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Jungle drums are beating, mate.
Ray Chuck's got a job on.
(SHOUTS)
If you want our tick of approval,
we get a big drink out of it.
Sorry, boys, I got nothing on.
Who was it? Who was it?
Ray Chuck.
TERRY: Wayne tells me
you're a kindy teacher.
What brings you to Sydney?
I wanted a change.
ANDY: 20200-gram bags.
Wouldn't have thought
that much would fit, eh, Tel?
TERRY: Relax.
You have nothing
to feel guilty about.
It's not as if anyone's getting hurt.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there.
#
(ROCK SONG INTRO ON RADIO)
MAN: Here is the news.
Thousands of hysterical teenagers
gathered at the city airport
this morning
(ROCK SONG INTRO CONTINUES)
(GIRLS SCREAM)
# When I walk down the streets #
Thank you, boys.
Righto, let's see it.
# See the people
who stop and stare #
JACQUl: The Kane brothers.
Brian and Les.
# that face somewhere a long #
Old school crims trading
on their hard-earned reputation
as the hardest men
in the hardest city.
# See the stranger
who says, "Why, hi"
# With a "How you going, buddy? "
when you walked on by #
*** wasn't their natural territory.
But times change.
(INCREASES VOLUME)
And lately, they'd moved into
providing protection
for Aussie Bob's Melbourne dealers.
# Weren't you on television
every night? #
Hey, Wayne.
(TURNS RADIO OFF)
Scared the *** out of me.
Hurry up.
I've got a party to get to.
Yeah.
(LAUGHS)
Bob and Terry need
to send more next time, huh?
Every hippy in Melbourne
wants to get on smack.
'Cause you know
we got the good stuff, eh?
See you next month, mate.
Yeah.
# Take a look at me
# I'm yesterday's hero
# Yesterday's hero #
(WHISTLING)
# That's all I'll be #
Give us your money
or we'll blow your *** head off!
# Take a look at me
I'm yesterday's hero
# And yesterday's hero
# Is all that I'm gonna be
if I don't get together
# Make a new start
and be somebody better
# All that I'll be
if I don't get together now #
(MOTORC YCLE REVS)
TERRY: Marty's sourcing
Seven runs.
Four K's a run.
That's hard, Terry,
bringing that much in on your waist.
You don't feel safe.
Maybe we could find more couriers.
Maybe.
I was watching 'Mission: Impossible'
the other night.
They had a briefcase
with a false bottom in it.
Yeah.
Suppose it sounds kinda silly.
No, it doesn't.
But not a briefcase.
A suitcase.
A false-bottomed suitcase.
(PHONE RINGS)
Mmm.
Don't.
Yes?
Wayne Yeah, Wayne, mate.
What's up?
What?
GEORGE: How's your evening, Robert?
Hear the latest
from Macquarie Street?
The Premier wants to close
all casinos in the state.
Apparently they're linked
to organised crime.
Well, the Police Commissioner
reckons there's no such thing
as organised crime in NSW, Robert.
And he'd know, wouldn't he?
Good evening, Police Commissioner.
(LAUGHS) Detectives.
Argh!
Leave it with me.
Hi, Terry.
Tonight, you're, uh Simon Templar?
James Bond?
Scarlet Pimpernel?
Wayne's been ripped off.
$200,000.
All last month's takings
from the Vic dealers.
*** me!
Yes.
*** you, Bob.
*** you very much.
Wholesale, retail.
What happened to the ***
protection you organised
with your Painter and Docker mates?
No cause to shove your digit
in my chest, sonny.
This needs to be sorted.
Yeah.
Well, I'm on the next flight.
I've got problems of my own.
I'll talk to my boys.
BOB: Not good enough, Brian.
The two clowns that relieved
this young bloke of my cash
and a goodly chunk of his nose
weren't exactly in awe
of your reputation, were they?
Watch your mouth, fatso.
Watch your mouth.
Alphonse shut up.
You get a look at 'em?
No.
They wore helmets.
Anything else?
One of them's guns was shiny.
And they took off
on a yellow motorbike.
We'll sort it out.
It's sweet.
Glad to hear it.
I might have a shot at
this two-up lark.
Alphonse, Bernie,
take the gentlemen over.
What the *** you let him
talk to us like that for?
Kick your brain into gear, mate.
Who do you know owns
a shiny silver pistol?
And who else do you know
rides a yellow Kawasaki?
Oh, *** off!
Mm-hm.
Mm-hm.
(ALL SING) # A fighting fury,
we're from Tigerland
# In any weather
you will see us with a grin
# Risking head and shin
# If we're behind, then never mind
# We'll fight and fight and win
# For we're from Tigerland #
Hey, Vinnie.
Laurie.
Brian.
Les.
Hey.
Been riding your Kwaka lately,
Vinnie?
I take her out for a spin
every now and then.
How about Brighton?
You zip down there Sunday arvo?
Brighton on Sunday?
You know, I can't recall.
BRIAN: How about you, Loz?
You down that way on Sunday
with your shiny little pistol?
LAURIE: Sunday arvo?
Oh, I remember now.
Went to mass.
Took the holy sacrament.
LES: I'll make you holey, ***.
I'll *** make you pay for that!
Hey, Les, that's blasphemy, mate.
from a friend of mine that day.
Now, you boys have a good think about
whether or not you had anything
to do with it or I'll come back.
See if I can jog
your memories for ya.
LES: *** Richmond
supporters, mate!
Time was Vinnie and Laurie
were your good mates.
Oh, yeah, mate, well, times have
changed.
Talking to us like that.
Should have flushed their heads
down the dunny.
(SIGHS)
You don't have to prove you've got
the biggest every day of the week, mate.
People are getting hungry, love.
Are the snags ready?
No, no.
Nothing's ready.
Let you know
when they're cooked, Jude.
They did it, bro.
Stole Aussie Bob's dosh.
Vinnie and Laurie
are gutless wonders, though.
World-class toadies.
They wouldn't have the balls to do
a job on their own, let alone brains.
Something's shaken them up.
Yeah, I'll ***' shake 'em up.
(ROCK SONG PLAYS)
Cruikshank.
Sir.
I assume you've heard
who's back in town.
Who would that be, sir?
(SPITS)
Do that again and I'll arrest you
for littering.
LES: What brings a good girl like you
over this part of town,
Detective Constable Cruikshank?
Where should I be, Les?
Well, at home.
Barefoot and pregnant,
cooking for your hubby.
Thanks for the advice.
Now I've got some for you.
You know Ray Chuck's back?
Ray Chuck?
He's in Melbourne?
Fancy me not hearing
a whisper about that.
Me being your best ear to the ground.
I don't want any trouble.
No fights, Les.
No shoot-outs at the OK Corral,
not "put up your dukes".
Chuck's back,
and you and your brother
are going to live and let live.
What reason would I possibly have
for wishing harm on Ray Chuck?
No trouble.
(ROCK MUSIC)
Yeah!
Oh.
That's twice, boys.
Twice.
JACQUl: Ray Chuck had been the brains
behind the Great *** Robbery,
the last of Australia's
big-time armed hold-ups.
But he hadn't given the Kane brothers
one cent of the takings,
which made it very hard for them
to still go around town
claiming they could
stand over anyone.
Welcome home, Ray.
You need to put your coin in, Les.
Wait your turn.
Only thing I'm waiting for
is a little bit of respect
from you, actually.
You're going to be waiting a while.
You and your brother, you've been
walking around here for years
with your hands out,
letting blokes with balls
do all the yakka, haven't ya, huh?
Your balls, mate,
it's the only reason
these bumboys are hanging around.
How are ya, ladies? Yeah?
You stick your head
in our business again
and I'll kick it ***' off
for ya, alright?
What, in your ballet slippers, Les?
(ROCK MUSIC)
Come on, Ray! Come on!
Get him, Ray!
He's got a gun!
Gun!
Aargh!
Aaargh!
Next time, I use the other end.
Oooh!
Get him out of here.
LAURIE: How does that feel, Les, eh?
I'm never going to get the blood
out of your clothes.
OK, just
Come here, come here.
Jude, Jude, just
(DOG BARKS)
OK.
Put the ferret outside
where he belongs, will ya?!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hey.
Hey.
Don't get pissy with her
just because you went off
without thinking again.
At least I'm doing something.
(DOG BARKS)
What's that supposed to mean?
You know why
Vinnie and Laurie thought
they could even pull
that job off, mate?
'Cause you did nothing
about Ray Chuck.
You let him get away with giving us
the big fat ***' finger.
And everyone everyone in town
thinks you are weak as ***, right?
I know what I'm doing, Leslie.
We're in this for the long haul.
It doesn't help business
with you going off
like a firecracker all the time.
Reckon he's gonna come after me?
BRIAN: Nah.
He knew if he would,
he'd be starting a war.
Ow!
And he'd lose.
LES: Really?
So what are we gonna do?
We eat our greens
and we behave like civilised people.
BRIAN: *** the kettle on,
would you, Jude?
Eat our greens.
JACQUl: The usual way
business happened
between Australia's seven -
count 'em - seven police forces
was not at all.
Professional jealousy, territorial
disputes and plain old mistrust.
Most coppers from one state
barely spoke to those from another.
Thank you, darl.
And the Commonwealth Police,
to state coppers,
they were sleepy fat cats
who wouldn't know a real crim
if one walked past in a balaclava.
Still, they had their uses.
Thanks for coming in.
What can I do for you?
The word is,
you Commonwealth coppers have got
all the latest bells and whistles.
Flash cars, tracking devices
Interesting tea.
Earl Grey?
Lapsang Souchong.
Phone taps.
Ah, state secret.
Can't confirm or deny.
Why?
Heard of Ray Chuck Bennett?
Great *** Robbery?
I take a dim view
of him pulling that job
and squirrelling 7 million plus
out of the country.
The only way to get evidence
is for him to incriminate himself.
The only way to do that is to
have him boasting over his phone,
and you are the only one
with access to phone taps.
Getting you a phone tap will take
a bit of footwork.
String pulling.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you, Inspector.
Top-up?
G'day, Vinnie.
You got a sec?
I gotta get on with my shout.
Three pots, mate.
Come on, mate.
You and I both know you and Laurie
ripped off the 200 grand.
We either sort this out nicely
or it gets ugly.
So, uh let's just have a chat.
Let me buy you a beer.
I don't drink with old men.
Ooh!
Old man, huh?! On your feet, you pup.
I'll *** turn you
into an old man.
Huh?!
# She never danced before
# So let her on the floor
# Let her on the floor
# Let the little girl dance #
Yeah? Come on! Huh?!
# Let the little girl dance
# She wants to give it a try
# So let the little girl by
# Let the little girl by
# She's been a little wallflower
on the shelf
# Standing by herself #
(SHOUTS)
(SCREAMS)
You *** dirty ***!
Aargh!
***! You *** dog!
LAURIE: He's got his ear! (LAUGHS)
He bit off Kane's ear!
(ALL LAUGH)
I'm gonna *** kill you,
Mikkelsen!
RAY: How are you gonna hear
where he is? Eh?
(LAUGHTER)
You should clean yourself up.
Oh, shut your mouth, Chuck,
or I'll blow your head off too!
I'm wetting me strides.
(LAUGHTER)
I'm gonna blow your head off,
then your wife's,
then your *** kid's.
You're a dead man, Kane.
You and your thickhead brother.
You're *** dead.
LES: OK, get started on that, matey.
Can I have a pony, Daddy?
Oh, if you're a very good girl,
maybe when you're older.
Uh, thanks, darl.
(PHONE RINGS)
It looks great.
Why always at tea time?
Hello?
Yeah, hi, Brian.
Yeah, sure.
(SIGHS)
Sounds a bit funny.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yep?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on.
CHILD: Hey?
Vinnie done what?
*** ***!
Well, mate, I'll go round
to Ray Chuck's right now,
kick his *** head in!
(LAUGHS)
Hey
Look, I'll find out
where he lives, won't I?!
(LAUGHS)
Shh, shh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Brian, listen to me.
Mate, he's gonna pay for this.
Yep.
Ray Chuck reckons
he's gonna kill me and Brian.
Of all the criticisms
you could level at Les Kane,
being paranoid wasn't one of them.
While Brian had always kept
his address secret,
and Ray Chuck had done the same
since coming back from Manila,
everyone knew
where Les and Judi lived.
Hey, hey, hey, come here, come here.
Hey, it's OK.
Hey, hey.
Love you guys.
Love you two.
Jeez, I love you two.
Justin, I love you, mate.
OK.
TERRY: How deep is this? 8, 9 inches?
quick game's a good game.
TERRY: Maria! Bring us
the tape measure.
Marty's bought an industrial press
in Bangkok.
Isabel.
Pushes the powder into blocks.
So the volume is
ALLY: 10,080.
If the false bottom's
a quarter of the way up,
how many blocks can fit per suitcase?
Eight or nine?
Depending on how they're wrapped.
Sculpt.
Oooh!
Ten K's per suitcase.
We're going to triple the value
of each run.
Triple our profits.
I'll get my guy to make up a sample.
Where'd you find a guy
who can modify suitcases?
Brian Alexander.
Pisshead knows
everyone from garbos to the Premier.
Maybe they shouldn't be black.
Why not?
Well, lots of people have black ones.
ISABEL: But you want it to be plain
so it doesn't attract attention.
ALLY: Yeah, but you don't want
some businessman from Perth
taking off with your case
thinking it's his.
You are so clever.
Terry
TERRY: I could *** do you
right here over this table.
Hmm.
So, tartan, good.
No mistaking a good Campbell green.
BOB: Uh, Lennie,
this is Ray I was telling you about.
He's from Melbourne,
but don't hold that against him.
Ray, Lennie McPherson.
Bob says you want to do
a bit of business.
I heard you might have
some hardware available.
What sort of hardware
are we talking?
A couple of machine-guns
modified for silencers.
Look, I think I'll let you two blokes
wag your chins in private.
LENNIE: Custom-made shooters are
going to set you back a bit, cobber.
I hope the job's going
to be worth the outlay.
It is.
The question is which one first?
Brian or Les?
No contest.
Brian.
He threatened your kids, Ray.
Messed up Vinnie's eyes.
Yeah, but Les is crazy.
Brian's a clam, but he's not crazy.
Which is why we should knock him.
We take Les out,
Brian is a sitting duck.
Whichever one we do, we've got
to find them before they find us.
What do you reckon, Ray?
(TV PLAYS)
LES: Watch your head there,
little mate.
JACQUl: After the ear biting,
Les moved to the outer suburbs.
He was a needle in a haystack.
Brian, meanwhile,
had trusted lieutenants,
like the young Alphonse Gangitano,
looking for Ray Chuck.
He lives in Yarra Valley.
Another one says he lives in Sorrento.
Big old spooky mansion.
BRIAN: Chuck follows Richmond,
for Christ's sake.
The apple don't fall too far
from the *** tree.
JACQUl: And Ray Chuck had his
lieutenants looking for the Kanes.
We found him.
DAVE: My superiors
were a bit surprised
when I explained
you wanted a phone tap.
Not used to coppers
wanting to arrest crims?
Not used to a civil request
from a state copper.
It'll take a while
to survey Chuck's house,
get the technician down,
put a tap in place.
I'm grateful for your help.
Yeah.
Wonder if you could do me
a bit of a favour, actually.
A little while back, a young New South
Wales DSC named Warwick Mobbs
cooperated in compiling a report
on the illegal activities
of a certain colourful
racing identity.
George Freeman.
I encouraged Mobbs to take
the report to his commissioner
in the belief Merv Wood was clean.
Ah.
Mobbs now finds himself patrolling
the dusty streets of Wagga Wagga.
He's a good copper.
I want him working for me.
He also worked
the Donald Mackay ***.
I don't need to tell you
what a combination of conspiracy
and balls-up that investigation was.
But Mobbs is pretty sure
one of the Griffith cannabis growers
had a big hand
in organising the hit.
Robert Trimbole.
Mmm.
Yes.
Well, Mobbs said
you'd called the investigation.
You'd heard rumours in Melbourne
prior to the Mackay ***
that an Italian was looking for
an Anglo hitman for an Anglo hit.
That was a rumour
from my detective's informant, yes.
Reliable bloke, your detective?
YOUNG JACQUl:
That's Daddy, that's me.
And that's you, Mummy.
(LAUGHS)
JOE: Visitor, Cruikshank.
I'm sorry, sir.
My husband was supposed
to pick her up,
but he's been caught up
in an investigation in Geelong.
Hmm.
This is Inspector Priest,
Commonwealth Police.
He has a request.
Sweetheart, why don't you go to the
tearoom and get yourself a biscuit?
What can I do for you, sir?
Some time back,
you received information
an Italian was looking for a hitman.
Had to be white, for a white hit.
Mm-hm.
I have a few questions for your fizz
if you could give me his name.
I'd prefer not to reveal
my informant, sir.
I wouldn't be putting
any pressure on him.
Just showing him a photograph.
I'd be very happy to ask him
any questions that you have
and relay his response to
Inspector Messina or to you directly,
whichever you prefer.
Sir.
(CHILD SPEAKS)
(SONG PLAYS ON RADIO)
Change that song
before I rip the bloody radio out.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
(TURNS RADIO OFF)
I said change the song,
not turn it off.
I'll turn you off in a minute.
Don't start.
Oh, look, God, Les.
You've been
like a bear with a sore head lately.
And at dinner tonight,
ordering that waitress around
like you're Lord Muck.
Hey, hey, hey! That's enough.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, God.
I'll wear this, alright?
Why? Clam's gonna be dead.
I want to wear it, anyway.
JUDl: You right?
Hello, Simon.
Hi, mate.
Hey,
what are you doing out here? Come on.
JUDl: Come on, you go
and get yourselves ready for bed.
I'll be in in a second.
Come on, mate.
Think you've had enough.
Hey.
***.
What's that?
I stripped that bed this morning.
(GASPS)
(MUFFLED CRIES)
(SOFTLY) No! Argh.
(MUFFLED CRIES)
Les!
Les!
Daddy!
Les!
Mum!
Mummy!
Daddy!
(CRIES)
Daddy!
Mummy! Daddy!
JUDl: Les!
Daddy!
Where's
Where's my baby?
Daddy!
Where's my baby?!
Where's my baby?
Bring me my baby!
Please!
I want Daddy!
Stay here.
Hey, mate.
Hey, mate.
Are you alright?
You alright?
Hey, you're alright.
You're alright, honey.
(CHILD SOBS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Hey
You just stay here
with your sister, OK?
What
Les! Oh!
Ohhh!
JUDl: Oh!
(BANGING)
Oh, God.
Oh
(DOOR SHUTS)
Come here.
Oh!
Get off me!
Mummy!
Hey.
Mummy!
You're alright.
You look at Mummy.
It's alright.
It's alright.
You're here with Mummy.
(MUTTERS)
Shhh.
Brian?
I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
Are you sure it was them?
Ray and Vinnie didn't even
wear masks.
Only Laurie.
Maybe he couldn't face me.
You need to leave, Brian, 'cause Ray,
he's going to come after you next.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm going to get him.
(HAWAIIAN SONG PLAYS)
(THUMPING)
(MAN GROANS)
SONG: # Tiny bubbles #
BRIAN: Now, mate,
we can do this all day.
I don't know, Brian.
I swear.
Now, where is he?!
I don't know.
I swear.
# Tiny bubbles #
Aargh!
BRIAN: Want me to clean your teeth
for you, cobber?
Aargh!
No?
Three, two, one.
Argh! He's gone!
Done a runner.
Queensland!
Perth! Somewhere! (PANTS)
# So here's to the golden moon
# And here's to the silver sea
# And mostly here's a toast
# To you and me
(SINGS HAWAIIAN LYRICS)
LIZ: I'm trying
to track down Les Kane.
He's not here.
Any idea where I might find him?
I haven't seen him since payday.
Doesn't grow on trees, Bertie.
Got to give me something first.
Now, what's the deal with Les?
Sir a couple of things
you should know about.
There's rumours of a feud
among the Painters and Dockers.
Ray Chuck and the Kanes?
Flexing their muscles again.
Think they run this city.
I think it's serious this time.
Why?
That information
for Inspector Priest.
I'm having trouble
finding my fizz.
Hmm?
My fizz is Les Kane, sir.
No-one's seen him for over a week.
Detective Inspector Messina,
Senior Detective Cruikshank, Mrs Kane.
Is your husband in?
Uh, no.
Where is he?
He's out.
Mrs Kane, we've heard rumours
about Les, rumours he's in trouble.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Mrs Kane, this war, feud,
whatever you want to call it,
between your husband, his brother
and Ray Chuck's crew
Les is just out.
I'll let him know that you called.
Mrs Kane.
Is there anything we can do for you?
No, I'm fine.
Thank you.
Not fine.
Hmm.
BRIAN: I can't find them.
They've gone to smoke, all three.
I need your help, Judi.
I need you to go to the jacks.
The cops were here earlier,
looking for Les.
What did you tell them?
Well, it's not going to bring
him back or make us safer.
If the pricks are in jail,
they won't be able to hide.
I don't care about them, Brian.
He hasn't spoken yet.
Not since
And Martine keeps asking
where Daddy's gone.
If I go to the cops,
then this just keeps on going.
It keeps it in front of their faces,
and they are all I care about,
not revenge.
JUDl: And when I came home,
the car was gone.
JOE: That's your husband's
purple Futura?
Yes.
Les still not back?
I just thought that I should
let you know about the car.
LIZ: Judi
let us help you.
I know this is hard, but you have
to tell us what's happened to Les.
What you know.
I told you,
he's going to be home soon.
It could help you,
help your children.
I can look after my children.
If you do change your mind
(SIGHS)
Hello.
JACQUl: Judi did eventually
make a statement.
Called Messina at 10:30 at night
the next Sunday.
And when he heard what happened,
even that cool cucumber of a copper
was shocked.
(MUSIC PLAYS OVER DIALOGUE)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
JACQUl: I've never forgotten
that day.
When Mum came home, she kept
cuddling me and telling me she loved me.
She even let me sleep in bed
with her and Dad.
I guess she never forgot it either.
LIZ: My informant has been murdered.
At least we believe so.
Sorry.
Yeah, I'm sorry too.
Good luck with your investigation.
Thank you for your help.
You won't be needing
that phone tap now, will you?
Not if Ray Chuck's vanished again.
Now I want him for ***
as well as robbery.
You sound like a real copper.
Good luck.
Inspector you still have authority
for a phone tap?
Any chance you could put one
on Chuck's mother's place?
We tend to take a dim view
of listening into the phone calls
of private citizens,
unless there's very,
very strong evidence
it'll result in the arrest of a felon.
Ray Chuck's a family man.
He'll call his mum.
JACQUl: Vinnie was eventually
tracked down in Western Australia.
He was working as a rigger
under an assumed name,
but he enrolled his kids under
their real names at the local school.
Genius.
# I feel a little strange
# Like I'm in a pay phone #
JACQUl: Laurie had been hiding
in an outer suburb of Melbourne,
but Mum eventually
tracked him down too.
MAN: Drop it!
OK.
Drop it! Drop it, Laurie.
Drop the gun, Laurie.
Drop it now.
Victorian Major Crime.
# I'm livin' in the '70s #
Oh, thank Christ it's you guys.
JACQUl: He was just so glad
they'd got to him before Brian Kane did.
# Just walkin' around, I need
another pill to calm me down #
JACQUl: And David Priest's phone tap
came up trumps for Messina.
For Dave and Joe, it was the start
of a beautiful friendship.
# I feel like a good time
# That's never been had
# I'm livin' in the '70s
# I feel like I lost my keys
# I got the right day,
got the wrong week
# And I get paid
for just being a freak
# I'm livin' in the '70s
# I'm livin' in the '70s
# I'm livin' in the '70s.
#
Merry Christmas, sexy.
Hey.
Hmm, hmm.
Look what I got.
Take a look at this.
The bottom
lifts out.
Is that?
Icing sugar.
Testing it for the weight.
Nine kilos fits easy.
This baby is going
to make me a fortune.
A fortune?
Then maybe soon
we'll have enough money.
Enough for what?
Fiji.
When's enough enough?
Um
(GIGGLES)
I can't stay long.
Oh, but it's Christmas.
Exactly.
Duty calls.
BRIAN: You want the good news
or the bad news?
Your money's history.
I tried.
Just hoping a few months working gratis
would square the ledger.
Six months.
Six months?
Yeah, I lost
a lot of hard-earned cash, Brian.
Six months and then
it's back to business as usual.
Fair enough.
I take it that wasn't the good news.
Those pricks who ripped you off?
They won't give you any more trouble.
They're out of the picture.
They're gonna disappear.
Ah, no need for details, mate.
I'll leave it in your capable hands.
Oh, um
my commiserations
over your brother.
You heard what happened?
Well, not really.
Ray Chuck ***' machine-gunned him.
That ***' coward got machine-guns
with silencers from somewhere
and killed Les in his own home.
The kids were right there.
My little brother.
That's outrageous.
God, what's the world coming to?
Ohhh.
Merry Christmas.
Yeah.
Merry Christmas.
(CHOIR SINGS CHRISTMAS CAROL)
MAN ON TV: Despite
the Premier insisting
I close all these illegal
casinos immediately,
it came to my attention that these
premises employ over 300 staff.
Now, I'm as opposed to gambling
as the next man,
but to put off 300 hardworking
New South Welshmen
just before Christmas,
well, an old copper can be a bit
flexible during the festive season.
(CORK POPS)
Ahhh!
(LAUGHS)