Things'll never change if we stick our heads in the sand.
It's not about sticking our heads in the sand, Deb.
It's about making sure they don't get shot off.
They're going down.
What? We'll go to Internal Affairs.
Ever thought of this line of work, Kim?
I'm happy doing what I'm doing.
Are you aware that escorting involves nudity?
And it can involve sex. What's the pay like?
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.
The IA investigation benefited greatly.
Just doing my duty. It was mentioned in the Cabinet.
These guys, they're, um, capable of anything.
What do you think you're gonna do, hey?
No-one much likes whistleblowers,
particularly in an organisation like the police.
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there. #
# That's how he works
# That's how
# How the Lord
# He works
# That's how the good Lord works
# That's how he works
# That's how the good Lord works
# That's how he works
# We must not question the good Lord
# Have faith in God and trust his word
# We must not question the good Lord
# Have faith in God and trust his word
# We don't know how We don't know when
# Choose ye this day who ye shall serve
# We don't know how We don't know when
# Choose ye this day who ye shall serve
# That's how Stand on the Word
# That's how... #
Every woman has a uniform... waitress, cop, hooker.
Thanks.
Uniforms protect us, tell the world who we are.
Probationary Constable Wendy Jones
had been waiting to wear a uniform her whole life.
Hey, Joe. Hey, Wanda.
You know you're breaching the Summary Offences Act 1998?
Excuse me.
Are you calling me... a prostitute?
You're carrying a bag full of condoms and lubricant.
I am not! Well, go on. Show me.
What do we have here?
Are you concealing any drugs about your person?
Why? Wanna buy some? N-O.
How about we take you down to the police station,
do a body cavity search?
Oh, is that how you get your thrills? Feeling up girls?
Don't be a smart-arse, mate. Alright, that's it. That's enough.
She's harmless.
Thanks, Joe. No worries.
Here we go. Got your ID, son?
I score here every day.
Fergus Kenney. 17.
Show me what's in your pockets, Fergus.
Open your mouth. Spit it out.
Who's dealing in there, Fergus? I found it on the floor.
Jeez, you must be the luckiest junkie in town.
You're always finding a cap or three.
Off you go.
Listen up, guys.
The idea is to keep tabs on who's dealing, any new players.
Watch, listen and learn.
Keep your wits about you. It's not like the academy out here.
Hey, man, a Fijian, Hawaiian and a Samoan
are going through the desert, right?
No, it was a Fijian, a Hawaiian and a Tongan. It wasn't a Samoan.
Suddenly, bro... "Bang!"... their jeep conks out.
Is this supposed to be a joke? Yeah. Shut up, man.
Tell me when you get to the funny bit.
One macchiato, two cappuccino and one apple rollover.
Turnover. Pardon me?
It's an apple turnover. Only dogs roll over.
Hey, where are you from, Monica?
The Netherlands. Ahh!
Amsterdam. Amsterdam!
Utrecht.
Hey, do you have dykes there?
Johnny, they've got lesbians everywhere, man.
No, not lesbians. You know, walls to hold up the water.
Are you knowing Holland?
No, no, I just... I don't really know the North Shore, love.
Travel is good for the mind.
Me, I study two years, travel one year
and then study two years more.
Oh, beautiful. Study what? Aeronautical engineering, brother!
Hey, too smart for you, Johnny boy. Sorry, man.
Hey, I don't remember inviting you
and your two monkeys into the conversation.
Hey, your boyfriend tell you he's a scumbag drug dealer?
Come on, bitch!
What are you waiting for?
I said break it up!
What's your problem?! Back off!
Sorry. You right? Yeah, I'm fine.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm OK. Well, after you.
Cool it, cool it! Back off, back off.
Oi, Johnny! Send my love to Monica.
Yeah, yeah, brother.
Send my love to Monica.
So the Fijian guy, he chooses a basket of fruit.
Is this supposed to be funny? - Hey! Licensing check.
You two know where we can find the licensee?
No idea.
Just come to take your drug money, huh?
Sweet. Go on. Take your money.
We don't take money, sir.
Of course youse take money. There's no shame in it.
Go on, take your money. We don't.
It's OK, baby. I know you're too straight to take our money.
You people are on notice.
Ooh!
Go on. Get out of here!
Run! Get out of here! - Piss off.
Wendy, how much was there?
Thousands.
Pay a few gas bills, hey?
You set us up.
Glad to see you passed the test.
And what would you have done if we hadn't?
You ready for your next lesson?
Any druggies upstairs?
How the fuck should I know? I just work here.
What? What? What?
Have you got a five-cent piece?
Afternoon, porkies.
What are you doing, sir?
I'm minding my own fucking business.
Do you have any ID?
You don't know who I am? DK.
Dickie? D-K.
Danny Georges Karam.
So what's this? Heroin?
You want some heroin? You want some heroin?
Well, go and get your own!
Danny Karam, I am arresting you... Take it easy.
Spread your... Huh?
Huh?! Huh!
Hey, hey!
You fucking bitch!
Right!
Oi, calm down!
Joe Dooley, you set us up again.
Do you want a piece of advice?
Don't make war on these guys.
He could've OD'd and died.
He had heroin in one arm, cocaine in the other.
These guys don't give two shits about the law.
What they do respect is order and that's what we've got here.
It's a sort of negotiated peace that gives us order on the streets.
Oh, yeah!
Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Oh, God. Ohh.
Oh, God. I could take a lot of this.
Do you want to extend? I've still got your credit card.
Uh-huh. Yeah?
Good boy.
Hey, are you sure that I'm in?
Don't be silly.
I just wanna get... No, no, no. Lie down. Come on.
Don't you fucking bullshit me!
OK, whoa, whoa. Hey. Alright.
I'm sorry, Donald. Alright?
What's going on?
OK, let's talk about food.
Where the hell is this pizza? I'm starving.
We rang hours ago.
Hey, do you always do it for real?
What? Eat pizza?
No! With clients.
I haven't done a full service in weeks.
Bullshit.
How do you... Front door. Back door.
Kim!
That's, like, fraud.
No!
Better not let anyone catch you.
Yes! Whoo-hoo!
Ooh, ah!
God, you bloody took your time.
Don't think you're getting a tip either.
What's the matter? You never seen tits before?
Virgin alert! Virgin alert!
Whoo! Ooh!
Yeah, the Hawaiian goes, "I'll take the water bottle.
"When I get thirsty, I'll have something to drink."
You make this up yourself?
This sucks, man.
Everyone carries a piece, even you.
The difference is we've got a licence and a good reason.
What happens now?
Send your gun to Ballistics in case it's been used in a crime,
charge you, hold you in custody overnight.
You'll appear in bail court in the morning.
If you've got bail money, you'll be released.
I ain't got no money. Tough cheese.
Well, can I make a phone call?
I have a friend who can post bail for me.
Who in his right mind would put up money for a dickhead like you?
Johnny.
John Ibrahim?
Where do I sign?
Why put yourself on the line for this guy?
He's my brother.
I didn't know that.
We're not, you know, from the same mum.
Hmm.
How did you manage to buy a club so young?
Saved up.
You know, work hard, save hard.
Oi, what's wrong?
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Do what?
This.
Yeah, I'm sure I wanna do this.
Why'd you join the cops?
I believe in order.
Yeah, me too.
Put your uniform back on.
Why?
So I can watch you take it off again.
Hey, why are you going?
I have to.
Please, stay.
Is it me? Or the uniform?
Two Bundys and a schooner chaser.
Is this supper or breakfast?
Uh, supper.
And a packet of bacon crisps.
Have you got any pies?
Debbie Webb's career as a copper had run off the rails.
She didn't ask to be a whistleblower.
It happened by accident,
all because she had an acute sense of right and wrong
and was "silly enough to speak up", as she put it.
But it takes enormous guts to put your hand up
when everyone else is sitting on theirs.
Debbie and another whistleblower, Sergeant Mick Drury,
ran Operation Wave...
an initiative to tackle car theft
dreamed up by the police minister himself.
Morning, comrade. Late one?
Technically it hasn't finished yet, so the answer's no.
What you doing here? I thought you'd be at home working on your book.
Oh, we're expecting a visit from the police minister.
Today?
Fuck me. I better get cleaned up. Shit!
The police minister was in the wrong job.
What he really wanted was a uniform, a gun and a set of handcuffs.
Minister, allow me to present to you
the man that's actually running Operation Wave.
This is Detective Sergeant Michael Drury.
Pleasure, Minister.
Car thieves are the scourge of our society in my view.
That's why I came up with the idea of these special doctored cars.
Absolutely inspired, Minister.
Uh, Khalid, ready when you are, mate.
Watch this.
We should have a sign pop up... 'Stop! Police are on the way'.
You'll look into it, won't you, Mick?
Sir.
These doctored old bombs became known as Gotcha Cars.
The operation ran for two years and didn't catch a single car thief.
Ohh! Oh, here.
You're the girl from the cafe.
Before I started hooking.
You're that police officer, right?
Oh, I'm a whistleblower.
You know what they do with whistleblowers?
They bury them in a deep, dark hole.
Oh, that reminds me. I'm running late. Hold this.
Here, whoa, whoa, whoa. Here, let me do that.
Here. You've... you've got it everywhere.
Come here. Ta.
Hey.
Hey, what's it like...
...hooking?
It's pretty shitty. Good money, but.
Ahh. I like the last bit.
You wanna swap?
Yes, please.
Whoa. Oh.
Sorry. Ohh.
I don't know why I keep doing that.
Get a grip, Deb.
Life.
Not what you expect, hey?
Most days, Debbie needed to fuel up before she could face work.
Hey, do you want to talk sometime?
But I guess some jobs do look better through the bottom of a glass.
# I got some troubles but they won't last
# I'm going to lay right down here in the grass
# And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
# 'Cause I'm in shoo, shoo, shoo
# Shoo, shoo, shoo
# Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo
# Sugar town... #
Debbie?
Debbie! You're snoring, mate.
Fuck. Sorry.
Any action? Nah.
Dead-end job, too much grog...
Debbie knew she was losing the plot
and it made her do increasingly stupid and dumb-arse things
like holding a Gotcha Cars briefing at a nudist beach.
Why don't you just go back to the normal cops?
I'm a whistleblower. You're a bloody good cop.
Oh, bite your bum. You are!
I'm an endangered species.
Hide yourself out in a squad.
I am in a squad, sort of.
A useful one?
Squads are full of blokes with guns. I'll get me head blown off.
Just quit.
I can't do that, Kim.
It gives me a reason to get up in the morning.
What's yours?
Is this where we're supposed to meet? A bloody nudist beach?
Meet the Gotcha task force. Hi.
Tim, Diedre.
Now get your gear off and follow me.
Whoo! Come on!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Stop!
You're going to have to turn around and go back.
We've got a woman inside who's discharged a firearm.
She may have a hostage. Point one, I'm a cop.
Point two, that'll be me mum.
And point three, that's no hostage. That's me dad.
Get back. Back off. I'm a cop. I'm a cop.
There she is.
Don't shoot, Irene! It's me.
What's their fucking problem, hey?
What... Irene. Irene!
Irene.
Oh! That's my best gun.
In. In, woman!
Here she is, Johnny. Ta-da, Police Woman!
You load anyone up yet today, love?
Who were you shooting at, Irene? Not Uncle fucking Tom again?
That low bastard. He stole a 1930 penny off my dead daddy's body.
30 fucking years ago, Irene.
I'll bloody get it back,
don't you worry, the last thing I do.
Did you get me smokes, love?
You made yourselves any dinner yet?
We could starve to death for all you care.
No, couldn't be bothered getting off your fat arses.
Everything's alright!
Ohh.
Yeah, yeah, that's it.
What about you, Johnny? Cleaned your ulcers today?
Of course not.
Debbie had been the Webb family's sole breadwinner
since she was 14.
The day she left to join the police force,
it felt like all her Christmases had come at once.
# Well, I know what I know
# And I know what I want
# Sure, I just wanna spend some time with you, babe
# I just wanna spend some time with you, baby
# I just wanna play with you all the evening
# I just wanna do the crazy things with you
# I just wanna drink with you all of my hooch
# Mmm... #
Kim Hollingsworth had figured out
the whole work/life balance thing.
She charged absolute top dollar for her hooking services...
...and then spent it on stuff she loved...
glossy magazines, Belgian chocolates, dance classes.
MAN ON P. A: The NSW Police is an army 16,000 strong.
14,000 of us are sworn officers
and like the armies of the Lord, we have sworn to uphold God's law.
We have also sworn to uphold
the laws of NSW,
and that is what we do.
Our motto is 'Culpam poena premit comes'...
punishment swiftly follows the crime.
These days, it's fashionable in some quarters
to accuse the police of every crime in the book.
Why?
Because we're a big, slow-moving target.
There's an old Persian saying, "Dogs may bark,
"but the caravan moves on."
Let me say this.
I'm proud of the men and women who serve in the NSW Police.
I can guarantee you we have the healthiest, most honest,
hard-working, efficient police force in the Commonwealth.
And to that end,
I get down on my knees every day to thank God.
Sir, well said.
Dennis Kelly, yes? Mm-hm.
Get lost, did you, Dennis?
You should be down the road at Our Lady's, surely.
We're all working for the same boss.
No, I've been reading a lot about Freemasonry lately.
I find myself in furious agreement with its principles and ideals.
Well, I suggest you pursue it.
Actually, that's where I was hoping you could help.
You want me to use my position in the lodge to give you a leg-up?
Well, I consider myself as part of your team, sir.
I've got news for you. I don't want you in my team.
I don't want you in my lodge
and I certainly don't want you in my police force.
If I could, I'd kick you from here to kingdom come.
There's a smell about you, sport.
Gerry Lloyd. Welcome to the National Crime Authority.
Dennis Kelly. I'm just hoping I can bring something to the mix, Gerry.
A man of your experience, I bet you will, Dennis.
We've got a number of active references at the moment.
Some of the women in law enforcement
prefer a plain clothes uniform.
Gerry Lloyd had survived where many other ambitious women had perished.
Her male rivals put that down to the fact
that she was a ball-busting dyke.
This is what we call the East Coast milieu...
established targets like Abe Saffron, Lennie McPherson,
George Freeman, Stan Smith.
George is dead. Lennie's on his way to the clink.
No matter. You'll be working the Asian reference with me.
Ahh. Chinese drug importations, etc.
Have you got a preference for women... investigators?
Oh, it's not all about drinking yourself stupid
and playing pocket billiards, Dennis.
Women are lateral thinkers,
they pay attention to detail and they're bloody good at surveillance.
Most of our targets never spot us in a million years.
Oh.
OK, let's cut the bullshit.
Why are NSW Police duckshoving Dennis Kelly in our direction?
We've had some awful bloody duds from you lot,
either dead from the neck up or bent as safety pins.
Which one are you? Come on, sweetheart.
You'll give me a complex.
I fucking hope so, sport. I'll be watching every move you make.
Likewise, butch.
You're a drug dealer, aren't you? What?
There are a lot of guys out there like you
and every one of them is dealing.
Oh, you think I'm just like them, hey?
Just another drug dealer.
Hey, the day I turned 18, I enrolled to get my liquor licence.
One conviction, one mistake, I lose it.
I lose the Tunnel. I lose everything.
God, I must be insane. Why?
Oh, why?
Uh, being here, being here with you.
I like you being here with me.
I'm a cop. Oh, really?
I don't know what you are. John, I don't even know who you are.
Well, what do you wanna know?
I grew up in the western suburbs.
Now I live in the eastern suburbs.
Yeah, in a mansion. Yeah.
Admit it, Sexy Johnny. You're a drug dealer.
Hey, come here.
I do not deal drugs. I hate that shit.
I spend 20 hours of the day, every day, right here,
looking after my club.
The only thing I get is this.
What the NCA has got
that you guys and the State coppers don't
is access to tax records.
Most of our front line troops are financial advisors,
intelligence analysts,
ex-ASIO, ex-AFP mostly.
Hmph. What's your strike rate like?
It'd be a lot better
if we weren't saddled with a bunch of NSW deadheads.
Why'd you put your name forward?
Oh, jazz up my résumé.
'93-'94, served with the National Crime Authority, Asian reference.
I'm impressed already. Ah-ha.
What?
You've got the nicest bum in the office.
See, I notice details too.
You're a bad boy, aren't you?
Can you make me a cup of tea?
What?
I always like a cup of tea after a big disappointment.
I thought you were supposed to be responsible for your own orgasm.
Who says?
Uh, "The modern woman looks after her own needs."
I read that in a magazine.
White, no sugar. A tea bag will do.
What's all this crap about you being a dyke?
Who says it's crap?
Yeah, well, it's good for me.
Anything left in the tank?
Well, give me 10 minutes...
...I'll be as toey as a teenager.
Actually, 5 should do it.
You're married.
You must be a detective.
So, what, this is part of the résumé thing, is it?
Another box to be ticked.
No, wait. Let me rephrase that.
Mate, I never shagged the Commissioner. Trust me.
You are such a bad boy, Dennis.
Dennis Kelly knew a stint in the National Crime Authority
would do his CV no harm at all
and while he was there, why not use the excellent facilities
to get an advantage over his great rival Sid Hillier?
We're off to Macquarie Street. The attorney-general wants us.
No need to switch off. Just log out.
Now I know. What's the AG want?
We'll find out when we get there, won't we?
Is this some sort of teenage fantasy?
What? Scuba diving?
Sleeping with a woman in uniform.
Maybe the first one was.
Hey. Hi, Wendy.
You remember Manfred. G'day.
Oh, this is my mate John.
Hey, John. How you going?
Good. Hey, John.
Hey. Here.
So what's your line of work, John?
Oh.
Uh, I run a nightclub in the Cross.
Impressive scars, buddy.
Shark bites?
They're either bullet hole scars or stab wounds.
No, mate. That's just me appendix scar.
Appendix?
He's not an undercover cop, is he?
Nah, mate. Not me. I play for the other team.
I'm a crook.
Beautiful day.
He's kidding.
You just had to be a smart-arse.
Why'd you spring a bunch of bloody rednecks on me?
They're nice, decent people.
Uh, decent? They wanted to string me up, love.
No, I wanted to string you up. Hey, hey, hey.
Constable, I love it when you're angry. Hey?
Didn't bring your uniform, did ya?
It was just a joke.
That's it.
Who's Sid Hillier?
A chief inspector with the North-West Regional Crime Squad.
Were you interested in him?
We're interested in why you were accessing his tax records
without authorisation.
One of my fizzers told me
he might be doing business with the Five T gang in Cabramatta.
A registered informer? Of course.
I know Sid Hillier. Decent bloke. Don't buy it for a second.
But, uh, thought I'd do a background check before I bothered you.
Hm. I rang a mate of mine down at College Street.
She tells me you and Sid Hillier hate each other's guts.
Must be one of your lesbians.
I told you I'd be watching you, Dennis.
What is a policeman doing wearing a Zegna suit?
What are you accusing me of?
The Prime Minister wears Zegna suits.
Did you find any discrepancies in his tax records? Sid's, I mean.
The man's a saint, as expected.
No unexplained shares in Group One winning racehorses?
We had a good look at you too.
You own a big slice of a racehorse valued at over $500,000.
You're a major stakeholder in a motel down at Thirroul.
You generously sold your hard-up sister Glenys
a charcoal chicken shop, lock, stock, and barrel, for a single dollar.
All this on a policeman's salary.
I'm a lucky punter.
You really are a bad boy, Dennis.
Prove it. I can't.
And you know it. You're far too smart to leave a trail.
But I can kick your arse out of the NCA.
Go back to the NSW Police where you belong.
At least we'll have the memories. Hilton, room 204.
What? Slow down.
How's work? Slow down, John. Come on.
What do you mean? John, stop.
Don't worry. I'll lock the door, OK?
Stop. Just... What?
I can't see you anymore.
What?
It was wrong and I never should have started it.
I was the one that made the moves, Wendy. Remember?
You can't tell me to fuck off. I'm Sexy Johnny. Hey?
I'm sorry.
You serious?
OK, sweet. Cool.
I'll see you around.
Jesus, Johnny. This doesn't have to be ugly.
Hey, you walk out on me, you don't come back, Wendy. Ever.
Screw-a-copper week. That's all it was to me, mate.
Whoa. Tell me you're not banging her.
Hey, fuck you. Mate, I'll make her my bitch.
Hey, you keep your hands off her. Right?
She's too good for you.
Phwoar.
Ohh.
How many times do you have to wreck yourself before you wake up?
Debbie knew she was drinking herself to death.
Life at the Gotcha Cars was killing her.
But what could she do?
She only had two options...
get back into the mainstream and risk the hatred of her workmates
or quit the coppers once and for all.
Where's me cup of tea in bed, hey?
What's the matter? You're not sick, are you?
Shit. Someone has to do the breadwinning around here.
What's up, lovey? Hey?
I don't want to give it up.
What?
I don't want to give it up.
Well, what? Tell us.
The coppers. Hey?
What?
The coppers!
Oh, Jesus. Why didn't I just have an abortion?
Get up.
Listen. No bloody Webb has ever let a copper get the better of them.
You hear me?
Yeah.
Comrade. What's up?
I'm shipping out.
Was it something I said?
I need to be a proper copper for a change, Mick.
Gotcha Car lark's giving me the shits.
I never even got to show you my etchings.
Where are you off to? Got a transfer to a squad.
Fraud.
Sticking your head above the parapet. Is that wise?
I'll take me chances. I reckon the heat's died off now.
What about your complaints? Are you gonna withdraw them?
Yeah, no offence, Mick, but I...
...I'm not cut out to be a whistleblower.
See ya.
Good luck, hey?
OK.
Debbie Webb. I'm new. Is the boss in?
Yeah.
If Kings Cross Detectives was a boys-only club,
the fraud squad was Jurassic Park... nothing but male dinosaurs.
Debbie Webb. G'day. Hi.
Andy Little. Bobby Flood.
Webb. That's what she said, didn't she, Andy?
We know that name, Bobby.
Look, if you've got any problems, say it to my face.
We will. Don't worry.
Sir. Detective Senior Constable Debbie Webb reporting for duty.
Welcome aboard, Debbie.
I'm, uh, new here myself
so we'll have to look out for each other, won't we?
Eyes front.
Don't you ever wonder, like...
...why we're here?
Uh, not really.
So the Samoan guy, he ripped the door off the jeep
and he said, "When it gets hot, I just wind the window down."
Steve, you should be, like, in show business.
# I would dance for a dollar
# I would swing on a pole
# I would dance on your table
# I'd bend over for you
# If you want me to shake it
# Better part with that money, honey
# It's those dancing dollars
# That speak volumes to me... #
A uniform can only provide so much protection.
It can't dictate your destiny.
In the end, the only thing that really matters
is the strength of the woman inside.
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there. #