Blue Murder: Killer Cop (2017): Season 1, Episode 1 - Part One - full transcript
- Once a poster boy for good policing,
but tonight Roger Rogerson
is a convicted killer
for murdering a young
student in a drug deal gone.
Rogerson's nickname The
Dodger was well earned.
Back in his glory days, he was
nominated for Bravery awards.
Back in the early 80s, the allure of drugs
and the dark side of law took hold.
- A jury cleared
Rogerson over Lanfranchi's death.
Lanfranchi's girlfriend,
prostitute Sally-Anne Huckstepp
publicly implicated Rogerson.
She was murdered.
The jury would later acquit Rogerson
of conspiring to murder undercover
drug cop, Michael Drury.
Rogerson was once known as The Enforcer.
Cunning, ruthless, brilliant.
- This is home for the rest of my life.
They convicted me of murder
and commercial drug supply.
Not complaining.
Just telling you.
All right.
I believe my earliest memory.
I was sitting on my father's
shoulders watching a parade.
In early '45, soldiers
home from winning the war.
Beating the Japs.
All I ever wanted to be was one of them.
A hero.
And I am.
Get out.
Get out.
Fucking get out.
Get out the car.
You sleep easy 'cause people like me
kept things neat and tidy.
You know.
I've probably known more about criminals
and how to catch them than any
other 10 blokes in the country.
Makes me wonder how I got in here,
but that's another story.
That's what happens when you
cross paths with shit heads.
- Okay we're good.
- Lot of crims.
Some of them still in here who'll tell you
that I verballed them.
Maybe I did.
Some of them.
You know, I know I did.
You do what you have
to do to get a result.
Tell a little porcupine.
Who knows?
Maybe I'm telling porcupines now.
But there are the facts
and there's the truth
and they aren't always a match.
Hello Warren.
I've been in this force since I was a kid.
How dare they treat me this way?
- Get off him.
Get off him.
Get your hands off him you.
- He's a jewel thief.
- You suck.
- They sacked me.
I'd been out of the force for four years
doing any shit job I could find.
Looking for a way to get
back into the main game.
And here it was.
- What's this?
- I've no idea, Officer.
- Michael Hurley, one
of the richest crims in town.
This was the chance to get him on side.
- It's hers, mate.
- For real? You put her
in the shit that quickly.
Sweetheart, is this yours?
- No.
- You sure?
It's not hers.
- But to do it, I'd
have to cross Mark Standen.
A Fed.
A star investigator.
They were calling him
the new Roger Rogerson.
- Bring him along.
Put him in back.
- You got it wrong, officer.
- Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
- Michael, shut up.
- To save Hurley,
I was gonna need to switch evidence.
It was doable with a few of our cop mates.
Cocaine looks a lot like
baby formula, you know.
- Whites, cocaine,
and commercial quantity C.
Charge them both.
We're gonna have to process her, too.
- I need a lawyer, too.
I'm not staying here.
- Calm down.
- I didn't do it.
- The press called me
disgraced former detective,
but I was always welcomed
in my old statin.
- Robert, Dave.
How are you?
- Good mate.
- Larry.
Switch this for us.
Will you mate?
- There you are.
You're beautiful, mate.
Baby formula.
Who would've thought of that?
- Don't ever kiss me again.
- What do I owe ya?
What do I owe ya?
- Not a kiss I'll tell you that.
- Whatever it is, I'll double it.
- Well don't double it...
- Let's get a round of
drinks here for everyone.
- Who?
- Drinks for everybody.
We're here for a good time or a short one?
- Well I'm here for a good time.
- Just get off me, will ya.
- Jesus.
- Hey love, you all right?
You having a goodnight yeah.
- What do I owe ya?
- Come on, darling.
- What can I do for you?
- Well, I'll think of something.
- Now will you
have a drink with me?
- No, I can't.
I'm working.
- Why won't you have a drink with me?
- I'm working.
- I don't like to drink alone.
- I'm working, mate.
- Why don't ya?
- 'Cause I'm working.
- Why don't you have one?
Have one.
- Just to shut you up.
- One shot.
- He tried to touch me but wouldn't pay.
- All right.
I've got one for degree of difficulty.
I challenge this for
the Australian record.
Come on.
Three to one, boys.
Get on it.
Three to one.
- Yeah.
- You'll go down with him.
You'll go down with him.
- He's not going anywhere, mate, is he?
- I promise you.
I'll get both of you.
- How?
- Get off me.
- When you're a jumped up customer's type.
You're not a policeman's asshole.
- We'll see.
Fucking disgrace.
- Fucking disgrace.
- What a dickhead.
- You're a disgrace.
- You're a disgrace.
- You're a bloody disgrace.
To scheme and fight.
Cut corners where you need to.
Then you find the best
and most important thing
in your life standing next to
you in a Lebanese takeaway.
- Chili sauce on that, mate?
- No.
I'm not your mate.
All right?
Give you a hand with those.
No, I know you're strong.
You don't need help, but you know.
We're both going the same ways.
- You don't know where I'm going.
- Yeah, I do.
You live a couple of blocks
down from where I used to live.
I'm not stalking you or anything.
I've just you know seen
you about the place.
- You're Roger Rogerson.
- Yes.
Guilty.
Don't believe everything you
read in the papers all right.
- Anne, Anne Melocco.
- That's pretty.
- Your name.
She got the house.
I got the trailer.
It's all right.
My fault, not hers.
Okay, I might be getting
ahead of myself here,
but I'd like to see you again.
- I suppose you'll find me.
You are a detective.
- Disgraced, former detective.
- Well, I don't believe everything I read.
- Good.
- Roger.
- IDs.
Standard.
Pricks a federal.
There was a time we wouldn't
let him in the building.
- Not his call.
Times have changed.
- What does he want?
- Michael Hurley.
He had him.
You let him go.
- He had him on a piss
ant, little street deal.
- He was leverage.
Hurley owes you.
Work with him for a couple months.
Give Hurley to Standen.
He will help you on this.
- Operation Amigas still ongoing.
- I was found innocent
of the Drury shooting.
Word on the street is that Chris Flannery
might've had something to do with it.
- You were found not guilty
and Flannery's disappeared,
which is convenient.
We can still find assault, extortion.
Even kidnapping charges.
Do that all in your head.
- How you gonna do that?
- Get Neddy
Smith to roll on you.
- There's not a court in the land
that's gonna listen to Neddy Smith.
He's a convicted killer.
- You wanna bet?
- Yeah, I wanna bet.
Jesus, where did you two idiots come from?
I mean, did you get in with
union degrees or something?
Sociology.
Gender studies.
Are you living at home with mom?
I mean I was doing this shit
when you two were fetuses.
- You passed your years by, Roger.
You and your dirty mates both.
- You keep talking, I'm
gonna pick up that phone book
and give you a fucking
Master's degree in policing.
Charge me all right.
Don't bluff if you haven't got
the balls to follow through.
Jesus, it's like amateur
week at Pumpkin Creek.
Don't do this shit on the streets
or they're gonna take your little gun
and shove it up your ass.
Fuck.
Neddy was an old mate.
In for life.
Truth be told, he could've
been in for three lifetimes.
- Who are you here for?
- Neddy Smith.
Neddy Smith.
Serious crim.
Really good mate.
One of the best.
I tried to have him killed one time,
but that was a misunderstanding.
- What would you know?
You're not the golden
head boy anymore, mate.
- You will always be on the outside.
You have no choice in that matter.
Do you understand me?
- Things you see when
you don't have a gun.
- Hi Ned.
- Look at me.
Pathetic, aren't I?
- Nah, mate.
Looking great.
- It's this fucking Parkinson's.
- They looking out for you?
- You're the top of
class mate at the school.
You probably don't ask
yourself wonder what I'll do?
I know.
I'll be a quack at Long Bay.
- Right.
So you got the B team?
Well.
Anything you know.
Anything you need I can see
if I can get you something brought in.
- Anything any good probably kill me.
- We had some
good times, didn't we Ned?
- Mixed.
- Mixed.
Yeah.
You gotta laugh.
- Yeah, you gotta laugh.
It's been awhile, Roger.
What is it you want?
- They're looking at me for
some untidy bank accounts.
Perhaps some other matters.
Could get ugly.
They might wanna talk to you.
You know, see if they can
bring any other charges,
but that's over to you really.
- Christ, mate.
I can barely remember breakfast.
What could I tell them?
- There are some blokes
you take an instant dislike to.
Saves time.
Glen McNamara wanted
to be known as Big Mac.
I called him Little Burger.
- Hey, Glen McNamara.
Just started working up here at the Cross
with Larry and Chuck.
- Where were you before?
- With Joy, Vennela.
I was in uniform down there.
- At National Crime Authority.
- Yeah, yeah in between.
- Looking at police?
- Nah just politicians.
Councils. That sort of thing, you know.
- And police?
- Nah.
- Churchill's a good man.
So are the others.
- Yeah, they are.
- Good.
- Dwight.
- Well what do you want to eat?
I'll just tell them you're
bringing in. I'm catered today.
Or pick up.
- Get off me.
She's a bloke.
She's got a dick.
- Listen to me, dickhead.
They're cops all right.
You want your charges light?
- I'm not a queer.
- You want some headlights?
I don't care, mate.
Out you go.
- Call me.
- Piss off.
Jesus Christ.
One born every minute.
- Have you checked him out?
- Yup, he's sweet.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Looks like a dickhead to me.
- Just 'cause
he looks like a dickhead
doesn't actually mean
he is a dickhead, Roger.
- Well an educated guess, mate.
He's a dickhead.
- You got a feeling?
- I've got a feeling.
- Could be gas, mate.
- Roger.
Jed Wilson, Internal Police Security here.
- Jesus Christ.
- You wanna get in the car?
Get in the car.
- Hi Roger.
- You haven't got the balls.
- I'm not gonna shoot you.
You see I'm not you.
And you're not Christopher Flannery.
- No, I'm not.
- No, you're a little bit
worse than that, aren't you?
We're just gonna have a little chat.
Jed, you wanna take us
somewhere we can do that.
- If you want
Michael Hurley, do your job.
- I'm not even here, Roger.
You see, this is an
internal affairs matter.
- And it isn't about Hurley.
Except that it was you and Churchill
that switched evidence for him.
So, that's what we've got Churchill for
and I need Hurley to get him.
Him and your other old mates.
We are cleaning them out.
- No.
Instead of going after good coppers,
why don't you do what they do?
Go after some kiddie fiddlers,
rapists, wife beaters.
You know what I'm saying?
You know, do what you're paid to do.
- This is what I'm paid to do.
And nobody knows more about
corrupt police than you.
- Is that a compliment?
- No, is that a joke?
You're such a smart ass, Roger.
Aren't you?
And why?
Because you're a bouncer in a titty bar.
Maybe I will shoot you.
Dump you in the harbor.
Won't be that hard.
- It's not hard if you got it in you.
Have you got it in you?
- I can do you some good
on the bank account charges
if you give us Churchill.
He gives us Fowler and anybody
else with their hands out.
- Or?
- Or you're going to wear it.
- We are cleaning out
the black knights, Roger.
We're gonna roll these
people up regardless
there's so many teams investigating.
The Crimes Commission,
Internal Affairs, the Feds.
It's over.
- Hear that?
He's right.
So, there's one seat
left on the lifeboat now.
Do you want it or not?
You think this is funny?
- Saved on a lifeboat.
Why don't you shove
your lifeboat up your ass?
- Tough guy get out of the car.
Get out of the car, Roger.
Now.
Where you go.
You're a fool, Roger.
- I've always said,
if you're gonna pull out
a gun, you should use it.
My old mate Larry
thought he was on a roll.
What he didn't know was that
he had two good men and a dog.
- Against the wall.
Stay there, stay there.
- Get your
hands on your bloody head.
Get on the floor.
Don't move.
- Get on the floor now.
- Hands behind your back.
- On your feet.
- Stay down.
- I have arrested you before, haven't I?
What about five years ago?
- Six.
- Where is it?
- Manhole.
- All clear.
- Hey Sergeant.
I'll piece these to us.
I'm keeping this guy.
We'll manage from here thanks.
- You want us to search the place?
- No, we'll manage thanks.
Thanks.
- Okay guys, we're out of here.
- Where's the cash?
- What cash?
- Glen, you wanna have a chat with him?
Go again.
- It's in the fucking fridge.
- Sarge.
- How much?
- About 12 and a half thousand.
- 12 and a half thousand.
Proceeds of crime that now belongs to us.
So does this.
Agreed?
- Don't sulk, John.
- Here's the good news.
You get to keep this.
You're working for us now, mate.
- Doing what?
- Amphetamines.
How much can you move?
- As much as I can get.
- All right.
Glen here will bring 'em to you.
Turn around.
- We're gonna split it?
- No, we're not gonna split it.
12 grand.
We go on an all expensive paid holiday.
The three of us to Manila.
There's a young girl there I had my eye on
the last time I was there.
- Bloody hell though.
She's a bit young though.
- The only reason
she looks young to you
is because you're getting older, mate.
- It's like these girls coming
out of the police academy.
Put them in a uniform and a big guy woo.
Hey Glen.
- Yeah?
- It's your turn next time.
- Maybe it's best to
leave me out of this one.
- Why would we do that?
You're in it.
- Well, this Dan.
I don't know him.
- You met him.
You pick up the amphetamines.
You deliver them to Mancini
and you collect the cash.
It's a piece of piss, Glen.
- All right.
Then why can't Dan give
them to me instead of...
- And then what, mate?
It's like sending the checks
in the mail and don't worry.
I promise I won't come in your mouth.
You do your bid and you
come next time okay.
- McNamara spotted us.
He's come into Internal Affairs.
It's a preemptive roll.
- Right.
You think he knows anything?
- He has to.
He's in with Churchill.
- Do we know anything about Rogerson?
- I'll find out.
- Looks like Rogerson
missed his last lifeline.
Lucky trails.
- You knew we were onto you.
That's why you've come in.
You're dirty.
- What?
I'm not corrupt.
I'm helping you.
- Right.
Well Churchill seems to
think you're corrupt.
Why would he think that?
- They left money in my desk drawer.
I needed them to think that I
was one of them so I took it.
- What did you do with it?
- Spent it.
- Why didn't you come to us?
- I was afraid.
They're in with Rogerson.
- You're gonna
collect the drugs from Dan
and get him talking.
You're gonna get Rogerson talking.
- No, no, no.
- You're gonna wear a wire.
- Not Rogerson.
- We can protect
you from Rogerson.
- No, you can't.
- You don't have a choice.
This is your get out of jail card.
- I'll have to resign from the force.
- Good.
- He said that he has
credit 'til last call.
- How you doing?
- I'll give it to you next time.
All right?
So long sweetheart.
- Quite a night.
- Not really.
- No, I just mean for
me with Larry, Chuck,
and Hazell in Manila for a few days.
Spending some of your money.
- Thing you gave
Larry for the Hurley thing.
- Jesus Christ.
- The baby formula.
- You all right, mate?
You look very stressed.
How's the body?
- Good.
- It's all right.
I mean, you could get a rub down.
There's a lot of beautiful ladies here
be happy to give you a little rub down.
- Thanks.
No, no, no, I'm good.
- You sure?
- Actually got a few people.
I'll see you later.
- He'll be lucky if
Roger doesn't kill him.
- Your mate McNamara's in
here and he's wearing a wire
and he's talking to Dolly and Fisk
and they're spilling their guts.
- You sure?
- Yeah, how bad is it?
- Very.
- You know you may be
better off staying over there.
- No, bugger that.
They'll just extradite me.
- Well, mate.
We had some fun.
- Aye, yeah we did.
Now I'll come home, do
my two or three years.
Then back here.
Happy days.
No retirement fund.
Fuck 'em.
- Clock 'em.
- Here we go.
You knew this was happening.
- Yup.
- All right, we'll miss you.
- You bloody loser, McNamara.
- Put him in the car.
- Well good mate.
- Well that's the end of an era.
- It is.
Leaves me rich stranded.
These blokes were all I had going for me.
- Guess you're stuck with me.
- No offense, mate, but I always
draw the line with dealing drugs.
- So do I.
I import wholesale.
It's business.
Never touched the stuff.
- I'll be all right.
- There goes your protection.
- This goes all self interest.
- You said he was gonna roll.
He hasn't rolled.
- Internal Affairs is charging Churchill.
- What about Rogerson?
- We've got nothing on him
if Churchill doesn't roll, which he won't.
- They can get him for perjury.
- That's years old, boss.
- No, they can get him.
- Hurley was right.
Any protection I had was gone
and it didn't take them long.
They got me for a couple
of dodgy bank accounts.
One up from jaywalking.
Three years for that.
Truth is they were still sulking
because I was acquitted
of the Drury shooting.
- Let's hurry up.
That's it now.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
That way.
- What you are is dirty cops
and dogs and pedophiles and you're here
'cause no decent criminal
would tolerate you.
So turn around, bend over,
spread your cheeks and cough.
- You're a wannabe cop
on what 30,000 a year.
I've already been searched.
- And by the time I'm done,
you are gonna be Mary Rogerson.
Get back up.
- Hey Roger.
I hear you like taking it in the ass.
Come and see me for round two.
- You're in my spot.
You've forgotten me, haven't you?
- No, I haven't forgotten you.
- You verbaled me.
- Didn't have to verbal you.
- You know what I fucking need now?
I need to piss.
Where you going you big fed?
Here you go.
Everyday, every meal.
You can eat it or you can starve.
Fuck off.
- What's the story there?
- He owns the place.
Extortion, drugs, money lending.
- Extortion?
- He can kill your parole.
Send you back to Long Bay.
Behind you.
- Sorry I should've checked.
Is this all right?
Me being here?
- What do you mean?
Is it all right?
It's better than all right.
Jesus.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Except ours were cooked.
- I'm so sorry.
You don't have to do it again.
You're not bad though.
- It's the best.
This is the best mince pie
I've ever had in my life.
- Did you declare that for the gate?
- Yes.
- They search you?
- No.
- Stand up.
Should've searched you.
Stand still.
- Roger.
Roger, look at me.
Look at me.
Doesn't matter.
Look at me.
Look at me.
- Hey mate.
- Hey.
That's Michael Hurley.
- You're here for me?
- Yes, I am.
- Jesus Christ.
There's no need for that, mate.
- There's no need for any.
- It's Kim.
- You want a copper?
- Course not.
- Don't do it, Roger.
- Don't do what?
- You do it in here, you'll spend the rest
of your life in super max.
- Well mate it's gotta be done.
- You're a lot of things, Roger,
but you're not a fool surely.
- Nice and sweet like you.
- Give me some laxatives
and a half a dozen boxes
and some information that
I'll tell you about later.
- Yeah, easy.
There's 500 in an account for you
and I'll top that up when you need it.
- There's no need for that.
- You got any?
- No.
The lawyers got it.
Jesus.
Thanks.
Fuck.
- Got enough in wench.
- I need a distraction.
- How long?
- Few seconds.
- All right.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey gentlemen stop.
Stop it right now.
Stop that.
- You're dead okay.
Fucking gone.
- Hurry the hell up.
- You're a biker, are you?
- Yeah.
- New Iron Bloods.
- Yup.
- Your leader this Bronowski.
Is he ex military?
- Ex Dontroon.
He's an officer.
- Jesus.
No convictions?
- No.
- Get out the way.
Get out the way.
Get out of there.
Get out.
- Is the club national?
- Why?
- No reason.
- What's wrong with ya?
- No way, mate.
- What are you doing?
Stop it.
I'm gonna kill you.
- These are your bank statements, mate.
You can keep this one.
I've got plenty of copies, shit head.
And when I say shit
head, I mean shit head.
Cops use phone books because
they don't leave a mark.
Not too many phone books in jail.
And sometimes you know,
you wanna leave a mark.
Eat that or starve.
- You look good.
I don't know where we are.
It's nice around here, isn't it?
- Yeah, I like it, too.
- You know we could.
I mean we could get a
little place around here.
- Yeah.
I mean you don't know what's happened
to housing process since
you were away but yeah.
- Right.
- You know, I don't even know what you do.
- For crust?
- Yeah.
- Well I got a few tricks
up my sleeve, you know.
I'm actually a very good welder.
True story.
Pretty good pianist.
- What was that?
- Jesus.
I don't know if a picnic
was such a good idea.
- Maybe not the best.
- Not too private, is it?
- You think you can wait 10 minutes?
- I can wait five.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Jesus.
I'm perfect.
I'm everything I've ever been in my life.
I'm gonna look after you.
- God you don't have to do that.
- Yeah I do.
I do.
You're too good for me.
You do know that, don't you?
- No, I'm not.
- You are.
Yes, you are.
- Roger, the last man I went out with
was still living at home with his mother
and the ones before that should've been.
You once said I shouldn't
believe everything I read.
And I don't.
But have to ask you.
It's about Michael Drury.
Sorry.
- No look.
It's all right, you know.
I don't want us to have any
secrets from each other so.
Fire away ask me anything you want.
- Well they say you
shot him or arranged it.
- I had nothing to do with it.
Nothing.
He's given us this problem.
Moralizing bastard got no
right to act righteous.
He knows what to expect.
I would never ever do
anything to hurt a cop.
- You always said never shoot a cop.
- That was you, sunshine.
I'm different.
Michael Drury was a cop.
I don't know what sort
of blokes you're used to,
but you know it's all right with you,
I'm gonna protect you no matter what.
- Not so sure I did you a favor.
- No, you did.
Not a lot around for an ex con.
So the Iron Bloods is national is it?
- Yeah.
- Sort of like a network
if you think about it.
- Yeah but the interstate
leaders get hassled by the cops
so they don't meet very often.
Now I know what you're thinking.
I'm sitting on a gold mine.
- Well what about the library job?
Come on, mate.
We gotta be good for one of them.
When?
Yeah right thanks.
- Pricks from the council.
Sent up for three jobs.
Didn't get one.
- Thanks.
You're Roger Rogerson.
- I am.
Drink your beer.
- Thanks.
I don't think we've met.
- No.
- I read about you a lot.
A bit.
- What did you read?
- Well you know.
- No, I don't know.
I didn't read it.
You read it.
What did you read?
- Well just you know.
- No, I don't know.
Like I said.
How could I know?
Is it good what you read?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Was it?
What killing Warren Lanfranchi?
You think that was good, do you?
- No, no.
No, I don't know.
- You're talking about
the Michael Drury matter.
You're saying I was involved in that?
- No, no.
No, I'm not.
- That's what you meant.
That I was involved in the
Drury matter in shooting him.
- You know, fucking newspapers right?
- You're in the scaffolding business.
- I'm sorry?
- For the council.
You do the contracts for the scaffolding.
So you're in the scaffolding business.
- Yeah I am.
I suppose yeah.
- Me too.
- You are?
- I am.
He's a good bloke.
- Yes he is.
He is.
- Finished with this?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm finished.
- What's this?
- Well, I got a bonus tonight.
- Bonus to scaffolding?
- Well I helped the boss
out with a little something.
Now, have you got a big frock?
- What do you mean?
Big frock?
- Big frock.
- Roger.
- Come on, the shops are still open.
I'm taking you out.
We're gonna buy you two frocks.
I'm gonna show you off.
Okay?
- My God, Roger.
- You don't tread on your tires.
- Think I'm getting wet.
- Could be me.
- Where have you been all my life?
- Looking for you.
- Excuse me.
Sorry to intrude.
But you're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.
- I just wanted to say for both of us,
we need more policemen like you.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Things are nice but you can't eat 'em.
I had some ideas and some
cops that still owed me.
Now mate, we have a quiet word later on.
- Yeah but we're not
gonna miss this, are we?
- Jesus no.
Come on.
Miss this?
I don't think so.
Bill, how are you?
- Hey Rog.
- Good to see you, mate.
All good?
Good.
How are ya, mate?
All good, all good?
How's the wife?
All right mate.
Good.
Landon.
How are you, buddy?
Trying to set up a meeting.
It's no big deal.
Just talk.
But I'm gonna fly a couple
folks in from interstate.
They're biker guys so.
You know they need to know
they're not gonna be hassled.
Or looked at too hard.
You know what I mean?
- Access to details.
It'll be fine.
- Great.
- You're getting back in business?
- No, just a favor.
- Hey Roger.
Glen McNamara.
We met at the Cross showgirls.
- Yeah.
- What you up to these days?
- Scaffolding.
- I'm doing a bit of freelancing
in private investigations
if you feel like working
again in a partnership.
- Well I'm pretty busy scaffolding.
- Just to be clear,
I won't be vouching for you tonight.
- Didn't expect you would.
- Hey mate.
Good to see ya.
- Do you know why we're here?
This is the bloke to
go through the airport.
You're gonna like him, Eddie.
Apparently he's whacked a few blokes.
As you're aware, Alan did time with Roger.
He's vouching for him.
- We're sitting on a gold mine.
Amphetamines.
Billion dollar industry.
- Yeah, so why aren't I rich?
- I'll tell you why.
Turf wars, brawls, rapes.
Stupid shit the police and
politicians can't ignore.
I'm no drug distributor.
I wouldn't know the first thing about it,
but I've got a few contacts and
I've got a big of influence.
So if you blokes can
keep a lid on your shit,
I can keep the police off your back.
- We all make money.
- And you can control the filth?
- I can for free.
- You shot Lanfranchi.
They say you killed Flannery.
Arranged the Drury thing.
What sort of fucking
influence have you got?
- Well I think you just answered
your own question, mate.
- What are they gonna cost?
- Well for you nothing.
I'll take care of the
police out of my end.
- Which is what?
- 2%.
- That could amount to millions.
- You came to me.
I didn't come to you.
- Said it's a billion dollar market.
I say that's bullshit.
- Where are we gonna get the shit from?
- We got images doing backyard cookouts.
- Roger's connected to Michael Hurley.
- If you can bring Hurley in.
You can handle the filth.
We got a deal.
- Hurley's not gonna deal
with fuck wits and bull feds.
Or rapists.
You take care of your end.
- Show him the door.
- 600 I have well done, sir.
Looking for 610.
610 for you, ma'am.
610, 620.
- Christ.
Who are these shit heads?
- I grew up in that house.
I was born in that house.
Mom and dad.
Eight kids, one room.
- You are buying though is blue sky.
What you see there is the future
and it is coming right here.
Some day this will be a
hotel, apartments, a casino.
You will have Jamie
Pecker as your neighbor.
All you need is a lick of bait.
Shall we go in fives?
Who'll give me 645?
645.
645 is the bid.
650.
650 of course.
655.
655.
- 660.
- 660, sir.
Nice to have you onboard.
That's 660.
- 700.
- $700,000.
- 720.
- 720.
Nice to have you onboard, sir.
It's 720.
- 750.
- 750 is the bid here now.
750 is the bid.
- 800.
- $800,000.
- 50.
- 850.
850 is the bid here now.
At 850, 850.
- 900.
- $900,000.
Thank you sir at 900,000.
- One million.
- A million dollars.
We got there at a million
dollars, ladies and gentlemen.
- I'm mad but I'm not that fucking mad.
- Well mate I mean do you want it?
I'll be happy to go have a little chat.
- Nah.
It's a shithole.
- Yeah but you wanted it.
- Come on.
Let's get a drink before
you fucking kill someone.
Well done, mate.
- Happy to renegotiate the terms of sale.
Look at this prick.
- This is the biggest offense.
- He's gone up in the
world when you been away.
He's only couple hundred grand a year.
- Well he's a rich prick.
- Jesus you could hold a grudge, can ya?
- Me?
What did I ever do to him?
- Well you mooned him that one time.
Gave him the finger.
Called him an asshole.
You sprung me.
- Fucking can't take a joke.
Watch it, dickhead.
Listen.
Can we talk shop for a bit?
- I didn't think you were
here for that bloody auction.
I want another one.
You want another one?
- No.
Listen, listen, listen.
I've been speaking to
Chris Bronowski right.
- The biker fellow.
- Well he's not just a biker all right.
He's ex military, a university educator.
He's smart all right.
- Then he's a mark and he's a biker.
- Yeah but that's a good thing all right.
They're a whole organization all right.
They've got personnel.
They've got structure.
They got the works.
What they need is supply.
- What they need is some bloody brains.
- No.
That's what I'm saying.
This guy is Duntroon.
- He's one bloke.
- Yeah but he's the top bloke all right.
- He's on top of a bloody zoo.
They're apes.
They're idiots these blokes.
- I'm offering you an
opportunity all right.
I'm bringing you an opportunity.
A big one.
- What you're bringing me
is a shit load of trouble.
I run a nice little business.
That's big business.
Nice, low profile.
I deal with these people.
I give in the middle of a
turf war suddenly and then...
- What if he can put a stop to it?
- Never gonna happen.
He can't.
- You don't know that.
He can.
- He can't.
Too many gangs.
Too many fractions.
Too many idiots.
- What if he gets the other
clubs to agree to territories?
So he starts off with his own first.
Brings in the others when
they see how good it is.
- Right and I do this supply by you.
- No direct.
I just take a percentage.
- I'm sure you do.
Plus a cut on the other end.
It's a pretty sweet deal
for you, isn't it Rog?
- Well mate.
I don't wanna handle
the fucking stuff do I.
- The fuck you think I wanna handle it?
Neither do I.
I don't wanna be with 100
bloody tattooed monkeys
I've never fucking met.
- But you wouldn't be dealing
with monkeys all right.
You wouldn't be dealing with monkeys.
Just Bronowski all right.
Just him.
- No, no.
No, no, no.
- Back off.
- I'll deal with you.
You can deal with Bronowski.
You deal with him.
- Mate, it's not what I had in mind.
- I bet it's not but that's it.
It's gotta be the deal.
- All right.
- You move that shit.
I've been trapped here for hours.
- What's your fucking problem, mate?
- You move.
Move now.
I call police.
- Call the fucking cops.
What's your fucking problem?
What's your story?
Can't understand ya.
- Hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?
- Grab the legs.
If you call the fucking boys in blue.
- I won't do it.
No.
- There it is mister fucking money bags.
Call the boys in blue why don't you?
- One.
Two.
- Shit.
- Jesus Christ.
- Whoopsie daisy.
- Must we speed off.
Look out, mate.
- The car raced.
Nothing stops 'em.
- Jesus that man can drink.
He held me down.
Poured beers down my throat.
You got sleep left.
Should've seen him.
Should've bloody seen him.
Did you know China men float?
- What do you think?
How do you feel about having a dog?
- Dog?
Yeah you want a dog now?
Well.
What about this?
You find us a house to buy
and I'll find us a dog.
- We don't need a house.
I'm just talking about a pup.
- Of course we need a house.
We need two houses.
Two dogs.
Whatever you want.
- Roger, all I want is this and you.
And a little dog.
- You're gonna have the best.
- All right, I mean it.
- My man got into a brawl with them.
Some bullshit dispute over the door
at the Black Market Cafe.
They turned it to this.
My children were in there so
I don't care how much it cost.
Find out who it was.
- We know who it was.
- Not the club.
The individuals.
- No.
- I want their names and where they live.
- No.
No.
I do that, you kill them, there's a war,
and we all lose millions.
- This isn't gonna stand.
- Yes it is.
This is exactly the sort of
shit I was talking about.
All right?
You gotta show them you're different.
You need to show them you're an officer.
So you gotta act like it.
- You're right.
Yeah I'll talk to them.
I'll hose this down.
We do business, we make millions.
- Good.
- And while I do that, you
talk to your filth mates.
Get their names.
I wait six months then I kill them.
- All right I'll get their names.
- Good.
Now I need to show my face.
- No, you don't.
- They do this in my home, Roger.
It's my bloody home.
Look, those idiots at the Black Market,
they're trying to take over the door.
- Let me do it all right.
That's my job.
- No, it's mine.
This isn't a war.
I'm not even armed.
Just gonna show my face.
- If you wanna
make God have a little chuckle,
tell him how you got this great plan.
That you're gonna solve
your financial problems.
That you're gonna get rich.
Like all those other assholes.
- An internationally
renowned biking leader
was buried in Western Sydney today.
Over 1000 mourners including a procession
of 500 bikers from around Australia
attended the funeral of Chris Bronowski,
killed in an execution style murder
along with two associates
in a Sydney nightclub.
- Was he a friend?
- Yeah, sort of.
- He had been invited
to address biker conferences
in America and Europe.
And his funeral procession
included representatives.
- That's the delivery.
I'll get it.
- There are more than 20...
- Good day, mate.
Sign here please.
- And analysts
say it is difficult
to determine whether an
organization in a social club,
a gang, or a criminal business.
- Aye?
- Roger.
- What did I tell ya?
Two dogs.
- You did.
Hello.
- Aren't they beauties?
- So beautiful.
Roger.
Hello sweetheart.
Hello.
- You're a little
beauty, aren't you?
- My god.
Hello.
- And they now
fear a period of turmoil.
Reprisals for the killing
could turn into open warfare
with one gang looking
for revenge and others...
- No problems, love.
- I know.
How sweet is in that.
You keep looking for a house all right.
- So what you're looking
at there is potentially
the largest drug distribution
network in the country.
Any one of those men
there could be a dealer.
And on a perfect day, you
could arrest a dozen of them,
which would only leave
100 more just as guilty.
Turn it off, please.
I'm no longer with the federal police.
I've recently been
appointed Chief Investigator
of this New South Wales Crime Commission.
Some of you are state police.
Some of you are federal police.
Not anymore.
That stops.
You are seconded to me.
You are my people and I'm yours.
You'll make no mistake about it.
We are in this together.
And under this act we
have been give the power
to seize assets to compel suspects
and non suspects to give statements
with no right to a lawyer.
No right to let anyone know
that they've been brought in.
We've been given the power to use
listening devices and phone taps.
We've been given the
power to offer indemnity.
Cash rewards.
We've been given the power
to create new identities.
We've been given these powers
'cause we're no longer
going after the onion weed.
We're gonna chop the head off this snake
and the biggest snake in this game
is the Michael Hurley organization.
So remember that name.
Michael Hurley.
Now this guy, he doesn't use
a phone and when he does meet,
he meets with a man by
the name of Les Mara,
and you are gonna surveil them.
You are gonna harass their associates.
You are gonna arrest them.
You're gonna rile them.
You are gonna bribe them if need be.
You are here because I
asked you to be here,
which means you are here
because you are the best.
- Good day, mate.
- Can I have a copy?
- It's perfect.
I mean what do you think?
- No, it's great.
- Yeah for the pups.
It's probably way too much, isn't it?
- I don't know.
What do you mean?
I like it, don't you?
- I love it.
- So, what sort of deposit
would we be looking at?
- You're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yeah, I am.
- Yeah.
Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but I can't see anybody lending you money.
- We'd be paying cash
you little shit head.
- Well I hate to say I told you so, Roger,
but I bloody well told you so.
Those bikers are animals.
Tar babies.
You're better off out of that one.
- It leaves me with a big problem.
- What's that?
- Money.
- Well money's not a problem.
It's never a problem.
- No, no, Michael.
- Seriously.
- Michael, a lot of money.
A lot of money.
- How much?
- Is your offer still open?
- Of course it is.
Do you know what the
problem with criminals is?
It's that they're criminals.
They're forever wondering off
the path of righteousness.
I need a man I can trust.
I need a policeman.
- Disgraced, former detective.
- This man is the only person
that I would trust with my
life and now there's two of ya,
but if Standen gets a wind of this,
you're gonna have to watch yourself.
He's a very dangerous man.
- Standen is a poxy little
customs clack all right.
- No, no, no.
Don't underestimate him.
but tonight Roger Rogerson
is a convicted killer
for murdering a young
student in a drug deal gone.
Rogerson's nickname The
Dodger was well earned.
Back in his glory days, he was
nominated for Bravery awards.
Back in the early 80s, the allure of drugs
and the dark side of law took hold.
- A jury cleared
Rogerson over Lanfranchi's death.
Lanfranchi's girlfriend,
prostitute Sally-Anne Huckstepp
publicly implicated Rogerson.
She was murdered.
The jury would later acquit Rogerson
of conspiring to murder undercover
drug cop, Michael Drury.
Rogerson was once known as The Enforcer.
Cunning, ruthless, brilliant.
- This is home for the rest of my life.
They convicted me of murder
and commercial drug supply.
Not complaining.
Just telling you.
All right.
I believe my earliest memory.
I was sitting on my father's
shoulders watching a parade.
In early '45, soldiers
home from winning the war.
Beating the Japs.
All I ever wanted to be was one of them.
A hero.
And I am.
Get out.
Get out.
Fucking get out.
Get out the car.
You sleep easy 'cause people like me
kept things neat and tidy.
You know.
I've probably known more about criminals
and how to catch them than any
other 10 blokes in the country.
Makes me wonder how I got in here,
but that's another story.
That's what happens when you
cross paths with shit heads.
- Okay we're good.
- Lot of crims.
Some of them still in here who'll tell you
that I verballed them.
Maybe I did.
Some of them.
You know, I know I did.
You do what you have
to do to get a result.
Tell a little porcupine.
Who knows?
Maybe I'm telling porcupines now.
But there are the facts
and there's the truth
and they aren't always a match.
Hello Warren.
I've been in this force since I was a kid.
How dare they treat me this way?
- Get off him.
Get off him.
Get your hands off him you.
- He's a jewel thief.
- You suck.
- They sacked me.
I'd been out of the force for four years
doing any shit job I could find.
Looking for a way to get
back into the main game.
And here it was.
- What's this?
- I've no idea, Officer.
- Michael Hurley, one
of the richest crims in town.
This was the chance to get him on side.
- It's hers, mate.
- For real? You put her
in the shit that quickly.
Sweetheart, is this yours?
- No.
- You sure?
It's not hers.
- But to do it, I'd
have to cross Mark Standen.
A Fed.
A star investigator.
They were calling him
the new Roger Rogerson.
- Bring him along.
Put him in back.
- You got it wrong, officer.
- Michael.
Michael.
Michael.
- Michael, shut up.
- To save Hurley,
I was gonna need to switch evidence.
It was doable with a few of our cop mates.
Cocaine looks a lot like
baby formula, you know.
- Whites, cocaine,
and commercial quantity C.
Charge them both.
We're gonna have to process her, too.
- I need a lawyer, too.
I'm not staying here.
- Calm down.
- I didn't do it.
- The press called me
disgraced former detective,
but I was always welcomed
in my old statin.
- Robert, Dave.
How are you?
- Good mate.
- Larry.
Switch this for us.
Will you mate?
- There you are.
You're beautiful, mate.
Baby formula.
Who would've thought of that?
- Don't ever kiss me again.
- What do I owe ya?
What do I owe ya?
- Not a kiss I'll tell you that.
- Whatever it is, I'll double it.
- Well don't double it...
- Let's get a round of
drinks here for everyone.
- Who?
- Drinks for everybody.
We're here for a good time or a short one?
- Well I'm here for a good time.
- Just get off me, will ya.
- Jesus.
- Hey love, you all right?
You having a goodnight yeah.
- What do I owe ya?
- Come on, darling.
- What can I do for you?
- Well, I'll think of something.
- Now will you
have a drink with me?
- No, I can't.
I'm working.
- Why won't you have a drink with me?
- I'm working.
- I don't like to drink alone.
- I'm working, mate.
- Why don't ya?
- 'Cause I'm working.
- Why don't you have one?
Have one.
- Just to shut you up.
- One shot.
- He tried to touch me but wouldn't pay.
- All right.
I've got one for degree of difficulty.
I challenge this for
the Australian record.
Come on.
Three to one, boys.
Get on it.
Three to one.
- Yeah.
- You'll go down with him.
You'll go down with him.
- He's not going anywhere, mate, is he?
- I promise you.
I'll get both of you.
- How?
- Get off me.
- When you're a jumped up customer's type.
You're not a policeman's asshole.
- We'll see.
Fucking disgrace.
- Fucking disgrace.
- What a dickhead.
- You're a disgrace.
- You're a disgrace.
- You're a bloody disgrace.
To scheme and fight.
Cut corners where you need to.
Then you find the best
and most important thing
in your life standing next to
you in a Lebanese takeaway.
- Chili sauce on that, mate?
- No.
I'm not your mate.
All right?
Give you a hand with those.
No, I know you're strong.
You don't need help, but you know.
We're both going the same ways.
- You don't know where I'm going.
- Yeah, I do.
You live a couple of blocks
down from where I used to live.
I'm not stalking you or anything.
I've just you know seen
you about the place.
- You're Roger Rogerson.
- Yes.
Guilty.
Don't believe everything you
read in the papers all right.
- Anne, Anne Melocco.
- That's pretty.
- Your name.
She got the house.
I got the trailer.
It's all right.
My fault, not hers.
Okay, I might be getting
ahead of myself here,
but I'd like to see you again.
- I suppose you'll find me.
You are a detective.
- Disgraced, former detective.
- Well, I don't believe everything I read.
- Good.
- Roger.
- IDs.
Standard.
Pricks a federal.
There was a time we wouldn't
let him in the building.
- Not his call.
Times have changed.
- What does he want?
- Michael Hurley.
He had him.
You let him go.
- He had him on a piss
ant, little street deal.
- He was leverage.
Hurley owes you.
Work with him for a couple months.
Give Hurley to Standen.
He will help you on this.
- Operation Amigas still ongoing.
- I was found innocent
of the Drury shooting.
Word on the street is that Chris Flannery
might've had something to do with it.
- You were found not guilty
and Flannery's disappeared,
which is convenient.
We can still find assault, extortion.
Even kidnapping charges.
Do that all in your head.
- How you gonna do that?
- Get Neddy
Smith to roll on you.
- There's not a court in the land
that's gonna listen to Neddy Smith.
He's a convicted killer.
- You wanna bet?
- Yeah, I wanna bet.
Jesus, where did you two idiots come from?
I mean, did you get in with
union degrees or something?
Sociology.
Gender studies.
Are you living at home with mom?
I mean I was doing this shit
when you two were fetuses.
- You passed your years by, Roger.
You and your dirty mates both.
- You keep talking, I'm
gonna pick up that phone book
and give you a fucking
Master's degree in policing.
Charge me all right.
Don't bluff if you haven't got
the balls to follow through.
Jesus, it's like amateur
week at Pumpkin Creek.
Don't do this shit on the streets
or they're gonna take your little gun
and shove it up your ass.
Fuck.
Neddy was an old mate.
In for life.
Truth be told, he could've
been in for three lifetimes.
- Who are you here for?
- Neddy Smith.
Neddy Smith.
Serious crim.
Really good mate.
One of the best.
I tried to have him killed one time,
but that was a misunderstanding.
- What would you know?
You're not the golden
head boy anymore, mate.
- You will always be on the outside.
You have no choice in that matter.
Do you understand me?
- Things you see when
you don't have a gun.
- Hi Ned.
- Look at me.
Pathetic, aren't I?
- Nah, mate.
Looking great.
- It's this fucking Parkinson's.
- They looking out for you?
- You're the top of
class mate at the school.
You probably don't ask
yourself wonder what I'll do?
I know.
I'll be a quack at Long Bay.
- Right.
So you got the B team?
Well.
Anything you know.
Anything you need I can see
if I can get you something brought in.
- Anything any good probably kill me.
- We had some
good times, didn't we Ned?
- Mixed.
- Mixed.
Yeah.
You gotta laugh.
- Yeah, you gotta laugh.
It's been awhile, Roger.
What is it you want?
- They're looking at me for
some untidy bank accounts.
Perhaps some other matters.
Could get ugly.
They might wanna talk to you.
You know, see if they can
bring any other charges,
but that's over to you really.
- Christ, mate.
I can barely remember breakfast.
What could I tell them?
- There are some blokes
you take an instant dislike to.
Saves time.
Glen McNamara wanted
to be known as Big Mac.
I called him Little Burger.
- Hey, Glen McNamara.
Just started working up here at the Cross
with Larry and Chuck.
- Where were you before?
- With Joy, Vennela.
I was in uniform down there.
- At National Crime Authority.
- Yeah, yeah in between.
- Looking at police?
- Nah just politicians.
Councils. That sort of thing, you know.
- And police?
- Nah.
- Churchill's a good man.
So are the others.
- Yeah, they are.
- Good.
- Dwight.
- Well what do you want to eat?
I'll just tell them you're
bringing in. I'm catered today.
Or pick up.
- Get off me.
She's a bloke.
She's got a dick.
- Listen to me, dickhead.
They're cops all right.
You want your charges light?
- I'm not a queer.
- You want some headlights?
I don't care, mate.
Out you go.
- Call me.
- Piss off.
Jesus Christ.
One born every minute.
- Have you checked him out?
- Yup, he's sweet.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Looks like a dickhead to me.
- Just 'cause
he looks like a dickhead
doesn't actually mean
he is a dickhead, Roger.
- Well an educated guess, mate.
He's a dickhead.
- You got a feeling?
- I've got a feeling.
- Could be gas, mate.
- Roger.
Jed Wilson, Internal Police Security here.
- Jesus Christ.
- You wanna get in the car?
Get in the car.
- Hi Roger.
- You haven't got the balls.
- I'm not gonna shoot you.
You see I'm not you.
And you're not Christopher Flannery.
- No, I'm not.
- No, you're a little bit
worse than that, aren't you?
We're just gonna have a little chat.
Jed, you wanna take us
somewhere we can do that.
- If you want
Michael Hurley, do your job.
- I'm not even here, Roger.
You see, this is an
internal affairs matter.
- And it isn't about Hurley.
Except that it was you and Churchill
that switched evidence for him.
So, that's what we've got Churchill for
and I need Hurley to get him.
Him and your other old mates.
We are cleaning them out.
- No.
Instead of going after good coppers,
why don't you do what they do?
Go after some kiddie fiddlers,
rapists, wife beaters.
You know what I'm saying?
You know, do what you're paid to do.
- This is what I'm paid to do.
And nobody knows more about
corrupt police than you.
- Is that a compliment?
- No, is that a joke?
You're such a smart ass, Roger.
Aren't you?
And why?
Because you're a bouncer in a titty bar.
Maybe I will shoot you.
Dump you in the harbor.
Won't be that hard.
- It's not hard if you got it in you.
Have you got it in you?
- I can do you some good
on the bank account charges
if you give us Churchill.
He gives us Fowler and anybody
else with their hands out.
- Or?
- Or you're going to wear it.
- We are cleaning out
the black knights, Roger.
We're gonna roll these
people up regardless
there's so many teams investigating.
The Crimes Commission,
Internal Affairs, the Feds.
It's over.
- Hear that?
He's right.
So, there's one seat
left on the lifeboat now.
Do you want it or not?
You think this is funny?
- Saved on a lifeboat.
Why don't you shove
your lifeboat up your ass?
- Tough guy get out of the car.
Get out of the car, Roger.
Now.
Where you go.
You're a fool, Roger.
- I've always said,
if you're gonna pull out
a gun, you should use it.
My old mate Larry
thought he was on a roll.
What he didn't know was that
he had two good men and a dog.
- Against the wall.
Stay there, stay there.
- Get your
hands on your bloody head.
Get on the floor.
Don't move.
- Get on the floor now.
- Hands behind your back.
- On your feet.
- Stay down.
- I have arrested you before, haven't I?
What about five years ago?
- Six.
- Where is it?
- Manhole.
- All clear.
- Hey Sergeant.
I'll piece these to us.
I'm keeping this guy.
We'll manage from here thanks.
- You want us to search the place?
- No, we'll manage thanks.
Thanks.
- Okay guys, we're out of here.
- Where's the cash?
- What cash?
- Glen, you wanna have a chat with him?
Go again.
- It's in the fucking fridge.
- Sarge.
- How much?
- About 12 and a half thousand.
- 12 and a half thousand.
Proceeds of crime that now belongs to us.
So does this.
Agreed?
- Don't sulk, John.
- Here's the good news.
You get to keep this.
You're working for us now, mate.
- Doing what?
- Amphetamines.
How much can you move?
- As much as I can get.
- All right.
Glen here will bring 'em to you.
Turn around.
- We're gonna split it?
- No, we're not gonna split it.
12 grand.
We go on an all expensive paid holiday.
The three of us to Manila.
There's a young girl there I had my eye on
the last time I was there.
- Bloody hell though.
She's a bit young though.
- The only reason
she looks young to you
is because you're getting older, mate.
- It's like these girls coming
out of the police academy.
Put them in a uniform and a big guy woo.
Hey Glen.
- Yeah?
- It's your turn next time.
- Maybe it's best to
leave me out of this one.
- Why would we do that?
You're in it.
- Well, this Dan.
I don't know him.
- You met him.
You pick up the amphetamines.
You deliver them to Mancini
and you collect the cash.
It's a piece of piss, Glen.
- All right.
Then why can't Dan give
them to me instead of...
- And then what, mate?
It's like sending the checks
in the mail and don't worry.
I promise I won't come in your mouth.
You do your bid and you
come next time okay.
- McNamara spotted us.
He's come into Internal Affairs.
It's a preemptive roll.
- Right.
You think he knows anything?
- He has to.
He's in with Churchill.
- Do we know anything about Rogerson?
- I'll find out.
- Looks like Rogerson
missed his last lifeline.
Lucky trails.
- You knew we were onto you.
That's why you've come in.
You're dirty.
- What?
I'm not corrupt.
I'm helping you.
- Right.
Well Churchill seems to
think you're corrupt.
Why would he think that?
- They left money in my desk drawer.
I needed them to think that I
was one of them so I took it.
- What did you do with it?
- Spent it.
- Why didn't you come to us?
- I was afraid.
They're in with Rogerson.
- You're gonna
collect the drugs from Dan
and get him talking.
You're gonna get Rogerson talking.
- No, no, no.
- You're gonna wear a wire.
- Not Rogerson.
- We can protect
you from Rogerson.
- No, you can't.
- You don't have a choice.
This is your get out of jail card.
- I'll have to resign from the force.
- Good.
- He said that he has
credit 'til last call.
- How you doing?
- I'll give it to you next time.
All right?
So long sweetheart.
- Quite a night.
- Not really.
- No, I just mean for
me with Larry, Chuck,
and Hazell in Manila for a few days.
Spending some of your money.
- Thing you gave
Larry for the Hurley thing.
- Jesus Christ.
- The baby formula.
- You all right, mate?
You look very stressed.
How's the body?
- Good.
- It's all right.
I mean, you could get a rub down.
There's a lot of beautiful ladies here
be happy to give you a little rub down.
- Thanks.
No, no, no, I'm good.
- You sure?
- Actually got a few people.
I'll see you later.
- He'll be lucky if
Roger doesn't kill him.
- Your mate McNamara's in
here and he's wearing a wire
and he's talking to Dolly and Fisk
and they're spilling their guts.
- You sure?
- Yeah, how bad is it?
- Very.
- You know you may be
better off staying over there.
- No, bugger that.
They'll just extradite me.
- Well, mate.
We had some fun.
- Aye, yeah we did.
Now I'll come home, do
my two or three years.
Then back here.
Happy days.
No retirement fund.
Fuck 'em.
- Clock 'em.
- Here we go.
You knew this was happening.
- Yup.
- All right, we'll miss you.
- You bloody loser, McNamara.
- Put him in the car.
- Well good mate.
- Well that's the end of an era.
- It is.
Leaves me rich stranded.
These blokes were all I had going for me.
- Guess you're stuck with me.
- No offense, mate, but I always
draw the line with dealing drugs.
- So do I.
I import wholesale.
It's business.
Never touched the stuff.
- I'll be all right.
- There goes your protection.
- This goes all self interest.
- You said he was gonna roll.
He hasn't rolled.
- Internal Affairs is charging Churchill.
- What about Rogerson?
- We've got nothing on him
if Churchill doesn't roll, which he won't.
- They can get him for perjury.
- That's years old, boss.
- No, they can get him.
- Hurley was right.
Any protection I had was gone
and it didn't take them long.
They got me for a couple
of dodgy bank accounts.
One up from jaywalking.
Three years for that.
Truth is they were still sulking
because I was acquitted
of the Drury shooting.
- Let's hurry up.
That's it now.
Hurry up.
Let's go.
That way.
- What you are is dirty cops
and dogs and pedophiles and you're here
'cause no decent criminal
would tolerate you.
So turn around, bend over,
spread your cheeks and cough.
- You're a wannabe cop
on what 30,000 a year.
I've already been searched.
- And by the time I'm done,
you are gonna be Mary Rogerson.
Get back up.
- Hey Roger.
I hear you like taking it in the ass.
Come and see me for round two.
- You're in my spot.
You've forgotten me, haven't you?
- No, I haven't forgotten you.
- You verbaled me.
- Didn't have to verbal you.
- You know what I fucking need now?
I need to piss.
Where you going you big fed?
Here you go.
Everyday, every meal.
You can eat it or you can starve.
Fuck off.
- What's the story there?
- He owns the place.
Extortion, drugs, money lending.
- Extortion?
- He can kill your parole.
Send you back to Long Bay.
Behind you.
- Sorry I should've checked.
Is this all right?
Me being here?
- What do you mean?
Is it all right?
It's better than all right.
Jesus.
Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Except ours were cooked.
- I'm so sorry.
You don't have to do it again.
You're not bad though.
- It's the best.
This is the best mince pie
I've ever had in my life.
- Did you declare that for the gate?
- Yes.
- They search you?
- No.
- Stand up.
Should've searched you.
Stand still.
- Roger.
Roger, look at me.
Look at me.
Doesn't matter.
Look at me.
Look at me.
- Hey mate.
- Hey.
That's Michael Hurley.
- You're here for me?
- Yes, I am.
- Jesus Christ.
There's no need for that, mate.
- There's no need for any.
- It's Kim.
- You want a copper?
- Course not.
- Don't do it, Roger.
- Don't do what?
- You do it in here, you'll spend the rest
of your life in super max.
- Well mate it's gotta be done.
- You're a lot of things, Roger,
but you're not a fool surely.
- Nice and sweet like you.
- Give me some laxatives
and a half a dozen boxes
and some information that
I'll tell you about later.
- Yeah, easy.
There's 500 in an account for you
and I'll top that up when you need it.
- There's no need for that.
- You got any?
- No.
The lawyers got it.
Jesus.
Thanks.
Fuck.
- Got enough in wench.
- I need a distraction.
- How long?
- Few seconds.
- All right.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey gentlemen stop.
Stop it right now.
Stop that.
- You're dead okay.
Fucking gone.
- Hurry the hell up.
- You're a biker, are you?
- Yeah.
- New Iron Bloods.
- Yup.
- Your leader this Bronowski.
Is he ex military?
- Ex Dontroon.
He's an officer.
- Jesus.
No convictions?
- No.
- Get out the way.
Get out the way.
Get out of there.
Get out.
- Is the club national?
- Why?
- No reason.
- What's wrong with ya?
- No way, mate.
- What are you doing?
Stop it.
I'm gonna kill you.
- These are your bank statements, mate.
You can keep this one.
I've got plenty of copies, shit head.
And when I say shit
head, I mean shit head.
Cops use phone books because
they don't leave a mark.
Not too many phone books in jail.
And sometimes you know,
you wanna leave a mark.
Eat that or starve.
- You look good.
I don't know where we are.
It's nice around here, isn't it?
- Yeah, I like it, too.
- You know we could.
I mean we could get a
little place around here.
- Yeah.
I mean you don't know what's happened
to housing process since
you were away but yeah.
- Right.
- You know, I don't even know what you do.
- For crust?
- Yeah.
- Well I got a few tricks
up my sleeve, you know.
I'm actually a very good welder.
True story.
Pretty good pianist.
- What was that?
- Jesus.
I don't know if a picnic
was such a good idea.
- Maybe not the best.
- Not too private, is it?
- You think you can wait 10 minutes?
- I can wait five.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Jesus.
I'm perfect.
I'm everything I've ever been in my life.
I'm gonna look after you.
- God you don't have to do that.
- Yeah I do.
I do.
You're too good for me.
You do know that, don't you?
- No, I'm not.
- You are.
Yes, you are.
- Roger, the last man I went out with
was still living at home with his mother
and the ones before that should've been.
You once said I shouldn't
believe everything I read.
And I don't.
But have to ask you.
It's about Michael Drury.
Sorry.
- No look.
It's all right, you know.
I don't want us to have any
secrets from each other so.
Fire away ask me anything you want.
- Well they say you
shot him or arranged it.
- I had nothing to do with it.
Nothing.
He's given us this problem.
Moralizing bastard got no
right to act righteous.
He knows what to expect.
I would never ever do
anything to hurt a cop.
- You always said never shoot a cop.
- That was you, sunshine.
I'm different.
Michael Drury was a cop.
I don't know what sort
of blokes you're used to,
but you know it's all right with you,
I'm gonna protect you no matter what.
- Not so sure I did you a favor.
- No, you did.
Not a lot around for an ex con.
So the Iron Bloods is national is it?
- Yeah.
- Sort of like a network
if you think about it.
- Yeah but the interstate
leaders get hassled by the cops
so they don't meet very often.
Now I know what you're thinking.
I'm sitting on a gold mine.
- Well what about the library job?
Come on, mate.
We gotta be good for one of them.
When?
Yeah right thanks.
- Pricks from the council.
Sent up for three jobs.
Didn't get one.
- Thanks.
You're Roger Rogerson.
- I am.
Drink your beer.
- Thanks.
I don't think we've met.
- No.
- I read about you a lot.
A bit.
- What did you read?
- Well you know.
- No, I don't know.
I didn't read it.
You read it.
What did you read?
- Well just you know.
- No, I don't know.
Like I said.
How could I know?
Is it good what you read?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Was it?
What killing Warren Lanfranchi?
You think that was good, do you?
- No, no.
No, I don't know.
- You're talking about
the Michael Drury matter.
You're saying I was involved in that?
- No, no.
No, I'm not.
- That's what you meant.
That I was involved in the
Drury matter in shooting him.
- You know, fucking newspapers right?
- You're in the scaffolding business.
- I'm sorry?
- For the council.
You do the contracts for the scaffolding.
So you're in the scaffolding business.
- Yeah I am.
I suppose yeah.
- Me too.
- You are?
- I am.
He's a good bloke.
- Yes he is.
He is.
- Finished with this?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm finished.
- What's this?
- Well, I got a bonus tonight.
- Bonus to scaffolding?
- Well I helped the boss
out with a little something.
Now, have you got a big frock?
- What do you mean?
Big frock?
- Big frock.
- Roger.
- Come on, the shops are still open.
I'm taking you out.
We're gonna buy you two frocks.
I'm gonna show you off.
Okay?
- My God, Roger.
- You don't tread on your tires.
- Think I'm getting wet.
- Could be me.
- Where have you been all my life?
- Looking for you.
- Excuse me.
Sorry to intrude.
But you're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.
- I just wanted to say for both of us,
we need more policemen like you.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Things are nice but you can't eat 'em.
I had some ideas and some
cops that still owed me.
Now mate, we have a quiet word later on.
- Yeah but we're not
gonna miss this, are we?
- Jesus no.
Come on.
Miss this?
I don't think so.
Bill, how are you?
- Hey Rog.
- Good to see you, mate.
All good?
Good.
How are ya, mate?
All good, all good?
How's the wife?
All right mate.
Good.
Landon.
How are you, buddy?
Trying to set up a meeting.
It's no big deal.
Just talk.
But I'm gonna fly a couple
folks in from interstate.
They're biker guys so.
You know they need to know
they're not gonna be hassled.
Or looked at too hard.
You know what I mean?
- Access to details.
It'll be fine.
- Great.
- You're getting back in business?
- No, just a favor.
- Hey Roger.
Glen McNamara.
We met at the Cross showgirls.
- Yeah.
- What you up to these days?
- Scaffolding.
- I'm doing a bit of freelancing
in private investigations
if you feel like working
again in a partnership.
- Well I'm pretty busy scaffolding.
- Just to be clear,
I won't be vouching for you tonight.
- Didn't expect you would.
- Hey mate.
Good to see ya.
- Do you know why we're here?
This is the bloke to
go through the airport.
You're gonna like him, Eddie.
Apparently he's whacked a few blokes.
As you're aware, Alan did time with Roger.
He's vouching for him.
- We're sitting on a gold mine.
Amphetamines.
Billion dollar industry.
- Yeah, so why aren't I rich?
- I'll tell you why.
Turf wars, brawls, rapes.
Stupid shit the police and
politicians can't ignore.
I'm no drug distributor.
I wouldn't know the first thing about it,
but I've got a few contacts and
I've got a big of influence.
So if you blokes can
keep a lid on your shit,
I can keep the police off your back.
- We all make money.
- And you can control the filth?
- I can for free.
- You shot Lanfranchi.
They say you killed Flannery.
Arranged the Drury thing.
What sort of fucking
influence have you got?
- Well I think you just answered
your own question, mate.
- What are they gonna cost?
- Well for you nothing.
I'll take care of the
police out of my end.
- Which is what?
- 2%.
- That could amount to millions.
- You came to me.
I didn't come to you.
- Said it's a billion dollar market.
I say that's bullshit.
- Where are we gonna get the shit from?
- We got images doing backyard cookouts.
- Roger's connected to Michael Hurley.
- If you can bring Hurley in.
You can handle the filth.
We got a deal.
- Hurley's not gonna deal
with fuck wits and bull feds.
Or rapists.
You take care of your end.
- Show him the door.
- 600 I have well done, sir.
Looking for 610.
610 for you, ma'am.
610, 620.
- Christ.
Who are these shit heads?
- I grew up in that house.
I was born in that house.
Mom and dad.
Eight kids, one room.
- You are buying though is blue sky.
What you see there is the future
and it is coming right here.
Some day this will be a
hotel, apartments, a casino.
You will have Jamie
Pecker as your neighbor.
All you need is a lick of bait.
Shall we go in fives?
Who'll give me 645?
645.
645 is the bid.
650.
650 of course.
655.
655.
- 660.
- 660, sir.
Nice to have you onboard.
That's 660.
- 700.
- $700,000.
- 720.
- 720.
Nice to have you onboard, sir.
It's 720.
- 750.
- 750 is the bid here now.
750 is the bid.
- 800.
- $800,000.
- 50.
- 850.
850 is the bid here now.
At 850, 850.
- 900.
- $900,000.
Thank you sir at 900,000.
- One million.
- A million dollars.
We got there at a million
dollars, ladies and gentlemen.
- I'm mad but I'm not that fucking mad.
- Well mate I mean do you want it?
I'll be happy to go have a little chat.
- Nah.
It's a shithole.
- Yeah but you wanted it.
- Come on.
Let's get a drink before
you fucking kill someone.
Well done, mate.
- Happy to renegotiate the terms of sale.
Look at this prick.
- This is the biggest offense.
- He's gone up in the
world when you been away.
He's only couple hundred grand a year.
- Well he's a rich prick.
- Jesus you could hold a grudge, can ya?
- Me?
What did I ever do to him?
- Well you mooned him that one time.
Gave him the finger.
Called him an asshole.
You sprung me.
- Fucking can't take a joke.
Watch it, dickhead.
Listen.
Can we talk shop for a bit?
- I didn't think you were
here for that bloody auction.
I want another one.
You want another one?
- No.
Listen, listen, listen.
I've been speaking to
Chris Bronowski right.
- The biker fellow.
- Well he's not just a biker all right.
He's ex military, a university educator.
He's smart all right.
- Then he's a mark and he's a biker.
- Yeah but that's a good thing all right.
They're a whole organization all right.
They've got personnel.
They've got structure.
They got the works.
What they need is supply.
- What they need is some bloody brains.
- No.
That's what I'm saying.
This guy is Duntroon.
- He's one bloke.
- Yeah but he's the top bloke all right.
- He's on top of a bloody zoo.
They're apes.
They're idiots these blokes.
- I'm offering you an
opportunity all right.
I'm bringing you an opportunity.
A big one.
- What you're bringing me
is a shit load of trouble.
I run a nice little business.
That's big business.
Nice, low profile.
I deal with these people.
I give in the middle of a
turf war suddenly and then...
- What if he can put a stop to it?
- Never gonna happen.
He can't.
- You don't know that.
He can.
- He can't.
Too many gangs.
Too many fractions.
Too many idiots.
- What if he gets the other
clubs to agree to territories?
So he starts off with his own first.
Brings in the others when
they see how good it is.
- Right and I do this supply by you.
- No direct.
I just take a percentage.
- I'm sure you do.
Plus a cut on the other end.
It's a pretty sweet deal
for you, isn't it Rog?
- Well mate.
I don't wanna handle
the fucking stuff do I.
- The fuck you think I wanna handle it?
Neither do I.
I don't wanna be with 100
bloody tattooed monkeys
I've never fucking met.
- But you wouldn't be dealing
with monkeys all right.
You wouldn't be dealing with monkeys.
Just Bronowski all right.
Just him.
- No, no.
No, no, no.
- Back off.
- I'll deal with you.
You can deal with Bronowski.
You deal with him.
- Mate, it's not what I had in mind.
- I bet it's not but that's it.
It's gotta be the deal.
- All right.
- You move that shit.
I've been trapped here for hours.
- What's your fucking problem, mate?
- You move.
Move now.
I call police.
- Call the fucking cops.
What's your fucking problem?
What's your story?
Can't understand ya.
- Hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?
- Grab the legs.
If you call the fucking boys in blue.
- I won't do it.
No.
- There it is mister fucking money bags.
Call the boys in blue why don't you?
- One.
Two.
- Shit.
- Jesus Christ.
- Whoopsie daisy.
- Must we speed off.
Look out, mate.
- The car raced.
Nothing stops 'em.
- Jesus that man can drink.
He held me down.
Poured beers down my throat.
You got sleep left.
Should've seen him.
Should've bloody seen him.
Did you know China men float?
- What do you think?
How do you feel about having a dog?
- Dog?
Yeah you want a dog now?
Well.
What about this?
You find us a house to buy
and I'll find us a dog.
- We don't need a house.
I'm just talking about a pup.
- Of course we need a house.
We need two houses.
Two dogs.
Whatever you want.
- Roger, all I want is this and you.
And a little dog.
- You're gonna have the best.
- All right, I mean it.
- My man got into a brawl with them.
Some bullshit dispute over the door
at the Black Market Cafe.
They turned it to this.
My children were in there so
I don't care how much it cost.
Find out who it was.
- We know who it was.
- Not the club.
The individuals.
- No.
- I want their names and where they live.
- No.
No.
I do that, you kill them, there's a war,
and we all lose millions.
- This isn't gonna stand.
- Yes it is.
This is exactly the sort of
shit I was talking about.
All right?
You gotta show them you're different.
You need to show them you're an officer.
So you gotta act like it.
- You're right.
Yeah I'll talk to them.
I'll hose this down.
We do business, we make millions.
- Good.
- And while I do that, you
talk to your filth mates.
Get their names.
I wait six months then I kill them.
- All right I'll get their names.
- Good.
Now I need to show my face.
- No, you don't.
- They do this in my home, Roger.
It's my bloody home.
Look, those idiots at the Black Market,
they're trying to take over the door.
- Let me do it all right.
That's my job.
- No, it's mine.
This isn't a war.
I'm not even armed.
Just gonna show my face.
- If you wanna
make God have a little chuckle,
tell him how you got this great plan.
That you're gonna solve
your financial problems.
That you're gonna get rich.
Like all those other assholes.
- An internationally
renowned biking leader
was buried in Western Sydney today.
Over 1000 mourners including a procession
of 500 bikers from around Australia
attended the funeral of Chris Bronowski,
killed in an execution style murder
along with two associates
in a Sydney nightclub.
- Was he a friend?
- Yeah, sort of.
- He had been invited
to address biker conferences
in America and Europe.
And his funeral procession
included representatives.
- That's the delivery.
I'll get it.
- There are more than 20...
- Good day, mate.
Sign here please.
- And analysts
say it is difficult
to determine whether an
organization in a social club,
a gang, or a criminal business.
- Aye?
- Roger.
- What did I tell ya?
Two dogs.
- You did.
Hello.
- Aren't they beauties?
- So beautiful.
Roger.
Hello sweetheart.
Hello.
- You're a little
beauty, aren't you?
- My god.
Hello.
- And they now
fear a period of turmoil.
Reprisals for the killing
could turn into open warfare
with one gang looking
for revenge and others...
- No problems, love.
- I know.
How sweet is in that.
You keep looking for a house all right.
- So what you're looking
at there is potentially
the largest drug distribution
network in the country.
Any one of those men
there could be a dealer.
And on a perfect day, you
could arrest a dozen of them,
which would only leave
100 more just as guilty.
Turn it off, please.
I'm no longer with the federal police.
I've recently been
appointed Chief Investigator
of this New South Wales Crime Commission.
Some of you are state police.
Some of you are federal police.
Not anymore.
That stops.
You are seconded to me.
You are my people and I'm yours.
You'll make no mistake about it.
We are in this together.
And under this act we
have been give the power
to seize assets to compel suspects
and non suspects to give statements
with no right to a lawyer.
No right to let anyone know
that they've been brought in.
We've been given the power to use
listening devices and phone taps.
We've been given the
power to offer indemnity.
Cash rewards.
We've been given the power
to create new identities.
We've been given these powers
'cause we're no longer
going after the onion weed.
We're gonna chop the head off this snake
and the biggest snake in this game
is the Michael Hurley organization.
So remember that name.
Michael Hurley.
Now this guy, he doesn't use
a phone and when he does meet,
he meets with a man by
the name of Les Mara,
and you are gonna surveil them.
You are gonna harass their associates.
You are gonna arrest them.
You're gonna rile them.
You are gonna bribe them if need be.
You are here because I
asked you to be here,
which means you are here
because you are the best.
- Good day, mate.
- Can I have a copy?
- It's perfect.
I mean what do you think?
- No, it's great.
- Yeah for the pups.
It's probably way too much, isn't it?
- I don't know.
What do you mean?
I like it, don't you?
- I love it.
- So, what sort of deposit
would we be looking at?
- You're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yeah, I am.
- Yeah.
Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but I can't see anybody lending you money.
- We'd be paying cash
you little shit head.
- Well I hate to say I told you so, Roger,
but I bloody well told you so.
Those bikers are animals.
Tar babies.
You're better off out of that one.
- It leaves me with a big problem.
- What's that?
- Money.
- Well money's not a problem.
It's never a problem.
- No, no, Michael.
- Seriously.
- Michael, a lot of money.
A lot of money.
- How much?
- Is your offer still open?
- Of course it is.
Do you know what the
problem with criminals is?
It's that they're criminals.
They're forever wondering off
the path of righteousness.
I need a man I can trust.
I need a policeman.
- Disgraced, former detective.
- This man is the only person
that I would trust with my
life and now there's two of ya,
but if Standen gets a wind of this,
you're gonna have to watch yourself.
He's a very dangerous man.
- Standen is a poxy little
customs clack all right.
- No, no, no.
Don't underestimate him.