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This is a warrant for your
arrest for accessory to ***.
You dobbed on your mates.
You think any of these boys in here
want to partner up with you?
Make a note of everything
they do to you in your duty book.
Get the boss to sign it.
He'll never bother to read it.
Then there's the *** harassment
I have to put up with every day.
CLAUDIA: No, joke's over, Eddie.
Shut the door.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
I make a fuss about this,
I'll be out.
Then I'll make the fuss.
I want you to promise me
that you won't say anything.
OK?
KIM: You're nice.
Don't hold that against me.
Do you want me to get a towel
or do you prefer me wringing wet?
You won't tell, will you?
You don't deserve me.
Grow up, little boy.
IBRAHIM: You must love reading.
Doing my HSC.
Trying to improve my mind.
MAN: I work for John Hatton.
He wants to talk to your wife.
HATTON: I need what you've got
on the police force.
Just think about it.
I don't need to.
I want to bring these *** down.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there.
#
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
DEBBIE: Claude, it's Deb and Greg.
(DOOR CHAIN UNLATCHES)
Let us in, darl? Lady with a baby.
This is John Hatton.
Thank you for agreeing to this,
Miss Campanelli.
Come in.
Just watch
the kitty litter.
(SEVERAL CATS MIAOW NEARBY)
HATTON: Deborah's told you
about the urgency?
Sorry about the mess.
Um, it looks like
we have the opportunity
to get a royal commission through,
in Parliament.
Now, I need as much recent evidence
of police corruption
as we can gather.
And your stat dec,
which is supportive of Deborah's
claims of *** harassment,
will form a crucial part of that.
So if you'd like to read your
statement through before signing
Jesus, I'm a terrible host.
Let me get you some tea.
Oh, I'm fine, thank you.
CLAUDIA: So where are
you working these days?
Still at Fraud.
Need me head read!
At least you're still a cop.
All I am now is
a cop that was hurt on duty.
Claude, this stat dec.
It's about me.
Hatton's not expecting you to
He's not even going to go near
what they did to you.
Jesus, let me go, Eddie.
***! Let me go!
Wish I was as strong as you.
I'm not strong, darl.
I'm just bloody stubborn.
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
DEBBIE: You right?
Well, let's get this signature
happening, hey?
Detective Constable Tea Lady.
Oh, what the *** is that?!
Oh, it's, um
It's Mama ***.
What's she doing in the freezer?
(WHISPERS) She passed.
I can't
I don't want her to go just yet.
Here.
HATTON: It's as you dictated.
The harassment that you saw Deborah
subjected to.
My, uh
My name will be mentioned?
You'll be one of the brave few
who stand up for what's right.
I, um
I actually have to do something now.
So could you leave these with me
and I'll read over them and post
them back to you later?
(DOOR SLAMS)
She's never going to sign, is she?
I think Claudia finds committing
herself to anything
pretty tough these days.
Even burying the cat.
Yeah.
Damn.
Well, looks like
it's all down to you, Debbie.
Andy wants to see you.
Your timing's impeccable.
(KNOCKS)
Close the door.
I'd rather keep it open.
There's been a complaint lodged
against you
with Internal Affairs.
What?!
Alleges you're rorting your TA.
I've never
When you were on an insurance
investigation in Wollongong,
your accommodation was paid for by
the company you were investigating.
But I told you that at the time.
I've no memory of that conversation.
You said it was OK.
You said if I filled out the expense
forms and lodged them,
it would all be above board,
that it would be OK.
Do you have a
written record of this discussion?
Who made the complaint against me?
Oh, that's confidential.
Well, that would be the first *** thing
IA have ever kept to themselves.
You're looking at some
very serious criminal charges.
NARRATOR: Of course,
it was all a beat-up,
the latest shot in the war of
attrition against Debbie Webb,
well-known whistleblower.
WOMAN: DogMan's here.
Give me a sec.
Don't keep him waiting again.
He waits all week to get his rocks
off.
He can wait five seconds more.
Get a frigging wriggle on.
You're not here
to write bloody essays.
SONG: # If you need a girl
# We've got it
# This is a party
for the underprivileged #
(BARKING)
# This is a party
for the underprivileged #
(SONG CONTINUES)
(MELISSA HUMS)
You coming for a dance?
Oi! You deaf or have
I just lost my voice?
Grow up, Melissa.
Oh, have a fun night, then,
you grumpy cow.
MAN: That's the worst
hand job I've ever had.
WANDA: I did everything you asked.
(SHOUTS)
Oi! Leave her alone.
Don't.
You ought to take a class.
*** lessons.
Leave her alone, you arsehole.
*** touch her again
and I'll bite your ugly balls off.
You all need a smack in the head.
Yeah.
Oh
Need a holiday, huh?
Oh, my God.
He took all my money.
(SHOUTS) Ape!
(SOBS)
Here.
Oi.
No.
No.
No, no, no, no
Call it a night and grab a cab, OK?
OK, babe, I can't
take your hard-earned
Take it, alright?
Look after yourself.
Thanks, Kim.
Thanks, Kim.
(PHONE RINGS)
KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message
and make it a nice one.
(SHYLY) It's Michael.
I need to see you, Kimmy.
It's driving me crazy.
Let me make it up to you,
otherwise I might
do something terrible.
NARRATOR: There are
times in your life
when you know you're going to
have to make a change.
You can't keep going the way you are.
Because disaster could be waiting
around the very next corner.
(SCREAMS) You just *** off!
But actually taking that leap
of faith into the unknown
scary stuff.
On remand for accessory to ***,
John Ibrahim was staring down
a life he'd never planned on.
The truth is, we all face crossroads
at some point in our lives.
(MEN CHATTER)
Come on.
Hit him!
Come on, mate.
That one's a trier.
Hey?
He's on him.
Off you go, Wanda.
You got better things to do.
Whatever you say, Senior Constable.
Make that "Sergeant, sir".
MAN: What do youse want?
Got reason to believe narcotics are
being sold from these premises.
There's nothing going on here, mate.
I think someone's pulling your chain.
You got a warrant?
Otherwise, *** off.
This place is open 24/7
you get a couple of
customers every few minutes.
You're moving 500-1,000 caps a day
at 60 bucks a cap.
Don't know what you're
talking about, mate.
I'm playing the pinnies.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
NARRATOR: How many dirty
syringes do you have to crush
to save a single junkie's life?
No matter what you do,
there's always another desperate
prepared to sell
his mum's jewellery,
or his body or his soul
for a hit.
Joe Dooley knew his days pounding
the beat on the Golden Mile
were fast running out.
ANDY: Get in the car.
Get in the car.
That's an order.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(CAR HORN HONKS)
What's the matter, Deb?
You don't look too well.
Where are you taking me?
(MEN LAUGH)
Shh!
(BRAKES ABRUPTLY)
(GASPS)
DEBBIE: This is my street!
Well, that's right.
We do know where you live, Deb.
See you tomorrow.
(CLICKS)
(LAUGHS)
BOBBY: Whoa!
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh.
GREG OVER PHONE:
I'll kill the ***.
Yeah, for what?
Giving me a lift home?
They're clever, Greg.
If they can't freak me out,
they'll discredit me.
Deb, you don't have to do this.
We can call Hatton and tell him
to stick his royal commission.
If I give up, I've been through
all this for nothing.
All I ever wanted to do
was the right thing, you know?
(SIGHS) Whatever the hell that is.
I can't go back in there.
I just can't.
Then don't.
Save your strength, babe.
OK.
I'll go on sick leave.
Good girl.
But I gotta go back in tonight
and get my duty book
before they realise
I'm not coming back.
No, not tonight.
Wait for me.
Yeah, you're in wherever you are.
The investigation's winding up,
I'll be back in
Yeah, three days, Greg.
You could be three weeks!
I leave my duty book
on my desk for that long,
they'll doctor it till I'm a kiddie
rooter and a bloody terrorist.
I'll go in in a couple of hours.
They'll all be at the ***.
(DOOR OPENS)
(PLASTIC BAG RUSTLES)
(VACUUM WHIRRS)
MELISSA: Stop it.
You know I like ice-cream.
And if it's hokey-pokey,
I'll lick it off your hot body.
(LAUGHS)
Meeting tomorrow at Bondi.
We're going to eat ice-creams
on the beach.
Oh, and then you'll get ***
and sit on the sand
until your arses freeze.
So he smokes a bit of grass.
So what?
So he's a loser stoner
you're dating for a change.
Since when have you cared
who I go out with?
You know how I feel about drugs.
No, Kim.
This isn't about drugs, OK?
This is about you being
a judgmental, joyless ***.
You are so naive.
Why?
Because I don't think
all men are ***?
Fine.
Screw every stoner in Sydney.
Ruin your life.
Just don't do it around me.
Are you kicking me out?
Well, you're not.
I'm bloody leaving anyway.
I am so over this ***.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
('DIRTY GOLD'
BY THE *** EAGLES PLAYS)
Hi, Kimmy.
Whoa.
I want you to leave.
Now.
Please, don't be like this.
I made a mistake.
But I just want to make things
better between us.
I want to make
things right between us.
I'm not leaving, Kim.
Don't you see this proves
how much I love you?
(COFFEE MACHINE HISSES)
What did you guys do?
Uh, Policing 101.
Stared the kid down
till he freaked green,
then took him home, told his good
folks he was turning into a stalker.
They were
How did you describe it, Les?
Very bloody angry.
(LAUGHS)
He won't be bothering you again,
darling.
(SIGHS) I always say
cops are beautiful.
Thank you! Oh, God, thank you.
Thank you.
(LAUGHS)
Oh!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Who is it?
It's Les.
Hello.
Hey!
Thought I'd do
a little welfare check.
Oh, I'm fine.
Check the windows.
I'm on the fourth floor.
I don't think he's that keen.
(WHISTLES)
This is sweet of you.
You must be busy.
Uh
Whoo! Les! Jesus.
Come on.
You're the sexiest girl
I've ever known.
Kim!
Les! Les, stop.
Hey! Stop it!
Come on.
I helped you out today.
Don't I get a reward?
Les, we're friends.
It's not so much to ask.
I mean, you're doing it
every *** day anyway.
(PHONE RINGS)
KIM ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hi, I'm not in.
So leave me a message
and make it a nice one.
MAN: Kim, Andrew here
from Kings Cross Police.
Andrew!
ANDREW: Oh, hi, Kim.
This is a bit weird, but you
haven't seen Les, have you?
Yeah, he's not here.
He's still on duty and he's
not answering his car radio.
Look, if he does turn up,
tell him to call in before
the duty sergeant kills him.
KIM: Uh-huh.
Thanks.
(HANGS UP)
LES: OK.
OK, good.
Right.
Now, come on!
Oh
Come on.
We're friends, yeah?
We're friends.
OK?
Yeah?
(PRETENDS TO LAUGH)
Now let's be friendly.
(LAUGHS)
OK.
Just give me a sec.
Do you wanna
(LAUGHS)
What do you fancy, huh?
What have you got?
Got all my costumes.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hm.
Which ones?
What do you want?
Got Santa, Snow White?
Got the Nazi one? Hmm?
I love the Nazi one.
Yeah.
So do I.
Right, then,
you get yourself ready
then, Schweinhund.
Hmm?
Yeah.
(LAUGHS)
OK.
Don't move.
This thing's loaded.
Whoa.
What are you doing?
KIM: Get your things.
Get your things!
Kim, I was *** kidding.
I didn't find it very funny,
you arsehole!
Alright, alright.
Get up.
Alright.
I'm up.
Get up.
Kim, I'm sorry.
(KIM LAUGHS)
I
Get out.
Get out of my house.
(SHOUTS) You get out
of my house now!
***! I'm sorry.
Get out!
(KNOCKS ON DOOR) Oi! I'm sorry.
Oh, hello?
Is that Internal Affairs?
My name's Kim Hollingsworth.
I've just been assaulted
by a police officer.
(STAMMERS) He works at
the Kings Cross Station.
He was there
He put his gun in my crotch.
No.
He put his service pistol
in my *** ***.
(PHONE BEEPS)
***!
TREVOR: Poor old Wanda.
JOE: Pretty messed up.
I'd say it was an assault.
Maybe a hit and run.
All the *** around here
end up a bit worse for wear.
TREVOR: Either way,
she's at least a week of paperwork.
Sergeant Dooley,
you know where we are?
McElhone Stairs?
Yeah.
You know what's special
about McElhone Stairs?
They're the border between
our district and Woolloomooloo.
In fact, the borderline's
right here.
She's in our district.
Five seconds' lifting
and she becomes Woolloomooloo's
week of paperwork, not ours.
The boys from the 'Loo would love
the chance to track down his
her parents.
Call Forensics.
Get them down here.
JOE: Oi!
You are a *** disgrace, mate.
Got wind up you, Dooley?
TREVOR: Oi! You two.
(YELLS ANGRILY)
Cut it out.
Back off.
Joe, come here.
Look, Eddie's a ***, alright?
We all know that.
Now, I understand you got your way
of doing things
and we've got ours.
But you got to choose
what team you bat for.
Wanda?
Wanda?!
(SOBS) Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, ***!
I'm sorry.
Don't you pretend to give a ***!
NARRATOR: Did I mention
there are times in your life
when you know you're going
to have to change paths?
Tragically, it was
too late for Wanda.
But not for Joe.
And not for Kim.
HATTON: Well,
the Opposition are onside.
Wonders will never cease.
So with the other two independents,
looks like I've
finally got the numbers.
Congratulations.
Well, we're not there yet.
Still got to make the speech,
AND put it to the vote.
When's that?
Tomorrow.
Strike while
the iron's hot, hey?
I'd really like you both to be there
when I speak.
If you feel you can.
Don't understand
how this happened, Deb.
Why are you talking to John Hatton?
Why are you dobbing in your mates?
I don't understand it, Deb.
You know as well as anyone
that being a cop
involves a certain amount
of rough and tumble.
I I only ever wanted to do my job.
Then do it, you dumb ***.
Do your *** job!
(MEN LAUGH)
('FINALE' INTRO OF BEETHOVEN'S
'S YMPHONY NO.
9 IN D MINOR')
(TENOR SINGS IN GERMAN)
Hatton's about to speak.
The honourable member
for South Coast.
Thank you, Mr Speaker.
Mr Speaker, I move that a royal
commission be established
to inquire into the operations
of the NSW Police service,
with particular reference
to entrenched corruption,
the activities of
the Internal Affairs branches,
the failure of the internal
informers policy
and the impartiality of the service
in investigating and pursuing
prosecutions.
Mr Speaker, corruption is
entrenched in senior levels
of the NSW Police service.
Internal Affairs is corrupt.
Senior police officers close ranks
to prevent exposure
of corrupt activities.
The Minister and
the Police Commissioner
have failed to support and safeguard
those in the service who are honest
and brave enough
to fight corruption.
Detective Senior Constable Locke
gave information about corruption
to internal security.
And within a week,
detectives from within her own squad
made her realise the IA
leaked like a sieve.
For her own safety,
she had to be transferred.
And, Mr Speaker, may I point out
that this motion
specifically requires
that this inquiry be staffed
only by personnel other than
serving or former
NSW police officers.
(BEETHOVEN'S 'S YMPHONY
NO 9 IN D MINOR' CONTINUES)
NARRATOR: John Hatton spoke
for an hour and 18 minutes.
After years of campaigning
against police corruption,
he had a bit to say.
And finally, the stars had aligned.
His motion was carried 46 to 45.
What's your reaction to
the vote, Commissioner?
Is it true corruption's entrenched?
What about the suggestion
you aren't supportive
of Senior Constable Locke
and the other whistleblowers?
I don't ever claim to be perfect.
I have on occasion crossed the road
against the walk light.
MAN: Yeah, all those signs too.
It's a figment of
the political imagination
to suggest that corruption
is widespread
in the NSW Police service.
MAN: Slow down, you can't go that fast.
You're overloading.
There we go.
REPORTER: What do you think will be
the outcome of a royal commission?
There are two things I look
forward to from this inquiry.
MAN: OK, bring all those over, boys.
The first is to see Mr Hatton away
from parliamentary privilege.
The second is the opportunity
to clear my name
and those of the fine officers
of the NSW Police Force.
I heard they're going to
call every cop in this city.
Royal commission.
Waste of *** time and money.
*** Debbie Webb, hey? I mean,
who would have thought? Of all people.
Fat mouthy moll.
Look, they can't prove anything
if we all just keep shtum.
It's a royal commission, Trev.
They charge you with contempt,
lock you up if you refuse to speak.
Jim?
They wouldn't lock up
cops, would they?
Justice Wood? He's got a nasty look
in his eye, mate.
He'll go.
Whoo!
Hey, hey.
Stop *** your pants,
ya bunch of girls.
The pollies are banging
the law and order drum
because there's
an election coming up.
Exactly, I mean, it's going to take
any investigators weeks
just to choose the colour
of the wallpaper.
We'll all have plenty of time
to get our stories straight
and then all we gotta do
is stick to it.
Beer.
Beer?
Beer.
Trev?
No.
NARRATOR: Two days after John
Hatton's historic parliamentary victory,
the letters patent were issued
to Justice James Wood,
who was commissioned
to head the inquiry.
The Wood Royal Commission
was to change the face and nature
of policing in NSW for years to come.
GERRY: We have listening devices,
we have telephone intercepts.
We have state-of-the-art
tracking devices.
We are part of the best-equipped
investigation team
ever established in this country.
MAN: Hear, hear.
But none of these shiny toys is
going to get us past square one
unless we know where to put them.
There are 14,000 serving officers
in the NSW force.
Not all of them are corrupt.
But there are plenty
of shitheads who are.
And they're clever,
sneaky shitheads
who will close ranks
at the first whiff of a leak
and will never cheerfully come to us
just to fess up.
The only way to do our job
expose corruption
is get someone on the inside.
Sniff around, find people
cop or crim
that we can put between
a rock and a hard place
and get them to point our bells
and whistles at the corrupt officers.
Mr Agius?
Uh, might I add do it legally.
Spoken like a true lawyer.
(LAUGHTER)
Alright, let's get stuck into it.
Birth classes!
"Breathe out, visualise your ***
opening like a flower.
"Visualise, visualise"
You're not visualising.
I am visualising.
Trouble is
I'm visualising a bottle of gin.
Ah!
Even the local rag's onto me.
Apparently Hatton's a zealot
and I'm a troublemaker.
You know, he reckons I could be
in the witness box for days.
Looking forward to that.
What?
That van's been in the street on
and off for the last couple of days.
Greg.
Can I help you with something, mate?
We don't know for sure
it was there for us.
GREG: No.
How long are we going to
have to live like this?
Cops have got long memories.
We could leave.
Pack it in, go to Queensland.
Senior Constables Locke and Locke
of Balmain
become Mr and Mrs Smith
of Maroochydore?
I just want you to be safe.
We become anonymous,
we're easy targets.
We're safer here
with you in the force
and me in the paper
every second *** day.
We weren't that safe tonight.
No.
When I was a woodchuck,
Joe Dooley used to tell me
to pick my moment to pull my head
out of the sand.
Time it wrongly, you get
your head blown off.
I got the worst *** timing.
And a bloody big head.
You're not really giving up?
I'm sick of being treated
like I don't matter.
Sick of being three holes on legs.
Well, what will you do for money?
Dunno.
If I don't use
my head for something,
I'm going to go bloody mental.
So you just give up on everything?
On me.
You can give up hooking too, Gale.
Do something else with your life.
I don't want to stop.
I don't want this to end.
Kimmy, we had fun, you know?
It was fun.
Once upon a time, we did.
But I'm not having fun anymore.
(SOBS) Oh.
Oh, babe.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
So, you've given hooking the flick.
You blitzed your HSC.
What are you going to do
now, you egghead?
Guess.
No way.
Mm-hm.
You are seriously not going to
join the police force?!
(SCOFFS) ***! Kim.
They treat you like ***.
They stick a gun in your ***.
They turn their backs on you.
Vanessa's got more sense than you
and she's bloody six weeks old.
KIM: Yeah, well, she's a genius
and I'm just a country girl
who always wanted to be a cop.
Bad time to be a cop in NSW.
So, um, can I put you down
as a referee on my application form?
(LAUGHS) Oh!
If you want to be burnt at the stake.
I've, um applied for
a medical discharge.
Wow.
Leaving the police force.
How does that feel?
You should know.
Cop's all I've ever wanted to be too.
NARRATOR: John Ibrahim had spent
barely three weeks behind bars
on remand for accessory to the ***
of drug dealer Talal Assaad
when royal commissioner James Wood
ordered his release.
His case, among others,
was put on hold until Justice Wood
had completed his inquiry.
MAN: Under the terms of your bail,
you need to report
Twice a week.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.
Don't worry, mate.
There you go.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, you heard
that old Chinese curse?
What curse would that be?
"May you live in interesting times.
"
Time's going to get pretty
interesting around here soon.
Joe Dooley's gone.
TREVOR: Where? Up his own ***?
No, the academy.
He's got delusions of grandeur.
He's doing the D's course.
What? Detective Joe ***?
Don't worry, mate.
He's going to bring
the crime rate down in no time flat.
Single-handedly.
(ALL LAUGH)
Have you blokes heard about
the royal commission investigators?
Nup.
Word is they're all feds, Poms
or South Australians.
Ooh, the A-team, hey?
Wouldn't know one side
of the State from the other.
FOWLER: What the *** ***?!
What?
We're being transferred to Central.
You and me.
Effective immediately.
Some ***
about internal renewal.
SCULLY: ***.
Bloody hell, mate.
***.
Stop panicking, Scully.
It's not raining *** frogs.
NARRATOR: But one way or another,
the Wood Royal Commission
would touch almost all of
the denizens of the Golden Mile.
Some chose to be involved.
Others had no choice.
For better or for worse,
change was coming.
SONG: # It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle out there
# It's a jungle
out there.
#