Last King of the Cross (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
I'm right here.
Hassan...
He asked for you.
Move along.
This is Anastasia.
All right?
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
No, I mean that.
I know you do.
Good.
All right lads?
This commission
is investigating
systemic corruption
within the police service.
How would you characterise the
work that you do in Kings Cross?
I own and run licenced venues.
Night clubs? Do you
standover other venues?
Standover? No.
You can be jailed for lying to
this commission, Mr Ibrahim.
What about corrupt
payments made to the police
for protection of these venues,
known as "the laugh"?
I don't know
anything about that.
Do you sell drugs in your clubs?
No.
Mr Ibrahim,
you've been described as
the 'King of the Cross'.
I would suggest that you,
are the new lifeblood of
the Kings Cross drug trade,
and that you control the rivers
of gold that flow from it.
It's all lies!
♪ Your own personal Jesus ♪
♪ Someone to hear your
prays Someone who cares ♪
Kings
Cross! The Strip!
The only game in town,
if you want a naughty night out.
Coke, weed, heroin. A girl,
a boy? Drink after midnight?
A bet on the wheel? You
gotta come to The Cross.
It's the mecca of sin and the
cops just turn a blind eye.
Sex, drugs, rock and
roll and gambling.
Mate! It's an
adult theme park...
and the money
flows like a river.
♪ Reach out and touch faith ♪
All controlled by
a handful of men.
Men like Frank Amante,
Ashtray to his many friends.
He runs the gambling clubs.
Bonafide legend on The Strip.
Peter K! PK. Runs
Pinocchio's restaurant.
Convicted drug dealer.
It's on the house boys.
And makes the
best Turkish coffees in town.
Fat George!
Sorry. Can't think of anything
nice to say about that prick.
Runs the strip club with
his fists and his boots.
Pity the poor kids
who work for him.
Sam Ibrahim!
The most feared and fearless
enforcer on The Strip.
Born 2000 years too late.
He should have been fighting
lions in the Coliseum.
- Open this fucking door.
- Sure.
- You're two months late habib.
- Sam?
Angelo
Lombardi. Club manager.
New boy! Doesn't
understand the rules yet.
It's very fucking simple.
I pay the police or
they close you down.
Nasa Kalouri! Nasa's
what they call the shot caller.
Hey hey! Here they are.
His job is to
maintain order on the street.
Again? It's three
weeks now you are late.
Nasa's
the guy who decides
who gets to play
here, and who doesn't.
He's the one collecting
the protection money
and distributing it,
paying off those
who need to be paid,
and kicking it up the food
chain to the bigger fish.
We've got the
tallest titties in town.
We've got the biggest
machines you've ever seen.
Bring your Mrs upstairs.
This is
where Sam comes in.
Him and his crew.
You know them.
They take care of all of this.
The police that you
just speak with now,
I take care of this myself.
There they
are. Kings Cross finest.
Detectives, Crellan and Mooney.
Two of the best
cops money can buy.
Oh fuck, here
comes Charlene. Fuck me!
For all of this, you
pay. Same as everybody else.
Thursday night,
cash envelope with the name of
your club written on the front.
I spoke to George last night,
Nasa, he knows my situation.
But this! Never again.
John Ibrahim!
Johnny.
Sam's kid brother. Keep
an eye on that one.
- Hey come on.
- Where my money?
Have I ever been late?
And the
biggest fish of all.
Ezra Shipman!
The man in control of
that river of gold,
percentage of every dollar
earned on this street
is kicked up to Ezra.
If you had a problem for him,
you have to deal with me,
Big Tony. The
good looking one.
Sam Ibrahim. Legend.
He's crazy, but
he's a good bloke.
I know him, hey.
You don't
have a spare 150 do you?
I haven't eaten in a while.
[John Ibrahimö I'm generous,
but I'm not stupid hey.
What the fuck are
you doing here?
All
right, all right!
Go home.
I was going, I'm
leaving. All right!
Don't ever come here again.
Fucking relax.
You too. Piss off.
The back legs.
Give me twenty. Go!
Do it properly or
don't do it at all.
Don't
look away. Hey! Johnny!
What the fuck you doing?
It's my mum's tree.
Sorry Sam.
Sam started
training local kids
with not much going for
them, to stand up and fight.
It took off like a bushfire.
Johnny never needed
much encouragement.
He was born with the
fight hardwired into him.
Hey! Why the fuck
you looking away for?
What have I fucking told you.
Look at me, don't look
away. You look at me, okay?
All right, all right.
Housam? Housam!
Stop it.
John. Hey, go help Mum.
Okay, give me a minute, man.
It's this question nine.
We're not exactly sure.
It's pretty
straightforward.
How many children
presently in the home?
My brother's looking
for work at the moment.
So, five then?
He's still there. It's
just a little bit...
Six, it is!
Currently any income coming
from her husband overseas?
When is he
expected to return?
He's waiting on a visa.
No primary source of income?
My brother tries to
bring in what he can.
Utilities are capped at 150.
Take that and your D7
over to the second counter
and wait for them
to call your number.
This way please.
Damn!
I need both of you
looking at the camera.
Nice and still please.
Egg salad for Mr. Vlad,
french fries for the Texan.
Smells good.
Thank you mate.
Excuse me, Ashtray. Sorry,
I don't mean to interrupt.
My brother told me your name.
What do you need kid?
Well, I wanna see if
you've got any work going?
I'm trained. Same
as my brother.
Move along kid.
Try down the road.
Come on. I'll be
good. I promise.
Move along kid.
Oi!
How old are you?
18, boss.
Well when you turn 17, maybe
come back and try your luck.
You never know.
This smartarse kid
got some balls.
Family Double Dare!
What's your story?
Well mostly I just stay
at my uncle's place.
It's okay. It's
actually pretty decent.
I just catch the train.
Honey, you should be in school.
This isn't really a good place
for you to be hanging
around like this.
Yeah, no. Schools
I've been at,
they always just
kick me out anyways.
But it's all right. I like it
up here. I've got friends here.
Brett!
Who's that?
Sam Ibrahim's little
brother, John.
I've got to know him a
little bit. He's all right.
I like the way you've
done your hair tonight.
- It's pretty.
- See you around, Brett.
It's good to see you mate.
Brett, this is Dave.
Dave, Brett.
- Hey man, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
So you want a job? You
wanna work with us?
Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah.
What are we doing?
Roast beef sandwich
with pickles.
Ham, tomato toasty. $4.80.
Jimmy who?
McKinnly... McKenzie?
He got a beef and pickles
and a ham and cheese.
Never heard of a Jimmy
fucking McKenzie.
Look, man, I'm
just doing my job.
He asked me to come here.
I've got his food. That's it.
- Get in. Make it quick.
- Thank you.
["What Happens When You
Turn The Devil Down"
♪ I had a drink
with the devil ♪
♪ He's looking for new slaves ♪
♪ He told me that my life ♪
♪ Could be the one he saves ♪
♪ What happens when you
Turn the devil down? ♪
Mate, I got your
sandwich from Pinocchio's
What?
Ham and tomato, right?
I didn't order
anything. Piss off.
The roast beef and pickles
sandwich from Pinocchio's.
- What fucking roast beef?
- The one you ordered earlier.
I'll take that ham and
tomato. If no one's having it?
And get us some smokes with the
change. Pack of Winnie blues.
Okay, no problem.
All in.
Anybody else
wanna order something? Anyone?
Bring it. I'll have
a prawn cocktail son.
I've got fuck
all.
Johnny, can you
get us a Turkish coffee
when you get the smokes?
Didn't I tell you to
come back when you're 17?
Your brother know
you're up here, does he?
Yeah. He knows.
Piss off!
Just watch him.
Last thing you need's a beef
with Sam fucking Ibrahim.
No problem.
Leave me alone.
Don't fucking touch me.
- So what are you doing?
- Get your hands off me.
What's wrong with
you? Come here.
- Don't you fucking touch me.
- Come here.
- I said leave me alone.
- Get here you little...
Come here.
Fuck off!
Just leave me alone.
Come here!
Come here you.
Oi! What the
fuck are you doing?
Piss off!
Let her go.
Get out of here, please.
Please, just go!
I'll call the
police you fucking mongrel.
I'm calling the cops.
Piss off!
You fucking let her go.
Go away. Stop!
Please! Stop!
Move along folks. Shows
over. Come on. On your way.
What's going on?
It's Brett.
What do you mean it's Brett?
Kiwi Trevor.
Yeah walk away, you fucking
coward. He's a fucking kid.
Fuck off!
You stupid fucking mole.
Trevor, you bastard.
Mate, I need you to take me...
Hey! You fucking cock...
Piss off you little shit.
You
fucking piece of...
Drive!
Fucking drive!
I said fucking drive!
- Fucking bastard!
- John.
He's a fucking kid, you cunt!
John! Leave it!
- Leave it.
- Leave it.
Fuck this man!
He bashed a kid.
He bashed a fucking kid!
John?
- Hey.
- Hi.
What's going on? You're okay?
Yeah.
Where are you? You sound
like you're in a tunnel.
I'm at home.
You see outside, the rain?
- Yeah.
- So loud.
It's beautiful.
I just...
How is everything?
How's school?
Did you finish your
art project yet?
A.V.
I'm on the phone.
What are you doing man?
Is that it? Huh? Is
that what you want?
Piss off Sam.
That cock's a lot
bigger than me.
What do you think he's
gonna do to you? Huh?
- Sam!
- What?
What? You think you're
a fucking big dog? Huh?
Fucking think about it.
Sam! What are you doing man?
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do
with you. All right?
You gotta get that
through your thick head.
This guy will break
your fucking neck.
He bashed my fucking
friend. What you think...
I told you to stay away.
That's it, it's done.
I'm gonna get him.
You've got no fucking idea.
If I see you back there,
I'll kill you myself.
It's okay to stay for
a while if you want.
I'm gonna get him for
you, mate. I promise.
Come in.
Just give me a few minutes.
All right.
Fucking
piece of fucking dirt...
Fuck! Shit!
Guys. Someone needs
to call an ambulance.
Guys! Someone needs to
call an ambulance now.
You have another name.
Maybe this is different
story for you.
I will talk with George.
You will be okay.
You talk with your brother.
It's important
you listen to him.
Get up.
Let me look at you.
Did he lay a hand on you?
What are you trying to do, John?
You're trying to
start a fucking war.
You know what I gotta do now?
You know what this means?
You understand what
I'm saying to you?
This isn't fucking
high school anymore.
I'm sorry Sam.
JT will take you.
You?
Kirstie Alley,
Cheers. It was Shelley Long.
Tones.
Boys! What's happening?
Well you know,
a day at the office.
Hey, you hear about Sam
Ibrahim's little brother?
No.
He took Kiwi Trevor's head off
with a fucking baseball bat.
Really?
Put him in intensive care.
It's a pity he didn't
kill the prick.
You want to tell
your tight-arse boss,
it's time for a fucking raise.
Tell him yourselves
you greedy cunts.
Shelley Long?
Yeah, but I'm torn.
Like, Kirstie's
an absolute sort.
Oh, fuck sake!
Ciao detectives.
What do you want?
We're on break.
I'll make it quick then.
I'm sure you're aware of
how much I owe Nasa Kalouri.
Yeah?
I need you to get me some
more time to pay him back.
What do we look like? A
fucking message service.
What about this?
Subtle mate. Subtle.
Come on please. He
will listen to you.
Thank you. Ciao.
What a
fucking drama queen.
Take it down a few fucking
notches. Jesus Christ!
Seriously. What? Baby
brother, with a baseball bat.
John Ibrahim, used Trevor's
own Louisville Slugger.
- Go the pink one.
- Really! Pink one?
Now his brother
might be a problem.
I've known Sam a long time
and I can guarantee what
he's got in his head is,
he's gonna kill this Trevor as
soon as he gets outta hospital.
Is that a problem then?
Well, if he thinks his
brother's in danger,
he's likely to do that
on Darlinghurst Road
in broad daylight with
a fucking chainsaw,
so it won't be a good look.
I could have a
word, if you want.
The red one, honey. Trust me.
All right, thanks.
You know what?
Fuck him!
Let's go up The Strip
tonight, get this sorted out.
I think that's a very good idea.
Sweetheart. Good
to go, darling.
Look at these two.
You eat nothing.
I'll eat him
and his fucking wife.
Then he'll fucking smash ya.
- Oh fuck off.
- He's a weapon.
- Hey boys.
- Hey Tony.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Listen, this business
with Kiwi Trevor.
Boss, he doesn't wanna
cause a scene, right?
Now he respects how
you feel, obviously.
But he'd prefer that
you leave it with us.
Let us take care of it.
Meaning what?
Meaning you can't
fucking knock him.
You're telling me I
can't protect my brother.
That's not what
I'm saying, mate.
I couldn't give a fuck if
you cut the cunts leg off.
It's just personal
with Ezra, all right?
He wants things
off the street and
he wants it discreetly,
and I can promise you John's
not in any danger at all.
See, if me and you have a
disagreement about this,
it's not going to
end well for anyone.
Tony, you know that me and
you haven't got any problems.
But we both know as soon
as this guy gets out,
he's going straight after John.
I can guarantee you
he's not in any danger.
All right! Have
some fucking faith.
If he lays a hand on him,
I will hold someone
accountable for that.
Just careful Tiger.
Come on, let's get
outta here. Let's go. Come on.
Dump prick.
- I could've done that for you.
- I know.
Fuck!
I don't give a fuck
about Angelo's sister.
I'm missing a fucking football.
I understand him,
we're, you know.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Just
get this one and pay Nasa
what he fucking owes him
so that Nasa can pay me,
you fat fuck.
He will Ezra, next
week, guaranteed.
On my grandkids.
Tony can come and collect
direct from me personally.
What I miss? All right?
Perfect timing. The
Fat Fuck George here
was just here to explain to
me that his brother-in-law
is going through some
personal problems,
which is why he can't fucking
pay me what he fucking owes me.
Give me the meatballs.
That's an excellent choice.
Want I send Sam?
No. I don't want
you to send Sam.
Does Nasa here have to
send Sam, Fat Fuck George?
That Sam not necessary.
We can handle it.
Well then fuck off.
Have you smelt that?
That's a prawn cocktail.
It's fresh.
No. No, I don't like prawns.
Remember me.
I swear to God, if you step
foot back in this country again,
I'll break your neck for
these bare fucking hands.
There you go.
You right?
- You right, are you?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
Hey.
You're safe, okay.
Hey Brett.
Wow!
Been hanging onto
it for you, mate.
Geez. Thanks Johnny.
Of course. Take care, you.
Hey, let's go.
- You got a smoke love?
- No, sorry.
You think you
can stop your brother
from coming around
here forever? Simple.
Put him on collections. Have
been driving out west all week.
Problem solved. Sam,
start with Bruce,
then through Double Bay
back to my place. Okay?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Looking for another slap?
Hey, lower your head,
so I see your face.
He's just a kid.
I'm 16.
You know how to drive car?
Yeah, of course.
There you go.
I have no problem if he's
in Tarago with Anton and JT.
Yeah, I got a problem. He can't
say over the fucking dashboard.
You can go start in
Parramatta like everyone else.
Yeah, uh look, I make
pretty good money
helping Ashtray
with food orders.
Don't be a smartarse,
show some respect.
I'm not, I'm being honest. I'm
just telling you the truth.
Well I think you make much more
money working for your brother.
Come to cafe tomorrow,
we talk about this.
So, sounds good.
I appreciate it.
Four o'clock. Pinocchio's.
We'll talk later.
And now you can keep eye on him.
Okay. Start with Bruce, then
we go through Double Bay.
Hey Johnny.
- Good day love.
- All right.
Listen, listen
to me. I told George about ya.
Now I'll pay youse
when I fucking can.
Fucking piss off. You've
been warned. Piss off!
Just gimme what you owe or I'll
break both your fucking legs.
Listen you fat dog, I
fucking told George already.
I'll pay youse
when I fucking can.
Hey!
Guys! Hey! Settle
down. Hey. Stop. Stop!
Move. Move. Come on. Settle
down guys. It's all right.
Oh shit!
Can we get
that line set up please.
Yes.
We're losing him.
35... 21...
You take over, please.
Can everyone
step away from the table.
Clear!
Come On. Come on.
Clear! Clear!
Clear!
Hard to believe how
much damage a stab wound can do.
Yeah. Just
another stab victim.
Shit! Fuck!
Um, Jack look, I just...
Angelo Lombardi!
Where the fuck is he?
JT. We don't fucking know.
If you see him, you tell him.
He finds us before we find him.
We're with you
guys, mate. Come on.
- JT! Angelo is not here.
- Fuck!
Everyone's on it, mate.
Ant's sitting off his place.
We're gonna get this bastard.
I want him face to
face. Him and me.
They're following
my sister. Ezra this...
That was out!
- That was an accident.
- That was embarrassing.
There was no way you were
getting that back baby.
And fucking Stella
and Angelo, they live separated.
It's like they're divorced.
How does this solve anything?
Well maybe your brother-in-law
stuck his knife in a
wrong fucking teenager.
You think Sam's
outta line do you?
Oh! That boy. This is
just an accident. No?
Yes!
- Where is he now?
- Who?
Who do you fucking think?
Oh, Ezra, please. We
can't find him now.
We call his number all
night, this morning.
Well, he, he's not gonna be
in his fucking home, is he?
No. No. Of course.
It's just...
I'm worried about Sam,
if his brother dies.
Well maybe you can
have a talk to him.
You know, I have been
extremely patient.
Fuck off.
Angelo?
Angelo?
What a fucking pig.
Oh hello!
And doing
his own coke on the side.
The fucking prick was
double dealing us.
There's only one way
this ends Anthony.
Hassan...
He asked for you.
Move along.
This is Anastasia.
All right?
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
No, I mean that.
I know you do.
Good.
All right lads?
This commission
is investigating
systemic corruption
within the police service.
How would you characterise the
work that you do in Kings Cross?
I own and run licenced venues.
Night clubs? Do you
standover other venues?
Standover? No.
You can be jailed for lying to
this commission, Mr Ibrahim.
What about corrupt
payments made to the police
for protection of these venues,
known as "the laugh"?
I don't know
anything about that.
Do you sell drugs in your clubs?
No.
Mr Ibrahim,
you've been described as
the 'King of the Cross'.
I would suggest that you,
are the new lifeblood of
the Kings Cross drug trade,
and that you control the rivers
of gold that flow from it.
It's all lies!
♪ Your own personal Jesus ♪
♪ Someone to hear your
prays Someone who cares ♪
Kings
Cross! The Strip!
The only game in town,
if you want a naughty night out.
Coke, weed, heroin. A girl,
a boy? Drink after midnight?
A bet on the wheel? You
gotta come to The Cross.
It's the mecca of sin and the
cops just turn a blind eye.
Sex, drugs, rock and
roll and gambling.
Mate! It's an
adult theme park...
and the money
flows like a river.
♪ Reach out and touch faith ♪
All controlled by
a handful of men.
Men like Frank Amante,
Ashtray to his many friends.
He runs the gambling clubs.
Bonafide legend on The Strip.
Peter K! PK. Runs
Pinocchio's restaurant.
Convicted drug dealer.
It's on the house boys.
And makes the
best Turkish coffees in town.
Fat George!
Sorry. Can't think of anything
nice to say about that prick.
Runs the strip club with
his fists and his boots.
Pity the poor kids
who work for him.
Sam Ibrahim!
The most feared and fearless
enforcer on The Strip.
Born 2000 years too late.
He should have been fighting
lions in the Coliseum.
- Open this fucking door.
- Sure.
- You're two months late habib.
- Sam?
Angelo
Lombardi. Club manager.
New boy! Doesn't
understand the rules yet.
It's very fucking simple.
I pay the police or
they close you down.
Nasa Kalouri! Nasa's
what they call the shot caller.
Hey hey! Here they are.
His job is to
maintain order on the street.
Again? It's three
weeks now you are late.
Nasa's
the guy who decides
who gets to play
here, and who doesn't.
He's the one collecting
the protection money
and distributing it,
paying off those
who need to be paid,
and kicking it up the food
chain to the bigger fish.
We've got the
tallest titties in town.
We've got the biggest
machines you've ever seen.
Bring your Mrs upstairs.
This is
where Sam comes in.
Him and his crew.
You know them.
They take care of all of this.
The police that you
just speak with now,
I take care of this myself.
There they
are. Kings Cross finest.
Detectives, Crellan and Mooney.
Two of the best
cops money can buy.
Oh fuck, here
comes Charlene. Fuck me!
For all of this, you
pay. Same as everybody else.
Thursday night,
cash envelope with the name of
your club written on the front.
I spoke to George last night,
Nasa, he knows my situation.
But this! Never again.
John Ibrahim!
Johnny.
Sam's kid brother. Keep
an eye on that one.
- Hey come on.
- Where my money?
Have I ever been late?
And the
biggest fish of all.
Ezra Shipman!
The man in control of
that river of gold,
percentage of every dollar
earned on this street
is kicked up to Ezra.
If you had a problem for him,
you have to deal with me,
Big Tony. The
good looking one.
Sam Ibrahim. Legend.
He's crazy, but
he's a good bloke.
I know him, hey.
You don't
have a spare 150 do you?
I haven't eaten in a while.
[John Ibrahimö I'm generous,
but I'm not stupid hey.
What the fuck are
you doing here?
All
right, all right!
Go home.
I was going, I'm
leaving. All right!
Don't ever come here again.
Fucking relax.
You too. Piss off.
The back legs.
Give me twenty. Go!
Do it properly or
don't do it at all.
Don't
look away. Hey! Johnny!
What the fuck you doing?
It's my mum's tree.
Sorry Sam.
Sam started
training local kids
with not much going for
them, to stand up and fight.
It took off like a bushfire.
Johnny never needed
much encouragement.
He was born with the
fight hardwired into him.
Hey! Why the fuck
you looking away for?
What have I fucking told you.
Look at me, don't look
away. You look at me, okay?
All right, all right.
Housam? Housam!
Stop it.
John. Hey, go help Mum.
Okay, give me a minute, man.
It's this question nine.
We're not exactly sure.
It's pretty
straightforward.
How many children
presently in the home?
My brother's looking
for work at the moment.
So, five then?
He's still there. It's
just a little bit...
Six, it is!
Currently any income coming
from her husband overseas?
When is he
expected to return?
He's waiting on a visa.
No primary source of income?
My brother tries to
bring in what he can.
Utilities are capped at 150.
Take that and your D7
over to the second counter
and wait for them
to call your number.
This way please.
Damn!
I need both of you
looking at the camera.
Nice and still please.
Egg salad for Mr. Vlad,
french fries for the Texan.
Smells good.
Thank you mate.
Excuse me, Ashtray. Sorry,
I don't mean to interrupt.
My brother told me your name.
What do you need kid?
Well, I wanna see if
you've got any work going?
I'm trained. Same
as my brother.
Move along kid.
Try down the road.
Come on. I'll be
good. I promise.
Move along kid.
Oi!
How old are you?
18, boss.
Well when you turn 17, maybe
come back and try your luck.
You never know.
This smartarse kid
got some balls.
Family Double Dare!
What's your story?
Well mostly I just stay
at my uncle's place.
It's okay. It's
actually pretty decent.
I just catch the train.
Honey, you should be in school.
This isn't really a good place
for you to be hanging
around like this.
Yeah, no. Schools
I've been at,
they always just
kick me out anyways.
But it's all right. I like it
up here. I've got friends here.
Brett!
Who's that?
Sam Ibrahim's little
brother, John.
I've got to know him a
little bit. He's all right.
I like the way you've
done your hair tonight.
- It's pretty.
- See you around, Brett.
It's good to see you mate.
Brett, this is Dave.
Dave, Brett.
- Hey man, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
So you want a job? You
wanna work with us?
Yeah. Yeah. Fuck yeah.
What are we doing?
Roast beef sandwich
with pickles.
Ham, tomato toasty. $4.80.
Jimmy who?
McKinnly... McKenzie?
He got a beef and pickles
and a ham and cheese.
Never heard of a Jimmy
fucking McKenzie.
Look, man, I'm
just doing my job.
He asked me to come here.
I've got his food. That's it.
- Get in. Make it quick.
- Thank you.
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Turn The Devil Down"
♪ I had a drink
with the devil ♪
♪ He's looking for new slaves ♪
♪ He told me that my life ♪
♪ Could be the one he saves ♪
♪ What happens when you
Turn the devil down? ♪
Mate, I got your
sandwich from Pinocchio's
What?
Ham and tomato, right?
I didn't order
anything. Piss off.
The roast beef and pickles
sandwich from Pinocchio's.
- What fucking roast beef?
- The one you ordered earlier.
I'll take that ham and
tomato. If no one's having it?
And get us some smokes with the
change. Pack of Winnie blues.
Okay, no problem.
All in.
Anybody else
wanna order something? Anyone?
Bring it. I'll have
a prawn cocktail son.
I've got fuck
all.
Johnny, can you
get us a Turkish coffee
when you get the smokes?
Didn't I tell you to
come back when you're 17?
Your brother know
you're up here, does he?
Yeah. He knows.
Piss off!
Just watch him.
Last thing you need's a beef
with Sam fucking Ibrahim.
No problem.
Leave me alone.
Don't fucking touch me.
- So what are you doing?
- Get your hands off me.
What's wrong with
you? Come here.
- Don't you fucking touch me.
- Come here.
- I said leave me alone.
- Get here you little...
Come here.
Fuck off!
Just leave me alone.
Come here!
Come here you.
Oi! What the
fuck are you doing?
Piss off!
Let her go.
Get out of here, please.
Please, just go!
I'll call the
police you fucking mongrel.
I'm calling the cops.
Piss off!
You fucking let her go.
Go away. Stop!
Please! Stop!
Move along folks. Shows
over. Come on. On your way.
What's going on?
It's Brett.
What do you mean it's Brett?
Kiwi Trevor.
Yeah walk away, you fucking
coward. He's a fucking kid.
Fuck off!
You stupid fucking mole.
Trevor, you bastard.
Mate, I need you to take me...
Hey! You fucking cock...
Piss off you little shit.
You
fucking piece of...
Drive!
Fucking drive!
I said fucking drive!
- Fucking bastard!
- John.
He's a fucking kid, you cunt!
John! Leave it!
- Leave it.
- Leave it.
Fuck this man!
He bashed a kid.
He bashed a fucking kid!
John?
- Hey.
- Hi.
What's going on? You're okay?
Yeah.
Where are you? You sound
like you're in a tunnel.
I'm at home.
You see outside, the rain?
- Yeah.
- So loud.
It's beautiful.
I just...
How is everything?
How's school?
Did you finish your
art project yet?
A.V.
I'm on the phone.
What are you doing man?
Is that it? Huh? Is
that what you want?
Piss off Sam.
That cock's a lot
bigger than me.
What do you think he's
gonna do to you? Huh?
- Sam!
- What?
What? You think you're
a fucking big dog? Huh?
Fucking think about it.
Sam! What are you doing man?
This shit happens, John.
It's got nothing to do
with you. All right?
You gotta get that
through your thick head.
This guy will break
your fucking neck.
He bashed my fucking
friend. What you think...
I told you to stay away.
That's it, it's done.
I'm gonna get him.
You've got no fucking idea.
If I see you back there,
I'll kill you myself.
It's okay to stay for
a while if you want.
I'm gonna get him for
you, mate. I promise.
Come in.
Just give me a few minutes.
All right.
Fucking
piece of fucking dirt...
Fuck! Shit!
Guys. Someone needs
to call an ambulance.
Guys! Someone needs to
call an ambulance now.
You have another name.
Maybe this is different
story for you.
I will talk with George.
You will be okay.
You talk with your brother.
It's important
you listen to him.
Get up.
Let me look at you.
Did he lay a hand on you?
What are you trying to do, John?
You're trying to
start a fucking war.
You know what I gotta do now?
You know what this means?
You understand what
I'm saying to you?
This isn't fucking
high school anymore.
I'm sorry Sam.
JT will take you.
You?
Kirstie Alley,
Cheers. It was Shelley Long.
Tones.
Boys! What's happening?
Well you know,
a day at the office.
Hey, you hear about Sam
Ibrahim's little brother?
No.
He took Kiwi Trevor's head off
with a fucking baseball bat.
Really?
Put him in intensive care.
It's a pity he didn't
kill the prick.
You want to tell
your tight-arse boss,
it's time for a fucking raise.
Tell him yourselves
you greedy cunts.
Shelley Long?
Yeah, but I'm torn.
Like, Kirstie's
an absolute sort.
Oh, fuck sake!
Ciao detectives.
What do you want?
We're on break.
I'll make it quick then.
I'm sure you're aware of
how much I owe Nasa Kalouri.
Yeah?
I need you to get me some
more time to pay him back.
What do we look like? A
fucking message service.
What about this?
Subtle mate. Subtle.
Come on please. He
will listen to you.
Thank you. Ciao.
What a
fucking drama queen.
Take it down a few fucking
notches. Jesus Christ!
Seriously. What? Baby
brother, with a baseball bat.
John Ibrahim, used Trevor's
own Louisville Slugger.
- Go the pink one.
- Really! Pink one?
Now his brother
might be a problem.
I've known Sam a long time
and I can guarantee what
he's got in his head is,
he's gonna kill this Trevor as
soon as he gets outta hospital.
Is that a problem then?
Well, if he thinks his
brother's in danger,
he's likely to do that
on Darlinghurst Road
in broad daylight with
a fucking chainsaw,
so it won't be a good look.
I could have a
word, if you want.
The red one, honey. Trust me.
All right, thanks.
You know what?
Fuck him!
Let's go up The Strip
tonight, get this sorted out.
I think that's a very good idea.
Sweetheart. Good
to go, darling.
Look at these two.
You eat nothing.
I'll eat him
and his fucking wife.
Then he'll fucking smash ya.
- Oh fuck off.
- He's a weapon.
- Hey boys.
- Hey Tony.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Listen, this business
with Kiwi Trevor.
Boss, he doesn't wanna
cause a scene, right?
Now he respects how
you feel, obviously.
But he'd prefer that
you leave it with us.
Let us take care of it.
Meaning what?
Meaning you can't
fucking knock him.
You're telling me I
can't protect my brother.
That's not what
I'm saying, mate.
I couldn't give a fuck if
you cut the cunts leg off.
It's just personal
with Ezra, all right?
He wants things
off the street and
he wants it discreetly,
and I can promise you John's
not in any danger at all.
See, if me and you have a
disagreement about this,
it's not going to
end well for anyone.
Tony, you know that me and
you haven't got any problems.
But we both know as soon
as this guy gets out,
he's going straight after John.
I can guarantee you
he's not in any danger.
All right! Have
some fucking faith.
If he lays a hand on him,
I will hold someone
accountable for that.
Just careful Tiger.
Come on, let's get
outta here. Let's go. Come on.
Dump prick.
- I could've done that for you.
- I know.
Fuck!
I don't give a fuck
about Angelo's sister.
I'm missing a fucking football.
I understand him,
we're, you know.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Just
get this one and pay Nasa
what he fucking owes him
so that Nasa can pay me,
you fat fuck.
He will Ezra, next
week, guaranteed.
On my grandkids.
Tony can come and collect
direct from me personally.
What I miss? All right?
Perfect timing. The
Fat Fuck George here
was just here to explain to
me that his brother-in-law
is going through some
personal problems,
which is why he can't fucking
pay me what he fucking owes me.
Give me the meatballs.
That's an excellent choice.
Want I send Sam?
No. I don't want
you to send Sam.
Does Nasa here have to
send Sam, Fat Fuck George?
That Sam not necessary.
We can handle it.
Well then fuck off.
Have you smelt that?
That's a prawn cocktail.
It's fresh.
No. No, I don't like prawns.
Remember me.
I swear to God, if you step
foot back in this country again,
I'll break your neck for
these bare fucking hands.
There you go.
You right?
- You right, are you?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
Hey.
You're safe, okay.
Hey Brett.
Wow!
Been hanging onto
it for you, mate.
Geez. Thanks Johnny.
Of course. Take care, you.
Hey, let's go.
- You got a smoke love?
- No, sorry.
You think you
can stop your brother
from coming around
here forever? Simple.
Put him on collections. Have
been driving out west all week.
Problem solved. Sam,
start with Bruce,
then through Double Bay
back to my place. Okay?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Looking for another slap?
Hey, lower your head,
so I see your face.
He's just a kid.
I'm 16.
You know how to drive car?
Yeah, of course.
There you go.
I have no problem if he's
in Tarago with Anton and JT.
Yeah, I got a problem. He can't
say over the fucking dashboard.
You can go start in
Parramatta like everyone else.
Yeah, uh look, I make
pretty good money
helping Ashtray
with food orders.
Don't be a smartarse,
show some respect.
I'm not, I'm being honest. I'm
just telling you the truth.
Well I think you make much more
money working for your brother.
Come to cafe tomorrow,
we talk about this.
So, sounds good.
I appreciate it.
Four o'clock. Pinocchio's.
We'll talk later.
And now you can keep eye on him.
Okay. Start with Bruce, then
we go through Double Bay.
Hey Johnny.
- Good day love.
- All right.
Listen, listen
to me. I told George about ya.
Now I'll pay youse
when I fucking can.
Fucking piss off. You've
been warned. Piss off!
Just gimme what you owe or I'll
break both your fucking legs.
Listen you fat dog, I
fucking told George already.
I'll pay youse
when I fucking can.
Hey!
Guys! Hey! Settle
down. Hey. Stop. Stop!
Move. Move. Come on. Settle
down guys. It's all right.
Oh shit!
Can we get
that line set up please.
Yes.
We're losing him.
35... 21...
You take over, please.
Can everyone
step away from the table.
Clear!
Come On. Come on.
Clear! Clear!
Clear!
Hard to believe how
much damage a stab wound can do.
Yeah. Just
another stab victim.
Shit! Fuck!
Um, Jack look, I just...
Angelo Lombardi!
Where the fuck is he?
JT. We don't fucking know.
If you see him, you tell him.
He finds us before we find him.
We're with you
guys, mate. Come on.
- JT! Angelo is not here.
- Fuck!
Everyone's on it, mate.
Ant's sitting off his place.
We're gonna get this bastard.
I want him face to
face. Him and me.
They're following
my sister. Ezra this...
That was out!
- That was an accident.
- That was embarrassing.
There was no way you were
getting that back baby.
And fucking Stella
and Angelo, they live separated.
It's like they're divorced.
How does this solve anything?
Well maybe your brother-in-law
stuck his knife in a
wrong fucking teenager.
You think Sam's
outta line do you?
Oh! That boy. This is
just an accident. No?
Yes!
- Where is he now?
- Who?
Who do you fucking think?
Oh, Ezra, please. We
can't find him now.
We call his number all
night, this morning.
Well, he, he's not gonna be
in his fucking home, is he?
No. No. Of course.
It's just...
I'm worried about Sam,
if his brother dies.
Well maybe you can
have a talk to him.
You know, I have been
extremely patient.
Fuck off.
Angelo?
Angelo?
What a fucking pig.
Oh hello!
And doing
his own coke on the side.
The fucking prick was
double dealing us.
There's only one way
this ends Anthony.