East West 101 (2007–2011): Season 1, Episode 2 - Death at the Station - full transcript
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Give us the money!
No.
We question everyone.
We round up suspects.
We find these bastards
as soon as we can.
They're hoping their mate on
the inside might get them off.
You know what? They're
looking for someone to trust, Ray.
You're either an
Arab or you're a cop.
Don't think they
respect you, okay?
'Cause at the end of
the day, you're one of us.
Hold your fire!
You're a murdering bastard.
And you're a mad Arab.
And I am gonna do you.
Know him?
There's no I.D.
There's nothing
to say who he is.
Bad heroin is flooding
Redfern. It's killing our youth.
Now, I walk the streets,
and I see dealers
just openly selling...
- Where have you been?
- Shh!
I've contacted the police.
You promised you'd
be home to talk to Kari.
Hey, in a minute.
Why? Indifference?
- Corruption?
- No. Now.
Give me back that remote.
You have family
responsibilities.
Give me back that remote
so I can watch my interview.
No! You promised you'd be
home at 8:00 to talk to Kari.
You promised more
help around the house,
and if you don't take out the
rubbish, we're gonna miss it!
Oh, the rubbish.
That's all we ever bloody
talk about these days.
Here, son. Put it back
on. I'll be back in a minute.
"Sorry." Why is this
word so hard to say?
Because of legal ramifications.
Because if they say sorry
for the rape and for the theft
and the destruction
of our ancient lands...
may demand
reparations, restitution...
Adam?
Adam?
Adam!
Call the police! Kari, go
and call an ambulance!
Somebody help me!
Adam?
Adam?
Adam!
Go call the police!
Look at this.
He has bought and
paid for one ticket.
- One ticket only.
- I'll cancel it.
What if I die
before I see Mecca?
You can't go to Mecca alone.
Hello?
- Yeah, he is.
- I must go and see Mecca.
Your escape route.
Hello?
- I'm on the phone.
- My body is all right.
Give me one second. One second.
- My body is okay, except...
- No, no, keep going. Where?
- My head is apples.
- All right, I'll meet you there.
For the healing properties.
- Will you please... I got to go.
- I must see Mecca.
- You can't go to Mecca.
- I have to do Hajj.
It's... It's very
important to me to go.
Hey, stop there. Police only.
My name's Detective
Malik. What's your name?
Officer Grant.
Officer Grant, we come in all
shapes and colors these days.
Thanks very much.
Well, someone's done us
a favor. Victim's Adam King.
Who's Adam King?
Adam King. High-profile
criminal lawyer.
You can just see the
headlines now, can't you?
Is that kid related
to the victim?
Yeah, it's his son.
- Get him out of here.
- What have we got?
King's wife heard
two shots around 9:20.
Ballistics found
two projectiles.
First one missed him.
Second entered the side
of his head, killed him.
- Kid see the shooter?
- Says not.
Any witnesses?
Unh-unh. None of them.
They're all bloody useless.
- What's your theory?
- It wasn't robbery.
He's still got his
wallet on him.
What's happened, I think,
the shooter's had a go at him
with the first shot, missed him,
and then collected him in
the skull with the second one.
Lucky shot.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is a crime scene.
Please move back. We
want the same as you.
We want to find whoever's
responsible for this.
Settle down, eh? Come on.
You want to start a riot?
Well, it is Redfern, Malik.
When you say you want my clothes
as evidence... evidence of what?
Of the way he died.
He was shot!
I know. But there's still
questions, and maybe...
Fine. You want my clothes?
You can have them.
Kari, I know this
is hard for you.
Can we go back to
what you were saying?
Mum and dad were fighting.
So you were sitting
over there on the lounge,
and your mum and
dad were outside.
Is that when you
heard the shots?
You don't care. You're
glad my father's dead.
Kari, we admired your father.
He worked his butt
off for his people.
Did you hear anything when
you were outside? Anything?
I'd prefer if you talked
to my son in front of me.
All right, fine. Take a
seat. Get comfortable.
Now was there anything
unusual happening?
Was he worried about anything?
The world. Global warming.
Our people.
Any threats?
Threats?
All the time.
We reported them.
And the police did nothing.
I was always afraid my
husband would be taken from me.
How were things between you?
Perfect.
Dad got killed because he
spoke out against drug dealers.
And cops.
Kari, we're gonna
do whatever we can
to find the person
who killed your dad.
If that was a police
officer, they'll be charged.
I heard the locals
were restless.
Yeah, Malik tried to get on a
soapbox and he couldn't cut it.
Have you ever thought this
squad's not the right place
for a sensitive New Age male
of Middle Eastern appearance?
See, when people really are
out to get you, that's not paranoia.
Man, you want to
talk about paranoia,
you take a look at these.
Nutters.
I want every single letter read,
examined, and followed up.
And if you've still
got a private life...
My wife's birthday.
Consider it canceled.
What have we got
from crime scene?
It looks as if the gunman was
waiting here behind this bush.
Victim's come out,
gunman shot him.
Forensics have extracted
the projectile from King.
It's a hollow-point
round, .38 special.
Possibly fired by a Smith
& Wesson Model 10.
So the shooter has missed
because he or she's either
nervous or inexperienced?
- Domestic maybe?
- Could be.
There was an argument. The
son's holding something back.
Kid's been conditioned
to hate police.
Maybe he's got cause.
King's dead. Long live the king.
There's a vacancy for a king on
a crusade, maybe even a sheik.
Maybe the son's right.
Maybe King was killed
'cause he was trying to
get heroin out of Redfern.
Maybe that's unrelated.
Maybe he was killed
because he was a prick.
Oh, that's helpful.
You can say that, you
can shake your head,
you can stand there
and pose all you want,
but King got his jollies
humiliating young
coppers on the witness box.
Do I give a shit he's
dead? No, I don't.
Let's just say you're not
the only one in the force
who feels like that.
Okay, questions. Has
King been ignored?
Who did he speak to at Redfern,
and who was the dealer he named?
I'll take care of that one.
Let's get everything we can
on drug-related
deaths in Redfern.
Victims, dealers. You got
any sources we can tap?
- Ah, no. No.
- No junkies? Informers?
No junkies, mate.
They're a waste of time.
They only exchange
information for one reason...
To put shit in their veins.
Information's information.
Yeah, well, it's been a
while since I worked Redfern.
How are you?
Looking for Paul. He inside?
No, he hasn't been here for
months. The band broke up.
Well, you see him, you
give him a message.
Tell him to call me.
Yeah, he was busking the
Central a few weeks back.
That abo lawyer who got
himself whacked in Redfern,
Crusader Rabbit, you
know anything about that?
The word is he
was talking too much
and someone wanted
to shut him down.
Right. Any idea who?
- No.
- Right.
You got any idea who's
controlling the drug runs
in Redfern these days?
No, I don't know.
Well, you want
to find out for me.
Mate, I got my own work
to do here, you know?
You want to remember why
you're a free man and who you owe.
You just find out for me.
I don't know who
Adam's source was.
If Adam was getting
his information
about the bad drugs
in Redfern from a client,
then the heroin wasn't theirs.
They'll talk to us just to
get rid of the opposition.
I don't have that
client for you.
Were there any clients
who were causing trouble?
- No.
- Any dissatisfied clients?
All our clients are lambs.
- You're being very helpful.
- Thanks.
All right, where
were you at 9:20?
Working back here.
We all were except
Adam. He went home.
- What time?
- 6:00.
Apart from the drugs,
was there anything else
he was worried about?
He was a very public
personality but a very private man.
He didn't confide.
Once he delegated,
he left us alone.
All right, going
back to the clients.
He had a client list, yeah?
Ever heard of
client-lawyer privilege?
It's a quaint custom
we have in this country.
Quaint custom?
What about the Aboriginal
custom of looking after your own?
I'll think about it.
While you're thinking,
we've got a list of our own...
People who thought this world
was a better place
without your boss.
You recognize any?
Peter? Have a look.
Adam certainly wasn't
intimidated by threats or abuse.
He said it proved he
was doing a good job.
Where's Mr. King's diary?
His wife came and took it.
She came in early this morning.
Canvass got nix. No
one saw the gunman.
They were all watching
their hero on TV.
Fight in the King household,
that was a daily event.
- We loved each other.
- Come on, be honest.
Sometimes we fought.
Normal married life.
We heard you
fought all the time.
Adam was rarely at
home, difficult to live with.
- Is that right?
- You know what a conundrum is?
It's like a riddle, isn't it?
Police go to university
too these days, you know?
Yeah, well, Adam was
like a puzzle I couldn't solve.
He hid things from me.
Fears, anxieties,
what he was doing.
- And you didn't like that?
- Does your wife?
You think one of
those things killed him?
Perhaps.
You find what you were
looking for in the diary?
Could you give me
five minutes alone
with the police
officers, please?
- Why?
- Kari.
I wasn't looking for anything.
Just didn't want the press
getting ahold of dirty laundry.
An affair? Another woman?
Is that what you
were fighting about?
I wanted another
child. Adam refused.
And there was no
reason I could figure
except there was another woman.
- And he was planning to leave.
- He denied it.
The night before, Wal
Burnam, the boxer, yeah?
What was your
husband doing with Wal?
- Community work.
- What kind of community work?
Drugs, violence, welfare.
Adam wanted
heroin decriminalized.
He said it was what
people did for the drug
that caused the real damage.
- So Adam and Wal were friends.
- Wal was a client.
Righto, boys. Come
on, use your feet now.
Get the jab out there.
Give yourself a bit of room.
Throw that jab out.
Hey, Wal.
Hey, assalamu alaikum.
What, you're one of his mob?
Oh, only in the
eyes of some, mate.
One thing worse than an
abo, and that's a Muslim abo.
- Unless you're a gay Muslim abo.
- Hey!
You know why
we're here, don't you?
- Yeah, brother's death.
- Yeah.
What were you and
Adam talking about
the night before he was killed?
- Blackfella business.
- Now it's police business.
What about last week?
You didn't want to know.
So now we do. What was it about?
14-year-old Murray girl
drops dead in the street.
These kids are dropping
like flies around here.
14? Was she a friend of Kari's?
Yeah. Country girl. Sweet as.
Does Kari use drugs?
Don't know. You'll
have to ask him that.
His father didn't know,
but he sure was worried.
14, they think they know it all.
They're just easy targets.
Adam said we got
to stop the drugs
from destroying our community.
If you lot wouldn't end
it, then we'd have to.
How were you gonna
intend to do that?
For starters, I had
a talk to the dealer
who sold the girl the drugs.
- A talk?
- Yeah.
I may have used a
bit of push and shove.
I told him face to
face, man to man,
that he was selling
drugs that were bad.
He told me he wasn't.
I told him to stop doing it or
he'll face the blackfella law.
You think this came
back to bite King?
That I don't know.
Just have a look
at these kids, mate.
You know what?
When Cathy ran on
that rainy night in 2000,
she gave these kids
someone to look up to.
But this piece of shit
will drag them straight
down there to the gutter.
Piece of shit got a name?
Yeah, Basha. Gamal Basha.
Hey, Basha's a Leb.
Do you know him?
- No.
- He's got priors with heroin.
He's a scumbag dealer,
but is he a murderer?
He's handing out heroin
that's killing junkies.
Perhaps he just
graduated to lawyers.
Maybe.
Sergeant Blight
wants a word with you.
- What about?
- Some John Doe.
I just spoke to Inspector
Kelly at Redfern.
He says he talked to
King about the drug deaths.
Kelly suggested they cooperate.
He said King wasn't
interested, hung up.
If King was worried
about his son
and he gets Wal Burnam
to throw Basha around a bit
just as a warning, perhaps
Basha turned on him.
If no one was taking
notice of King, why top him?
What's to gain?
If King kept talking, the
police'd be forced to act.
Maybe Basha got greedy
and wanted to expand,
needed King silenced.
Did you talk to drug
squad? What'd they say?
- What?
- The drug squad.
No, there's nothing there
for us. They got nothing.
Oh, this is bullshit. I'm
gonna talk to them myself.
Yeah, over my dead body.
Oh, blood, urine, bile.
Vitreous humor
concentrations of morphine
were .68, .49, .32,
and .062 respectively.
Cause of death... heroin.
But I also observed
pulmonary edema.
The heroin was
adulterated with quinine.
Where was he found?
- Redfern Station.
- When?
Two days ago.
Look, I need you to
sign the I.D. statement.
Just, uh... Just
pull up here, man.
Why, you want to pray?
Yeah, nose on the
ground, bum in the air.
You might as well paint a
sign on my ass saying "rob me."
Well, you prayed in
the park yesterday.
In leafy Oatlands.
Not a soul in sight.
When did Allah appoint
you as my conscience?
Well, I was thinking,
if you was gonna pray,
I was gonna order some flowers.
The baby's been
keeping her up pretty late,
and she's very emotional.
It's her birthday.
Just give me five, will you?
Yeah, hi. I was wondering
if I could order a cactus.
Have you got any in flower?
Hey!
What was that?
What were you just doing?
What are you smoking?
Choof? Hammer?
- Go on. Arrest me.
- What is it?
That'll make a headline.
I'm not here for headlines.
Empty your pockets.
Come here. Empty your pockets.
- Come here.
- Get off me!
- What do you got in there?
- Fine!
I know what you're up to.
You're gonna smoke yourself
stupid now your dad's dead.
Is that what you're
gonna do, huh?
You know he was
worried about you.
All he was worried
about was Redfern.
He didn't care.
You and Dad, both full of shit.
All right. I know
you're angry, Kari.
Angry your Dad's dead.
Angry someone shot him before
he got to deal with the issues.
He never even had time
for you when he was around.
Now, we got to work together,
mate. I need your help.
And I don't have time for
you to stop being angry.
I need you to take a look
at this for me, all right?
See this guy?
His name's Basha.
You seen him before?
Did he kill my dad?
No, he's just a person of
interest. Settle down, Kari.
- Did he kill him?!
- Do you buy your drugs off him?
Your dad spoke
about this guy, all right?
Take it easy. Where you going?
- Come here.
- To the station!
Is that where this guy deals?
Is that where Basha deals?
He comes after 5:00.
The guys get off the train,
they buy the drugs,
and they get back on.
- If they're lucky.
- All right, stay away from him.
Hey, hey, hey.
- How you going?
- Yeah, members only tonight.
My name's Detective Malik.
My friend who has you in a
bear hug here is Detective Koa.
We believe we've
just seen a drug deal
between you and
your pal in the red car,
so we're gonna search
you, if you don't mind.
Yeah, I think it's a bit late
to be asking for
permission, don't you think?
Look, I'm not
laughing here, guys,
but I'm setting something
up for a very senior detective.
Yeah? Who might that be?
Unless you give
us his or her name,
we're taking you
down the station.
Can you just relax on the
arms please, man, yeah?
Detective Ray Crowley.
Ray?
Carol.
I've come for Paul's things.
He didn't have
many things, Paul.
He had his address book, though.
I'm gonna find that
Lebo mate of his,
and I'm going to tell
him what he's done.
Joe overdosed a year ago.
You want to blame
someone, blame yourself.
I went...
I went to see his counselor.
You know that? I went
to see his counselor.
You know what she said?
Tough love.
That's what she said
to me. Tough love.
That's how you
deal with addiction.
Tough love?
That's all he ever had.
And you were never there.
He stole from me.
From me.
My Rolex watch, two nights ago.
My father's watch.
It probably killed him.
You happy?
Tell me why I'm here
and why there's an
empty chair at the Lotus.
Beatty was waiting
for Ray Crowley
when we picked him up,
and he refuses to cooperate.
What does Crowley say?
- I haven't told him.
- Why not?
I asked Crowley if
he's got gigs in Redfern.
He says no. Meantime,
he's up to something.
What are you suggesting?
It'd be nice to be
on the same page.
You go home to your
wife and kids every night.
I have my girls' night
out once a month.
So before you pull this kind
of stunt again, remember that.
Whatever you're up
to Crowley, drop it.
We need... I need you.
We got Frank Beatty with
drugs. He says he's your gig.
I asked if you had sources
in Redfern, you said no.
So?
Beatty's involved in the
shit that's flooding Redfern.
Don't you think that's
relevant to our brief?
You got proof?
I saw him take delivery
from Gamal Basha.
- Dog.
- What?
Is there a problem,
mate? Did I offend you?
- You're a Leb.
- I'm Iraqi.
Same diff.
What did the Lebs
do to you, anyway?
Where's Beatty?
- What do you want?
- What do I want?
What I want...
is I want a dog to bark
the truth when you tell it to.
I want to know my words
aren't gonna
vanish in a pit of filth.
I want the truth about
the heroin in Redfern.
'Cause I come and I
ask you these things.
I come up to you and
say, "What's going down?"
What do you do? You act
all vague like you don't know.
Now I find out you're
not a dog anymore.
Don't call me a dog.
You're actually responsible.
You're selling the stuff.
Calling him a dog is not
gonna get his cooperation.
You gonna give me some tips
about interrogation techniques?
Mr. Beatty, where were you the
night Adam King was murdered?
I was at the club.
The club owner will confirm it,
and so will two pimply cops on
foot patrol who asked questions.
- We'll check it.
- What about Basha?
Well, I didn't see him.
Well, maybe he
was at the station.
- I don't know.
- Basha own a gun?
- He'd know how to get one.
- You supply a weapon?
Ohh! No. No.
Basha say anything
about King's murder?
Basha's a dealer, man.
You know what I mean?
He said King got what
he deserved, you know?
He didn't look happy, you know?
Doesn't look too good
for business, but...
What do you want me
to say to you guys, man?
- You know where he lives?
- No!
Then how do you meet?
He comes to me.
No, don't tell me lies,
'cause I don't like it.
I told you that.
Jesus, don't pull me out of
the middle of a bloody interview.
No, you're out. Stay out.
You leave this to the boys.
Oh, this is wonderful, isn't it?
We got a dead drug
crusader. We got junkies dying.
We got informers
who don't tell the truth.
We got a bureaucracy
that's not interested
in giving anyone any justice.
I'm not a bureaucrat.
This has to hold up in court.
That little turd in there is
in one piece, Pat, so go on.
Go out. Go to your party.
Go home and sleep.
Whatever you want to do.
Toecutters won't be
coming after you, will they?
You know who's going home? You.
Right.
Have I ever told you
that having you as a
boss is one hell of a bonus?
Every day you
walk in the office,
it just lightens the day.
Are you drunk?
You need me. You needed me.
There wasn't any word like
"sober" attached to the message.
Leave it to Malik to
finish. You're a mess.
I am a mess. I am.
And tomorrow it'll be the same.
But, Inspector...
you look lovely.
You do. You look all
right. You look lovely.
You should wear a dress
more often, Patricia, you know?
Femininity and power,
it's really a combination.
"Hot," I think they call it.
You can turn on the charm,
Ray, but you're not going in.
- You call Basha.
- No.
Call him.
The D's upstairs, they're
gonna do a CCR on you.
The techies'll trace him in
minutes, hours at the most.
I want him first, all right?
What you're gonna do is
you're gonna ring him up,
you're gonna tell him
the caps are underweight.
You're not happy, and you
want to set up a meeting.
Call him.
Get up against the wall.
- What?
- Get up against the wall.
Tell Beatty he's dead.
Get your gear out of the car.
Mate, I don't have it.
Get it out of the car.
Don't touch me, mate.
Search me. Search the car.
- I haven't got no gear.
- You...
Don't lay a hand on me.
You sold heroin to Paul.
Paul? Paul who?
I didn't sell no
Paul nothing, mate.
Paul. Young bloke. 19.
He always carried a guitar.
Oh, yeah, you know who
I'm talking about, don't you?
You.
People are dying in
Redfern because of you.
It all comes back to
you. You and your heroin.
Your heroin laced
with quinine, eh?
Get your hands off me.
Were you with him?
Were you there with
him when he hit up?
I told you, I don't
know nothing!
Did you bind his arm?
Did you help him? Did you?
Did you stroke that vein?
- Did you stroke that vein?
- Get your hands off!
I know your face.
I'll come after you.
Look at me 'cause
you killed my son.
- You killed my son!
- I don't know your son!
But if he takes hammer,
Daddy, it's because he loves it.
Ray. Ray! Ray!
No, this isn't how it ends.
This isn't how it ends.
I'm coming after
you. You understand?
- Break it up!
- You don't escape.
You don't escape!
Adam King spoke out about
heroin dealers in Redfern.
He named you. Did
you hear about that?
No.
Anyone ever tell you to
leave Redfern, stop dealing?
Some black bastard leant
on me. Warned me off.
I said it's a free country,
mate. I'll do what I like.
- Did that make you angry?
- Yeah.
Where were you
Tuesday, 9:20 p.m.?
Melbourne.
I caught a 5:00 flight
for my cousin's wedding.
- Tuesday?
- Second marriage, you know?
The reception was at The
Palace. Plenty of people saw me.
Well, plenty of people saw you
dealing your smack at Redfern.
They want to
lynch you out there.
Perhaps you'd like to be
placed in protective custody.
- I don't need no protection.
- If you know something, tell us.
Otherwise, for your
own protection...
- There's this client.
- Client or junkie?
Hey, you say I deal, I say
I sell car parts on eBay.
I come across this guy drunk,
telling me he's
looking for a hitman.
Did you give him any names?
He's an amateur, mate. Trouble.
What's this got to do
with the hit on King?
Redfern.
He's telling me that there's
gonna be a hit in Redfern,
then, boom, King's blown away.
What's this guy look like?
Gay guy. Calendar boy,
man. Someone's whore.
Describe him.
Blond hair. Blue eyes.
Soft cock, mate. Can I go now?
No, now we've got
to go through photos,
look for this soft-cock
calendar boy.
You can't make me do that.
King wasn't a saint.
You got to ask yourself
why he pissed off a fag.
Redfern's full of
fags. Fags and blacks.
Maybe he got one who was both.
His alibi checked out.
We had to let him go.
You kept me in
longer than four hours.
I'll report you.
We've got all the time
in the world for you.
You might, but I don't.
Hey, what does Muhammad say
about a man who
takes the life of another?
The man who has killed,
his life can be taken in return.
It's up to the
relatives of the dead.
They can be merciful.
Or not.
What are you doing up?
What are you doing?
I'm flying to Mecca.
No, Baba. Not today.
We'll save up.
We'll go as a family.
We'll go to Mecca.
You've got to wait.
- For how long?
- You've got to wait.
For how long?
Come on, Baba.
Let's go to bed.
Come on, let's go.
It's late. Let's go
to bed. Come on.
Your father listened
to what you said
about not going to Mecca alone.
- He's taking Amir.
- I've canceled the trip.
It'll be two broken
hearts now, not one,
that you'll be dealing with.
- You're looking handsome today.
- Yeah?
There's a lot of love for Adam.
It's good for Kari to know that.
Any news?
We think Adam may have been
the victim of a professional hit.
Did Adam have a run-in with
any gay men that you know of?
Why?
We're just checking
for information.
You mentioned earlier
that you think Adam
may have been having an affair.
- It's of no matter now.
- Adultery's a powerful motive.
Do you think this affair
might have been with a man?
No.
Adam loved women.
Go through the reasons again.
What were the things
that made you think
he was having an affair?
Just little things.
Days he'd iron his shirt crisp.
Wear aftershave.
And the bigger things, like...
not wanting to
have another child.
Okay.
So who do you know
that he was working with
on the days that
he ironed his shirt?
We had a professional
relationship across the court.
- Just professional?
- Occasionally we had lunch.
- What's occasional to you?
- Should I have a lawyer here?
I don't know. Have you
done something wrong?
- What's occasional? Once a year?
- Twice a week.
How does your
boyfriend feel about that?
I don't have one.
So you and Adam
confided in each other?
Yes.
Was there anything worrying him?
- His wife wasn't happy.
- I guess she had her reasons.
Adam would never leave
her. She was a political plus.
Where were you the
night Adam was killed?
We had a drink at around 6:00,
and then he rushed off
and I watched him on the TV.
Where'd you meet?
My place.
Adam wanted to
know about the powers
of the New South Wales
legal investigating body, RPA.
I wondered if he was concerned
about being investigated.
I was worried for him.
You're sure about
that? All right, thanks.
- And?
- The RPA can't help us.
They're not investigating
King. It's he who rung them.
What the hell is going on?
We're removing client files,
company records,
and trust accounts.
Approved by court, of course.
Why didn't you tell us Adam
had contacted the RPA?
I didn't know. Did you?
Interesting.
Callas has a memo
here from Peter Smith
dated the week
before King was killed.
Peter is expressing concern
that the trust account
is being mishandled.
If Adam was
mishandling the money,
why would he call up the dogs?
Adam was running
on empty, you know?
Too much pro bono,
too many handouts.
So when you tabled
your concerns about
how he was managing the
trust funds, how did he respond?
Well, he said he'd look into it.
- Into what?
- Was there money missing?
Well, no, I just wanted a more
consistent and regular way
of dealing with the accounts.
How many people could sign
these? Could Fiona Baker sign?
Fiona? No, not legitimately, no.
Checks were signed by
Adam and countersigned by me.
You needed two signatures?
No, Adam could sign by himself.
- You?
- No.
No, see, Adam had no
sense of responsibility.
He was always attending meetings
or appearing on TV
or seeking out injustice
like he was a one-man
crusade, you know?
He never had time for the
business side of the practice.
He took no responsibility there.
Sweaty, uncomfortable.
Peter look gay to you?
No.
I saw a photo of a
young man in his wallet.
- Son?
- Could be our calendar boy.
Basha's pal. Let's take a look.
Before you do, check this out.
Just had it faxed from the bank.
Peter, Peter.
Why would you lie about
something so basic?
Don't get too cocky.
There are financial puzzles that
need accounting skills to solve.
And to rort. Where's Crowley?
He's called in sick.
Malik asked me to
chase up the people
who died as a result
of the drugs in Redfern.
One was a Paul Crowley.
You think he
could be a relative?
Yeah, that's his son.
Peter, when we
spoke to you earlier,
you gave us the impression
that Adam's signature
was needed on checks.
- Did I?
- But you could also sign them.
- Is that right?
- In an emergency.
It seems like there were
quite a few emergencies.
Can you explain this?
That's what I was saying before.
Adam was otherwise engaged.
Who's Image Proprietary Limited?
They're a studio.
They do commercials,
uh, photography.
Adam agreed to
give it seed money.
Some seed. More like a forest.
Who runs this company?
I don't know. It
was an investment.
So it was more your
idea than Adam's?
- No.
- Did he even know about it?
Could I see your wallet, please?
Sure.
Here you are.
There's a photo of a
young man in this wallet.
What's his name?
His name's Greg.
- Greg who?
- Greg... Greg Small.
- Boyfriend?
- We live together.
Where does he work?
Would it be Image
Proprietary Limited?
Okay, this is, um... I
want a lawyer, okay?
I know a very
good one. The best.
But now he's dead.
So you took the
money to help Greg?
I intended to pay it back.
What was the problem?
Why couldn't you do that?
Greg's business
didn't go to plan.
- Greg have a drug problem?
- Yes.
Buy from a bloke called Basha?
I've no idea.
So you couldn't
return the money.
Adam discovered the fraud,
and you had a
problem you couldn't fix.
Yes.
Now, whose idea
was it to shoot King?
Yours or your boyfriend's?
Greg didn't have anything
to do with Adam's death.
You can't protect Greg now.
We've got a witness
that implicates him.
- Did you kill King?
- No.
- Did Greg?
- No.
So you hired someone?
I retain the right
to remain silent.
Do you know Kari?
That's King's son.
His life's shattered now.
He deserves to know the truth.
You've got an opportunity to
do something good here, Peter.
There's nothing good here.
You'll feel better
when you tell us.
Adam called me in.
And he had this look
of deep disappointment,
and I knew he wasn't
gonna let this go.
And I had no way
of making it better.
I was trapped.
There was no way out.
And Greg depended on me.
No, two men, one address.
Yep, that's it. Thanks.
Appreciate the speed.
This is the boyfriend,
and this is the gunman.
- Form for assault and armed rob.
- Got the warrant.
Why is Crowley tooling up?
Because he's the senior
detective on this case.
- He's not fit.
- Well, that's my decision.
Chin down a little.
Oh, that's hot. Haughty.
Police! Get down! Don't move!
Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- Get down! Get down!
Get down, I said! Don't move!
- Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- Get down on the ground.
- Don't hurt me, please.
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon now. Drop it.
Drop it.
I am of the dreaming,
and I'm in my dreaming.
I have a dreaming,
and my dreaming
is about sharing,
about giving a
future to our children,
whether they be they black,
white, Christian, or Muslim.
Give them a chance to
live free from all poisons,
whether they be
drugs or even attitudes.
I believe in a unified nation.
We've arrested three men
for the murder of your father.
One of them you know.
Peter Smith, your
father's accountant.
Don't let the bad guys
win, will you? Huh?
Use the pain you feel
to achieve something
and make your dad
proud of who you are.
Hang in there, mate.
Boys are waiting
for you to speak.
You up to it?
Ray, I don't know what to say.
You want a whiskey?
- Yeah, just a small one.
- Good.
Well, if you want
to get a whiskey,
you'd better get
yourself a glass.
Losing a son, um...
It must be terrible.
So take off as much
time as you need.
For what?
For whatever you need to do
to deal with your son's death.
Well...
Ah, this...
This is doing
the trick, I think.
Bound to happen.
Sooner or later.
I hope he, uh...
I hope he didn't feel alone...
when he died, Paul.
Unloved.
Apparently it's painless.
Painless.
Heroin. You just
go to sleep, happy.
Great.
He died happy.
Died with a smile on
his face. Good for him.
An addict told me once
that it's better than sex.
That's good news.
I don't even know if my son
ever had sex, but whatever,
because heroin is
better than sex, so...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
For what?
Mm...
What did the train driver say?
Uh, according to his notes,
the driver was looking
at the signal ahead.
He saw Basha falling
through his lights and braked.
Too late.
Any other witnesses?
No witnesses located.
Driver saw a man
running up the stairs.
There's bruising to the
right ribs and the right jaw,
and there's also this.
I heard about
your son. I'm sorry.
Oh, well.
Just another junkie, eh?
Basha's dead.
Did you know that?
No, mate, I didn't.
But there's one death that
won't make a jot of difference.
We know the Azzis
were selling their gear
on Vicarrio's patch.
Vicarrio's a big-time operator.
We can't get him for drugs,
but you're gonna
get him for murder?
Next time you cop it
in the head, all right?
He uses Islanders. They're
all dumb coconuts, man.
I can't tell one from the other.
When you're a Pacific
Islander with little up here,
you're always gonna end
up as someone's muscle.
He was good to me.
Paid me good money.
He paid big because
he knew one day
you'd take the
murder rap for him.
He'll do what I tell
him, and you know that.
Every man's responsible
for his own actions.
I'm putting you in charge
of this investigation.
You'll be relieving
as sergeant as of now.
It's just the Leb's turn to
climb the greasy pole, is it?
You're a dinosaur, mate.
You're a racist dinosaur.
Your time's over.
---
Give us the money!
No.
We question everyone.
We round up suspects.
We find these bastards
as soon as we can.
They're hoping their mate on
the inside might get them off.
You know what? They're
looking for someone to trust, Ray.
You're either an
Arab or you're a cop.
Don't think they
respect you, okay?
'Cause at the end of
the day, you're one of us.
Hold your fire!
You're a murdering bastard.
And you're a mad Arab.
And I am gonna do you.
Know him?
There's no I.D.
There's nothing
to say who he is.
Bad heroin is flooding
Redfern. It's killing our youth.
Now, I walk the streets,
and I see dealers
just openly selling...
- Where have you been?
- Shh!
I've contacted the police.
You promised you'd
be home to talk to Kari.
Hey, in a minute.
Why? Indifference?
- Corruption?
- No. Now.
Give me back that remote.
You have family
responsibilities.
Give me back that remote
so I can watch my interview.
No! You promised you'd be
home at 8:00 to talk to Kari.
You promised more
help around the house,
and if you don't take out the
rubbish, we're gonna miss it!
Oh, the rubbish.
That's all we ever bloody
talk about these days.
Here, son. Put it back
on. I'll be back in a minute.
"Sorry." Why is this
word so hard to say?
Because of legal ramifications.
Because if they say sorry
for the rape and for the theft
and the destruction
of our ancient lands...
may demand
reparations, restitution...
Adam?
Adam?
Adam!
Call the police! Kari, go
and call an ambulance!
Somebody help me!
Adam?
Adam?
Adam!
Go call the police!
Look at this.
He has bought and
paid for one ticket.
- One ticket only.
- I'll cancel it.
What if I die
before I see Mecca?
You can't go to Mecca alone.
Hello?
- Yeah, he is.
- I must go and see Mecca.
Your escape route.
Hello?
- I'm on the phone.
- My body is all right.
Give me one second. One second.
- My body is okay, except...
- No, no, keep going. Where?
- My head is apples.
- All right, I'll meet you there.
For the healing properties.
- Will you please... I got to go.
- I must see Mecca.
- You can't go to Mecca.
- I have to do Hajj.
It's... It's very
important to me to go.
Hey, stop there. Police only.
My name's Detective
Malik. What's your name?
Officer Grant.
Officer Grant, we come in all
shapes and colors these days.
Thanks very much.
Well, someone's done us
a favor. Victim's Adam King.
Who's Adam King?
Adam King. High-profile
criminal lawyer.
You can just see the
headlines now, can't you?
Is that kid related
to the victim?
Yeah, it's his son.
- Get him out of here.
- What have we got?
King's wife heard
two shots around 9:20.
Ballistics found
two projectiles.
First one missed him.
Second entered the side
of his head, killed him.
- Kid see the shooter?
- Says not.
Any witnesses?
Unh-unh. None of them.
They're all bloody useless.
- What's your theory?
- It wasn't robbery.
He's still got his
wallet on him.
What's happened, I think,
the shooter's had a go at him
with the first shot, missed him,
and then collected him in
the skull with the second one.
Lucky shot.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is a crime scene.
Please move back. We
want the same as you.
We want to find whoever's
responsible for this.
Settle down, eh? Come on.
You want to start a riot?
Well, it is Redfern, Malik.
When you say you want my clothes
as evidence... evidence of what?
Of the way he died.
He was shot!
I know. But there's still
questions, and maybe...
Fine. You want my clothes?
You can have them.
Kari, I know this
is hard for you.
Can we go back to
what you were saying?
Mum and dad were fighting.
So you were sitting
over there on the lounge,
and your mum and
dad were outside.
Is that when you
heard the shots?
You don't care. You're
glad my father's dead.
Kari, we admired your father.
He worked his butt
off for his people.
Did you hear anything when
you were outside? Anything?
I'd prefer if you talked
to my son in front of me.
All right, fine. Take a
seat. Get comfortable.
Now was there anything
unusual happening?
Was he worried about anything?
The world. Global warming.
Our people.
Any threats?
Threats?
All the time.
We reported them.
And the police did nothing.
I was always afraid my
husband would be taken from me.
How were things between you?
Perfect.
Dad got killed because he
spoke out against drug dealers.
And cops.
Kari, we're gonna
do whatever we can
to find the person
who killed your dad.
If that was a police
officer, they'll be charged.
I heard the locals
were restless.
Yeah, Malik tried to get on a
soapbox and he couldn't cut it.
Have you ever thought this
squad's not the right place
for a sensitive New Age male
of Middle Eastern appearance?
See, when people really are
out to get you, that's not paranoia.
Man, you want to
talk about paranoia,
you take a look at these.
Nutters.
I want every single letter read,
examined, and followed up.
And if you've still
got a private life...
My wife's birthday.
Consider it canceled.
What have we got
from crime scene?
It looks as if the gunman was
waiting here behind this bush.
Victim's come out,
gunman shot him.
Forensics have extracted
the projectile from King.
It's a hollow-point
round, .38 special.
Possibly fired by a Smith
& Wesson Model 10.
So the shooter has missed
because he or she's either
nervous or inexperienced?
- Domestic maybe?
- Could be.
There was an argument. The
son's holding something back.
Kid's been conditioned
to hate police.
Maybe he's got cause.
King's dead. Long live the king.
There's a vacancy for a king on
a crusade, maybe even a sheik.
Maybe the son's right.
Maybe King was killed
'cause he was trying to
get heroin out of Redfern.
Maybe that's unrelated.
Maybe he was killed
because he was a prick.
Oh, that's helpful.
You can say that, you
can shake your head,
you can stand there
and pose all you want,
but King got his jollies
humiliating young
coppers on the witness box.
Do I give a shit he's
dead? No, I don't.
Let's just say you're not
the only one in the force
who feels like that.
Okay, questions. Has
King been ignored?
Who did he speak to at Redfern,
and who was the dealer he named?
I'll take care of that one.
Let's get everything we can
on drug-related
deaths in Redfern.
Victims, dealers. You got
any sources we can tap?
- Ah, no. No.
- No junkies? Informers?
No junkies, mate.
They're a waste of time.
They only exchange
information for one reason...
To put shit in their veins.
Information's information.
Yeah, well, it's been a
while since I worked Redfern.
How are you?
Looking for Paul. He inside?
No, he hasn't been here for
months. The band broke up.
Well, you see him, you
give him a message.
Tell him to call me.
Yeah, he was busking the
Central a few weeks back.
That abo lawyer who got
himself whacked in Redfern,
Crusader Rabbit, you
know anything about that?
The word is he
was talking too much
and someone wanted
to shut him down.
Right. Any idea who?
- No.
- Right.
You got any idea who's
controlling the drug runs
in Redfern these days?
No, I don't know.
Well, you want
to find out for me.
Mate, I got my own work
to do here, you know?
You want to remember why
you're a free man and who you owe.
You just find out for me.
I don't know who
Adam's source was.
If Adam was getting
his information
about the bad drugs
in Redfern from a client,
then the heroin wasn't theirs.
They'll talk to us just to
get rid of the opposition.
I don't have that
client for you.
Were there any clients
who were causing trouble?
- No.
- Any dissatisfied clients?
All our clients are lambs.
- You're being very helpful.
- Thanks.
All right, where
were you at 9:20?
Working back here.
We all were except
Adam. He went home.
- What time?
- 6:00.
Apart from the drugs,
was there anything else
he was worried about?
He was a very public
personality but a very private man.
He didn't confide.
Once he delegated,
he left us alone.
All right, going
back to the clients.
He had a client list, yeah?
Ever heard of
client-lawyer privilege?
It's a quaint custom
we have in this country.
Quaint custom?
What about the Aboriginal
custom of looking after your own?
I'll think about it.
While you're thinking,
we've got a list of our own...
People who thought this world
was a better place
without your boss.
You recognize any?
Peter? Have a look.
Adam certainly wasn't
intimidated by threats or abuse.
He said it proved he
was doing a good job.
Where's Mr. King's diary?
His wife came and took it.
She came in early this morning.
Canvass got nix. No
one saw the gunman.
They were all watching
their hero on TV.
Fight in the King household,
that was a daily event.
- We loved each other.
- Come on, be honest.
Sometimes we fought.
Normal married life.
We heard you
fought all the time.
Adam was rarely at
home, difficult to live with.
- Is that right?
- You know what a conundrum is?
It's like a riddle, isn't it?
Police go to university
too these days, you know?
Yeah, well, Adam was
like a puzzle I couldn't solve.
He hid things from me.
Fears, anxieties,
what he was doing.
- And you didn't like that?
- Does your wife?
You think one of
those things killed him?
Perhaps.
You find what you were
looking for in the diary?
Could you give me
five minutes alone
with the police
officers, please?
- Why?
- Kari.
I wasn't looking for anything.
Just didn't want the press
getting ahold of dirty laundry.
An affair? Another woman?
Is that what you
were fighting about?
I wanted another
child. Adam refused.
And there was no
reason I could figure
except there was another woman.
- And he was planning to leave.
- He denied it.
The night before, Wal
Burnam, the boxer, yeah?
What was your
husband doing with Wal?
- Community work.
- What kind of community work?
Drugs, violence, welfare.
Adam wanted
heroin decriminalized.
He said it was what
people did for the drug
that caused the real damage.
- So Adam and Wal were friends.
- Wal was a client.
Righto, boys. Come
on, use your feet now.
Get the jab out there.
Give yourself a bit of room.
Throw that jab out.
Hey, Wal.
Hey, assalamu alaikum.
What, you're one of his mob?
Oh, only in the
eyes of some, mate.
One thing worse than an
abo, and that's a Muslim abo.
- Unless you're a gay Muslim abo.
- Hey!
You know why
we're here, don't you?
- Yeah, brother's death.
- Yeah.
What were you and
Adam talking about
the night before he was killed?
- Blackfella business.
- Now it's police business.
What about last week?
You didn't want to know.
So now we do. What was it about?
14-year-old Murray girl
drops dead in the street.
These kids are dropping
like flies around here.
14? Was she a friend of Kari's?
Yeah. Country girl. Sweet as.
Does Kari use drugs?
Don't know. You'll
have to ask him that.
His father didn't know,
but he sure was worried.
14, they think they know it all.
They're just easy targets.
Adam said we got
to stop the drugs
from destroying our community.
If you lot wouldn't end
it, then we'd have to.
How were you gonna
intend to do that?
For starters, I had
a talk to the dealer
who sold the girl the drugs.
- A talk?
- Yeah.
I may have used a
bit of push and shove.
I told him face to
face, man to man,
that he was selling
drugs that were bad.
He told me he wasn't.
I told him to stop doing it or
he'll face the blackfella law.
You think this came
back to bite King?
That I don't know.
Just have a look
at these kids, mate.
You know what?
When Cathy ran on
that rainy night in 2000,
she gave these kids
someone to look up to.
But this piece of shit
will drag them straight
down there to the gutter.
Piece of shit got a name?
Yeah, Basha. Gamal Basha.
Hey, Basha's a Leb.
Do you know him?
- No.
- He's got priors with heroin.
He's a scumbag dealer,
but is he a murderer?
He's handing out heroin
that's killing junkies.
Perhaps he just
graduated to lawyers.
Maybe.
Sergeant Blight
wants a word with you.
- What about?
- Some John Doe.
I just spoke to Inspector
Kelly at Redfern.
He says he talked to
King about the drug deaths.
Kelly suggested they cooperate.
He said King wasn't
interested, hung up.
If King was worried
about his son
and he gets Wal Burnam
to throw Basha around a bit
just as a warning, perhaps
Basha turned on him.
If no one was taking
notice of King, why top him?
What's to gain?
If King kept talking, the
police'd be forced to act.
Maybe Basha got greedy
and wanted to expand,
needed King silenced.
Did you talk to drug
squad? What'd they say?
- What?
- The drug squad.
No, there's nothing there
for us. They got nothing.
Oh, this is bullshit. I'm
gonna talk to them myself.
Yeah, over my dead body.
Oh, blood, urine, bile.
Vitreous humor
concentrations of morphine
were .68, .49, .32,
and .062 respectively.
Cause of death... heroin.
But I also observed
pulmonary edema.
The heroin was
adulterated with quinine.
Where was he found?
- Redfern Station.
- When?
Two days ago.
Look, I need you to
sign the I.D. statement.
Just, uh... Just
pull up here, man.
Why, you want to pray?
Yeah, nose on the
ground, bum in the air.
You might as well paint a
sign on my ass saying "rob me."
Well, you prayed in
the park yesterday.
In leafy Oatlands.
Not a soul in sight.
When did Allah appoint
you as my conscience?
Well, I was thinking,
if you was gonna pray,
I was gonna order some flowers.
The baby's been
keeping her up pretty late,
and she's very emotional.
It's her birthday.
Just give me five, will you?
Yeah, hi. I was wondering
if I could order a cactus.
Have you got any in flower?
Hey!
What was that?
What were you just doing?
What are you smoking?
Choof? Hammer?
- Go on. Arrest me.
- What is it?
That'll make a headline.
I'm not here for headlines.
Empty your pockets.
Come here. Empty your pockets.
- Come here.
- Get off me!
- What do you got in there?
- Fine!
I know what you're up to.
You're gonna smoke yourself
stupid now your dad's dead.
Is that what you're
gonna do, huh?
You know he was
worried about you.
All he was worried
about was Redfern.
He didn't care.
You and Dad, both full of shit.
All right. I know
you're angry, Kari.
Angry your Dad's dead.
Angry someone shot him before
he got to deal with the issues.
He never even had time
for you when he was around.
Now, we got to work together,
mate. I need your help.
And I don't have time for
you to stop being angry.
I need you to take a look
at this for me, all right?
See this guy?
His name's Basha.
You seen him before?
Did he kill my dad?
No, he's just a person of
interest. Settle down, Kari.
- Did he kill him?!
- Do you buy your drugs off him?
Your dad spoke
about this guy, all right?
Take it easy. Where you going?
- Come here.
- To the station!
Is that where this guy deals?
Is that where Basha deals?
He comes after 5:00.
The guys get off the train,
they buy the drugs,
and they get back on.
- If they're lucky.
- All right, stay away from him.
Hey, hey, hey.
- How you going?
- Yeah, members only tonight.
My name's Detective Malik.
My friend who has you in a
bear hug here is Detective Koa.
We believe we've
just seen a drug deal
between you and
your pal in the red car,
so we're gonna search
you, if you don't mind.
Yeah, I think it's a bit late
to be asking for
permission, don't you think?
Look, I'm not
laughing here, guys,
but I'm setting something
up for a very senior detective.
Yeah? Who might that be?
Unless you give
us his or her name,
we're taking you
down the station.
Can you just relax on the
arms please, man, yeah?
Detective Ray Crowley.
Ray?
Carol.
I've come for Paul's things.
He didn't have
many things, Paul.
He had his address book, though.
I'm gonna find that
Lebo mate of his,
and I'm going to tell
him what he's done.
Joe overdosed a year ago.
You want to blame
someone, blame yourself.
I went...
I went to see his counselor.
You know that? I went
to see his counselor.
You know what she said?
Tough love.
That's what she said
to me. Tough love.
That's how you
deal with addiction.
Tough love?
That's all he ever had.
And you were never there.
He stole from me.
From me.
My Rolex watch, two nights ago.
My father's watch.
It probably killed him.
You happy?
Tell me why I'm here
and why there's an
empty chair at the Lotus.
Beatty was waiting
for Ray Crowley
when we picked him up,
and he refuses to cooperate.
What does Crowley say?
- I haven't told him.
- Why not?
I asked Crowley if
he's got gigs in Redfern.
He says no. Meantime,
he's up to something.
What are you suggesting?
It'd be nice to be
on the same page.
You go home to your
wife and kids every night.
I have my girls' night
out once a month.
So before you pull this kind
of stunt again, remember that.
Whatever you're up
to Crowley, drop it.
We need... I need you.
We got Frank Beatty with
drugs. He says he's your gig.
I asked if you had sources
in Redfern, you said no.
So?
Beatty's involved in the
shit that's flooding Redfern.
Don't you think that's
relevant to our brief?
You got proof?
I saw him take delivery
from Gamal Basha.
- Dog.
- What?
Is there a problem,
mate? Did I offend you?
- You're a Leb.
- I'm Iraqi.
Same diff.
What did the Lebs
do to you, anyway?
Where's Beatty?
- What do you want?
- What do I want?
What I want...
is I want a dog to bark
the truth when you tell it to.
I want to know my words
aren't gonna
vanish in a pit of filth.
I want the truth about
the heroin in Redfern.
'Cause I come and I
ask you these things.
I come up to you and
say, "What's going down?"
What do you do? You act
all vague like you don't know.
Now I find out you're
not a dog anymore.
Don't call me a dog.
You're actually responsible.
You're selling the stuff.
Calling him a dog is not
gonna get his cooperation.
You gonna give me some tips
about interrogation techniques?
Mr. Beatty, where were you the
night Adam King was murdered?
I was at the club.
The club owner will confirm it,
and so will two pimply cops on
foot patrol who asked questions.
- We'll check it.
- What about Basha?
Well, I didn't see him.
Well, maybe he
was at the station.
- I don't know.
- Basha own a gun?
- He'd know how to get one.
- You supply a weapon?
Ohh! No. No.
Basha say anything
about King's murder?
Basha's a dealer, man.
You know what I mean?
He said King got what
he deserved, you know?
He didn't look happy, you know?
Doesn't look too good
for business, but...
What do you want me
to say to you guys, man?
- You know where he lives?
- No!
Then how do you meet?
He comes to me.
No, don't tell me lies,
'cause I don't like it.
I told you that.
Jesus, don't pull me out of
the middle of a bloody interview.
No, you're out. Stay out.
You leave this to the boys.
Oh, this is wonderful, isn't it?
We got a dead drug
crusader. We got junkies dying.
We got informers
who don't tell the truth.
We got a bureaucracy
that's not interested
in giving anyone any justice.
I'm not a bureaucrat.
This has to hold up in court.
That little turd in there is
in one piece, Pat, so go on.
Go out. Go to your party.
Go home and sleep.
Whatever you want to do.
Toecutters won't be
coming after you, will they?
You know who's going home? You.
Right.
Have I ever told you
that having you as a
boss is one hell of a bonus?
Every day you
walk in the office,
it just lightens the day.
Are you drunk?
You need me. You needed me.
There wasn't any word like
"sober" attached to the message.
Leave it to Malik to
finish. You're a mess.
I am a mess. I am.
And tomorrow it'll be the same.
But, Inspector...
you look lovely.
You do. You look all
right. You look lovely.
You should wear a dress
more often, Patricia, you know?
Femininity and power,
it's really a combination.
"Hot," I think they call it.
You can turn on the charm,
Ray, but you're not going in.
- You call Basha.
- No.
Call him.
The D's upstairs, they're
gonna do a CCR on you.
The techies'll trace him in
minutes, hours at the most.
I want him first, all right?
What you're gonna do is
you're gonna ring him up,
you're gonna tell him
the caps are underweight.
You're not happy, and you
want to set up a meeting.
Call him.
Get up against the wall.
- What?
- Get up against the wall.
Tell Beatty he's dead.
Get your gear out of the car.
Mate, I don't have it.
Get it out of the car.
Don't touch me, mate.
Search me. Search the car.
- I haven't got no gear.
- You...
Don't lay a hand on me.
You sold heroin to Paul.
Paul? Paul who?
I didn't sell no
Paul nothing, mate.
Paul. Young bloke. 19.
He always carried a guitar.
Oh, yeah, you know who
I'm talking about, don't you?
You.
People are dying in
Redfern because of you.
It all comes back to
you. You and your heroin.
Your heroin laced
with quinine, eh?
Get your hands off me.
Were you with him?
Were you there with
him when he hit up?
I told you, I don't
know nothing!
Did you bind his arm?
Did you help him? Did you?
Did you stroke that vein?
- Did you stroke that vein?
- Get your hands off!
I know your face.
I'll come after you.
Look at me 'cause
you killed my son.
- You killed my son!
- I don't know your son!
But if he takes hammer,
Daddy, it's because he loves it.
Ray. Ray! Ray!
No, this isn't how it ends.
This isn't how it ends.
I'm coming after
you. You understand?
- Break it up!
- You don't escape.
You don't escape!
Adam King spoke out about
heroin dealers in Redfern.
He named you. Did
you hear about that?
No.
Anyone ever tell you to
leave Redfern, stop dealing?
Some black bastard leant
on me. Warned me off.
I said it's a free country,
mate. I'll do what I like.
- Did that make you angry?
- Yeah.
Where were you
Tuesday, 9:20 p.m.?
Melbourne.
I caught a 5:00 flight
for my cousin's wedding.
- Tuesday?
- Second marriage, you know?
The reception was at The
Palace. Plenty of people saw me.
Well, plenty of people saw you
dealing your smack at Redfern.
They want to
lynch you out there.
Perhaps you'd like to be
placed in protective custody.
- I don't need no protection.
- If you know something, tell us.
Otherwise, for your
own protection...
- There's this client.
- Client or junkie?
Hey, you say I deal, I say
I sell car parts on eBay.
I come across this guy drunk,
telling me he's
looking for a hitman.
Did you give him any names?
He's an amateur, mate. Trouble.
What's this got to do
with the hit on King?
Redfern.
He's telling me that there's
gonna be a hit in Redfern,
then, boom, King's blown away.
What's this guy look like?
Gay guy. Calendar boy,
man. Someone's whore.
Describe him.
Blond hair. Blue eyes.
Soft cock, mate. Can I go now?
No, now we've got
to go through photos,
look for this soft-cock
calendar boy.
You can't make me do that.
King wasn't a saint.
You got to ask yourself
why he pissed off a fag.
Redfern's full of
fags. Fags and blacks.
Maybe he got one who was both.
His alibi checked out.
We had to let him go.
You kept me in
longer than four hours.
I'll report you.
We've got all the time
in the world for you.
You might, but I don't.
Hey, what does Muhammad say
about a man who
takes the life of another?
The man who has killed,
his life can be taken in return.
It's up to the
relatives of the dead.
They can be merciful.
Or not.
What are you doing up?
What are you doing?
I'm flying to Mecca.
No, Baba. Not today.
We'll save up.
We'll go as a family.
We'll go to Mecca.
You've got to wait.
- For how long?
- You've got to wait.
For how long?
Come on, Baba.
Let's go to bed.
Come on, let's go.
It's late. Let's go
to bed. Come on.
Your father listened
to what you said
about not going to Mecca alone.
- He's taking Amir.
- I've canceled the trip.
It'll be two broken
hearts now, not one,
that you'll be dealing with.
- You're looking handsome today.
- Yeah?
There's a lot of love for Adam.
It's good for Kari to know that.
Any news?
We think Adam may have been
the victim of a professional hit.
Did Adam have a run-in with
any gay men that you know of?
Why?
We're just checking
for information.
You mentioned earlier
that you think Adam
may have been having an affair.
- It's of no matter now.
- Adultery's a powerful motive.
Do you think this affair
might have been with a man?
No.
Adam loved women.
Go through the reasons again.
What were the things
that made you think
he was having an affair?
Just little things.
Days he'd iron his shirt crisp.
Wear aftershave.
And the bigger things, like...
not wanting to
have another child.
Okay.
So who do you know
that he was working with
on the days that
he ironed his shirt?
We had a professional
relationship across the court.
- Just professional?
- Occasionally we had lunch.
- What's occasional to you?
- Should I have a lawyer here?
I don't know. Have you
done something wrong?
- What's occasional? Once a year?
- Twice a week.
How does your
boyfriend feel about that?
I don't have one.
So you and Adam
confided in each other?
Yes.
Was there anything worrying him?
- His wife wasn't happy.
- I guess she had her reasons.
Adam would never leave
her. She was a political plus.
Where were you the
night Adam was killed?
We had a drink at around 6:00,
and then he rushed off
and I watched him on the TV.
Where'd you meet?
My place.
Adam wanted to
know about the powers
of the New South Wales
legal investigating body, RPA.
I wondered if he was concerned
about being investigated.
I was worried for him.
You're sure about
that? All right, thanks.
- And?
- The RPA can't help us.
They're not investigating
King. It's he who rung them.
What the hell is going on?
We're removing client files,
company records,
and trust accounts.
Approved by court, of course.
Why didn't you tell us Adam
had contacted the RPA?
I didn't know. Did you?
Interesting.
Callas has a memo
here from Peter Smith
dated the week
before King was killed.
Peter is expressing concern
that the trust account
is being mishandled.
If Adam was
mishandling the money,
why would he call up the dogs?
Adam was running
on empty, you know?
Too much pro bono,
too many handouts.
So when you tabled
your concerns about
how he was managing the
trust funds, how did he respond?
Well, he said he'd look into it.
- Into what?
- Was there money missing?
Well, no, I just wanted a more
consistent and regular way
of dealing with the accounts.
How many people could sign
these? Could Fiona Baker sign?
Fiona? No, not legitimately, no.
Checks were signed by
Adam and countersigned by me.
You needed two signatures?
No, Adam could sign by himself.
- You?
- No.
No, see, Adam had no
sense of responsibility.
He was always attending meetings
or appearing on TV
or seeking out injustice
like he was a one-man
crusade, you know?
He never had time for the
business side of the practice.
He took no responsibility there.
Sweaty, uncomfortable.
Peter look gay to you?
No.
I saw a photo of a
young man in his wallet.
- Son?
- Could be our calendar boy.
Basha's pal. Let's take a look.
Before you do, check this out.
Just had it faxed from the bank.
Peter, Peter.
Why would you lie about
something so basic?
Don't get too cocky.
There are financial puzzles that
need accounting skills to solve.
And to rort. Where's Crowley?
He's called in sick.
Malik asked me to
chase up the people
who died as a result
of the drugs in Redfern.
One was a Paul Crowley.
You think he
could be a relative?
Yeah, that's his son.
Peter, when we
spoke to you earlier,
you gave us the impression
that Adam's signature
was needed on checks.
- Did I?
- But you could also sign them.
- Is that right?
- In an emergency.
It seems like there were
quite a few emergencies.
Can you explain this?
That's what I was saying before.
Adam was otherwise engaged.
Who's Image Proprietary Limited?
They're a studio.
They do commercials,
uh, photography.
Adam agreed to
give it seed money.
Some seed. More like a forest.
Who runs this company?
I don't know. It
was an investment.
So it was more your
idea than Adam's?
- No.
- Did he even know about it?
Could I see your wallet, please?
Sure.
Here you are.
There's a photo of a
young man in this wallet.
What's his name?
His name's Greg.
- Greg who?
- Greg... Greg Small.
- Boyfriend?
- We live together.
Where does he work?
Would it be Image
Proprietary Limited?
Okay, this is, um... I
want a lawyer, okay?
I know a very
good one. The best.
But now he's dead.
So you took the
money to help Greg?
I intended to pay it back.
What was the problem?
Why couldn't you do that?
Greg's business
didn't go to plan.
- Greg have a drug problem?
- Yes.
Buy from a bloke called Basha?
I've no idea.
So you couldn't
return the money.
Adam discovered the fraud,
and you had a
problem you couldn't fix.
Yes.
Now, whose idea
was it to shoot King?
Yours or your boyfriend's?
Greg didn't have anything
to do with Adam's death.
You can't protect Greg now.
We've got a witness
that implicates him.
- Did you kill King?
- No.
- Did Greg?
- No.
So you hired someone?
I retain the right
to remain silent.
Do you know Kari?
That's King's son.
His life's shattered now.
He deserves to know the truth.
You've got an opportunity to
do something good here, Peter.
There's nothing good here.
You'll feel better
when you tell us.
Adam called me in.
And he had this look
of deep disappointment,
and I knew he wasn't
gonna let this go.
And I had no way
of making it better.
I was trapped.
There was no way out.
And Greg depended on me.
No, two men, one address.
Yep, that's it. Thanks.
Appreciate the speed.
This is the boyfriend,
and this is the gunman.
- Form for assault and armed rob.
- Got the warrant.
Why is Crowley tooling up?
Because he's the senior
detective on this case.
- He's not fit.
- Well, that's my decision.
Chin down a little.
Oh, that's hot. Haughty.
Police! Get down! Don't move!
Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- Get down! Get down!
Get down, I said! Don't move!
- Down! Get down!
- Get down!
- Get down on the ground.
- Don't hurt me, please.
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon now. Drop it.
Drop it.
I am of the dreaming,
and I'm in my dreaming.
I have a dreaming,
and my dreaming
is about sharing,
about giving a
future to our children,
whether they be they black,
white, Christian, or Muslim.
Give them a chance to
live free from all poisons,
whether they be
drugs or even attitudes.
I believe in a unified nation.
We've arrested three men
for the murder of your father.
One of them you know.
Peter Smith, your
father's accountant.
Don't let the bad guys
win, will you? Huh?
Use the pain you feel
to achieve something
and make your dad
proud of who you are.
Hang in there, mate.
Boys are waiting
for you to speak.
You up to it?
Ray, I don't know what to say.
You want a whiskey?
- Yeah, just a small one.
- Good.
Well, if you want
to get a whiskey,
you'd better get
yourself a glass.
Losing a son, um...
It must be terrible.
So take off as much
time as you need.
For what?
For whatever you need to do
to deal with your son's death.
Well...
Ah, this...
This is doing
the trick, I think.
Bound to happen.
Sooner or later.
I hope he, uh...
I hope he didn't feel alone...
when he died, Paul.
Unloved.
Apparently it's painless.
Painless.
Heroin. You just
go to sleep, happy.
Great.
He died happy.
Died with a smile on
his face. Good for him.
An addict told me once
that it's better than sex.
That's good news.
I don't even know if my son
ever had sex, but whatever,
because heroin is
better than sex, so...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
For what?
Mm...
What did the train driver say?
Uh, according to his notes,
the driver was looking
at the signal ahead.
He saw Basha falling
through his lights and braked.
Too late.
Any other witnesses?
No witnesses located.
Driver saw a man
running up the stairs.
There's bruising to the
right ribs and the right jaw,
and there's also this.
I heard about
your son. I'm sorry.
Oh, well.
Just another junkie, eh?
Basha's dead.
Did you know that?
No, mate, I didn't.
But there's one death that
won't make a jot of difference.
We know the Azzis
were selling their gear
on Vicarrio's patch.
Vicarrio's a big-time operator.
We can't get him for drugs,
but you're gonna
get him for murder?
Next time you cop it
in the head, all right?
He uses Islanders. They're
all dumb coconuts, man.
I can't tell one from the other.
When you're a Pacific
Islander with little up here,
you're always gonna end
up as someone's muscle.
He was good to me.
Paid me good money.
He paid big because
he knew one day
you'd take the
murder rap for him.
He'll do what I tell
him, and you know that.
Every man's responsible
for his own actions.
I'm putting you in charge
of this investigation.
You'll be relieving
as sergeant as of now.
It's just the Leb's turn to
climb the greasy pole, is it?
You're a dinosaur, mate.
You're a racist dinosaur.
Your time's over.