Once a poster boy for good policing.
But tonight, Roger Rogerson is a convicted killer
for murdering a young student in a drug deal gone wrong.
Rogerson's nickname, "The Dodger", was well-earned.
Back in his glory days,
he was nominated for bravery awards. But in the early '80s,
the lure of drugs and the dark side of the law took hold.
A jury cleared Rogerson over Lanfranchi's death.
Lanfranchi's girlfriend,
prostitute Sallie-Anne Huxtep, publicly implicated Rogerson.
She was murdered. The jury would later acquit Rogerson
of conspiring to murder undercover drug cop Michael Drury.
Rogerson was once known as "The Enforcer"...
cunning, ruthless, brilliant.
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This is home for the rest of my life.
They convicted me of murder and commercial drug supply.
I'm not complaining, just telling you.
Right?
Probably my earliest memory,
I was sitting on my father's shoulders,
watching a parade.
In 1945,
soldiers home from winning the war,
beating the Japs.
All I ever wanted to be was one of them, a hero.
And I am.
Get out! Get out! Fuckin' get out! Get out of the car!
You sleep easy 'cause people like me kept things neat and tidy.
You know,
I probably know more about criminals and how to catch them
than any other ten blokes in the country.
Makes you wonder how I got in here.
But, that's another story.
That's what happens when you cross paths with shitheads.
_
All right, in you go.
A lot of crims,
some of them still in here, who'll tell you that I verballed 'em.
Maybe I did, some of them.
You know, maybe I did. You do what you have to do to get a result.
Tell a little porky pie. Who knows?
Maybe I'm telling porky pies now.
But there are the facts, then there's the truth.
And they aren't always a match.
Hello, Warren.
I've been in this force since I was a kid.
How dare they treat me this way.
Get off him! Get off him!
Shit, take your hands off him, you pig! Get off me!
- You fuckin' pig! - Jesus!
They'd sacked me and I'd been out of the force
for four years, doing any shit job I could find...
- Stay down! - ... looking for a way to get
- back into the main game. - You dropped something.
- And here it was. - What's this?
- I've no idea, Officer. - Mickel Hurley,
one of the richest crims in town.
- This was a chance to get him onside. - It's hers, mate.
Really? You put her in the shit that quickly?
Sweetheart, is this yours?
- No! - You sure? It's not hers.
But to do it, I'd have to cross Mark Standen,
a Fed, star investigator.
They were calling him the new Roger Rogerson.
Bring him along. Book 'em both.
Just trying to have a night out here, Officer!
Mickel! Mickel!
Mickel!
Mickel, just shut up!
To save Hurley, I was going to have to switch evidence,
which was doable with a few old cop mates.
Cocaine looks a lot like baby formula, you know?
Weigh it. It's cocaine, a commercial quantity.
Senior, charge 'em both. We're going to have to process her, too.
But I had nothing to do with this. I need a lawyer, too.
- I'm not staying here. - Sh, calm down.
It's not mine. I didn't do it.
The press called me "disgraced former detective",
but I was always welcome in my old station.
Robbo. Dave. How are ya?
- G'day, mate. - Larry.
Switch this for us, will ya, mate?
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- There you are, you beautiful man! - Oh, hey!
- Baby formula. - Christ!
Who would have thought it?
Don't... don't ever kiss me again, right?
- What do I owe ya? What do I owe ya? - Kiss him again.
Well, not that. Not a kiss, I'll tell you that much for free.
Whatever it is, I'll double it.
- Well, don't double your kiss. - Let's get a round of drinks
- here for everyone. Rack 'em up, mate. - Who?
- Drinks for everybody! - A rum and Coke, mate.
We here for a good time, or a short one?
I'm here for a good time, mate.
Just get off me, will ya?
- Jesus! - Hi, love, you all right?
- Having a good night? Yeah. - What do I owe ya? Hey, darling.
- Mate, what can I do for ya? - Oh, well, I'll think of something.
- Now will you have a drink with me? - No, I can't. Work.
- Why won't you have a drink with me? - Well, I'm working.
- Making me drink alone? - Well, I'm working, mate.
Why don't ya?
- 'Cause I'm working. - Why don't ya have one?
Have one!
- Just to shut you up. - Then shut.
He tried to touch me.
I wouldn't let him.
All right! I'm going to up the degree of difficulty.
Oh, come on! This is for the Australasian record!
Come on! Straight away, boys.
Get on it! Straight away!
You'll go down with him! You'll go down with him.
Oh, he's not goin' anywhere, mate, is he?
I promise you, right?
I'll get both of you.
- How? - Get off me! Get off me.
You're a jumped-up customs clerk.
You're not a policeman's arsehole.
We'll see. Fuckin' disgrace.
You're a disgrace. What a dickhead!
You're a disgrace.
- No, you're a disgrace. - You are a bloody disgrace.
You scheme and fight, cut corners where you need to.
Then you find the best
and most important thing in your life
standing next to you in a Lebanese takeaway.
- Chilli sauce on that, mate? - Nah. And I'm not your mate, all right?
- Give you a hand with those? - Um...
No, I know you're strong and you don't need help but,
you know, we're both going the same way, so...
- You don't know where I'm going. - Yeah, I do.
You live a couple of blocks down from where I used to live.
I'm not stalking you or anything.
I'm just, you know...
I've seen you about the place.
You're Roger Rogerson.
Yes, guilty.
Don't believe everything you read in the papers, right?
- Anne. Anne Melocco. - That's pretty.
- Hmm? - Your name.
She got the house, I got the trailer.
That's all right. My fault, not hers.
Look, uh, I might be getting ahead of myself here but, um,
I'd like to see you again.
Well, I suppose you'll find me. You are a detective.
Disgraced former detective.
- I don't believe everything I read. - Well good.
- Roger. - IDs.
Standen? Prick's Federal.
There was a time we wouldn't let him in the building.
Not his call.
- Times have changed. - Well what does he want?
Mickel Hurley. He had him, you let him go.
He had him on a piss-ant little street deal.
It was leverage. Hurley owes you.
Work with him for a couple of months.
Give Hurley to Standen. He will help you on this.
Operation Omega's still ongoing.
I was found innocent of the Drury shooting.
The word on the street is that
Chris Flannery might have had something to do with it.
You were found not guilty,
and Flannery's disappeared, which is convenient.
We can still find assault, extortion, even kidnapping charges.
- Do that on your head. - How're you going to do that?
Get Neddy Smith to roll on you.
There's not a court in the land that's gonna listen to Neddy Smith.
He's a convicted killer.
- You wanna bet? - Yeah, I wanna bet.
Jesus, where did you two idiots come from?
I mean, did you get in with uni degrees or something?
Sociology? Gender studies?
Are you living at home with Mum?
I mean, I was doing this shit when you two were foetuses.
You're past your use-by, Roger. You and your dirty mates both.
You keep talking, I'm gonna pick up that phone book
and give you a fuckin' master's degree in policing.
Charge me, all right?
Oh, don't bluff if you haven't got the balls to follow through.
Jesus, it's like amateur week at Pumpkin Creek.
Don't do this shit on the streets,
or they're gonna take your little gun and shove it up your arse.
Fuck!
Neddy was an old mate, in for life.
Truth be told, he could have been in for three lifetimes.
- Who're you here for? - Neddy Smith.
Neddy Smith. Serious crim.
Real good mate. One of the best.
I tried to have him killed one time, but that was a misunderstanding.
What would you know? You're not the golden-haired boy anymore, mate.
You will always be on the outside. You have no choice in that matter.
Do you understand me?
The things you see when you don't have a gun.
Hey, Ned.
- Look at me. Pathetic, aren't I? - No, mate.
Looking great.
It's this fuckin' Parkinson's.
They lookin' after you?
You're top of the class in medical school.
You probably don't ask yourself, "Wonder what I'll do.
Oh, I know, I'll be a quack at Long Bay."
Right. So you got the B team, eh?
Ahh, well. Anything you...
You know, anything you need,
I can see if I can get you something brought in.
No. Anything any good'll probably kill me.
Ahh.
We had some good times, didn't we, Ned?
Mixed.
Yeah.
- Ahh, you gotta laugh. - Yeah, you gotta laugh.
It's been a while, Roger. What is it you want?
They're looking at me for some untidy bank accounts.
Um, perhaps some other matters.
Could get ugly. They might want to talk to you and,
um, you know, see if they can bring any other charges.
But that's over to you, really.
Christ, mate, I can barely remember breakfast.
What could I tell 'em?
There are some blokes you take an instant dislike to.
Saves time.
Glen McNamara wanted to be known as "Big Mac".
They called him "Little Burger".
Hey. Glen McNamara. Just started working up here
at the Cross with Larry and Chook.
Where were you before?
Oh, the Shire, Cronulla.
I was in uniform down there.
- I heard National Crime Authority. - Yeah, yeah, in between.
- Looking at police. - No, I didn't.
Just politicians, councils, that sort of thing, you know.
- And police? - Nah.
Churchill's a good man.
So are the others.
- Yeah, I know. - Good.
_
Hello.
Get him, Crystal!
Get off me!
She's a bloke!
- She's got a dick! - Listen to me, dickhead.
- You loved it, darling. - They're cops, all right?
- You want some charges laid? - I'm not queer!
You want some headlines? I don't care, mate. Out you go.
- Call me! - Piss off. Jesus Christ.
One born every minute.
Time for a drink?
- ? Sex. Sex. Sex ? - ? Oh. Oh. Oh. ?
- Have you checked him out? - Yeah, he's sweet.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, we're sure.
- Looks like a dickhead to me. - Just 'cause he looks like
a dickhead doesn't actually mean he is a dickhead, Roger.
Well, an educated, guess, mate,
- he's a dickhead. - You got a feeling, huh?
- I've got a feeling. - Could be gas, mate.
Roger. Jed Wilson, Internal Police Security Unit.
Jesus Christ.
D'you wanna get in the car?
Get in the car.
Hello, Roger.
- You haven't got the balls. - I'm not gonna shoot ya.
You see, I'm not you, and you're not Christopher Flannery.
- No, I'm not. - No, you're a little bit
worse than that, aren't ya? We're just gonna have a little chat.
Jed, you wanna take us somewhere we can do that?
If you want Mickel Hurley, do your job.
I'm not even here, Roger. You see, this is an Internal Affairs matter.
And it isn't about Hurley, except that it was you and Churchill
who switched evidence for him.
So now that's what we've got Churchill for
and I need Hurley to get him.
Him and your other old mates.
We are cleaning them out.
Now, instead of going after good coppers,
why don't you do what they do, eh?
Go after some kiddie fiddlers, rapists and wife beaters.
You know what I'm saying?
You know, do what you're paid to do.
This is what I'm paid to do.
And nobody knows more about corrupt police than you.
Is that a compliment?
Oh, is that a joke?
You're such a smart-arse, Roger.
Aren't ya?
And why? Because you're a bouncer in a titty bar.
Maybe I will shoot ya. Hmm?
Dump you in the harbour.
Can't be that hard.
- It's not hard if you've got it in you. - Right...
- Have you got it in you? - I can do you some good
on the bank account charges
if you give us Churchill, he gives us Fowler and anybody else
- with their hands out. - Or?
Or you're going to wear it.
We are cleaning out the Black Knights, Roger.
We're going to roll these people up, regardless.
There's so many teams investigating.
The Crime Commission, Internal Affairs, the Feds. It's over.
Hear that?
He's right.
So, there's one seat left on the lifeboat.
Now, do you want it or not?
- You think this is funny? - Seat on a lifeboat.
Why don't you shove your lifeboat up your arse?
Hey, tough guy, get out of the car.
Get out of the car, Roger.
Now. Away you go.
You're a fool, Roger.
I've always said,
if you're gonna pull out a gun,
you should use it.
My old mate, Larry, thought he was on a roll.
What he didn't know was that he had two good men,
and a dog.
Get on the floor! Stay there! Get your hands on your head!
On your bloody head!
- Don't move! - Get the gun!
- Lie down! Hands behind your back! - They are behind my back, ya idiot!
Get up! On your feet!
- Stay there! - Don't give me an excuse.
Hey, I've arrested you before, haven't I?
- What, about five years ago? - Six.
- Where is it? - Manhole.
- All clear. - Thanks, Sergeant.
Right, piss these two off. We're keeping this guy.
We'll manage from here, thanks.
- You want us to search the place? - No, we'll manage, thanks. Thanks.
Okay guys, we're out of here.
- Where's the cash? - What cash?
Hey, Glen, wanna have a chat to him?
Go again.
It's in the fuckin' fridge.
- Hey, Sarge. - How much?
- About $12,500. - $12,500. Proceeds of crime.
That now belongs to us. So does this, agreed?
Don't sulk, John.
Here's the good news.
You get to keep this.
- You're working for us now, mate. - Doing what?
Amphetamines. How much can you move?
- As much as I can get. - All right.
Glen here'll bring 'em to ya. Turn around.
- We gonna split it? - No, we're not gonna split it.
12 grand? We're going on an all-expenses-paid holiday,
the three of us, to Manila.
There's a young girl there I had my eye on last time I was there.
Bloody hell, Larry, she's a bit young.
The reason she looks young to you is because you're getting
older, mate. Just like these girls coming out of the Police Academy.
Put 'em in a uniform and a big gun and 'whoo'!
You're a disgraceful animal, mate. I love it.
- Hey, Glen? It's your turn next time. - Yeah?
Maybe it's best to leave me out of this one.
Why would we do that?
You're in it.
Well, uh, this Dunn?
I don't know him.
You meet him, you pick up the amphetamines, you deliver them
to Mancini and you collect the cash.
- It's a piece of piss, Glen. - All right.
Why can't Dunn give them to Mancini direct?
And then what, mate?
Right, it's like saying, "The cheque's in the mail"
and "Don't worry, I promise I won't cum in your mouth."
Look, you do your bit and you come next time, okay?
_
McNamara spotted us.
He's come into Internal Affairs.
It's a pre-emptive roll.
Right. Well, think he knows anything?
Well, he has to. He's in with Churchill.
But does he know anything about Rogerson?
I'll find out.
Looks like Roger just missed the last lifeboat.
_
Hope he drowns.
You knew we were onto you.
That's why you've come in.
You're dirty.
What?
I'm not corrupt. I'm helping you.
Right. Well, Churchill seems to think you're corrupt.
Why would he think that?
They left money in my desk drawer.
Uh-huh.
I needed them to think that I was one of them, so I took it.
What did you do with it?
- Spent it. - Why didn't you come to us?
I was afraid.
They're in with Rogerson.
You're going to collect the drugs from Dunn
and get him talking. You're going to get Rogerson talking...
- No, no, no. - You're going to wear a wire.
- Not Rogerson. - We can protect you from Rogerson.
- No, you can't! - You don't have a choice.
This is your get-out-of-jail card.
- I... I'd have to resign from the force. - Good.
How're you doin'?
Remind me to do that to you next time. All right?
- I'm sorry, sweetheart. - Hey, Rog. Good quiet night.
Not really.
No, I just... I mean for me, with Larry, Chook and Hazell
in Manila for a few days, you know.
- Spending some of your money. - Huh?
Well, the thing you gave Larry, for the...
For the Hurley thing.
Jesus Christ!
With the baby formula.
You all right, mate? You look very stressed.
- How's the... how's the body? - It's good.
You all right? I mean, you could get a rubdown.
A lot of beautiful ladies here'd be happy to give you a little rubdown.
- Thanks, Rog. No, no, no, I'm good. - You sure?
I've actually got a few people I've gotta... I'll see you later.
He'll be lucky if Roger doesn't kill him.
Your mate, McNamara's, in here and he's wearing a wire.
And he's talking to Dolly and Fisk.
And they're spilling their guts.
- You sure? - Yep.
- How bad is it? - Very.
You know, you might be better off staying over there.
Nah. Nah, bugger that. They'll just extradite me.
Oh, well, mate, we had some fun.
Yeah. Yeah, we did.
Nah, I'll come home, do my two or three years, then back here,
happy days on the retirement fund.
Fuck 'em.
All right, all right. Out of the way. Out of the way, please.
Out of the way.
Oh, here we go. You knew this was happening?
Yep.
- G'day, darling. - We'll miss you.
I know where you bloody live, McNamara!
- Put him in the car. - You're good, mate.
- Well, that's the end of an era. - It is.
Leaves me a bit stranded.
These blokes were all I had going for me.
There's a slot with me.
No offence, mate, but...
I've always drawn a line with dealing drugs.
So do I. I import, wholesale.
It's business. Never touch the stuff.
I'll be all right.
There goes your protection.
This guy's all self-interest.
He said he was gonna roll. He hasn't rolled.
Internal Affairs are charging Churchill.
What about Rogerson?
We've got nothing on him if Churchill doesn't roll,
- which he won't. - They can get him for perjury.
- That's years old, boss. - No, they can get him.
- _ - Hurley was right.
Any protection I had was gone, and it didn't take 'em long.
They got me for a couple of dodgy bank accounts,
one up from jaywalking.
Three years for that.
Truth is, they were still sulking
because I was acquitted of the Drury shooting.
- Move on. Oi, move it. - Hurry up. Hurry up. Out you come.
Hurry up, let's go.
That way.
What you are is dirty cops and dogs and paedophiles,
and you're here 'cause
no decent criminal would tolerate you.
So turn around, bend over, spread your cheeks and cough.
You're a wannabe cop on, what, $30,000 a year?
I've already been searched.
Yeah, and by the time I'm done, you are gonna be Mary Rogerson.
Get back up.
Hey, Roger! I hear you like taking it in the arse!
You're a dog, Rogerson!
- Come and take me! - You're a dog, Roger.
You're in my spot.
You've forgotten me, haven't ya?
- No, I haven't forgotten you. - You verballed me.
- I didn't have to verbal ya. - You know what I fuckin' need now?
I need a piss.
Where ya goin', ya big faggot?
There you go.
Every day, every meal.
You can eat it or you can starve.
Fuck off.
- One or two? - One, thanks.
How you doing? Lamb stew...
What's the story there?
He owns the place.
Extortion, drugs, money lending.
Extortion?
Oh, he can kill your parole.
Send you back to Long Bay. He owns you.
? Silent night, holy night ? ? All is calm, all is bright... ?
Sorry, I should have checked. Is this... is this all right,
- me being here? - What do you mean? Is it all right?
Well, it's better than all right.
- Jesus. Merry Chris... - Merry Christmas.
Except ours were cooked.
I'm so sorry. You don't have to eat it. They're not bad, though.
It's the best. This is the best mince pie I've ever had in my life.
Did you declare that at the gate?
Um, yes.
They search you?
- No. - Stand up.
They should have searched you.
Stand still.
Roger? Roger, look at me. Look at me.
Doesn't matter.
Look at me. Look at me.
- Hey, mate. - Hey.
- Are you here for me? - Yes, I am.
Jesus Christ. There's no need for that, mate.
Well, there's no need for anything.
Well, you want a cuppa?
Christ, no.
Don't do it, Roger.
Don't do what?
You do it in here, you'll spend the rest of your life in super-max.
Well, mate, it's gotta be done.
You're a lot of things, Roger, but you're not a fool, surely.
Nice and sweet, eh? Like you.
Can you get me some laxatives? About half a dozen boxes.
And some information I'll tell you about later.
Yeah. Easy.
And there's $500 in an account for ya, and I'll top that up
- when you need it. - There's no need for that.
- You got any? - No. The lawyers got it.
Jesus.
Thanks. Fuck.
You got enough yet?
I need a distraction.
- How long? - A few seconds.
Righto. Hey!
Jesus Christ!
Hey! Settle down!
You're dead, okay? Fuckin' dog!
- Hurry the hell up! - You're a biker, are you?
- Hurry up! - Yeah.
- The Ironbloods? - Yeah.
- Ohhh. - Oh, come on!
Your leader, this Bronowski, is he ex-military?
Ex-Duntroon. He was an officer.
- Jesus. No convictions. - Nuh.
Get out of the way. Get out of the way!
- Get out of there! - Eh, what are you doin', boss?
- For fuck's sake! - Is the club national?
- Why? - No reason.
What's wrong with ya?
- Get off the gear, mate. - Nah, you're not coming through here.
Let me go through!
No way, mate.
Get back in line.
Just let me do it!
What are you doing? Oh, stop it!
Stop it!
I'm gonna kill you!
These are you bank statements, mate.
You can keep this one.
I got plenty of copies, shithead.
And when I say 'shithead', I mean shithead.
Busted!
Cops use phone books because they don't leave a mark.
Not too many phone books in jail.
And sometimes, you know, you wanna leave a mark.
Ohh. Ahh.
Eat that or starve.
? Three little maids from school are we ?
? Pert as a school-girl one can be ?
? Filled to the brim with girlish glee ?
? Three little maids from school ?
? Everything is a source of fun ?
? Nobody's safe, for we care for none ?
? Life is a joke that's just begun ?
? Three little maids from school ?
? Three little maids who, all unwary ?
? Come from a ladies' seminary ?
? Freed from its genius tutelary ?
? Three little maids from school ?
- ? Three little maids from school ? - ? Three little maids from school! ?
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See ya, mate. I'll be in touch.
Hey. You look good.
I don't know where we are, so...
- It's nice around here, isn't it? - Yeah, I like it, too.
You know, we could...
I mean, we could get a little place around here.
Yeah. I mean, you don't know what's happened to housing prices
- since you were away but, yeah. - Oh. Right.
You know, I don't even know what you do.
- What, for a crust? - Yeah.
Oh, well, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.
You know, I'm actually a very good welder.
It's true. True story. Very good pianist.
What was that?
Oh, Jesus.
Mmm. I don't know if a picnic was such a good idea.
No, maybe not the best.
Not too private, is it?
- You think you can wait ten minutes? - I can wait five.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Oh, Jesus, I'm... I'm perfect.
I'm more perfect than I've ever been in my life.
- I wanna look after you. - Oh, god, you don't have to do that.
Yeah, I do. I do. You're too good for me.
- Oh! - You do know that, don't ya?
- No, I'm not. - You are. Yes, you are.
Roger, the last man I went out with
was still living at home with his mother,
and the ones before that should've been.
You once said I shouldn't believe everything I read, and I don't.
But, um, I have to ask you.
- It's about Michael Drury. - Mmm.
Sorry.
No, look, it's... it's... it's all right, you know.
I don't want us to have any secrets from each other,
so fire away. Ask me anything you want.
Well, they say you shot him.
Or arranged it.
I had nothing to do with it. Nothing.
He's given us this problem.
Moralising bastard's got no right to act righteous.
He knows what to expect.
I would never, ever do anything to hurt a cop.
You always said, "Never shoot a cop."
That was you, sunshine. I'm different.
Michael Drury was a cop.
Now, I don't know what sort of blokes you're used to but,
you know, it's like, with you, I'm...
I'm gonna protect you,
no matter what.
Not so sure I did you a favour.
No, you did. Not a lot around for an ex-con.
Give us a hand, mate.
So, the Ironbloods is national, is it?
Yeah.
Sort of like a network if you think about it.
Yeah, but the interstate leaders get hassled by the cops,
so they don't meet very often.
Though I know what you're thinking.
- We're sitting on a goldmine. - Well, what about the library job?
Oh, come on, mate. We gotta be good for one of them.
When?
Yeah, right. Thanks.
Prick from the council.
He tendered for three jobs and he didn't get one.
Oh, thanks.
- You're Roger Rogerson. - I am.
- Drink your beer. - Thanks.
- I, uh... I don't think we've met. - No.
I... I read about you, a lot.
A bit.
What'd you read?
Well, you know.
No, I don't know.
I didn't read it, you read it.
- What did you read? - Oh, just, you know...
No, I don't know, like I said.
How could I know? Was it good?
- What you read? - Yeah, yeah.
Was it?
What, killing Warren Lanfranchi,
- you think that was good, do you? - No, no.
- No... What... I don't know. - Hey?
Or are we talking about the Michael Drury matter?
- You saying I was involved in that? - No, no, I'm not.
That's what you read.
That I was involved in the Drury matter, in shooting him.
Well, you know, fucking newspapers, right?
You're in the scaffolding business.
I'm sorry?
For the council.
You do the contracts for the scaffolding.
So you're in the scaffolding business.
- Oh, yeah, I am. I suppose, yeah. - Hey? Me, too!
- You are? - I am.
He's a good bloke.
Yes, he is.
He is.
- Finished with this? - What?
Uh, yeah, yeah, finished.
Oh, what's this?
- Well, I got a bonus, didn't I? - A bonus for scaffolding?
Well, I helped the boss out with a little something.
- Now, have you got a big frock? - What do you mean, "Big frock"?
- Big frock! - Roger!
Come on, the shops are still open. I'm taking you out.
We're going to buy you a big... we're going to buy you two frocks.
I'm going to show you off. Eh?
- My god, Roger. - What, did I tread on your toes?
- Think I'm getting wet. - Could be me.
- Where have you been all my life? - Looking for you.
Excuse me?
Sorry to intrude. But you're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yes, I am. - I just wanted to say,
for both of us, we need more policemen like you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thanks are nice, but you can't eat 'em.
I had some ideas, and some cops that still owed me.
G'day, mate. Can we have a quiet word later on?
Yeah. We're not gonna miss this, are we?
Oh, Jesus no. Come on.
Miss this? I don't think so.
Bill, how are ya?
- Good to see ya, mate. All good? - Oh, g'day, Rog.
- How're ya goin'? Good? - _
How are ya, mate?
- G'day, Roger. - You all good?
- Yeah. - All good? How's the wife?
Great, mate.
- Good. Bandit! - Good on ya, mate!
- How are ya, buddy? - Good on ya, mate. All good.
I'm trying to set up a meeting.
It's no big deal, just to talk.
Uh, but I've gotta fly a couple of blokes in from interstate
and they're biker guys so, you know, they need to know
they're not going to be hassled, or
looked at too hard, you know what I mean?
Fax us the details. It'll be fine.
- Great. - You getting back in business?
No. Just a favour.
G'day, Roger. Glen McNamara.
We met at the Cross. Showgirls.
- Yep. - What are you up to these days?
Scaffolding.
Well, uh, I'm doing a bit of, uh, freelancing.
Private investigations.
If you, uh, feel like working together,
a partnership?
Well, I'm pretty busy scaffolding.
Just to be clear, I won't be vouching for you tonight.
Didn't expect you would.
G'day, mate. Good to see ya.
We all know why we're here?
This is the bloke that got you through the airport.
You're gonna like him, Eddie.
Apparently, he's whacked a few blokes.
As you're aware, Alan did time with Roger.
He's vouching for him.
We're sitting on a goldmine.
Amphetamines. Billion-dollar industry.
Oh, yeah? So why aren't I rich?
I'll tell you why.
Turf wars, brawls, rapes, stupid shit the police
and politicians can't ignore.
I'm no drug distributor. I wouldn't know the first thing about it.
But, I've got a few contacts and I got a bit of influence.
So if you blokes can keep a lid on your shit,
I can keep the police off your back.
- We all make money. - And you can control the filth?
I can. For a fee.
You shot Lanfranchi.
They say you killed Flannery.
Arranged the Drury thing.
What sort of fuckin' influence have you got?
Ahh, well, I think you just answered your own question, mate.
- What are they gonna cost? - Well, for you, nothing.
I take care of the police out of my end.
- Which is what? - 2%.
That could amount to millions.
Well, you came to me, I didn't come to you.
You say it's a billion-dollar market.
- I say that's bullshit. - Where are we gonna get
- the shit from? - We've got amateurs doin'
backyard cook-ups.
- Roger's connected to Mickel Hurley. - Yeah?
If you bring Hurley in, if you can handle the filth, we got a deal.
Hurley's not going to deal with fuckwits and boofheads. Or rapists.
- You take care of your end. - Show him the door.
Piss off!
$600,000 I have. Well done, Sir.
Looking for 610. 610 for you, Ma'am. 610. 620.
Christ, who are these shitheads?
I grew up in that house. I was born in that house.
- 640! 640! 640! 640! - Mum, Dad.
Eight kids, one room.
...what you are buying, though, is blue sky!
What you see there is the future and it is coming right here!
Someday, this will be a hotel, apartments, a casino.
You will have Jamie Packer as your neighbour!
All you need is a lick of paint!
Shall we go in fives? Who'll give me 645? 645?! 645 is the bid.
- 650. 650, I call. 650. 655. 655. - 660.
660, Sir. Nice to have you on board.
- At 660. - 700.
- $700,000. - 720.
720. Nice to have you on board, Sir, at 720.
- 750. - 750 is the bid here now.
750 is the bid. 750,000...
- 800. - $800,000.
- 50. - 850. 850 is the bid here now.
- At 850. 850... - 900.
$900,000, thank you, sir. At 900,000...
$1 million.
- A million dollars! We got there. - What?
At $1 million, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm mad, but I'm not that fuckin' mad.
Well, mate, I mean, do you want it?
I'm happy to go and have a little chat.
- A million dollars! - Nah. Come on.
- It's a shithole. - Yeah, but you wanted it.
Second and final call. Third and final call...
Come on, let's get a drink before you fuckin' kill someone.
Well done, mate.
Happy to renegotiate the terms of sale.
Look at this prick.
This is the biggest offensive for drugs...
He's gone up in the world when you've been away.
He's on a couple of hundred grand a year.
Oh, well, he's a rich prick.
Jesus, you can hold a grudge, can't ya?
Me? It's him! What'd I ever do to him?
Um, well, you mooned him that one time, gave him the finger,
called him an arsehole. He sprung me.
Fuck him if he can't take a joke. Watch it, dickhead.
Listen, can we, uh, talk shop for a bit?
I didn't think you were here for that bloody auction.
I want another one. You want another one?
No. I... Listen, listen, listen.
I've been speaking to Chris Bronowski, right?
- That biker fella? - Yeah, well, he's not just a biker,
right? He's... he's ex-military, he's university educated.
- He's smart, all right? - And he's a biker.
- He's really smart. - And he's a biker.
No, yeah, but that's a good thing, right?
They've got a whole organisation, right?
- One more, Richie. - They've got personnel...
- Just one. - They've got structure,
- they've got the works. - Cheers, mate.
What they need is supply.
What they need's some bloody brains.
No, that's what I'm saying.
This guy... this guy is... is Duntroon, right?
- He's one bloke. - He's Duntroon. Yeah, but it's...
He... he's the top bloke, all right? He comes from the top...
He's on top of a bloody zoo.
They're apes. They're idiots, these blokes.
Mickel, I'm... I'm offering you an opportunity, all right?
I'm bringing you an opportunity. A big one.
What you're bringing me is a shitload of trouble.
I've got a nice little business, nice big business,
nice low profile.
I deal with these people, I get in the middle of a turf war, suddenly,
- and then I'm collateral damage. - What if he can...
- what if he can put a stop to it? - Nah, never gonna happen. He can't.
You don't know that.
- He can. - He can't.
Too many gangs, too many factions.
Too many idiots.
What if he gets the other clubs to agree to territories?
So he starts off with his own first, then brings in the others
when they see how good it is?
All right, and I do this supply via you?
No, direct.
I just take a percentage.
I'm sure you do, plus a cut at the other end.
It's a pretty sweet deal for you, isn't it, Rog?
- Fuck! Fuck! - Well, mate, I don't... I don't...
I don't want to handle the fuckin' stuff, do I?
The fuck you think I wanna handle it? Neither do I.
- Fuck off. - I don't wanna deal with 100 bloody
tattooed monkeys I've never fuckin' met.
Mate, you wouldn't be dealing with monkeys, all right?
You wouldn't be dealing with monkeys.
- Just... just Bronowski, all right? - Nah.
- Just him. - Nah.
- Hey? - Nah, nah, nah.
- Fuck off. - I deal with you.
- You can deal with Bronowski. - You deal with him.
Mate, it's not what I had in mind.
I bet it's not, but that's it.
It's gotta be the deal.
Righto.
You move that shit! I've been trapped here for hours!
- You move that junk! - What's your fuckin' problem, hey?
You move. Move now! I call police!
Call the fuckin' cops, eh? Hey?
What's your fuckin' problem?
What's your story? Hey?
I can't understand ya! Hey?
- Hey? - Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
- What are you doing? - Grab the legs.
You soil the fuckin' boys in blue.
- Quick, quick, quick! - What are you doing? No!
- Oh, yes, Mr. Fuckin' Money Bags! - Hey? Hey?
- Call the boys in blue, why don't ya? - One, two, three!
- Ahh, bullshit! - Jesus Christ!
- Oopsy daisy! - Done this before?
Christ almighty.
Good cars, these. Nothing stops them.
Bloody hell!
Jesus, that man can drink.
He held me down and poured beers down my throat.
You go to sleep, love.
Should've seen him.
Should have bloody seen him.
Did you know Chinamen float?
What do you think... How do you feel about having a dog?
- A dog? - Mmm.
Oh, yeah, you want a dog now?
Well, what about this?
You find us a house to buy
- and I'll find us a dog. - We don't need a house.
- I'm just talking about a pup. - Yeah, of course we need a house.
We need two houses. Two dogs. Whatever you want.
Roger, all I want is this. And you.
- And a little dog. - You're gonna have the best.
- Oh. - All right? I mean it.
_
My men got into a brawl with them.
- Oh, Jesus. - Some bullshit dispute
over the door at the Blackmarket Cafe, and they turn it into this.
My children were in there, so I don't care how much it costs.
- Find out who it was. - We know who it was.
- Not the club, the individuals. - No.
I want their names and where they live.
No. No! I do that, you kill 'em,
there's a war and we all lose millions.
- This isn't gonna stand. - Yes, it is.
This is exactly the sort of shit I was talking about, right?
You... you gotta show them you're different.
You gotta show them you're an officer, so you gotta act like it.
You're right.
Yeah, I'll talk to them. I'll hose this down.
- We do business, we make millions. - Good.
And while I do that, you talk to your filth mates, get their names,
I wait six months and then I kill them.
- All right, I'll get their names. - Good.
- Now I need to show my face. - No, you don't.
- They did this to my home, Roger. - Oh, mate.
- It's my bloody home. - Look...
Those idiots at the Blackmarket, they're trying
- to take over the door. - I don't c... Let me do it, all right?
- That's my job. - No, it's mine.
This isn't a war, is it?
I'm not even armed.
I'm just gonna show my face.
If you wanna make God have a little chuckle,
tell him how you got this great plan.
That you're gonna solve your financial problems.
That you're gonna get rich,
like all those other arseholes.
An internationally renowned bikie leader
was buried in western Sydney today.
Over 1,000 mourners, including a procession of 500 bikers
from around Australia, attended the funeral of Chris Bronowski,
killed in an execution-style murder
along with two associates in a Sydney nightclub...
Was he a friend?
- Yeah, sort of. - ... and had been invited
to address biker conferences in America and Europe,
and his funeral procession included representatives...
That's a delivery. I'll get it.
- There are more than 20 organised... - G'day, mate.
- Sign here, please. - Thanks.
... and analysts say it is difficult to determine
whether an organisation is a social club,
a gang or a criminal business enterprise...
Hey?
- Oh, Roger! - What'd I tell you?
- Two dogs. - Oh! You did it!
- Hey? - Oh, hello!
- Aren't they beauties? - Oh, so beautiful.
Roger. Hello, sweetheart. Hello!
You're a little beauty, aren't you, mate?
Oh, my god! Hello!
... and they now fear a period of turmoil.
Reprisals for the killing could turn into open warfare, with one
- gang looking for revenge... - Got problems, love?
Ahh, no, no.
Sweet as a nut.
You keep looking for a house, all right?
So, what you're looking at there is potentially the largest
drug distribution network in the country.
Any one of those men there could be a dealer, and on a perfect day,
you could arrest a dozen of them.
Which would only leave 100 more just as guilty.
Turn it off, please.
I'm no longer with the federal police.
I've recently been appointed chief investigator
of this New South Wales Crime Commission.
Some of you are state police, some of you are federal police.
Not anymore. That stops. You are seconded to me.
You are my people and I'm yours.
And make no mistake about it, we are in this together.
And under this act, we have been given the power to seize assets,
to compel suspects and non-suspects to give statements with no right
to a lawyer, no right to let anyone know that they've been brought in.
We've been given the power to use listening devices and phone taps.
We've been given the power to offer indemnity, cash rewards.
We've been given the power to create new identities, and we've been
given these powers 'cause we're no longer going after the onion weed.
We're gonna chop the head off this snake. And the biggest snake
in this game is the Michael Hurley organisations.
Remember that name, Michael Hurley.
Now, this guy, he doesn't use a phone and when he does meet,
he meets with a man by the name of Les Mara.
And you are gonna surveil them. You are gonna harass their associates.
You are going to arrest them.
You are going to roll them. You are gonna bribe them, if need be.
You are here because I asked you to be here,
which means you are here because you are the best.
G'day, mate.
Oh, it's perfect, darl. I mean, what do you think?
Oh, no, yeah, it's great.
Yard for the pups.
It's probably way too much, isn't it?
Well, I don't know. I mean,
- you like it, don't you? - I love it.
Yeah.
So, um, what sort of deposit would we be looking at?
You're Roger Rogerson, aren't you?
- Yeah, I am. - Yeah.
Look, I don't mean to be rude, but
I can't see anybody lending you money.
We'd be paying cash, you little shithead.
Well, I hate to say I told you so, Roger,
- but I bloody well told you so. - Yeah, yeah.
Those bikers are animals. Tar babies.
You're better off out of that one.
- Well, it leaves me with a big problem. - What's that?
- Money. - Well, money's not a problem.
- It's never a problem. - No, no, Mickel...
- Seriously. - Mickel.
- Roger... how much do you need, mate? - A lot of money. A lot of money.
Well, how much?
Is your offer still open?
Of course it is.
Do you know what the problem with criminals is?
It's that they're criminals.
They're forever wandering off the path of righteousness.
I need a man I can trust. I need a policeman.
Disgraced former detective.
This man is the only person that
I would trust with my life and now there's two of ya.
But if Standen gets a wind of this,
you're gonna have to watch yourself. He's a very dangerous man.
Standen is a poxy little customs clerk, right?
No, no, no.
Don't underestimate him.
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