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I hear you got a
certain commodity to sell.

Number four Chinese white heroin.

95% pure.

I can help.

Well, at that point
you're importing a product

if you can't get it to market.

You want me me advise, son?

Go back to New Zealand.

I plan to bring in 1,500 kilos a year.

Don't ever stiff me, Terry.

I'll bury under an orange tree.

How come certain families
around here are building

jazzy new homes for cash?

Can you answer that, Bob Trimbole?

You ever mention my family
again, I'll fucking kill you.

There's an Italian going
round town looking for hit man.

Who's the target?

He doesn't know.

That's what I call useless information.

Who is that loud enough back there?

Just a pest.

I'm dealing with him.

Where is he now?

Bedford.

Fred put him through a meat grinder.

It's a jungle out there.

Here, love.

Do you know how much
trouble you've caused?

You fat fucking daygo.

No call for language, Malcolm.

Fuck me! You could have
not have picked a worst guy

if you tried, Don Mackay.

I don't know nothing about it.

And setting me up as your alibi.

How about an nice cappuccino?

I don't want a cappu-fucking-ccino!

I want an explanation!

So do the boys in town. And
they're not happy, mate.

Now, worst comes the worse, I arrest you

and I deny everything.

Six months time no one
will even remember his name.

Yeah?

Hey, Franco!

What news?

You tell Ray Chuck I'd
be thrilled to meet him.

The wife of Griffith businessman,
an anti-drug campaigner

and Mr. Don Mackay believed
her husband is dead.

But she said yesterday she did
not know who would've wanted

to kill him.

Mr. Mackay has been
missing since Friday night.

Could this be our man?

The mystery Italian's
mystery Aussie hitman.

Stretching the logic a bit, isn't it, sir?

How many contract
killings occur in Australia

in any one year?

Sir, I've got the
chief of city detectives

on the line.

Detective Bill Allen.

Joe Messina, Victoria Major Crimes.

Bill, thanks for taking my call.

What can I do for you, Joe?

The Mackay case in
Griffith, we have information,

Italian interest.

We're scouting for a shooter in Melbourne.

I was wondering if there's any connection.

Talking hard evidence, are we?

More rumor to be honest.

No names, certainly.

Yeah, thanks for your
interest, Joe, but we've got that

well in hand.

I've sent a handpicked
homicide team down to Griffith.

Cheerio.

Cheerio.

Detective
Sergeant Phil De La Salle

was absolutely thrilled
when they handed him

the Mackay case.

He'd never headed up a
murder inquiry before.

72 hours after the shots were
fired, he drove into Griffith

bright-eyed, bushy tailed,
bursting with confidence.

Those look like drag marks.

Looks like murder, boss.

Murder requires a body, Warwick.

Until such time as we have a
body, or the coroner tells us

otherwise, this is a disappearance.

Then we have to assume foul play.

Let's not make reckless accusations.

Whole world's watching, Warwick.

Phil, is it?

Malcolm Paris.

Mobbs.

What's your reading, Malcolm?

I reckon it's all a bit suss.

Something doesn't smell right.

Well, because there's no body.

Well, there's no body, take
a look at the blood spray,

the strategically placed shells.

I'm no forensics expert, but
I reckon it all looks a bit

staged.

Like someone's trying to
convince us that Mackay's dead.

If you know what I mean.

So, why would he disappear?

Did he have money worries?
Did he have marital problems?

Oh he doesn't, mate?

Was he a friend of yours, Malcolm?

Me and Don had a lot of
respect for each other, yeah.

Don have any enemies?

A lot of people hate politicians.

You're not wrong, Warwick.

A few weeks ago, bloke
called Bob Trimbole actually

threatened to kill him.

Jonah.

Ray Bennett.

Also go by the name of Ray Chuck.

I thought you were supposed
to be in Stir in Pommyland.

I was. Now I'm back.

Ray Chuck. The
armed robber's armed robber.

He'd learned his trade at
the feet of the masters:

London's notorious Wembley Gang.

We got a job on, Bob.

We need to move a large
amount of cash overseas.

Now Frank here says
you've got ways and means.

How large?

Could be huge.

Millions.

Where do you want to shift it to?

Philippines.

You know it?

Oh, shouldn't be a problem.

Place is a wash with Aussie dollars.

We could use a legit route
and use a shopfront bank

like the Bank of Cyprus,
or we could move it through

a solicitor's trust fund,
that's tried and true.

But I reckon simple is the best.

Why don't we just walk
the money in suitcases

onto a cargo boat.

Boat docks and Manila,
cases are walked off again,

road truck's there to
collect and Bob's your uncle.

No. Fuck that.

The Wolves are controlled
by Brian and Les fucking Cain

and their mates.

Now I've got no intention,
none whatsoever,

of cutting those greedy bastards in.

Understand?

Fair enough, but I'm talking
A&L Sydney, not Melbourne.

The boats from there do the
Philippines run regular.

Our fee is 8% of the takings.

Gentlemen.

What's the job?

Bob, manners.

Where the bloody hell have you been?

This thing in Griffith, any
chance the cops will trace it

back to you?

What do you think I
am, an amateur like you?

Bob, why'd you have to kill him?

Ah, it's an example to any
other clam who thinks about

giving us any grief.

If they do look into it,
Bob, what they going to find?

Relax, kid. Nobody knows.

They're going to find me.

I said relax.

Here.

Buy yourself a lolly.

Girls.

Hair of the dog.

And using the bush telegraph, Brian?

Read Donald Bruce Mackay?

Well, I'm told the brass
aren't too keen on making

an arrest.

That's why they've sent
supercop to Griffith.

That is if you can find the joint.

By the way, your Kiwi buddy,
Greg Ollard, he's moonlighting.

Mate, he wouldn't dare stuff me.

And I caught an agent on my
payroll's been tailing him.

He's setting up his own supply line.

He just got off a flight from Bangkok.

What do you think he was
doing up there, Philip?

Ping pong championships.

See ya, ladies.

He said he was on holiday in Barley.

Yeah, well, he's got to
be planning to undercut us.

otherwise he wouldn't
have kept it a secret.

I'll handle Greg.

Terry's old prison
buddy, Ollard was his key

heroin distributor in Sydney.

Everyone was making big money.

But greedy Greg wanted more.

Greedy, stupid Greg.

Only a stupid man cheated Terry Clark.

Greg.

What's up, chief?

How long have we been mates?

Well, I don't know.

Back in Stir, '74.

What have I done, Greg?

Why don't you love me anymore?

What do you mean?

I know about Bangkok.

Setting up your own supply.

Look, Terry-

Why would you do that?

Go behind my back.

Betray me.

- I just thought-
- I know what you thought.

You thought you'd steal my customers.

Undercut me.

Send me broke. That's what you thought

Mate, no, no, no, no, no.

It was just a spur of the moment.

Just stupid piece of insanity.

I mean, where am I going
to find Chinese white, huh?

You're the only guy that
customers want to deal with.

I've got nothing to worry about?

Mate, not a thing.

Not a thing.

I can count on your loyalty?

Cross my heart, and hope to die.

You scared me, man.

Make me a drink.

It was the drug people.

Had to be.

That's not what you said
to the press though, Barbara.

Because I'm terrified
of them. That's why.

If they come after me
what happens to my family?

Don spoke out against
them every chance he got.

That's the way to make
enemies around here.

Is it possible he walked
out on you and he made it

look like a murder?

No.

But is it impossible
that he was involved

with another woman?

I knew my husband.

He was the most decent man I've ever met.

If you make accusations
against my family,

I will F-ing kill you.

Did you say that to him?

Something like that.

Strong words.

Did you mean it?

Of course I didn't.

I was head up.

You threatened to kill
a man who's now missing.

Possibly dead.

Okay.

Where were you Friday
night from 6:00 onwards?

I was having a business
dinner with associates

at La Scarla; it's an Italian
restaurant here in town.

Okay, can you give me some names?

Sure.

Malcolm Paris was there.

Country town, Warwick.

Everybody knows everybody.

Do you grow pot, Mr. Trimbole?

Now, you wouldn't be asking
me that if I was Mr. Jones,

would you?

You're welcome to search my place.

I've got nothing to hide.

I've never been in trouble
with the law in me life.

Are we finished?

'Cause I'm rated.

Pizza night at the Coronation Club, mate.

Malcolm will give you the jig.

Got a bit worked up there, matey.

Talk to Mackay's bank first thing.

You take Malcolm with us, I
doubt we'll need a warrant.

What do you make of him?

Malcolm?

Well, he and Trimbole
are a little too close

with each other for mind.

Okay, so what's the population?

12,000, 15,000?

Of course they know each other.

What's the first thing a good
copper does when he moves

to a new town, Warwick?

Shakes everybody's hand.

Yeah, this is Griffith, Phil.

Bloody heartland of the cannabis industry.

Coppers take money to look
the other way. You know that.

What are you saying?

Malcolm's involved in
Mackay's disappearance?

Or murder. Maybe.

I don't know, but I
don't bloody trust him.

Who was it that pointed us to Trimbole?

Well, since he's Trimbole's
alibi, maybe he thought

it was worth the risk.

Listen mate, we weren't sent
here to take on the coppers.

Got it?

Hello, Ray.

Long time, no see.

Hey, thought I want you to
put your roots down, mate.

Yourself a Pommy bastard.

What brings you boys
all the way out to Kiwi?

Jungle drums are beaten, mate.

Booga-booga. Booga-booga.

Ray Chuck's got a job on.

It's a good thing you haven't
lost your work ethic, Ray.

Sorry, boys, I got nothing on.

In fact, I'm going back to the Wolves.

We don't need to know what the job is.

In fact, we don't care, mate.

We don't.

But what you got to remember,
Ray, is nothing's changed.

So, if you want our ticket of approval.

Ray, you want our
ticket of approval, mate.

We get a big drink out of it.

I didn't do hard time over there

to come home and get butt fucked.

Yeah?

Okay, Ray.

Pit bulls.
Born and bred to fight.

They sink their teeth in
and hang on like grim death

until the last drop of blood was spilled.

And pretty soon, the
blood would start flowing.

Chris Flannery and Laurie Prendergast.

Identical twins.

Except they weren't blood related.

Anyway, they loved each
other like brothers,

which means they fought like cat and dog,

and never missed a chance
to hang shit on each other.

Listen, getting a few heads
together for a job coming up.

I put your name forward
and he's interested.

- Who?
- Ray Chuck.

- Ray Chuck?
- Yeah.

- You're pulling my leg.
- No. Deadly serious, mate.

See you.

Vinnie Mickelson, wasn't it?

What did he want?

Nothing.

He's got a job on, hasn't he?

Ray Chuck.

Talk to me, Laurie you

27,

28,

29.

Come on, ladies.

Now down. 10 pushups.

One, two, three, four.

Come on! Five, six,
seven, eight, nine, 10.

Take a break, ladies.

Well done.

Hey, hey!

No smoking.

We need fitness if we're
going to get this job done.

Okay?

Give us a hint, Ray.

Bank payroll, armored car, what?

You'll know when you need to know.

Hey, fellas.

Ray.

Flannery, what are you doing here?

Thought I could lend the hand.

Wheel man, second gun, whatever.

I'll do anything, mate.

Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.

We're just getting ourselves fit.

Yeah?

I'm already fit, mate.

Everyone says you're a psycho.

I'll let their mother know
when I get home then, will I?

Come on, eh.

Can't have too many psychos
on the team now, can you?

All right. Come on.

Hi, I'm Chris Flannery. How are you?

Hey. Chris Flannery.

How you doing?
- Good, mate.

Now, job day.

So, three of you Fat fat
bastards won't make it.

Which three?

Who's up to it? Who's not?

Four!

Don was supposed to
go to Jerilderie to see

a Mr. Adams about furnishing a house,

except a family friend
died suddenly and he had to

help with the funeral.

I took my father-in-law
along for the drive.

We went and Don's Fairlane.

Very comfortable touring
car, the Fairlane.

Anyway, we did see a bloke
in a white Ford sedan

parked nearby.

I reckon there never was a Mr. Adams.

I think it was the murderer.

That's who the bloke
in the white Ford was.

We don't know it's a murder.

It was a murder. Believe me.

I know Don Mackay. You don't?

Okay.

Are you sure it was a Ford?

Yeah, it had the 4.1 badges
on the front mud guard.

Registration number?

Sorry.

But I'd recognize the bloke, the driver.

Description?

I reckon the bloke was mid 40s.

He was wearing a suit.

- Suit?
- Yeah, a suit.

He was clean shaven,
around 5'7", dark hair.

That's it.

Ever heard of a hit man
walking into a country

town wearing a bag of fruit?

I think we should shoot
over there, see if we can

find ourselves a witness.

Jerilderie's a three hour drive, mate,

you'd have to overnight it.

I'm game. Boss?

Anytime you like.

I'll go along, Phil.

Keep the lad on the straight and narrow.

Why not? That's the way
to investigate a homicide.

Ruling out suspects, Warwick.

Skip, a Mr. Forrester
on the phone for you.

He's got some information on Friday night.

I'm driving into town this way, right.

As I approached the bend,
I noticed a car coming

the other way.

White Ford Fairmont.

- What? Coming from Griffith?
- Yeah.

And just as I get to it, this
other car comes screaming up

behind it.

Pulls out right in front
of me and overtakes.

Did you get the make and the model?

EJ Holden. Green with a white roof.

Constable, I want you to
place an alert on a green

EJ Holden with a white roof.

Car leaving Griffith on
Hillston Road at high speed

between 6:30 and 7:00 Friday night.

No worries, skip.

And I want you to place an
advert in every local paper

within 100 miles

Pooling for information.

You write it, I'll place it.

Detective Inspector
Messina. Victoria Police.

Bill Allen, please.

He's expecting you, is he, sir?

No, but he'll get over the shock.

Assuming this mystery
Italian is connected to Mackay,

how is that a Victoria Police matter?

The conspiracy to murder
may have occurred in Victoria.

At this stage, we are
just talking disappearance.

Perhaps engineered by Mackay himself.

No one's talking murder.

Crooks knocking off crooks is one thing;

killing politicians, we can't
allow that, can we, Bill?

Police across the country have
to draw a line in the sand.

I'm late for a meeting.

With campus, dozens of
people who live and work around

the Jerilderie post office and
motel, and we couldn't find

a soul who remembers
seeing the killers Ford.

Now we're convinced
he's the killer, are we?

I'm talking about Bruce Pursehouse.

Dozens?

Jerilderie's a red bloody herring.

We barely interviewed anyone.

He had it all worked out.

He does not want find the
guy in the white Ford.

Terry Clark was
making money, hand over fist.

He bought himself a posh
Sydney waterfront property

for $150,000, paid in cash.

But it was small beer.

He wanted the world.

Which meant taking on more couriers.

Reckless fools like Harry
Lewis, known as Pommy.

Harry, let's step outside.

Great place, dude.

Yeah, very classy, Till.

What, did you buy it for cash?

- Are you ready for tomorrow?
- Absolutely, mate.

Yeah.

We know what to do.

Buy yourself another one next week.

Don't ever do a run when you're drunk,

or stoned or hungover.

Now go home and get some sleep.

Okay.

How are things in Singapore?

They're good.

Monty behaving himself?

Sure.

Keep an on him for me.

Okay.

Can you go look after my shit?

Yeah.

Surprised to see your pal, Greg, here.

He's undercutting us.

Using our bloody network
to sell his bloody gear.

Me, I'd set an example.

Prove to me you're not
just another Kiwi wanker.

- How you doing?
- Fine.

What's with you?

- Greg.
- Greg?

You know what he calls you.

A poser.

How can you be mates with him?

It's obvious you're not happy.

Mate, I'm as happy as the pig in shit.

No, let's be honest.

It's not working.

You're better off trying to
run your own outfit, Greg.

Rather a too, I say there was 100% happy.

Not just 90%.

This is what I'm thinking:
pay you what I owe you,

plus a few extras.

We'll shake hands.

Part as friends.

What do he say?

What extras?

How's a brand new car sound?

Plus a bag of your
favorite scag is a bonus.

I could live with that.

Lennie McPherson?

I am he.

Phil Scott.

I rang you.

A lot of people ring me.

About buying a gun.

Now, what do you want a gun for, Scotty?

- There's this bloke-
- Don't go around

telling everybody, you nitwit.

Just give me the cash.

Lennie, can you show me how to use it?

Point and shoot, Scotty.

Point and shoot.

Terrence John Clark felt
the weight of the cold steel

in his hand.

Knowing that it would soon grow hot.

Today, a man must die.

Whenever Terry
Clark brought merchandise

into the country, he did what
lots of other businessmen do:

he warehoused it.

Except Terry's warehouse
was Ku-ring-gai Chase.

An entire national park north of Sydney.

See the problem with the
280Z, it's heavier than the 260,

and much, much heavier than the 240Z.

That's why I want to get the 240.

Better power to weight ratio.

- Japanese crap.
- What?

Be a man. Get a Jag.

This is it.

Here?

Dig right here.

There?

Come on, Greg.

Yeah, I'm getting there.

Help yourself to as many
as you think you deserve.

You're the best, Till.

I mean that.

You really are a greedy
bastard, aren't you?

♪ I see that grin, love ♪

♪ Up on your face ♪

♪ You got your trouble, I got mine ♪

♪ You found somebody
else to take my place ♪

♪ You got problems ♪

♪ And I've got mine ♪

♪ I too have lost my love today ♪

♪ All my dreams have gone away ♪

♪ I'm just like you,
I sit and wonder why ♪

♪ You got your troubles, and I got mine ♪

You don't like it?

No, it's lovely.

Did I overcook it?

No. Thanks.

What exactly were you doing today?

I was helping Greg pack up his things.

He's going to hitchhike to
London or some hubby bullshit.

Good riddance.

Can't we afford wine in bottles?

Cold beer, or is that not allowed?

Not allowed and not
required, Mr. Trimbole.

You a collector?

Oh, me and a mate supply
pinball machines all through

the Riverina.

It's a good look.

Did you organize, facilitate
or participate in the murder

of Donald Bruce Mackay?

On my mother's eyes, I did not.

Well, your alibi for
Friday night's a bit too good

to be true, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Well, you even organized for
a local copper to be there.

I often entertain business
people from the district.

Right.

Malcolm Paris is not a businessman.

Well, I like to maintain
good relationships

with the local constabulary.

I'd be mad if I didn't.

Do you mind if I imbibe?

Sure.

Sandwich wouldn't be
breaking the rules, surely.

Help yourself.

I will learn the truth.

Know that, Mr. Trimbole.

Enjoy your lunch.

Hey listen, can I give you a call back?

All right. See you later.

Hey,

do you take money, Malcolm?

If I got a warrant to
access your bank accounts,

what would I find?

Tell my mates it's no
accident the cannabis industry

around here's is out of control.

You've been looking the other
way for a long time now.

It's not just you, I know that.

Even this bloody building's
got a smell about it,

doesn't it?

Dry right.

And garlic.

Listen, mate, if you
tell me the whole story,

I will move heaven and
earth to protect you.

If you're thinking of
turning this into some kind of

witch hunt, I wouldn't recommend it, Phil.

The boys up in Sydney would not be happy.

I want to thank you gentlemen
for putting your hands up

for this job.

As you know, we only need six men.

As a show of my appreciation
for your efforts,

the unlucky ones get a 10
grand sweetener when it's done.

Sput, champ, you're not required.

Stanley. Sorry, mate.

Chris, same goes for you.

I'll see you round, boys.

Now listen, if you want that
10 grand, keep your mouth shut.

Oy.

You out of your fucking head, Chuck?

I'm the fittest of the bunch.

You said it yourself,
Chris, you're a psycho.

I can't afford a psycho.

Shit, Ray.

You didn't tell me there was
going to be a floor show.

Want to see a floor show?

Be at the Victorian Club on Tuesday.

That's huge.

Plum just waiting to be picked.

After every major race meeting,
the bookies get together

for drinks to settle up
with the major punters.

Here, in the Victorian Club settling room,

just before noon, the
armor guard van arrives

with a stack of steel crates
full of bookie's cash bags.

Now those cash bags are
taken upstairs under guard

to this security room here.

It takes approximately 60
seconds for the guards to get

from the lifts to the
door of the security room.

Now, that's when we hit

How much cash are we
talking about, you reckon?

Could be up to a couple of million.

Well?

Estimates start at 1.5, sir.

Where do they stop?

Oh, could go as high as 12.

$12 million.

All over in 11 minutes.
Not a shot fired.

Talk about military precision.

Who do we know that's smart
enough to pull off a job

like this?

Who was it? Who was it?

Ray Chuck.

Of course it wasn't Ray
Chuck, he wouldn't fucking dare.

Read it.

It was Chuck.

I know for a fact.

Fucking what?

Ray Chuck.

Fuck you!

Fuck Ray Chuck.

He's a fucking dead man.

Fucking dead man walking.

♪ Going to the casino ♪

Morning.

Seen the papers?

Police investigating the
disappearance of Griffith

businessman.

Donald Bruce Mackay, are
inquiring into a suggestion

that he received a hoax.

Telephone call to meet a customer.

At Jerilderie.

At 10:30 PM.

On Tuesday, 12th of July.

On Tuesday, the 12th of July.

How did they mix up AM and PM?

Yeah, look, I don't think
anyone will be put off

with a simple typo, Warwick.

I don't think you've got
too much to worry about.

Do you?

And there's good news.

I always like to share it around.

G'day, Mal.

What news in the bush?

Relax, Baz.

Everything's sweet.

Bonus for you and the boys.

♪ Can't help myself ♪

♪ Bad habits ♪

♪ I'm running wild ♪

♪ Lost control ♪

♪ And it's a shame to think ♪

♪ That a boy like me ♪

♪ Has got so many bad habits ♪

♪ Well, I'm off the rails ♪

♪ My resistance fails ♪

♪ Temptation's got a hold on me ♪

He's new to the team

Barry, Trevor.

Trevor, have a sandwich.

I'll talk to you later.

Welcome on, mate.

♪ Bad habits ♪

♪ Well, it just ain't right ♪

♪ That it's something I can't fight ♪

♪ I can't stop going out and having fun ♪

♪ Well, I tried to be good ♪

♪ But I knew I never could ♪

♪ 'Cause I've got more
bad habits than anyone ♪

♪ When I get the urge ♪

♪ I just got to splurge ♪

♪ I'm a slave to all my desires ♪

♪ Well, I'm in a mess ♪

♪ Because I can't repress ♪

♪ All of these bad habits ♪
- Come in.

Sandwich, Bill.

With all the trimmings?

Please.

No one will ever
know how much the great

boogie rubbery netted.

But it was enough to grease
a whole lot of palms.

Mrs. Barbara Mackay said
her husband had no enemies.

She said he had a lot of friends.

The things he did were
things to help people.

You're going straight to hell, Bob.

Oh.

I wonder if they do
room service in this dump.

Listen to this, the only
persons who had reasons

to fear him were those who
were threatened by his efforts

to do something about
the growing of marijuana.

Get rid of one pest,
another pest sticks a head up.

You alright?

G'day, teach. Come in.

Bob Jones

So, I can trust these
babies that you're keeping?

Sweet.

Big drink in it for you
and your mates if they get

to Manila safely.

Ray Chuck will be
there to meet you, okay.

Horry?

Both dogs died in agony.

Someone had fed them poison bites.

You bloody bastards!

It was them.

The Kaliambli people.

Same ones who killed Don.

Punishing me for talking to the press.

All the Kaliambli men
had alibis on the night

that he was killed.

We checked every last
one of them, Barbara.

You're never going
to solve this, are you?

I'll get you a cup of tea.

I won't stop 'til I get them.

I don't care how long it takes.

Even if Phil De
La Salle had been competent,

it wouldn't have mattered.

The police investigation
was doomed from the start.

After all, this was New South Wales.

You were right.

Fix was in all along.

I used to think being
handpicked was a good thing.

We're not going to do
this forever, are we?

What?

The business.

You're not going to jail?

I'm never going back to jail.

Good.

'Cause I missed my period.

I never miss my period.

You're going to be a good dad, Terry.

French plonk again.

What's wrong with the local drop?

We're toasting fatherhood.

How much did you make
from the boogie robbery?

Why?

I don't like you branching out.

I want you to concentrate in our business.

You're not my boss, son.

You're my partner.

Junior partner.

The junior partner is you.

I got a prezi for you too.

Filipino porn.

We send them cash, they send back porno.

There's something in there for everyone.

Even a sheep shaggin' wanker like you.

Bob, I'll have you
know I'm a family man.

The age of Aquarius was dead.

The age of hard drugs was dawning.

Aussie Bob and Kiwi
Terry were on their way.

Each had killed to protect his business.

Both would kill again.