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You've been walking
around here for years

with your hands out.

Them blokes with balls do all the yakking.

You and your thick head
brother are fucking dead.

No!

Let us help you.

I know this is hard,
but you have to tell us

what's happened to Les,

what you know.

I told you he's gonna be home soon.

You and Terry.

Hey, I want us to be friends.

Yeah, sure.

Interested in increasing your workload?

Yes sure, mate, sounds great.

How much?
- Yeah.

This'll fool him.

Watch.

Where did you find a guy
who can modify a suitcase?

This baby is
gonna make me a fortune.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Witness protection programs

didn't exist in the late 70s.

So when Judi Kane agreed to testify

against her husband's killers,

my mum was given the job of minding her.

♪ Two men looked out through bars ♪

♪ One saw mud, the other stars ♪

♪ I think with eyes like ours ♪

♪ There are stars and mud ♪

♪ And what could the lover do ♪

♪ But fix his downcast eyes on you ♪

♪ Wanting to fix you too ♪

♪ And show you how to sing ♪

♪ Maybe there's nothing more ♪

♪ To feeling than getting sore ♪

♪ But I'm willing to hurt you more ♪

♪ To show you what I need ♪

♪ What I need, I mean ♪

♪ Do I need to be meaning to you ♪

♪ As something to destroy ♪

♪ Or so it seems, your
dreams something screams ♪

♪ Something dumb and cursory like jewels ♪

Emotional scenes
today of the Supreme Court

as the wife of criminal
identity Les Kane took the stand

to give her account of her
husband's alleged murder.

Mrs. Kane told of her
terror and returning home

to find three gunmen in her bedroom,

one of whom she identified
as Raymond Chuck.

Under questioning, Mrs.
Kane admitted her husband

was still breathing when she last saw him.

Defense counsel then asked her,

how then did you know that
your husband was dead?

To which an emotional Judi Kane replied,

"Because i spent a whole
day cleaning up his blood."

That's enough TV.

Where's Mummy?

Mum's just having a
little lie down, love.

Come on, mate, let's go outside

and see if we can play some footy, eh?

You wanna?

Alrighty.

Do you remember where the footy is? Huh?

- No.
- No?

Well, let's see if we can find it, hey?

This prick killed my fucking brother.

I know, boy, he's just,
he's well placed in there.

You trying to tell me
you can't find one taker?

I'm looking, Bri.

I'm still looking, all right?

I'll double the money, hmm?

He's got a lotta mates.

Then find me someone who's willing

to knock his mates as well.

Fuck off, dickhead.

Eh, what? My toe not big enough, eh?

You want something
bigger up there, do you?

Don't come near me.

Good day, Ray, how's it going?

I hear you decked Laurie
Prendergast in the showers.

Is that who he was?

If you didn't even know who he was,

why'd you do it, Chopper?

I dunno. I just did.

So you're telling me,
no one put you up to it?

I swear to fucking God, Ray.

I just didn't like the look
of his head, that's all.

You know he's a mate of mine?

I do now.

Oh shit, If I'd've known he was a mate,

I would've left it alone.

You're gonna have to apologize, Chop.

Bullshit.

I'm telling you to shake
his hand and say sorry.

If you say so, Ray.

Notorious
standover man Chopper Read

ran Pentridge with a
mix of muscle and humor.

While Ray Chuck had Chopper's
friendship and respect,

he was untouchable.

I was wondering, Liz,

do I have to be there for the verdict?

Whether you attend or not is up to you.

People do go usually.

I've seen 'em on the news.

I just feel so guilty,
like I should care more.

Just because you don't go to court

for the verdict doesn't
mean you don't care, Judi.

One day the kids will ask
me, were you there, Mum?

And you can say that you
were there when it counted.

You testified.

But now that he's
gone, I keep wondering,

does it really matter what happens

to the men who killed him?

I mean, is it worth all the heartache?

Listen, the trial's gonna
be over in a few days,

then you can leave all this behind you.

Start fresh.

Do you really think that

this is all gonna end with the trial?

Truthfully?

♪ And then lose my thoughts ♪

♪ And then I lose them free ♪

♪ And all I need ♪

♪ And then I lose my way ♪

♪ And then I found a
place where I feel low ♪

♪ And then I sell myself ♪

♪ And then I sell my soul ♪

♪ How's my home ♪

♪ And then I sell my sky ♪

♪ And then I sell the stars are so ♪

♪ So emotional ♪

♪ So emotional ♪

Wakey wakey, Doug.

Ah, hey, Tel.

Your front door is wide open, Doug.

I didn't expect you.

You invited me for dinner, last week.

Remember?

You need to walk that animal more often.

Wayne, you shit for brains.

They're endangering us.

I understand how important it is.

And what do you think I should do?

Well, you always said you trusted Doug.

I do trust Doug,

but the old Doug.

As for that ex-boyfriend of yours,

I should've shot that
shitbag six months ago.

Please, Terry, don't hurt Wayne.

I feel responsible for him.

No one is responsible for junkies.

They do it to themselves.

He's not like that.

Before I met you, he was fine.

So he blames me for this?

No.

Is that right?

Because if that's right, he
needs shutting up right now.

Doesn't he deserves a second chance,

something, like a warning
to clean up his act?

Fine. Have a little chat to Wayne.

But if that doesn't work,

I know one sure way to
get him off the smack.

Well now, boy, how's that there?

Why don't you whack it down there?

It'd be easier to see.

You can't see Jim, huh?

Your vision gone a bit blurry
in your old age, has it?

Probably all the blood that's
settled in your fucking arse.

These are my chips.

Kid really fucking mumbles.

Hey, Brian.

That's a nice TV, Brian.

Present for my fellow patrons.

Got a receipt for that?

You here to give me
the shits about a TV,

are you, detective?

I just had a chat with a mate of mine

who's working with the
prosecution on the Chuck case.

Some bloke who reckons that he's seen Les

up in Noosa, bloody soaking up the sun.

Judi was there when
they fucking shot him.

I know, mate. But there's no body.

And now there's bloke
who reckons he's alive.

Oh, my mate reckons

that the prosecution
are dead in the water.

I mean, this is a bloke
who's threatened police.

He's threatened me personally,

and now he's about to walk free.

Same again.

Please, I already pay.

No! No!

Now if you'd already
paid, we wouldn't be here.

I pay La Famiglia, please.

I can't pay twice.

Ah, isn't that a lovely
picture of the Parthenon, boy?

It's the Colosseum.

It was the Colosseum.

- That's 100.
- Ta.

You happy, boy? Job
well done and that, eh?

I'm doing cartwheels.

Good.

So I hear Ray Chuck's a dead cert to walk

and I just wanna let you know,

you know, that I'm available, boy.

I'm ready to go.

You wanna knock Ray Chuck, do you?

There's a lot of blokes
willing to backup for Les, right?

What I'm offering you here today, Brian,

is a completely professional service.

We're completely professional.

How much?

30 G'd cover it?

I'd do it for 20. For
you, I'd do it for 20.

Oh, you drive a hard bargain.

You just gonna leave
down there, boy, hey?

What do you reckon?

I'll let you know.

Hey, Brian?

Gimme a call, yeah?

Got my number? Yeah?

So you asked him?

I didn't have to, he asked me.

Said I was the only man for the job.

Bloody hell.

Chap like Ray Chuck.

You'd be looking at
top rates for that, eh?

Effin hope so, Alphonse.

See, the rent's due and
the missus is riding me

like a bitch.

Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Come on.

How many times have I said this?

Not with your hands.

We've gotta learn to eat
with a knife and fork.

Put the forkey in the
handy, then in the chippy.

Good girl.

So how much?

Pretty popular fellow, that Ray Chuck.

What you gonna charge me extra

'cause he's Mr. Personality?

No matter what I charge,
you'll be doing your dough.

Even if he gets off the murder charge,

Chuck'll be outta here quicker
than shit through a goose.

Exactly.

I'll do it for ten, six up front.

Done.

I'll miss you, Ray.

No bastard wants to be left
alone with Chopper Read.

Fuck knows who they'll
pop in here with me.

Could be me again, Chop.

No, you're going home, mate.

Screws reckon you're a sure bet.

Screws will put
you wrong every time.

Your mate Vinnie doesn't think so.

Heard he's got a flight
booked already to Perth.

Prendergast will be doing
the same thing, I reckon.

You'll be right, mate.

Give Brian one for me.

Hey?

Right in the fucking head.

Gents! Gents!

Eddie, doing a few rounds, are you mate?

Inspector Messina.

Things must be slow

if they've got you lot
jumping the two, are they?

Shut your lip, Kane, or I'll rip it off.

I wanted to have a chat with you Brian.

Sergeant Campbell said I'd find you here.

And sure enough, here you are.

Creature of habit.

I'm all ears.

In the next few days,

you're gonna have to make
an important decision.

And what would that be?

Respect the ruling of the court,

allow peace to return,

or continue this cycle of tit for tat.

If Chuck or any of his crew show up dead,

I'll come after you and I'll do you.

Yeah, baby.

Hey.

What the fuck were you doing up a tree?

One of my dogs has got
a favorite tennis ball.

I threw it up there by accident.

Well, how bad is it?

It's my trigger hand, it's buggered.

Quack reckons couple of weeks.

Fucking Ray Chuck will
be in Timbuktu by then.

Well, it couldn't be helped.

I'll give you your money back.

It's the least I can do.

Fuck.

You wanna get that?

Yeah?

Yeah, no. It's me, Bri.

Yeah, blood oath!

Oh no, no, no.

Yeah, I can talk now.

10 minutes, yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you there.

All right.

Look, I'm sorry girls,

but I have really gotta go.

You see I just got my big fucking break

and there is no way I'm gonna let

this one fucking slide me by.

Slide me by.

You're going down, Ray Chuck!

I'm coming for you.

You're going fucking down!

Woo!

With the absence of a body,

the prosecution could never
prove that Les was dead.

And so the jury had to
acquit all three defendants.

Ray Chuck was immediately rearrested

on a minor robbery charge from years ago.

He was offered bail, but refused

and surprised everyone
by choosing to return

to Pentridge instead.

The gutless fucking
dog's scared to face me.

What the fuck is that?

Fuck!

Where's your dog of a mate, huh?

So scared to see me,

he's gonna spend more time inside, huh?

- Easy, mate.
- Hey.

We're out in the open here, huh?

There's lots of witnesses.

I'm gonna fucking beat
the shit out of him!

And tell Ray Chuck, just tell
him he's a fucking dead man!

You gutless wonder.

Good day, Chop.

You wanna come for a walk?

You all right?

Sore leg.

So you're back after all?

I never would've picked
it, the fucking general.

You got any kids, Chop?

Not so far, Ray. No.

Well, it's hard to explain
'til you do yourself.

When I think about
what'll happen to my boy

with me gone, honest
truth, I crapped myself.

You know, they say a bit of exercise

is the best thing before a sore leg.

Now what does it take

to get a bloke knocked in prison?

He's thick with Chopper Read, mate.

Mad bastard's got everyone spooked.

Spooked my ass.

They're all gutless.

Les always said you can rely on blood.

Fuck everyone else.

I'm starting to feel

like I'm being taken
for granted here, Bri.

Is that right?

Yeah.

All right, I fuckin'
washed you out on this one,

but I deserve some respect.

I been doing good work for you fellas.

You even said so yourself.

Yeah, and next time
I need a telly shifted,

I'll give you a hoy.

♪ We got to go guys ♪

On the house, George.

Robert Trimbole, this is
Nick Paltos. Dr. Nick Paltos.

The esteemed physician.

It's all right, Bob.

You can talk freely in front of the doc.

Just about everyone who anybody does.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

If this is a consultation,

I'll have to charge you, George.

I got your passport, driver's
license, whole kaboodle.

You're a handy bloke, Bob.

We aim to please.

So, are you going to the states, George?

Okay, I might have made a few
mistakes in my younger days,

but when it comes to visiting
their precious country,

these Yanks don't believe
in forgive and forget.

Not my bag, the Yanks.

Oh yeah, they make bloody good pictures.

Oh, I wouldn't be troubling myself

except for I promised a
young fellow I'd take him

to Disney fucking land.

Via Las Vegas.

You should come, Bob.

Well I'd love to, but
some of us have gotta work

for a living.

That affects you how exactly?

I am sorry, Tel,

but what Allison brought
in is what there is.

What happened to the other
20 grand I spent over there?

Marty said he had expenses
maintaining the boats.

We're not using the boats.

I told him to get rid of them.

I said that and all.

Jesus Christ.

At this end, I got shit-faced junkies.

In Singapore, I got Captain
Fucking Pug Wash pissing

my money away.

Gentlemen, I hear we had

another successful furniture delivery.

Andy, I need to speak to Bob.

- Andy.
- Hey, Bob.

I need another passport.

Well, you've got more passports
than I've had hot dinners.

That's a bloody big call, Bob.

I'm sensing something worse
than just your jokes here.

The latest delivery's come up short.

One of your couriers pilfering?

Problem's my mate in Singapore.

Well, you might wanna sort that-

Bob, get me a passport.

♪ Welcome to paradise ♪

Remember when you first moved to Aus?

Used to come here all the time.

Once, Wayne.

We came here once.

Wanna chuff?

Jesus. No, I don't want a chuff.

Suit yourself.

Dope, I expected.

But you always said smack was for losers.

And I was right.

Is this because of how we ended?

I am not responsible for
you doing this to yourself.

I never said you were.

Maybe you should go back to NZ.

What? Yeah and get fat
and die young like my dad.

Well, there must be
something you wanna do.

Well, I have had this idea.

I wanna set up stalls and sell gems.

You know, I could do all the shows,

you know, travel the country.

It would get me outta here.

Wayne, it sounds perfect.

Yeah, if I could afford it.

Why in Christ's name

would I give that shitbag 25 grand?

Well, he'll pay you back.

How?

Terry, this is important to me.

Look, I just wish we were going together.

That's the problem with
Marty. It's purely business.

Yeah, I know that.

I'll still miss you.

Sooner I go, sooner I get back.

The owner, a good bloke, he is,

had a weakness for the trots.

Ended up owing money to some
very questionable characters.

That's when I came to the rescue.

So you took the restaurant off his hands

so he'd have less to worry about?

People are always gonna
have to eat, detectives.

Why not do it in picturesque surroundings?

Well, you do know your food, Bob.

Just figured it was more

from the eating end than the cooking.

So, detectives, what's
the word from down south?

Any talk of Brian Kane?

Plenty.

They reckon he's lost his nerve

since all that business with his brother.

So you reckon he's on the way out?

Mate, it's another world down there.

We're only in it for a week.

One thing we have heard lately,

apparently the boys in Canberra
are gonna be cracking down

on the Greek doctors

Cheeky little wogs have
been ripping off Medibank.

They reckon it's worth millions.

You talking about Paltos?

Him and George.

Well, when they come
back into the country,

they might find it a little bit sticky,

if you know what I mean.

No, look, I understand that Mr. Freeman

is not officially overseas,

but I have an important
message I wanna give him!

The name's Bob Jones.

Oh, bloody hell. I'm trying
to do you a favor here.

There must be some way
you can contact him.

No, it can't wait.

Fine. Thanks.

And bugger you too!

Hello, immigration?

Richard Cunningham here
from the premier's office.

I'd like to talk to someone
about travel alerts.

We call him over?

No, in a sec.

It's kind of nice just watching 'em play.

Yeah, it is.

Jude, you ever wonder

if maybe everyone would be better off

if you just disappeared?

No.

Neither should you.

You've got a wife and kids.

And that boy of mine over there,

he flat out adores you.

Poor little bugger, loves
the man who killed his dad.

Brian...

Les is dead 'cause I lost it.

Threatened Chuck's family. Hmm.

That's what snapped the prick.

You're not to blame
for what Ray Chuck did.

You're only responsible
for what you do now.

So this is a bit of a role reversal, eh?

You calling me for a chat.

I hope there's nothing I
should be worried about.

I heard you can get passports.

Taking a holiday?

I'm going to Italy to fuck your mum.

You're not the sort of
bloke who takes offense

to straight talking, are you?

Yeah, a bloke like you deals

with a lot of ruthless pricks.

The thing that keeps them
in line is your reputation.

They fear you.

And all this time,

I thought it was love and devotion.

Those blokes that used to kiss your bum,

they'll be looking at ways
to put a bullet in your head.

We both know that.

And look, I wouldn't blame you

if you're planning on shooting through,

but given our arrangement, I need to know.

Fuck this.

You pay me for a service, Trimbole.

Let me worry about how I provide it.

Ray Chuck's committal hearing

was a mere formality.

It was a minor robbery
charge from years ago,

not particularly interesting or exciting.

It meant a trip to court,

one mention, then back in the cells.

He was gonna be under
guard every step of the way

and back inside Pentridge
in a couple of hours.

Cop this, you motherfucker.

Outta my way!

Move, now!

Underworld
figures throughout Australia

still call Ray Chuck's murder

the most audacious revenge
hit they've ever seen.

An investigation would later
reveal that a back fence

into a police parking lot
had somehow been unscrewed,

allowing the assassin a clean

but unusual escape route.

Hey.

Hi.

Allison, hi, it's so
sweet of you to pick us up.

And you brought me a flower.

Yeah.

Let's go.

♪ What you gonna do ♪

♪ What you going to do
with people like that ♪

♪ What you going to say ♪

♪ What you going to say that'll
make them change their ways ♪

♪ Who you gonna find ♪

♪ Who you gonna find to listen anyway ♪

♪ And where you gonna go ♪

♪ Where you gonna go to
try and get it straight ♪

♪ I once found a recipe for
what to do to cure my needs ♪

♪ I packed some things, just what I need ♪

♪ Only bare necessities ♪

♪ Asked Mrs. Walsh to feed the cat ♪

♪ Called landlord Tate ♪

♪ Tell him that I'm going
home where my people live ♪

♪ Need a little bit of happiness, yeah ♪

Hey, Tal. Look at this, mate.

I'll be there in a sec.

The money you wanted for your ex,

it's in my suitcase.

You can pick it up whenever you want.

"Diary of a Genius,"
signed by Salvador Dali.

Wow.

Hey, Tal.

I just, I want you to
know that we're doing it.

Me and Izzy, we're getting clean.

We're going into a clinic.

It's like one of the best in the country.

Good.

Just don't let me down again.

Okay?

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Occupied, but you can
go next if you're busting.

I just wanna wash my face.

Straight from the airport to a party.

It's more Terry's style than mine.

I thought you'd be rested up.

Your holiday in Fiji.

Holiday?

Terry bought some land over there.

He put it in my name.

I just went over to sign
the transfer documents.

He must really love you.

He's sick to death of me,

just as he'll be sick of
you and the one after you.

You said he bought you land?

I said he put it in my name.

I am the mother of his son.

I was always gonna win this.

If you call it winning.

Shot him in the magistrate's court

And they reckon we're dodgy
up here in Sydney, eh?

You gotta admire the
balls on the shooter.

A work of bloody art.

Bob, if I'm gonna run this place

while you sit there and stuff your face,

you can at least watch your language.

You're offending our guests.

Is that Mrs. Trimbole?

No, Mrs. Trimbole's back in Griffith.

Here in Sydney, I've got
the lovely Anne-Marie

to kick my bum.

Well, talk about bums being kicked.

Did you hear what happened to Freeman?

He got nabbed traveling
on a false passport.

Bullshit!

No, seriously.

By commonwealth.

Apparently some idiot

from the premier's
office phoned the airport

to get the dogs off Paltos.

The premier would like
to ensure that Dr. Paltos

isn't unjustly troubled.

When the call came through,

there just happened to be
a commonwealth cop there.

So he thought he'd follow it up,

see what Paltos was up to.

And what he was up to was punting

with a certain geezer with white hair

who suspiciously looked like G. Freeman.

What happened to Paltos?

Nothing.

He wasn't even on the radar
for the Medibank thing.

Freeman, on the other hand, is
looking at a federal offense.

So I certainly wouldn't wanna be the bloke

who made that call when he
finds out how they got him.

When Raymond
Chuck was murdered here

at the Melbourne Magistrates Court,

police launched one of
the biggest manhunts

in Victoria's history.

Recently, those investigations
have taken police overseas

in the hunt for a man they
want for urgent questioning.

At the moment, the police
aren't saying which country

they went to or who the man is,

but it is believed that,

while the man's identity
remains a mystery,

he did have a strong connection

with the Melbourne criminal scene.

Cops might not know
who the trigger man was,

but I reckon I've got a fair idea.

Why, you legend, mate!

♪ Everybody knows them ♪

♪ No one is looking for me ♪

♪ Robbers on the highway ♪

♪ Beggars in the street ♪

♪ Everyone is lonely ♪

♪ No one is trying to be ♪

♪ Make way for the kings of the world ♪

♪ Make way ♪

Brian Kane
stayed away from Melbourne

for many months.

When he finally did return,

he was shot dead in the Quarry
Hotel by two masked men.

♪ We'll come back again ♪

♪ To this time and the
kings of the world ♪

With the Kane
brothers gone and Chuck gone,

Melbourne had lost its criminal royalty.

Who would emerge as the city's
new number one standover man

was a question asked by many.

The answer was still years in the future,

but he already had style
and he was dreaming big.

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪