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I need to talk to you.

Yeah, what about?

Didi and Baba.

What about 'em?

I know who killed 'em.

Detectives MacArthurand Patton, Mr. Falconer.

Where you blokes hail from?

You'll need to accompany us to the station.

Fuck off!

Hold him.

You're the dog whomurdered my grandparents.

Police have identified the body

parts of a man found in sixbags in the Hastings River

at Wauchope.

So this is you putting it right, is it?

You dump him in a tidal river.

Strike Force Tuno will investigate

the murder of Terry Falconer.

We don't put a time limiton clearing up murder.

That said, I have everyconfidence that Detective

Sergeant Jubelin--

It'll take as long as it takes.

Frank O'Rourke?

I know who killed Terry Falconer.

Anthony Perish.

Anthony Perish killed Terry Falconer.

Who's Anthony Perish?

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

What's he doing?

Mr. O'Rourke, I askedyou who Anthony Perish is.

Hang on, mate.

Follow me.

Come on.

Got something to show you.

Tell me what's happening, Brownie.

He wants us to follow him.

You better hang back.

He's carrying.

And he reckons a bloke calledAnthony Perish killed Falconer.

Come on, you fags.

If I was gonna shoot you, Iwould have done it by now.

That's a comfort.

You everheard of an Anthony Perish?

That old couple, uh, murdered in Leppington, eight,

nine years ago, weren't they called Perish.

That's right.

A murder that's never been solved.

In you go, quick.

Get in.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Easy.

It's all right, yeah?

Yeah?

Take a look at this.

This is my security vision from last year.

These are the ones whokilled Terry Falconer, yeah?

Is that Perish?

That's Muzz, his driver.

A cross between a bad smell and a dog.

Muzz?

That's Anthony Perish.

Rooster and Undies, right?

Now, they're the ones you're after, OK?

Rooster and Undies are?

Rooster is Perish.

Undies is Andrew, his brother.

Why did you assume we'd know who Perish is.

He's only the biggest speed and eccy producer

in the whole country, isn't he?

He's worth fucking I don't knowhow many millions, killed I

don't know how many people.

Right, that's him.

You gotta piss off, hey?

Parked out front.

Everyone in town will knowI've been talking to cops.

The car's unmarked.

What about the secretsymbols you put on 'em, eh?

What secret symbols?

Oh, don't treat me likea fucking fool, boy, huh?

I know how you police work.

I've told you what you want to know.

Now, fuck off and leave me alone.

Go on, get.

So these victims had a grandson named Anthony?

And Terry Falconer's namecame up in the investigation,

but so did 20 other people's.

Coroner's finding was persons unknown.

So this Perish might havehad motive to murder Falconer,

but the hit was expensive.

It was elaborate.

I mean, do we know hehad the clout to do that?

Uh, last COPS entry was 1992.

Perish was a minor target in a drug operation

that went tits-up.

The undercover cops were supposed

to arrest him with 900 grams of amphets,

but he, uh-- he bolted.

Whereabouts unknown ever since.

And what about priors?

Yeah, uh, 1990, offensive language.

Fined 200 bucks.

History of violence?

Nah.

Outstanding warrants?

Just that single drug one.

That's it?

So Anthony Perish is a foul-mouthed petty crim

who hasn't been seen orheard of in over 10 years?

Great.

Doesn't really sound like the profile of

a calculating killer, does it?

So mate, been thinkingabout that 100 G you owe mean.

I thought we were all clear on that.

Oh, I think we both know yougot a way to go to work it off.

Yeah?

What's the job?

I need to you look after a bloke that's

being a bit of a problem.

Took delivery, but never made payment.

Funny how some people get with debts.

Gary Mack-- part-timedealer, full-time shit-bag.

Teach him a lesson for, say, uh, 15 grand.

Plus you'll knock the same off your loan.

How serious you want this lesson?

Well, I want me money back.

I'm gone.

The priest said, son, everytime I look how it floods.

Said, hey, mama, mama, can we step outside?

I got a [inaudible].

I'm here cooking in the corn.

Baby, I'm cooking in the corn.

Baby, I want you.

The target area's the greater gluteus maximus.

Projectile from a .22 will penetrate the flesh

without causing loss of life.

So it's not a hit?

Just a cap in his ass.

Hope it won't turn out like the last job

we did for this bloke.

Damn it, Vito.

I told you that wasn't my fault.

Oh, no. I know, man, I know.

I was just saying.

I should just tell Roosterto take a flying leap.

The guy's got credibility, mate.

Fucking with him is gonna getyou serious repercussions.

I'm gone.

Said, hey, pretty mama,

you bring the whiskey here.

Baby, let me look.

I'm gonna roll on by.

Baby, I want you.

Baby, I want you.

Baby, I need you.

Baby, I need you.

Baby, let me look.

I'm gonna roll on by.

The bullet, so carefully aimed

at just teaching Gary Mack a lesson,

missed his buttocks altogetherand severed his spine.

Pretty serious lesson.

Decker felt he was outof Anthony Perish's debt,

out from under his thumb.

He was wrong.

Tuno?

We're making progress.

We'd, uh, make it a lot quicker if we

had our own designated analyst.

Gary, everyone wants more personnel.

The whole of State Crime's underfunded.

If there's one thing the pollies love though,

it's law and order.

You want a budgetincrease, get the minister

some arrests for show and tell in Parliament.

Yeah, well, thanks for the suggestion, Howard,

but Tuno's got 200 persons identified.

It's a little hard to achieve results

with four investigators.

Well, the Falconer casewas pegged as a tricky one

from the word go.

Could be time to put it to bed.

Really?

And do what?

What do we do-- we just leta crook who impersonated

a police officer, and then dismembered

a body just get away with it?

A single extra staff membercan make an enormous difference

on an investigation, sir.

The Falconer murder, it receiveda lot of media attention.

Thanks for that.

Yeah, you get 2 out of 10 for diplomacy.

Got my analyst, didn't I?

You didn't detect thescent of burning bridges?

I smell something nice.

So I've been to the jailwhere O'Rourke did his time.

Had a chat to the prison guards about him.

Lee, hey?

This is the guy you need towork up a profile on, all right?

Him and Perish.

Whoa.

Bit of work to catch up on, eh?

O'Rourke had been inside forabout six months when he was

bashed in the exercise yard.

Three blokes kicked the crapout of him with a little help

from--

this.

Was it payback?

A lesson?

Guards weren't sure, butthey said CCTV footage clearly

showed him seeing his attackerswaiting for him, and going out

and facing them down.

What, he knew he was gonna get bashed?

He knew he was gonna getbash, but he didn't report it,

didn't go for help, didn't get any backup.

He just walked out and got bashed.

He's a seriously hard guy.

Seriously deranged, more like it.

And this is your informant?

G'day, mate.

It's O'Rourke.

Change of plan.

Park near the local shops, 10:00 PM.

Mate, the arrangementwas your place this arvo.

You know who could bewatching me house, right?

You're not there, you cango fuck yourself, all right?

Get in.

Go on, get in.

Jesus Christ.

You the boss man, are ya?

Appreciate you taking the timeto talk to us, Mr. O'Rourke.

Darling, are you, uh--

you OK?

You working late tonight?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

I'm just, uh, working late.

Yeah, I love you too.

Bye.

OK.

The missus.

Ha.

She checking up on you, huh?

You wanna watch that, eh?

Right?

You wanna tell us how you know Anthony Perish.

Through the Iron Bloods.

His brother's a member.

So was I, once.

For me sins.

I hadn't seen him for awhile, then a few months ago,

Undies came around.

And it's Perish all over, see?

Makes out he's trying to do you a favor,

but really, he's getting you in his debt, huh?

And so you neveraccepted any of the money?

Course I fucking did.

I say, no thanks, they'llthink I'm against 'em, right?

Anyway, Undies picked me up, and, uh, we

met Rooster at some restaurant.

What restaurant?

Dunno.

What suburb?

I think they said it was Newtown, you know?

Well, Undies tells me that the, uh,

Bloods gave you a boat.

Yeah, they did, but it's fucked.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Lower leg unit's stuffed, eh?

Well, uh, what would it cost to get it fixed?

A couple of grand atleast, but I got nothing, eh?

I'm broke.

Well, if I came up with acouple of grand, would you--

would you get it fixed?

Sure.

You wouldn't blow it now, would you?

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

What's the job?

They told me to take the boatnorth to the Karuah River

near Bulahdelah.

He'd meet me there, dressed like a fisherman,

with a couple of eskies.

Well, uh, we got someonewe need to get rid of.

Now, it's gonna be in, you know, probably a couple of eskies.

Well, maybe more than a couple.

Prick could be in a few pieces, eh?

Put 'em in the boat, head out to the shelf.

And once we got past the shelf, we throw the contents over.

And he told me to bring something

to wash 'em out with after.

Anyway, we'll take it out inyour boat, go past the shelf,

dump it.

It's all good.

Well, how are you gonna clean out those eskies?

Ammonia.

Fucks DNA.

You can tell there's blood, but not whose.

Speaking of whose, who is it?

Doesn't matter who it is.

It's not you, is it?

Fuck you, mate.

You're a funny fuck.

The fucking look on your face.

Fuck you.

It wasn't till we left that he let it slip.

Hey, uh, you were inside witha bloke called Terry Falconer,

right?

Falconer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, for a second, yeah.

I heard he told you he killed our grandparents.

Well, fuck it, Rooster.

Don't you think if I'd heardthat, you would have known

about it the next day, huh?

So you never spoke aboutthe Leppington murders

with Terry Falconer?

Mate, I met the bloke oncefor five minutes, you know?

Barely even knew him by sight.

Hello.

Honey bear, are you coming home ever?

Yeah, I love you too.

Bye.

She'll be asking you to getyour teeth whitened next, eh?

Fucking hell.

The ball and chain, mate.

You got a ball and chain there, eh?

Theysat in that car for over three

hours as Frank O'Rourke told them

stories about himself and about this mystery

man, Anthony Perish.

But without corroboration, that's all they were, stories--

the tales of a man whoseemed as mad as a cut snake.

He was setting me up, see?

My boat registered in my name.

If someone saw something, Rooster

had my face in the frame.

Or he was just gonna knockme when we're out at sea,

- you know? - Chuck me over the shelf too.

Are you all right, Frank?

Righto, that's it, right?

We're done, all right?

Go on.

Piss off, you two, and arrest the prick.

Let's go. Get out.

Fucking move it. Go, go.

Babe.

Go back to bed.

You talk to the cops?

Yeah.

I gotta be at the salon by 8:00.

How am I to move this lot back?

Get into fucking bed!

Sorry, babe.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

You don't have to do this, you know?

We can just jump in the car, take off.

Yeah, I know.

I love you, OK?

Yeah?

You OK?

Yeah.

Ever wondered

why cops wear big black boots?

These days, not to kick crooks, but to do the hard yards

checking witness statements.

And the yards that Tuno walkedverifying Frank O'Rourke's

story proved very hard indeed.

So no one remembers seeingO'Rourke eat with these two

men last October?

No one?

Gary, there's close to300 restaurants in Newtown.

That's not including the cafes.

And we can't even be surethe dinner was in Newtown.

O'Rourke's not sure himself.

Maybe there never was a dinner.

So what are we saying?

That Perish has nothing to do with this

and O'Rourke killed Falconer himself?

Then why is he talking to us?

Why not just tell us to fuckoff like every other bikie?

What about Perish's family?

I mean, what do we know about them?

The only one with a criminalrecord is brother, Andrew.

Yeah, Andrew Michael Perish.

He was charged with murderin 1995, but acquitted.

Form for motor vehicle theft, resist

arrest, dangerous driving, driving while disqualified.

And he's a patched memberof the Iron Bloods.

It's worth a look, Brownie.

Frank O'Rourke's pointingthe finger at a family that

runs a feed and grain store.

It doesn't add up.

There's bad blood aboutsomething between O'Rourke

and the Iron Bloods.

You remember that crack aboutbeing part of the Bloods

for his sins?

Maybe pointing the finger at the Perishes

is some kind of revenge.

Maybe he's just an ex-bikiewho's done a shitload of drugs,

so he's paranoid and sees murdercontracts under every rock.

Or he's an attention seeker.

You know, makes up a story, gets a bunch of cops to listen,

treat him as someone important.

If this is a strategy to frame Perish,

then Frank's a criminal fucking mastermind.

Let's go back to Frank, eh?

Walk him through it again.

Listen, I was, uh, hopingwe could have another chat.

Actually, I was hoping you could come in here.

[ON PHONE] Fuck!

No, I--

Frank, no, no. We'll come to you.

No, it's all right.

We'll come to you.

Yes, Frank, they'll betotally unmarked, absolutely.

And we'll be discreet as mice.

Lunch ended 25 minutes ago, Lee.

Sorry?

Lunch-- it ended 25 minutes ago.

So you had no intention of dumping Terry's body?

Well, I had to let Rooster think I was, eh?

You know?

How'd you get out of it?

Well, the Monday before Falconer disappeared,

Rooster came round.

I told him the boat wasn't ready yet,

bullshitted the motor needed running in,

and then Rooster wentkinda quiet and he said--

he said, uh--

Well, the dog's goingthis Friday no matter what.

Perish said, the dog's going this Friday?

Not all he said either.

Yeah, and I'm gonna havesome fun with him first.

Got him on tape looking squareat the camera as he says it.

Now, there's no sound, you know?

But get a lip reader and yousee for yourselves, yeah?

Righto, it's just coming up now.

What the fuck?

Shit.

Pippa!

Pippa!

What?

Babe, did you tape over my security vision?

Babe, that was supposed to be a surprise.

I told you these are very important, yeah?

Didn't think one would matter.

Of course it fucking matters!

Fuck!

I just wanted to make you happy.

I didn't know you still had that outfit, babe.

Still got all me old gear.

Come here, you.

She's a professional dancer, this one, eh?

Tap, Latin, jazz, swing.

She could toe for her country.

I don't doubt that, Frank.

Ah, well, you know, you'llstill be able to arrest

Rooster without it, eh?

You know?

Oh, man, this Tuno gig'snot much of a job really.

Nah.

I don't know how much longer I'm staying.

I'll give you a hand with that.

Get in here.

Move!

I have had it with you, all right?

I have given you every opportunity

to succeed in this job.

And on every occasion, you've spat in my face.

On every single time.

Shut up!

One, you're late.

Every time I ask you to do something,

it's always a problem.

And every time I see you, you're eating

some sort of fucking cake.- Well, I--

Shut up.

You just said that you don't know how

long you're going to be there.

You know, I'll tell you howlong you're going to be there.

None at all.

Fuck off.

Move!

It's Anthony Perish, all right?

He's our number one priority.

I want every bit of detail.- Yes, boss.

And I also expect you to be across the entire

investigation, all right?

All persons of interest, all angles.

Nothing is too small on this.

Yes, boss.

So you look for patterns, you look for connections,

you look for all of it.

You are not to assume thatsomething's not important.

You understand?

So I'm doing mobilephone tower dumps, document

requests, agency sweeps?

When it comes to yourbudget, you think of a number,

you halve it and halve itagain, knock off any zeros.

I do not expect miracles, but I am

not going to tolerate laziness.

You want to stand around here and eat

Danishes, this is not the jobfor you, do you understand?

I don't like Danishes, boss.

There's a couple of other things.

You don't need to wear a uniform.

Yes, boss.

And I'm Gary.

So welcome to Tuno.

Take that with you.

Half a year on from Terry

Falconer's murder, Strike ForceTuno was running on empty.

Round-the-clock surveillanceon Andrew Perish

had turned up nothing.

And if Anthony was in contactwith his little brother,

he was way too cunning to get caught.

Francis Xavier O'Rourke remainedGary Jubelin's only lead.

Gary couldn't know there wasanother man out there who

would one day answer the big questions

about Rooster and his crimes.

See, got the premises all picked out, nice

little club in the city, eh?

Classy.

Your own club?

Your boss at last, man.

I've always been mine own boss, Michael.

Oh, yeah?

What does Rooster think about that?

Decker's problem washe had an inferiority complex,

which made him do tough things, like trying

to prove he was as tough ashis pal, Anthony Parrish.

Bad idea.

You're not selling here!

Piss off!

Piss off yourself!

Haven't done nothing.

Like I said, bad idea.

The kid Decker beat up on happened

to be the godson of thepresident of the Living Dead

outlaw motorcycle club, and Jasper

Woodworth Pengilly took his pastoral care

very seriously indeed.

Fuck you, you're wrong!

Fuck you, we're right because you

have all made it to thedance. 'Cause believe me--

It's not that I can't handle myself,

just until things settle down.

I don't, mate.

Pengilly and me do business, don't want to piss him off,

and I sure as hell don't want to 50 deadheads

combat crawling over my front lawn.

I wouldn't compromise a safe house.

No one will know I'm here.

I can run a covert op.

You know that.

I'd consider it-- you'd be doing me a big favor.

Yeah, I would, wouldn't I?

What?

I don't know why youbother with that dickhead.

I know, but he knows his stuff.

He's a clean skin and does what he's told, eh?

Boss?

You finished the Parrish profile yet?

Not quite.

But I thought this might be important.

This is Frank O'Rourke'smanslaughter case.

Might not be anything, butit kind of goes to character.

About 15 Iron Bloods, includingO'Rourke, were at a pub,

and this guy, Murray, saidsomething insulting about them.

And a bunch, includingO'Rourke, followed him out

and beat him up.

O'Rourke had a tire iron, bashed Murray in the head.

Then he fled to Darwin.

Typical biker.

I don't think so.

I looked at the arrest sequence.

We never caught O'Rourke.

That is, we didn't arrest him.

He turned himself in.

I was wondering when you'd get onto that.

Do you want to tell us what happened?

Well, I gave him a beating.

Yeah, I admit it.

So did eight other blokes, eh?

And I wasn't the one who killed him.

But you put your hand up for it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

The bloke with the tire iron, well, he

was the Bloods' main drug cook.

He was making them a fortune.

There's no way they were going to let

that cash register do time, eh?

Me, I was just the muscle.

Plenty more where I came from.

They promised me if I keep my mouth shut,

they'd look after me, you know?

Best lawyers, all the usual bullshit.

Well, instead, I ended up doingseven to nine for manslaughter.

And for thanks, the Bloodsgive me a boat with an engine

that didn't even fucking work.

Parrish and his brother, they're associated

with the Iron Bloods.

Is getting back at them yourway of nailing the club?

Maybe, yeah, a bit.

It's more about that poor prick, eh?

You know, he's dead becauseI was weak, joining a club,

buying into the band of brothers crap.

Now, I tried to turn mylife around before, right?

I even spoke to the gangs squad, tried to give them some info.

But they weren'tinterested, and for all me

trouble, a jail bashing and one less kidney.

Before I knew it, I was backin the clubhouse anyway.

My old man, he used to say, you got to do the right thing,

even if it hurts.

The more it hurts, the righter it is, he'd say.

I don't want to go back to be weak ever.

Talking to you about Parrish andFalconer, that suits me fine.

Yeah?

You know I played for Queensland on the 16s.

It was odds-on for acontract with the Broncos,

but the ligaments in my knee.

Undies?

Still, it's not too late, I suppose.

Few good years left on me game, a few good passes left to make.

What the fuck is that?

Oh, someone left us agift of a very dead snake.

Living Deads can't have found me.

I've been extra careful.

You brought them here to my house.

We can't be sure theproperty is being probed.

Thanks to you, Jasper Pengillyknows where I'm fucking live!

You made this mess, Decker.

Bloody well fix it.

Jasper Pengilly needs to be neutralized

using maximum force.

Well, I got your back, Decker.

Mate, you know I'm there for you anytime.

Good man.

First, we need to identifythe targets' locale,

use the best place to strike.

Well, the Living Deadclubhouse in a wrecker's yard

down south.

So I just waltz into my enemy's HQ

and say, excuse me, fellas, and pop him?

No.

No.

I mean, you could always try JB's.

JB?

Fuck it, Michael.

I don't even drink bourbon!

No, JB's Bar and Grill.

It's a pub in Chinatown.

I mean, you could hit--

you could hit Pengilly there.

Why would he be there?

He comes in every Tuesday.

How do you know?

I work that door shift.

I know what Pengilly looks like.

Jasper Pengilly comes toa grill joint in Chinatown

every Tuesday?

There's a royal rump and chips.

I've been waiting, waiting and wishing,

wishing and hoping, hopingyou'll come alive for me

tonight, babe, oh, oh, God, come alive.

You've been lying, lying and cheating, cheating

and breaking, breaking in this train

until you know you're guilty, guilty of all goddamn lies.

And I don't want to talk about it.

So let's be about it becauseain't no love like a love

like this because our love don'texist when a boy want to play,

so whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

So let's be about it because ain't

no love like a love like thisbecause our love don't exist

when a boy want to play, sowhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, God, come on.

Yeah!

Yeah, boys!

God!

I don't want to talk aboutit, so just be about it

because ain't no love like a love like

this because our love don't--

Decker strikes again.

Thought we could use a photo of Parrish.

It's from 15 years ago, but it's something,

and I finished his profile.

This is it?

This is all you've managed to dig up

on a major person of interest?

Well, yes.

You see, Anthony Parrish hasn't ever

had an account with Telstra or any

of the private phone companies.

He's not registered with thehousing commission, Medicare,

or any private health fund.

No super fund has any record of him.

He's got no outstanding fines, no traffic infringements.

But then the motor registry has no record

of him renewing his licensesince he got it at 17.

He's never applied for a loan or lease.

He's never donated blood.

He's never applied for a business name or an ABN.

He's not on the electoralroll, got no tax

file number, no credit history.

I've never seen anything like it.

And so what's your opinion on him?

Sir, it's not really myplace to give one, boss, Gary.

You don't have to call him Boss Gary.

The Master Chief will do.

My opinion is that onlysomeone with serious badness

to hide would go to this mucheffort to cover their tracks.

It's good work, Camille.

You know, Camille, however high Gary's

standards are for us, he sets them

10 times higher for himself.

But he said I've done good work.

No one's praised anything I'vedone since primary school.

So this AnthonyParrish is your prime suspect

in the Falconer murder?

Well, practically everything our informant

tells us checks out.

Except the restaurant, the one place

you might get independent confirmation

that Parrish was involvedin a conspiracy to murder.

You can't--

There was-- there was a conspiracy.

There was a conspiracy.

Our informant's got him on tape.

Where's your evidence?

Well, the fact that wecan find so little on him

is suspicious in itself.

Mate, are you sure this informant of yours

isn't just leading you by the nose?

He's not a bad suspect for Falconer himself.

Howard, I've been runningfizzers for 20 years,

and I am telling you, this guyis as sound and as reliable

as they get.

Gary Jubelin.

There's a helicopter circling me house.

What do you mean, a helicopter?

Is it yours, huh?

Sent your buddies to scout me, huh?

No, we didn't do that, Frank.

Don't be stupid. - Well, who is it, then?

You dropped me in, didn't you?

Hey?

You told Parrish I was dogging him.

It gets any closer, I'm goingto fucking shoot it down.

Right, I have to go.

Sorry.

I need to know, is it one of ours?

Not according to Paulette, and we checked the hospitals

and the TV networks.

None of them have sent a chopper out that way.

I've got to go.

It's him.

Gary Jubelin.

It's gone, all right?

Well, where did it go?

Well, it took off to the west.

Well, that's a good thing, Frank.

It's probably just some richprick showing off his new toy.

It was square lappingme house, Gary, all right?

You identify this, or I'm out of it, OK?

Hey.

Hey.

Apparently, today was a bit of a challenge,

even by your standards.

That's nice.

Here you go.

Do you want to come and have one?

OK.

As if the crooks and informants don't make it

hard enough, now I've got upstairs

accusing me of chasing rabbits down holes,

enough to give you the shits.

Well, he said we have a lot in common.

I'm really glad you decided to come by.

You remember what I drink.

I remember every word you say.

Listen, I am really glad you're here.

I really want to be with you.

I do, and I need you to know, I am not

the easiest person to be with.

You're not the easiest person?

No.

What, just because yourown team call you Crazy Fuck.

- Crazy Fuck? - Mm-hmm.

That right?

Yeah.

I'm prepared to give it a go.

Tuno was indesperate need of a kickstart,

but Gary knew the bosses weren't going

to give him any more staff.

He needed to lookelsewhere for inspiration.

Hey.

Thanks for coming, mate.

No worries.

Cheers.

So I was thinking you mightbe able to help us create

a bit of-- a bit of a vibe, a vibe

that Tuno's a bigger unitthan what we really are.

How big do you want this vibe?

Big enough so that these pricks think we're

about to kick the door down.

Thought of applying for a reward?

Tuno's not exactly the flavorof the month at the moment,

so--

Posting a reward is great media, Gary.

A recent photo feed of the suspect in the paper

makes it look like someone'sbeen talking, rattles cages.

I might be able to help you with that.

Strikeforce Tuno was recentlyuncovered new information.

We'd like to talk to these men in relation

to the death of Terry Falconer.

We're asking for the public's help

to help us identify thesemen and a $100,000 reward

has been posted for any information that

leads to a conviction.

Every police officer in this state

is affronted by being impersonated

in a kidnapping and a murder.

And the officers you see before you

are just the tip of theiceberg, so make no mistake.

Strikeforce Tuno is as committed as ever

to bringing Mr. Falconer'smurderers to justice.

Seen this?

Jesus.

Who's been talking?

Not me!

Someone has!

Not me!

It doesn't matter.

Cops are a bunch of fucking jokes.

I'm going to find out who doggedme, and I'm going to kill him.

Want some cereal?

Yeah, cheers.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.

It's a jungle out there.