Any chance you get me a banana once a day?
Get back to work.
Come on, just a banana. What would that cost me?
Will you stay out of my face?
Come on, other inmates get special dietary requirements.
Get over here.
Listen. Forget about bananas.
I can get you a regular supply of what got you in here.
What?
Coke. A-grade shit. Fresh off the docks.
What, in here?
Mm-hm. Whatever you want. You can, uh, toot the years away.
Righto. OK. Well, let me think about it, OK?
You do that. Get yourself back to work.
There's one guy in here, he's got a false eye.
He takes it out before he sucks his soup.
Yuck.
You know, he takes it out when he watches football too.
Guess which team he follows.
Come on. It'd have to be Collingwood, wouldn't it?
Eh?
When are you getting out, Dad?
I'm in a school play.
Well, I won't be able to see this one, darling,
'cause I'm in here for a long while yet, OK?
Sweetheart, can you get me a drink?
Lachy, can you go with Liv?
Thanks, darling.
Manny wanted to know if you'd heard
about that Drug Squad detective.
- Who? -Strawhorn. The head of the Drug Squad.
- He's just been arrested. - Strawhorn? Wayne Strawhorn?
Oh, that's bloody brilliant.
He was the bastard who put me in here.
Well, hang on, if he pleads guilty, then I'll get an appeal.
Sally... If you weren't my sister, I'd bloody kiss you.
But surely I've got grounds for an appeal.
Strawhorn's been arrested. It is open-and-shut.
It's worth a try. Anything's worth it to get me out of here.
OK. OK. Well, just send over my fuckin' file, Ken.
Stand up when I'm in your cell.
So...
You thought through my little offer?
Yeah.
No.
No?
It can't be about money. You're a lawyer.
- You'd be rolling in it. - No.
Then what?
No. It ruined me. That's why I'm in here.
Mmm. Five to seven, right?
That's a long time, isn't it?
It's a lot of years of going nowhere but bloody here and...
no relief.
This one's for free. A little taste test, if you like.
No.
Well, I suppose Corrections thought
you'd be safe here in maximum protection.
How wrong were they?
But you'll come round. They all do.
In the meantime, you can suffer.
And I'm gonna make it my business to see that you do.
613 in the rec room. Over.
Yeah.
- Proceed to sector three. - Coming now.
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Prahran 311. Over.
This is Prahran 311. Go ahead.
Prahran 311, we've had a call from South Yarra
regarding a white sedan with an unknown rego.
The car is located in Walsh Street.
No!
Get out of my house!
My kids are here!
Get the fuck out of here! My kids are here, you pricks!
Piss off! Out! Put your guns away, you arseholes!
Piss off out of my house! Piss off!
Where's your murdering scum of a husband?
Fuck off!
Don't look like Victor.
- Do you know who the father is? - Get your filthy hands off her.
Where's Victor?
What would Child Welfare do if they could see all this?
Get up. Get up.
- Leave him alone. - Come on, get on your feet.
Leave him alone! Piss off!
Welcome to the war, Jase.
Leave him alone! Ah! Help! Police brutality!
Fuck off, you pricks!
Anthony Farrell.
Come here! Get out!
Oh, fuck me.
- Shit, they're gonna kill me. - You've said nothing, have you?
I just told them where I was when I was...
OK, good look, I reckon the way we handle this, mate,
is whack in a bail application to the Supreme Court.
These pricks have got nothing on you, mate.
Yeah, they've got no fuckin' evidence at all.
Well, they said... Jason, they said that...
Hey, I don't give a fuck what they said about Jason, mate.
'Cause if Jason's turned fuckin' dog...
- Yeah, that's right. Victor... - Hey. Hey, hey.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh. Hey. - Right. Why are you talking...
You're in custody, yeah?
You don't have to say anything to the police.
You understand that?
'Cause if you stop and think about it,
this is about the worst murder
that has ever happened in this state. And you're in.
So we're gonna blow their case out of the water, right?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Now, look, they've nailed you
'cause they reckon that you're the weak link in the chain.
You know, they want you to crack and put everyone else in.
- Yeah, I know that. - But we're stronger than that.
- Yeah. - OK.
So if you sit there and say absolutely nothing
and be strong, we'll get you out of it.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Been giving my client the best possible advice.
Two innocent constables were murdered in cold blood.
Yeah, I know. And that's a tragedy, mate.
If you hadn't carried on like some South American death squad,
none of this would have happened.
We have long memories.
What, like a pachyderm?
It's an elephant.
- I know what a pachyderm is. - Really?
- You'll regret this, Fraser. - Yeah, we'll see about that.
If you wouldn't mind stepping aside.
Jedd Houghton.
Houghton, get out of bed and get on the floor. Now!
Don't move! Got a gun!
Let me go! Let me go!
Victor Peirce?
They're gonna kill me, Fraser.
They think I knocked those two fuckin' pigs in Walsh Street.
- I don't want to know, mate. - I'm as cold as ice on that.
But they're still gonna fuckin' do me anyway.
Put the bloody gun away. - Mate, I need your help!
OK. Put the gun away.
Mate, what I need is somewhere safe.
Yeah. OK. And I know just the place. Prison.
Are you fuckin' stupid?
Turn yourself in for the Hefti job.
- It has nothing to do with me. - Exactly.
Turn yourself in, you don't have to talk about Walsh Street.
Oh.
I got you, mate.
Yeah, right.
You bloody genius, Fraser.
Oh, I tell you what...
You want to be fuckin' right.
What's going on?
Detective, my client's turned himself in for the Hefti job,
so you won't be able to talk to him about Walsh Street.
Tell me you haven't charged him.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Well, do it, for Christ's sake. Take him away!
I'll be seeing you, Frase.
Evening.
There was four of 'em.
They were... they were wearing masks.
They drove me out to the bush and...
they tortured me.
It's because I'm Victor's half-brother.
They kept on saying, "Go to the police.
Tell 'em the truth."
Over and over.
What, and you reckon these were police in disguise?
No, Andrew, it was the bloody Salvation Army, you dickhead.
No, I'm not accusing anyone.
But any reasonable person would have to ask themselves,
who'd have the most to gain from this heinous crime?
- You are accusing the police? - You draw your own conclusions.
Suppose my client was lucky
he didn't receive a shotgun blast from 10cm away.
The police, in football parlance, I reckon,
should take a good, hard look at themselves it's a disgrace.
- Mr Fraser... - Andrew...
Hm. Oh, there's a bloody war out there,
and the casualties are all my clients.
What do they expect? They killed two innocent cops.
Hey, easy. No-one's been charged.
Oh, if that's not a declaration of war, I don't know what is.
You should have seen the look on Schneider's face. Priceless.
Like somebody shoved the rough end of a pineapple up his bum.
OK, shh, listen.
Ah, I'm more interested in than war right now.
- I need you to concentrate. - Hm?
I stopped taking the pill a week ago.
Hey, hang on.
Look at you. You're like a bunny in the headlights.
Yes, but, darling, are we really ready for, uh...
- The pitter-patter? - Yes.
- Go on, say it. Kids. - It's a very big step.
- Mmm. For some. - Yeah.
Babies aren't cheap.
Now, you're still holding down two jobs. It's...
It's alright. I can handle it. I'm a modern woman.
- Plus I can't wait forever. - OK.
How about we wait for just a... just a little bit longer?
- Mmm... - Hey?
- I can always go elsewhere. - Oh, you'd better not.
Who's to say you're fertile?
- Oh. - Yeah?
I might shoot blanks.
- Only one way to find out. - Mmm?
Come on. Do your worst.
Unhunh-unh. Don't you dare.
- No, I have to. - No, you don't!
Yes. It's my job.
You're already on the job.
Andrew Fraser. This better be good.
- You didn't tell anyone about this? -No.
Better not have.
I'm just gonna check you.
Right.
- OK, your turn. - You're kidding, aren't you?
Hey! Jesus, alright.
I've seen enough of your blokes' work over the past few days
to know what's good for me.
Let's go over there. A bit more private, eh?
Some of the troops reckon you've crossed the line.
Alright, and what line would that be?
They're convinced your mates Victor Peirce
and Anthony Farrell knocked Tynan and Eyre...
No, they're clients, not mates.
They're pissed off with your legal tactics to quarantine 'em.
They are well within their legal rights.
And they reckon you know where the murder weapon is.
- What? Bullshit. - If you don't cough it up...
there'll be a ton of grief come down on your head.
Hey, hold it right there. That's a threat, right?
You're threatening a lawyer with police-sanctioned murder?
I'm just saying. We can't guarantee your safety, OK?
OK, listen. Listen.
First off, I'll tell everyone I know that you threatened me,
so if anything happens to me,
they'll know where to point the finger, understand?
You got seven days. Cough up the weapon, or, as I said...
Or what? Or what? You'll arrest me? You'll murder me?
I tell you something, you load me up with this bullshit
and I will fuck your life.
I'll get every cent of your super. Schneider's as well.
I'll sue the state government in the bargain.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, listen, Snowy.
- You don't realise how... - What did you just call me?
Snowy.
You piss off back to Schneider.
Tell that idiot with the camera that my right side's my best.
Amateurs. I'd watch your back, Snowy.
Oh, good, you're home.
Come here. I need to show you something. Mmm.
I'm thinking we should have the ceremony in the gardens now,
in your favourite spot, but I'm not sure whether
we should have a priest or a celebrant.
Fraser, you look awful. Are you alright?
They can't do that. They can't threaten you.
- It's illegal. - I'm not gonna be intimidated.
- Not by that bunch of idiots. - You need to tell somebody.
Who, darling? The police?
Look, they're just trying to scare me.
If they were serious, they wouldn't warn me.
They'd just, I don't know... just probably pop me.
Oh, great. Drop the case, please.
- Nothing is worth that. - Hey, hey, hey. It's alright.
It's alright. I'll be OK. I promise.
Bloody dickhead called me Snowy.
Fraser, you've got to stop.
- Andrew, Andrew! - Mr Fraser!
Is it true that police are claiming that you're
wilfully obstructing the Walsh Street investigation?
Well, nobody's been charged over that.
Informed sources think you know where the weapon is located.
Oh, "informed sources"? Come on, Kate.
You mean the police are flying a kite to blacken my name?
What is your reaction to the police raids?
OK, let me say this.
Any fair-minded citizen of this state must be disturbed
by the violent and heavy-handed abuse of civil rights
by the police in the last few days.
Is it true Jedd shot repeatedly at police in the caravan?
That matter is still under investigation.
Are you defending the Walsh Street killers?
Let me repeat nobody has been charged, OK?
And when any of that happens, that person or persons
has the right to the presumption of innocence, like you or me.
Thanks very much.
What?
It's bloody good for business.
Business or ego?
Oh!
My sister rang me, even my brother,
and my hairdresser,
all asking why you're defending those people.
Well, darling, tell your hairdresser that, uh,
these people pay for that hairdo, and this excellent red.
You should listen to Denise.
In life, there's moments when you want to step back,
case the terrain and take the path of least grief.
Now, this might be just one of those moments.
- Let another idiot defend... - No, bugger that.
No, you're right. This is a big moment.
And I want to be right in the middle of it, Lewis.
If I win this case, there will be a line of people out my door,
round the corner, begging me to defend them.
Mate, you're just about to get married.
Denise, she doesn't want the midnight phone call
with the groom in the morgue and the tag tied to him.
Wake up to yourself!
You're not gonna make any friends defending cop-killers.
Media's making you look like you're on the killers' side.
You're not like them, Andrew. Withdraw from the case.
You will find other clients, hopefully with more class.
Alright, and who'd stick up for the underdog then?
- Here, I'll get it. - They're dogs, right?
- Andrew Fraser. - He gets off on the excitement.
Like some sort of hurdling race.
I know, but... I'm scared for him, Lewis.
No, he should be alright.
They wouldn't give him the heads up if they were gonna knock him.
He's just got to stop rubbing their noses in it.
Oh. Well, he doesn't know any other way.
Mum, I know you're disappointed, but our family has a lot...
Mum? Mum?
I'm all over the media defending civil rights of the citizenry
and my mother, still disappointed.
Gary Abdallah, Victor's preferred getaway driver.
You can bet he was there, but now he's gone to ground.
It's not working. You're driving 'em all underground.
They're rats. That's where rats live, with other rats.
Fear's the only thing that works. That's our best tactic.
We still don't have a murder weapon. Fraser quarantined...
Give 'em more pressure. We've got a metric tonne of that.
- What about Wendy Peirce? - Oh, come on.
- I heard she's doing it hard. - Serves her right.
She's a bitch. But she won't dog on her own kind.
Offer her a friendly shoulder. We got nothing to lose.
Except your dignity.
Oi! Get out of my house!
- Get the hell out of my house! - Wendy.
Calm down. Please just calm down.
- Hey, hey. - I'll call the media on you.
- You prick! - Wendy! Calm down!
Yeah, you'll get yours! You'll get yours!
You'll give yourself a heart attack.
Then who'll look after your kids?
- Where do you want to go? I'll drive you. -Piss off.
- Wendy, Wendy. - Fuck off!
Calm down!
- I'm calm. - OK.
Now...
How are you holding up?
How the fuck do you think I'm holding up?
Victor's banged up and expects me to visit every second day.
My house is being flattened.
And I'm up for attempted murder.
Glassing Glenys Wills was not a very smart idea, was it?
Best bloody idea I ever had. That bitch called us dogs.
Yeah, well, you are gonna do serious time for that now, OK?
I can't do time.
Who's gonna look after my kids?
Who's gonna look after my babies? I can't.
I'll do anything to stay out. I'd do anything to stay out.
Anthony Farrell, Victor Peirce,
I am officially charging you with the murders
of Police Constable Damian Eyre and Stephen Tynan.
This is bullshit.
You have the right to remain silent, you're not obliged
to say or do anything unless you wish to do so.
- But whatever you say or do... - Listen, Fraser.
You told me if I gave myself up for the Hefti shooting
that they couldn't question me about Walsh Street.
They've changed the rules on a whim. Against all precedent.
Mate, you drove me to the bloody police station.
You told me I couldn't be charged with Walsh Street.
I can't stop 'em breaking their own bloody laws, mate.
I've been in here for ages,
and now I'm charged with murdering cops, you prick.
Cut the bullshit, Victor. This thing has changed everything.
It's a fuckin' war, OK?
So calm down. Let's talk about what we can do.
You let me down twice, right?
I'm not trusting you a third time.
I want someone new.
OK.
- I'll get you a couple of silks. - Good.
But you're gonna need me too, mate.
The cops have got Jason, and I know how he ticks.
Jason? Jason's a fuckin' little dog.
The little turd would say anything to cover his own arse.
Now, hang on, it's just up here somewhere.
Yep. There.
Where are we going?
You're in witness protection, Jase.
We're protecting you.
Every time I open the paper or switch on the telly,
there you are antagonising the Christ out of coppers.
We're being painted as the firm of choice for the killers.
- Oh. -I don't like it. Gloria doesn't like it.
The kids don't like it. Nobody likes it.
I mean, couldn't you just tone it down?
There's a bloody war out there, Chris. I'm not Switzerland, OK?
I don't like being associated with that bunch of animals.
Well, those animals, Chris,
paid for that primo red in your expensively manicured hands.
- Now, Frase. - Mmm?
What's this about you knowing where the weapon is?
Oh, that's bullshit, mate.
They've got nothing, so they figure
if they lie long and often enough about me,
then, you know... I'm suddenly gonna take the flak.
I'm not backing down, Chris, you know.
You're all in favour of my clientele
while the money's rolling in, ka-ching ka-ching,
but now that things are getting serious...
You're playing a very dangerous game. That's all I'm saying.
Yeah, only if you're on the losing side, Chris.
Well, here's to another premiership performance.
- There you go. - Stick it up 'em, mate.
Yeah. Right up 'em.
Shit, these guys are obviously scum,
and Andrew's name is being mentioned in the same breath.
Oh, spoken like an
educated-at-the-right-school pampered Chapel St rich bitch.
Andrew, stop it.
Oh, no offence, Clare, darling. Oh, well, some...
They may well be scum, as you so delicately put it, Clare,
but they're entitled to the best representation,
the best legal representation in this case, moi.
It's about perceptions, Fraser.
Oh, yeah, and as to moral judgement,
morals have nothing to do with the law neither has the truth.
You know, just ask the coppers who are waging this war,
war against the underclass.
Here we go. Che Guevara.
No. Listen, listen. It's a war against the legal processes.
- And a war against me. - Andrew, Andrew, did they do it?
I don't know, Clare. I don't know. Do you?
You know, what I do know is that the media, the bloody media,
has charged, they've tried and they've found them guilty
on no evidence whatsoever
except the prejudices of the editors and the media owners.
You know, but I'm yet to see any evidence that would convict.
They can't even produce a weapon.
- Right, so you called me. - Mmm.
Yeah, what you said the other day at my house,
about how I might not do time for glassing that bitch.
No, I never actually said that.
But depending on what and how much you give us, then...
- You never know your luck. - Well, that's what I want.
Look, we can guarantee if you enter witness protection
that the charges might be downgraded.
You're gonna have to do much better than that, mate.
Well, you're gonna have to give me something, Wendy.
Something juicy so my bosses want to cut a deal with you.
Right?
The night those two coppers got it...
Victor was there.
You'd be prepared to put that in a statement?
Make it worth my while, guarantee me and the kids
protection for the rest of our lives.
But I'm not gonna talk to that bastard Schneider, you hear me?
He's a prick. He threatened me and my family.
- Let's go. - Why?
Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit. -What? - What? -Oh, shit. I know her.
Fuck! This is gonna get back to Victor.
Don't worry. They'll just think I'm a relative or something.
Oh, yeah, with those flat feet and that suit. Fuck!
She is very close to coming in, I reckon,
but she's scared Victor'll put a hit out on her.
- She's his wife, kids' mother. - Families, huh?
- She give you anything useful? - She's very cagey.
But she admitted that Victor was there at Walsh Street.
Oh, you bloody beauty.
But she's baiting a hook for us, OK? Wendy is no deadhead.
She will cut a hard deal.
And another thing. She wants nothing to do with Schneider.
Nothing. They've got history.
Alright. I'll figure something out.
She's a better catch than Jason Ryan. Bring her in.
She wants a week or two to organise her kids.
- Yeah. But keep an eye on her. - Right.
So you're clear on what you've got to do?
Clear.
And you've got the address?
I've got the address.
Alright, listen.
No fuck-ups, right?
No fuck-ups.
Good.
Well, well, well. Gary Abdallah.
Just relax, Gary. You're not a prime suspect, mate.
They've just invited you in for a bit of a chat.
Chat? They shot Jedd in his bloody caravan, mate.
That's how they chat.
Hey, look, if they had anything on you, mate,
they would have smashed down your front door by now, OK?
I'm right beside you, alright?
Thanks for coming in, Gary.
We just want to have a chat and ask you a few questions.
Oh, I'm very well, thanks, Detective Schneider.
Let's be absolutely clear
my client's here of his own volition,
and he won't make any sworn statements about Walsh Street.
We don't believe you had any part in the Walsh St matter.
Yeah, well, you're right about that.
That's why we don't understand why you wouldn't come in.
Because. I keep hearing you're gonna knock me.
Rumours.
Someone starts 'em and away they run.
Yeah? Well, it'd get you worried, wouldn't it?
Gary, we just want to know if you received a phone call
the afternoon Graeme Jensen died,
from Victor Peirce or Anthony Farrell or anyone else,
about arranging a car for Walsh Street.
I don't use telephones to talk. That's just shit straightaway.
I didn't hear about Graeme till I read the paper the next day.
We heard about a Gary from the Carlton flats supplied the car.
- It ain't me. -Not saying you were in Walsh Street.
We just want to know about the car.
- I fuckin' just told you. - Listen to me... -Hold it there.
We'll throw the book at you for the Simons Disco arson!
- Fuck off. - Sit down!
It's been unpleasant, as always, Detective Schneider.
You're really starting to give me the shits, Fraser.
- Andrew. - G'day, Brian.
I, uh, noticed you had some plumbers at your house today.
Is everything alright?
There were three of 'em, in a van.
Right. OK, great. Thanks, mate.
Well, you have to convince your union members, George.
The chamber negotiated in good faith. We reached an agreement.
- The offer was above the award. - Did you call the plumber?
No, I've been at work all day.
d Australians all let us rejoice
d 'Cause we are young and free! d
- Fraser, what are you doing? - I think we're being bugged.
Brian from next door said plumbers were snooping around.
- What do you mean? -I don't know. Surveillance devices.
- Cameras, microphones. I don't know. -When?
Today! I don't know.
Today, someone's come into our house when we weren't here?
- Yes. -How can they do that? They're not allowed to do that.
Yeah, well, the government's given them permission, darling.
- But it's our house! - Yes.
You're telling me there are people watching us,
somebody's... they've been in our house?
No, it's not OK. I don't want people listening to me.
- OK. OK. - Spying on me. It's not.
- You've got to stop it. - Right. OK. I will, darling.
It's OK, eh?
You've always bloody hated me.
I was never good enough for your family or for Victor.
I bloody hate Victor, I hate the cops, and I hate you too.
- Oh, shut up, you stupid bitch. - Oh.
You'd know all about bitches, wouldn't you? You're an expert.
I've had enough of your shit.
I'm going out.
You're the bloody mother of all bitches and bastards.
G'day, Nev. What do you want?
Wendy here?
Yeah.
I'll come back when you learn to be more fuckin' civilised.
- G'day, Wen. - G'day, Nev.
I haven't seen you in a while.
How you doing? Wanted to come over and make sure you're OK.
Is that right?
Yeah. You look a little upset, love.
Hey.
Maybe, uh...
You want a little something to calm you down, eh?
Shit! Come on.
This stuff'll sort you out.
Give you one more.
Just to make sure.
- Police! - Police!
Get on the ground. Get on the ground!
- Hey, hey! - Get on the ground!
Wendy? Wendy? Wendy? Can you hear me?
She's got a pulse. She's got a pulse.
Wendy.
Fuck!
Shut up, you dickhead!
Shut up!
Come on, Fraser. Come and talk to him.
Four fuckin' hours! Talk to him, alright?
See what you can do.
Someone's gonna fuckin' kill him.
Why me?
You're a lawyer, aren't you?
That's what you do. Now get in there and talk to him.
Hit the buzzer, OK, if there's any problems.
Come on, get in.
Hey, Col, what's the problem, mate?
The guys can't sleep. You don't want to upset the guys, do you?
Not in here.
Hey, hey. Come on, mate.
What, did you...
Did you get some news from your girlfriend, mate?
Col? Did you... did you hear something from your girlfriend?
No.
It's my dog.
What... what dog, mate?
My dog.
It's my sister's.
My sister told me it's missing.
Well, you... Hey, come on, mate. You know what dogs are like.
They go looking for a root.
They could be gone for a month having some fun.
No, he's...
He's got no balls.
OK, well...
Hey, Col, how about if you let the guys have some sleep?
I can speak to the screws and maybe they can let you ring...
ring your sister in the morning how about that, eh?
OK.
OK?
OK.
Get back in there.
Get an ambulance.
Oh, come on. Back off!
Back off!
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