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[AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING]
-[TIRES SCREECHING] -[♪♪♪]
♪ Ho ♪
♪ Ho, ho, ho, ho ♪
-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[PA ANNOUNCEMENT BELL CHIMING]
[ANNOUNCER] Good morning, everyone...
♪ Yeah ♪
[ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Feels like I'm out here Scuba diving with an anchor ♪
♪ While my people fighting Demons and the cancers ♪
♪ Tryna fix it singing ballads Singing anthems ♪
♪ How I'm so clueless With the last name Ansah ♪
♪ Shawty, get ♪
♪ Shawty, get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? Shawty, get ♪
♪ Shawty, get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? Shawty, get ♪
♪ Shawty, get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? How he do that? ♪
♪ Can't be sitting gentle In the storm ♪
♪ You gotta move that I been busy ♪
♪ Breaking down the walls I'm getting through that ♪
♪ Girl, this ain't My final curtain call ♪
♪ I bet you knew that, knew that Knew that, knew that ♪
♪ Trapped ♪
♪ How the fuck You figure that? ♪
♪ I can't be laying on my back Trapped ♪
♪ How the fuck You figure that? ♪
♪ I can't be laying on my back ♪
♪ I can't be laying On my what? ♪
♪ I hear them Knocking on my door ♪
♪ But love ain't Living here no more ♪
♪ Holding life I gotta squeeze I gotta motherfucking squeeze ♪
♪ These lemons Got me on my knees ♪
♪ They biting They some fuckin' fleas ♪
♪ I'm snappin' I ain't saying cheese ♪
♪ Shawty, get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? Shawty, get ♪
-♪ How 'bout that this time? ♪ -[BABY CRYING]
[CHECK-IN OFFICER] Next!
Here ya.
-Oh, this too. -[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
♪ I don't see What you see, my baby ♪
♪ I don't mean What you mean, my baby ♪
♪ I don't see What you see, my baby ♪
-♪ I don't mean... ♪ -Thank you.
♪ ...I don't see What you see, my baby ♪
♪ I don't mean What you mean, my baby ♪
♪ I don't see What you see, my baby ♪
♪ I don't mean What you mean, my baby, yeah ♪
[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT]
♪ Mean, my baby, yeah ♪
♪ Shawty get ♪
♪ Shawty get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? Shawty get ♪
♪ Shawty get inspired How 'bout that? ♪
♪ How 'bout that this time? ♪
-[GRUNTS] -[GIRL SCREAMING]
[ALARM BLARING]
-[AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING] -[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[ARNE SNORING]
-[KNOCKING AT DOOR] -[GASPS, MUTTERS] What?
-[GROANING] -We got a problem.
-ARNE: Okay. -[DOOR CLOSES]
-PAULA: "John Stephen Lance." -Who?
PAULA: We've a Federal Court order for your detention
pursuant to the provisions
of the Australian Commonwealth Immigration Act.
Oh. Thank you.
-[SIGHS] -Hmm. I'm sorry,
I can't read that without my glasses.
Lock him up.
Just lock me up? This is Australia.
It's still a free country, isn't it?
-[DOOR CLANGS SHUT] -[♪♪♪]
[BRAKES HISSING]
[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT]
Get back in line now.
[GATE CLANGS SHUT]
PAULA: Two weeks ago, you were arrested
by the Metropolitan Police in London
selling Disney products outside license.
Upon arrest, UK visas and immigration confirmed
the three-month travel visa on your Australian passport
was overdue a total of 4,986 days.
-That's more than 13 years. -JOHNNY: Yeah...
Yeah. Mickey Mouse.
-I beg your pardon? -Yeah, I... I...
I was selling, um, Mickey Mouse.
We're not interested in what you were selling, Mr. Lance.
Oh, yeah, no, not everyone's interested in Mickey,
but I've got other things, I got, um... [CLICKS TONGUE]
...I got Minnie, and... and Pluto and, um...
Oh, Goofy. I fuckin' love Goofy. Goofy's probably me favorite.
PAULA: According to our records, John Stephen Lance
died of heart failure in Melbourne 16 years ago.
I don't think so.
Yeah, look, I wasn't feeling all that flash
a little while back, but I don't think so.
We wanna know where you got this passport?
[YAWNS] Oh, I got shockin' jet lag.
-Did I tell you that? -PAULA: And we want to know
-what your real name is. -Um, I don't remember.
No, I deadset, I deadset, I got "amnesteeshia."
[FELT-TIP MARKER SQUEAKING]
So, you will be housed here at Cheltonham
while your immigration status
is efficiently and expeditiously assessed.
[WHISPERS] "Assessed?"
DIANA: Regardless of the results of that assessment,
before being accepted into the Australian community,
you will need to be able
to appropriately identify yourselves
-by your Christian name. -Christian?
-DETAINEES: Christian? -[STRAINS]
-[♪♪♪] -[CROW CAWING]
Fuckin' idiot.
For example, my name is Diana Swinson,
if I were asked "What is your name?"
I would reply, "My name is Diana."
-DETAINEES: Diana? -My name is Diana.
My name is... My name is...
-Diana. -DETAINEE: My name is Diana.
My name is... [SPEAKS ARABIC]
[♪♪♪]
Hey, boss, we got company.
[BRAKES SQUEAKING]
[HANDBRAKE CRANKS]
Fuck me.
Somethin' tells me there's drugs in this house.
I fuckin' hope so! [LAUGHS] How ya goin', mate?
-I've been good. -[BOTH LAUGHING]
-How ya goin'? -[CHEERFUL BANTER]
So...
let's see how we go, shall we?
[SNORES]
[DETAINEE SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE]
-Hmm? -What is your name?
-Hmm? -CHARLES: John fucking Spitieri?
Where the fuck did Johnny Spit come from?
Gimme that fuckin' thing.
Risen from the fuckin' dead, mate.
Jesus Christ!
Well, somebody better send him straight back there,
quick fuckin' smart!
ARNE: I'll tell ya something for nothing.
John Spitieri opens his mouth, you and I are fucked.
[♪♪♪]
[CHATTER IN ARABIC]
Sorry I'm a little bit late, everyone.
Okay. Stay. All right, you ready to go?
"My... My name is..."
What does it say? "My name is..."
-DETAINEES: My name is. -And again.
DETAINEES: My name is.
Yeah, good. So, what... what... what's your name, buddy?
-My name? -Yeah, what's your name?
Hayyan Lamma Dayoub Shebadeh.
Okay.
Um, do you wanna write it up on the blackboard for me?
[DETAINEES CONVERSE IN ARABIC]
[FELT-TIP MARKER SQUEAKING]
JOHNNY: Oh. Hmm.
-[SPEAKS ARABIC] -Yeah.
-Is good? -No, no, that's a... that's a...
that's a good name, mate. That's a... That's a good name.
I just... just think, it might be, um,
a little bit too long for the visa forms.
Like, in Australia, we... we... we... have short names.
-For get, uh, visa... -JOHNNY: Hmm.
-...uh, is better I have... -Visa?
-...uh, short name? -Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
it could be, mate. Yeah, have a short one.
-You have for me? -JOHNNY: Oh, yeah, mate.
Yeah, in Australia we got heaps of 'em. We got, like,
Stevo. Uh, Tommo.
-Uh, Trevor-- -Trevya?
-JOHNNY: Trevor, yeah. -Trevya.
Yeah, I'll write it... I'll write it down for ya.
-Okay. -BAKTASH: Trevya?
[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]
Trevor. See? See, Trevor.
Oh, I got a spelling mistake there.
-There, Trevor. Yeah? -My name is Trevor.
[LAUGHS] This, uh, good name... good name for visa.
-Visa? -Good... Good visa name.
-Visa name? -JOHNNY: What's your name, mate?
-[SPEAKS ARABIC] Wasim. -Wasim.
Wazza, mate. You could be Wazza. Yeah. You--
-Wazza? -JOHNNY: Wazza, yeah. Wazza.
-Visa name? -JOHNNY: Visa name. All right.
BAKTASH: Ah, Wazza!
-Wazza. Trevor, Wazza. -JOHNNY: All right, okay.
-You're from Syria, aren't ya? -HAYYAN: From Syria.
What did you do in Syria?
-Uh, I walk. -You... You walk.
Yes, I walk every day. I like walk very much.
It's good. It's good to have a brisk walk, isn't it?
You know, get your steps up.
Oh, no, no. No, no. Uh, he walk.
Not... Not walk, uh, like job, job. You walk.
Oh, work! Yeah, yeah, work. Yeah, okay.
I work hard. Seven days, every week.
JOHNNY: That's good, mate. People here,
they love a hard worker, mate. It's good to work hard.
-But, um, here, I no have work. -JOHNNY: No, me neither, mate.
That's-- You just picked up on something there.
In English, you've gotta say, "Don't have."
-Down? [SPEAKS ARABIC] -[SPEAKS IN ARABIC]
No. Like, I don't have no work. He don't have no work.
She don't have no work.
They don't have no work. Them don't have no work.
See? But that's proper English. Yep?
Yeah, everyone don't have no work.
Oh, mate, in this shithole, nobody have fuckin' nothin'.
CHARLES: There's a lot of loose lips in go-slow, mate.
Haven't got him in go-glow, mate.
Feds have got him out in Cheltonham on a visa blue.
-Cheltonham? -[♪♪♪]
Well, why didn't you say so?
-You got someone in there? -Oh, yeah. Fuckin' oath we have.
Big Willy Leota.
He's waiting on deportation back to Kiwi-land.
Can he get the job done?
CHARLES: Oh, yeah, he can get the job done all right.
Sure as there's shit in a cat, mate.
All we gotta do is speak to Big Willy Leota,
and Johnny Spit's for the fucking high jump.
[GRUNTS ANGRILY]
JOHNNY: Oh, thank you very much. Thank you.
Thank you.
-Two-- Good. Okay. -No. Uh, 25 percent.
-Twenty-five? -Yeah.
You say I bring you student for English...
-Yeah? -...and we be, uh, partner.
-Uh, I get 25. -Twenty-five? What are ya?
I... I am like you. Aussie entrepreneur.
Entrepreneur, ay? What's your name anyway, mate?
Uh, Jihad.
-Jihad. -You... You serious?
Yes.
You can't call yourself that here, mate.
Some people will think you're a fuckin' terrorist.
-Oh, really? -Yeah.
Oh, mate, don't-- You should... You should get one of 'em
temporary Australian names. Jihad, Jihad.
Jarrod, mate. Just put Jarrod on the form, I reckon.
-Okay, Jarrod. -JOHNNY: Yeah.
-Uh, Jarrod. Okay. -JOHNNY: All right.
Here's twenty... That's 25 percent.
-Oops. [CHUCKLES] -All right.
-Partners, mate? -Oh.
Partners.
-Yeah. -Okay. And your name is?
Oh, I'm Johnny, mate. I'm Johnny.
-Johnny? -Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
But you can call me Johnny. Yeah?
Okay. Johnny.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
-[♪♪♪] -[DOOR OPENING]
Thought you might be interested in this.
Turns out it was on one of the AFP's
old Red Notice files.
-[REFEREE BLOWING WHISTLE] -[DETAINEES CHATTER IN ARABIC]
So, did you come out here with your oldies, mate, or what?
Uh, uh, oldies?
Yeah, like, you know, like, your family and that.
Oh, no. Uh, family...
Family, uh, all dead in Syria. In war.
Yeah. But, uh, I...
I have uncle in Brisbane.
-Brisbane? -Mm.
Hey! That's where I come from.
-I grew up in Brisbane. -Oh.
That's bloody paradise there, mate.
He live at very wonderful place, with forest and lake.
Is called, uh, called Forest Lake.
-Forest Lake? Oh, mate! -You know?
Yeah, mate. Yeah.
-Oh! -Oh, nice.
Yeah, I... I did time out there once.
Time?
Yeah, oh, mate, I was... I was a naughty little boy back then.
You know, I used to be a ragin' smack addict.
-Smacker dick? -Yeah, no, I'm clean now, mate.
I'm tracking square.
But gotta get out of this shithole, mate.
-Then I'll be on me way. -JIHAD: I on me way, uh, too.
Before war, my father, he work in garden in Syria.
I think maybe I like to do something like this.
Mm-hmm.
They have garden here in Australia?
Oh, shit, mate,
they got fuckin' flowers and everything here, mate.
Out there it's a fuckin' jungle out there, mate.
What about you, Johnny? You have family in Australia?
Nah, mate. Nah.
Nah, mate.
Yeah, I...
Yeah, I... You know, I did once, mate.
That was a long time ago, though. Yeah.
Yeah, I had a little sister and everything.
[♪♪♪]
JOHNNY: Except, um...
we had... we had a fire one night...
-[FIRE BLAZING] -[GLASS SHATTERING]
...and me mum never made it out.
[BOTH SOB]
So, me and me sister,
we were shipped off to foster care.
Yeah. Yeah.
I mean, yeah, haven't seen me little sister since. Yeah.
-Oh! -[BALL THUDS]
[GRUNTS]
You... You like me. No family no more.
-Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so, mate. -[BALL THUDS]
JIHAD: But you grow up in Australia,
-so why you in this place? -Oh, mate!
That's just... That's just a tragic case
of mistaken identity, mate.
But you watch. I'll get out of here. Yeah?
JIHAD: How you do that?
I'll use me scone, mate. That's how.
-[GRUNTS] -[DETAINEES CHEER]
See, mate? I fuckin' used me scone.
DETAINEES: [CHANTING] Johnny! Johnny!
-Johnny! Johnny! -[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Niall Toole speaking.
Niall. Paula Kerrisk at Immigration.
NIALL: Yes, Paula?
[♪♪♪]
John Francis Spitieri.
[♪♪♪]
International fugitive.
Money launderer.
Criminal mastermind.
WOMEN: Five, six, seven, eight!
-BOTH: Whoo! -♪ So take it higher ♪
-♪ So take it higher ♪ -♪ Take it higher ♪
♪ So take it high... ♪
-Annie! -No, Minnie.
I can't. I just can't. [WHIMPERS]
MARION: What you gotta understand is
all men are essentially just bloody dropkicks.
Daddy wasn't like that but, was he, Mum?
Oh, no, sweet, no.
Daddy had to be house-trained.
He didn't come that way naturally.
See, that's the thing, darl. Men are like horses.
Unless you train 'em up,
they're just not worth a busted arse.
[♪♪♪]
-Hi, Crush. -All right, love?
These flowers are looking a bit tatty,
-aren't they? -MARION: Yeah.
CRAIG: Wanna use something else?
Oh no, darl, no. Your mourners insist on your gladioli.
Can't get enough of 'em. Especially the old sheilas.
They go all fizzy at the bung
at the very sight of your gladioli.
-CRAIG: What's wrong with Annie? -MARION: [SIGHS] Boy troubles.
-[ENGINE SPUTTERING] -Who's this?
[ENGINE SPUTTERS, RUMBLES]
CRAIG: It's Flee.
I'll have a word.
[SNIFFLES]
Want me to give that bloke of yours a slap for you, love?
No, she don't need nothing like that.
Just a little lovers' tiff, that's all.
[WHISPERS] You let me know.
See what I mean, pet? They're all knuckleheads.
No bloody idea.
-I thought you should know. -CRAIG: Yeah, cheers.
MARION: It just takes perseverance, darl, that's all.
Why don't you girls, um,
go and bring in them programs for us?
Thanks, Mum.
Bad news, Maz.
Our old mate Johnny Spit's just been pinched.
-Johnny Spit? Oh, fuck! -Yeah, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
-Question. -Yeah, Trev.
So, what this word "fuck" mean, Johnny?
"Fuck?" Oh, mate, that's just an "emphansiser."
"Emphansiser?"
Yeah. Yeah, that's just to... to "emphansise" things.
-BAKTASH: "Emphansise." -JOHNNY: Yeah.
Oh, just say I said to someone, uh, "Who are you?" Yeah?
That'd be like me asking 'em who they are. Yeah?
Askin' them what their name is.
But if I said, "Who the fuck are you?"
That's different, innit? Can you hear the little difference
with the "emphansis?" That's more like me saying,
"I don't know who you are or what you're on about, buddy,
but as far as I'm concerned, you can fuck off."
-Yeah? -Fuck off.
Yeah, fuck off. Um, go off, go away.
Ah, so "fuck" mean "go."
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, it can do. But, um, look, it can mean
lots of different things, just depending.
Um, like, just say I'm doing something.
I'm doing something, I'm, like, I'm making something.
And then I get jack of it,
I might just say, "Oh, fuck this!"
-Yeah? -Ah.
And that means, "Oh, forget this, I'm tired of this."
"I don't wanna do this no more." Yeah?
Or if I said to some bloke, "Fuck you!"
Yeah? That's me saying, "I disagree with you."
"I disagree with you. I don't wanna hear
no more of your shit." Yeah?
Or if you ask me a question, like, um, like,
"Hey, did you enjoy the footy game on the TV on the weekend?"
Yeah? and if I said, "Fuck yeah,"
yeah, it's different, innit?
Yeah? That means "Definitely, yeah, definitely."
Yeah? Yeah. So, did you all understand that?
Fuck yeah!
-Yeah. -[MOSQUITO BUZZING]
Fuck off! See? Yeah.
-[♪♪♪] -NIALL: John Francis Spitieri.
Convicted criminal, heroin addict,
low-level drug dealer.
In 2003, the former Criminal Intelligence Commission,
while investigating
Gold Coast money launderer Darren Barrington...
Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing there, pal?
...recruited Mr. Spitieri to act as a covert operative.
This was done in order to expose
a criminal conspiracy involving this man,
underworld boss Charles "Chicka" Martin.
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
-Yeah, what? -NIALL: Now, Chicka Martin
hatched a plan with this man.
Hmm. Police Inspector Arne Frederick Deviers.
Chicka, it's me.
Yeah, we found someone to get a message to your big mate.
All be sorted out soon.
-[CHUCKLING] -[SECURITY GATE BUZZING]
-Goodbye, Johnny Spit. -ARNE: RIP, son. RIP.
Oh, snap. See? I got it. See, it's two sixes?
See? I won that one.
-So, I'll take those ones. -[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
-CLARE: As I recall it, Niall,
you headed up that CIC investigation, didn't you?
Uh, yes... Uh, yes, Madam Commissioner, I did.
Hmm.
Now, in order to obtain critical evidence,
we had Spitieri wear a wire,
so the whole thing was sound-monitored
and tape-recorded.
FOSTER: But Spitieri's status as an informant
was critically compromised in the course of the operation.
-[DOOR THUDS] -[ROBBER SHOUTS]
[EMPLOYEES SCREAMING]
ROBBER: I want everyone down! This is a stick-up!
Yes... [STAMMERS]
The official version is that Spitieri's co-offenders
discovered that he was working for us and shot him.
[EMPLOYEES SCREAMING]
-Snap. -[STAMMERS]
NIALL: However...
John Spitieri's body was never found.
And neither were the proceeds of the robbery.
[TIRES SCREECH]
And with no informant and no witness,
Deviers cast himself as the hero
and the CIC as incompetent bunglers.
Yes.
And he's gotten away with it ever since.
That's true, Madam Commissioner, but the thing is,
there's been a rather interesting development.
-JIHAD: Snap! -Where'd you come from?
-I didn't know you were playing. -I have one?
No, yeah, just half of one.
NIALL: An Anglo male has attempted
to enter the country illegally
under the name of John Stephen Lance.
We believe this person to be, in fact,
John Francis Spitieri.
Oh, see? That's no match. I thought it was a match.
See? There's a ten and an eight, it's not a match.
So, he's not dead?
NIALL: That appears to be the case, yes.
Now, I believe that if we are to finally pin Arne Deviers,
John Spitieri is the key.
Snap!
Redemption, Niall.
-MARION: Oh, no, darl. -Hmm.
Other way round. Knives on the right.
Inside the spoon, sharp side facing the plate.
-Fair enough. -[SIGHS] Sorry, Crush.
Oh, you know what I'm like when I'm stressed.
All I wanna do is eat, and... right now, I'm that hungry
I could chew the arse out of a low-flying duck.
Don't know what you're worried about, Maz, honest.
Only person we robbed was Chicka.
And Chicka pinched it all
-in the first place. -Yes, darl, but...
the thing is,
Darren's whole share went straight into this place.
If them IPIC dickheads find that out,
-I could lose everything. -[CHAIR SCRAPING]
Ah, bollocks. Been stitched up here, Maz.
All these forks are too bloody small.
Oh, no, darl, no, they're your mini forks.
They go outside the big ones.
Why the fuck do you need two forks for?
Well, your minis are for eating what your fancy frog
-calls your petty bouchays. -Petty what?
Your petty bouchays, love.
To, you know, wake up the taste buds.
So, salads and all that sort of shit.
You know, your, um, your horse doovers,
they're your petty bouchays.
Know your bloody stuff, don't you, Maz?
Course I do, Crush. I have to.
You've gotta know your arse from your elbow
if you're gonna run a top-class joint like this. And...
-[SOBS SOFTLY] -Don't worry, Maz.
Johnny Spit ain't gonna grass you up, is he?
He's old school.
He ain't gonna go blabbing to no one.
If Johnny was a clock, he wouldn't even tell the time.
Yeah.
[JOHNNY SNORING]
[WHISPERS] Johnny.
-Mm. -Johnny?
[GROANS SLEEPILY]
-Hmm? -Oh, sorry.
[MUMBLING] You right, mate?
[GRUNTS]
You okay, mate?
Johnny, I very nervous.
I feel very nervous. Tomorrow is interview.
I... I... I don't want to go back.
No, mate, mate, mate. You don't have to be nervous.
We'll get out of here, mate.
In my... In my country, we-- Mother, she tell me a story,
we have great hero, Sindibadu al-Bahriyy.
He travel many land, he meet with giant and monster
and demon.
Sometime I feel like this one, Johnny.
I feel like demon everywhere.
I think something bad's gonna happen to me.
-No-- -No, I try be brave,
-but I very scared, very scared. -No need to be scared.
Nothin' bad's gonna happen.
Even if they don't let you out tomorrow, I'm an Aussie, mate.
They... They gotta let me out.
When they do, whooshka, I'll put me hand up.
I'll put me hand up, mate, and I'll sponsor ya.
Then you can stay here.
-You do this for me? -Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, course I will. We're mates, aren't we?
-Mates? -Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
[BRAKES HISSING]
[BOTH GRUNT]
[SCREAMS]
[MUFFLED SCREAMS]
-[DOOR BUZZING] -[GASPS]
Viliamu Willy Leota?
"Oh, my gosh," says the bad dude.
"There he is,
-it's the Captain." -[CHORTLES]
Just reading my little mate here a quick story.
Not quick enough, I'm afraid, Willy.
You're on the flight out to Kiwiland. Today.
-Let's go. -No hard feelings, bro.
Come on. Take an arm, boys.
-[LOCKERS CRASHING, THUDDING] -[WILLY YELLING]
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
ANITA: As an IMA, you may be eligible
for a Temporary Protection Visa subclass 785,
otherwise known as a TPV,
or a Safe Haven Enterprise Visa subclass 790,
AKA a SHEV. Do you understand?
-Snap? -I beg your pardon?
ANITA: So, um your name is Wozah.
No, no, no, no. Wazza. Wazza is better for me now.
Well, all right, then.
-Wazza. -Yes.
Our role is to assess your eligibility
as an incoming IMA
for a TPV or SHEV. Do you understand?
Fuck yeah!
Very good.
Good morning.
BAKTASH: [SPEAKING ARABIC] ...visa.
[SPEAKING ARABIC] ...detention. Detention...
[CONTINUES SPEAKING ARABIC]
-Thank you. -Thank you, shit hot.
ANITA: So, your name is Trevor?
My name is Trevor, but you can call me Trevor.
Okay. Trevor.
Let's start with your occupation.
HAYYAN: Uh, I need find good job.
I working very hard.
-I like working, very much. -So, you would find work?
Yes, but no bloody work in this shithole. Fuck me.
Who's running our English language classes at the moment?
[CHUCKLES]
ANITA: So, you say your whole family
was killed in the bombing.
Uh, yes. Uh, my mother, uh, father, uh, two brothers.
Did you seek counseling or other assistance?
Coun... [STAMMERS] Uh, no. No. There is no one.
I hide. Uh, maybe four days.
Soldier, they come, they find me.
They say, uh... [SPEAKS ARABIC]
"Put up... Put up your hands, or we kill you."
Old woman, she come, she say, "This my grandson."
So, they let me go.
I... I run away, long time... [INHALES DEEPLY]
...then Freedom Army, they find me.
They say, "Join, or we kill you."
I... I run away again. I walk many, many days,
uh, until I reach border.
-To Lebanon? -JIHAD: Yes.
And why... why did you not stay in the refugee camp there?
Yes, I stay. Long time. Maybe two years.
Um, there is many people there, very sick. Dying. Hungry.
I... I don't want to die there.
Uh, so I sell my mother's gold plate,
she have, uh... [CLICKS TONGUE] Uh... [MUTTERS IN ARABIC]
...inscribed with the Shahada.
I pay this to smuggler.
You decided to jump the queue, in other words.
Uh, there... there is no queue. Just many people dying, sick.
You decided to buy your way out.
I decided to live.
[♪♪♪]
[AIRPLANE WHIZZING]
Hey.
You okay, mate?
I, uh...
I... I just come from office. They say, uh...
They... They say I get visa.
Oh, that's shit hot, buddy. Hey, put it there.
That is fuckin' awesome, mate!
JIHAD: Yeah, fuckin' awesome.
Oh, that's sen-fuckin'-sational, mate.
[SNIFFLES]
Mate, ay, ay. [STAMMERS] You got it, mate. Ay?
You got it, mate. You did it.
Is just, uh, my family.
-This my brothers. -JOHNNY: Yeah? Oh, mate.
Mate, I reckon they'd be proud of ya.
Yeah, they'd be happy for ya, mate. Mm.
I, uh...
I go to Forest Lake.
I get work.
JOHNNY: Yeah, you do that, mate. Yeah.
Hey, hey, I got this old mate out there.
I think he sells flowers and some shit.
Yeah, you could get some work out there.
It's called Dabbadale Gardens. Yeah.
-Yeah, just ask for Dabba. -JIHAD: Dabba?
Yeah. Yeah, tell him Johnny Spit sent ya.
-Yeah. -Okay, Johnny Spit.
What about... What about you? You... You get out soon, or...
Oh, yeah, mate, any tick of the old clock
-I'll be outta here. -Really?
Yeah, mate. Deadset certainty. I'll be fuckin' free as a bird.
-Good on ya, mate. -[♪♪♪]
JIHAD: Thank you, Johnny Spit.
This is your driver's license.
[WHITEBOARD CLATTERING]
Nah. Nah, that's not me.
-Beg your pardon? -That... That's not me.
Ah, fuck, look how skinny he is.
He's got fuckin' squinty eyes. I don't have squinty eyes.
No, he'd be a deadset junkie, mate, that's for sure.
-Hello, Mr. Spitieri. -Who?
[SCOFFS] This is a 2003 warrant for your arrest
on drug trafficking charges. [BLOWS AIR]
You're under arrest, John.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[♪♪♪]
♪ Middle class white boys Trying hard to annoy ♪
♪ All we really needed Is a ticket to ride ♪
♪ All we need is All we need is ♪
♪ All we need is ♪
♪ All we need is All we need is, all we need is ♪
♪ All we need is Is a punch in the face ♪
♪ Face, face ♪
-♪ All we need is a... ♪ -♪ We need a punch in the... ♪
♪ Punch in the face ♪
Well, fuck me, look who it is. Me old mate Johnny Spit!
[CHUCKLES]
-♪ All we need is... ♪ -Fuck me.
Come on.
-♪ All we need is... ♪ -♪ Is a punch in the face! ♪
Chicka. It's me.
Listen, we're in the fuckin' shit.
Your big fuckin' mate Willy
who was supposed to be so fuckin' reliable
got a fuckin' holiday. He's out. Transferred.
And guess what?
CIC got hold of fuckin' Johnny fuckin' Spitieri, mate.
-It's a fuckin' disaster. -Fuck!
[♪♪♪]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[RECITES PRAYERS IN ARABIC]
Ammu!
Jihad!
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
-Jihad. -Ammu.
Habibi!
Welcome to Australia, habibi! Habibi.
[SPEAKS EXCITEDLY IN ARABIC]
-[HEARING AID SQUEALS] -[LABORED BREATHING]
[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Ah, Jihad! [SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[JIHAD SPEAKS ARABIC] -[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-[SPEAKS ARABIC]
NEWSREADER: [OVER TV] Recapping our main story,
John Francis Spitieri, the man at the center
of the infamous 2003 "Informant A Inquiry,"
has been sensationally located alive.
Officers of the Public Integrity Commission
-today arrested Spitieri... -Jihad.
-...on Queensland's Gold Coast. -[SPEAKS ARABIC]
NEWSREADER: [OVER TV] Spitieri, a former convict,
was at the center of explosive allegations
made against high-ranking Queensland Police Inspector
Arne Deviers.
Spitieri was back in police custody today,
charged with a string of offenses,
including drug trafficking and breach of parole.
Inspector Deviers today shrugged off opposition
calls for the "Informant A Inquiry"
to be reopened.
[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
All right, all right, all right. Here's the scoop.
-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING] -This just goes to show you
how totally wrong the CIC got it.
They didn't even know if their operative
was alive or dead. It's a joke. That's all I got to say.
Have a good weekend.
-[REPORTERS CLAMORING] -ARNE: Have a good weekend.
It's a fuckin' disaster.
We gotta get to him before IPIC does.
[GATE CLANGING]
GUARD: Keep going.
Move along. You're in there. Keep going.
Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.
-Not you. You've got visitors. -What fuckin' visitors?
[♪♪♪]
Oi. No contact.
Yeah.
Tyler.
This is your uncle. Johnny.
Yeah, yeah. Biscuit. Yeah. Oh.
-JULIE: Yeah. -Oh.
Yeah. Hey, what's up, buddy?
-TYLER: Nothin' much. -JOHNNY: Oh, yeah?
Why are you in jail?
Oh, well, mate. I was framed, mate.
I'm an innocent victim of cruel circumstances.
Hmm.
[ALARM BLARING]
JOHNNY: Mate, he's... he's a little champion, Jules.
-He's my world. -Yeah.
JULIE: He's all I have.
Anyways, yeah, I... I tried to come and see ya.
Heaps of times. But they fuckin' wouldn't let me.
Then, fuck, then they shipped me out of the foster home
into Westbrook. By the time I got out of Westbrook,
I was fucked in the head, ay.
I... I didn't know where youse was.
I know John. It was the same.
Went looking for you, but...
I never forgot you. Never.
Look.
Yeah.
Three of us would be together.
[VOICE WAVERING] I'm sick, Johnny.
Really sick.
Yeah, well, fuck, I'm gonna get out of here real soon.
Really?
Yeah, yeah. Fuck, I'll be out of here before Christmas.
And when I do, I'm gonna... I'm gonna look after you.
And the little one. Yeah, yeah.
You'll be fuckin' back on your feet before you know it.
-HAYA: Jihad... [SPEAKS ARABIC] -[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-HAYA: [IN ARABIC] -[IN ARABIC]
[SPEAKS ARABIC] Uh, hello?
JOHNNY: Yeah, hey, brother. What's happening?
-Johnny? -Yeah.
Hey, thanks for the letter.
Yeah, I thought you might've forgot me
once you got out of that shithole.
No, no, you-- I don't forget.
-We... We partners. We... -Yeah.
-...We mates. -Yeah. Hey, listen.
I need you to do me a favor.
There's someone I need to get some help for real quick.
[♪♪♪]
MARION: Anyway, it's not like
there's a shortage of customers out there.
It's a bloody growth industry.
Especially in all this hot weather.
Them punters are dropping like flies.
Excuse me. Sorry. Um, Mr. Dabba?
His sister is very sick. She have a little boy.
But, uh...
uh, Johnny needs money for a... a lawyer.
He say maybe you can help.
Of course, pet. I'll get you a gorilla for the lawyer.
You just wait right here.
Well, we use monkey for lawyer?
No, a gorilla.
A gee. A grand.
Silverback. Ten Nellie Melbas. Thousand bucks.
Oh. Okay. Oh, yes. [CLICKS TONGUE]
Yes. Uh-- Oh, 1000 is a lot for a lawyer.
-Oh, yeah, it's a decent wedge. -Mm.
-Oh. uh, gladioli. -Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you gotta have 'em. Mourners insist.
Mm.
So, there, lovey.
There's a gorilla in folders for the lawyer.
Make sure you get him someone good.
If you need any more, just let us know. Okay?
Okay. Uh, thank you.
You, uh, maybe need gardener?
I love to walk.
Yeah, I like a stroll. Of a morning.
Jihad... [SPEAKS ARABIC] ...Johnny Spitieri...
-[SPEAKS ARABIC] -[SPEAKS ARABIC]
Johnny... [SPEAKS ARABIC] ...cruel circumstances.
Oh.
Cruel circumstances.
-[IN ARABIC] -[IN ARABIC]
[SPEAKS ARABIC] ...Aria.
-Aria. -[SPEAKS ARABIC]
-Aria! Aria! -Um...
Listen, Ma, I gotta go, I'm at work, okay?
I'll call you later. Okay, bye.
AHMAD: Aria is good. Very good, Aria.
[HORN HONKING]
JIHAD: You will free Johnny today, uh--
No, you're asking too many questions.
I'm doing this for you pro bono. I already told you that.
Hey, you guys need to wait here, yeah?
You boys from the media, are youse?
-REPORTER: Yeah. -You here for that whole
Gold Coast drug trafficking whatchamacallit?
-REPORTER: Yeah, yeah. -Sweet.
I'm his lawyer. Ari Sahni.
Here, you take one too. Got any friends
who need a lawyer, tell them to give me a call.
You boys should get some pictures of me.
It's good. It's good for you.
I'm gonna walk back and walk back again, yeah?
-All casual like. -REPORTER: Sure.
-Just make sure you're rolling. -[CAMERA BEEPS]
-Miss Aria-- -ARIA: Please wait.
Okay.
You ready? Okay, it's a good shot, trust me.
-Action. -[♪♪♪]
Ari Sahni. Reasonable doubt at a reasonable price.
Okay, so this one, it's a mention.
It's two minutes. It's in, it's out,
you're done. It's quick.
-What about bail? -Bail?
This is trafficking, it's heavy shit, bro.
You can't just get bail for this in the Magistrates Court.
You gotta go Supreme Court for that.
I got bail last time in the Magistrates Court.
Really? You can get bail for this
in the Magistrates Court? Okay. That's good.
We should try that, then.
What do you think? You wanna try and get some bail?
-Yeah. -Yeah, okay.
All right, well, that's what we're gonna do then.
Let's go get some bail, man.
Bail refused.
-Bail refused. -Bail refused?
ARIA: Look, bro, I tried my best, okay?
-Just look on the bright side. -What fuckin' bright side?
[SCOFFS]
[WHISPERS] So, what we want you to do, okay...
[MUFFLED WHISPERING]
-PROSECUTOR: What? -Right. Okay?
[SIGHS, WHISPERS]
Actually, Your Honor,
we're not offering any evidence on those charges.
Oh, I object, Your Honor. Wait, what did you say?
We're offering no evidence, Your Honor.
-MAGISTRATE: On all charges? -PROSECUTOR: Yes, Your Honor.
MAGISTRATE: All right. No evidence offered.
All charges dismissed. Defendant discharged.
Oh.
-[REPORTERS CLAMORING] -ARIA: No, no.
I need you all to settle down. I will talk to you one by one.
NIALL: John Francis Spitieri?
-Don't answer that. -You've been served.
What are you hassling me for? Mate, all me charges
-were fucking dropped. -NIALL: No, no.
That's a notice to appear before a public hearing.
IPIC wanna know what happened 20 years ago.
We wanna know where the money got to and we want names.
And if you don't answer our questions,
you will go back to jail for a very long time.
[♪♪♪]
-All charges withdrawn? -Mm.
The direction has to have come from Deviers.
I think he wants someone to believe
that Spitieri's rolled over and stitched up a deal with us.
Which now means our prime witness
is at very grave risk.
♪ I put a spell on you ♪
CHARLES: Rightio.
♪ 'Cause you're mine La-la, la-la, la-la ♪
♪ You better stop The things you do ♪
♪ I ain't lying La-la, la-la, lyin', lyin' ♪
♪ I can't stand it You're running around ♪
♪ I can't stand it When you put me down ♪
♪ La-la-la-la... ♪
-We got him. -CHARLES: About fuckin' time.
♪ ...Because you're mine ♪
[FLEE GROANING]
[MUFFLED GROANING]
-[MUFFLED GROANS] -CHARLES: Flee!
Where the fuck ya been, son?
[MUMBLING]
Inside, Chicka. Three weeks.
I was comin' to see ya, Chicka, deadset.
I know I still owe ya.
You certainly fuckin' do, my son.
-Plus six weeks juice on top. -Oh.
So, why didn't I fuckin' hear from you three days ago?
I just... I just need a couple of weeks, Chicka.
-No, no. [GROANS] -[GRUNTS]
Oh! Oh, fuckin'...
[SCREAMS] Oh, no! [GROANS]
No, no, no, no, no...
Chicka! Please, Chicka, don't. Don't, please!
Flee, we both know the penalty for late payments.
I'll get it! Real soon. Deadset, I promise! Yeah?
I'm lookin' for Johnny Spitieri.
Johnny Spit? He's out, Chicka. They... They released him.
Yeah, I know that, you imbecile.
I wanna know where the fuck Johnny Spit is!
I don't know, mate! I haven't seen him. [SCREAMS]
Mate, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Fuck! Oh, wait!
Oh, fuck! [SIGHS]
I... I did hear a tiny whisper about where he just might be.
Oh, did you, Flee?
[SIGHS] Fuck.
-[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER] -[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[AMBULANCE DOOR CLOSING]
[SIREN WAILING]
[♪♪♪]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
-[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ARABIC] -[CELLPHONE RINGING]
JIHAD: Uh, hello?
JIHAD: Johnny.
Your sister's been taken to hospital.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ARABIC]
-AHMAD: Can I help you? -Yeah, you can, champ.
I'm lookin' for John Spitieri. He around?
No, no, no. He's not here.
JIHAD: Is that right?
-Hey! -Fuck off.
Excuse me.
-[♪♪♪] -Hey! Hey!
-♪ Call my name ♪ -♪ Call my name ♪
-[YELLS] -♪ I'm gonna run ♪
-♪ Ain't nobody ♪ -♪ Ain't nobody ♪
-♪ Bring me down ♪ -♪ Bring me down ♪
-♪ Don't you worry ♪ -♪ Don't you worry ♪
-[SHOUTING IN ARABIC] -Hey, mister!
-Leave my house! -[MAN SHOUTING IN ARABIC]
-Oi! -[SHOUTS IN ARABIC]
MARCO: Oi!
♪ Say my name ♪
-[CERAMIC SHATTERING] -MARCO: Fuck!
♪ Say my name ♪
♪ All right, all right ♪
♪ Say, say, say, Say, say, say, yeah ♪
[EXHALES]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS ANGRILY]
-♪ Say my name ♪ -♪ I'm gonna run ♪
♪ I'm gonna run ♪
-♪ Ain't nobody ♪ -♪ Ain't nobody ♪
-♪ Can keep me down ♪ -♪ Can keep me down ♪
-♪ Don't you worry ♪ -♪ Don't you worry ♪
-♪ Don't you fret ♪ -♪ Don't you fret ♪
-♪ 'Cause I'm ♪ -♪ 'Cause I'm ♪
-♪ Gonna be there in the end ♪ -♪ Be there in the end ♪
-♪ Hey, everybody ♪ -♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Under the sun ♪ -♪ Under the sun ♪
♪ They all gonna see me run ♪
[GRUNTS]
-♪ What's my name? ♪ -♪ What's my name? ♪
[FIRE HISSING]
Who's this guy?
Oi, bro. You're standing in our hangi pit.
JOHNNY: Sorry, mate.
I've gotta get to the hospital.
-Go on. Get outta here. -Thank you.
Hey.
What the fuck do youse two want?
Look, we just need--
Nah, nah, nah. Youse don't need to nothing.
Youse two need to fuck off the way youse just came.
Fuck off.
Thanks, mate.
-♪ Everybody ♪ -♪ Everybody ♪
♪ Everybody ♪
Fuck!
♪ Everybody ♪
♪ Everybody say my name ♪
-♪ Say it again! ♪ -♪ What's my name? ♪
-♪ Whoa-ohhh ♪ -♪ Say my name ♪
-♪ What's my name? ♪ -♪ Say my name ♪
♪ What's my name? ♪
♪ Oh ♪
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
ANNIE: Hey, Craig.
There's a bloke out in reception asking for you.
Says his name's Frank Lee?
Frank Lee?
Oh, fuck! Ooh!
-G'day, Crusher. -What you doin' here, Flee?
Nothin'. It's just...
I run into Johnny Spit when I was on remand.
Come on.
Oh, fuckin' hell, mate.
Jeez, Crush.
How long ya been doin' this shit?
-Where's Johnny? -Dunno.
Out and about. [CHUCKLES]
-I was hoping you'd tell me. -What for?
Oh, I just want to catch up with him, is all.
Old times' sake. Yeah.
CRAIG: You still working for Chicka, are ya, Flee?
Chicka?
Oh... nah, nah, mate. Haven't seen him in yonks.
Yonks, mate, yonks.
Yeah, well, I ain't seen Johnny Spit in yonks neither.
As in about 20 years. And I don't have to see him.
If you do bump into anyone who's looking for him,
you be sure to remind 'em that Johnny Spit's
as staunch as they come.
Now get the fuck off this property, Flee.
I find you here again,
I'll put you in one of these boxes.
With aplomb.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA]
JOHNNY: Yeah.
-You had red hair like me. -Yeah.
Yeah, "Biscuit" they used to call me.
Yeah, like Gingernuts. 'Cause I had ginger nuts.
You know, the... the hair.
What happened to you?
When we were little kids,
Uncle Johnny, he looked after me.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uncle Johnny gonna look after you.
Oh, yeah. Shit yeah.
So you'll always have me.
And... one of us will be here.
Have both of us.
Always.
All right.
[ENGINE REVVING]
-Sit. -[SIGHS]
Sweet office, Chicka, ay.
-So... -I've been everywhere, Chicka.
I asked everyone.
He's in fuckin' deep snooker. Deadset.
Well, what fuckin' use are you, then, Flee?
Yeah, no, not much, I suppose.
But I'm still looking, Chicka, ay.
Flee, I thought I made myself quite clear when we last spoke.
You did. That's true, Chick, you did.
[SIGHS] I must say you were very clear about that point.
And... very fair too.
[SCOFFS] I know I've done the wrong thing here.
I accept that.
And I don't want to fuck you guys around
any more than is absolutely necessary.
I mean, that's only fair.
So, you've given me fair warning, so fair enough.
-[ZIP HISSES] -No worries.
There you go.
All good.
What the fuck is that supposed to be?
That's my little finger, Chick.
I... [BREATHES SHAKILY]
I thought I'd save ya the trouble of, you know...
That's just for this week.
I mean, if that could cover me for this week,
say maybe up to next Friday, that'd be great.
-Sweet. No worries. -CHARLES: For a start, Flee,
that's not even your fucking finger, is it?
FLEE: What do you mean?
Where'd you get that finger from?
From my hand, Chicka.
I cut it off to save you the trouble.
-Flee... -[WHIMPERS]
...if I have to fuckin' rip this bandage off your hand
to prove that that finger
didn't come from that fucking hand,
I will have Marco rip your fucking ears off
at the same time. Do you understand?
Yep. [SOBS]
Because deception, Flee, as you well know,
can be a very hurtful business.
Now, instead of that little finger,
maybe I should just take the whole hand.
-What do you think? -[GUNSHOT]
-CHARLES: Fuckin'... -[GASPS]
What did you fuckin' do? You shot me.
[WHIMPERS]
You shot me with your fuckin' hand.
-[GUNSHOTS] -[GRUNTS]
[MEN GRUNT]
MARION: So what we need to do, Craig,
is be all over your death notices
like an itchy bloody rash.
That's what you call proactive marketing, that is.
We should have a Dabbadale Gardens brochure
and a bunch of your bloody gladioli smack bang
in the family lounge room before the body's even cold.
Oh, shit!
Someone's knocked Chicka Martin.
He's dead.
Couldn't happen to a nicer bloke.
Hmm.
Wonder who's doing the funeral.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
Homicide boys reckon he was popped by Frankie Lee.
ARNE: Francis Lee? I know that maggot.
"Flee."
He's a junkie mate of Spitieri's.
They were in the same unit together at Wacol
-until about two weeks ago. -Fuck me.
Spitieri put a hit out on Chicka. Fuck.
Where is he now?
We lost him.
Well, find him.
I want that little grub stitched up
tighter than a fish's fuckin' fanny.
John. [SIGHS]
I'm sorry. She passed about 40 minutes ago.
She's still on the ward, though, if you'd like to say goodbye.
[♪♪♪]
Excuse me. Where's... Where's Tyler, her little kid?
Oh, he's fine. He's okay. He's with Children's Services.
Children's Services? Fuck me!
[INAUDIBLE]
[♪♪♪]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[BODY THUDS]
-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -JIHAD: Johnny?
-[GROANS SOFTLY] -JIHAD: Johnny?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-[GROANS] -[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[LOCK CLICKS]
I heard about your sister.
I'm very sorry, Johnny.
Yeah, I fucked up.
And now her little bloke's going into...
foster care. Just like me and me sister.
No family, no one.
No. He... he have someone. He have you.
JOHNNY: Oh, mate, I'm a fuck-up.
No. Johnny, no. You... You are a good man.
You help everyone. You... You save this little boy.
Nah, mate, I fuck-- I can't save meself.
JIHAD: You know, you once tell me
my name is terrorist name.
This not true.
Jihad is proud name.
It means to struggle.
To struggle for better world or...
better life.
And now, I have new life.
Because of you. You, Johnny. You... you help me do this.
So, now I help you.
Because this what good mates do.
Yes?
-Johnny. -JOHNNY: Oh, hey, mate.
JIHAD: How are you? Nervous?
JOHNNY: Nah. Nah, nah, mate, I'm all good.
-JIHAD: Let's go. -JOHNNY: Yeah. All right.
JANE: I'm afraid any care arrangements
will need to be scrutinized and approved by the Department.
-Oh, but I'm his uncle. -Yes.
And this gentleman is?
Well, he's me mate, Jihad.
JANE: Well, this is just an eligibility interview, John.
I'm sure you won't be needing a support person.
But we are partners.
Oh. [CHUCKLES] Partners. Oh! I see. I...
I didn't realize... [STAMMERS] Well, then...
Yes, Jihad, of course you may stay.
We very much want you to be part of the process.
So, John...
I see from the police report
you have a rather lengthy criminal history.
Yeah, but that's just old shit, ay. There's nothin' recent.
I'm trackin' square these days.
Mostly drug possession, I see.
Yes. Yes, but just heroin. Yeah.
Yeah, and weed, there's some weed too.
But all strictly natural.
-I'm sorry-- -Yeah, you know, like,
none of that chemical shit that the kids use nowadays.
You know, all that ice and shit. Oh, none of that.
None of that, I only ever done all-natural products.
Yeah. Yeah, like, heroin,
heroin's from natural-grown poppies.
You know? Innit? And, you know, weed...
Well, weed's... weed's... Weed's weed, you know?
Fuckin' eccies and speed...
I fuckin' wouldn't touch none of that.
Yeah, you wouldn't know where it comes from, would ya?
Can you imagine,
you imagine putting that stuff in your system
and not knowing where it comes from?
Nah, that'd just be plain irresponsible.
Yeah. Don't you think?
[♪♪♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ah, Crush!
Hi, mate. Long time, no see.
-How are ya? -All right, Johnny?
Yeah, good, mate. Good.
Oh, fuck.
-Can't believe that worked! -Here we go.
JOHNNY: So Dabba carked it, ay?
Yeah. It was his heart, evidently.
He sort of, um, over-exerted himself.
Yeah? What happened?
Oh, well, that's, um, sort of personal, Johnny.
-Oh, fuck! I'm sorry. -Oh, no, that's okay, darl.
Let's just say he died happy. Yeah.
Very happy in fact, as I recall it.
-JOHNNY: Mm. -Mm.
Yeah, anyway, um... [CLICKS TONGUE]
I... I was just wonderin', um,
about me... about me old friend?
Remember about... about, um, Cyril Ash?
-Oh! -Sure.
Cyril Ash.
Jarrod, pet, would you mind just giving us
a moment alone with Johnny?
-Oh, of course. -Thanks, darlin'.
-These are good. -Mm.
Um, when I shot through,
I gave about 50 of my share to Dabba.
I was just... I was just wondering if...
any of it was still around.
Fifty grand? Are you serious? That's 20 years ago, Johnny.
Yeah, no, um, yeah, I thought it might've been gone.
Oh, no, darl. No, no. Course not. No.
Darren invested it all in this joint.
Mate, your fifty's worth at least 20 times that much now.
Fuck, that's about a hundred... hundred thousand.
No. Not a hundred, Johnny. More like a couple of million.
Pet, you own 25 percent of Dabbadale Gardens.
The only problem is,
if IPIC finds out where the money come
from in the first place,
it'll be 25 percent of sweet fuck-all.
Yeah, sweet fuck-all!
Oh, fuck!
Yeah.
[CHICKENS CLUCKING]
Well, well, if it isn't Jihad Joe.
-JIHAD: Hello? -Jihad Kalif?
Detective Senior Sergeant Peter Millard
from the Major Crimes Squad.
-This is Inspector Deviers. -[CHICKENS CLUCK]
Mind if we ask you a few questions?
JIHAD: Uh, yes, you can ask.
PETER: A man by the name of Chicka Martin
was shot and killed on the Gold Coast last week.
We have reason to believe that, uh,
John Spitieri was involved in that shooting.
Johnny? No, no, no.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, old mate.
Your old china, John Spitieri.
A severed finger was found at that murder scene.
-JIHAD: Finger? -Yeah, a fuckin' finger, Abdul.
It come off an old codger who was cremated two days later
at the very funeral home you happen to be workin' at.
So, we're investigating what the fuck
you and that funeral home had to do with this murder.
And trust me, son, if we so much as get a sniff,
you'll be on the first plane back
to whatever shithole you came from so fuckin' fast,
it'll make your fuckin' ugly head spin.
[SNIFFS]
JIHAD: Johnny, I am... I am very worried.
You think maybe they arrest me?
If I tip Deviers in the shit at that fuckin' inquiry,
he's gonna come after all of us.
But... No, but...
-but you have to tell the truth. -[SCOFFS]
No, but, Johnny, if you don't,
they're gonna send you back to jail.
Oh, fuck 'em, mate. Fuck 'em. Yeah.
Yeah. He's gonna have to find me first.
[SCOFFS]
-[TRAIN RATTLING] -[HORN BLARING]
Two wheels down, and here we go.
-[TIRES SCREECH] -Now you're burnin' rubber.
Awesome.
[HIGH FIVE SOUND]
So, um, the thing is,
I might have to go away for a little while.
-Where to? -Oh, just away, mate.
-Why? -Oh, I just sorta have to.
-[♪♪♪] -Why do you have to?
See, if... if I don't, mate,
some friends of mine might get into big trouble.
Can I come with you?
Nah, mate, no. Then you'd get into trouble.
Well, what if your friends go away and you stay,
and I be your friend?
Ah, mate, no.
No, I'd still get into trouble, mate.
You should have this.
Yeah, I love you too, mate.
[AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING]
-[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE] -[TRAIN RATTLING]
Well, well, back from the dead, Johnny fuckin' Spitieri.
-[SQUASH BALLS RATTLING] -[JOHNNY GROANING]
-[GROANS] -ARNE: Ooh-hoo!
Shoulders square to the wall. Look at that!
Lovely technique. Oh, beautiful, son.
What a thing to behold.
-[GROANS] -ARNE: Oh-hoo! [CACKLES]
V-shape grip.
[CACKLES]
-Enough. -ARNE: Very nice.
-Look at that. -[GROANS]
All right, all right...
Look, Johnny, old son.
[CHUCKLES] Johnny, old son. This is a statement,
you set up that robbery with Chicka,
yours truly had fuck-all to do with it.
-I set nothin' up, mate. -ARNE: Simple.
No, you and Chicka did the whole thing.
Look...
We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.
Take this pen,
sign your name on the dotted line.
We can all go home.
I'm not signing anything.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh!
You know how this works, Johnny. [PANTS]
You're a little piece-of-shit, drug-dealing fuckin' junkie.
Tomorrow they can find you face down in a skip somewhere,
just another dead fuckin' addict.
No one gives a flying fuck.
I got a little kid to look out for.
-Fuck your kid! -I'm not signing nothin'.
Well, I've had enough of this shit.
Let's do it the tried and tested way, huh?
For old times' sake.
Let's go, son.
Every junkie should learn how to fuckin' fly, ay?
Bit of fuckin' fresh air.
JOHNNY: No! [SCREAMING]
-No! -[CHUCKLES]
-Fucking pull me up! -You keep climbing out windows
to escape police custody, Johnny.
One day you're gonna slip and fall.
-[SCREAMS] -[CHUCKLES]
JOHNNY: Okay. Yeah, I'll sign it, mate.
I'll sign it, I'll sign it.
[PEN CLICKS]
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
[PEN CLATTERS]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[♪♪♪]
[SEAGULL SQUAWKS]
I've fucked up. I know I've fucked up, bubs.
I've always... I've always been running.
All my life.
But I'm not gonna run no more.
I love you forever, bubs.
[PAGES RUSTLING]
-Mr. Toole? -NIALL: Hmm?
[CLEARS THROAT] Your full name is
John Francis Spitieri, also known as "Johnny Spit."
I'm sorry, who?
Johnny Spit. John Francis Spitieri.
-HAYYAN: Oh, look, it's Johnny. -WASIM: Hey, Johnny!
Hello, Johnny. I miss you, brother.
-NIALL: Witness. -Please sit down.
Witness. I'll ask you again.
Is your full name John Francis Spitieri?
I object.
Yes, Ms. Sahni? On what grounds?
S-- It's on the grounds that this answer
will, like, seriously incriminate my client.
Ms. Sahni, perhaps I should warn you that any person,
including any lawyer, who obstructs this hearing
may themselves be charged with a very serious
-criminal offense. -Okay.
FOSTER: Thank you. Mr. Toole, you may proceed.
Thank you, Madam Commissioner.
Witness, would you look at this document, please.
That is a photocopy
of a driver's license in the name
of John Francis Spitieri, is it not?
-Who? -NIALL: John Francis Spitieri.
Um, I don't know. I can't see it.
I haven't got my glasses.
Yeah, I can't see nothin' up close without my glasses.
NIALL: Well, where are your glasses?
Um, well, I... I lost 'em.
You lo-- What? You lost them where?
Well, mate, if I knew that,
they wouldn't be lost, would they?
No, anyway, I can't read it, mate.
[SIGHS]
Yeah, no... Yeah.
Yeah, I can see there's words there if I hold my arm out,
but I can't read nothin'.
It's a driver's license in your name, I suggest.
How do I know that, mate? Me arm's not long enough.
Hang on.
Um...
If someone could just hold it up for me?
Please?
Orderly, could you, uh, please...
hold the document for Mr. Spitieri.
Oh, thank you.
If you could please just take a half a step back. Thank you.
Yeah, but bring it round a bit, please?
Yeah, and... and just a little bit further forward.
Please. That's it, yeah. Just tilt it forward a bit--
FOSTER: Mr. Toole, perhaps if you could find
a suitable pair of glasses for the witness?
NIALL: Yes, Madam Commissioner.
Um...
What prescription of eyeglass do you take?
I'm sorry, mate, my... my pre-what?
Pres-- What grading are your glasses?
Oh, I don't know, mate.
I just wear what the glasses bloke
tells me to wear.
[SIGHS]
Orderly, are they magnifiers?
Could I borrow them, please?
Yeah, perhaps if you try these glasses, witness.
JOHNNY: Oh, thank you.
Oh, these are broken, mate.
-NIALL: Doesn't matter. -Probably-- Should get the--
You get a screw,
-you can easily fix it. -Doesn't matter.
JOHNNY: Well, it would for the person who owns it.
Oh, mate, they're Coke bottles, mate.
They're way too strong.
Mr. Toole, perhaps we could find a selection
of suitable eyeglasses to assist the witness?
Yes, Ma'am.
Uh, c... can I borrow your glasses?
-If you must. -Thank you very much.
Excuse me. Are they real diamonds in there?
-Are they magnifiers? -Yeah.
NIALL: Can I borrow-- Great, thank you. Thank you very much.
Uh, ones...
-Clock is ticking, Mr. Toole. -NIALL: Yes, Madam Commissioner.
I'm informed that these are a one.
-JOHNNY: Oh, thank you. -[BREATHES DEEPLY]
Oh, wow, these are snazzy, aren't they?
They're good color too, these ones.
Yeah.
[LAUGHS]
Oh, they make everything fuzzy, these ones.
Oh, look at that.
That makes everything look like a kaleidoscope.
-[NIALL CLEARS THROAT] -Yeah, wow, that's like a...
Look at that.
Mm, yeah, I can't read nothin' with 'em,
but they're cool, mate, those ones.
Thank you.
Yeah.
-Thank you. -These are a two.
Please keep it still for me. Thank you.
No, they're still too strong, mate. They--
That'll give me a migraine
if I use them for extended period of time.
Mr. Toole, it appears that the number two
are too strong for the witness,
and the number ones are too weak.
Perhaps we could try a 1.5?
Yes, Ma'am.
Yeah, 1.5, I think would be good.
Hmm...
-These are a 1.5. -Oh.
Thank you.
They're filthy, mate. Clean 'em up a bit for ya.
Give a clean for ya.
[HUMMING]
FOSTER: So, that must be pretty close
to your prescription, witness.
Now can you tell me the name
of the license-holder written there?
Um, whereabouts, Your Honor?
FOSTER: Mr. Toole?
Uh, sorry, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.
Uh, it's, um... it's just at the, um...
[SIGHS]
Could I have my glasses back, please?
-Certainly. -[FOSTER CLEARS THROAT]
Yes, see, it's... it's at the top there. It's...
three lines down in capital letters.
It reads "Spitieri, John Francis," does it not?
I dunno, I can't see it.
Oh. [SIGHS]
Witness, you were recently charged
under the name of John Francis Spitieri.
You have appeared here today in answer to a Notice to Appear
in the name of John Francis Spitieri.
You are in fact
John Francis Spitieri, are you not?
Um, excuse me, Your Honor,
I've mentioned to these people a couple of times before
that I'm currently suffering
from a very bad case of "amnesteeshia."
I warn you, Mr. Spitieri, if you fail
to answer the questions of this commission,
you will be committed to prison and held there indefinitely
until you purge your contempt.
-JIHAD: No! -[CROWD GASP]
-[CROWD MURMURING] -Uh, Johnny is a good guy.
He always look after mates.
You cannot put him in prison for look after mates.
This is... this is un-Australian.
-[SIGHS] -[CROWD MURMURING]
JOHNNY: Yeah.
Madam Commissioner, if I may intervene briefly.
I think I may be able to perhaps save us all some time here.
May I ask the witness several brief questions?
FOSTER: Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Hamblin.
Thank you, Ma'am. Mr. Spitieri,
on Monday this week you took part in an interview
with Detective Senior Sergeant Peter Millard
of the Major Crimes Squad in which you fully acknowledged
that you did indeed plan that robbery,
in concert with the recently deceased underworld figure
-Charles "Chicka" Martin. -No. No, I never...
HAMBLIN: And you provided Detective Millard
with this document.
A full and comprehensive written statement
in which you detail your involvement with the crime.
Didn't you?
That robbery's more than 20 years ago, mate.
No one's got a memory that goes back that long.
I'm not asking you about 20 years ago, witness.
I'm asking you about Monday this week.
-Which Monday? -On Monday this week,
you signed a full confession to that robbery, didn't you?
-Didn't you? -JOHNNY: Well...
HAMBLIN: Well, what? You either did or you didn't.
It's a simple question, witness, surely.
The writing on that, mate, is too small. I can't read--
HAMBLIN: No, no, Mr. Spitieri.
No one is asking you to read anything.
We just want you to answer the question.
Did you or did you not, earlier this week,
make a full and frank confession
to Detective Millard of the whole affair?
Detective who?
Madam Commissioner, I tender an eight-page police statement
bearing the witness's signature on the bottom of each page,
detailing his involvement in the robbery.
Mr. Spitieri, did you sign that statement?
Witness?
-Yeah, well, I didn't want to. -[CROWD MURMURING]
But you did, didn't you, witness?
That is your signature, isn't it?
Yes.
Oh, we're totally fucked.
HAMBLIN: Thank you. [CLEARS THROAT]
But I was set up, Your Honor.
Oh, set up? I see.
Set up to sign a written police statement eight times.
And precisely, tell me, how did that happen?
-Arne Deviers. -[HAMBLIN SCOFFS]
Witness, I put it to you that that
is complete and utter nonsense.
JOHNNY: No, it's not. It's true.
HAMBLIN: It is an outrageous and scurrilous lie,
Mr. Spitieri. Just like all the other blatant lies
you've been telling throughout these proceedings.
Well, I can fuckin' prove it, mate.
-[FOSTER CLEARS THROAT] -Oh. I'm...
I'm sorry, Your Honor. Pardon for the language.
Yeah.
-I signed my name, didn't I? -Yes, yes, we know that.
You signed your name eight times,
admitting your full complicity
in a conspiracy to commit armed robbery.
Not on the statement.
-[♪♪♪] -[SCREAMS]
Oh, fuckin'...
Yeah.
Hey, don't! Oh, fuckin'-- Hey!
ARNE: You keep climbing out windows
to escape police custody, Johnny.
One day you're gonna slip and fall.
[SCREAMING]
Yeah, while I was hanging out there and that,
upside down, I signed me name.
[CROWD MURMURING]
On the wall.
[♪♪♪]
Well, that don't sound real good, Your Honor, does it?
I reckon you wanna get somebody to go take a look at that.
What do you reckon?
[CHERRY-PICKER WHIRRING]
Get Forensics up here straightaway.
I want this photographed and fingerprinted right now.
[CHERRY-PICKER WHIRRING]
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Millard's rolled over
and provided a full statement to the Commission.
So, Mr. Deviers will be charged with attempted murder
and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.
Now, in the circumstances we no longer require
your client's evidence regarding the robbery.
We have all we need on Mr. Deviers. So, um...
thank you, Mr. Spitieri, for your assistance.
-Your client is free to go. -Oh, thank you.
-Excuse me? Um... -Yes.
What about my expenses?
Like, who's gonna pay for my bus fare and that?
[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
Yes, the wheels of justice has taken its course.
Thank to me, Ari, Ari Sahni.
Reasonable doubt for a reasonable price.
-Let's go. -[REPORTERS CLAMORING]
CELEBRANT: I pledge my loyalty to Australia and its people.
CANDIDATES: I pledge my loyalty to Australia and its people.
Whose democratic beliefs I share...
CANDIDATES: Whose democratic beliefs I share...
CELEBRANT: Whose rights and liberties I respect...
CANDIDATES: Whose rights and liberties I respect...
CELEBRANT: Whose laws I uphold and obey.
CANDIDATES: Whose laws I uphold and obey.
-Yeah, go on. -CELEBRANT: Well done
and congratulations to you all.
I'm sure you're all very proud
to now be fully-fledged citizens of Australia.
-Fuck yeah! -[CROWD CHEERS]
[CHEERS] Congratulations!
[CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING]
[♪♪♪]
-Mate. -JIHAD: Johnny.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Cheers, mate.
-Congratulations. -Thank you, thank you.
-Cheers, cheers. -CROWD: Cheers.
-Habibi! -Habibti.
You don't need glasses?
-What for, mate? -[CHUCKLES]
-Cheers. -Cheers, mate.
-Mr. Johnny. -Mm?
Uh, you have to dance.
Oh, no, I can't dance for shit, mate.
-No, no, no, no. -Bullshit.
-You are best dancer. -I'm not good, mate.
Come, come, come. I teach you. Come.
Here, here, here.
You do like this. Like this.
Yes? Easy.
Yep. Yep. Yep. Now give me this.
-Hey, mate. -This.
Look. Yes. Yes. Shake it.
Shake it. Shake.
Beautiful, Johnny.
[TRILLING]
[CROWD LAUGHING, CHATTERING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
["SECURITY" BY AMYL AND THE SNIFFERS PLAYS]
♪ You looked at normies Different to me ♪
♪ You looked at them With trust ♪
♪ I looked at normies Different to you ♪
♪ 'Cause you looked at them With lust ♪
♪ I see them lurking From all of the angles ♪
♪ The egos say they can prey ♪
♪ You liked the colors And the patterns I'm wearing ♪
♪ Poison you Like the exotic snake ♪
♪ I'm not looking for trouble I'm looking for love ♪
♪ I'm looking for love ♪
♪ Will you let me In your hard heart? ♪
♪ I swear I'm not that drunk ♪
♪ Will you let me Into your pub? ♪
[♪♪♪]
[PIANO NOTES PLAY]
["SHAKE 'N' ROLL" BY THE VERNONS PLAYS]
♪ Everybody go and take To the floor ♪
♪ Wanna see you shake Wanna see you roll ♪
♪ I wanna see your faces I wanna see them scream ♪
♪ Grab the kings and aces Where in your dreams ♪
♪ We can hear you cry Watching as you weep ♪
♪ Gonna make you high And get you on your feet ♪
♪ Now I know ♪
♪ That we don't care ♪
♪ You don't see, ow! ♪
♪ Everybody go and take To the floor ♪
♪ Wanna see you shake Wanna see you roll ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh, we don't care ♪
♪ Well, you're gonna see Us shake and roll ♪
["ENOUGH'S ENOUGH" BY THE VERNONS PLAYS]
♪ D'you see her walk Walk all over me? ♪
♪ D'you see her talk Disrespectfully ♪
♪ We don't See things eye to eye ♪
♪ 'Cause she's blinded By her spite and her greed ♪
♪ Don't ask me to walk a mile ♪
♪ 'Cause that walk Ain't worth my while ♪
♪ I sure thought We were once in love ♪
♪ But now I know for certain ♪
♪ Enough's enough ♪
♪ Oh, enough's enough... ♪
JOHNNY: Mm, thank you.