East West 101 (2007–2011): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Hand of Friendship - full transcript
CROWLEY: Hey, what
does Muhammad say
about a man who
takes a life of another?
You don't escape!
WRIGHT: There's an investigation
into the death of Gamal Basha.
You're the number-one suspect.
ZANE: 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.
- [Gunshot]
- You've been following me.
ZANE: No, I was following Hunt.
What were you doing with him?
Well, that's none of
your business, you see?
Anything to do with
John Hunt is my business.
Not if it's got something
to do with another job,
and if you've
buggered that job up...
We were told to back off.
Drug squad wanted him.
ZANE: How did drug squad
get priority over armed robbery?
He was my gig. I was
looking out for him.
That's the way we used
to do things back then.
I know it was you
because I was there.
I have a son!
I have a son!
[Man chanting in Arabic]
[Siren wailing]
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
How long has he been out?
No idea.
CROWLEY: That's
very helpful, mate.
[Police radio chatter,
vehicle doors close]
Who found him?
CROWLEY: We got an
anonymous call from a woman
saying he was trying
to drown her husband.
Uniforms found
Malik unconscious.
No sign of anyone else.
- What were you doing with Hunt?
- ZANE: Where is he?
You tell us.
I left him there.
I left him there on the edge.
CELIA: He's drowning
him. He's pushing him under!
He's gonna kill him!
OPERATOR: Okay, calm down
- and tell me where you are.
- Blackland's Caravan Park.
- Please. He's trying to kill...
- The caravan park
- at Blackland?
- CELIA: Yes. Oh, my God.
He's got him in the
water. Please stop him!
OPERATOR: Okay, okay.
Who's being assaulted?
CELIA: Jamie. By
a cop. A detective.
OPERATOR: Is he arresting
him or assaulting him?
CELIA: I just told you.
He's drowning him.
He's pushing him under.
He's gonna kill him!
[Mouse clicks]
Did you I.D. the call?
- KOA: The phone was Hunt's.
- Is he answering it?
He's disappeared.
I told you to stay
away from that.
- You told me you'd help me.
- I said I'd look into it.
But you couldn't wait.
You had to go in yourself.
He shot my father. I was after
a confession, and I got one.
Oh, you think that confession's
gonna stand up in court?
If Hunt isn't found, the only
thing standing up in court
is gonna be you
accused of his murder.
He was still alive
when I left him there.
Oh, are you sure about that?
- Or should we drag the river?!
- I left him there.
I'm heading back to my car,
and someone knocked me out.
- KOA: It wasn't Hunt?
- No way. Too quick.
- Who was it, then?
- Someone trying to protect him.
WRIGHT: Oh,
you're unstable, Malik.
You're becoming paranoid.
I recruited you into this unit,
and I have gone out of
my way to support you.
But I will not continue
to support you
while you threaten the
reputation of this team.
Thomas Nevin. Do
you know who he is?
Head of the anti-terrorism unit.
Two weeks ago, he approached me
about recruiting
you to his team.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
Hard to believe, given
the current state of affairs.
Now, how am I supposed
to recommend you
when you can't
even control yourself
with a lowlife like Hunt?
Now, you take 24 hours off,
and, for God's sake, get a grip.
Get out.
I didn't kill him, all right?
I wanted to. But I didn't.
Yeah, well, you shouldn't
have went in there alone.
We've gotta find him, all right?
Has anyone done a call
charge record on his mobile yet?
KOA: Yeah, well,
just leave that to me.
- I'm taking you home.
- [Vehicle door opens]
- [Breathes sharply]
- AMINA: Oh.
That's it. Good boy.
You're very brave.
You and Ahmed need to
stay away from these boys.
Find somewhere else to go.
Any answer on Hunt's mobile yet?
Okay, okay. All right. Bye.
If he was at the Islamic school,
he would not have
to suffer like this.
You can't protect
him from these things.
He is a child, Zane.
We can't afford a
private school, can we?
You know that.
Amir, come here. What happened?
- AMIR: They were picking on us.
- What'd I tell you to do?
You've gotta defend
yourself, yeah?
- After that?
- Tell the teacher.
You go to the teacher, and
you let them handle it, yeah?
Go back to your mum.
Look who's talking.
Come on, Amir. Put this on it.
- AMIR: Ow, ow, ow.
- AMINA: Amir, it's okay.
[Sirens wailing]
[Siren wailing]
And this is where it ends.
[Woman screaming]
[Man screams]
- [Gasps]
- [Cellphone rings]
[Ringing continues]
- [Cellphone beeps]
- Yeah?
KOA: Zane, we found Hunt.
[Police radio chatter]
I told you not to come.
He's done you a favor
and taken a swan dive.
He didn't jump.
Well, jumped, pushed, whatever.
He's dead.
It's all over.
No.
It's not over.
CROWLEY: He had to have known
he was signing his death warrant
by coming down to Sydney.
You think the southwest
syndicate caught up with him?
Whoever it was wanted him.
They wanted
something out of him.
Well, not necessarily.
ZANE: Well, why waste time
holding him up in an apartment?
CROWLEY: Maybe they
wanted some bloody privacy.
What, you call pushing
someone out of a building private?
WRIGHT: Okay, okay. Enough.
So far, we have
only one witness.
- Is that correct?
- CROWLEY: That's correct.
Woman next door heard
muffled screams through the wall.
No one else saw
anything, heard anything?
KOA: If they did, they're
not prepared to talk.
But there was no CCTV
on the apartment block.
Anything to indicate a struggle
before the victim went over?
LIM: Yeah, we found a broken
chain with a gold medallion.
What about forensics?
LIM: Skin cells underneath
the victim's nails,
and he landed on his head, so
he could have been thrown off.
[Cellphone rings]
WRIGHT: Have we
done a habitation check
- on the apartment?
- ZANE: Zane Malik.
CALLAS: Yep. It's owned
by Hong Kong company
subletting to an
Australian subsidiary.
No problem.
- Zane.
- ZANE: Mr. Nevin.
Hey, Zane. Sit.
[Laughs] My father was
a petroleum engineer.
I was brought up in Libya.
Did a stint in Cairo
in my early teens.
Really? A short black, thanks.
NEVIN: Zane, we've
had a position open up,
and we're looking for people
with policing experience,
some undercover technique,
and someone who can liaise
with the Arabic community.
So, you'd go in as team
leader at sergeant level.
You know, and think about it.
You'll have all the resources
in the world behind you.
You know, you'd be
able to do the job properly.
It'd be a chance to
make a big difference.
The position's
gonna be advertised,
but I want you to apply for it
through your chain of command.
KOA: Hey. How'd
you go with Nevin?
- How'd you know?
- He called for you earlier.
- He wants me to apply for a job.
- You should go for it.
Hey, they got any room
for a Samoan prince?
Islander terrorism's
on the increase.
ZANE: You're halfway there.
Your skin's the right color.
Hey, a piece of rubbish
we found at the apartment
turns out to be
torn off an envelope.
- Looks like an address.
- ZANE: Any names?
Someone tried to
flush it down the toilet,
so it's hard to make out,
but we do have an area code
and what could be a
post-office-box number.
ZANE: I need you
to trace it for me.
Even if you've gotta go
through every last private box
at that post office.
How are we going with that call
charge record on Hunt's mobile?
Whole heap of calls
were made to this number.
Celia Cho. 28 years old.
Any relation to Bruce Cho?
As in the southwest syndicate?
Yep. Same address.
We just ran a subscriber check
with a frequent number
from Hunt's mobile records.
Looks like Hunt's girlfriend
could be related to Bruce Cho.
Bruce Cho?
Hey, he's a tough
one to pin anything on.
He always manages
to distance himself.
Well, that probably
suits you just fine.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, Hunt being taken out
means some of
your nasty skeletons
remain safely locked
in that closet, doesn't it?
It's just killing you, isn't it?
All those years you
spent running 'round,
trying to find Hunt
to pay for what he did.
And someone
else got to him first.
What I wanted was to see
the man who hurt my father
be brought to justice.
I'm gonna found out
whoever got in the way,
with or without your help.
Hello.
Can I offer you both
something to eat?
Oh, we've eaten. Thanks.
Do you know a person
by the name of Celia Cho?
Celia's my daughter. Why?
KOA: We need to speak to
her. Any idea where she is?
My daughter's an adult.
I don't keep track of
her every movement.
What's this about?
We're investigating
the murder of John Hunt.
Do you know anything about that?
I heard, of course.
Do you know anyone who
would want him dead, Mr. Cho?
James had many
enemies, Detective Malik,
yourself included.
Are you sure you won't have
something to eat, Detective?
- Szechuan pork, perhaps?
- Oh, thank you,
but I can only eat halal pork.
Of course.
My mistake.
Your daughter
was most distressed
when she made that phone call.
I'm sure, just like us,
you're anxious to know
that she's safe, yeah?
We'll be in touch.
[Knock on door]
Just need a signature and
a letter of recommendation.
It's a great opportunity.
I'm sure you'd do well.
I'd be very sorry to
lose you, of course,
if your application
was successful.
ZANE: Thanks.
It's gotta go to Crowley.
Do it properly.
Get it signed off by
your team leader first.
RAHMAN: So, through
death, the man meets justice.
No, Baba. Justice
hasn't been done.
You suffer.
- Mum suffers.
- [Pen scratching]
You've forgotten the story.
The young man from Baghdad
who saw death in his uncle's garden.
[Scoffs] Baba.
Tell me, Jidoo. What
does death look like?
[Breathes deeply] Oh, who knows?
It was terrifying.
The young man knew what it was.
It was death, coming to get him.
So he fled to Samarra.
Where's that?
Samarra's far away.
Far, far away from here.
So, his uncle went out to
the garden, looking for death.
"Death, what are you doing,
frightening my nephew?"
Death apologized.
"I didn't mean to frighten him.
In fact, I have an appointment
with him in Samarra
this very evening."
I don't get it.
It was the nephew's
destiny to die.
Then, and in that way.
- Give us the money!
- No.
- Give us the money!
- Zane, give him the money.
Shut up! Open the till
and give us the money,
or I'll blow your brains out!
Give us the money!
[Gasps]
- What's wrong?
- [Breathing heavily]
Huh?
Nothin'.
He's gone now.
He's dead.
ZANE: [Breathes deeply]
[No audio]
- Yours?
- MATTHEW: Yeah.
- Is that your dad?
- No, he's my granddad.
ZANE: Where's your mum?
She's inside.
What are you doing here?
Matthew, come inside.
You called triple-0 the
other night, didn't you?
- That was you, wasn't it?
- I saw what you were doing.
You were trying to kill Jamie.
But I didn't kill him, did
I? Someone else did.
Someone knocked me
out and kidnapped him.
You were there.
You were part of it.
- No, I wasn't!
- Then you were used
to get to him, 'cause someone
dragged him from the river,
tortured him, and murdered him.
- Now, who was it?
- What's it to you?!
- Who was it?
- You wanted him dead!
- He's dead, isn't he?
- Is Matthew his son?
- Is he?
- [Voice breaking] Yes.
Then help me.
What'd they want?
What did they want?
- Tell me now.
- He wanted us back.
- Who? Who?
- My father wanted us back.
He couldn't find us.
You've gotta go because he'll
have people watching the house.
Where were you at?
CELIA: We were gonna
go to South America.
We were gonna be
together, but they, uh...
- Who?
- Two men.
They came to the house
where we were hiding.
They kicked the door
in, grabbed Matthew.
Did you know who these men were?
- No!
- Listen to me.
Your son's father
was brutally murdered.
They threw him off a building.
Do you want Matthew growing
up with the man who did that?
- I have no choice.
- I'm giving you a choice.
- Of course you've got a choice.
- But you don't know my father.
He would have me destroyed
if he thought he was
gonna lose his grandson.
Your father's only as powerful
as people allow him to be.
Now, you've got a chance to
stop it, and I wanna help you,
but you've gotta tell
me who these guys are.
If you can't do it for
yourself, do it for your son.
CELIA: [Sobs]
- MAN: Yeah, it's him.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
- Upstairs, thanks.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
TAM: Bruce Cho is a
very good customer.
- He's my best customer, in fact.
- Why's that?
He buys more seafood
than anyone else,
which means he gives me
more money than anyone else,
which makes me happy.
How long you been doing
business with Cho, Mr. Teng?
18 months, maybe.
KOA: You have any
other business with him?
I heard the rumors
about Mr. Cho.
He buys my fish.
That's all.
Fishy business. [Laughs]
- Not funny business.
- Did you hear about the man
who fell off the building
Wednesday night?
He died.
It was only a couple
of blocks away.
I heard. That's terrible.
His name was John
Hunt. You know him?
- No.
- ZANE: What about Cho?
Do you think Cho knows him?
I have no idea.
So, we think it's
possible that John Hunt
- was thrown off that building.
- Really?
- ZANE: Yeah.
- That's not good.
These are fit-looking
dudes you have here.
You wouldn't need any
forklifts with them around.
It'd take guys at least that big
to haul a man up to that window.
What's that got to do with me?
Why are you telling
me all these things?
KOA: Because of your
relationship with him.
We think it's fishier than
what you're letting on.
Now, I understand that
he's your best customer,
and should any problems arise,
he could quickly
become your worst.
TAM: Thank you for your concern.
- I'm sure I'll manage.
- ZANE: I'm sure you will.
That's my number. Just in case.
Hey, remember that fragment
of an envelope we found
at the apartment
where they took Hunt?
- Yeah.
- We traced back
the post-office-box number
to a vacant unit in Marrickville.
Any forwarding address?
Yeah. 35 High Street, Punchbowl.
- I'll check it out.
- All right. Thanks.
Have you contacted
the Asian crime squad
- about this Tam Hok Teng?
- Yeah.
He's not a target of theirs.
I want to check out
this place in Punchbowl.
[Siren wailing]
[Tires screeching]
Police! Don't move!
- Clear!
- Clear!
- Clear!
- CALLAS: Clear!
Here!
Two bodies, both male.
Heads and hands missing.
So two witnesses without heads.
[Scoffs]
Makes it hard for
'em to testify in court.
KOA: Will you excuse us, please?
Now, why didn't
you tell us you knew
where your daughter
was, Mr. Cho?
She's at your house,
and she's very distressed.
My daughter's made
some unfortunate decisions
in her life. Now she suffers.
So if she'd just
listened to her father,
none of this would
have happened?
As a father, you watch
your children make choices.
You cannot make them for them.
Except in your case,
you can just simply eradicate
those choices altogether.
- I'm sorry?
- You missing anything, Mr. Cho?
A necklace? A gold medallion?
- BRUCE: No.
- ZANE: Two men were found today
who worked for an
associate of yours.
Both of their
heads were missing.
Do you know anything about that?
I find your line of
questioning insulting.
So unless you have a
warrant, I'd like you to leave.
Oh, we're leaving.
I just hope you're right
about that necklace,
because DNA being what it is,
whoever lost it probably
made a fatal mistake.
I dreamt I shot
Crowley last night.
Maybe you need to
take some time off.
- See the imam.
- [Engine starts]
Whatever you need to do.
No.
Easiest thing to
do is just move on.
Internal affairs haven't
given up on you.
- When did this arrive?
- WRIGHT: This morning.
I'm sorry. I thought it
had all been dealt with.
[Paper rustling]
So, I'm gonna lose my career
because some prick from
I.A. who's out to get me
accuses me of killing
some two-bit drug dealer.
Don't assume the worst, Ray.
[Sighs]
ZANE: Have you had a
look at that application?
[Sighs] It's still
in the in-tray.
- Why?
- You've got to wait your turn.
I thought you'd
want to fast-track it,
given the chance to
see the back of me.
Why do you think you
need special treatment?
I don't. I just want
that application form in
by the due date,
which is tomorrow.
[Chuckles] You poor, dumb sod.
You actually think this
is a promotion, don't you?
You really do think you're
something extraordinary.
They're not calling you
because you solved the
Wanda Beach murders.
Let's face it.
They're just chasing
brownie points.
You're just gonna be
their token bearded wog.
- A glorified interpreter.
- You've got until 10:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.
- Then I'm gonna tell on you.
- On what grounds?
If you really want to find out,
keep screwing me around.
So, you threw the first punch?
He spat on our shirts.
He called us towelheads.
- You expect me to ignore that?
- Who's he?
I can't help you until you tell
me what this guy's name is.
- Amir?
- I don't want your help.
- Amir, please.
- ZANE: I see.
So, how are you
gonna deal with it?
What are you gonna do?
We're gonna smash them
so they never touch us again.
You see? An eye for an eye.
As long as he
stays at this school,
the fighting will continue.
It's not the school.
Amir, you've gotta show
them you're better than that.
You understand me?
Come here.
I know you hate these guys.
You want 'em to pay.
I know you want to hurt 'em,
but you're gonna hurt yourself.
Look at me.
You understand?
You're gonna hurt yourself
and others by being so stubborn.
Come here.
I just... don't know.
I don't want him
to turn out like me.
I do.
You're a good man.
Allahu akbar.
[Speaking Arabic]
[Panting]
- Dad, what's this?
- Where'd you get it?
AMIR: The shed.
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Detonator thuds]
[Sirens wailing]
[Tires screeching]
- Zane Malik.
- ZANE: What do you want?
We've got information
that you've got
- explosives in the shed.
- Yeah, I'll bet you do.
- Who called you?
- Here's the search warrant
and the occupier's notice.
You better read them.
- Dad's in trouble, right?
- AMINA: He has nothing to hide.
Mrs. Malik, we
need to do a search.
RAHMAN: [Speaking Arabic]
That's my chair. Don't move it.
- No, no, no.
- No, please.
That belongs to my grandfather.
Zane, they can't do this.
They can't come in here
- and take our things.
- You don't need to make a mess.
- They moved my chair.
- We all gotta go.
Just come over here,
Amir. Get out of their road.
Just... It's gonna be all
right. We'll be all right.
Come on. Okay. Amir,
I've gotta go with these men.
I've got to answer
some questions, all right?
I need you to look after your
mum and your sister for me.
All right? Can you do that?
Call Mum at the shop.
Tell her to come home.
When Koa arrives, get
him to talk to the neighbors.
See if anyone saw
someone approach the house
in the last 24 hours, okay?
AMINA: It's okay. I'll
look after your dad.
You've done nothing wrong.
YASMEEN: Papa.
ZANE: Okay.
[Man vocalizing]
[Thunder rumbling]
[No audio]
OFFICER: Mr. Malik,
you're a Muslim.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
OFFICER: How would you
describe yourself? Conservative?
- Hard-line? Fundamentalist?
- None of the above.
What's this got to do with the
explosives found in my shed?
- We'll decide what's relevant.
- I'm a tolerant Muslim.
I'm loyal to this country.
I've just been asked
to apply for a job
with the anti-terrorist
unit, so you'd think
if there was a security issue,
someone would have picked it up.
OFFICER: Regardless of
what you've been offered,
you need to satisfy us
that you've got nothing to do
with what was found
on your property.
- Okay.
- OFFICER: Okay.
Now, you regularly attend
mosque often on Fridays,
- Less regularly on Saturdays.
- You go to church on Sundays?
What about you? You
Catholic? Protestant?
We're not here to discuss
our religious beliefs.
What are we doing
discussing mine?
Do you have any
Muslim heroes, Mr. Malik?
Muhammad Ali.
OFFICER #2: Apart
from sporting heroes.
None that I want
to discuss with you.
We've downloaded
information from your computer.
In the past month,
you've visited
over 20 Islamic Internet sites.
You've also registered to
attend a number of lectures
by Islamic religious leaders.
One of them at the
Leichhardt Mosque
by a Saudi mullah by
the name of Omar Ali,
who's widely known to
promote a separate Islamic world
and anti-Western philosophies.
It doesn't matter who I've
listened to or where I've been.
I know nothing about the
explosives found in my shed.
OFFICER #2: Please
answer the question.
Yes, I went to that mosque.
I left about 10 minutes
after I got there.
I didn't like what the
mullah was saying.
Even still, I think he was
marginally more intelligent
than you two.
AMINA: Where have
they taken Zane?
KOA: I'd say down
to the central office
to ask him some questions.
I've spoken to Patricia Wright.
She's in close contact.
Excuse me.
Where is he?
KOA: The Feds have taken him.
Who called 'em? That's
what I want to know.
What's your relationship
with a Mr. Wadi Beher?
His wife's a
friend of my wife's.
How well you know him?
ZANE: I see him at
big family functions,
get-togethers,
that sort of thing.
OFFICER #1: What do you know
about his travel arrangements?
Not a lot.
OFFICER #1: Did you
know he went to Afghanistan
- last April?
- Yeah.
Do you know, while there,
he attended a training camp
- run by Islamic extremists?
- If you knew that,
I would have thought you'd have
organized for him to be abducted
and taken to Egypt for torture.
OFFICER #1: I'll put
the question to you again.
Did you know that,
when in Afghanistan,
- he visited a training camp?
- No, I did not.
OFFICER #1: Did you ask
him where he was going,
- what he was doing?
- Strangely enough,
people in our community
tend to go overseas quite a lot.
So when they tell me
where they're going,
I'm not in the habit of
asking if they're visiting
- a terrorist training camp.
- Perhaps you should have.
It would have been a
great help to us in this case.
Now, I'd like to ask you
what business you had
with this man yesterday.
That's Tam Hok Teng.
We were interviewing
him in relation
to a murder investigation.
Tam Hok Teng is not
this man's real name.
So, what is his real name?
I want to know why you
haven't updated your records.
I haven't gotten
around to it yet.
My partner was
with me. Talk to him.
Obviously, we can't
take this any further.
We'll make some inquiries,
get together for a re-interview
- at a later date.
- Interview terminated.
No, it isn't. I'm conducting
a murder investigation.
You've got information
that's relevant to that case,
- I'd like to know about it.
- And what do you want to know?
I want to know if you know
that he's a suspect for murder.
- No.
- ZANE: No?
Our information does
not reveal that now.
So while you're accusing
me of being a terrorist,
I'm out there trying to find
someone who's already
brutally murdered three
men in the last 48 hours.
Why don't you let me go catch
someone who's really
terrorizing the community?
CROWLEY: Let's
start with the shed.
Is it kept locked or unlocked?
- I'm not sure.
- Is it normally kept locked?
Mostly.
Well, so, you're saying
it was locked then.
Well, Zane usually locks
it because of the kids.
Apart from yourself
and your husband,
who else has access to a key?
No one.
And how easy would it be,
do you think, to come down
the side of the house and
get into this thing unseen?
Well, as you can
see, there are windows
at the side of the house,
but if it were nighttime...
- Or you were upstairs.
- Yes.
If you weren't in the
kitchen, then, yes, you could.
Now, are you aware of
any member of your family
or your husband's family who
may belong to an extremist group?
No. Actually, I find
the question insulting.
CROWLEY: You
probably do, Mrs. Malik.
If I don't know all the facts,
I can't help your husband.
Since when have you ever
tried to help my husband?
It... The explosives were
obviously planted in our shed
to try and discredit Zane.
The last people who'd want
to do that would be his parents
or anyone else in his family.
And are you aware of
any person that would like
to discredit your
husband, Mrs. Malik?
Well, as you know, detectives
are never short of enemies.
Being a Muslim, my
husband's an easy target
for anyone trying
to get rid of him.
Whether they're inside
or outside of the force.
You're not
interviewing my father.
He's brain-damaged.
We've got a job to do.
Everyone who lives in or
has access to that house
needs to be interviewed.
This is ridiculous. Can't
you leave them out of it?
Did you hear what I
said? He's brain-damaged.
He's not well enough to
answer your question...
You can't go in there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm waiting outside.
Don't upset him.
NEVIN: This is Thomas Nevin.
- Please leave a message.
- [Beep]
Nevin, look, it's
Zane Malik here.
I want to know what's going on.
I've just been interviewed
by two federal police
about some explosives that
were planted in my garage.
My stuff's been confiscated.
My family's been
dragged into this.
Now, if this is some kind of
test, I'd like to know about it.
Will you contact me, please?
[Cellphone beeps]
- Hey.
- YASMEEN: Baba!
ZANE: Everything's all right.
- AMIR: Are you going to jail?
- ZANE: No, of course I'm not.
- AMINA: Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Thanks for staying.
- KOA: No worries. How'd you go?
Oh, usual rubbish.
Everyone's a terrorist.
One thing, though.
Tam Hok Teng. We've got to
run some checks on this guy.
Apparently, he's not
who he says he is.
Anything here?
Lady next door said she
saw a man, middle-aged,
light-brown hair, large
nose, parked in a silver sedan
outside this house last night.
Crowley.
Did you come by
my place last night?
- Why?
- 'Cause a neighbor of mine
gave a description of a
man who looked like you
watching my place from a
silver sedan across the road.
- Hang on, Malik.
- That's all right, Helen.
You think I put that
stuff in your shed?
- ZANE: Someone identified you.
- Why would I bother?
'Cause you want
me out of this unit.
You want to prove I'm no better
than that stinking,
drug-pushing, low-life Arab
who sold drugs to your son.
- You're mad.
- That's easy. Call me mad.
No, you're mad.
The guilt's driving you mad,
'cause I've read your files.
You were there when
your old man got shot.
You're the reason my
father never got justice.
Yeah. Every time you
see that scar on your face,
you're reminded
of one simple fact.
You wouldn't hand the money over
'cause you couldn't
hand the money over.
You couldn't move.
He had to move for you.
And that's why he got
shot, Malik, your father.
- 'Cause of you!
- CALLAS: Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What in the hell is going on?!
I want to see you in
my office now, Ray.
This isn't gonna
help your cause, Ray.
Internal affairs are
coming here tomorrow
to resume their investigation.
And they want me to stand
you down while that takes place.
Where are you in all this?
What do you think?
It doesn't matter what I think.
CROWLEY: Yes, it does.
Probably more than it should.
In my head, I have doubts.
But in my heart,
I know you did it.
You.
Oh. You.
You told I.A.
[Door opens]
You put it on him, didn't you?
If you'd listened to what
I said, I'd have been able
to tell you something
that you needed to know.
- What?
- I don't know exactly.
I was doing a check
on Tam Hok Teng.
Crowley took it up with
plastics and got something.
What?
Well, you'll have
to ask him that.
[Knock on door]
Ray.
I've been calling you. You
won't answer your phone.
- What are you... deaf?
- Get out.
Look, Koa said you got
information on Tam Hok Teng,
- and I need it.
- Get out of my flat.
Get out. Get out.
I'll leave once you
give me the information.
My services have been
suspended. So piss off. Get out.
Yeah, I heard.
- What are these for?
- My nerves.
Dog's name's Geoff. One
tablet morning and night.
They're heartworm
tablets for the dog.
My boy's dog.
Paul's dog.
He always wanted a dog.
And I told him that
he couldn't have one
'cause he didn't know
how to look after a dog.
And I told him...
- I always told him...
- ZANE: Ray, I don't know
what happened between
you and Basha, right?
And we're never gonna be mates.
Right?
But I know I nearly killed Hunt.
And if he'd hurt my son, I
would have done the same.
I don't need absolution.
ZANE: I'm not gonna
give it to you, Ray.
But Basha was a grub. A
drug-pushing piece of shit.
And no one cares what
you did to him, Ray.
No one cares.
Ray. No one cares, mate.
- I do.
- Of course you do, mate.
Of course you wanted him dead.
Show me a man who doesn't
want revenge for his son, mate,
but it doesn't help, does it?
'Cause deep down
inside, the pain
comes from somewhere
else, doesn't it? Huh?
- I can see the shame 'cause...
- Get out!
- You're sick with it!
- Get out!
I know the place you're in,
- 'cause I've been there, too.
- Get out!
But if you really want
to do it, mate, do it!
Do it!
Do it, mate! I won't stop you.
I respect you,
Ray. I respect you.
We've had our differences,
but that's none of my business.
So give me what you got on
Tam Hok Teng, and I'll leave.
His real name's Irman Separta.
- Who is he? What is he?
- He's a Chinese Indonesian.
He supplies
explosives, ammunition
to fundamentalist Muslim
groups in the Philippines.
And he works for Cho, does he?
Yeah, he does.
That stuff that was
planted in your house
was Chinese explosives.
Last month, Indonesian police
seized a whole new batch,
so if you want to know who's
been trying to stitch you up...
Then I owe you an apology.
CROWLEY: You owe me nothing.
I owe you an apology.
And this is yours.
It's my father's watch.
ZANE: Big shoes to fill.
Take it, Ray.
- Where did you find it?
- ZANE: It doesn't matter.
It's yours.
It's broken.
The only way out is to
keep pushing through.
So put that back
in your holster.
Let's go on with the job.
What job?
Did you see him go in?
Yeah. 10 minutes ago.
- How many's he with?
- CALLAS: Two.
Irman.
Seems you and I have more
in common than we thought.
SEPARTA: As you can see,
we are in the middle of a game.
Game's over. We
know who you are.
Irman Separta. Indonesian.
CROWLEY: You ran
prostitutes back there.
Exported arms, ammunition.
I'm sorry. You've
got the wrong man.
Some of those explosives
made their way back to my house.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
How much did Bruce Cho pay you
to plant that stuff
in his garage?
- He didn't.
- CROWLEY: You don't talk to us,
you're gonna find
yourself back in Indonesia.
And when you get there, old son,
it's not gonna be
a holiday camp.
ZANE: Now, what can you tell
us about the murder of John Hunt?
Who threw him out the window?
CROWLEY: We found
those two witnesses.
We found 'em in rubbish
bins, minus their heads.
So, how long do you think
Bruce Cho's gonna
let you keep yours?
I'm not afraid of Bruce Cho.
Oh, you should be.
He wants you dead.
BRUCE: The rest will be
paid once the job is carried out
and the body is disposed of.
Make it clean and quick.
No witnesses.
CROWLEY: Do you hear that?
He's organizing your execution.
What makes you think it's mine?
You're meeting a
Philip Lee tomorrow.
Concord. 8:30 p.m.
Piss off.
ZANE: See you, mate.
We know Bruce Cho
used your men on that job.
We know that.
Here's your choice.
You tell us the truth,
or you'll die.
It wasn't planned.
Cho told us Hunt
kidnapped his daughter.
He hired us to get her back.
We found Hunt, got
information out of him.
But Cho lost control.
He pushed him over.
Bruce Cho, you're under arrest
for the murder of James Wilson,
alias John Hunt.
At the lifts!
BRUCE: [Screams]
[Screaming]
[Grunts]
I got you.
Let go.
Let go, you silly bloody Arab.
ZANE: I've got you.
[Straining]
[Man vocalizing]
Look at you.
You're a man.
I went through Crowley's stuff.
I found this in his glove box.
[Paper rustling]
CROWLEY: "To
whom it may concern,
I have worked closely
with D.S.C. Malik
since 2002 in the
major crime squad
as his immediate
supervisor detective sergeant.
During this period of
time, I have found him to be
a most professional
investigator,
and, more importantly, a man
of the highest moral caliber.
In relation to the position for
which he is being considered,
D.S.C. Malik has the
cultural background
and linguistic skills to make
a serious impact on activities
such as those
investigated within your unit.
He can communicate
with people at all levels,
both within and outside
the police service,
and, very importantly,
people from within the Arabic
and Islamic communities.
I have no hesitation in
recommending Zane Malik.
Yours sincerely,
Detective Sergeant Ray Crowley."
PRIEST: Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
In sure and certain hope of
the resurrection into eternal life.
ZANE: [Speaking Arabic]
From the earth, we
have created you.
And unto the earth,
we shall return you.
And from it, we shall
resurrect you once again.
So, where to now, bro?
Ah, there's only one way, bro.
- Forward.
- [Chuckles]
I suppose you wanna drive.
Ah, I wouldn't say no.
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
[Man vocalizing]
does Muhammad say
about a man who
takes a life of another?
You don't escape!
WRIGHT: There's an investigation
into the death of Gamal Basha.
You're the number-one suspect.
ZANE: 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.
- [Gunshot]
- You've been following me.
ZANE: No, I was following Hunt.
What were you doing with him?
Well, that's none of
your business, you see?
Anything to do with
John Hunt is my business.
Not if it's got something
to do with another job,
and if you've
buggered that job up...
We were told to back off.
Drug squad wanted him.
ZANE: How did drug squad
get priority over armed robbery?
He was my gig. I was
looking out for him.
That's the way we used
to do things back then.
I know it was you
because I was there.
I have a son!
I have a son!
[Man chanting in Arabic]
[Siren wailing]
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
How long has he been out?
No idea.
CROWLEY: That's
very helpful, mate.
[Police radio chatter,
vehicle doors close]
Who found him?
CROWLEY: We got an
anonymous call from a woman
saying he was trying
to drown her husband.
Uniforms found
Malik unconscious.
No sign of anyone else.
- What were you doing with Hunt?
- ZANE: Where is he?
You tell us.
I left him there.
I left him there on the edge.
CELIA: He's drowning
him. He's pushing him under!
He's gonna kill him!
OPERATOR: Okay, calm down
- and tell me where you are.
- Blackland's Caravan Park.
- Please. He's trying to kill...
- The caravan park
- at Blackland?
- CELIA: Yes. Oh, my God.
He's got him in the
water. Please stop him!
OPERATOR: Okay, okay.
Who's being assaulted?
CELIA: Jamie. By
a cop. A detective.
OPERATOR: Is he arresting
him or assaulting him?
CELIA: I just told you.
He's drowning him.
He's pushing him under.
He's gonna kill him!
[Mouse clicks]
Did you I.D. the call?
- KOA: The phone was Hunt's.
- Is he answering it?
He's disappeared.
I told you to stay
away from that.
- You told me you'd help me.
- I said I'd look into it.
But you couldn't wait.
You had to go in yourself.
He shot my father. I was after
a confession, and I got one.
Oh, you think that confession's
gonna stand up in court?
If Hunt isn't found, the only
thing standing up in court
is gonna be you
accused of his murder.
He was still alive
when I left him there.
Oh, are you sure about that?
- Or should we drag the river?!
- I left him there.
I'm heading back to my car,
and someone knocked me out.
- KOA: It wasn't Hunt?
- No way. Too quick.
- Who was it, then?
- Someone trying to protect him.
WRIGHT: Oh,
you're unstable, Malik.
You're becoming paranoid.
I recruited you into this unit,
and I have gone out of
my way to support you.
But I will not continue
to support you
while you threaten the
reputation of this team.
Thomas Nevin. Do
you know who he is?
Head of the anti-terrorism unit.
Two weeks ago, he approached me
about recruiting
you to his team.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
Hard to believe, given
the current state of affairs.
Now, how am I supposed
to recommend you
when you can't
even control yourself
with a lowlife like Hunt?
Now, you take 24 hours off,
and, for God's sake, get a grip.
Get out.
I didn't kill him, all right?
I wanted to. But I didn't.
Yeah, well, you shouldn't
have went in there alone.
We've gotta find him, all right?
Has anyone done a call
charge record on his mobile yet?
KOA: Yeah, well,
just leave that to me.
- I'm taking you home.
- [Vehicle door opens]
- [Breathes sharply]
- AMINA: Oh.
That's it. Good boy.
You're very brave.
You and Ahmed need to
stay away from these boys.
Find somewhere else to go.
Any answer on Hunt's mobile yet?
Okay, okay. All right. Bye.
If he was at the Islamic school,
he would not have
to suffer like this.
You can't protect
him from these things.
He is a child, Zane.
We can't afford a
private school, can we?
You know that.
Amir, come here. What happened?
- AMIR: They were picking on us.
- What'd I tell you to do?
You've gotta defend
yourself, yeah?
- After that?
- Tell the teacher.
You go to the teacher, and
you let them handle it, yeah?
Go back to your mum.
Look who's talking.
Come on, Amir. Put this on it.
- AMIR: Ow, ow, ow.
- AMINA: Amir, it's okay.
[Sirens wailing]
[Siren wailing]
And this is where it ends.
[Woman screaming]
[Man screams]
- [Gasps]
- [Cellphone rings]
[Ringing continues]
- [Cellphone beeps]
- Yeah?
KOA: Zane, we found Hunt.
[Police radio chatter]
I told you not to come.
He's done you a favor
and taken a swan dive.
He didn't jump.
Well, jumped, pushed, whatever.
He's dead.
It's all over.
No.
It's not over.
CROWLEY: He had to have known
he was signing his death warrant
by coming down to Sydney.
You think the southwest
syndicate caught up with him?
Whoever it was wanted him.
They wanted
something out of him.
Well, not necessarily.
ZANE: Well, why waste time
holding him up in an apartment?
CROWLEY: Maybe they
wanted some bloody privacy.
What, you call pushing
someone out of a building private?
WRIGHT: Okay, okay. Enough.
So far, we have
only one witness.
- Is that correct?
- CROWLEY: That's correct.
Woman next door heard
muffled screams through the wall.
No one else saw
anything, heard anything?
KOA: If they did, they're
not prepared to talk.
But there was no CCTV
on the apartment block.
Anything to indicate a struggle
before the victim went over?
LIM: Yeah, we found a broken
chain with a gold medallion.
What about forensics?
LIM: Skin cells underneath
the victim's nails,
and he landed on his head, so
he could have been thrown off.
[Cellphone rings]
WRIGHT: Have we
done a habitation check
- on the apartment?
- ZANE: Zane Malik.
CALLAS: Yep. It's owned
by Hong Kong company
subletting to an
Australian subsidiary.
No problem.
- Zane.
- ZANE: Mr. Nevin.
Hey, Zane. Sit.
[Laughs] My father was
a petroleum engineer.
I was brought up in Libya.
Did a stint in Cairo
in my early teens.
Really? A short black, thanks.
NEVIN: Zane, we've
had a position open up,
and we're looking for people
with policing experience,
some undercover technique,
and someone who can liaise
with the Arabic community.
So, you'd go in as team
leader at sergeant level.
You know, and think about it.
You'll have all the resources
in the world behind you.
You know, you'd be
able to do the job properly.
It'd be a chance to
make a big difference.
The position's
gonna be advertised,
but I want you to apply for it
through your chain of command.
KOA: Hey. How'd
you go with Nevin?
- How'd you know?
- He called for you earlier.
- He wants me to apply for a job.
- You should go for it.
Hey, they got any room
for a Samoan prince?
Islander terrorism's
on the increase.
ZANE: You're halfway there.
Your skin's the right color.
Hey, a piece of rubbish
we found at the apartment
turns out to be
torn off an envelope.
- Looks like an address.
- ZANE: Any names?
Someone tried to
flush it down the toilet,
so it's hard to make out,
but we do have an area code
and what could be a
post-office-box number.
ZANE: I need you
to trace it for me.
Even if you've gotta go
through every last private box
at that post office.
How are we going with that call
charge record on Hunt's mobile?
Whole heap of calls
were made to this number.
Celia Cho. 28 years old.
Any relation to Bruce Cho?
As in the southwest syndicate?
Yep. Same address.
We just ran a subscriber check
with a frequent number
from Hunt's mobile records.
Looks like Hunt's girlfriend
could be related to Bruce Cho.
Bruce Cho?
Hey, he's a tough
one to pin anything on.
He always manages
to distance himself.
Well, that probably
suits you just fine.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, Hunt being taken out
means some of
your nasty skeletons
remain safely locked
in that closet, doesn't it?
It's just killing you, isn't it?
All those years you
spent running 'round,
trying to find Hunt
to pay for what he did.
And someone
else got to him first.
What I wanted was to see
the man who hurt my father
be brought to justice.
I'm gonna found out
whoever got in the way,
with or without your help.
Hello.
Can I offer you both
something to eat?
Oh, we've eaten. Thanks.
Do you know a person
by the name of Celia Cho?
Celia's my daughter. Why?
KOA: We need to speak to
her. Any idea where she is?
My daughter's an adult.
I don't keep track of
her every movement.
What's this about?
We're investigating
the murder of John Hunt.
Do you know anything about that?
I heard, of course.
Do you know anyone who
would want him dead, Mr. Cho?
James had many
enemies, Detective Malik,
yourself included.
Are you sure you won't have
something to eat, Detective?
- Szechuan pork, perhaps?
- Oh, thank you,
but I can only eat halal pork.
Of course.
My mistake.
Your daughter
was most distressed
when she made that phone call.
I'm sure, just like us,
you're anxious to know
that she's safe, yeah?
We'll be in touch.
[Knock on door]
Just need a signature and
a letter of recommendation.
It's a great opportunity.
I'm sure you'd do well.
I'd be very sorry to
lose you, of course,
if your application
was successful.
ZANE: Thanks.
It's gotta go to Crowley.
Do it properly.
Get it signed off by
your team leader first.
RAHMAN: So, through
death, the man meets justice.
No, Baba. Justice
hasn't been done.
You suffer.
- Mum suffers.
- [Pen scratching]
You've forgotten the story.
The young man from Baghdad
who saw death in his uncle's garden.
[Scoffs] Baba.
Tell me, Jidoo. What
does death look like?
[Breathes deeply] Oh, who knows?
It was terrifying.
The young man knew what it was.
It was death, coming to get him.
So he fled to Samarra.
Where's that?
Samarra's far away.
Far, far away from here.
So, his uncle went out to
the garden, looking for death.
"Death, what are you doing,
frightening my nephew?"
Death apologized.
"I didn't mean to frighten him.
In fact, I have an appointment
with him in Samarra
this very evening."
I don't get it.
It was the nephew's
destiny to die.
Then, and in that way.
- Give us the money!
- No.
- Give us the money!
- Zane, give him the money.
Shut up! Open the till
and give us the money,
or I'll blow your brains out!
Give us the money!
[Gasps]
- What's wrong?
- [Breathing heavily]
Huh?
Nothin'.
He's gone now.
He's dead.
ZANE: [Breathes deeply]
[No audio]
- Yours?
- MATTHEW: Yeah.
- Is that your dad?
- No, he's my granddad.
ZANE: Where's your mum?
She's inside.
What are you doing here?
Matthew, come inside.
You called triple-0 the
other night, didn't you?
- That was you, wasn't it?
- I saw what you were doing.
You were trying to kill Jamie.
But I didn't kill him, did
I? Someone else did.
Someone knocked me
out and kidnapped him.
You were there.
You were part of it.
- No, I wasn't!
- Then you were used
to get to him, 'cause someone
dragged him from the river,
tortured him, and murdered him.
- Now, who was it?
- What's it to you?!
- Who was it?
- You wanted him dead!
- He's dead, isn't he?
- Is Matthew his son?
- Is he?
- [Voice breaking] Yes.
Then help me.
What'd they want?
What did they want?
- Tell me now.
- He wanted us back.
- Who? Who?
- My father wanted us back.
He couldn't find us.
You've gotta go because he'll
have people watching the house.
Where were you at?
CELIA: We were gonna
go to South America.
We were gonna be
together, but they, uh...
- Who?
- Two men.
They came to the house
where we were hiding.
They kicked the door
in, grabbed Matthew.
Did you know who these men were?
- No!
- Listen to me.
Your son's father
was brutally murdered.
They threw him off a building.
Do you want Matthew growing
up with the man who did that?
- I have no choice.
- I'm giving you a choice.
- Of course you've got a choice.
- But you don't know my father.
He would have me destroyed
if he thought he was
gonna lose his grandson.
Your father's only as powerful
as people allow him to be.
Now, you've got a chance to
stop it, and I wanna help you,
but you've gotta tell
me who these guys are.
If you can't do it for
yourself, do it for your son.
CELIA: [Sobs]
- MAN: Yeah, it's him.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
- Upstairs, thanks.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
TAM: Bruce Cho is a
very good customer.
- He's my best customer, in fact.
- Why's that?
He buys more seafood
than anyone else,
which means he gives me
more money than anyone else,
which makes me happy.
How long you been doing
business with Cho, Mr. Teng?
18 months, maybe.
KOA: You have any
other business with him?
I heard the rumors
about Mr. Cho.
He buys my fish.
That's all.
Fishy business. [Laughs]
- Not funny business.
- Did you hear about the man
who fell off the building
Wednesday night?
He died.
It was only a couple
of blocks away.
I heard. That's terrible.
His name was John
Hunt. You know him?
- No.
- ZANE: What about Cho?
Do you think Cho knows him?
I have no idea.
So, we think it's
possible that John Hunt
- was thrown off that building.
- Really?
- ZANE: Yeah.
- That's not good.
These are fit-looking
dudes you have here.
You wouldn't need any
forklifts with them around.
It'd take guys at least that big
to haul a man up to that window.
What's that got to do with me?
Why are you telling
me all these things?
KOA: Because of your
relationship with him.
We think it's fishier than
what you're letting on.
Now, I understand that
he's your best customer,
and should any problems arise,
he could quickly
become your worst.
TAM: Thank you for your concern.
- I'm sure I'll manage.
- ZANE: I'm sure you will.
That's my number. Just in case.
Hey, remember that fragment
of an envelope we found
at the apartment
where they took Hunt?
- Yeah.
- We traced back
the post-office-box number
to a vacant unit in Marrickville.
Any forwarding address?
Yeah. 35 High Street, Punchbowl.
- I'll check it out.
- All right. Thanks.
Have you contacted
the Asian crime squad
- about this Tam Hok Teng?
- Yeah.
He's not a target of theirs.
I want to check out
this place in Punchbowl.
[Siren wailing]
[Tires screeching]
Police! Don't move!
- Clear!
- Clear!
- Clear!
- CALLAS: Clear!
Here!
Two bodies, both male.
Heads and hands missing.
So two witnesses without heads.
[Scoffs]
Makes it hard for
'em to testify in court.
KOA: Will you excuse us, please?
Now, why didn't
you tell us you knew
where your daughter
was, Mr. Cho?
She's at your house,
and she's very distressed.
My daughter's made
some unfortunate decisions
in her life. Now she suffers.
So if she'd just
listened to her father,
none of this would
have happened?
As a father, you watch
your children make choices.
You cannot make them for them.
Except in your case,
you can just simply eradicate
those choices altogether.
- I'm sorry?
- You missing anything, Mr. Cho?
A necklace? A gold medallion?
- BRUCE: No.
- ZANE: Two men were found today
who worked for an
associate of yours.
Both of their
heads were missing.
Do you know anything about that?
I find your line of
questioning insulting.
So unless you have a
warrant, I'd like you to leave.
Oh, we're leaving.
I just hope you're right
about that necklace,
because DNA being what it is,
whoever lost it probably
made a fatal mistake.
I dreamt I shot
Crowley last night.
Maybe you need to
take some time off.
- See the imam.
- [Engine starts]
Whatever you need to do.
No.
Easiest thing to
do is just move on.
Internal affairs haven't
given up on you.
- When did this arrive?
- WRIGHT: This morning.
I'm sorry. I thought it
had all been dealt with.
[Paper rustling]
So, I'm gonna lose my career
because some prick from
I.A. who's out to get me
accuses me of killing
some two-bit drug dealer.
Don't assume the worst, Ray.
[Sighs]
ZANE: Have you had a
look at that application?
[Sighs] It's still
in the in-tray.
- Why?
- You've got to wait your turn.
I thought you'd
want to fast-track it,
given the chance to
see the back of me.
Why do you think you
need special treatment?
I don't. I just want
that application form in
by the due date,
which is tomorrow.
[Chuckles] You poor, dumb sod.
You actually think this
is a promotion, don't you?
You really do think you're
something extraordinary.
They're not calling you
because you solved the
Wanda Beach murders.
Let's face it.
They're just chasing
brownie points.
You're just gonna be
their token bearded wog.
- A glorified interpreter.
- You've got until 10:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.
- Then I'm gonna tell on you.
- On what grounds?
If you really want to find out,
keep screwing me around.
So, you threw the first punch?
He spat on our shirts.
He called us towelheads.
- You expect me to ignore that?
- Who's he?
I can't help you until you tell
me what this guy's name is.
- Amir?
- I don't want your help.
- Amir, please.
- ZANE: I see.
So, how are you
gonna deal with it?
What are you gonna do?
We're gonna smash them
so they never touch us again.
You see? An eye for an eye.
As long as he
stays at this school,
the fighting will continue.
It's not the school.
Amir, you've gotta show
them you're better than that.
You understand me?
Come here.
I know you hate these guys.
You want 'em to pay.
I know you want to hurt 'em,
but you're gonna hurt yourself.
Look at me.
You understand?
You're gonna hurt yourself
and others by being so stubborn.
Come here.
I just... don't know.
I don't want him
to turn out like me.
I do.
You're a good man.
Allahu akbar.
[Speaking Arabic]
[Panting]
- Dad, what's this?
- Where'd you get it?
AMIR: The shed.
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Detonator thuds]
[Sirens wailing]
[Tires screeching]
- Zane Malik.
- ZANE: What do you want?
We've got information
that you've got
- explosives in the shed.
- Yeah, I'll bet you do.
- Who called you?
- Here's the search warrant
and the occupier's notice.
You better read them.
- Dad's in trouble, right?
- AMINA: He has nothing to hide.
Mrs. Malik, we
need to do a search.
RAHMAN: [Speaking Arabic]
That's my chair. Don't move it.
- No, no, no.
- No, please.
That belongs to my grandfather.
Zane, they can't do this.
They can't come in here
- and take our things.
- You don't need to make a mess.
- They moved my chair.
- We all gotta go.
Just come over here,
Amir. Get out of their road.
Just... It's gonna be all
right. We'll be all right.
Come on. Okay. Amir,
I've gotta go with these men.
I've got to answer
some questions, all right?
I need you to look after your
mum and your sister for me.
All right? Can you do that?
Call Mum at the shop.
Tell her to come home.
When Koa arrives, get
him to talk to the neighbors.
See if anyone saw
someone approach the house
in the last 24 hours, okay?
AMINA: It's okay. I'll
look after your dad.
You've done nothing wrong.
YASMEEN: Papa.
ZANE: Okay.
[Man vocalizing]
[Thunder rumbling]
[No audio]
OFFICER: Mr. Malik,
you're a Muslim.
- Is that true?
- Yes.
OFFICER: How would you
describe yourself? Conservative?
- Hard-line? Fundamentalist?
- None of the above.
What's this got to do with the
explosives found in my shed?
- We'll decide what's relevant.
- I'm a tolerant Muslim.
I'm loyal to this country.
I've just been asked
to apply for a job
with the anti-terrorist
unit, so you'd think
if there was a security issue,
someone would have picked it up.
OFFICER: Regardless of
what you've been offered,
you need to satisfy us
that you've got nothing to do
with what was found
on your property.
- Okay.
- OFFICER: Okay.
Now, you regularly attend
mosque often on Fridays,
- Less regularly on Saturdays.
- You go to church on Sundays?
What about you? You
Catholic? Protestant?
We're not here to discuss
our religious beliefs.
What are we doing
discussing mine?
Do you have any
Muslim heroes, Mr. Malik?
Muhammad Ali.
OFFICER #2: Apart
from sporting heroes.
None that I want
to discuss with you.
We've downloaded
information from your computer.
In the past month,
you've visited
over 20 Islamic Internet sites.
You've also registered to
attend a number of lectures
by Islamic religious leaders.
One of them at the
Leichhardt Mosque
by a Saudi mullah by
the name of Omar Ali,
who's widely known to
promote a separate Islamic world
and anti-Western philosophies.
It doesn't matter who I've
listened to or where I've been.
I know nothing about the
explosives found in my shed.
OFFICER #2: Please
answer the question.
Yes, I went to that mosque.
I left about 10 minutes
after I got there.
I didn't like what the
mullah was saying.
Even still, I think he was
marginally more intelligent
than you two.
AMINA: Where have
they taken Zane?
KOA: I'd say down
to the central office
to ask him some questions.
I've spoken to Patricia Wright.
She's in close contact.
Excuse me.
Where is he?
KOA: The Feds have taken him.
Who called 'em? That's
what I want to know.
What's your relationship
with a Mr. Wadi Beher?
His wife's a
friend of my wife's.
How well you know him?
ZANE: I see him at
big family functions,
get-togethers,
that sort of thing.
OFFICER #1: What do you know
about his travel arrangements?
Not a lot.
OFFICER #1: Did you
know he went to Afghanistan
- last April?
- Yeah.
Do you know, while there,
he attended a training camp
- run by Islamic extremists?
- If you knew that,
I would have thought you'd have
organized for him to be abducted
and taken to Egypt for torture.
OFFICER #1: I'll put
the question to you again.
Did you know that,
when in Afghanistan,
- he visited a training camp?
- No, I did not.
OFFICER #1: Did you ask
him where he was going,
- what he was doing?
- Strangely enough,
people in our community
tend to go overseas quite a lot.
So when they tell me
where they're going,
I'm not in the habit of
asking if they're visiting
- a terrorist training camp.
- Perhaps you should have.
It would have been a
great help to us in this case.
Now, I'd like to ask you
what business you had
with this man yesterday.
That's Tam Hok Teng.
We were interviewing
him in relation
to a murder investigation.
Tam Hok Teng is not
this man's real name.
So, what is his real name?
I want to know why you
haven't updated your records.
I haven't gotten
around to it yet.
My partner was
with me. Talk to him.
Obviously, we can't
take this any further.
We'll make some inquiries,
get together for a re-interview
- at a later date.
- Interview terminated.
No, it isn't. I'm conducting
a murder investigation.
You've got information
that's relevant to that case,
- I'd like to know about it.
- And what do you want to know?
I want to know if you know
that he's a suspect for murder.
- No.
- ZANE: No?
Our information does
not reveal that now.
So while you're accusing
me of being a terrorist,
I'm out there trying to find
someone who's already
brutally murdered three
men in the last 48 hours.
Why don't you let me go catch
someone who's really
terrorizing the community?
CROWLEY: Let's
start with the shed.
Is it kept locked or unlocked?
- I'm not sure.
- Is it normally kept locked?
Mostly.
Well, so, you're saying
it was locked then.
Well, Zane usually locks
it because of the kids.
Apart from yourself
and your husband,
who else has access to a key?
No one.
And how easy would it be,
do you think, to come down
the side of the house and
get into this thing unseen?
Well, as you can
see, there are windows
at the side of the house,
but if it were nighttime...
- Or you were upstairs.
- Yes.
If you weren't in the
kitchen, then, yes, you could.
Now, are you aware of
any member of your family
or your husband's family who
may belong to an extremist group?
No. Actually, I find
the question insulting.
CROWLEY: You
probably do, Mrs. Malik.
If I don't know all the facts,
I can't help your husband.
Since when have you ever
tried to help my husband?
It... The explosives were
obviously planted in our shed
to try and discredit Zane.
The last people who'd want
to do that would be his parents
or anyone else in his family.
And are you aware of
any person that would like
to discredit your
husband, Mrs. Malik?
Well, as you know, detectives
are never short of enemies.
Being a Muslim, my
husband's an easy target
for anyone trying
to get rid of him.
Whether they're inside
or outside of the force.
You're not
interviewing my father.
He's brain-damaged.
We've got a job to do.
Everyone who lives in or
has access to that house
needs to be interviewed.
This is ridiculous. Can't
you leave them out of it?
Did you hear what I
said? He's brain-damaged.
He's not well enough to
answer your question...
You can't go in there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm waiting outside.
Don't upset him.
NEVIN: This is Thomas Nevin.
- Please leave a message.
- [Beep]
Nevin, look, it's
Zane Malik here.
I want to know what's going on.
I've just been interviewed
by two federal police
about some explosives that
were planted in my garage.
My stuff's been confiscated.
My family's been
dragged into this.
Now, if this is some kind of
test, I'd like to know about it.
Will you contact me, please?
[Cellphone beeps]
- Hey.
- YASMEEN: Baba!
ZANE: Everything's all right.
- AMIR: Are you going to jail?
- ZANE: No, of course I'm not.
- AMINA: Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Thanks for staying.
- KOA: No worries. How'd you go?
Oh, usual rubbish.
Everyone's a terrorist.
One thing, though.
Tam Hok Teng. We've got to
run some checks on this guy.
Apparently, he's not
who he says he is.
Anything here?
Lady next door said she
saw a man, middle-aged,
light-brown hair, large
nose, parked in a silver sedan
outside this house last night.
Crowley.
Did you come by
my place last night?
- Why?
- 'Cause a neighbor of mine
gave a description of a
man who looked like you
watching my place from a
silver sedan across the road.
- Hang on, Malik.
- That's all right, Helen.
You think I put that
stuff in your shed?
- ZANE: Someone identified you.
- Why would I bother?
'Cause you want
me out of this unit.
You want to prove I'm no better
than that stinking,
drug-pushing, low-life Arab
who sold drugs to your son.
- You're mad.
- That's easy. Call me mad.
No, you're mad.
The guilt's driving you mad,
'cause I've read your files.
You were there when
your old man got shot.
You're the reason my
father never got justice.
Yeah. Every time you
see that scar on your face,
you're reminded
of one simple fact.
You wouldn't hand the money over
'cause you couldn't
hand the money over.
You couldn't move.
He had to move for you.
And that's why he got
shot, Malik, your father.
- 'Cause of you!
- CALLAS: Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
What in the hell is going on?!
I want to see you in
my office now, Ray.
This isn't gonna
help your cause, Ray.
Internal affairs are
coming here tomorrow
to resume their investigation.
And they want me to stand
you down while that takes place.
Where are you in all this?
What do you think?
It doesn't matter what I think.
CROWLEY: Yes, it does.
Probably more than it should.
In my head, I have doubts.
But in my heart,
I know you did it.
You.
Oh. You.
You told I.A.
[Door opens]
You put it on him, didn't you?
If you'd listened to what
I said, I'd have been able
to tell you something
that you needed to know.
- What?
- I don't know exactly.
I was doing a check
on Tam Hok Teng.
Crowley took it up with
plastics and got something.
What?
Well, you'll have
to ask him that.
[Knock on door]
Ray.
I've been calling you. You
won't answer your phone.
- What are you... deaf?
- Get out.
Look, Koa said you got
information on Tam Hok Teng,
- and I need it.
- Get out of my flat.
Get out. Get out.
I'll leave once you
give me the information.
My services have been
suspended. So piss off. Get out.
Yeah, I heard.
- What are these for?
- My nerves.
Dog's name's Geoff. One
tablet morning and night.
They're heartworm
tablets for the dog.
My boy's dog.
Paul's dog.
He always wanted a dog.
And I told him that
he couldn't have one
'cause he didn't know
how to look after a dog.
And I told him...
- I always told him...
- ZANE: Ray, I don't know
what happened between
you and Basha, right?
And we're never gonna be mates.
Right?
But I know I nearly killed Hunt.
And if he'd hurt my son, I
would have done the same.
I don't need absolution.
ZANE: I'm not gonna
give it to you, Ray.
But Basha was a grub. A
drug-pushing piece of shit.
And no one cares what
you did to him, Ray.
No one cares.
Ray. No one cares, mate.
- I do.
- Of course you do, mate.
Of course you wanted him dead.
Show me a man who doesn't
want revenge for his son, mate,
but it doesn't help, does it?
'Cause deep down
inside, the pain
comes from somewhere
else, doesn't it? Huh?
- I can see the shame 'cause...
- Get out!
- You're sick with it!
- Get out!
I know the place you're in,
- 'cause I've been there, too.
- Get out!
But if you really want
to do it, mate, do it!
Do it!
Do it, mate! I won't stop you.
I respect you,
Ray. I respect you.
We've had our differences,
but that's none of my business.
So give me what you got on
Tam Hok Teng, and I'll leave.
His real name's Irman Separta.
- Who is he? What is he?
- He's a Chinese Indonesian.
He supplies
explosives, ammunition
to fundamentalist Muslim
groups in the Philippines.
And he works for Cho, does he?
Yeah, he does.
That stuff that was
planted in your house
was Chinese explosives.
Last month, Indonesian police
seized a whole new batch,
so if you want to know who's
been trying to stitch you up...
Then I owe you an apology.
CROWLEY: You owe me nothing.
I owe you an apology.
And this is yours.
It's my father's watch.
ZANE: Big shoes to fill.
Take it, Ray.
- Where did you find it?
- ZANE: It doesn't matter.
It's yours.
It's broken.
The only way out is to
keep pushing through.
So put that back
in your holster.
Let's go on with the job.
What job?
Did you see him go in?
Yeah. 10 minutes ago.
- How many's he with?
- CALLAS: Two.
Irman.
Seems you and I have more
in common than we thought.
SEPARTA: As you can see,
we are in the middle of a game.
Game's over. We
know who you are.
Irman Separta. Indonesian.
CROWLEY: You ran
prostitutes back there.
Exported arms, ammunition.
I'm sorry. You've
got the wrong man.
Some of those explosives
made their way back to my house.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
How much did Bruce Cho pay you
to plant that stuff
in his garage?
- He didn't.
- CROWLEY: You don't talk to us,
you're gonna find
yourself back in Indonesia.
And when you get there, old son,
it's not gonna be
a holiday camp.
ZANE: Now, what can you tell
us about the murder of John Hunt?
Who threw him out the window?
CROWLEY: We found
those two witnesses.
We found 'em in rubbish
bins, minus their heads.
So, how long do you think
Bruce Cho's gonna
let you keep yours?
I'm not afraid of Bruce Cho.
Oh, you should be.
He wants you dead.
BRUCE: The rest will be
paid once the job is carried out
and the body is disposed of.
Make it clean and quick.
No witnesses.
CROWLEY: Do you hear that?
He's organizing your execution.
What makes you think it's mine?
You're meeting a
Philip Lee tomorrow.
Concord. 8:30 p.m.
Piss off.
ZANE: See you, mate.
We know Bruce Cho
used your men on that job.
We know that.
Here's your choice.
You tell us the truth,
or you'll die.
It wasn't planned.
Cho told us Hunt
kidnapped his daughter.
He hired us to get her back.
We found Hunt, got
information out of him.
But Cho lost control.
He pushed him over.
Bruce Cho, you're under arrest
for the murder of James Wilson,
alias John Hunt.
At the lifts!
BRUCE: [Screams]
[Screaming]
[Grunts]
I got you.
Let go.
Let go, you silly bloody Arab.
ZANE: I've got you.
[Straining]
[Man vocalizing]
Look at you.
You're a man.
I went through Crowley's stuff.
I found this in his glove box.
[Paper rustling]
CROWLEY: "To
whom it may concern,
I have worked closely
with D.S.C. Malik
since 2002 in the
major crime squad
as his immediate
supervisor detective sergeant.
During this period of
time, I have found him to be
a most professional
investigator,
and, more importantly, a man
of the highest moral caliber.
In relation to the position for
which he is being considered,
D.S.C. Malik has the
cultural background
and linguistic skills to make
a serious impact on activities
such as those
investigated within your unit.
He can communicate
with people at all levels,
both within and outside
the police service,
and, very importantly,
people from within the Arabic
and Islamic communities.
I have no hesitation in
recommending Zane Malik.
Yours sincerely,
Detective Sergeant Ray Crowley."
PRIEST: Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
In sure and certain hope of
the resurrection into eternal life.
ZANE: [Speaking Arabic]
From the earth, we
have created you.
And unto the earth,
we shall return you.
And from it, we shall
resurrect you once again.
So, where to now, bro?
Ah, there's only one way, bro.
- Forward.
- [Chuckles]
I suppose you wanna drive.
Ah, I wouldn't say no.
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
[Man vocalizing]