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TERRY: She is this close
to cracking on us, mate.
I can feel it.
Allison?
I can see you running the Singapore
end.
You could be Mr Asia.
I don't know what our Marty
would say about that.
We'd have to kill him, of course.
Terry sent a man
to the house to kill me.
You go get yourself a new life.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there.
#
JACQUl: Two weeks after Andy Maher
dumped Marty Johnstone's body
in the Dove,
a local diver found him on a ledge
two metres below the surface.
(PANTS)
Oh!
The brutality of the ***
and the mutilation of the body
made headlines
throughout the country.
(MOANS AND PANTS)
"What sort of animals could do this?
"How could they live
with themselves? "
(PANTS AND MOANS)
Oh!
(PANTS VIGOROUSLY)
(MUMBLES AND SWEARS) ***'
(GUNSHOT RESOUNDS)
(GUNSHOT REPEATS)
PLEASE!
(STABS)
*** hell!
***!
***.
(SOBS)
I could suck it if that'd help.
(SOBS AND PANTS)
His name's Martin Johnstone.
He's a Kiwi.
He flew in first class
on British Airways from Singapore.
The stewardess remembered him
most particularly.
You ever heard
of the mile-high club?
Well, this chap
fancied himself a member.
Suppose in the lav, though, you'd
think it'd be a tad uncomfortable.
After their passion had subsided,
she asks him about this medallion.
It means 'Iong life'.
I've called the New Zealand police
and they had a few thoughts
on why Johnstone's not-so-Iong life
might have ended
with a bullet in the head.
He was a drug dealer,
apparently in partnership with
another Kiwi called Terry Clark.
So his *** was drug-related?
Gordon, I do not know.
Maybe his hands were gnawed off
by a hungry puma,
but this Clark
is a chap I'd like to talk to.
Where is he?
Last known address,
Neutral Bay, Sydney.
What time is it down under?
Warwick.
This Johnstone's worked out of
Singapore for the past five years.
Now his teeth are smashed in
and his hands are cut off.
And he's been associated with Clark
since '74.
LIZ: Harry Lewis's hands
were chopped off
and his teeth smashed in too.
Seems our Mr Clark
has only one way of dealing with
his business problems.
(BIRDSONG)
Marty Johnstone's other sandal.
It was under the seat.
Whose car is it?
A chap who never reported it stolen
and who,
according to Customs records,
spends a lot of his time
in sunny Singapore,
though his permanent address
is on the Finchley Road.
(MUFFLED ANNOUNCEMENTS
OVER P.
A.
)
Who needs work?
I'm not gonna go
You do what
you're *** told, man!
Andrew Samuel Maher, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of ***.
The blood in your car
matches Marty Johnstone's
and his sandal was in the back seat.
Is there anything
you'd like to tell us, lad?
JACQUl: For most people,
the nervous pressure of guilt
is enormous.
Ah
And confessing comes
with an overwhelming sense of relief.
(SOBS)
I did it.
I killed him.
ANDY ON TAPE:
He put a gun to my head.
And I pulled it off him
and it went off.
So
Jamie Smith's made a statement
that you killed Marty
on a man called Terry Clark's orders.
No, no.
Terry's just a friend.
He had nothing to do with it.
We understand he lives in London.
Can you give us his address?
lf, as you say, Clark had nothing
to do with Marty's ***,
what harm can giving us
his address do?
Jamie also said Marty was killed
over a drug deal gone ***.
I don't know anything
about the drugs.
Well, you told him
you had to kill Marty
or Clark would've
had you killed next.
(SOBS)
Talk to us, son.
We can protect you.
You're not big enough.
You can't protect me forever.
Oh, Andy, your forever's
looking like 20 to life.
Now
we'll find this Clark's address.
But any little thing you can do
that helps us, helps you.
(MUSIC BUILDS TO CRESCENDO)
Ah.
What, just an address, yeah?
SONG: # Now, I've got the power
# In every way
# To give you all
# A better day
# To show you people
# And right away
# Listen to me
Then you'll see
# I'll make you
# Feel alright!
# I'm gonna make you
# Feel alright!
# I got the power
# When I know
# All the bad vibes
# Start to go
# Then comes the feeling
# And it's starting to grow
# Lightin' my fire
# Gettin' me higher
# Making me
# Feel alright!
# Making me
# Feel alright
# Oh-oh!
# I've got power
# A power to excite
# I got power
# I feel like I'm flying
# I got power
# Whoa-oh-oh
# I got power
# I got me
# I got power #
Terrence Clark, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of ***
and suspicion of supply
of grade A narcotics.
# Feel alright!
# I'm gonna make you feel alright!
# Feel
# Make you feel
# Alright!
# Whoa! #
I want to ask you
some questions
regarding your association
with Martin Johnstone.
How would you describe your
relationship with Mr Johnstone?
TERRY: I'd describe it as no comment.
I've never met anyone
called Martin Johnstone.
You never, ever met
your boyfriend's business partner?
Terry never talked to me
about his business.
Are you over here
to help run his drugs ring?
Do the accounts?
Help set up shelf companies?
I moved to London to be with Terry.
I helped him by cooking.
Gets pretty hot in your kitchen.
Now, think carefully,
Mr Clark, before you
Sinclair.
My name is Terrance James Sinclair.
Terrance James Sinclair,
you're Terrence John Clark,
you're Phillip Perkins,
Philip James Scott,
Peter Simon Heffron,
Mr John Francis Pennington
and Mr Andrew James Gorrie.
No comment.
Let's just agree on, er, 'Terry'
for now, shall we?
You need to think how you proceed.
Juries don't much admire
'no comment'.
Makes a defendant look guilty.
***, these are all ***.
These charges.
You don't have any real evidence.
We've got a diary
full of names and addresses
including Martin Johnstone
and Andy Maher's.
We've got £30,000,
most of which you can't account for.
We've got details of payments
in three of your aliases
into a company
called Cross and Mercer,
a company whose director
was Martin Johnstone.
We've got an unregistered
.
38 Magnum.
And we've got 10 pages
of what our experts
tell us are accounts in code.
(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY)
If you blokes give me
your bank accounts,
I'll have 200,000 transferred
by the close of business.
Each.
OK.
OK.
250.
Just show me the front door, eh?
JACQUl: Terry was charged
with ***.
And he and Karen were both charged
with conspiracy to import
and distribute prohibited drugs.
But gathering evidence
was painstaking.
And the trial
was many long months away.
Still, with Terry
now a guest of Her Majesty
and Allison Dine lost in America
Aussie Bob Trimbole
was left wondering exactly what it was
he'd forked out $2 million for.
And how could he explain
to his backers in Griffith
that the rivers of money he promised
were looking more like trickles?
***!
Oh!
(GRUNTS)
Oh.
(SIGHS)
Bob.
Bob, have you heard
what's happened?
Terry got arrested in London.
*** *** charges,
for ***'s sake.
He's facing *** drug charges
up to his *** eyeballs.
Who'd he knock?
Marty someone.
What are we gonna do?
What if he talks? What if he
cuts a deal and spills his guts?!
Keep your *** voice down.
But
Look, I'm really exposed here, Bob.
If Terry starts talking
Terry won't talk.
He wouldn't betray us.
Oh, ***!
What's wrong? Where are you going?
***.
He's our point of attack.
He connects all the corruption -
the cops, the narcs, the lawyers,
and Clark.
We get Brian Alexander
and all of this begins to collapse.
The English police have agreed
to let us interview Clark.
He'll have info on Alexander
if we can get it out of him.
And there's also the small matter
of getting evidence
Clark arranged the Wilson murders.
Find your passport, Liz.
You ought to go to London
with Inspector Messina.
Pardon?
We gather Clark likes the ladies.
He might respond better
to questions from you.
The flight's tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow?
Right.
Problem, Cruickshank?
No problem, sir.
None.
Clark seems to assume you offer
a copper a bribe, he'll take it.
I'm afraid a cohort
of NSW State Police
considers supplementary forms
of income as par for the course.
I see.
Mmm.
We're from Victoria.
Bloke must have money to burn.
He was offering us close
to a million quid each
by the time he realised
we weren't going to oblige.
What's Clark like, sir?
Take a look for yourself.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
CLARK: I'm a professional gambler.
And an artist.
But if I were
an international drug dealer,
I'd be a bloody successful one.
I'd be worth 50 million
in land and investments.
Trade in five countries.
Control the lives
of dozens of people.
If I were
an international drug dealer.
(CHUCKLES) So you run
a *** business in Australia -
you'd need lots of connections.
Protection.
Yes, I would.
Lawyers.
Narcotics agents.
Coppers.
Judges.
(SCOFFS)
Yeah, I'd be very well connected.
Or pay someone who was.
If you help us,
we we might be able to help you.
We can talk to the English police,
let them know
how cooperative you've been.
These Pommies don't strike fear
in my heart, Detective Cruickshank.
Maybe it's years watching
the All Blacks beat their rugby team,
but I don't think I'm gonna need
your help beating any charges.
Talking of Pommies,
Doug Wilson names you
as the murderer of Harry Lewis.
Mmm.
Is that your only evidence -
the word of a dead junkie?
On those same tapes,
Doug also talks of his fear
that you'll *** him and his wife.
Us Kiwis have done pretty well
against you Aussies too.
I couldn't help notice your paintings
when I came to your flat.
"What a thing a watercolour is
to express atmosphere and distance.
"
"So the figure is surrounded by air
and can breathe in it.
"
Smart man, van Gogh.
Too bad he topped himself.
Well, he was also mad.
Unlike me, Detective Cruickshank.
Unlike you, Terry.
A sane, smart man should know
when to fight and when to talk.
(CHUCKLES)
This is bigger than a falling out
between drug partners.
It's bigger even
than international rugby results.
Now, if any of us
is going to get this Clark,
we're going to have to find someone
who knows a lot about him
and who has the guts to talk to us.
What about that young courier
who took off to America?
She might know someone.
JACQUl: For 10 months, Allison
had thought no-one could find her.
But Dave Priest
only had to call the FBI
and they drove
straight to where she worked.
Everything she'd done
for the last three years
finally caught up with her.
She could no longer hide.
She no longer wanted to hide.
They got her in a room
and asked her one simple question.
Could she name anyone still alive
who really knew the ins and outs
of Terry Clark's murderous empire?
Yeah.
Me.
Terry always said no-one got hurt
in the *** business.
Everyone I know has been hurt.
Well, you are doing
the right thing now.
I just want to save
what's left of my life.
JACQUl: She told them
how Terry recruited her,
how many runs they'd made,
how big the profits were,
where the drugs came from,
how many couriers worked for them,
everything.
And she told them
about Terry's dark side -
Wayne,
Greg,
Pommy.
And finally she told them one small,
vital thing about the Wilson murders.
Terry got the tapes
from a lawyer in Sydney.
Brian Alexander.
They had a business relationship?
Terry complained about how much
he paid Brian as a retainer.
And I once drove Terry
to Brian's office for an appointment.
You can't give us a date, can you?
May 15.
The anniversary
of my mother's death.
You're not free to leave the motel
without permission and an escort.
There are plenty of people in this city
who won't want you to testify,
so if you want to go out,
you ask Hugh
and he'll contact us to OK it.
I also need to remind you
that if at any stage you choose
to not give evidence,
you will be immediately charged
with breaking bail and possession.
Yeah.
I understand.
I'll send a reminder, then.
Alright.
Goodbye.
They are not going to let us in
without a warrant.
They're *** themselves already.
They won't know what hit 'em.
They're lawyers.
They make a fuss,
we're out of there.
We need evidence
on the May 15 meeting -
diaries, appointment books, memos,
whatever we can get.
Thanks, guys -
files, accounts, every bit of paper.
Excuse me.
What do you want,
detectives? What do you want?!
JOE: You told us
you'd never met Terry Clark.
We have information that
that's not true.
What's going on?!
Morning, Mr Aston -
Joint Police Group
sends its greetings.
I gave you a very clear last warning,
which you've ignored.
You're a very stupid man.
Stay within cooee, won't you?
(DOOR SHUTS)
Oh, it's alright.
I took care of it.
They won't find anything.
They won't!
JACQUl: The page in Aston's diary
for May 15 had been torn out.
But the imprint on the page
for May 16
supported Allison's story.
There had been a meeting that day.
With Terry.
It meant they could charge Brian
with conspiracy.
But the other link in the chain
was an altogether
tougher proposition.
We've spoken to the Queensland police
who interviewed Doug Wilson.
They said they gave the case file
and the tapes to you.
Your point being?
JOE: Terry Clark got those tapes
from Brian Alexander
and Brian got them
from the Narcotics Bureau.
Right.
Since I was working
on the Wilson case,
it must've been me that passed on
the tapes that got them murdered?
I don't know how
you Joint Police Group blokes work,
but we in the Bureau
believe in cooperation.
I wasn't the only one
that had access to that case file.
In fact, I had cause to discuss the case
with several of my colleagues.
How many?
Mmm.
Five.
Six, maybe.
Let me see, there was, er,
lan, Stubbsie,
I think Bob and Des
were at one meeting,
um, there was Tim Marshall,
Ricky,
half the Bureau, practically.
(ALL LAUGH)
Ahoy, there!
JACK: Oh, here we go.
(QUIETLY) No head, no hands
(ALL LAUGH)
Permission to come on board?
How'd you escape the ***, Jack?
What've you got I don't have, mate?
Looks, charm, brains.
(ALL LAUGH)
(SIGHS)
Well, they bloody served me.
Yeah, conspiracy
to supply information.
JACK: You'll be right, Brian.
If you don't say anything,
they got nothin'.
You know, I was hoping I'd
well, I was wondering if you
you could maybe appear for me.
Well, you know,
as a character witness.
That'd confirm their suspicions
of collusion, wouldn't it?
(MEN CHUCKLE)
You, Dennis?
You're the big detective.
Scratch my back like
I scratched yours all these years.
Put in a good word.
Mate, so what if you know a crook?
You're a lawyer.
You're all crooks.
(ALL LAUGH)
Mate, don't worry.
I'll put a few feelers out.
Someone will tell us
where those clams have put
that mouthy little ***.
So we'll find her.
And it's a deep,
dark ocean out there, Brian.
Have a beer.
She'll be right.
Yeah, alright.
I'm busting for a slash.
Yeah, well, just don't get
anything on the deck.
My mate's generous with his boat,
but very fussy about his deck.
Yeah.
It's nice to have mates, eh?
Sure is.
(ALL LAUGH)
BRIAN: Which mouthy little ***
is it, Dennis?
(URINATES) Joyce? Or Kay?
I'll get you the list, alright?
Oh.
Oh, ***.
Sorry, mate.
Pissed on your foot.
(PHONE RINGS)
The Grotto, how can I help you?
Love.
It's that Brian bloke.
I think he's been
(CLICKS TONGUE).
What?
I've got the witness list
for my committal.
You know who
the prosecution's star is?
Blondie.
Allison?!
What am I gonna do, Bob?
Last I heard she was in America.
What if she actually says
what she knows?
What if Terry names me?
You know, I've got *** kids,
for God's sake.
A lot of ifs there, mate.
If Terry goes to trial.
If Allison says something.
What do I do?
The *** narcs and cops
are behaving
like I've trodden in dog ***.
Keep your head down
and keep your bottle.
That last one shouldn't be too hard.
OK?
Yep.
Great.
Thanks for that.
Brian Alexander
just hopped on a plane to London.
Terry!
How are you?
I got a
reminder of home.
I'm from New Zealand.
Don't suppose we could get
a private room, could we?
Why? You wanna have sex with me?
Yeah.
You're my big Pommy poofter.
Bonky-bonky, bend over
Why are you in London, Brian?
I I just wanted to make sure
you were gonna keep us out of it.
You know?
The charges against me are ***.
I'm not worried.
Yeah.
Yeah, me neither.
The girl they've got
as a witness against me -
she might turn up in your trial too.
What girl? Kay Reynolds?
Not Kay.
Allison.
You've got it wrong.
No, I haven't.
I know Allison.
She would never speak against me.
Yeah, well, what about me?
You'd better *** off
back to Sydney and find out.
Guard!
JACQUl: Terry had always believed
he could buy, kill
or charm his way out of anything.
Hearing that Allison was giving evidence
against the syndicate hit him hard.
And what could he tell Karen,
this 23-year-old solicitor
he'd seduced and brought to England?
She had everything to gain
by washing her hands of him
and everything to lose
by sticking by him.
And if Allison was talking,
what about Bob?
Now there was no more ***
coming from Asia,
he knew Bob had to be doing it tough.
What's up, teddy bear?
What did I do to deserve you, eh?
You've stuck by me
through thick and thin.
Thicker and thicker, in my case.
I love you.
I love you too.
Will you do something for me, then?
Your prostate's
the size of a tennis ball.
I take it in this case
size does matter?
Yeah.
I'm gonna do a blood test.
What, does that involve needles?
Don't be a *** wimp.
Is it the big C, Nick?
Hey, I know what'll cheer you up.
Patient of mine,
he's from Lebanon, right?
He just moved back.
You know what the main export
of Lebanon is?
Body bags?
Cannabis resin.
High-grade.
The best in the world.
Now, hold still.
Now, this bloke,
he's got connections to some growers.
Serious growers.
And they're looking to expand
their market into the Antipodes.
All they want is buyers at our end
willing to put up the cash
and set up an import structure.
Press there.
How much?
I'll let you know the results.
I've done the maths, Bob.
Big enough load of hash,
we're set to retire.
We could add some smack.
Source it in Turkey,
bring it overland.
I know a bloke
who works on the docks in Tripoli.
Let's do it.
The more, the *** merrier.
So how big is a big enough load?
Well, to make it worth our while
getting resin all the way from Lebanon,
we gotta think really big.
Yeah, sure, sure.
70 kilos? 80?
Little bit more.
Five tonnes.
We'll clear $10 million each, Bob.
JACQUl: Getting Brian Alexander
in front of a judge
was the prime goal
of the Joint Police Group.
But first a committal hearing
had to determine
if the case against him was
strong enough to proceed to trial.
It is accurate, is it not,
that you were never actually present
when Clark spoke to Mr Alexander?
I had never been present, no.
You drove him to an office
on the 15th of May.
Yes.
And you say Clark gave the address
on Alexander's business card?
That's right.
Do you remember the card?
Yes.
Did it have Alexander's name on it?
It had John Aston Associates,
I think.
What we are asking for here are
your recollections, not your guesses.
Yes.
When you came to Australia,
you were involved with Terry Clark?
A man you knew was deeply involved
with crimes of violence,
carrying firearms,
dealing in ***?
Well, er, I'd fallen in love
with the wrong person.
You'd fallen in love with a person
who murdered Pommy Harry, yes?
And who used you
as a co-conspirator.
I didn't
I am not suggesting
that your hand carried the Magnum
that fired the bullets
into Harry's head,
but you did wash out Clark's
bloodstained jeans, did you not?
Some of the people whom you knew
were consuming drugs?
I didn't know those people.
You just said,
"I didn't know those people.
"
Yes.
LAWYER: But you did know
Pommy Harry extremely well, didn't you?
I had met Pommy.
It's not the same as knowing him.
LAWYER: So when you said,
"I didn't know those people,"
you didn't mean for us
to believe that.
Well, I
I should've explained better.
I said that I didn't know them well.
Because to say
"I didn't know Pommy Harry"
would be a lie, wouldn't it?
I don't understand what you mean.
LAWYER: You don't know
what it means to lie.
I know what that is.
JACQUl: After five hours
of questioning,
the magistrate
declared Allison was evil.
He called her
a despicable opportunist
and transparently unreliable.
He deemed her evidence worthless.
And with Allison discredited,
the rest of the case
had all sorts of problems.
What about the other evidence
we've got against Alexander -
the diary?
The $100,000 in his bank
he can't account for?
DAVE: Magistrate said it could've
come from gambling winnings.
(LAUGHS MIRTHLESSLY)
She's evil and he gets off.
Wouldn't happen in Victoria.
And it won't at the inquest
into the Wilsons' deaths.
(MEN LAUGH
AND CHEER RAUCOUSLY)
Whoo!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah.
Looks like it's my turn
to *** on your foot tonight, mate!
(VOICE ECHOES,
SOUND REVERBERATES)
We will get these ***.
Indeed we will.
I'm calling the Vic Coroner.
I know he's happy for me
to assist him.
And this time I'll be asking
why Doug Wilson
had Brian Alexander's name
in his little black book.
I want to take this pisspot apart.
(PHONE RINGS)
Priest.
JACQUl: More good news
came from an unlikely source.
MAN: Evening, Prime Minister.
Given the current hoo-ha in the
press over these Wilson tapes,
we're planning to restructure
the Commonwealth Police
into a new body - Federal one -
Federal Police, or some such.
Give you wider powers,
greater scope,
including the responsibility
for tracking narcotics smuggling.
What about
the Federal Narcotics Bureau?
There won't be any need for it,
given this new allocation
of responsibilities.
And the Bureau's staff?
I'm sure the heads
of the new Australian Federal Police
will be able to re-employ
some of them.
And, um, as for the others,
well, they'll still be
customs officers, of course,
just no longer directly involved
with narcotics, sadly.
JACQUl: From more than 200 officers
in the Federal Narcotics Bureau,
less than half were invited to join
the newly-formed Federal Police.
Good morning, John.
Beautiful day.
What's this then, eh? A bonus?
I'm afraid I'm letting you go.
You're giving us a bad name, Brian.
I'm sorry.
(RACE CALLER ON RADIO)
Should've listened to your tip,
shouldn't I, Bob?
You'd never go wrong with me, Danny.
Yeah, that's what everyone says.
So, what about this Lebanon deal?
Paltos know what he's doing?
Oh, absolutely.
Nick's a man I'd trust with my life.
Oh, here's the master criminal now.
(CHUCKLES)
Nick, this is Danny Chubb
I was telling you about.
G'day.
G'day.
Can I have a word?
We're all friends here.
And I love you like a brother,
but I need to talk to Bob alone.
Hey, listen,
you know that test we did?
Mmm.
I'm really sorry, Bob.
You've got cancer.
Full-blown prostate cancer.
Right.
Where were we?
Er, Danny, we were thinking
you might be our transport manager.
How would you be at rustling up
a couple of semitrailers?
DANNY: Job's that big, huh?
(MURMUR OF CONVERSATION)
(LAUGHS) Oh,
you must've won big-time, hey?
I got me, er, test results.
I'm clear.
What? No.
Not a spot of cancer in me.
Bobby, that's great.
Here.
Soft-centre or nougat.
And Dr Paltos was sure?
I mean, what did he say?
Well, he said we'd be doing it
like bunnies for the next 100 years.
Here.
Hold those.
Gotta have a ***.
(APPLAUSE ON TV)
Um, they often say
that good things come in glass.
The question is how Oh, is it
'Glass'.
I thought it was.
But how they get there
is an art in itself.
(SHUTS TV OFF)
G'day, mate.
I'm here to see Allison Dine.
Miss Dine,
do you want some fish and chips?
How are you going?
Better than a couple of days ago.
It's good, your evidence.
It's helpful.
It'll certainly be helpful
in the Wilson inquest.
The Coroner's set a date.
Now, an inquest is different
to a committal.
There'll be no-one out
to destroy you this time
and Brian won't be there watching.
How well did you know him?
There's that question again.
Not well.
But he paid your bail.
No, no.
That was Bob.
Bob?
Bob Jones.
He's the organisation's um,
retail manager, I suppose.
In Australia?
Well, who is he?
Just some shifty drunkard?
No, Bob's harmless.
Everyone's mate.
And he certainly
knew a lot of people.
Did he go by any other names?
I don't think so.
We all just
used to call him Aussie Bob.
DAVE: Bob Trimbole.
Initiated member of the N'Dranghita.
That means the Mafia.
Well, he always called himself
Bob Jones when I knew him.
Allison, why didn't you
mention him earlier?
Well, you asked me
about couriers and importers.
Bob was more
on the distribution side.
You say he put up $2 million for the
Australian end of Terry's operation?
That makes him a major player.
You must have known that.
It's just Bob always seemed
sort of harmless.
Bob Trimbole
may well have been responsible
for the *** of Donald Mackay.
Did he ever mention
the name Mackay to you?
No! Look, I'm sorry
I didn't mention him sooner.
But I've told you everything
I know about him now.
I swear it!
The Wilson inquest
is coming up in a few days.
And your evidence
has to be credible, Allison.
You have to be clear and certain.
Can you stand up, under oath,
and identify this man as the bloke
who introduced Terry Clark
to Brian Alexander?
That's Bob Trimbole.
He was the one.