breakfast.
Thanks.
I have to go to work now. I'm... kind of late.
I'll just leave this here.
LENNIE: Now back in the old days,
whenever there was bad blood down here,
George'd sit everybody down and they could talk it out.
TALK it out.
Ben, I thought you might like to kick off.
Like you said, I come here to smooth things over.
Hey, Louis, I swear on my mother, man,
I had nothing to do with your house getting shot up.
These are for your wife.
And, uh, this is for you.
And your mates, Shaka and Norm, they gonna send flower too?
I dunno where they're at, Louis.
You tell them to shoot my house, they shoot.
You tell them to come here, they no come?
Hey, I never told them to shoot.
That's garbage. Bullshit.
Hey, I'm not bullshitting, man. Bullshit!
Fucking bullshit, mate! Hey!
Come on, Louis. Just calm it down, hey?
Lennie, I come here for you because you ask me.
I no come here for insult. Insult? What insult?
I gave you money, mate. What do you want?
Fuck your money! I want payback. Hey, Louis.
Tell me where they are or I make you pay.
You choose, Kassab.
That went well, huh?
How'd you go?
Fuck!
Screw the prick, man.
Benny, this is getting out of hand.
Oh, what, you think I like it?
Hey, I can't walk down the Strip now.
I gotta carry a piece
'cause Louis's monkeys, they're looking to smash my head.
Yeah?
You know the fucking rules, OK?
No shooting.
Oh, yeah? And if he comes at me, what do I do, huh?
Let him blow my brains out?
Hmm.
Sean Sinclair.
And, of course, you remember Chook Fowler, our fearless leader.
Hi. Jesus.
When you said you were bringing in new talent,
I didn't think you meant this kind.
Debbie Webb, if I could introduce you
to Detective Constable Claudia Campanelli,
just over from North Sydney.
I thought you two ladies could...
Ladies, if you could get us a pot of tea, I'll have it in me office.
Lucky you're here. We needed a new tea lady.
That's Detective Constable Tea Lady. (CHUCKLES)
So what can I expect over here? A bit of a jungle, hey?
(CHUCKLES) You're not wrong.
Chook's OK. I mean, he'll have a perve, but he won't touch.
Eddie's inclined to flop his old fella out after a few drinks.
Uh, Scully, he's a teddy bear... no real harm there.
OK. I meant what can I expect on the streets?
Oh, right. I forgot about the street.
North Sydney was pretty sleepy. Mostly domestics and shoplifts.
But the Cross, this is the sharp end of the job.
Yeah.
Well, Benny Kassab, we could, uh...
...we could load him up, send him off.
It was a lot smoother when it was just the Bayehs.
Bloody Louis Bayeh's the problem. We should load him up.
No! No, no.
A, it won't shut him up. B, Louis's got mates.
Now, they might be getting old, but they still got teeth.
But, Chook, we give in to an ape like Bayeh,
what message does it send?
How are we gonna walk down the street with our heads up?
OK, look. I don't give a shit what you do.
You just make sure that this doesn't blow up
or else we are all covered in it.
My fucking temper. My temper always make problem for me.
What if Shaka and Norm apologised?
What, so they shoot my house,
they fucking say sorry, everything alright?
No. Fair enough.
You need a result.
I gotta look strong here. I can't fucking lose respect.
If they got pinched, went away for a year, or 10,
your problems would be solved.
Louis wants peace with Benny Kassab.
But he's got a condition.
Shaka and Norm... they gotta do time.
The drive-by's not my brief. Parramatta's got it.
And they don't know where Shaka and Norm are at. Only Benny does.
You find out where they are from Benny,
I tell Louis's cops in Parramatta and then we got peace.
I'll see what I can do.
I had a little word with Trevor
and he reckons Norm and Shaka have gotta hand themselves in.
No. No way.
Louis Bayeh's coppers get 'em, they're gonna be rooted.
Who said anything about Louis Bayeh's coppers, hey?
The boys come in, me and Trev will charge 'em,
give 'em a slap on the wrist...
done and dusted before the Parramatta boys even get a whiff, alright?
Louis Bayeh saves face
and you, you get back to business
and the people of New South Wales are well and truly served.
No. Norm won't do time.
Benny, you're not listening, are ya?
I just said a "slap on the wrist".
And we'll give him bail on the spot.
DAVE: Jesus, you look hot.
Yeah, well, have a good look 'cause you're not touching.
Kimmy... I'm at work. Piss off.
I promised my friends 750 each for that strip show of yours.
And what do you do? You piss off without paying a cent.
I'm sorry about that, really.
I bought a part in a florist. It's been a bloody nightmare.
A florist? And how is this my problem?
I ended up spending some of the money from the show
to cover my bills.
I thought maybe you'd help me organise another show.
Gale and Mel are still pissed off about the first one.
Who cares about them? You were the star, Kim.
Jesus, every cop in Sydney's talking about you.
I reckon you were born to strip.
I could... help you get set up.
What do you say?
(MOANING AND GRUNTING)
Hey. Yeah.
Cuff me.
Are... you sure? Yeah.
That's hot.
Is it? Mm-hm.
Hurt me.
I don't wanna do that.
I want you to. No.
Here.
God, I'm sorry.
Just a lot of men like that.
I don't.
That's not how I see you.
I could marry a woman like you, Kim.
When we get in there, we tell Trevor we were off our heads.
We were coked off our eyeballs, man. We didn't think about Louis's kids.
Hey, it's cool, man. You can tell him yourself.
(HORN BLARES)
Where are we going, Benny? What this place?
This is the cop shop, man! Oh, you bullshit me!
This is where we're meeting them.
It's bullshit! I'm not bullshitting you, alright?
Bayeh's got half the cops in Sydney in his back pocket.
We go in there, they'll find us dead in a fucking cell!
Hey, Bayeh and his boys, they're in Parramatta.
This is Bankstown, bro. It's neutral.
You said a meeting, man. You said a meeting!
Hey, youse come in here now, Trevor's gonna look after you boys,
I'm telling ya.
Trevor Haken? And Trevor Haken doesn't take money off the Bayehs?
Man, he's the first in line!
I swear to God, Norm. Norm, I give you my oath.
You cop a little charge now,
you get bail, you'll be home for dinner, huh?
Hey, you know I got your back, yeah?
TREVOR: Alright, we'll do it upstairs.
I'm gonna go grab a couple of coffees,
you boys have a chat, I'll come back in 10.
Come up with a credible explanation that puts you in the clear.
It's not on. It's just for practice.
So, tell me the version where you're not the shooter, hmm?
Huh?
Well, on that night, youse were coked off your heads, right?
OK, but let's just call it booze.
It'll play better if it gets to court.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
So youse were that pissed, mate, youse didn't know what was going on,
either of you.
OK, so who pulled the trigger?
Some guy called Joe.
I had never seen him before.
Some guy called Joe. I'd never seen him before.
I'd fallen asleep by then.
Some guy called Joe.
He gave us some choof, smoking gear, really knocked us around.
So Joey asks me, "Can I drive?" I say, "No worries."
Joey says to me, "Let me drive your car."
'Cause I'm off my head, right?
'Cause I am off my head, yeah?
TREVOR: And where did he drive you?
You see, I'd fallen asleep in the back.
I'm in the back of the car.
And all of a sudden... all of a sudden...
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
The guy's shooting out the window!
How was I supposed to know he was gonna start shooting?
I just wanted to go out and get some honeys.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Oh, shit.
3:46pm. I am suspending this interview for a toilet break.
You're a cheeky little prick, Haken.
Get back over there. Now!
They're mine! That drive-by happened on my patch.
Wiley, I wish I could help,
but I'm already three-quarters done taking their statements.
Really? On what charge?
I'd say firearms related. Bullshit!
It was attempt murder.
Norman Korbage says the shots were fired by a third party.
Now, unless you've got something that shows different,
there's no way attempt murder's gonna fly.
Fine, but if these little pricks just walk out of here,
then my credibility is shot, Trevor.
BENNY: You said they'd get bail.
JIM: Well, bail's been opposed. Yeah, by who?
By us, the police.
I gave them my word, mate.
Well, that was before Louis's mates came down from Parramatta
and made us all look stupid.
Yeah, you gave me your word! Hey!
Mate, I did my best, OK? So just have a little bit of gratitude.
Otherwise, things could get a lot worse for all concerned.
Understand? Come on.
NARRATOR: The Kings Cross detectives' interest in the case
was purely financial.
They wanted to keep two good earners out on the street.
But for Benny Kassab,
it was all about honouring a promise to his mates...
men who took broken promises very seriously.
SONG: # Well, just because you think I'm a good old egg
# Don't catch chickens before they hatch
# Now, if you've got the mind You're going to two-time me
# Baby, you've met your match
# If you think you can two-time me one more time
# Don't count your chickens before they hatch
# Don't count your chickens before they hatch. #
Larkins has got a new partner.
Apparently he drives like Greg Norman.
I hope you didn't invite me along just for my drive, Minister.
(LAUGHS) Of course not.
Putting's important too. (LAUGHS)
NARRATOR: Dennis Kelly thought golf
was the most boring way to spend an afternoon ever invented,
but he loved politics,
and no-one played that game better than Dennis.
WALLIS: Dennis Kelly. Justice Larkins, it's an honour.
Ken, Dennis, meet Sid Hillier.
G'day, Dennis. Been a while.
NARRATOR: Dennis and Sid graduated the academy the same year.
They hated each other then and nothing had changed.
Yeah, can't seem to get away from each other.
Your vehicle's in a 'No Standing' zone.
I always park there.
Well, now I need to park there
so you move it or you're gone for obstructing police.
Monica, move my car.
You stay where you are. You're moving that car yourself.
Now. I'm eating.
You don't move it, you'll be in the fucking lockup eating slops,
which I will personally piss in.
Too much chilli!
Oh, shot, Dennis.
LARKINS: That's the one. Hey?
So, Detective, what do you make of this mess in the news?
The Bayeh drive-by?
Not much. A bunch of low-level idiots squabbling over drug money.
I know someone on this case... Malcolm Bigg.
He tells me a couple of fellas up the Cross
are interfering in the investigation.
Haken and...
Egan. Jim Egan.
They're both friends of yours, aren't they, Den?
Egan and I go way back.
Haken... when he made Detective, he was under me.
So you'd vouch for these two men?
In my opinion, they're both talented investigators.
I hope so.
I've got this Hatton bastard
banging on about a royal commission into policing.
Last thing the government wants is to give him ammunition.
Oh, shit.
NARRATOR: When Eddie Gould asked Debbie Webb
to investigate a break and enter with him,
she wasn't suspicious.
At first, she'd hoped it was a rare opportunity
to be involved in some actual police work.
Even when it didn't work out that way,
she assumed Eddie had dragged her along to shirk on his paperwork.
Here you go, Deb. I got all the details.
You can finish it off when we get back to the station.
I haven't even seen the point of entry yet.
I've seen it. Now come on.
Wanna get back to the Bourbon while they're still frosty.
Giddy-up.
But that seemingly run-of-the-mill break and enter report
would start a chain of events
that would change not only Debbie Webb
but the whole of the New South Wales Police Force forever.
DENNIS: Chookie!
Chief Inspector Kelly at my bloody drinks, hey?
Here we go. Here we go.
Come on, ya poofter! Your mate just got a bloody promotion!
Chief Inspector's here. Yeah, Trev's off the booze.
Sheer bloody miracle. Right up there with the virgin birth.
(LAUGHTER)
Sergeant fucking Scullion. Gives us all hope, eh?
Yeah, true. If Scully can make sergeant, even Eddie's got a shot.
Hear you went out on a job with him.
Break and enter. Dragged me out to Rooty Hill.
Bloke who got robbed...
tall, big house with a double arched garage?
Yeah, that's right.
That's Eddie's brother.
He had a different surname.
Changed it, didn't he?
Bit of history on him, not entirely glorious.
So you're saying I've put my name on an insurance scam?
Let me guess... Eddie filled in the particulars, but got you to sign it?
There's your answer.
See if the poolroom upstairs is open, eh?
Fuck.
Here, let me get you another drink.
DENNIS: I been watching Louis Bayeh on the news.
Seems you blokes are running a bit hot.
There's a kid... Ben Kassab.
Jim's been playing him for a while now.
Come on. Egan's got as much drive as a wet toilet roll.
You're running things down here.
So what's the score?
There's gotta be more than a drink in this.
Ben's got a few young guns, itchy nutters.
If I step out now and let him sink...
Might all start shooting each other. Mmm.
Now Louis's put Parramatta onto us.
This isn't coming from Louis.
You got big guns shooting for you, Trevor.
Yay!
(MEN JOSTLE AND LAUGH)
DEBBIE: Walked to me car!
I don't think I've met a gentleman since I got here.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, Sean, you're a nice guy, but...
Yeah, that's me... Mr Nice Guy.
(BEETHOVEN'S 'ADAGIO SOSTENUTO' PLAYS)
Wow! That was good! Good technique.
(LAUGHTER)
Righto, smart-arse. Let's see how good you go.
No, no, hold on.
You gotta hold the cue like this.
I know how to hold a pool cue, Eddie.
I know you do, Claudia. I know you do.
(LAUGHTER)
(KEYS DROP)
Jesus, maybe if I cuffed her to the table, she'd stay still for a minute, eh?
Maybe when you sink a ball, you can talk to me.
Till then, I'll choose my own shots.
(MEN SCOFF)
Hey. Eddie, what are you... Stop it. Eddie, what are you doing? Ow!
(LAUGHTER) Come on! Fuck.
Now, you see, Claudia, in pool you need to keep a steady hand.
This will keep you nice and steady.
Jesus. Grow up.
Alright, alright, very funny.
You know, my nephew does this...
when he's losing a game, he flips the board over.
Mind you, he's five. (LAUGHS)
Shut the door.
No. Joke's over, Eddie. Shh.
Jesus. Let me go, Eddie. Shh.
Fuck. Let me go! Shh.
Let me go.
('A DAGIO SOSTENUTO' CONTINUES)
(YELLS INAUDIBLY)
I don't know how I'm ever gonna face them again.
You won't have to. They're going down.
What?
We'll go to Internal Affairs. No.
Yep. I'll back you up. The shit that I've seen.
I don't want you to tell anyone about this.
You can't let them get away with this.
Would you complain if it was you? Fuck oath I would.
If I make a fuss about this, I'll be out.
I'll never work as a cop again.
Then I'll make the fuss. I'll wear it.
You just give me the go-ahead.
No, Debbie.
I want you to promise me that you won't say anything, OK?
Alright?
(DRIVING MUSIC)
(INAUDIBLE)
MAN: Kim, right? Oh, yeah. Hi.
How's things? She's looking for Dave.
Yeah, I'm must making some bookings for a function of his,
but he hasn't called me yet.
What function? The strip show, dickhead.
Second one's this weekend, right? Yeah.
I'm not sure I should be talking about that.
Why not? Just about the whole station's got tickets.
Aside from Joe. His mum'd kill him. Piss off.
Seriously, the way they're selling,
I reckon Joanne'll be flying first-class.
Joanne? Dave's wife.
Isn't that what the second one's for? To pay her way?
Though why he'd want the missus along on a footy trip
is a bloody mystery to me.
Oh, that's fucking crazy.
Um... yeah, thank you.
Hey, you sure you don't want to leave him a note?
No, that's fine. Just tell him I popped around for a chat, OK?
NARRATOR: With Norm and Shaka still in custody,
Benny Kassab was seriously exposed.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Louis Bayeh could command a virtual army of thugs and standover men
while Benny just didn't have the pull to get his own army together.
So instead he recruited a one-man army.
Benny had come a long way in a hurry,
from humble doorman to a major player in a matter of months.
He thought he could have it all...
millions in the bank, pretty girl on his arm, respect on the street.
And he wanted the heavyweight title that went with it...
King of the Cross.
BENNY: Hey, beautiful! Hey, hey.
Why don't you stop for a minute? Huh?
Oh, shit. Let me buy you a drink.
How about lunch? No? Dinner?
How about a sports car?
I don't need a sports car. No, but you'd look great in one.
Hey, if you change your mind, I'll be right here...
the Budget.
Yo, it's my place, baby!
Hey! Hey, Louis!
(ANIMAL SNARLING)
Hey, any time, Louis. Just pop by, mate!
You really think he'll call straightaway?
Yeah, well, they said the slimy prick starts at 6:00
and it's five past now, so I...
(PHONE RINGS)
There we go.
Hello.
I just got told you popped in, looking for me.
Sorry, I didn't mean to get you into trouble.
It's just that we need to finalise the plans for the show
and you didn't call me, so...
If it's anything like the last one, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Actually, it's... it's a little bit different from the last one.
See, some of the girls that are doing it,
um, they're actually really into each other.
'Into'?
As in...
As in when they do the lezzo stuff, they're not acting.
I mean, they really go for it.
So it's gonna be, like, one big all-girl orgy on the stage.
Is that OK?
Christ, I should have increased the door price.
Yeah, and because, um... because there's six girls,
it's gonna be a lot longer, so I think you should buy some more booze.
Bloody oath! (CHUCKLES)
Jeez, watching those lesbians must be thirsty work, eh?
'Bye!
(GROANS)
NARRATOR: Dennis Kelly wasn't a religious man,
but he did have principles.
His second rule was 'L ook after your mates'.
His first rule... 'L ook after number one'.
MAN: Dennis, good to see you, mate.
So what can I do for you?
Uh, the Louis Bayeh drive-by.
There's been rumours that the investigation
wasn't entirely, uh, kosher.
And you wondered whether IA were getting involved?
(CHUCKLES) Are you?
Mate, if I talk to you about this,
I'm putting my arse on the line for a good kicking.
Mmm.
Does the name Benny Kassab mean anything to you?
He's a criminal associate of the shooters in the drive-by.
What if I gave you information about his relationship with Trevor Haken?
If you're assisting with the inquiry,
then obviously it would be necessary to discuss the details of the case.
Well, you have my full cooperation.
There's an allegation that charges in relation to the Bayeh drive-by
were improperly downgraded.
Hmm.
Jim Egan and Trevor Haken were mentioned.
Someone pushed it along upstairs?
Pushed it to the top of our list.
What can you tell me about Trevor Haken and this Benny Kassab?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
I've just told IA about your connection to Benny Kassab.
What?
They're gonna pick him up. They'll be looking for him to shop ya.
Shit, Dennis. You've fucked me!
I needed information, Trevor. The best way to get it is to give it.
And what good'll that do me when I'm facing charges, huh?
IA, mate, were already all over this.
They'd have found out about you and Kassab soon enough.
The smart move now is to admit the association.
So I'm going to register you as a police informant.
That just means that if anyone asks...
Informant? Nah, I'm no dog.
Look, it's just a form
so we can explain to Internal Affairs
why you, me and Egan have had so much contact.
Egan keeps telling me he's gonna fix things for my boys.
Nothing happens, mate, hey?
I mean, I'm starting to think he's taking Louis's side.
Alright, so from now on, you deal with me direct
and I'll fix things up for Shaka and Korbage, alright?
Well, I am gonna need some cash to get that started.
Five thousand will do it.
I already gave Jimmy five grand.
Well, I don't know anything about that.
But if you want this sorted, I'm gonna need some money.
NARRATOR: Trevor Haken's hand was always out,
but it wasn't just because he was greedy.
Perhaps no-one had ever told him you can't buy friends,
because he never stopped trying.
Sometimes it very nearly worked.
And sometimes it didn't.
Don't know if you've heard,
but there's been some progress with this Louis Bayeh affair.
Is that right? Mmm.
It seems that your friend Haken had been cultivating an informant
who happened to be an associate of the shooters.
Oh, so that's why he got involved in the case.
Mmm. All totally aboveboard. Mmm.
I also heard that the IA investigation
benefited greatly from assistance given by a certain chief inspector.
Well, I passed on information that happened to fall into my lap.
Just doing my duty.
It was mentioned in the cabinet,
as was the name of the friendly officer.
So, are you ready to play some golf?
Sure are, Justice. G'day, Sidney.
NARRATOR: Once again, Dennis had turned adversity into advantage
and wriggled out of a tight spot.
And Sid Hillier for one couldn't figure out how the hell he'd done it.
For me, Benny, a song is like a marriage
between the lyrics and the melody.
This rap shit, OK, the lyrics can be like poetry,
but without the melody, it's cold.
Mate, come in! We got some beautiful girls!
WOMAN: Oh, my God. Here come 'P lanet of the Apes'.
Danny, Danny! Let's go! Hey, what are you doing?
Stand back. Arggh! Don't, boys.
Huh? Huh?!
(ANIMAL SNARLING)
Huh?
Arggh!
(MEN YELL AND GRUNT)
(CAR HORN BLARES)
Come on! Arggh!
Yellah! Yellah! Yo, Louis!
(YELLS)
(MEN CHANT) We want lezzos! We want lezzos!
We want lezzos! We want lezzos!
(YELLING AND CHANTING)
What's happening?! I don't know. She told me 7 o'clock.
Well, hurry up. They're... Get back there!
They're getting rowdy. Bring the lezzos!
Where the fuck is she?! Dammit!
Hi. Hi.
I was just wondering if the wife of a police officer worked here?
Yeah. She's, like, the owner. She's out the back right now, but...
Um, where?
I've got something really important to tell her about her husband.
There she is.
She's pregnant.
Yeah, cool, huh? It'll be their first.
Do you want me to call her out here?
No. Joanne!
Sorry, do you work with her husband, or...
Hey. Hey, what happened? Did you tell her?
She can have the prick. I'd rather be a hooker.
When I queried him, Detective Senior Constable Gould
directed me to simply fill out the complaint form and sign it,
which I did.
And only later on you realised that the complainant was his brother?
Yeah, that's correct.
Detective Constable Sean Sinclair told me
and I subsequently confirmed it myself.
You waited some time
before bringing this matter to Internal Affairs.
These guys, they're, um, capable of anything.
It's hard not to be intimidated.
What do you mean, "They're capable of anything"?
I withdraw that statement, sir.
I should have reported it earlier. You're right.
There wouldn't be anything personal going on here, would there?
A grudge against Detective Gould or...
I'm telling you Eddie Gould's corrupt.
Isn't that enough?
Well, no.
Police officers also have the right to be presumed innocent
and an unsubstantiated accusation like this,
I mean, it's hardly going to...
You can substantiate this.
I mean, the dodgy break and enter report,
it's... it's filed in our office.
Well, certainly if you can retrieve a copy of this report
and bring it in to us...
I mean, that would be a different story.
Do you think you could do that?
Looking for your report, Deb?
Your break and enter report?
Would you like me to help you find it?
You going somewhere? Let me past.
What you did was bloomin' stupid.
Even for a dumb bitch like you.
Let me past. (LAUGHS)
What do you think you're gonna do, hey?
Hey? Let me past.
Hello. Internal Affairs.
I've just been into work. They all knew. They knew I'd spoken to you.
Wait. Who is this? It's Debbie Webb.
I went in to get the B&E file and they knew I'd spoken to you.
That's not possible. It's fucking possible, alright?
Now, you do something, otherwise I'm gonna end up dead.
Yeah, alright. Go straight home and stay there.
In the morning, report to the Commissioner's Policy Unit
at Police Headquarters.
I'll deal with this from here.
MAN: Detective Constable Deborah Webb.
When I was a constable and I'd ask my sergeant questions,
he'd always throw them back on me.
"What do you think is the right thing to do?" he'd say.
So let me ask you the same question.
What do you think I should do about the story you brought us?
I don't know, sir. Investigate it.
You might be interested to know that I've just completed
an investigation into two Kings Cross detectives.
Found nothing.
You think I should start another one now?
On your say-so?
No-one much likes whistleblowers, Detective Constable,
particularly in an organisation like the Police.
I don't know what a whistleblower is, sir,
but what I do know is I'm telling the truth.
Whatever are we going to do with you, Debbie Webb?
Got good news for you, Ben.
Your mates are gonna get no-billed.
BENNY: What's that?
No case to answer.
Are you serious?
You're the king, Detective Haken.
Seriously, man, I can do anything for you. Just ask.
Well, I am gonna need five grand to make that result firm,
plus a gorilla a week after that just to keep things sweet.
(CHUCKLES)
TREVOR: Do they sting?
Oh, Jesus. You scared me.
Maria, I wanna make things better.
I know you've been trying.
Yeah, but just trying's not good enough.
I realise that.
But it's how things are gonna be from now on... better.
You'll see.
Oh, my God. They're incredible.
They're just what you deserve.
Are they real?
Of course they're real.
But how can we possibly afford them?
We can afford them.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
You hear about Benny Kassab boys?
They free. Nothing. Not even fucking fine.
There's no justice.
Justice? It's fucking Trevor Haken. He do this problem for us.
We gotta fix him up, bring him down.
I got no problem with Haken.
He's screwing you! What's the matter with you?
He take your money, give you nothing!
Parramatta boys took your money. What do you get?
I'm doing this for you. I do this to help you.
I never asked for no help, Louis.
You're my brother, OK? I'm asking you to help me.
You want money? I'll give you money.
(SCOFFS) Money?
Sorry, Louis. I can't do nothing.
Fuck your money.
(PEOPLE LAUGH)
Louis! Hey! Hey, what about this one? Ohh!
LOUIS: You poofter!
Ohh! You can't even hit me!
You fucking... Take that!
Come on! Come down here!
'Bye, Louis! I'd change your clothes, man.
Shaka pissed in those ones!
I peed in that one, Louis!
Take that!
NARRATOR: The Bayehs were part of the Kings Cross old guard,
but unlike his brother Bill,
Louis didn't understand that times had changed.
From now on, the power would be with the young guns...
drug dealer Benny Kassab
and nightclub owner John Ibrahim.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there. #